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Saturday, I spent the day alternating between napping, tending to scratches acquired from tromping around barefoot in PJs in the woods, and doing paperwork for that cargo van and the front company that owns it. I've got a couple magnetic signs made up already, and am working on putting together about a half dozen more.
That evening, I dropped in on the Walker safehouse. Flint and I got involved in a game of Mario, and I made sure to "let the wookie win." I made it a little to obvious though, and Flint said to not worry about beating him while the moon was full. (So he must become a sore loser when the moon gets fuller?) Jack dropped by, started talking with Flint, and the game got put on hold. I could tell something was up, but wasn't sure what was going on until it was revealed that Flint had been burning his arms with cigarettes instead of cutting himself. Mouse and Riley showed up; then Devon, Carmen, and Holland. Jack took Flint down to the basement. I'm not sure what happened down there, but I imagine it was unpleasant and brutal.
More vision/dreams happened the night that we found ourselves in that vision/dream. I should see if Carmen might be interested in helping to collect those visions--pass the baton off to her and give her the excuse to meet more people and feel useful.
I mentioned the van/company, and Mouse got me to go to her room so we could talk shop. We discussed theories on the vision/dream, but I think I need some time to process still. I brought up Flint harming himself, told Mouse I'd repeat to him how Mitzi had died the other night by not following Mouse's orders--re-enforcing how Flint needs to follow her orders. And I also offered to take a peek at his mind: no tweaking, just peeking, to see if I could better understand how to get him to quit hurting himself. (Seriously, that's just insane--even if the garou can heal fast. And burning himself with cigarettes? That's not going to ever heal unless he changed out of homid--his breed form.) Alas, Mouse said no. I think I've got an idea of what's going on with him anyway. Racing brain. Mouth can't physically keep up with the head. Ancestor spirits add in to the distraction and/or internal conversation. Best guess, at least. He mentioned things being better when he was working on the mural: I think he needs art projects as therapy. Ought to look for a way to accommodate that, as it'd help him, Mouse, and the tribe.
Acquired $10K from the 1st American Bank of the Glass Walkers, courtesy of Mouse, to follow through with the van acquisition. I think this will be more than I'll need, but it's easier to overestimate what you'll spend and then give money back as opposed to underestimating what you need and then coming back one or more times asking for more money.
I went out to the rental cabin before turning in for the night. There was no one present in the cabin and no car in the driveway, but there was a big fumigation tent over the entire building. Excellent. Alas, I fear the spiders and vermin shall return very soon.
Sunday morning I swung by the farmhouse to drop off some food. Kitty was there. STARK contrast to Samantha's anger and resentment. Kitty's taken to this whole garou thing like a duck to water. It's interesting to contrast her adaptability to, for instance, Ex. Stark, stark contrast. She'd not been claimed by any tribe yet, asked to go visit Lefty at the library, so... I left a note for Topsy (who'd taken her to Edgewood) and decided to risk taking Kitty to the Library. They threw a party for her because she'd gone into the umbra with Topsy, then gotten into a fight, then gotten wounded. (The garou are so damn primitive sometimes: Teaching their young to celebrate violence right from the get-go. No wonder they have such a propensity for thinking after ripping things apart.)
During the party, Topsy mentioned that the fetish the garou have installed at the glade makes the umbra safe to enter at night even on the darker moons. Supposedly it alters the local area in the umbra so that it is always the equivalent of a full moon. Good to know, and I'd like to take a closer look at that fetish at some point. Met a new garou, too. Call-the-Stars-to-Dance (Starcaller). Theurge. Gnawer. Wolf-born. Seems odd. I haven't interacted with a lupus-born much in a long, long time. Most recently, Monkey Brain the Red Talon. Long, long, long, long ago; Clever-For-Food. Interesting. I wonder how the more adult versions think?
That night I dropped by the safehouse. Had a good talk with Flint. I reiterated the whole 'Mitzi died because she didn't follow Mouse's orders' situation. I don't think he's going to stop hurting himself though unless he has a project. We kicked around some ideas for crafts he could do--he's really keen on woodworking and apparently the Walkers have some equipment on the 4th floor. We'll see about getting him some lumber after I acquire the cargo van.
That evening, I dropped in on the Walker safehouse. Flint and I got involved in a game of Mario, and I made sure to "let the wookie win." I made it a little to obvious though, and Flint said to not worry about beating him while the moon was full. (So he must become a sore loser when the moon gets fuller?) Jack dropped by, started talking with Flint, and the game got put on hold. I could tell something was up, but wasn't sure what was going on until it was revealed that Flint had been burning his arms with cigarettes instead of cutting himself. Mouse and Riley showed up; then Devon, Carmen, and Holland. Jack took Flint down to the basement. I'm not sure what happened down there, but I imagine it was unpleasant and brutal.
More vision/dreams happened the night that we found ourselves in that vision/dream. I should see if Carmen might be interested in helping to collect those visions--pass the baton off to her and give her the excuse to meet more people and feel useful.
I mentioned the van/company, and Mouse got me to go to her room so we could talk shop. We discussed theories on the vision/dream, but I think I need some time to process still. I brought up Flint harming himself, told Mouse I'd repeat to him how Mitzi had died the other night by not following Mouse's orders--re-enforcing how Flint needs to follow her orders. And I also offered to take a peek at his mind: no tweaking, just peeking, to see if I could better understand how to get him to quit hurting himself. (Seriously, that's just insane--even if the garou can heal fast. And burning himself with cigarettes? That's not going to ever heal unless he changed out of homid--his breed form.) Alas, Mouse said no. I think I've got an idea of what's going on with him anyway. Racing brain. Mouth can't physically keep up with the head. Ancestor spirits add in to the distraction and/or internal conversation. Best guess, at least. He mentioned things being better when he was working on the mural: I think he needs art projects as therapy. Ought to look for a way to accommodate that, as it'd help him, Mouse, and the tribe.
Acquired $10K from the 1st American Bank of the Glass Walkers, courtesy of Mouse, to follow through with the van acquisition. I think this will be more than I'll need, but it's easier to overestimate what you'll spend and then give money back as opposed to underestimating what you need and then coming back one or more times asking for more money.
I went out to the rental cabin before turning in for the night. There was no one present in the cabin and no car in the driveway, but there was a big fumigation tent over the entire building. Excellent. Alas, I fear the spiders and vermin shall return very soon.
Sunday morning I swung by the farmhouse to drop off some food. Kitty was there. STARK contrast to Samantha's anger and resentment. Kitty's taken to this whole garou thing like a duck to water. It's interesting to contrast her adaptability to, for instance, Ex. Stark, stark contrast. She'd not been claimed by any tribe yet, asked to go visit Lefty at the library, so... I left a note for Topsy (who'd taken her to Edgewood) and decided to risk taking Kitty to the Library. They threw a party for her because she'd gone into the umbra with Topsy, then gotten into a fight, then gotten wounded. (The garou are so damn primitive sometimes: Teaching their young to celebrate violence right from the get-go. No wonder they have such a propensity for thinking after ripping things apart.)
During the party, Topsy mentioned that the fetish the garou have installed at the glade makes the umbra safe to enter at night even on the darker moons. Supposedly it alters the local area in the umbra so that it is always the equivalent of a full moon. Good to know, and I'd like to take a closer look at that fetish at some point. Met a new garou, too. Call-the-Stars-to-Dance (Starcaller). Theurge. Gnawer. Wolf-born. Seems odd. I haven't interacted with a lupus-born much in a long, long time. Most recently, Monkey Brain the Red Talon. Long, long, long, long ago; Clever-For-Food. Interesting. I wonder how the more adult versions think?
That night I dropped by the safehouse. Had a good talk with Flint. I reiterated the whole 'Mitzi died because she didn't follow Mouse's orders' situation. I don't think he's going to stop hurting himself though unless he has a project. We kicked around some ideas for crafts he could do--he's really keen on woodworking and apparently the Walkers have some equipment on the 4th floor. We'll see about getting him some lumber after I acquire the cargo van.
