Nick "Nicodemus" Dalton (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nick_garou) wrote2012-10-21 08:52 pm
nick_garou) wrote2012-10-21 08:52 pm
Moot, post-mood, painted pigeons, and DNA.
Swung by the Harbor Park node/glade this morning to do a little meditation, reading, and just to keep an eye on things. Spotted a trio of pigeons with shockingly unusual, unnatural coloration. I checked for magic, but it looked like it was airbrushed paint. Which is good, I guess, because I was wondering if it was some sort of magic-induced hallucination from playing around with Mind magic the other day. But, seriously, who the heck paints pigeons?
Brad Killdeer showed up with his 6 y/o niece, Lily, who was pretending to be a tiger and chasing after pigeons. Never got a response from Brad if she was in the know or not (seems odd that she was pretending to be a tiger and Brad having just recently met Baukhain, but I'm kind of used to unusual coincidences by now). Riley showed up, then Salem, then Val. (And then Brad and his niece departed, allowing us to converse more freely.) The garou were gathering to go have a moot someplace. I was half tempted to tag along, but.... You know, it was probably for the best that Salem advised against it. I'd have surely drawn undesired attention, and I might have gotten exposed--in a place filled with nervous and tense and frustrated werewolves. It likely would not have ended well. So I told Salem and Riley that I would make my own secret club up and then not invite them. Salem got the in-joke. Riley, I think, had no idea. (Unless news has been quietly spread among the Walkers and they've been told to pretend that they don't know about me.)
The Walkers talked about Flint briefly, and the vampire, but mostly about Flint. Riley seemed to think the fact that he was still alive was an accomplishment in and of itself. Salem was pissed at himself for having frenzied for the first time in years, even though the whole thing was Flint's fault. And... I just don't understand his penchant for self-destruction--at least, not beyond the typical self-destruction that teenage boys typically engage in. Devon's appearance problems got mentioned as well, and he got compliments on how well he'd handled things in comparison to Flint, so.... I'd like to think that Flint's woodworking, separation from the vampire, and recent speech improvements are signs that he's getting a handle on things--and said as much. But the kid still has some growing up to do.
Oh, and Riley thinks Flint has never had "The Talk." There was a proverbial quick round of "not it"--and Salem finally said he'd do it. (Seriously, isn't this what the internet is for?) I suggested that Salem announce the problem to Mouse and suggest she do it, get video of the faces she makes, and then offer to do it for her. Riley and Salem seemed to think that'd be pretty damn funny.
I bailed to go hang out at the Walker's tenement in my 3rd floor apartment there. That gave me some privacy to telecommute and do some work for Terminus while I simply made myself available for a pickup if there was a need for that after the moot concluded.
Later that night, I popped downstairs to the lobby and there was a crowd. I met Elliot, the head of the Fianna, and told him about how Kitty'd shared how Danny--Fianna kin--had been having bad dreams and we'd been unable to locate a Fianna. Then Flint went and threw Devon under the bus, saying that Devon'd known about the problems since JULY, said he'd handle it, and failed to follow through in contacting the Fianna or resolving the problem. I know Devon and Flint don't get along all that well, but way to make Devon /AND/ the tribe look bad, Flint. Should have kept your mouth shut--or opened it earlier and been more proactive.
There was a new Shadow Lord theurge present: Draco, Dragon's Shadow. Metis. He's got scales all over him in his crinos form. I can see why he went with "dragon" instead of "crocodile" or "demon." He seems polite and formal, but.... I just don't trust the Shadow Lords by default. They have to earn my trust. Which makes me a bit nervous because Draco seems to want to glom on to Mouse for theurge-based learning and stuff. Watch yourself, Mouse. Watch yourself.
SIDEBAR: It's kind of amusing, really. Draco named himself after a dragon but has never seen one. I had one--well, a quetzlcoatl, at least, which is close enough--in my sanctum, frozen in stasis, for nearly half a decade. I'd used it as a hat and coat rack--mostly because I didn't like it looking at me. Granted, it was Peter who'd captured and immobilized the creature, not me.
I called it quits shortly after being treated to seeing Draco's war form, and crashed at the tenement rather than push it and drive home.
Got up before dawn, showered, shaved, and went to hang out at the park to center myself, keep tabs on the place, and suck down coffee. Wasn't too long before Quin, Val, and Kitty showed up--along with those painted pigeons and two kids who decided to play Duck Hunt with an airsoft rifle. They nailed one pigeon, Quin went to confront them, one ran off, the other ran at Val, me, and Kitty. I hit him with some coincidental Entropy and Forces and sent him sprawling in the grass--he got up and ran in a different direction after that. Then I got an alert about a news release from a company I'd been watching and had to go make some emergency adjustments to a portfolio so I wouldn't be caught flat-footed on Monday morning.
Came back later in the evening and Kitty and Val were at the fountain. I told Kitty about Elliot now knowing about Danny and gave her Elliot's number (which, duh, was in the Walker tribal phone I have!). Kitty left--they're letting her have a lot of freedom nowadays. Val talked about this DNA organization that she's pretty sure had abducted Ex and been doing experiments on her. I advised her to drop it, as it sounded a lot like the Technocracy, and messing with them is asking to bring a serious shitstorm down on everyone's head. Besides, any data they got from Ex has probably long since been collated, transmitted, and spread offsite. Taking out the researchers or the site won't accomplish anything except, perhaps, provide them with even more data. Then my cell phone went off again: another alert. I really can't seem to catch a break today.
Brad Killdeer showed up with his 6 y/o niece, Lily, who was pretending to be a tiger and chasing after pigeons. Never got a response from Brad if she was in the know or not (seems odd that she was pretending to be a tiger and Brad having just recently met Baukhain, but I'm kind of used to unusual coincidences by now). Riley showed up, then Salem, then Val. (And then Brad and his niece departed, allowing us to converse more freely.) The garou were gathering to go have a moot someplace. I was half tempted to tag along, but.... You know, it was probably for the best that Salem advised against it. I'd have surely drawn undesired attention, and I might have gotten exposed--in a place filled with nervous and tense and frustrated werewolves. It likely would not have ended well. So I told Salem and Riley that I would make my own secret club up and then not invite them. Salem got the in-joke. Riley, I think, had no idea. (Unless news has been quietly spread among the Walkers and they've been told to pretend that they don't know about me.)
The Walkers talked about Flint briefly, and the vampire, but mostly about Flint. Riley seemed to think the fact that he was still alive was an accomplishment in and of itself. Salem was pissed at himself for having frenzied for the first time in years, even though the whole thing was Flint's fault. And... I just don't understand his penchant for self-destruction--at least, not beyond the typical self-destruction that teenage boys typically engage in. Devon's appearance problems got mentioned as well, and he got compliments on how well he'd handled things in comparison to Flint, so.... I'd like to think that Flint's woodworking, separation from the vampire, and recent speech improvements are signs that he's getting a handle on things--and said as much. But the kid still has some growing up to do.
Oh, and Riley thinks Flint has never had "The Talk." There was a proverbial quick round of "not it"--and Salem finally said he'd do it. (Seriously, isn't this what the internet is for?) I suggested that Salem announce the problem to Mouse and suggest she do it, get video of the faces she makes, and then offer to do it for her. Riley and Salem seemed to think that'd be pretty damn funny.
I bailed to go hang out at the Walker's tenement in my 3rd floor apartment there. That gave me some privacy to telecommute and do some work for Terminus while I simply made myself available for a pickup if there was a need for that after the moot concluded.
Later that night, I popped downstairs to the lobby and there was a crowd. I met Elliot, the head of the Fianna, and told him about how Kitty'd shared how Danny--Fianna kin--had been having bad dreams and we'd been unable to locate a Fianna. Then Flint went and threw Devon under the bus, saying that Devon'd known about the problems since JULY, said he'd handle it, and failed to follow through in contacting the Fianna or resolving the problem. I know Devon and Flint don't get along all that well, but way to make Devon /AND/ the tribe look bad, Flint. Should have kept your mouth shut--or opened it earlier and been more proactive.
There was a new Shadow Lord theurge present: Draco, Dragon's Shadow. Metis. He's got scales all over him in his crinos form. I can see why he went with "dragon" instead of "crocodile" or "demon." He seems polite and formal, but.... I just don't trust the Shadow Lords by default. They have to earn my trust. Which makes me a bit nervous because Draco seems to want to glom on to Mouse for theurge-based learning and stuff. Watch yourself, Mouse. Watch yourself.
SIDEBAR: It's kind of amusing, really. Draco named himself after a dragon but has never seen one. I had one--well, a quetzlcoatl, at least, which is close enough--in my sanctum, frozen in stasis, for nearly half a decade. I'd used it as a hat and coat rack--mostly because I didn't like it looking at me. Granted, it was Peter who'd captured and immobilized the creature, not me.
I called it quits shortly after being treated to seeing Draco's war form, and crashed at the tenement rather than push it and drive home.
Got up before dawn, showered, shaved, and went to hang out at the park to center myself, keep tabs on the place, and suck down coffee. Wasn't too long before Quin, Val, and Kitty showed up--along with those painted pigeons and two kids who decided to play Duck Hunt with an airsoft rifle. They nailed one pigeon, Quin went to confront them, one ran off, the other ran at Val, me, and Kitty. I hit him with some coincidental Entropy and Forces and sent him sprawling in the grass--he got up and ran in a different direction after that. Then I got an alert about a news release from a company I'd been watching and had to go make some emergency adjustments to a portfolio so I wouldn't be caught flat-footed on Monday morning.
Came back later in the evening and Kitty and Val were at the fountain. I told Kitty about Elliot now knowing about Danny and gave her Elliot's number (which, duh, was in the Walker tribal phone I have!). Kitty left--they're letting her have a lot of freedom nowadays. Val talked about this DNA organization that she's pretty sure had abducted Ex and been doing experiments on her. I advised her to drop it, as it sounded a lot like the Technocracy, and messing with them is asking to bring a serious shitstorm down on everyone's head. Besides, any data they got from Ex has probably long since been collated, transmitted, and spread offsite. Taking out the researchers or the site won't accomplish anything except, perhaps, provide them with even more data. Then my cell phone went off again: another alert. I really can't seem to catch a break today.