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Monday morning I drove Flint and his wares over to the consignment shop in midtown that'll be selling his stuff on commission. Hope that works out and he keeps his anger in check when he's around the shopkeeps or he might find they don't want to do business with him anymore. I mention this because afterwards we went out to Edgewood and he and Sewall got a little snippy over pretty much nothing at all--and the moon is still pretty slender. Fortunately Charlene defused things before it escalated.
Flint revealed that this past summer a drunken homeless guy had gone over to the Vault (the Shadow Lords' hangout in the city) and basically knocked on the door and dropped off some maps of the sewers with the locations of a variety of mutant rats' nests marked on them--he'd been sent there by someone who calls herself The Sewer Queen. There's some speculation as to what the Queen actually is: ronin garou, vampire, sorcerer, Ratkin, something else entirely? But what's apparent is that /something/ out there knows about the Vault, so that place is compromised--and that could spill over and affect other havens in the city, further exposing kinfolk and garou alike. Not good. I think Flint's going to bring that up with his Shadow Lord packmates. (What in the world does he see in them? Or are they just using him?)
Flint and Charlene then discussed learning gifts and rituals. They both already know a gift called "Beast Speech," which lets them talk with animals to gain limited amounts of information--largely dependent upon the animal's own intellectual capacities, which tend to be not spectacular, but sometimes useful enough in some situations. Nothing else seemed particularly interesting or useful (to me at least), and I can already replicate a knock-off version of the Beast Speech gift (and then some), so....
I brought up the topic of there being a seemingly disproportionate number of galliards in comparison to the other auspices, especially ahrouns and theurges, then suggested that the galliards form a band. That got kicked around briefly and mostly as a joke. Personally? (And definitely a thought I kept to myself.) I don't think there'd be enough room on the stage for all their egos and "creative genius." And with how they snap at each other so easily? Any band that formed would be quickly doomed: the infighting would be epic--like a group composed of nothing but Yoko Onos. An all-galliard band is such a bad idea I'm ashamed I even mentioned it out loud.
Flint wanted to hang out at Edgewood for a few days, so I headed out. Now might be a good time to start warding the Glass Walker's mainframe, as Flint is probably the Walker who most inhabits the break room (other than Mouse and she authorized me to do it). Especially since the Vault was already compromised and the Tenement might be next. I dropped by the tenement later on that evening. No one was present on the 5th floor, so I went to check the roof before getting started. Riley was present. Damn. Made the best of the situation by reading a book with her when Val turned up and the book reading turned into an outright conversation. Riley seemed a little on the cranky side, though I'm not sure why. Maybe PMSing or something, but definitely snippy. Must be something in the air or water. I shared what I learned about the Vault earlier, then we got to talking about books and maybe forming up a book club as we've all got similar tastes in fiction--and perhaps supernatural-based fiction (or maybe suspense/horror/mystery genres). But definitely not Twilight. I liked Riley's idea of leaving embarrassing novels in the downstairs lobby with little notes inside the cover that read "Property of So-and-So." That could get crazy fast, though. And it's probably a bad idea to leave people's real names in stuff when there's the possibility the place might become compromised.
I think I'm going to spend some time hanging out in the tenement. I need to get that server warded and I want to review security footage to see if it looks like someone is watching the place. A little entropy for luck, woven into some facial recognition software for faster processing, might prove useful: sounds like it's time for an extended ritual.
Flint revealed that this past summer a drunken homeless guy had gone over to the Vault (the Shadow Lords' hangout in the city) and basically knocked on the door and dropped off some maps of the sewers with the locations of a variety of mutant rats' nests marked on them--he'd been sent there by someone who calls herself The Sewer Queen. There's some speculation as to what the Queen actually is: ronin garou, vampire, sorcerer, Ratkin, something else entirely? But what's apparent is that /something/ out there knows about the Vault, so that place is compromised--and that could spill over and affect other havens in the city, further exposing kinfolk and garou alike. Not good. I think Flint's going to bring that up with his Shadow Lord packmates. (What in the world does he see in them? Or are they just using him?)
Flint and Charlene then discussed learning gifts and rituals. They both already know a gift called "Beast Speech," which lets them talk with animals to gain limited amounts of information--largely dependent upon the animal's own intellectual capacities, which tend to be not spectacular, but sometimes useful enough in some situations. Nothing else seemed particularly interesting or useful (to me at least), and I can already replicate a knock-off version of the Beast Speech gift (and then some), so....
I brought up the topic of there being a seemingly disproportionate number of galliards in comparison to the other auspices, especially ahrouns and theurges, then suggested that the galliards form a band. That got kicked around briefly and mostly as a joke. Personally? (And definitely a thought I kept to myself.) I don't think there'd be enough room on the stage for all their egos and "creative genius." And with how they snap at each other so easily? Any band that formed would be quickly doomed: the infighting would be epic--like a group composed of nothing but Yoko Onos. An all-galliard band is such a bad idea I'm ashamed I even mentioned it out loud.
Flint wanted to hang out at Edgewood for a few days, so I headed out. Now might be a good time to start warding the Glass Walker's mainframe, as Flint is probably the Walker who most inhabits the break room (other than Mouse and she authorized me to do it). Especially since the Vault was already compromised and the Tenement might be next. I dropped by the tenement later on that evening. No one was present on the 5th floor, so I went to check the roof before getting started. Riley was present. Damn. Made the best of the situation by reading a book with her when Val turned up and the book reading turned into an outright conversation. Riley seemed a little on the cranky side, though I'm not sure why. Maybe PMSing or something, but definitely snippy. Must be something in the air or water. I shared what I learned about the Vault earlier, then we got to talking about books and maybe forming up a book club as we've all got similar tastes in fiction--and perhaps supernatural-based fiction (or maybe suspense/horror/mystery genres). But definitely not Twilight. I liked Riley's idea of leaving embarrassing novels in the downstairs lobby with little notes inside the cover that read "Property of So-and-So." That could get crazy fast, though. And it's probably a bad idea to leave people's real names in stuff when there's the possibility the place might become compromised.
I think I'm going to spend some time hanging out in the tenement. I need to get that server warded and I want to review security footage to see if it looks like someone is watching the place. A little entropy for luck, woven into some facial recognition software for faster processing, might prove useful: sounds like it's time for an extended ritual.
