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Got myself settled in by Saturday morning. Relocated the Winnebago to a rent-month-to-month storage facility in the city after using it to move my crap out. Rerouted my mail to a PO Box. Kicking myself for taking out a mortgage on a cabin and land that I can't pick up and move like a houseboat or an RV. Plus side? I bought low (really low) and the market is coming back, so I can always sell high(er) if I care to do so. Moving around a lot and living in small places has been nice in a way: I really don't have a crapload of stuff. Most of my books are electronic or scanned for ease of use/reference. You know what? I've kind of noticed that I really value material things less and less. Sure, I appreciate my Porsche because it's a great piece of engineering and useful, but do I flip out if it gets scratched or dented? Nope. I can just fix it easily with a little Time, Correspondence, Matter, and Forces. Matter is just matter, after all. And it's so malleable as to almost be disposable. Really? The only things I really need are LOLCat (he's a pain in the butt but I'm attached to him) and.... Maybe some of the things I've spent a lot of time making and can't buy in stores? Oh, this is weird. I hope this is not some form of Mage-based insanity brewing.
Spent the day Saturday doing stock portfolio stuff for Terminus. Catching up. But my mind kept wandering. I had an intriguing idea. I've noticed that the Garou's Triat--Wyrm, Weaver, Wyld--seems to lend itself somewhat to an overall taxonomical system for spirit classification (with subclassifications therein). I've also noticed that I seem to be able to detect Wyrm (negative entropy), Weaver (entropic stasis), and Wyld (positive entropy) via rudimentary use of Entropy. I've enough control over Entropy that I can manipulate it a little, pushing out negative/static/positive entropy in a localized field around myself. I can also influence/push the spirit world a bit, thinning or thickening the barrier between worlds or briefly reaching through. If I had a better idea of common spirits of each type and the areas they're generally found in, and some time to study their behavior and mannerisms, I could conceivably use Forces to craft an illusion around myself so I'd look like one of those spirits, and I could use Spirit and Entropy so as to give off a resonance--a "smell" I guess--that made me and my illusion seem to fit in with the rest. This could conceivably allow me to pass unmolested--in some situations--among spirits that otherwise be hostile. I could go into the umbra during the dark moons, or even during the day. Theoretically. And boy would I want some backup just in case. Harbor Park, with its full moon fetish, would be an ideal staging area for experimentation.
Saturday night, head abuzz with stock trends and the potential for spiritual subterfuge, I bumped into Mouse in the breakroom. We had a beer together, chatted a bit, and I got to thinking about ways I might be able to help her further alleviate her back pain. I suspect I could use Flint's workshop to build an inversion table designed specifically to address pressure point and compression issues with Mouse's spine. A little Life, Entropy, Correspondence, and Forces to hit the right spots and take pressure off specific points. a little Matter, Correspondence, and Forces--along with Dreaming--to facilitate the construction of the inversion table. Been working on that Sunday morning. Might have something to show for it later this week. Mouse mentioned how she missed being able to run. I told her I might be able to help her out there by increasing the rigidity of her brace (but that would result in less flexibility) and manually (via magic) reducing the impactive forces her legs made on the ground while running. She sounded intrigued, so I explained how it was a relatively minor effect of taking the impactive forces from her legs and shunting most of it somewhere else. From there we devolved into kibbitzing.
Clarice came in later on in the conversation, heard me mention Val healing a bullet would that'd grazed my shoulder earlier (as part of their cubhood experiences, Glass Walker cubs get shot with a bullet so they learn how to cope with the injury and pain without shifting to heal), and Clarice mentioned how it seemed that Val had been evasive in answering questions Clarice had asked her about those stacked rocks. Mouse and I ended up being equally evasive, I think. But Clarice eventually dropped her inquiries. I learned that she has a couple other names. Cheese Doodle (because she has some orange in her fur) and Burns Chrome (which is apparently a William Gibson reference--I need to reread a couple of his classic books again). Burns Chrome is a pretty bad-ass name.
Drifting off to sleep, I thought about.... Really? How bad would it /really/ be if the Glass Walker tribe here knew about me? Tribal secret instead of just Salem and Mouse. There's one way to find out, but once that genie is out of the bottle, it won't ever go back in. Not a decision to be made lightly or in haste. It's that /one/ garou that takes exception that would be the end of me, and I've been lucky and careful in letting just a handful of non-mages know about me so far.
Spent the day Saturday doing stock portfolio stuff for Terminus. Catching up. But my mind kept wandering. I had an intriguing idea. I've noticed that the Garou's Triat--Wyrm, Weaver, Wyld--seems to lend itself somewhat to an overall taxonomical system for spirit classification (with subclassifications therein). I've also noticed that I seem to be able to detect Wyrm (negative entropy), Weaver (entropic stasis), and Wyld (positive entropy) via rudimentary use of Entropy. I've enough control over Entropy that I can manipulate it a little, pushing out negative/static/positive entropy in a localized field around myself. I can also influence/push the spirit world a bit, thinning or thickening the barrier between worlds or briefly reaching through. If I had a better idea of common spirits of each type and the areas they're generally found in, and some time to study their behavior and mannerisms, I could conceivably use Forces to craft an illusion around myself so I'd look like one of those spirits, and I could use Spirit and Entropy so as to give off a resonance--a "smell" I guess--that made me and my illusion seem to fit in with the rest. This could conceivably allow me to pass unmolested--in some situations--among spirits that otherwise be hostile. I could go into the umbra during the dark moons, or even during the day. Theoretically. And boy would I want some backup just in case. Harbor Park, with its full moon fetish, would be an ideal staging area for experimentation.
Saturday night, head abuzz with stock trends and the potential for spiritual subterfuge, I bumped into Mouse in the breakroom. We had a beer together, chatted a bit, and I got to thinking about ways I might be able to help her further alleviate her back pain. I suspect I could use Flint's workshop to build an inversion table designed specifically to address pressure point and compression issues with Mouse's spine. A little Life, Entropy, Correspondence, and Forces to hit the right spots and take pressure off specific points. a little Matter, Correspondence, and Forces--along with Dreaming--to facilitate the construction of the inversion table. Been working on that Sunday morning. Might have something to show for it later this week. Mouse mentioned how she missed being able to run. I told her I might be able to help her out there by increasing the rigidity of her brace (but that would result in less flexibility) and manually (via magic) reducing the impactive forces her legs made on the ground while running. She sounded intrigued, so I explained how it was a relatively minor effect of taking the impactive forces from her legs and shunting most of it somewhere else. From there we devolved into kibbitzing.
Clarice came in later on in the conversation, heard me mention Val healing a bullet would that'd grazed my shoulder earlier (as part of their cubhood experiences, Glass Walker cubs get shot with a bullet so they learn how to cope with the injury and pain without shifting to heal), and Clarice mentioned how it seemed that Val had been evasive in answering questions Clarice had asked her about those stacked rocks. Mouse and I ended up being equally evasive, I think. But Clarice eventually dropped her inquiries. I learned that she has a couple other names. Cheese Doodle (because she has some orange in her fur) and Burns Chrome (which is apparently a William Gibson reference--I need to reread a couple of his classic books again). Burns Chrome is a pretty bad-ass name.
Drifting off to sleep, I thought about.... Really? How bad would it /really/ be if the Glass Walker tribe here knew about me? Tribal secret instead of just Salem and Mouse. There's one way to find out, but once that genie is out of the bottle, it won't ever go back in. Not a decision to be made lightly or in haste. It's that /one/ garou that takes exception that would be the end of me, and I've been lucky and careful in letting just a handful of non-mages know about me so far.
