Nick "Nicodemus" Dalton (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nick_garou) wrote2014-04-11 06:51 am
nick_garou) wrote2014-04-11 06:51 am
Touching base with Salem, then off on a bender
I spent most of yesterday catching up on work and wondering why I still worked. I could quit. I'd have to tighten my belt significantly, but I could just outright quit and focus on magick. Maybe in the future. Maybe in the future. I think Emma likes the fact that I have a job and a business. Shows responsibility and an ability to provide things she can't. A facet of normality. Stability. Perhaps? I don't know.
Salem came over after the sun had set. We talked about the trip I'd took to see Pavel, though I never told him Pavel's name or where he lived or anything like that. Just that a more powerful and experienced mage I trusted said to lay low and keep my head down when it came to dealing with the Suits. I tossed out my idea of having one of the less reputable local rags get a tip about there being government clones working with the local police, including photos of the nigh-identical clones. If the Suits are so interested in preserving the Veil, maybe exposing them would make them tuck tail and head out? Salem pointed out it might get one or more reporters killed, which... he has a point.
We talked about Mouse being absent. He didn't know if she was dead or alive, but he hadn't heard anything from a spirit yet, so he was assuming she was probably alive--even though he didn't know. I pulled out the Magic 8-Ball, asked it if Mouse was alive, and got a "MOST LIKELY" response, which I shared with Salem. Maybe that helped him feel a little more at ease? It did me, though I'd have much preferred a "YES" or "IT IS CERTAIN" or "WITHOUT A DOUBT" answer. Those rarely come up, though.
We shot the shit for a few hours, catching up on this and that. After he left, I got wicked drunk on beer. I have no idea why, either. Vomiting sucks. I'm going back to bed. I should hit the umbra tonight and do some research.
Salem came over after the sun had set. We talked about the trip I'd took to see Pavel, though I never told him Pavel's name or where he lived or anything like that. Just that a more powerful and experienced mage I trusted said to lay low and keep my head down when it came to dealing with the Suits. I tossed out my idea of having one of the less reputable local rags get a tip about there being government clones working with the local police, including photos of the nigh-identical clones. If the Suits are so interested in preserving the Veil, maybe exposing them would make them tuck tail and head out? Salem pointed out it might get one or more reporters killed, which... he has a point.
We talked about Mouse being absent. He didn't know if she was dead or alive, but he hadn't heard anything from a spirit yet, so he was assuming she was probably alive--even though he didn't know. I pulled out the Magic 8-Ball, asked it if Mouse was alive, and got a "MOST LIKELY" response, which I shared with Salem. Maybe that helped him feel a little more at ease? It did me, though I'd have much preferred a "YES" or "IT IS CERTAIN" or "WITHOUT A DOUBT" answer. Those rarely come up, though.
We shot the shit for a few hours, catching up on this and that. After he left, I got wicked drunk on beer. I have no idea why, either. Vomiting sucks. I'm going back to bed. I should hit the umbra tonight and do some research.