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Work. Reading that Celestial Chorister's book on Correspondence theories. Not touching solid metals. That's what I've done the past few days.
The sole exception was last night. Thomas said that they had to get Naomi moved or she'd be whisked away and lost the next morning. We already had a decent plan in place, but were all freaked out about The Suits. It turns out that maybe we were collectively being overly cautious. Thomas and Salem went in through the umbra while I watched from half a dozen blocks away in a McDonald's parking lot. Thomas managed to scare off the two goop-like spirits that were hanging around the building Naomi was being kept in, and they moved fast enough that the banes didn't have time to amass an effective defense or counterstrike. Once it looked like Thomas was crossing over, I flipped my senses back to the realm, grasped at Naomi's drug-addled mind, and shoved the sedative cocktail aside so she could focus long enough to cross back over to the umbra. I watched as they all fled for Harbor Park, my three car batteries in the back ready for discharging across the gauntlet if need be, but they made it to safety and the Gaian spirits in the glade protected them. Job well done, guys. Job well done.
This morning, I found that I could touch metals safely and without remolding them inadvertently. I probably should have checked that the day before and the day before that, but I think I just wanted an excuse to stay holed up in my bed in the Winnebago.
Meteor shower tonight. I'm going to go watch it from the roof. I should think about building a spacecraft someday in the future. An A-wing (for short jaunts) or a B-wing (for trips of a day or three). Surely I could share notes with a Son of Ether at some point in the near future?
Oh! Also? I had a decent talk with Alicia this evening, too. She's been looking into The Doctors now that they seem to have moved into town in their search for X--and perhaps other victims to experiment on. We kicked around some ideas and I think she seemed to like what I suggested about digital camera surveillance, tracking tags of people who work there, and then dreamwalking one of them to figure out what their goals/motives are. By understanding that, it's easier to deprive them of these goals. Or set them back more. She thanked me for the talk and apologized for being bitchy/snarly back when the moon was full. I gave her the "hey, it happens" (because it does) song and dance. I didn't know she'd been married and then gotten divorced because her husband couldn't handle her rage. Or that she had a brother that she's squabbling with.
Val dropped by after Alicia left. We chatted about this and that. I recommended that she go to Mouse to get a new identity and paperwork. Val also mentioned Carter--a not-too-bright mage that had been passing through about a decade ago. I don't remember too much about him as I only met him on one or two occasions--enough to realize he'd tracked shit into the city. It sounded like he'd gone overboard with magick, suffered some kind of evil doppelganger paradox backlash, and he was trying to stop it but didn't know how. But that was very out of my league back then, and I got the impression that Carter was about to implode and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. (I suspect he died.) I don't remember what--if anything--happened to him. Val said she'd overheard a conversation where Carter had been mentioned and someone (Val didn't/wouldn't say) claimed to be Carter's former acolyte (he never mentioned one and I never saw one)--and seemed very unbalanced/crazy--like Carter was.
Note to self: Recraft Val's wrecked Harley--so I can use it and so I can give it back to her, functioning, when she looks old enough to drive it again.
The sole exception was last night. Thomas said that they had to get Naomi moved or she'd be whisked away and lost the next morning. We already had a decent plan in place, but were all freaked out about The Suits. It turns out that maybe we were collectively being overly cautious. Thomas and Salem went in through the umbra while I watched from half a dozen blocks away in a McDonald's parking lot. Thomas managed to scare off the two goop-like spirits that were hanging around the building Naomi was being kept in, and they moved fast enough that the banes didn't have time to amass an effective defense or counterstrike. Once it looked like Thomas was crossing over, I flipped my senses back to the realm, grasped at Naomi's drug-addled mind, and shoved the sedative cocktail aside so she could focus long enough to cross back over to the umbra. I watched as they all fled for Harbor Park, my three car batteries in the back ready for discharging across the gauntlet if need be, but they made it to safety and the Gaian spirits in the glade protected them. Job well done, guys. Job well done.
This morning, I found that I could touch metals safely and without remolding them inadvertently. I probably should have checked that the day before and the day before that, but I think I just wanted an excuse to stay holed up in my bed in the Winnebago.
Meteor shower tonight. I'm going to go watch it from the roof. I should think about building a spacecraft someday in the future. An A-wing (for short jaunts) or a B-wing (for trips of a day or three). Surely I could share notes with a Son of Ether at some point in the near future?
Oh! Also? I had a decent talk with Alicia this evening, too. She's been looking into The Doctors now that they seem to have moved into town in their search for X--and perhaps other victims to experiment on. We kicked around some ideas and I think she seemed to like what I suggested about digital camera surveillance, tracking tags of people who work there, and then dreamwalking one of them to figure out what their goals/motives are. By understanding that, it's easier to deprive them of these goals. Or set them back more. She thanked me for the talk and apologized for being bitchy/snarly back when the moon was full. I gave her the "hey, it happens" (because it does) song and dance. I didn't know she'd been married and then gotten divorced because her husband couldn't handle her rage. Or that she had a brother that she's squabbling with.
Val dropped by after Alicia left. We chatted about this and that. I recommended that she go to Mouse to get a new identity and paperwork. Val also mentioned Carter--a not-too-bright mage that had been passing through about a decade ago. I don't remember too much about him as I only met him on one or two occasions--enough to realize he'd tracked shit into the city. It sounded like he'd gone overboard with magick, suffered some kind of evil doppelganger paradox backlash, and he was trying to stop it but didn't know how. But that was very out of my league back then, and I got the impression that Carter was about to implode and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. (I suspect he died.) I don't remember what--if anything--happened to him. Val said she'd overheard a conversation where Carter had been mentioned and someone (Val didn't/wouldn't say) claimed to be Carter's former acolyte (he never mentioned one and I never saw one)--and seemed very unbalanced/crazy--like Carter was.
Note to self: Recraft Val's wrecked Harley--so I can use it and so I can give it back to her, functioning, when she looks old enough to drive it again.
