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Tues, July 29
That vampire has gone absolutely bat-shit crazy, screaming and thrashing around and beating on the inside of the coffin. She's utterly lost it. I touched her mind briefly and it's nothing but hunger and killing. No rational thought at all. Just raw, primal urges to kill and feed. I may have inadvertently driven this vampire insane.
I couldn't spend the night in the cabin. Not with THAT going on inside. Winnebago again. It took a while, but I finally did drop off to sleep, revisiting that vision from a few weeks earlier, and focusing on the topographical features. When I awoke, I fired up my laptop and generated a 3D model, which I then compressed to 2D and oriented so that the virtual land I created mirrored reality. I modified some pattern recognition software and, using a hunch that the dreamscape occurred somewhere along the Columbia River, I set up a program to do searches along the Columbia, pulling data from maps.google.com to crossreference with the 2D representation of the dream topography I'd cobbled together. Set the whole thing in motion, checked to see that it was running okay, fixed a couple glitches, and then drove out to Edgewood to meet up with Jacinta, who I'd sent Kargamis to talk to last night: I wanted to go harvest some tass from the nodes in WWNP.
The hike through the woods with the sept Alpha was largely uneventful. I filled her in on the vision I'd had and how I'd set a trap intended to misdirect the thing that was appearing at 3am--and how I got a look at the rat-wolf things and how my personal theory is that there are two groups and/or entities involved. But all of that is still fairly sketchy. Still. Sept Alpha. I offer a unique perspective on things that could be affecting the sept. I offered my observations and opinions--in case they might make a difference or grant her a little broader perspective. We stopped short of Red Talon territory again, and I pulled three stone shards from beneath that large, reflective boulder from about a mile and a half away. Jacinta--I couldn't tell if she was impressed or nervous about what I did. Maybe both. We carried on to the Earthen Bowl. There I simply meditated for about an hour, getting a better feel for the place. Given more time and familiarity with this node, I can probably easily harvest the tass from this place from afar--no need to hike out.
It's interesting. That each node has a slightly different "flavor"--resonance. Similar, but different. And the caern itself.... I guess being exposed to more sources has widened my palate.
I hope, given time and seeing that I'm not doing anything to harm these nodes, Jacinta might give me permission to harvest from the caern itself--under her supervision of course.
Jacinta led me back to the woods not too far from Edgewood, where we parted ways. Good, god. What a hike! I am definitely going to sleep tonight!
I exited the woods and spotted Alexis playing around with a printer and listening to some Radiohead from the 90s. Huh. Smart and good taste in music. Too bad I'm spoken for! She's apparently doing some lithography--something art-related, but the only arts I dabbled in (aside from the Dark ones) were the bass guitar, synthesizer, and metal sculpting. It'll be interesting to see what she produces. We talked a little, me advising her what areas of town to not get an apartment in and talking about how Silvertip had once summoned a grizzly bear spirit in my cabin to heal me. I left out details like names, times, and why/how I'd gotten injured. She's kin and been in the know for 5-6 years, but she's clearly not comfortable with the woods or lupus, nervous around the garou (but honestly it's healthy to be nervous around garou you don't know).... I get the impression she knows about the garou but rarely ever associates with them.
We parted ways. I went back to the cabin and more insane, thrashing vampire-in-a-box. Another night in the Winnebago, I guess. My topography pattern search program was still grinding away. Looks like it has covered 50 miles up and downstream of St. Claire. I suspect this idea might be a total bust.
That vampire has gone absolutely bat-shit crazy, screaming and thrashing around and beating on the inside of the coffin. She's utterly lost it. I touched her mind briefly and it's nothing but hunger and killing. No rational thought at all. Just raw, primal urges to kill and feed. I may have inadvertently driven this vampire insane.
I couldn't spend the night in the cabin. Not with THAT going on inside. Winnebago again. It took a while, but I finally did drop off to sleep, revisiting that vision from a few weeks earlier, and focusing on the topographical features. When I awoke, I fired up my laptop and generated a 3D model, which I then compressed to 2D and oriented so that the virtual land I created mirrored reality. I modified some pattern recognition software and, using a hunch that the dreamscape occurred somewhere along the Columbia River, I set up a program to do searches along the Columbia, pulling data from maps.google.com to crossreference with the 2D representation of the dream topography I'd cobbled together. Set the whole thing in motion, checked to see that it was running okay, fixed a couple glitches, and then drove out to Edgewood to meet up with Jacinta, who I'd sent Kargamis to talk to last night: I wanted to go harvest some tass from the nodes in WWNP.
The hike through the woods with the sept Alpha was largely uneventful. I filled her in on the vision I'd had and how I'd set a trap intended to misdirect the thing that was appearing at 3am--and how I got a look at the rat-wolf things and how my personal theory is that there are two groups and/or entities involved. But all of that is still fairly sketchy. Still. Sept Alpha. I offer a unique perspective on things that could be affecting the sept. I offered my observations and opinions--in case they might make a difference or grant her a little broader perspective. We stopped short of Red Talon territory again, and I pulled three stone shards from beneath that large, reflective boulder from about a mile and a half away. Jacinta--I couldn't tell if she was impressed or nervous about what I did. Maybe both. We carried on to the Earthen Bowl. There I simply meditated for about an hour, getting a better feel for the place. Given more time and familiarity with this node, I can probably easily harvest the tass from this place from afar--no need to hike out.
It's interesting. That each node has a slightly different "flavor"--resonance. Similar, but different. And the caern itself.... I guess being exposed to more sources has widened my palate.
I hope, given time and seeing that I'm not doing anything to harm these nodes, Jacinta might give me permission to harvest from the caern itself--under her supervision of course.
Jacinta led me back to the woods not too far from Edgewood, where we parted ways. Good, god. What a hike! I am definitely going to sleep tonight!
I exited the woods and spotted Alexis playing around with a printer and listening to some Radiohead from the 90s. Huh. Smart and good taste in music. Too bad I'm spoken for! She's apparently doing some lithography--something art-related, but the only arts I dabbled in (aside from the Dark ones) were the bass guitar, synthesizer, and metal sculpting. It'll be interesting to see what she produces. We talked a little, me advising her what areas of town to not get an apartment in and talking about how Silvertip had once summoned a grizzly bear spirit in my cabin to heal me. I left out details like names, times, and why/how I'd gotten injured. She's kin and been in the know for 5-6 years, but she's clearly not comfortable with the woods or lupus, nervous around the garou (but honestly it's healthy to be nervous around garou you don't know).... I get the impression she knows about the garou but rarely ever associates with them.
We parted ways. I went back to the cabin and more insane, thrashing vampire-in-a-box. Another night in the Winnebago, I guess. My topography pattern search program was still grinding away. Looks like it has covered 50 miles up and downstream of St. Claire. I suspect this idea might be a total bust.
