Barons, Gearheads and Woe

[thessalian]

Last night, I gamed in Charleston by Night again. It's been a few days, so I had fun. Nina was not-so-formally introduced to the Barons of Suburbia (a cabal of three Ecstatics and a Verbena); there were some paranoia issues from them, which were nicely assuaged when she offered to let them read her mind, which landed in suggestive territory (but Ecstatics, duh), and Nina brought out the stock of booze that generally comes with a somewhat out-there WoD voodoo woman, and pretty plus well-stocked-with-booze plus open-minded equalled at least two Ecstatics deciding, "Gods, yes" and the next thing I know, Nina's in the middle of this menage a trois makeout session with said two Ecstatics. Which would have gone further if the Fem!Ecstatic's boyfriend hadn't walked into the middle of it and spoiled the mood (which was a good thing from a player POV because it was one in the morning and I had to go to bed). Still, do you know how hard it is extricating yourself from an Ecstatic sandwich of that type?

Also chat with one of the Hollow City people, who's looking forward to the clock ticking forward to in-game tomorrow (doing the maths, early July in real time) so that Grace and Alexei can have 'That Conversation', to wit: "You're Kinfolk and I know it. I'm Garou. Hi." This should be amusing. When it ever happens.

And now I have to go to work. Ham-Fisted Editor showed up at 5 pm yesterday and proceeded to make my life hell for an hour, and today both of the editors are in and I don't want to go to work because it's just going to be endless hours of Not Fun and people giving me shit. But I guess I have to because the savings account wants feeding and I have to earn my Frankenbox improvements.

I shouldn't wish for a Tube derailment just so I can get out of going to work...