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thessalianSo far, in the games I actually play in (albeit online):
Grace: My Glass Walker Galliard Garou is screwing up an attempt to make nice with San Francisco. I mean abysmally. On the plus side, despite it being about half past one in the morning, managed to make $3.82 busking on a street corner. Not quite what she had in mind, but still. I like the new co-lead Werewolf ST on Hollow City. Must make a point to thank him/her for the chance to do something once this thread is wrapped (don't want to look like I'm sucking up).
Nina: My Dreamspeaker isn't up to much beyond meeting up with the new boy in Charleston (Jericho Hobbes) and, after having spent hours making a peace pipe for the bloody Hermetic yammerer heading up the Spirit seminar, left it on a table in the open chantry (in a spaghetti box) so that he would eventually come by and pick it up. So far he hasn't, and it's been moved from table to kitchen drawer, from kitchen drawer to bottom shelf of the fridge and from bottom shelf of the fridge back to table again by a Verbena fighting the temptation to open it, a stoned Ecstatic and a confused Dreamspeaker respectively. Soon there will be Dreamspeaker confab. Don't know what that's about but will soon find out.
Lorrie: My Corax has just had to explain the White Howlers to an uneducated hick without using any Garou terms or vocabulary above third-grade level, because said uneducated hick was born to Black Spiral Dancer kin and is pretty-shiny-white-pelted while in Crinos. And the Wyrm whispers to him. Lorrie has also told the Wyrm, "You're weak, you're pathetic, you're all mouth and your mother dresses you funny". Yeah, nice to see I'm following a grand and noble tradition of insulting the Wyrm to its face and probably getting squished. But c'mon; she's a Corax and this is what they do. Laugh in the face of evil, peck out one of its eyes and fly like buggery.
I am so bored. I don't want to be here. This is not a day when people should be working. This should be a holiday. It's too damn bright, hot and sunny for work! There ought to be laws against this sort of thing. I suppose I'm just a little narked because some lucky bitches get to go off to MoCCA this weekend while I'm in London sweltering and either building houses or blowing up worms, depending on mood Saturday. Then again, one lucky bitch did offer to get me a sketch of Faye from Questionable Content (J Jacques, Jennie Breeden, John Allison ... and I'm missing it. Why are there never cons in England? Oh, right, because no one comes from here and no one wants to come here. Bah), so it could be worse. Plus Mage on Sunday (extra sessions yay). Still ... comic con...
Right. Back to some work, I suppose.
Grace: My Glass Walker Galliard Garou is screwing up an attempt to make nice with San Francisco. I mean abysmally. On the plus side, despite it being about half past one in the morning, managed to make $3.82 busking on a street corner. Not quite what she had in mind, but still. I like the new co-lead Werewolf ST on Hollow City. Must make a point to thank him/her for the chance to do something once this thread is wrapped (don't want to look like I'm sucking up).
Nina: My Dreamspeaker isn't up to much beyond meeting up with the new boy in Charleston (Jericho Hobbes) and, after having spent hours making a peace pipe for the bloody Hermetic yammerer heading up the Spirit seminar, left it on a table in the open chantry (in a spaghetti box) so that he would eventually come by and pick it up. So far he hasn't, and it's been moved from table to kitchen drawer, from kitchen drawer to bottom shelf of the fridge and from bottom shelf of the fridge back to table again by a Verbena fighting the temptation to open it, a stoned Ecstatic and a confused Dreamspeaker respectively. Soon there will be Dreamspeaker confab. Don't know what that's about but will soon find out.
Lorrie: My Corax has just had to explain the White Howlers to an uneducated hick without using any Garou terms or vocabulary above third-grade level, because said uneducated hick was born to Black Spiral Dancer kin and is pretty-shiny-white-pelted while in Crinos. And the Wyrm whispers to him. Lorrie has also told the Wyrm, "You're weak, you're pathetic, you're all mouth and your mother dresses you funny". Yeah, nice to see I'm following a grand and noble tradition of insulting the Wyrm to its face and probably getting squished. But c'mon; she's a Corax and this is what they do. Laugh in the face of evil, peck out one of its eyes and fly like buggery.
I am so bored. I don't want to be here. This is not a day when people should be working. This should be a holiday. It's too damn bright, hot and sunny for work! There ought to be laws against this sort of thing. I suppose I'm just a little narked because some lucky bitches get to go off to MoCCA this weekend while I'm in London sweltering and either building houses or blowing up worms, depending on mood Saturday. Then again, one lucky bitch did offer to get me a sketch of Faye from Questionable Content (J Jacques, Jennie Breeden, John Allison ... and I'm missing it. Why are there never cons in England? Oh, right, because no one comes from here and no one wants to come here. Bah), so it could be worse. Plus Mage on Sunday (extra sessions yay). Still ... comic con...
Right. Back to some work, I suppose.