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This style of research is getting easier with time, I guess. I know where I can find books of a variety of stripes. Without something that’s come from a wolf person, or a mage, or a vampire, it’s a question of reading enough different tale spinners that the truth starts to emerge. It’s funny to think how close apes get to the truth at times - no one listens to them, though. Yesterday was going through a large portion of what I could find on seances in the library, and trying to ignore the garbage. I looked for whatever I could about mentions of ectoplasm. However, the library was mostly a waste of time - the bulk of what I read was about how the seances were fake, and the dead could not be contacted. That’s when I realized that is because the seances were popular one hundred years ago or more - not books that are likely to be in a library. I needed either older books, or reprints of old books. Time to go to the used book shops.

( Bumping into Ila at the store arouses suspicion )

( Light reading, and more experiments. Goodthing I couldn't go to the umbra tonight anyhow... )
Both books mention an older book titled ‘Dialogues with the Dead’ (as did a number of books in the library), from long ago. This appears to have started the whites speaking to the dead, until when some went through and began calling all of them frauds. This would be a nice book to have.

I just had a thought: I’ve started a collection, like I’m some sort of vampire or mage. A month ago, Tail-Eater lent me a book to keep me entertained while I guarded him. Now I have several of my own.

What a strange new direction my life has taken. My new hut will need a place to keep books, in addition to all the horned serpent artifacts I've collected over the years. What would my old packmates think?

It didn’t rain much overnight, and with the parka, I managed to stay warm enough. I would have slept well enough it wasn’t for the nightmares. I think I woke up once or twice. I feel stretched thin, like fat that’s spread across too much pilotbread. I spent the whole day trying to work up the drive to go tell Scar what I found. Or any philodox, at this point. But, it was… well, I guess I’m skipping ahead.

I started out by trying to find some food. Nothing. I’d do very poorly as a member of the Omega Tribe. I remembered what Rebecca (the cannibal) said about the woman in the van, and I decided to stop by there once I gave Yellow Horse his gift. ( Giving Quin his gift )

( Dinner from Ila, but no fortune telling )

( Oh, god, it's Rebecca again )

( Running away from one Gnawer, and into two others )

It’s starting rain again. If this was in the wilds, I could make a shelter to deal with it. Or just take the wolf shape and go some place dry. I don’t like it here at all. I’ve piled enough cardboard to keep some of the rain off me, and I’m wearing my parka again. I did a little work on it first, though. Almost done, now. Gives me time to think - I’ve been making bad decisions ever since I came back. This thing about the cannibal, even if she is a good person in every other respect, is getting dumb.

And it’s not just making decisions: Being afraid of Earth-Whisperer mounting me, telling a Mage I just met to do things to my body, pissing myself in the tunnels, and these nightmares, just to name a few things. What the hell is going on with me? I’m supposed to be the wisest of the warriors, but I’m sure not acting like one.