littlesilvertip

Healing is boring. ‘Just lay around for a few days.’ I’d rather be out doing things. Still, it’s given me time to study, both the Verbena tome, and the things I took back from the homeland. Fresh nightmares have been clawing at my mind, but they’ve been fuzzy and indistinct. I have a hard time remembering them, which is fine. I don’t want to dwell on them anyhow.

Monday, June 23rd
Turtle seemed to follow my scent trail, and arrived at the cave. Bad news, but I was outside at the time, so he never went in. I’ll keep it covered over for a bit. Damn. He and I talked for a bit, about his home. Turns out he’s from the same area Jordan is, but he was pretty shifty on the details. I wonder how much he’s lying? He did show me his ‘Hispo,’ called Juko. It was adorably tiny.

Tuesday June 24th
Too bored sitting around, so I went out sniffing for mushrooms. It was too sunny to find many. Memory flapped down and started chattering away. Right to telling me about Black Spiral Dancers she’d been tracking. She had details, but from what it sounded like, no true names. She mentioned ‘robotic crinos’ in the Unicorn pack’s territory (not my problem) and that there was a strange woman wrapped up in spirit magic. Called her Sen. Memory had to get going, and I went back to mushrooms for a bit, before I crawled back inside for more rest.

Rest was interrupted by edge of a nightmare, so I kicked around my studies some more.

Even if the ideas aren’t infectious themselves, I’m having a hard time not thinking about those Nephandic concepts. The rituals in particular seem to come easily, even if I haven’t had a nightmare about them in a while. I had another panic over them, while performing the rite for helping my thoughts and decisions. Going over my interaction with Tail-Eater turned into thoughts about the use of objects and rituals in their use of magic. This lead to thoughts about Tail-Eater’s use of rituals.
This lead the thought about Nephandic rituals.
Which lead to thoughts about the details of those rituals I learned.
Which lead to my nightmares about those rituals.
Which lead to thinking about those nightmares again.
Which lead to thinking about those nightmares again.
Which lead to thinking about…

( Jamethon worries me greatly )

I went back to the lake, and make one last check that he wasn’t near, before I felt safe; just to be sure, I took to the trees for a while, so he couldn’t follow me, even if he wanted to. I wanted to keep working on the mage problem, but didn’t want to get stuck dwelling on the… rituals again. Maybe it was time to watch Star Wars, instead. Tail-Eater said it was reflective of both him, and his understanding of magic. I packed it up from the place, and headed over towards Turtle.

( Movie Night With Turtle )

( A New Hope )

I never noticed, but everyone in that movie is white.

When the movie was done, I started paying attention to the boat again, and Turtle was carving. He thought it was a bit weird for, but didn’t object when I put in the second movie.


( The Empire Strikes Back )

I noticed that the only non-white character with a name is a traitor.

By this point, Turtle seemed pretty curious what I was doing, but I convinced him to let me watch the last one. I’m glad. It was the most interesting yet.

( Return of the Jedi )

Again, this movie is for whites. The evil slug lived in an eastern building, with eastern style guards. The black man acted good, but only in atonement.

It was very late when it finished, and later before I got back. A lot of good insight. Since sleep brings nightmares, I think it’s a good trade.

I was watching the bison for a bit, thinking about getting together with some of the others and making an attempt on one of the old cows. Lupus isn’t the greatest form for rolling ideas about magic around in your head, but I was taking a break from the puzzles I was working on, and sitting around in ape (Homid - whatever, Fire-Dancer) just gives me time to get my thoughts all tangled up again. Turtle came using some power to turn into a falcon. Is it weird that I can fly, but wish I could experience it as a bird? Turtle is feeling better, and smells better than before. Fox are pretty fragile.

( It seems like everywhere we turn, mages are doing things now )

( I tell them about Rebecca, and everyone decides to tell me what they think I did wrong )

Instead of sticking around, I went to go be angry somewhere with fewer people. I didn't see anyone else in the sept even begin to try and find her until I told them there was a cannibal in the scab. As far as I'm concerned, they forfeit their right to criticize when they did nothing.

Maybe it's self-fulfilling. I think "i'm not going to get any sleep" and so I make myself anxious. And when I'm anxious, I can't sleep. It's a thought.

Thoughts are another thing keeping me up.

( Emma and Turtle in the Morning... )

I was getting pretty cold, and my Parka wasn't finished, and would attract attention if it was (I don't see many people wearing nice stuff in the scab). Plus, what I really need for this weather is my gutskin jacket to keep me dry. I bought some more layers off of Fire-Dancer to keep me warm, but when I head back out into the rain, I find that the material didn't keep me warm when it was wet. I found a place where I could hunker and watch the cops, next to the pizza place, but I still got pretty wet.

( A kind soul )

( Why am I agreeing with a cannibal? )

( I'm not even sure what I'm doing anymore, just that Maddie is innocent. )

It's not wet. I'm standing in the water. The river. Turtle is near by, with his dog. I'll say hi again.

( When you are suffering, know that I betrayed you. )

In the News:
Usually, a murder in the industrial sector does not make it into the news. A double homicide might be buried in the crime section. But the media has a real buzz when two bodies are discovered in an abandoned warehouse near Jermantown. Two nobodies were found murdered: One was found, shot to death by a rifle, but is of little note. The second, however, was found badly burned, decapitated, and with their face removed, in pile of toxic sludge and gasoline. The skull was never found, even though the face was; sexual fluids were found as well. The police refuse to speculate on the motive, but police internal leaks indicate that papers were found nearby that suggest that this is the work of satanic cultists.

Several priests are interviewed by the media, and make grandiose statements about how this is the logical consequence of allowing marijuana, gay marriage, or any other random recent political event. Others call out the general degeneracy of a society that allows such blasphemous ideas to spread. The police, over the next several days, refuse to confirm or deny the satanic cult story, only fanning the flames.

On Tuesday, news leaks out that one of the deceased is ex-special forces, and the story explodes into a genuine, full-fledged crap-storm, with solemn promises to hunt down the responsible parties from the police. Word leaks out that an FBI anti-cult task-force has taken an interest.

I have been successful. No dreams last night. I think I’m past it.

I’m not past the time flux, though. I spend the morning going back to the house for the kass’at at half speed, making it the longest it took me to go from tribe territory to the other side. I rested for a bit while time got normal again. That’s good, because I forgot the clothes and talen vessel. The kin would have never forgiven me, and rightly so. This is a great gift. I will have to kill him an otter for his head.

 ( A visit from Turtle )

I’ll be staying at the garage again. Hopefully, time will move as it should all day tomorrow, and I can go to the communal house, and truly be home.