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Logfile from Fulcrum
Log opened 11/09/2024  -  13:56:02

You move down along the road.

Caer Viridis: The Wharf District 

     The gravel road leads down around the cliffs that hold up the glade to the river as it meets the ocean. There are dozens of ships of all designs moored here along the docks. Out in the bay one can see the green and white sails of a great galleon emblazoned with the crest of the 31st. The other vessel too large to come ashore is a Roman Trireme flying the green and gold of House Gwydion. The many colored sails of smaller fishing and trading vessels are seen all along the docks. 
     On land are all manner of warehouses for storing cargo and a shipyard for crafting and repairing vessels. There is a fish-market where one can hear the cries of the workers as they toss fish to one another for sale or butchering. Farther to the west are a few docks for fishing for those who dont wish to put out to sea. 
     The waters of Mirror Lake have peculiar qualities. One cannot see past the surface because it either reflects back their image, or is so bright from the sun that it is blinding to look directly in. Local fisherman and seafarers can typically be seen wearing dark goggles to counteract this. 
      The sun shines on Mirror Lake with blinding brilliance. The air is chilly and more so with the ocean breeze.

 

------------------------------------ Players -----------------------------------
Nowell              0s    Pretty, pale Sidhe boy. Green eyes, silver hair. Goth?
Amber               1m    
Lilith              15m   Pale slender goth Sluagh  beauty
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Obvious exits:
The Wharfmaster <WH>  Mirror Lake <ML>  The Witches Road <WR> 
You arrive at the docks.


Amber is sitting at the waters edge with the Colonel as a leaning post, idly playing with uts feathers. Lilith is near as well, and has a notebook of some sort out. The two appear to be chatting, quietly.


Nowell has decided to wander a little further than the Village today. He's got his Nocker's goggles back up over his eyes, the smoked glass protecting them from being dazzled by the water. He stops and stares at the galleon flying Gwydion's colors for a moment, expression occluded by those goggles. His tattoos writhe angrily along his forearms. "Bonne apres-midi!" He calls to Lilith and Amber, then sort of steels himself to approach them.


Amber looks up from her conversation with Lilith and gives a wave, "Hello Mr. Nowell. WHy are your arms angry? Whats a bonne apres midi?"


Nowell reaches into one of his boilersuit pockets for a rather squishy-looking brown paper parcel, stained, and tied with twine. He works at untying the twine. "My tattoos do not like House Gwydion very much right now. Or ever, really," he admits. He unties the twine and pulls a small bloody gobbet of some sort of organ meat out of the packet and tosses it towards the Colonel. "It is real livers."


You say "And I was just saying good afternoon to you in French, because it still sometimes comes easier."


The Colonel looks at the livers and will rise so it can snap them up, and in four bites, two chews and three swallows they are gone. A solid breath huffed to send the paper scattering. Amber just laughs, "The more meat the better, always loves to eat this one does!" She hmms, "Why no like a House called Gwydion, interior decoration not so good?"


Nowell rushes to pick up the butcher paper scraps, so as not to litter. "The Gwydion Queen in Neustria humiliated me." He explains, then adds, "And I do Remember Gwydion and Beaumayn being close, but not so much now."


Lilith was busy writing in her chimerical notebook. She looks up and smiles as the prehistoric monstrosity snaps up the livers. She looks up at Noel and whispers , "My sympathies."


"Better than just worry about the apartment now than the house then? UNless them people here who fly the flag are all - hey I know every little thing?" Amber seems to find something amusing in that though, chuckling. "Little things are known by little people."


Nowell shrugs one shoulder diffidently. "I kind of front load that shit now, honestly." His countenance is placid. "I expected to be marched in front of Duke Babatunde."


Amber says "Awww, but Duke no More so sad. I cried. Traaaaagic."


Lilith whispers, "What for?" She nods to Amber. "You never knew Morgance, did you?"

,---------------------------- FM Dice -- WoD Style -----------------------------
| Amber rolls 5 dice (Charisma + Mimicry) against a 6 difficulty:
|	5 4 1 4 4
| for a botch!
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Lord only knows who Amber is trying to sound like, but its no one above the mason dixon line, "Well hello dear. Are you passing through Goldenrod or intending to stay?"


Nowell merely gestures to his whole being. "I am a Sidhe of House Beaumayn who has never been Squires in spite of being Sained. Also, I don't tow the fucking party line. People see an Unseelie socialist Beaumayn and do not like it."


Amber winces at her own voice, even the Colonel has to hiss directly at Amber. She grins and shakes her head pushing it away, "Do you want to be an Unseelie Socialist Beaumayn Squire that people do not like it?"


Lilith whispers, "Does being squired usually come with saininh where you come from, Nowell? Amber , do you have anything to say about Saining?"


Nowell turns his palm upwards as he waxes philosophical. "I like myself a lot, actually. And I understand being an underdog. And I expect to have to work hard for recognition." That shoulder shrugs again. "But my cousins are so very much up their own arseholes about things."


Lilith nods. "It's a pscyho-topological wonder," she whispers.


Amber scratches her head, managing to having confused herself, "Why are you under dogs? Are you going to be a K-nigget?" She looks to Lilith, "Yeah... I have no clue what you just said."


Lilith nods to Amber. "It was a joke. Psycho it was for mattress of the mind, and topological refers to the mathematics of shape without exact size or distance measurements - just properties like what is connected to what, or how many holes are in a surface, or how many tunnels are through a solid object and how they branch and so on.'


Nowell finds a nice rock to lean back against. "My House is almost entirely Seelie, so I am an anomaly...something out of sync with the rest." He sings a little song, "One of these things is not like the other, one of these things doesn't belong...okay, Sesame Street fucked that one up," he wrinkles his little nose as he comes down from the song.


Nowell distills for quite possibly his own sake, "Sometimes my Cousins have some brainrot."


"Unseelie doesn't mean bad," Amber assures, "I'm Unseelie and I am nothing but sunshine, light, and wonder." She rapidly blinks her eyes, giving an owlishly round expression, pure innocence, pure bullshit.


Nowell agrees, a little hotly, with Amber, "Yeah! I know! I am also delightful."


Amber grins at him, "Yeah.. you might end up adopted if you aren't careful."


Nowell grimaces at that, then slowly exhales and claws his fingers through his hair. "I think I might have to be, to play their game."


Lilith nods and listens.


Amber snickers, "I didn't mean by important people. I meant by me."


Nowell lets his shoulders relax in the sun, his black voile soaking up the heat. "Please tell me why you would adopt me, Amber?" He rests his head on his stone. "You already were kind enough to show me what the listserv was. Thank you again."


Lilith says, "I am glad to hear that you are on the email list, Nowell. do you understand the protocols of the eldritch circle? making sure you were on the email chain was one of my agenda items for when I encountered you - another one is whether you're still interested in the communications experiment. have you devised a plan for how you will make your tattletale?"


"I just knows I can send stuff to everyone and then everyone has to read all my smart talk and that makes me happy and giggly." Amber rocks back and forth, eyes on Nowell grinning as she answers his question, "Cause everyone would be confused you are the swamponster!"
Lilith has reconnected.


Nowell asks, "Was there a reason it never came up, the Circle, I mean?" He still has his goggles on, but it's pretty clear he's got his eyes closed. "I have not thought once about making a TattleTale, as you have not really fully elaborated upon what this scheme is?" He pokes at the earth with his finger. "You mention it, but we never, euh, codified anything. I am not good at making things."


Nowell lolls his head towards where he hears Amber. "Alas, I think I need to be adopted by one of my Cousins, as fascinating a notion of being the swamp monster may be."


"Enh, you can belong to multiple families. Adoption isn't something you have a say in really. Sorry not sorry." Amber is utterly unhelpful it would seem. nut then she looks to Lilith, "I make things. Sometimes pretty things, sometimes horrible things. The Colonel makes poo."


Lilith whispers in a polite tone, "My apologies, I thought you were had understood me. Perhaps I was overly tersr or cryptic. You are well versed in just saying and understand what I mean when I used the word tattletale? And you know how to enchant one, temporarily?


Nowell's tattoos blush an almost bashful rose as Amber makes her statement about him. To Lilith he says, "I've only ever been upfront about what I was doing, and just laid the TattleTale directly on the person."


Lilith nods to Amber.


Lilith nods. "Can you lay it on a chimerical object? If not, I don't mind having one directly on me for the purposes of the experiment, if you don't mind getting an eyeful of my life. You understand the purpose of the experiment, yes?"


Nowell admits, "Kithain and Chimera and things of the Dream I am expert in. Mortals are fine, as long as I am friends with them or know them on some level."


You say "You're trying to create an intra-Dream communications system, I thought?"


Amber looks between the pair of them as they talk, and she ends up scratching her head, "You want talkies through the onions??"


Lilith says "Just so. I don't know for a fact that it won't work between the Dreaming and the Autumn world, or between different realms of the dreaming, but that is my working hypothesis and why I want to make experiments. I will be pleasantly surprised if by this method we could communicate between realms, but even if it's just communicates within a realm it would still be very useful as it's quite difficult to take a cell phone into the dreaming... now I am wondering if a cell phone could be enchanted like a mortal human can be, to become part of the dreaming. although without a cell phone tower, it would be pretty useless, so better would be a pair of radios."


Lilith nods to Amber. ". I think that this will only work within a single layer of the onion, if you call it, but I want to test whether it works between layers because I do not know for a fact that it won't. within a single layer, I want to test its range, for example can we cross running water with our communications, or oceans, and I'd like to test it in space if I could get to outer space safely."


Nowell keeps leaning back against his stone. "I am not the wisest with Gremayre yet, but I have used TattleTale with Alek lots of time with no problem."


Amber ooo ooos, "I can teach you some if you want! But you gotta teach me something toooo!" She flops on the Colonel, who nips at her ankle, and she nips back at the jaw, at which point a wrestling match ensues.


Nowell stage-whispers to Amber, "This is the problem...others here are already better at those Arts than I am. I spent my time learning about the monsters."


"Gremayre ain't an art, and I don't want an art. I wanna learn a bout neat things!!" Amber says with a grin, licking her lips, "What neat thing will you teach me.... I ain't super good with Gremayre, but you know... semi so so good kinda sorta."


Nowell heaves a tiny sigh. "I suck at Gremayre, too."


Amber pops back up, dusty and gets knocked over by the Colonel, from under the creature she calls out, "But I can teach you that and you teach me other thing!! Monster monster monsyter!!"


Lilith says "I might be able to teach you more Gremayre. I have built up my knowledge of it over several lifetimes or perhaps I should say many lifetimes. my recall of previous lives is imperfect, but it gives me a big head start and learning such things in this life." She looks at Amber. "I'm extremely interested in your onion theory, Spamber. I would like to discuss it at length, at your convenience.""


Nowell explains to Amber, again, "Same thing I told Sir Roque: if people want a lecture on the Shadow Court, I need to give it to everyone...the less misinformation spread, the better." He shifts uneasily. "I'm still not sure why I have not had to present myself to any of the Courts for acceptance within their Demenses."


"It don't gotta be shadow court, you could teach me to flip or fall, or run or ... I dunno. Monsters is fun, but like I don't sit for lectures." She punches the Colonel in the rib, the chimera hops off and flops over.


Lilith whispers, "A series of lectures or more informal lessons in the discussion group is a very good idea I think, I can help you try to arrange it as I have some contacts. it would probably be at Caer Viridis but could be elsewhere, perhaps at mind's eye. You make a good point, in that it is surprising you haven't kind of presentation yet, but I'm sure something could be arranged. I attribute this deficit to the ongoing situation which approaches the level of a crisis. I would be happy to arrange a meeting and possible presentation to the baroness of Terashkova, and possibly to the other local mobiles as well - very nice Astarte and the Counts and Countesses."


Lilith looks at Amber. "Would you like to learn gymnastics?"


Nowell's laughter in response to Amber's ideas of things for him to teach her sounds like beautiful, ironic, bells. "Oh, I am terrible at those, though, too."


,---------------------------- FM Dice -- WoD Style -----------------------------
| Amber rolls 6 dice (Dexterity + Athletics) against a 6 difficulty:
|	8 10 8 10 8 4
| for a total of 5 successes.
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Amber :does a roll then a single hand, handstand, "You mean lick this sort of thing? I'mma a birdie dinosaur, course I can bounce around. But there lots I can't do. And I am dumb! So smart things to know would go good."


Lilith applauds quietly. "That's very impressive, Amber, you have good coordination and some skill. I mean more formal gymnastics though, like on the saddle horse and the balance beam and so on. And then back to free form after you have mastered those ."
<Public> Midgard Serpent has connected.


Nowell murmurs, "All of these nameless Counts and Countesses...are their towers here literally made of ivory?" He raises his head and watches Amber the perpeutal motion machine. "Oh, I literally have a sword that bugs me the fuck out of fights, so not bloody likely."


"POint is knowing anything even a little is better than not knowing nothing." Amber says with a grin. Thats when the Colonel bumps her over with his head. Then a trilling hiss, happy lizard.


Nowell turns his face in Lilith's direction, watching her through those insectile goggles. "But if I was tasked with sourcing an item for TattleTale, I would just give people sungoggles like these. Be bold and blatant about it. Have this nice thing! It is dangerous on the water with the sun! Et cetera."


Lilithwhispers, "Countess Katiya, reigning over Whispering Stones, mundanely in St. Paul and, I believe territories unknown to me in the Dreaming.. Count Daniel McCrae, her consort. Babatunde is Goldenrod, Astarte is Baroness Mind's Eye in Minneapolis and in the ocean in the Dreaming. Jordan Moon is Baroness Terashkova in Dayton's Bluff and a city in the Dreaming, by tight of conquest."


Lilith says "Jordan Sajaani in the Autumn World."


Lilith nods. "I like the goggles. Do you mean , in order to trick people into wearing your tattletale?"


Nowell doesn't have his journal out, and so he has to sit up and go through the rigamarole of retrieving it and its accompanying old ass fountain pen from his rucksack. He probably misspells a bunch of names scratching them down. "Yes."


Amber says "But peoples stuff is changing and its ok that it does cause it'll be better"


Lilith nods to the 'yes' without sending to approve or disapprove. She whispers, "historically this area will have the barony of three whirlpools also, but that was dissolved some time ago."


Nowell asks, "Like recent history some time ago, or it was dissolved before the Accordance War because reasons okay?"


Lilith whispers, 1974.


Nowell makes a note of that. Sckhchkskch.


Amber comes back upright and dusts herself off, "We can peel onion chat anytime. I know nothing. See ya!"


Nowell stops writing to look up at Amber. "You are leaving?"


Amber bobs her head, "Yup. We need to go eat the foods!"


Nowell grins. Eating the foods is good. "Au revoir!"

Amber travels up toward The Witches Road.
Amber has left.


Lilith watches Amber go. " Wouldst thou... would you be interested in having a chimerical notebook? I have a couple and can give you one, though you'd have to get your own pen, or I could get one for you at a shop I know, where I got my quill pen


Nowell arches a fine silver brow over the lenses of his goggles. "I have no Dross with which to pay you for such a thing."


Lilith whispers, "If you feel a need to balance the scales you can owe me a Dross. I believe that I can teach you to press Dross for yourself , so you could certainly pay me back in time."


Nowell presses the heels of both palms against his temples. "I...which is more important right now?" The tiny librarian is being hit with a lot of /stuff/ all at the same time. "What should I prioritise?"


Lilith whispers, "I would, in your situation, prioritize the lecture series. A notebook might help with that. After that, familiarizing yourself with the local Changeling community and making friends and aliies . For example, helping me with my experiment would be a step towards that goal, or doing similar activities with others to build Bridges.I would avail myself of the various teachers available to try to learn more survival skills, as it looks very likely there will be more war in the not too distant future."


Nowell already has a journal and an Aleksander full of notes on things. "I do admit to being surprised at finding what I was always under the impression of Goldenrod being a very conservative, very /having its shit together/ not being so much the case. There seems to be much war, but not much leadership." His words aren't meant as a critique so much as he's just still very off-balance with the way things are, here.


Lilith says "Morgance was duchess here before she was Queen, she gave us very strong leadership, and her concert Aideen very strong military leadership. as they have moved up to the kingdom level, there is just a slight leadership vacuum, or better to say a leadership low pressure area, while people sort things out. I personally like all our nobles and think they are doing a pretty good job, All things considered"


Nowell impassively regards Lilith from behind his goggles. "I will take your endorsement under advisement." He fidgets the fingers of one hand. "How do you propose I propose anything when I have no representation or sponsor at Court? I cannot petition on my own." His tattoos reel around his forearms.


Lilith whispers, "Well I can present your ideas to Jordan Moon, who is both my fiance and baroness Terashkova, and she can get the ear of other nobles. altuneratively , or in addition , you could cultuvate other individuals of low to intermediate status who are more approachable than the high nobility, but has connections to them. for example Dean Olson AKA Sir Risi is very approachable and is Baroness Astarte's Knight Protector. He is a good friend of mine, and I can introduce you to him if you haven't met already. In brief, you have many available networking opportunities, which you can pursue at your leisure. I would be happy to help you get started."


Nowell makes note of these names. "Truthfully, I am most comfortable with Dame Eithne. I will determine an angle of pursuit."


Lilith whispers, "Eithne is rather well connected, so that is a good place to start.... I should away, but first, shall I put the first experiments with two tattletales on my schedule for a Time mutually convenient to both of us? I would suggest the following times: (Whenever we two and Loki are on and available to do the scene.) She gives several time slots in the upcoming week, working around her apparently rather busy schedule - most of her openings are at night, and she seems to be awake and available most often in the middle of the night and in the wee hours, though she does give two slots in the daytime for variety.


Nowell sorts everything out for himself. "You should away if you have to?" He tells her. "I can get back with you. Aren't you gonna go to Chicago anyway?"


Lilith says "Yes but I believe we are going to flickerflash there and back, so it should only take a few hours - at least Jordan has not told me otherwise, and prior 


You say "Hopefully that isn't somewhere where my expertise would be warranted. May things go well in whatever way they are meant to."


Lilith says "May the weft of Dan bring you the fortune you deserve."


Lilith curtseys just a little and heads out.


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