January 28th, 2007


CHARACTER SHEEEEEEEEEETS and sorta a beginning

Yo, folks. I know things are rough at the mo' for many of you, but if you could please give me an update on the status of your character sheets if you haven't, already.

Those of you I owe lessons to, please ping ME, don't wait for the other way 'round. I have a tough time remembering who needs what, and I'm still working on matching IRC names to LJ/AIM names.

For those of you who HAVE gotten me sheets (or at least started) -- I count eight, four in each team, so even if no one else has time to get sheets you lot are plenty to start with -- it's time to start gearing up your characters.

What I'd like to do is get an RP scene together where your character gets recruited into the organization. We can do this however you want -- tagging on a post here in the comm, in IRC or on one IM or another, or even via email. Drop me a line and let me know.

For those who are wondering: the organizations will be entirely covert as far as the mundane community is concerned. Some supernatural types may have heard of them, in some fashion, but will know next to nothing. Both organizations will be career orgs -- that is to say, in some fashion they will provide everything you need to live.

Note I said 'In some fashion'. Mwahaha.

Anyway, in terms of when the first 'real' session will be, I'm not sure yet. As all of you know I start a new job a week from Monday, so it won't be next weekend. As soon as I've done the commute one day, I'll be able to let you know how the rest is gonna run and if we can start right away in february or if I have to have a little time to find my new apartment.

And as always, open floor for questions or comments.

Recruitment: Tara McLeod

When Tara gets home -- from wherever, from whatever, no matter how early or late -- there's a man sitting on the porch of her apartment building. He's one of those people who must be younger than they seem -- his face says forty but his body says twenty. Not uncommon among wolves, really.

There are two unique things about him. One, to say he reeked of breeding, one way or another, would be an understatement. Something about the way he moves radiates his heritage. Two, though he's neatly blindfolded he seems to be able to see without trouble -- at the very least, he pricks up as she approaches and stands steadily. Perhaps he's merely used to being blind.

"I hope," he says, "that you had no plans tonight."