WWDitC Ch. IX - Social Calls
General Summary
From the Folk Singer's Journal
January 14 - 15, 1994
Work is slow but steady here in Tokyo, I believe my machinations will start paying off in the next year or two. Despite my pressing work here, Seattle continues to demand my attention. My childe called me tonight, asking about deals I may have made with the local Nosferatu. Unlike the deals I brokered with the Long Shadow, those I made with Ms. Milkbone were limited to trips beyond Seattle's city limits. I had assumed my childe would focus on protecting their domain rather than stepping out into the wilderness, but I have a suspicion of who would be responsible for such reckless behavior. Despite my warnings about reserving these calls for emergencies only, Ms. West called me for a less-than-urgent situation. From what I've gathered tonight from Daphne and Rosalita, a young Filipino Caitiff named Jaime Encela is seeking shelter at the University of Washington after a falling out with the Anarchs in the wake of Florence Garcia's death. The Caitiffs do hold an unusual position in kindred society, almost as awkward as that of the Thin-Bloods. The Long Shadow and I have an understanding that has left him much more open-minded than in previous nights, I reassured my childe that Jaime would be welcomed at Elysium for a meeting with our lovely Sheriff. It's up to them to make sure that all goes well beyond that. This call had me concerned, so I decided to check on a couple other loose threads in the Emerald City. The Anarchs are still reeling from Florence's death, but it appears that the primogen council is divided over how to deal with the remaining Anarch forces in town (ie banish them or assimilate them). I know my childe will make the best decision. I've tried searching for any updates on Jason's stalker from Los Angeles, but apart from a receipt for a first-class train ticket up to Seattle she's all but vanished up into the night. The FBI is investigating the deaths of multiple park rangers from last fall, but much like the Camarilla any actions they take will be slowed down by months of bureaucracy. Two weeks. Exactly two weeks have passed since I left Seattle, and already my childe have called me for help. I assumed they would have called in the case of a new inquisition or some clan-wide conflict, not for inquiring on the proper etiquette for a newcomer to their domain. I'm still confident their domain will prosper and that Seattle will change for the better thanks to their work, though I believe I should schedule a return visit earlier than expected.
January 14 - 15, 1994
Work is slow but steady here in Tokyo, I believe my machinations will start paying off in the next year or two. Despite my pressing work here, Seattle continues to demand my attention. My childe called me tonight, asking about deals I may have made with the local Nosferatu. Unlike the deals I brokered with the Long Shadow, those I made with Ms. Milkbone were limited to trips beyond Seattle's city limits. I had assumed my childe would focus on protecting their domain rather than stepping out into the wilderness, but I have a suspicion of who would be responsible for such reckless behavior. Despite my warnings about reserving these calls for emergencies only, Ms. West called me for a less-than-urgent situation. From what I've gathered tonight from Daphne and Rosalita, a young Filipino Caitiff named Jaime Encela is seeking shelter at the University of Washington after a falling out with the Anarchs in the wake of Florence Garcia's death. The Caitiffs do hold an unusual position in kindred society, almost as awkward as that of the Thin-Bloods. The Long Shadow and I have an understanding that has left him much more open-minded than in previous nights, I reassured my childe that Jaime would be welcomed at Elysium for a meeting with our lovely Sheriff. It's up to them to make sure that all goes well beyond that. This call had me concerned, so I decided to check on a couple other loose threads in the Emerald City. The Anarchs are still reeling from Florence's death, but it appears that the primogen council is divided over how to deal with the remaining Anarch forces in town (ie banish them or assimilate them). I know my childe will make the best decision. I've tried searching for any updates on Jason's stalker from Los Angeles, but apart from a receipt for a first-class train ticket up to Seattle she's all but vanished up into the night. The FBI is investigating the deaths of multiple park rangers from last fall, but much like the Camarilla any actions they take will be slowed down by months of bureaucracy. Two weeks. Exactly two weeks have passed since I left Seattle, and already my childe have called me for help. I assumed they would have called in the case of a new inquisition or some clan-wide conflict, not for inquiring on the proper etiquette for a newcomer to their domain. I'm still confident their domain will prosper and that Seattle will change for the better thanks to their work, though I believe I should schedule a return visit earlier than expected.
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