oh man here we go

[anti_ventrue]

Look, I think it's time we talked. Do you like having me around? You do? Well then, how about sending me someplace? It's pretty boring just doing nothing in here.

I'm not interested in hearing excuses about not knowing what games in Dreamwidth accept original characters; that's what research is for. You're disappointing me, Mundane, and that's not a good thing to do.

Let's do this: I give you some more time. Not much. Maybe ... thirty days. Find me a game by then -- you don't even have to have an app finished or sent in! -- or I begin collecting that time you owe me with interest.

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[anti_ventrue]

With my sire having been one of the oldest Ventrue in Portland, and no Ventrue antitribu other than myself in the Sabbat, I find myself in need of someone versed in Cainite lore.

[diana_abel]

It's kinda my thing.

My grandsire used to tell people I was the Cainite messiah.

[A pause.]

I'm not.

[anti_ventrue]

Messiah? That'd be one hell of a burden to carry.

[diana_abel]

Well, my grandsire was a Malkavian in the more traditional sense.

You know...batshit crazy.

[anti_ventrue]

It's funny, but for all their batshit insanity, Malkavians are the one clan that I've never been betrayed by a member of.

[diana_abel]

Not to sound like I've been drinking the Kool-Aid or anything, here, but we make powerful allies. And pretty awful enemies.

[anti_ventrue]

I learned long ago not to dismiss a Malk's ravings off hand.

[diana_abel]

You're sounding a little bit less Ventrue now, dude.

[anti_ventrue]

Nothing should be underestimated. Everything is a possible weapon, and if I don't have that weapon, then it means my enemies might.

[diana_abel]

In other words, it doesn't hurt to be nice.

[anti_ventrue]

Exactly. Malkavians might make for poor bodyguards, but few can deny their ability as advisers and seers. The hard part is cutting the deranged ramblings from the genuine insight.

Something I'm poorly practiced in, but that's what I have people for.

Rebuilding my contacts in a new city will be the worst part of all this. Relationships take time, after all.

[diana_abel]

It's a unique endeavor in Bete Noire. I'll say that much.

There's this network, you see. Connects everyone. Kinda like Facebook, only without sheep you can throw. I got my job through the network. One stray comment to a total stranger and the next thing I knew, I had a radio show.

[anti_ventrue]

Facebook. And the Tremere think their curses are bad.

[diana_abel]

It's actually pretty handy. If you're the observational sort.

[anti_ventrue]

If it's as connecting as you say, I don't doubt. It sounds less like Facebook, though. More relevant to actual interests and organization.

[diana_abel]

Sometimes. We also get a lot of drunk dials.

[anti_ventrue]

Don't recall many of those on Facebook, but drunken status updates are almost the same thing.

[diana_abel]

Boy are you gonna get a kick out of Damon Salvatore...

[anti_ventrue]

Is that a name I'll get to know fairly well in the city?

[diana_abel]

The Italian Sociopath I spoke of earlier. The vampire tied into the police force.

Occasionally drunk dials the network.

[anti_ventrue]

That should be something to see. I'll admit, I kind of miss being able to get drunk sometimes.

[diana_abel]

You can always feed off of a lush.

[anti_ventrue]

Not the same thing. Besides, the effect is kinda dulled, and you know it.

[diana_abel]

Yeah, I know. Still do it.

[anti_ventrue]

Wonder if I can market that. Blood bars for vampires containing blood spiked with different kinds of alcohol and mild drugs. Marijuana, peyote, mushrooms. Things like that.

I should look into that. Could be a big market share in that stuff in cities with a large Kindred population.