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It's done! Oh my God, it's DONE! Let there be dancing in the streets! I have finally finished!

This is the prelude to my next series of short stories, written (hopefully) in conjunction with Keith and Ed. It's a little bit dull, I'll admit, because what I was trying to do with it was set up a 'the story so far' sort of tableau, indicating what's going on with everyone and what everyone's been doing. Of course, almost all of this information is couched in the riddle of the chessboard.

Muahahahaha!

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Catherine stood in the pale yellow glow of the streetlight as the bus pulled away from the curb. The hiss of its airbrakes, and hum of its powerplant lingered for a second or two after the bus turned the corner and vanished into the night. Catherine twisted her purse once to better secure the strap to her shoulder, and with a deep breath, walked out of the comforting radius of the lit bus stop and onto the darkened sidewalk.

This place was so much different than home. The night here was impersonal, threatening. The apartment was always quiet and cold when she opened the door. So much different than the street where her folks lived, where she lived just three months ago.

But she was independant here. The apartment and everything in it was hers. No one cast disapproving looks on Sunday morning after a late weekend of parties and downtown reveling. It wasn't the greatest neighborhood in San Francisco, but everyone has to start somewhere. It was called "positive thinking", and Catherine used it to keep her mind off the encroaching dark.

Catherine's mind was still on her independance when the monsters came for her.
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A near-empty bus rolled North towards South San Francisco. It was Wednesday, and the Daylight Savings change brought sundown an hour early. Catherine still hadn't adjusted to the seemingly arbitrary adjustment of time. Last week, at this very moment, she would be watching the sun sink rapidly behind the hills and buildings as she travelled home. Tonight, though her watch showed the same time as last week, the sun had been down for more than thirty minutes. The sky had already gone dark on her.

The bus passed beneath street lights, through traffic signals. Flashes of artificial light in white, red, yellow, and green alternately filled the vehicle. It was now almost a quarter till seven. The sun had been down for over an hour. Catherine exited the bus, and started the short, dark walk to her apartment.

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(OOC) I know. I know. Novel. Shush, you.

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evilpheemy

Since a couple of you have been invoking Judas' name in recent stories...
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purplkat

(OOC) Okay, it's been nearly a month since last I posted here, and no one's posted anything new since. **POKE!** C'mon, guys. I know you can do better than that. :P

Well anyway, here's part two. As usual, there's lots of swearing, some violence, other potentially offensive content.

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OOC : Here's the first part of 'The Knight's Next Move'. It's set a little before part three of Wolf and Rabbit. It's also in first draft stage. And finally, it's got a LOT of 'adult content' in it -- this is Danny, after all, and she swears a lot -- so. Viewer discretion, blah, blah. That having been said...

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OOC: What you're about to read is the prologue for a set of short stories I'll be writing as a parallel storyline to BigValjean's stories (although, due to my novel, I won't have time to write as often). Like his work, what I'm doing is for mature audiences only, but I don't expect it to be as brutal or violent as what he's been coming up with, so I think it's okay to post here, under an LJ cut. Certainly, this first piece is quite tame.

If you're confused about the chessboard, or the boy, or the study where the prologue is set, you might try reading this story, another short story that will explain it all. If you don't understand exactly how this pertains, don't worry. This is only the prologue. The best is yet to come :)

And as always, if you like my writing, please visit my livejournal page at purplkat, and feel free to critique what you read there :)

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To whoom ever I need to give this to including Malk Primogen and whoever is the prince of San Francisco :)


I am Estella Maria Capelli Lorrenzo. Former Malkavian Primogen of Sacramento. Darlings I have Arrived.... Paperwork will be following.... I have visited this fine city once or twice in the past year or two.. lovely Really.... A fine Man by the name of Raven Dimondback said I should enjoy a time of residence in San Francisco. If any are in need of sewing abilities, I would be happy to asist as I can show my work ... I made a dress for the former prince of your fine city, Monica Kumetz, that she wore in her bridal evening. If Adalric of clan Toreador is still in residence I would love to have a chat...

Air Kisses

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Adalric
c/o Holiday Inn
312 Huntington Blvd
Ashland, Oregon

Dannica Brae
P.O. Box 23
Snowy Rock, CA 90876

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Danny,

It's been a long time since we've spoken, and for this I apologize. I've been travelling a lot with Tianna, and my internet access is unreliable at best, but I will be staying here at this address for the next few weeks. You can send any reply here, or if you wish (and if your affairs don't keep you too busy), come down and join us for a few nights.

I hear all is well with you in Snowy Rock...I must say this news surprised me. My recollection of your domain is that it's rather busy, and, well, war-torn. But things change, I suppose. And so do people.

I have been devoting my time to seeking out the possibilities, the stories of Golconda. The werewolves have always said that each and every one of us is tainted, Wyrm-ridden...twisted. I do not wish to be that way. I don't yet know how I can become a better man than I am, but I have the desire to right past wrongs. I don't think I can even begin to seek a tutor in my chosen path until I can face it with a clear conscience, and mine still weighs heavy upon me.

It is with that in mind that I make this request.

Nine months ago, Donovan killed Trina Fox, along with fifteen innocent people, for reasons unknown but probably having to do with his own desire for vengeance. When I confronted him, he was full of justifications, of excuses, and I told him mine were not the ears to hear them. I told him I was tasked to bring him in, to stand trial, as Monica had ordered. He told me he would turn himself in after our battle at Alcatraz, with the stipulation that I give him my word of honor that he would, in fact, go on trial.

Two weeks later, Donovan turned himself in, and was put into torpor and imprisoned. I never made good on my word, and have regretted that ever since. I ask that you consider this, and do what you believe is best. Donovan is now a part of your Domain, I believe, and as such your blessing is required for any steps to be taken. But if it is possible, I would have Donovan stand trial, and if circumstances warrant (as I have little doubt they will), then he will suffer the consequences for his actions. Of course, I will do anything I can to help in this process.

Yours,
Adalric

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Hey, Goblin.

The attachment on this email's a transcript of a phonecall I intercepted off the wire tap we installed in the hoidy-toidy Tremere hangout, middle of California. Figured you'd be amused at what your Prince is up to. If you want a recording of it, just lemme know.

All I've got to say is... After hearing that phone call, I'm thinking about packing up and moving up north with you. I've never known anyone to have the courage to stick it to Ol' Fart, much less another of his Clan.

Pindlenose Frumpbuggler

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Old Fart Tremere: Regent Brae, I suppose you know why I have telephoned you?

Danny: Because I din't put enough postage onnat package I mailed y'guys?

OFT: The package that contained YOUR CLANMATE?

D: **Sounding unphased** Yeah. That one. Unless y' mean the one 'at had the fruitcake that I sent last Chrismas.

OFT: **A long pause, followed by a sigh** .... WHY ... did you see fit to put your Clanmate into Torpor, Regent Brae?

D: **With growing annoyance** Because A) He was attackin' a werewolf with whom B) We have a treaty, oh, and did I mention that C) He's their Elder and D) I ordered him to stop, which means he directly violated an order by his Regent and his Prince. Why the HELL did y' send me such a fuckup piece of shit?

OFT: I... see.

D: You got any other questions?

OFT: Yes. Why didn't you mention that E) The Lupine -- my apologies, ELDER Lupine -- in question is known to be a close friend of yours?

D: Because F) You already knew that.

** A long, LONG pause. **

OFT: F) You, Regent Brae? (Say it out loud, Goblin -- Pindle)

D: **Suddenly amused** Hey, you caught that! I didn't think you would.

OFT: **Not terribly amused** I will learn the details from your Clanmate once he is brought out of Torpor. It had better be as you say it is, Regent Brae.

D: Hey, I'm not worried.

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Regent Dannica Brae
Snowy Rock Chantry
Snowy Rock, California
United States

J. R. Phineas Winchestertonson
Exotic And Magical Aquisitions Dept.
Northern Lincoln Chantry,
Lincoln Nebraska
United States

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Hey all! The poll is going well. If you haven't voted, go do so now.

Meanwhile, craymore (that's Adam Blackman, for those slow on the contextual uptake) and I have been talking. He's got a storyline he's interested in running, and we're working out the details on it, on how it's going to be run.

But there's still a lot of setup to be done. You guys on this community have two assignments -- first, make sure you spread the word to people who might be interested in playing Second Progeny online. If they need a LiveJournal account and/or access to this community, please comment here, IM or e-mail me. (Sidenote: I know several people who already have LJ accounts would like to create in-character journals; I'm all for this, but I would like to make sure that people who don't have accounts yet get them before using up my extra codes for secondary accounts.)

Secondly, start thinking about what your character has been doing for the nine months since Second Progeny officially closed. Feel free to talk to other players and coordinate, and Adam and I will be putting up a "State of the World of Darkness" post in the next few days. Adam will definitely need to know what you're up to, and a nice little story or vignette for the other players to read would be cool too.

More information coming, perhaps later today. Comment with questions, or I'll be around on AIM on and off all day.

cearalaith

Welcome to the three people who are signed on to secondprogeny! We're ready to actually start using this community, but first we need to figure out how to make the best use of it. So, we're starting today with a questionnaire.