SchreckNET

[Julian & Viva]
We're moving into the penthouse in a couple of days, so prepare your bags.

I'll be back by then.

At the bus station, the first sober words I heard were: "Don't touch my dick, don't touch my knife."

Ah, New York.

Too much of you still smells like someone's washing yesterday's socks in last week's soup, but bless you for never trying. It's hard not to admire the brutal optimism of a city that houses 500 architects who've never built a building. Then there's the New York Time's Twitter-tale about the ailanthus tree that was fifteen feet long growing from the corner of a garage roof in the lower Bronx. It's rooted in and, apparently, living on "dust and roofing cinders."

Now there's a diet tip worth considering.


[Leo]

I Ate'nt Dead.

~Your Favorite(?) Darling

[HOUNDS]

Well things are certainly taking interesting turns. I'm not sure how much longer we're going to be able to keep this under wraps at this rate. Not if being wired in is going to continue to bite us in the ass.

It may be time to start approaching some of the Primogens and asking questions. I've got an excuse to approach Sethius without it being in an official Sheriff capacity but rather clan matters so that will give me an in there. And we should probably speak with Maya if for no other reason then to see where she is as far as mental stability goes right now.

Dear ole Lucy gave me his version of what happened during the Primogen meeting and it still doesn't seem like motive enough to kill Alex. Or to go to the lengths that they had to in order to achieve it. We now know that it is possible for a Tremere to cause another Kindred to be awake during the day but it still doesn't explain Maya's state of being or why it disturbed the other Malkaivans... Though Leo, I have a theory I'd like to discuss with you on that.

The email Felix received has been forwarded to Sunni to decrypt. Hopefully, it gives us more than trying to track down the hacker did. And hope that Ariel got Felix to take his post down in time before anyone saw it.

Everyone knows Alice went down the rabbit hole but they often forget that she went through the looking glass as well. Though the mirror is cracked and broken, I have to wonder that if I touch it, will I fall through it? Where the Jabberwocky is.

[Devan]
Who is she?

Added later
[Leo]
Are you okay?

[JULIAN]
I need to talk to you.

In light of recent gossip, allow me to make something clear; I don't care.

Ask your questions, if you like. It's a one-time deal.

I must speak, for a moment, on Zdzisław Beksiński. What a tragic figure of the art world and a tormented genius - though I suppose, are they not all? Untrained but passionate, fueled by music and unable to stand the desolation of silence. Quoted as saying "I wish to paint in such a manner as if I were photographing dreams," he believed the almost horrifying depictions of unusual landscapes and skeletal bodies were actually hopeful, uplifting, humorous. I do not know if I agree but art is, of course, in the eye of the beholder and Master Beksiński would agree as he cared not for interpretations - even from himself.

It is quite a bold statement in the art world to dismiss interpretation as vehemently as he did, to dislike it so much that one would refuse to hear a single word of it but I tend to enjoy this. Art simply does not have to mean anything at all and those that cannot accept this fact will be miserable until the day they die. As the kids say, that is my hot take. Do not "at" me.

His was a tragic end as they so often are. His wife passed on followed closely by his son in a true tragedy. As if that was not enough, he was then murdered in his own home by a foolish child in an act of rage.

And I am obsessed. I have been since I discovered his works in the mid-90s. Although I have seen them all so many times, I have never lost my interest in his unusual use of line and striking colors. I shall now share some of my favorites ending with my absolute favorite.

( OOC: Maybe be a bit disturbing to some. )

[FILTERED TO LEO]

I hear that you're in New York.

Two Malkavians, a Toreador and a Nosferatu post on SCHREKNET 2.0

It sounds like a running gag.

Remind me what is good in town?