wolven7 | Last night...Important offers.

We are conspiring, and everything is hurried and rushed. The basement is a conglomeration, thrown together of bottom floors and basements of houses we know, but which no one will enter, anytime in the near future. Certainly long enough for us to conspire. We are trying to form a plan, and, for our plan, we have to talk to various people. There is some sort of overthrow, taking place, some integral and internal betrayl, and we are having trouble. There is a feeling like new fantasy novels, to the whole arena, as if the oxygen molecules come from China Miéville's world of Bas-Lag. There are terraces, and rooftops, and our plans are going awry. We must discuss alternatives.

There are sections of the Mall, here, and they are connected to the houses, and tunnels of others, and there are sheets, in doorways, and an air of a busy family restaurant. We still conspire, and we decide that we need more help. We have to go to Diabolus, who is not Satan, and is no one other than Himself. He is a stateley gentleman, of about 8 feet in height, large horns, upper body, and Cloven goats hooves, for legs. He is on the roof of his Manhattan penthouse, tending his garden, and seeing to his washing, which is hanging to dry. We send an emmisary, and i go with him, in thought, to talk to Diabolus, and relay that he is there strictly in an intermediary fashion, to ask for assistance. Diabolus declines, emphatically, and the sceen stretches, laterally, and zooms through a view of the emissary-- whose name is McGregor, or some-such-- as a scarecrow, standing stock-still, on the same rooftop, but also the roof of another building. This is a view of what Diabolus could do to him, and McGregor is badly shaken by this. He leaves.

While this is happening, i'm thinking about who else we need to call, and how difficult it is to catch Dark in a humanoid form, and retain that shape, in my mind.

After McGregor returns, there's something about the hotel, in my head, a large section of it like a Hyatt Regency and a Marriott Marquis, on the fourth or fifth floor, with discussion, of some sort. A feeling like DragonCon.

More people are spoken to, and about, and i know that Diabolus will consider the offer, and that he will, most likely, accept. Passing through one of the curtains, in the conglomeration of someone's basement, and the first floor of my dad's old house on 13th street, i wake up

Horror Scope for today: It could be a good day to befriend people with influence, WOLVEN. Right now your efforts could come to the attention of someone in a position of power and influence. You don't often get to mix with influential people, so don't miss out on a chance to shine. Talk about the projects you're working on and be enthusiastic. Show that you have creative ideas to offer. Put your best face forward, and good things might happen!

And so on.

That's all, for now.