Meditation.  Trances and memory enhancement.  She says that if I do this every night before I go to sleep as part of a short trance, I’ll remember shit better, plus it will help with learning new spells, new rituals, protecting my mind from others, and about a dozen other things that I am sure I am supposed to care about.  I guess its worth a shot.  Not like I can stick all that metal in my head like a chromer.

Some of this is meaningless drek, probably.  Anyway, worthless crap, but who knows, maybe some day it will it may be useful to a Dr. Know.

So we are here in the CAS!  Never thought some day I’d get to visit another nation, I mean I kind of always hoped to go Tir Tairngire someday but shit, a few months ago I was selling a piece here and there just to pay cred on what I thought was a pretty cool flat, which, by the way blows now in comparison to J&D’s place.  Man, I gotta tell you, that’s an awesome fucking condo.  I mean, so are they, not really used to actually, you know, being in some sort of relationship, or whatever.   It was really chill of John to set up this setuo for me, and to let the group use it too.  I mean, yea, I lied to him about the real reason to be here, but still, I mean, he didn’t have to do it, even Deviant Assault is just a startup you know what I mean?  I am definitely going to have to figure out how to make it up to them.

This place is fucking huge, and its a setup like I’m some sort of glitterboy.  I mean like four bedrooms, multiple baths, kitchens, everything.  Sweet complex here too, car service, security.  I don’t know why any of those wage slaves bitch about their lives when they are with me at A.I.  Fucking sweet ass zone if you ask me.   I mean even with fucking Sateen passed out in a drunken stupor in the bed next to me is way better than what I usually have.

It’s been an interesting and long day and night.  I mean, got to fly for the first time – fucking wavy.  The MCT driver picked us up at the airport and took us on a quick tour of the city with drinks and a stretched limo.  Glitter job, def.

I don’t really think the others think we should put much stock in our cover identities.  I am not sure why not, we could make some bank if we get some groups signed, there’s always room for a new sound.  Oh well, I guess I may just have to push it some.  Who knows, get some real waves going through, just another stream of cred.  Obviously, good excuse to move around the countries and corps! I mean, who doesn’t like fucking music?

Anyway, we split, with Shade and I trying to hit the underground clubs to get the scene, and the rest took the hotel to try to get the feel there.  They seem to have made some progress, at least in determining that all the video of the Senator should have been visible was black for some reason.  I ain’t going to pretend I know all of what Eagle was able to accomplish and rule out, but they did isolate a pretty good image of the real goose who modded old fuck.  She’s pretty hot too, gotta say.   I still say the change had to be magical given that the video picked up her real identity, no real luck finding her so far though.  I think I may have an idea on trying again at the club but need to bounce it off the team first after they recover from their hangovers.

Shade and I made good progress at the club, at least I think we did.  Finally convinced him to blow off some juice, and got him to hook up with someone that looked like the input girl he’s swatting back home.  She charged him a fucking laugher, but he seemed chilled.  Certainly could have gotten him slotted for much less than that, but oh well.  While he was busy, I was able to check the astral.  It was fucking creepy. There’s something blocking a lot of the sensing, I think its pretty powerful, even if I am new to it.  Maybe worth a better look, but whatever it is, Eternity is definitely the only place where everyone feels comfortable enough to glom and show their true selves.  At least that’s what Jenny said after we tagged in the parking lot.  That was definitely an entertaining parking lot, for sure.

I gotta say, mysteries aren’t my forte, if they were I’d be chasing those fucks from the Order so not sure where we go from here, but hopefully they will have some good ideas after they get some sleep, drunken as it is.  Not really sure why Sateen bitched at us for enjoying ourselves or working on a cover identities during the mission.  She certainly enjoyed herself.  Oh well, like I said before, bossy.  Maybe I need to work on finding her a regular slot input like Shade.  Who knows, she’s confusing.  I usually read people better than I can her.  Oh well, dreams call.  Slot one for me chummer when you pull this shit back up from the dregs of memory.