No time for attending the official gathering two nights back. I suck, I know. But I had so many things to do! I keep thinking about what I’m going to do and say for that Titanic party I’m throwing. Up to now people aren’t too keen on replying on whether or not they are going to attend. Ah well, they’ll come around. Though I still need to find out what happened with that Hunter person.

Not that there isn’t enough stuff to confuse people without my being present at one such occasion. While Thomas, Jason and I had this converation with the prince and agreed to work together we now find ourselves faced with an odd compliment by your’s truly, telling us that she enjoyed the conversation. I’m guessing her doing so must have something to do with what happened last Thursday. Or some guest who was there. Up to now I have no idea who was there, so there’s just no knowing yet.

There’s something about Thomas… Alessandro keeps asking about a condition he seems to have had recently. I have no idea what he may be referring to though. I promised I wouldn’t poke around. However, I’m a curious guy. I cannot not poke around for a very long time.

If I’d still get headaches as easily as I used to I’d have one over Jason. The fellow seems utterly lost in a conflict between what this society makes him do and what he used to believe in. Which is odd, seeing as I thought that he’d be far less sensitive in this than I am. Turns out to be vice versa, at least for the time being. Hope he gets a grip on things soon. I hate to see him like that. In his own way, he’s a mess right now.

Believe it or not, the Countess finally replied to my message concerning Baumgartner. I talked to him about the perceived problem on his end. Not that he’s listening. On one hand he complains about the situation, on the other hand he just won’t put any effort into it. So let’s get back to our tiny little corner and make the pouty face, shall we. As for the aforementioned lady… She greenlighted taking him down. Now it’s only a matter of which Tremere to feed Baumgartners bullshit. Probably not Sanders. She may be primogen, however she doesn’t seem to keen on such things. Haven’t had a word with that Breitenbach-person yet. She’d be ancilla, which would come in handy. Or I’ll have to find someone else – like – elsewhere.

Party is progressing perfectly. Brother Jean told me he’d be there. Mascha said she couldn’t. Same goes for Baumgartner. The latter not being much of a loss.

What is most important is that I just got back from a ride! Which is to say: a ride, on horseback! I haven’t tried this in 37 years! And now here I am, happily galopping away on my very own horse once more. A horse that puts most of his brethren to shame, no less. The Countess gave it to me, saying it was for giving her my share of the stones on that odd little party. Can’t say I believe it’s really just that. But this bait I’ll swallow VERY cheerfully. God, I missed this!

“What did you name him?”
“Charge.”
“Seriously. That’s not a name for a horse, Natey! That’s… That’s just… I don’t even know what to insult you with for that!”
“Electricity, dearest. And someone or something you take care of. And an order to attack. I love it!”
“… You are the first person to bring together electricity, violence plus a breathing thing in one single term.”
“Hell I’m not. Prisoner on death row, to be put on the electric chair. Or, more simply put: the electrocuted.”
“It’s still a horse, Nate.”
“Yupp. And since I knew you’d get all worked up over the name I gave my horse I found a more fitting one for yours.”
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“Vixen!”