Below are the 19 most recent journal entries recorded in mollywindtalker's LiveJournal:

Wednesday, June 7th, 2006
12:03 pm	Dominica: Jomba the Impatient Medicine Lady The hardened Carib guard raced to fetch Jomba, the elderly medicine woman. At this time of day, he knew that she would be in her cave, mixing herbs and spices, ostensibly as medicine, but he also knew that she was more likely making the 'Jerk' seasoning recipe that she had brought with her from Jamaica. He arrived at the cave. "Jomba?" "What is it?" She did not look up from her mortar and pestle. "Outsiders." Now she did. "How many?" "Five." "Oh, is that all?," she asked, going back to he work. "I thought you were going to tell me we were being invaded again. Eat them." "You know we don't actually do that." "Pity... If we did, they might fear or respect us enough to leave us be. Spears, then." "There is an Aztec warrior with them." "...And I suppose we're looking after 'our own kind', now?" "Jomba?," More sternly this time. "All right, all right, go get a canoe big enough for eight, and stock it." "Stock it?" "You brought it up, remember? Anything worth doing is worth doing well. Coconuts, fruit, salt pork, fishing line, and throw in a handful of peppers just for spite. Don't forget the paddles." There was a pause that lasted for a couple of minutes, during which the old medicine woman continued to pound a pungent blend of sea salt, berries, roots, leaves, and seeds, a concoction that made the guards eyes water and throat tighten. He coughed slightly to pass the time. "You're still here." "Would you like to--" "--Oh fine, I'll go and see them off! But don't come complaining to me when tonight's dinner is bland!" (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 28th, 2006
1:50 am	Dominica Sue stared down into the limpid depths, where volcanic vents spit and sputtered, urchins raced along at mere inches per year, and aptly named fire corals grew indiscriminantly. She knew that the hired thugs down there would blame her for what had happened to them, and she wasn't entirely sure that they shouldn't. She did have an active hand in their fate. Whether or not her hand was forced was open to much speculation. Her orders were to toss the weasel overboard. She would do this. But whether or not anything else could be tossed overboard had not been specified. She hammered the lid onto the small barrel, made sure it was airtight, and let it tumble into the waves. She aimed for the barrel with the weasel, and managed to get pretty close. It would have to do. The ship had already set sail and there was not much else she could do, not without risking her skin. (Comment on this)
Monday, December 12th, 2005
10:37 am	July 17, Philodox Moon ( The Siege on the Pentex-Magadon Complex ) (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 2nd, 2005
4:11 pm	July 16, 2002, the Earlier Part of the Moot None of the others in her Pack new how to run a Moot, so Molly took the responsibility. They had selected the Wakulla Springs park, just south of Tallahassee. Though it had been abandoned by Garou for over seventy years, they had arranged for it to be abandoned by humans, at least for a little while. Molly and the others had taken it upon themselves to petition the local spirits for aid in security; they were to report strange happenings at once. Garou from other walks began to filter in the late afternoon, and as Molly had feared, wafts of Wyrm stench began to permeate the ancient Bawn by early evening. “Wyrm Stench,” she told Pokano and Hesutu, and hence: everyone else in her pack. “It’s a Black Spiral Gift. It helps them hide because it makes a mask through which it is impossible to get a precise reading. Something bad will happen here tonight. One of the newcomers is a traitor. Be ready.” And then the Moot had begun. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
10:49 am	July 16, 2002. First Philodox Moon Moot. The fall of Shannon Tudor. Challenges for Rank 3. Planning the attack. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
10:48 am	July 15, 2002. Last Theurge Moon New York. Jedi. Anastasia & Annabelle. Reward $. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, November 7th, 2005
1:52 pm	July 14, 2002, Theurge moon ( Puerto Rico ) (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 25th, 2005
9:02 am	July 13, 2002, Key West ( The Achaks ) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, October 21st, 2005
11:14 am	July 13, 2002, Theurge Moon ( Key West ) (Comment on this)
Friday, October 14th, 2005
3:07 pm	July 12, 2002, Theurge moon ( Pocano ) (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 13th, 2005
4:55 pm	Just after Midnight, July 12, 2002, first night of Theurge Moon ( Liu Toshoto ) (Comment on this)
Friday, October 7th, 2005
4:40 pm	July 11, 2002, nearing midnight of the last Ragabash moon ( Molly ) (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 6th, 2005
3:22 pm	July 11, 2002, last night of the Ragabash Moon ( En-Fuego ) (Comment on this)
Monday, October 3rd, 2005
10:14 am	July 10, 2002, Ragabash ( Dr. Bertrel ) (Comment on this)
Monday, September 26th, 2005
11:04 am	July 9, 2002, Ragabash moon ( Read more... ) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 22nd, 2005
8:11 am	July 9, 2002, Ragabash Moon ( battle part 1 ) (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 20th, 2005
7:15 am	July 9, 2002, ragabash James sat in a chair in his living room which also served as his office. He was waiting for that new Irish dame to show up. He was uncharacteristically nervous, and he knew why, and that made him even more nervous. The problem was this: The woman was gorgeous. That always put him off, as the more gorgeous the woman, the less likely they seemed to always be to go to lunch with him. The edginess settled into an uncomfortable broodiness. He was about to get up and make a cup of coffee, to invigorate him back into his preferred state of unease when the phone rang. He answered: "Hello?" Glitch, it's Molly. (Ah, yes. Molly. Not who he had been expecting, but it's always... charming... to hear from an old friend. He hadn't heard from her in a while, save that she had been busier than usual. He'd made effort to let her know that he was going to be in Bozeman for a while, but didn't honestly expect to hear from her so soon.) "Hiya. What's up?" Coming back from monkeywrenching, we got ambushed. (Hence why he thought 'charming' rather than 'nice', or many other similes. When she was busy, she tended to drag her friends and allies into whatever it was. It was usually worth it for the Glory, and it occasionally paid cash as well. Knowing better than to waste time asking questions that would be answered anyway, he pushed his silent soliloquy to some other part of his mind.) "Go ahead," he said worriedly. Mages. They were in Lamar Valley; they knew where to find us. We're all OK, but I don't expect that to last. We're having a moot tonight to figure out what to do, and--I hope--where to go. "When?" Moonrise; about three hours. You're in Bozeman? "Yeah, I was just meeting that new Fianna chick for English lessons, want me to--" --Bring her. Don't be late; Life-changing decisions are happening. OK? "Sure. Hey, wait. Are you in the Bawn?" I am. "...And you're calling on your cellphone." I am. "...But there's not supposed to be any reception for a hundred miles in any direction." So you see why I'm worried, then. Good. Pack up a few things. Prescott is already here, and I've already called Jeanine Frazier; she should be by with the Hummer in a few minutes. (Gosh!) "Anything else?" He frantically glanced at a sturdy bag that he usually kept packed by the door just in case he had to leave town on urgent business. He had a feeling he would need to toss in a pair of boots. Yeah, Annabelle's missing. If he had had coffee, he would have choked. I got other calls to make. See you. ::click:: "Shit." Annabelle was a young, but powerful Mage that had taken up with the Sept. She had been useful and had actually loved the company of the Garou. Until her soul had been shattered earlier that year by a more powerful adversary. "Shit!" There was a sound of squeaking tires in the driveway "...SHIT!" He grabbed his bag and made for the door... (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 21st, 2005
1:36 pm	Update Really, for no reason other than I seem to have gained a friend. Wow, you must have been really bored to track me down through whittiko. I do, indeed, have a direction in which this could go. It would pick up where the Werewolf game left off, and tie in vaguely with the Windigo storyline, the only problem is it would be most easily conceived using a small handfull of characters not of my own design. I'm still mulling it over, albeit slowly; Windigo is still a ways from finishing, though I have not, as of yet, decided just how far to take it. It could end fairly quickly; five to ten more entries, or I could draw it out for dozens more. I'll just see how long it takes to get tiring; I can't keep writing about the same thing forever: which is why, I think, I've made so little progress on that blasted sci-fi novel. By the time I go over it, refresh it in my mind, and make a few quick edits, an hour has gone by and I'm ready to do something else... I have emailed the latest copy to myself so that I can work on it the next time I am home sick... On an unrelated note, if anybody else happens to find this, and wonders what I'm doing and why you had to hunt for it, it's because I'm not ready to write yet. When I begin writing, this will show up in your "friends-of" list, and I'll make sure whittiko lets you know. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 13th, 2005
12:27 pm	I don't have any plans for this yet. If you have any requests, let me know. If I ever get around to putting anything here, it will almost definitely wait until I am done with the whittiko storyline, and probably not until I've done some more work on my book--although I might elect to put the book here for feedback. I doubt I'll check this very often until I'm ready to begin writing, so if you want to get in touch with me, contact me somewhere else. God bless, and cheers! ~Molly (Comment on this)