Taking a shower, getting ready for San Diego.
I’m thinking about the Scorpion Coup, about a scene I have planned for a particular player. I’m going through, in my mind, the best way to make the scene as dramatic as possible. As compelling…
I think about the character in question. I think about who he reminds me of. In a weird way, he’s got a lot of Percival in him. The orphaned son… looking for his fa–
*wack.*
I emerge from the shower, a towel wrapped around my waist, skin steaming. “I’ve got it,” I tell the Overtimer. “I’ve got his number.”
“Who?” the Overtimer asks, looking up from my copy of Laws of the Night. (He’s researching Obfuscate.)
I tell him, but don’t tell him why. I keep that a surprise. He nods. “You’ve got everybody’s number. Some people gotta wait in line.”
I start laughing. He doesn’t stop.
“And some people, they got worse numbers than others. Cheryl? You got her number, called her ass up and reversed the charges on her.”
I can’t stop laughing. It’s all I can do to load up Explorer, hit the Favorites list, bring up my live journal and type this in.
I’m still laughing.