New year, new problems.

I've been dreading our January meeting for awhile now.

See, after all the shit went down in November, and after things were quiet for the Christmas party in December, I had a feeling things would get back to their typically shitty state of affairs before long.

And guess what? I was right. Again. I hate it when I'm right. I'm not sure if this means I'm just getting my veteran-cred on or whatever, or if it means I'm suddenly developing vague precognitive powers. I really, really hope it's the former. Last thing I need is to start getting mutant brain powers from hanging around you radioactive jerks for too long.

But yeah. Things are starting to heat up again. It was one of those 'dominoes falling on each other' sort of things. Apparently, some jackass rogue demon went and offed a fancy-pants vampire lady. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem (because fuck vampires, that's why), but the dead vampire's vampire friends went and leaned on the HPD, who leaned on one Detective Eaton, who in turn leaned on me. Eaton's a contact of mine, see, and he started shaking me down for answers on weird shit, threatening to put me under 24/7 surveillance if he didn't start getting answers. He's also connected a big long list of murdered/disappeared/dead CUT fancy people to this vampire bidness, because you can't throw a rock without hitting some weird shit in Houston these days.

I hope you understand why this would be a bad thing.

And, for the record, Eaton's got contingency plans in effect for if he suddenly disappears, or gets brain wiped, or whatever, so don't even think about it you sick bastards. Besides, Eaton's a friend of mine (or at least a friendly acquaintance).

We went at the problem from two ends- tracking down the demon, and hacking out a deal with Eaton. We found the demon first, with a little help from Wayngro (who I guess is the head demon in town? Do demons have heirarchies and shit? Is that a thing?), and killed the stupid bastard without much ado. So that was half the problem taken care of.

On the other side of things, I set up a meeting between Brayker and Eaton- Brayker flashed his big scary MIB badge and medals and shit, which should work well enough as a cover story (because it's true) to get Eaton on our side. Though I will note that Eaton remains blissfully unaware of The Truth, and like hell we're going to actually make a Believer out of him. This said, if everything goes well, Eaton should be a valuable asset- if one we'll have to handle with a light touch. And by 'light touch' I mean 'Nobody fucking even LOOK at this guy unless you clear it by me or Brayker first.' Situation's handled. Mostly.

Oh, and we got some new recruits, as well. There's Doc Charles, who's a plain human (and apparently more clueless than I am), Some Mercenary Changeling of Army Pants, and Bob, the hobo werewolf. Hobo lobo? Bob's set up shop with a bunch of cardboard boxes in a corner of the citadel, so, y'know, if the place starts smelling weird (well, weirder), blame him.

Anyway, at some point or another, Mercenary Changeling Army Pants Guy decided to lead a bunch of people into a hedge, for...no apparent reason. Everyone made it back alive and intact, by the look of it, but I'm still not sure what that accomplished. Which, in turn, brings me to a new rule/piece of advice:

Just because you CAN do something, doesn't mean you SHOULD do something. I'm sure all of you weird-ass critters want to show off your greebly powers, but seriously. Think about what you're going to accomplish before you do these things. Last thing we need is someone opening up a portal to fairy hell or whatever just because they just read about it in their spellbook or whatever.

So yeah. New year. New problems. And I've got the feeling that it's not getting any better, either.

I mean, February’s coming up, so now I bet we're gonna run into some goddamn succubuses or evil cupids or love potions or some other crazy Valentine's day bullshit. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but I'm not going on any dates anytime soon.

See, I'm being a loser out of saftey this time around, and not just because I'm turning into a bitter conspiracy theorist. Really.