Distractions.
Charlotte knew that if she had one great failing, it was a tendancy to allow herself to be distracted. It was all too easy for an interesting example or a half-formed concept to spark up against the Mekhet's relentless curiosity, sending her off into a lazy spiral of self-indulgent reading and research before she could drag herself back to what she was supposed to be doing. Enjoyable to be sure, but frustrating when she had something important to do. Charlotte blinked in the soft, dim light of her Haven and glanced up, catching sight of herself in a mirror. There was a thin, hungry look about her.
Not just a distraction. Dangerous.
She hadn't been feeding as much as she should. Enough to get by without slipping into torpor, of course. It was easier to rely on infrequent meetings with her mortal...whatever he was, than trawl around the disgusting little drinking holes and underground clubs that peppered this part of Sacramento looking for someone drunk enough to let her take a nip from them.
"Enough." Charlotte muttered, dismissing her thoughts. She picked up the stack of medical textbooks she had entertained herself with the month prior and placed them in a pile by her feet, then swept the collection of locks and makeshift picks that had recently occupied her mind into a drawer. Reaching towards one of the neat stacks of files on her desk, Charlotte ran a delicate finger down one, stopped halfway, then pulled out a sheath of notes and a ratty diary. The most critical parts of Joe's research, along with the irritating Kindred she and two others had dealt with. Privately, Charlotte doubted that there would be any further issues with the Masquerade. One was dead and the other being schooled by Larkin Trask on proper Kindred behavior halfway across the country.
But, she hadn't gotten anywhere without being thorough.
10 successes across 2 rolls for Int+Occult, 4 across 4 rolls for Int+Academics