This stuff was always tricky. No matter what Chris's old packmate had ever told him the rules always seemed to change. Though that may have been his former packmate screwing around. Still a new town means a new pair of pants. Instead of jeans Chris had spent the time finding a durable pair of pants from one of the mountaineering stores that exist around cities. Letting go, muscle grows alongside hair. Blinds drawn Chris can't see out of his apartment and no one can see inside of it. The rite is fast, maybe a minute and the low chanting ends. A drop of blood on the inside of the waist the only evidence of something happening.

  Dedication on new pants with wallet, phone, keys in pockets
Date Action Roll Result
2018-02-15 19:49:03 [06] Chris rolls 6 to Dedication (Harmony7+Dalu1-2densecity=6) (10 Again) 4, 2, 10, 6, 3, 3, 8 2 successes
2018-02-15 19:49:03 [05] Chris rolls 6 to Dedication (Harmony7+Dalu1-2densecity=6) (10 Again) 6, 8, 9, 5, 3, 7 2 successes
2018-02-15 19:49:03 [04] Chris rolls 6 to Dedication (Harmony7+Dalu1-2densecity=6) (10 Again) 2, 4, 8, 5, 7, 2 1 success
2018-02-15 19:49:03 [03] Chris rolls 6 to Dedication (Harmony7+Dalu1-2densecity=6) (10 Again) 4, 2, 7, 8, 3, 10, 10, 6 3 successes
2018-02-15 19:49:03 [02] Chris rolls 6 to Dedication (Harmony7+Dalu1-2densecity=6) (10 Again) 2, 1, 4, 9, 2, 2 1 success
2018-02-15 19:49:03 [01] Chris rolls 6 to Dedication (Harmony7+Dalu1-2densecity=6) (10 Again) 2, 1, 7, 7, 7, 2 failure
2018-02-15 19:48:09 Chris rolls 6 to Dedication (Harmony7+Dalu1-2densecity=6) (10 Again) 6, 3, 3, 2, 3, 10, 4 1 success

Pulling his newly prepared pants on Chris opens the blinds to the evening light. Sacramento. Not a bad city to be pushed out of a car to. Need to figure out what happened to Fire Bringer though and what the hell happened that there are only a handful of Uratha. That or avoid whatever the hell did it. Turning from the full height window the apartment is pitifully filled. The washer runs in the background as Chris pulls a beer out of the fridge. Leaving exactly five things in it, the remainder of the six pack.

It's actually kind of weird. Having somewhere to call home. He had gotten use to the road. Used to the shitty motels and sleeping in the car.

Guess its time to do human things? Buy a couch and a bed? A new sleeping bad lays against one wall, next to a phone charger.

Turning back to the window Chris sits down on the floor and takes a swig of beer. Between him and the evening sky is only glass and the two hand wraps made by his dead friend. Hand wraps that hold a bound spirit of glass. Chris hopes that hanging them on the window like that on a string is enough. Something to follow up on if..hopefully when a Crescent shows up in town.

Another swig and the doubts start to creep in. Grimacing Chris downs the beer and leaves it by the window. Slipping on his shoes and ragged button down he heads out into the night and hopefully away from his thoughts.