Re: Shuffle
TO: CLAUDIA FAIRHOLM
FROM: ROZALIN GREENE
DATE: APRIL 3, 2010 9:15 PM
SUBJECT: SHUFFLEBOARD TIME
Claudia, my dear.
Take my advice to you as your old and older friend: Forget whatever hearsay you get about the Nosferatu. I'm a little unimpressed Isaac would actually bother you about this. Every Nosferatu cell I've worked with in my history with the Camarilla has pulled a twenty-year vanishing act now-and-again. And you'll never find them, so it doesn't matter. The Nosferatu are going to do whatever the Nosferatu are going to do. That goes double for Gary. He's always been a tit.
Better not ask about the Voermans. Therese is tiring me out. She thinks she's going to be a Prince or a Primogen—as though those are the only two options she might end up with.
I'm guessing you know your little friend Rama Linville turned up. Didn't turn up, to be pointed about it. I went ahead and put a girl of mine on watch in Anaheim for you; she wrote in last night. He didn't make it beyond the border. At the risk of telling you what you already know, dear: Scourge must've cleaned him out. They won't say that, of course. No—they'll be keeping this one on hush, if I know the Ventrue around these parts. And I do claim to know them. As much as you can know the Ventrue, that is. I'm vaguely surprised he lasted as long as he did. Your people have something to do with that?
Here's hoping you don't take this one too hard, Claudicat. I know how hard you go in for witty boys in black ties. If he had half a wit in his head, he'd have known as soon as that Brit flew in his goose was cooked.
Which means the new holes in their Board need sealing. It's starting to look like we're stuck with Little-Croix for good. Which is funny. I guess this means I'll have to learn her name.
Funnier: I could have sworn last month they were talking like she died.
The only real question left now is how it's long going to take for the Scepters to lock-in their new line-up. Want to make it a bet? I say we're looking at a new Board to contend with before summer's out. New Board, new motions, new papers shoved our way. Can't wait, I'm sure.
It was a joke. The subjectline. Shuffleboard. Shuffle the Board? You get it.
I'm trying.
Rozalin
P.S. (And I never write P.S.): What's Max up to? There's been a grim little spellslinger knocking at my door three nights this week, asking if I've had any odd requests from the Prince. He dropped vague references to an unlicensed investigation open by something called the Antiquities Department—which is nothing I've heard of. Left me the Regent's private number and told me to call-if.
Please. When does LaCroix request anything from me?
