Party Planning ( Tiamat )

[Mortll]

She always measured success in a manner of levels . She had managed to push those feeling back and successfully smash the hell out of them during her waking hours . It was just a matter of time and determination of success. Yet in the hours just before dawn when she laid her head down and she slipped toward the bliss of a dead sleep she did not feel at all victorious. The lies that she told herself to were always clearest then. It was the time of reckoning answering to ones self for the things they had done in the night. She felt cold. she felt hard, she felt like she had lost and loosing was unacceptable.



What did you do about a situation when there seemed to be no other recourse. She really had never met such a situation. In the past she had taken her lumps and bruises and ran from the problem. She had grown up and had drawn a line in the sand she did not give up ,she did not run, she stuck it out and made it work. The current situation however had her butting her head against a Unmovable object , So she was stuck standing looking at a cold hard wall and biding her time .



She awoke Velvet Revolver was playing the sounds of Slash working his magic with a guitar always got to her .She lay there listening to the song it was a beautiful piece of work but every time she heard it the more determined it would never be her . No matter how many times she failed no matter how many times she fell she would never go to pieces she would never break . She might rage and vent She would never be in Pieces she would never give up. It was never ok it was unacceptable . She slipped out of bed and snugged her feet into the fuzzy rabbit fur slippers that Zo had given her at some point she had so many lovely things that the Gypsy had given her she could not keep up with what was given when, and went out onto the balcony. She took a deep breath of the new night ... The lights of the city had just started to come alive and a faint purple glow of the dying sun rested in the west .



She dug her phone out of the pocket of her robe and Hit the number and waited ... Tiamat the young woman that she had met and taken under her wing was a conundrum to Mortll. She was a brilliant hacker and gun maker. She most defiantly had a goddess complex but Mortll could see if a person looked like she did how it would easily be attained but her anti social behavior and well outlandish theories on total mayhem and destruction mostly had Mortll shaking her head in disbelief . Mortll never attracted the so called Norm everyone surrounding her Were brilliantly eccentric strange weird and plain out psychotic in some cases. Nothing was ever simple or easy in most cases ... and her connection to Charles was like that it was brilliantly complicated and yet they managed to escape it all and bring each other down to a sublime simplicity that she had found no where else and was likely to never find again. She waited but the Young vampires phone went to Voice mail. " Tiamat You have what you wish ... You get a Steampunk Party .... You have full access to the Voodoo Cyber café basement for it full bar down there on me all night and You can invite the whole city if you wish . " She finished speaking into the machine felling a bit better. She had promised Doc no more dress up or Costume parties ever again while they were together . It would be nice to have a distraction and helping Tia out with this one could be a nice one .