7/02/02 Changes of Venue

Finally, with much effort and perserverence I did manage to get it across that I'm no longer Keeper and the Trainwreck is no longer elysium. The reactions of people were amusing and unpredictable, it was odd in a way. Some acted as if I had just given away the sum of my fortune to charity or something, like my entire worth and value as a kindred being was tied to that singular title. Piffle. It was getting too comfortable there anyway, and that means people begin to take you for granted. I will say that Elena Hawkley was not pleased with my decision, perhaps because I didn't consult with her first, she likes to have a subtle kind of control. Its rare for her to give any kind of direct orders, but she does make it known when I've displeased.

Its obvious that there are some problems with the organization and structure within the camarilla. Not that I'm a big fan of structure, I've never felt that elders should treat us like children, never felt Kindred needed extra laws and policies and micromanagment of behavior, as long as the big rules were followed. I do however, understand that need for social pecking orders. This is not a camarilla ideal by itself, pecking orders exist in all aspects of life, starting in the schoolyard when we're children and moving on up from there.

Case in point: the status system of the camarilla - yes, I realize it has its flaws- but certainly those who come in with chips on their shoulders "I'm a thousand years old, childe" (aka scopullus) are still expected to follow the rules of status. Expected does not equal does, and its bad enough I get stepped on by people with real status, I'll be damned if I get a talking down to by ex-primogen. I think Mel Duchesne had the same idea, when Scopullus was telling her how it is and how it was going to be. The nerve. Mel attempts to tell him how it really is (aka primogen status) and he keeps arguing and arguing. It was really amazing.

And the crux of the problem is that in an anarch state, Mel could have just beat the crap out of Scopullus, god knows I wanted to. The ivory tower ideals work things differently, through a very complicated system of status cards, where scopullus would have been beaten down and expected to defer to the primogen's status in the dispute. Scopullus did neither, and the Nosferatu even had the nerve to complain to the Prince that we were "being mean". Its ridiculous.

So, since I don't see St Louis turning into an anarch free state anytime soon, I'll have to use the weapons given to me and to all of us by the system. I've requested and received approval to organize harpies . Harpy, it kind of makes me laugh, but so be it. Using a big stick isn't the only way to manage behavior. And I'm damn sick of it. Its bad enough you have the council and elders and sheriff telling you what to do every night, but its going too far if the general populace thinks they have the right too.

So, new elysium, change of venue and of course I get a forum for my overactive mouth. All is good in the world.