an okay dude. quiet as fuck. like, don't get me wrong, he's cool to have around and shit, but while everyone (i.e. mostly philip and derek) are arguing, he kind of just shuts up and watches us in bemusement. he's got this whole phantom of the opera/two-face shit going on with his nosferatu-ing, it's pretty rad. i ran into him at nycc, though, that was pretty cool. i should see what fandoms he's into. i think there's maybe something weird going on with his mask, though. anyway, he's pretty level-headed. oh and his sneakiness has come way in handy (see: vampire party weekend.)
meg is pretty cool. she's good for the researching of shit and she's got a really good head on her shoulders. i trust her to get shit done most of everybody in the coterie. and to keep the rest of us on track. i think EVERYONE does, which is why she's ended up derek and philip's babysitter. especially philip's. jesus fuck, i can't believe the shit she has to put up with when it comes to philip and he doesn't even have derek's excuse. we should get together and have another study session in person maybe. also i need to teach her how to drive so she can be mr half-boiled's designated driver.
no philip. why philip. oh god PHILIP. this guy. this fucking guy. i know he means well and he did get me out of that spin when we were peeling off from the gang fire and he honestly seems to want to do good by the coterie, but he has no fucking common sense and it doesn't even seem to matter what phase of the moon this bozo is on. and it's not that i don't like him, because ultimately he's an okay guy if so very fucking philip, but he's just such a... philip. he's a philip. he's this half-boiled detective who sits around his office waiting for dames all night and on that subject i'm totally surprised he hasn't started narrating his inner monologue yet. another time, maybe.
like callahan he's another quiet one but i kind of feel like with him he's not watching the rest of us with bemusement but more with chagrin. hah, chagrin. edward cullen would be a toreador, wouldn't he? i'm okay with him, though, for the most part, but i think of everyone in the coterie, he's probably the guy i trust least. mostly because of that shit that went down with drinking derek's blood back then. i mean, he's almost certainly blood bound to his sire, we can spot our own kind, but... shit, i don't know, just, when we were messing around with derek and his dice-drunk state and daring him to do stupid shit, perth used it to do something slippery instead of just making him do something silly.
saving the best for last. i don't even know how it fucking happened, but derek sterling is pretty much the best friend i have here in new york (not counting dr. b of course.) i don't even completely know why. we just kind of mesh well together. half the month he's this admirable nutjob and the rest of the month he's compellingly lucid and yeah, okay, we have been ragging him a bit about the whole 'MOON' thing but it's okay, i figured out what the fuck is going on. he's got this moon madness shit happening where his lucidity waxes and wanes in opposite to the moon. "lunacy" i'm calling it. anyway, we're hanging out outside of coterie shit and he's crashing at my place for now and it's all good. he seems to be enjoying seacats. i think battler speaks to him on some derek-y level. and i'm taking him out to the nerd herd because there's a couple blue-eyed ones. also there really is no better person to have at your side while you drink drunks to forget about the last homestuck update. derek, you're a bro.