Big Red Barn
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Alicia
Obvious exits:
BarnYard

Pretty-Paws is laying next to her bag and other stuff, a small cell phone resting near by. She's curled up in a ball, sleeping gently, snoozing away.

Three-Blades silently slips into the barn, squeezing through the crack left open. Her nose sniffs in the darkness, and Paws' scent catches her attention. Quietly, she pads towards the sleeping wolf, slowing a few paces away and simply peering into the darkness.

Pretty-Paws continues to lay there, her back leg twitching in the midst of sleep. She whimpers a bit, breathing heavily, but doesn't waken yet. Her fur is streaked with ebon filled strands, almost hiding her perfectly in the darkness.

Three-Blades lowers her muzzle and sniffs softly, the cub's scent filling her nose and telling her more than she could see. Ears flicker in the dark, and she moves in closer to settle beside the cub and watch.

A number if trinkets surround the young cub. A walk man, the cell phone, a few journals and books, and a flashlight. Twitching in her sleep, she sneezes a few times, but continues to drift away in slumber.

Three-Blades sniffs about her, using her naturally better scent to get an idea of the surroundings. The tip of her nose bumps the cell phone, and she licks experimentally.

Pretty-Paws pages to the room: LOL Tom's phone starts to ring again. :) Three-Blades (Yi) is licking her phone and she hit the redial by accident.

As the cell phone is licked, she can hear ringing in the background. PP's ears twitch slightly, but continues to sleep away.

Three-Blades blinks and balks a moment, surprised by the ringing as her ears swivel forward. She noses the cell phone again, bringing a paw over to press at the buttons hoping something will turn it off.

You paged the room with 'Rerro? Roh, Rom!'.

Pretty-Paws pages to the room: ROFL! I'm talking to Tom right now. :) Saying you hit the redial button.

As Blades continues to poke and prod the phone, a voice comes over the line. "Hello...*beep*" She hits a number. "Um...*Beep* Hello..*Beep* Who's *Beep* Th--*Beep*"

Three-Blades sniffs near the phone's mic, chuffing softly into it. She glances around momentarily, then looks at Pretty-Paws. A soft whimper of indecision. She shakes her head, then shifts to a more communicable form, picking up the phone. "Ah... hello?"

Three-Blades contorts and blurs as she is transformed. You shift into Homid.

Long distance to Tom: Yi picks up the phone and says, "Ah...hello?"

From afar, Tom 's voice comes through, a bit confusedly. "Hello? Who is this?"

Long distance to Tom and Pretty-Paws: Yi grins. "You call wrong numbah! No delivaree!

From afar, Tom is quiet a moment, then says, "Riiiiight," and it's followed by a *click*

Pretty-Paws continues to sleep, the pills she took has a huge effect on her.

Long distance to Tom and Pretty-Paws: Yi ...was kidding there.

From afar, Tom urfs, "Hey, I'm half-asleep. Don't page less ya means it. ;)

Long distance to Tom and Pretty-Paws: Yi | IC: Yi blinks, then whispers, "Uh... sorry, wrong number." She then fiddles around in the dark, trying to turn off the cell phone but with hardly any experience of the Weaver contraptions.

From afar, Tom answers with an uncertain, "Okay, g'night then." And hangs up.

Pretty-Paws whimpers lightly in her sleep, rolling to her side, one paw sticking up in the air.

Yi listens to Tom hang up on the other side of the line, and just sets the phone down where she thought it was before, not bothering to turn it off or something. She glances at Paws, wondering where she had the money to acquire such a thing, or the Walkman and such. A faint smile of amusement flits over her face as she reaches over to scritch the sleeping wolf lightly.

Pretty-Paws chuffs and opens her eyes, yawning a bit at the touch, then glances up at Yi hazily, licking her muzzle and nose, whining. Good..morning?

Yi smiles in the dark, giving the sleepy wolf a brief nod of greeting. "No, it is still night," she replies. Her dark eyes stray to the cell phone briefly, and she keeps her gaze on the thing as if pondering whether to tell the cub she touched the item. Or rather, sniffed, licked, and talked to someone on it.

Pretty-Paws yawns loudly, then follows her gaze to the phone. Stiffening up a bit, she sneezes and glances back to Yi, eyes widening.

"I, um," Yi stumbles over her words, giving a slight wince. She picks up the cell phone and tries to clean it a bit with her sleeve. "I'm sorry. I touched it, and it called someone... and..." She shrugs a bit helplessly, laying the phone down next to Paws' paws. "I'm sorry. I wasn't supposed to touch it..."

Pretty-Paws blinks and takes a deep breath, then noses the phone. Who answered it? She asks, lifting her head back up to Yi. This one is not mad, was actually afraid you would yell at her.

Yi shakes her head, and leans in to whisper though lupine ears would hear just fine without the secrecy. "I won't tell anyone," she says with a small smile. Then with a nod towards the phone, she rubs the back of her neck. "A man. He seemed a bit...uhm... confused. I couldn't tell....was in lupus, when I touched it."

Pretty-Paws flicks the ear and chuffs lightly, reaching up to nuzzle you. That was.. Tom. She places her paws over her eyes, looking embarrassed. This one....thinks he already knows about the Garou. Its hard to explain, but he beat around the bush some, but I kept the Veil and didn't talk about it, but, this one has a feeling he /knew./.

Yi reaches over and scratches softly between the cub's ears, and shifts down herself to feel the warmth of fur around her. He might be kin. A soft flick of her ear, and she licks the cub. Go back to sleep, eh? And I would hide that, she notes with a brief nudge of the cell phone.

Pretty-Paws nods her head and noses the phone back into her bag. This one has his address, its in my bag, a pink piece of paper. Can you search him out, find out for me if he is? I... really like him, and he likes me too, we're../dating/.

Three-Blades looks a little startled, though the darkness must've jumbled the communication. You're mating? So soon? Ears splay in disbelief.

Pretty-Paws blinks! No! /DATING/. Kinda of like a boyfriend. He's just someone to snuggle with and talk to. She hides her muzzle again under her paws.

Three-Blades shifts a little where she lies, poking her muzzle at the cub's. You like him, and he likes you. Maybe he is kin, and maybe he could be a mate. She whuffs softly, humoring the idea. Have any others met him?

Pretty-Paws does not know, only knew him for a day or so and they hit it off well. She lets out another yawn, laying down on her stomach, closing her eyes. Tired, going back to sleeeep. She chuffs.

With a goodnatured lick, Blades nuzzles and curls up beside the cub. The tip of her tail twitches over her nose, and then settles as the two drop off into dreamland. A sleepy goodnight chuff, and she closes her eyes for a long doze.

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