6/23/2004

01:36 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Infirmary
Harsh summer sunlight beats through the windows, brightening the room. Thin white curtains keep the glare out while allowing enough light in to dispel shadows. A small ceramic heater sits on the floor near the bed, available for use when needed. A wide bed stands in the center of the south wall, white linens carefully tucked in around its mattress. A low table stands beside the bed, a small basin and pitcher perched atop it. Two large chairs sit facing the bed, and a small wooden chair sits against the south wall opposite the table. A tall cabinet occupies the northeast corner of the room, its glass door revealing a well-stocked medicine cabinet, various medical implements and supplies carefully arranged within.
The only exit from the room is a single door on the eastern wall.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Lucas
Obvious exits:
HAllway  

[look Lucas]
Lucas is a handsome Caucasian boy that looks to have a heritage that might be eastern European, but a bit too unclear to really peg him as anything but an American. His hair is shoulder length but never pulled back, and an even black in color. Eyes are a clear blue set under dark brows, but there's an unease in them that tends to unnerve most viewers. A deep, simmering anger and feralness that can't be fully hidden. He's very athletic and well built for his age, though more in the taunt spring sort of way than a hulking brute, and what might be bulk has been stretched into the awkward angles of puberty. He has a typical variety of scars from sports and fights, and one more noticeable scar low across his chest where a knife got a bit too close in a brawl. The clothing he wears might seem a smidge too trendy for him, undeniably Old Navy and very cool, and kept very clean and tidy.

What sunlight streams through the window is soaked in the same way Kenneth's blood has soaked his bandages. Clearly he is going to be taking a bit of time to heal his wounds from the fight last night, but that doesn't mean he's going to just lie around in bed all day. As it is, he sits at the edge of the linen, close to the window, gazing out dourly. The headphones rest around his neck, the music playing through from the CD Player one of heavy rock. He sits there, shirtless for now. The article of clothing in question is draped over one chair not too far away, scrubbed relatively clean, but with the faded remnants of blood stains.

There's a quiet rap on the door to announce an arrival, and it creaks open a second after. "Hey, man." Lucas says as his head first, then the rest of him, moves into the room. "Figured I'd come check on you, up here. It drove me nuts when I was stuck up here... hungry?" He asks, holding up a plate full of grilled cheeses.

Kenneth turns his head at the rapping on the door, looking over his shoulder without a change in his hostile expression at first. He was expecting some elder. When it's Lucas, the darkness of his gaze lightens a bit, slipping into a neutral tone. "Yeah, starvin'," he replies with voice an octave or two lower than it ought to be. Gingerly moving so that he can at least sit sideways on the bed, he notions with his head for the other cub to sit if he wants. "So 'sup?" He'll take a couple of sandwiches when offered.

Lucas collects up a chair and brings it over to the bed, setting down the plate of food. "...not used to all this food just laying around, went on a bit of a cooking spree." Indeed, the mountain of hot cheese sandwiches is rather formidable, let alone whatever else he might have made. "Nothing is going on, I'm bored to death in this place."

Natalie pages to Lucas, Kenneth, and Emily: Downstairs the front door opens. UPS guy!!!

Kenneth nods, taking a Huge bite out of the first sandwich and savoring it like a starving dog does a bone. "Same here," he grumbles out after swallowing down the lump. "I'd go downstairs but," he glances once at his leg, that shot of anger at its injury just making him tear into the cheese sandwich without mercy. Moments later he pauses in his eating, head tipping back in a slight inquiry. "So what's your tribe?" A faint smirk travels over his heavy-browed features. The question sounds a helluva lot like one of those bad pick up lines at some bar, but with none of the intentions of actually trying to pick up.

Lucas collects a sandwich, nipping at the corner and chewing. At the question, the cub shakes his head. "Don't got one. Joshua and Natalie picked me up, but apparently I don't have any marks or anything telling who I belong to. So... at the moment, I'm under Natalie's watch, but not her tribe."

"Who're they?" Kenneth asks around a mouthful of cheese and bread, the question innocent enough to show he has no allegiances set yet. "I'm supposed to be some Shadow Lord," he adds, but again, the tribes so far mean diddly squat save for identification and alliance purposes.

"Glass Walkers." Lucas says, "Bunch of 'em live in this gigantic mansion in town. Crazy place...enough electronics to short out a small plant." Another mouthful is chewn off, the lost cub hrming in his throat. "...Shadow Lord? Who're they?"

Kenneth starts in on a second sandwich, using his ring finger to wipe a spot of cheese from his lip. "So far's I know, we're supposed to be the best." Not one to do good PR for the tribe through words, this one. "Jarred's place is pretty rockin' though. Got a nice TV, workout machines, high end stuff, the works. Nothin' like this place in the freakin' boonies."

Lucas lets out a faint sigh, "Sounds nice. I never had much of anything in my life...but... this place doesn't even have a TV. I'm not used to trees and barns. Seems like unless you're beating the shit outta someone, there's nothing else to do here, and without a tribe... I don't have anyone to do anything with."

The Slord cub shakes his head, knowing just how boring it can be - and he's only been here for less than 3 days total. "You think those Glass Walkers'll make you join them?" Kenneth rumbles out, a thought arising. "Hell, bet you could join the Lords, an' we can make a nice new punching bag for the barn here out of Todd-skin." He grins nastily at that thought.

And the Ahroun actually breaks out into laughter at that one, faintly sadistic, mostly in amusement. "Sounds like I might have to meet the rest of your Tribe. This Megan leader chick says I can't be claimed, so, I don't think anyone can make me join them. It's my choice."

Natalie pages to the Farmhouse: At the top of the stairs Nat calls out, "Lucas? You up here?"

Kenneth narrows his eyes in thought. "Don't know who Megan is, but I remember her name bein' said. Hell man, you should join up with the Lords then. All I know 'bout the Glass Walkers is that they like tech stuff a little too much to be healthy." He looks up at the voice.

Lucas slowly nods his head in a quiet agreement. "I'm no techie, that's for sure. I only stole stuff and sold it, once or twice." At the voice he looks up, letting out a sigh. "...speak of the techophiles..." And he shouts back a reply.

Kenneth eyes the door, then the half-mountain of sandwich, chewing on the last of his second as Lucas shouts down his reply. "Y'know what ticks me? It's like these people think we're all some big family of sorts." He rolls his eyes, switching off the CD player in his pocket.

"My thoughts exactly. I ain't calling complete strangers my family." Lucas says around a mouthful of cheesy bread. A hand is lifted to wave at Natalie as she walks in, from his place in a chair next to Ken's bed.

Natalie pushes open the door to the infirmary, her nose wrinkling - at current smells or remembered is hard to say. "...Ah, here you are Lucas. Settling in?" She leans up against the doorframe, left thumb hooking into her pocket as her eyes flick up and down Kenneth. "Who's your friend?'

Kenneth would guess this is Natalie, from what Lucas had just told him. "Kenneth," he replies with a short, succinct statement. The Slord is at the moment, shirtless. His left arm is wrapped in a fairly large swath of bandage, as is his right leg which is bandaged all the way up from ankle to up his pantleg. The smell of cheese sandwiches mixes with the faint scents of chemicals and stale blood. "Kenneth Syuusuke Saitou-Sardelis. Adopted as Kenneth Kingston. Philodox of the Shadow Lords." What a mouthful. He gets it out, though, as he was instructed.

Lucas holds up his half eaten sandwich. "Doin' good." He says, with a hint of a shrug. "Bored." He adds after, then falls quiet as Kenneth gives his introduction.

[look Natalie]
Nat's an inch or two over average height for a woman, perhaps five-seven or -eight. She's built rather reminscent of a brick, with a square face and jaw, and broad shoulders that have no need of padding. Nondescript brownish hair is only a few inches long, and the ten-dollar cut makes her face look even wider. Blue-green eyes are widely set under a pair of thickly stroked eyebrows; her nose and lips are proportionately large. She wouldn't catch any eyes if it weren't for the eerie way she has of staring, or the suggestion of prior and pending fist-fights in the small scars pocked across her face and hands. Her accent is flat Midwestern unobtrusive, her age roughly twenty.
Dark indigo jeans nearing an honorable retirement top dark brown steel-toed work boots. A pale green tee-shirt with a faded band logo - OILE I LEA above a splat of blue-steel 'lead' centered on her belly - finishes the outfit.

Natalie waits politely - interestedly, even - through Kenneth's intro, then adds a, "Cub?" for verification. She doesn't wait long for it, though, but glances back to Lucas. "Emily's down stairs - she wanted to see how you're doing. Trevor's got her cornered, but she's pretty flipped. Want to go visit? ...You're welcome to come along as well," she tosses back to Kenneth.

Lucas perks up at word Emily is here, "Really? I thought she didn't want to come out here." He gives a quick look back to Kenneth. "Emily's one of their kin... real nice to me when I first got here. Come with us." He says with a half grin. "No good to sit up here all day."

Kenneth nods just once at the question of his rank. Like she can't tell just by looking? "Sure, I'll come down. You two go on." He makes to lever himself up from the bed with one hand and one leg. It's a tricky matter of physics, but eventually he does push up and gradually slides over towards the large white shirt draped upon the back of a nearby chair.

Natalie pushes off the doorframe, her other thumb slipping into her front pocket. "Better living through chemistry," she offers with a smirk. "Come on, Lucas. See you there in a minute or two, Kenneth." And with that she heads back down the hall for the stairs.

Lucas pulls himself up out of the chair his rump was occupying, shoving the last quarter of a sandwich into his maw and swallows, following after Natalie.

You head downstairs.

Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Lucas
Natalie
Alicia
Emily(#4090PJOc$)
Trevor
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Jun 23)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room  Front Door  STairs  

"Coming up to summer, really." Trevor comments to Alicia, pretending he was no idea what she means. "And yes, that's true. Family is all a lot of us have, whatever form that family may take."

Emily looks vaguely perplexed at the discussion. "Spring time?"

Alicia pats her stomach once more and smirks over towards Trevor, eyes rolling upwards. "Just being playfull." She says with a grin spreading over her lips, sprawling out a bit more, yawning. "My lets still hurt." She murmurs quietly.

"Uh-huh Alicia-Rhya." Trevor laughs, looking like he's considering getting out of his chair to poke the Gaian.

Emily watches the exchange quietly. Very quietly. Too quietly. Her hands are clasped in her lap and her eyes slightly vague as she looks between Trevor and Alicia. Nothing like being a stranger in a place where everyone knows each other.

After some time upstairs Nat comes back downstairs, Lucas at her heels. "Found him!" she says cheerfully as she comes around the corner, stopping to blink, surprised, at Alicia's arrival. "Oh, hey, Alicia-rhya. Um... Lucas? Emily? You want to... cripes, I don't know. Out to the porch, maybe?" Coming slowly down behind them, favoring his leg, is Kenneth.

Lucas is still trying to swallow the mouthful of grilled cheese sandwich, having put a bit too much in for even his big mouth to handle at once. He manages it by the time his feet hit the ground level, and immediatly turns his attentions on the kinswoman, looking honestly suprised to see her.

Trevor nods to Natalie as she descends, waiting to see who else is coming down.

Alicia chuckles and playfully dares Trevor with her eyes, before settling both of her hands upon her stomach, fingers drumming away. "G'afternoon, Natalie." She says with a grin on her face, then lets her eyes travel to the pair of cubs. "Lucas.. unknown guy." She says with a smile, then lets her eyes travel to the kitchen. "Anyone want me to whip up something tonight? I'm in a cooking mood."

Emily is beginning to twitch slightly. Drugs or no, the Kin has officially be overwhelmed. If someone were to look at her hands, they'd see white knuckles and if she raised her gaze, they'd see the whites of her eyes. So. "Hmm?" she asks, looking at Natalie.

Kenneth clumps down the stairs, hopping and landing less than lightly down each one. His hand extended to support him along the wall and aid in balance, he has a look around first at everyone in the room. Immediate recognition goes to Trevor. The others are just given a neutral regard. He's in glabro, with a large white button down shirt still damp from washing slung round his shoulders. The Slord's left arm is completely bandaged, along with his right leg which at the moment, has no weight put on it.

"We won't be able to stay," Nat answers firmly as she crosses to stand beside Emily and extends a hand down for her. Lucky Emily. "C'mon, you two, I think the porch is the place. I'll try and get information delivered," she continues to the other two Galliard, "Just... not right now."

Lucas nods to Natalie then checks to make sure Ken got down the stairs alright. A quick glance is given to both Trevor and Alicia before the young Ahroun heads for the front door and towards the porch.

"I'll be seeing you later then." Trevor nods to Natalie, Emily and Lucas with a smile, before turning to regard Kenneth. "Good to see you again Kenneth. How are your wounds?" The Galliard asks, with some concern.

Emily takes Natalie's hand and allows the woman to pull her up. "All righty." She glances around the room and offers a polite, "Nice to meet you all." Then she is actually leading Natalie away, looking a touch relieved to be leaving the enclosed space.

Alicia tilts her head a bit and peers at Kenneth, noticing the state of his wounds. Rising upwards, she heads over towards him, sniffing the air a bit, then gives him a light poke in the shoulder as she walks by, eyes catching his. With that, she makes her way to the kitchen, stretching herself out, yawning. "Well, I'm making lasagna."

Kenneth tenses at the approach of the unknown galliard, briefly staring at her. The touch on his shoulder does something more than just contact with him. Before he can answer Trevor, the cub dares to move his bandaged arm testingly. Then he glances to the Fianna. "I'll live," he replies, somewhat hesitant to try and figure out what the hell just happened.

"That's good. You alright up there, need anything?" Trevor asks as he follows Alicia into the kitchen. The Galliard dosn't seem to have given any mind to the poke.

"Mmmm.. I don't know." Alicia says as she digs around in the fridge. "I'm thinking of orange chicken and a vegetable medely." She says, thinking outloud as she opens up the freezer now, pulling out the bag of meat.

Kenneth tests his arm again, before looking towards the kitchen and remembering just what happened last night. With his right hand he starts to take off the bandage from his arm, unwinding it. When the wounds are revealed to have been speedhealed, he looks back to Trevor. The cub lowers his voice to ask, "What the hell did she just do to me?"

"Mother's Touch." Trevor replies, after glancing at the wounds. "It's a Gift that allows for healing of wounds rapidly. Very useful, can often save lives when normal human medicine would fail." He looks to Kenneth. "Jarred-Rhya has taught you about Gifts, yes?"

There is a few clinking noises from the kitchen, otherwise Alicia allows the pair to talk with silence on her side.

Kenneth mutters something about X-Men before he nods slightly. "A little, yeah." Again with the Mother stuff. He crumples up the used bandages in his right hand, before looking back to the kitchen. "Think, uh, think I'll go help, in the kitchen." As if by experiment, he tries to walk on his right leg, but it doesn't seem to have healed as much as his arm has. The grit of his teeth at the dull, pained reminder shows. Not that he'd admit it. He's going to thank the woman.

"You might want to stay off your leg for a little while, though." Trevor notes, although it dosn't seem necessary to point out really. Then he follows Kenneth, asking "What are X-Men?"

By now, Alicia has made a storm of the kitchen. She already has a good deal of the ingredients out and she is heating up the oven. Humming quietly under her breath as she works, she seems to have tuned out the world.

Turning his head only, Kenneth eyes Trevor sideways. "Uh. Mutants. They're like, humans with superpowers." Yeaaaah. The cub blinks once, and then ducks and limps his way into the kitchen, filling up the entryway briefly before moving to one side. "Hey," he calls to Alicia, thinking maybe she'll tune back in.

"I see." Trevor enters the kitchen, shaking his head. "Humans with superpowers. What a ridiculous idea." The Galliard mutters to himself. You have to hope he's joking, given what he is.

Alicia turns around and leans against the counter some, wiping wet hands off on her jeans as she smiles towards the cub, then over to Trevor. She raises up a brow slightly.

Kenneth's gaze casts down towards the floor for a moment as he tries to think of what to say now that he's called her out. "Thanks," is what finally is grunted out. "For fixing up my arm." It's not exactly a fawning lick at the muzzle, but it's more than what he would usually give to a complete stranger. "'m Kenneth." Gads, initiating the introductions? Unthinkable. "Kenneth Syuusuke Saitou-Sardelis. Shadow Lord, philodox." He pauses. "Cub." As if that weren't obvious. Trevor gets another look of eccentricity.

"Need any help with the the cooking, Alicia-Rhya?" Trevor asks, looking around the kitchen thoughtfully. "It's a wonder this house hasn't fallen to bits yet, you know. And I've not had to replace the kitchen. I swear, the fae must be sneaking in and fixing things when I'm not looking."

"Nah, just pregnant Children of Gaia, Trevor." Alicia says with a flash of teeth at the Fianna, grinning, then nods towards the Cub. "I am Alicia of the Children of Gaia. Tribal Elder and Galliard. I also am the Grounds Keeper for the Sept. The call me Guards-The-Flame." She smiles. "Your leg should be fine by t'morrow." She assures him with a motherly smile. "Welcome to the Garou family. Being in Grandfather Thunder's brood will be an interesting experience for you. I'm sure you'll do them proud."

Kenneth doesn't particularly return Alicia's smile with one of his own. Instead, he looks for a chair to sit down in, so that he can rest his leg. Somewhere inside he's marvelling at the sheer amount of 'superpowers' that are available to the Garou. That amazement doesn't express itself outwardly, however. So she's one of those peacenik treehuggers that Jarred was describing them as. Uh huh. Family. Right, whatever. "Grandfather... Thunder?" A brow lifts in query.

"Jarred-Rhya hasn't told you about Grandfather Thunder?" This seems to suprise Trevor greatly. He looks at Kenneth, as though examining the boy for some sign that he does infact know about the Tribal Totem.

"Grandfather Thunder is your tribal Totem. He is powerful and wise, and quite the loud fellow." Alicia says with a nod of her head as she continues to work in the kitchen, having this cooking thing down to a science with how she lays out the ingredients and pots. "Thunder is a ally of Stormcrow."

Kenneth narrows an eye, gaze shifting from galliard to galliard. "Damn if I know. Got a crapload to remember as is. Tribes, moons, breeds... Litany." His gaze drifts. "An' Giftstuff, spirits. He probably did mention it." And he probably did while Kenneth was starting to tune out. Either way, the cub just seems bland on it. "Though I'd meant to ask, what's with all the weird names hunh?"

"Wierd names?" Trevor frowns somewhat, trying to comprehend what the boy might mean. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Our deed names? Its kinda like how Native American's have their own." Alicia says with a smile on her face. "Its names that represent the achievements that we have put in. I am called Guards The Flame, for on my Rite of Passage, I saved the lives of two groups of people, those who had a heart of fire I suppose you can say. They were.. passionate about their people and they were warring with each other."

Kenneth uses the bandage that was on his arm to coil around his left hand again. He pauses in the rewrapping, nodding to what Alicia said. "The weird names, yeah. Like you said the other day, you were 'Trevor Sings-To-Spirits' and something real long right after, Master of the Rite and Warder and Beta of some croissant roll." He looks to Alicia as well, "And that Taslyn said she was Defends-Worth, or something like that."

Trevor winces somewhat at the mangling of the pack's name. "I'm Warder of Escrowe Farm, this place." He corrects. "The Warder is a different office. And I'm Beta of Crescent Wing." He nods. "Names like Sings-To-Spirits and Defends-Her-Worth are deed names as Alicia-Rhya explained. The other things after my name were titles and positions. My name comes from the fact that I was born to a Galliard's destiny but my Mother saw fit to give me a...knack, I suppose you could say, for dealing with spirits."

Alicia chuckles slightly and continues to fix the food together, sliding the pan into the oven, turning the heat up a bit more so that it can begin cooking.

"Uh hunh." Again, the cool, even expression masks over the cub. "And these 'deed names' come after you do something to earn them, I assume." Titles, positions, more things to remember. Kenneth veers away from that topic, for now. "But seriously. You walk up to someone else you know on the street and say their name like, 'Sup Sings-to-Spirits?' and people're gonna look at you funny."

"And that's why you don't." Trevor nods. "Even Lupus take a human name for use in human society, should they need to move in it. We use our deed-names in different ways, whether making them part of our name as I do, or giving them as a seperate name in the way Alicia-Rhya does. But we all have human names, for when we are among humans."

Kenneth watches Alicia and her cooking for a minute or so, contemplating this new information. "These names, probably don't sound anything like they do in English when you're talking in that Mother Tongue, right?"

"Right." Trevor nods in agreement. "There's a reason we never speak mother tounge in Homid. We can't. It's impossible. So yes, it's very different."

Kenneth rubs a hand against the back of his mane-like hair, ruffling it around his oversize headphones. "Gotta learn that too," he murmurs, more to himself than aloud. "But it can't be any worse than trying to learn English after being a wolf." Jarred's talk about breeds was interesting, to say the least.

"You'll find it comes fairly naturally to you in Crinos." Trevor replies with a reassuring smile.

The edge of the cub's lip curls in a mild smirk, before he pushes himself back up to his feet. "Crinos... natural. Uh huh." Said in the same manner like Trevor's comment about humans with superpowers, the philocub shakes his head. "Think I'll go outside for a little bit. Feelin' antsy." Too many reassuring smiles, and not enough actual fact to back it up. Always the will be's, should be's, ought to be's. The cub's heard it before, in the form of religious drivel. But his reason given, he limps over towards the glass door and slides it open. Before he exits, he turns to both galliards and gives them a brief nod to at least show respect to their rank.

"I'll see you later, Kenneth." Trevor smiles somewhat, shaking his head once the cub has left. It will come to him in time. The Fianna, after all, is a very religious man.