7/31/2004

06:32 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (98% full).

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 A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall.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:
Cole
Miguel
Auggie
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Jul 25)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room Front Door STairs

Auggie punches Miguel back, a little harder, showing his teeth ferally at the other Gaian in a mock threat. "Hey, my hair's gonna fuckin' rock once I get these made into dreds." He pulls at some of the tangled locks, and tucks them behind his ears. He almost looks like a puffed-up bird, preening.

[Auggie]
This young man carries himself well, with an air of confidence that almost contrasts his dirty clothes and unkempt hair. Perhaps 15 or 16 years old, he stands at all of 5'7". His frame, although still boyish, is bulked with ropey muscles, evident even beneath a layer of fabric. Lithe and supple, as taught as a bowstring, the extent of this teenager's muscle development seems to go far beyond what afterschool athletics might entail. His dark brown hair might have once been curly - now it is a cascade of chin-length snarls and rat's nests, which with a bit of work, might be formed into passable dredlocks. His olive skin and coffee-colored eyes suggest a Meditterreanean ancestry. He has a likable enough face, which is angular, ferret-like, dotted with moles and smattered with some mild acne. Black fuzz has sprouted on his upper lip, sideburns and chin, which he's obviously made no attempt to shave. A grey, beat-up, filthy sweatshirt and a pair of patched and threadbare blue jeans are stretched on his wirey frame. In contrast, a high-quality pair of hiking boots adorn his feet. The kid lacks the awkwardness so typical of boys his age. In fact, the only thing that really stands out about this kid his is the easy grace he carries himself with.

Cole can't help but laugh at Miguel's comment, even as he brings his sandwhich to his mouth. "Bet'cha can't wait for that day, huh?" He gives a grin.

[Cole]
Before you is a young man, looking to be in his middle-teens. His hair is auburn, favoring the red side of the spectrum, and just long enough to be constantly tousled. His eyes are grey and alert, while still managing to convey warmth. They are perhaps his most arresting feature. His facial features lend him a sort of dignity, with smooth lines and strong structure. His build reflects an active lifestyle, perhaps now more than ever. He wears a pair of black jeans belted in at the waist, as well as a nondescript green shirt. His feet are covered by a pair of sturdy hiking boots.

Miguel shakes his head, "Neither the day I get a guitar again, nor the day I rite. Both will be awesome. I'm really starting to think I can be a good galliard."

[Miguel]
David Miguel Corona is a young man of about 17 years old. He stands just a hair under 6 feet tall. He stands straight, and portrays a sense of grace, as if he is comfortable in his own skin. He appears lean, with small but well defined muscles, perhaps about 175 pounds, and has broud shoulders. His hair is black, and trimmed carefully, but has no gel or anything to give it that 'I spent a lot of time on this' feel his old hair-style had. He has medium-brown skin and dark brown, almost black, piercing eyes. His visage is almost hawk-like. He has a strongly masculine face, but has no facial hair at all, not even stubble. His clothing seems practical, sportwear type shorts which fall just to his knees, and loose fitting t-shirt, as if he plans to go running or something. His bone structure features a prominent nose, and very high cheekbones, making him not only appear obviously Mexican, but harkening back to his Aztec ancestors. Something about the way he moves seems almost quiet, as if he is trying not to stand out too much. When he speaks, he has a habit of pausing a second to think before he begins, and his voice, though deep, is soft and slightly quiet. Around his waist he wears a rosary of carved wooden beads, which he occasionally unconsciously touches. His actions seem well-thought out, and he has an all business attitude, except when laughing.

Kenneth makes his way down the steps of the attic, looking rather irritated about something, but otherwise harmless. Black eyes settle upon the other cubs one by one as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, stopping at Miguel in particular, examining the unfamiliar face. "Evening."

Auggie sits back into his chair, relaxing again for now. "Duh," he shoots at Miguel. "You'll be damn good." His head snaps back around at the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and he gives a half-cocked smile at Kenneth's appearance. "Evenin' Kenneth," he calls out to the Slord.

Cole looks up, nodding and speaking a greeting around his sandwhich. "Evening." He glances to Miguel. "You can't get a guitar now?"

Miguel shakes his head, "Nah. Now, how can I make money? I'm always out here, doing random stuff Alicia-rhya asks. Not that I mind, just I don't have free time to figure out a way to get a guitar."

Kenneth sniffs once, eyes still shifting amongst the trio of cubs. He remains silent, letting the conversation flow around him.

Auggie scratches his chin thoughtfully. "After you Rite, you could get a job. Just pick-up work, enough to buy a guitar, and then quit. Not like you're payin' rent or anything." He nods slowly. "I prolly will eventually. I'll wanna get a truck or a van someday."

Taslyn comes tromping down the steps from her room upstairs. "Hello all." As she walks to the kitchen, going after a bottle of water. "How's it going?" She peeks out from the kitchen.

Cole is eating a sandwhich, listening to the conversation from his spot on the couch. "Hey, Tas," he says, smiling to his elder. "It's going good. You?"

Miguel clams up, getting nervous about the amount of people around. He still struggles with shyness at some times.

Auggie nods to the Fianna as she appears, recognizing her from the strange day on the porch. "It's going all right," he says evenly. "Just sittin' and talkin'. Nothing major."

Kenneth glances over his shoulder as Taslyn comes down the stairs, moving out of her way with a sidestep from the bottom of the stairwell. Once she passes by, he moves right back into place. "Talkin' about him wanting to get a guitar," he informs the cliath with a nod of indication to Miguel. The Slord's voice is colored with an undertone of restrained restlessness.

Taslyn comes to the doorway and leans on it. "A guitar? You play?" It seems that there is something else behind her question more than just curiousness.

Miguel nods in acknowledgment, "Yeah, since I was a pretty little guy. My father played. I'm David Miguel Corona, galliard cub, children of Gaia."

Taslyn bows her head to Miguel. "Taslyn Forrester, Defends-Her-Worth, Fianna half-moon." She smiles. "My sister may want to meet you. Says she plays a drum... A Bondu... Or something like that. Anyway, I need to get her out a meeting some people."

Kenneth returns with, "Kenneth Saitou-Sardelis, Edgewalker, Philodox cub of the Shadow Lords." Straightening up in his posture, the cub steadily gazes at the other. "Don't see you around much, David."

Miguel looks away from Kenneth slightly, unsure what he meant exactly by the last comment, "Well, I tend to not be out here a lot. I prefer to be out in the forest as much as possible as a wolf."

Taslyn sips at her bottle of water. "An admirable thing, David." She moves to one of the chairs. "Always like to spend some time out there myself. But would you mind if I told my sister that you play?"

Cole shakes his head, coming out of a momentary reverie. "Huh," he asks,irrespective of whether someone was actually addressing him.

Kenneth tilts his chin up ever so slightly when Miguel doesn't meet his gaze. "I see. A good thing, knowing your way around in the wolf." Seemingly satisfied, he shifts his gaze to Cole for a second or two.

Miguel nods to Taslyn, "Not at all, I always enjoy playing music. I just need to find a way to get my guitar from my father's house... or get a job and buy a new one."

"Good." She smiles to Miguel. "Anybody else that meets Brynna... Please, help her feel welcome. She's had a tough time of it." As Taslyn speaks of her sister.

Cole gives a nod, finishing off his dinner. "Sure thing, Tas," he responds, wiping crumbs from his chin with the back of one hand.

Kenneth looks back to Miguel quickly. "If you ask one of the ragabashes around, bet they can steal the guitar for you without your father even knowing it. And, I never met Brynna. She's a kin?"

Taslyn nods. "Yeah. Fianna kin." As she leans back in her chair. "She's staying at the brownstone with me until we get her adjusted."

Cole sets his plate down, smiling. "Hm. Glad that you got whatever mess it was that day sorted out, Tas."

Miguel nods in deference to the elder Garou, and also raises a hand to wave goodbye to Kenneth, "I believe I'm going to slip away. I am supposed to help Auggie soon with something for Alicia-rhya."

Taslyn takes a deep breath. "Well... To tell the truth. I didn't know I had a sister until she told me. My father and I never spoke much." She looks to Miguel. "Hey, check in on Brynna sometime. Sure she'd like to meet another music player."

Kenneth tips his head to Miguel bidding him goodbye, though he keeps in line with the conversation about Taslyn's sister. "What is Brownstone?" he asks, wanting to satisfy a piece of curiosity.

"The brownstone is a building in the city." Taslyn explains. "Signe and a lot of the get live there as well, as well and Jess and Me. And now Brynna."

Cole raises a brow. He wasn't aware of the Get living at the Brownstone. He decides not to make any smart comments, though. Who says he's not learning to hold his tongue.

"Fianna and Get living together?" Kenneth queries, his doubt obvious.

Taslyn takes in a deep breath. "Well, yes. I'm married to one." As she looks to the others. "You are gonna find out sooner or later. I'm gay." As she waits for the obvious sideways glances and all.

Cole shoots a smile over at his friend, followed by a thumbs up, as the ever-irreverent Galliard lets his opinion be known.

Kenneth blinks once at Taslyn. "You're gay?" he echoes, a brow lifting. Another blink later, he looks away from the other halfmoon. "When did you figure it out?" he asks, the question coldly neutral.

"That I was gay?" Taslyn takes a deep breath. "Well, I never felt like I belonged with the boys. I just... I met a girl named Julie and she and I just clicked. It felt right. So we takes for a while... Until my Rite. She and I kinda broke it off after that and I went my own way. Ended up here and met Jess soon after."

Cole just listens on, not having much to contribute.

Silence from the Shadow Lord shrouds him. Then, Kenneth asks, "Does it bother you that your being gay, might put a slight damper on the fact that the Garou are a dying race and we need all the help we can get?" He looks back at the cliath halfmoon, eyes meeting hers.

Taslyn pats her belly. "I'm pregnant as well." she leans forward to look at the cub. "Still doing what I have to for Gaia." She manages a weak smile. "Wasn't ready to be pregnant, but Alpha said my time was now. So I did my best to become this way."

Kenneth appropriately looks down where the Fianna pats her stomach, then back up. He turns his head, chin lifting slightly in a show of throat. "Touche," he replies with a mild upturn of his lip. "But that would also mean you found a guy."

Taslyn licks at her lips. "I found a kin to screw me was all." She shakes her head, "I am still dedicated to my wife."

"Well it's good to know Garou aren't all fast and loose," Kenneth remarks, rolling a shoulder. "But sounds like kinfolk might be."

Cole listens on, only the way his gaze goes back and forth between the pair showing that he's doing so.

Taslyn bites at her lip a little. "No. The kin has a girlfriend... Ashley the Fury." She sighs as this all begins to sound like an episode of "How the Garou Turns".

"Who's a friendly piece of work," the cub comments, in an acidic tone, under his breath.

"She knew of it all. Sean was only doing his duty for the tribe." Taslyn says, not really fully believing it for herself. "Ashley gave up her boyfriend giving her his first child... So that I could have one. That's a lot to ask for."

Kenneth gazes between the two, and then he just laughs. "That's great," he comments, his meaning to be sarcastic sliding through his tone, at the same time bitterly cynical.

Cole's smirk withers as Taslyn brings up that other point. "Yeah, really."

Taslyn nods almost in agreement with Kenneth. "Could we talk about something else?" As she gives a bit of a pained laugh. "Anything... Other than this."

Kenneth shrugs again, and luckily, can change the subject. "A'ight. Well, you know Lucas? He's joined up with my tribe now."

A smile comes over Taslyn's face. "That's a good thing to hear. Every cub needs a family."

That surprises the Shadow Lord. "Now that's something. Didn't think anyone would be happy about it," Kenneth notes, his eyes scanning the other halfmoon's face to see if she's being false.

Taslyn cocks her head to one side. "Why wouldn't I be? If Lucas has found a place where he is comfortable and thinks he belongs... Then I am happy for him." She speaks in complete truth. "I'm not like the traditional Fianna who believe the Get are the end all of our lives because of a piece of land so many years ago. I think we all have a place and when we are in that place we can do great things."

Shaking his head, Kenneth sweeps over to the couch and sits. "Didn't think so. Everyone expects halfmoons to be all traditional and stuff, but so far it seems like this place is far from it."

Taslyn shrugs. "I'm gay.. .remember? How traditional can I be?" As she grins at the other.

"You know Rusty at all? He's a Fianna," Kenneth asks, not exactly returning the grin. "Think he's walkin' the rainbow path too."

Taslyn chuckles. "Yes. I know Rusty. Just as I know Signe and Adrian as well. There are a bunch of us around." She grins at the cub. "Not much I talk about though... Tends to get people giving me funny looks."

Kenneth screws up a side of his lip. "Couldn't be worse than having the Curse," he replies straightforwardly. "I don't know why I never really noticed it before. Y'know, the people looking at you like you're a... well a wolf."

Taslyn nods her head. "They don't know it. They just feel... Uneasy around us. Like something gives them the willies."

Kenneth shrugs again, but somewhere along those lines of thought, he looks disappointed - frustrated. "Yeah. They don't call it a Curse without a reason, after all." He looks away, eyes narrowed and lips drawing thin. "But we're not human anyway, so we shouldn't worry about that sort of thing."

Taslyn looks down at the floor some. "I believe there are bits of us that are human. Because we love and need our fellow man around us. I believe there is more to us that just Rarr Wolf."

Kenneth shakes his head. "We're not wolves either," he argues back quietly. "We're Garou. We're werewolves, beyond wolf and beyond man. Abstract as hell, but you gotta admit it's what we are."

Taslyn nods. "You are thinking... And that is a good thing." As she stretches and yawns. "And I need to get to bed."