8/28/2004

04:56 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (87% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 71 degrees Fahrenheit (21 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.16 and falling, and the relative humidity is 70 percent. The dewpoint is 61 degrees Fahrenheit (16 degrees Celsius.)

Converted Warehouse - Shadow's End(#3589RAJh)

Track lighting along the 30 foot skylighted ceiling in this spacious complex accents the smaller sconces along the walls every 10 feet or so, keeping the entire area adequately lit, even while allowing shadows to play in odd areas during the night. Over all, the entire effect is dark and post-modern in places, warm and inviting in others. On one side of the lower floor, a spiral staircase leads up to a mezzanine that stretches along one entire side of the place. Two suites with separate baths can be found there, nearly a perfect match to the two downstairs. One of the downstairs suites is larger than the rest, though all of them seem excellently appointed. The end of the apartment nearest the entrance contains a large rec room with a comfortable-looking sofa, several leather recliners and a high-end entertainment system. The other end of the apartment contains an impressive workout room, complete with free weights, and other assorted fitness equipment. The center of the lower floor contains an open kitchen area. A sprawling, dark-grey counter surrounds a set of expensive-looking burnished appliances. Charcoal grey carpeting covers the floor and huge, vertical blinds hang near the workout area, covering windows that stretch halfway to the ceiling and overlook the river.

Contents:
No-Fear
Obvious exits:
Elevator

With the moon in full sway, the Ahroun has become harder and harder to catch out of his room. With Jarred on a brief break and Cutter never around, Lucas would have free reign of the warehouse, but well, he's simply too broody right now to skulk around. So, with the music playing behind the shut door of his room, the cub isn't to be seen, only heard.

The loft elevator might not be audible through the sounds of music, but it cranks away nonetheless. The door opens, and deposits a not quite as skulky, but tired and sweaty Kenneth, trudging in with his tennis bag. The luggage is thrown without a care a few feet from the door. Not seeing Lucas in immediate view, he calls out. "Yo! Who's here?"

The answer is something akin to a higher-pitched drone, until it gets louder and goes on longer than a musical note should. Deep and muffled by the thickness of the doors and walls, the familiar ear shouldn't have trouble picking out the sound of a lupine howl.

Kenneth cocks his head, following the sound of the howl and music until he comes to the ahroun's room. In front, he knocks loudly, respecting the other cub's space. "What're you doin' in there?"

Having to raise his voice, all the Ahroun utters is a loud, dismissive chuff, follows by a louder half-growl and half-gwaff. Somewhere, it vaguely translates to come in, though without seeing body movement and posture, it's hard to understand.

Given the lack of communicative ability, Kenneth rolls his eyes at the door and goes to turn the knob. The door opens wide enough to give him an angular view of the room inside, and perhaps a section of the ahroun. Head turning with the loud music suddenly unmuffledly blasting its way out, the philodox looks for a blue-eyed wolf rather than a sulky teen.

It's amazing he hasn't blow out his lupine eardrums with the music, but then, they're flatten straight back against his skull. The big black brute is sprawled out on his bed, half laying across a pillow. Thankfully for his bed, he hasn't taken a larger form than lupus, but given the hum of Rage that comes off of him, it might be a bad idea if he had. He watches the halfmoon out of one blue eye and chuffs, wondering where you've been.

Kenneth gives a shake of his head, going over to turn down the sound before his own eardrums blow out. He leaves the tunes on, though, and takes a seat nearby on an available section of chair or floor. "Had t'ditch scene for a bit. I think maybe I proved that milk cartons and missing children mailings actually do work." His eyes avert. "You?"

No-Fear wrinkles his muzzle in a grimace and snorts. With a sound creak of his bed underneath him, Lucas goes about shifting his form with a bit of a jerk when he hits Crinos like the form didn't want to change. "Training. Jarred's been keeping me busy. You missed it. That kin girl was here, Xia. To see Jarred, though when I told her he wasn't here, she decided to hang around and chat."

"What exactly did I miss?" Kenneth queries, eyes returning to the ahroun once he's shifted to birthform. "Did she want something from him?"

Lucas hunches up his shoulders and gives his forearm a scratch, frowning just slightly. "She didn't say, just took over the couch and the TV and decided to lecture me on the importance of impressing people."
Kenneth cracks a smile, wry in every way. "She did, did she? Did'ja blow her off?"

"I certainly gave her the impression I didn't feel like having her just hang around. When I asked if I could give Jarred her message, she just shrugged, said she's get ahold of him and left." Lucas responds dryly.

Kenneth's smile pares down to a smirk. "Figures. She's a real bitch like that, no doubt. So whatcha been up to, training-wise? Probably gettin' real good at the sword hunh?"

"Better." Lucas says, "Still need practice, of course. Jarred says I'm doing good tho', so I'll take his word for it."

Kenneth laughs aloud though his tone carries an undertone of cynicism. "Jarred probably says that to every cub that comes along. Y'think he figures so long as you don't get good enough to kick his ass, he'll flatter you to keep you down." The philodox pauses though, bottom lip pursing lightly. "Then again, he could really mean it."

"At least they keep you guessing. Forces you to do better, just in case they're lying." Lucas smirks slowly, which fades as he goes after an itch, this time on his shoulder. "Damn moon..." He mutters. "Makes me all twitchy."

Kenneth narrows an eye and scratches his arm. "Damn, don't mention it. I know the feelin'. You seem to be getting better at not going ape-shit, at least. Either that, or I've just been away for too long." He stares at the ahroun. "You didn't kill anyone while I was gone did you?"

"Yeah, well, nothing to get pissed at around here. Except maybe the toaster." Lucas says as he quirks up a brow. "And no, I didn't kill anyone. Though Natalie nearly killed me when I went to the mansion to talk to her. She wasn't... happy."

"You mean that one time you went to tell her you thought the Walkers were a piece of crap and didn't want to join 'em?" Kenneth raises a brow in inquiry. "Or this some other time?"

Lucas says "I was giving her my reasons, mostly not because she was owed them. I just wanted to point out my problems.""

Kenneth straightens up slowly, curiosity gnawing on his bones. "What'd you say? Figure you said something more subtle than 'Your tribe's whacked'."

Lucas gives a nearly impatient sigh. "No, I didn't tell her they were all full of shit. I told her I felt abandoned, yes, then she went on whining about all I had to do was call and they would have brought me back, and accused me of needing someone to hold my hand. Lucky for her then, it was the new moon, and Jeremy was around. I actually like their kin and didn't want to gut him. Not that Natalie matters anymore... Marcus is elder now."

Kenneth's two brows arch up. "Didn't you say Marcus was fucked in the head?" He taps his temple for added effect. "Musta lost to him in a fight or something hunh?"

Lucas shakes his head, "No, even more pathetic. She handed it over when he asked. She didn't want to be Elder, so she gave that crackpot the reins."

"Christ." Kenneth sticks his tongue out in an all too lupine expression of distaste. "Talk about weak. Who's their kin... Jeremy, you said? What's he like?"

"Top class nerd." Lucas says with a sigh, "Annoying at times, but he helped teach me. Then there's Emily." There's a brief pause, "She's the only one there who really likes me, even if I freak her out most of the month. Unfortunatly, she just got married to Marcus."

Kenneth soaks in the report like a dry sponge to water, eyes kept intently on the ahroun. "Nerd, hunh? Go figure. Computer-stuff's all in the Walker court anyway. As for Emily... can't say I remember her too well. Think I might've seen her once at the farmhouse... yeah." The halfmoon shrugs. "Hopefully Marcus doesn't come out with any crackpot kids."

Lucas wrinkles his nose in obvious disgust and there's a crackle of Rage in his expressions, but the beast doesn't go rearing it's ugly head - yet. "Emily doesn't come out to the farm unless she's heavily drugged, and then it was only to see me. She's too sensitive to Rage."

"So you don't get to see her anymore or what?" Kenneth plays foil, parrying off the ahroun's Ragey tension with a carefully tailored mask of apathy, thinly veiled as it may be. "Rina's pretty cool, for Walker-kin."

"I see Emily sometimes." Lucas says, "Mostly in passing. The Walkers don't want her around me, despite what she said about them not caring. Rina I never got a chance to meet."

"Doubt she'd handle the two of us too well hunh, that Emily," Kenneth muses aloud. "Ragey bastards that we are." The philodox smiles again, though the expression is dwarfed by a menacing glimmer of his eyes. "You gonna head back to the Farmhouse on Monday, or are you stayin' here?"

Lucas rubs the back of his neck with another airy snort, "I dunno. Guess I need to see if Jarred'll let me go or he wants to teach me more. I could use a break, maybe spend some time out in the woods as a wolf."

Kenneth leans back against the chair he sits on, shrugging nonchalantly. "He'd let you go if you asked. Doesn't seem like the type to deny cubs much unless it goes against The Rules. Could spend some time out there myself."

Lucas nods onces, "Besides, no use hanging around here on a full moon. I don't need to be gutting strange bystanders."

"Or pizza guys," Kenneth notes with a slim line of amusement. "Strange bystanders might be a touch worse than innocent animal."

"Kill the pizza guy and they'll stop delivering." The Ahroun says with an attempt at a joke, but his Rage hampers the amusement in his voice.

"Yeah, that'd be a bummer on business /and/ sustainence." Kenneth agrees. "So we gonna stay inside all day, or do you ever go out to clear your sinuses some?"

Lucas rolls back his shoulders as he replies, "I was out earlier this morning to get some air. Why, have somewhere to go?"

Kenneth shakes his head. "Nah, not really. I figure, 2 weeks should be enough to cool the police down a bit. Last thing I wanted to do is stick around here and watch TV though. But if you're not doin' anything, then guess I'll jump on the weights."

Lucas cracks a few of his knuckles, "Well, best I don't go out that door unless we're being driven out to the farm - much as it bugs me to stay cooped up in here."

Rolling his eyes, Kenneth couples it with a roll of his shoulders. "Way I see it, you should just say 'fuck it' and go out. Really. Like, catch a movie or something. No one's gonna mess with you, right? And you can't live, thinking you're going to pop a cork at just any random body all the time."

Lucas snorts sourly and he gets up off his bed. "Yeah, suppose so. I just rather not slaughter random people because they cut in front of me in line."

Kenneth actually chuckles, but it contains little humor. "Maybe if you kill off a few, people'll think twice before cuttin' in." Sarcasm aside, the philodox stands up as well. "Think about it. You gonna hide in your room every time a full moon's out? Gotta do something about it, you know. Balance out the beast with something."

"I know, I know." The Ahroun grumbles, "I just gotta learn to keep my cool. I am doing better than I was."

Kenneth again shrugs a shoulder. "So long as you know. There's nothin' else you can do about what you've been given. Bet once you're in the heat of battle, that Rage'll be a lifesaver."

"I'll tell you after I'm done saving your ass." Lucas remarks, this time with a honest smirk of joking. "Well, if you're dying to go out we can, but you're cleaning up any accidental messes."

Kenneth snorts once, a dubious eye going to the ahroun. "More like I'll be the one who's gotta beat you down for losin' it on the field. But yeah. You wanna catch a movie? There's gotta be something good out. AVP, something."