1/13/2005

07:45 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

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:
Jarred
Obvious exits:
Elevator

The lift doors slide open and let in a brief gust of cool air carried in from the outside. Lucas walks in with his arms folded across his chest and a pensive frown on his face, muttering to himself. "Bridge Street Boys... gotta talk to Harold..."

Kenneth looks over to the lift the moment it starts to grind its gears. Caught half way in drinking a glass of water, he shifts his eyes from ceiling to ahroun. "What about 'em?" he asks afterwards, though there is an indication that he knows more than the question implies.

"Mmm, well there you are." Lucas responds with little enthusiasm. "Well, it seems Havoc got it in their heads to go take out the Bridge Streets Boys all by their oneses, and in their fervor, failed to remember a minor detail we like to call the Veil. Signe and Emma shifted and failed to kill everyone who saw. The police are also suspicious now that the guys were killed by 'teeth and claws' instead of things like knives."

Kenneth sets the glass down after another sip. "What do you mean 'there you are?'" He stares through the fullmoon, expression kept at a frigid neutral.

Lucas gives his hand a dismissing wave. "You're just hard to find. In any case, Megan wants us on the case and to inform her of anything we find. If the chance occurs we can discretly snuff some of the ones who suspect anything, then we can. She also wants any new cases of possessions to be contained. She has some gift she wants to try."

Jarred emerges from his bedroom, a grimace upon his face. "Nice of Megan to consult me before handing out assignments to my tribe."

"Heard about that one, vaguely," Kenneth replies with a look back to his glass of water. "Dillen's goin' on and on about silver bullets and stuff, and if nothin' else he wants alphaship of the pack before you freak the fuck out and kill us." He pauses as Jarred appears. "Drink?"

Lucas furrows his brows tight and scowls. "Silver bullets? /Silver/?! What, he think I got it out for him or something?"

Kenneth shakes his head. "No, the silver shit is from the Bridge Street gang. Since Havoc tossed 'em in glabro or worse, means they've got silver in tow. As for Dillen, he just thinks you're too wild card to be alpha." He sweeps his glass into the sink. "And that's something I ain't gonna claim that's a lie. But I'm also thinking he's sore because we got Fenris, and he's a Get."

Lucas relaxes slightly and heads for the couch which he plunks down on. "Sounds like we need some recon work done on these guys, then. Harold might have found out something. If not, I can ping my old street friends and see what they know."

Kenneth holds up a hand. "Jus' /why/ was Havoc deciding to go after these guys when Signe'd told us it was cool if we worked with 'em?"

Lucas shrugs up his shoulders. "Boredom? I have no idea. You'd have to ask Signe that question. We're involved in it now, regardless."

Kenneth drops down his hand, head shaking with a snort. "Well whatever. But if we're gonna recon, we better do it quietly. I get the feelin' that Megan is sittin' like a Princess on a Pea about this, and if we want that territory we better get in quick.

Lucas nods his head slowly and stifles a yawn. "We just gotta be careful not to spread ourselves. The Wharf has proven to have enough excitement so far."

Kenneth makes his way over to the couch as well, a brief glance going to the black TV screen before he sits gingerly on a cushion away. "Dillen's Beta," remarks the philodox after a pause.

Lucas raises up an eyebrow as he looks to the Philodox. "Oh? He challenged you?"

"It was decided," Kenneth dodges with eyes still kept on the screen. "And he'd probably keep on about it 'til he was in a position to bite at your ankles." Though he hasn't said what happened, the philodox looks 'resolved' about it.