1/14/2005

05:59 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:
Dillen
Lucas
Obvious exits:
Elevator

*Crunch* Mmmm, carrot sticks. Organic carrot sticks. Yum. Lucas is sitting on the couch with a bag of them, poking the channel button on the remote at a rapid channel-surfing pace. There's several hundred channels, that's a lot of ground to cover.

Emerging from his room (a standard practice now for the halfmoon), Kenneth comes down from the stairwell, lured by sounds of television and hunger pains himself. "Anything good on?" he asks from atop the stairwell. After a closer peering, he smirks from seeing the carrot sticks.

The elevator door opens and in comes Dillen. He has his hands shoved into his pockets and looks at Lucas. "Hey." He says quietly and steps inside. "How is?" He looks a little nervous being here, looking at Lucas.

"Never is. Cable's not worth the cost. Buy movies." Lucas murmurs from the couch and bites off half of a stick, chewing with what seems a great deal of effort regarding the snack. "What's up, Dillen?" He then asks with a look over his shoulder.

Kenneth shrugs. "That's what books are for," he notes before making his way down towards the couch, sparing Dillen a brief chin-tilt. "Y'sure you don't want any ranch sauce with that, Lucas?" the halfmoon asks with a snake's smile.

Dillen comes up behind Kenneth and pops him in the back of the head, already feeling better. "Not much. Just thought I'd check in on you two."

Lucas sighs and scowls at the bag. "Jarred din't buy any of the organic kind. I gotta write his shopping list next time." He finishes off the stick he's on and folds up the bag. "Either of you guys up to anything?"

Kenneth's hand automatically comes up to protect his head, only a second late after the impact. He spins around, the smile wiped off instead for the spreading hood and fangs bared. "The fuck was that for?!" he demands, eyes burning with a sudden prickle of Rage at the Get. Lucas' question doesn't register in the philodox's ears as he stares hard and cold at Dillen.

Dillen steps over and sits down in a chair, looking at the others. "Teasing him like that. Get of it." He points a finger at Lucas. "So we all have our fucking problems. How about finding ways around them?" He gives a great big sigh. "At least yours aren't used against you in battle."

"Kenneth, don' make me shove one of these carrots up your nose." Lucas grunts and pushes himself up off the couch, turning off the television. "Seems we're all in lovely moods tonight." He grumbles in a way that includes himself in the observation.

Kenneth throws his hand back to his side, teeth gritting as he jerks his gaze off of Dillen and onto Lucas. That flare of defiance shows in his gaze. Seconds afterwards, he schools his face back to a tight neutral and stalks off towards the kitchen. "No freakin' wonder Joey wanted out," he growls aloud, passing Dillen with a decent distance between them.

Dillen jumps up to his feet and pushes Kenneth. "You want out too... Then fuck off." He stands there, staring at the other. "Maybe I should have dropped you off the roof."

Lucas knits his brows and frowns as he looks between the two. "HEY!" He barks out, his Rage backing the growl in his voice. "Knock it the fuck off! Now what the hell is going on?"

Kenneth stands with hand on the fridge door, not opening it just yet. "Nothing," he replies tensely with eyes locked on the metal door. "Nothing's going on." The philodox swallows down whatever other words were threatening to be coughed out.

Dillen growls and looks to Lucas. "Kenneth decided couple days ago that he wanted to challenge me. He lost." He flops back down into the chair and lets out a deep puff of breath. "Otherwise... I would have dropped him off the roof. So he's sore about losing."

"If the challenge was done, that accept it or challenge again." Lucas says in the direction of Kenneth before adding, "I might not be the one to say it, but I think we've done quite enough fighting amongst ourselves. We have a job from the Sept Alpha. We need to work together and do what we've been told to do."

Kenneth jerks open the fridge door and clinks a few items around inside, but in the end his appetite has soured as much as his mood. The fridge door is shut with surprising calm compared to the way it was opened. "This isn't about the Fucking challenge," he hisses between tight teeth. "I was over that. Now it's about not being able to trust."

Dillen raises a brow. "Trust?" Dillen sighs. "What the hell is the matter with trust now? If anybody in the pack shouldn't trust someone... It's me. And that bane shit." he waves his hands in the air. "Nevermind. Screw that." He looks to Lucas with a breath. "What from the Alpha?"

Lucas stares hard at Kenneth before directing his stare to Dillen. "Right now I just want to know what's going on. Kenneth, either quite being ambiguous or swallow it. What's up?"

Kenneth swats a hand through the air like the question is an annoying fly. "I had a run in with Joey this afternoon. We talked a bit. Told her I was cool with her not being in the pack, s'her choice." He levels his stare at Dillen. "What I don't like, is not knowin' I'm going to get smacked upside the head for no fuckin' reason. But whatever. I'm omega right? That's my job." Sarcasm meter at the max, Kenneth wipes off a corner of his lip and looks back to Lucas, attentions back on the ahroun now.

Dillen lets out a growl. "I hit you upside the head because you were picking on Lucas. Ya know... I don't launch into teasing you about your dick man. But It seems whenever you are around you launch into whatever is wrong with us. Give it a rest." The mention of Joey turns Dillen's face completely sour. "Kenneth. If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen."

Lucas looks increasing frustrated and unconvinced as he sets his jaw. "I'll make us all sit in a circle if we have to and take turns telling each other our big, dark secrets if everyone'll feel better afterward if trust is the big issue. As far as Joey goes, I think we've quite driven /that/ subject into the ground, and frankly, I'm sick of talking about it."

"And I'm no ragabash, but if you can't take a joke about yourself then your panties are tighter than mine," Kenneth quips back, tone acidic. His eyes flick back to Lucas. "She's not in the pack, but she's the only one I know about who's supposed to actually /be/ a scout. I'm jus' lettin' you know because I ran into her today 's all." The notion of dark secret confession circles is all but ignored.

Dillen just tosses his head back against the chair. "Forget it." He sighs deeply. "What did the alpha say.. Please?"

"Fine, you talked to Joey." Lucas says with exasperation, trying to end the discussion. "Megan wants Requiem to hit the streets and find out more on the Bridge Street Gang. They're witnesses to a Veil Breach and need to be taken down, but we can't just rush in. They whipped Havoc in Glabro and maybe more, they could be armed with silver. We need to find out what they know and what they're packing and report to the Alpha. I asked her, and if we can take a guy or two down safely and cleanly, we can do so."

Kenneth shrugs again, his gaze breaking off from both packmates. "So, let's do it then. Not like we aren't smart, or not tough enough to get in and out."

"Yeah. I heard about the silver bit." Dillen shakes his head. "Veil breach? That sucks. She say who?" He leans forward to rest his hands on his knees. "So we try and get inside the group? With silver we have to be smart... get to them from the inside.

"Signe and Emma are the ones who shifted and got whipped." Lucas says, "So obviously these aren't just a bunch of punks with switchblades. Most important, besides finding out about them and what they know, is if they told anyone. We know the police are suspicious this is an animal-related attack. Check the tabloids, newspapers, and anything like that, just to see if there's any mention of big dogs, wolves, or strange people in the city, and otherwise keep your ears open."

Kenneth breathes on a hand to keep it warm, but his gears are turning. "News's already got that one. There was a spot about gangs using attack dogs or something. So we go in, chat it up. Or check up who their rivals are, and get in with them. Either way, we can't all three go in at the same time. It'd look too weird."

Dillen grits his teeth at the mention of Signe and Emma. He licks his lips slowly and sighs. "Okay. Then who goes..." He looks to the others. "I hate to say it... Lucas, my vote isn't for you to go. Have to be Kenneth or myself."

Lucas nods once. "They may recognize me. Slim chance, but they may. I'm going to chat with Harold and if I need, I have a few contacts in the gang circles who might be of some help. Once we know more we can decide if it's safe to get closer to them. Until them, we can track the other nearby gangs and see what they're talking about."

Kenneth points at himself. "Then it ought to be me," he says with a passing glance to Lucas. "I don't know anyone, but they probably don't know me either. We can split up. Dillen can take one group, I'll take another, and Lucas, you could pull who you know and see if there's anything we'd miss in between."

Dillen looks to Kenneth and nods. "Sounds good to me." Kinda nice how they can start to work together when they need to.

"Then it's settled. If possible, we should all have a chat with Harold, even if it has to be over a speakerphone so we don't give him the creeps." Lucas says, "This way we all hear and can ask him questions."

Kenneth nods slowly, the Rage ebbing back to a less prickled state. "Alright, but who the hell is this Harold you keep talkin' about and how does he know so much about the gangs?"

Dillen looks to Kenneth as if he wanted to slap him again, "He's on the city council. Don't you ever read a paper?"

Lucas glances specifically to Kenneth and speaks quickly on the end of Dillen. "Harold Smiskin, Councilman for Ward 7 and kinfolk to the Wendigo. He has tabs on every gang in this city. Probably the most useful kin we got."

Kenneth is about to spit out again until Lucas clarifies. The halfmoon bites his tongue, forcing a smile and nodding to the pack alpha. "Then we better call up his secretary and make fuckin' appointments." The remark is laced with sarcasm, but meant to be more than that. Dillen is not looked at.

Dillen just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He starts to look at Kenneth and just stops his look, looking back straight at Lucas. He totally stops something he truly wants to say.

"I'll get in touch with Harold then." Lucas says finally and lets out a breath. "Anyone else got buisness to discuss?"

Kenneth holds up a finger. "I don't know 'bout you guys, but next moot I'm actually going to do some payin' attention. Find someone who'll teach me how to keep the clothes on when I shift. Or whatever else there's supposed to be out there."

"Might be good." Dillen says quietly and doesn't add anything else to it.
"We're all going to moot, as a pack." Lucas remarks, "We can make a formal introduction there."

Kenneth finally manages a genuine grin. "Fuck yeah. Bout time we show up like a real crew out there and make 'em stop thinking we're still cubs."

Dillen gives a wry grin. "If we can keep from arguing like the kids we are."

"We're wolves." Lucas says with a shrug. "We fight to keep each other on our toes and work together when we have to. Now, can we all get along, at least for the rest of the night?"

Kenneth sobers. "I don't got complaints for that. Save one. Tonight, no pizza."

"Chinese? Or Thai?" Dillen looks between the two. "I know a place that uses all the right stuff. Cooks it all homemade and good." He smiles. "Maybe watch a movie or something?"

Lucas sighs rather mournfully. "I can't eat it anyway, not unless I wanna hug porcelin. Fuckin' Bloodpelt... I hate this organic-only shit." He says with a sour scowl.

Kenneth passes a glance to the pack alpha, and for the briefest of moments sympathizes. Then to Dillen, "How 'bout sushi? Bout as organic as I'll go. Eatin' fish is supposed to be good for your brain too."

Dillen nods his head. "Same place. They do it all." He smiles. "And the regular food is up your alley, Lucas."

Lucas rubs his hand across the back of his neck. "Long as they don't use MSG..." He says in a way of a joke. "Or other preservatives and chemicals. If you're sure they're clean than we can... or else I'll just bring carrots along."

Kenneth shakes his head, half his face wincing. "Maybe we ought to try makin' trips out to the woods. Do some hunting and stuff, bring it back. That's organic right?"

Dillen shrugs. "They are clean... I have been looking out for places for you." He looks to Kenneth. "Sure. But a little difficult to bring it back... Wouldn't you think?" No malice in those words.

"Cut up what we don't eat and stuff it in the freezer." Lucas shrugs, "Later. We can hang out in the woods for a day or two after the moot, do our hunting then, in case anyone would wanna talk to us."

Kenneth rubs his chin. "Lots and lots of Ziploc baggies. Or we can keep stuff in the farmhouse and move it that way. But that's whatever. Let's see what's on?" He indicates the TV.

Dillen nods and heads for the door. "Works for me." As he shuffles in his pocket for a bit. "Dinner is on me. Tell me what kind of things you want."

"Meat, please, I don't care what kind." Lucas says rather hopefully. "The rest don't matter, just no carrots."

Kenneth arches a brow. "Well if you're payin'... just get two of all the sushi. If you can't cover it, I got it."

Dillen chuckles. "Will do." As he heads out the door. "Hey guys... Yer assholes." He sends in a parting shot and grins, clearly not meaning it.

"Love you too, sunshine." Lucas calls back and sits himself back on the couch and reclaims the remote.

Kenneth rolls his eyes, but says nothing to return and switches to the TV.