2/2/2005

07:02 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.

Obvious exits:
Elevator

The elevator roars to life as someone in on their way in.

Kenneth is hunched on the couch, one knee clutched up at his chest and jacket draped over his shoulders. Hair wet from what looks like a recent shower, the halfmoon flips through the various channels in search of a station that doesn't display reality TV or news. While one hand holds the remote, the other holds and squeezes a small, dark blue stress ball.

Dillen comes in, stopping at the door for a moment. "Hey. Know anything good?" Dillen stands with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"That our President looks like a monkey?" Kenneth replies, not flipping the channels as quickly when the Get enters. "But yeah, whispered in a couple of ears. You?"

Dillen gives a shrug. "Basically, Gunnar told me that Lucas had to want to help himself before we could help him." He walks over and flops down on the couch. "Maybe we can fake a rite or something." He frumps.

Kenneth makes no comment at first, switching channels again as an infomercial comes up. Finally he leaves it on some random movie, and looks over to the Get. "Better'n what Jamethon said. He said I should challenge Lucas to a fight to the death, or submission. But he says he might have an idea. It'd just require Lucas' cooperation, and... a balanced philodox." The stressball in his hand gets squeezed more intently. "Stacey, though... Stacey I told everything. She knows the 'Deep Dark Secret', and came up here yesterday to see how Lucas was. Now I know Lucas don't wanna kack it like this either, so it's not like he isn't going to resist us if we dragged him somewhere. But... we gotta get him checked out. I can't sense the Wyrm, but no one eats people without ending up a little fucked."

Dillen runs a hand through his hair. "So kick him into submission... Damn. We need a theurge. One that knows sense Wyrm and cleansing." He shakes his head for a bit. "So what does Stacey think? She know something that we don't?"

"An ahroun will always be an ahroun," Kenneth mutters sourly. "We could help kick his ass down when he frenzies, but Stacey thinks... aside from jus' getting Lucas under control, we gotta 'be there' for him. Maybe keep him out of the city when the moon's fat, or at least keep a close eye on him when it is." Remarkably calm considering the moon phase, Ken squishes the ball in his hand slowly. "I'm damn sure Jamethon knows some kind of trick up his sleeve. He's a theurge, how can he not? But yeah. I'm thinkin' we don't have much longer, so we better get things arranged and done, somehow, if we're gonna ask him."

"Maybe we should tell him this. Like he has no choice." Dillen looks over to Kenneth. "It's either us or death." Dillen looks like he really doesn't like the second choice. "We have to talk to Lucas..."

Kenneth tosses the remote onto the table. "He /already/ knows. He's drugged and chained up, but he's not dumb. I told you, I talked to him already. And like hell I'll let anyone get to him without going through me." He looks over to the galliard finally, eyes black and clouded like the sky in a calm before the storm. "Lucas /wants/ to stick it out. And that's no lie."

Dillen nods his head. "I know he feels that way. But what he needs is to know that we are there and want to help him with this." He looks up to Lucas' room. "Or we let him go."

"He can't make his own decisions when he's not doped up to hell and back," Kenneth rumbles in disatisfaction. "But I've already started fadin' the dose back a bit with the moon gettin' smaller." The philodox curls his upper lip slightly, but otherwise doesn't look like he's going to burst into another fit of temper. "Stacey's willing to help how she can too."

Dillen nods slowly in thought. "Keep doing that. But make it a little faster if you can?" Dillen sighs. "We don't have much time."

Kenneth slips his knee back down. "If? Of course I can. I can cut it cold turkey right now." The halfmoon stands, as if he were actually to act on his words, but he hesitates. There is a degree of thought, and then he looks back to the Get. "Jamethon's your side of the family. Think you should get in touch with him too, and ask him when he can do whatever it was he said he might think of doin' to Lucas."

Dillen nods his head. "I will do that. Thanks for talking to him." Dillen gives a slight smile and looks up to Lucas' room. "Give him another day... I hope I will get to talk to Signe and James before he comes full sober." Dillen bites some at his lip and turns to look back to Kenneth. "Means a lot what you are doing. To me and Lucas." He gives a slight smile and kidding-punches Kenneth in the shoulder.

Kenneth eases back down onto the couch, deciding the night is rather young to be daring the ahroun's temper, drugged or not. "Whatev' man," he replies, a bit too neutrally. "'Sides... once he gets sobered up, I gotta kick his ass. If just for causin' all this trouble." The philodox glances sideways at the Get, and smirks.

Dillen cannot help but chuckle at that. "Dude. Do I get a shot at this? Already took Alpha from him. He ain't gonna be happy about that." Dillen gives a grin. "But might be good for him to fight some." Then he gets serious. "Just be sure you kick his ass."
Kenneth's smirk fades with mention of the Alphaship. He shrugs one shoulder, and turns back to the television. "Yeah," he mumbles. "Better." The remote is swiped back up, and the philodox flips through the channels again. "Oh yeah," he suddenly remembers. "Stacey left a sub in the fridge for you. Since Lucas couldn't eat it."

Dillen raises a bit of a brow. "Do you believe that you should be Alpha?" Dillen asks in all seriousness, with no hint of self-absorbed nature to it. He genuinely wants to know.

"I believe," Kenneth starts to reply, then trails as he makes sure to think before he speaks, "that the strongest of the pack leads the pack. And in a war pack... an ahroun traditionally is the leader. But as with all leaders, they must be tested. And if they aren't fit to lead, take 'em down." He looks back over to the galliard, to see if this answer is sufficient.

Dillen gives a bit of a bittersweet smile. "Yeah. I know how you feel." He bites at his lip some and nods, "Gonna see if I can find Signe-Rhya or James-Rhya." He lets out a long breath. "We will do this." He says with all the confidence in the world.

"Or else," Kenneth chips in ominously. After another couple of channel flips, he waves the remote towards the kitchen. "Don't forget your sandwich. And there's a stress ball for you too. Courtesy of that ... that Stacey." Perhaps it's simply the moon, though the halfmoon sounds unsettled every time he mentions the Child of Gaia.

Dillen walks over and pulls the sandwich from the fridge. "Thanks. May try and get up with her as well." He lifts the sandwich in a wave. "We'll be okay. I promise." His hand hits the button of the elevator and he walks into it as the doors open.