4/6/2005

01:48 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (17% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 55 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.96 and falling, and the relative humidity is 71 percent. The dewpoint is 46 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 13:25 Pacific Time on Wed Apr 6 2005.

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 A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall.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:
Dakota
Stacey
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Mar 29)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room  Front Door  STairs  

Kenneth sits upon a chair in the farmhouse living room, in his hands what looks like an old toothbrush and one of his shoes, and beneath him at his feet a bar of soap, a cup of water, and a plate turned upside down upon his black shirt. Clad then in just a white tank for a top, the halfmoon is busily scrubbing away at his shoe.

The sound of the back door sliding open can be heard and light footsteps lead from there into the living room, where Stacey pauses in the doorway. She tilts her head, watching Kenneth, and then smiles. "Hey, Kenneth."

Shortly after Stacey arrives, Dakota descends the stairs in thickly socked feet and covering up a yawn. She looks like she was napping recently, or has every intention of it. Her eyes are faintly darkened from tiredness and she has her hair pulled back and clipped messily at the back of her head. The two younger Cliath are spotted and the Theurge gives them both a quiet sort of hello.

Kenneth pauses in his shoescrubbing when he hears the backdoor open, turning his head to look over his shoulder. When he sees Stacey, the Shadow Lord gives her a nod. "Hey Stace." Back to rapid toothbrushings, he scrubs the brush a little over the bar of soap below him, and then goes back to washing the shoe. Dakota arrives from up top, and he looks up again. The halfmoon's eyes flicker from the pregnant Child to his shoe, then back again. "Yo." There is a significantly longer pause now that the two Coggies are in, and he looks back down to his footwear. "About yesterday..." he starts to say.

Stacey smiles at the Theurge. "Hey, Dakota, doing okay?" she asks, and then continues on into the living room, flopping down on the couch. As Kenneth starts to speak, she looks over to him, smiling and looking faintly curious.

"Tired. Want these kids out." Dakota mumbles midway through another yawn as she aims for her favorite chair in the living room which she settles into. Kenneth's statement is given an openly curious look, but she waits to say anything until after the Shadow Lord has spoken.

Idle, slow scrubbings try to stall for time, but eventually Kenneth looks up at the two Children. ".. Thanks." The word is almost mumbled, yet just clear enough to be heard properly in the quiet of the farm. And the Shadow Lord doesn't exactly specify for what, but suddenly finds great vigor in scrubbing off a mudstain on his shoe.
Stacey smiles at Kenneth. "You're welcome," she says softly, "I was happy to do what I could to help." She glances over at Dakota, and then settles back farther into the couch, trying to get comfortable.

Dakota gives her shoulders a faint shrug and a brief sort of smile touches the corner of her mouth. "It's nothing. I have the gift so I use it on those who need it. It's just good to see your pack wouln't be disbanding."

Kenneth stops his scrubbing again, a flicker of a grimace passing over his face like an invisble, fleeting shadow. "It's for the good of the Sept," he utters lowly, in a tone that belies his true feelings about it. "Fenris pack lead by and dominated with Fenris members... 's how it should be." Finally determining the shoe is as clean as it's going to get without having unwanted holes in it, he drops that one down and picks up the other. Then he looks up at Stacey. "Funny though, we don't have an ahroun in the pack."

Stacey watches Kenneth with a rather neutral expression as he speaks, nodding a bit at the talk of Fenris. When he mentions not having an Ahroun, she frowns slightly and shifts her position on the couch, as though uncomfortable, then she smiles. "You'll find one in no time, I'm betting," she says, trying to sound encouraging.

"Well, to my knowledge, the only unpacked Ahrouns are Seeker, Reggie, Michael, and you, Stacey." Dakota says as she ticks the names off on her fingers. "KL and Tamara aren't official sept members yet, last I knew."

"Yea, and Seeker's the Warder, KL's some Fury, Tamara's a metis," Kenneth mutters. The Shadow Lord scrubs a bit harder at a stubborn stain, dipping the toothbrush into the watercup, then brushing over the soap a bit more before applying it to shoe. "But whatever," he utters with a shrug of his shoulders, sitting back and examining the shoe before looking up. "He an' Dillen are worth an ahroun or two. An' you two are pretty taken already anyway. You got your own plans Stace, and you're in the Honor pack yeah?" The latter is directed to Dakota, naturally.

Stacey glances over at Dakota with a look that seems to say 'you're not helping' as Dakota mentions her name, but then looks back to Kenneth, nodding. "You guys are all pretty good fighters," she admits. "And, yeah, ya know what I'm planning already. Maybe talk to Reggie, though? If you'd like an Ahroun. He's been around here a while, could probably be useful. If he's interested in a pack."

Dakota nods her head to Kenneth, apparently missing Stacey's look. "Resonance, yes, under Stag. My first and only pack, so far. I joined that shortly after my Rite of Passage."

Kenneth nods slowly at both the Coggies, even though he mutters something foreign under his breath. "Reggie maybe," he echoes the ahroun. "Or if we find a healer who can work on field like a medic and stuff." The shoe is once more going under the toothbrush, as the halfmoon scrubs away at his footwear to clean it.

Making his way into the farmhouse from the front doors is Brom, looking a whole lot better than he did last night. He isn't bandaged up and his stomach only has a few gory looking scabs instead of ripped open wounds. His arm is healed back to full and he has a boasting grin upon his face.

Stacey nods to Kenneth, shifting her position again. "Yeah, that'd be good for you guys," she says, and then glances away as Brom enters, giving him a nod and a smile. "Hello, Brom."

Dakota looks over to the Get as he enters. "Ah, Brom. You look like you feel better." She says and can't help but grin at the proud look on the Forsetti's face. "Healing up alright?"

Kenneth looks up once more at Brom enters, and one could see the Shadow Lord's invisible hackles lift, then forcibly smooth. Lowering and then keeping his eyes pointedly down on his shoe, he scrubs away without much of a greeting to the Get.

"I feel just fine. I love this new scar. I've already taken pictures of it and sent them back home to the White Oak." Brom says with a grin, giving Kenneth a firm slap on the shoulder as he walks past him. "I'm on my way to the Caern right now to finish some stretching and exercises, then I figured I'd stock up the firewood for the farmhouse while I'm here." He flashes a toothy grin.

Stacey smiles and nods to Brom. "Well, that was nice of you," she says, glancing over at Kenneth. "Glad to see that you're healing well, and... that is a rather nice scar ya got."

"Thank you." Brom says with a chuckle in his throat as he pats his stomach again, tracing his finger over the healed, knotted flesh. "One day you'll have plenty yourself." He says, eyes seemingly even more alive, excited in a feral, dangerous manner as he heads for the kitchen back door. "I'll be back in a few hours."

Dakota dips her head to Brom in a nod of thanks, always appreciative of others offering do some chores around the place. "I'll have dinner here ready about six." She calls back as he leaves.

Kenneth gets pushed forward a bit by the slap, and he prickles like a porcupine would. Yet, the Shadow Lord forces a tight restraint on his words, and only offers a low, "Yea. See ya," to the Get again before going back to vigorous baleful scrubbing at his sneaker.

Stacey places a hand over her stomach as she watches Brom leave. "Already got one," she mutters, then looks over at Kenneth, frowning slightly as she watches him scrub. "So, Dakota, things all right here at the Farm?"

"Same as they always are, which isn't a bad thing." Dakota replies to her tribemate's question. "Sometimes the quieter things are, the better they are."

Kenneth finally gets fed up with the shoe scrubbing. It isn't getting any cleaner, or he just doesn't want to look like some child extortion case in front of the other two. Either way, the shoe is dropped roughly down on the floor. "Goddamn meatheaded prick," he hisses out, caught up in a moment of his own temper before glancing up and realizing the other two are still there. Breathing out, he looks down and starts to gather the materials he used. "Sorry."

Dakota slowly raises her one eyebrow at the halfmoon, quietly amused but saying nothing regarding that. "You know some regular laundry detergent might help as long as it doesn't have bleach in it."

Dakota was nodding to Dakota when Kenneth had his little outburst. She startles and looks over at him, blinking and not quite sure how to respond, honestly at a loss for words. After a moment, she raises a brow and then bites her lower lip, looking either uncomfortable or trying to keep from laughing.

Kenneth huffs out a breath, dropping the toothbrush down into the cup of water. "It's nothing," he growls out. "Just that /he/ is gonna lord it over everyone like a muthaf--... like a prick." Picking up the shoes in his left, and the soap, water cup, plate and shirt in his right, the halfmoon stands from the chair. "Anyone you know who /takes pictures/ of their scars to send them home? I sure as hell don't." The halfmoon shakes his head again. "I regret even /thinking/ this pack is gonna work," he mutters.

Stacey frowns then, looking concerned, any amusement that she'd had before has disappeared. "Well, I imagine he has a right to be somewhat proud and all... even if it may seem a bit overboard to others, but... I wouldn't give up on it just yet, Kenneth. I mean, you guys haven't done anything as a pack yet; how can you know how he'll be as a leader? I mean, perhaps just give it a chance?"

Kenneth turns sharply, his lips peeling back. "I Am," he growls from gritted teeth. "I Will." Breath quickened to a sharp intake, he roughly throws in a curt, "'Scuse me," and steps around Dakota for a moment before ascending the stairs. When he returns, it is with the shoes on, the bar of soap, cup and toothbrush gone, plate in hand and his black tee-shirt stuck out from his jean pocket. And, looking a bit calmer. "I hate guys like him. Period," he says succinctly.

Stacey seems to have forgotten Dakota in the midst of this, and as Kenneth leaves the room, she looks down at the ground worriedly, not really noticing when Dakota steps out to call Alicia. The girl glances back up as Kenneth reenters, giving him a half-smile and nodding. "They can be difficult."

Kenneth tests out the shoes once again, now that they look to be dried off a touch and definitely a level cleaner. Then he looks over back at the girl. "Hey Stace..." he starts to say, given a pause of actual hesitation before continuing, "Feel like sparring?" His eyes look upon the girl intently.

Stacey grins at that, practically jumping to her feet. "Sure! That's a great idea," she says enthusiastically. "I was wondering if I'd ever get the chance to spar ya."

Kenneth furrows his brow at the girl, seeming to have been caught off guard by the ahroun's eagerness and her statement. "Uh. Yeah, ok... let's go then," he utters, turning to leave via the front porch. "But I'm not gonna go easy on you just 'cause you're a girl," he notes plainly.

Stacey chuckles and turns to follow him. "Good thing," she mutters dryly, "'cause the Banes sure don't." And with that she steps out onto the porch, heading for the barn.

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