4/13/2005

08:03 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (32% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the west at 5 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.13 and falling, and the relative humidity is 89 percent. The dewpoint is 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 19:39 Pacific Time on Wed Apr 13 2005.

Bawn: Western Forest(#3018RA)
Tall Sitka spruce and sequoia crowd around and above you. Many of the trees are old, their branches twisted into impossible shapes, trunks broad and draped with lichen, mosses and creepers. Tendrils of moss hand down from them like green spiderwebs, snaring the unwary with cold, ghostly fingers. The patches of younger growth are dense and pale, needles tinged with silver. Matted undergrowth huddles sullenly in the occasional small clearings, clutching with thorns and burrs at the legs of those who would pass. Deer seldom venture here, but the forest is full of rustlings, and tiny glints from wary, watchful eyes.
The forest spreads out to the east, bounded on the west by Sunrise Road. From farther to the west, one can occasionally hear the distant sounds of the town of Kent's Crossing.
Contents:
Stacey
Obvious exits:
Highway 22  Overgrown Path  Sunrise Road  Farmhouse  Caern of the Hidden Walk  Creek  Central Bawn  Southern Bawn  Northern Bawn  

It may be raining lightly, but Stacey is still out in the open of the bawn, barely sheltered by the trees. The young girl is pacing back and forth, as though agitated, with her arms crossed, only pausing as she changes direction to be certain no one sneaks up on her.

Kenneth comes along once more through the western bawn, hair and clothes wet but not exactly bothered by this condition. The Shadow Lord looks rather damp. As he comes along the girl, he lifts a hand to wave at her whether she catches it or not. "Yo, Stace." A beat. "Checkin' up on ya and stuff."

Stacey stops walking as she hears Kenneth's voice and turns her head to look at him. She lets out a soft sigh and then smiles. "Hey, Kenneth. Thanks. I was just..." she waves a hand. "Thinking about things. I think I came close to getting into a fight with Emma today," she admits with a grimace.

"Oh?" Kenneth utters, coming up near the ahroun but not moving in for any sort of embraces. "And you an' her were doin' so well yesterday." Cynical much? The halfmoon shrugs a shoulder, explaining away the issue with a single word: "Get." A pause later, he looks back to the Guardiansub and asks, "So why'd you almost get into a fight with Emma?"

Stacey smirks at Kenneth's comments and then shrugs. "It's this... whole mess between White Bear and Brom. I swear, it's got the entire Sept all riled up. Every conversation I have no comes back to it." She scowls down at the ground. "We almost fought because she was trying to pin me to a side, and I refused to be, until I speak with those involved. I need... I want to find out exactly what went on from all sides." The Ahroun sighs and then smirks again. "Probably just get accused of trying to be a Philodox or something."

Kenneth shakes his head, but there's a smirk on the edge of his lip as he regards her. "You're a Child of Gaia. Seein' people fight probably makes you sick on the inside," the Shadow Lord observes. "Brom's a Philodox too... you'd think he'd have more sense in him about some things like this." He turns his head off to a side. "What's this whole thing got you riled up for anyway? Ain't none of your business, or Emma's."

Stacey frowns and shakes her head. "I just want to know what happened. Maybe you're right, maybe it is just that I'm a Gaian and don't like seeing people fight like this. But... I just have this awful feeling that it'll escalate into something worse." She shrugs. "Call it me being paranoid. I just don't want to see anyone get hurt. And if I'm going to have to keep answering questions about this, then I want to know what happened. Maybe there's a way to settle this."

Kenneth doesn't say anything immediately, deliberating. "Brom's my packmate," he says at first. "But he's one of those that got involved. Just talkin' to him about it will be tough to get something unbiased." The halfmoon turns to look at the ahroun. "You need to find out the straight facts, not hearsay. But from what I heard, Emma wasn't there at the time. Can't rely on her. White Bear was though, so you just gotta find out who else was. I heard that other halfmoon, the Uktena, she was there. And Michael the Wendigo. One of the Gnawers too, the ragabash one."

Stacey seems to calm a bit as Kenneth speaks, seeming less agitated anyways, then she nods. "Yi Three-Blades? I know her. Only one I haven't met in that list is Michael." She falls silent for a moment, then nods again. "Maybe I can seek them out, one by one, and listen to their tales." She looks up towards the sky, then wrinkling her nose. "And hopefully I'll be able to do so before the moon gets too big... and hopefully be able to distinguish between facts and, well, perceptions." She looks back to Kenneth and smiles. "Somehow I think it wouldn't be too hard to sway me with a good story, for a while, at least."

Kenneth nods slowly, though he rakes a hand through his hair. "And y'don't tell 'em what you know already, just get their side of it and later put which parts are fact together. Toss out the emotion, and just deal with the facts." The halfmoon looks back to the ahroun. "You've been stuck out here yeah? The news this afternoon said they found 'im. Rangers thought he got mauled up by a bear or something."

Stacey nods thoughtfully at his first statements, then raises her brows at the last part. "Did they? I hadn't heard that, thank you. Well, at least they won't be hunting wolves, eh? Sad, though."

Kenneth shrugs his shoulders, disinclined to add much comment to that. "The guy was hiking alone. He must have been either real good, or real dumb. Either way, he was real unlucky." If the Shadow Lord is sad over the guy's death, he isn't showing it. "So Brom still isn't allowed to come back out here yet huh?"

Stacey wrinkles her nose at the comments about the human, shrugging. "Well, yes, he either was too foolish or too brave for his own good. Probably both." Then she shakes her head. "I have not heard of the ban being lifted."

Kenneth grunts quietly, accepting this news though not sounding like he agrees with it. "Well, if the Warder and White Bear ever get over this incident and let him back, I'll be sure to tell him if I hear first." The Shadow Lord breathes out, nonplussed by the topic but not retreating. "What're you gonna do once you have all the facts sorted out?" he asks.

Stacey frowns at that and takes a moment to answer. At last, she looks over at him and smiles. "Find a Philodox, if I don't find one to help me before then."

Kenneth glances back, eyes narrowing in the dim-lit night. "There's aplenty of halfmoons that're involved already," he notes, testing the water.

Stacey raises a brow. "There are? Do you mean Brom, who can in no way be unbiased? Or the Uktena, Nascha, who was also involved?"

"The other one," Kenneth specifies. "Brom can hold his own counsel if he likes, but if it's a courtroom setting, no doubt he's not gonna be the one askin' questions that sound fair to the jury, if you know what I mean." The Shadow Lord pauses, and then chuckles quietly. "Or maybe I should say peanut gallery." Composing himself again, he looks back to the ahroun. "Either way, there /are/ halfmoons out here who can help out. Hell, our Sept Alpha's a halfmoon. And so's the Master of the Challenge. This'll be over in no time, soon as those two buttin' heads actually decide to take it to the halfmoons."

Stacey sighs, as if conceding, and nods. "You're probably right," she says softly, stepping to the side to lean against a tree. "I mean, they do get to things rather quickly around here, don't they?" It's odd, but... that might just be sarcasm. "When is a judgment ever kept waiting? I'm sure they'll have this settled in no time at all. No bad feelings or wounds will have time to fester or become worse."

Kenneth huffs in a way that is part amusement, part sharing in the sarcasm. "They'll get it over with, or leave it be. Either way, things aren't pretty. But then again, things never are."

Stacey nods as though agreeing, and then says, "Well, we should do something about it. It beats just sitting around, doesn't it? Why don't we help them out with the fact hunting?"

Kenneth puts a hand to his chin, rubbing his fingers along it in thought. "I don't like stickin' my nose in," he says evenly, quietly, "but yeah. It's probably better'n sitting around, sniffin' the air and wondering where that shit smell is coming from."

Stacey grins broadly and sweetly. "Thank you, Kenneth. You're the best! Don't worry, we won't do nothing to get ourselves in trouble. Just finding out what happened and why, right?"

Kenneth coughs out a laugh. "Me? Get myself in trouble? Never." Deadpanned, the Shadow Lord rolls a shoulder and looks back to the Coggie. "I'll see 'bout coverin' the bases again. But think I'll deal with White Bear last, in this case. You know 's well as I do that he an' Lords don't get along."

Stacey nods. "I agree. It might be best if I do most of the talking in that one. He gets along with me all right and I can understand him mostly."

Kenneth sniffs once at the air, and then half turns. "Alright. Then I should go find Brom an' ask him about all this stuff that went down," he notes. "See ya later Stace."