5/27/2005

10:32 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (69% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 73 degrees Fahrenheit (22 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the west at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.74 and rising, and the relative humidity is 47 percent. The dewpoint is 52 degrees Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 22:07 Pacific Time on Fri May 27 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 A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall.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:
Aubrey
Brom
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: May 25)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room  Front Door  STairs  

Aubrey looks towards Brom, taking in a deep breath as she looks towards the man. "What in the hell do you think what is wrong with me?" she answers back. "My companion throughout my cub-days and into my days as a claith, who I have founght beside for years has died in battle and I do the most sensible thing by going to the house of the Fangs and settling their grief before my own. Not only that, but I cannot even drink away my sorrows because I am with child, and you ask me what the fuck is wrong with me? I think I just have saved the Fangs from going fucking insane, that's what."

There is a roll of Brom's shoulders. "Why are the Garou here so pissy about death for? The lot of you, sobbing over someone who died while taking the life of the enemy. You should be out celebrating, not wasting tears." He says matter of factly. "The spirit doesn't die, only the flesh. The spirit heads to Gaia's door, knocks on it and gets recycled back. At least those of you who are not Get and are not welcomed into Valhalla's gates, but regardless, in the end, we all fight in Ragnarok, so, buck up and get over it. Would Tobin want anyone crying over him? Probably not."

The back glass door slides open, emitting someone into the kitchen area. The refridgerator opens, glass clinks around, and finally the door shuts before Kenneth, carrying a Coke in hand, comes down the hallway. At the sound of other voices, the Shadow Lord halts and lingers at the edge. Eyes drifting towards his pack alpha, the philodox barely nods in greeting.

"Why do you think I am crying over Tobin's death?" the Theurge asks, tilting her head. "Why would I be crying over something that I knew Tobin had decided to do for the good of Gaia. No, I am not crying for him, I am crying for the memories I had of him. They are two very different things, Fenrir."

"Crying is still crying. You should be having fun remembering him for who he used to be." The Forseti shrugs his shoulders, then turns his head over towards Kenneth. "So, am I allowed to still say Hi to you still?" He asks his pack mate.

Kenneth sips at his soda for a second before lowering the can to his side. "Not my call," he replies to the Get before turning his eyes on Aubrey. "Tobin's dead?"

Aubrey looks across to Kenneth, "Yes, he died in the revel. I heard from Cole and then went to the home of the Fangs today to pay a visit and help them grieve. They were glad to see that someone had stopped by to pay Tobin some respect and share stories of him."

Brom rolls his eyes upwards to the ceiling for a moment, before relaxing his shoulders some. "So Ken, where are you going for the next month? Going to hang out here and be ignored for thirty days or go on a private adventure and do some self insight stuff? You know we'll be waiting for you, right?"

Kenneth finds his jaw grinding together, but the philodox doesn't look to the others. "Died well, I imagine," he diverts in topic, avoiding Brom's questioning.

"A heroic death," Aubrey replies to Kenneth. Her eyes shift to Brom for a moment before she looks back to the Shadow Lord.

"Yeah, he died a good death. I got to carry him and his sword home." Brom says with a nod of his head, then lets out a huff. "An are you just going to ignore my question? I think its important."

Kenneth takes another drink of the Coke in hand, slowly, savoring the flavor. "What's important about it? I'll be out of your hair for a whole month. Ritualistically speaking." The Shadow Lord looks back to the two. "So party on."

Aubrey quirks a brow. "What is going on?" she asks.

Brom snorts. "Yeah, I'm 'real' thrilled with the idea, Kenneth." He says with a snarl echoing in the back of his throat. "I still want to know what you plan on doing in the off chance that you 'do' run into trouble, we can bail you out."

Kenneth turns to face the Get, eyes narrowing as an ice cold gaze meets the other halfmoon's. "Is the word /ostracism/ too long for you? I don't know what the fuck the rite does, but I think it's pretty obvious what that entails. I /don't/ need a Babysitter." Holding off a curse, the Shadow Lord turns and starts down the hallway, not answering Aubrey's query.

"What the fuck ever, Kenneth. Gaia forbid that a pack looks after each other, even when they fuck up and get Ostracized." Brom says with a hiss between his teeth. He rolls his eyes slightly, then rises up off the couch, growling. "Fuck this bullshit, I'm going to beat on the bag and then go home. See you in a month."

Aubrey doesn't wait for an answer or even makes any sort of comment as she turns and scampers up the stairs. A few moments later one can hear the door slam and then the door being locked from the inside.

Kenneth eyes over his shoulder as Aubrey retreats, his grip tightening on the can in his hand. The Shadow Lord then looks away towards the kitchen, waiting for the Fianna to be silent before uttering aloud, "I'll be.. around." Then he departs, retreating out through the kitchen and out the glass door.