Logfile from GarouMU.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (83% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 76 degrees Fahrenheit (24 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.83 and steady, and the relative humidity is 32 percent. The dewpoint is 44 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 21:48 Pacific Time on Mon Jul 18 2005.

Harbor Park -- Fountain
Situated in the center of a large, open meadow is a clustering of six trees, a flower bed, a few steel-and-wood benches set firmly into concrete, and a flagstone courtyard that is dominated by a large fountain.
The fountain is a wide circular pool of water some fifty feet across and about five feet deep in most places. The sculpture in the center is a mix of old and new, traditional and modern: eight concrete-and-stainless-steel slabs about six feet high are set in a rough Stonehenge-like circle around the center of the fountain. Water flows from their tops, cascading in bright mesmerizing sheets to the pool below. Rising above the steel circle is a large marble statue of the Water Bearer, an androgynous figure draped in robes of flowing water. It bears a large jug carved with various Greek symbols, from which pours a seething torrent of water into the pool at its feet.
Cars on the nearby street have an excellent view of the park as do any residents of the tall buildings which line the waterfront.
The murky waters of the Columbia River flow swiftly along the east side of the park. Bracketing the park to the west is First Street and the city of St. Claire. Recent construction work is creating an earthen berm several feet high all along the borders of the park in all directions.
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Harbor Park Meadow  

With one knee folded up to his chest, Kenneth is found sitting upon the concrete edge of the fountain at the park. Black eyes scan the immediate vicinity at a slow, languid pace as if he weren't in a hurry to spot anything, but an air of vigilance rises from him like the heat off of cooling asphalt streets. The Shadow Lord slightly shifts himself after a blink, finding a more comfortable position to sit in.

Stacey walks casually through the park, hands in her pockets. The girl looks a bit different than usual. Her clothes are - gasp - clean, and her hair is brushed and put back up in a neat, although curly, ponytail. Spotting the Shadow Lord, she shifts her route and starts heading in his direction.

Where Stacey may be clean, Kenneth looks to be in relative contrast. Seen from closer distance, the Shadow Lord is ill-kept with his fast-growing hair too long again, shirt looking to be in bad need of some laundering, and another somewhat ragged looking thin grey t-shirt slung over his shoulder. Yet, he holds himself still with stubborn pride, trying to make himself appear better than he actually looks. Movement towards Kenneth draws his attention quickly, and the fullmoon is watched throughout her whole approach towards him. It isn't until she's within a few feet does he offer a nod as well as a quieted "Evening, Stacey."

Stacey smiles at his greeting and nods. "Hey, Kenneth." She walks over and sits on the bench across from where he sits on the fountain. "Jacinta returned," she offers as explanation. "How are ya?"

".. Fine," the Shadow Lord replies with at first, eyes still set upon the Child for a moment longer before he looks away again to resume a measure of nightwatch. The crickets softly chirp further off. "You cleaned up," he observes after another bit, with a mild sense of envy in his tone.

Stacey gives a half-smile. "Well, a bit anyways. Just took a shower at the Farmhouse, washed my clothes and all." She looks past Kenneth at the fountain for a while before speaking again. "How's Dillen and Brom? Haven't heard from them in a while."

"Farmhouse," Kenneth echoes in a low mutter. The Shadow Lord has been scarce in that area for some time. He shrugs a shoulder at the askance after his packmates, shifting a bit again by switching his leg. "They're still alive and kickin'. Michael's with his kin. And Dwight, that new Shadow Lord... was lookin' to join Requiem." He reports evenly, picking out the words like one picking unwanted toppings off of pizza. "You?"

Stacey nods at the news and then shrugs. "Well, now that I'm off the bawn, I'm just trying to pick up on news, meet with people I haven't seen in a while... and I guess choose a pack. Looks like it's either Ridgeline or Uktena with Touch Deer."