1/30/2006

06:08 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (9% full).
It is currently 18:00 Pacific Time on Mon Jan 30 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partially cloudy. The temperature is 45 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.93 and rising, and the relative humidity is 79 percent. The dewpoint is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.)

Pool Hall(#3490RJ)
Pool tables, with one foosball table and an air hockey table hiding among them, dominate the space of the hall, hardly yielding any space for the motley crew of players chalking their sticks and eying the brandy bottle at the bar lining one wall. The dust and scratches on all surfaces save the green velvet lining the pool tables indicate this hall as skimping on maintenance and cheap on cleaners. Its lack of flashy videogames and surplus of toothless kibitzers underscores its appeal to the older crowd. No natural sunlight is permitted into the hall, its lighting provided by bulbs swinging from the ceiling.
A recent 'renovation' to the hall has caused many splinters and embedded bullet holes, adding much to the aged atmosphere. Ruddish stains, dark and ominous even under the lights, refuse to be washed out of the floor. A dart board brightens up the walls with its red-and-black scheme, and a moosehead looks down on the proceedings.
Mounted from the ceiling, a television blares its glaring brightness and noises.
A set of double doors, one locked, the other unlocked at the whims of the hall manager, lead out to the street. Unobstructive doors behind the bar undoubtedly lead to storerooms.
Contents:
Xia
Obvious exits:
Outside  

The evening outside is cool, and in between rains. Just on that off chance, Kenneth has taken the opportunity to trek to the city and do what he does - some patrols, some people watching, some getting back to some kind of humanity. The evening finds the Shadow Lord having called (with an ever dwindling amount of spare change) the kin in hopes of calling her out. The meeting place arranged, the philodox has already arrived in the old Requiem hangout. Having secured a pool table all on his own, he plays a game of billiards while waiting. A glass of water sits on the edge of the table under a cardboard coaster.

Xia walks into the pool hall on schedule, her appearance is overall pleasing to everyone in the hall seeing as heads turn as she enters. She goes on without notice and shrugs off her coat while seeing the Shadow Lord already occupying a pool table. She doesn't look to be in the sort of mood to being playing pool this evening, but a meeting is a meeting. Or is it a date?

Kenneth pauses in moving after taking his shot. The clack of the balls is the same as any other game already in progress in the small joint. He doesn't even look to see if the ball goes in. It doesn't. "Hey," he greets the kin, a gesture going to one of the walls with a rack of sticks, in invitation. "How's it goin'?"

The kin gives a shake of her head towards the rack of sticks on the wall, showing her uninterst in the game. "Busy," she replies softly. She slides her coat over one of the chairs and slips into a seat to watch the one-man game that Kenneth is already engaged in.

"Yeah," the Philodox agrees, moving to another shot. This one is simpler. "Have you met Vera yet?" he asks, keeping himself somewhat focused on the ball. "Or talked to anyone else since the motel meeting?"

"I met her about a month ago, and I spoke to Dwight a while ago but otherwise... no, I have not." Xia replies. She hooks the toe of her shoes around the low rung of the chair.

Kenneth takes his shot, and this time the ball goes in. As he rubs the chalk against the tip of the stick, he glances back to the kinswoman. "She's taken over everything, pretty much. Dwight's not top dog anymore," he states in all obviousness. Then, "You cool with that?"

Xia looks over to Kenneth. "No," she replies in a dry tone. She crosses her arms over her chest and gives Kenneth a narrow-eyed look. "Is Dwight or you cool with that?" she echos in reponse.

Kenneth sets his stick down, hanging onto it as the tip points upwards spear-like. "Dwight must rub on her the wrong way," the halfmoon mutters as his reply, keeping his voice low. "As for me," he begins to answer, but then stops and gets tight-lipped. "I don't get much say, so it shouldn't matter much."

"And what makes you think that my opinion is any higher than your own?" Xia generates in responce. She turns in her seat, facing outward towards the Shadow Lord.

Kenneth turns to regard her. "Because you -are- family. You -do- have purpose, at times more than we usually think." He walks over and sits down on a nearby chair. "But she's high up. Real high up."

"Breeding stock is all she probably thinks of me," Xia replies not above a frustrated murmur. "She has not asked me for anything yet, so what else could I be for in her eyes, hm?"

Kenneth in turn, looks at the kin full on. "What do you have to impress her with?" he asks. "Aside from, y'know."

Xia shrugs her shoulders. "Not as much as I probably have had to impress you or Dwight," she answers. She leans forward, placing her chin on her palm.

"No, no," Kenneth disagrees, looking more intent. "Think about yourself in respect to us. Not the fightin' part. There's more to this war than fightin' and you've already got the resources down for it right?"

Xia turns her eyes, looking directly towards Kenneth. "Well, yes." she replies.

"And aside from bein' a walkin' talkin' pair of..." Kenneth pauses briefly, thinking of how to word it, "... you have your grandfather, and he's pretty up there too. If Vera's treatin' you bad, there's plenty of influence you have in your pocket don't you think?"

"But my grandfather may take Vera's side," Xia replies with a tilt of her head. "He is a traditionalist, which I assume that she is as well..."

"She's also a new moon," Kenneth grunts deeply, his low tones displaying his torn allegiances. "I just feel there's somethin' goin' on and maybe we're not being told. Maybe I'm just paranoid. But after being here for this long, it makes you wonder." He looks back to the table, and gets up to examine the layout of it again. After just a cursory glance, he whips back around and stares long and hard at the kin. "And it's not that I'm trying to plant seeds of mutiny, either," he qualifies, fierce in his defense, gaze seeking out what bits of suspicion there might be lurking between them.

Xia simply just shakes her head, showing that she is not at all sure about the situation going on. "I am not even sure if I want to be a part of what is going on," she replies. "Just as long as they don't interfer with my other duties as a human-being."

Kenneth opens his mouth to say something quick and snappish, but it gets stopped up in a clenching of his throat. A light, soft pop of air being exhaled later, he shakes his head and turns back to the game. The evaluating eye goes over them again, and this time he puts down two balls in a row before missing. The time in between goes towards silence in conversation and filling in by the jukebox playing. Then, from across the table, he lines up a shot towards the sidepocket but waits before shooting. "How's the spring semester?" he asks in non-sequitor.

"This is one of my harder semesters," Xia replies after the long period of silence. She leans against the table, although not against it in fear of ruining her outfit somehow.

"Cool," Kenneth comments, lightly tapping the ball. It misses by a little. Doesn't bother him. He looks up when the spheres come to a stop. "When do you graduate?"

"I'm a first semester junior right now, a semester ahead." Xia replies. "In a year or two." She watches Kenneth, as there is not anything else of attractive interest in the pool hall at this moment.

Nodding, Kenneth continues to consider the balls, not looking directly at the kin. "Do you think," he says after a moment, "I'd be able to get in?" Here, he looks up at her.

"Its worth a shot," she replies as she straightens to look over across at the table.

Kenneth tilts his head at her. "I mean it," he says in all seriousness. "I don't want to end up like the rest of Those Guys. A GED, a college degree, these aren't the most important thing, but you'd think there's something to them that would help out."

"Money is," Xia replies. "My parents are not going to give me their inheritance if I do not know how to take care of it."

Kenneth nods in agreement, bending over the table to snap a quick shot off at the closest feasible shot. It goes in with a slight danger of a miss. "The question is, what's out there that'll let people like me do something that's low key, but not a stupid token piece of paper."

"You?" Xia asks Kenneth. 'Well, that really depends. You could be in favor of another kin that has a profitably business taht could get you a job or do things illegally."

Kenneth pauses to look up at the woman. "I mean, major wise. Maybe history, or something. Business wise, I wouldn't be much use." He drops his eyes back down to the remaining three balls in the game. "And considering my age. My background. No, it's not good for business. There's too many questions that'd be asked, and nothing I want to deal with."

Xia crosses her legs. "History, theology, law..." she replies, her eyebrow raising a bit.

Kenneth glances up again, straightening out his spine. "Maybe you can ask an advisor or something?" Now it's turned into general request, but not pressing. He holds his gaze towards her, just that one second, and then goes back to the game. "Or you don't have to, since you're busy with school. Not like I couldn't go on campus and swipe a guide from the PR shelf at the undergrad office."

Xia digs her PDA from out of her coat pocket. "Why would I have to go see an advisor when I could just electronicly ask?" she replies. Her chin tilts as she looks sidelong towards the Shadow Lord before returning her attention to the PDA screen.

Kenneth looks over towards the little gadget, brows furrowing before resuming normal position. "Didn't think they could do that now. It was different a couple years ago. The university must've finally gone techno in a couple departments," he observes quietly, lining up and taking his shot while waiting for the kin to look up what she has in mind.

Xia taps the PDA. "I can write them an e-mail from my PDA, that doesn't make them technically advanced." the kin says with a smile.

"Compared to a couple years ago, when they actually hired people to send memos between offices?" Kenneth questions, brows arching. "I'd say it was pretty technologically advanced for them now." He leaves the game be again, instead striding over to have a look at the PDA.

Xia is fairly quick with getting the e-mail send out and she looks up at Kenneth from her seat, raising her hand to lightly stroke his arm. "Why does this interest you now?" she asks.

Physical touch seems to trigger tension. The muscle beneath the kin's touch twitches. "It's just that kind of time," he says simply, though hollowly. "I don't plan on sitting on my thumbs forever. My life isn't going to be long enough for that." He looks down to her, black eyes veiled over.

Xia watches Kenneth's reaction, but she does not withdraw her hand away too quickly. She nods, "I see." is replied.

Kenneth exhales, slowly turning back to the table. "You got a lot goin' for you, Xia. Too much to just stand back and watch it get wasted or ignored. 'Til things get sorted out, though, with all this new shit goin' down... you should lay low. It'll be one less Kinfolk to have in radar."

Xia nods her head. "I have been laying low since I got back from Chicago," Xia replies, "but I will continue to do so, but let me know what goes on, alright?"

Kenneth looks back. It is a long look. A mixed look, like a debate of what he should be saying, and what can simply be passed by eyes alone. "Let's go somewhere less open," he states in a nearly missed volume. "Your car, maybe?"

Xia nods and she slips her PDA back in her pocket without much of a question. Standing up from her seat, she places back on her jacket. "Arlight," she replies.

Kenneth nods again, giving the kin her time to pack up what she might have, and himself replacing the game playing materials back where they belong. Once he's left the balls and triangle back at the counter and returned, the Shadow Lord nods his indication that he's ready. Once they've exited and neared the car, he waits for the door to unlock on the passenger side and gets in. And once in, he settles in silence a moment before saying, "Who knows where you live at, besides me?"

Xia sinks into her seat on the driver's side. "I am not sure that anyone else does," she replies to Kenneth. She has a hard timr remembering, but she doesn't think that she has openly given someone her address.

"Alright," Kenneth says easily enough, nodding slightly. "Second question. Do you own anything silver or made of silver that's enough to put a dent in a Garou if you were to use it against them?"

"I have a necklace that my ex-boyfriend gave me," Xia says, her brows begining to furrow as she looks to Kenneth. "Is there something that you are not telling me?"

Kenneth starts to shake his head, and then stops. "Let's just say," he replies quietly, "that there's a disagreement between some Garou and a kin. And the kin, he's posing as a possible threat to us. Now before you think alarms are sounding and shit like that, I'm tellin' you now that it's highly likely anyone in their right mind is gonna go through with this to the fullest extent, but that kin could be in trouble. And so," he concludes, "it's better that you keep yourself down low 'til this whole thing blows over."

Xia nods her head to Kenneth slowly. "I won't go to the farmhouse anymore then," replies the kin.

"Oh I'm not sayin' you can't come to the farmhouse," the Philodox notes with a glance through the windshield, up at the sky. "Just that if you do, you be on best behavior and don't diss or piss on anyone 'cause it feels like..." He thinks, searching for the best way to describe it, "Feels like the Beast's itching for blood." The way he says it, he is definitely not immune to that which he describes. "I think you should get out your phone book and contact the other kin you might know. Tell 'em to keep their heads and eyes down. Like Scott. I ain't met the guy, but he's kin too. But be careful about it. This is damage control, you know what I mean?"

Xia nods her head. "Okay," she replies solftly. "But, what happened? Why is this kin a threat?"

"I can't tell you, because it would put me on a side, and I'm not supposed to be there," Kenneth answers her. He looks over, serious but still keeping fairly calm. "But I'm telling you because it's pretty serious shit. Don't know if anyone else knows about it just yet, but I have a feeling it's just a matter of time." A hand slips towards the door handle, fingers resting on it. "Oh. Don't say anything about this to anyone. Especially Sabina 'n Abraxas 'n Vera. Alright?"

Xia crosses one of her arms over her shoulder, rubbing it gently as she looks across the car. "I won't tell," she replies to the Garou. She bites on her lower lip gently.

Kenneth's own hand slips over the back of his neck, rubbing it before he opens the door. "Great. Don't let it get to you, Xia. You ain't done nothin' that'll do anything, so just concentrate on what you have. Like, school 'n stuff." He steps out, and looks back in like a double-check on the other's state.

Xia shakes off the feeling right away and looks towards Kenneth, managing to at least smile towards him and lifts her hand to wave. "Have a good evening, Ken. Take care of yourself, alright?"

Kenneth nods, adding a short 'good night' in Japanese before shutting the door firmly. The philodox turns down the street, making his way into the night and most likely back towards his pack's territory without looking back at the kin's vehicle.