3/11/2006

01:33 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (79% full).
It is currently 13:24 Pacific Time on Sat Mar 11 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southeast at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.77 and steady, and the relative humidity is 83 percent. The dewpoint is 35 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius.)

SCCU: The Quad(#3990RJ$)
Like most colleges, St. Claire City University has an area known only as 'the Quad'. This is it. Sidewalks criss-cross the perfectly rectangular grassy area in a web to connect one dull concrete and darkened glass block-shaped building to another. Still, the grass is green most of the year, and well-trimmed brightly-shaded flowers and manicured shrubs manage to soften the harsh grey of the architecture. Small groves of trees dot the landscape of the lawn randomly to provide shade and to break up the monotony.
The dome of the student union building can be seen off in the distances behind several buildings and some trees. A sign post points out that the suitcase-like buildings you spy to the north are dormitories. A 'sign' in front of Curtiss advertises on-campus activities.
Contents:
Kevin
Dillen
Obvious exits:
Student Union  Dormitory  Campustown  

It's almost 1:30, and though it's a Saturday, the campus is still alive with students and campus organizations doing their college thing. The music hall has a concert being held later tonight with the SCCU jazz quartet, and in front they're selling tickets. Out of the way but looking at the table on occassion, Kenneth sits on a nearby wooden bench. He's engaged in the act of people watching, though it isn't for long. Soon, he's up on his feet and travelling towards the double doors of the music building, characteristic tennis bag slung behind him.

The two Garou come into the quad. "Yeah. And she keeps grabbing my fingers and holding on for dear life it feels like. Great feeling." Dillen is grinning and then he stops, "Well, fuck me." As he looks to Kevin and then gives a lift of his head towards Kenneth's direction. "Looks like we got lucky today." As the Galliard starts heading in that direction with Kevin in tow. "HEY!" He let's out once they get into Kenneth's hearing range.

Kevin grins at Dillen briefly, then turns his head to follow the Get's look. "Here's our boy!" he exclaims and follows Dillen along swiftly in Kenneth's direction.

Kenneth, along with other people around the area, pause and look in the direction of the shout. Eyes meet, then drop away as the Shadow Lord pulls open the door of the building anyway and heads inside.

Dillen rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "And he's gonna try and ignore us." This doesn't deter Dillen as the Get heads right on in after Kenneth.

"Sheesh, did we say something wrong? Steal his last candy bar or something?" Kevin steps up a gear and strides into the building also.

By the time they're all inside, it's quite clear that there is very little activity in the music building for the weekend afternoon. Most of the classroom doors are further down, lining the hallway that gets a little darker the further on one walks. Somewhere about halfway in, Kenneth has stopped and waited for the two of them to come in. He stands against the wall in the main hallway, looking towards them when they enter. The soft light of the sun streaming in from the inside court yard doors adds to the overall pleasantly artsy academic atmosphere of the place. "Over here," he says aloud, so as to draw attention and lure the pair his way.

Dillen makes his way over, fumbling in his pocket. As soon as he reaches Kenneth he pulls out an inexpensive but decent cigar. "How you been, my friend? Long time no see. We were just headed out to find you." He smiles and then holds the cigar out for Kenneth, "Would have been out sooner... But I'm a father now." And the pride that comes off him could knock you down.

Kevin's nostrils flare a little at the cigar, and he looks up and down the corridor, head back, checking the ceilings. "Yeah, you missed all the fun, Kenneth," he chimes in. "What's new with you? You're not still sore over that basement business, are you, dude?"

Kenneth looks from cigar to ragabash, then back to the cigar. Thin but strong fingers take the offered tobacco, but the Shadow Lord doesn't look at it for long. It gets slipped into a jacket pocket. "No," he replies to Kevin, "I'm not. And nothin's new." Dillen's puffed up manner is eyed if only warily, like the philodox is weighing what to say in response to the announcement. Finally he adds, "Good for you," as his 'delicate' response.

"So. I've been thinking. There is a lot of shit that needs to get done around here. How about we take care of some of it?" Dillen looks to Kevin and then Kenneth. "Because I want to be telling stories at every meeting about us. About how much we kick ass." If anyone were listening, they would swear it was some civic club. "What do you think? Get some earnest training going. The three of us." Hmm. Intramurals are coming up, one might think they were discussing. "Make sure they all fall."

"Sounds good to me," Kevin drawls laconically. "You know I'm always up for anything of that nature."

Kenneth inclines his head slightly to an angle. "Such as?" he inquires, tone not in any direct disagreement with the notion.

"Never did get to the bottom of that weird business last semester," Kevin suggests. "I've got a kinda personal stake in that one after what they did to Aimee."

Dillen begins to list off in a low voice the list of things that need to be attended to. At the end of the list, Dillen adds, "And the most important is taking care of some stuff for my friend here." Dillen points at Kenneth. "Could blood suckers with targets on their foreheads. I want them most of all." Dillen growls out.

"The fuck're you talkin' about?" demands Kenneth, tone quiet but suddenly seething. His eyes focus on the galliard again. "Why the hell do you keep callin' me your 'friend'? I'm not."

Dillen takes a deep breath and then turns his head to regard Kenneth. "Well, it's easier than calling you something else. Calm down, man. I told you in the basement the other day, we are gonna take care of it." Dillen's eyes meet Kenneth's and he keeps them there, "Correct?"

Kevin furrows his brow. "He's my friend," he drawls, addressing neither Dillen nor Kenneth directly, but looking at the wall as he speaks.

Staring back, Kenneth holds the gaze for a few seconds only before he looks away. The philodox snorts, pointedly stepping back to lean himself against the wall behind. "Whatever, just point us at something and let's get it over with."

Dillen nods his head in the affirmative, glad of the result of that little confrontation. "We need a place to meet up. The Brownstone basement can be used since Signe is no longer there or we can do Kevin's thing. We need a place to talk out things. Pick one."

Kevin shrugs. "Either's good far as I'm concerned. Might be an idea to alternate between the two... just in case anyone's watching us. Make the Veil that little bit stronger."

"Walkerhouse," Kenneth decides for them. "It's closer. No one's in there anyway. And there's no kin in there."

Dillen just lets the kin comment go. "Lead on then."

"You know the way," Kevin says, detaching himself from the wall and starting to saunter back down the hallway.

Safehouse: Basement
The basement runs about half the width of the house above, with a concrete block wall separating the two. Most of the the area is open and unfinished and sports the usual basement decor of cobwebs, exposed rafters, and cockroaches scuttling along the walls. The furnace and hot water heater stand in glory in the northeast corner along with the fuse box; the northwest corner has been set up as an open workshop with a pair of fluorescent lights bolted to the ceiling. In the southwest corner stands a vault: more concrete blocks enclose a room perhaps ten by ten and a sturdy steel door denies passage either into or out of the place.
Steps lead up from the southeast corner.
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Contents:
Kevin
Obvious exits:
Upstairs  

Kenneth and the pair walk. It's quite a bit of a walk, really. And for the most part, the Shadow Lord is a silent follower. Once more, down into the basement of the Walkerhouse, the philodox enters. This time, it is with a sort of forcibly controlled aura about him. When things are settled, he puts forth, "Then? What's the first thing on the shitlist?"

Dillen ponders this for a moment. "You have the list. You decide." As he walks over and finds a place to sit down. "I want to hear your opinion on which one to go after first." His words are by no means condescending, but genuinely interested.

"Like I said," Kevin repeats, "the beer-business gets my vote. It's right plumb spang on our turf, and those bastards tried to attack my girl. That's strike one and two for them."

"You're the Alpha of this pack aren't you? This isn't a democracy," Kenneth replies, setting his bag down in a corner. "If we're gonna do something then let's get the base secure first. Kevin's for the beer shit. 'Cept we don't have no leads on it. Everything's gone quiet, and this isn't the forest where we can just kick shit down in Crinos."

"Then we sniff things out. See which way to go." Dillen peers over at Kenneth as he fold his arms across his chest and crosses his legs at the ankles. "I need input. I get final decision."

"So we go and /find/ leads," Kevin points out a trifle crossly. "We can't just sit there and wait for them to come to us. We play detectives. I'll be Sherlock Holmes, Dillen can be Colombo, Kenneth gets to play Charlie Chan." He laughs a little at his own somewhat dubious-taste joke.

Kenneth looks sharply at Kevin, though there is a sense that he has no clue to what the references are. "Tch. So go find 'em, Ho'mes. You're the ragabash."

Dillen runs a hand through his hair and blows out a long breath. "Kenneth, I want you to see if the beer is still being made and is in the stores. Surely if they cause the trouble before, it is still there. Kevin, I want you to sniff around and see if any other things have happened. Like at the quad, cafeteria... Places like that. Look for news. I will check out the frats. Now. We give this 48 hours to find what we can. If it merits our involvement, we jump in with whatever leads we have. If not, we move on to something else."

"Gotcha," Kevin says eagerly. "I'm on the case. I need something to take my mind off all the nonsense that's been bugging me lately."

Kenneth grunts, which is about as much of a 'roger' as the galliard gets. However, "What leads did we even have before? The pool's been cleaned up since then. Campus police are still on watch on campus. You need ID to get into places. School ID."

Dillen looks at Kenneth with an upturned brow. "Oh really? During the day you can go a lot of places. Where were we? The places you need to go are where lots of people are, Kevin. Blend in. Kenneth, you'd have no problem getting into those stores and just see if the beer is still there. Plus, make notes of where it is. I just want to make sure this stuff doesn't come back to haunt us. We know about what it did before. There was a frat boy, what was his name? Need to find him and see if we can talk to him."

"This is where Jeremy would've come in useful," sighs Kevin. "He could knock up a fake ID in a moment. Give him a couple of hours, he could have hacked into the SCCU student records and made us all undergraduates. But hell, if nothing else, Aimee can get me in, I'm sure. And likely point me at a few possible trouble spots."

"Jackson," Kenneth fills in. "He was on the hockey team. Better catch 'im fast, 'cause the season's getting to that time." The philodox looks over to his two packmates. "Campus has a no tolerance policy anyway. The frat houses aren't on campus grounds so they don't care, so long as the greeks don't fuck up the school image. All you gotta do is check out the libraries. It's all in there. If anything, there's a full moon coming up. Maybe we should check the other side of the coin."

"Yeah. Sounds good to me. Thanks, Kenneth. Goo work." Dillen nods his head. "Full moon scouting."

"Wonder what the umbra's like up there. We should check it out anyway. Never know when we might need to know our territory's layout from the inside out," Kevin suggests.