Meeting Brock
8/1/2006
09:51 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (46% full).
It is currently 09:38 Pacific Time on Tue Aug 1 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 56 degrees Fahrenheit (13 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the south at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.11 and rising, and the relative humidity is 80 percent. The dewpoint is 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius.)
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 A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall.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.
Contents:
Basil
Brock
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Aug 1)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room Front Door STairs
From the porch, Brock knocks on the front door before taking a few steps back and waiting with his hands clasped in-front of him.
Kenneth peruses a book in the living room, most likely one he's read before while stuck at the farmhouse. At the knock, the halfmoon looks up with a narrowing of his eyes and gets up to answer it. He doesn't open the door yet, though, instead asking loudly enough so that it carries, "Who is it?"
Basil strolls down from upstairs, looking fresh from the shower with his shirt shoved down a pair of too big shorts. His bandages are all gone, and judging from his rather large smile, he seems pretty pleased at the moment. "Is it a pizza guy or something asking for directions?" Basil asks quietly with a yawn, leaning over the stair rail.
"My name would be Brock McLachlan," replies the voice with a fair British-sounding accent. "I am family."
Kenneth turns and looks over his shoulder at the Gnawer. On the sight, the Shadow Lord clenches his jaw and stifles any comments at the ahroun. "Come in," he says loudly, opening the unlocked door and taking a gander at the man.
[look Brock]
Brock Amos McLachlan is a confident looking mid-twenty year old man, standing at nearly 6'. His dark hair is shaved closely to his scalp. The five o'clock shadow that looms on his face adds roguish definition to his gorgeous appearance. His face has a defining jaw and cheekbones. The irises are an astonishing aqua-marine. His nose is long and narrow arriving to lush, full lips. He is athletically built. His figure is lean but has strong, defined muscles with no extra body fat. There is often the smell of aftershave or cheap cologne that rises faintly from his clothing. When he is not working as a park ranger, he often found wearing fashionable but comfortable clothing. Currently he is wearing a pair of loose fitting khaki-colored Dockers with a fitting Boston Fire Department tee-shirt. On his feet is a pair of tennis shoes. Around his neck hangs a Celtic cross.
Basil turns his head and leans over to get a look when the man comes in, staring for just a moment or two before shaking his head like a wet dog. "Uh, hey." He waves a hand at Brock, standing up straight. "I'm Basil, pleased to meet ya."
Brock takes a step inside of the house and looks around. He looks between the two men before replying, "Sorry, yes, I have family from the Fens. Who might you be?"
Kenneth waits until Brock has stepped inside before closing the door, stepping out of the man's way as is proper. "Kenneth. You're Megan's relative?" My, he's curt today. Or just very polite.
"I'm Trouble." Basil reintroduces, giving the man another cheery wave before quieting down enough to listen to the other two.
Brock shakes his head. "No," he replies with a smile. He reclasps his hands in front of him as he pauses close to the front door, not imediately entering the house.
"Then who're you visiting?" Kenneth asks plainly, attention focused on the man, stepping beyond into the interior and turning around to block the way.
Basil strolls down the rest of the stairs and comes to stand near the new man with his hands in front of him, giving him the once over.
"There was a park ranger position that opened up at the park here and someone thought that I should take the opportunity to fill it," the older man replies in a calm, baritone voice. His eyes look up to Basil, nodding to the even younger man.
Kenneth tenses just a little more in irritation. "You didn't answer the question," he states evenly. "Who're you visiting? How'd you get this address?"
"I vink ve need to know v'where your papers are, citizen." Basil murmurs, flashing him a smile when he looks his way. "Are you special, extra special, and who's special guy are you stranger?"
Brock raises his brow. "I recieved it from close friends that know Megan O'Brien and some others that have been residents here previously." He looks supiciously up at Basil for a moment.
Sniffing, Kenneth looks satisfied at that answer. "Cole's probably upstairs or around," he says, visibly relaxing just that one mini level that he ratcheted up a moment ago. "Name's Kenneth. Far-Cry, cliath philodox of the Shadow Lords."
Basil bows his head to the man. "I'm Basil, Bone Gnawers, Ahroun. What about you?" He glances at Kenneth, then back to Brock. "I guess judgin' from what he said, you're with the Fianna or something?"
"Kinfolk of the Fianna," replies Brock, rubbing the back of his neck. "Its easy to confuse me for something else, since I have no pure breed to speak of."
Kenneth doesn't look confused at all, though he turns around to head kitchenwards. "You're working for Wolf Woods now?"
"Kin?" Basil asks with a good, solid blink. Then he just grins wide and scratches behind his head with a laugh. "Nah, it isn't that. It's just that you never know 'til you ask!"
Brock steps towards the living room, semi-following Kenneth. "I was just hired," he replies confidently. He looks up at Basil, brows furrowing, "Why is that?" he asks the Bone Gnawer.
Kenneth moves just a bit faster, going to the kitchen and grabbing a drink. It's a bottle of the fridge's closest beer, nevermind whose it is. This he offers to the ranger when he returns.
Basil grins again, then rolls his shoulders and looks over Brock. "Well, you're built like you could be a Garou. Tall, built, rugged good looks, stuff like that. You really can't tell by looks if someone is a Kin or not around here by looks."
Brock looks at the beer with a bit of a confused look on his face. "What's this for?" he asks, although he takes the bottle anyway. Then he turns to Basil. "Thanks?" he replies, pretty sure that was a compliment.
"You're a Fianna, aren't you?" Kenneth quips, though a good deal of the humor is lost somewhere else. Basil's making up for all the grinning necessary in this situation. "Anyway. Good to hear the park's gonna be looked after again. I'll be out in the bawn."
"Seeya, Kenneth." Basil states, then walks over to a couch and sprawls out while looking up at Brock. "You're welcome. So, how long have you been in town? What do you do for fun? Do you like what you do for a livin?"
Brock dips his head, then he looks across to the Gnawer as he opens the bottle of beer. "A few days," replies the Fianna kin. "What do I do for fun? I do a lot of outdoors stuff, running, drinking, and I take my dog out for walks." Then he lifts his brow again, "Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't be doing it."