Teenage Mutant Tainted Turtle
1/14/2009
12:21 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (78% full).
It is currently 12:19 Pacific Time on Wed Jan 14 2009.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 42 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 6 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.46 and steady, and the relative humidity is 79 percent. The dewpoint is 36 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)
Edgewood House: Downstairs(#2007RJh)
The front door leads into a small mudroom; coats are hanging on hooks. It opens into the spacious, well lit living room, with several battered old couches arranged into a sort of conversation pit facing the fireplace, a table in the center of them. There are a few chairs, some straight-backed, some plush and comfortable, arranged to make secondary conversation areas, with little end tables placed in strategic locations. There's a notable absence of either breakable objects, or elaborate electrical equipment such as televisions. The walls, painted an increasingly dingy white, have some sweeping dark fabric prints on them, but no paintings or posters. A steep, uncarpeted staircase leads up to the second floor. There are several doors that lead out to other sections of the house, as well. (+view for details)
Contents:
Coriander
Jacob
Information Board
Obvious exits:
Front Door Upstairs
The Monte Carlo rolls to a stop before the house, and it isn't too long before doors open and a pair of Gaians climb out. Coriander seeming a little stiff, and a little worse for wear overall and carrying a picnic basket in her arms as she heads from the car and toward the front door.
Kenneth is in rare form within the Edgewood. Seems the Shadow Lord has taken it upon himself to do some straightening up. A hand mop is out, with which he's dusting and wiping things in the living room. The sound of the Monte Carlo gets his attention, and he pauses to listen to the approach of visitors. Not that he himself isn't one. Mop in hand, Kenneth goes towards the front door and waits just a few feet from it to spot who's coming in.
Jacob follows after Coriander, his face drawn into what seems like a straight line. He gives them just enough distance to not be on top of them, but he's close enough that the idea of his being a part of the conversation is clear.
Coriander pauses a moment when she sees Kenneth there, and in that moment her muscles tense, her expression hardens and her free hand curls up into a fist. And then, whatever conversation might have been planned seems to be discarded as she walks over to him and throws a punch right at the Shadow Lord's face.
Kenneth looks upon Coriander's entry with a flicker of surprise on his features like she were the last person in the world he'd expected to see. "Cori? What're you d--" Her flying fist is the last thing he'd've expected too, and it catches him completely unaware. The Shadow Lord stumbles back several steps, mop dropping from his hand. Several blinks later, he whips his head back around and glares at the theurge, hand where he'd been struck. "What the fuck!" Jacob's background goes, for a moment, unacknowledged.
Jacob goes wide-eyed at this, jaw dropping and staying open where it lands. He doesn't say a thing, but his eyes (and his attention) are super glued to what just happened.
"That was for the full moon," Cori states before she shoves the basket against his chest. "I fought the wyrm. But this one... you have to save it, Kenneth." And contrary to her violent action a moment ago, this request comes out in a pleading, needful tone.
Kenneth looks just about ready to punch her right back in the heat of the moment, but then he's got a basket shoved into his hands and chest. The halfmoon isn't as quick to recover from his temperamental flare up. Still, unable to really articulate the tumultuous expression on his features, he directs the glare meant for Cori down to the basket. "What's in it?" asks the halfmoon without looking. Finally he finds Jacob in his sights. The philodox's frown doesn't even out.
Jacob shifts his weight and folds his arms over his chest, one eyebrow raising to look toward the basket.
"It's a turtle," Cori says, lifting the lid to be greeted with a snap and a hiss from the obviously mutated creature. Even so, she reaches in to pull it out, presenting the spiked-shelled, fanged and clawed turtle. "Please, Kenneth? You can get the Wyrm out of him, right? And we can keep him... like a pet! Or a mascot, for the pack."
Kenneth nearly drops the basket with the lifted lid and sudden snapping movement coming from it. A swear later, the halfmoon holds the basket a little further from him. Only, Cori picks up the turtle from its place in the receptacle, and the Shadow Lord's eyes widen up. All those repeated snaps towards his face, Cori's holding hand, the clawing at the air... "You're kidding, right?" he manages. Jacob gets a glance. She's kidding, right?
Jacob grins just a little now, lifting his shoulders and shaking his head. "I uh, don't think so." He laughs then, just softly.
"I'm not kidding! Kenneth!" Cori doesn't seem to mind those snaps her way, and her expression is full of compassion for the little creature. "I think Fang'll be cute, ya know... when he isn't wyrmy." She looks back at Jacob, a smile being sent his way before she looks back to Kenneth.
"... You named it 'Fang'?" Kenneth's disbelief grows. Then he looks back at Coriander. "This... thing... must be destroyed." A beat. "I mean, put out of its misery." Snap, snap.
Jacob draws in a deep breath at the growing argument and for his part keeps out of it.
Coriander pulls the turtle away from Kenneth at that, tucking it in closer to her. Which... gets her a bite to the shoulder. She flinches, but keeps it in the more protected position. "How could you /say/ that, Kenneth? He has a /name/, for goodness sakes. And you can cleanse him, and I'll take care of him, you'll see! I never had a pet before, but how hard can it be?"
Kenneth sees the turtle bite and immediately reaches out to grab for the creature. "Fine. Give it here, and we'll go do something about it," he says in a very much parenting sort of tone. Indulgent, in Kenneth's own way.
Jacob bites his lip under and nods, "Oh hey. Kenneth. She's officially off the punishment now right? Totally? No more restrictions?"
"Okay," Cori says, brightening up at his (apparent) agreement and passing Fang over to the Philodox. "Oh, yeah, because I'm gonna go to Jacob's for a shower and a smoke. But... uh... I got it, Kenneth. And I'll be moderating... my intake." She gives him a deep nod at that, even.
Kenneth hangs on to the turtle by its shell, very much trying not to get bit by those sabertoothed fangs. "Right..." he says hesitantly, eyes on the reptile. "You go on. Punishment's over. And don't... ever do it again."
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