Juliana Delivers Danae's Message

1/19/2009

06:42 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (42% full).
It is currently 18:40 Pacific Time on Mon Jan 19 2009.
Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.37 and falling, and the relative humidity is 65 percent. The dewpoint is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)

[At Juliana's Mansion]

With the moon hanging half shadowed in the sky, Kenneth dares a new venture into the city. It's perhaps taken him the entire day to make it there, but when he gets off the bus many blocks away and walks up to the estate Juliana owns, he's worked off much of the energy pent up within. A hand reaches out to poke the doorbell, and he looks to the secure gates. An eye roams the driveway within, searching about for vehicles that may be parked in view.

Looks to be nothing but Julie's usual vehicle present, the more expensive one likely hidden within the garage. The gate unlocks soon after Kenneth rings, Juliana herself opening the door as he makes his way towards it. "Hey, Kenneth. Been wondering how you've been."

Kenneth himself looks tired, though his hair's managed to grow back a healthy covering since the pair last saw each other. Additionally, his clothing's newer and much more styled than last time with far less wear and tear. "Juliana," he greets, "Been fine. You don't look so bad yourself." His head nods towards the interior of her home. "This a bad time? I know it's late. Took me a while to get all the way out here, though."

Juliana glances over his clothes with an approving (somewhat) look, and nods to him to follow her inside. "Not at all, darling, don't be silly. I'm really something of a night owl. Comes with the career choice," she notes with a wink as she locks the doors behind him. "What's on your mind?"

Kenneth paces into the home without further invitation, taking glances around to see what may have changed since the last time he'd been within. "Thought I'd wait 'til there was a more reasonable time to come see you about a few things," he attempts at explanation. "Have you talked to Danae lately?"

Juliana gives a light grin at that. "Reasonable times are acceptable. I've a few things I should update you on as well." She motions him into the living room area. "You want anything to drink? And actually... I have received a message from her. Text."

Kenneth answers with another slow nod, her grin not echoed in his own expression. "Yes. Anything that'll take the edge off what you're going to tell me." He even finds himself a seat in the living room, sinking down upon a cushion.

Juliana reaches to place an encouraging hand on his shoulder before she moves to go get the drinks, eventually coming out with a couple tumblers of scotch. She passes one to Kenneth before moving to sit down. "Now, I told her I was giving her a week to consider if this is really what she wanted to say, so don't go hunting her down /just/ yet, but..." She then pulls out her cell phone, pulling up the text before she turns it so that he can read.

Hey this is Danae. I'm not talking to any family right now. Can you tell Kenneth a message for me? Tell him he broke his part of the bargain and the baby is mine to do with as I please. He is not as I please.

Kenneth takes his drink but doesn't yet sip it. A good thing too, perhaps, as he reads the text and rereads it. His brow lowers and pinches. "The hell is... what fucking..." The halfmoon yanks his eyes away from the text message, turning to his drink and picking it up. He consumes the alcohol in lieu of words.

"Yes, that was about my sentiment as well," says Juliana dryly. "Almost makes it seem she doesn't think me family, too, hmm? I figured it /had/ to have been written in the heat of the moment. She seems a girl prone to dramatics, so I told her to think it over for a week. But if she still thinks the same, the question is... what do you want us to do about it?"

Kenneth sets the tumbler down empty and a little harder than needed. And for a good long moment, he doesn't say a word, staring off to an undecorated wall. Then, "Nothing. Right now, nothing." He turns back to her slowly, eyes dark and reserved in emotion beyond that of a cold sort of fury. "If she wants so badly to regret her decisions, that's her problem. Doesn't sound like she's made a good one since she got here. I'm starting to think family sent her here for other purposes," he utters with barely withheld growl.

Juliana gives a nod to him. "I'll just try to keep an eye on things, then. Let me know if there is anything I can do, though. She's free to regret her decisions, but I don't want /us/ regretting them, too." She shrugs a bit at his last words before taking a sip of her drink.

"Have you spoken to her since then? What did you say to her after this message?" Kenneth asks after a silence, moving to pace away and back in thought.

Juliana gives a shake of her head. "Nothing since then, darling. Knowing her, she won't stay quiet for long, though." She then gives him a sympathetic smile. "I swear the rest of my news is more upbeat."

The quiet tap tap tapping of Kenneth's feet against the floor with each step can be heard as he paces. "She's the one who told me not to tell Quentin, but who knows who she's gone and spoken to since. Goddamn, and she wants to be 'mated' to a /galliard/." He shakes his head more and then stops his pace to look back to the kin. "And what news is that?" he digresses.

Juliana watches him pace, shaking her head lightly. "Honestly, I have a bad feeling someone's going to have to fill me in on what's going on. I'm already tempted to raid her place for potential blackmail the way things are going. /Me/ tempted to do so. Good lord," she mutters with a roll of her eyes taking a longer drink. "Of course, I've also been low on work, and thus restless. Oh, Ryan's joining the Sept. Working on Chiminage."

Kenneth doesn't change very much in his expression save for the arching rise of a brow. "Looking to join the madness, is he. And?" he queries further.

Juliana chuckles. "Sounds like he is, yes. Suppose he finally found a good enough reason to pick a place. Anyways, his chiminage: He's buying up a /good/ deal of land, about five hundred acres, near to the bawn as he can get it. And he's going to build a safe underground complex there, as naturally made as possible. Anyone's willing to help out with it, as long as they recognize it's his territory. I'm sure it'll have a number of fascinating uses once built, maybe a good training area?"

That news makes Kenneth blink a little. The philodox mutters to himself in quiet grumblings, coming back to sit back down. "How the hell is it that you and he can have a perfectly fine, unhassled, uncomplicated relationship and on the other side of the coin there's..." He starts to pick up the tumbler, but it's empty. "Please tell me there's no crazy bitch mode on the other side of your coin."

"I don't need men's attention?" responds Juliana with an arch of her brow. "For one. And I've been rather honest with both you and Ryan, which it doesn't sound like Ms. Circles has been. And no, no crazy bitch mode. Just a stubborn mode if I feel the need," she notes with a smirk. "And a paranoid mode. Oh, speaking of, since Ryan'll be pouring most of his money into this project, he'll be staying here for a while, likely until the complex can sustain life."

Kenneth picks up the empty tumbler then, looking at it as she continues on. There are some vague nods of his head about Ryan, and after a moment he turns back to her. "On the full moons too?" he asks abruptly.

Juliana blinks. "No. Full Moons make good, regularly scheduled alone times, healthy for a relationship. And I don't have a death wish. And I have some valuable items here! I'm not going to invite possible harm to them. Bloody hell, they're worth more than /me/, some of them. I put damn hard work into obtaining those in good condition."

Kenneth turns the tumbler in his hand some and then with a look up, says slowly in a manner that sounds more meant for himself than Juliana, "Don't do anything. Yet." He stands and sets the glass back down on the table. Once it's there, he looks back to the kin. "When he's got some time, maybe we'll meet up and talk again. In the meantime, if you do talk to Danae again... you two have a nice chat." He takes a couple steps from the table.

Juliana nods to Kenneth. "Just let me know when. Or show up. He's out tonight, but usually is around while the moon is smaller." She stands up as he steps away, nodding to his other words. "Kenneth? If you're up for one more /tiny/ revelation?"

Kenneth gains a long stare off back the way he'd come from the front door. He doesn't move further just yet, nor does he turn to her.

Juliana frowns lightly, even biting her lower lip in consideration. "It's just that, considering how things are going, I want you to know, I /do/ have some useful skills. I'm rather an expert at things like lockpicking, safecracking, disabling alarms... Have you ever seen Hudson Hawk? I don't exactly /purchase/ the items I collect and sell."

Kenneth turns his head, eyeing towards the kin from over his shoulder. "You mean you're an 'antiques dealer'," he clarifies with emphasis on the latter title, "Specializing in the particularly rare and difficult to get items."

Juliana gives Kenneth a crooked smile. "For a select clientele, yes. I think you've earned a spot there, Elder, if there's ever an item you have your eye on." She lifts her glass in a faint salute, then adds, "Is there anything you might need? Snack for the road, even? I hope you know I hate letting you Garou leave hungry."

Kenneth takes his gaze back to the door, lingering there a moment. A half turn back to Juliana, he swallows his pride to say, "I'll take a sandwich if you've got it."

Juliana smirks, shaking her head at him. "Sandwiches it is. It'll just take a second to make," she assures as she waves him along into the kitchen. "Then you can go home to your woods."

Kenneth grunts in a thin huff, turning and proceeding back towards the kitchen after her. "Saner out there," he replies to her back. And once in the kitchen, he waits with a surprising amount of patience and even helps make the sandwiches if so asked to, before he sets off back to 'his woods', sandwiches in hand.

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