Yi looks a little tired as she comes in, taking a whiff of the dank and dusty church air. A small sigh, as she looks around and moves down the center aisle.

Singing's coming from the basement. It's Hark, the Herald Angels Sing, loud and clear.

Yi smiles as the rich tones of the Gnawer galliard echo up from the basement. So the cub sings again. She listens to him sing a bit, then strides towards the basement door with head tilted slightly, still drinking in the cub's chords.

"Born that man no more may die: Born to raise the son of earth, born to give them second birth. Hark! the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King!" Nevada's voice bounces off dusty basement bricks. He's sitting on the counter, bluejeaned legs hanging off the sides. It takes him a second to notice Yi, and when he does, he lets a smile pull at his lips. "Mulan," he says.

Yi waves, her own smile tugging the edges of her lips. "It sounds like the Christmas carols some of the kids would sing at home," she remarks. "How long have you been sitting there and singing?"

"Not too long," Nevada reports. "Been doin it all day though, carolin'." He looks proud of himself.

Yi grins and stands in front of the cub, leaning against a cupboard along the wall. "Feel like learning something? A Gift."

"Pfft, what'd I wanna know somethin stupid like 'at for?" Nevada grins back. "Which one? Are we gonna do the evil mind control one? The persuasion thing?"

Yi nods, adding a wry quality to the grin. "I wouldn't call it mind control... just ... helping _them_ see your way." She motions a bit with her hand, for the cub to follow her. "I used this Gift many times. It works well, especially on shopkeepers."

Nevada slips off the countertop, chokechain jangling the way down. "Yeahhhh, I'll bet."

You climb up the stairs to the ground floor of the church.

Forgotten Church(#1801RAJLM)
The old church is dark, dimly lit by outside light coming in through scum-encrusted windows during the day, and tomblike during the night. There is a coatroom in the back of the nave, with separate doors leading off to mens' and womens' restrooms, and two staircases, one going up to the balcony and bell-tower, and the other leading down to the basement. The double doors leading out to the street are at the back of the coatroom.
The hard wooden pews in the sanctuary are, for the most part, still intact. There are even Bibles and hymnals left in the shelves along the back of each row, although many of them look rather chewed on. The altar on a dais at the front of the church is empty, and the lectern that once stood next to it has been knocked over. Rotting red cloth hangs at the very front of the church; there might once have been a design on it, but it has long since faded or been eaten away.
Contents:
Mural
Obvious exits:
Street Basement

Yi moves a bit down the center aisle, and turns to lean on the pew for a moment. She looks up a bit thoughtfully, then to the cub. "This Gift, comes with the help of our ancestors, and the way they used to convince others to help them, do favors for them... that thing. When our ancestors were poor, they used this gift when they asked for food, clothing, shelter. We can do the same, but these days people are a little harder to convince in following what you have in mind. You are a singer, one who lives by the tongue and expression. I think you should not have too much of a problem learning it."

Nevada follows her, hands in his pockets. He's listening.

"But," Yi adds with a little scratch on her arm, "It is not one to be used too often. People become wary when they realize they are being persuaded against their mind. So, it does not come without some cost. Use it wisely, because sometimes it does not work. There are those that can realize you are trying to persuade them, and the consequence is higher than the gain." She stands up from leaning on the pew, turning halfway towards the door. "This holiday season though, they talk much about giving instead of receiving. The people outside, are just a little more softhearted. I think you've seen that as you sing, yes?"

Nevada nods quietly.

You say "So, let's go out, and see how the gift of your tongue can help in persuading others to give you a little more than what you can earn just by singing."

((From afar, to the room, Nevada Dies.
Long distance to the room: Yi smacks her head. You sicko, Yi.))

You pull open one of the two doors and walk down the stone steps to the street.

Elson Avenue, Downtown
On the western edge of this stretch of road, Eleventh and Twelfth Streets, the neighborhoods are quiet, a quiet of fear more than calm, to judge by the occasional broken glass of a window and other signs of crime or violence. A street or two eastwards, movie theaters, restaurants, and more stores begin, and much further, stretching from Ninth most of the way to Fourth, are bars with rooms above them with stairways to the street, movie theaters of dubious repute, and women in red lace or fishnet strolling along the sidewalks, near the stairways. On occasion, a man is seen, too, flashily dressed with too much jewelry.
Obvious exits:
East West South

"So wuh, you want me to wag my tongue some, get some bucks?" Nevada strolls after her, arms folded. "Mulan, if I didn't know better," he says as he wets his lips, "I'd say you was just makin this all up, bullshittin so we get pizza cash."

Yi eyes a few ladies who pass by dressed in skimpy outfits, their faces caked with makeup and sandwiching a large man heading towards the bar a few blocks down. She's quiet until they pass, and then turns to Nevada with a wry smile. "If I wanted pizza, I could buy it without asking for money." She looks about. "You want to try here?" Her eyebrow indicates a somewhat doubtful nature. The trouble they could get into, may be more than it's worth.

Nevada eyes the same ladies, though for a considerably shorter time than Yi. He pulls on the lapels of his jacket. "Umm, maybe go upscale first, yeah?" he says, glancing sideways at her. "I mean, people here got it bad nough as it is.. " That, and he doesn't want to be actually recognized.

Yi nods, and heads towards a 'better' part of town.

Elson Commercial District
In the intersection of Fourteenth and Elson, the center of this three-block area of Elson Street, an elementary school's playground sits in the one corner not occupied by small businesses. Fenced in by chain-link fencing with the top tilted in to discourage the schoolchildren climbing out, the playground seems fairly well-cared-for. Down towards Fifteenth, the 19th Police Precinct is located, amidst other small businesses - clothes stores, a small electronics store, and a deli and convenience store frequented by the policemen. Their nearby presence seems to make this area a little less dangerous than others, for there seems little evidence of criminal activity here. Even down towards Thirteenth, with its own small businesses and grocery store, is cleaner and more at ease than some of the surrounding areas only a few blocks south.
Obvious exits:
Brownstone Police Station North South East

Yi glances around, taking note of the buildings in the area. Policemen near the stores, clothing stores, and the nearby elementary. Glancing upward, she looks at the afternoon sun. A second glance at the policemen, who are somewhat slow, or nonchalant, in noticing Yi and Nevada. "Perhaps we should move..." she says, a bit uncomfortable herself about the lawmen.

[Insert travelling to find a decent setting...]

Regan Avenue West, Downtown
For two or three blocks, between Thirteenth and Fifteenth Streets, red-brick apartment buildings alternate with the occasional small, struggling side garden or a small business. A pizza parlor decorates the corner of one intersection, and a relatively prosperous deli takes up space at another. Along one street, a fire station interrupts the other buildings, small but obviously in good condition from frequent need. Graffiti shows on sidewalks and on a few of the buildings, but is not prevalent. The road has been paved sometime within the last few years, to judge by the lack of potholes.
Obvious exits:
Regan Avenue Fifteenth Avenue Video (stairs) 3923 W. Regan Ave. Side Stairs McDonald's Fire Station Alley North South

Yi sees the pizza parlor on the corner, and nods at the surroundings. "We'll start here." Her voice is conversationally soft, watching the people passing by, some with boxes holding the italian pies, others with some sandwiches. The fire station stands with little activity milling around there. She turns to Nevada, and motions for him to select a spot to belt his music out from.

Nevada rubs his chin, casting a look over his surroundings. It's cold, and people are just trying to get going. The blond youth rubs his hands over his jacket, then moves away from Yi, arms swinging at his sides as he passes down the street. He hops up on a parked fire engine, checking himself out in the side mirror. He fluffs up his hair, makes sure he looks a little smudged, then hops back down, hands shoved in his pockets as he steps out onto the sidewalk. He begins to snap his fingers, a hum warming his throat. Then, he breaks into a Beatles song.

The best things in life are free
But you can keep them for the birds and bees
Now give me money
That's what I want
That's what I want, yeah
That's what I want..

As the galliard cub takes up his song, Yi pulls out a folded piece of what seems like origami made from the torn out ad page of a magazine. This she opens up, and it becomes a little box for holding things. Useful, isn't it? Well, useful enough to hold change and bills, into which she slips a few cents short of 2 dollars worth in US coinage, most of it pennies which were picked up from the streets. A few people pass by, simply nodding to the galliard and raggie Gnawer but are scrooges with their spare change. A woman smiles at Nevada, tossing in a dollar to the lot. After a couple of minutes, the duo has gained about half of the money needed for a decent sandwich, totalling around 4 bucks. Yi pats Nevada on the shoulder, then takes a glance at a group coming down the street.

For the most part, this group is small, 5 of them split to two couples and one in front, just like a pack. The look of them, though, is what drew Yi's attention. The leader is one of the locals, a teen dropout it would seem, or at least by his clothing. He's lean, wearing a hooded black sweatshirt scrawled over with the band Korn over the front. Moving up to his rugged face, a myriad of piercings, ears, nose, eyebrow, lip... add in the dyed washed-out green and red spiked hair, and you have one of the punks that come from the worser side of town. A side, Nevada might know well enough to recognize this fellow and his posse.

((Long distance to the room: Yi tosses in the accessories... just imagine some punk gangsta. Nev and Alicia would know him I thinks. ;)
From afar, to the room, Nevada dies.))

Nevada finishes "Money," playing up the cute po' guttah trash look by air guitaring some, and making sure to beam at the people who award him some cash. He rubs his hands together, grinning as prospective wallets approach down the streets. That grin hitches a little when he catches sight of the gang. He'd recognize those Thriller music video extra rejects anywhere, though the same probably can't be said for him. Since he was snatched up from these streets several months ago, Nevada's gone from a skinny, sallow, pierced, black-eyed drug-addicted loud obnoxious hungry brat to a muscled, semi-wholesome, all-American loud obnoxious hungry brat. Nevada straightens up his jacket, shoots a grin at Yi, then prepares for his next song. Licking his hand and slicking back his hair, he leans against a lamp post as he begins "Just a Gigolo."

"Hey look, it's that SilvaSta'," one of the punkgoth lackeys points out to the head of the group. The rest of them glance in Yi and Nevada's direction, looking around for that skinny Nev of the past. "Whaddya talkin' 'bout Snatch?" comes the dainty voice of a nose-pierced girl, "I don't see that playboy anywha." The leader of group smirks, "Nev prolly got picked up an' dragged ta juvie. He's fuckin' the big boys now ah bet. Dat boy's not 'round anymo, so shut yer trap Snatch an' go do what ya do best. Ah'm feelin' for some extra sausage." The leader's eyes stray towards the small paper box on the ground in front of Yi and Nevada, and in the slightest of motions waves for the rest of them to spread into standard pickpocket formation. The bumper, the snatch, the handoffs, the distractions...

Yi is just as familiar with the ways of the streets, and as Snatch comes strolling in a roundabout manner towards the two of them, she offers a small smile from far off. The perpetual 'snatch' pauses in his normally smooth stroll, glancing about to check the positions of the others, some who have crossed the street, the leader keeping in the back as his lackeys do the dirty work.

That Silver State, meanwhile, puts on a hell of a show. "I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go, people know the part Dave's playin'! Pay for every dance, selling each romance..Ooh, what they sayin!" Nevada swings and dances about the sidewalk, happy-go-lucky, cheery like a drunk. He breezes on up to people on the street, singing right to them, the cause of smirking looks and hurried exits and little giggles and blushes. "But there will come a day when youth will pass away. What will they say about me? When the end comes I know, that I'm just a gigolo.. Life goes on without me!" Ambling along, singing his song, he chooses the pierced-nose girl as his latest target.

The pierced-nosed girl hides her smile, being songwooed by a stranger who for all the world seems like the sweetest, and cutest, guy in her visual range at the moment. Her cue though, is the distraction, and that she tries to do as well, smiling sweetly at the galliard. Snatch continues down the street, offering a last glance at the group's leader hesitantly. The leader, though, is smiling a little less now as his eyes darken towards the singing fool on the street.

Yi smirks, still leaning against the wall as she watches Nevada's antics. As the thief comes closer, he bends down as if to drop a few coins into the paper container, but in reality palming a few dollars worth into the tight sleeves of his longshirt with expert skill. As Snatch appears to move on, Yi calls softly, "Merry Christmas, Snatch." Her voice combined with his name breaks his composure, spinning him around 180 to stare at Yi. She walks towards the pickpocket and brushes his shoulder softly, almost flirtingly, before rounding back to her spot. "Have a nice day," she remarks to the now unnerved Snatch who hurriedly moves on towards the handoff guy.

Folks are starting to stare. Not everyday you see a real live spontaneous music popping up on the streets, or a loud kid harassing a tough-looking bunch of hoods with a song and dance number for that matter. Nevada gives the pierced girl a wink, then starts to waltz across the sidewalk. He dances around jauntily, borrowing a flashy neon umbrella from a duo of giggling teenaged girls. He springs up on the back of a parked taxi, using the umbrella for a cane as he tapdances. "'Cause I ain't got nobody! Nobody cares about me! Nobody, nobody cares for me!"

Yi suppresses a giggle as some people are starting to whistle and applaud the show. "Why doesn't anyone care, Nevada?" she calls out amidst his song, breaking into a wide smile as she watches Snatch from the corner of her eye. The thief, who was about to hand off a few easy bucks, discovers that he not only is missing a few bucks, but the nice watch on his hand and his wallet from a loose pocket. That'll teach him not to wear a chain. The handoff guy scowls, smacking the smaller upside the head. "What's da matta? You gotta taste of yer own shit? Where's the dough man?" Snatch looks perplexed, the only answer he can possibly find is Yi, but even he is unbelieving she could switch roles and pick up some extra in the process. "It's her man, I tell ya it's the Chinagirl over dere." The leader scowls as Nevada seems to be upstaging the group as far as image, and barks out to the rest of them. "C'mon, let's get the fuck outta here. Snatch! Got et?" The thief panics, gritting his teeth and nodding in a little white lie. "Yah. Got it." The pierced-nosed girl smiles again at Nev, crossing the street to where he is. She gazes at him coyly, before heading towards Snatch and friend, waiting for the others to gather up and bugger on outta there before Nevada draws his own personal riot squad.

Nevada taps on the hood of the cab, then jumps to the sidewalk. He tosses the umbrella like a baton, catching and spinning it hand-over-hand before he passes it back to the nice sweet girls he borrowed it from. He doesn't miss a beat. Yi gets a broad grin, and the gang gets a glance. They aren't getting off so easy. He swings right up to Korn-toting gang leader, throwing an arm around his shoulder and kicking his legs in a can-can. "I'm so sad and lonely! Sad and lonely, sad and lonely! Won't some sweet Mama! Come and take a chance with me! Coz I ain't so bad!" At this point, some firefighters have even come out to see what the hell's going on.

"WHAT THE FUCK MAN!!??" comes the angry exclamation as the leader finds Nevada bouncing to the can-can beside him. The autoresponse of course, is a balled up fist aimed towards Nevada's gut to knock his wind and dance number out.

((You paged Nevada and Alicia with 'Everybody now! G-A-I-A! G..A I A! (With Squall as the Indian Chief in the Garou Village People .. (Garou Sept Homids?))'.
Alicia pages to Nevada and Yi: ROFL!!))

That's just what the dancin' foo was expecting. He blocks with his free arm, letting the punch thud into him harmlessly. With the other arm, he crooks the thug closer to him by the neck. Hard. "I ain't got nobody! Nobody!" He calls to Yi, begging her to back him up singing. "Nobody! Not no one!" He can-can kicks left and right, then releases the tough hood with a grin. "Nobody! Not no one! Nobodyyyy!"

The thug makes almost a shriek in his rage as he is headlocked against a bouncing Nevada. Cars are slowing as the rest of the people gather in the streets to watch, and the punk gang just stares at Nevada roughing it up with their leader... or most of them are. Yi is just laughing along with the rest of the crowd, though wary of any attempts at escalation. And escalate this scene does, as the thug leader tries aiming a kick to Nevada's groin.

Nevada goes to dodge, but he isn't all the way successful. His little gigolo gets clipped. But the show must go on. Singing in an exagerratedly higher voice, he keeps on going, grinning and bearing it, and bouncing a little on one foot. Several firefighters wince. He moves to mash the thug's hooded head into a parking meter, musically.

With a lovely thud pitched somewhere near low bass accompanied with a light chink of the change inside the parking meter, the thug leader's head produces some harmony at least. The others have come to their senses, and Snatch and the Hand (as I'll call him) come rushing towards Nevada to help their leader in apparent need. Yi moves as well, though not without some natural grace of motion as she takes an interception path. The firefighters grow concerned, some shifting under the emotion of the crowd at what seems like a potential fight right in front of the station, and the police station not too far off. Action this close, is bound to draw attention. Yi calls over to Nevada, "Hey Rock-N-Roll! Don't break his head now!"

"I think this here's our cue," Nevada calls, dropping the thug to the ground. Hand-off reaches him first, taking a swing, but the cub grabs him by the outstretched arm and runs him into the parking meter. Then he bounces his way on over toward Yi, singing the last and final strains of the song. "There will come a day when youth will pass away.. What will they say about me?" He leaps up onto the hood of the taxicab once more, moving a hand away from his 'battle wound' so that he can lift up his arms, motioning for folks to come sing the chorus with him. "When the end comes, I know, that I'm just a gigolo... life goes on without me!" He takes a bow.

Yi sends Hand-off head over heels as Nevada's throw takes him right over her, the thug smacking right into the meter between the legs. Ouch. That produces an audible 'oooh' from the crowd, and Yi brushes herself off before ducking her own head into her hood. She pauses for a moment, watching the punk gang gather around fallen leader and friend, then turns to Nevada as he leads the rest of the crowd in chorus. Even the firefighters join in for the last bit, carefully leaving out the gigolo line in their song and the crowd erupts with laughter, applause and of course, money. Yi walks around with that familiar paper box, with coinage and bills almost flying their way into the little container while Nevada bows away. The taxicab driver, having since come out of the deli to watch, is laughing too hard to scowl. He hasn't seen a good entertaining fight like that since he flew in from Italy years ago. Looking up at Nevada, he tells the cub in a classic italian accent, "Good job kid, now get on out of here before they wake up and realize you've turned the whole block into a riot scene."

"Gotcha, man," Nevada tells the cabbie, firing a thumbs-up his way as he drops grinning from the hood. He tries not to wince too hard. Throwing a one-armed hug around Yi's shoulders, he beams at the crowd, pointing at her for applause too. A dog is barking somewhere, and it's catching on. "Let's get the hell outta here, huh?" the cub chuckles to his elder.

Yi reaches up and ruffles the cub's hair, stuffing the box full of change into the front pocket of her sweatshirt. "Let's," she replies and nods to the crowd. "Back to the church, Draws-A-Crowd" she says softly but close enough for Nevada to hear. One last glance to the thug gang, and the two of them head back to the sanctuary.

Forgotten Church(#1801RAJLM)
The old church is dark, dimly lit by outside light coming in through scum-encrusted windows during the day, and tomblike during the night. There is a coatroom in the back of the nave, with separate doors leading off to mens' and womens' restrooms, and two staircases, one going up to the balcony and bell-tower, and the other leading down to the basement. The double doors leading out to the street are at the back of the coatroom.
The hard wooden pews in the sanctuary are, for the most part, still intact. There are even Bibles and hymnals left in the shelves along the back of each row, although many of them look rather chewed on. The altar on a dais at the front of the church is empty, and the lectern that once stood next to it has been knocked over. Rotting red cloth hangs at the very front of the church; there might once have been a design on it, but it has long since faded or been eaten away.
Contents:
Nevada
Mural
Obvious exits:
Street Basement

The two of them beat it into the church, and Yi flops down into a pew, laughing with Nevada. "That was unbelievable," she manages between chuckles, pulling out the paper box filled with change and bills. She looks down at the amount of money the cub gathered with his antics. "I'd only meant for a few more dollars, but you..." she lets her comment trail and shakes her head good naturedly.

"... sacrified my state capital for a few extra bucks," Nevada finishes with a grin. He asks his crotch,"You little dudes alright down there? Gah!" He laughs and stretches out on a pew. "Don't know what came over me," he laughs.

Yi is just about to comment that it was the Luna-cy of it all, when the church doors suddenly fly open with a bang. At the entrance, stands Snatch, slightly hunched over with the thug leader's arm over his shoulder, and Hands supported between two girls, one of them the pierced one. They stand there motionlessly, mostly for dramatic effect.

Nevada glances up, his grin fading.

"The /Fuck/ do you think you are?!" yells the leader of the group, whipping his hand off Snatch's shoulder in an action most telling of his anger at the humiliating experience he just received. "NOBODY just /waltzes/ into /my/ street and makes a fool outta me. 'Specially a prettyboy who fuckin' lives in a fuckin' church!" Snatch scowls at Yi, his own embarrassment at being outpickpocketed by his chosen victim showing through his features.

Yi stands up from the pew, leaving the money in the box on the bench. Moving into the center aisle, she gives the galliard cub a glance, one telling him to control his temper. "Keep the Veil," she says softly.

Nevada swings his legs around, standing up. He looks straight at the gang leader, lifting his hands. "Hey, man," he says,"You really mad about that? Shit, it weren't personal or anything. I was gonna tell you, but you went all kung fu on me, chief."

"Fuckin' kung fu my ass!" comes swift retort from Hands, who is walking a little funny still from that parking meter between the legs. "Don't you give me that fuckin' shit ya asshole...You an' yer chink girlfriend just lowered my rep on that street in front of a whole shitload of fuckers," growls the leader. The pierced-nose girl, from behind the leader, still gives Nevada a quick wink. "Ya gotta admit 'e did sing pretty well tho-- Augh!" Snatch gets a backfist to the head, sending him sprawling against the wooden church door. The leader narrows his eyes, straight at Nevada. "I'm gunna teach you a lesson, prettyboy... and when I'm done with you, your girlie's next." He motions with a hand, and Hands closes up the doors.

((From afar, to the room, Nevada notes that the place exudes Rage, being a Garou hangout, and folks with WP less than 4 or so would be a little freaked ;) ))

Yi casts a glance towards Nevada, checking the cub's temper. The air around is getting palpably tense, and it seems only the leader is the most comfortable, wallowing in his anger... or his fear.

((Long distance to the room: Yi nodnods. Which is why none of the others are saying much. Ah, the loyalty of lackeys.
Long distance to the room: Yi warns that Bossman is just on the verge. His anger for being humiliated is all that's keeping him from bolting. The rest of them, is because their boss is not bolting that they aren't. Goal here: persuade bossman to get the hell out before he does something stupid.))

Nevada's cool as a cucumber. "Man," he says,"You can whoop our asses all ya like, and I know ya can do it, but it ain't us you want. You know this guy Fabrice? Kinda an asshole, talks funny? My cousin runs with him. He says to me, hey kid, you don't sound half bad, you wanta make a quick buck? And I'm like shit yeah, 'cause who wouldn't. He says hang around the firehouse for an afternoon, if I see a bunch of mofos like you, I go all musical on 'em." He throws up his hands. "Wait til he hears how his plan backfired, though."

Fabrice? Who the hell is Fabrice? The thought scrolls through the gangleader's mind, taking a while in his tiny rage-filled brain to register the name, and come up with a face. "Fabrice eh..." rumbles the leader, a wicked smile of recognition lighting his face like christmas lights. "Thanks.. I'll remember 'im." The leader turns, and the others behind him seem rather eager to open the door and get the hell out of there. But suddenly, the bossman turns around, whipping a nice hand revolver and points it at Nevada. "But it really is gonna be too bad that your cousin has to find you like this. So what's your name, so I can tell 'Fabrice' that it's not smart ta mess with me."

Nevada laughs, allowing a timbre of fear to creep into his voice. His hands are up. "Boss, I knew you was a smart kinda guy when I saw you, I know you're just tryin to scare the shit out a me, and hell, it's workin. You wouldn't shoot me 'cause I'm not worth the bullet, and Fabrice and them'd wouln't care two shits. Too strung out on smack half the time, yanno? I'm Carson anyways, and I get outta this place noon tomorrow." He cringes a little. "We cool man?"

Yi doesn't quite move anywhere, but since the boss has been ignoring her for the whole time, she has since moved to a better position a little behind Nevada. The boss looks almost pensive for awhile, gun pointed at Nevada with a mask of confidence behind the fear. A minute of tense silence passes, and finally, the leader uncocks the hammer. "Smart move, prettyboy," he growls as the gun is slipped away. "Just don't let me catch ye singin' on my street again, cuz if I do, I'll cut yer tongue out an shuv it up so far Fabrice's ass ya're gonna put shit taste in his fuckin' mouth when ya kiss him." This elicits a series of chuckles, as well as a few winces. The leader jerks his head and the gang opens the door, piling out with all haste. The leader is the last to leave, sending one last glance at 'Carson' before slipping out and kicking the door closed.

Nevada watches the doors slam, quiet for a moment. It's hard to tell if he's annoyed, or even angry, having his sanctuary all burst into and a gun drawn on him. He has that cool blank look he tends to get sometimes. He turns to Yi, squints. "How's he fuckin figger that? The shit taste I mean. Didn't he say he'd -cut out- my tongue?"

Yi rubs under her chin, giving a small shrug. "Maybe he's done it to someone before," she offers with a wry grin. "So, there is your lesson. Learn much, yes?" The comment is followed by a quiet chuckle, still a bit tense though.

"Yeah, yeah I did," Nevada says. "I'm sure Fabrice and Mr. Kornshucker is gonna be learnin' a few things too. I got this feelin. So, how much we get?" The blank-danger look melts away into an eager-puppy kind of expression.

Yi looks back towards the pew where the money was left, and laughs. "I'm not sure, I didn't count. But I think it is enough for a pizza." She smirks and strides towards the pew with the moneybox, lifting it up with a quiet jingling of the money inside.

Nevada follows her there, interested in the jingling money like a dog who hears the can-opener going. "So, was I good or what?" he grins, cuffing her in the shoulder playfully. "Man that was some wacky shit."

"I don't think I will understand /what/ gibbous moons can do when it is their moon," Yi grins and gently pours the money down onto the pew to count it out. "You were great," she notes. "Maybe next time, we can get a crowd in front of Signe's." She laughs at that mental image, and looks down at the various coinage.

Nevada laughs too. "I'd be so dead," he says, his easy voice colored with respect for That Woman. He flops onto the pew, his gaze quickly flicking over the money.

Yi gathers up the bills, flipping through them with efficiency. Next come quarters, dimes, nickels, and finally a massive amount of pennies each stacked like an accountant would. After she finishes up the count, her eyes widen a bit in surprise. "31 dollars and 78 cents." She glances up at Nevada and quirks a smile. "Congratulations, you make more money than I do in 5 hours."

Nevada pops up his brows. "Thirty-one dollars? Well sheeit." He grins happily at her across the stacked coinage. "Couldna done it without ya, Fortune Cookie. Hey, I was thinkin.. "

Yi tilts her head at Nevada, "Mmhm?"

"Whatcha want for Christmas?" Nevada smiles playfully.

Yi blinks at the question, a wash of confusion flooding over her face for a moment. "Uhm..." she manages the monosyllabic word of confusion as well. "I don't know?"

Nevada pffts. "How'm I supposed to know then?"

Yi rubs the back of her neck and thinks over this. "I don't know that either." She grins, cheshire-cat style.

Nevada laughs at that. "So I'll surprise you, OK?" He grins, liking this idea.

Yi chuckles and nods. "Ok then." A brief pause flits by, before she glances at Nevada. "What do /you/ want for Christmas?"

"A horse," Nevada replies with a grin.

Yi blinks, laughs, and nods. "Ok then," she grins, filing that away into the recesses of her mind. "I think the money here can buy a horse or two."

"One with spots, gotta have the spots," Nevada adds with a grin. "I'm gonna be a cow boy. We can keep 'em in the church, and feed him the 'hay' Ethan an Joey got layin around."

((Long distance to the room: Yi gets Nevada a horse. A My Little Appaloosa.
Long distance to Nevada and Alicia: Yi will DIE if someone apps a Garou named SisQo. ~Unleashes-the-Dragon~
From afar, to Alicia and Yi, Nevada so wants to app her bimbo_Garou Lets-Go-Shoppin ;)))

Yi chuckles and grins, gathering up the money and handing it to Nevada. "This is yours, I believe."

((And believe that Nevada decided all that singing and dancing was tiring enough for bed. ;) ))