Brownstone -- Basement Apt.(#3328RJ)
The walls are bare cement block and red brick on three sides. The fourth is covered in plywood painted black and covered in a variety of supposedly decorative distractions. Even with them, the basement apartment is not much to look at. It is, however, extremely functional. Despite the plumbing overhead, and the central duct grates, the space is surprisingly cozy. The Current Occupant has furnished it with a beat up leather couch, in black, a few throw rugs, and a recliner. There's no television, but a decent stereo sits erected on a cinderblock shelf, four speakers mounted around the corners of the apartment. The kitchen is small and does not appear all that well stocked. A good portion of the room is dedicated to a makeshift home gym. Free weights, a mat, and other such equipment mark it off, culminating in a suspended, full weight boxing bag.
Contents:
Bernie
Kaz
Obvious exits:
Out

Bernie looks fairly satisfied with that answer. "A'ight... we'll be doin' detail on that kinda stuff later, I guess, right? So: number one, no having kids with werewolves, number two, don't forget t' fight evil, number three....?"

There's a quiet knock on the door, followed by Yi's muffled voice. "Hello? Someone there?"

Kaz nods. "We be detailin' Wyrm later, amen and selah. Ok, number three -- Well, you know how wolf packs work, got territories and shit? Kinda like gangs, only politer. Anyway, so Garou got packs, too, so the third thing is, 'Respect the Territory of Another.' Y'know, don' take it over and tell 'em if you wander around in it." She grunts, and pads over, hot dog roll in hand, to unlock the door. Grinning slightly as she sees who it is, she says, "Yo. Litany-fest. C'mon in."

Yi grins and walks in, a brown bag in her arms. "Hello. I thought I'd drop by," she says in a quiet tone. "Brought some food from the Chinese restaurant downtown."

Kaz relocks the door. "Y'mean the good one, on Riverside?"

Yi sets the bag down and brings out a few takeout boxes, complete with the happy face and 'Have a Nice Day' imprinted on them. "Ah," she nods, "actually I cooked them myself. Part time work there." She smiles and opens a box, filling the room with a warm steam and aroma of fried rice.

Thump thump thump. A fist hammered three times against the door. It's Ethan, cursing again the lack of ever remembering to grab a key for the place.

Kaz, Pavlov herself, immediately starts saliva going in her mouth, as she yells, while opening the door, "Bring your damn key /with/ you, sometimes, Jesus."

Bernie, still cocooned in her sleeping bag, but sitting propped against the wall, smirks as she sees who enters, and remarks, sotto voce, "If _he's_ Jesus, no wonder I'm Jewish..." Apparently, she hasn't completely forgiven him for his assholery the day before. In a more audible voice, with a wave to Yi, she asks, "So whatcha got in there?"

Alas for all involved, Ethan's mood doesn't seem to have improved much with the passage of time. "Yeah yeah yeah," he mutters to the Gnawer. He's got McDonald's food, slightly cold now and just enough for him, leaking grease onto the paper bag. "Signe oughtta charge you guys rent."

Kaz fetches several plates, and more than a few forks, and sticks them on the coffee table next to the Chinese. "Hey, I supply the Coke and junk food, she lets me crash. Works f'me."

"Fried rice, and some..." Yi pauses, trying to remember what the owner called it in english, "mushroom chicken?" With a laugh she pulls out the second box with the second entree, and a couple of plastic forks, chopsticks, and spoons. Add a couple of soy sauce bags. She blinks as Ethan enters, wondering who he is.

Ethan certainly acts like he owns the place. Heading into the kitchen, the smell of greasy McDonald's fare competes with the Chinese food to fill the living room. "You seen Joey around, Kaz?" he asks rather casually.

Kaz jerks a thumb at Yi. "She's a Gnawer. Yi, that's Ethan, he ain't got any manners, but he's a Get, and he lives here, so he's ok. Joey?" She shakes her head. "Not since a couple days ago. Why?"

Bernie mms, eyeing the boxes hungrily. "Sounds good," she says, looking at Yi, "Remind me to worship you later." She scoots forward in her bag and snags one of the plates, ignoring the purple-haired boy as she replies to Kaz's earlier comments. "So, okaie, I get rule three in theory, but how d'ya know, in practice? Y'all tag, or what?"

The metis snags some rice, and some chicken, and settles on the couch again. "Yeah. We do, in the city. The Rangers, out woodswards, they pee on stuff. Like wolves do. It's pretty clear whose territory is whose, that way." Ethan recognizes the name. From the kitchen, he calls back, "No moon, right?" Wow. He almost sounded civil there for a moment, which is just a short hop, skip, and a jump away from the realms of politeness. Meanwhile, he snags one of those Kaz-supplied sodas from the fridge, to cheap to spring for even a discounted soda with a combo meal.

Yi smiles and hands Bernie the whole box, knowing there are plenty more in the big brown bag. Standing up, she dusts off her jeans and bows her head briefly to Ethan. "New moon cliath of the Gnawers, yes. Three-Blades, to Gaia's children." Her voice after sounds a bit rushed, "I don't like entering and running, but I am only on lunch break, and should be going." Giving Kaz a nod, she smiles and jogs out.

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