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
Obvious exits:
Street Basement

The Asian Gnawer closes the door behind her gently, rubbing her left forearm to will away a bit of cold that bites down.

Sheeps is fast asleep, on his back on the dais. His paws flop slightly, and every so often he twitches a little, maybe dreaming about bunnies.

Yi walks down the aisle, her movement smooth and untelling of anything she might have tussled with yesterday. Her jaw and arm have healed, though the bitemarks are still somewhat apparent. Spotting the blondy, she smiles at his dreaming. Once reaching the frontmost pew, the girl sits, the movement causing a gentle, natural creak in the aged wood.

Sheeps thumps his tail a little, paws moving twitchily. His ears, flat out on the floor, are large and pointed, making his dozing head like a yellow Batman. He makes mumbly grumbly noises in his sleep. Bunnies, them bastards.

Yi giggles softly, watching the cub twitch around. She gets up and off the pew with a nother creak, then strides over to the dais. She hovers over him for a little, stifing a chuckle.

The dumbass yellow dog is oblivious.

Yi reaches over with a hand and begins to scritch the dog behind the ears as she would a pet.

Sheeps unconsciously leans into the scritching, tail wagging listlessly in his sleep. After a moment, a brown eye opens, first just a slit, and then popped wide open. He blinks drowsily, looking all around, before he remembers where he is. The dog lays his head back down, and lifts a paw to put over his muzzle, like a melodramatic actor.

Yi laughs and gives the cub one last scritch. "How're you feeling?" she asks, the way a person would talk to their dog.

Sheeps stretches doggily, then yaaawns, showing off white teeth and a pink and brown-spotted tongue. He is sleepy. How is your arm?

Yi shows the light puncture marks to him, clenching and unclenching her fist. "It will heal," she notes, glad in that sense to be Garou. "It is a good thing we didn't choose to spar with him on a fullmoon."

Sheeps looks, well, sheepish. He tries to lick at her arm.

Yi laughs as the warm pink tongue tickles her and ruffles the cub's headfur goodnaturedly. "Don't go feeling bad now," she adds. "I chose to spar. It is only natural. You do have a bit of sense now of how to fight though?"

Sheeps has been fighting for years now. No Wyrm yet, though. He wants to be a good warrior.

"And then you can sing all you want of how we 'rock and roll'ed the Wyrm," she giggles.

Sheeps plans to. His tail wags playfully, and he howls a little, a hound dog arooo.

Yi giggles and howls a soft human wolf imitation before stooping and laying her head down on the dais, gazing at the yellow dog. "What are you planning on doing today?"

Sheeps crawls closer on his belly, trying to push their noses together doggily. His is cold and puppy-brown. He was planning to go chase some cats, sniff around some garbage cans, and try to get nice ladies to take him home.

Yi ruffles the blond dog's headfur some more, grinning. "You're silly," she giggles, gazing at the dog's eyes for a moment before standing up again. "I've got some... errands... to take care of," she grins, flexing her fingers. "I'd get a job, if I were a legal resident here," she says as she checks her arm. "But before that, I will have to survive a different way, na?" she grins at the dog, the two of them probably knowing what it is like to live on the streets without much money.

Sheeps barks once, enjoying the ingenuity and cleverness of stealing. But only to those that deserve it, he conveys. He is a good dog.

Yi sticks her tongue out in a silly way, then scratches the dog a last time. "Good dogs will have much luck," she chuckles. Then she pulls off, jogs down the center aisle, and looks back briefly, waving as she opens the door and heads out.

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