In the back of the house, Christopher nods. "You know. Perhaps I should do that from now on. This kinda is like an exercise. Except it's actually cool." You go through the open doorway at the end of the front hall to enter the large room subdivided into the kitchen and dining room of the house.

Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall, broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing behind the house.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Christopher, Nevada
Obvious exits:
Hallway/Living Room Back Door

From the front of the house, pawsteps come a knockin' on the wood and the sounds of a claws clicking against the floor. Before long a wolfish head peers around the doorway to the kitchen and sniffs experimentally.

[OOC Note here: Silly lupus Yi, not knowing of the rules and apparently no one there ICly who knew either. So I claim ignorance of the law, which is no excuse, but ah well. I won't tell if you won't. ;)]

In the front rooms, Jay steps in from the porch, closing the front door behind him.

In the front rooms, Jay goes through the aperture at the northern end of the front hallway to enter the back room of the house. Jay has arrived.

"Jus keep workin at it," Nevada says, then glances towards the door. He performs a doubletake before he notices the Asian Gnawer, grinning. "Hey!" He pats his leg, whistling a little.

The brownish black lupine pads closer but from her own will, not because of Nevada's 'melodious' whistling.

Nevada crouches down, scratching the Ragabash around the ears. "Hey, what's up?"

Three-Blades sits on her haunches next to the galliard, ears flicking a little. Tonight is lacking of moon. Time for the ragabash. Not much to do, except wait for something to happen.

"Ya, well I know what ta do," Nevada says with a slow, sly grin. "Y'know what Halloween is?"

Christopher looks up picking up on a word that Three-blades said. "Moon?"

Christopher looks over to Nevada. "Did she say moon?"

The lupus chuffs a greeting to Chris, making an almost human-like gesture of a nod. What is ~Halloween?~

Christopher blinks not understanding the lupus. "I really need to learn the wolf and garou tongue."

"Ya, moon. It's a no moon tonight," Nevada tells Christopher with a grin. He looks back to the Ragabash, explaining,"Well, we got dis holiday, called Halloween. On the thirty-first a each Octoba, which'll be tomorra, we all dress up in funny costumes an' go out Trick or Treatin. What dat is, is we go from door ta door ringin doorbells. When the door opens, we say 'trick a treat' and the person inside give us candy. Ain't 'at great, or what?"

Three-Blades's tail swishes slowly in the air as she listens to the galliard, head cocking to one side in curiousity. Next night, you will do this?

Christopher begins chuckling. "Oh man. Wouldn't it be great if we could use our Crinos forms as our halloween costumes."

"Heh, people give ya candy, an you give 'em heart attacks," Nevada remarks with a smirk. He ruffles Blades' headfur. "Well, yah, I'm goin tomorra. I mean, any Gnawa would." He smiles mischeviously. "I can tink of two already."

The lupus turns and snarls warningly. No! Crinos is the form of war, not a ~costume~ to wear and frighten the twolegs. You break the Veil, and endanger the whole caern with that action.

Christopher chuckles and backs away from the Lupus. "I was joking! Geesh."

Christopher looks over to Nevada. "I know. I was just joking. That's all."

Three-Blades whuffs apologetically. This one does not mean to be angry. The wolven Gnawer nudges the Fianna with her head, glancing at Nevada for translation. Have none taught you of the Litany, other than Eamon-rhya?

Nevada explains,"She wants ta know if anybody else has taught ya the Litany, 'sides Eamon."

Nevada adds with a smile,"She ain't mad atcha."

Christopher reaches down and scritches Three-Blades behind the ears and then looks down to Three-Blades knowing she said something to him, but didn't understand it. He looks up towards Nevada for a translation, then gets one and looks back down to Three-Blades. "Yeah. Steven did."

Opening her jaws in a grin, she chuffs in understanding before turning to Nevada. And you? Her gaze is teasingly testing. Can you recite the laws of the Garou?

"In my sleep," Nevada replies proudly, leaning back against the counter.

[Long distance to the room: Three-Blades | Nevada: I know the Litany. Yi: Show me.
From afar, to the room, Nevada recites the litany through modern new age theater interpretive dance. ;)]

Christopher looks over to Nevada. "What did she say?"

Nevada relays,"She wants ta know if I know the Litany, s'what."

With a low rumble, the lupus teases the galliard cubs. Show me, talesingers. The laws of the ~Garou~ are to be known by all.

Jarred strolls in.

Christopher nods. "Oh. I am a bit rusty on the Litany, but I am doing my best to remember it. Most of it is pretty easy to remember. Shall I recite what I know?

"Garou shall not mate wi' Garou," Nevada starts off, folding his arms. He looks to Christopher, then glances to catch the arrival of Jarred. He flashes a grin.

Jay heads into the doors, right behind Jarred.

Jarred raises his hands. "Hey, don't look at me, pal." He winks.

Christopher thinks for a moment. "Respect the Teritory of another." He then looks back Nevada.

Three-Blades's ears turn at the footsteps of Jarred and she chuffs greetingly. This one has not met you formally. ~Song Yi Ling~, ~Three-Blades~, Gnawer no-moon. She turns back to the two cubs and whuffs. And?

"Combat the Wyrm whereva it dwells an wheneva it Jay!" Nevada pauses, and grins. "Wheneva it breeds. Hey, man."

Jay smiles and waves to his fan club as he lumbers in from behind Jarred, stepping past him. "Hey guys." He says before shushing, sinking down to his knees as his strong arms drape about Three-Blade's neck, drawing her into a big wolf hug.

Christopher looks up seeing Jarred and grins. "Greetings Jarred-rhya." Then goes back to answering the question. He answers it like asking a question. "Ummm.... No combat in times of peace?"

"Accept an honorable surrenda," Nevada says, after clearing his throat.

Jarred turns to Yi, answer the Gnawer. "I'm Jarred Aerhardt, Cliath Galliard of the Shadow Lords. Pleased to meet you."

Three-Blades whuffs and licks Jay with her long, moist tongue. Surrounded by galliards, we are, Jay-yuf. She whuffles softly in a lupine laughter before rumbling approval at Nevada and correcting the Fianna cub, The Leader may not be challenged during war, but can be during peacetime. You are missing quite a few in between though. Her jaws open in a toothy grin.

Christopher looks to Nevada. "What did she say?"

Jay chuckles and strokes gently upon Three-Blade's ears, hugging his sister tightly, training his eyes upon Christopher and Nevada once more.

"She says ya missin a few in between," Nevada says translates,"The leada may not be challenged durin wartime, but he can in time a'peace."

Christopher snaps his fingers. "Ooooohhh okay."

Christopher snaps his fingers. "Ooooohhh okay." He then continues. "Okay let's see.. Respect those beneath us"

Three-Blades looks up at Jarred, his name sinking into her head and connecting. This is the one whose friend healed you, right Jay? Her eyes gaze at the gnawer ahroun, blinking for affirmation.

"Submission ta those a higher station," Nevada says.

Three-Blades chuffs approvingly to the galliard gnawer. Correct. She sniffs Jay with a curious air, still smelling a tinge of alcohol with her wolven sense of smell.

Jay has scrubbed and showered himself 'three' times today. With a nod of his head, he affirms Three-Blade's question, still dragging his fingers through her scruff.

Jarred looks down for a moment. "umm.. Jay. There's something you might wanna know."

Turning her gaze to the Shadow Lord, her head drops with ears laid back in a submissive manner. This one thanks you for asking your friend to heal my brother. If you are in need of this one's aide, do not hesitate to ask. She pricks her ears back up and quirks her head slightly to the side, hoping the Slord would accept her thanks.

Jarred nods. "I accept your thanks. I'm glad that Jay is better. But Jay..." he turns to the Ahroun. "I just checked on the guy today. He's not doin' too well." His face is very serious.

Christopher looks over to Nevada. "I really really need to learn the wolf tongue." He then looks towards the rest assembled. "Perhaps one of you can teach me the wolf tongue?"

Jay blinks a bit, taking a deep breath. "Whats wrong with him?" He asks, glancing Jarred with his own serious orbs.

Three-Blades's happy gaze turns serious at the Shadow Lord's words, her lesson of the Litany somewhat forgotten. What is wrong?

Nevada turns a glance to the Shadow Lord, his brows lowered in concern.

Jarred sighs. "He said it was the same thing you had. Apparently, he took it out of you, but didn't have the power to eradicate it. And he's a human. He was puking his guts out when I visited him today. Same shit as you. Fever, the works."

Three-Blades flattens her ears against her head worriedly. Is there a way to remove the taint permanently?

Eamon opens the front door and enters the farmhouse. He waves to the folks around. "Hey there, what's up?"

Christopher looks over to Eamon and smiles towards her. "Heya Eamon-rhya!" He shouts. He then stands up forgetting about his sore shoulder and cluches it in pain. "ARRRGGGHH!!!"

Eamon grins. "Whassup? What happened to you?"

"He gonna be OK?" Nevada asks Jarred, chewing on his lip a little. See, they shoulda thrown him that party.

Three-Blades jumps at the cub's yell, her already worried state enhanced with further irritation. She wills herself calm, however, restraining herself from her growling at the cub. Her eyes remain on the Shadow Lord, hoping for an answer as her mind goes on a guilt trip.

Christopher sucks on his teeth as he cluches his arm, looking up at Eamon. "I think I cramped up while I was practicing shifting forms in the barn. It hurts like hell whenever I move it for some reason."

Eamon nods. "Hmm. You might've pulled something. If you shift, it should heal up quick. Don't shift in here, though, go out to the barn. When you get hurt, you don't heal as fast in homid form as you do in the others. That's your birth form."

Jarred looks at Nevada. "I really don't know. I'm no theurge, man. He didn't look good at all. I mean, Jay told us that Rite of Cleansing didn't work on him... so I'm not sure what Perrin's gonna do."

Christopher staggers back and slumps down in the chair he was sitting in. He starts to massage his shoulder hoping to make the pain subside again. "I'll try rhya, but I don't know if I can do it. It hurts even more when I shift with it, than when I move it. I don't know what to do."

Eamon blinks at Jarred. "What's that about?"

Three-Blades whines softly, not liking this complication. What about Elan's... She looks at Nevada, the word not coming to her immediately. ~Castor oil~ ? From afar, Nevada laughs. Castor oil?

The scouting mission that Jay and I performed, going to the sewers, the lupus explains to the elder Fianna. We were attacked by some form of bane, and he swallowed a piece. It made him sick, and Perrin healed Jay, but now he is sick.

Jay continues to listen, then trains his eyes upon Eamon as he pushes himself off the wall, running a hand back through the long strands of brown bangs which dip forever annoyingly into his face.

"I don't tink all the throwin up in the world gonna help wi' dat," Nevada says with a frown. "Jay, you already tried. Does dis mean he could die?"

Eamon says "It hurts when you shift? That's weird. Maybe you should go find a healer, Chris." He turns to Three-Blades. "And Cleansing didn't help it? Who's this Perrin person? And where were you scouting for banes?""

Christopher looks towards the others in the room while his hand nurses his his painful shoulder. He then looks up hearing Eamon speaking to him. "I think I know what it might be... perhaps all of that shifting has given me a broken shoulder or something. I don't know. If I shift, my bones would move around causing me greater pain along with the pain of the transformation."

Christopher adds. "However. The pain of the transformation is getting lesser and lesser with each day."

Jay shrugs his shoulders to Nevada. "I don't know.... maybe Elan can help him... he's real good at that shit y'know....But I wasn't ganna die from it.. I don't think he will either..."

Three-Blades glances over to Jarred, then to Eamon again. The sewers, she snorts, her ears laid back at the thought of the city blight. We think we've found a nest of the fishbait, but Banecruncher agrees we should scout a second time.

"Maybe some chicken soup den?" Nevada suggests with a small grin.

Jarred cracks a smile at that, looking up at Nevada. "Yeah, maybe that'd do it."

Christopher looks over to Nevada and Jarred. "Chicken soup for a sore arm?"

Eamon nods. "That's good. Maybe Duncan can help you out with that, Chris. Three-Blades, where in the city were you scouting? What area?"

Jarred closes his eyes, willing himself to be patient with the cub.

Jay blinks and looks to Chris, then raises a brow. Glancing to Eamon, he speaks up. "Osprey's fountain is where Three-Blades an I were scouting and where I got attacked. Just under it."

Nevada snorts a little. "Na, man. Not chicken soup. What you want is tha Bean N Bacon, f'dat."

Jarred nods, agreeing with Nevada. "Yep. If it were a leg, now Broccoli and Cheese would be the way to go."

Eamon blinks. "Osprey? Holy shit, that's my fuckin' back yard. What the hell's down there?"

Christopher stomach begins to grumble loudly at the mention of food and Christopher looks down at his stomach. "Excuse me. All of this food talk is making me hungry." He says licking his lips slightly.

Three-Blades chuffs her agreement. ~Osprey Circle Fountain.~ A breeding place of the banes, in this one's thoughts. The circle shape does not sit well with me either, but... this one could just be seeing too deeply into things.

Jay glances to Chris, then looks to Eamon again. "Um.... Sepdet says it used ta' be an old Gnawer hang out down below.. kinda like a bomb sheltah. When we was down 'dere, we met a lotta banes an shit. We didn't check out da' shadow yet tho'. Dat's why we need a anotha scounting party. But lets just say dat' its a mess dats' gotta be cleaned up, Cuz dey' be saying dat' thangs be attacking da' barn an farmhouse from the sewers."

Three-Blades rumbles softly, if a bit jokingly. So don't be surprised if a bane leaps out from your ~toilet.~

Eamon says "Damn. Lemme know if you need any help. I don't want any of that shit in my living room. Yeah, the place has a little power. Not anything like the caern, but it's there. The banes're either trying to steal it or corrupt it. The sewers are just fucked-up in general. I tried to scout it a while back with another group and we barely set foot down there when we got attacked."

Christopher grins and just sits back and listens, deciding to let the Bone Gnawers talk among themselves without interference.

Jay nods his head. "Well..heh..we need help...I'll be the first to admit that man." He rubs at Three's ears playfully. "We need some more new moons ta help scout.. I'm an easy target unfortuantly.. Being a Full Moon...we could use a good theurge or two.."

Crescents to see how far the corruption has spread, or at least the part that can be cleaned. No-moons like myself. ~And bleach. Lots of bleach.~ She growls jokingly, licking up at the ahroun's hand.

Christopher grins and just sits back and listens to the three Bone Gnawers, Shadow Lord and Fianna talk amongst themselves. Just then his stomach grumbles again and Christopher heaves out a long frustrated sigh. "I better go and get something to eat." He stands up from his chair and walks towards the counter, doing his best to try not and move his left shoulder. The young Fianna manages to open up the cabin with his free hand and take down a bowl and set it down on the table-counter.

Nevada eyeballs his watch. The cheap little thing is on its last leg, barely managing to run. 7:37. "Guys, I had some Chinese food ta pick up.. umm, thirty minutes ago. Whoops." He lifts an eyebrow. "Well, at least I'm fashionably late now. See ya guys aroun." He wiggles his fingers in a wave, making sure to punch Jay in the shoulder on his way out.

Jarred waves. "Later, Nevada."

Jarred says "I think I'm gonna head out, myself..." He turns to Jay. "I just thought you guy might want to know about Perrin, that's all. If we can help him, I think we should. Y'know?"

Jay smirks and punches Nevada back in the shoulder as he goes, then reaches out, snagging the muppet dreamer by the back of his shirt, tugging him into his arms, giving his younger brother a huge hug. "See ya t'night and keep outta trouble ok?" Always worrying, he shoves him off towards the door once more, then ruffles up Three-Blade's ears.

Three-Blades barks a short goodbye to the galliard gnawer, leaning her head against the ahroun, also chuffing in agreement with the Shadow Lord.

"Trouble, who me?" Nevada is grinning as he waltzes out the door.

Christopher reaches his hand up again and closes the cabinet, then moves over to the Cereal and opens up the refrigerator and pulls out a box of cereal and sets it on the table-counter alongside the bowl, then goes and goes and gets the plastic gallon of milk with the same hand and sets it next otherside of the bowl. Christopher than shuts the door with his foot.

Jarred passes through the open doorway for the front part of the house. Jarred has left. In the front rooms, Jarred leaves through the front door. You can hear the screen door swing shut again with a clatter.

Eamon walks over to Chris. "What's the pain like? Is it sharp and stabbing or dull and throbbing?"

Three-Blades squeezes out from the ahroun gnawer's grasp and heads for the outside to explore the woods around perhaps.