Quincy has arrived.

Just after breakfast, the McDonald's on this side of the town is nonetheless buzzing with normal business. People wait in lines for their extra value meals and others watch their kids run around listlessly as there's no playground in this place.

Quincy lets the door to the McDonald's come to a gentle close as he walks in. Before proceeding farther than the door, he looks about, taking stock of who and what's here...mainly, how long he'd have to wait if he wanted food.

Yi sits in a quiet corner near the window, watching the crowds of customers pass by with occassionally eyeing the Creepy Clown in Red poster asking for donations. Her dark eyes scan the area and gradually stop at a small child who finds her interesting. What is /with/ these kids? With a polite smile and nod, the Gnawer goes back to chewing idly on her french fries. The entering Quincy gets a brief eye.

Quincy, for now, decides to forego food - that isn't quite why he's here, anyway. He's looking for the rack of brochures every McDonald's has, the rack that normally includes employment applications.

The doors swing open and a burly looking 'thug' strolls in. With lumbering gaits, the black youth, towering at 6'4 and weighing a good near 190. Shoving past Quincy, rather rudely, he makes his way to the line. "Outta muh way' brotha."

Yi narrows her eyes briefly as the thug comes strolling in with all the peacocky look of 'I'm da shitz'. Her hand goes to her medium-sized Coke, as she watches Quincy's reaction.

Quincy merely glances to the larger man, nodding and giving him the space he needs. He wasn't here to cause trouble, to be sure...

Jasper, makes his way to the line, eyeing the skinny, pimple faced kid who shrinks back just a bit. Leaning on his knuckles, he stares at him, rumbling loudly in his throat. "Yo, dawg, hook me up wi' ah' Numbah fo', Supasize dat' mutha'fucka. Aight? Make it a shake. Ya put pickles on it, ah'll fuck ya up." The kid gulps loudly in his throat, hands trembling as he tries to press the buttons on the machine.

Yi shakes her head slightly, sipping her Coke with cool eyes turned towards the register boy and thug.

Quincy passes a glance to the fellow in line, having by now picked up the object of his quest - an application. Flipping a pen from his pocket, he goes to the napkins and condiments counter for a hard surface on which to write - although every so often he does look at the 'thug.'

"Ye...Yes... Sir... any...thing else?" Comes 'Sean', the employee who's definitly shaking. "Nah dood, dat's all." The poor kid rambles off the total, taking a nervous step back some. "Um.. that'll be.. 5.61..sir..." Jasper's eyes narrow as he shoves his hand inside the dark recesses of his beat up jacket, fishing out three dollars. "Fuck yo'. Ah' only got three bucks. Looks like ya ganna have ta' short change ya drawer eh'?"

Yi sighs softly as she watches Sean, having paid the same counter earlier for her short meal. Poor kid, should've taken more classes at SCCU. Her scowl is fleeting, more annoyed rather as the thug's manner reminds her of a certain cub of a few nights ago.

Quincy stops working in his application for just a moment, turning his full attention to the altercation. He leans back on the condiments counter, remaining silent, for now.

"I.. I..." Studders Sean, glancing nervously around for a manager. He can smell the weed on the thug's breath, the blood shot eyes. "You what? Niggah? Ya ganna hook me up or do ah' gotta pop a cap up in yo' ass?" He shoves a hand inside his jacket, leaning forward, looking quite menacing. Sean squeaks slightly and goes about, striking the keys, looking defeated beneath the intimidation of today's charming youth.

Yi rises to her feet, moving her tray towards the trashcan and depositing her trash before heading over toward the counter that everyone has seemingly gravitated away from. "How much is it?" she asks Sean the register boy quietly, completely ignoring the thug towering beside her.

You paged the room with 'Asians indeed. They say those folks who go to ESL class know grammar rules better than native speakers. Funky eh.'.

From afar, to the room, Arizona grins. "Asian's don't watch MTV. :P Thats why

You paged the room with 'I used to! Because it was cool! And what they said was Cool! And the music, well.. it wasn't that cool... but that's cool!'.

From afar, to the room, Arizona laughs. You watch too much South Park young butterfly

Long distance to the room: Yi flaps madly around AZ's face, more like an annoying moth.

From afar, to the room, Arizona makes out like a frog, snaps his tongue out and eats her.

Long distance to the room: Yi | (from inside AZ's mouth) : Charach.

From afar, to the room, Arizona LAUGHS

Quincy takes a good look at Yi, who seems to have just appeared, in his view. Now, this scene most certainly demanded his attention. It took quite a bit of courage to do what Yi seems to be doing.

Jasper glances over to the Asian and looks 'down' at her. "Yo, whats up miget chink? Back da'fuck up or ah'll kick yo' ass back on th' boat ya came ovah' on." The towering giant of a black man nearly snarls, then looks back to Sean. The young teen just stands there, looking between the two, not moving. Too much rage in the air, and already the curse is sinking in. Full moon antics.

Yi turns her gaze cooly back up at Jasper, clearly not really intimidated by him. After one has faced 9-foot furry killing machines, a mere thug isn't going to do much. With a swift moment she snatches the three bucks out from underneath the thug's supporting hand, adds her own three greenbacks to the pile and sets it in front of the register. Obviously she must've heard the total. "A bit early in the morning to be causing trouble, don't you think?" she notes to Jasper, giving the kid behind the counter a short nod of reassurance.

Long distance to the room: Yi tosses in a bit of persuasion in that.

The gangster wipes his mouth off with the back of his hand, glaring heavily at Yi. But there's something in her voice, and in her eyes, which makes him blow it off an change his mind. "Whatevah." Snatching up the receipt, he steps around her, lumbering his way to the soda machine with his cup. Sean takes a deep breath, looking pale as a ghost.

Quincy raises a brow. That was not an everyday event. He looked first to the cowed gangster, then back to the Asian woman. Whatever had happened, she apparently somehow diffused the situation, and that was a good thing. You paged Rotem with 'Who needs the invite? Heh, you'll probably be dragged there. Are you thinkin' to be on around 6:30 PM Pacific Time?'.

Yi takes a brief moment to collect her change, and then watches the thug with a silent small smirk playing over her lips. Now if only the cub was that easy to diffuse.

Quincy eventually went back to his application. He made a note to keep an eye on her, as well.

Yi pockets the change, deciding to move towards the condiment counter where Quincy stands. As she slides up, she glances briefly to the work application and chuckles. "You want to work here even after that?" she questions the man with a slight arch of her eyebrow. The rest of the people in the store seem to breathe one collective sigh, and they return with wary looks back towards the thug gathering his soda as business once more picks up. "Some people must get up on the wrong side of the bed every morning," she mutters a bit to herself.

Quincy glances over to Yi as she approaches. For her, he has a polite smile. "Of course. Every fast-food restaurant has its share of bad customers every now and then. It's just a matter of patience."

The Asian Gnawer nods, casting a bit of a glance back towards the counter as Sean briefly waves thankfully. Then her eyes turn back to the man. "You new here?" she questions in a soft, rolling Canto-british tone. She hadn't seen this guy around town before.

Quincy nods in response, slowly, slipping his pen back in his pocket as he folds the application in his hand. "Yep. Just moved here a couple days ago."

Yi leans a bit against the counter with a curious eyebrow raised. "Cool. Business? School?" She seems content in chatting with any strangers, apparently.

Quincy pockets the application. That could wait a moment. "Business, you might say. Starting out on my own, finding my way in the world." His smile broadened as he took a more relaxed stance on the counter.

Yi runs her hand through her hair, politely moving away from the counter as a teen manuevers in for some ketchup. She glances to Quincy and smiles a bit. "Really." As the afternoon crowd arrives, she glances towards the door. "Want to go outside and chat? It's less crowded out there."

Quincy always thought it was a good idea to get to know people. "Sure." He pushed off the counter, as if it were holding him here. Looking about again, then to Yi, he made it clear he was ready.

You push open the door and step out onto the street.

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

Quincy pushes open the door and steps out from the McDonald's on 13th street. Quincy has arrived.

Quincy made sure the door didn't bang on the way out again...call it a pet peeve. He heads out onto the sidewalk after Yi, close enough to where she could hear him, but not on her heels.

Yi pauses as she heads out to the sidewalk, then turns around and smiles at Quincy. "So, what sort of business are you looking for?" she asks the man, not paying much attention to the people who walk past.

Quincy says "Well, I was hoping to somehow get a job doing something involving music...or books. But I don't think that will happen, so..." He pats his pocket, where the application lies. "...this is my backup plan.""

Yi nods slowly, a look of thoughtfulness crossing her face before she replies, "Well there are quite a few stores uptown. Fitzpatrick's music, the High Note, and a few libraries too. It's a bit of a walk, though, if you are staying down here, with us.. lower folk."

Quincy blinks. Lower folk? "I'll be sure to check those out, thanks." He made a note to put her on his Christmas list. "Say, I didn't get your name...I'm Quincy." His smile was a natural, pleasant smile, nothing faked about it.

Nodding with a genuine smile of her own, she holds out a hand to the man. "I'm Yi. Though I also get called other names by distant family." She chuckles a bit, running through the list of names she's acquired.

Quincy grasps the offered hand, shaking vigorously. "Distant family, from where?"

Yi's eyes blink as she almost gets shaken up like a margarita. "From around here," she replies as the two finish their spur of the moment intros. "Met them a few months ago, when I came here from Hong Kong." Beating around the bush again, she is. "What about you? No family?"

Quincy stops, chuckling slightly. Perhaps that was a bit too vigorous. "Up in Oregon, and back in New Jersey, yeah."

Yi mouths an 'oh' and nods. "So you set out to find a place for yourself in this city eh?" she quirks her head gently to the side at the man. "I came looking for a kin, but I'm still looking." She pauses briefly, glancing away as the thought of maybe letting go too much info there reaches her.

Quincy takes a moment to think about that statement. Looking for a kin? Waitaminute..."So you have relatives visiting?"

"Hmm? Oh no," Yi says a bit absently. "Just a few friends of family, so to speak." She's skirting things now. "We're supposed to be meet later tonight, talk about things, sing around fires and stuff." Chewing on the inside of her lip, she begins to wonder just how hazardous is randomly talking to strangers.

Quincy thinks this is getting weirder by the moment, but if two and two equal four..."That sounds interesting. Would you mind if I tagged along? I've always been interested in the customs of other peoples."

Yi balks a bit, maybe thinking this conversation wasn't quite a good idea. Her chewing continues for a moment before it pops to her. Why would this man want to follow her around, other than... "Well, it's just a traditional boring gathering. Ever go to a family reunion? It's kind of like that. Far from a date, you know?" She eyes Quincy slightly. "Didn't you ever go to one of those things, especially with the family you have in the east?"

Quincy says "Well, not often. And I can hardly believe such a large gathering of people about a fire could be boring." That was a good question. Why did he suddenly want to join her? He has a hunch..."

Following her own hunch, she quietly watches him before noting softly, "Well, it gets a bit dangerous sometimes. Things get crowded, people have arguments. Can't help it sometimes, when the moon's full. They tend to be a little excited..." she trails there, keeping her eyes on his features as a wolf would when watching the body language of another.

Quincy blinks. Full moon. Yep. His guess was slowly being confirmed. He nodded to himself as he continued. "Yeah, but that's to be expected at any gathering. Take fifty people and stick them in one place, and see how many agree on one thing." There was a distinct lightness in his tone at that.

Yi quickly glances around, as if she were exchanging secret information in such a public place. "Right. Well, what do /they/ call you, really? If you want to be there, then..." she glances at Quincy, up and down. "Go to the church, around 6:30 tonight. Ask for Three-Blades... or Mulan. Whichever." Her gaze narrows as her lips tighten, unsure but still wavering on that stance.

Quincy folds his hands behind his back. Ding! "'They' call me Silent-Thoughts-of-Gaia...and I'll see you there." He spoke in that same conspiratorial whisper.

Yi chuckles lowly, before lifting a hand to set on his shoulder. She gives him a wry grin, and points towards the direction of the church. "It's down south, near the Junkyard. I'll see you about, Silence." With that, she lifts her hand off, and gives him a brief salute before walking off.