The big Hispo blows out a snort. Like a bull, he paws the ground, tosses his head, and rumbles deeply like the shifting of stones. He charges after the cub, running on all fours before he lifts up, passing through Crinos -- and into Glabro, as he jumps up onto a pew, sliding slightly. Beating his chest, gorilla-like, he booms: "RARR!"

Lights-The-Dark pops up from the end of the pew as Nevada roars and bites at his crotch.

Yi, being just outside of this sparring session (?), hears the roaring and quickly enters before shutting the door. Dark eyes quickly ping the room for whatever is going on.

The scene is this: Nevada, naked as the day he was.. well, now, is posed ferociously on the edge of a pew, roaring and beating his chest like King Kong, before he stops mid-rarr and trips over backwards as the cub tries to snap at his state capital. There's a clunkathunkawhunk noise as the Galliard goes down, Glabro claws scraping over the back of the pew. "I meant to do that," he grunts, ever so smoothly.

You know. Typical day in the Forgotten Church.

"What in the bloody blazes of Hell is goin' on?" Yi asks, willing herself to not shift up into crinos and stay, well, as calm as one can stay after charging into a rotting church with a dog snapping at a naked man's balls.

Lights-The-Dark jumps up on Nevada leaping onto the elder with a growl. He uses his whole body to try and knock the Gnawer onto his ass.

Already on his whiteboy ass, Nevada and a more than well-placed foot kick the mid-air lupus and send him flying. "Mulan?" the Galliard laughs, snorting as he sits up, between pews. "Just fuckin' aroun. What's up?"

Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (27% full).

Lights-The-Dark slides across the church floor and into the side of the next pew, clobbering back up onto his feet and jumping on Yi, licking at her face happilly. Hi teach!

Yi watches Rotem fly off the galliard and shakes her head, neatly dodging the jump and the lick. "Should I even? You both know if you're going to spar, do it downstairs in other forms..." she trails, giving Nevada a brief glance. "...to prevent any breaches."

Lights-The-Dark wags his tail happilly. I'm just a cute little dog. /He/ is the only one that shifted!

"Weren't sparrin'," Nevada replies as he gets to his feet, his voice changing as he transforms to homid. "Little dork tried to jump me, is all." He flicks his choke-chain, makes it jingle. "Now where'n hell I put my clothes." He doesn't sound too concerned. "Oh, hey, Mulan, guess what?"

Lights-The-Dark shifts slowly up to homid, standing up and putting his hands on his hips. "My fault. Yeah, right. You w-weren't sparring with me?" Rotem rolls his eyes. "Ya'know nev, we could get a halfmoon in h-here to find out the truth."

"You weren't sparring, then... why are you in your birthday suit?" Yi smirks, before glancing at Rotem and blinking. "What halfmoon?"

The muffled rumble-putter of a familiar Italian-made scooter can be heard pulling up outside the church, then coughing to a stop.

Rotem shrugs softly. "Any of em."

Matt pushes open the new doors of the church with his back, as his arms are full of styrofoam boxes. He rotates around the edge of the door so as to be able to walk forward to the basement, but stops, one foot in midair, as he takes in the tableaux. "Oi'm not...ah, interruptin' anyfin', am Oi?"

Yi seems a little edgy and blinks some more as Matt opens the door behind her. "Wh-- oh.. hello, Matt." She offers a hand for the boxes. "No, not interrupting. I think I crashed the party before you," she eyes Nevada a little, the smirk concealing mirth.

"Kiddo, if I was sparrin' witcha, there'd be mo' blood and less ass," Nevada says by way of explanation, before he shoots Yi with a grin. "So, anywa -- " He notices Matt. Recognizes him. Or that could have been strange. "We were just finding Jesus in here," he says. "Me, I'm lookin' for my pants."

Lights-The-Dark snickers softly, looking to Nevada. "Isn't it odd that whenever you look for God, you lose your pants?"

Matt looks between Nevada ands Rotem. "Crashed the party...." He looks pained for a second, then shrugs. "Technically, not against the Litany. Carry on, just doan't make me watch." He allows Yi to grab a couple boxes, then heads toward the refigerator in the basement.

Lights-The-Dark looks to Yi, then Matt, "What is that supposed to mean?" he asks, faking an offended tone of voice.

Yi doesn't suppress her laugh, as she downstairs with Matt to put the boxes away in the refrigerator. "Nothing at all," Yi calls before disappearing down the steps.

You go down to the basement.

Forgotten Church Basement(#1279RJLM)
This basement is only partly below ground level, and there are windows evenly spaced on the walls, right below the ceiling level. The main part of it is a large open area with a small kitchen in one corner and a large, ratty carpet in the center, covering the cement floor. There is a rather large window in the kitchen; it looks as though it might actually open onto the street. On the wall opposite the kitchen is a large bin, and there are folding tables along the wall perpendicular to it. On the other wall there are a few folding chairs, many fewer than one would expect from the number of tables.
A hallway next to the kitchen leads off to two offices and what once might have been a classroom.
Contents:
Matt(#4064PJce)
Obvious exits:
Sanctuary

Continuing her chuckle, Yi descends the steps after Matt and heads for the fridge. "Haven't seen you in awhile either," she remarks after piling the styrofoam into the kitchenette's icebox.

Matt hands off boxes, since Yi's volunteered to fill the fridge. "Y'mean the last couple a fortnights? Been in Portland, jumpin' through 'oops fer the INS. Finally got me green card though."

Yi stiffens at mention of the INS, then relaxes again with a mental brush off of the thought. "So you're good to go," she notes, finally placing the last box with some slight shuffling onto the various metallic racks. "I'd get sent back in a similar box, if I get caught," she murmurs as she straightens. "But, I don't plan on getting caught. It would be nice to not worry about it though. Where is Portland?"

Matt's expression reveals he'd forgotten about Yi's own citizenship problems. "Oi, sorry, Three-Blades. Um, Portland's almost two days west by scooter. My blister and 'er orfodontist live there. 's 'ow Oi got me citizenship. She's a citizen, she's a relative, so she petitioned ta get me in. Y'know, ye might talk to the Glass Walkers. They put me tagevver wif a flash barrister. She was all on about drawin' up fake papers in whatever name Oi liked. Not even sure they'd be fake, y'know?"

Yi closes up the fridge after making sure nothing is going to spill out of it should it be reopened, and shrugs smally. Evidently she is getting a /little/ better at parsing the Fianna's words. "Well, if I could find the kin that I was charged to find, I might be able to work something out with him." She rubs the back of her neck and looks back up the stairs. "Should we go back up there?" Her eyes glimmer questioningly, but with that light of laugh at Matt's previous 'don't let us interrupt' comment.

Matt puts on a look of ffear. "Do ye fink it's safe?" he whispers with a (false) quaver. "Tell ye whot. I'll just close me eyes and run. Oi can find the doors by feel, roight?"

"No pain, no gain," Yi replies, letting herself have a light laugh. "Your shins might hurt some if you miss the center aisle though."

Nevada pages to the room: Yes, he's clothed. He's wearing a grass skirt and a bowl of assorted fruit on his head.

You paged the room with 'Luau!'.

Nevada pages to the room: Actually just jeans. Not as fun though.

Rotem walks down the steps towards the basement, following behind Nevada. "So, Steaks? You got food?" Rotem seems to know what is important in life. Food.

You paged the room with 'o/` If you're hungry for a hunka fat an' juicy meat, eat my pal Pumbaa here because he is a treat! Bout a pound a dime, load a tasty swine all ya gotta do is get in liiiine!'.

"Yo, yo, yo, learn some fuckin' manners, kid," Nevada's snorting to Rotem. He's wearing jeans, a choke-chain collar, and a vaguely annoyed/amused expression. He shoots the Fianna a grin. "So you're Matt, mild-mannered alter ego of Steak Man, huh?"

Rotem nods to Nevada then looks to Matt. "Okay, manners. Do you have any meat, and grey pupon?" Rotem smirks and looks to Yi.

Matt nods, offering a hand. "Aye. Matt Fulton, Fianna, Philodox, and until Wednesday, cub. Not sure Oi caught yer name."

Yi looks surprised at Matt. "What? You're leaving again?" She smiles, broadly. "So it's finally here?"

Rotem bows with a flourish, sending his arm out behind him. "Rotem Guttman. Gnawer. Ahroun. And until two weeks ago, local fuck up."

Matt nods to Yi, and flashes Rotem a thoroughly skeptical look. "Aye. Tomorrow. Oi'm puttin' the mickey in order. So...last steaks until Oi get back." He fixes his gaze on Rotem again as he adds "Ye might consider rationin' 'em..."

"Nevada Madison," the blond's saying, accepting Matt's hand with a firm, polite shake. "First rank exhibitionist a'the Bone Gnawers. Good goddamn' luck on that Rite, dude."

Yi grins some more and nods at the announcement. "Bernie know?" she queries.

Rotem shakes his head softly. "I got endless lobster to eat. So I'm set for when the steaks run out." Rotem doesn't comment on the source of the lobster, letting the others wonder... and salivate. "So, what is your rite going to be?"

"Yah, Oi tol' Books. Dunno whot, where or how Oi rite. Not even supposed ta bring anyfing. Joost me, isn't it. So. Enjoy the steaks, pleasure to meet you," he nods again to Nevada, "Stay out of trouble,"--to Rotem--"and talk to the Walkers, eh? They can't 'elp ye if ye doan't ask." Talking about his Rite seems to have reminded him of the sheer number of things he needs to get done today.

Rotem shrugs. "I got m'self a sugar daddy. I don't need no walkers." Rotem chuckles and moves towards the couch to sit down.

Yi sets a hand on Matt's shoulder, her expression being serious a little more for the moment. There's a wan smile though. "Come back soon and call me -yuf, na?" She glances towards Rotem, but refrains from commenting for now.

"See ya lata, alligata," Nevada says to the Fianna. "You'll do great, dude." His eyes don't move to Rotem as he snorts,"Suckin' up on Jar-Jar, are ya? You lil' dork."

Rotem snickers and looks to Nevada. "Lets just say he might try to kill me when he s-sees the tab I ran up for him at the Rat and Raven."

Matt shakes his head. "..." he says. Just like a Final Fantasy character. Then with a sympathetic glance in Yi's direction, he heads upstairs.

Once Matt leaves, Yi turns back to Rotem. "You know, we Gnawers don't take lightly of charity either. We get things, sure, but that doesn't mean we don't pay 'em back in some way or another."

Rotem smirks and puts his legs up on the couch. "What makes you think I don't pay him back?"

"What reminds me... " the Galliard hmmms. "I got somin' for that big Shado'Dork." He grins and elbows Yi.

Yi crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the wall beside the kitchenette. "What makes me think you do?" Her gaze flickers to Nevada as she's elbowed. "Like what?"

Nevada pages: There's a cardboard cut-out Jar Jar Binks back at Jay's Place....

Rotem looks over to the two cliaths and grins. Rotem smirks and listens in with a keen ear.

"Okeydey," Nevada meeps in an uncanny mimic of Jar Jar Binks. "Meesa baaaaad-ass Shada Lod."

Rotem rises up growling slightly, the rage in his eyes apparent. "Time to stop.. Nevada." Rotem clenches his fists, trying to keep calm.

Yi chuckles lowly, but looks over at Rotem. "Calm down, ahroun," she arches an eyebrow at him. "Jarred's alright with both of us."

Rotem remains with his fists clenched, looking over towards Nevada. "I.. Dont. Just dont." Rotem tenses and looks away.

Nevada eyes Rotem a moment, then starts laughing. "Don't get your panties in a wad, cubby." He snorts. "Storm-Singer is like my fuckin' big brotha, aright? Chill."

Rotem turns about and looks to Nevada. "I'm leaving before I hit you." Rotem turns about and moves towards the steps.

Yi simply glances between them, Spock-like. What is she, a ragadox? She glances at Nevada and shrugs. "Get over it," she simply says to the cub. "If Jarred needs you to stick up for him, he'll tell us."

Rotem walks up the steps, not stopping. A loud crash is heard upstairs and then a door slamming.

"Am I s'post to be afraid, or what?" Nevada rolls his eyes. "Look. Rotem. You -- " He trails off, then shrugs. "...Dick."

Yi sighs and heads over to the fridge for a soda. "Wanna drink?" she offers the galliard a Coke. "Elan-rhya already said it's ok for him to go hang out at Jarred's place. Should tell Rotem that it's thanks to Kaz he gets that privilege..." she pops open her own can with a glance to the tab.

"You'd think if he were so fuckin' touchy about Jare he wouldn't be runnin' up all his fuckin' bills 'cause he wants to eat like a stuffyass rich prick," Nevada says with a snort, his eyes wandering the basement. "Yeah, toss me one." He puts up his hands, goal-post style, to catch the Coke.

Yi flips a Coke to the galliard, and smirks. "How's your pack going?" she asks him after a gulp of soda. "All quiet on the Rialto front?"

Nevada catches the coke, snapping the tab. "Pack's great," he says, suddenly smiling. "Thingsa'been a little jumpy 'roun our territry, I mean, it's gettin' to be spring, an all, but nothin' we can't handle.. " he trails off so he can get to what he really wants to say: "Ain't that theater the damndest place?"

Yi nods, sipping slowly. "Wonder why it closed down before," she murmurs after swallowing. "Troublemakers have a totem yet?" The Canto-Gnawer seems a bit fidgety. "Avalon is soon to be packed under something. A little nervous, I guess." She tries to laugh it off, but the chuckle is still forced.

"We're still discussin'," Nevada says, pausing before he takes a drink. "Don' worry, Mulan. Your questa go arite. You get somin cool."

Yi pushes off the wall with a sip of her Coke and opts to lean against Nevada instead. "Hope so," she replies thoughtfully. "What do you think you guys will go under? Rat? Weasel?" She turns her eyes to him. "I mean, what are you four called 'Troublemakers' for anyway?" She grins as she sips her Coke again.

"The name?" Nevada has a mild look. "The name's just a /misunderstanding/.. is all." He flashes a grin.

Yi quirks her lips in a wry grin and continues drinking. "A misunderstanding, but you guys adopted it as your own."

"You bet." Nevada sits up on the counter. "We're thinkin.. a.. Magpie, Weasel, or Raccoon." His eyes wander. "When I were lil', Kaz, Jay, an' Baney took me inna th'Umbra. We met Kaz's ol' pack totem. Razor. Huuuuge-ass weasel." Coke in hand, he gestures widely. "That guy, that was one badass killer tubesock."

Yi laughs, grinning. "To be honest, I haven't seen a really big totem yet, except for Rat and Dog." She tries to imagine the weasel. And a really big weasel at that. A sock.. add fangs, beady eyes, twitchy ears and a penchant for shiney things... "Wonder where they get their names from, eh?"

"D'know. I wish I knew more about 'em.... they pretty neat. But I'm happy on my side a'things." Nevada smiles, draining the last of his coke. Crunching the can, he says,"But speakin'a pack stuff, I oughta get my ass on patrol. See you lata, Yo-yo."

Yi finishes her Coke and moves to the kitchenette to set her empty can down. "Yo yo? That's Yi, Charming," she grins and waves. "I'll see ya later."