The sun is going down. The moon is coming up -- except it's not even visible, not even a sliver of pale light. Helen is moving down the street, gait shuffling. There's nothing going on. Not yet, anyway.

Ceylan decides that she'll shy away from stupid American fast food for now, and stuffs the money back in her pocket. She shakes her head as the line in McDonald's continues to expand. Not to mention the drive-through. Stepping away from the window, the Turk turns an d begins walking down the street, shifting her book so it's held close against her.

As Ceylan walks away from the Mickey D's she doesn't see the golden arches of the famed fast food restaurant beginning to glow just a little brighter than usual. At the lower crux of the 'M', it seems, a bulb really wants to shine.

Helen's eyes move from the street to the sign of McDonald's. She squints, stopping, regarding the light curiously. "Huh."

Ceylan frowns a bit, pulling her coat closer against her skin. She grits her teeth, silently cursing this chill North-Western weather. She glances up, amazed to see that it seems that it's not going to rain. A plus, maybe.

Maybe it's a bulb right about to burn out, giving its all into the last bit of power. Or maybe, it's just a trick of the light. But in any case, those a little more tuned in to such details would hear a quiet snort and slight clank of metal. Maybe the sign is just settling.

Helen rolls her shoulders absently, glancing back at the street; her eyes find Ceylan. Her pale blue eyes then move to the flickering light, and she squints.

Then, the bulb flashes in a blinding dot like a flash from a camera. Another snort, and the light breaks with a short sound of glass tinkling onto the metal base of the sign and sparkles that coalesce into a soft fading glow.

Ceylan pauses briefly to peer into the video store, she seems inclined to 'window shop' as it were.

Helen blinks, staring at the bulb and whatever the hell it might be. "What the hell," she says to herself.

From the bushes that have been deviously planted around the base of the metal sign, comes the glow. At first, it's very faint. Amongst the brush it grows slightly brighter, and a tiny dot of light flitters up from the leaves, glowing brightly. Fireflies, sure. In the middle of a city, at McDonald's. And what's stranger still... the firefly is headed on an erratic path towards the next available light - the neon sign of the video store.

Ceylan doesn't seem to notice any lights, well, fireflies that is. Probably about as common as any other bug in this stupid state.

Helen has stopped, watching the light curiously. Curiousity killed the cat.

Perhaps it's common for the state, who knows. The 'firefly' circles about Ceylan's head for a little bit, growing bright all the while the more it's in the air. Now its flightpath is not as odd. Like a butterfly that has finally learned it's way around the air, it zooms back and forth for a moment above Ceylan's head. Then in a dive, the light travels down the girl's dark hair, leaving a short glitter behind it before flittering right at Helen. It's about now, the Fury cliath can hear a constant, steady, snort that certain sounds like it's coming from the glowing insectoid. Crossing the street, the lightbug braves missing a whooshing car though the windwake doesn't seem to affect its path right towards Helen. Then, a very, very faint neigh. Now that's something you don't hear everyday in the city. Even from a horsefly. (Pun intended. Kill me.)

Ceylan grumbles and her hand flies up to bat whatever it is out of her hair. She glances about, and shakes her head. Odd bugs instead. She turns and notices Helen standing over yonder, who seems to be the only one standing there looking like an idiot (to her anyway). Her brows come down before she tilts her head back, shrugging her eyebrows upwards, as if she was giving a definate answer to something, then turns and continues walking down the street, constantly reaching back to make sure she didn't get a bug stuck in her hair.

From afar, to the room, Ceylan ohs and shoots Ling. =)

Long distance to the room: Pegafetch gets shot and promptly stops glowing, plops on the floor and poofs in a sparkly death.

From afar, to the room, Ceylan huzzahs! Another bug in my wake...!

Long distance to the room: Pegafetch twitchtwitch.

From afar, to the room, Ceylan thinks she won't be allowed on any cubnappings after this..

Long distance to the room: Pegafetch next time reappears as a real Pegasus instead and snorts at Ceylan, indignant.

Helen stares at the thing, and steps back. "What?" she says, curiousity piqued.

Ceylan frowns, and glances back, just in enough time to catch that girl apparently trying to talk to herself.

Pegafetch snorts and flies closer. This time around the glow, the cliath can see the barest outlines of a horse. This is not your My Little Pegasus. It neighs, more sharply this time but still only the faintest of sounds audible to Helen, and folds its wings in a short twisting dive around the cliath, between her legs, around her back, and zooming to hover in front of her face again. Horsefly indeed. *Your sister awaits you!* Another twist around Helen's head to make her pay attention, and then the 'bug' is back across the street to fly one last circle around Ceylan, out of her reach above.

Helen's head moves around, following the movements of the kinfetch, and she stares blankly -- forth at Ceylan. "Lovely," she murmurs to herself, and steps towards the Turkish girl. "Hiya."

The kinfetch soars a tight circle above Ceylan as Helen crosses the street, and gives a final shrill neigh that the cub may think she hears before flittering up into the skies to disappear among the stars.

Ceylan luckily doesn't notice she's being bug-bait again, or else she'd be trying to smack it. She then turns blinking as the Girl who talks to herself is suddenly at her side. She glances left, then to the right, then realizes, she's speaking to her. She pulls her lips down, and she lifts her chin up to Helen, does what American's do, and waves her hand in hello.

Long distance to the room: Pegafetch .oO (Next time, I'll get a whole flock.)

From afar, to the room, Helen LOL

From afar, to the room, Ceylan will remember to bring her umbrella.

A vague smile. Helen regards Ceylan, and then says, "I'm Helen. You new here?"

Helen. The name is registered, and she eyes the girl suspiciously. After a moment, she inclines her head back, then lowers it in a nod, and opens her book, which is in some foreign language, and points to a word 'Ceylan'. She then points to herself.

The Greek girl nods her head quietly. "Hiya, Ceylan," she says, pronouncing the name slowly -- but correctly.

Ceylan seems pleased, closing the book and holding it before her. She cants her head, expecting Helen to state her business with her.

"Hey, um, you seem kinda lost. I won't bite. Wanna go over where I stay and get somethin' to eat?" Helen does actually look relatively harmless.

Ceylan gives Helen a scrutinizing look, then gives a small smirk. She even gives the girl the benefit of a verbal answer, "Evet." Then Nods her head in the same manner, to indicate a 'yes'.

You open the glass doors and head into the house.

Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
This is the central hub of the house. From here, you can still see the entrance foyer, as well as the stairway that heads to the second story. Towards the back of the common area is a set of glass doors that lead out to a courtyard. To the east, an arched doorway leads to what apparently serves as a library, office, and workroom, and to the west, an arched doorway leads to what appears to be a kitchen and dining area..
There are several chairs here, simple, elegant, yet functional in their design and intent. The room has a comfortable feel to it, but is a bit ascetic in design. The walls are off-white, the molding dark cherry wood and decorated with acanthus-leaf ornamentation at the corners. A pair of antique spears are hung crossed against each other on one wall, and a wall-relief depicting a scene of Grecian warriors hangs on the other. Above the mantle of the fireplace is a small statue of Artemis, on either side of that, dark metal candlesticks with ivory pillar candles. The entire room is a study in the contrast of light and dark.
Contents:
Ceylan
Helen
Obvious exits:
Courtyard Out

"So. Uhm. Random question: have you ever had dreams of wolves and stuff?" Helen asks, peering at Ceylan curiously.

Ceylan glances around, seeming to frown at the general Greekiness of things. She turns and tries to set her book somewhere, to oppose anything blatantly Greek. "Hodja," She points, giving a stern word at the book, then goes to tilt her head back, pauses, and remembers something, then shakes her head side to side.

Well, she'll learn Turkish soon, won't she? Helen ponders curiously. "Oh. Well, the main reason you're here is, well... You can't leave -- not yet. You're a werewolf. A Garou. More importantly, a Black Fury. An' I know how weird it must be. And, um, I don't know whatever you're speaking, so..."

Ceylan just stands in the middle of the room, after she placed the book, and seems to be waiting for something. She frowns at Helen, and it's quite obvious she thinks Helen is nuts. Must be all this Grecian things. But, she doesn't move, and just..stands there.

Helen is nuts, but that's for later. "Y' don't believe me, do you?" She tilts her head, and considers this. "Well, um. You're really hairy. And no amount of razors can ever help you now. So you have two options: become a Black Fury so you don't have to worry about it or claim to be French. Black Furies are probably looking to be really appealing, huh?" Then she pauses. "Nevermind. Look, want something to eat?"

Ceylan obviously doesn't get it. She shrugs off her jacket, and peeks down the sleeve of her T-Shirt. She shaved yesterday! She eyes HElen, trying to see if she's insulting her nationality. At the offer of food she nods again, but manages to hide her 'Duh, of course' expression.

"It's a joke." Helen smiles briefly, and flutters into the kitchen. "Um. I'm not like, a good cook or anything--so, uh. Yeah. We've got, uhm..." She pauses, as she rummages the fridge. "Baklava. That's good. Crackers, cheese, peanut butter, celery, that kind of stuff. Eggs. That's about all I can cook with or else I'd kill you."

Ceylan blinks immediately quiping, quickly, as soon as Baklava is uttered, "Evet!" Well, there's hope for her, after all.

Long distance to the room: Pegafetch puffs a cig, reclining against a stair banister .oO (Smoooooth Breaker.. smooooth. Like Ice...)

From afar, to the room, Helen LAUGHS.

Helen pages to the room: Evet? :>

You paged the room with 'I think it's the equivalent of a Brain to Pinky, 'Yes!''.

Ceylan pages to the room: Well, it has a tone similiar to 'Yes'. =) Ceylan's very trying. She won't speak English until it's absolutely necessary. =) It does mean 'Yes'. =) Helen's going to know at least two words of Turkish!

Helen pages to the room: They're Helen, they're Helen and the Cey Cey Cey Cey Cey!

Ceylan pages to the room: She makes the jokes, and Cey just rips..

You paged the room with 'I've started a cult.'.

A grin as Helen pulls out a piece of baklava. "Want it cold or hot?" she says, grabbing a paper plate and flopping the Greek pastry on the plate. "You can sit down, you know. Want any water or something?"

Ahem. Turkish Pastry. So, don't actually -say- it's a greek dish to this one. Ceylan sits down on the floor, crossing her legs. She seems at odds with this one, she's a guest, is she not? The host should not even need to -ask- these questions. Instead, she merely sighs and offers, "Yes..."

America is different from Turkey. Sorry. Helen moves to put the plate, fork and a cup of water on the ground, seating herself there, peering at Ceylan. "You don't like the Greek stuff here, huh?" she says, obviously noticing.

Ceylan looks at the Baklava and picks it up between her thumb and forefinger taking a bite. She offers a small bow of appreciation to Helen for her hospitality. Then she frowns at the question. She reaches over with her clean hand, and opens her book. She flips to the back and pulls some loose notes, in English, and hands them over. She taps the title, 'History of the Ottoman Empire', then points to herself, then to the Greek statues. She then makes a face and her hands grate at each other, showing conflict, then she shrugs. She then points at a statue, representing Greece, gives them a thumbs down and makes a face. Very simple in her mind.

Helen tilts her head, regarding Ceylan. "Yeah. Lots of violence back then, huh," she offers, neutral enough, although her appearance shrieks "Greek! Greek!".

Ceylan takes her papers back and places them lovingly in the book. She chews on teh baklava, tilting her head as she chews. Then, decides, she must speak. "What..is a 'Garou'?" She says very slowly, as if she is honeslty unaccostumed to speaking--period.

"A Garou is...well, a werewolf. We can change into wolves and monsters to fight the Wyrm. The Wyrm is basically evil and stuff." Ever so eloquent! Helen is speaking slowly, so her words will come across.

Ceylan hmphs slightly, and stares at Helen, "I know English. And I am not a Monster." She folds her hands in her lap, and tilts her chin upwards, and nearly looks down her nose at Helen. "YOu need to chose better words if you are to tell such an elaborate story."

"Story? No. It's not a story," Helen says, shaking her head. "And no, you're not a monster."

Ceylan licks the sugar off of her fingers, eyeing Helen suspiciously. "YOu say I cannot leave? Because I am..Garou?" She pauses, mulling that word around in her mouth, then laughs. "Ah, yes. Very funny joke you play on unsuspecting foreigners."

"I'll show you." And Helen shifts into the wolf form, from girl to wolf in a minute or under.

Helen contorts and blurs as she is transformed. Helen shifts into Lupus form.

Long distance to the room: Pegafetch *cigpuff* .oO (Smoooooth)

This meeting has proven to be the most vocal Ceylan's been in over a year, more so now that the earshattering shriek is given and she scrambles to her feet and backpeddles to the door.

No! No! Cycle-Breaker shifts up again, shaking her head, standing there. "No! No, it's okay. That was me. It's okay. That's what _you_ are."

Cycle-Breaker contorts and blurs as she is transformed. Cycle-Breaker shifts into Homid form.

It's a good thing she doesn't believe in the existance of Demons because, well, Helen would do a good description of one. "Witchcraft?!" Ceylan accuses, though she seems to calm down once Helen is..well..Helen again. "Do not do that again. Dogs do not belong indoors."

"Dog? I'm not a dog. I'm a Garou," Helen says, mildly offended. "No. You can do that, too."

Ceylan snorts, "I have not done already." She crosses her arms, almost defiantly, though she appears -very- embarrassed at her earlier behavior.

Ceylan pages to the room: Okay we can say that Helen at least -convinced- Ceylan (through various means of coersion, including banging over the the head and/or drugging) to remain here, and will be here until another Fury shows up. =)

[And so, amongst more baklava and some mildly calming tea, the ahroun and the ragabash spent a quiet night trying to convince each other that they really tribesisters. Or just completely insane.]