Rotem waves to Nevada. "See ya! Lemme know if you got any more fights coming up." He calls out, then walks back into the church.

Coming into the church after seeing Nevada, Yi pauses at the opened doorway. No questions asked, yet, as she heads over and down towards the basement to get a small past-midnight snack.

Rotem follows after Yi, heading downstairs as well.

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:
Rotem
Obvious exits:
Sanctuary

"Yo, wait up." Rotem calls out, "I got a fight to tall ya about."

Yi beelines to the fridge, opening it up and momentarily glancing up at the cub before pulling out a pack of sliced ham. "So I see," she replies calmly and straightens up with a breadroll in hand as well. She just waits for the cub to begin.

"Ding dong, Avon calling!" comes a rather cheerful female voice from the top of the stairs. Bernie comes into view heading down them just after. "...anybody home?"

Yi gazes up towards the stairs and calls in answer, "C'mon down, your the next runner up for the Price is Right!" Yep, someone watches too much TV.

Rotem moves to sit down at the nearby table before starting his story. "Y'see I was rooting around in the trash, and who do I hear making fun of a couple of punks? Why Hatchet of course! So I hop in a dumpster and shift to homid." He pauses to nod in Bernie's direction, "I gotta talk to you, Burns. Anyway, so I grab a beer bottle from the dumpster, and climb out, pretending to b-be drunk and all, y'know? So I kinda stumble past the punks, and Nev goes at 'em. So I walk past, and give one of 'em a beer bottle to the noggin!" Rotem makes a swinging handmotion as he says this, "I knock him out cold, and then go help Nev with the two that were on him. So we kick their asses of course... But that was just the start!" Rotem pulls out a bloody switchblade. "Got this outta Nev's leg. For m-my collection." He places it on the table. "So t-then I carve a nice R into the first punk's back, you know, Zoro style." Rotem chuckles, and produces a marker from the other pocket. "And Nev starts drawing on the unconcious one. You know, lips, mustache, eyelashes, the works." Rotem smirks, "The guy was about my size, so I took his pants too. They're upstairs on a pew." Another smile, from the obviously way too happy cub, "Nev s'plained to me about Loot, too."

Bernie has watched plenty of daytime game shows herself; she obligingly claps her hands together and squeals, running down the rest of the stairs appropriately for an excited contestant. And why not? She could win a new washer/dryer... or even a trip to Tahiti! Grinning, she settles down again, leaning against the counter, and listens to the other cub recount his tale.

Yi breaks the breadroll in hand and offers it with the package of ham to the newmoon cub while nodding to Rotem's story. "What did he tell you about 'Loot' ?" she queries. Maybe she's not impressed with the Zorro-markings. Maybe she is, and just isn't showing it. Yi's just like dat, sometimes.

Rotem shrugs, "Well, you got your Loot, being your cash stuff, you're Stuff, being your not cash, but cool, and your Shit, being.. shit."

Bernie waves the food off slightly, flashing Yi a grin. "Thanks, stuffed though. Matt made =the= most kickass dinner las' night, prime rib an' baked p'tatoes an' all, an' I'm tot'ly stuffed on leftovers right now..." She pushes her curls back to rest behind her shoulders, and continues, "...mostly came by jus' t' drop somethin' off for Rotary-Wing Aircraft here. Hey," this last addressed to the cub in question as she pulls an oddly shaped, small and somewhat squishy newspaper-wrapped package from her pocket, and pitches it to him with some care (as oxymoronic as that is), "heads up."

Rotem takes the squishy object and unwarps it, opening it up. "What's inside?" he asks curiously, still opening it.

Yi nods and opens up the ham package, taking out some slices before resealing and setting it back into the fridge. She takes a bite, leaning against the wall while also eyeing the package curiously, then Bernie.

At first, it appears to be... a bunch of cotton balls. Within them, however, is a quite decent looking glass eye. The 'white' of it is a tad pinky-yellow, by age or design, but it's detailed, with little blood vessels running thorough it and an (unfortunately) dark-brown iris with golden highlights. "...I dunno 'f you c'n =use= it 'r anythin'," Bernie starts as Rotem removes cotton balls to reveal it, "'cause, y'know, doctor I'm not, but I saw it an' went, hey, even 'f y' can't, it's damn cool. So, hey." She shrugs slightly, watching him.

Rotem smirks and looks to Bernie. "Thanks Burns. Still got the origional one, but hey, I mean, this is like, cool." He picks up the eye and fingers it, rolling it around. "I mean, this is like, way awesome." He smiles to Bernie, putting the eyeball back down in the cotton, then moving to her and giving her a big hug, "Thanks Burns." He looks to her, "I wanted to talk to you about something, actually. You got five mins?"

Yi takes her sandwich, heading to one of the classrooms in the back to leave the cubs in their private conversation.

Bernie allows the hug, returning it briefly before stepping away and finding a comfortable spot to lean against the wall, hands in her jacket pockets. "Welcome," she replies, pleased that it's appreciated. "an' yeah, sure, I got five minutes 'fore I gotta go. 'sup?"

Rotem moves to sit on the countertop, and looks over at Bernie. He remains silent for a moment, watching her before speaking. "Well, Y'see. I been talking to people. About stuff. Y'know, how life is gonna be after getting Rited." He pauses, "And like, I'm thinking, a pack is like a family, only better. So, then I'm thinking, I already g-got some family. So, I wanted to like, I wanted to ask you. Y'know, if you would pack with me, after the whole Rite thing, whenever we do it. I just wanna, ya know, be with ya. I don't wanna end up with a bunch of strange peeps." Rotem shakes his head, "And I know you don't totally hate m-me, so I figured, ya know, I'd ask."

There's almost no sound from the back rooms, though a short shuffle of feet does indicate the other no-moon to be alive in the darkness.

Bernie blinks once, startled by this, and tilts her head, considering. "Well. First off, I'm flattered an' all. An' I'm not sayin' no; jus' not sayin' yes, either. I figure, you got," a moment's pause as she works it out in her head, "three months'r so at th' =very= 'least 'fore you're gonna be Ritin'. So that's plennya time for you t' work on shit, getcherself where lotsa packs wantcha, or maybe even d'cide y'wanna starta packa y'r own, yeah? Meanwhile..." She pauses again, this time figuring out different facts, "see, I'm s'posta Rite any time now, 'least tha's what I hear. An' since I found out 'bout packs, I got one I wanna start. An' I maybe got some people t' be in it, help me with what I wanna do, an' allat. If that doesn' work out, an' it might not, which'd suck, I'll prolly hook up with Kaz an' co, 'cause they kina 'vited me. An' then, I'm not gonna be in charge, so I can't say. 'f mine works out, maybe by th' time you Rite you'll wanna be in some other one, or maybe you'll wanna join up, an' maybe we'll all wantcha to, an' it'll all be peachy. But I'm not gonna promise anythin' now, 'cause it's too far 'way, an' too much shit c'n change. ...either way, you're not gonna end up with some random groupa people y'don' know -- like y'said, pack's like fam'ly, so's gonna be people y'like an' trust, an' vice versa." She grins fleetingly as she adds, "...which def'nitely doesn't mean they ain't gonna be a buncha strange peeps."

Rotem nods, and smiles. "So watcha w-wanna pack with y'own under? If y-ya goin afta' rat I t-think he owes me a fava' Y'know, if you still looking, in couple months, when I get Rited."

Yi comes back, sans sandwich and a long staff in hand a few inches taller than her. She pauses at the cubs and their conversation, then decides to not interrupt them. "I'll be out on patrol, again," she notes to the two.

Bernie grins. "Dunno what Totem yet. Prolly not gonna be Rat, much 's I like 'er, 'cause Matt's not so sure he could be inna Rat pack, an' 'long as there's other options, tha's kina a deal-breaker. But th' thing I wanna do is, I wanna protect th' Park, take proper carea it an' all. 'cause th' city doesn', an' th' other packs, sure they'd fight off any Wyrm things that tried t' come in, but it needs more'n that, y'know? Dunno yet 'f they'll even let me do it, though. So, we'll see, y'know?" She stretches, pushing up from the wall. "Later, Yi," she says to the other Ragabash, then adds to Rotem, "I gotta split too. Gotta few things t' look after, y'know?"

Rotem nods to Bernie. "See ya Burns. And if ya get the whole park thing going, ya count me in, kay?"

"Noted, Smithers," Bernie replies in her best Mr. Burns voice, and adjusts the strap of the backpack over her shoulder, flashing Rotem a quick grin as she follows Yi out.

Yi nods to Bernie, letting her leave first. No smile from her, but no frown either as she foots it up the stairs towards the sanctuary.

You climb up the stairs to the ground floor of the church.

Forgotten Church(#1801RAJLM)
<'Places' available>
Contents:
Chess Set
Lighting Unit #1
Mural
Obvious exits:
Street Basement

Rotem emerges from the basement, walking upstairs. He looks to see if Yi has ditched him or not, smilling when he sees her. "So, whats planned for t'night Rhya?"

Yi tests the weight of the staff, her hands gripped about its circumference as she stands in the center aisle. "Patrol, then some sleep," she answers, not looking at him yet. There's a long pause of silence. "And you?"

Rotem's shoulders rise and then fall, a soft huff coming from him. "Dunno. I been trying to track down J.R. But can't find him nowhere." Rotem looks about the church. "I'm figuring I'll head over to Jarred's, watch some T.V. then crash on the sofa."

Yi doesn't look still, but the staff she holds in her hands comes swinging towards the cub's arm in a swift arc.

Rotem raises his arm to block the staff, a soft sigh coming from him. "You know, you're getting predictable, teach." he states calmly, already preparing for her to swing the other end of the staff at him.

Yi only answers with lunge and a shift in a blur into the warform as she strikes the cub square on his middle of ribs with balled fist. The distance is closed as she grows.

Rotem rolls backwards along the isle, swiftly returning to his feet. He remains in homid, oddly enough, smirking and watching the extra large Yi. "You know, S'funny, You're the one that came in here yelling at Hatchet for being in warform up here, last week, weren't you?" he smirks, hands on his hips.

Yi gives the cub a short shrug of her furred shoulders before shifting back down. "Just testing to see if you were alert," she replies, swirling the staff back to a lax position behind her as she heads for the door. "Can't trust anyone, sometimes," she notes before opening up the door.

"And I was chiding him for the roaring, not the warform," she adds.

Rotem shrugs and looks to Yi. "Well, have fun on patrol. If ya see any more owls... Leave em alone and come get me to cover your back." Rotem smirks and waves, walking over to the pew to try on his 'new' pants.

Yi snorts. "I'll make sure to tell them about leave your eyes alone," she answers and heads out.