Christy is seated on the floor, legs crossed in what's called "Indian style," humming to herself while she flips through mightily undated magazines that are usually sprawled 'round the bookcases.

Knock knock. Polite as ever in her entrances to this place, Yi pokes in her head afterwards and has a look around. "Alicia? Are you..." she pauses as she spots Christy. The rest of her body follows quickly into the room. "Hello," she greets softly.

Christy blinks, glancing over her shoulder to peer curiously at Yi. Her expression changes, from boredom to a sort of anticipation. "Hey," she greets, voice soft and almost hoarse: maybe it's just how she talks, seeing as.. well, let's not get into a long blabber about her babyhood, shall we? "I'm not, uh, Alicia. Whoever that is. Um, I'm Cristiona. Christy, Chris, Scully. Take your pick."

Yi tilts her head and dips it softly. "I'm Yi. Ah, I don't suppose you know where Alicia went..." Yi nibbles at the bottom of her lip briefly before asking, "So you're one of the family? I'm just a friend." She smiles amiably enough. "Come to visit every so often."

"Huh? I, ah, don't really know why I'm here." There's a kind of accent in her voice, hard to pin-point. "I was told I was a Fianna -- you know, like the Irish warriors? -- but then Cameron, um, I don't know if you know him, but he said we were like wolves. And that's all I know that, uh, pertains to why I'm, like, here." She shuts up, then, shaking her head. "Nice t' meet you."

Yi ahs softly, and nods with a more relaxed demeanor. "A Fianna. Cub I take it," she says while moving to sit down at the couch. "Well then... I'm Yi, as I said... Three-Blades to the Garou, cliath newmoon of the Bone Gnawers and daughter of Salmon's Leap." She pauses, and then adds in a short quip, "Don't worry about it if you don't know all that I'm saying yet. It'll come when your elders teach you things. So what moon are you?" Her head quirks, perhaps bird-like in a way but her eyes just hold natural curiosity.

"A what? Moon? Garou? Cub? Bone Gnawer?" Christy is pretty damned smart, for she pronounces 'Garou' perfectly. "What are you talking about? Like I said, I don't know anything," she adds, with a short laugh.

Yi blinks. Ok, that wasn't quite the response she was expecting. "You... haven't been told or anything..." she says softly. Then comes a short mutter of something in Cantonese, before she sighs. "Well... that thing about wolves, which Cameron said... ah..." she tries to find a way to put it naturally. And finally just quips, "You're a Garou, which is to say, werewolf."

There is no reaction at first. No blank stare, either, no freaking out. Christy considers this, brows furrowing, and she laughs out loud. "How _fucking_ cool! You're serious? Wow, that's neat." Then she pauses, and absolutely beams at Yi. "That's really...that's amazing. A werewolf. Wow. And what about the Fianna part?" (One might not have expected _this_ reaction.)

Ok...that wasn't the expected reaction either. Yi laughs, softly, mostly to calm her own small hackles of nervous paranoia. "I'm serious. Well, at least if you were told you were Fianna, then... I'm pretty serious." She glances about, as if pleading invisibly for some Fianna elder to pop up and actually tell the cub her origins. "Fianna's your tribe, as mine is the Bone Gnawers. From what I understand your tribe comes from Europe. Ireland, and Scotland, and some other places near there. And they drink a lot." That last part was just added in for a short poke for self-amusement.

Christy wrinkles her nose. "Well, _I_ don't drink. My dad is an active alcoholic. Mom kicked him out because of it," she informs Yi plaintively, apparently not shy under any circumstances. "Ireland and Scotland? Makes hell of a lot of sense, seein' as, well...that's where my family's from." She then laughs, and smiles in a friendly manner at Yi. "Bone Gnawers? That sounds neat, too. And what did you mean by moon?"

Yi tilts her head a bit. "Bone Gnawers are city Garou. We watch over the city, the humans in the city, Gaia." It's concise for now. "Moon... your auspice. What phase of the moon were you born under, tells us generally what personality you have, and what sort of things you'll do as a Garou." She stands up, moving over towards the bookshelves and bit closer to Christy for some light appraisal. That though, is masked by the attempt to locate the farmhouse's almanac. "I was born under a new moon, so I'm a ragabash. We are the questioners, the scouts, and the ones who undercut the swelling pride of over-egotistic Garou. And we make them smile and laugh when we can, to keep their spirits up..." She locates the book, and turns to Christy. "What's your birthday?"

Christy scratches at the back of her neck. "Cool. Birthday? January 27th, 1986," she says to Yi, a brow rising. "What other auspices are there, besides ragabash? There's, um, five moon phases, right, so five auspices?" Yes, you won the tupperware, now shut up.

Christy adds, "Six thirty-three at night. If that helps. Because, well, I think it changes it, doesn't it? Okay, I'll be quiet."

Yi flips through the pages. She'd answer quickly, though her English reading isn't exactly on par. It takes her a little while. Eventually though, she comes up with the gibbous. "You're a gibbous moon. A galliard." She glances around the book to Christy. "So you're a talesinger."

That smile grows. "I know a lot of stories," Christy says, "about the Irish and Scottish. The mythology and all that."

Yi nods, and closes up the book to reshelve it. "Well... if you'll give me a short moment, I'll make some snacks and we'll talk a little more." She smiles and moves to the kitchen, where some sounds of shuffling and such occurs.

"I hope you don't mind," Yi looks back into the living room after some clinking and produces a decent set of sandwiches and a couple of Cokes. "I really should wait for your elders to come and teach you the things you need to know, but I guess it helps to know basics anyway." She offers a plate of sandwiches to Christy. "So... how come you're not surprised? Myself, when I first found out... well. When you change, it is a little unnerving."

"I'm kind of suprised, but I love it. I'm a Fianna, and I sing stories of glory and the wonders of Ireland, and I can...change!" Christy seems somewhat confused about the changing part, but, hey! "I've been having dreams of wolves, that I start writing a poem about wolves or something and I turn into one and I run around with other wolves, all red and brown and beautiful."

Yi takes up a spot beside Christy with her own sandwich and Coke. If nothing so far then unnerving, then Yi's popping of the can's tab without use of anything more than a short Look probably wouldn't be. "I guess there's some things that are different for every Garou," she says softly with a drink. "Mmf. So... you've gone through your Firsting, or no? I mean, have you actually changed?" A bite of the turkey and swiss, along with assorted veggies on a french roll and she's chewing thoughtfully at Christy.

Mm. French roll. Christy eyes the sandwich -- the bread, mostly -- absently and then glances to Yi. "No," she admits.

Yi did set Christy's own sandwich and Coke down beside the cub, if she wanted it. "That would..make some sense I suppose..." she quips.

[A little Later, after they have sandwiches and Yi decides to take a little walk...]

Big Red Barn
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Nevada
Obvious exits:
BarnYard

Were she in lupus, Yi would've heard quite clearly the fate of the hapless bag chained in the barn. It attracts her attention though, as she slides open the door to the barn and peers in with a short squint. The wind from outside flows with a cold draft into the still musty air. "Sometimes I think I should try to open a dojo someday," Yi quips as she gets a figure outline. Her eyes scan up around the second story as well, glancing for any strays she might've missed.

Chains jangle. One is the chain of a punching bag. The other is the chain of a dog collar. The big, blond Crinos thwacks punch after punch into the bag, abusing it with boxing manuevers.

Yi tilts her head at the blond Crinos, and closes the door behind her. She blinks a few times to adjust to the light, and then heads over to a decent range to watch. "I'm surprised the stuffing hasn't come out of it yet," comes the newmoon's remark with a small smirk. "Have you been hiding in the hay out here Nev?" A hand slips into one of her pockets.

~Huh?~ With a clang of chain, the punching bag reels from the latest blow. The wolf-dog turns a look over one huge shoulder. ~Where did you come from?~

Yi points to the fast approaching punching bag about to smack back into the crinos. "From outside?" she answers question with question. "Watch o--" Thud, jangle. "Out." She chuckles. Not like the bag had any effect on a bulky blond. "You never came home last night." She sniffs, exaggeratedly. "I was worried."

The Crinos cants his head to the side. ~And you wanted me to make some pancakes, I'll bet.~ He flicks an ear.

Yi gets closer and gives the bag an experimental tap. "Well no, I was just wondering where you disappeared to because you missed the moot," Yi replies. "And, I wanted to give you this." She pulls her hand out of her pocket and offers up towards Nevada a small hook-on keychain. At the end of it, a bullet, or something remarkably like it. On it is inscribed with permanent marker, 'Nev'. It's a small bullet. Really. "It's a bullet. And it's got your name on it." She smiles a bit, wryly.

~I went for a walk...~ is the wolf-dog's reply. His ears splay back, rounding his angled head. He leans his snout in for a sniff of the keychain, snorting once. ~Ain't the first. Thanks. Here, hook her on.~ An enormous hand thumbs the collar out as he arches his neck.

Yi reaches up high, tiptoeing a little even. After a couple of swipes it eventually hooks on and swings freely. Not to mention, Yi takes the opportunity to give the galliard a scritch on his large muzzle. "You feeling ok?" she queries concernedly, stepping closer and ruffling his fur with a short pat and rub.

A huge thumb and forefinger pinch the bullet briefly. Then, the Crinos leans down to prod his cold wet pink nose into Yi's neck. He exhales with a doggy snort. ~I'm fine. How was the moot?~

Yi laughs softly as the air tickles. She taps Nev on his snout. "Interesting, to say the least," she notes. "We gave out news, and told some jokes... and then we ate. Elan did that feeding the thousands thing again... amazing." She reaches up and takes ahold of Nevada's ears before he could stand back up. "You.. you silly galliard. I missed you." She rubs her face his cheekfur. Something is earnest about it, deep in connection. A bond.

Hatchet's rough tongue slurps up the side of her face, and the Crinos pulls her in for a huge furry hug. She is held up off the ground for a moment. ~I missed you too. I just.. had to be alone for a while. In the woods. I oughta be in the woods more.. ~

Yi laughs and promptly mmphs as her face is slurped then pushed into a hunk of blond furry crinos. She tilts her head off to the side as she hugs him. "Well if you go off on one of your trips again you better bring me along." She hunches closer into him and hugs tighter. The image must be comical, a huge yellow crinos hugging a tiny chinagirl.

The wolf-dog doesn't squeeze too hard for fear of breaking Mulan. A furry, padded hand rests on one of her shoulders, massaging lightly as he sways. Up close he has a tangy scent of gasoline, forest undergrowth, and some pleasant shampoo. ~How is Anneka?~ he eventually asks.

Yi sniffs slowly. "Anneka's great," she replies to his question first. "She's learning very fast, and I think we'll finally have a halfmoon who is around from our tribe soon." Her nose sniffs again. "Alicia was right... you -do- smell like gasoline." She tilts her head up at him, brow arching curiously though the light in her eye is joking.

The wolf-dog turns his head, sniffing at his fur. Then he pokes his muzzle at Yi's head. ~You smell funny too. Gnawer pride.~ He pets a big hand at her hair, the paw nearly enough to engulf it. ~Did I tell you I took Anneka to the pool? At the hotel?~

"I just smell like fish all the time. I'll never escape it," Yi grins. "Anneka, that little Otter. She told me about the pool at the hotel. You two snuck in, na? But I didn't know you swam," she grins. "Why didn't you take me to any hotel pool?" Her hand comes up to fuzz the giant handpaw. "Well I do have the lake over in the mountains with Sepdet and the pack. Maybe you can drop by sometime, just howl out a hello. I wonder if the Wendigo are a bit diffused about having so many Gnawers tramping on their grass."

~I was on the swim team, once upon a time,~ Nevada reports proudly. ~What is your pack like?~ His giant embrace disappears as he blurs down, into the near pony-sized Hispo.

Yi looks impressed, then reminiscent. "They're cool... Sepdet's nice if a bit theurgy. Her wisdom just overwhelms me sometimes. Soulcatcher's about as Native American as you can get them. He's going to be a father too, with Robin's baby on the way." She smiles and leans down this time to fuzz at Nevada's ruff. "Duane watches over the buffalo a lot, and Leonard... well Leonard...I think he's the type who would get really angry if we showed him a western." She purses her lips thoughtfully. "But Leonard's cool. Maybe you and him should meet sometime. Cowboys and Indians." She laughs at the thought of Nevada in those ridiculously huge cowboy boots.

~I got this feeling we'd be black and blue after.~ The yellow Hispo has a long wolfy grin. ~They like you.. because you are not an evil white man?~

Yi stretches some. "Well I hope they like me for who I am, not what I am," she grins. "Maybe it's a factor in it, who knows? But they're friendly enough. It's just about the respect given." Her eyes cast over the hispo. "Black and blue... Mm, no I don't think it's your color really. How about orange?"

~Orange.. no.~ The Hispo yawns, and begins to groom Yi's shoelaces. ~Anything but orange. Yellow. Golden. I am a Chicken McNugget-colored tower of death. Not orange.~

Yi glance down at her shoelaces. "Are you sure you want to lick those? Do you know where I've been?" She laughs at the McNugget. "No, not McNugget... you can only be a McNugget if you've been fried." She fuzzles his ruff some more. "What would I be? A chocolate-colored tower of death?"

Nevada gums at her shoes a moment before: ~You been in the sewers again?~ He presses his head into her ankle. ~You wanna know what you are?~

Yi pets Nevada. "I wouldn't do that to you. No these aren't dedicated ones." She hms, musing. "What am I?" comes her question to the galliard.

The Hispo blurs, passing through the shapes until there, standing before Yi, is a pretentious blond teenager. He wears the choke chain, bullet, several interesting tattoos ("I Woke Up With This"), and a slight grin. "You," he says, slowly, pointing at her. "...must be as swift as a coursing river! With all the force of a great typhoon!" His voice rings out in fullblown Disney exaggerration.

Yi for just the moment, looks quite blank. And then, it hits her like a fullon train. She starts giggling at first, then it grows into a full on laugh. She hides her face, stooping down to cover her reddening cheeks but they're red with humor. Need..air... "With all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the mooooon!" she finishes with him in a full on duet. Her voice isn't too bad actually. She laughs again and stands up to punch-nudge the galliard. "You really are such a silly Little Brother." On that note, she barks like the kyoote dog who was clueless about the chickens.

Nevada beams at her. "Speakin' a moons, an all," he says. "Where in hell is my pants." He hums as he goes for a look.

Yi must be getting used to seeing Nev's arse around. "You know, you really should get some clothes dedicated," her remark comes. "But then I'm sure the girls must go crazy after seeing you change." Gads, a Yi puns.

"Yeah, girls /would/ go crazy seeing me change," Nevada snorts through a smirk, as he fits a leg through his jeans. "Y'know, foamin' at the mouth an screamin an trine to run away, an crine a lot, an not membrin a thing aftawards." He gets the other leg through, then makes a quick scan for his shirt. Not finding it isn't a big loss to him.

"What's the big deal? Just a big fuzzy puppy," Yi remarks with a chuckle. "You want something to eat? There's a sandwich or two left in the farmhouse I made." Herself starts moving towards the barn door.

"Am I hungry?" the Galliard repeats as he follows her. "Shaw, what, do I look like a Bone Gnawer or somin?"

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")
Obvious exits:
Hallway/Living Room Back Door

Yi slips through the sliding glass door and heads to the fridge, searching for those extra sandwiches she made. Upon finding them she turns back and offers it to Nevada. "I wonder..." she turns to look towards the other room. "Christy?"

In the front rooms, Christy, enamored in a book, takes a few minutes to look up and peer at Yi and Nevada. "Hiya, Yi," she greets, along with a small grin, and she settles the book down on the couch, standing to her meager five foot tall frame. "What's up?"

Nevada saunters in, hands in pockets. He isn't wearing a shirt, or shoes for that matter, just a choke chain collar with a bullet, and a slanted grin. The sandwich is accepted. He chews, and rolls his eyes exaggerratedly. "Mm guhd," he says with a heavenly sigh, before the new girl is noticed. She gets a headbobbed nod, while a look travels to Yi.

Yi nods back at Nevada. "She's cool," Yi replies and pushes Nevada towards the front room of the house. "And still unchanged. Can you believe I told her she was a werewolf, and all I got was a 'cool!'?" Her expression goes a little wry. "I don't recall anyone else who I know saying that." She waves to Christy. "This is one of my friends, and the silliest galliard you'll find around."

Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Christy
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: May 6)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room Front Door STairs

Christy watches Yi and Nevada plod on in, and she giggles absently at Yi's comment about her remark. "Yeah, well, it _is_ cool. Hi, I'm Christy," she says to Nevada, offering a toothy grin.

Nevada swallows, then wags the sandwich at Yi. "Silly? Shh, ya gonna kill my rep, yo." He grins at her, then turns a scrutinizing look to Christy. "Hi yaself, Christy. I'm Nevada. How'zit goin."

Yi grins and wavers a hand at Nevada. "Your rep is as good as that bullet there." She glances between the two of them, then moves to poke at Nevada. "You better come back to the apartment tonight, because I have to make pancakes in the morning." She smirks wryly. "But for now I have to get back and take care of a few things. I'm giving you a Pure, untouched Garou galliard cub here! Make sure you take care of her, got that?" She gives Nevada a stern look around a sisterly smile.

"Pure? Me? Nah," Christy muses, with a laugh. "Nice t' meet ya, Nevada. Nothing's goin' on -- except she finally told me why the hell I'm here, an' it's all cool." She pauses, and says, "Am I soundin' like some ghetto nerd? Growing up in California does that to you."

"Kid," Nevada says, leaning against the wall, sandwich in hand. "I wouldn't know what one'd sound like." He takes a bite. "Gotcha, Mulan. Count on some Mickey Mouse in the frine pan bright n early tomorra."

Yi saluts the two, and moves out via the kitchen ways and half singing, half humming. "Swift as a coursing river... with all the force of a great typhoon..." Exeunt!