Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (74% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 76 degrees Fahrenheit (24 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.04 and falling, and the relative humidity is 34 percent. The dewpoint is 46 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)
Harbor Park -- Fountain
Situated in the center of a large, open meadow is a clustering of six trees, a flower bed, a few steel-and-wood benches set firmly into concrete, and a flagstone courtyard that is dominated by a large fountain.
The fountain is a wide circular pool of water some fifty feet across and about five feet deep in most places. The sculpture in the center is a mix of old and new, traditional and modern: eight concrete-and-stainless-steel slabs about six feet high are set in a rough Stonehenge-like circle around the center of the fountain. Water flows from their tops, cascading in bright mesmerizing sheets to the pool below. Rising above the steel circle is a large marble statue of the Water Bearer, an androgynous figure draped in robes of flowing water. It bears a large jug carved with various Greek symbols, from which pours a seething torrent of water into the pool at its feet. Cars on the nearby street have an excellent view of the park as do any residents of the tall buildings which line the waterfront.
The murky waters of the Columbia River flow swiftly along the east side of the park. Bracketing the park to the west is First Street and the city of St. Claire. Recent construction work is creating an earthen berm several feet high all along the borders of the park in all directions.
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ManHole Harbor Park Meadow

Words, accented, float up like the struggling scent of flowers in the city's largest park. Masked over by the streaming babble of the fountain, Yi lies upon a bench by the piece of water art, reading. Ever so slowly - Would you like green eggs and ham? Renee's hands are in the pockets of her denim jacket, as she stolls through the park. Stride long and confidant. Far diffrent from her slouched and hurried gate, that she used to use while wearing her old filthy clothes. Yi's voice catches her attention and she wander over that way, sitting down besode the other Gnawer. "Yo."

Yi shuts that book quickly, covering it up despite the fact she's been tagged. Still rather unused to the galliard's transformation, the ragabash clears her throat and nods once. "Hello," she answers back, sitting up politely and moving over a touch.

As though in unconscious imitation of Renee's own posture, Quentin's hands are also stuffed into the pockets of his jacket as he stalks along through the park's paths as though he were looking for an excuse to kill something. His shoulders hunched forwards, a slight redness staining his eyes and cheeks, jaw set into an scowling expression as he glares at the path by his feet.

Renee draws her knees half-way up to her chest and drapes her arms across them. Tilting her head to one side, the Gallaird eyes Yi curiously. Eyebrows drawing together after a second of study. "Ya know, you'd almost think ya weren't to happy ta see me. Movin' over like that." A quick scowl, then Renee looks away. "Sorry. Moon is makin' me touchy." While looking away, the Ragey Gnawer catches sight of Quentin. Lifting a arm and waving in his direction.

Yi follows Renee's eyes, and waves not to the scowling Walker cub. Instead the no-moon gives Renee a faded half-grin. "You mean I shouldn't be happy to see a tribesister? That I should look to be in as bad a mood as he is?" Yi tilts her head in the direction of Quentin.

Quentin's slightly narrowed eyes catch sight of the wave, although he doesn't respond to it just yet.. or even give it any more recognition other than than look in her direction. He comes to a halt near the edge of the fountain, gnawing on his lower lip.

Renee snorts and takes what could be interprited as a playful swipe at Yi's head, missing by several inches.

Yi shifts her sitting weight and the swipe is more than a several inches missed. She arches her brow at a jaunty angle at the Gnawer galliard and waves Quentin over. "You look like someone put ants in your 7-up cup," she says towards him.

"What do you care?" Oh, someone's in a good mood. The question's asked a bit sullenly, as the Walker cub regards the two with a rather evident frown and a glint of lingering anger in his eyes. Not directed at them specifically, but it's there.

Renee's arms drape across her knees once again, as her attention returns to Quentin. "Gee, you'd think ya were me, all pissy like that. Who put a bug up yer butt?"

Yi shrugs off the surly mood. She actually was near finished with that Dr. Seuss. "Maybe it was bigger than an ant," she teases carefully. "I gather you both were walking off the moon's pull then?"

Quentin starts along over towards where the two are with a slow step, that frown seemingly permanently creased upon his face. He's silent for a few moments, just looking between them.

Renee runs a hand though her blue-streaked hair, returning her attention to Yi. "Ehh. Guess so. I find I'm doin' that alot, soon as its past half-full. Always had somethin' of a problem with it. Hey. if ya got a moment, I'd like ta talk with ya about that gang ya got breathin' down yer neck. See if I can help ya ta get'em ta back off."

Yi couldn't raise her eyebrows any further up without cutting and pasting them onto her forehead. "What about them? They're not after me. They are looking for something else." Not someone, some-thing-. "Never liked me anyway, those Blades. Then again, I guess I should not keep stealing what they stole in the first place." The girl shrugs minutely, not wanting to really think about turf troubles.

"What goes around comes around," Quentin says quietly to the last words of Yi, briefly slipping a hand from his pocket to scratch at an itch under his jaw, revealing the reddened gauze wrapped around his hand and twined around his fingers, "Never heard anything good about 'em."

Renee shrugs. "Yea, I know ya said somethin' like taht before. Ya also said that they saw ya in the area, after one of their guys got waked. I'd like ta help ya track down the thing thats been buggin' them, cause they'd probably chill afterward." Head sharply turning in Q's direction, Renee narrows her eyes. "Get inta somethin' of a fight? Tried shiftin' ta heal-up?"

Yi refrains from a further question to the other galliard, seeing as Renee's asked what she had in mind at the sight of the gauze. The ragabash nods once to the other Gnawer. "Something like that. I don't like how the victims are not killed, but unconscious. No luck so far."

Quentin glances back down to his hand, and tucks it away in a pocket again. "I'll do that later. Haven't felt like it yet." A frown as he listens to what they're talking about, brow furrowing a bit. Evidentally some curiousity survives through whatever's got him so pissed off.

Since Quentin doesn't seem particulalry interested, in talking about what has him so ticked off, Renee simply leans back against the fountain and closes her eyes.

Yi slowly nods to Quentin, before hitching up her Green Eggs And Ham underneath her arm. "Well, if either of you see someone lying senseless in the alley, and not from the drink, best be careful. Whatever it is could be coming from down below." She stands, and points down to indicate possible sewerline. Other than that, she gives the two galliards a quick-flitting smile. "Don't beat up the ones who don't deserve it, eh?"

Renee reopens her eyes and waves at the departing Yi. "Take care."

"I'll keep an eye out," Quentin says with a slight shrug of one shoulder towards Yi as she rises to her feet, "I try not to wander down alleys most of the time, though."

Yi bobs her head into a small bow, and then turns on her heel to scoot off towards a quiet spot for further English mangling.

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