4/24/2004

04:52 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Zoo - Cafeteria(#3222RJ)
This was a cafeteria once upon a time, complete with running water and a microwave. Now, the only thing left in the room is the countertops and openfaced cabinets, the remainder having been stolen long ago. The available shelf space has been partially filled with non-perishable food items and certain food-products where you don't want to look all that closely at the expiration date. A plastic four gallon container has been placed on one of the counters and is periodically filled with drinkable, if not entirely fresh, water. A metal drum sits near one of the room's window, providing light and a cooking fire when put to use. Scattered around the room are several old couches and chairs. A menagerie of colors, styles, and conditions. From the bright orange and pea green of the sixties, to the colored floral patterns of the eighties.
In the very center of the large room, a monument has been built out of blood stained wood, soot covered bricks, a single sign written out in red spray paint. The monument stands just over four feet high and the sign defiantly states: NEVER AGAIN.
Contents:
Eve
Obvious exits:
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[look Eve]
A young woman in her late teens and of average height, Eve's appearance is unremarkable at best. The young woman's hair is cropped short and would resemble a military cut, if it wasn't spiked. The brown tips having been bleached to a near-blond by the sun, while her skin has been deeply tanned to a golden brown. The Gnawer's eyes are a chocolate brown, flat and expressionless, showing little or no emotion. Fine white scars decorate Eve's gaunt features, hardening an already angular face. Its hard to miss the fact that the woman's hands are horribly scarred and that she is missing two fingers on her left hand.
Something about the Eve is oddly disturbing. This feeling is only compounded by the way the young woman holds herself, each movement made slowly and carefully. The Gnawer's lean figure is clothed in a plain red t-shirt, which is partially covered by a worn plaid top. A small and filthy child's knapsac is slung over one of the girl's shoulders by a single strap, the second one having broken away long ago. Blue denim jeans with ripped knees partially hide a formidable pair of black, scuffed, steel-toed boots.

[look Yi]
Hidden under the Cantonese heritage and careful masks of calm is the cunning danger of the wolf within, peeking out in Yi's manner of observing her surroundings in a discreetly alert manner. Though petite at about 5'4" with a slim, boyish figure, she hardly gives off the impression of a helpless, fragile woman. Her straight, long black hair streaks with highlights, adding just a bit of color to enhance her dark eyes and give her the classic Asian girl appearance that would blend her into the crowds. Though technically an adult, Yi seems to take up the easygoing street teen look well. Slim under her layers of baggy clothes, a hooded double-layered flannel sweatshirt, navy, grey and white small-boxed plaid on the outside with a thick grey hood covers around an ivory white sweater. Peeking out from underneath the hems of the sweater, a large sized olive-drab green shirt whose sleeves are long enough to pull out and cover half her palms. A faded grey-blue pair of baggy jeans fit over her lower body, the cuffs falling over rugged boots. The only things that shine from the girl are the thin chain which loops her neck, and her dark eyes that gleam brightly. Her hair is straight and black, framing her face neatly and adding emphasis to her feeling of latent intelligence and perceptiveness. One who pays attention to her might notice the thin scars upon neck, forehead and her limbs which make her look as if she had gone through some rough times before. (+detail Yi's Scars) Aside from that though, she moves with a fluid grace and speaks with a mixed, distinct accent of one whose native language clearly is not English but good enough to be considered fairly fluent.

Eve is seating in an old lazy boy, eyes closed as she snores quietly. A ratty blanket drawn up around her shoulders.

Yi comes in off the streets, dusting off nearly imperceivable dirt from the grey hoodie she wears. Only when she hears snoring, does she glance about for the occupant, and seeing a blanketed human-shaped lump on the lazyboy she goes to have a look.

Eve continues to sleep, if somewhat noisely, mangled hand protecting her eyes from the sunlight.

Yi comes around to gaze at the hand-covered face, and in a wave of recognition she gasps softly, pulling back a step with surprise. It's not so much the missing fingers, but the face. "Renee?"

Eve gives a soft snort and shifts her hand, so she can look over at Yi with a single eye. "Eve," she corrects, gently.

"Huh?" is the confused question uttered. Yi's bewildered take over the other's features just confirms in her that this is the galliard. Or... her twin sister. No, impossible. "I, ah... Eve?"

Eve yawns and rubs and her eyes, then sits up a bit straighter in her chair. "Yea. Eve Walks-The-Darkened-Path. Theurge and Cliath of the Bone Gnawers. Things change."

Yi blinks again, her mind still processing all this. 'Things change,' the theurge said. The ragabash scratches lightly on her hand before she clears her throat hesitantly. "Then, how are you?"

Eve shrugs, as she studies Yi's face and appearance. "I'm here. Keeping busy. Been awhile since you came by here."

Yi nods, her posture stiff in an unfamiliar sense. "I've been on the Bawn. In the mountains." She pauses, her eyes flicking off to a side. "My flat's a mess," she murmurs in retrospect.

Eve ahhs and scratches at an arm, before yawning once again. "Excuse me," she murmurs, while standing up and streatching. "Nearly dinner time for the kid."

Yi nods again, moving aside awkwardly as she simply watches Eve. A million and a half questions bounce in the walls of her mind, but she holds it in. All save for one. "Your hand...?"

"Is missing fingers," Eve finishes the sentence, while offering no new information. Pulling down three large cans of soft dog food, the Theurge sets them doun on the counter while she hunts for a can opener.

Yi shakes her head at the answer. "How?" There's no move to help. Garou can open cans by themselves. The other questions pound at her. Where did you go? What did you do? Why are you a Theurge? And, What the Hell?

Some stories are not really ment to be told," Eve answers, somewhat flatly. And this is some the once Galliard, who could NEVER keep her mouth shut. Finding that can opener, the Theurge puts it to use. Emptying the cans into a large metal bowl.

Yi reads the flat tone easy. She'll keep the next question put away somewhere. "At least you came back," she says quietly, withholding a sigh. "You... know about Craig then."

Eve nods, as she scrapes the last of the food out of the cans. "Yes, I do. Been here for nearly a month now. Paying Chiminage to the Sept by teaching, if you'd like to learn anything I know. Rite of the Shopping Cart seems to be popular."

Yi casts her gaze down again, murmuring something in her native tongue. "What is that?" she asks, rather obviously revealing her ignorance towards the rite's workings and purpose.

Eve dusts invisible dust from her hands, then walks over to the bag she carries around. Upending it, she dumps out a small mountain of stuff. Atleast three time more stuff, then the bag should be able to hold. "This is what it does. Makes a bag or container bigger on the outside. Something of a modifacation on Cardboard Palace."

Yi's eyes widen at the pouring. The 'WTH?' look hasn't really gone away. "That is very handy," she comments absently, still peering from stuff to bag. "Kind of like... Mary Poppins." She walks over to the things all over the ground. "You must have learned a lot on your journey."

Eve ehs and crouches down, as she begins to refill her bag. "Nothing comes free, unfortunatally. I'll teach the Rite to you, if you're interested."

Yi picks up one of the objects, offering it back to the now-theurge. "If it will help you in your Chiminage to the Sept, then certainly." The ragabash's features tweak themselves into a welcome smile. "It is nice to have you around."

Eve accepts the filthy rench and grops it into her bag. "Thankyou." In the back of the building, Squeaks starts to shake the bars to her room. Eve sighs and abandons her bag for now. "Time to feed the kiddie."

Yi glances behind her as she notes the shaking too. "Want some help?" she offers, looking to both the direction of the cages, and the pile of stuff to put back in the bag.

Eve shakes her head. "No, its okay. I'll be back in a minute. After setting the bowl down on the floor, Eve disapears down the hallway and Yi can hear the metal door being scraped open a moment later. Baby metis on her heels and walking on two legs now, the Theurge reappears in the cafeteria. Squeaks makes a bee-line for the food and drops onto all fours, before buring her muzzle in the mush.

Yi looks on with a bare tick of her eyebrow rising to show her amusement at the metis cub. For now there is just a brief silence, broken by the hungry munching.

As the kids eats and gets her face covered in soft dog food, Eve goes back to refilling her bag.

Yi may look a bit awkward, just standing there watching one Garou and the other with her hands in her pockets in silence. But, for now, that's how it is.

The office's front door, such as it is, opens with creaks and grunts, followed by a high squeal of scraped plastic. Heavy footsteps stomp inside, pause a moment, and then continue towards the cafeteria, drawn by the sound of a noisily eating cub.

Yi glances up at the sound of the footsteps, gaze turning thataway. A brow arches.
From afar, to Eve, Yi, and Olga, Simon waves and was wondering if you wanted to meet a kin, mebbe?

[look Simon]
Simon stands at 6'5" and weighs close to 300 pounds. With a massive chest and wide shoulders, the majority of that weight is muscle. African American origins give him dark, chocolate colored skin and deep, sweet brown eyes. His bald head is shaved daily, as is his face. Such features, combined with his deeply resonant bass voice, lend him a somewhat intimidating air. In reality, however, his character and demeanor prove him to be one of the gentlest of souls.
He wears old, faded blue jeans and a pair of light beige work boots. A simple blue t-shirt is covered by a blue, black and white long-sleeved flannel shirt. On his head, he wears a black leather Borsalino Cap.

Olga appears at the cafeteria doorway, bag over shoulder and bland searching expression sitting on her face. Seeing Yi, her mouth hangs slightly open, and she rubs at her chin with her free hand. It winds up a small grin, and a nod, and she says, "Hey, Yi. 'S good to see you." The greeting shifts seemlessly into a loud shout, directed behind her: "Yo, Duff, 's cool, come on in."

Yi smiles a genuinely warm, slightly awkward return as Olga appears. But who's Duff? Being out in the mountains can really disconnect a raggie.

Simon darkens the doorway behind Olga, and the big cab driver peeks his head in. The rest of his huge frame follows after, turning slightly sideways and ducking faintly, habitually, to clear the top of the door. He holds his Borsalino cap in his hands, smiling as he catches sight of the others.

Yi just stares. She thought Reggie was huge, but. "This is Duff?" is her quiet, incredulous query. Damn her for thinking Duff was a name for a pet dog or something. With a hesitant nod, she finally breaks her stare and glances back towards Squeaks' direction. Politeness sets in and she turns back to the big man, giving him a cautious nod.

Olga takes a step back, shuffling her bag off her shoulder and sending it flinging on its way to land a metre and a half off, before returning to the cafeteria for introductions. Out comes a flat-palmed hand to display people. It sweeps towards Simon and she says, "Girls, this's Simon, called Duffy. He's Gnawer kin, all our info on Craig's killers came through Duff. He's a stand-up guy." It passes around the room and she introduces as it goes, "Duffy, tha's Yi, that's R - uh, that's Eve, and you already met Squeaks." The mule of course isn't much of a one for politeness: she doesn't even look up at the man, simply continues her dinner of soft dogfood.

Eve looks over Duff and offers a somewhat weak smile. "Hey there. Pleased to meet you."

Simon gives Squeaks a furtive, perhaps wary glance, nodding at Olga's comment. The two Gnawers he's meeting for the first time then get his attention, as well as a white-toothed smile. "Pleased, myself," he offers in his pleasant bass voice. "How is everyone tonight?"

Yi looks uuuuuup at Simon. 6'5" is high up for her, in homid form anyway. "A pleasure to meet you," she echoes. "Uhm, decent," she replies to his question, rubbing a hand on the back of her neck. "So, what is it that you do?" Mere pleasantries, for now.

Olga sidles her way around Simon, moving to stand nearer the foodstuffs and, coincidentally or not, right between him and Squeaks. She cranes her neck up and forward to see from a distance what could make a pleasant dinner.

Eve runs a hand over her spiked hair. "Well enough." Squeaks is buisly licking up the last of her meal, then finished and flops down on her rear. Eve sighs softly and turns, bulking up to Glabro and picking up the metis child. Kid in her arms, she digs around for a cloth to wipe the food from Squeaks face.

Simon Can't help but through an occasional surreptitious glance toward the metis child every few moments, but for the most part his manner is otherwise congenial as he answers with his own pleasantries. "I drive a cab for Columbia. Olga here knows the number, if I'm ever needed." He nods toward the theurge.

Eve finally finds what she is looking for and wipes the food from the kids face, while frowning faintly in consintration. "Thanks," she says, a little distractedly.

Yi too eyes the metis briefly, but is listening to Simon mostly. "Taxi driver..." she murmurs to herself with a nod, "...like Marcus." Then, more loudly, "I haven't really been keeping up with news here in the city." At this she looks towards Olga, then Eve and Squeaks.

Olga confirms Simon's words with a nod and a pat at one jacket pocket. "Didn' I tell ya?" she rhetorically asks, with the pride of an exhibitor. "Stand up guy." She seems less than happy with the selection she can make out from her present perch, consisting as it does of an opened can of peas and a box of minute rice the rats seem to have gotten into, but she doesn't give it up. "'S okay, Yi," she responds to the Ragabash distractedly, attention on food. "Anything fun happen out in the woods? Find anything juicy?"

Yi shakes her head. "Nothing but some campers beyond the Bawn lines and food," she answers, eyeing the can of peas and rice box with dubious feelings. "How about here?"
Simon, as his comfort level rises a little, takes a couple of steps further in. He tucks the Borsalino into a jacket pocket and follows Olga around with his eyes. For now, he seems content to just listen and learn.

Squeaks squirms and rumbles in complaint, as the last of the food is wiped out of her fur. "Sush," Eve mutters, surprisingly patient with the mule. "How long as you been living in St. Claire?" She asks, turning her head to look at Duff.

Olga looks around, and as Simon moves so does she, towards the long counter. "Oh, you know," she responds vaguely to Yi, setting herself off from Eve and Simon's conversation, "Gnawer stuff. Got a new cub, Joey, Ragabash, you really oughta meet her. She's a doll, really, but a bit of a pussy. Go pay her a visit down at the farmhouse, you got the time. We doing pretty well, actually, since Eve got back. Alec comes by every once in a while with food, tha's pretty recent, and damn nice."

The question turns Simon towards Eve and the metis again. Shrugging one shoulder thoughtful, he mentally adds things up. "Seven months, give or take," he answers. "I'd of come talk to you all earlier, but there didn't seem to be much need."

Yi hears Joey and ragabash, and her mind goes to another raggie before it registers that Olga used the female pronoun instead. "Farmhouse, okay. I will visit her soon. And... Alec as in Doctor Jean?"

Eve puts the kid down on the floor as Duff speaks and straightens back up. Squeaks sits down on her rear and sniffs at the air, before standing up and heading toward Duff. One of the two people she doesn't reconize.

Olga gives a happy smile when Yi says she'll visit Joey, and considers the question with a screwed-up face. "Alec as in Doctor somebody. Gaian kin, Alec." At the sound of claws tapping against tile behind her, Olga gives a start, and gets herself quickly between Squeaks and Duffy. "You be good now," she warns the cub.

Squeaks' ears flatten against her skull and her lower lip just out. ~Am being good!~

Meiran enters the zoo, searching around for a few moments before she finds the cafeteria and peeks inside. "Hello?" she calls, her accent thickly Mandrin once again from her trip back from Signapore.

Simon Takes an instinctive step back away from Squeaks, managing a nervous sort of laugh at Olga's warning. It has to be an ironic sight--the huge man at least mildly frightened by the small, albeit dangerous child.

Olga lowers herself slightly to Squeaks, looking at her sternly. "You have to leave Duffy alone," she tells the girl bluntly and firmly. "He bruises easy. Come play with Auntie Yi." Meiran draws her attention briefly, getting a quick nod and grin. "Jesus, Yi, you draw a crowd," she says happily as she turns her attention back to Squeaks.

Eve's head snaps around and she focuses on Meiran. "Oh bother." Squeaks starts to get antsy, hopping from one foot to another. All these new people!

Yi chuckles softly at the metis' expression, even if she knows that in real trouble she'd be in it in an instant. "That's Dr. Jean, yes." Her head tilts at the call, and in a moment her smile gets a bit wider. "" she calls back. Her smile flickers towards Olga, and she motions briefly towards Squeaks if the cub wants to come over and 'play'.

Meiran squints her eyes slightly and crosses her arms over her chest. "I am too old to play," says the forty year-old woman. "I am a little tense from the flight still." A smile brightens across her lips as she bows her head to Yi. "Have you seen my neice?" she asks.

Yi glances back towards the older Asian woman. "" The ragabash gives Simon a sort of 'don't worry' glance, hoping he catches it. This is Gnawer-family-ness.

~Whowhowho!~ Squeaks finally yelps out, pointing at all the unfamilair faces. One after another.

Simon glances along with everyone else towards the newcomer. He offers a polite smile, it widening when he realizes the others are delightfully surprised to see her--almost as if the feeling were infectious. He offers Meiran a quiet "hi," and a small wave.

Eve groans softly and covers her face with one hand.

Olga steadfastly guards Duffy, stern look on her face and arms crossed, a rather amusing sight; at least, at near an inch over 6' herself, it's not _quite_ as absurd. She shuffles over half a step to include a bit of Meiran in that, so that between herself and Yi, the two have the kinfolk pretty well covered. Her continued introductions are therefore terse and distracted: "Duffy, Meiran; Meiran, Duffy."

Meiran hms softly and rubs her palm against her cheek as she looks conciderately aroune the cafeteria. Her almond eyes look up to Simon and she dips her head in greeting back towards the man. "Meiran Sai Li Xio, Lyra's aunt and kinswoman." she says formally. "You can call me Aunt Mei too, if you wish." She shrugs her shoulders loosely before she notices the little yapping-metis and raises an eyebrow.

Yi shushes Squeaks, or tries to, but bulks up to Glabro briefly to reinforce to the cub that she's serious about calming down. ~Family,~ she gestures for the cub. ~Auntie,~ she points out Meiran. ~Uncle~ is Simon. Quite a difference eh? "Where has Lyra gone, anyway?" she queries aloud, thinking maybe the other Gnawers have an answer to that.

Simon nods towards Meiran. "Pleased to meet you. Simon MacDuff. Kin, too. And you can call me Duff. Or Duffy."

Squeaks continues to grow more excited and agitated, all but hopping up and down now. Mumbling to herself, Eve slips up behind the kid. ~Come on Squeaks, time to go back to your room.~

Olga shrugs vaguely in response to Yi's question, and twists around to half-regard Meiran, making sure to keep Squeaks in the corner of her eye. "You haven' heard from her? I don't think I heard from her since, uh, 'round the time Craig died. She'd been scarce 'fore that, too. Figured she'd took off, but she'd've called you, eh?"

"It was hard to call where I was in Signapore," Mei replies, her lips giving a downward tug. "Lyra has never been very communicative with me." Even though Lyra used to talk about her like some hero while the Philodox was a cub.

Now that seems to have been the wrong thing to tell the baby mule, as she completly spazes out. ~Nonononono!~ The kid yells and makes a lunge for freedom, as Eve makes a grab for her.

Yi also takes note of Eve's struggles, and makes to help her with the cub. "How was Singapore?" she asks, while bending to tell Eve, "It's ok if she's here. We've got enough arms to hold her."

The lunging metis makes Simon back up a couple more steps. He hovers near the door, being sure to keep Olga between him and Squeaks. "Fiesty, isn't she?" he says, still looking slightly nervous.

Eve ends up flat on her face, as she misses in her bid to grab the pup. Now Duff, poor Duff, he is the one blocking the doorway that Squeaks is bolting for on all fours.

Meiran looks towards Yi, wincing some at all the commotion that she has to hestitate answering the other woman. "It was okay." she replies, afterall she lived there at one time.

Freedom means through the door, and through or at least very near to the kin as well, and so Olga rises with an angry grunt, face contorting, and she just keeps on rising until she's a couple inches taller than Simon, even. It only takes a flash and then she leaping out to tackle the little monster, bringing her full force and hefty weight down right on top, hands out to grab.

Yi also winces a bit, but is still on the move to assist like a guard on a basketball court to stand between the kin and metis. "Does this mean you'll be staying at Yellow River again?" she asks of Meiran, a brief thought causing her to ask Simon as well, "Where you do stay at?"

Meiran nods her head slightly to Yi. "Yes, I will be back at the store." she answers.
Simon wasn't expecting the metis cub to bolt, or Olga to shift. He can't even think of the answer to Yi's question, managing only a dumb sort of "Uh," before he backs up directly against the door Squeaks wants to get out of.

Eve slowly stands back up and rubs at her scraped nose, even as it heals.

Olga comes to the floor with a squishy thud, landing mostly on Squeaks, the trash strewn across the floor going all over the place with loud clanks and scrapes. She manages to get her arms mostly around the chest, pinning her little flailing claws so all they can do is scratch; but she's still got a mouth full of razors, and Olga shortly lets out a half-scream half-howl barely kept under control, followed shortly by a string of profanity so quick it's hard to pin down what exactly's said. "Outta the way, Duff," she requests with thin strained voice, as she heads outside, the small Crinos flailing in her arms.

Simon may be big, but in such situations he moves rather deftly. Sidestepping quickly, he most assuredly gets as much out of the way as he can.

Eve sighs and rubs at her face. "Sorry," she apologizes. "The Squeaker isn't used to so many people."

Yi nods as Olga comes by, neatly avoiding a flailing claw. "Which, I think, needs to be fixed," she notes. "Will you be needing help, Auntie, when you go back to the shop?"

Olga disappears out the cafeteria doorway quick as she can, making quite a racket of thumping and scraping as she transports Squeak down the hallway to her cage. The metis herself doesn't make much noise beyond a high-pitched growl, as her mouth is quite full.

Meiran looks to Yi and wrinkles her nose some at the actions of the young metis. "Um, what do you mean by help?" she asks. "Help now? Or help in the furture?"

Yi shrugs, keeping her smile down. "Whenever you need," she mentions offhand, with a note of concern. "I thought Lyra was keeping the Yellow River open."

Relief washes over Simon's face, his big shoulders slumping a little as he lets out a softly rumbled laugh. Just then, a three-toned jingle comes muffled from inside his jacket. Checking it, he says, "I gotta get going. Dispatch has a call for me to take."

"I have not checked," Meiran answers. "I dropped bags at apartment and came here."

Eve nods and heads for the doorway. "I'll walk out with you, Duff."

There's a sharp metal clanging and barked High-Tongue orders from the back of the long hallway, as Olga tries to get Squeaks into her cage, and get out herself, without too much injury to either.

Yi blinks towards Simon and nods. Then she downshifts to homid, clearing her throat. "I'll drop by Yellow River soon then, as well."

Simon nods gratefully to Eve, but the noise from the back rooms makes him appear concerned. "Olga gonna be alright?" he asks Eve as he moves toward the door.
"I should get back there now," Meiran replies. "You come by tomorrow afternoon. Maybe I will have something for you to do." She promises Yi.

Eve nods. "Yes, she'll be fine. Olga is a lot bigger then the Squeaker."

Yi glances towards the cages briefly, then puts a reassuring smile on her features. "If our cliaths couldn't take care of our cubs, then we would be in trouble."

Olga's still going. Imagine gator-wrestling on monkeybars, and you've got a good idea of the sound the two are making. "Jesus Christ," the Theurge exlaims, ~do as you're told, Squeaks!~ A few seconds later, there's a slam of metal against metal, and loud, smug, victorious grunt-shout which echoes through the office.

Simon flashes a grin, showing Yi he understands. "Good point. Ok then, well, tell her I said I'd call her later about the show down." With that, the cab driver pulls out his cap and puts it on his head as he heads back out the door.

Yi chuckles, nodding briefly. "It's good to see some faces around here again. New and old."

Eve follows Simon out of the building, making certain that the Kin makes it back to his cab without any trouble.

Meiran smiles, following Yi's expression. The woman crosses her arms, looking around the place.

Olga comes tramping down the hallway, leaving behind her the sounds of a small metis thrashing against the bars of her cage. The Theurge is triumphant but not uninjured, and her green army coat's forearm is a thick red colour.

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