4/26/2004

11:56 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (46% full).

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:
Trevor
Joey
Olga(#4061PJceq)
Obvious exits:
BarnYard  

Olga and Joey are duking it out in the barn, dirt flying every which way. Most of Olga's clothes are lying in a rumpled heap near the barnhouse door, and she's just in her `training clothes`, a loose tank top a hideous shade of pink and grey pants that can't decide whether they want to be heavy long-johns or light sweats. She ducks out away from the punches again, but the shoulder takes her by surprise and her feet skid a little, she's off-balance. "Tha's good," she gets out breathlessly.

Trevor wanders into the barn, guitar inside its case slung over one shoulder. It appears he's come out here for some practice, or just to have some fun. Stopping when he sees Olga and Joey, he smiles and raises a hand in greeting.

Joey is encouraged by the quick compliment, and she tries to wrap her arms about the other woman. If she can, then she hopes to twist back and forth until one or both of them land on the floor. She's trying for sure, and while she's not doing anything to hurt Olga, she is trying to win.

Yi arrives only a few moments after Trevor, attracted to the sounds of scuffle from the barn on her Farmhouse visit. Seeing Olga and Joey 'in the ring', her brows arch but she waves and calls a hello to the both of them. Trevor's also greeted though with a nod.

Olga's much too occupied fighting to notice the two entering, and much to busy stumbling to avoid Joey's long Glabro arms encircling her. She does take the opportunity of the cub's relative immobility to lift her legs both up high in the air, letting the Ragabash hold her weight, and then bringing them down on her bare feet, hard, aiming for toes.

Joey lets out a yip and quickly lets go of the woman. It is not long though before she is rushing forward again, a heavy fist aimed angrily at the womans nose! Those who have entered are as of yet, unnoticed.

Returning Yi's nod, Trevor leans against the wall to watch the two fight. There's a fondness about his features, and a smile on his face.

Yi moves around Trevor, sidling against the wall to a suitable spot not too far off from the barn's doors. A smile too graces her face as she watches the struggle and wonders who the unknown glabro happens to be.

Olga rushes forward, away from her opponent, as soon as Joey lets her go, and the sudden heavy pounding of Glabro footfalls behind her doesn't slow the Theurge. She has to turn eventually, and she does, one leg skidding out to brace her, the other turned out into a quick warding kick, which doesn't go as well as planned, having Joey's large bulk and momentum to contend with. It hits the girl like a bat to the stomach but her fist hits Olga like a log to the face, and she goes spinning away, nose bloodied and slightly askew, quickly lifting herself up with an ugly grunt and turning again to face Joey.

Joey lets out a loud huff as the wind gets knocked from her. She doubles over and bites at her lips before lifting her gaze to the woman. She puts a hand up as she wheezes, wordlessly trying to explain she cannot breath.

Placing his guitar case down, Trevor begins to clap. It's not a wild, frenzied clapping. It's slow and steady. "Remind me not to piss either of you off any time soon."

Yi whistles, with a slight wince as she watches and hears the dull contact of blows to body. "What, are you afraid of them?" she asks teasingly, smiling towards the Fianna.

Olga is ready to charge the cub as soon as her feet find some kind of purchase against the dirt floor, which doesn't take long, but her move forward is stopped short by Joey's plight, and she stops, standing stock still, wiping the blood from her face and wincing as she does. Her eyes regard the gigantic girl at first with sympathy and guilt, but after a second a hint of suspicion's added to taht, eyes flashing. She still goes over to her, asking, "Jo, you a'right?" hands out half to comfort her should she need it and half to ward off any incoming attaks.

Joey tries a cough or two, and it sounds strained. "No wind.." she pants out in a choke. "Good hit." She remains doubled-over, but casts a glance to the clapping and the voices. Trevor gets a smile and the female, a curious look.

"Me, afraid of Olga and Joey?" Trevor laughs. "We're like this." He holds up a pair of crossed fingers. "Every time I see them, I cross my fingers they won't hit me!" The Galliard grins.

Yi echoes the grin with a fainter one. "I see," she replies, glancing towards Joey. "So that is Joey..." She nods towards the tall cub, checking her gaze towards Olga a moment as well.

If Joey's selling, Olga's buying, and a tight grimace crosses her face at the cub's expression, a grimace she quickly schools away, moving over towards her to try and rub her back. "Okay, Jo, jus' takes a bit of time," she says to her. It's then she really notices the two entering, and she gives them each a brief nod before turning back to Joey.

Joey licks her lips and nods, "S-sorry Olga." Another moment and she forces herself upright, glancing up to the woman that spoke her name. "Uh, hi? Joey yeah. Ragabash of the Gnawers, uhm White-Face by name too." A glance is given to Olga, wondering if she missed anything important there. "Oh! Cub... of course."

"Yeah, this is Joey." Trevor nods to Yi. "So, how are you two?" He calls across to the Gnawers.

Yi dips her head briefly at the introduction. "I'm Yi, or Three-Blades if you wish. Same auspice, same tribe as you, Joey. But, I am a cliath." She looks to Olga, a warm smile going to the theurge. "I thought I would come to the Farmhouse to meet Joey. Though, I apologize ahead of time. When I heard Joey, I thought to another no-moon of the Gnawers who lived here. A... ah, well I thought Joey was a boy's name." Her hand settles on the back of her neck, her smile turning a bit embarrassed.

Olga looks less than pleased with Joey's performance, countenance rather dark, though as she often does she quickly turns it back to a fairly neutral look. Yi's smile gets a vague one in return. "Nope, Joey's the only Joey I know," she says quietly, with a jerk of her head at the cub. She gives her a brief look and announces rather expertly, "And pretty sure she's a girl." The woman then leaves Joey's side and moves over towards her heap of clothes.

Joey stands up and nods, "Short for, for something I'd have to kill you for knowing, so better just leave it as it stands hmm?" She smiles playfully, the threat completely non-existent in her jest. Olga's dark look is noted, and the cub tries to stand up straighter, or something.

"You all know me, as far as I'm aware." Trevor chuckles, not proferring his own overly long and formal introduction.

Yi also notices Olga's fleeting darkness, but files it away with a clearing of her throat. "How long have you been around, Joey?" Clearly with the question, Yi indicates that she hasn't exactly been keeping up with the news herself.

Olga stands by her clothes pile and begins to reassemble herself, first shifting up to Glabro briefly to heal her nose, then pulling on garment after garment.

Joey clears her throat, getting the last of the wheeze out, "Uh, about a month I'd guess. Right Olga?" She chances another look to her mentor, before glancing back to Yi.

Trevor just stands around listening.

Olga nods at Joey's estimate but it's lost in wool, struggling into a sweater, hands up over her head by the door. "Yeah, 'bout. Month, month and a half. Think closer to a month and a half."

"Are you going to be kept here around the Farmhouse until your Rite, or are you going to be allowed in the city sometime?" Yi asks, though her question is just one of curiosity. Still, there's some ideas of lessons and whatnot turning. "You seem comfortable enough here, though."

Joey grins at Yi, "Oh I can adapt pretty quick to anywhere, been on the move for a while now. I like the city though too, but I was here, for... I forget why. I go down to the zoo though too." She glances between the three elders, looking a little bashful now.

Olga gets her sweater down around her neck and in its proper place, and tosses Joey and Yi a quick satisfied unprompted nod the purpose of which isn't quite clear. Now, for the pants: the Theurge drops herself down and slips into her jeans.

"So like, what's everyone planning on doing?" Trevor breaks his silence to ask, looking around curiously.

Yi casts a brief glance towards Olga. Sweater and jeans in this weather? Then again, look at what she's wearing of all things. To Trevor's question, she shrugs slightly. "Oh, not much. Meet a cub, look for old faces... challenge for Fostern rank..." She smiles enigmatically at the last bit.

Joey licks her lips, smiling cheerfully, "Meet a cub! Yaay. That's me!" She flops onto a hay bale and starts putting her socks and shoes back on, then throws her jacket on as well. "As for what we are going to do. Let's get pizza!"

Olga's got herself all reconstituted and proper now, and she spends her free time now straightening herself out. She slides her eyes over to regard Yi for a moment at her announcement, then she looks at Joey, and asks bluntly, "Your treat?"

Yi mock-pouts, "But I only just arrived. Well, I guess the car can take the distance." The car, being, the beat up Mystery Mobile parked in front of the farmhouse.

"Pizza eh?" Trevor smiles. "Works for me."

Dillen flops over from overhead. "Pizza?" As he hangs a bit over the hayloft, rubbing at his eyes from a nap. "Someone say Pizza?"

Yi glances up. Gads, they just keep coming! Another unknown to her, she gazes at the Get cub curiously.

Dillen gives a big yawn and blinks some. "Hi. Promise I didn't hear a word until pizza." He grins.

Olga looks up at the rafters, craning her neck. "Oh," she says vaguely, "it's you. Hey, kid, welcome. Come on down, Jo's treating us."

Dillen nods some, he shifts into Crinos and flips out of the top, landing solidly on the ground and then shifting back to homid. "Cool." As he grins. "Emma taught me that."

Yi glances between Olga, Trevor, Joey and the new face's fancy flip. "You could probably do that without need for Crinos form." The newmoon looks at one of the support beams, and nods as if to affirm this to herself. "Hello," she greets the awakened Dillen.

Dillen grins a bit more. "Yeah, but it's cooler that way." He looks up to the hayloft. "And a sure thing that I won't get hurt. Hi, Dillen Francis, Skald of the Get of Fenris."

Olga passes Yi a bemused look while Joey quietly considers whether or not she wants to allow herself to be roped into paying for pizza. "Besides," the Theurge says to Yi, "he might hurt his little footsies." She takes a step back, and then turns curiously, remembering something: "The fuck's a Skald? Fenrisites always gotta have fancy names for things."

"Skald is what they call their Galliards." Trevor explains to Olga. "Norse for Bard, I believe."

Yi snickers softly at the word 'footsies'. "Yi-Ling, or Three-Blades, cliath Ragabash of Bone Gnawers." She pauses in thought. "Rotagar, no?"

Dillen nods to trevor. "That be me." He wrinkles is brow, "Rotagar?" Not knowing a lot of the terms... But he knows what he is.

Joey smiles at the new face, giving a wave. "Joey Copland, Ragabash of the Gnawers, cub myself, and yeah, apparently I am treating for pizza. I only got about $20 on me though."

Olga mutters something under her breath in which the phrase `fricking Skandinavians` features prominently, already moving to the door. She gives Joey a quick look, frowning. "You got more in your bag?" she asks her. "What the hell you been doing with all your money?"

Yi puts a finger to her chin. "The Get's word for one of a ragabash auspice, I believe." Joey's plight is noted, as she offers, "You won't have to take all of the burden. I'll help pay for pizza."

"And I'll chip in too." Trevor offers with a smile, shouldering his guitar case again. "And if you're really unlucky I'll sing, too." He winks.

Joey looks to Olga with a pout, "When was the last time you let me out to get some more money? It doesn't grow in my sock ya know! I have to earn it, then put it there." She huffs.

Dillen looks between everybody. "I don't have any money. I just leech of everybody else." He's not ashamed to say it.

Olga is less than impressed with Joey's pout, she tilts her head in a matronly way, and says to her "Joey Copland, don't you give me that look. You had, what, like, 50 bucks in there when I picked you up, eh? Where'd it all go? You been gamblin' with the other cubs, eh?" She starts towards the door without waiting for an answer, but then stops, grimacing again, but this time not at Joey. "He can't come with us," she says, jerking her head towards Dillen. "Not without 'is Elders' permission."

Dillen blinks. "I can't? They only said I couldn't be taught by others, excepts combat..." he's looking pissed now.

Yi glances back towards Dillen, nodding at Olga's note about Elders. "And the last person to want to face an angry Signe is me. But that doesn't mean we can't bring pizza back."

Joey frowns a bit at the revelation, "Well sucky, can we order it and bring it back, or that too long a drive?" She glances from Olga to boy cub.

"Yeah. And if we have the party here, my singing won't get us thrown out." Trevor replies with a chuckle, before more seriously. "Large groups of Garou don't do too well around humans anyway, maybe here would be better."

Dillen fishes down into his pocket and pulls out his stiletto, which opens with a *SNIkT* and the starts having target practice with a board, working off frustration.

Olga says conclusively "Three large pizzas to go it is, then." The barn doors swing open with a squeak, and she holds it nicely open with an exaggeratedly pert expression. "Back in a flash, Dill," she calls back in at the knife-throwing Fenrir.

Dillen looks to the door and nods as the knife goes THUNK into the wood.

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