12/9/2004

06:28 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Tersa's GM Room(#4146RJ)
As amorphous as thought itself.
Contents:
Trevor
Dakota
John (NPC)
Megan

Given the distance between St. Claire and their destination, a small town just over the Washington-Idaho border, Megan rounds together the three--Dakota, Yi, and Trevor--sometime around noon and loads them into the '98 Honda Civic she has appropriated from Rafe for the trip. The drive takes several hours with frequent stops, Megan buying snacks for everyone, and there is some harriedness come nightfall to navigate the backroads to find their destination. It's a good thing the moon is small.
Even in the confines of a car, the weather seems to preach the folly of heating by rewarding those without heavy jackets with a solid chill. The snow that the area received on Wednesday was still on the ground, covering everything with irregular lumps of white that persist even into the town. Howe can't exactly be called a town either: It's main stretch runs for about two or three blocks blocks, depending on how one counts it, and consists of the usual assortment of small shops that come to mind when one thinks 'quaint village'. The few people around and about openly glare at the car as it passes, as if the vehicle itself was the object of their eternal hatred returned to run their lives further into the ground. The town doesn't seem terribly welcoming at all.

It becomes apparent after driving not even a short while that everything takes on one or two casts: prime, pristine and almost quaint homes and shops, all dressed in a way that seems to shout 'Germanic' from the highest of hills. Most shop signs are labelled in both English and a German, or at least something vaguely German looking. The other extreme is dilapidation and disrepair, where small, clustered homes show their dire need for maintenance for all the world to see. In an odd twist, most of the rundown homes appear inhabited, whereas most of the more expensive homes haven't even been shovelled.

The address listed falls into the 'prim and proper' end of the spectrum, the low brown ranch looking almost idyllic from it's recess into the surrounding firs. A large sign hangs over the closed garage, proclaiming the place to be 'Howe Autoreparatur, Howe Auto-Repair.' Almost out of place, a large, permanent gas tank is built next to the garage, a smiley painted on it's end cap facing the road. The more observant would notice a steady tendril of steam and smoke from the rear of the garage, rising until it dissipates into nothing. A short path veers off of the driveway into the front door, the porch being nothing more then a concrete pad elevated off the ground.

Dakota has been hoarding a small stash of the snacks during this Garou roadtrip, despite having had a sizable lunch just before leaving. Once or twice she tried to start some good natured car songs, being the Coggie she is, but more often than not got caught up in a bag of carrots she brought along for a 'healthy munchie'. The town is taken in with interest as they drive through it with her nose nearly pressed to the window. "This the place?" She asks as she regards their destination.

Megan pulls up into the driveway and parks, killing the engine but, for the moment, not getting out of the car. She instead looks through the front windshield , ducking her head to get a better view of the house and the garage, examining it speculatively. "It's the word I got. Did anyone else notice something kind of odd about the place for coming to see a Fianna?"

The moon is small, but that just serves to be a catalyst for excitement that the Gnawer ragabash attempts at containing. Yi frequently counters with the noisy crunch of Ruffles, looking often out of all windows in the car the Entire Trip. Everything is examined until the curiosity wanes. Including the car. Once the destination is reached, she stares out the window closest to her at the surroundings. Her first comment is something of her native language, but afterwards she answers with a quiet, "Very fancy." An attempt is made to reduce the amount of corn oil and salt on her fingers - onto her pant leg.

Trevor has been quiet almost all of the trip, seemingly off in his own little world. Every so often he'd offer a story, but beyond that nothing. When Megan speaks, he seems to come alive and nods. "It seems rather more in the style of...our European cousins, Megan-Rhya."

You paged the room with 'It's a ranch house? Like... western cattle ranches with little farm houses out on the prairie type of thing?'.

John pages to the room: Ranch as in single level house, small, low roof, attached garage.

The windows of the house are lit. Someone is clearly home, at the moment. Otherwise, there is no sign of anyone.

Dakota sticks some of her snacks back into her small bookbag and leans between the front seats and towards the house. "Well...should we go ring the doorbell, or should one of us go and the rest follow after?"

"I was thinking the Norse ones," Megan comments at Trevor idlely, but then straightens up, apparently answering Dakota's question. "Does anyone have any questions before we do so? I still can't answer why, exactly, I had to come, but otherwise...now's the time."

Yi finally settles into a lick of her finger - a really quick one. "Mm. Is there anything we should not do or say, before going?"

Trevor nods to Megan, apparently that having been his meaning. "If you still can't answer that one then no, no questions here." His tone and attitude is respectful, but he seems more cautious of using -rhya now they're out of the car but not yet in the house.

Dakota sits back in her seat and listens to see what Megan has to say regarding her packmate's question.

"Just..." Megan begins, then grins, looking over to all three passengers with a wry smile. "Try to make a good impression. I'm hoping to get something out of him that may be of at least some small benefit to the welfare of the Sept." And at that, she does reach for the door to open it and climb out of the vehicle into the frosty nighttime air.

Yi's sneaker crunches on the remaining snow, and she looks down as she gets out. There is some evidence of her wariness of the frozen flakes, but she eases out of the Civic and nods once to Megan, eyes scanning about as far as her vision will allow in the dark. The chip bag is carefully folded after, and set upon the seat in the car before she closes the door.

Joining those outside the car, Trevor begins to go through a ritual of straightening all his clothes. He brushes at dust and lint that isn't there, and fusses with his hair.

Megan heads up to the front porch, and the others with her might be surprised to see the normally self-confident Megan squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath before ringing the doorbell, if there is one, or knocking on the door if not.

Dakota is the last out of the car after stowing her bag on the floor of the car. She follows quietly after her Alpha a few steps behind but remains just off the porch, close enough to be supporting but not close enough to crowd the door.

Yi flanks Dakota as the group proceeds to the doorway, and when they stop, she fidgets briefly before settling her hands. "Should we have brought a gift?" she wonders aloud softly.

After the singsong ring of the doorbell, footfall can be heard inside, followed by a lock on the door itself. The door is pulled as far open as it goes before a chain stops it. Half a face looks to see who's calling, the door shutting a moment after before anyone has a chance to say so much as a how-do-you-do.

Trevor, having finished his mini-beauty routine, takes Dakota's other side in front of the porch. He seems a little surprised when the door shuts to abruptly, but dosn't comment.

Megan's eyebrow goes up--which may not be visible in the darkness if the porch light's not on--and there is a moment where those who might catch sight of her face might notice her irritation, before she steadfastly reaches out to ring the doorbell once more.

Pack> Megan emotes irritation through the pack link.

Dakota looks on patiently as she squints at the door, her thumbs hooked into the slits of her pockets. One corner of her mouth pulls back slightly but that's as far as she goes to agree with Megan's annoyance.

Yi makes a habitual start to bow her head, but the door gets shut. This... is not unlike things she's experienced before really. The ragabash glances sidelong to the Alpha back, and sighs softly.

A minute or there about of door wrangling occurs, the chain finally sliding off to open the door. On the other side is a rather burley and middle aged man, arms crossing as soon as he lets go of the door. He glances across the group, eyes falling on Yi for more then her fair share of glancing time, before he looks to Megan at the door. "Can I help 'ya?" He asks, voice deep and rather rough. A fine singer he would never be.

[look John]
A giant of a man, John Doyle is not a weak man, even now in his forties. The man stands roughly 6 feet tall, but it's massive build that seems to make him to be much taller then he actually is. His lengthy hair is a dirty red, almost auburn colour, and hangs down to his jaw when it's not slicked back. He between the knotted muscles lurking under his skin, the array of calluses on his hands and the plethora small burns and scars all over, one can get the impression that the man works almost exclusively with his hands. His features are defined to the point of being chiselled, giving him what many would consider a fairly attractive build. His jeans probably are around five or six years old, and his blue overshirt bears similar signs of previous wear.

"Megan O'Brien," Megan says by way of introduction. "This is Trevor Argyle, Dakota Winters, and Yi-Ling Song," she indicates each in turn with a glance to them while doing so, before turning back to the man. "I wrote you last week asking about coming up to speak with you?" she says, voice rising at the end in prompt.

Yi glances back to the door when it actually opens, and when she's eyed some more, doesn't particularly hesitate to gaze back. The Gnawer, when introduced, does bow her head once in silent greeting.

Dakota tilts her head in a brief, but respectful nod to the imposing man as she's introduced. Beyond that, she's quiet.

Trevor inclines his head in a gresture of respect when his name is mentioned, but is otherwise still and silent.

John's brow raises for a moment, holding his head still before he gives a nod or two in agreement. "Ah. That ya' did." He agrees glancing behind him as if to make sure the house was still ship-shape before making a sweeping gesture. "Come on in. 've been expecting ya." Yi is definitly getting more then her quota of glances.

Pack> Yi, perhaps due to the moon, or perhaps because of other things, leaks a smidgeon of stiffness and annoyment. Something about the man doesn't settle with her.

The home looks more like a bachelor's pad on the inside, smelling of Windex and some off odour that can't quite be identified readily. The house is divided up into two areas: a main living area that functions as the home's commons, and a series of doors off to the right that lead to presumably to some bedrooms and a bathroom. On the other wall are doors that presumably lead to the garage. The entire living room area is wood panelled, with a old couch and a coffee table facing a TV stacked high with half-labelled VHS cassettes. A small table makes up the dining area, with a beige fridge and matching stove apparently serving as the kitchen. A large, solid pool table sits back opposite the couch, looking to be the most expensive thing in the whole house. Less expected are two shotguns inside: one sitting just behind the door, the other mounted on the far wall. Both have shells ready in the shoulder strap. Portions of the room are embellished with wrought iron works: a screen and tools for the fireplace, a decorative sword, some candle stick holders that don't look like they've seen a candlestick in their life.

Megan follows after the man and, while waiting for everyone else to file in, asks, "Is it safe to speak freely in here?"

Dakota steps in after pausing to check and make sure her shoes aren't too dirty. It's rude to track dirt into someone's home, of which is given a careful, curious looking over as she stands inside and off to the side of the door.

Yi eyes the man right back every time, stepping in last after Dakota and with eyes scanning the rooms some more. Were it not for the slightest bit of tension radiating from her now, she would really just be admiring the decor as much as one could. It's as foreign to her as she is to some people.

Trevor steps inside very carefully, every movement calculated and measured. While he looks around at the decor and furnishings, his face might as well be made of stone for all it tells. Megan, at least, will likely be familiar with the Galliard's poker face.

John shuts door the moment after Yi is through, sliding the chain back into place before twisting the deadbolt back into place with a solid sounding noise. "Oh yeah. Safe as it can be, anyhow." He answers Megan, rubbing his hands and bobbing his head in agreement. "So." He starts. "New faces, nice to see you all... Hows about a round of who's who." He seems unsurprisingly causal in his own home, turning most of his focus to Megan.

Megan's chin lifts, her posture that of respectfulness of someone else's turf, but confidence that she is not so beneath him that she can be discounted entirely, while she goes into her abbreviated formal introduction. "Megan Kaftan O'Brien, called Firewatcher and also Keeps-Her-Patience in the Sept of the Fens. Adren Philodox of the Fianna, Alpha of the Sept of the Hidden Walk and the pack, Resonance, who follows Stag, honorably mated wife of Rafael O'Brien, originally of Dublin, mother of Maire Caitlin, a Fianna Kinfolk, daughter of Cedric Kaftan, Fostern ragabash of the Sept of the Fens, and great-granddaughter of Ian McDiarmuid, Elder Philodox and first Alpha of the Sept of the Fens. Killer in single combat of the Dark One, Clotho, fought against the Great Bane, called the Ice King, and the mage, Saul ben Isaac, who threatened to sap the Caern dry, and the battle of Hanford, when the Sept of the Last Days was first reclaimed and re-dedicated to Gaia. I gained my rank through Su, Fostern ragabash of the Silent Striders at the Sept of the Hidden Walk, and Dennis Chart, Adren Glass Walker of the Sept of the Fens."

Yi invisibly nods at the beginning of Megan's introduction like it's usual. And then it keeps going. And going. And just when the ragabash is starting to imagine a drum and pink fur on the Fianna philodox, the introduction finishes. She clears her throat with a hand raised to her mouth, looking at the others as well.

Dakota lets there be a pause after she adds in her own introduction, which though formally states, is much shorter. "I am Dakota Winters, named Heals-the-Rifts, Cliath Theurge of the Children of Gaia, cousin to Alicia Guards-the-Flame the Elder of my tribe in the Sept of the Hidden Walk. I am the spirit speaker of Resonance, previously Beta of my tribe, and I am assistant caretaker of the sept's cubs honorably mated to Jeremy Winters of the Glass Walker kinfolk." She says the name of her husband with pride despite his tribal affiliation, but there is just the faintest lapse in her otherwise solid tone at the Beta part.

Trevor comes to attention as he delivers his own introduction. "I am Trevor Argyle, called Sings-To-Spirits. Cliath Galliard of the Fianna. Master of the Rite of the Sept of the Hidden Walk, Caretaker of the Escrowe Farm and the Sept's cubs that reside there. Alpha of the Crescent Wing pack under Merlin." His own introduction is fairly abbreviated, the Galliard only going back two generations of ancestors before he stops.

Yi bows her head again slightly as Trevor finishes his introduction, deeming it her place to bring up a sort of rear guard on this hotwinded endeavor with a clip of her own. "And I am Song Yi-Ling," she begins, placing last name first out of habit and tradition, "also called Three-Blades, a cliath ragabash of the Bone Gnawers. I am family from Hong Kong in the Sept of Rat's Tail, lead by Grandmother Rui, halfmoon and known as Watches-From-Above, and Uncle Lau, Drives-Hard-Bargain. I have been here in the lands of the Sunset People for 4 years, defending the Caern of the Hidden Walk." She pauses, seeming to be done, until she adds in, "If you really want to know what I have done and been through in my time here, I will be glad to tell you after the business we have come here for is finished."

John almost rears back at Megan's introduction, clearing expecting something a little shorter and a little less formal from her. The others don't get as much of a rise from him, save for Dakota at the mention of the Glass Walker Husband. Finally, once they're all done, he launches into his as he starts for the kitchen area. "Jonathan Doyle. 've been Grinds-the-Rail lately, but whatever you want to call me, 've probably heard it before. John is fine. Adren Fianna and Philodox. Child of Winter Wolf. Both a Doyle and a Cavanaugh, not so much a Cavanaugh, 'n grandson of Patrick Doyle. Elder of all the Fianna 'ere at Sept of the Two stumps for the last god knows how long... and frankly god don't want to know. I'd list off the Fomor and things that I've squashed that tried to take our Caern, but I hadn't thought to stop and ask them their name in the past, though maybe I could pick up the habit. Oh! There was Ragnor, but 'e was more of a Sept Effort then anything... 'n a couple others come to mind now that I think about it, but 'on't bore you with the details. Not mated. Won't be. Freeing up the kin for those who can make 'lill old kin still." The last is offered in a sort of tongue and cheek way, but a brief face he makes shows that there's some hard feelings behind that. He waves to the couch and the kitchen seats, leaning against the fridge. "Make yourself at home. 'f you want anything from the fridge, I got bud and coke and not much of else."

Megan, at Yi's introduction, gives her a lifted eyebrow and a long stare of some surprise, but then absorbs John's introduction with a nod at the end. "Beer is fine," she says pleasently, then quirks the eyebrow again to add, "And since I've noticed your interest in Yi, I will add what she failed to--she's my packmate, and a child of Stag as well." She remains standing, but gestures at the others to be seated.

Trevor listens to John's introduction, seeming impressed as is proper. When Megan gestures for them to sit, he does so. His posture is very upright, not settling into the chair but more perching in it.

Yi glances back again to Megan when John is done introducing himself, and the philodox's note. The ragabash realizes the missing bit two tics after, and swallows down a short note of embarrassment before dropping a hand down into her jacket pocket and glancing to one of the seats. "Yes, my apologies. In the interest of ... time and interest, I thought it would be better ..." She fades off, simply bowing her head again to Megan and John before retreating to a seat on the couch nearby.

John opens up the fridge, pulling out a few cans, not bottles, of beer and stacking them in the crook of his arm. "Nah! No biggie... 'ought she was Uktena or somethin'." He explains vaguely to Yi, kicking the fridge closed behind him. He looks like he's about to toss them to the people, but thinks better and goes about, settling one in front of each of them before stopping off by the wall that divides the rooms from the commons. "Stag pack visiting a Fianna in a Stag sept. Don't get much more Stagy then that." He observes with a chuckle, popping open the tab of his own. "So... what brings you all away from the Wheel?"

Megan accepts the can of beer with a gracious nod, popping it open expertly and taking a sip, before a slight sigh escapes her. "The Hidden Walk, now, it hasn't been the Wheel Renewed for, well, a long time, and the Wheel even longer ago than that. What brings me up here is a matter I need to discuss with you, which honor requires be private," she throws an apologetic look at the three who came with her, adding, "They came with me both to keep me company on the drive and as an honor to you, John-yuf." She cracks a smile. "We don't frequently get to visit other Septs, it's almost like a field trip."

Yi stews. At least, until the Uktena comment is mentioned, and then she looks up, brow arching. When the can of beer is set in front of her and she looks up, uttering a quiet thank you, and reaches over to definitely crack that alcohol open.

Inclining his head in gratitude for the beer, Trevor opens it and sips while he listens to his Alpha speak. The comment about the field trip earns a small smile from the Galliard.

Dakota politely shakes her head in regards to the beer and settles in to listen from where she sits.

The Beer gets set in front of Dakota regardless, as if deep down inside they all know she really wants one. The comment about the private issue causes a vaguely concerned look to cross his face, but he clears it up fast enough, regarding them all once again. John arches a brow, starting to smirk. "Field trip, huh? I think you took a wrong turn if ya were looking for the museum. Roughly a state away, in fact." He snorts a laugh at his own joke, gesturing at Megan. "So what of the big old 'Hidden Walk,' then?"

Megan throws another apologetic look at her companions, then looks back to Doyle. "Is there somewhere else we can talk in private?"

Yi at this small point after the bits of conversation, has taken in a good portion of the beer in the can. Trust a Fianna to at least have something better than what she can afford. Quickly wiping off a drip, she looks back at Megan. Some conflict of interest arises in her expression, muddled by the aftertaste of alcohol.

John's light hearted look evaporates again, favouring Megan with an odd look. "Yeah. Sure. The Workshop." He deadpans, pushing off the wall and heading of the opposite. "This way." He instructs, setting the beer down on the counter as he passes.

Dakota watches the two Fianna heads off and glances first to Yi and then to Trevor before settling her eyes on her unopened can of booze.

Megan lifts her chin with a look back at the three, glance lingering on Dakota and Yi, before following after Doyle, taking a long drink from the can of beer as she goes.

"So..." Trevor glances between the other two, casting around for a topic of conversation. "Anybody got any interesting stories?"

Yi narrows an eye as the two head off, and then does the whole looking at the others thoughtfully. "'One time, at band camp,'" she starts to say, quoting some random movie before thinking twice about it and looking down upon her personage. "Well... to be honest, I am more curious to know what those two are talking about." Another sip of the beer later, the Gnawer gazes after the direction Megan and John had headed. "Any ideas?"

Dakota shakes her head to Trevor's question but Yi's gets a slightly strange look. Perhaps true to her mystic nature, though, the Theurge keeps quiet and picks up the can of beer, holding it out to the two. "Either of you want it? I shouldn't drink any."

"Not our business." Trevor replies to Yi. "We'll know when we need to, if we need to." He shakes his head to Dakota's offer. "No thanks."

Yi gives her can a small shake to test out the contents inside, and then nods over at Dakota, hand coming out to take the offered beer. "Maybe," she replies to Trevor, "but I would rather not like to think that we have been driven all the way out here just to be... trip companions."

"And support." Dakota says on the end of Yi's words. "This isn't just a casual trip to visit."

Trevor shakes his head. "We're honor guard. We're here to show that the Sept respects and honors John-rhya as is his due." He seems to have done this before.

Yi relents at the face of two, and nods slowly. The Gnawer looks back to her first beer and tips it back to finish it with a short puff of air afterwards. "I wonder why he had thought I was Uktena. I don't look anything like Reggie."

"I don't think many do." Dakota says gently in regards to the lone Uktena. "I'm suprised no one's ever taken me for a Fury in my wolf form. I look like I should be one."

Trevor stays silent, since his breeding makes it impossible for him to be mistaken as something other than what he is, he dosn't have anything to add.

Yi slowly slides her eyes back towards the direction of the Workshop, apparently still not distracted enough from the curiosity that gnaws at her. Slowly she stands, empty can set down beside the unopened one, and starts to head in that direction.

Pack> Megan gives you guys something to play with. Mild surprise, and a sense of caution.

"That... None of your damn business..." John's voice raises loud enough to be heard momentarily in the other room, none so pleased sounding.

Dakota gives her packmate a distinct, warning stare that seems to carry some other weight behind it, but then even her eyes settle on the door shielding the Adrens from sight and she goes a bit tense.

Trevor glares at Yi in a manner that commands she return to her seat. He seems about to say something when the voice carries through, and he frowns.

Pack> Megan emotes a spurt of irritation, that she clamps down on, followed by something akin to calm.

Yi receives both stares with a pause. Her mouth opens shortly to explain her action, and she is interrupted with the sound of John's raised voice and.. something else. A shake of her head later to clear it of some thing, the Gnawer gives the other two another look and with lips drawing tight, she continues forward with more purpose. But, also, with stealth.

Pack> Dakota radiates a restrained suspicion and a bit of warning, but nothing demanding alarm.

Dakota gives a quick glance towards Trevor and then back to Yi, mouth tilting down into a frown that displays the tension in her jaws, half worry and half irritation. "...Yi!..." She whispers, trying to get her back to her seat.

"Yi. Come back here now." Trevor whispers urgently, beginning to stand in case he needs to get physical with the Ragabash.

Yi looks back again, teeth grit as she stops again in her pursuit. Turning around, the ragabash gives the other two a look of 'it's alright'. Tapping her chin once, the Gnawer gets an idea, and checks around for any windows that are open.

"No!" Hisses the Theurge more urgently but keeping her rump remaining firmly in her seat, like if she got up an alarm might go off saying all the visitors were wandering.

"Yi...." Trevor growls under his breath, unwilling to leave the vicinity of his seat for some reason.

Upon seeing that the windows are closed, with blinds shut, Yi spares a look back at the two protestors, trying to give them some modicum of reassurance that she won't be caught. Really. Then, she begins a shift through the forms, growing up into crinos first (that may be cause for worry) and finally shrinking back down into lupus.

The floor creaks in protest under Yi's temporary weight, clearly not happy about that in the least. Perhaps Yi needs to go on a crinos diet?

Dakota's eyes go a bit wide as her packmate changes and she lets loose a small explicit under her breath. "...oh for fuck's...get back here!" She hisses in demand, fingers tightening on the couch arm.

"Yi, don't make me hurt you." Trevor growls, clearly getting a little angry.

[John pages: From afar, Megan's jaw sets, and her own stubborn streak becomes apparent. "Maybe he is, and maybe he's not. But, you can't treat him like a cub anymore, Doyle. He's a cliath, an adult Garou. And you're a philodox, and you're not being fair to him," she reminds the older Adren. "Isn't it time you let him decide for himself? Joshua is *lost*, Doyle. I think he needs to find his father to help find himself. Give him that opportunity. Let him decide for himself."]

Pack> Dakota is probably giving off a dose of alarm now.

Three-Blades swivels her ears towards the door regardless of the warnings the other two Garou have given. Only for a few seconds. Only. And then, with an uncontained expression of disturbance, the ragabash flattens her ears and is quickly on her way shifting back to her birthform.

Dakota gives a rough sigh and shakes her head, the frown on her face displaying a look of 'well, it's your butt' with a hearty dose of irritation.

Pack> Megan shoots a query through the link after Dakota's.

Pack> Dakota does a quick emotional shutting up and settles to a subdued, if not slightly forced, calm.

Yi winces with the sound of creaking wood underneath her weight, but once she's returned to the homid, reverses her direction of travel. She eventually looks back to Dakota and Trevor with not half the confidence she had had before, and slides back into her seat on the couch. The ragabash reaches for the other can of beer.

Pack> Yi's link is, to note, quieted.

"Want to tell me what that little stunt was all about?" Trevor hisses angrily, staring daggers at Yi. Apparently he's decided that he is dominant to the two others.
Dakota gives Yi a sideways look, anger seeping faintly through the calm she's forced back onto her face.

Yi cracks open the can, taking a long draught before lowering it and nursing the cold one. With a breath out, she replies to Trevor without looking at him or Dakota, "None of our business." Sting.

Trevor's hands ball into fists, and he's clearly struggling to control his anger. "Don't cheek me." He growls at Yi.

Dakota folds her arms across her chest and mutters, "I already have an idea." It's nearly all under her breath as her eyes are diverted from both older Garou.

Yi snaps her eyes up from the can, suddenly deadly serious as she meets Trevor's gaze. "I found out what was being talked about, and that is it," she whispers in a quieted hiss.

Pack> Yi suddenly radiates a cold, metallic sort of rage in her mind that can be felt through the link.

Pack> Megan starts bleeding through rising irritation bordering on muted anger as well. Whee.

"And you thought you had the right to do that?" Trevor replies, staring back at Yi angrily. "We were told, by Megan-Rhya, we could not know." He's clearly resisting the temptation to ask, though.

Pack> Alicia senses waves of concern from back home and appears curious.

Dakota jerks her gaze back to the two ad says, quiet but firm. "Please! Let's wait to argue until we're outside of our host's home. We're being rude enough as it is without starting a full fight. What done is done. Let's not do more damage."

Yi takes a very sharp inhalation of breath, gaze leveled at Trevor for a moment longer before Dakota's voice and insistence pulls her back out. The ragabash squares her jaw again, looking away back to her packmate briefly with that same blade-like sharp glare that dissipates after another second. "I will be... outside," she says then with a stand up from the couch and a look to the door.

Trevor just falls silent, anger radiating off him.

Pack> Yi's little dagger of rage melts off to a shortly mellowed off, or rather, restrained, put down. It's the new moon after all. It's hard for her to control herself.

Dakota just shakes her head, frowns, and settles herself firmly into her seat to wait with what patience remains.

Yi stalks over to the door, but doesn't quite yet open it. Instead she just stands there, watching the paint crack. Then, quietly, forcibly, she looks back to Dakota and Trevor with a definite apology in her expression and sighs, gaze dropping to the wooden floor.

Trevor sighs, and indicates that Yi should return to her seat. "Curiosity is no sin." He murmurs. "But Megan-Rhya is our Alpha. Come, sit."

Pack> Megan emotes a sharp flare of surprise, which settles down to a sense of cold calculation.

Dakota looks up to Yi briefly and sighs, but doesn't say anything and turns to gaze at the closed door.

Yi slides a hand up to her neck, finger tracing the scar long since burned into it and makes her way back to the couch. Dejectedly, the ragabash slides down to a sit, but with a quick glance up to the Workshop area again. Asian curse muttered after, she looks to Dakota and Trevor. "Curiosity leads to trouble," she says quietly to Trevor.

"Yes, it does. Killed the cat and all that." Trevor agrees softly. "Still, we just about averted trouble this time." He glances between Dakota and Yi. "Still, don't relax. Be ready, just in case."

"...should have drank the beer." Dakota mutters half-heartedly and glances over to the other two. "How long did it take us to get here, anyway?"

Yi shakes her head slightly, not being able to answer Dakota and glancing to the half-drunken second beer that she'd started on. "Not sure," she says softly. "But I think this will be... hard to take back." What that is, exactly, the Gnawer doesn't say.

Trevor glances to Yi then, frowning in thought. Dakota's question is ignored, as he asks "We're not just an honor guard, are we?"

Yi can only remain silent at the query. She looks back to the Workshop door, tongue wetting her lip. "Maybe we are supposed to be witnesses."

"Witnesses." Trevor sighs. "But to what?"

Dakota seems to have resolved to keep her silence at this point, eyes still fixed on the door with a distinctly vacant expression, like she were looking someplace else.

Pack> Megan sends a sharp, hot flare of triumph through the link, burning itself to ash almost as quickly as it was there.

Yi would answer, but something strikes her inside and she glances from Trevor back to the door, and then quickly grabs the second beer can from before.

Trevor grabs his own beer can, and resumes his earlier posture.

Dakota isn't moving, lost in her own little world like she's sometimes prone to.

Yi holds onto the can, eyeing the door carefully, sort of waiting for it to open and yet expecting it not to. Nevertheless, she lifts the can to her lips and takes another drink out of it. Her gaze shifts as she drinks, spying on Trevor and Dakota out of the corner of her eye.

Trevor closes his eyes, breathing deeply.

John comes out of the work shop, his face stone-set and that good natured air about him completely gone. He glances around at the gathered, gaze once more lingering on Yi before he gathers his bud off the table. "Anything else?" He asks, to the point.

Megan follows along after John, and Trevor would be proud to see her expression so impassive, not giving much away. She passes by John to enter the loose semi-circle of Septmates, before turning to shake her head, "Unless they have something further to add, just my best regards to the Sept and the Fianna here. It was an honor to meet you and be allowed to speak with you."

Yi glances up, halfway between swallowing down a last gulp of the beer in hand to see John looking at her. She nearly chokes but manages to catch herself before doing so.

Dakota blinks slowly and refocuses as the two come out of the room. Seems buisness is over. Still as silent as a mute, the Child of Gaia shakes her head in response to Megan's words and stands up from her seat.

Trevor opens his eyes to see John there, and manages not to look surprised. He merely stands to join Megan, indicating he has nothing else to say.

John downs the last of the beer in gulps ala-horse, setting the can down on the counter with a satisfying metallic 'clunk' before he lifts his chin a couple degrees. "Yes. I do. Be blunt here: We have too few to guard a Caern now. I need the people. My sept needs the people. If you have idle hands... or packs... that need something to do..." And this appears to kill him, requiring the Philodox take a deep breath and quickly exhale it to work himself up: "... We need the help."

Yi finishes off the beer and gathers the two cans up as she too, stands. "Only wanted to add a thank you... for your hospitality," she manages after John drinks the beer, but before he asks for help. Then after the forced request, she glances to Megan, not wanting to just outright say.

Megan grimaces, but then pulls in a deep breath. "We've only recently, in the last few years, recovered our own Caern from the Dark Ones. And with Gaia's Tears fallen...but there may be one, who might be willing to come for a short time, or in great need. Scourge. They follow Wyvern. They are, however," and her expression darkens, tone flattening, "all Get of Fenris?"

Dakota looks between the two Adren as they talk, her hands slipping into her pockets as she shifts her weight while standing.

Yi, as if very glad to be off the odd subject of finding out what was going on in that Workshop, swallows some invisible stone in her throat and again finds her voice. However, it is a bit more muted. "There is also a new pack forming," she says to Megan but audible to all. "Joey's going to be in it. The Garou are young, but, they mean well I think. It is to be a war pack, last I heard."

"Crescent Wing, I'm afraid, is not a war pack." Trevor replies, speaking on behalf of his own pack. "We deal in spiritual matters."

Megan looks over at Yi, and shoots her a dark look now, shaking her head, before turning back to John and nodding soberly. "I would be more than happy to." She digs into a pocket, pulling out a pad of paper and a pencil, scribbling something done on it and tearing off the sheet to hand to John. "My home phone. I ask that you not distribute it too much outside the tribe, but you should feel free to call me. My husband, Rafe, might answer. He is, of course, Kinfolk, and you should feel free to speak to him about anything. We won't take up anymore of your time, sir. Thank you for seeing us."

"Yes." John agrees darkly. "I heard about Gaia's Tears, and all that. But you have more then us. By a lot. And I'd wager they aren't all guardians." He shakes his head, cutting off that line of though. "Anyhow. How about you and me discuss this later, Ms. O'Brien. Some other day."

Yi's hands seem to grip the cans she holds just that much tighter with the look passed to her from the Alpha. She drops her gaze and shuts up, not even clearing her throat.

Pack> Megan also shoots a sense of warning through the pack link along with the look at Yi.

Dakota dips her head once more to John in a gesture of respect and shifts so she can follow Megan to the door when she chooses to leave.

John takes the phone number, scanning over it once before he looks up. "Right." He agrees. He opens his mouth with some manner of pleasantry starting to come out, but instead he closes it, nodding again. Whatever they talked about in the room, it put him in a none so chipper mood...

Yi seems to make a mental note about something as her hands slowly lower and let go of the cans, lightly setting each on the table. The newmoon spares a small glance up at the others quickly, but then directs her gaze elsewhere.

"We'll see ourselves out," Megan offers breezily, then heads towards the door, with a final respectful dip of the chin to John before she passes through.

Trevor is quick to follow Megan out, giving John a nod of respect as he does.

John nods at Megan's suggestion, this time forcing a pleasantry out. "Pleasure meeting all of you. Hope to talk to you soon, Mrs. O'Brien." He starts over to the door, holding it open as the assorted Garou From the Hidden walk file through it.

Yi once more assumes a sort of rear guard when the Hidden Walk Garou file out. As she steps out, the Gnawer spares a momentary glance back at the Fianna Alpha of the Other Sept, and then quickly makes her way after the others lest a secret fear of being left behind comes true.

Dakota tails after Megan and heads for the car, looking glad to see it in fact.

John closes the door after them all, the bolts and chains sliding back in as soon as they're gone. Soon after, the lights flip out in the house, except for one in the garage.

Megan is silent as she heads back to the car, snow crunching under her boots, and it's a sign of the car's age that she has to use the key to unlock the doors. She is still silent as she and the others climb in, only letting out a pent-up sigh of reaction after all the doors are closed, and just before she turns over the engine, letting it come to life. She stays parked there, letting the engine warm, while letting her head fall back against the headrest behind her. "So, what the hell happened in there, Dakota," she more states than asks with a note of tiredness.

Yi slides into the backseat where she had been for the trip over, remaining silent as she avoids looking into the rearview mirror. The Gnawer hunts into the bag of chips again, perhaps too noisily.

Trevor closes his eyes once he's claimed his seat from earlier. He looks like he's meditating, except he's not.

Dakota sits herself back again against the rear window and buckles herself in, hunkering down slightly as Megan questions her like the halfmoon's words were particularly heavy. "Bit of a dispute." She says, not looking at Yi, but instead raising her eyes to look at Megan. "Curiosity got the better of the Garou." She says in a vaguely cryptic manner and looks down again, but not before casting her eyes towards Yi.

Megan is, fortunately, not looking in the rearview mirror while the non-verbal exchange takes place, so misses the glance, but says with irritation, "Was it settled?"

Yi still remains quiet, save for the inevitably grating noise of chip-crunching.

Trevor is still pretend to meditate. Hooray for eye-lid movies.

"Yes." Replies Dakota. "Safely and quietly." And then she's looking out the window towards the scenery.

"I still can't talk about it," Megan offers without being asked. "At least not specifics. But, the good news is, I got what I came for. Resonance, at least, is likely to have some more work to do." She slides her glance over to Trevor briefly, although she is careful about the snowy roads, showing a familiarity with driving on them. "I appreciate that you came, Trevor, just in case."

"It was an honor to be asked, Megan-Rhya." Trevor replies, incling his head.

Yi wets her lips again, tasting salt and vegetable oil as the car pulls out onto the roads. Rather than ask a question that comes to mind, though, she turns, buckles her seatbelt, and prepares herself for a long, silent journey back to Washington.

"I'll do what I can to help, Megan." Dakota says with a strangly sympathetic tone to her voice, but then she's quiet again. This time, she's not going to try and convince the car to sing on the way back.