2/20/2004
02:57 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waxing No Moon phase (0% full).
It is currently 14:47 Pacific Time on Fri Feb 20 2004.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 46 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.15 and falling, and the relative humidity is 79 percent. The dewpoint is 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius.)
Harbor Park -- The Meadow(#194RJ)
One of the last bastions of green left in the city, mottled and withered grass and weeds covers the earth like a badly stained carpet, with the construction work turning what is left into just bare dirt. The vegetation seems marginally healthier the further it is from the river and much healthier towards the central area of the park around the fountain. Construction work is ongoing here: a raised earthen berm about five feet tall is being built all around the park perimeter, with two breaks each at the Bridge Street entrance and the First Street end. Wooden posts are being erected at regular intervals all along the earthen wall, while tasteful iron gates and fences are being added at the entrances. Overpowering the scent of living vegetation are the exhaust fumes from a busy street to the west and an unpleasant stench from the Columbia River to the east. From the street view or river view, the park is now isolated, as if it existed apart from the city. People in tall buildings have an excellent view of any goings-ons for now, though. In the center of the park, a small glade of six tall trees and a flower bed surrounds the fountain.
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.
Contents:
Jamethon
GMCutter
Obvious exits:
Bridge Street Fountain First Street River
Yi sits towards the middle of the park's meadow, a folded sheet set before her as she kneels in a sort of meditation. The stone atop the sheet, a polished obsidian tied with string, lies upon it. In her lap, though, is one's average everyday phone book. It's opened up to the M's, and she's scanning it for one name.
Jamethon sits off to the side, a decent distance away throwing bread crumbs to the birds.
Yi hms to herself as she reads this name and address. The page is torn from the book and set aside, and then she concentrates upon the stone before her. Taking it gently into her hand, she looks as if to contemplate her reflection or pray to the rock, her lips moving in quiet whisper as she 'speaks' to the spirit within the chosen Questing Stone. Her mind focuses on the information she has. Her target is Nathan Mehl, a fomor. "Please find this one for me." The rite goes on, quiet and unobtrusive.
Jamethon pages: Hopefully he goes to work or something. We can open seal, break in, see about getting the fetish while he isn't home... and wait for him to return to his death. This is all being hopeful mind you. Open seal will be useful one way or another.
The stone tugs gently in her palm, as if impatient to begin, as the breeze skirls suddenly and capriciously through the meadow.
Yi understands the stone's tug, and with a graceful rise she gets up, pausing only to adjust her clothing, replace the book and towel into a shoulderbag, and fold the torn phone book page into a pocket. She glances back to the Get once, before starting to move off on her own. Surely the theurge will follow, but now is her time to work. She follows the stone's pull.
Jamethon peeks over his shoulder as motion catches his senses and soon after throwing a few more handfuls of crumbs, ammo for the birds to release on rich people's cars later in the day, turns to head after the Yi.
The target does not appear to be moving, leading the pair to the north and east, easily followed into the parking lot of Hilliard Hospital.
As the two get near to the hospital, James approaches and whistles for Yi, turning to head the other way.
Yi stops at the parking lot of the hospital, having followed the stone's pull all the way to the edge of the known blight. She looks up at the stark building from afar, turning at the whistle and placing the stone into her pocket with a quiet whispered prayer of thanks to the searching spirit. Clearing her throat softly, she heads off, supposedly in the direction of said whistle.
Medical Center, Near the Waterfront
From Riverfront Drive to Beaugregory Boulevard, the Hilliard Memorial Hospital rises, a massive building surrounded by well-tended lawns and tall trees. The Hospital spreads northwards to Hospital Drive itself; across Silver and Beaugregory from the hospital proper are research buildings and office buildings: billing offices, small medical libraries, and the rooms with classrooms and laboratories for medical students to learn and experiment. Along Riverfront, on its eastern side, food vendors have set up small stands which receive a brisk business in the noon hours, shaded under the trees lining the street. North of Hospital Drive, the administrative buildings continue, spreading another block or so north to I-90, which slashes across the city streets in an abrupt divider.
Contents:
GMCutter
Obvious exits:
St. Claire Zoo Denny's Hilliard Memorial Hospital Parking Garage Emergency Room J. Walter Wilson Labs Ramp to Interstate South North West
Jamethon walks up to the pavement to the glass double doors to the west of Riverfront Drive. Pulling on one of the doors, he steps inside. The door shuts softly behind him.
Yi soon meets up with Jamethon, glancing back behind her to the hospital. She sighs quietly at the building. As soon as she's within a low conversational earshot, the Gnawer pulls up. "The stone pulls towards the hospital, but I also have his home's address."
Jamethon thinks on this for a moment then offers, "We may not survive an encounter here if we don't know just where we are heading. We check his house out first. See what we can find out there."
Yi nods to this, considering their chances alone in the hospital. "Of course, we know that things are -never- this easy, right?" she says softly, pushing off in a direction headed towards said Ellicott Street. Self-consciously she adjusts her shoulderbag again, assuming in her expression a look of a student.
About a half dozen blocks back toward the river, a large dull grey box of apartments looms up over the street.
Along the way the duo stops at a grocery to pick up some food, just some bread and crackers and other light non-refrigerated items. About two bag worth. When the two come up to the door of the appartment, Yi hands James her bag which he takes in his other hand while she... unlocks... the door.
Yi gets along until they reach the address appointed. Groceries aside, the Gnawer ragabash gazes at the apartment complex. Depending on the type of security, she could have a hard time or an easy time in her breaking and entering.
The front door is code-locked, and a security camera watches quietly. But there does not appear to be a human guard.
What she wouldn't give for that gift that messes up technology. Yi peers at the coded keypad, then at the door. Well, better than nothing. She sets her hand on the knob and concentrates on her gift. Maybe it'll work, maybe it won't.
Jamethon stands out of the way of the camera for now, moving around to the otherside of the door from around the way where the camera can't see. He empties the contents of one bag into the other. He then looks around to make sure no one is in the area, or at the very least paying attention to them.
The mechanism whirs. The light flashes red. There's a quiet 'beep'. The light flashes red. Another beep. Another whir. And the light flashes green.
Yi gives the knob a turn, a bit of a push, and here's hoping that door is well oiled.
Should the door open, James comes in from off camera to follow in Yi, who appears on the camera to be nice enough to allow the large man in behind her with a smile.
The door swings open, leading into a well lit corridor, with a lift going to the upper floors. The first door appears to be a maintenance closet, the second a stair case.
Yi steps in unassumingly, pausing in her walk to see the mailboxes. If he's listed in the phonebook, likely he's listed on the boxes, no?
Jamethon moves on past Yi inside, going over to the stairway with unassuming nature and a casual walk. He calls, "Thanks." with a wave over to Yi with a smile as he moves on.
There he is. Apartment 668, Mehl N.
Yi makes a quick notion and she goes towards the stairs, opening up the door. There shouldn't be cameras in the hallways. Right?
On quick and casual inspection, there are no visible cameras, no.
Once in the stairwell, Yi starts her way up. They're not likely to be in too much of a hurry, but she doesn't want to dawdle in unfamiliar territory. She mentions to Jamethon is quiet tone, "He's in 668." Floor 6? That's not that bad.
Up six flights of stairs, the only sounds the rustling of the grocery bag and furtive footfalls.
Jamethon takes stride on the stairway easily, at first that is. Perhaps it becomes evident that this man does not rather like stairs about the fourth floor. At the sixth floor he pauses for a moment, shakes his head, then continues up the rest of the way. He whispers to Yi in the stairway before moving out to the hall, "Ok. Find the apartment, go inside... prepared for someone actually being home just in case. If we need to do anything, just make sure we are well inside the apartment before we do. Ready?"
Nodding, the ragabash continues up. Six flights of stairs seems to be nothing for one who regularly travels by foot. Apartment 668 reached, Yi stops in front of the door and inspects. At least it's not a hotel, she thinks to herself. She listens in first, for activity. Maybe the door is thin enough for such a fleeting inspection, but she follows Jamethon's words. Taking out the small face towel from her bag, she places her hand on the doorknob and works to open it with her Open Seal gift again.
The hallway is quiet, and Yi doesn't think she hears anything. Just as she's opening the lock on the doorknob, however, the sound of a door opening directly behind them echoes along the hall.
Jamethon prepares to move in right behind Yi, getting in front of her as soon as he can just in case. Then the door opens behind him, fighting back instinct he doesn't turn around, just waits for the door to be opened.
GMCutter pages: There's also a deadbolt.
Yi knows she's covered well, but these things take time. Deadbolt. Damnitall. The ragabash swears in her head, fishing in her pocket for a set of keys with one hand while concentrating on the seal with the other. "Almost," she mutters softly.
Whoever it is walks down the hallway toward the lift, saying nothing. The deadbolt springs open with a loud click, and a split second later there is a ding as the lift doors slide open.
Yi grunts with a vague satisfaction, pushing down the rising excitement that tingles as the deadbolt clicks open. Like a true thief, she waits a moment, still putting caution ahead of her. She then opens up the door, expecting the worst, hoping for the best. Here's hoping that Nathan is a bachelor without roommates.
Jamethon takes a quick peek down to see just who is going into the lift as he heads on in.
The hottie who disappears into the elevator has long brown hair and wears a tight jewel toned blue sheath dress under a bombardier jacket.
As the door pushes open, the two outside are nearly overwhelmed by the strong smell from inside.
Yi fully winces at the smell. Good thing she had that towel! With it held up to her face, she steps inside. The worst must be yet to come. Or maybe it's just really rancid garbage.
Jamethon holds his breath, stepping inside after doing a fair imitation of gagging as he moves a plastic bag to his face once inside.
The room inside is very warm, probably about ninety degrees, and although it appears to have once been a refined and well furnished living room, now nearly every surface is covered with creepers and flame-colored flowers, which are likely what generates the strong smell--easily detectible but hard to identify... crushed vegetation, chemicals, flowers and a hint of mold.
Yi's mind screams, WTF? Her eyes take in this scene very carefully, coughing slightly at the smell. She checks behind her at Jamethon, but also to see if the door's been at least held open. "Where do you want to start?" she asks through the towel. Hooboy.
Jamethon uses the bag as some kind of rebreathing device, Inhaleing and exhaling with it held to his mouth using a circular grip. "Um... this needs to be cleaned out. I doubt I need to sense for the Wyrm to know what is going on here."
Jamethon then adds quickly enough, "Try to not disturb any of those flowers..."
Yi follows the general chaos of the creepers with her eyes. This could be Wyld gone wild at work, but somehow the mold and chemicals don't really add up. She nods again. The ragabash moves in, breathing shallowly as she steps (slowly, carefully) around. "The kitchen?"
Jamethon seems to be thoughtful on this for a time then shakes his head, "The kitchen is probably a pointless place to visit. These flowers though... they shouldn't be around here." He takes the bag from his face and sniffs gently, cringing at the scent. "Yeah," he murmurs, "Texas Lantana... pretty, and smells horrible." He looks around the apartment for a mantleplace, drawers, or failing to see any of that gazes for a door to a bedroom.
Yi continues speaking softly, gazing rather suspiciously at the plants. Her eyes look to the creepers, to see if they happen to originate from anywhere in particular. "This still doesn't seem like any normal man's hobby." And just in case, she checks for a clock too, if it can be seen.
GMCutter pages: There are numerous pots of earth which appear to be the sources for them, and it's about 4:25 according to the clock on the wall above the television.
Jamethon steps over to the mantlepiece now, carefully picking his way as he does. "This... is definatly something that I will not soon forget," he says through a couple of quick shallow breaths that don't do well to settle his irritated stomach. He peers closer at the trophy, seeing if he can read the words on it, or at the very least see what it was won for.
Yi pokes around some more, making sure to avoid touching the creepers and the plants as she checks around. "There's a chance that he isn't keeping it here. You have any idea what it looks like?" She glances towards where she'd think the bedroom is.
Jamethon reaches out to clear away the trophy, but stops himself with some distance to go. Instead he stands there and bracing himself for an unpleasantness unlike many have ever felt... he senses for the Wyrm.
Jamethon, with strongly squinted eyes, visible relaxes with a sigh. "Strange... not much worse than I would expect down the street from the park. Its just... The wyrm here, it does not flavor the place anymore than most average places in the city." He then, still somewhat cautious, puts his hand in the empty plastic bag, using it as a makeshift glove to clear away some of the plants covering the trophy.
The legend below reads "Tour de St. Claire, Race Against Cancer 2002". The trophy itself is a winged Nike, gilted in gold.
"Strange enough," Yi utters, stifling a cough. "Should I check the bedroom?"
Jamethon turns and heads over to the black cupboard, still somewhat careful not to disturb the plants on his way to open it up, checking inside.
Inside the three different cabinets is a collection of CDs and DVDs and a stereo system with lots of blinking lights.
Jamethon scans it for a moment, getting a feel for the different types of music and movie this 'man' is into. Closing the cupboard he looks back to the door that is completely covered in plantmatter. "That," he points, "Is the door I want to know what is on the otherside of."
Yi clears her throat again, just to make sure that Jamethon knows she's still here and not going on her own. As she gazes at the way Jamethon points to, she nods. "I will see what it has behind." The ragabash moves that way, stepping around things and making sure not to touch things.
The door looks a little smaller than might be expected, and what can be seen of it indicates it is of a slightly different style than the rest of the room.
Jamethon steps up to meet Yi at the door, ready to help open it and clear away some plants if needed.
Jamethon turns to face the front door now, standing waiting, an almost predatory stance ready to leap and pounce at an appearing attacker.
Yi glances up as the sound of a door slams. Great. Flipping out her knife, the ragabash puts a hand to the strange door and starts to work it open. Time is not on their side anymore, it may seem.
No further sounds come from the hall. The tendrils cut away fairly easily, and the smell gathers strength as the ends bleed. Moving quickly, Yi has the door half cleared in just a few moments.
Yi has the towel gripped in her teeth, and she keeps on clearing the board away.
Inside the small closet is a bar for hanging coats (empty) and, off to one side, a small water heater. Tendrils have crept around the door where space allowed, but they are small and yellow and sickly here for lack of light.
Jamethon opens the door wider, pulling at it from the other side to do so. He gazes deeper into the closet, looking around for anything of note inside. "See anything Yi?"
Yi reveals the opening and sighs, rather disappointed. "Nothing. Sounds like people are coming back," she mentions, wiping the knife with the towel.
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