Val in the Farm

1/15/2005

03:41 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently in Saint Claire, watch out for freezing rain. The temperature is 31 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.36 and falling, and the relative humidity is 100 percent. The dewpoint is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)

Barnyard
The lane wends its way back and around the farmhouse to here, where it widens into a broad, grassy sward contained only by the woods which encircle it on three sides. Buildings break up the purity of the landscape: an open-sided structure which serves as a garage and the big barn, empty of livestock, to the east. A good-sized vegetable and herb garden furrows the land south of the barn, while a pyramid-like pile of rocks, of similar consistency to the gravel of the lane, rests a few yards south of the garage.
North of the buildings, the fields have long been fallow, hastening a conversion from farmland to natural prairie. A sliding glass door allows admittance to the farmhouse, the interior obscured by Levolor(tm) blinds in a wood-grain pattern. The lane leads out around the house to the southwest. The discerning can just barely pick out the beginnings of a faint path into the woods towards the southeast.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Val
Obvious exits:
FIelds  BArn  Farmhouse  Lane  Woods  

Despite the freezing weather, Yi is outside and working. Or rather, rehabilitating. The water pings off her waterproof jacket and baseball cap as she walks in a circle near the back of the farmhouse, taking careful steps and making sure not to slip. The Gnawer clearly favors her right leg, and the tight lips are a sure indication that she's bearing through the pain of walking on it.

This is not good weather for flying, not in the least. Swooping under an overhang of the farmhouse, Finds shakes out her damp feathers and takes a breather.

Yi takes her concentration off the walking when the black bird swoops in out of nowhere, catching the ragabash off her guard. Luckily, she doesn't slip and fall. Gaze squinting, Yi wipes off some of the ice cold rain from her face and peers at the avian with due curiosity. "Bad weather for flying in," she notes in a sort of watercooler casual manner. Around this time she thinks that she too should probably take a breather and makes her way underneath the overhang and out of the frigid conditions.

Finds-Stories sneezes, then croaks softly, as Yi comes in out of the worst of the weather. The bird shakes out her feather again and starts to preen.

Yi looks upon the bird, actually smiling despite her discomfort. "Do you want to come inside? It is probably warmer." A pause afterwards, she adds, "And drier." The ragabash looks at the wooden grain blinds just beyond the sliding glass door into the kitchen.

Finds-Stories makes a sound somwhere between a gurgle and a cat's pur, as her black head bobs up and down.

Yi nods again in echo, and puts a hand on the sliding door to push it open. Her other hand sweeps off the blinds to one side, leaving the opening wide enough that Finds can actually fly in with a little bit of manuevering. "After you," she gestures, comfortable with the idea of talking to a bird as if she were just as sentient and able to respond.

Finds-Stories's whole body bobs up and down, as she seems to consider the proposal. Another blast of freezing rain seems to convince the bird, as it she leaves her perch and swoops in through the open doorway.

Yi follows in after the bird, taking a moment to shake off what excess water there is on her person before slipping in. The transfer causes her to shiver reflexively as the warmth in the farmhouse contacts her exposed skin. Quickly, she closes the sliding door and replaces the blinds as normal, taking off her cap. Once she and the bird have settled, she gestures towards her 'conversation partner'. "So... how have you been?"

Finds-Stories originally perched on the back of one of the kitchen chairs, but hops down onto the seat at Yi's question. From there, a woman appears in the seat where the bird was a moment before. "Not really supposed to be here, you know. Was just looking for a place to get out of the rain. Are you certain this is okay. Can still go if its a probem."

[look Val (Finds-Stories, homid)]
A woman in her early twenties, Val is whip-thin, with a an angular face, and a prominent nose. Dark jet black hair is tied behind the woman's head in a practical pony-tail and is mid-back in length, framing ghostly pale skin. The woman stands a couple of inches under five feet tall, which almost seems to accentuate how thin she is. Val smiles a lot, a cheerfulness that is hard to ignore and is almost contagious in nature.
Currently, the small woman is wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, a pumpkin orange shirt and a green flannel jacket to protect her from the cold. A miniature (and slightly bulding) leather backpack sits in the middle of her back, held in place by straps across her shoulders.

Yi shakes her head, though whether it's a gesture of 'no' or just her trying to dry out the wet tips of her hair, isn't clear. "Maybe not," she remarks, "But anyone who wants you out in that weather, I will scold for animal cruelty." It's said lightheartedly, complete with finger-waggle, but perhaps the Gnawer is truly serious on that. "Besides, my friend in the East would peck my eyes out if I told him I kicked one of his cousins out without making sure she was warm and fed first."

Val blinks and tilts her head to one side, as she studies Yi for a brief moment. "You have a friend out east who is a corax?" The woman asks, actually sounding quite curious. The woman sniffs and wipes at a runny nose.

"Mmhm," Yi replies, pushing herself back up to her feet. "Well, he isn't actually /my/ friend, but a friend of Uncle's. Still, we did not really worry about that sort of thing." The cupboard opens up and she extracts a couple of cups. "He didn't call himself a Core-Axe though." The Gnawer pauses to look over her shoulder. "Would you like some hot chocolate? I'm sure Alicia keeps some... somewhere in here."

Val sneezes and pushes back some of her damp hair. "Didn't? How far east are we talking here, far as I know thats what everyone around here calls themselves. From caost to cast, if you'd ike to put it that way." The woman pauses briefly. "Sure. That would be nice. Thankyou. Always a good idea to warm up from in the inside out."

Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall, broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing behind the house.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Val
Obvious exits:
Hallway/Living Room  Back Door  

Yi bobs her head once, paused briefly as she ventures a guess to where the Coggie galliard might have stashed the powder. "Aha, found it." Moving towards one of the cabinets, she opens it up to extract some packets. "He... is back where I come from." The first packet is torn open and shaken into a mug. "Very far east. So far east, most airplanes fly west to get there, you know?" She glances back with a smile. "Hong Kong."

Val blinks several times, head bobbing up and down lightly. "Ahh. That is quite a distance. They're not quite the same, according to what I've been told. Little different. Different history."

Yi limps to the fridge door and opens it, extracting one of the milk bottles. "I think that is true, yes. Garou here are different from Garou there, so why not the ravens?" Though her leg must look to be hurting, she doesn't seem to have her mind on it as much as before when she was outside; probably thanks to the conversation. "How about you? Have your flights been interesting?" A couple of pot clinkings later, the milk is heating on the stove top.

Val shrugs her shoulders. "Nothing spectacular, I must admit. Just keeping an eye on things, but that is mostly what I do. Keep an eye on things and let people know if there is anything worth knowing about. Seen you, you know. Up on the roof-tops sometimes."

Yi turns at that, milk left alone briefly. "You have?" she echoes, surprise mildly tinging her voice. Then it melts to a knowing look. "Ah, well. Of course... you /are/ a bird. Yes, I like going up there. Good place to scout from, sometimes. Most people don't really think about looking up, you know?"

Val chuckles. "Well, yes, unless they're holding a pellet gun. Annoying things. Far more out there in Kent Crossing then you would ever expect. Always have to keep an eye out for people carrying those arround."

Yi nods a couple of times, realizing the milk is heated. Shuffling a couple of steps, she pours the milk to the cocoa and mixes. "Oh, that definitely must be not good for you." The mixing done, she turns and offers out one of the steaming mugs. "Unfortunately, I don't think I know where the marshmallows are. But, ah, how often do you check out downtown St. Claire?"

Val hmms. "Most days. Work down there, actually. Kind of hard to avoid it." The bird woman tilts her head to one side. "How did you hurt you leg, if you don't mind me asking? Takes quite a lot to lay one of you guys up. For more then me, anyway."

Yi eases back into a chair, hand cupping her mug. "Fighting to keep a very Big, very Ugly, very Stinky, very tainted pig-monster from hurting my packmate and the others. There were two of them. I had a hold of one, and it got me with its long tooth." She motions to her thigh, sliding a finger over the area where her scar resides, all the way to the knee. "Some how, I don't think this scar is going to go away like the others... But at least we killed them before they got further in." She smiles wanly. "Sacrifices must be made to live our lives, I suppose."

"Sacrifices are made by anyone who lives the lives that we do." Val agrees, with a faint shrug of her shoulders. "They just tend to be different types of sacrifices."

Yi nods slowly, but evidently has her eyes on the Corax for an addition reason. "Have you... heard about the gangs lately, out in the city? I ask because, well, there are some things that I was going to help find out about them. And I know that your branch of the family is very good at finding out things."

Val blinks a few times. "Well, that really depends on which ones you're talking about. There are really quite a few of them. Get in to just about everything, really. Murder, prostitution, drugs."

"Mm, well," Yi replies around a sip of the drink, "To be specific, one of them at least is handling a bit of silver from what I heard. And that is bad news. For us, at least."

Val ahhs softly. "Now, see, that doesn't sound particularly normal. Have they claimed a particular area. It would help, if I knew where to look."

"Bridge Street, is what I've heard," Yi notes in an afterthought. "But I'll have to ask further to find out more. Are you going to be hanging around more? Or at least, you could stop by the Odeon."

Well, actualy, I'm in that area quite a bit." Val admits. "Olga seems to like me well enough, even if she could really use a toothbrush. She seemed the like the Christmas gift I left there."

Yi hms again. "I guess I need to stop by more often as well then," she laughs softly, finding the humor in a Gnawer not really visiting her own tribe territory. "That is good... and to tell the truth, I don't think even I could convince Olga to use a toothbrush. But, I am glad you do come by then. Whether or not the farmhouse is open, I at least do not have many worries about having a bird-shifter for a friend."

Val nods. "Well, yes, I tend to spend a fair bit of time worrying about being eaten. Would be nice not to have to worry about that with a few more people." The bird woman glances out the window, where the freezing rain seems to have abated. "Probaby should get going, before someone gets angry about me being here. Some tend to worry about me being here. Something about cubs."

Yi glances behind her down the hallway, and then turns back to the Corax with a nod. "Sure. The Garou around here don't like strangers..." she does admit. Standing up again with effort, the Gnawer sets her mug down. "You should be sure to find somewhere warm to stay though. I can't say I enjoy this sort of winter at all, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone."

Val nods, as she stands and prepares to leave. "Not too far from home now, should be able to get back without a problem."

Yi makes her way to the sliding glass door again, much as any hostess would in showing out guests. "Then fly safely. Try not to run into any giant Wyrm pigs on the way... but if you do see one, please get one of us, As Soon As Possible."

Val nods and shifts back into her bird form, then flies out of the farmhouse. Quickly disapearing from view.

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