Huggy Uktena

2/24/2006

05:47 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (21% full).
It is currently 17:39 Pacific Time on Fri Feb 24 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partially cloudy. The temperature is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 12 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.29 and falling, and the relative humidity is 43 percent. The dewpoint is 22 degrees Fahrenheit (-5 degrees Celsius.)

Odeon - Lobby(#4049RJ)
The Odeon's lobby is testament to a faded and perverted glory. The deep crimson carpet is thick in places but in others stubbly as velveteen, and the rich pattern of tangling flowers is everywhere marred by dark stains. The walls are clothed in kingly purple tatters of wallpaper, and covered with faded posters featuring women and men in various states of undress, posing with various degrees of tastelessness, and screaming out titles like "Male Service", "Bang Bang: a Sexual Explosion", and "A Slip of Her Tongue" in garish lettering. There's no light in the room but what comes in from the street, and during the day the actresses look grey and ghoulish, and the bright reds and purples of the room faded and dusky; and at night, the place might as well be covered in thick black paint.
Immediately in front of the entrance is dull matte turnstyle which no longer turns, where once tickets were taken. To the right are a pair of doors which some joker has labelled "Pimps" and "Hos" with red spraypaint: these are the washrooms. To the left are a pair of doorways which lack actual doors, and opposite is a grand set of boarded doors which lead into the theatre proper.
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Contents:
Reggie
Obvious exits:
Upstairs  THeatre  Street  

Though considerably warmer in the afternoon, the sun set accompanies a dropping of temperatures as the day progresses into night. Yi is found in the Odeon's lobby, seemingly doing some spontaneous checks and explorations of the area. For now, the ragabash has taken up a spot, stooped beside a newly chewed rathole. In her hand, a stick of jerky is slowly shredded and the pieces dropped down in front.

The energies of the city change as the winter sun vanishes. Few street lights turn on, many being broken or burnt out, and the streets are lines of darkness among chilly buildings. Pedestrians become scarce, but one heavyset man weaves his way down a street, pausing to shout obscenities at a passing car bearing a symbol of the wrong sports team. When his target moves along with traffic and well out of shouting range, the man deflates, turning slowly and resuming his path. He stops at the doors of the Odeon, slapping his palms on the wide panels, then stands there.

Yi looks up when the 'knock', briefly frowning and then dropping the whole piece of jerky in front of th rat hole as she stands. Wiping what leftover grease and oil is on her fingers onto her coat, she goes to the front and roughly asks through the locked doors in as gruff a tone as possible, "Who is it?"

Reggie leans against his hands, still flattnered against the doors, as he presses his ear to the door. At the call, he lifts his head off the door. "Ah--", he clears his throat, and states, first weakly, "Reg", then again, his voice strengthenign with the repetition, "Reggie. It's Reggie Coward."

Yi ahs as well, though it is softer spoken and doesn't make it through the door. After a few unlocking of locks, she opens up the door - a crack at first in wariness, looking cautiously for Reggie's personage, and then wider once her gaze confirms it. "Come in," she invites. Her body remains behind the door for the majority of the time like it were a shield.

The opening of the door lets in strong smells of alcohol and of rank, unwashed flesh and fur, from the heavyset, fur-clothed man, who blinks blearily at the crack, having less of a view within than Yi can have outside. Reggie decides he knows the person opening the door, then he jolts into movement at the invitation, arms raising to enclose the Gnawer in a boozy bear hug as he edges inside.

Yi doesn't quite expect the hug. In fact, she doesn't expect it at all. When it comes, though, she stiffens with surprise, letting the door swing itself shut, and then moves a hand to pat the ahroun lightly around a portion of his girth. "Ah, good evening Reggie. Erm. It is.. good to see you too?" she ventures, giving the man his time of affection.

Reggie nods his head, his multiple chins rolling onto Yi's head from the closeness of the bear hug. "Good evening", he states, the two words at different volumes, the second considerably louder. "'nuther gold medal today", he solemnly informs Yi, then breaks the hug to hold Yi at arm's distance to look at her. "Good to see you".

Yi blinks a few more times, passively allowing him to manuever her about rather mannequin-esque, minus a few exceptions. "Yes, it is good to see you too," she says with a small nod. Then as her conversational train catches up to his, she adds in query, "Gold medal? Oh, the Olympics..." The ragabash smiles faintly, and then clears her throat, slipping out from his embrace of her afterwards and turning to head away from the door. A light wave ushers the man inside. "I was beginning to worry, Reggie. I did not see you for a long time- how have you been?"

Reggie starts up on the topic of the gold medal as Yi mentions it, "I was so close to beating the spread on that last sheet--", he snaps his fingers to show, "--but the guy who won the spread, he bought a round, so it's like I won, anyhow--", he gestulates, pointing his fingers about in a manner that's more confusing than enlightening, "--guess you had to be there--", he adds on more fregmants of the story, as he heads further inside, walking along with Yi, "--and the last point got conceded."

"What will it take to win?" Yi asks, her question polite but curious, searching for a track that she can get onto as far as understanding these fragments of the bigger picture. "Who did you bet on?"

Reggie replies, "Canada versus Finland", and he grabs an imaginary object with his hand, held underhand, and moves his hand horizontally away from him, then slowly releases the imaginary object. "No contest! It was a crush--something like ten to one."

Yi dips her head slightly, uttering a soft 'oh'. She still doesn't get it, by the look on her face. "So, would you like to sit somewhere?" Though, given the lack of any furniture in the lobby main, it doesn't quite seem all that logical.

Reggie wanders slowly in the direction that he's just made the odd throwing movement, intentions vague, then he veers off at Yi's question, and he turns, looking to see where Yi's considering sitting, then glances towards the direction of the theatre. "Sure", he drawls. "What's the show tonight? Men With Brooms' be a good show--", he breaks off, as he mimes sweeping the patch of floor before him with a broom.

"Ah no, it will be Squeaks Like A Rat for the only show in there," Yi notes with a glance towards the theater herself. The jerky, at some point, has disappeared. "Come, we can talk freely in there." Leading the way, she bids the ahroun inwards, again opening the door.

Odeon - Theatre(#3973RA)
The floor sticks to one's shoes like flypaper, and the seats all sag limply under even the slightest pressure. It's dark and dank with the evaporation of untold unknown liquids, and sounds echo menacingly off the soundproofed, honeycombed walls. The theatre is like a giant abandoned hive filled with row upon row of empty egg sacs; about a hundred of them, arranged in two columns, with three neat walkways, one through the middle and one on either side. High up and inset over the lobby doors is the projectionist's booth, a small alcove overlooking the theatre; opposite it is the screen, framed by ratty curtains that no longer close, and taking up most of the wall. It can no longer serve it's purpose, though: the screen is no longer blank, scrawled across it, from top to bottom, is a disconcerting mess of fluorescent grafitti which glows out bright oranges and greens even in the dark theatre. Like massive glowing worms the lines coil in and out of tags and outlines of images, in a roiling, reeling, psychedelic nightmare. The hundred empty seats all point towards it, mute and dusty.
Contents:
Reggie
Squeaks
Obvious exits:
LObby  Alley  

Reggie leans on his invisible broom, held before him, as he walks into the theatre. His attempts at trying to slide his feet along the floor are defeated by the floor's velcroness, and after a stumble, he stops trying to slide. The floor declares its victory with light sucking noises on the soles of his shoes. As he enters the theatre, he studies the bright colours of the no longer silver screen, and he continues walking down the aisle, hands held up to frame the graffiti. "Man--it moves. Never saw that before, but it moves--", he states as he adjusts the distance of his hands from his eyes. "Freaky. Just like how the eyes in these pictures follow you, no matter where you are in the room." After marvelling at the matter, he drops his hands, and turns towards Yi, his shoulders hunching. "So, um."

Yi smiles mildly. "We are always being watched, after all," she comments with a glance to the scrawled colors. "Squeaks?" she calls out. "Come out and say hello to Uncle Reggie." The fostern looks around, waiting for a few more moments before purposefully turning back to the Uktena. Instead of eliciting more, she tilts her head and waits patiently, as if expecting more to his halting start.

Reggie gradually brings his hands down in an arc, until the palms close against each other, in a very soft clap. "Ah", as he looks to one side of the aisle, then to the other aisle. He prods at the back of an aisle-bordering seat, giving it a light shake, then when it doesn't fall down immediately, slowly sits on the seat, legs jutting out into the aisle, an arm sprawled over the seat's neighbour. It's only after he's finished finding how best to sprawl his arm, that he speaks again, in a querulous tone, "...Uncle Reggie?..."

Yi settle herself in the row in front of the ahroun, draping over the seat back. "When you are in here, you are family," she states warmly, looking behind her again. "I guess Squeaks is sleeping quite heavily." After another second of silence, she looks back at him. "Have you chosen the three you will to fight yet?"

"Family", Reggie states. "There's a saying--you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your family". He laughs at his own witticism, then stops laughing as he considers, "Wait, I got that wrong--You can pick your--no, I got that right". Reassured, he starts laughing again. He puts his hand to his nose. "See, nose--that's always funny--", then lets his chuckle die out. "Three to pick--I found three young Ahrouns, eager to learn and to fight. I've taught two of them some of what I know--Ahroun gifts, to both. I've one more to teach."

Yi starts on a bit of laughter, given its contagious nature, though she probably misses out on the inherent joke. At least she nods in agreement - nose is funny. Then on a more serious note, "Three ahrouns? Hm. Of what nature are these three?"

"Three Ahrouns", Reggie confirms. "One you'll know well. Aaron Savages-the-Enemy", he nods firmly. "The others--what does she call herself again--Escapes, Kathryn-Laura, of the Furies. Clemency Fire-Burns-Forever."

Yi browlifts at the first name, lowers with the second, then lifts up again. "That is an interesting choice. Why did you choose them? You could have picked any others ranked cliath and younger from this sept."

"They are Cliaths", Reggie starts. "Cubs? No. It is not a task worthy of a Fostern challenge to fight a cub." He dismisses the idea with a sweep of his hand and a scoff. With a brighter tone, he states, "These people are out there, on the front line, eager to make their marks. Aaron took the brunt of that at the Revel, but he didn't give up when the pigs might have had the better of him. Clemency--she lead that revel to failure, but she didn't pack it in. Didn't make excuses, just looked for the next fight. KL--she's young, but eager about fights."

"I see," Yi says with a slow nod. "Then I look forward to the coming new moon. Oh, but there is one thing. Your tribemate, Circle Keeper. He has been looking for you for a long time, too. You should go to him, mm?"

Reggie reacts with surprise. "He has? Hm, if it's been a long time--I have more training to do, before this new moon. You've said one person is to have a weapon. Who picks?" He avoids touching his nose with his thumb, as he presses his hand, that had started moving up, back down. "Who picks the weapon?"

Yi nods firmly. "In fact, he thinks you are dead," she replies. "He is your only tribemate, Reggie, and there is something to be said about elders who do not look after their tribemates." She eyes the ahroun a little, yet remains calm as she approaches the next question. "You are allowed to pick the ones who will fight you. You are allowed to pick what forms they will fight you in: Homid, Crinos, and Lupus. The one with the weapon can choose their own to wield if they wish, but /you/ must make sure that weapon is allowed by Warder and Master of the Challenge upon the caern's grounds."

Reggie frowns at the statement, then nods thoughtfully about the weapon. "While you're playing Galliard--", he spreads his hands. "Indulge me? I haven't talked to any since the last moon. What's the news from the moot?"

Yi hms, pushing herself up from the lazy draping of her body over the chair's back. "I only promised I would tell you if I saw you before the challenge," she says with a vague gesture. "But ah, I am no galliard. I would suggest you find one, for the news from the moot." In her eyes, a gleam with mischief. "But I do know that something that the galliards do not yet know. Sepdet-rhya was here. She visited for just a night, not long ago."

Reggie straightens up, elbows pushing back against the seat. "Hope-Star? Did she bring anyone with her?", he briskly questions. "Not playing Galliard? I have a message--but I'll find one, to pass on the message."

"Yes, Hope-Star," the Gnawer affirms with one nod. "No, there were no other stars that traveled with her. And her light was faint in the Realm, but so strong in the Umbra." Pausing for a bit, Yi lets her memory reopen for that hazy second. "She came, and healed Christine after we fought that tainted ice spirit. Afterwards she said she could not stay. There were others that needed her. I let her go." The final statement is a quiet one, almost a whisper. Then her throat clears, and she says with more volume, "A message for who? If it is one of the Bone Gnawers you are looking for, I am sure I could deliver it if Kaz does not first."

Reggie frowns at the answer about Sepdet. "Ah", he utters, nodding vaguely to the reports about Christine, and brightening as a fight is mentioned, "What'd you fight? How'd it go?", he briskly asks. "No, not one of the Gnawers. For Jacinta. Kaz's about?", he rolls his head to look about the theatre as if Kaz might be taking up a seat in another row.

Yi purses her lips, tilting her head to a side. "Of course. Kaz took the farmhouse as her own; she is caretaker," the ragabash states. "And we fought a tainted ice spirit. It was in a freezer in a very.. a very dirt taco place." She makes a gesture in what could be east. "Bito's Tacos. I will check on it later, but that place needs a health inspector to shut it down." She makes a face at the very memory of it. "But we fought the spirit in the Shadow. Aaron is a good warleader," she says in afterthought.

Reggie rolls his head in the general direction of east. "Oh--there". He lifts a hand, thinking about moving out of his seat, then lets his hand sink back down, and settles in his seat, his flesh rolling over to the next seat. "To shut down a taco place--the government, fire, ...urban renewal...", he mumbles. "Fire's quicker. Government rolls at its own pace. Urban renewal's even slower--but it could replace it with a little upscale boutique, custom fitted dresses."

"That would be nice, but," Yi says after considering, "that area has people living there. Not just people, but others. No, fire is not the answer. And the government..." She doesn't even have to finish her thought. The wrinkled nose says it all.

"I'll think on it", Reggie states, eyes closing, the fingers of his good hand extending and tapping out. "Ah--do they have customers? If the customers do not come any more, they won't be able to pay the rent."

Yi nods. "They do - plenty, over the day. But they do not care if the food made them sick. Hopefully we have stopped the main source of taint, but if it does not stop then we will go back and deal with it more permanently."

Reggie's fingers continue tapping. "Could move in there, few want to stay around us--", he states in a low tone, "--of course, that's loitering, I'll--think on it some more--", and his fingers slowly still. It's not long until he starts snoring.

Yi is about to reply, but once she's finished thinking about moving in anywhere else, the Uktena's also asleep. With a short chuckle to herself, she pushes herself up from her seat and exhales. "Good night, Reggie," she says softly - so that he doesn't wake immediately. After a moment, she starts towards the double doors of the theater.

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