Three Mice and a Metis

3/17/2006

10:46 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

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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Kaz
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Kaz is sacked out near the boarded doors, thoroughly asleep. It's the 'then and there' approach, clearly.

Yi rattles the front locked doors of the Odeon briefly, before one of the other side doors opens up and she lets herself in. The ragabash takes a care to replace the carefully arranged, haphazard looking wooden boards used to 'lock' it, and strides in through the lobby. "Heeeellooo," she calls out, listening for activity. That's of course, when she hears Kaz. "Olga?" she queries, her eyes having yet to adjust to the added darkness of the interior lobby.

Kaz snores.

Yi goes over, squinting a bit at the snoring one. Doesn't sound like Olga. "Kaz?" A toe pokes the sleeper, experimentally.

Kaz snorts, and, waking up, tries to scrabble backwards. (This is clearly a reflex.) Since she hits up against wall quickly, she's unable to scrabble too far, and fairly soon, she's woken up enough to growl, "Fuckin' /A/. Shit. Hi. What the fuck?"

Yi grins, though it might be lost in the shadows. "Good morning Kaz," she greets the galliard. Given how dark it is, that'd either be very true, or very not. "The office couch upstairs would be more comfortable, would it not?"

Kaz blinks muzzily, "Yeah, maybe, but it wasn't /here/, and the floor /was/. How you doin'?"

"Doing okay," Yi says slowly, head bobbing. "I went on a small trip. Came back. Did you know the farmhouse was ah, the barn had an interesting paint job?"

Kaz grunts. "Yes. Fuckin' fomori. Some asswipe tried to invade. I gotta get goin' on th' repaintin'." She tilts her head, as she slithers up the wall into a standing position, and asks, "Where'd y'go?"

Yi tilts her head in a not-so-indicative direction. "Actually, I think Vera had some others paint the barn. Or, she told them to. I am not sure," she fills in. "I was looking for that Silent Strider, Gypsy. Alpha's orders."

Kaz blinks. "OK, I really do like her makin' people do stuff and all that, but she might wanna /talk/ to me about this kinda shit, just so I can know what's going on in th' place I'm s'posedly takin' care of. Anyhow." She rummages in her pocket and comes up with an apple. "Gypsy. Oh, yeah, with the Kinfolk and all that. Didn't find her?"

Yi shakes her head. "I did," she replies simply. "I saw her as she was getting on a plane, to ... to... to some place that started with an M. The plane was very big." She clears her throat to cover up her embarrassment.

Kaz blinks in mild confusion. "So why was it you needed t'find her?"

Yi gets slightly more tense as she answers, "Because I wanted to make sure of the Alpha's... picture of her. The way she looked, instead of the way she was painted to be." If that makes any sense.

Kaz crunches into her apple, and chews on it while she tries to see if she understands what Yi meant. "What?" she asks, eventually. (Evidently, understanding didn't come.)

"After hearing the Alpha's announcement, you would think this one she spoke of was a horrible, evil Garou," Yi explains, turning her eyes towards the apple-crunching. "But I remember meeting her. She did not seem like any big threat. Only... confused. And not the kind to stir the waters. Well, it does not matter now, right? She has left. I made sure, and returned to tell Vera."

From the theatre proper there's the quiet sound of voices, muted by the heavy door which separates them: one is a whiny, abrasive sound, the scraping of Crinos chords; the other is too much of a mumble to distinguish. A light is kindled, it stretches in underneath the bottoms of the double doors like straining fingertips.

Kaz crunches her apple again. "Gotcha. Kinda someone caught in, like, politics she didn't get?"

Yi nods slowly. "Something like that, I think," she affirms quietly, head tilting towards the sound of Squeaks. "Sounds like Squeaks is awake." But more curiously, she eyes the thin rays of light creeping from the cracks.

It doesn't take more than a few moments for the theatre doors to creak quietly open. Olga creeps through them like she doesn't want to be seen, though the battered oil lamp and the fond, strained call of "G'night, Squeaks," would give her away to anyone not blind and deaf. She doesn't see the two Gnawers at first, the darkness of the lobby prevents it; when she sees them she's flat-footed between the doors, caught in-between, like a burglar entering an inhabitated home.

Kaz says, "Pity. We need more goddam Striders." Then, apple in hand, she's caught by the light, and she calls, "Yo hey! 'Sup?"

Yi lifts a hand in a silent greeting, perhaps respecting the earlier 'good night'. "Going to bed?" she asks quite softly.

Olga's eyes are dark empties, like the hollows of trees, the upturned light making her face trollish and ugly, making her nose look like a pirate's hook. The drape of her clothes, still winter-ready despite the coming spring, hides the weight she's lost, though her face is thinner, and cords run down her neck. "Going out," she answers Yi flatly, though without moving; she stands there for a few seconds, eyeing the two with a blank, black stare. Slowly she closes the door behind her, shutting out the wordless whine of the mule behind, who wants her attention. She smiles quickly, furtively, once the door is closed. "Hey," she returns Kaz' greeting, lightly. There's a half-second's pause, like she's trying to figure something out, and then she asks simply, "How're you two?" Her bag's nowhere to be seen.

Kaz says, quietly, studying the other woman, "So-so. Gettin' along, but ain't gettin' nowhere. Kinda fuckin' annoying, all things considered."

"Only because everything turns in circles," Yi observes, rolling a shoulder. "The question is, where is there to go?" But enough riddles. "Actually, I was thinking about asking you two for some help. One is, I am looking for the Master of the Rite, but things keep coming up and I have not found a chance to ask him. I announced at moot I was going to for a pack, here in the city. Though, without the rite that forms the pack and binds the totem... it would not do very much good. Plus, I am not sure if I should wait until we can find that spirit of Man again, or not."

Kaz grunts. "So d'you want someone with th' Totem Rite? Or y'want me t'get Gunnar's attention for you?"

Olga answers Yi's first query with a blank-faced, flat-voiced, uncomprehending "What?" She blinks on it a few moments, her eyes creased and suddenly hard, before they relax again and she moves past her lack of understanding. "He lives down at the Brownstone," she answers, slowly, eyes moving sharply between the two, then lingering long. "As to the other thing, it's your pack, Yi, it's your decision."

Yi looks towards Kaz first. "Either," she replies. "And both." Then to the theurge, she adds, "It may be my pack, but I do little that would affect family's territory. Harbor Park does need looking after. And the hospital area... still needs to be dealt with." A hand lifts, and falls. "Plus, I was going to ask Masao and Aaron to be in the pack. The question is, would either of you also want to be in it?"

Kaz says, "I'll poke him, when I gotta chance." And then, at Yi's question, she thumps a heel against the wall. "I, um. Yes and no. Jamethon's asked me to be in his Guardian pack-- he figures th' more Guardians th' better. An' he wants t'pack under Bear or Uktena, which is kinda cool. But I mean-- Gnawers lookin' after Gnawer turf is... a /good/ thing. So--" She sighs. "Gimme some time t'think about it?"

Olga falls flat silent at that. She stands there ghost-still, the only movement the fragile constant twitch of the gaslight, dark raccoon eyes staring at Yi and her invitation. Her face is ashen, upset, there's no hint of consideration except for the length of its pause. "No," she says quietly, finally moving, looking down for a half-second at the pattern of the floor. There's regret and resignation in her voice. "No, sorry Yi, can't. With the warm weather coming on, I'm going to take the kid out somewhere, I can't be in any sort of city pack. I gotta be with her."

Yi bobs her head. "When Sepdet..." she pauses for a significant moment, "when Sepdet came back, she told me something that I thought I should follow." Glancing back to Olga, her head dips again but in a short bow. "I understand. Besides, there are things we three take care of for the family, right?"

Kaz again studies Olga. She doesn't even really try to play down the concern rising in her eyes, but all she does is ask Yi, "What'd she say?"

"Right," Olga answers, drily and automatically, without confidence or disbelief. She steps back, back against the wall, obscuring an ugly poster, letting the back of her head fall against the cool plastic. Her eyes are all on Yi, and the Ragabash' response.

"To go look for him. Coyote," Yi replies softly, still looking towards Olga, a bit better at hiding her concern. "When Wrong Way left with her, I thought it would be the last I would see of Hope-Star. But... who knows."

Kaz says, "Oh. Gotcha. Coyote... Ain't quite my bag, but... I can bend a lot, for a friend." Her words are focused, but some of her attention is still on Olga.

"Met her once," Olga dithers, aware of the attention on her and trying to diffuse it with rambling. "She had a train on her that'd make a queen jealous. Brought just about every Fostern in the sept out to ooh and aah. 'Course I split soon as I could, which was pretty damned soon." She straightens up; there's a strangled sense of purpose in the gesture, like she means to go, though the conversation stops her.

Kaz's attention doesn't drift. She puts the core of her apple in her pocket, and wipes her hands on her pants. Apparently, this is a preparatory gesture, as she takes a breath and lets it out, and then starts to talk. "OK. Olga. Normally I'd just not poke you, because you ain't much into bein' poked, but you're like, suckin' wind here. Are you OK, or can we... do more t'help than we're doin'?"

Yi chews on her lower lip a little, boiling down the words. "That... well. She is a great figure in this sept," she notes, "even if she will not admit to it. Much like many of the Garou I know and respect." The pause is Significant. "But, I ask not for too much bending. Just to follow where your nose would lead you. If it is to Coyote, then good. If to Bear, or Uktena... also good. Good were you are going, good where you have gone."

Olga looks at Kaz, her dark haggardly eyes showing no anger or affront, just a pervasive, tired dullness. "Hell, no," she says, quietly, the terseness of her words in contrast to the softness of her voice. "How many dead so far? Thirty? I'm sure there's dozens we don't know about, and there's just more and more, every day, more and more. Hell no, I'm not okay. I'm fucking off the deep end." There's gentleness in the way she says it, like there's something soothing in the voicing of her words. She moves again, still stunted and unsure, as if waiting to be excused. "But there's nothing to be done about it." There's fatalism in her voice and in the way she moves, in the tiredness of her eyes.

Kaz sighs grimly, if a sigh can be grim. "Yeah. I... gotcha. Man, do I got you. It's just..." She stops. "Nevermind. Ain't th' right time to say this kinda shit."

Yi shifts on her own feet and rolls her shoulders again. She ventures with a bit of a toe scuff, "We should get together again. Bring the others in, have a little... a little party. Invite all the family, friends. Food. That would help, I think."

Olga speaks with a sense of relief more than anticipation, as if the idea alone eases some tension - though perhaps it's just the end of that topic that soothes her. "I could stand to get mad ass drunk," she says, quietly, reflectively, though moving now, sliding past the two, leaving the battered lantern on the floor and casting her shadow all the way to the door. "Eat more than my belly can hold, see some people. Yeah, I could stand that," she agrees, her voice quiet and tentative, her steps light against the threadbare carpet.

"Then, what are we waiting for?" Yi asks, semi-rhetorically.

Kaz looks at Yi thoughtfully. "You seem t'be kinda takin' charge've this shit."

Yi looks down to the lantern, then up to the theurge. "I am only a mirror," she says obliquely.

"I've gotta go sideways," Olga answers, walking crablike to the door, halfway in the conversation, halfway out, looking over her shoulder. "I got some things to try, to see to, and the moon's fading fast. I gotta - you know, gotta try something." There's dull determination in her voice, but no hope: it's dull and distant, like her attention's not even really there anymore. "I gotta go - wait, what?" The statement stops her in her hastily retreating steps, and she looks at Yi, flat and unsure, intensely curious.

Kaz wrinkles her forehead. "You lost me there, dude," she says, somewhat more directly.

Yi lifts her brows right back at Olga. "Mm? Nothing... just some self reflection," she replies quickly. "I think I should get in my rest while I can, then. The night is young, but I am not so much." Chuckling, the ragabash starts to make her way towards the office stairs. "Good night, you two."

Kaz just shakes her head. "Yeah. OK. I'll catch both of you later, hey?"

Olga has to pause a moment, creasing her eyes together to stare at Yi hard, brain thudding away; it takes her a moment to decide there was a joke in the Ragabash' explanation, and then she gets a brief, sharp, good-natured snort. "Interesting dreams, Yi," she calls off after her, looking up; to the other, she says simply, "Yeah, 'course. See you." She smiles: the gesture is well-intended but the light makes it strained and unpleasant, and then she heads for the door.

Yi gives the galliard and theurge both a short, mild salute before heading upstairs.

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