No Escape

4/24/2006

05:58 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (22% full).
It is currently 17:47 Pacific Time on Mon Apr 24 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 75 degrees Fahrenheit (23 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 12 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.94 and falling, and the relative humidity is 11 percent. The dewpoint is 18 degrees Fahrenheit (-7 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:
Vera
Obvious exits:
Upstairs  THeatre  Street  

The revel has ended and most have gone back to their respective homes to rest and recover. Vera has yet to rest, having been on the move after slipping away during the story-telling portion of the moot. Now, she finds herself at the Odeon on knocks on the front door to gain entrance.

Yi is in, after having gone back to the city about a day or so after the Revel. It's the fostern's voice who answers the knock, rough and unfriendly. "What do you want?" A voice reserved for unwanted squatters.

"I would like to come inside," Vera replies from the other side of the door. "I wish to speak with you."

Yi glances back behind her towards the theater, listening for a bit to the activity of Squeaks inside, and then unlocks and opens the front door. She nods her head to the adren, in her silence providing invitation to step in. Once the Shadow Lord does step inside, the door is closed and locked again.

Vera steps inside and squints in to the darkness, waiting for her eyes to adjust. "I have come to ask what happened, when Kevin left and you chased after him with Masao. You came back bloodied, with his blood, but without the Glass Walker."

Yi leans against the front door, her own eyes slightly narrowed. "Why, were the gathered expecting me to return with him?" Apparently this topic is not something she's too pleased about.

Vera rests her hands behind her back. "Well, you attempted to chase him down and clearly confronted him. Was it a joke, or is he a Charach? If he is, he should have been brought back to face Judgment."

"If it was a joke, it was a bad one," Yi replies with an exhale. The latter half of the alpha's statements, she makes no comment upon.

Vera tilts her head to one side, still squinting as her eyes finally adjust to the darkness. "So, he escaped from you?"

Yi shakes her head. "You already know he did not escape from me." There's almost an offended tone, but it's far from anything beyond a meager subtle flavor.

Vera sighs softly and shakes her head. "That is true. I would not expect any mere Cliath to be able to get away from /you/. Do you know if he was joking, or not?"

"If he was only joking, he would not have laid there as I beat him," Yi answers stiffly. "That is my reasoning."

Vera snorts and her chin juts out a little. "Then why did you let him go?"

"Because it was better than killing him," Yi replies simply, looking back to the adren without apology.

Vera's lips pull away from her teeth. "That is a decision for the Philodox to make, not a Ragabash. Perhaps you merely felt pity for him, as he was fucking your Tribesmate?"

Yi straightens to as full a height as she can get. "All who gathered at the moot simply stood there and watched as he so loudly said he had broken the Litany. And those with the Truth of Gaia said nothing to if it was a lie, or a joke, or otherwise. I made my judgement. He is /dead/ to me."

Vera smiles coldly, eyes as cold as those belonging to a week-dead fish. "A moot and the recharging of a Caern is far more important then one pathetic Charach. As a Fostern, you should realize that. I found them and brought back for justice. Perhaps you would care to visit them?"

"You insult me?" Yi asks, her voice quiet but at a dangerous timbre. Her gaze, if there were a contrast, are icily sharp and alive with an angry fire.

Vera shakes her head. "You bring shame on yourself. You do not need me to do that for you. Your Tribesmate and his lover are being held in the Sept Compound. I now leave their fate and your own, in their hands. I will take my leave now. Good day, Yi." The Adren turns and prepares to leave.

"'That is a decision for the Philodox to make, not a Ragabash,'" the fostern quotes roughly. Then, she can't get the door open fast enough, jerking it open and holding it there, the opening just big enough for the Shadow Lord to have to turn sideways to get out of the Gnawer hideout. Her dark eyes follow the adren out, gaze as sharp as dagger points.

Vera doesn't seem to care that Yi is staring daggers at her, or even acknowledge the Gnawer's presence. She slips out the door without a backward glance.

Despite the anger, Yi closes the door quietly with a click of the latch and deadbolt.

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