Reggie Returns, Failed

6/9/2006

03:25 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (89% full).
It is currently 15:14 Pacific Time on Fri Jun 9 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 55 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.10 and steady, and the relative humidity is 82 percent. The dewpoint is 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius.)

Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.
Contents:
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: May 28)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room  Front Door  STairs  

Fresh out of the shower and wearing a set of warmups dug out of the spare clothing box in the attic, Yi towels away at her hair. She sits upon one of the floor pillows grabbed from the corner, the living room and hallway entrance kept within her peripheral vision. An array of throwing knives are also laid out in front of her on a small towel.

The backdoor rattles as Reggie slides it open and enters the house. His heavy bootsteps shake the floor, as he pauses at the threshold, then treads over to the refrigerator, and the click of a fridge magnet being moved and replaced on the fridge resounds. The hefty Uktena walks to the hallway, sticking his head through the doorways to find who else is in the house, and he appears in the living room, a note from the refrigerator in hand. "Hey!", he announces.

Yi looks up at the sound of the door and heavy bootsteps. Before the Uktena reaches the hallway entrance to the living room, the Gnawer strays a hand down to her knives. When it's Reggie's face that appears, though, she only picks up the knife to use a towel to wipe it off. Her head nods, greeting him in silence.

The hefty Uktena thrusts forward the note towards Yi, "Been looking for you--and what's this? No chores outdoors?" He waves about the note too much for it to be read, although its colorful pencil lines shown easily on the paper, "I was gonna grill some burgers over charcoal, and that's got to be outside--what's with this no outdoors thing? A week ago it was March, St. Patrick's day, and now I find this!"

"It is June," Yi finally speaks after looking at the note for some time. Though her voice is quiet in volume, it is harsh on the ears. There's no mistaking what it sounds like - the Jackal's Voice, and annoyingly whiny, for one. "There are Black Spiral Dancers around." The knife being polished is set down.

"I know it's June!", Reggie snaps, "It was March!" The note crumbles in Reggie's clenched fist as both the timbre of Yi's voice, and the contents, sink in. "The fuck?", he forces out through a throttled whisper, then he bursts into full volume, "The motherfuckers found here? Fuck!" He winds up his mangled arm and throws the note. The paper, in spite of the strength behind the throw, flutters off only a few feet and falls to the ground. "It must have been that cub of theirs! That Becky girl!"

There is a quick wince and defensive grasp of the towel around her neck, as Yi waits for the ahroun's accusation to sit in the air. In contrast though, the ragabash shakes her head in disagreement. She doesn't speak again, though, instead looking upon the Uktena somewhat placidly.

The Uktena finds the ceiling too low as he shakes both fists in agitation, and turns his glare on the ceiling as he slowly lowers his fists, still clenched tightly. "How many are there?", he urgently inquires of Yi. "Have they taken her back?"

"Six and some," Yi says after another moment, again trying to keep her voice as controlled as possible under the punishment rite's effects. "And no. The cub of the Uktena," she says pointedly, "is nowhere near the Dancers." Her eyes lift to meet the ahroun's.

"Six", Reggie hisses, as he cringes, either from the number or from the painful pitch of Yi's voice. "is six too many. And if they have not taken her, she can not have told them much. Yet." He clasps his hands to his scarred face, as he rolls out a "Gaaaaah", and stumbles, ending awkwardly on his knees, on the other side of the knives across from Yi, hands still on his face. "It was March!" He lowers his hands, clasping the scarred hand in his good one. "Three--I have found three students, Cliaths full moons all, and trained them, taught each an Ahroun gift."

Yi kind of stares, almost startled with the collapse of the man much larger than her to nearly kowtowing right in her face. The Gnawer blinks a couple of times and pulls herself back together, trying to appear not too disturbed.

Reggie rocks backwards from his knees, landing his rump on the floor. The crumpled piece of paper is trapped underneath his mass. His mangled hand tenses again, rising from the cradling hand, then lands back in the cradling hand with a thump, as he fidgets while waiting for Yi. "Say something!"

"What do you want me to say?" Yi asks with her brows lifting and falling. Then she sighs - that sound at least, is normal. "You did not finish the challenge, Reggie."

Reggie's hands part, and he lifts them towards Yi, before letting them fall, crossing them, and clenching his arms in a desperate self-hug. "It was March", he starts, words disjointed. "Coyote. A warning of a fetish that would fall to the Wyrm. I couldn't let that happen. Or ignore it. Five of us heard the warning. We went to find this fetish, and we were less than a day--a day that went from March to June." He shivers. "I have missed months, months that saw the Dancers come back here, that saw the Lost finale come and go, that saw spring appear and finish, replaced by summer."

It's stirring to listen to the Uktena's lament, but Yi shakes her head again. "Coyote plays his jokes not without reason," she offers, tone cracking with irregularity. "Have you seen your tribemates yet?" she asks instead afterwards, dangling the subject as a distraction.

Reggie continues shivering, although his wolfskins must ensure he's more than warm, particularly during these balmy days of June. "Coyote--", he mumbles, "Yuh. Something else I'm looking for--". He slowly unfolds his arms, and braces his hands on his folded legs, his arms holding up his weight as he tilts forward, his eyes appearing dazed, and he tries speaking again. "I'm looking for a pack. I can follow and I can fight, and even both at the same time, even if I can't count months."

Yi smiles a little lamely afterwards, but reminds him. "Your tribemates, Reggie. Do not forget about them." Then she sits back, coming a hand through her hair, contemplating on the subject at hand. "There are a couple, new ones. V... Vendetta, is one. Wildfire, the other."

Reggie drops his eyes down, studying the knives spread out on the floor, and one of his hands slides forward to prod the point of one with a fingertip. "I do not. I met and saw Ayita, here--but--", he grimaces, "--there was a mess going on, and she cannot have had a good opinion--", and his face clears into a hopeful look. "--maybe she will stay? Vendetta and Wildfire--hm. Good names. Strong names."

"Ayita?" Yi clears her throat as her question turns into a crackled garble. The ragabash sighs and eventually stands, gathering up her things. "You can find them. Kaz, Basil and Kevin are in Vendetta, Raccoon is their guide. Wildfire is Wyvern's, and I heard there are many in that one." Carefully modulating her pitch, she speaks slowly. "I wish you luck, Reggie. See Jacinta, if you wish to fight the Dancers."

Reggie slowly pulls himself to a stand, stretching the crinks out of his knees, "Her?", he asks sharply. "Perhaps she has become easier to find than during last year. I will have to work on my tracking skills. Many people to go find." He grimaces, as his leg starts to cramp, and he shakes his foot. "And not enough time for it all", he slaps the wall with his hand on the beat of 'time', as he jolts out of the room towards the front door, and out of the house.

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