We Are Family

7/10/2006

09:51 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (97% full).
It is currently 09:38 Pacific Time on Mon Jul 10 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 60 degrees Fahrenheit (15 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 10 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.97 and steady, and the relative humidity is 66 percent. The dewpoint is 49 degrees Fahrenheit (9 degrees Celsius.)

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.
Contents:
Basil
Obvious exits:
Hallway/Living Room  Back Door  

Sitting in front of the kitchen table in mismatched orange shorts and a black shirt, Basil works on a plate of french toast all by his lonesome. Sat on the table to his right is a hunting rifle with the bolt left open, showing it empty, pointed straight out across the table into the living room. Though he seems relaxed, his face tells of a bit of grumpiness, even as he piles syrup soaked bite after bite of food into his mouth.

The fostern enters by way of the back door, such that anyone in the kitchen can see Yi approaching and gain entrance. She pauses at the sight of Basil and the hunting rifle, then calmly dips her head in greeting before moving herself towards the fridge. The slight limp in her right leg is a bit more pronounced as she moves this time, and she leans a bit more on the open fridge door. "Good smell," she finally notes about the toast with a crack of her Jackaled voice.

Basil freezes up as soon as he sees Yi for the first time in a while, pausing in mid bite, bracing up for a hit that never comes. Or doesn't come yet. "Are you... Ok?" He asks, glancing towards the limp, then back at her. The Ahroun sets his fork down on the plate, and pushes the rest of his food across the table towards Yi.

"This scar," Yi indicates with a soft note towards her leg. The old battlescar. "The walk is good for the body, but makes the leg hurt." She closes the fridge door after extracting a Coke and leans over to sit in a chair. "And Squeaks. Squeaks hurts." Her attempt at a tired joke is passed over in interest at the food. Her fingers get sticky as she breaks off a piece, and nudges the plate back towards the ahroun.

Basil smiles at her after a moment, taking his food back though he refrains from eating anymore. "I know. Masao hurts too. She stabbed me with a fork. We found out she was tainted, maybe from the dreams, or maybe just from being up so long. We got her cleansed. Thomas is going to send someone to the Odeon to get Squeaks cleansed too. Maybe it'll help. It's worth a shot. I hate seeing her like she is now." Basil moves the rifle off the table, leaning it up against the wall. "Read the news? Apparently I'm a terrorist now."

Yi chews away on her piece, face going grim for a few moments after the swallow. "News?" Her question indicates she hasn't read anything of the sort.

Basil nods at Yi. "Some fomor or something tried to bomb a neighborhood. Me and a Fang stopped it, but they had a van packed to the gills with bomb shit. And the Fang let one of the fomor get away. According to Vera and Thomas, the fomor is now happily describing us to police and telling anyone who'll listen about Werewolves."

Yi sits up sharply just at the first keyword. Fomor. The rest of it gets absorbed like a dry sponge to water. "That is why the gun...?" The ragabash indicates the hunting rifle. "Fomor in Kent Crossing..." she adds in, a curse whispered on its tail. "And the Veil?"

"Oh no, carrying this around would be stupid." Basil replies, sounding a bit too cheery as he gestures towards the ceiling with the rifle and sets it down again. "One of them dropped it. What kind of Bone Gnawer would I be if I didn't take valuable things when I had the chance?" He nods at Yi. "They were trying to blow up a house, or houses, I guess. Killed a woman. The Veil?" Basil rolls his shoulders. "Nowhere to put the bodies, no way to make them go away. Mathias tried to steal the van but he couldn't shake the police, I guess. Thomas says the guy he killed had bite marks on it."

Yi grimaces further. You'd think the toast she'd bitten into curdled right there. The ragabash spends a long time in thought, staring at the table top, and then her gaze lifts. "You are sure they meant to bomb the neighborhood?"

Basil rolls his shoulders. "When I came into the fight, one'm was dragging gas and a bag of ammonium nitrate up towards a house. If they were going to use it all on that house, they could have just parked the van nearby, or carried more bags. Looked like they had at least... Oh, twenty, forty, maybe more bags in there."

Yi wets her lips, headshaking slowly. "Need to check again. If the Wyrm has moved to Kent Crossing..." She bites down on her lower lip, mindcogs whirling. "There is something important to remember, Basil." She looks up at him again, dark eyes serious. "You should have let them blow up the house."

"And let them kill people? What good is having this power if I can't even use it to protect people?" Basil replies, frowning a bit at Yi. "I tried to stop them in Homid, but without a gun I couldn't. My knife wasn't big enough to have enough reach, or do enough damage. Maybe." Basil pauses, folding his hands in front of him. "The kids, or at least one of them, seemed to live there. Maybe they didn't get 'infected' there, but in the city. Stupid suburban kids went to the city to score some drugs. Ended up with something that tainted them."

"We are Rat. And we are at war. But we cannot be seen, or known. If a house is blown up, or if some people die, that is the way of things. We try to keep humans from becoming victims, yes, but ours is the Low War. They are not our problem." Yi continues to stare forward. "The Wyrm will find its ways to breed fear and doubt. It will try to make us break our own laws, and expose ourselves before it shows anything in its hand. This is gamble, a risk. If the house had exploded it would have created distraction. It would have created chaos. In that, you could use it to kill quickly, and then hide the evidence in the fire. Then the Veil would be safe." She pauses, head tilting slightly to watch the ahroun.

"But then people would have died anyways, and further fed the Wyrm. I've formed a pack since you were gone, if you haven't heard. One of the goals of the pack is to protect those that can't protect themselves, including humans. I didn't shift to kill them, I shifted because I ended up trapped, and if I didn't, I'd die. Remember when I was a cub and we were talking about explosives? I think I remember you saying something like, there were no acceptable losses. If I'd had a gun, this would have gone differently. If Mathias had a gun too, we'd have been able to kill at least half before they realized what was happening." Basil folds his hands over themselves and looks across the table at Yi. "Too few Garou carry or know how to use human weapons, and what we're left with doesn't do the job either."

Yi grinds her teeth lightly. "I know about your pack," she replies, though her lowered voice comes out more of a hiss. "But you cannot sacrifice the Veil. /That/ is an unacceptable loss. When we talked before, I am sure I meant if /we/ used many explosives where such is not needed, then it would have been unnecessary loss if someone innocent was hurt. But we make our choices. And sometimes it involves sacrifice." At the last word, her voice cracks again and she looks off and down. The can of Coke is finally opened with a soft crack of its own. The Gnawer drinks.

"Then more of us should carry guns so there don't have to be sacrifices made by people that don't even know what's happening. Pistols and stuff like that aren't that expensive. We could teach an arm a good portion of the Garou that spend time in the city." Basil suggests. "I'm looking into getting a gun for myself right now. Hell, some of us could even saw down shotguns from Wal-Mart and use those." Basil rubs at his forehead, then turns his attention back to his food and takes a big bite of it.

Yi claps her drink back down on the table. "Guns are noise. If you want the police to come, you use a gun. I prefer knives, but that is my preference." She looks back up. "I have no problem with guns. If you want to carry, then carry. But do not expect the police... or the streets... to not notice."

"If you wear loose clothes and hide it well, it's not like they're going to notice. People around the Odeon might, but they already avoid us." Basil replies, picking at the remains of his breakfest. "The big problem with a knife is, I can't hit anything further away with it. I can't think of a way to hit anything else beyond my reach."

Yi shrugs. "That is the difference between wielding the two." Eventually she stands again, brushing herself down and finishing the Coke. "I suggest we find a way to keep you safe from jail first. I think... we have both had enough of punishments for some time." Her eyes flick to his chest pointedly before rising again to his face. "Where should I check on Masao?"

"I actually have an idea about that." Basil muses, rising up from his seat. "I'm having Kevin looking into getting me an eye and some hair dye. I have some... Uh, 'unique' clothes in a duffel bag he's also bringing out. If I survive the tire fire, I'll have them dedicated to me. I'll look like a huge fag." Basil grins at her. "Who's ever heard of a faggy terrorist huh? They're all girly and stuff. Oh, and Yi... " He pauses, then bows his head to her. "I'm sorry. But thank you for what you did. Masao is near the 'Moon Pool' thingy, recovering."

"We are family. No matter what happens." Yi nods to the fullmoon's headbow, rounds over and examines the ahroun's features a little more closely. "You should consider long hair. Maybe borrow some of Fred's beard. But just remember to blend in when you can, remember where you are. I will go check on Masao, before going back." Snagging the Coke can, she tosses that into the recycling bin before heading back for the glass door. "Take care of yourself and your pack."

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