Meeting Mick And Chris

7/30/2007

01:48 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (94% full).
It is currently 13:43 Pacific Time on Mon Jul 30 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly sunny today. The temperature is 70 degrees Fahrenheit (21 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northeast at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.12 and falling, and the relative humidity is 43 percent. The dewpoint is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 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 A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall.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:
Mick
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Jun 26)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room  Front Door  STairs  

[look Mick (homid)]
A young teenager of all North-American descent, a city slicker from a city with a capital C. Nearly unremarkable, his shoulder length sandy blonde hair and clear green eyes sometimes tend to attract attention. Less than imposing at 4 foot 9, and weighing in at just a bit over 95 pounds, the youngster goes about his day with an eternal if slightly crooked smile on his face. His accent, though, betrays he's not a west coast local.

A bright and sunny afternoon in Saint Claire, just after lunch time for most people. The smell of food is still in the air in the farmhouse, giving the whole an even cozier atmosphere than usual. However, sitting on the floor in the sitting room, a teenager seems very busy with several metal wires, a bottle of cleaning detergent, springs, a knife, chewing gum and a piece of cheese.

Stepping in from the front door, Yi passingly gives a quick knock to announce her presence before shutting it behind her. The Gnawer heads towards the kitchen, only to pause at the peculiar sight of the unfamiliar teen on the floor with his number of tools and gadgets. The fostern stops, peering curiously, and diverts her path into the same room. "What are you doing?" she queries.

Mick looks up from where he sits, not at all startled that someone came in. This is not the city, after all. "I'm bored. Seriously, seriously bored, and then things like this happen, I'm afraid. Last time it was an aircannon leafblower, this time it's the proverbial better mousetrap. Hi, by the way."

The Gnawer fostern comes closer, looks at everything in the boy's hands. Something in particular gets her though. "Mouse trap?" she repeats slowly, brows lifting and lips pursing.

Mick nods a few times, shaping the metal wires and looping them around the springs, looking up again then. "Yes, the better mouse trap. Why?"

Chris steps in from the porch, closing the front door behind him.

Yi carefully moves towards cub sitting on the floor of the living room, stepping around his project until she's before him. Then she stoops to be at his level, staring him right in the face. "Because, I am not too fond of those that would seek to improve methods of harming my friends," she answers him. "And I would do just about anything to ensure that does not happen."

Mick blinks a few times at Yi, fingers still working to loop the wire around the springs. It dawns upon him after a few moments what she's talking about. "Oh. OH! Right, I see, sorry." Almost offhand, he tosses the entire mess over his shoulder, smiling sheepishly. "End of that project then."

It's at about that point that the door bangs open to reveal Chris, just in time to see Mick tossing aside his latest effort. "Alright, little-dude. What was it this time? Fast breeder reactor made from an orange juicer? Battlesuit made out of bacofoil?" He teases the younger ragabash.

[look Chris (homid)]
A fairly average looking teenager with one notable exception. Chris Moorehead stands about five foot eight and a half, and carries himself somewhat awkwardly. His body is skinny in general, but bears the recent addition of some pretty serious muscle-tone, particularly around the upper body and arms. His hair is very dark brown, his eyes the same colour. Right now he's looking as presentable as he can be bothered to- clad in black jeans, a t-shirt with some obscure metal band's logo on it and a pair of black caterpillar boots. His face is marred with his most distinguishing feature- a scar that could in the right light be called 'dashing' and in the wrong 'horrid' that runs from his left ear down to his jawline, the flesh still pink and freshly healed.

Yi smiles lightly, though it's tighter than it is warm. "Thank you," she tells the young cub. "If you do see a rat or a mouse in the farmhouse, and you feel the need to build such a 'better mouse trap', I only ask that the trap does not kill or hurt them. And that you take them outside to the woods, and release them there. Ok?" It's then that Chris whirls in as unexpected as a tornado, and Yi glances up from her stooped position on the floor in front of Mick. "Hello," she greets the other unfamiliar face.

Mick stands up and stretches out, as if either tired or stiff. "A revolution in mouse trap design. But it was a bit too fatal, I'm afraid, and I just found out not everyone appreciates that. The battlesuit, however, now that's a good idea."

"Mick.. bacofoil isn't so good for protection." Chris points out, before turning to offer a smile towards Yi. "Hello.. I don't know who you are, but I'm sure you're higher up the totem pole than I am.. I'm Chris or Shit-Storm, the other half of the Glass Walker ragabash cubby action-squad. I'll stick a 'rhya' after your name as soon as I know it." He puts his most charming of grins on as he talks.

Yi stands back up as well, herself wincing slightly with a hand pushing against her right leg before she straightens. "My name is Yi," she offers by way of introduction to both. "Called Runs-the-Gauntlet, fostern ragabash of the Bone Gnawers. You might know me. I am currently one of the Guardians on the bawn." She looks from one cub to the other, head tilting up or down from the sheer height difference. It then tilts to the side as she regards the two. "I believe I saw you both at the moot, last time. But your cubnames..." She trails, fingertip tapping against her chin as she tries to remember.

Mick is about to comment on the bacofoil remark when Yi introduces herself, and he takes one step back, nodding respectfully. "Yi-rhya. I'm Michael Henderton, but everyone calls me Mick, myself included. I was given the name Generous, and introduced myself as such at the Moot."

"Oh, my cubname's changed since then anyway. Back then I was Walks-On-Sunshine. To be honest, I think Kevin-rhya just felt embarrassed that I didn't have one and made it up like, the night before the moot. Now I'm Shit-Storm. Kind of killed a shit-demon thing in the safehouse, see.." Chris grins proudly. "Nice to meet you, Yi-Rhya. And please.. don't let my little mad-scientist here get to you." He gives Mick a wink. "'Cause even if he DID finish the mousetrap, given his past form it'd probably either explode or be really, really good at something totally unintended and different from catching rodents."

Yi nods to the both of them, taking a moment to comb a hand through her hair. It pauses at the tips as Chris explains. Her eyes look back down to the abandoned mouse trap. It lingers there. Then, "A 'shit-demon'?" Her eyes flick back up. "In the Walker safehouse?"

Mick gives Chris a look, then a nod to Yi. "Yeah. A few weeks ago. Came up through the toilet, like in most places. My other invention didn't fare too well against it. So this mousetrap would probably be an excellent telescope or something rather than catch mice. It's my curse. If I get bored, I start inventing."

"Yep, like Mick says. Huge great ten foot long regenerating tentacle of pure shit." Chris shudders. "It took quite a bit of killing.. but that wasn't anywhere NEAR as bad as the cleanup afterwards. Ended up having to wash my fur in bleach. Talking of which." He glances at his sweatstained body. "Considering I've just been lifting rocks out front, I'd better go hop in the shower before every lupus in a ten mile radius turns up to rip me apart for messing up the scents.. Later, Mick. Nice meeting you, Yi-Rhya."

Yi stiffens with the mention of demons popping out of toilets. It's a visible reaction, and one she fights actively with by forcing a smile. "Well allow me to congratulate you both on surviving that... problem." Her words peter out for a few split seconds, and she nods to Chris' self-dismissal. "So, Mick, yes?" she adds with a turn back to the other ragabash. "If he's keeping active with lifting rocks, how is it you are bored with all these things? And the books? Chores?"

Mick grins at Chris. "You do have an odor about you man. Worse than that thing that crawled out of the toilet, get rid of it." That done, he gives Yi his undivided attention. "Well, Chris is the one who minds his muscles. I rely on cunning and good reflexes, neither of which are sharpened by lifting rocks. The books I've read and the chores are done. But I could have done all that in a human household, there's nothing here that truly challenges me, I haven't learned a lick in two weeks. Well, aside from your name, the rules of the house and how the roof makes an excellent skating ramp."

"Ahh, so that was you," Yi seems to recognize upon the mention of that skating ramp. "I remember hearing some fuss out here." Then she smirks at the cub, glancing up towards the ceiling. "Have you started naming the knots in the wood upstairs yet?" It's a teasing statement, rather meant to poke fun at the poor cub and display her understanding of his plight. "I have not read most of the books here," she adds with a look around. "They are... difficult for me. But what challenges some does not do for others," she notes with a nod. "Why have you been brought out here then, Glass Walker?"

Mick points upwards, to a knoll in the beam overhead. "I call that one Vinny." Turning more serious again, he just sighs and sits back down. "We came here because one of our cubs, CJ, needed training as a Philodox. We didn't have one at the safehouse. But, of course, miss prima donna didn't want to learn. Now, after being dragged all the way over here, where running water is apparently already a luxury and I'm fairly certain several farmers still practice cannibalism, CJ left the sept. Called her parents, they carted her away. Now, me and Chris, we don't have that luxury because in the eyes of the human law, we're missing. And until our elders tell us it's okay to move back to the city, we're stuck here. Right now, I even think our elders forgot we're here. This place doesn't even have a TV. Yi-rhya, this may sound odd, but I think I'm going into technological withdrawal."

[[ Mick pages to the room: By the by, Mick is dressed like a typical city slicker. Black jacket, dark blue shirt, black cargo slacks, black skating sneakers and a black cap worn backwards. He looks very much like the nephew stuck at his uncle's farm for the summer ;) ]]

Yi glances up at the beam as the knot is pointed out. "Vinny," she considers with a thoughtful echo, and then chuckles softly and looks back down to the cub as he explains. "No, no TV here. No telephone, and I do not think we have a radio here either. This place is a sanctuary from the Weaver, with just the lights here as her influence. There is the Weaver here in this house, in every shaped beam, in every wall, every corner. But I understand. You are used to computers. Used to streets, glass, metal. Perhaps your elders seek to show you more than just ways to use... slices of cheese creatively." She looks down at the piece on the floor. "Instead of mouse traps, how about fish bait?"

Mick bites his tongue, but comes up with a diplomatic answer. "My elders, I believe, saw no way to keep CJ happy so they bent over backwards to accommodate her. Now that she's gone, I think they don't know what to do with the ones who remain, especially because we're both Ragabash. Teach me to influence the stock market. Teach me to hack a security system. But don't try to teach me patience, because aside for inventions I don't have any." The remains of the mousetrap get a thoughtful look. "Fish are attracted to glitters and motion, anything they think is smaller than them and possibly a prey. It might work, with some adjusting. But I've been fishing already. I've done the entire 'outdoors' thing like a good li'l ranger. Somehow it's just not the same if you get lost in a forest and can change into a wolf to spend the night comfortably in the fur, then sniff your way back. Almost feels like cheating. And I, for one, happen to like the weaver. Weaver has cool stuff to play with, cool stuff to use against the Wyrm."

"So," Yi concludes with a small, almost mischievous smile, "you mean to tell me if I challenged you to track me down outside in the woods right now, you would be able to do so? Or, if I asked you to come up with a good prank that would teach your fellow muscle-brained cub, Chris, something that you know and he doesn't about being a ragabash, you could?"

Mick stands up again, clasping his hands behind his back with the same sort of smile plastered on his face. "I have incredible eyesight and quite pronounced sense of smell. Doubly so in my lupus form. I'll have you know I tracked Matt for several hours while he was trying to lose me. As for inventing pranks to play on Chris, I try to avoid it because we work extremely well together. But if you'd challenge me, I'm sure I could come up with a few things that he didn't think of. Like handing out his mobile number to televangelists."

Yi quirks her head, fingers coming up to rub her chin in thought. "What does that show about you knowing about ragabash more than he does? The phone number," she asks curiously. The notes about tracking are not yet remarked on, but she shifts her weight to the other foot.

Mick ahs and smiles a bit wider. "He believes I don't have his phone number. Now, he keeps forgetting that we sleep in the same room, and seems to think I wouldn't stoop to going through his stuff while he sleeps. What I'd show him, is that a good prank seems to be over in a few moments and relies entirely on luck, when in fact it took days or weeks to prepare, and involves a lot of sneaky stuff at the right time."

Yi chuckles then and nods, finding humor to it. The mischievous look doesn't quite disappear either as she leans in slightly, interested in the steps. "Why televangelists?"

Mick grins. "It's the most annoying thing I could think of at the time. Imagine being called every so often and being asked if you've found God, Jesus, Yehova or whatever. How long before he smashes his phone and gets in trouble with the elders for doing that?"

"And, you have a cellphone as well?" Yi inquires further, head quirking the other way. "Out here, that is?" She gestures around the living room, meaning the farmhouse and area. "I would think your elders did not allow for cellphones. Maybe the Glass Walkers are changing again. Like Roach shedding a shell."

Mick pats one of the many pockets in his jacket. "We get a phone for emergencies, in case we run into something we can't, or shouldn't, handle ourselves."

Yi lifts her brows, watching Mick pat his pockets down. "May I?" she queries in the case that he finds it, her hand opening out with palm up.

Mick shrugs. "Sure." and digs out his phone. It's not the most modern piece of equipment out there, but quite functional. Second generation, though, not third. Almost reluctantly, he hands it over to Yi.

Yi plucks the phone out of the other's hand, looking up and down the dialing pad before punching a few numbers into it. Her fingers actually work quite quickly, the number known by rote. And holding it up to her ear, she waits for the number she dialed to pick up. It doesn't take very long. Then she stands there to leave a message. "Basil, it's Yi. If you get this, come see me out where I am. Oh, and you had better not be screwing in my kitchen, or you will wish there were ten foot long regenerating tentacles of pure shit coming out of that bloody toilet. Speaking of which, the WC better be clean when I do return. OK? Good." She takes the phone away and hangs up, offering it back to the cub. "Thank you. That was most helpful."

Mick stands there in half shock when Yi calls Basil with his phone, and accepts it back as soon as it gets handed over. "Yeah, don't mention it... he's going to kill me."

Yi arches her brows at the cub again, smiling faintly. "Kill you? Why would he do that? I only asked to borrow your phone."

Mick puts the phone away, clarifying. "I'm not supposed to call Basil anymore. Him and Kevin don't get along, at the moment, and well... let's just say you just made my life very interesting."

Yi waves a hand dismissively, the smile on her face still there in echo but fading a touch. "Him and Kevin? Why is that?" A beat skips, and the Gnawer's gaze glances back to the items on the floor. "Although I could imagine any number of reasons." The gaze turns back up to the cub. "Made your life interesting? But I didn't call him -- I called my flat, in the city. There's an answering machine there, and hopefully Basil is checking my messages."

Mick ohs and then smiles. "No problems then. But that does mean I now have your phone number, and I know Basil hangs out there."

"He watches it for me, as do the other Bone Gnawers who may visit. The number is known to a few," Yi explains with a shrug. "However." And with that note she leans in and her eyes seek out his. "Do not, ever, mention anything that would hint at the existence of the Garou or our true nature on that machine. If you do? I will show you what the best mousetrap in the world could not hope to achieve in terms of a swift and painful punishment. Understood?"

Mick nods, solemnly. "That answering machine can be heard by people who don't know, don't threaten the veil by saying something stupid in a message." Clearing his throat, he casually mentions "But maybe it wasn't the best of ideas to mention ten foot long regenerating tentacles coming out of the toilet, then..."

Yi smiles back, and straightens up her stance. "That I do not worry about it. That could be the result of a very active imagination. Now if I had mentioned the Black Spiral Dancers that came out from the toilet during that one time..." She trails, eyes lifting ceilingwards in memory for a moment. "Well." Her gaze drops back down. "I suppose you have not heard that story before, have you."

Mick blinks a few times and shakes his head. "Noooooo... ehm. Exactly how safe are the Saint Claire sewers? I'm starting to guess the department of sanitation has had some very strange days..."

Yi's smile gets even fainter, almost nonexistant at the cub's question. "My first act of chiminage for this sept was to scout the sewers here. I have seen... and smelled... and stepped in things I would rather never have, but I have. The sewers? I do not recommend playing Ninja Turtles down there. We have lost Garou to the monsters down below. They are a Blight, corrupted the further you go from Harbor Park. Especially along the river."

Mick looks deadly serious now, taking in the information. "Yeah, I was afraid of that. So, I guess that's where the 'alligator in the sewer' stories come from, huh?"

Rubbing a hand behind her against her neck, Yi breathes out a slow sigh. "Alligators, I have not seen myself. Banes made of pure darkness, electricity spirits tainted by their constant battles that have given up and given in to the Wyrm, monsters made of the flesh and bones of all the dead pets that have been flushed or thrown away by their owners... those. Those I have seen. There was a time when we had the strength to bring the fight below. It is dangerous there, no room to fight in our warforms effectively. And we have tried fire, water, even the light of our own electric lights and Helios the sun. Still, that does not mean the fight is over, does it?" At that last note, she forces another small, resolute smile.

Mick thinks about that, taking a seat in a chair, frowning. "That just means it's time for a new generation to think of a whole new way of dealing with the problem. Our war form is great, but we depend too much on it, really. And we have the veil to consider, so we can't just pop Crinos whenever we like. No, it pays to be prepared for everything, at all times."

Yi remains standing where she is, watching the cub turn in his thought. "No, but there is hispo. There is lupus, if you can stand the smell. There are Glabro and homid hands. Roger, had an idea involving remote control cars and explosives once. That one unfortunately destroyed a good part of the power grid on accident." Still the Gnawer does look a bit amused by the memory. Canting her head, she looks to the cub. "On this note, Michael, I will leave you to think on it. I must be resuming on my patrols on the bawn. If you come up with something, perhaps I will hear of it?"

Mick nods to Yi. "As soon as I think of something, Yi-rhya, I'll let you know. But I'll probably need to take a look down there first to see the situation first hand."

Yi turns, but pauses at what the cub says and takes another quick, deep breath. "Do not, for your safety, go without your elders. There are many ragabash now, but I do not want to think about losing any one else down there just yet." She casts a smile back at the Glass Walker, and then resumes her heading out.

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