Wyld vs. Weaver vs. Garou
8/13/2007
11:21 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (0% full).
It is currently 11:16 Pacific Time on Mon Aug 13 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly sunny today. The temperature is 64 degrees Fahrenheit (17 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northeast at 6 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.16 and steady, and the relative humidity is 67 percent. The dewpoint is 53 degrees Fahrenheit (11 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:
Matt
Morgan
Saul
Obvious exits:
Hallway/Living Room Back Door
[look Morgan (homid)]
Her hair is red, not the carrot top redness that is more common, but a dark auburn. It's chin-length now, and that looks to be a recent change--though given the unevenness of the cut, it's possible she did that herself. Her face is well-shaped, with pronounced cheekbones and, shock of shocks, a few freckles have begun to show. Her eyes are a muddy sort of green, almost hazel but not quite.
Her clothing is rather ill fitting. A pair of jeans that have begun to show her ankles thanks to her new height, some worn sneakers, and an old faded t-shirt. Over this however, and even during the warm days, she almost constantly wears a somewhat oversized, very raggy coat that looks like it would be more suited to a hobo costume than that of a young teenaged girl.
The farmhouse kitchen smells like fresh coffee brew, as the quiet trickling of dark brown java provides a minor background addition to the silence. Yi has seated herself on a kitchen table chair, sipping lightly at a steaming mug and idly reading the announcement post-its stuck on the refrigerator door.
Now here's a face that has been all but entirely absent from the Farmhouse for some time. For once it's not miserably hot (or at least, not miserably hot for those who lurk year round in slightly-too-large coats), so Morgan doesn't look uncomfortable at all as she slides open the glass door and slips in--nose first of course. Coffee smell, mmm. Of course, she nearly trips on the step, so her entry is hardly as quiet and unobtrusive as it might be.
Matt makes his way into the kitchen, giving a cheerful wave good morning as he eyes the fridge and pantry, pondering what to eat for breakfast. After a few moments, he instead seems to pick on getting some fruit, as he grabs an apple and quickly takes a bite into it.
The sliding glass door in the back of the kitchen opens and Saul steps into the kitchen. His shirt damp with sweat and hair sticking to his face, the boy gives a brief wave to those in the kitchen before heading towards the cupboards.
Yi, with her back mostly to the kitchen door, turns as it slides open. The surprise on her face at seeing Morgan comes more from a sense of initial non-recognition and alarm, but quickly recovers from it. Her coffee mug sets down, and the fostern stands. "Morgan?" she manages to get out just before Matt steps into the kitchen, drawing the no-moon's gaze his way for a brief second or two, and then back to the Fianna. "Where have you been?" she asks the metis lightly. And as Saul steps in, she nods to him as well.
Morgan's lips compress and thin a few times, mostly in reaction to the entrance of the two boys, the first of which is clearly unfamiliar to her. She eyes Matt warily for a moment, before her gaze flicks to Yi. "Grotto," is her reply, though she says as though she should be feeling slightly guilty over the matter. "Sometimes pack's territory."
Matt looks at Morgan, and gives a warm smile to her, before he continues to munch happily on the apple. "Grotto?" he asks simply, finding a nice place to sit in the kitchen. "Heya Saul."
Saul has filled a glass with water and taken a leaning spot against the side of the counter. He raises an eyebrow at Matt but does not respond, staying out of the conversation for the moment.
Ahh, adolescence. The time of awkwardness and gangly limbs. This is clearly true for this girl, as it looks as though she's begun to put on some considerable height only in the past little while. She's whipcord thin, but any evidence in the past of poor diet or lack of food has been replaced by tight, toned muscle.
Yi ahs softly in response to the metis' answer, nodding slowly. "It is a little lonely out on the bawn, not seeing you there. Squeaks-Like-A-Rat is out there now too, you know?" The ragabash gives Morgan a smile, turning to the boys after. "Have you two met Morgan?"
Saul nods to Yi, "A couple of times now." He turns towards the Metis, giving her a short bow, "Good to see you again."
Morgan looks toward the boys as Yi does, though her attention is obviously more on Yi's words. Her ears turn a slightly darker shade of pink. "Squeaks-Like-A-Rat is on the bawn?" Look. LOOK. It's a complete, grammatical sentence! It sounds slow and stilted, as if the metis were having to go over those pesky 'the's' and 'is's' in her mind carefully before actually saying them. She just looks at Saul, and she finally settles for a "Hello," before looking toward Matt and shaking her head.
Matt shakes his head, "I'm afraid not? A pleasure to meet you Morgan-Rhya." extending a hand as he takes another bite from his apple. He pauses a moment, "Oh! Right! I'm Matt, Lost-and-Found, Galliard Fianna Cub."
Yi does in fact notice, as evidenced by the arching of her brows and the quirk of her lip corners upwards. She nods again to confirm the fact. "Olga and Kaz brought her here a few days ago. She does need the fresh air." Gradually, the Gnawer eases back into her chair from before to sip again at the coffee left upon the table. "There's coffee, if you would like some," she announces to all three. Her hand motions towards the Mr. Coffee sitting there on the countertop.
Morgan doesn't seem to know what to do with her own hands as she eyes the one Matt offers as if it were an alien being come down from Mars. To the rest of his words, she's a bit more successful. "Morgan Whelan, Song-of-Luna, Fianna Galliard Metis Cliath. Um," her mouth twitches a bit. "Member of Vendetta pack. The Grotto is Fianna place."
Saul gives Yi another nod and fishes a mug out of the cabinets before refilling his glass of water. Filling the mug with coffee he takes both to the table and finds himself a seat.
Matt grins, and after a moment, takes his hand back, "Well, fancy that, this is a good morning." he just smiles happily, "Another Fianna, and a Galliard to boot." he just smiles happily to Morgan, "Can I go to the Grotto some time? Probably need to get Cole-rhya's permission first though."
Yi looks puzzled at Matt, but otherwise doesn't comment on his query to his elder. She gives Saul another small nod as he comes to the table, asking, "How is it?" In relation to the coffee.
"Metis," Morgan repeats, with an obviously uncomfortable shift of weight, as if she weren't terribly at ease with how that word seems to have not touched Matt. "Grotto is not on the bawn, so ask Cole-rhya when you want to see it. It...is...Fianna place. Ours."
Saul takes a sip of the coffee, then shakes his head. "It's no use. I've no taste for it. I don't know what good coffee tastes like, so I can't even tell." The boy grimaces, raising his eyes from the mug to the Gnawer, "Any decent coffee places in the city? I know there's none in Kent Crossing."
Matt ahhs, and gives a nod, "I will. And, okay, Metis. Kaz-Rhya is Metis too. She's a good galliard." he looks to the coffee, "Don't think I've ever had coffee..." as he goes to get some for himself.
Yi gestures towards herself with her free hand. "I am Bone Gnawer. You think /I/ know good coffee?" she asks rhetorically, but amusedly. "But, good coffee is... smooth. The taste, it does not turn sour in your mouth. And it should not be too thin, and taste like water either. The important thing about good coffee? That you do not want to spit it out when you drink it." Nevermind the taste testers and quality checkers. Looking back over at Morgan for a moment, the ragabash looks at her with this impressed expression.
Morgan apparently doesn't miss that, as her ears turn a decidedly even darker shade. She does, however, seem pleased with herself, in spite of her nervousness. As for the metis thing--she lets it go, though not without a last frown at Matt. "Yes, Ears-rhya is a very good Galliard."
Saul shrugs and shoots a glance over his shoulder at the rest of the kitchen before taking another sip. "Suppose it doesn't really matter. Somehow I don't think coffee shops are that popular of a meeting place for us folks. A bit too... erm. Elitist?"
Matt pours himself a small mug of coffee, before returning to his seat and sniffing it a few times, the cub pausing again before he tilts his back and takes a sip. His eyes shoot up wide as he glances at Yi from behind the mug.
The Gnawer fostern scoots her chair at the kitchen table over a touch, allowing access to the others on her side. A gesture from Yi invites Morgan to join her and the two cubs there. With the smell of coffee wafting throughout the farmhouse kitchen, it's all in all, almost a quaint scene. Almost. "Coffee shops have people," she replies to Saul. "People and Garou, in large numbers of both, is not always a good thing, as you know. But I have not turned down coffee shops as a good place to meet Kinfolk. It does force you to be on good behavior." Matt's wide-eyed glance gets a responding one, the no-moon tilting her head at him with a silent, querying 'Hm?' look.
Morgan considers the table, and the chairs, and the coffee, but ends up declining all three in favor of the floor. She plops herself down cross-legged, hands on her ankles. The subsequent need to crane her neck up to see anyone doesn't seem to be an issue for her.
Saul glances at Matt and raises an eyebrow as he takes a deep drink from his water. When he speaks, however, it is to the Gnawer, "Well you know. I think I'll stay away from them for the time being. No need to press my luck with the whole 'being nice' thing."
Matt looks over to Yi after a moment, having stoped drinking it as he quickly licks the inside of his mouth, as if trying to get the taste out. "You..actually drink this stuff?" Of course, drinking it black isn't the tasty way of drinking coffee.
The back door slides open to admit Salee. And her ever-present violin. The Ragabash peers around the kitchen for a moment before she smiles and waves at those gathered around. She spots the carafe on the counter. "Oooh! Coffee! Mind if I have some?"
Bootsteps on the porch announce the arrival of someone just moments before the door opens in the living room. At that point, the song Cole is singing does a far better job of the same thing. He seems to be in the middle of belting out a lusty chorus of Fairytale of New York. "You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut on junk!" The Galliard peers into the kitchen, looking somewhat surprised at the gathering there. "Well hey now."
Shortly after Salee enters, a strange sight arrives into the kitchen by the same route. Chris is currently in homid, but frankly looks like an utter nightmare. Huge swathes of his body are burned black, while slowly healing wounds are scattered across his entire form. Even his head hasn't escaped the treatment- the boy looks like a black-and-white minstrel who couldn't be bothered to go all the way with the makeup. He limps in, head held low. "We got any milk or anything?" He asks in a tired, strained voice. "Was feeling kinda lonely and thirsty."
Rrrgh, /people/. Morgan skitters back up to her feet as Salee enters, followed by Chris. Cole's entry seems to make her more nervous, not less, and she eyes the lot of them the way a mouse might an oncoming horde of cats. Her shoulders are hunched nearly to her ears, and she clings to that raggy, oversized, out of place coat like a security blanket.
Matt eyes Yi a moment longer, before Cole gets his attention, quickly standing from his meal of an apple and coffee, he says "Cole-Rhya!" with a happy grin, though the grin dosn't last long when Chris comes in. "...Chris!" the cub already springing to action as he rushes over to try and help the cub.
Yi doesn't seem to be bothered by the taste of black coffee herself, shrugging at Matt as she too stands - but to refill her mug. Salee's entrance gets a quick 'go ahead' motion to the Mr. Coffee, the Gnawer looking down to check those coffee levels. And then with Chris and Cole, the latter gets a wave and the former... gets a stare. "What happened to you?" she asks a little more bluntly than she normally speaks, partially from sheer surprise at the cub's half-black head.
"Holy shit! What the -hell- happened to you, kid?" The surprise in Cole's voice evaporates the smile to his two tribemates and Yi. Apparently trying to outdo Yi in the bluntness department.
Saul looks over his shoulder as the room quickly fills, then rises to his feet, draining his mug in one draught. "Well, didn't this just become a party." He moves to the sink and sets the mug on the counter nearby, then walks to the stove and takes a lean mostly out of the way. His eyes stay on Chris and the commotion surrounding him.
Salee has just about reached for the coffee when she sees Chris. She gasps and her violin case goes clattering to the floor. "Omigosh!" She takes a step toward him, but decides to let the others handle it.
"Well, we sort of went into the Umbra. I didn't know it was quite so full of nasty, burny freaky shit. Mick and Kevin both copped some of the same shit." The boy limps across to the table and pulls out a chair, lowering himself into it carefully. "Hell, Mick's looking freakier than I am.. but at least his entire body's a matching shade. Me, I look like a bad racist joke or the aftermath of an explosion at the dye-works." He sighs and leans his head back with a groan. "Fuck, it hurts. And the really worrying thing is- now I've gone black, will I ever go back?"
Entering the kitchen about two minutes after Chris is an apparition that seems to come straight out of 'the invisible man'. Dressed in his usual street clothes, cap pulled deep over his eyes and wearing a pair of sunglasses to obscure most of his face, the visage is entirely finished off by the large black scarf wrapped around his lower face. Only Mick's hands aren't covered, entirely black, looking as if they sustained third degree burns. Limping slowly, voice gravely, he tries to avoid eye contact with anyone in the room. "Is there any milk left?"
Morgan says nothing. Nothing at all. In fact she looks as though she'd prefer it very much if she could sink into the floor right now, as the kitchen is clearly getting far, far too crowded for her tastes. The metis huddles in her coat and pretends like she's invisible.
Matt meeps when Mick comes in, and moment later already has two cups and a jug of milk in his hands, quickly pouring some milk for the both of them. He quickly offers them both a mug each.
Yi sets her coffee down and to a side as she takes in Chris' peculiar appearance with a further creasing brow. Salee's dropping violin case, though, is what gets her attention with its proximity and the fostern's free hand shoots out to grab the case before it drops completely to the floor. Just the heavier end strikes the floor with a hard clack, and the Gnawer winces before lifting the case back up to hand to Salee. She can't help but eye both Walker cubs, however, especially Mick.
Cole winces at the sound of the falling instrument as well. "Care to expand on that, you two? What the hell got you, exactly?" The Galliard gestures toward Morgan, beckoning her closer. "I'm sure three Galliards here want to know what's up."
At Mick's entrance, Saul raises his right hand to cover his mouth, eyes reflective and unreadable. He watches Matt rush to serve the pair with his hand still raised, only lowering it when Cole begins to question the pair. When he does his mouth is set in a straight line. He tips his head to the right, curiosity obvious on his face.
Salee takes back her precious instrument and hugs it to her chest this time, quietly saying a thank-you to Yi as she does. "Jack wasn't kidding when he said the Umbra was bad news," she utters dumbly with wide-eyed astonishment. Coffee is abandoned for the spectacle that is Chris and Mick.
"Well, like I said. WE took a wee trip into the umbra. Kevin-rhya wanted to give Mick a taste of it, and stuff." Chris shrugs. "We ran into all sorts of lovely things. Like a fuckin' weaver spirit and a horde of pissed off wyldlings, just inside the caern. Then things got a wee bit crazy." He shudders at the memory of the burning, searing pain. "We killed the weaver thing though- but it was the wyldlings that really did a number on us. They were fucking mental, I'm elling you." He takes a long pull at his milk, hissing slightly as it passes charred lips, but savouring the cool smoothness of it.
Mick takes the mug of milk in both hands, slightly clumsy. He elaborates on the story. "We found a Weaver spirit, near the Caern. At first we didn't know what it was. Then we figured out how it communicated, and it said..." he tries to take a sip of the milk, only then realising he's still wearing that scarf. Rather than take it off, he just continues talking. "It said it was going to drain the Caern. Or draw from it, and come back until it was empty. Chris, Kevin-rhya and me fought it. There were Wyld spirits nearby, things got chaotic, we were attacked by the Weaver and the Wyld spirits. Killed the Weaver thing before it could reach the Caern."
Morgan twitches a little, but beyond that, she doesn't change at all. She doesn't look terribly eager for the story, in spite of Cole's words--though she does, it may be noted, listen intently regardless when the cubs start explaining.
Matt meeps softly, and is ready with more milk for the two, when they want it. He glances to Cole, before he says "Cole-Rhya...I don't think I'm ready for the umbra yet then. Maybe in a month, things might be different?"
Yi looks increasingly alarmed by the story explained by the cubs. "A /Weaver/ spirit," she echoes thinly, almost missing Salee's thank you. The fostern Gnawer looks over to Cole, and then back to the cubs. With a deep frown, she moves to set her mug in the sink and starts for the glass door again. "I should return to the bawn," announces the ragabash abruptly. "Take care of yourselves. Oh. Cole, please make sure that news gets to anyone on the bawn about this? I should find Jamethon or Reggie."
Cole returns Yi's concerned look. "Yeah, I'll be sure to do that. Be careful, Yi. Wyld spirits don't exactly have a history of being our bestest buds ever." Matt's comment gets a somewhat tired smile. "No Umbra until Luna's showing us more of her face anyway. Alot more, if there's shit going down on the Bawn." He looks off into the distance as he addresses the others. "Morgan, tell your pack what you've heard today, and anyone else who will listen. Matt, spread the news as well to people you happen to come across. I'll let my pack know and go searching the Bawn for ears that haven't heard yet." The Walker cubs are regarded with sympathy. "You did good telling us, and getting rid of the Spider Bitch's little pet."
Saul listens to the story with obvious interest, then shakes his head. He does not comment, however, just looks... disturbed.
Salee clumsily sets her violin case in the counter before finally pouring herself her coffee. She also remains silent, just listening and observing. Green eyes glance around to gauge the expressions of the others gathered, looking somewhat nervous herself.
At the congratulations on ridding the caern of the weaver spirit, Chris throws Mick a short glance but says no more. He just chugs his refilled glass of milk, and takes a few deep breaths. "I thought that the wyld was supposed to be, you know, OUR force. Why the hell were the wyldlings out to get us?" He asks of the room in general.
Mick takes a seat and puts down the mug. Staring nigh directly ahead, even despite the praise, he starts to take off the scarf and cap. Even the sunglasses come off. And only now is it obvious what the spirits have done to him. Mick has turned entirely monochromatic, black all over. This includes his irises, though the white of his eyeballs has only turned a dark grey. "I wish I could have saved that spirit somehow."
Morgan nods very slightly to Cole, though she mumbles, half apologetic, "If Kevin-rhya was there, then he already knows." Whoa, what's this? Near complete sentences? She's a bit slow and jerky on the extra words, but they're there, all the same.
Matt glances to Cole, and gives a quick nod. "Yes Cole-Rhya, I will do that. Do you want me to stay at the farmhouse for the next few days and fill in anyone who comes by? Or do you want me on the bawn spreading the news?"
Yi lingers long enough just to observe Mick's reveal of his blackened state. And then with a nod to Cole, the Gnawer slides open the back door and sees herself out. She pauses just long enough to poke her head back in and eye the two Walker cubs one last time, and then the door shuts and she really trots off back for the woods.
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