Helping Those Who Can't

1/30/2009

10:48 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (34% full).
It is currently 22:46 Pacific Time on Fri Jan 30 2009.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 41 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the west at 10 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.37 and rising, and the relative humidity is 67 percent. The dewpoint is 31 degrees Fahrenheit (0 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:
Masao
Sean
Obvious exits:
Upstairs  THeatre  Street

[look Sean (homid)]
A young boy verging on becoming a young man, Sean's visage displays a nearly timeless youth with smooth and pale porcelain skin, thin lips, and expressive clear blue eyes. His hair is in stark black contrast to his flesh, often in a mess of slightly unkempt strays that ducktail from his part and hang over his ears, but seem to just barely lack the reach to cover his eyes. He defaults to a calm, contemplative gaze, and rarely shows extremes of enthusiasm, sometimes shy and aloof. If not for the blush which often shows so easily through his snowy skin he'd seem almost cool to the touch. He's easy to look upon, in a way that speaks of innocence. Though the symmetry of his face, the strength of his chin and the piercing quality of his eyes borders on handsome masculinity, it's more the beauty of a child.
His frame is rather light and athletic at 5'7", but of late he rounded out and defined his muscles some, discarding skinny frailty for something more substantial. His state of dress is a dark t-shirt under a lighter colored button up long sleeved shirt, and a black denim zip up jacket with gold buttons. His pants are well fitting, yet casual, nearly black dark blue jeans, and his shoes are black high top converse. In colder weather he also wears a black Beanie and pair of black wool gloves. A chain hangs loosely around his neck holding a silver colored, heart-shaped pendant.

[look Masao (homid)]
Barely standing 4'2" or 4'3", this young person's body is slim, pale, and only vaguely feminine in the faint rounding at hip and bust. Wan skin has a faint yellowish cast, the former speaking to lack of sunlight while the latter hints at possible Asian blood. Prominent, high cheekbones and delicate features offset slanted eyes of a very dark hazel-green that glints brown in the light. A bit of shadowing around the eyes lends a impish look to features that are hard to pin an age on; teen at best, but only a line here or there alludes to more years. Slender limbs and extremities lend a deceptively fragile air that's belied by a wary demeanor. Shockingly pale blonde hair, nearly white in shade, is pulled up sharply into a pair of ponytails in back while the front is left to be shaggy and uneven around her eyes.
A short-sleeved shirt, its color a dingy shade that might have once been hot pink, sits loosely on her torso with room to spare. Underneath is a dingy once-white shirt, its long sleeves gone a bit ragged at the cuffs. Dark jeans with faded thighs and ripped up knees cover her legs with a thick gray-brown rope strung as a belt. For the moment she has decent fitting, if torn-up, sneakers that are a grungy shade of gray.

The days and nights have been filled with an inconsistent sound as Yi's been working on prying up coins in the upper lounge. As promised to Olga, she hasn't touched the lobby in the slightest. The ragabash is on her way back down the creaky set of spiral stairs to dump some broken up concrete into a trash can whose holed lid serves as a sieve for any coins missed in the process. Covered in concrete powder, she wipes off her brow as she shakes the contents with one hand and holds the lantern that lights the darkness of the lobby in her vicinity in the other.

Sean pushes into the odeon quietly but somehow careless too, eyes down as he slips in and just leans his way through the door. He rolls his neck around tiredly once inside and blinks his eyes, turning to the sound of falling coins. He walks around the counter to the lobby stairs and looks at Yi curiously. "Hey Yi.", he says to her, vaguely familiar, and walks over slowly.

The door jangles slightly as Masao's shoulder meets it, keeping it from closing entirely before she can get inside. Both of the small Gnawer's arms clutch a weighted plastic bag closely to her. Once inside, she leans back on the door to make sure it closes after her and blinks into the light. "Hi! Um..." she glances between Sean and Yi briefly and smiles, "Friendly neighborhood drink delivery?"

Yi looks up at the sound of the footsteps and door moving, hearing Sean's voice first. "Ah, Sean. Decided to come sleep at the Odeon tonight?" she inquires, setting the lid back onto the can and the lantern upon it. The fostern is amidst adjusting the jacket tied around her waist and the crowbar hooked onto it when Masao comes in as well. "Masao!" brightens the ragabash considerably and waves the smaller ragabash over.

Finding himself caught in the middle of an impromptu gathering, Sean turns back and forth between the two ragabash and smiles lightly. "Yeah I... well... I really need to finish learning a rite from Olga by the moot." he explains slightly awkwardly, then he asks, "Is she here?" He steps into the lantern light, then turns to look back at Masao, squinting. He realizes his body is blocking the light from her, and steps aside to shift his massive shadow away. "Oh, hey!" he says, with mild surprise, then asks, sounding slightly befuddled, "What are you delivering?"

"Cold, wet, and fizzy?" Masao replies brightly to Sean as she moves closer towards Yi and her lantern. "Word got 'round about whatcha doin' in here so I pooled what I had." Shifting her hands so she can hold the bag out before her, she spreads it open to reveal contents of about three or four slightly dented (but leak-free!) cans of various sodas.

Yi tilts her head curiously at Sean. "Olga is not here at the moment, no. Or if she is... well she is probably asleep," replies the ragabash, "And we all know how she does not like being disturbed in her sleep." Her lip corners turn up briefly then shift to a half-serious note of, "But she could be out on the bawn watching Squeaks." The bringing of drinks earns Masao a much grateful "Thanks!" Peering down into the bag, she selects one of the cola cans. In return, however, Yi fishes in her pocket from which sounds much change, and extracts a couple of quarters to pass over to Masao.

Sean smiles at Masao and looks at her sodas with a nod. "That's one way to help." he replies with an approving smile. "Not a bad way." The gnawer turns back to Yi and steps around the trashcan, looking at it curiously. "So... what are you doing Yi? You know anything about these coins? Like... how it's even possible they showed up here? It's almost an improvement but... kind of creepy too, can't say I'd know whether we should leave em or take them down myself. Not sure whether it's a compliment or a joke..." He watches the exchange with a light smile, then holds the lantern as he peeks into the trashcan curiously.

Masao's eyebrows go up in surprise, obviously not having expected anything in return for her effort. "Ooh, thanks!" she says, tucking the quarters into one of her pockets with a bit of a flush to her cheeks. Then she takes a moment to look around the lobby more completely. "It is kinda creepy... but kinda pretty, too."

The trash can's contents are simply concrete. Chunks and pieces of concrete, concrete powder... maybe a missed coin in there somewhere. Maybe. Yi's answer to the philodox is a shrug. "I say the same as I said to Olga. Whoever, or whatever did this... I do not know. But somebody did, and whoever did knows about us. I have not found any booty traps though," she muses, "so maybe they mean no harm. For now, I call the culprit, 'Casper'." She nods to Masao as well, agreeing, "Olga wanted to leave the lobby this way. She said at least it would make whoever wanted to come in here and mess around think that we were 'crazy fucks'." Her accent only makes the slang more humorous and emphatic all at once.

Sean nods at Masao and looks at the walls contemplatively. "It really is cool looking. And impressive. The coordination and effort to pull it off makes me feel bad about taking it down. But the creepy part is not knowing who did it, or why, or what it means." He peers back into the trashcan, moving the lantern to illuminate it's dark insides. "I was thinking of all kinds of things. Getting Jesse in here to look for fints. Trying to count them all and see if the number meant anything, amount of each kind of coin, how much money it added up to, the dates, special coins... I don't know, some connection. But that feels like it probably would be over thinking it."

Masao giggles a little, reaching out a hand to brush fingertips over some of the coins. "Casper. I can go for that. Besides, all the crazy shit this place has seen in its time... lends it a little more... I dunno. Class?" She pauses, fingers spread between a quarter and a dime, and shrugs. "For all that it's really weird... the old place doesn't, well, -feel- any different."

Yi's puzzled look increases at Sean, and she moves to peer over into the can as he does. "Jesse? Fints?" The two words are repeated with unfamiliarity, the ragabash looking with askance to him for explanation. Slowly she eases herself down onto the concrete and coin covered floor beside the can. "The Shadow seems to be the same, but another check when the moon is bigger should not be out of order. But I liked the lounge better when it was shag carpet floor." The crack of her soda is quiet.

Sean listens to Masao, and smiles, slipping the lid back on when she's done giving the coins her own inspection. He raises his eyebrows to Yi, and then smirks self conciously. "Oh uh... fingerprints I mean. Jesse's a cop. Kin cop. She's helped me with stuff like that before." He scuffs the ground with his foot. "You're right messing with the carpet was a bit of a travesty." he says forlornly. "You can't sleep nearly as well on this..."

"All the blankets in the world don't got a chance in making this comfy." Masao says while toeing the floor critically, slipping the bag to one hand so she can point to the theatre doors with the other. "S'good I don't keep nothin' important in my nest here."

Yi ahs softly and gives a little sigh. "I am very behind on times," laments the no-moon in a bit of overdramatics. And not one to sit on the hard concrete floor for long, she pushes back up to her feet. "I heard there was work being done in the sewers again. Is that true?"

Sean :smiles and nods his head at Yi. "Well, by the same coin you both have been around longer than I have so you have more times to keep up on in the first place. You have times I don't." He grins slightly at that. "Yeah, there's sewer work being done. I'm hoping to help with it. Olga and Basil are in."

Masao moves her hand to the business of ruffling one of her ponytails idly. "Yeah. Fidelity did some pokin' down below. Haven't gone -too- far in, but we did clear out a little bit." She fails to suppress a small shiver and purses her lips, glancing up at Sean. "Bring fire. Even if all you've got is some cheap booze and a match."

Yi frowns as the state of the sewers is addressed. "But if you bring fire, beware of the gas lines. The last time we went down there, quite a few of us came out with crispy bald heads and half the city was out of power for days." Her hand rubs at her chin in thought. "And Quentin is working on the park... I wonder where this ragabash could slip herself in, hm?"

Sean bites his lips and looks back and forth between the two ragabash. "Is the fire good for killing things down there? Like... would a torch work?" He widens his eyes slightly with a look of caution. "You could probably help at the park Yi. Quentin said he wants low rage people so as not to scare off any humans working on it. He's got his thumbs in other pies too though. I guess there's something happening with the zoo, tainted zoo or something. I don't know. No one informs me, I just overhear things now and then. We might have mage problems even."

Masao's fingers pause in her hair, eyes canting upwards at the shagginess of it before letting go. "Yeah... good point. At the time, though, we were more concerned with slime and leeches. Not the bitey-bitey kind, either." Then she listens intently to the bits about the park, expression inquisitive.

Yi arches a brow at Sean, a half smile quirking up on her features. "'Low rage people' is not what I am, unfortunately, but I try. And I did speak with him about the zoo, yes. Which, if you two are thinking of scouting Umbrally, also think about bringing fire there. The pattern spiders have been married to that place for some time, and I would not be surprised if they have not divorced themselves of it yet." Her curious look continues up until the mention of mages. Then, Yi frowns again. "Problems with namebreakers?"

Sean purses his lips and glances down a bit furtively. "Mmm, maybe. I... No one talked to me at all about the Zoo thing. He more pretended I wasn't in the room and avoided specifics." frowns slightly and says glumly, "Quentin and his pack don't really like me." After a slightly uncomfortable look at each of the other gnawers, Sean shifts his weight and tells Yi, "But yeah. Olga feels like something might be messing with the park gauntlet. Either Quentin's project itself, a mage, or something else. But there's an incident with wildfire I'm investigating where a spirit told them to stop some mages. They.... might have killed them, I don't know. I need someone to teach me scent of true form really bad."

Yi's frown doesn't go away, but at least it doesn't deepen. "A mage is not the same as a human, but the ones I have met are humans all the same," she notes. "Perhaps you stretch yourself too thinly, Sean. You have a park, a zoo, the sewers, and Wildfire, and spirits, and Gifts... but what is the /most/ important in all of that?"

Sean raises his eyebrows at Yi with a smile and a nod. "Uh, yeah that's why I'm investigating actually, trying to find out if they killed actual mages or just... innocent humans." He frowns a little sheepishly at the latter part and slides his hands in his pockets. "Well... this investigation and the mages. And some other stuff I didn't even talk about." he murmurs, "I don't know, other people seem to be able to handle everything like that. So I try to keep up. Otherwise I'm afraid I'll miss the big picture or I wont be there for someone when they need it."

Yi's finger lightly plays along the crowbar at her waist as she asks, "Who are you going to be there for, Sean? Family? Friends? What is 'the big picture' you speak of?"

Sean looks at Yi with a slightly wide eyed look. "Yeah... friends and family. Pack. Cubs. Tribe. Kinfolk. Anyone who can't defend themselves." He shrugs. "Anytime anything happens to someone I care about it happens when I'm not around. I've never had anyone die when I was there. And like... this mage thing is sort of the bigger picture. By talking to people on different ends of the sept I've been able to find out about multiple incidents which might be related."

"There are many who cannot defend themselves," Yi says slowly, fingertip tapping in her pensiveness. "And few of those are genuine. I understand your feelings. I wish you the best towards your goals. But believe me that my intent here is only to be your aide when I say what you seek to do is impossible." She looks up from the crowbar's end to the halfmoon. "I mean, you cannot help them all, Sean. And to say they cannot help themselves does them disservice. You'll run yourself ragged going back and forth between this sept's ends. And that makes me worry for you."

Sean looks at the other gnawer with a slight frown. "It's not that they can't help themselves." he says softly, sliding his hands from his pockets and rubbing his gloved finger together. "But everyone needs help sometimes. "So... whoever needs help, whoever is most alone, that's who I need to be there for." He clasps his hands together and leans on the edge of the trashcan. "That was my training. Though... I think he meant for me to mostly stick to my tribe and my pack. But... That's just not where the help is most needed. If feeel like our tribe and my pack both give all their people a voice. It's... the other people that need to be given a voice."

Yi rubs a knuckle underneath her chin, asking, "And how do you decide who is it that needs help? Who are these other people?"

Sean shrugs his shoulders. "You know. People no one understands. Underdogs. Cubs a lot of the time. People who get caught up in a tribe they are out of place in. Or people who make a mistake and no one wants to see their side or give them another chance. People who no one else wants to listen to. Because... that's my job, I'm a mediator but... I want to defend people."

Yi's brows tick up again and her expression turns a little wry. "Well, it is good you like to do that, even if I think that is starting to push me out of /my/ purpose," says the newmoon in a bit of thought. She turns on Sean though, and in a more serious manner regards him. "But you of all those amongst us know what it means to respect the territory of another. That does apply to alpha as much as it does to omega. Cubs are the responsibilities of their elders, and if you think they are neglected then it is the elders to whom you must go. As for tribes..." She slowly shakes her head. "It is very rare that the spirits and Gaia will have chosen a wrong path. But that is sometimes the ways of things, to go wrong. I would not speak of it so lightly." Her eyes roam about the coin-covered room as she thinks, and when her gaze returns to him she adds, "How about you and I go outside? I have been meaning to make another trip around the nearby area tonight. And I would enjoy the company... and the help. Mr. Defender."

Sean smiles softly at the other gnawer, shining to the unexpected request. "Sure Yi. You could have asked me sooner." The half-moon grins slightly, then slides his hands back into his pockets as he turns toward the door. "Soo... what is your purpose that I'm pushing you out of? Or are you saying you think I'm taking over?" He raises his eyebrows and glances back at Yi with a slight smile. "Maybe you're the one who could tell me who I should really worry about defending... then we'd both be sticking to our own jobs."

Yi unties her jacket to slip on and lays the crowbar down on the trashcan lid next to the lantern and opened soda. The lantern she turns down low. "I would say it is the custom of the /ragabash/ to be the one who points out the flaws of a system, and pops the pride of big dogs; that halfmoons are often the ones trying to defend that system and pride instead." As they make their way out, she replies to his latter statement with one easy one. "Who you should be defending is easy: yourself, your pack, and Gaia." The more detailed parts she leaves off as they enter the Veiled world outside, and bids the philodox to follow her on her old patrol routes in the underbelly of the city's downtown districts.

Sean follows with a laugh. "Since when do gnawers /defend/ the sytem..."

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