Being the Butt

2/18/2009

12:36 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (41% full).
It is currently 12:33 Pacific Time on Wed Feb 18 2009.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly sunny today. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northeast at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.30 and steady, and the relative humidity is 68 percent. The dewpoint is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)

Bridge Street(#2898RJ)
All the way from Fifth to Twelfth, tenements crowd together tightly, interspersed with a few shops and little stores. A single, larger grocery store decorates a part of the block from Eighth to Ninth. Bars create a grill over the windows of the littler stores, and smells reminiscent of a garbage dump waft from many of the small alleyways. It is nothing unusual to hear a shot, or many shots, ring out from any of the area, nor to see swaggering teenage boys in leather eyeing those who pass, especially women.
Contents:
Jacob
Obvious exits:
Butcher's Shop  Cake Delicatessen  Cornucopia  Dark Alley  Tenement Building  North  West  East

[look Jacob (homid)]
A man of slightly above average height, Jacob stands at six feet tall and is built in a rather non-descript way. There's an obvious level of fitness about him that suggests he is no sluggard, but there is also no show of obnoxious bicep, pec or shoulders. Dark brown hair, worn just long enough to shag across his brow and curl around his ears frames a face that is both youthful and aged. It's hard to discern his age by looks alone, and depending on his mood he can quickly gain or shed a few years in appearance.
Green-grey eyes look at the world with a guarded clarity and apprehension; the kind of calculating look that makes one wonder if he can see beyond them, or through them. He often walks with his hands loosely in his pockets and his shoulders slumped, giving him a rather lackadaisical nature to his gait. Everyday clothes are his typical wardrobe; jeans, tee's and gymshoes.

The deli is a small, freshly painted building with large windows. Looking in shows delicious, fresh-made produce and plenty of tables to sit at.

Donning a pair of brand new shoes, Jacob is taking a determined walk down Bridge Street. Hands in pocket, shoulders tight and eyes scanning the area.

A glass-fronted shop with a sign above the door that reads 'Thompson's Butcher and Deli'.

Amidst the number of pedestrians walking up and down the busy Bridge street connection, Yi stands in an area between the butcher's and the baker's. Eyes pingpong in indecision as she takes her time determining her next course. The butcher is regarded with some air of suspicion, while the baker is treated with a sense of longing. Oh the humanity. The hunger! She doesn't even notice some of the berth she receives as people walk by, a few second glances passed to the less put together looking Gnawer. Not yet does she see the tall Gaian galliard, focused on the food that she is.

Jacob mutters under his breath as he nears the Gnawer, "I want my shoes dammit." He sighs and looks up, only then noticing a familiar face. "Yi?" he asks with some surprise.

Yi jumps a little at her name, looking about towards its origin. Distractedly, she takes a moment to put face to name and replies in kind. "Jacob... hi. I was, ah, out for a walk." Her hand not so discreetly moves to wipe a knuckle against her mouth corner, just in case. And if to truly perceive of his greatest worries of the moment, she gives him a once over, looks up to his face and tilts her head. "Nice shoes."

Jacob tightens his lips and gives the other a curious look. "You did it?!" he proclaims at her with a tone demanding an answer. "Seriously?"

Yi's head tilts just that much more. With the two of them there, the stream of people has now begun to flow around them like water around rocks in a river. The Gnawer, however, responds slowly in much the manner of one truly seeking an answer in return. "Did what?"

"My shoes. Take my shoes? Just the left one of every single pair I own? Why did you comment on my shoes like you did?" Jacob eyes her again, trying to gauge her answer.

Yi rubs at her cheek idly at the eyeing, her brow wrinkling in thought. She ignores the random passerby who gives the pair an odd look after catching Jacob's comment. Just keep walking. Ignore the weird couple. "Do I even know where you live?" she queries back in an audible but introspective volume, and then she shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Jacob. I don't think I've ever been to your home. And your shoes? I was saying they were nice because... they don't really match with the rest of your clothes. I thought they were new." She motions with a finger from toe to head, as if to indicate the state of wear increasing as one goes up.

Jacob frowns again, raking a hand through his hair. "Oh. Alright. Well it's just. Someone, or something," the last whispered more quietly, "Stole every left shoe I own. And I keep finding underwear from people who live in the Brownstone, in my house. Repeatedly. And. I'm on freaking edge now."

Yi, rather than comment on the street, makes another tilt of her head to lead him off to a side where they'll be less exposed. She passes into the mouth of an alley nearer the butcher's.

Jacob follows after her but tosses a look over his shoulder as they go. That hand finds his hair once more before dropping into his pocket. "I heard you ran into something too, or were watching out for something."

Yi turns back to the galliard once they're slightly more private, also taking to leaning against a building side. Her own hands hook thumbs in her pockets and she attempts to not be too amused as she relates. "Actually, well. It might not be connected but last moot, I ran into an old spirit friend, a cunning and clever little guy. And then the Odeon was covered in concrete and spare change. I don't know if you've been in to see it. Olga said not to touch the lobby, so if you do go, you may see that. I've been working on clearing the upstairs lounge, but there is the whole theater too." She rolls a shoulder in uncertainty. "You said your shoes are missing, and you have underwear instead? Whose underwear?" Indeed, this factoid must be serious and connected.

Jacob sighs, "Well KL got hit too. Her house got covered with posters of naked men, and statues of... naked men. If you catch the pattern. As for me, Jesse's, Frankie's, Viv's possibly and some we don't even know. They were missing underwear, and it ends up in my house. And my pot ended up in Jesse's underwear drawer. And now my shoes. Just the left ones. Every pair."

Yi bites her bottom lip and turns her head to a side to cough lightly, clearing her throat in a polite cover of what is undeniably mirth. "Oh, my," she gets out before a second throat clearing. The ragabash's eyes glimmer with a laughing light, though, and she tries her best to settle it down. "Well... I could think of one good reason for the tricks," she says after another moment.

Jacob looks to her, huffing and sulking a little more. "It's not funny, come on. And what good reason?" He sighs, glancing out the alleyway again, "And what're you doing over this way anyway? Tim and Jack and them came by and mentioned Garcia's."

Something of Jacob's sulking sobers the ragabash somewhat as she lets out a small sigh of her own and pushes off the wall. A hand slips from her pocket to lift and pat the galliard on his arm. "It /is/ funny," she insists to him. "Think about it. Any number of bad things could have happened to you without your knowing, and yet here is someone who only goes so far as to take your shoes. I have been to the San Francisco streets, and I have myself been without shoes at some point in my life in Hong Kong. Surely you can live without one shoe. But you cannot live life without a sense of humor. Maybe it is this trickster's way to show that those who live constantly surrounded by sorrow must find a way to laugh. Those who do not seek to balance out their grief are at great risk to themselves, sure as a shoe-stealing, naked-men posting, change-plastering burglar can slip in right underneath their noses." Her gaze follows his out of the alleyway, watching a couple of the pedestrians that pass by the alley mouth. "There was a... friend, who sent a message at the Tenement. It is said there is something stinking down there that could be a greater problem than the usual, you know? I offered to help keep a watch. I know you and your packs have territory to watch. And me, I might just have a little too much time on my hands, and we know what idle hands of a no-moon can do." Her lips curl up again. "Come on Jacob, smile just a little. You look cuter that way."

Jacob looks toward the other as she speaks, deep breath drawn in slowly through his nose. When he releases it, his shoulders slump. "I don't surround myself with sorrow all the time. I keep things balanced. I mean. I'm- I do. Or, am I that dismal? Really?" He contemplates this another moment and then nods, "Tim and them are gonna head it up and call us for back up if they need it. And yeah, no idle hands. But how is it you have too much time?"

Yi spies another pedestrian and seems to look interested at the plastic bag in the woman's hand marked with the cake shop's logo, but leaves it be as she turns back to the galliard. "No no. I mean generally, Jacob. Garou are sad. Even the clowns are the kinds who shed black tears, and it is only so because we know what is the true state of the world. It is a burden we take willingly most of the time. But even then sometimes we should sit down on the mountain and rest." Her expression shifts to take up a moment's regret as she replies, "Well it is certainly not because of lack of things to do. But I had been Guardian for so long, and coming back to the city I find there is so much to be done. And yet, look around. Packs have claimed territories, and I am without. Not that I regret that. I will have another pack in time. But for now all I can say is that I can help. Your pack, Quentin's pack... I am still discovering who is looking after where."

Jacob offers her a smile at that, genuine if still subtle. "Well Yi. I live just down the block and if you ever need anything, just stop by. Right now, Fidelity's been working in the sewers, trying to clean up a few spots and what not. I can ask Lefty, though I doubt she'd mind another of her own family helping out. And yeah, until you get settled with a pack, hang close to us and Tim's group." He looks down the alley again, "Come on, let's get some cupcakes or donuts."

Yi reflects the smile in an attempt to enhance it some more. "See? Definitely cuter that way," she points out, "And you still have all your teeth." This seems to be a big deal. Her head nods with the mention of Lefty, though his mention of hanging out with packs, particularly Tim's, gets a little iffy shrug. "Owl and Rat's children normally do not mix as oil and water," she replies, "but I can honor their spirit of helping the city." At the mention of cupcakes or donuts, though, the galliard definitely's hooked her. "How about both, Mister New Shoes?" Just like an opportunist.

Jacob chuckles. The laugh brightens his smile even more, "Well, I think Rat and Sphinx isn't a problem, right? And stop making me blush." He rolls his shoulders back and moves toward the outlet of the alley. "I'll treat you to as many sweet pastries as you can fit in your pockets."

"Oooh, you poor thing," Yi teases as they move out from the alley, "Don't you know how much a Gnawer can pack away in her pockets?" Their step out into the open again causes another small ripple in the people stream.

Jacob looks over with a sudden look of worry, "Oh. Oh crap." He groans good naturedly though as he pulls out his wallet. "I saw you eyeing that ladies bag. So least I can do to look out for you, and random passerby, is help you with that sweet tooth." He leads her in to the bakery and the two dissolve into light debate on what to get.

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