GarouMUSH as Roger - Thursday, May 30, 2002, 9:07 PM
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In particular, _Werewolf: The Apocalypse_, _Vampire: The Masquerade_, and
_Mage: The Ascension_, are all Copyright 1993 by White Wolf. We thank them
for their assistance in getting this game on the air.
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CAERN NEWS: The caern was completely overrun by BSDs Tuesday, May 7. See the
storyboard (+sread 4) for more information. If you go to the caern or bawn,
please page a wizard so that your PC may be promptly killed. (No, this is not a
joke.)
WIZARD NEWS: Welcome and congratulations (or commiserations) to our newest
wizard, Ivy! Please be gentle as Ivy settles into her new duties and gets used
to everything.
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OOC Lounge and Tahiti Beach
It's a beach, but one like few others. Soft white sand stretches more than a
mile on either side, clean and fresh and undisturbed by a hoard of tourists
fighting over umbrella space. Towels are provided for sitting on the sand and
comtemplating the endless blue water and the churning whitecaps. Gulls give
voice to soft cries, far up above you. Horus the cabana boy eagerly fetches
platters of bean dip and fru-fru dirnks with little umbrellas and fruit in them,
while Aspen stands by with a large palm leaf, always ready to fan away the heat.
This room is intended as a place for OOC and other meta-conversation about the
game and as a place for new characters to be introduced to it; if you're not
feeling hospitable toward new players or guests, it's suggested that you not
hang out here, as they're likely to pop up at random.
To get back to the IC part of the game, type '+ic'.
Contents:
Suu
Jay
Ling
Laura
Mr. White
Aubrey
Guest-of-Coyote
Feinan
New, Improved Timeline Machine
Large Newbie Eating Mokole
Time Thingie(#2770V$)
Dinotime Object(#3170IV$)
Sample Werewolf(#3182Vs)
Unpacked Garou Object(#359V$)
Example Code Object(#2961Vs$)
Dreamer waves.
Locations Players
OOC Lounge and Tahiti Beach Aubrey Dreamer Feinan
Guest-of- Laura Ling
Suu
McDonald's(#1393RJ) Benedict
Osprey Circle Fountain Little-De
Western Side of Arthur's Island Andrea Tempered-
Walker Safe House - Rec Room Anneka Four-Leav Leonard
Three-Bla
Regan Avenue, Downtown J.C.
Studio(#2560RFJ) John Rina
Umbra: Kent Crossing Jamethon
Walker Safe House - Lobby(#2832RAJL) Alicia Eamon Kristine
Lianne Peggy Salem
Tskilegwa
2970 Concord Street - Entrance Lobby(#2970RAJL Cari
Hallway(#3407RJL) Sarah
Forest North of Kent Crossing(#3819RAJh) Seeker
Tski's Roost(#3946RJ) Nicodemus
Jay shoves Roger into the safehouse. :D
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+ic
You walk into the Old Building.
Walker Safe House - Lobby(#2832RAJL)
This small tenement building is a work that any interior decorator would
be proud of. The building is somehow filled with light and space,
despite the fact that the room is far from large. Mirrored surfaces and
lush green potted plants are much in evidence - jarring only slightly
with the video cameras that perch unobtrusively in various locations. A
small sign on the wall lists the number of apartments upstairs as eight,
though there are no names next to the apartment numbers. A very thick
door leads downstairs, with no visible method of being opened - except a
keypad next to it. A monitor is perched above the entrance, showing
images from the hidden camera that watches the outside of the building.
The lobby branches off into what appears to be a small recreation room;
for use only by residents and their guests.
(+VIEW Enabled)
Contents:
Eamon
Alicia(#3470PVc)
Kristine
Lianne
Tskilegwa(#2783PJWc)
Salem
Peggy
Current Safehouse Residents (Feb 19/02)
Obvious exits:
Rec Room Basement Stairway Out
The door clicks shut behind you.
You paged the room with 'Rarr.'.
Eamon strolls into the safehouse from the street, glancing around inside the
building.
Lianne inclines her head toward Salem, moving closer to the familiar face.
"Evening. This is quiet a gathering of 'interesting people." The kinswoman looks
around critically. "And do they have to walk around like that?" She says,
pointing the tip of her cane in the direction of the Rec Room and the lupus form
she briefly spotted.
In the Rec Room, Three-Blades flickers her ear, Leonard's whisper tickling the
inner fur. She looks up at him, amused, before wagging her tail once. Of course,
she replies.
The door's opened, and there's no questions this time. This is good. Kristine
pauses and gives an inclination of her head and a ghosted smile to the poor
Walker playing doorman. She turns, and blinks. "Eamon?" Whee! Fangs distract
easy, don't they?
In the Rec Room, Leonard glances around the room, pointedly, then looks back at
Yi, a gleam of amusement in his eyes. "Then you must have taught her your gift
of hiding in plain sight."
Alicia gives Peggy a nudge as she passes, ruffling her hair back into place.
After popping her neck a few times, she glances about to the gathering, looking
surprised at all who's here.
"Bone Gnawers," says Salem to Lianne, as though this explained everything. He
glances toward the rec room with thinly-disguised distaste. "At least they're
staying off the couch tonight."
You have shifted to Homid form.
Alias removed.
Name set.
Alias set.
Eamon grins broadly. "Kris, hey! Long time no see! How ya doin',"
In the Rec Room, Tail awagging, Four-Leaves barks twice, tongue lolled out and
eyes bright. Hello hello Bridge-Mender! she carols, then rolls off of Yi
carefully, scampering into the lobby to greet more new people. So many
interesting smells!
In the Rec Room, Four-Leaves has left.
Four-Leaves has arrived.
Roger comes up from the basement, perhaps turning a few of the heads of his
fellow tribesmates who haven't seen his new laid-back attire recently. But his
expression is as stern as it ever used to be, and his left hand is covered in
bandages with red peaking through every here and there.
In the Rec Room, Three-Blades looks past Leonard a moment, hearing her tribe
called out amongst the various sudden chatter that has come up. Spotting Lianne,
then Anneka, and... the newmoon is instantly glad she's stuck to the far corner
of the rec room.
Peggy sits down on the second-to-top stair, scooting over against the wall so as
not to block passage for anyone else descending. She keeps an eye on Salem,
though her gaze wanders into the crowd whenever he looks in her direction.
Lianne's lips thin and she briefly shakes her head. "Filthy creatures," she
murmurs lowly, just loud enough for Salem to hear.
'^##^##^##^## (Salem) is looking at you. ##^##^##^##^'
"Smiley!" She moves over, giving the smiling Fianna a large hug. Just
because..she can. It's brief, but, hey, "It's been so long! I didn't know if you
were still around. I would've looked you up, but, y'know, been busy. Just got
back in. Heard most everyone left. Just you'n me." Out of the old pack that was.
Kristine glances around and says, "Just came here to make sure everything's
alright. Just in case my help's needed."
In the Rec Room, Anneka glances towards Leonard and Three-Blades, makes her way
over to lean against the pool table. She smiles, quick and sharp, reaches up to
brush her hair out of her eyes. Her smile gets wider as Four-Leaves darts out
into the lobby. She tugs a bundle of string from a pocket, lets it tumble loose.
A shell, tied at the end, twirls about, then turns to point to the cub. She
glances at Three-Blades, then tucks the shell away again.
Weaving in and out of people, the cinnamon wolfcub approaches Salem and the
stranger next to him jauntily, green eyes bright and friendly. Hello hello! she
says, playbowing to the stranger. I am Four-Leaves, a cub. Said cub cants her
head at Salem and says, in a softer, slightly hurt tone. You didn't like playing
hide and seek?
Sarah comes downstairs.
Sarah has arrived.
In the Rec Room, Leonard gives Three-Blades a parting stroke and straightens.
"I'll go find her."
Sarah walks up the stairs, to the second story of the building.
Sarah has left.
In the Rec Room, Leonard has left.
Leonard has arrived.
Leonard walks up the stairs, to the second story of the building.
Leonard has left.
Salem doesn't comment further, but is no secret that he shares the Walker
kinswoman's opinion of rat's tribe.
Eamon bearhugs Kristine, lifting her off the floor and spinning her around once.
"Great to see you! Yeah, Brian, Megan, Steven, they split. Just us now. And now
the caern's gone to hell. We could always use your help. What happened to your
hair?"
Dove has connected.
In the Rec Room, Three-Blades whuffs a quick 'hello' at Anneka, before watching
Leonard disappear up the stairs. In a much smaller form, the ragabash weaves her
way over to Anenka and looks up at her.
Peggy's eyes follow Leonard as he passes by her, then slip back towards the
growing gathering of people. Her ears twitch periodically as snatches of
conversation drift her way.
Alicia glances about everyone, then heads over to Roger, rolling her shoulders
back some. With a soft breath, she says to him. "Hey bro'. How are you doing?"
She hasn't had the chance to talk to him lately, spread the news, shoot the
shit.
Roger looks around the safehouse with an expression quite unlike him, not the
usual distaste at all the hullabalu going on, but rather quaint indifference. He
makes his way calmly towards Salem and offers a simple nod and peaceful smile.
Kristine laughs lightly, reaching a hand up to run in her hair, "Don't quite
look like a Masqerading Fianna anymore, don't I?" She smiles a bit, and offers,
"Premature graying. That combined with stress, and the usual stuff us Crescents
get. Hair couldn't handle it."
Salem arches a brow at Roger's demeanor, but returns his packmate's nod with
cool amiability. "How are things?" he asks the Metis, with a tilt of his head
toward the basement.
You paged Alicia with 'Sorry, didn't see that pose right before mine, will add a
bit there.'.
From afar, Alicia nodnodnods :D
Lianne's nose wrinkles, as Four-Leaves gets close. The lines around her mouth
becoming more prominate, as she makes a vauge shooing motion with the tip of her
cane. She the Gnawer cub isn't careful, she probably end up coming into contact
with the silver-plated tip.
In the Rec Room, Anneka crouches down to settle on her haunches near Three-
Blades. She tugs a hand from a pocket, ruffles the fur along the base of the
wolf's ears. Her eyes stay on the lobby, though, the glimpses of Four-Leaves she
catches from her spot.
Eamon chuckles. "Nah. Damn, musta been some kinda stress. Well, we can talk
about that later. What's goin' on?"
The room is getting two crowded and there are Bone Gnawer's running about, yuck.
Taking a step back, Lianne turns and begins walking away from Salem and toward
the Rec Room. Cane-tip clicking against the floor.
Lianne has left.
In the Rec Room, Lianne has arrived.
Peggy strains forward to hear as the increasing clamour makes it difficult for
her to pick out specific words.
"I'm not sure. This seems to be a central congregating point for us. Making sure
that there's no stranglers of the Tribe, or if anyone needs healing." Kristine
comments quietly, a hand moving to rest on her chin thoughtfully.
Roger turns his head to regard Alicia for a moment and a cool shrug is his only
answer, a voiceless equivilant to a "It's Cool." To Salem he then turns and with
a voice lighter and less weighed down then usual he responds, "Things are well
enough. Except for this damnable house. That Get should have left the fleas, at
least we didn't get crowds like this when we had them." At least Roger is
still... similar... to his old self.
The cub eyes the cane, not worried about silver but just being poked with it.
She slowly comes out of the bow and takes a paw back, her happy demeanor wilted
from the distaste the two seem to have for her, though she doesn't understand
why. Carefully she follows the strange woman, walking slowly at pace with her
but not quite beside her. Did I do something wrong? she asks, distressed, as
they enter the rec room.
Four-Leaves has left.
In the Rec Room, Four-Leaves has arrived.
Information for Four-Leaves (Alias 'Lyra'):
Four-Leaves is connected.
Email address: Tiyanli@msn.com
Location: Walker Safe House - Rec Room
Other Name(s): Lyra Xio Tobias, full name. Suu (Chinese for 'four', family
nickname), Four-Leaves cubbishly dubbed by Anneka. The Other Asian, by Yi.
Race: Garou Sex: Female
Breed: Homid Auspice: Philodox
Tribe: Bone Gnawers Rank: 0 (Cub)
Pack: Not Set Sept: Not Set
Position: Firsted Cub!
Info: 5-28-02 (OOC- God, now it's AP Calc finals and my mom totaled
the car in a one-on-one fight with a telephone pole! She won, though, with just
a bump or two. The telephone pole is much, much worse. Forget the car.) Lyra's
slowly adjusting to the somewhat fugitive-like existence that comes from not
having a caern. The cub has finally entered the Umbra, albeit for six minutes
only, and is excited about upcoming fighting and writing lessons from the
resident Cantognawer. Moral questions abound in her mind however, but despite
everything, the future seems bright, especially with the Awesome Yi to look up
to. (Rage 5, Will 5, Curiosity and Moral Rightousness 11)
In the Rec Room, Three-Blades eyes the cane-tip, nose flaring at its tip before
she backs away from the cane-wielding kin. At Lyra's demeanor the ragabash just
notions with a flick of her ear. She doesn't like Gnawers.
"Well ya'know Roger, I could always just leave." Says Alicia with a smirk as she
watches him head off towards Salem, arms crossing over her chest.
Salem's mouth thins at Roger's words, and his good eye scans over the gathering
with some tension. "Mnh. Yes." The ex-Ronin shifts his weight, arms folding
across his chest.
In the Rec Room, Lianne walks right past the two Bone Gnawers, completly
ignoring them as she moves toward the bar. In short order, the kinswoman has
located a glass and a bottle of water behind the bar. The water is opened and
the kinswoman is about to pour it, when she notices that she has a visitor. Once
again, Lianne lightly waves her cane-tip in the cubs direction. "Shoo."
Roger turns and eyes Alicia for a moment, regarding her in an odd fashion for
that time. "You want to join my pack, correct Gaian?"
Eamon nods. "Yeah, a lot of people came here after everything went to hell."
In the Rec Room, Anneka's eyes drift from the cub to the cane. Her nose wrinkles
a bit at the bridge and she stands, stuffs her hands in her pockets, then leans
back against the pool table once more.
"My name is Alicia, not Gaian -- and yes, you know I do. I was making light of
your comment regarding the crowd control issue." The Gaian in question raises up
a brow to him, flipping back a strand of red hair behind her ear.
Kristine tries to keep an ear on what's going on around her, before offering a
smile to her ex-packmate, "Missed you. Glad to see you're still around."
Dove pads up from the basement, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Peggy waggles her fingers at Dove from the stairs, lifting a finger to her lips
with a grin.
Roger lets out a simple half chuckle at some private joke, perhaps a joke...
"Have you met with our totem then?"
In the Rec Room, Three-Blades completely keeps her opinion about the kinswoman
to herself after that, watching the cane-tip wave about as if it were some gun
barrel pointing around. Her black ears disappear into her fur, but otherwise she
remains unmoved. Yi gives Lyra a short nuzzle of reassurance.
"I'd like to, if I could get some of you guys in one place for five seconds at a
time and Spirals were not blowing us up and taking our Caern. I've tried to put
more important matters first ya'know? But if it helps some, I got roachs in my
apartment now and its driving Tom nuts." Alicia grins.
Eamon grins. "Yeah, I missed you too. So where've you been lately?"
In the Rec Room, Oh, isn't that silly? Four-Leaves asks, before the cane makes a
smooth motion in her way again. The cub takes a sidestep before eyeing the
woman, and turns to nuzzle Three-Blades in return. You must be the nice lady who
gave the Walkers all these nice things, yes? the cub asks, facing Lianna again,
then grins wolfishly. Sees-True-Nature was sorry about the couch. I helped clean
up, too.
Salem cracks a bit of a smile at the would-be Roach follower.
Roger laughs a bit louder now, looking at Salem for the smile Roger knew would
be there. "Its a start... we'll introduce you soon enough, when the place isn't
so... crowded."
Kristine sighs a bit, "I've been in New England." It's the answer she gives,
"Other than that, I've been at Falcon's Rest." A shrug's given, before she
listens to the conversation nearby. Roaches. That's amusing.
Information for Kristine (Alias 'Stands-Proud'):
Kristine is connected.
Location: Walker Safe House - Lobby(#2832RAJL)
Other Name(s): Kristine Renee Vauhn St. David. Stands-by-her-Own, Stands-Proud,
Lover-of-Leaves, Dawn's Promise (cub name). Usually just goes by Kris. Anyone
wanting to call her Krissie's dancing with death. Don't do it.
Race: Garou Sex: Not Set
Breed: Homid Auspice: Theurge
Tribe: Silver Fangs Rank: 1 (Cliath)
Pack: None. Sept: Hidden Walk
Position: Ex-Elder, Ex-Not-So-Token-Trouble-Fang. One of those she plans
to get back.
Info:
The Prodigal Daughter returns. After a year of being gone, after having
all but abandoned her home, her family, in the persuit to exorcise
whatever demons plagued her, she's come back. And there's a definate
change about her. She stands a little taller, walks a little surer; in
short, she seemed to have found what she was looking for. Thoughts about
her possibly having petitioned to join one of the Houses of the Tribe
will turn out to be untrue. This one, is still an Orphan, and oddly,
she's wearing it as a badge of Honor, instead of a mark of Shame. After
all, it's all in how you look at it. And she's planning to take back
what's hers.
Dove smiles weakly, finds a couch and curls up on it.
In the Rec Room, Ack, now there are two of them! Lianne reatreats further behind
the bar with her water, resting somewhat heavily on her cane as she drinks.
In the Rec Room, Three-Blades laughs a bit at Lianne, in that wolfishly grinning
way, before she makes her way out into the crowd. The Gnawer's gotta answer a
call o' nature here...
Roger turns to look over his shoulder at the long lost Fang theurge and with a
nod offers, "Roger Cohen. Howls-When-Dreaming. Metis of the Glass Walkers and
Galliard to St. Claire. Child of Cockroach. You are?" Yes, that was purposeful
emphasis on the word 'metis', yet it all came out kindly and light toned, with
no hint of submission or dominance.
In the Rec Room, Three-Blades has left.
In the Rec Room, Four-Leaves just blinks, then looks at Anneka for an
explanation.
In the Rec Room, Anneka glances at Three-Blades and Four-Leaves, then grins and
settles down on her haunches near them. She brushes her hair away from her eyes,
then reaches over to ruffle the cub's ears.
Alicia grins a bit. "Thank you Roger. Means a lot." Her eyes trail about the
rest of the room now, shifting a bit, then retrieves her coat from the hanger,
sliding it on.
Roger shoots a quick nod to Alicia, before turning to properly look at the
spying Fang.
Eamon grins at Kristine. "Oh yeah? Didja get into Boston at all?"
Sarah pages: There isn't any noise from downstairs, is there? Like the shit
hitting the fan noise?
You paged Sarah with 'Just the sound of congregation. As muffled as that would
be through the thick walls.'.
"Kristine Vaughn-St. David. Stands-Proud, Silver Fang Theurge. Cliath, Homid."
The breed isn't normally put in there, but since the other man mentioned it, she
did. And she wasn't spying, she just has a habit of listening to things that are
-right there-. Ahem, anyway. "I think I heard of you. Might've been brief.
Didn't keep up much in the City when I was here last." To Eamon, quickly,
"Actually, I did. But it was passing through. Couldn't hook up with anybody."
In the Rec Room, She must -really- not like Gnawers, muses the cub with a
mixture of surprise and sadness. But she's getting her ears ruffled, she
couldn't be sad for long. So! Is it a birthday party? Four-Leaves asks, mood
picking up. She seems to have forgotten about Salem totally.
Roger simply nods and then offers a similar quick nod to Eamon. "Charmed," are
his only other words to the fianna before he looks back to Salem. "Is there a
John somewhere in all this madness?"
Sarah pages: Up in the hallway. Making arrows. Avoiding crowd.
"I imagine that he's out with Rina somewhere," says Salem, giving a glance
toward the rec room to see if the Gnawers are still harassing Lianne.
Eamon grins. "Hey, Rog. Nope, haven't seen him lately." He chuckles at Kristine.
"You'd've felt right at home in Boston, it's fulla Fianna."
In the Rec Room, Anneka cants her head. "A party? D'no." She looks out towards
the lobby. "Sure a lot of people, though. I came here lookin' for you."
Kristine has reconnected.
In the Rec Room, Lianne finishes off her water and looks at the empty glass
irritably. After checking for some more bottled stuff and not finding any, she
settles for tap water from the bar's small sink.
From afar, to the room, Kristine grrs and resends her pose.
Kristine has partially disconnected.
In the Rec Room, Four-Leaves eyes laugh for her as she nuzzles the Gnawer cliath
under the chin. I'm flattered! I'm sorry that I wasn't at the junkyard. Came
here to see if R- if somebody was here, but they weren't, then was -supposed- to
play hide and seek with Salem but he forgot, I think, and I fell asleep waiting.
All this comes as a long rush of words.
That gets the raised eyebrow treatment, "Okay..." That was certainly odd. So,
Kristine turns her attention back to Eamon, finding a spot to lean against.
You paged Eamon with 'Heh. Ok. Thanks for the update, but I asked that Salem.
:)'.
Eamon laughs and chucks Kristine on the shoulder. "Just kiddin'."
Sarah comes downstairs.
Sarah has arrived.
In the Rec Room, Anneka grins and draws the bundle of string from a pocket
again, She shows it to Four-Leaves, then untangles it, lets the shiny shell tied
to one end spin about, suspended in the air. She looks at it, eyes bright as it
slowly stops to point right at the cub. "Shell says you're right here."
Sarah comes jogging down the stairs, and threads her way past people to get to
the door.
Leonard comes downstairs.
Leonard has arrived.
Peggy scoots over to allow Sarah and Leonard room to descend.
In the Rec Room, There are no words to convey Four-Leaves' surprise as the
shell points at her forehead. Experimentally, the cub gets up and circles
Anneka, slowly, eyes centered on the shell.
In the Rec Room, Anneka leaves her hand still, fingers splayed, the string
looped about her palm. The shell slowly turns to follow Four-Leaves, points
dutifully at her.
Information for Anneka (Alias 'Bridge-Mender'):
Anneka is connected.
Location: Walker Safe House - Rec Room
Other Name(s): Deed-named Bridge-Mender (Mends-the-Way). Cubbishly known as
Streetfish, Otter, Annie, Raggedy Ann, Ann'ka, Beach Bunny, Kiwi and a buncha
others.
Race: Garou Sex: female
Breed: Homid Auspice: Philodox
Tribe: Bone Gnawers Rank: 1 (Cliath)
Pack: Trouble Sept: Hidden Walk
Position: Street urchin
Info:
"...There is one little girl, there with the others. She is riding on her
skateboard. She is looking out over the city in the valley below. I see it
through her eyes. I feel snowflakes melting on her cheeks and forehead. She sees
the grey buildings peeling, large engines rusting. The river runs slow, clogged
with discarded articles of life. The people cluster and scurry like ants,
tending to their creations. She glides about on her skateboard like a blossom on
the wind..."
"She feels strong and purposeful and the world is right," says the daughter.
"She is humming a happy tune. She sees a reason for everything, a meaning for
every gesture of nature."
"It is the sun rising in the distance. It is the open sky above her head. It is
the snow falling gently around her."
-Ken Zuroski
Sarah leaves by the front door.
Sarah has left.
In the Rec Room, Four-Leaves sits down abruptly at Anneka's feet, tongue lolling
out in pleasant surprise. Is there a spirit in it, to make it move? She cants
her head, ears twitching madly in deep thought. And why is it pointing at me?
Because you wanted to find me?
Leonard pauses on the stairs, watching Sarah leave, then shakes his head, moving
through the crowd silently, towards the rec room.
Leonard has left.
In the Rec Room, Leonard has arrived.
Alicia has disconnected.
Roger claps a hand on Salem's back and thinks on something a moment. "I'm no
sliver moon, but damn if something about the air tonight doesn't give me the
creeps."
Kristine shrugs and smiles a bit, "Doesn't seem like much is happening, does
it?" Just the usual it seems. Again, her eyes move to Roger at his words, her
lips pulling thin in silent agreement, but she doesn't voice it.
In the Rec Room, Leonard moves over to Anneka, speaking to her in a low voice
Salem grunts at the back-slap, flicking a glance toward Roger. He just shakes
his head a bit, moody and pensive. Nothing new.
In the Rec Room, Anneka wiggles her fingers, then twines the smudged and dirty
string about the shell. She nods. "Uh-huh. It's a questin' stone, except that
it's a shell." She holds the bundle out for the wolf to sniff, though it smells
like little more than string and shell and salt. She glances over to Leonard as
well, shakes her head once.
Eamon listens to Roger, then arches an eyebrow at Kris. "What is it?"
In the Rec Room, Lianne finishes off her second glass of water and sets it
aside, watching the Garou from behind the bar.
Yi has arrived.
"Just paranoid." The Fang flashes a smile, "Someone mentiones something feels
wierd, and I'm suddenly on guard. You expected something else?"
In the Rec Room, Carefully the cub leans forward, whiskers working as she sniffs
at the small object. It smelled like...Dunkirk, when her parents had taken her
there on vacation. The memory brings a vague smile to the lupus' muzzle. One eye
rolls up to look at Leonard, followed by a tilted head.
From upstairs, Yi's voice rings out with all the very much fear necessary.
"SOMEONE GET UP HERE!!!"
In the Rec Room, Leonard is moving almost before she's done talking, leaping
over the inquisitive cub in his haste.
Peggy snaps around suddenly, hair rising. She scrambles into a standing position
and runs the two steps up to the hall.
Kristine blinks at that, and well, she moves. "And here's where being paranoid
pays off." And she bolts.
In the Rec Room, Leonard has left.
Leonard has arrived.
Peggy walks up the stairs, to the second story of the building.
Peggy has left.
Kristine walks up the stairs, to the second story of the building.
Kristine has left.
Roger is instantly into the hispo form, already standing by the stairs and
barreling up them.
You have shifted to Hispo form.
Alias removed.
You head up the stairs.
Hallway(#3407RJL)
The narrow stairwell leads up to a brightly lit hallway, with four doors along
the sides, each door equipped with a small one-way peephole and a number.
Several small security cameras are mounted near the ceiling. On the far end of
the hall hangs a full-length mirror in a simple wooden frame.
Contents:
Kristine
Peggy
Obvious exits:
Francisco's Apt Jack Salem's Apt John's Apt Sophia's Apt Down
You leave the lobby behind, as you reach the second floor.
Leonard comes down, from the second floor.
Leonard has arrived.
Eamon comes down, from the second floor.
Eamon has arrived.
Locations Players
OOC Lounge and Tahiti Beach Aubrey Elan Feinan
Guest-of- Jamethon Ling
Malachi Myste Outlaw
Renee Suu Tobin
McDonald's(#1393RJ) Benedict
Western Side of Arthur's Island Andrea Tempered-
Walker Safe House - Rec Room Anneka Four-Leav Lianne
Regan Avenue, Downtown J.C.
Studio(#2560RFJ) John Rina
Walker Safe House - Lobby(#2832RAJL) Dove Salem Tskilegwa
Yi
Hallway(#3407RJL) Dreamer Eamon Kristine
Leonard Peggy
Tski's Roost(#3946RJ) Nicodemus
Salem comes down, from the second floor.
Salem has arrived.
Tskilegwa comes down, from the second floor.
Tskilegwa has arrived.
Yi comes down, from the second floor.
Yi has arrived.
Yi's furry crinos form almost blocks the whole doorway to an open-door bathroom
in one of the apartments, where there is definitely something else in there with
her. And that something else is laughing. Cackling, more like, with the gurgle
of water accompanying it.
Four-Leaves comes down, from the second floor.
Four-Leaves has arrived.
Peggy crouches against the wall, breathing heavily and watching from a distance.
Leonard sees Yi in crinos and snarls, shifting up, then down into hispo, baring
his teeth.
Four-Leaves quickly darts between legs, coming to a standstill when there is
nowhere left to squeeze through. Can't see! she mutters angrily. She turns her
head at a strange sound, coming eye to eye with Peggy. Are you alright? the red
wolf asks gently, nosing the girl's hand.
Up the stairs and..whoa. The Fang moves standing next to Peggy against the wall.
"That doesn't sound very good," Yup, here we go with stating the obvious. The
Crinos isn't making her feel any better, but, she's unanturally curious so, she
moves further down the hall, trying to get a peek into the open room, saying
quietly to the Crinos, "You called?"
From within the toilet itself, the torso of a scrawny man can be seen. If it was
chopped off at the waist, it'd make sense. But half a body sticking out of the
toilet, dripping wet, giggling insanely, just doesn't come across as being quite
all right in most people's minds.
Little Bear pages to the room: And now you know why Little Bear shits in the
woods.
Eamon rushes up the stairs and blurs into glabro form. He runs past Yi to get to
a flanking position. ~What is it, Yi?~ He shouts.
Peggy hardly seems to notice Four-Leaves's attentions, eyes glazed over with
feral anxiety.
Dreamer growls out loudly, barking orders. ~Cubs! Back and away, now! Will a
sliver moon please tell me what that is?~
Hallway(#3407RJL)
The narrow stairwell leads up to a brightly lit hallway, with four doors along
the sides, each door equipped with a small one-way peephole and a number.
Several small security cameras are mounted near the ceiling. On the far end of
the hall hangs a full-length mirror in a simple wooden frame.
Contents:
Four-Leaves(#2808PVc)
Three-Blades
Tskilegwa(#2783PJWc)
Salem
Ever-Grinning
Little Bear
Kristine
Peggy
Obvious exits:
Francisco's Apt Jack Salem's Apt John's Apt Sophia's Apt Down
Three-Blades doesn't take her eyes off the thing coming out of the toilet, but
moves even further into the bathroom with all the people suddenly crowding her
inwards. Closer to that.. thing. The Gnawer wastes no more time, lips curling
back with both fear and anger. Her arms come out to grab this abomination of
reality by its head and its arm, and rip it from its spot in the toilet.
The Gnawer cub's ears flicker as an order regarding them is called. She tugs on
Peggy's hand gently, teeth merely catching the hand with a gentle squeeze. Down
the stairs we go, she says with an out-of-place cheeriness. Between people's
bodies in the crowded hallway, the cub can't see what the fuss is about,
although she can hear motions. Come on now, up up up!
Tskilegwa pages: Wyrm, oddly enough, pings as being in the vicinity. Unusual
levels.
Peggy takes a few steps back, but stops at the top stair, not about to leave
that easily.
"It's a Something, but, since I can't really see, I can't tell." Kristine
states, trying not to block the bathroom. Besides she's tiny. People can jump
over her. She does stay -near- the Bathroom, though. That's a given. "And it's
giggling..Which, isn't good."
Oh, I've got BSDs coming out of the toilets right now. I don't think anyone will
be reading on the throne anytime soon after this.
Little Bear barks harshly. Back up! Don't trap her! He takes his own advice,
creeping towards the stairs, inadverdantly herding the cubs down the steps as he
does so.
Salem is one of the last Garou up the stairs, and remains in homid form, albeit
with some effort. He also does not attempt to crowd forward -- in fact, the
half-moon climbs a few steps back down the stairs, wary for an attack from the
front door.
"Giggles" is quite easily grabbed by Yi, though he's slippery with... stuff...
from the plumbing. If anything, he giggles harder and faster and more manically.
Then the lights go out. Pitch blackness descends over the whole floor.
Ever-Grinning looks back at the group of garou. "Kris, Roger, check the other
rooms, make sure nothing else is coming through there.
We'll be in the way when they all get bigger, points out Four-Leaves, releasing
Peggy's hand and coming around behind her to give her a gentle nudge behind the
knees. Then the lights go out and the cub barks in surprise, darting forward
instinctively, bumping hard into Peggy's knees.
"And me without a flashlight." Is KRistine's immediate response. She pats the
wall next to her, seeing if she could get a hold of a doornob, "Easier for you
to say, Uncle Smiley." But she obliges, nonetheless.
Little Bear growls low and warningly, relying on scent to tell him of anything
else out of lace.
Peggy's breath quickens. She darts her head from side to side in the darkness.
Four-Leaves's nudge tips her onto all fours, where she remains, chest rising and
falling rapidly.
Dreamer would be annoyed at the orders on any other day, but instead just pushes
over to another door to check it out. Right before hitting glabro though he
yelps out, ~Sweet Gaia!~ when the lights go down. Now in glabro form Roger rips
off his shirt and wrapping it up like a towel he sets the end on fire,
illuminating what he can.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'Create element on the shirt. Think of wrapping it up
like a towel that you would then crack against someone's bum. :)'.
Three-Blades roars as her eyes get shrouded over with black. Lucky for her, she
actually had a hold on half of this monster that so disturbed her restroom
visit. ~Monster!~ she snarls, gripping very tightly against Giggles' head. Even
in complete dark, she frees a hand and claws away around the head, searching for
the neck and throat. The hand holding the head clasps down hard, claws sinking
in like an osprey to a fish.
You have shifted to Glabro form.
Alias removed.
Roger(#4124PJce)
"Who's that freak?" is usually the first comment to come up about this creature.
This 'man' is about 6'5" in height and is covered in sparse brownish black fur-
like hair upon his whole body. His face is one of oddness and even more oddness,
he has a childlike quality radiating from his reddish-green eyes... but this is
no mere child. He wears long khakis and a tight blue button down dress shirt.
Over this he wears a large black leather jacket.
'^##^##^##^## (Roger) is looking at you. ##^##^##^##^'
Kristine says "It reaks of Wyrm. In case that wasn't obvious." She moves up to
Glabro, giving her extra weight to throw around. SHe waits to see if Roger's
light illuminates the area. Who knows, it could be a wierd kind of unnatural
darkness or something.
Roger's impromptu torch fails to provide any illumination, but definite heat as
the shirt catches fire--in black oblivion. Chaos and confusion erupts as people
run into each other, step on tails and toes, and jostle each other unexpectedly.
A sewery smell begins to be faintly detectable even to the noses of those in
homid.
Sorry! Sorry! yelps Four-Leaves, as she scampers down the stairs till she's
beside Peggy so the girl can grab on to her, if she needed to. Or hit her for
being so stupid. The cub doesn't notice how she is crowding the stairs. Golly
I'm sorry! The red cub's eyes narrow in distress. Please say something. You're
worrying me.
Peggy shifts into crinos as panic grips her. Unable to see Four-Leaves's body
language, she picks up only her yelpings, which are lost on her in her panic and
anger. She crouches on all fours, taking another step backwards as chaos breaks
out. Her back foot finds no purchase, and she flails a moment before catching
her balance on the steps.
Roger growls, claping the shirt together in his hands to put it out as it is of
no use and simply pushes himself, back up against a wall. "EVERYONE CALM DOWN
AND STOP MOVING! Hit lupus now! Cubs, get the HELL OUT! Any Fangs here who know
those light tricks, now would be the time to try them!"
Peggy contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Peggy ripples and changes, slipping into Crinos form.
Three-Blades pages to the room: Has darkness hit the entire second story floor?
Little Bear crouches immediately, shifting to lupus, still growling.
From afar, to the room, Salem wonders, also, how far down the stairs it goes.
Tskilegwa pages to the room: A portion of the second floor about 30' away point
of origin. (The toilet.) But it is totally pitch black within it, and you can't
even see light outside of it. It's like being blind.
A pause. "If I knew the light trick, I'd be doing it already. It seems to be
lacking around these parts." Kris and her sarcasm. "But I agree. We should stop
moving. I like my toes where they are. Thank you. I'd also recommend staying in
whatever form you're in now. This hallway isn't -that- large." SHe takes a sniff
in the air, "Great. Icky smell."
Tumbleweed scrambles down the stairs awkwardly, her inexperience with the Crinos
shape exacerbated by the darkness. She falls half the way down with an enormous
racket and landing at the bottom in a heap of fur.
Tumbleweed heads down the stairs.
Tumbleweed has left.
Tskilegwa pages to the room: Let's say it stops at the very top of the stairs.
Listeners present:
Name Sex Form Doing
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Four-Leaves F Lupus -
Three-Blades F Crinos -
Tskilegwa - Owlish -
Salem M Homid Rage 6, Pure Breed 4.
Ever-Grinning M Glabro blur
Little Bear M Hispo Camo, left flank
Roger M Glabro Heh... heheh, haha. HAHAHAHAHA!
Kristine - Homid -
Ever-Grinning shifts to lupus and tries to get to the stairs, relying on his
nose and ears to get him through the pack of wolves.
Pack> Roger says "If they get up to the roof they'll destroy the garden and all
our work to get this place into a wyld haven."
Salem bares his teeth in frustration, flatting himself to the wall of the
stairwell as the Crinos'd cub comes tumbling down. His form surges upward,
stopping halfway on its trip to the war form by sheer force of will. In Glabro,
he hurries down the stairs, muttering, "Shit, shit, bloody fuck SHIT."
Pack> John says "Gah. I just got back. What's going on?"
Pack> Salem says "Toilet monster and blackness."
Pack> Roger says "Death and destruction. BSDs in the safehouse."
Pack> Roger says "It has to be at least one BSD, as we have darkness going on."
Salem heads down the stairs.
Salem has left.
Ever-Grinning heads down the stairs.
Ever-Grinning has left.
Four-Leaves barks, scrambling down the stairs after the crinos'd Peggy, a whirl
of color passing by Salem. She hits the floor as she's shifting homid and kneels
beside the other cub. Her face twists in worry. "Peggy! Bloody hell, what
hurts?"
Four-Leaves heads down the stairs.
Four-Leaves has left.
There's a disctinctly liquidy *SCHhhh-LURP!* that comes out of the bathroom.
Then a thud. The insane giggling continues, occasionally punctuated by gurgles
and flailing noises.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'As much as I hate to do this... Roger is Roger... now
would be a perfect time for him to have an 'issue'. You're familiar with his
deformity, correct? If so... what does Roger see/hear/smell/feel/whatever?'.
What was her name? Yi? "Yi?" It's perhaps a streak of stupidity, but, she's also
a healer. She takes a few steps, moving until she gets to the wall she knew the
entrance of the bathroom was on. SHe waits, hoping to hear an answer from the
other girl. "Growl, howl, yelp, anything...Just lemme know that wasn't you
hitting the ground or something." Yay, Kris the Hero. Sigh.
Tskilegwa pages: Something oozy is oozing up your feet and burrowing into your
flesh, going under the skin.
Little Bear growls louder, shifting back up to hispo as he feels people push
past. He stands slowly. She doesn't answer, I'm ripping through that wall.
Having pulled this monster out of the toilet, Three-Blades now regretfully
continues to hang on gamely, even when the thing is atop her. Clawed hand still
locked in place, her freehand claws, rips, and tears, shredding into what she
believes is the Dancer's neck. ~I'll -Kill- You!~ she growls loudly in
frustration now, threat coming out of the darkness. Yes, she's on that floor.
John has arrived.
John heads down the stairs.
John has left.
Almost feeling relaxed as the last person near him pushed away Roger breathes
for a second until that thump which followed the wet sickening sound. A second
later Roger howls in pain and cries out, "Its in my leg! In my ~LEG!~ That last
part being in Crinos as Roger hits that form with rage blurred speed.
You have shifted to Crinos form.
"Yow!" Not exactly elegant, but hell, "It got mine too!" She begins stomping her
foot, blindly, trying to stop it. Well, Yi doesn't sound -too- hurt right now.
Just give her a moment to stomp on Wyrm-Spawn! "Get away from me you slimy-assed
freak."
The insane giggling stops abruptly with a--well, you'd assume it was a bloody
gurgle followed by some choked gasping. Anyone nearish the bathroom door is
likely to get hit by flailing, slime-coated limbs. Or objects. Or *things*. It's
impossible to tell in the darkness.
Little Bear moves forward, hearing the others hit, and uses his nose to tell
friend from foe, attempting to latch onto anything squirming in reach of his
jaws.
Dreamer claws at whatever is on his leg for a moment but as he is being
inefficient in stopping whatever it is, Dreamer attempts a desperate move and
another blast of heat is felt by those nearby the metis Walker, create element
coming into play to roast whatever it is on Roger's leg... and a good portion of
Dreamer's leg too by the sound of his screams.
Tskilegwa pages: Dear fucking god! It's under the skin and going north up your
leg!
You paged Tskilegwa with 'Yeah. This is why you don't give the crazy guy the
flamethrower.'.
"Bastard..." The heat is ignored, as the Fang grinds her heel into what she
stomped on. That'll learn it for smacking her leg. Freak. The gurgling is
greeted with trepid hope, she hesitates, waiting to see if something else is
going to happen. If the Darkness will lift, and if the thing is truly dead.
Three-Blades howls out in pain as something (or someone) steps on her limb.
Instantly she curls her arm in, taking Giggles with her as she clenches hard on
what she knows is this cackling Dancer's head. Forgetting the fact that it just
crawled out of the toilet, her jaws open up and snaps out into the Dancer.
Muscles on her neck bulge as she shakes her head violently.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'If this doesn't stop the burrowing sensation... then
Roger is going to frenzy, that simple. Probably roll randomly to see what
direction the mule heads trying to kill wyrm-stuff.'.
Kristine pages to the room: Eep, sorry Yi!
Pack> Salem says "Any screams from upstairs?"
Three-Blades pages to the room: Why thank you. Just goes to prove that Silver
Fangs like stepping on Gnawers.
Pack> Dreamer says "Roger's screams are QUITE evident."
From afar, to the room, Kristine bawls.
The lights suddenly return, darkness abruptly disappearing as fast as it
appeared. Little Bear has his teeth clenched on the top part of the Dancer's
hear. Yi has sunk her teeth into his head and neck and is sittin atop the mauled
form of the BSD. Kristine is pose to deliver another swift stomp onto Yi's leg,
Roger is on fire. The Dancer is clearly dead, a trail of septic water leads out
of the toilet and all across the hall, and.... Lianne is likely not going to
invite any of you people over ever again.
Three-Blades pages to the room: Not my elbow! XD
Kristine pages to the room: What do you get when you throw a Gnawer, a Walker,
and a Fang in a dark room? Chaos.
Three-Blades pages to the room: Where is Little Bear clinging onto?
You paged the room with 'Er, thats it?'.
Tskilegwa pages to the room: LB wrapped his jaws around the top of the skull.
Three-Blades pages to the room: Ew. Is this Dancer a metis?
There's no other way to describe it: Kristine sweatdrops. SHe just stares at
what she was stomping on, and sets her foot down. Good thing she didn't have
silver-toed STomping Boots or something. That'd make it even more embarrassing.
She just looks at the Walker en Flambe, then she looks at the mess. And again,
the Fang just...sweatdrops.
Tskilegwa pages to the room: It's probably homid, as that's the form it's in.
Tskilegwa will be right back.
Tskilegwa heads down the stairs.
Tskilegwa has left.
Little Bear makes damn sure the head is separated from the body, playing tug of
war with his packmate. His hackles are up and he's dangerously close to frenzy.
Dreamer is standing there, clawing at his own flaming legs as the lights come
on. When they do, Roger blinks his bright wide eyes and takes a deep breath,
follow his rapid uses of create element fire, with water to put out said fire.
Three-Blades releases her hold, only after the darkness has completely lifted.
Her eyes are shut though, since it was pretty useless to use them in the dark,
and her elbow was just stepped on by a heavy, mean boot. Her breathing slows
itself, though no doubt she is in some fading pain. As Little Bear and her
separate head and body, the Gnawer -finally- lets go and looks up at the flaming
Walker. And then at Kristine. And her boots. She -glares-, Rage close to the
surface.
Locations Players
OOC Lounge and Tahiti Beach Cameron Elan Feinan
Guest-of- Guest-of- Jamethon
Lancelot Ling Malachi
Renee Suu
McDonald's(#1393RJ) Benedict
Silver Avenue, West Side Matt
Walker Safe House - Rec Room Eamon John Lianne
Salem
Regan Avenue, Downtown J.C.
Walker Safe House - Lobby(#2832RAJL) Bridge-Me Four-Leav Rushes-In
Tskilegwa Tumblewee
White Stag: Owners' Apartment(#3117RJ) Brian
Hallway(#3407RJL) Dreamer Kristine Little Be
Three-Bla
Green Room -- The Rialto(#3680RAJ) Kaz
Tski's Roost(#3946RJ) Nicodemus
Tskilegwa comes down, from the second floor.
Tskilegwa has arrived.
She doesn't have heavy mean boots. They're just..plain old boots. Her look is
sheepish to say the least. She could be all haughty, and arrogant and eveyrthing
else, instead she merely cringes lightly and gives a quiet, but honest.."Sorry."
A pause, "Um, need healing?" Poor Kris.
Little Bear spits, repeatedly, tongue lashing to try and get the sewer taste out
of his mouth. He sniffs Three-Blades anxiously, checking for any sign of hurt. ~
Shit. Every time I come to this Gaia-forsaken scab, it always comes down to shit
in the dark. ~
Suddenly the fire alarm goes off and the sprinklers engage, spraying the second
floor with water.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'I'd say like, 1 agg for the little fire and say... two
or three for Roger clawing the shit out of himself?'.
Little Bear shifts up to crinos and attacks the nearest water sprinkler, eyes
red with Rage.
From afar, Tskilegwa thinks. Seems about right.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'Coo'.
Shit would be right. Three-Blades is covered in toilet water... and promptly
drenched with sprinkler water. The alarm rings hard in her wolven ears, and she
yelps. The decapitated body on top her is pushed off as she gets back all fours,
her left arm's fur oozing a bit of blood from a vicious bite would. She looks up
at her packmate, fur bristling...wetly.
Dreamer finally hits homid again, and just slumps back against the wall for a
few moments of rest from all the pain.
You have shifted to Homid form.
Water. Joy. Still, Kristine stands there, this time readying her hands at the
sight of the bitemark. "Do you want me to take care of that?" She indicates the
wound. She's not about to touch something that looks like it's ready to go
ballistic.
From afar, to the room, Little Bear gets the perverse urge to redecorate this
whole floor.
Little Bear rips the sprinklerhead from the ceiling, spiking it to the floor and
breathing heavily. He looks Yi over, growling. ~ I'm calm. ~
The fire alarm turns off. The door to Sophia's room opens up, flames licking up
in the room behind it as a crinos-tall wolf-like thing emerges. It's mouth goes
up and down rather than side to side, exposing rows of teeth that go vertically.
It's arms are down near its waist and four additional 1.5' long limbs flail and
gesture randomly. Eight black eyes on its wolf head stare beadily at the Garou
in the hall as it prepares to carry the battle on.
Kristine pages to the room: Uh. Oh.
Three-Blades almost snaps at Kristine's exposed hands that near her, quivering
as she fights for control of her own body. ~Don't,~ she growls warningly. It's
not a heavy wound. And she just Snarls at the thing she sees from the doorway.
~Another one!~
Little Bear almost GRINS in pure pleasure before launching himself at the thing
with a full-throated roar.
Roger yells holy shit from his position on the floor across from this thing and
a gun is produced fired at the thing's head as much as possible with black talon
bullets.
Little Bear pages to the room: And this is why I hate guns. :)
From afar, to the room, Little Bear braces to get shot. :)
From afar, to the room, Three-Blades facepalms.
You paged the room with 'Roger was right across from this thing, as he was
leaned on the wall on the floor basically across from Soph's room next to the
bathroom. He's probably get some shots off before LB made the dive.'.
From afar, to the room, Tskilegwa digs out his d10. How many bullets? :)
From afar, to the room, Three-Blades prays for no botches. Roger better be good
with those guns.
Hey, it wasn't -her fault-. She couldn't see. But, now she could, and...she
wishes she couldn't see. "Dayam. He's ugly." Kris pauses, and frowns, trying to
weigh in if she can actually sneak in. Two Crinos already confront it it,
doesn't leave a whole lot of room. But, being who she is, she shifts up to
Crinos, and begins looking for a way to get in and get out. An Opening--one she
can take full advantage of.
You paged the room with 'He is an insanly good marksman... get it, insanely.'.
From afar, to the room, Little Bear bwahahahaha don't miss.
From afar, to the room, Kristine reaches back to her Blackwatch days. "Ah,
Neman, I miss ye."
Tskilegwa pages: Approx. how many rounds?
You paged Tskilegwa with 'Three round burst.'.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'ER!'.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'Not actually a three round 'burst' just three rounds.
:) It has a rate of 4 after all.'.
Roger's attack comes before anyone elses, and he manages to get off a burst at
the wolf-spider creature thing. A few bullets strike it, drawing the creature's
immediate ire. Roger is, once again, engulfed in flames. His gun explodes in his
hand, turning it into chunky salsa that splatters all over the walls, floor, and
ceiling. Bullets *VIP!* everywhere, striking Roger, the creature, and Leo in the
process. Leo plows into the creature and rips into it but good, carving out
large chunks of flesh from its side. The hallway is narrow enough to limit Yi
and Kris to only ranged attacks and, maybe, cheerleading.
John comes down, from the second floor.
John has arrived.
You paged the room with 'Am I dead?'.
Three-Blades pages to the room: That would ..suck.
Listeners present:
Name Sex Form Doing
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John M Homid Greet the Sun, Whet the Blade.
Tskilegwa - Owlish -
Three-Blades F Crinos -
Little Bear M Crinos Camo, left flank
Roger M Homid 3.5 agg. :)
Stands-Proud - Crinos -
Tskilegwa pages: Your dominant hand is gone. BS. 4 levels of damage. That knock
him out?
From afar, to the room, Stands-Proud will save you?
You paged Tskilegwa with '7 damage levels total.'.
From afar, to the room, Little Bear gets a mental image of John in a cheerleader
outfit and loses it completely.
Tskilegwa pages: Unconscious or rage to keep going.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'Rage.'.
Salem comes down, from the second floor.
Salem has arrived.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'Too much has happened tonight for Roger to let himself
just pass out.'.
Eamon comes down, from the second floor.
Eamon has arrived.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'Besides... they're in his house.'.
Three-Blades immediately flattens at the sound of gunfire, expecting a bullet
that doesn't come. And then explosion sounds, and passes by the ragabash. Little
Bear! The ragabash is back on all fours in a flash, bearing down from one
apartment towards the other. She squeezes out of the apartment and moves to one
side, letting Kris come out if she wants, while she searches for some opening to
jump in and take a grab with her jaws. A handy leg, or flailing limb perhaps.
Three-Blades pages to the room: Are the sprinklers still going?
Stands-Proud pages to the room: Yeah, my pose depends on that answer. :)
Tskilegwa pages to the room: Sprinklers are still on.
From afar, to the room, John is heading up the stairs with a caution relative to
how close the fighting is. Salem and Eamon are following by the looks of it.
Three-Blades pages to the room: The fighting is in front of Sophia's apartment,
in the hallway.
~YOW!~ Okay, YOW just sounds wierd in Crinos. She takes the advantage of the
opening Yi gives her, and just..looks. Sighing, the Fang murmurs a slight
apology to the owner of the place, and silently begins tallying up the total
damages. And with that, She bolts. Across the Hallway, striaght against the
opposite wall--and INTO the opposite wall, using her claws to help her gain
extra crashing power, to get into Sophia's room, and behind the critter.
Little Bear pages to the room: WOO HOO! Let's get this party started!
Eamon decides to join the fighting upstairs, following John and Salem. He shifts
to Crinos and crouches, waiting for an opening.
John pages to the room: Ahhh /dammit/ I was hoping no-one'd wreck the walls. Oh
well.
Three-Blades pages to the room: John goes: Hey, I don't own the place.
Little Bear pages to the room: If I survive this, I'm ripping that fucking
toilet out :)
From afar, to the room, Stands-Proud decided we needed more room to maneuver.
Three-Blades pages to the room: Someone ought to page people downstairs with the
noise happening up here.
From afar, to the room, Little Bear | A growing water spot can be seen on the
ceiling as the sounds of what can only be sledge hammers and nailguns go off
upstairs. War, and redecorating, is hell.
You paged Four-Leaves, Tumbleweed, Rushes-In, and Bridge-Mender with 'Just so
you know... the sound of gunfire, explosions, and agonized screaming are
eminating from upstairs.'.
Tskilegwa pages to the room: Could someone volunteer to transmit noise to people
downstairs? I'm bordering on overwhelmed.
From afar, to the room, John does
Stands-Proud pages to the room: When you don't have enough room to fight: Make
room.
Bridge-Mender pages to Four-Leaves, Tumbleweed, Rushes-In, and Roger: Just how
agonized? Kind of an 'aah, aah, arg', or, like, a really throaty screech?
From afar, to Tumbleweed, Rushes-In, Bridge-Mender, and Roger, Four-Leaves
grins. Wow, I thought it was from the TV. Dove you leave the thing on again?
John pages to the room: Kindly remember that this is a building with several
floors above it. We do still need /some/ of the walls.
From afar, to the room, Stands-Proud only planned on trashing the one wall. :)
You paged the room with 'I already paged the downstairs people. Sorry for not
mentioning it, was in another window.'.
You paged Four-Leaves, Tumbleweed, Rushes-In, and Bridge-Mender with 'You ever
hear someone scream after their hand was blown off from an explosion? That kind
of agony.'.
From afar, Three-Blades holy shits at your 7 agg...
You paged Tskilegwa with 'Are you going to pose my rage healing thingy? Or
should I be taking care of that? Either way I need to know how much I rage-
healed.'.
You paged Three-Blades with 'And he's going to try and keep on coming too.'.
Listeners present:
Name Sex Form Doing
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Eamon M Homid blur
Salem M Glabro Rage 6, Pure Breed 4.
John M Homid Greet the Sun, Whet the Blade.
Tskilegwa - Owlish -
Three-Blades F Crinos 1 agg
Little Bear M Crinos Camo, left flank
Roger M Homid 7 agg.
Stands-Proud - Crinos -
Three-Blades pages: You're crazy. You're gonna die. ;)
Little Bear ignores the relatively minor pain of the bullet and shrapnel,
focusing on digging his way through his monstrosity. He digs his claws into its
torso and pulls, biting viciously where the rip would appear the whole time.
From afar, Tskilegwa checks to see how much. One sec.
Tskilegwa pages: 3 points back.
John pages to the room: So who's closest to the stairs?
Three-Blades pages to the room: Roger, likely.
John pages to the room: Er... that's already here, who we can grab?
You paged the room with 'Roger is right next to the 'thing' and LB.'.
Eamon shakes his ruff as he can't get to the combat at the moment, so he goes
around to the rooms he can reach to make sure there aren't any others in the
building.
Growling in the unnaturally deep glabro voice, John grunts at the nearest
noncombatant, "How many?"
You paged Tskilegwa with 'You instantly go Crinos when you rageheal, right?'.
You have shifted to Crinos form.
From afar, Tskilegwa checks.
Tskilegwa pages: You posed an action yet?
You paged Tskilegwa with 'No. Should I?'.
Tskilegwa pages: Yup.
Tskilegwa pages to the room: Pose coming shortly. Sorry. Chaos on this end!
Three-Blades pages to the room: We'll use the time to strategize.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'Ok. Posing now then.'.
Roger slumps down for a second almost drifting unto unconsciousness or death,
but right as his eyes appear to close they snap open again and his body explodes
up off the ground, standing in the crinos form as a raging warcry, defiant
against black death sounds throughout the house loud enough to penitrate into
the basement with its vibrato of hate. The metis Walker's eyes, still wide open
and glassy lock onto that which attacked him and dive for it's legs, trying to
chew them off and claw through the back of them with his one good clawed near-
hand, grunting with gusto as little else but vengance at the attack he just
suffered is sought by his mind.
Dreamer(#4124PJce)
There is no doubt that the creature you have just gazed upon could possibly kill
you. This wolf-man-thing stands on it's hind legs at a bit more then eight feet
in height and seems nearly that wide as well. This huge, brown furred, and
heavily muscled mother fucker looks about with a snarl that defies the word
'anger' and goes straight on to 'pissed'.
Three-Blades pages: Aiee, Rage healed eh?
You paged Three-Blades with 'Indeed.'.
Three-Blades pages: Lovely... what happens when you rage heal?
You paged Three-Blades with 'Roll rage against diff 6 for how many points you
heal back but with an automatic battlescar, which means Roger's hand is probably
gone for good, and risk massive beserker frenzy.'.
Kristine plows through the wall on the first try, splintering boards and
snapping a two-by-four in the processes. She knocks over a TV that was inside
the room and barely escapes getting her foot tangled up in the process. The
others, kept at bay by the architecture, can do little more than watch. Any fool
could see that seven on one is one that will be lost, and the wolf-spider thing
flies into a rage-charged blur, lashing out at the one he's already damaged the
most and attacked him first: Roger. Roger's own frenzy counters the slippery,
shit-coated monster. Blood, flesh, fur, and gore flies everywhere in it's last-
ditch effort to kill one of the already-wounded Garou. Little Bear continues his
ripping and clawing and biting, doing considerable damage to the thing,
particularly since it essentially ignores his incoming, savage attacks. Sophia's
room continues to burn, sprinklers still spray water everywhere. But the battle
appears over.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'How much dam? :)'.
Little Bear picks the bloody carcass up by digging his claws between the ribs of
one half of the chest cavity, SLAMMING it against the wall with a roar of
triumph. He turns, gorey talons clenching and unclenching, and kicks the door
open of the room Roger was just standing in front of, looking for more
intruders. ~ Heal him, ~ he calls over his shoulder almost nonchalantly.
Tskilegwa pages: He unloaded everything. Lots and lots of damage as you and he
both went balls out. I think Roger's had it, honestly.
Three-Blades howls her fury, seeing her packmate being attacked and even more at
Roger going down. The Gnawer slips and slides her way down to the metis, still
on all fours through crinos-sized, putting herself between the Beast and Roger's
fallen body. The Gnawer lets Stands-Proud through, before pushing and shoving
her way towards the Wyrmthing and her packmate. From there she launches herself
at the midsection vitals of the creature, biting and clawing at the extra limbs
and spine.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'If thats how it is, then thats how it is.'.
From afar, to the room, Tskilegwa leaves here for you people to RP on this for a
bit. Juggling multiple scenes at once is, for the record, insane. The thing is
dead, it stinks of sewage, and there's a trail of septic sludge going from it to
the apartment's bathroom.
John wastes no time with petty vengeance on the corpse, but instead narrow his
eyes at the group, frowning. "Where are our fucking heal--" He trails off,
before striding back down the stairs.
From afar, to the room, Little Bear checks the other rooms to make sure nothing
else has come in then helps put out the fire in Sophia's room.
Cursing is heard as the Fang detangles herself. Why does this always happen? Not
that she's going to explain outloud. She moves through the now open door (not
the one she made, mind you), ~Just a note, the Wall is my fault~ She's not
paying for the water damage. She moves over to Roger, a hand moving, not taking
the time to see if he's still alive. Hands glow, and she places them over the
Metis' body, channeling the energies necessary to begin knitting torn and
injured flesh back together, ~Mother, allow your light to heal our comrade...~
she trails off, and the hands touch Roger's form.
From afar, to the room, Three-Blades takes skin, teeth and bone trophies. XD
Tskilegwa pages: I think with the damage that got dished out, even if he was
lucky enough to get healing, it'd be an incredibly crippling battle scar. He'd
never be able to really function much at all.
Tskilegwa heads down the stairs.
Tskilegwa has left.
Ever-Grinning returns from checking the rooms. ~All clear.~ He moves to check
the situation.
Dreamer coughs out a gurgling blood soaked hack and lashes out with a hand to
grip and throw Kris' hand away. "Let me die!" He gurgles through a nearly
useless throat.
Leonard emerges from the last room, in homid. Soaked, covered in slime and shit
and gore, his normally expressionless face is alight with anger. He checks on
Three-Blades, making sure she's alright, then moves down the stairs, fists
clenched.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'Rather him be dead then. Cool! Roger died like,
valiently.'.
Leonard heads down the stairs.
Leonard has left.
Three-Blades sniffs with a wrinkled muzzle on the corpse of the last Dancer,
before growling angrily at Roger. She offers to hold him down though, if Kris
insists.
John heads down the stairs.
John has left.
Salem hesitates, staring at his downed packmate. Then, face tight, he follows
downstairs after John.
Salem heads down the stairs.
Salem has left.
~You ask me to deny what it was I was gifted to do?~ Is the Fang's response.
~You would die here, now? That isn't wise. It's cowardly. Your people need you.~
Up to Three-Blades, ~HOld him...~ And Bam! Request denied! The Gift goes off.
You paged Stands-Proud and Three-Blades with ' Hold on there.'.
You paged Stands-Proud and Three-Blades with ' Unfortunatly, Roger is going to
die regardless of what you do, so I'm going to interject something here.'.
From afar, to Three-Blades and Dreamer, Stands-Proud would still attempt to heal
you, regardless. :) You can croak before the gift takes affect.
Three-Blades obliges Kris, approaching Dreamer and gripping onto the metis down.
Carefully. In case he happens to frenzy a second time.
Pack> Salem deals with Stuff Happening on two characters at once, and oy veys.
Pack> Guards-Flame wonders how to combat slime, Oh! Resist Pain :D
You paged Stands-Proud with 'Ok, but do me a favor.'.
Stands-Proud pages: Sure.
You paged Stands-Proud with 'Attempt the healing, have it not take hold, and
wait there a moment before moving. I'm going to do something horribly
dramatic.'.
Stands-Proud pages: Okay. :)
From afar, to the room, Three-Blades expects Roger to make a very heroic speech
before he dies.
From afar, to the room, Stands-Proud giggles.
Eamon pages to the room: Hey, Garou never get to do that. :)
Three-Blades pages to the room: You're a galliard! You better! *eyes Roger*
There are no words. The Fang, concentrates, channeling the Mother's energies
into the wounded Garou, but, something doesn't appear right. Perhaps death's
clutches are already wrapped around the man's heart, in his soul. But that's not
stopping her from trying. ~Do not die on me..Don't!~ It's a low
growl...whispered if it was possible.
Stands-Proud pages to the room: Okay, everyone here is witness that Kristine did
not LET Rog die. :) Okay, thank you, LOL. :D
From afar, Cameron peers.
From afar, Cameron frowns. How's the healing going?
From afar, to the room, Eamon | Stands-Proud says, ~Get me a liter of type B
positive, STAT!~
From afar, to the room, Three-Blades is B type blood.
From afar, to the room, Stands-Proud giggles!
Dreamer pushes himself up with the arm that threw away Kris' hand and he grips
at her shirt, pulling her face close to his as she attempts her healing, and it
fails. Shruging off Yi with his crinosed strength he growls in Kris' face ~I am
Roger Cohen the third. Howls-Before-Dying. I can see Gaia's light before me and
it invites me home... don't rob this from me. I can feel it deep within, my legs
do not work... I can hardly breathe. To force me to live on would be to create
an abomination of pity. I will not become that. Tell them... Tell them to
remember my deeds... the good and the bad. I was a warrior, a poet, an inventor.
An insane metis who forgives all who hated him for that fact... because in the
end, I fought well and I fought for Gaia and for them. I took nothing, I asked
for nothing... and I gave all I had. Tell John... tell him that I'll be watching
him and Rina, and by Gaia I'll personally come back and personally take him to
the deadside with me if he hurts her.~ At this Roger starts to look at a point
that isn't quite on Kris' face, but inside of it. ~Promise me you'll take the
Caern back from those nazi bastards.~ It is not a request.
Tskilegwa pages to Stands-Proud, Three-Blades, Eamon, and Dreamer: More sounds
of battle from the kitchen in case you haven't heard.
From afar, to the room, Stands-Proud is in Crinos, so in fact, doesn't have a
shirt. MY CHEST HAIR!
You paged the room with 'Whatever. ;)'.
From afar, to the room, Stands-Proud was attempting to be amusing.
You paged the room with 'I know. :) I'm not bitter, was just saying 'Whatever'.
:)'.
Three-Blades' ears go up from the sounds downstairs, and her fur bristles again.
Sprinklers still drenching down her fur, she swallows deep, fighting down her
howl. ~Howls-Before-Dying...~ she growls quietly. ~We'll take back the caern. Or
die trying.~ The Gnawer looks up at Stands-Proud, glancing again down the
stairs.
Dreamer sighs a pleased breath. ~...Gaia's light is so warm... let me ride it
home.~ With this his eyes focus on something beyond Kristine... something that
shimmers in his eyes visibly, and Dreamer breathes his last breath.
And here, is when she realizes that no amount of healing is going to save him.
She considers herself a merciful being, and well... The last statement is met
with a muted bob of her muzzle, her eyes also distracted, thanks to the sounds
downstairs. Her eyes close for a moment, before she clasps Roger's shoulder with
a paw, not glowing, as she'd retracted the energies, saving them for someone
else. He's too far gone to really bring him back. The gesture, an acceptance of
his words, his 'request'. ~It will be done.~ A pause, and then quietly, ~Rest
well, Howls-before-Dying...~ She then stands up, shifts to Glabro, and looks to
Yi, "We better move..."
Tskilegwa pages to Three-Blades, Eamon, and Dreamer: The fire in Sophia's room,
if it hasn't been manually put out, is losing the battle with the sprinkler
system.
Three-Blades crouches, clutching Roger's wolven head. Running a clawed hand
through his wet fur, the Gnawer peers into his dead eyes, and closes them
gently. The ragabash, no galliard she, snarls with untold anger. ~Go,~ she says
to Stands-Proud and any left. ~Help them downstairs.~
Eamon walks over to stand by Roger, looking into his eyes as he faces. "You got
it, pal. We're takin' it back at all costs. You did us proud." He looks up at
the sounds of battle downstairs and rushes toward them.
Kristine nods, succinctly, and turns, running after her ex-packmate.
Kristine heads down the stairs.
Kristine has left.
Eamon heads down the stairs.
Eamon has left.
Pack> Salem says "To frenzy, or not to frenzy."
Pack> Guards-Flame says "Don't frenzy! Don't frenzy! LOL"
Three-Blades pages to Salem, Leonard, John, Lianne, Kaz, Tumbleweed, Rushes-In,
Guards-Flame, Bridge-Mender, Kristine, Eamon, and Dreamer: A howl, long, loud,
low and full of sorrow issues from upstairs. It calls out to Gaia, telling her
to spirit the fallen warrior, Howls-Before-Dying, to his home in her heart. To
keep him safe and heal him there, until the time he can return.
John comes down, from the second floor.
John has arrived.
Water sprays down from the sprinklers above, keeping for now, the drenched forms
of Three-Blades and Dreamer from the flames licking up in Sophia's apartment
that are spreading. The Gnawer is crouched beside the fallen galliard, head
raised in a howl that fades when the ahroun comes.
Roger lays there, a tattered reminant of what he once was... but in his claws on
the hand that remains, and in his teeth... are the blood and flesh of Gaia's
enemies... Dreamer's body rests there in the crinos form, a final testament to
his breed, and the look on his face is almost... peaceful.
Bridge-Mender comes down, from the second floor.
Bridge-Mender has arrived.
Alicia comes down, from the second floor.
Alicia has arrived.
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Hallway(#3407RJL)
The narrow stairwell leads up to a brightly lit hallway, with four doors along
the sides, each door equipped with a small one-way peephole and a number.
Several small security cameras are mounted near the ceiling. On the far end of
the hall hangs a full-length mirror in a simple wooden frame.
Contents:
Alicia(#3470PVc)
Bridge-Mender
John
Three-Blades
Obvious exits:
Francisco's Apt Jack Salem's Apt John's Apt Sophia's Apt Down
Dreamer(#4124PJce)
There is no doubt that the creature you have just gazed upon could possibly kill
you. This wolf-man-thing stands on it's hind legs at a bit more then eight feet
in height and seems nearly that wide as well. This huge, brown furred, and
heavily muscled mother fucker looks about with a snarl that defies the word
'anger' and goes straight on to 'pissed'.
Three-Blades crouches beside the tattered galliard, but rises to her large paws,
looking back at the fire in the apartment that's spreading with barely any
contest from the sprinkler system. The two are at the top of the stairs.
Three-Blades pages to the room: Near the top of the stairs I mean, in front of
Sophia's apartment.
The Ahroun simply stands in the hallway in homid, a few moments, as the water
trickles over them all. His jaw tightens, his hands ball into fists, and he
takes a deep breath in through his teeth. "Dammit," he whispers, standing a few
moments longer. Ice-blue eyes run over the scene. The fire. He drops his head,
and then shakes it roughly - sending water flying. "Where's the fucking fire
hose," he mumbles to himself distractedly, searching about the hallway.
Racing up the stairs after the fire is put out, Alicia, in full Glabro, appears.
She stares over towards the broken body of Roger and lets out a loud breath,
eyes widening. "Fuck.." She repeats from earlier, hands squeezing together.
Three-Blades bars way for Alicia, growling simply. ~Give me a report.~
From afar, to the room, Three-Blades has a bite on her left arm. No biggie.
Bridge-Mender's teeth are bared, her claws out as she looks to Three-Blades, to
Roger, then she sweeps her eyes along what's left of the hall, the floor. She
snarls at the fire, ears flat. ~Tumble and Salem are hurt, there's something in
the basement. I can smell it. Is anyone else up here, anyone hurt?~
Taking a moment to shake her head and clear thoughts, Alicia says. "Everything
downstairs is a whole lot fucking better then it was down there. Sniper up on
the roof took a shot at Kaz and plunked silver in her. And.." She pauses as
Anneka starts in. "She just filled in the rest."
Three-Blades snarls angrily, frustration rising. The roof? Three-Blades turns,
ooh, she's pissed.
Bridge-Mender nods twice, sharp. ~They need to go.~
"Yo! You wait for me." Alicia says, scrambling after Three-Blades.
~Wait! Roof, what is there? What can see?~ Bridge-Mender looks to Roger's body,
then down the stairs.
John rumbles, "If my apartment's still clean, I'm going in. They'll need a
headshot to take me out." The voice descends into a glabro'd growl. "Roger's
apartment," he adds to himself before barking out finally, "Someone take care of
the fire!"
Name set.
RogerDead(#4124PJce)
For a moment Bridge-Mender's eyes blur over, then her hackles rise up. ~There's
gas downstairs. Something from the basement.~ She looks to John and nods, then
races along the hall.
Three-Blades pauses in making her way to the rooftop. John's command is what
stops her, before she growls assent. The Gnawer looks at both Alicia and at
Bridge-Mender. ~World's going to hell. Let's not let it go up in flames as
well.~ The ragabash goes into the apartment she came from, ripping off any long,
soaked sheets to use in batting down the fire.
From afar, to the room, John is assuming there'd be a firehose in the building
/somewhere/. Otherwise it might as well be a chimney.
From afar, to the room, Three-Blades gets a 'hose' then.
Bridge-Mender pages to the room: Annlet's on her way. :)
Alicia lets out a quick breath, then follows after Yi to do the same. "Gas?
Fucking A. Does he have guns in here?" She calls out to the others, snagging wet
sheets as well.
Little Bear comes down, from the second floor.
Little Bear has arrived.
Little Bear crawls up the stairs in crinos, coughing and choking. Bloody foam
flecks his muzzle. ~ Gas... ~
Three-Blades and Alicia continue swatting the flames down with wet sheets in
Sophia's apartment, Roger's body lying in the hallway outside it. The fire
slowly is contained by the efforts of Alicia, Anneka (with a handy fire hose),
and Yi spraying water and hitting down flames.
At the end of the hall, through smoke and flame curling around the remnants of
walls, the shattered floor, a sandy-haired wolf is caught in glimpses. She
coughs, a low growl, then glass smashes. ~Here!~ A valve creaks and water starts
to roar out of the thing, sprays in an arc along a wall, then back towards the
fire as Bridge-Mender starts to step backwards towards the stairs.
Bridge-Mender has reconnected.
Little Bear coughs more as the air he thought he'd get happens to be choked with
smoke. ~ Smoking us out... ~
Bridge-Mender has partially disconnected.
Alicia lets out a breath and heads out into the hallway, leaning over and grasps
LB by the arm, dragging him up, Glabro muscles flexing. "C'mon, up, up. Cough it
out and lets get moving. We'll prevail."
The fire is put out swiftly once efforts are concentrated, with the hose on full
blast. Three-Blades sees her packmate, and hurries over. The ragabash, supports
Little Bear as best she can, before squeezing past him to watch the stairs.
~Who's left?~ she calls out to the others who were down there. ~Lyra. Where's
Four-Leaves?~ She turns to look at Anneka.
Little Bear stands, coughing, leaning on his packmate and the glabro. ~ Gas all
downstairs... foul things in the basement. Have to get out. ~
Three-Blades pages to the room: There has to be a fire escape to this building
right?
Little Bear pages to the room: We can survive a freakin' two-story jump :)
As far as firefighters go, Bridge-Mender is a most peculiar one. Her coat looms
large, wrapped about her, gigantic on her spidery lupine frame. Her muzzle's
parted in a sharp-toothed grin as she lets the water roar out along walls, into
rooms. ~Downstairs,~ she growls. ~With Kaz.~ She nods to Leonard. ~Walks-Thin-
Ice!~
The Walker hears his name called, and pokes his head out of one of the rooms.
He's got kevlar strapped visibly to his chest, and an assault rifle in his
hands. "What? I'm about to get those snipers."
Little Bear points at John, nodding. ~ Need way out cleared. ~
Little Bear tries taking shallow breaths, it helps, some.
"Oh hell, John, give me some of that shit. I wanna light some fuckers up. I can
use a gun." Alicia says as she glances over to the Arnold Swartz of Glass
Walkers.
Three-Blades snorts at John, ears flat. ~Those snipers will be gone by now. They
won't stay in one place for long. But we should go rooftop, to clear it.~
Bridge-Mender nods twice, then turns the hose on herself, soaks her coat and
fur. She snaps her teeth together. ~Water beats fire.~
Little Bear looks around the room, uncertainly. ~ If you can breathe poison, go
down and help. Cub's hurt bad. ~ He inhales gingerly, coughs. ~ Kin's still down
there. Healer, big Walker. Kaz. Fianna went into the basement, didn't come out.~
Three-Blades snarls without pleasure. ~Get some sheets, wrap it around your
muzzle. Let's go rescue.~
John barks, "Fuck off. I'll do the roof. Get out, and make sure someone blows up
the basement." He comes out of the room properly now, and lowers to a crouch to
roll a cylinder of some strange orange liquid, towards them. It's probably
familiar to any who've seen it. Roger's pipe bomb. "Basement has evidence. Need
it toasted. Everyone else out, and to your homes. Or the Rialto." With that, the
Walker heads back into the room. If they chase him... he's disappeared into one
of the large mirrors there. Good old Roger, planning ahead.
Alicia leans over and scoops up the orange canister, being the only one with
fingers at the moment. "Lets do this then guys." She says, growling loudly in
her throat.
You paged John with 'If the safehouse has to go... Roger has the whole place
wired to blow.'.
Little Bear nods, disappearing into one of the bedrooms and then soaking a sheet
in the spraying water so thoughtflly supplied by Anneka. He wraps it around his
face, straightening, then coughing. ~ Come on. ~
From afar, John was rather hoping Rog'd have done it. But would like to salvage
as much as he can.
Little Bear heads down the stairs.
Little Bear has left.
Three-Blades grins with the light of someone who's just about to get her
revenge. The wet sheet she holds gets wrapped about her head lightly, leaving
her looking like some arabic wolf before she powers downstairs after her
packmate
Three-Blades heads down the stairs.
Three-Blades has left.
Bridge-Mender turns the water on the fire again, growls with something akin to
joy as she lets the water roar out, casting steam and smoke up from the broken
walls. Then she drops the hose and turns to wrap lengths of cloth around her
muzzle. She follows after the others.
Bridge-Mender heads down the stairs.
Bridge-Mender has left.
Alicia heads down the stairs.
Alicia has left.
Hallway(#3407RJL)
The narrow stairwell leads up to a brightly lit hallway, with four doors along
the sides, each door equipped with a small one-way peephole and a number.
Several small security cameras are mounted near the ceiling. On the far end of
the hall hangs a full-length mirror in a simple wooden frame.
Contents:
John
Obvious exits:
Francisco's Apt Jack Salem's Apt John's Apt Sophia's Apt Down
A well lit stairwell, that leads down. Into the building's lobby.
Demon comes down, from the second floor.
Demon has arrived.
Little Bear comes down, from the second floor.
Little Bear has arrived.
Little Bear follows the cub up the stairs, more slowly, coughing. ~ Come back,
we're getting out... Front door. Ice has the snipers. ~
You paged John with 'One other device you found in Roger's room. A small box
with a red button on it and an antenna. Roger's talked about this thing before,
but you haven't seen it till now.'.
Demon takes in the damage, then whips around at the sound of Little-Bear's
voice. Snarling, hackles raised and claws flexing.
Little Bear growls back, then chokes. ~ NO time for this, cub! Down and out,
NOW! ~
Bridge-Mender comes down, from the second floor.
Bridge-Mender has arrived.
Little Bear talks to Demon at the head of the stairs, not sounding happy.
Course, that could be because his throat is so much raw hamburger.
Demon's ears flatten, buts she does what she is told. Shrinking back down into
Glabro before running down the stairs.
Bridge-Mender races up the stairs, takes them three, five at a time, then
reaches up to pull the rags away from her muzzle. ~We're moving the hurt into
the umbra. Going soon, people are fighting over what to do with the bomb.~ She
looks to Leonard, then to Little Demon as she runs back down the stairs. ~All
right.~
Little Bear turns, spying Bridge-Mender. He blinks, suddenly, realizing, and
goes to fetch Roger's body. ~ Metis. Can't leave him here. ~ He kneels down,
shaking his head, and lays his hands on the corpse, muttering.
Bridge-Mender wraps the rags about her muzzle again and nods. I'll walk the way.
With that she turns again and starts down the stairs.
Bridge-Mender heads down the stairs.
Bridge-Mender has left.
Renee heads down the stairs.
Renee has left.
Little Bear pages: Come with me, I'm carrying you down to the basement.
You head down the stairs, and into the lobby.
Walker Safe House - Lobby(#2832RAJL)
This small tenement building is a work that any interior decorator would
be proud of. The building is somehow filled with light and space,
despite the fact that the room is far from large. Mirrored surfaces and
lush green potted plants are much in evidence - jarring only slightly
with the video cameras that perch unobtrusively in various locations. A
small sign on the wall lists the number of apartments upstairs as eight,
though there are no names next to the apartment numbers. A very thick
door leads downstairs, with no visible method of being opened - except a
keypad next to it. A monitor is perched above the entrance, showing
images from the hidden camera that watches the outside of the building.
The lobby branches off into what appears to be a small recreation room;
for use only by residents and their guests.
(+VIEW Enabled)
Contents:
Renee
Bridge-Mender
Alicia(#3470PVc)
Three-Blades
Eamon
Kristine
Salem
Tskilegwa(#2783PJWc)
Kaz(#2939PJOQc)
Tumbleweed
Rushes-In
Current Safehouse Residents (Feb 19/02)
Obvious exits:
Rec Room Basement Stairway Out
You make you way to the bottom of the stairs.
Little Bear comes downstairs.
Little Bear has arrived.
Three-Blades jerks her head in a hacking cough, then looks from Kaz to Alicia.
There's no way she's letting two of her friends die tonight.
You paged Little Bear with 'Um, you aren't leaving me there are you?'.
Little Bear comes down the stairs, carrying Roger's corpse. ~ Can't leave this
here. Can't dedicate it, too big. ~
Little Bear pages: In the basement?
Rushes-In has disconnected.
You paged Little Bear with 'Yeah.'.
Alicia glances over to Kaz and lets out a breath, coughing a bit under the rag.
"Hey, what a way to go eh'?" She says, pounding on her chest with a free hand.
Reaching out, she goes to snag the lighter from her friend. "Just get outta
'ere, I'll be right behind yeh'. I'm launching this thing and leaping right
out."
Little Bear pages: If we blow it up, yeah. :)
Renee hacks, as she makes it to the bottom of the stairs. ~Okay. Someoen take
fuckin' charge and lets move before this shit kills all of us!~
Kaz bites off the words. "Get. Out. Now. Renee, are there fucking still fucking
snipers?"
Little Bear pages: I'd like not to breach the fuck out of the veil :)
Tskilegwa pages to the room: Sizzle, sizzle. Another level of agg damage. And
people think smoking will kill you?
Little Bear pages: And hey, is this not appropriate to Roger or what? Viking
funeral, in a way.
Bridge-Mender thumps down the stairs, a few great leaps that takes her past Kaz
and to the foot of the stairs. She looks back up to the wreck of the second
floor, then back to Kaz and Three-Blades. Her ears go flat. She looks back to
Leonard, then pulls the rags away from her muzzle. She coughs out a shout.
~Walks-Thin-Ice is going after them!~
Renee shakes her head. ~They're gone. Matt and I chased'em off.~
You paged Little Bear with 'Well, yeah, I thought of that. The body doesn't need
to be around to do a Gathering.'.
Three-Blades looks up at the stairs, and Roger's body. ~Lay the body on basement
stairs, and get out of here,~ she tells her packmate. Then a sharp look at Renee
and Kaz as if 'What are you still doing here!'
Kaz growls, "I know that. I'm asking the cub, who was /there/. Thank you,
dipshit, for telling me that when I asked the first time. Ok, everyone OUT, now.
Alicia, I got it."
Little Bear nods to Yi, and shakes his head, murmuring, ~ Go with Grandmother. ~
He chucks Roger's body down the stairs, coughs, and moves to the front door,
shifting down to homid and staggering under the flurry of coughs that wrack his
body.
Renee runs to the door and opens it wide, before heading out, into the open and
straight for the nearest alleyway.
Roger's body flumps uncerimoniously down the stairs, awaiting yet another
form of oblivion.
Alicia growls loudly. "Kaz, fucking A. John wants this place lit up." She heaves
out a loud huff, finding herself outranked by this decision. She looks up at
her, then hands over the glass tube, dancing from foot to foot. "Please, don't
die.." She says, then looks to Yi, turning and starting off quickly and out of
the building. "C'mon Yi."
From afar, to the room, Kristine snickers at Rog.
Leonard leaves by the front door.
Leonard has left.
Three-Blades protests no longer, helping her packmate with the body down the
stairs and using the brief moment of air to breathe. Once Roger's body is down,
she shifts down and follows Little Bear and Alicia out.
Yi pages to the room: If it's ok, I'd like to log what happens inside here
still. :)
Renee leaves by the front door.
Renee has left.
Bridge-Mender looks to Kaz and nods sharp, is changing as she runs towards the
door. She's human by the time she darts out into the alley, at least in seeming.
From afar, to the room, Alicia is also, logging.
Anneka leaves by the front door.
Anneka has left.
Eamon leaves by the front door.
Eamon has left.
From afar, to the room, Kristine guess she should move, neh? :)
From afar, to the room, Kaz whups, everyone left before I could make someone get
the CRINOS BODY out of there.
Yi pages to the room: Roger's body is gonna get blown to friggin bits...
Kristine leaves by the front door.
Kristine has left.
Tumbleweed leaves by the front door.
Tumbleweed has left.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'There is enough potently high-explosive chemicals in
the basement to collapse it in a big fiery wreck if they were to all go at once.
Not to mention the entire building is wired to blow sky high via a remote device
John is holding. Mind you, Roger rigged it to blow up and in, not out. :)'.
Salem leaves by the front door.
Salem has left.
From afar, John idly hopes you rigged the place to blow /up/, now /out/...
You paged John with 'More like, up and in, yes.'.
Tskilegwa pages: Well, that negates the need for flipping coins to see if the
place was explosive or not.
You paged Tskilegwa with 'Heh. The basement collapsing will be a hazard to
people above, but not initially deadly. If John pushes that button though... if
you're in the building. You. Are. Dead.'.
Tskilegwa pages to the room: Okay. What're the rest of ya doing?
Alicia pages to the room: Alicia and Yi have left, we just logging. :D
From afar, to the room, Yi is out of the building, but logging. :}
You paged the room with 'I'm like... just kinda laying there... bleeding. Not
bleeding too death persay... bleeding past death? Yeah, that sounds right.'.
Tskilegwa pages to the room: There are going to be Get Viking ancestor spirits
with a serious case of pyre envy.
Kaz growls something unintelligible about metis and scientists. Eventually, she
shrugs, lights the fuse, tosses it none too gently into the basement, and bolts
out the door, post haste.
Kaz leaves by the front door.
Kaz has left.
From afar, to the room, Tskilegwa carries it outside.
Tskilegwa leaves by the front door.
Tskilegwa has left.
Alicia leaves by the front door.
Alicia has left.
You walk out to the street.
Regan Avenue, Downtown
Tenements, small businesses, and tiny restaurants line the street. Heavy metal
bars encase the glass fronts of the stores. Battered cars, almost falling apart
with rust, are parked haphazardly here and there along the sidewalks. People
travel in groups, here, wary of the small gangs of young boys at street corners.
Several blocks have the same dull repetitiveness, from Fifth Street all the way
to Twelfth. Only the graffiti marks a difference between the blocks, the
occasional rudeness sometimes broken up by light colors and strange designs.
Contents:
Alicia(#3470PVc)
Tskilegwa(#2783PJWc)
Kaz(#2939PJOQc)
Salem
Tumbleweed
Kristine
John
Eamon
Anneka
Renee
Leonard
Wildfire
Sepdet(#4138PVceq$)
Brittany
Lianne
J.C.
chalk drawing(#3636d)
VW Beetle
Obvious exits:
Old Building Dark Alley Old Cathedral Tin-Yen Chop Suey Pool Hall South
North East West
The door clicks shut behind you.
Anneka pages: You're dead! Stop moving, it's disconcerting. :)
Yi comes out of the Old Building.
Yi has arrived.
The Fang gets a Gnawer barrelling into her. "Hi," she says, hoarse. "Thanks. Now
get the fuck outta here."
Yi pages to the room: Holy cow there was a lotta us.
You paged Anneka with 'Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...
braaaaaaaaaaainsssss.'.
Lianne reaches her car and gets inside. She waits a moment to see if she will be
driving anyone away, before leaving the area.
From afar, to the room, Leonard suggests we all rendezvous at the Rialto per
John's suggestion.
From afar, to the room, Yi shoos people.
Anneka pages to the room: Scratch my last pose.
Roger's bike leans against the wall near the safehouse door. :)
From afar, to the room, Kristine will...drag Rushes-In with her, or something?
Tumbleweed pages to the room: I'm still umbral here, and the gauntlet's probably
a bit high to be hopping back.
Sepdet says crisply, "Injured, go with Lianne. NOW." She steps up to Leonard,
touching her forehead. "No more waiting. Go on." She starts east at a crisp
clip.
Eamon has disconnected.
You paged Sepdet with 'Woo! Hey! When'd you show up? :)'.
Leonard shakes his head, moves towards the car.
Anneka leans over, rests her hands on her knees and coughs streamers of blood to
the earth. Then she straightens up, pale. Her freckles stand out, stark against
her skin as she shakes her head, once. She rubs her mouth with the back of a
hand, then furrows her brow, looks along the length of the alley. "Renee?" She
frowns. "Anyone see her?"
Pack> Salem will meet y'all at the Rialto tomorrow. Is just hanging out to see
the place blow for the log.
Locations Players
OOC Lounge and Tahiti Beach Cameron Cerwin Dizzy
Feinan Guest-of- Guest-of-
Helen Jamethon Jenny
Lenny Ling Nargalsiu
Seirian Tobin Vicki
Wakshaani
Sep's GM room(#1294RJ$) Sekhmet
Regan Avenue, Downtown Alicia Anneka Brittany
J.C. John Kaz
Kristine Leonard Lianne
Renee RogerDead Salem
Sepdet Tskilegwa Tumblewee
Wildfire Yi
Falcon's Rest(#2599RAJLMh) Brigid
Tski's Roost(#3946RJ) Nicodemus
Whispering Pines - Rhiannon's Apt. Rhiannon
Kristine heads east towards the Regan Hope Project and further blocks of Regan.
Kristine has left.
Sepdet heads east towards the Regan Hope Project and further blocks of Regan.
Sepdet has left.
Yi, who had been coughing and hacking through her loosely arabic sheet-mask, has
it loosened and motions to Anneka. "Junkyard. Go." She's already moving away,
fast, barefoot, bleeding... into Lianne's car
Leonard glances at Anneka, moving towards Lianne's car. "Some went to the other
world. John said meet at the Rialto."
Leonard helps Yi, leaning on her almost as much as she leans on him.
Tumbleweed heads east towards the Regan Hope Project and further blocks of
Regan.
Tumbleweed has left.
You paged the room with '| Anneka looks at Leonard in horror, "Other world?...
oh dear god no." :)'.
"Rialto," Anneka says to Yi, in return. "Take Lyra with you in the car." She
pushes the cub that way, quick, then looks down the length of the alley.
"Renee!"
J.C. decides to take her leave. In the shadows at the back of the dead-end
alley, she touches Renee's shoulder, then shrinks down to rodens form and
vanishes into a hole that would only fit a rat. And she's gone.
Brittany oofs, as Kaz collides with her, but manages to move 'round the Gnawer,
to guide her with a light push towards the wounded. "Last chance, anyone need me
in, or we bail now?"
Leonard climbs inside the VW Beetle.
Leonard has left.
From the car, Leonard has arrived.
Kaz nearly makes it out the door before the sparks from the fuse sets off the
volatile gasses that are already dispersed throughout the house. There's a
massive *krum-BOOM!* as the gas ignites explosively, shooting Kaz out the door
and into the street like a spit watermelon seed. The secondary explosion is even
bigger than the primary. Window shards blast everywhere, flames gout through
windows and, as the windows can't accomodate the explosive force, the bricks
themselves are blasted across the area. Windows in neighboring buildings
shatter. Grandfather THunder himself would be pleased at the deafening noise and
raw shockwave that comes from the building. The world shakes. People are knocked
dozens of feet away from the blast. Cars flip over. All hell breaks loose, and
ground zero is the Walker safehouse.
Kaz, hoarse, has enough time to say, "Everyone's ou--" as she's still running,
before she gets slammed down by the explosion.
Yi pages to the room: Woowee.
Alicia goes flying down the street, tumbling, landing with a thud and skids a
bit. She grunts, groans, then coughs out on the dust. "Holy fucking shit. That
rocked."
Brittany pages to the room: Well, uhm. Thanks for bumping me, Kaz. :)
Tskilegwa pages to the room: Anyone within 100 feet, take 2-3 points of
concussive damage. Non-agg.
Salem pages to the room: BOOM, baby!
Renee looks up at J.C. and watches as she turns into a rat and disapears. Slowly
sitting up, the cub responds to Anneka's call. "Over here." Only to be drowned
out by the sound of the Walker Safe House going up in smoke.
Yi pages to the room: Ow, my ears are gonna bleed.
You paged the room with 'Roger looks down at the safehouse and it explodes, and
he said onto the Garou, "It is good."'.
Anneka was not badly injured before the explosion, but things change quickly as
the girl's picked up by the force of the explosion, her coat turn here and there
by flying glass and rock. She lands hard, raps her head against something and
ends up in a dazed sprawl on the ground. A little tendril of smoke stirs up from
a shoulder.
Yi and Lyra get knocked straight into the car. And glass gets dumped on the
ragabash who covers the halfmoon cub.
Brittany joins Kaz in a bit of air ballet, tumbling through the air before
landing, roughly, in the street. A shame everyone's deaf, or they'd get to hear
her, breathlessly, mutter, "Fuck."
Lianne's car rocks with the blast and she yelps in surprise and shock. The car
windows facing the explosion crack and the kinswoman starts up the car, hitting
the gas and driving away with the squeal of tires.
Yi pages to the room: So Lianne has leonard, yi and lyra in the car.
The metis thuds to the ground, quite still for rather too long a moment. Then
she's snarling, up on her feet, quite deaf, and running. "/Police/!" she says,
far too loudly. "Get outta here."
Parts of bricks, glass, and shingles start to rain down on the whole area.
From the car, Leonard shouts at you to stop stop stop, wait for his packmates.
Small bits of cement have sliced up Renee's face, as she moves to check on
Anneka. "Lets get the hell outta here! Come'on!"
From afar, to the room, Tskilegwa thinks that wraps tonight up for me, but
imagines there's tons of RP and whatnot for those who're still not exceeding
their bedtime.
Brittany manages to stand, blood running down her cheek from a glass shard, and
wicning a bit, but it looks like the vest actually came in handy. Her light
wavers, then flashes a moment, to get attention from the dazed and deafened, as
she pulls Kay by the hand, shoving towards the alleyway where she emerged,
shouting, "My car, go!", then starts trying to gather up the rest as best she
can, light dimming again swiftly.
From afar, to the room, Salem gives Tski a muffin, then drops off to bed.
Salem has disconnected.
Yi picks up the stunned Lyra, stumbling up and shaking her head. The ragabash
and halfmoon stare in the direction of the car driving off, then Yi pulls Lyra
into the alleyways without any more questions or protests heeded.
Alicia pushes herself up and shakes herself off, bleeding from a few dozen cuts.
Glancing about, her deaf ears ring hard, watching everyone beat feet. Geezus,
look at the chaos. Spinning a bit, she soon stumbles, limping her way towards
Brittany and the others.
Anneka slips to her feet, staggers once, and sets on all fours before she
stands. She's covered with cuts, a wreck with blood and cuts, but she blinks
once and looks back down the length of the alley-- to the cub, not far away. She
stares at the other girl, then shrugs and starts to run after the others on
foot. "Rialto," she says again. "Rialto." A third time, just to make sure.
From afar, to the room, Yi HUGS Tski like the Devil.
In the distance, a cacophany of sirens can be heard. Lights in houses that still
have electricity start turning on as people are jolted out of bed and deafened
senseless.
In the car, Lianne keeps driving without saying a word. She is well away from
the building now, heading north.
You paged the room with 'Thanks for a beautiful demise, Tski.'.
Kaz just heads to Brittany's car.
Tskilegwa has left.
From the car, Leonard looks back from the backseat, hand digging into the
upholstery. He snarls, "Rialto."
Wildfire jaunts to Brit's car as well, following Kaz.
From afar, to the room, Kaz goes TO the Rialto.
Kaz goes home.
Kaz has left.
Anneka has left.
Lianne manages to actually respond to Leonard's demand, changing course and
backtracking a little bit. Eventually droping all of her passengers off at the
Railto.
Yi pages to the room: So alla yall who are still alive go Rialto wards eh
Brittany gathers up those needed, filing them into her SUV, and drives out
calmly, rather than swiftly. "Don't attract attention..." she manages, after
pulling off the gas mask, then dabbing her fingers against her cheek, looking
not at all happy.
Renee has left.
Alicia has left.
From the car, Leonard has left.
Brittany has left.
Owen has left.
Tskilegwa says "The nasty gases in the basement were all the chemicals from the
lab down there. I figured I'd give the cocktail a 25% chance of being
explosived. Said two heads would make it go boom with a spark, and then you
people come up with three heads."
Nargalsius uses Roger's bones to make fetishes.
Rhiannon wants a thighbone!
Seirian wooos! Three heads!
Rhiannon wields a thighbone knife.
Vicki goes to sleep now, so she can get up for work in 4.5 hours. Night.
You say "If you can dig them out of the basement, Owen."
Rhiannon hugsat Vick.
You say "LB tossed my body down there before the earth shattering kaboom."
Nargalsius says "Basement? No no. Across the street. Downtown. In the river.
Seattle. Anywhere but the basement now."
Wakshaani notes, for Tski, "After teh madness ends and it slows down, I have
some lookin' to do. I'll +mail for later perusal."
Tskilegwa says "They'll be picking Rog's bone fragments out of bricks in
buildings three doors down."
Ling says "And Dancer bits too."
Vicki rubs her eyes. I suppose I'll have to talk to you later Tski, as Li owns
that building.
Ling loves how during Roger's death, her soundtrack was -totally- with the right
mood music.
You paged Alicia with 'Something I just thought of...'.
Wakshaani says "Well, this certainly is a new way to get rid of Metisbits."
Alicia pages: Whats up? You wanna chown the room to Jeremy? LOL Give me toys?
Rhiannon says "Awh, meanie Wak!"
You paged Alicia with 'Well that too... for Jeremy at least. Roger would have
left Jeremy a DVD to play for the Walkers "In the event of Roger's death."'.
Vicki has disconnected.
Wakshaani nahs. "Mean would be, like, "Well, ROger always wanted to be a man
about town."
Rhiannon chokes.
Tobin laughs.
From afar, Alicia nods. "Gotcha. Jere an Dizzy just felt the blast from your
place. You gotta send me a huge +mail with everything I need to know so I can
continue Roger's work.
Feinan cackles.
Tskilegwa says "Two Dancers and one Fomori, toasted. As for how many got away,
mums the word. Though, tragically, no one will find the BSD that botched his
attempt to go through the 3rd sewage pipe and up through a toilet. Terrible way
to die."
Seirian ews.
Seirian says "Hell of a toilet clog."
Wakshaani | Mario? This is-a Luigi. We gotta beeeeeg problem. You come on-a
down, bring the raccoon-a suit.
Tobin heh
Tobin laughs
Set.
Tskilegwa nods to Vicki. Cops will likely be paying her a visit if the house was
in her name, or through a holding company or corporate entity. Severe scrutiny
over this one.
Ling ouches at TSki.
Helen has disconnected.
Ling | Lianne's Garou friends who aren't injured stand there, appointed
bodyguards who are recently hired because of said explosion. They use Persuasion
to win the cops over.
Guest-of-Rat has arrived.
Rhiannon grins.
Nargalsius | Owen waves a hand. "You want to go home and rethink your life."
Wakshaani | Brit hangs up from talking with Lianne, then blows dust of the law
liscense. "Hello, old friend."
Tskilegwa | Lianne: "Yes, officer. I'd rented the apartments out to some nice
foreign exchange students called Mohaamad Atmahkla, Omar Ishtogli, Baa'hatma
Igthramani, ....."
Laura has arrived.
Laura waves to everyone. 'Lo folks.
Guest-of-Rat says "Hey Laura."
Ling says "I think that would do more harm than good, Tski. XD"
Seirian says "Hey, Laura."
Laura says "How goes the thingy?"
Tobin says "The safehouse blew up."
Seirian nods sagely, "Boom."
Laura blinks. Oh...kay. I'll just presume I wasn't there at the time.
Wakshaani says "Oh sure, the safehouse is gone, but think of it this way ... we
also got rid of a Metis! Yay!"
Tobin snorf
Tobin says "Roger's dead, too."
Nargalsius dances.
Guest-of-Rat says "Poor Rog."
Rhiannon says "Yeah, everyone who wasn't there gets to make up stories as to
why."
Laura noticed. Poor Roger.
Laura wishes she _had_ been there. They keep scheduling these things on the
nights I can't come!
Tskilegwa | We stepped out to get frappucinos from Starbucks.
Rhiannon | I got stuck in traffic. Damned I90!
Seirian | I was sleeping on a bench.
Laura think think thinks.
Tobin says "Rook said Tatt would be working."
Tobin says "Frankie was probably off with Tatt."
Rhiannon says "What about the cubs?"
Wakshaani | Tatt was giving them biology lessons.
Tobin says "Er, Tobin took them on a field trip to the umbra?"
Laura will say that she took the Fury cubs for a wander.
Nargalsius says "Owen was busy getting busy. "
Rhiannon says "While wandering, they hear a huge explosion. "Wow, they're
startin' 4th fireworks a tad early this year..."
Laura checks her Perception and nods.
Tobin snickers.
Rhiannon says "Well, if we thought we had a lot of disenfranchised Garou
BEFORE."
Laura eyerolls. Yeah.
Tskilegwa starst an "X-Boxes for Needy Walkers" fund raiser.
Ling hms. The only Garou who heard Roger's final words were Kris, Eamon and Yi.
Ling needs to learn this Funeral rite thing...
Nargalsius says "Let me guess: Aaauuuuuuugh!"
RogerDead cracks. "Ahahahaha!"
Tobin snickers.
Guest-of-Rat | "Oops."
Ling laughs.
Rhiannon says "Game over man! GAME OVER!"
Ling | Roger says, "The Holy Pathstone is in the Realm of.. AUUUuuuuuuuuuugh..."
Tskilegwa says "Rosebud."
Wakshaani | Roger croaks, "I have an emergency ... stick of ... dynomite ... up
my hinder. L-light me, dammit! I'll take ... a few ... with ... *ugh*
Tskilegwa falls over.
You say "Oh dear god."
Tobin augh
Rhiannon says "Rosebud, that'd be good. :>"
Ling snickers.
Guest-of-Rat hee.
Wakshaani, glad to be of service, Rog. :)
Seirian giggles.
Sekhmet has arrived.
Rhiannon says "Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek."
Seirian says "Sekh!"
Rhiannon says "How do you like our smoking crater?"
Sekhmet swears loudly. All I remember are the fallout shelters and manueletta
textiles and the MAGE house.
Laura says "Sekh. Allo."
Sekhmet admires it.
Sekhmet says "And various people's apartments."
Wakshaani says "Manueletta! That's the name I couldn't get."
Sekhmet says "It's not on the grid anymore. I checked."
Seirian drapes a few squares of chintz over the crater, thoughtfully.
Wakshaani nods. Neither's teh Slord safehouse. But they exist. :)
Ling says "I wouldn't trust the fall out shelters. Yi's apartment is unknown so
far... Signe's is still around."
Wakshaani topples. Oh, now HERE's a plan.
Seirian thinks she and Alec will be living out of his car. ;)
Sekhmet says "Fallout shelters are in the sewers."
Ling says "BOMB those damn shelters. Fuck plumbing. Yi wouldn't use a toilet
again anyway."
Lenny says "This is hilarious."
Tskilegwa says "If the banes and whatnot from earlier weren't a tipoff that the
sewers aren't safe, BSDs coming out of the toilets ought to be a tipoff. :)"
Sekhmet says "What's hilarious?"
Lenny says "Kaz, of all people, defending Robert."
Sekhmet feels the same way, most of the time. ;)
Lenny says "Plus, also, sewers."
Feinan snickers at Sekhmet. "Rent rooms at the Knight's Inn. Dave would love
you." :)
Ling has been pushing and pushing to do something about those sewers, because
damnit, it was one helluva transportation method.
Sekhmet says "But I had good practice defending Arjun, Echen, and to a certain
extent Justice, while wanting to punt them across the Columbia."
Lenny has been wanting to, but then we get like 2 feet in one RP +session.
Sekhmet was seriously considering it,Feinan, but Sepdet doesn't know the current
stock of mages.
Feinan hmms. "She knows David, doesn't she? That's enough." :)
Sekhmet nods at Lenny. "After a few of those 'wait! I didn't say you could move
4 feet forward! You can only move 3 feet forward!' nights of roleplay, I gave up
and burned out.
Francisco has arrived.
Ling says "Hence we should've stood by the outlet next to the bridge, and drove
Roger's remote detonation bombs in and Earth-shattering-kaboomed the place."
Lenny says "I'm thinking we can do that /now/."
Rhiannon says "The Fran."
Announcement: Tskilegwa announces "New MOTD."
Ling thinks she'll have to do that picture of Roger extra fast now. As tribute.
Lenny is tired of that, so thus, booms.
Rhiannon says "Fran, you blew up the bloody SafeHouse."
Francisco cries.
Francisco wanted to be there but is so sick.
Sekhmet hugs Len.
Sekhmet admires the motd.
Seirian snugs Len.
Seirian also hugs Fran, gently.
Francisco mails rook.
Rhiannon says "Dude, the hell."
Rhiannon says "Fricking climbers and rescuers getting they're butts kicked by a
mountain."
Wakshaani slips Fran some chicken noodle soup.
Seirian aroos at Rhi?
Tobin says "Yes. The mountain was angry."
Rhiannon tucks Fran in. You'll get better, I swear!
Francisco drags himself away again.
Sekhmet | Sure he's about as much of a leader as cooked spinach, but we're not
allowed to badmouth him and we've just got to get things done in spite of him.
Shut up, Leonard.
Rhiannon says "Heh. Robert getting bitched at/to? :>"
Francisco says "If anybody's got any ideas for what Tatt and I could have been
doing while my packmates and family were fighting and dying, I'd love to hear
em."
Rhiannon says "Or, about? :>"
Sekhmet says "You were on a hot date."
Rhiannon says "You were visiting me. c.c"
Francisco says "cuz, you know, 'my player was conked out on cold medicine'
doesn't sound so good"
Wakshaani says "You were watching Star Wars at the late showing."
Francisco goes off. is sorry. his sense of humor is not operational.
Francisco has disconnected.
Rhiannon sighs.
You paged Ling with 'I would be much appreachiative of a picture. :)'.
Wakshaani sends a helicopter in to console Rhi, but it crashes, slides down the
mountain, and lands on a previously-fallen mountain climber.
From afar, Ling will probably do more than one, because Roger was badass.
Rhiannon says "Woops."
Tskilegwa says "Stepped out for a frappucino. Works every time."
Rhiannon wishes she could like, donate her immune system to Fran, since it
appears to be pretty robust.
You paged Ling with 'You're gonna make me cry. :)'.
Rhiannon says "Dude, you have to sign up for some CNN NewsPass BS to view online
content."
Rhiannon says "Fuck them."
Wakshaani says "Just hit the AP wire via Yahoo."
Tskilegwa says "Hello MSNBC.com."
Rhiannon says "Yeah, exactly."
Rhiannon says "I hate MS but they're not expecting me to pay for this."
Rhiannon says "Well...I guess in one sense they are."
Wakshaani | Rhi clicks on the link. "Wow. There's no price for ... urk!"
Gasping, she grabs at her chest. "My ... soul ..."
Rhiannon buahahahas.
Tobin cackles
Wakshaani's been on it, today. Very scary.
RogerDead ponders apping for another character or not...
Guest-of-Stag misses Roger already.
Ling misses him too.
You are looking at a Guest from [adsl-64-166-86-21.dsl.sntc01.pacbell.net].
Please be kind.
RogerDead looks over at Stag and kindly asks, "Who the hell are you?" :)
Tobin was wondering himself who the guest was, but kept forgetting to ask.
Ling is also ICly frought with grief. While the Garou are bickering in Ri, Yi is
curled up in the corner.
Guest-of-Stag says "Dizzy."
Nargalsius says "Don't worry, Ling. Owen is about to put his boot in your ass."
Guest-of-Stag grins.
You say "Ah. Diz. :)"
Locations Players
OOC Lounge and Tahiti Beach Feinan Guest-of- Guest-of-
Laura Lenny Ling
Nargalsiu Rhiannon RogerDead
Seirian Sekhmet Tobin
Tskilegwa Wakshaani
Jenny's Flat(#2526RFJ) Jenny
Whispering Pines - Roger's Apt(#2598RAJL) Dizzy Jeremy
Falcon's Rest(#2599RAJLMh) Brigid
The Rialto -- Auditorium(#3319RJ) Anneka Brittany Guards-Fl
Jamethon Kaz Leonard
Owen Sepdet Three-Bla
Tobin Ahhh
Guest-of-Stag hee.
Ling will promptly respond that she's thinking about Roger's last words.
Ling says "And her last words to him. :}"
Wakshaani | Sepdet chokes LB. Kaz yells. Brittany studies her map. Suddenly,
Yi blurts, "ADancerCameOutOfTheToiletAndLikedMyButtAAAAA!!!" *huff huff huff* |
| Everyone stops and stares.
Ling says "Damn Wak, you're fucking psychic."
Tobin cackles more.
Seirian giggles.
Ling says "I'm sure he liked it as much as he licked it."
Feinan snickers.
Wakshaani, all KINDS of on it today, Ling. :)
Ling says "That nap must'a done a looootta good for your ESP. ;D"
Wakshaani temple-touches, while going, "OooooEEEeoooo..."
Tskilegwa . o O (Well, it was an accidental brush with a wet hand, but if Li
thought she got licked, even better.)
Ling says "Hey, the first thing she saw was a FACE in that peed in water."
Ling says "A laughing, cackling, gurgling face."
Sekhmet was trying to get to Yi the moment I walked into the room, but there's
been a few other matters to take care of. :}
Sekhmet says "Sep's there now, anyway."
Tskilegwa has all the Garou avoiding toilets for months.
Wakshaani giggles terribly, and curtsies at Tski. "Glad to be of help, sirrah."
Ling liked the mental image when Yi went O.O, and then slammed the toilet cover
on the Dancer's face like one would do when the toilet is backed up and
overflowering, and it's not your bathroom.
Lenny isn't huddled in grief!
Tobin isn't either!
Ling . o O (overflowing. Not overflowering. Look ma, Roses!)
Wakshaani does, however, have a rod.
Tobin is, uh, chewing up fish-spirits.
Feinan sees a face in a toilet. First thing - flush. And use that plunger
firmly.
Feinan offers Ling a silver-plated plunger.
Tobin says "Hey, that's what Tobin could do. Catch some of those fish spirits
and eat them, then feed the Gnosis to that Merlin spirit. c.c"
Wakshaani tsks at Feinan. "Didn't you learn *anything* from Mario? When there's
something gumming up the plumbing, just whack it with a giant vegetable."
Rhiannon mutters about the BBS.
Rhiannon says "Blah."
Guest-of-Magpie has arrived.
Tskilegwa slaps up a media board post.
Guest-of-Magpie says "Hey folks. How's it going?"
Tobin waves at the guest. "It goes up in flames, tonight. How are you?"
Guest-of-Stag says "Hello hello."
Guest-of-Magpie says "Pretty good here. Spent most of the day packing. Moving on
saturday."
Rhiannon ooos, Guesties.
Lenny eyes her character.
Guest-of-Magpie says "I've been here a couple times. I came in yesterday for a
while."
Wakshaani says "I had no idea that Kaz was part Peschi."
Lenny says "Oh, Kaz can swear with the best of them."
Tobin says "Cool, Magpie. Let us know if you've got any questions. ;)"
Guest-of-Magpie groans.
Lenny ?
Guest-of-Magpie says "Muscles sore from day of packing books."
Lenny oh. Ow.
Guest-of-Magpie says "It's the first time I've moved in a very long time."
Guest-of-Magpie says "But I can't wait."
Nargalsius has to do all that BS soon, too.
Seirian has reconnected.
Seirian mutters at her ISP.
Lenny wishes an LB response. I fear it.
Lenny says "It may involve frothing."
Wakshaani d'ohs at Len. "I need him to go scouting tomorrow. Don't make me have
to stab him."
Sekhmet sighs and once again does the "Robert is in the way" groan.
Sekhmet says "As in: we gotta check with him before we do squat. :P"
Tobin says "Do it in the Umbra, then he has no say. c.c"
Sekhmet grins.
Sekhmet desperately needs to check in with Andrea. I mean, gah, I DID do that
visionquest thing, and so far only Yi and Leonard have gotten the report.
Sekhmet says "And we have a few more answers. Not much, because I'm dense, but a
few, anyway."
Tobin says "Was it fruitful?"
Tobin nods.
Wakshaani bahs at Sekkie. "Rebel. Go off without an order.
Forgiveness/Permission, remember? :)
Sekhmet sighs. "Would be more fruitful if the player were wise. :)"
Tobin says "I know what you mean, Sekh."
Sekhmet has this problem, Wak. Since i hit rank 3 I've started trying to get
things done WITHIN the rules.
Sekhmet says "Heresy, I know."
Guest-of-Magpie chuckles
Wakshaani egads!
Guest-of-Magpie says "It seems that it's been a while since the news was
updated."
Tobin says "A little while, yeah."
Wakshaani places teh back of one tentacle to Sekkie's brow. "You feelin' okay?
Need to sit down for a minute?"
Nargalsius says "If it involves attrition, Sek, Owen is kinda working on that.
Can cover for ya."
Tskilegwa says "News is woefully outdated and will likely be purged and remade
on the Web."
Wakshaani oooo
You paged Sekhmet with 'Dizzy got a vision I believe.'.
Information for Dizzy (Alias 'Spins-Circles'):
Dizzy is connected.
Email address: electricdaquari@aol.com
WWW Page: http://www.geocities.com/ninetynineluftballoons
Location: Whispering Pines - Roger's Apt(#2598RAJL)
Other Name(s): Amanda Bradstreet, Spins-in-Circles, Protects-Others-From-
Themselves
Race: Garou Sex: female
Breed: Homid Auspice: Ragabash
Tribe: Glass Walkers Rank: 0 (Cub)
Pack: None. Sept: Hidden Walk
Position: SCCU student and garou cub.
Info:
A fairly ditzy and shallow person. She tends to manage to get in more
than her fair share of trouble, though she avoids anything really
serious or dangerous. (Rage 1; Gnosis 4; Willpower 7)
"Her past is somewhat questionable, her taste in clothes is impeccable,
and when she thinks she's been insulted... it's personal." -Corey
"Kind of short little bitch, artsy post-hippie-slash-raver clothing." -
Jervis
On vacation: Yes
Wakshaani says "GarouMUSH gets all modernized. Ffear!"
Ling cries for Roger. And the letter he left behind for Jeremy.
Guest-of-Magpie smiles
Guest-of-Magpie says "It's all good."
Lenny says "Robert was fucking like, "Tell me before you do /anything/," ICly.
We were all like, "Yes, dear." Kaz plans to ignore him, but."
Seirian has partially disconnected.
Lenny says "Attrition?"
Nargalsius says "KILLIN'!"
Kit has arrived.
Wakshaani | Robert eyes Brit. "Why did you do this without asking?" | Brit waves
it away. "I'm Silver Fang. I pulled rank." | Robert just sorta stares.
Kit whups.
Seirian giggles.
Ling thinks Tskilegwa's theme song should be "When You're Evil" by Voltaire.
RogerDead has!
Lenny says "Well, take Kaz along sometimes."
Tobin laughs.
Sekhmet says "That night we all jumped Robert and demanded he give us SOME sort
of strategy/guidance/plan, we eventually pried the bright idea out of him that
we shouldn't do headon assaults but rather hit and run, win by attrition."
Tobin says "Good choice, Ling."
Wakshaani does so have fun with Brit at times, yes. :)
Lenny says "Oh, that attrition. Right."
From afar, Sekhmet greats. (wait, i don't know Dizzy!)
Tskilegwa says "The BSDs brought a single rifle to the fight. And yet the
building blew up. I think the dangerous types are the Garou, not the BSDs. :)"
From afar, Cari AIE!
Feinan snickers at Tski. "Yes. But we want the danger to be aimed AT the
BSDs...."
Tobin| BSDs spread the news about this sept, "Be careful, these ones tend to
explode when you poke at them."
Kit swears he'll never touch scotch or Sheri again.
You say "Hey, the guy who was stuck in the plumbing had plenty of danger aimed
at him... RIGHT UP HIS ASS!"
Tobin says "Sheri's boyfriend was mad, yeah."
RogerDead ahrms.
Kit baps Tobin
From afar, Sekhmet has put out the word she wants visions, so.
Lenny says "John's gotta take better care of his houses."
Kit was at a wake last night/this morning and is still feeling the after
effects.
Tobin ows and ohhs
Sekhmet was comforting someone all day whose best friend's parents just died in
a horrible car crash.
Tskilegwa says "That or not wire them with explosives."
Sekhmet says "With him in the car. Someone pulled him out before he completely
burned up."
Kit lost count of the toasts made to the departed.
You paged Sekhmet with 'You might want to reiterate it IC'ly... James for
instance, despite twice telling other people through IC interactions, hasn't
heard about all these other people having visions yet wanting to talk to him.'.
Tobin aies at Sekh!
Sekhmet says "This may explain my lack of patience with my packmate."
Seirian meeeps. =/
Wakshaani aies at Sek.
Sekhmet is very tired.
Tobin hugs Sekkie tight.
Lenny says "Holy shit."
Ling says "Where would the Walkers go now, I wonder."
Lenny hugs.
Guest-of-Stag | Dizzy goes back to Cali. Byebye. :P
Wakshaani, meanwhile, turns teh mental Rubik's Cube over a few more times.
"Almost got it..."
Kit has disconnected.
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Announce Tskilegwa Tue May 28 21:29:49 2002 Gnosis
City Cameron Wed May 8 20:33:04 2002 Caern Crash Aftermath
Global Tskilegwa Tue May 28 20:01:06 2002 Safehouse ONS
Human Cameron Wed May 8 20:33:12 2002 Caern Crash Aftermath
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Media Tskilegwa Thu May 30 23:27:10 2002 Explosion rocks St.
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7 Tskilegwa Thu May 30 23:27:10 Explosion rocks St. Claire
This is all over the state news and makes 15 seconds of fame on the CNN and
Headline News all day on Friday. Video footage shows a smoking pile of rubble
flanked by nearby damaged buildings and rubble-strewn streets. It takes a second
to realize that it's footage shot in America, not Palestine.
"An explosion late Thursday night rocked all of southeastern St. Claire,
Washington State, as a small apartment building blew up. The cause of the
explosion is unknown, though firemen and police officers arriving on the scene
claimed there was a noxoius odor present when they first arrived. Though no
deaths have yet been reported, 19 people were injured in the blast--none
critically. The incident does not seem to have been a terrorist attack, but
investigations are ongoing.
............................................................................
Wakshaani says "Well, Sek, I can sorta trump that one, but not exactly. IE, I
didn't do the consoling, but the story's a bit worse."
Ling tries to figure out which possible gift may have let the Dancers through
the plumbing.
Tobin shushes Wak.
Ling also feels deeply sorry (a bit) for that Dancer who met its demise in the
shittiest of places.
Tskilegwa says "Rat's Head. Rank 1 BSD gift. Werewolf Revised."
Seirian | Form of the Turd.
Wakshaani | Shape of Fecal Matter
Tobin says "That's a pretty powerful gift. o.o"
Ling says "It's in the 3rd edition?"
Tobin says "Anyway, I think I'm off to bed."
Guest-of-Stag says "Nini, Tobes."
Cameron has arrived.
Ling needs to read that 3rd edition, dang...
Tobin says "Goodnight everyone."
Cameron says "Well that went well."
Seirian snugs the Tobin. Night.
Wakshaani hugs a Tobes. ""Keep pouring chicken noodle into Satyr."
Ling says "Hey Cam, where is John?"
Tobin nods at Wak.
Tobin has disconnected.
Sekhmet says "Is Andrea back from that hopeless errand I sent her on?"
Wakshaani watches teh fur fly IC. Well/
Laura says "The one that Brigid and I got sent on too?"
Seirian perkielates?
Cameron says "John - I /assume/ - is off on his way to the Rialto."
Wakshaani | Brit sighs, pulling out her pistol. "Right then..." *pkow*
Lenny says "Man, this is hilarious."
Cameron eyes the Rialto.
Ling says "Will he call Rina?"
Cameron says "You bet your ass."
Lenny says "Rina just called Kaz."
Lenny says "Kaz had to not answer."
Guest-of-Magpie says "Hi ho, hi ho... Its back to work I go. See you all later."
Guest-of-Magpie waves.
Sekhmet attempts the only kailindo move she knows and gets beaten to the punch!
:) I need practice. :)
Guest-of-Magpie has disconnected.
Guest-of-Stag says "See ya GoMag.. durn it."
Nargalsius says "Strider? Kailindo? Want a KATANA! ?"
Rhiannon says "Okay, time to work out and sleeeeep."
Rhiannon hugs!
Rhiannon has left.
Guest-of-Stag says "KATANA!!"
Seirian hasn't thought about it since that fateful night, but, "What the hell
happened to that silver knife the one BSD dude had?"
Nargalsius swoons as the Beatles get popped up on random play. How does it feel
to be one of the beautiful people?
Nargalsius says "He ran off with it."
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