Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (86% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 67 degrees Fahrenheit (19 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from variable directions at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.19 and steady, and the relative humidity is 81 percent. The dewpoint is 61 degrees Fahrenheit (16 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 11:58 Pacific Time on Sun Aug 5 2001.
Walker Safe House(#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. Much like the rest of the building, mirrors are prominent. There is a pool table set up in one half of the room, along with a small fridge for storing drinks and a cabinet for snackables. The remainder is dominated by a large home theater system, with an incredibly expensive-looking couch in front of it. The couch nearly screams out, 'Don't spill anything'. For those who might, there are also two matching side-chairs, and a bean-bag on the floor - far too close to the television to be good for anyone's eyes.
The front door is opened slowly, in order to make the least ammount of noise as possible and Dizzy quietly slips inside. Tonight she looks dressed to party, with more makeup on than she normally wears. Under her jacket she is wearing a lavender knit sweater over a white halter top and a purple patterned skirt instead of her dedicated clothing. The couple of shiny, decorative bracelets that adorn her wrists jingle as she tries to quietly close the door behind her.
There's a quiet sound from in the rec room. The lights are off - in fact it's awfully quiet for midnight in the safehouse. The sound's almost like a quiet mumbling drone. Or muttering.
Dizzy heads straight for the stairs. No sense lingering around to get caught. She peers over at the rec room, wondering for a second who's still up, before ascending the stairs.
The dread words... usually spoken by a high-pitched shrieking mother, they don't lose any of the effect due to being spoken by a six-and-a-half foot Ahroun on a full moon. "Hold it right there, young lady." John's already rising from an armchair, in the dark, and putting a shiny length of chain into a coat pocket.
Keep your calm Dizzy. He doesn't know anything yet. She turns and walks over towards the rec room. "Yes?" she asks, trying to seem like the epitome of innocence.
John meets her halfway, slipping his other hand into coat pocket and doing a good job of looming threateningly. He peers at the cub. "You're sneaking. Why are you sneaking? What's with the clothes? And who took you out? Why didn't you invite them in? Answers. Now."
Dizzy takes a small step back, and waves her hand if it were nothing. She's had plenty of time to think of a good excuse, "Alicia and I went out clubbing, nothing big. She dropped me off just now and left."
John tilts his head and frowns. Scolding, he growls, "/Next time/, you make sure Alicia takes you /to the door/, and you don't sneak around the corner for some coffee before you come home. Or wherever it was you were." The tone lightens a little. "I was looking for you, earlier."
Dizzy nods, hanging her head, looking as sorry as she can like so many times she's done with Dads before when he's caught her coming home late. "Yes, Rhya. I'll make sure to do that next time."
A slightly grim smile takes place on John's face. "If only so I can check the doorway camera to see who it is." The smile disappears quickly. "You heard Jon and Corey's prank?"
Dizzy nods her head again. Best just to agree until she can get out of there and it's clear sailing from there. "Yeah, I did."
John folds his arms, and grunts, "Then I want you to come up with a punishment for Corey. Preferably something humiliating. Nasty. I'm not talking any 'dress up in women's clothes and sing 'Mary had a little lamb'" shit. I mean something /bad/. Devious."
Dizzy blinks, dumbfounded. This was certainly unexpected. "You want me to come up with his punishment?" she asks, making sure she heard him right.
John just stands, looming over with arms folded and a totally serious expression on his face. Obviously not joking. "Don't make me repeat myself." he mutters, irritatedly. "Just make sure that for a few days to a week at the most, he's living in pure agony, and wishing he'd never crossed me. Take your time in coming up with it. I want it to hurt. A lot. And not necessarily physically."
"Um... okay. I'll try to come up with something." She starts to scratch the back of one leg with the opposite foot, itching to get upstairs. "I've been meaning to do something to him for a while. I make sure it's _really_ good."
Dizzy nods, "Yes sir. Belive me, I'll make sure he regrets what he did. You can count on me."
John continues looking the cub up and down. "Don't call me sir." he grunts, and then starts to turn and head back into the rec room. "And next time, /to the door/. Smile pretty for the camera."
Dizzy nods again and stands there, waiting to be dismissed.
John just seats himself and reaches over for the home theatre's remote. Classical music - a piano concerto; Probably the radio - starts to play, and he looks up, out the doorway, at Dizzy. "What are you waiting for?"
Dizzy shakes her head with a smile, "Nothing. I'll talk to you later, when I figure out a good punshment. She heads up the stairs, not beliving how well that went.