Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (34% full).
It is currently 16:59 Pacific Time on Sun Jul 15 2001.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 58 degrees Fahrenheit (14 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 10 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.92 and steady, and the relative humidity is 84 percent. The dewpoint is 53 degrees Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius.)
Barnyard
The lane wends its way back and around the farmhouse to here, where it widens into a broad, grassy sward contained only by the woods which encircle it on three sides. Buildings break up the purity of the landscape: an open-sided structure which serves as a garage and the big barn, empty of livestock, to the east. A good-sized vegetable and herb garden furrows the land south of the barn, while a pyramid-like pile of rocks, of similar consistency to the gravel of the lane, rests a few yards south of the garage.
North of the buildings, the fields have long been fallow, hastening a conversion from farmland to natural prarier. A sliding glass door allows admittance to the farmhouse, the interior obscured by Levolor(tm) blinds in a wood-grain pattern. The lane leads out around the house to the southwest. The discerning can just barely pick out the beginnings of a faint path into the woods towards the southeast.
Driving up the lane is a bright yellow VW New Beetle. It parks accross from the farmhouse and Dizzy gets out. She looks both ways before crossing the dirt road and starts to approach the porch.
Singing. The voice is alto, definitely, and whomever carries this voice can sing. It's Helen, who's tromping around the barnyard in a circle, examining her dirty fingernails and trying to ignore the finer points of being Garou--which would be, kick ass. She's no Amazon queen. The Beetle catches her eye, and she glances over to the arrival. "...cool car."
Her attention caught by the singing, Dizzy decides to walk around the house to the barnyard. Ss she approaches the source of the song she smiles and waves, "Hello? Do you if Kaz is in?"
"I don't think she is. Why? You looking for her for somethin'?" the dark-haired Greek girl--woman?--queries.
Dizzy nods, "Yeah, I'm..." she pauses, looking at the girl, wondering if she's seen her before. "I was told she could help me out."
Helen muses, "Help you out with what? Maybe I can." She laughs. "Share the blood, I guess you do? If you're here, anyway."
Dizzy nods, smiling, "Yeah. I'm Dizzy, Ragabash Glass Walker cub. And I'm looking for Kaz because I've been told she knows the clothes rite secret thingy. Or Adam, I suppose, but I've never met him, so I haven't a clue on how I'd find him."
"Oh. I know it." Helen tilts her head, watching Dizzy. "Want me t' do it?"
Viewing Helen with the sense of relief one gets when a long search is over, Dizzy nods, "Would you please? If it's not too imposing. It would help immensly." She looks heavenward and laughs, "But you probably already know that."
Helen nods, and laughs. "I know how that is, yup. Okay. Well. C'mon. Follow me, Walker-girly." A pause, and she says, "I'm Helen. Cycle-Breaker. Black Fury new moon."
Dizzy quickly falls in line and follows behind Helen, "I am _so_ glad to meet you, Helen."
More laughter. "Really? Wow. So suddenly appreciated!"
Bawn: Western Forest(#3018RAh)
Tall Sitka spruce and sequoia crowd around and above you. Many of the trees are old, their branches twisted into impossible shapes, trunks broad and draped with lichen, mosses and creepers. Tendrils of moss hand down from them like green spiderwebs, snaring the unwary with cold, ghostly fingers. The patches of younger growth are dense and pale, needles tinged with silver. Matted undergrowth huddles sullenly in the occasional small clearings, clutching with thorns and burrs at the legs of those who would pass. Deer seldom venture here, but the forest is full of rustlings, and tiny glints from wary, watchful eyes.
The forest spreads out to the east, bounded on the west by Sunrise Road. From farther to the west, one can occasionally hear the distant sounds of the town of Kent's Crossing.
Dizzy looks around at the various visuals of the forest as she follows the Black Fury.
"Okay. Here's fine." She turns around, and purses her lips. "You want that Dedicated? What you're wearin' now?" Helen queries.
Dizzy looks at what she's wearing and ponders the question for a second. "It's as good as anything," she says, shrugging.
Helen purses her lips again, brows furrowing as she seats herself and tells Dizzy, "Sit down."
Dizzy looks around, and seeing only forest floor, dirt, logs, not a chair or a clean place to sit, she looks up at Helen, asking, "Where?"
Helen idly moves her foot against the dirt. "On the ground. It won't kill you to get a little bit dirty. I mean, fuckin'..." She trails off, and then stands. "Fine." Without warning her hand snaps out and grabs the shirt the cub wears and her eyes flutter closed. Words escape her lips--hardly audible, mostly about Gaia and such. Her hand drops, then, and she muses, "Okay. There. You can change and your clothes'll be floating around in the spirit world."
Dizzy blinks and takes a step back. "That's it?" she asks in disbelief. All that work trying to find someone and all it boils down to is a couple of words?
"That's how I do it. Not everyone does it th' same way." Helen shrugs. "First time I've done it, really." She looks ever-so-innocent. "But I hope it works. If not, feel free to kick me."
Dizzy checks her clothing out, expecting something to be different, but failing to notice anything, "And if it didn't work, I'm stuck in the woods without any clothing."
"I can getcha something from the farmhouse. No worries," Helen says.
Nodding, Dizzy closes her eyes, concentrating. She hasn't changed enough times to make it second nature, but she's been practing in the comfort of the appartment. Slowly she changes, going through all of the forms, until she reaches lupus.
Searching around, Dizzy fails to find shredded clothes around and becomes very happy. She barks an approval to Helen and concentrates on shifting back to homid, just to be entirely sure.
Helen laughs. "So, it works. Cool."
Overjoyed, the Walker gives Helen a little hug, "Thank you so much. Now I can change when I want."
Helen blinks. She seems quite suprised at the gesture, but pats Dizzy's back in kind. "Welcome. So--you stayin' in the city, I take it?"
Dizzy steps back, beaming like a lighthouse. She nods, "Yeah. I'm rooming with Sophia, I dunno if you know her, though. She's taught me a lot about what I know about garou stuff."
"Sophia. Think I've heard of her. Maybe I could tell y' some stuff, I guess. What, me being a cliath and all." Hands resting on her hips, she lifts her chin in a playfully noble manner and cracks a rueful grin. Even without that regal pose, Helen seems definitely a remniscent of some Greek goddess. "I've never met a Walker. Except Roger, but he doesn't count. He's fucked up major."
"Yeah," she says resigningly, "None of the elders have stepped up to the plate to teach me anything. It's been all, 'You're this, and you should act like this.' and that's it." She averts her eyes a bit. This is the hardest part, accepting that those younger than her are going to be the ones she's going to have to learn from.
Helen tilts her head, and a vague *crack* can be heard from her neck. "Oh. How old are ya, anyway? Just curious."
Dizzy sighs, closing her eyes. "Twenty," she answers. She opens them again and looks to see the reaction.
"Ah. Almost nineteen, m'self," the younger girl answers. "The change came real late for you, apparently." Helen shrugs. "I had the same problem."
"That's what I've been told, and..." she pauses, "I can kind of see that. Most of the cubs where I'm at are, like, Fifteen or Sixteen." Dizzy blows a stray strand of hair out of her face.
A nod. "Yeah. Got you there. There was a Fury cub here once who was ten." Helen shrugs.
Irritated by the same errant strand of hair, Dizzy uses a hand to brush it behind her ear. "Ten?" She asks incredulously.
Helen shrugs. "That's what I heard," she says, also brushing some hair from her face.
Dizzy giggles, "I have trouble picturing a little kid in crinos. Rarr."
"That's funny." Helen laughs. "It is. Damn. Anyway. So maybe you should get back to city-world?"
Dizzy shrugs, "I don't have anything I have to do right now. I've got the authorty to go where I please. How would you like to get something to eat? To pay you back for helping me out."
Helen offers the slightly older Garou a small grin. "No. You don't have to. Plus, I got money." She laughs, then, and adds, "Fine. Where to? Maybe I can meet the local Walkers, hm?"