Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (75% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 67 degrees Fahrenheit (19 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from variable directions at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.09 and falling, and the relative humidity is 50 percent. The dewpoint is 48 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 19:03 Pacific Time on Tue Jul 31 2001.
Walker Safe House(#2832RAJ)
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.
Dizzy comes down the stairs. "Sophie? Are you still around?" she calls out.
Sophia frowns slightly, not with displeasure but with thought. Her only answer to Daisy is a single nod. At Dizzy's call, she raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm down here, Diz."
"Have you seen my comb?" Dizzy asks, walking over to the gathered garou. "Hey Core, Rhya," she says to the others in the room.
Sophia looks Dizzy over carefully, visibly concerned for her sanity. She shakes her head slowly, blinking several times. "Why would... nevermind. No. I haven't seen it. Did you check the bathroom sink?"
Daisy offers a wave to Dizzy as she enters. ~Cubs are given more leniency when they do things that are wrong. If he were Rited and had done such a thing, there would likely have been a formal punishment rite performed on him. For some offenses, such as the one that the Gnawer Banecruncher did, the punishment is death. Cubs, however, are expected to make a few errors. And while they may be punished for them, the punishment is never--almost never--as severe as a Rited Garou would recieve for a similar offense.~
Shut up and listen seems to work for Corey. As the news ends he turns the volume down and starts cycling the channels slowly, waiting for something to attract his attention.
Dizzy nods, "Yeah I did. Maybe Sam took it, I dunno." She shrugs and glances around the room again, "Did I interrupt something?"
Sophia struggles with several of the concepts, but understands the broad idea of Daisy's explanation. "He has asked me to set up a time when the two of you can talk about things. I assumed it was about one of the several mistakes he's made recently, but I'm not sure. I gave my word, you see. I promised I wouldn't go out to the woods before I did this. I'm not sure why, but he seems to feel he needs me as a mediator between him and the rest of the world. Frankly, I don't like being in that position." She shakes her head at Dizzy and gestures warmly toward a chair.
Daisy cocks her head quizzically at Sophia, as if checking her out for the first time. "You no look like half moon."
Dizzy nods and takes a seat, apparently there is something going on down here tonight.
Corey chips in quietly, "He's being less forgiving of himself than others are being of him. Some others, anyway." His eyes haven't strayed from the TV, and he still hasn't found anything truly captivating to make him stop clicking.
Sophia looks down, certain she's made some blunder but not knowing what it was. "I'm not sure what you mean," she says quietly as her eyes pan the floor, searching for her mistake. "I would make a terrible philodox."
Daisy looks towards Corey, curious. "Why?"
Dizzy suddenly feels like she _really_ shouldn't be here right now, shifting uncomfortably her seat.
Suddenly on the spot, Corey fidgets. "Ah, well, y'see..." He stops to get his thoughts together, as his previous statement was a leap of intuition. "A few moments ago, rhya, you said he had lost three things. From what I've been able to tell, he has a large amount of pride. He's forgiven himself the lapse of judgement for losing wisdom, he just can't forgive himself for what he perceives as a loss of honor that he has not and possibly cannot regain." He pauses. "I may be totally wrong on this, this is just my opinion."
Sophia looks from Daisy to Corey and back again. "He was flirting with me, see. But once I explained to him that I'd throat him if he did it again, he stopped. Only he doesn't believe that others will be as forgiving as I was."
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Corey ohs at the revelation. He smiles at his cub-sister and elder. "I can but try." His smile turns into a mirthful grin as he continues, "We're going to be close friends even if I have to staple us together to do it!"
Daisy leans forwards and stands. "Good." She offers a pat on the head to both cubs and proceeds towards the stairs. "Good night."
Sophia waves to Daisy, saying, "Sweet dreams!"
Dizzy nods her head to Daisy, "Good night, Rhya."
Corey waves to Daisy, chuckling. Once she's out of sight he says, "First time I've ever been petted by a dog, I think."
Sophia glances sideways at Corey. Suddenly remembering something apparently hilarious, she hides her face in her hands and leans over her knees.
Dizzy looks over at her roommate, then to Corey and stands up. "I think I'm going to head to bed too," she announces.
Corey looks askance at Sophia. "Okay, what's the joke this time?" While he's fairly sure it's about him, he has no idea what it could be. He is grinning, though, and apparently prepared to take it in good humor. "Good night, sis," he adds to the departing ragabash.
Sophia sits up and waves to Dizzy, looking somewhat confused. "Nothing... I was just thinking of how much Samantha would like to pet you if she could. Sorry... I'll quit giving you a hard time about it."
Dizzy ascends the stairs, heading to her room.
