Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (91% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 61 degrees Fahrenheit (16 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northeast at 10 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.11 and falling, and the relative humidity is 57 percent. The dewpoint is 46 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 20:39 Pacific Time on Wed Oct 3 2001.
Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.
Skyscraper makes a low 'aroooroo' at the door, from outside.
Jervis is sitting on the couch, reading, smoking.
Tobin comes out of the kitchen with a chicken leg in his mouth and a plate of food in one hand and a drink in the other, he frowns at the door and looks questioningly at Jervis.
Spins-in-Circles nudges her elder and chuffs, just shift into two-leg form and open it.
Jervis blinks and eyes Tobin questioningly, and aggressively. "What?"
Skyscraper chuffs and sighs, and pads into the darkest places of the porch. At least it's pitch black out here.
Tobin stares at Jervis for a moment, then says, "Thrsh shm'n 't th' d'r?"
Francisco knocks, and admonishes Diz, "Not you."
Jervis says "This better not be another fucking voice in your head."
Spins-in-Circles sits and tilts her head up at her elder, Spins is fine as dog. Spins has had lots of time.
Tobin scowls at Jervis, and then has an idea. He sets down his food on the coffee table, and then walks over and opens the door. "H'lo?" he says, apparently having forgotten about the chicken leg.
Francisco grins down at Tobin. "Hello, Ancient History. Ah...you've got something, there. Mind if we come in?"
Jervis flips a page in his book, paying only a glance to the activity at the front door.
Spins-in-Circles wuffs hapilly at Tobin in greeting.
Tobin stares at Francisco uncomprehendingly for a moment, then blinks and carefully releases the drumstick from his jaws, taking it in one hand, "Ah, hello. Sorry about the...chicken. Come in, come in." He stands aside and opens the door wider for people to come in, surreptitiously wiping some drool off his chin.
Francisco steps inside, not quite smirking at the cub. "I wasn't sure you'd recognize me in human form."
Jervis puts down his book, and takes a drag, repositioning himself to face the new arrivals.
Spins-in-Circles steps in behind Francisco. Skyscraper was a wolf when he was last here? Spins does not remember that.
Tobin again stares at Francisco for a moment before answering, "Well, I /did/ first meet you in your human form, and you're nothing if not a face that's easy to remember." All said in complete seriousness.
Francisco says to Dizzy, "You weren't with me then, hon," and then gives in and -does- smirk at Tobin, but good-naturedly. "All too true. Hello, Jervis," this, obviously, to the other Fang cub.
Jervis smiles, friendly. "Yo." he says, nodding. "What brings the Walkers to the middle of nowhere tonight?"
Spins-Circles barks at Francisco, a little irritated. Yes Spins was. Spins came with Ice-Rhya and Skyscraper and we took Spot home.
Tobin peers at Dizzy, "Uh, no you weren't, actually. That's when Chaser was chewing on me, and I /distinctly/ remember the /lack/ of your presence. Sorry."
Jervis shakes his head sadly at Tobin's mention of the Chaser incident. "I'm never around for the good stuff."
"Running," Francisco replies cheerily to Jervis. "Good excercise." When Dizzy barks at him, he looks down at her tolerantly, but there's something subtle yet clear in his body language that says that he's the rhya. "It was after that, Diz."
Spins-in-Circles nods, almost looking smug, knowing that she is right. Spins knows Skyscraper was on two-legs when Skyscraper met Long Past.
Tobin closes the door behind them then stands there, momentarily at a loss as to what to do. Eventually though, neurons fire and he moves towards the kitchen, "Would anybody like...anything to drink?" he says hesitantly.
Jervis nods. "Running..."
Francisco sits down. "Please, Tobin. It's a long run." He just grins and shakes his head at Dizzy. "Yes, I -was-, but then I came here on -four- legs like we did just now."
Spins-in-Circles jumps on a chair and sits on it. Spins does not need water, thank you.
Jervis muses quietly to himself. "Four legs good...two legs bad...four legs good...two legs better..."
Tobin's voice floats back from the kitchen sounding confused. "It's not far to the kitchen at all, and I certainly don't have to run..." he mutters more along this line as he fills two tall glasses with water and brings them back, handing one each to the guests, or trying to. He blinks at Dizzy, then looks at Jervis, "You want some water? Maybe it'll help with your mood."
Jervis snorts. "Since when does water help anybody?"
Francisco accepts his water and is silent while he drains it entirely in long swallows. He comes back up for air, gasps, and hands the glass back to Tobin. "Thank you kindly, good sir!"
Spins-in-Circles wuffs happilly from the chair, Spins is getting to be in good shape. Back like past times.
Tobin shrugs at Jervis, "Well, it helps in a lot of different things, but, come to think of it, I don't think /anything/ can help you." This last added with some sharp sarcasm, unusual after being flat all night. He looks at Francisco, "More?" he asks, offering the other glass.
Jervis smirks. "Quite right. Quite right." He glances momentarily at Spins. "Ah, endorphins--fleeting, but--" he shakes his head, and takes a drag.
Francisco shakes his head at Tobin. "Thank you, I'm good." He looks sideways at Jervis, with a slight grin. "What's better, then?"
Spins-in-Circles grins and broadcasts a single concept, mating.
Jervis snaps his fingers happily at Spins. "Exactly!"
Tobin doesn't seem to know what to do with the water, since he's got a drink already. At Dizzy's comment he snorts, opens his mouth, then closes it. Finally he just takes the glass back into the kitchen, then returns and starts in on his food, taking a seat in another chair.
Francisco sighs with mock despair at Spins. "How have you two been doing?" he asks the Fangs.
Jervis nods, taking another drag, leaning back. "Yeah, limiting yourself to things that don't require taking foreign materials into your body--yeah, fucking's the clear winner." He takes a moment to reconsider what he's just said. "Well, nevermind, you know what I mean. Oh, I'm--fine now, Francisco-rhya."
Tobin almost answers with a mouth full of food again, but catches himself in time and just shrugs, continuing to masticate.
Ceylan opens the door, and steps in. She pauses to give a tilt of her head in consideration to those gathered, before she closes the door, and removes her shoes.
[Ceylan]
The girl before you is, for the most part, rather unassuming. Her features are expressionless, dark eyes often peer about, with mixed emotions. Her hair, long, thick, and black, is frequently bound in a ponytail, taking away from the girl's appearance. Her skin is olive-tinted, giving hint of Mediterreanian descent. She's of a simple build, and appears in her middle teens.
She's dressed with loose clothing, which drapes unattractively on her frame. A large, heavy sweater falls roughly to her thighs, while loose jeans are often found on her legs. A long coat is often worn over the ensamble, and simple tennis shoes are on her feet.
From a chair, Spins-in-Circles wuffs a greeting to the newly arrived girl. Hello.
Francisco looks over at the opening door, and smiles at the girl.
Tobin waves a drumstick at Ceylan in greeting, swallows his food and then greets her politely. In Turkish.
Jervis appraises Ceylan carefully, perhaps for the first time, despite having seen her many times before. He takes a contemplative drag.
Ceylan pauses for a moment, then actually smiles to Tobin. She offers a polite, "Merhaba, Tobin-bey," to him, before stepping down off the foyer. She looks at the..er..wolf..sitting on the floor and arches a brow at him/her/it. "Um, I do apologize for my arrival. Had I interupted something?" She offers in her accented voice.
There's a soft round of knocking upon the front door from outside.
Tobin eyes Jervis, "I've got a plate of food in my lap, you've got a book. You get it this time."
Spins is Spins-in-Circles. The wolf on the chair wuffs, not realizing how silly that must sound.
Francisco looks bemused. Quite a crowd is gathering. "You haven't interrupted anything. I'm Francisco Delgado; you are?"
Ceylan pauses and offers a curt bow to the Man, "Ceylan Kemal." She hesitates any further information, as he didn't give any, either. Last thing she needs is to get hounded for telling the wrong thing to a stranger.
Jervis chuckles briefly at the knocking. "Another classic farmhouse kegger in the making, it seems." He gets up, and opens the door. He blinks. "Jer-emy." he says, in that weird, overly-masculine tone of voice some guys, though probably not Jeremy, use to greet each other.
Tobin nods at Ceylan, then points at Jeremy with his drumstick, "Him, I do not know." He adopts his usual wide-eyed blank expression for dealing with a stranger.
Jervis just shrugs, and goes back to his place on the couch, extinguishing his cigarette and lighting another.
Spins-in-Circles starts to wag her tail as she notices who's at the door. She barks happilly at the kin boy.
Jeremy clears his throat a bit and listens for a few moments before murmuring. "I'm Jeremy Winters. Kinfolk to the Glass Walkers, staying with Roger."
Francisco ahs, and grins at Jeremy. "Francisco Delgado, Skyscraper-Stands-His-Ground, Philodox Cliath of the Glass Walkers. Nice to meet more kin."
Jervis blinks, trying to remember. "The nutty guy with the big gun?"
Tobin swallows another mouthful of food and introduces himself, not getting up because of the plate still in his lap, "Tobin, Silver Fang Thuerge, cub." He continues to look at Jeremy with the weird blank stare.
Ceylan pauses and offers, "Ceylan Kemal, Ahroun cub of the Black Furies, Chases-MOuntains-Across-the-Wild's-Light." Yeah, that's a mouthful. "It has been shortened to Mountain-Chaser, for sake of simplicity."
Jeremy rubs the back of his neck, chuckling at Jervis's statement for a moment. "Yes, that would be him." Stepping forward towards Francisco, he extends a hand in greeting to him. "Its nice to meet the new face. I have heard of you already by word of mouth. I hope you enjoy your stay here." He looks a bit fidgety, being so many near the new moon and all, but pride helps him hold his ground.
Francisco clasps Jeremy's hand firmly. "I've been here for about a month now. Thank you, I hope I will too." He grins, and then quirks a pierced eyebrow at Ceylan. "That's a lovely name, Mountain-Chaser."
Spins-in-Circles introduces herself furthur as well. Spins-in-Circles and Protects-Others-From-Themselves. Cub New Moon child of Roach.
Jervis blinks at Jeremy's statement, and turns to Francisco. "Yeah--what _does_ bring you to the city, man?" he asks, genuine, friendly curiosity there.
Tobin blinks at his tribemate as a sudden surge of manners comes to the fore. He's speechless.
Jeremy tilts his head and glances to those who also offer introductions, his chin dropping in a nod to each one in turn. After releasing Fran's hand, it drops back into his pocket, his lips curving back into a slight smile. Spotting the mutt on the chair who's barking, he clears his throat. "Hey you." He murmurs, recognizing the form, just not understanding.
Ceylan's cheeks tinge, just the barest there, at Francisco's comment, and she moves to sit down next to Tobin. She returns to picking at her nails, which are almost non-existant. "The moon is making me nervous. I wish it would thin quicker."
Francisco takes a breath before replying to Jervis, contemplatively. "Well, mainly, the tribe down in LA had word that the tribe up here needed a half-moon. And what the tribe needs--" He shrugs and spreads his big hands, letting the sentence complete itself.
Jervis nods. "I see."
Spins-in-Circles hops off of the chair and goes over to the kin boy, tail wagging happilly. She barks up at him, Hey!
Jeremy nods his head in agreement. "Yes.. too many of our tribe eager to blow stuff up. It'd be nice to have a voice for our tribe, a straight arrow." Glancing down at the lupine, he sinks to his knees slowly, drifting thin fingers across her neck ruff' playfully, dragging her into a warm embrace.
Tobin adds helpfully, "Jervis still isn't sure what he's doing here."
Francisco coughs--not -quite- chuckling--at Jeremy's words, and murmurs, "I can neither confirm nor deny that, Senator."
Jervis turns to Tobin. And just stares, no apparent emotion on his face.
Ceylan glances at Tobin, and asks, "What are you doing here, then, Tobin-bey?"
Spins-in-Circles wuffs happilly and licks the kin boy's face. Why are you here?
Jeremy chuckles and brushes his face against hers. "Hey you, whats up?" He asks the wolf dog, not even knowing she's speaking to him. "I had to find the note ya left at home."
Tobin looks over at Ceylan, shrugs and says, "I don't know either."
Francisco, apparently deciding he's still thirsty after all, gets up--waaaay up--and meanders into the kitchen to find the abandoned water.
Ceylan pauses for a moment, "Hm. Rhetorical questions are something we should shy away from. Too much thinking tends to hurt one's head."
Jervis shifts to watching Jeremy and Spins. "I can't decide," he says, quietly, "if it's cute--or vaguely disturbing."
The Glass Walker cub answers Jeremy nonetheless. Spins just out for a run with Skyscraper. Spins keeping in shape.
Jeremy stares for a moment at the wolf, then clears his throat, bursting out in laugh. "I have no clue what you are trying to say to me."
Francisco comes back, having located the water, and chuckles. "She says she was out for a run with me. We came here on four legs." He drinks.
Tobin nods at Ceylan, then twitches a moment, grins slyly and says with a slight accent, "Good advice for an ahroun, no matter what the moon." He then grits his teeth and shakes his head, growling, "Down you evil bastard, down!" After a moment he takes a deep breath and smiles weakly at Ceylan.
Ceylan arches a brow, and she says in a straight-face, and in a completely calm voice, "Are your ancestors acting up again? Perhaps you should sedate them." She them smiles a bit, "The moon is too large right now."
Francisco sort of doubletakes at Tobin, both eyebrows up, piercings shining faintly. "What...was that?"
Jervis laughs at Tobin, slight malice in his cackle.
The wolf chuffs in sort of a dog version of laughter at the kin boy.
Jeremy glances from the tall guy, back to Diz' and ruffles up her fur some. "Hey, change back so I can talk to ya. This is hard."
Tobin twitches a few times, grins too widely at Francisco, gulps, twitches some more, grits his teeth, muttering between them, "Oh nothing." He manages to glare at Jervis.
Jervis shakes his head, taking a drag and coming out of his chuckle. He notes: "Sasha rules."
Francisco just stares at Tobin, not looking surprised now so much as morbidly fascinated.
Spins-in-Circles turns her head to bark at Francisco. Can Spins change back now?
Francisco glances down at Spins, then looks up at the other cubs. "If nobody tells," he says with a slight smile.
Jeremy shifts a bit as he glances between Fran and Dizzy, lifting one brow up curiously. Tobin on the other hand gets an odd look. "Um... Sasha? Who's that?"
Jervis smirks as he explains. "Past-Life ancestor who loves to party, apparently."
Dizzy slowly shifts back into her breed form. "I don't see why you said I couldn't change in the first place," she says to her elder. "Belive me, I've had _plenty_ of time in lupus." Turning back to Jeremy she gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey there you."
Tobin shakes an admonishing finger at Dizzy, saying with the accent, "No shifting in the house, cub." He lifts the hand and waves at Jeremy, "That would be me." The Russian accent is thick. But then Tobin's other hand reaches out and grabs the waving hand, restraining it. He says through gritted teeth in his normal voice, "No one."
Francisco begins, "That was because we were still outside--" and then stops. Just stops. And watches Tobin. In utter fascination and/or horror.
Jervis extinguishes his cigarette, and ventures into the kitchen for a snack. He smirks on his way out. "Ain't it just _great_? Who needs television?"
".... Um.. is he a girl?" Jeremy asks, bewildered, even through Dizzy's kiss. One arm gently slinks around her waist to hold her close, the other limp along at his side. "What is he doing? Is.... um.. He is playing right?"
"No shifting in the house?" Dizzy asks Tobin. "Is that a rule here?"
Tobin nods very slowly, very tensely, at Dizzy, "It is a house rule, yes." He twitches, grins, and says to Jeremy with the accent, "Sasha is a boy's name, silly young kin. It is short for 'Alexander'. The children today are not educa--" and is cut off by another gritted-teeth expression from Tobin.
Francisco sits down, slowly. "Goodness gracious," he mutters. "I thought I'd -seen- weird Silver Fang theurges."
Dizzy blinks and looks at Jeremy with a shrug. She then asks Tobin, "Can we do anything to like, help?"
Jeremy clears his throat lightly. "Oh.. I get it. Back in my old Sept, they would just knock 'em out and let him wake up later."
Tobin glares at Jeremy, "No. Need. For. That." he says forceably. "It's. Under. Control." he closes his eyes, panting a little, and calms down after a moment of forced focussing.
Francisco says to Tobin, his voice low, "Child, you have made me very, very glad that my tribe lives one person per skull." He thinks about it for a moment, then chuckles. "But I saw for myself how it's useful."
Jervis returns, Doritos...and a bottle of Cam's booze in hand. "Dammit, they put these damn things in a new place every time." he says, noting the chips.
Dizzy keeps her gaze on the struggling theurge, but asks Jeremy, "So, is it like a Multiple Personality Disorder or something?"
Jeremy thinks for a moment. "Well, they mentioned ancestorial spirits. The thin blades of our tribe called them past lives. Family of his who died in the past, hopefully coming to aid their future relatives during times of need. Some are so strong though, that they tend to simply take over for short periods of time, or.. longer..depending how strong the weilder is."
Dizzy ohs, nodding. "This Sasha must not be very strong, then."
Tobin has been muttering a long string of curses under his breath, some of them quite surprising coming from the otherwise-mellow Fang cub. At last he looks up and just glares off into the corner, clearly not pleased.
Jervis says, sitting down, "Or Tobin's very weak." He cracks open the bottle. "Whichever."
Francisco chuffs in a wolflike manner. "That's hardly fair, Jervis. You're both still cubs, and part of being a cub is learning to deal with--things like this." Left unsaid is that he's glad he doesn't have to teach -his- cubs how to deal.
Dizzy's eyebrows lower in confusion towards Jervis. "He's putting up a fight, and seems to be doing well against this Sasha dude. Obviously Tobin is the stronger of the two."
Jeremy nods his head in agreement to Fran. "Training will help him a lot. I've been told that its best to keep your mind focused strongly on one task, so that you don't wander in your train of thoughts so that the ancestor has a chance to slip out."
Jervis shrugs. "We're Fangs. We all have maladies of the--skull--to deal with." He drinks, and turns to Tobin. "You know not to take anything I say personally, man." He smiles.
Tobin snorts and looks over at Jervis, "Either none of it or all of it. I don't think it matters since either way I ignore it. Except for the amusing bits, of course." He grins, but not in an overly friendly way.
Jervis nods at Tobin. "Did I ever tell you about the time I worked for the suicide hotline?" he asks, dead pan.
Francisco gets up again. "Back to the city for us. Diz, you ready?" He finishes off the water and sets down the glass.
Dizzy nods, eying the Fang cubs warily, "Yeah. Hey Jer, How'd you get here?"
Jeremy stands up and glances back to Diz'. "I drove here, I got the Neon out front actually. Hey, I upp'd the amp on there and added fifteen inch woofers."
"No." Tobin answers emphatically to Jervis, "And I know better now than to let you tell me your stories anyway. I don't /want/ to know."
"Hey, wanna ride with Jer back?" Dizzy asks Francisco with a grin, "We can listen to his killer sound system."
Jervis turns momentarily to Jeremy. "Awesome, man. I wanted to get my stereo down here somehow, but--"
Francisco sighs melodramatically. "Twist my arm. Although--a Neon? Not sure if I'll fit."
Tobin belatedly realizes people are leaving and waves, "Oh, well, goodnight. Sorry for the ancestor."
Jeremy chuckles slightly. "There is room. You can sit behind me, or in the front seat if you prefer, being the higher ranking Groo'." A light smile at his lips. "But whoever sits behind me has room. I don't have the seat all the way back. I'm not that tall."
Francisco grins at Tobin. "If that's the ancestor who let you be able to press Chaser-rhya into fighting with all her skill, he can't be all bad to have around. Goodnight, folks." He nods at Jeremy. "All right. Shall we?"
Dizzy grins at her elder, "I'm the shortest, I'll sit in the back."
Jeremy smiles and tugs gently on Diz's hand, then heads out the farmhouse first.
Jervis lights another cigarette, shaking his head vaguely at the romantic antics.
"See you guys later," Dizzy says to the Fang cubs, waving as she leaves with Jeremy and Francisco.
Francisco nods to the Fang cubs and heads out with his tribemates.
Jervis nods. "Later."