Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (74% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly cloudy. The temperature is 61 degrees Fahrenheit (16 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.23 and falling, and the relative humidity is 67 percent. The dewpoint is 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 19:10 Pacific Time on Thu Sep 6 2001.
Harbor Park Meadow(#194RJ)
One of the last bastions of green left in the city, occasionally mottled and withered grass and weeds covers the earth like a badly stained carpet. The vegetation seems marginally healthier the further it is from the river and much healthier towards the central area of the park around the fountain. Overpowering the scent of living vegetation are the exhaust fumes from a busy street to the west and an unpleasant stench from the Columbia River to the east. A rusted chain link fence delineates the territorial boundaries between the park and the encroaching city. Unchecked hedges and vines interweave through the fence, as if the park wanted to distance itself from the city--or the local community wanted to distance itself from the eerie park. Despite the foliage, the majority of the open meadow is easily seen. People in tall buildings or on boats have an excellent view of any goings-ons. In the center of the park, a small glade of six tall trees and a flower bed surrounds a lovely... plywood barricade.
The murky waters of the Columbia River flow swiftly along the east side of the park. Bracketing the park to the west is First Street and the city of St. Claire.
Jonathan lays sprawled out on the grass. The cub is on his stomache, a large newspaper in front of him and a pen in his hand. He is scribbling on it and has his legs folded up into he air.
Meanwhile, Spins-in-Circles is having a grand time running around, enjoying the park from a dog's point of view. She pads back over to where her cubmate is lying to spy what he's marking in the paper.
Jonathan is busy reading and marking various stocks, while crossing off others. Something about chicken futures in the middle east is written in the margin. The cub pauses and looks up to the dog. "Heya Diz. Good day?"
Spins-Circles barks in reply, wagging her tail. Spins always has fun in the park. Is Hops having a good time at... Hops' house?
Jonathan shrugs. "Its a dump but it is home." the cub replies. Then he closes up the paper and rolls over to give Dizzy his undevided attention. "So what are you up to lately?"
The newmoon sits next to the other cub and happilly describes recent events. Ice-Rhya says Spins can go back to learning place. Three-Blades has been teaching Spins how to be new moon and how to fight. Is Hops keeping busy?
Jonathan nods. "Yeah. I've been at the special place a lot lately. Lots of my moons helping. I've been in and out of the shadow a million and one times already. I'm going to be talking to some spirits next. Getting a lot done. Even been in the shadow of the city. Not the nicest place."
Wagging her tail and wuffing, Spins-in-Circles prods her cubmate with her nose. Spins knows Hops went into city spirt place. Spins went with Hops. Hops having bad memory?
Jonathan chuckles and shakes his head. "Oh, that. No, other then that. That was just a hop. You know, go over, come back. I mean exploring, looking around. You ever done that?"
Spins-in-Circles shakes her head. No. Spins only been there once. The time with everyone.
Jason rattles down the sidewalk on his skateboard, heedless of the rough sidewalk,with his black trenchcoat flapping behind him in his wake.
Jonathan blinks at this. "You serious? I've been going back and forth nonstop. Wanna come with me? We can go now." The cub rises up and looks at the dog. "Want to?"
[Jason]
This late-teens/early-twenties young man is just a little shorter than average, maybe about 5'10" or so. Though relatively formally attired for this function, his wardrobe is still a bit rumpled, the victim of an incomplete ironing job. The shirt underneath his slightly rumpled tuxedo jacket is a clean white, but also poorly ironed. His short dark hair is gelled into place, slicked down into place by force. He definitely seems to have some sort of penchant for silver jewelry--his single ear cuff (on the left ear), herringbone necklace, two rings, and cufflinks are all silver. His deep brown eyes are alert and perceptive, glancing around the area constantly.
Spins-in-Circles circles Jonathan. Not really. Spins and Hops would have to go home and Spins likes the park. Does Hops want to play or run? She wags her tail in anticipation.
Jonathan rolls his eyes. "God you're such a bitch." he says, smirking. "Want me to get a stick or something?"
The new moon barks at Jonathan angerly. Hops is going to have bad stuff happen to him if he says things like that. If Hops just wants to read paper then that is fine. Spins will run and have fun.
Jonathan shakes his head. "You have to stop thinking like a person hon. What is a bitch? Litterally?" the cub smirks. "It is a female dog. You, my dear, are a female dog." the cub smiles. "And I wouldn't mind playing for a bit hon."
Jason pops up his skateboard, picking it up as he gives the kid and the canine a weird look. He runs a hand through his slicked-back hair, spiking it a little more, then he carries the skateboard a coupe of steps to a bench and sits down, pulling out a paperback book.
Spins-in-Circles barks, Hops is not a new moon and Hops is not funny. Bitch is okay if you are speaking in wolf, but not as person. She looks around at the other people in the park and grins at the cub. Hops probably looks stupid talking to a dog.
Jonathan doesn't look stupid, he looks insane. He just, doesn't care. "Well excuse me. I was just kidding. Come on, I'll throw a stick or something."
Jason continues reading in his paperback under the streetlamp strategically placed over the bench, the silver ring on his right hand flashing in the light as he turns each page.
Spins-in-Circles lays down in the grass. Spins doesn't want to play now. Hops is being stupid. Spins would rather go for a walk, or eat. Is Hops hungry?
Jonathan shrugs. "I'm always hungry. And please don't call me that. I'm walks-the-stars now. It has a much better ring to it. Come on, I'll buy you something from Mcdonalds."
Spins-in-Circles rolls onto her back, wuffing at Jon. Walks-the-Stars? Who called Hops that? Hops is good name for Hops. Unless Hops wants to be Beer-Boy again?
Jonathan kicks Spins playfully in the side. "Shuddup. Jamethon called me that. And you have no clue what I'm like when I'm on the other side. So quit it." the cub seems honestly offended this time.
Rolling over so as to avoid the kick, Spins-in-Circles stands on her feet and starts to pad off, head held high. Beer-Boy suits Hops best, Spins thinks. Spins going home now.
Jonathan grunts slightly at this. "Fine, go." he says quietly. "I'll eat alone."
Jason takes out a highlighter and marks a passage in the paperback book, then goes back to reading. He glances up again at the boy and his ... canine, raises an eyebrow, then his attention goes back to the book.
Spins-Circles stops and looks up at the young man in the trench coat. She barks at him, asking right out, Do you understand Spins? She glances over at Jonathan, then looks back to the young man, awaiting a response.
Jason blinks as he looks up from his book at the canine, then over at the kid. "Uh, cute dog you got there. Looks like more than a bit of wolf in there, though. I hope you keep its papers on you, so Animal Control doesn't get ahold of 'im. I mean, they tend to crack down on that sort of thing, usually handin' 'em over to the park for re-release, eventually. I'm sure you wouldn't want to lose your ... pet," he finishes, helpfully.
Jonathan shrugs. "Not mine. As far as I'm concerned animal control can have her." the cub grins towards Dizzy. "Maybe I should call them."
Apparently Spins' punishment for Hops wasn't enough, Spins-in-Circles barks at Jonathan. She starts off again, adding, And Hops had better follow Spins if Hops doesn't want Spins reporting Hops.
Jason looks back at the lupine and shrugs, noting, "Hey, I'm not the one who was talking to 'im. Or playing with 'im. Or wanting to get 'im a stick."
Jonathan grumbles and follows reluctantly after Dizzy. "Yeah, I know." the cub says as he walks past Jason.
The wolfish dog leads Jonathan out of the park, towards Bridge Street. Hops and Spins can get food after going home. Spins is not getting food like this. Hops looks insane as it is.