Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (40% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 67 degrees Fahrenheit (19 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.95 and rising, and the relative humidity is 56 percent. The dewpoint is 51 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 22:00 Pacific Time on Tue Sep 11 2001.
Whispering Pines - Roger's Apt(#2598RAJL)
This apartment gives a look of high expense, not in the building itself, but it's contents. The walls and ceiling are painted pure black, and the carpet matches the darkness, save for some off color fuzz, being that it's a pretty new carpet. Across from the door in the living area is a large black entertainment center consisting of a not suprisingly black 42" TV, a large fully digital stereo system with CD and tape players, AM/FM stereo, a setting for the TV, and a useless setting called 'phono'. There are various gaming systems tucked into the entertainment center as well, baring names like Dreamcast, Playstation and Playstation 2, various systems with the word 'Nintendo' upon them... 3D0, NeoGeo, and finally something called a 'colecovision'. This system is complemented nicely by a high quality Bose surround sound speaker system. Two black leather couches are on the left and right of the living area, angled at the entertainment center. A large chest rests on the ground between the couches and the entertainment center, working as a foot rest. The only sources of light are the LEDs on the stereo, the TV, and a small blacklight bulb in the fan in the center of the apartment. A door to the right of the apartment leads to Roger's bedroom(+view) and the small kitchen is visable on the right side of the apartment, almost a part of the living room. The kitchen is lit up by a hallogen lamp, resting next to the front door, pointed towards it.
Jeremy is inside the apartment playing on his laptop. Well, not really playing, its more like furiously gathering information for such a dramatic day.
Dizzy is laying on the couch, poking at her palm pilot with the stylus, drawing a little picture. She sits up, looking at the kin boy, "What's the latest news?"
Jeremy sighs heavily as he glances over his shoulder to her, wiping at his eyes a bit. "Same shit. Just.. trying to see if anything else is ganna happen. I'm also trying to record everything thats going on here.. this is a day of history being made and created, one day, who knows, a hundred years from now, people are ganna wanna see proof."
A look of disconent crosses Dizzy's face and stakes it's claim. She leans forward, kneeling on the couch. Her elbows propped up on the arm, her hands holding her head up, "Is there any news if this was done by Osama yet, or maybe, you know, due to Wyrm infulence?"
Jeremy shrugs his shoulders. "Um.. just rumors of Osama, as far as the Wyrm is concerned, I don't think so. I believe this is just human stupidity." Lifting up a hand, he adjusts his glasses with a sigh. "But cuz' of Roger's high speed internet, I'm on four television stations at once." His eyes flick towards the screen where a number of screens are up, people moving around back and forth, reporters and the such. "I'm recording it all, or trying to at least, but I'm sure my hard drive won't hold up for long."
"Maybe you could start burning the information you already have onto CDs or something?" Dizzy suggests, "Then you can have a permanent copy that way too."
Jeremy dips his head in a nod. "Yah, I've been doing that earlier before ya got here." He points to a stack of CD's, unmarked so far. "At least all the good shit. Ya'know.. I think I'm done for tonight, if anything else pops up. I'll just pick up where I left off." Reaching over, he clicks the screens off with his mouse, finally leaning back. He looks tired and weary.
Dizzy shifts her legs to the side and gets off of the couch, standing up. She walks over to where Jeremy is at his computer. "I'd suggest we go out, to, like, unwind, you know, but everything is, you know, closed and such."
Jeremy glances up at her and nods, reaching out to wrap an arm around one of her legs. "Yah... not sure if I wanna go out tho'. Probably safer inside here, ya'know, just in case people get a bit crazy."
Dizzy pets the kin boy on the head, smiling. "That may be true, I guess. Hopefully we won't see any rioting or anything. Just about everyone making a speech sure seemed to be wary about people lashing out at Middle Eastern people."
"Yah.. sad eh'?" Jeremy leans his head against her hip and puffs out a soft sigh, closing his eyes. "People will use any excuse to fight."
Dizzy continues running her hand through Jeremy's hair, looking down at him. "Yeah... it's sad. I didn't have to worry about that check up today, though. I just called and cancelled it earlier, because of all of this. I thought about going to give blood, too, but then I remembered what you said about that. So then I was going to call Dads, to check up on him and all, but then I figured he might call me, so I don't get in trouble... but he didn't. I wish he had, though."
Jeremy nods his head a bit and furrows his brows. "You should give 'em an email or something maybe. Or just call him anyways, I dunno.. family is important."
"Yeah," Dizzy says, sighing, "But he said _explicitly_ that he didn't want me calling until I had rited, so..." She squats down next to the kin boy, "So I don't know."
Jeremy sighs slightly. "Oh, whatever, what is he ganna do?" He says with a smirk. "He isn't in this Sept, he's not your Elder over here. I say call him up."
Dizzy grins, and leans her head on Jeremy, holding his arm, "Yeah, but he's still, like, my _dad_. He's my elder if I'm a garou or not."
Jeremy wraps his arms around her, pulling the girl close a bit as his blue eyes sparkle. "Just do it." He murmurs. "This is important." Smooch, a kiss to her lips.
Dizzy leans back slightly, sitting down now. "Now, how am I supposed to argue with that?" she asks facetiously.
Jeremy chuckles softly and leans in a bit, touching her nose to nose. "You can't. But, maybe you should do it tomorrow, wait until the smoke clears before ya call, he may be busy."
Dizzy giggles, using her finger to draw down the side of his arm, "Well, maybe if I wasn't so scared of being shot by all of those guys with guns outside this place, I'd shake you around and show you what-for."
Jeremy feels his face brighten with a coy smile as he nuzzles his nose against hers, only so that his lips can draw back upon hers softly. "You can shake me around all in here."
"I would," Dizzy says, her mouth displaying a wry grin, her voice almost a whisper now, "except that there are probably half a dozen cameras watching us." She kisses the air, almost touching Jeremy's lips, but falling a hair short.
Jeremy wiggles his eyebrows a bit and grins devilishly at her. "So? Could always give 'em a PG 13 rated show." His arms slip around her body and pulls her a bit closer, slitting his eyes.
Dizzy places her hands on his shoulders, "Them who, Jer? I know it'll be _you_ watching those tapes later." She holds back laughter as she tells him this.
Jeremy starts to laugh as he traces his hands down her sides slowly. "Well, I'm sure Roger would wanna get his rocks off too." With that, he leans over and gives a quick peck to her lips again. "But, I will not deny of rewatching my greatest hits."
"Ewww. That's all charach and such. Plus, Roger's not even good looking in _any_ sense of the word." Dizzy starts to pull back. "There was this guy I saw at the farmhouse, though, who was hot-hothot. I think he was a garou, though, unfortunately. To just be kin..." She giggles.
Jeremy hmphs slightly and pushes her over to the side a bit. "Geeeeeez, you don't tell yer' boyfriend that stuff." Eyes rolling, he crosses his arms and pretends to be hurt. "I've seen some pretty hot .. Garou chicks tho'." He states, blah. He's not good at this getting back thing.
Dizzy lays back on the ground, giggling. "Oh yeah. Sure Jeremy. Whatever you say."
"Um.. I have!" Jeremy says, huffing. "When I used to live in Portland, I saw tons of really cute Garou girls. Um... not that.. I had a chance wi' em' of course." Peering at her, he crawls ontop of the female and flops his head into her shoulder, lightly breathing across her neck.
"Uh-huh," chides the new moon cub, looking up at Jeremy. "And I'll bet they offered to take you skinny dipping in a hot tub, too. With all ten of them, right?"
Jeremy gives a soft peck to her neck with a grin. "Well.. yah." He says, quite confidently. "Who wouldn't wanna see me naked?"
"Roger?" Dizzy asks, sticking her tongue out. Beat that, boo-ya.
"No, Roger has seen me naked." Jeremy says with a smirk. "We do share the same bathroom afterall." Grinning, he pokes her in the side, whispering gently in her ear. "But you didn't say me, so.. I figure /you/ want to see me naked." Mwahaha.
"Ah. So Roger _wants_ to see you naked then?" Dizzy shoots back playfully, "I wonder if homosexual pedophilia is worse than charach?"
Jeremy pokes her again in the side, running the tips up her ribs to tickle her. "Now, I didn't say that, but I have not questioned his sexuality. And you are changing the subject."
Dizzy giggles, shifting around from the poking/tickling attack. "Oh, I am, am I? Well, what if I am?"
Jeremy sits up and smirks, placing his hands over her shoulders as he stares down at her. "Fine, I'll just drop it." With a wink, he hops up and crawls back onto the couch.
Dizzy rolls over to watch the fleeing kin boy. She crawls over to the end of the couch and peers over the arm. "No matter where you run... I can track you," she warns, grinning playfully. "Woof."
Jeremy peers back at her and grins, then tosses a pillow at her playfully before bolting for his guest room.
Dizzy takes the pillow right in the surprised face, falling over backwards giggling. She scoops up the pillow and stalks her prey into his cave. "Now you are _so_ going to get it," she warns.
Jeremy grins and snags a pillow off his bed and holds it up defensivly, chuckling the entire time. "Oh yah? Maybe thats what I want."
"Hey," Dizzy says, entering the room, swinging the pillow back and forth, grinning, "If this is what you want, then you'll have no problem with me giving you loads and loads of it."
Jeremy grins and twists and twirls the pillow back and forth in his hands, flipping it around. "I'll warn you ahead of time big fuzzy wolf girl, I am an expert in the martial arts of pillow fighting foo'."
"I see you have much skill, grasshopper," the cub girl mocks, "But I have learned from Master Pillow Li. And you have disgraced my family, now you much pay." And with that, she lunges at him, pillow raised for the strike.
Maybe all that kick boxing crap that Tom has been feeding him may finally pay off. As the girl goes for the swing, Jeremy launches the pillow at her head high, then dives straight for her waist with arms out stretched, hoping to catch and take her down. He's willing to take the hit if necessary, but this manuever may surprise her.
And surprise her it does. So much that she drops the pillow to protect herself by bringing up her hands. Jeremy's pillow is batted away, Dizzy's falls on the kin boy's head without much force, and the Walker cub herself goes down, tackled by the kin boy's assault. She lets out a small "Eeeack!" as they fall to the floor.
Jeremy starts to laugh, grunting a bit in pain from the tangled mess of kin and garou. "You know, most people who start off with foreplay tend to not beat each other up with pillows."
Dizzy laughs, rolling her eyes, "Well, I'm like, half wolf, you know. Rarr." She reaches around, trying to get ahold of the pillow that landed near by.
Jeremy reaches out and snags her wrists, pulling her arms back over her head as he scoots forward, straddling her hips. "Woof." He says in retort, his glasses crooked on his nose.
"Oooo. I'm scared. What're you going to do? I could just turn into a wolf and run away," Dizzy jokes, making a feign of struggling.
Jeremy puts his glasses off to the side and smiles, tilting his head. "I'm going to seduce you, all nerd style. Show ya a bit of my hard drive, maybe give you a Ram install." He can't help but laugh, shaking his head. "Nah'. Maybe just give ya another kiss." With that, he definitly plants on one her lips.
Dizzy inclines her head up, to make the kiss last. When she lowers her head back down she asks, "Are there cameras in here, too?"
Jeremy wets his lips some and glances about the room, spying only one in the corner. "Mmm.. Yah.. but that can be covered up." He says, grinning darkly. "Just the one I've ever found. Not sure if there is more."
Dizzy rolls over to get up, "Maybe we should just turn out the lights, then?" she suggests.
Jeremy grins and hops up to his feet, heading across the room quickly. Shutting the door, he reaches over and flicks off the light, blankenting the small room in darkness.
"Now," Dizzy says, sitting on the bed, "I've just got to hope you geeks don't have cameras that can see in the dark."
There's a bit of movement from around the room, and soon the little red glowing light on the camera is extinguished. A few more moments, his weight settles upon the bed before he leans back against the sheets and pillows. "Don't worry 'bout it, its not ganna see anything at all tonight."
"You tired?" Dizzy's voice asks, a bit of concern can be gleaned from the tone.
"Uh huh." Jeremy softly says before Dizzy can feel his arms wrapped about her body, pulling her close and ontop of him. He's also bare chested by what she can feel, but he has on his jeans. Guess you can figure out what he's using to cover the camera up with.
Dizzy snuggles close to the kin boy, "Well, it's been an exciting day." She yawns, "I guess sleep sounds like a good idea."