Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (90% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 53 degrees Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.02 and rising, and the relative humidity is 93 percent. The dewpoint is 51 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 23:48 Pacific Time on Sun Sep 30 2001.
Roach Motel: Bachelorette Pad(#4128RAJ$)
Small, but inviting, this little apartment is clearly dwelling of a person who spends a lot of time at home. The sitting area has a reclining chair with heating, massage, and built in stereo speakers. The sofa is big enough to fit two comfortably. The home entertainment center is overloaded with scores of books. Titles like "Rescuing the Bible From Middle America" or "Zarathustra: Modernism in Antiquity" can be seen here, along with dozens of dime-store paperbacks. Though the TV set and all its accompanying equipment take up quite as much space as the books, the electronics are somewhat dwarfed by the quantity of reading material. A fine writing table and a computer desk are crowded in, the computer powered up and humming softly. Two swivelling office chairs sit nearby, at attention. The walls are decorated with nature scenes, among them a well-rendered image of a pack of wolves howling at a full moon.
The kitchen looks as if it might never have been cooked in. A small microwave on the counter is still blinking "12:00", no one having bothered to set the clock. Beside it is an electric can opener. The only evidence of use is a single glass in the stainless steel sink and a few fast-food bags in the trashcan. The sole decoration on the refrigerator is a postcard bearing a photograph of a monstrous, grimy power plant with "Come to Hanford!" printed on the bottom in fluorescent green.
Through a door opposite the kitchen, the tiny bedroom looks slightly more lived-in. On top of a black particle-board dresser sit a hairbrush, a few hair-ties, and several plastic hairclips, along with a small pile of cheap costume jewelry. A frame designed to hold several of snapshots is hung squarely on the wall. One bed is made, a bright yellow bedspread bravely trying to cheer up the room. Another is made half-heartedly, the bedspread just carelessly tossed over the top, as if to humor someone.
Dizzy heads into the kitchen, "Well, do you want something to eat or something? Or maybe I could order in. Personally, I'm famished."
Jeremy chuckles and rolls onto his stomach as he watches you, getting comfortable in the bed. "Um.. How 'bout.. anything?" He grins coyly. "I'm ok with whatever you want to have."
Dizzy opens up the fridge and starts scanning the contents. "Hmm... well. I don't really feel like trying to cook something, so I suppose unless you want a sandwich, I'm just going to have something delivered."
Jeremy grins. "Do that. I got some cash on me. I can go for a couple of pizzas honestly." Sliding off the bed, he ambles over to her and wraps his arms around her body, hugging her. "Mrrrr.. I was looking for ya earlier here, had a talk with John 'bout.. spiritual stuff." A light chuckle.
Dizzy closes the door to the fridge and puts her arms around the kin boy, "Well, you should have just given me a ring, you know. I was out jogging."
Jeremy chuckles and leans up on tip toes, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. "Well, John said you went out with your other boyfriend." A wry grin. "So I didn't want to ruin your date."
Dizzy giggles, returning his kiss with one of her own. A quick peck on his lips. "Well, yeah, but that was earlier," she teases.
Jeremy grins and tilts his head a bit, then smirks. ".. Dizzy.. What -are- we?"
"What do you mean?" she asks, a small waver in her voice.
"Well.. Um... Are we..a couple? Are you my girlfriend? Mate? Um.. I mean, we never really discussed it, we kinda just hopped right into this and I'm curious ya'know? I'm not sure what title I have with you." Jeremy gives her a light squeeze.
Dizzy looks a bit relieved at the question, "Well, I'd say you were my boyfriend, if someone asked right now. I mean, we go out and sleep together and all that. I hope not my /mate/, though. I mean, unless it's like some werewolf thing or something. Because, dogs don't really date and all."
Jeremy chuckles softly and kisses your lips back in return. "Well, that and I don't want to sniff yer' butt everytime I want to score." Hugging her tightly to him, he murmurs. "Cool, boyfriend."
Dizzy rests her head against the kin boy's chest, smiling, "Well, it's been long enough. If Sophie has a problem with it now, that's her own business. She can go cry in a corner."
Jeremy smirks and traces his fingers up your sides. "I don't think she cares anymore. I haven't even thought of her in the longest time actually. Not enough minutes in the day to."
Dizzy gives a small laugh, "I've been so busy lately. Speaking of which, I have a paper due tomorrow that I should work on... but I can finish it tomorrow."
Jeremy nods at that and grins, refusing to let her go as he holds her. "We should order that pizza eh'?"
"Well, unless you let go, I'm not going to be able to do that, silly."
"But if I let you go, then um.. I'd.. get lonely real quick."
Dizzy laughs, "What sort of state are you in that you can't let go for long enough so that I can order a pizza? I'm not going to vanish." A short pause, before she jokes, "Unless there's a mirror about."
Jeremy grins and lets you go. "I'm in a state of um.. Jeremy'ness." Teasing, he flops down onto the bed again and peers up at her.
Dizzy grabs the phone and hits the auto-dial for the nearby pizza parlor. "State of Jeremy'ness?" she asks with a grin, holding the receiver inbetween her shoulder and her head.
"Yah, its when you study so hard, you become a pale pasty nerd who can't get a girlfriend unless she turns into a big bad woof." Teasing, he bats his eyes a few times.
"You're doing better now," Dizzy points out, "I've still got to help you with your shopping, but go look in the mirror, you're not as pale and pasty as when I met you." Suddenly, she starts paying attention to the phone, "Hello? Oh, yeah, I'd like to order a pizza..."
"She wants sausage on that!" Jeremy calls out before heading over to the mirror inside the bathroom. Turning on the light, he chuckles, glancing himself over a bit.
"You're so vain!" Dizzy calls out to the kin boy, covering the phone with her hand. She chuckles and goes back to ordering the pizza, a medium with sausage and pepperoni.
Jeremy blinks once, laughing and starts to flex, pretending to be modest. "Man, I am just /so/ sexy." He exclaims, peering over at her. "No wonder you can't resist me."
"Hey, any port in a storm," Dizzy calls back, hanging up the phone. "You had a dick and wern't a werewolf, I wasn't looking for much more," she jokes.
Jeremy smirks and kisses his small biceps, grinning the entire time. "Thats right, I have a dick." He says that proudly.
Dizzy squats down and lays her arms out on the counter, laughing hard.
Jeremy grins and makes a slight grrrr'n sound, then wanders back to the bed, flopping upon it.
Dizzy stands back up with a grin, and walks over to the bed. She stands above him and pokes him in the side, "Well, we'd better go downstairs to wait for the pizza guy so that he can actually get in."
Jeremy nods his head and smiles, standing up and slides his hands into hers. Giving a hard squeeze, he tugs her to the door. "Alright, c'mon, lets go."
Dizzy pretends to be dragged along by him, smiling. "Alright, alight. Geeze, the pizza isn't gonna be here for at least, like, fifteen minutes."
Jeremy grins and peers over his shoulder to her. "We could have sex in fifteen minutes." He teases playfully before opening the door.
Dizzy rolls her eyes, grinning and shaking her head as she heads out the door.
Walker Safe House(#2832RAJL)
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.
For once Rina doesn't take out a gun, when she reaches into her jacket. She takes a manila envelope out of a pocket, and hands it to him. "Open it," she murmurs, glancing back toward the doorway.
John takes his hand away from her shoulder, and lifts the envelope from her fingers. He sips at the glass of whiskey in his other hand, and turns the envelope over, peering at its back and front. "Mmm." He leans down to put his glass on the floor and opens the envelope.
Rina leans over and whispers in her ear. "Your eyes only."
Dizzy is being dragged down the stairs by Jeremy. She giggles as she's tugged along. "Why're you in such a hurry?" she asks, poking him in the side with her free hand.
Soft chuckling is heard from the kin boy as he tugs Dizzy down to the bottom floor, aiming for the rec room. "Cuz', all the good DVD's are down here."
John raises his eyebrows at Rina, and peeks inside the envelope again. As the cub and kin come stampeding down the stairs, he touches a quick kiss to Rina's lips by his ear, and then whispers something back to her. The paper - only half-out - slips back into the manilla envelope, and that, in turn, into his jacket.
Rina glances back over toward the doorway, and then offers John a swift, brilliant grin. "Past triumphs," she murmurs. "Not mine." Then she raises her voice. "Hey, guys, c'mon down."
"As if we could stop them..." comes an added rumble.
Rina touches a kiss to John's lips, lightly, and then offers a wry smile to Diz and Jeremy.
"Hey Rhya, hey Rina," the girl cub says as she and Jeremy reach the doorway to the rec room. "We're just waiting for the pizza guy."
Jeremy bobs his head a bit in affirmation as he stumbles up next to Dizzy, one arm linked around her waist, eyes shifting to her with a grin. "Got sausage and pepperoni if you want any."
John bends down to pick up his drink again, and gives a nod to the younger couple. "Hey. S'tempting. Didn't have anything planned for dinner." He looks to Rina.
Rina looks over at him, her smile brightening. "I'm up for 'za."
Dizzy bobs her head from side to side, "Well, I wish I'd ordered a large, then. I'd have done that if I knew you guys were down here."
Jeremy grins and digs around in his pocket for his cell phone. "Its alright, we can get some more." Finding it, he flips the cover open and speed dials, heading off a bit to order.
"Thanks, Jer," Rina calls out to him.
John nods, and reaches to pull a clip with a roll of money in it, from his jacket. "Get a couple extra, okay, Jeremy? I missed lunch." He waggles the money out between two fingers against his glass, as he slips the rest back into his jacket.
"Do we have something to drink here?" Dizzy asks the rec room occupants. She turns to add to Jeremy, "Hey, you might want to get like a two-liter or something too."
The boy's hand waves in their direction as he rambles on an order, four more pizza's and three two liters of soda, all different flavors. After catching the total, he snaps it shut and attaches it to his belt. "Alright, first one should be here in a few minutes, the rest in twenty."
From the couch, John slips his money into his free hand and holds it up in the air for Jeremy. He sips at his whiskey, still, and looks to Rina, thoughtfully. "Lazy night in?" he murmurs.
Rina kicks John lightly in the leg. "You shoulda had lunch," she mutters quietly.
"That's a lot of pizza you ordered," Dizzy notes, taking a chair in the rec room. "Planning for leftovers?"
Jeremy heads back over and takes the offered money, shoving it into his pocket. "Well, there are others that live here too." He says, grinning as his toes nudge Diz' in the foot before plopping down in a chair next to her.
John shrugs and smiles a little tiredly at Rina. "Well. You know. Napped and snacked. Should really get myself into shape one of these days." The smile turns wry. "I'm spoiled, these days."
Rina snorts quietly. "I'll take you to the gym, paisan'," she mutters. Then she glances over to Jeremy and Diz, settling back into the couch, the leather of her jacket creaking.
"But... Five pizzas?" Dizzy asks, leaning over in her chair to face Jeremy. "I mean, unless Roger, Frisco, Sophie, Core, Cindy and Hops all showed up right now. I mean, c'mon."
"Five is cool. You don't know how Garou can eat." Jeremy smiles and reaches out, sliding his hand into hers so that his fingers can give a light squeeze. Tilting his head, he peers at the new moon for a moment, then stiffles a yawn with his hand.
John hitches a shoulder, and raises his eyebrows at Rina, pulling her a little closer, with his free hand around her shoulder. "That's not a bad idea, actually. Both of us could do with some shaping up." He looks to Dizzy, and grunts, "One and a half, maybe two of those, I'll finish off, if you're worried." then leans a little closer to Rina. Murmuring softly, "Less booze. Less napping when it feels appropriate. Less late-night parties or clubbing, and regular exercise..." He starts to whisper into her ear.
Rina flushes slightly, and folds one knee over the other. "I'm down wi'that."
Dizzy shrugs and yawns. She pulls herself over the arm of the chair and slugs Jeremy lightly in his shoulder, "Stop that."
Jeremy chuckles and shakes his head, softly saying "Sorry, can't help it." Slinking his hand into his pocket, he pulls out the wad of cash and hands it to her. "Hey.. come get me when the pizza gets here. I'm going to take a quick shower and lay down for a moment. I'm tired, just a bit light headed. Ya'know, work and all."
Rina's brow furrows slightly in concern. "You're aright?" she asks quietly.
John raises his eyebrows a little, as he pulls away from the kin girl, a little surprised. "Might have to go get some books on nutrition..." he murmurs to himself, turning his gaze to Jeremy.
Dizzy nods taking the cash, "Yeah, just come down after the shower, though. The pizza'll be here by then."
Jeremy nods in return and stands up, smiling a bit to the other two. "I'm ok. I had to work an over nighter for inventory at work, and I'm just tired. It threw off my sleep pattern." With that, he heads to the stairs and climbs up them, disapearing for the time.
Rina frowns slightly as she watches Jeremy go. "What's he do?" she asks absently.
"He's working at CompUSA right now," Dizzy answers, watching him leave. "Doing well, too, from what he tells me."
John's mouth twists ruefully. "Do they do it by commission, there?"
Dizzy answers, unsure, "I _think_ so, yeah."
Rina wrinkles her nose. "He needs a better job," she mutters. "He's a sharp kid. Prolly could do better. Is he in school?" This time her gaze shifts over to Dizzy.
Seemingly unaware of the irony of it coming from him, John grunts, "That's no way to earn a living."
Dizzy nods, "Yeah, yeah. He's taking classes at SCCU and all. And he seems to be doing good at his job. too. He bought a car recently."
Rina nods minutely, and studies the girl for a long moment. "You're, ah... together?"
John adds softly, eyeing the cub, "He seems to think so."
Dizzy eyes Rina cautiously. "I hope you mean like, dating, because I'm going to say yes and assume that you meant that."
Rina nods minutely, eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. "Yah. That's all I was askin'."
John lowers his head a little, brow furrowing slightly. "And he's happy, and you seem to be happy, and that's fine." he says, with an air of finality. Looking sideways to Rina.