Barn Chat

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It is currently 19:38 Pacific Time on Wed Dec 18 2002.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (96% full).

Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly cloudy. The temperature is 36
degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The
barometric pressure reading is 29.97 and falling, and the relative
humidity is 96 percent. The dewpoint is 35 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees
Celsius.)

Big Red Barn

The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is
greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five.
Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk
into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of
regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were
here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos
Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the
supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the
other two levels.

The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being
only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front
one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third
level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay
to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked.
Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.

Alicia chuckles faintly to herself, then peers about the barn again,
shrugging. "Any sign of Catherine, guys?"

Road-Rage knows the feeling, around this phase of the moon it is rather
difficult to stay still. Running helps him keep it to a minimum, but not
everyone gets to be a Strider. Even as he speaks, the lupus idly picks at
the hay bale with a paw.

Aiyana shakes her head at Alicia. "Nope...um, do I even know who she is?"
she adds, as an afterthought. She looks back to Rage, then flicks a piece
of hay at him.

Alicia wets her lips. "She's our new cub thats tucked away at the farm. I
was just hoping to drag her out for a bit and talk to her."

The barn door opens, emitting a very dour-looking Glass Walker. Salem
casts a look over the gathering, skimming faces.

Renee is up in the loft at the moment and out of view.

Road-Rage peers at Aiyana, and picks up some hay in his mouth and tosses
it at her with a flick of his muzzle. When the door opens he glances over
and eyes the arriving Walker and twitches an ear. Hello.

Alicia turns her gaze over towards Salem and offers a wry grin. "Hey
boss." She says, lifting a brow. "How is everything going?"

Aiyana ahhs. "Nope. Haven't met or seen her, then. Sorry." The piece of
hay lands on her arm and she smiles, returning fire with a few pieces of
her own. The brief, happy moment is then crushed in the prime of its life
as she glances over to see who just entered. "...um..." The cub tenses,
looking like she's about to sprint out of the barn.

	This young girl is around 5'6", of slender yet muscular build, and
seems to be Hispanic/Italian/African in descent. That mixed heritage
represents itself in the color of her skin, which happens to be almost
caramelish in hue. The color of her eyes are a mix of amber with chocolate
brown flecks scattered about in them. Long black hair, which is dyed a
flame red at the bottom, dangles down to the middle of her back. She wears
it pulled back and, for the most part, kept out of her face except for a
few strands that droop down into her eyes to form bangs. Her right eyebrow
is pierced with a single metal hoop, as is both earlobes. Her tongue is
pierced as well.

	Her current outfit consists of: a pair of guy's baggy black jeans
that go down to about her knees and a plain, red tank top. A red and black
bandana has been tied around her forehead, giving her a slightly
'thuggish' appearance.

Salem's mouth thins as he notes Aiyana's presence, his lips twisting into
a less-than-pleased expression. After a moment, he turns abruptly to
Alicia. "It's going," he tells his packmate as he slides the barn door
closed behind him. "Fucking cold out there."

The Walker Elder's voice catches Renee's attention and her head pokes into
view, as she looks over the edge of the loft.

Alicia glances between the two, then raises up a brow. Blowing out a
breath, she shifts the weight to one hip. "So, whats going on? She looks
like she's about to pee her pants an you got that angry step dad look on
your face."

Road-Rage doesn't seem particularly alarmed, but the look on Aiyana's face
does put a bit of erf on his expression. He resumes lying down and
stretches out generally comfortably, if eyeing the tension.

Aiyana nods to Salem, as close to a greeting as she can muster for the
Walker, before she starts to brush hay off of the back of her shirt. Maybe
if she acts like she's not here, he won't bother her.

Salem just shakes his head. "It's not important." He seems quite content
with pretending that Aiyana doesn't exist. "Anything new in the city?" he
asks Alicia.

Alicia frowns and cocks her head to one side. "Nothing really. I've been
talking to Ouroboros and I'm planning an intense scouting party on the
wherehouse with the big boys, see if we can get a foot inside."

Road-Rage gets up off his bale, turns, and drops off the hay with a gentle
thup of paws on the dirt. He retreats to a haypile slightly out of the way
and curls himself on it. Still, he keeps an ear and an eye on the group.

"While I'm stuck here," Renee notes, irritably.

Aiyana watches Rage move away from the others, silently pondering the idea
herself. But no, she was here first, and here she'll stay. The cub flops
down onto her back again and flicks a couple pieces of hay into the air.

Salem nods to the Gaian and then, as Renee speaks, glances up toward the
loft at the now-visible Gnawer Galliard. He regards her coolly. "Renee.
How are you feeling?"

"Pissed off, with fer me is pretty damn normal," Renee rumbles. "Be happy
if I never have ta go though that fuckin' process again. Be even happer
when we kill this UL shit an' clean up that Blight."

Road-Rage takes to silently pacing around the edges of the barn as opposed
to lying about. Too restless to stay still tonight. He traces the place
with his nose, just out of need for something to do, and to keep his mind
off the present lunar phase. When he gets in the general area of Aiyana,
he flicks some hay at her and keeps moving.

Alicia hums gently and glances upwards to Renee, then back over to Salem.
"Definitly eager to get this shit taken care of. Hopefully Patrick, Susan,
Eamon, and Yi can figure out whatever it is that is going down."

Aiyana blinks and grins towards the jackal, waiting for him to pass by her
again so that she may toss a few pieces of hay back. Of course, she has to
roll onto her stomach to do this, leaving her with little option for
movement until she decides to sit up.

Salem studies Renee for a moment or two more before turning his attention
back to Alicia. The Walker nods curtly. "When are you planning to hit the
place?"

Road-Rage continues his little patrol of the edges of the barn,
occasionally flicking hay about. Until, wait. A field mouse, little fuzzy
rodent nosing about the dirt, likely looking for food. The jackal pauses
for a moment and considers. Then, no, don't kill it. Its not hurting
anything.

Renee studies Salem in return and continues to watch him, even after he
turns his attentions elsewhere. "Andrea-rhya is trying to figure out what
kind of magic is in me," she offers up. "I don't feel any diffrent, but I
know that I am stronger then I should be. I'd like ta know what the fuck
happened, ta Taint me in the first place."

Aiyana stretches, then goes back to watching Rage. At least he's
entertaining. After a moment she shifts to Lupus herself, and paws at some
hay nearby.

"Not too late. I kinda wanna see if we can do it before the moon gets
small again." Alicia states with a shrug of her shoulders. "In case anyone
has to go Umbra."

Salem's attention is drawn back toward Renee, an eyebrow rising. "How much
stronger?" He nods absently to Alicia.

Road-Rage keeps an eye on that field mouse for a moment, and forces
himself to keep on moving. Silently talking himself out of shifting to
hispo and grinding it into a smear on the floor.

Renee allows on arm to drap over the edge of the loft, as she watches the
Walker. "Kinda like bein' in Crinos, while keepin' this form."

Dancing-Fighter gets to her feet and trots after Rage, keeping her
distance for now though.

The Walker's other eyebrow rises to match the first. "Really." He purses
his lips. "Mnh. That's in line with the rest of what I'd heard... noticed
any other symptoms?" His tone is cool, crisp and businesslike, his temper
for the moment tightly leashed.

Renee shakes her head. "Nope. Andrea-rhya has been keeping a eyes on me
an' the Shadow around me. Blood Spore Bane that was followin' me around,
took off when I was Cleansed the second time. Can't turn inta a Formor, if
their ain't a Bane around ta mess with yer spirit-side."

Road-Rage's temper is on a bit of a longer leash at the moment.
Occasionally he'll glance back at the lupus tracking him about the barn,
not taking much of a notice. On he goes, too bad that mouse wasn't hurting
anything, coulda used to wipe something of the face of the earth tonight
too.

Salem grunts. "True." His eyes narrow slightly, his expression thoughtful.
Then he shakes his head and turns back to Alicia. "You seem to have things
well enough in hand here," the Walker says, dry and deadpan. "I'm going
inside for a bit."

Alicia nods her head slightly and rolls her shoulders back. "You want some
company then?" She asks, furrowing her brow. "Because you know, we haven't
had time to spend together the past few months."

Dancing-Fighter slinks after the other lupus, keeping her body low,
although her tail does wag occasionally. When she thinks she's been
spotted, she tries to duck behind whatever's closest, usually a bale of
hay, before continuing along.

Road-Rage darts ahead quickly, and vanishes into a small cluster of hay
bales. The Strider takes a strategic position among them and keeps an eye
out for any following wolves. Not easily fooled, he can play this game
too.

Renee disappears from view and can be heard moving around in the loft.

Salem pushes back a few strands of hair that have escaped his ponytail and
shakes his head. "Not necessary," he says flatly, his voice low. "Maybe in
an hour or so. Give me time to warm up, feel 'human' again." He inserts a
bit of wry humor at the h-word, but the crooked little half-smile doesn't
touch his eyes.

"Yah, well -- I'm not all for freezing either. We can get warmed up
together." Hooking a thumb in her belt loop, Alicia offers another big
grin to him.

Dancing-Fighter blinks and glances about, trying to figure out where Rage
went. She lifts her muzzle up and sniffs the air a couple of times before
moving forward once more.

"That a proposition, Ms. Jackson?" Salem arches an eyebrow, utterly
straight-faced. Then he shrugs. "But, suit yourself."

Alicia blinks her eyes a few moments, then lets out a huff. She makes her
way past him and out into the cold air.