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It is currently 13:03 Pacific Time on Fri Aug 5 2011.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (41% full).
Edgewood House: Upstairs
The uncarpeted stairs lead to a hall, with dark hardwood floors; sunlight from the windows at the end of the hall plays among the shadows caused by ample artificial lighting. There's one bedroom facing the stairs, and three in a chain down the hall. Two of them are cramped, with single beds, small dressers, and bare decoration, rugs in the center of the rooms. One, the center of the chain, is clearly the master bedroom, with a massive bed, large dresser, small desk off to the side, and a spacious closet. (This contains a very small dresser, with a variety of t-shirts, sweatpants, jeans, and whatever useful adult and teenage castoffs can be found in yard sales and consignment stores.) The fourth bedroom has been converted to a miniature infirmary, with a mechanized former hospital bed, a cabinet with various medicines and implements, and a small bookshelf with medically useful books, some based on Western medical science, some on herbal treatments, and a small smattering of other traditional approaches. Its floor is bare. The bathroom is white, with a claw-foot bathtub and a stall shower.
Obvious exits:
Garage Downstairs
Here's something one doesn't see everyday: Shelby on her knees in front of one of the spare bedroom doors, manipulating a pair of picks sticking out of the lock. There's a book open on the floor but the Ragabash isn't consulting it; instead her attention's turned inward, her eyes half-closed.
The stairs creak as someone begins their journey upstairs in a casual, lazy day pace. Tori stops just as she clears enough steps to see the hallway, and a rather curious tone hits her accent, "Shelby? Whose room are you breaking into?"
The Fang jerks and one of the picks falls to clatter on the floor. She collects it with a rueful sigh, turning to the Get. "No one's," says she, sounding tired, or possibly resigned. "It's empty - I'm learning how to pick locks." Sinking back on her heels, she sends the closed door a dirty look, which it ignores, and pulls the other pick free. "They aren't very good locks, but I'm not a very good lockpicker, so it all balances out."
Tori finishes her ascent and moves to join the other by the door. "Well, that's what you bring an Ahroun with for anyway. For when the picks fail." She smiles at that, and nods to the door, "Not that I will demonstrate on a door which we would like to have continue use out of. Keep at it. You'll get there."
Shelby rolls her eyes, though with enough of a smile at the other girl to soothe sharp edges. "I'll keep that in mind. Speaking of having an Ahroun... have you thought any more about that offer of a pack?"
Tori turns around and drops to her rear so she can lean her back against the wall that holds the door Shelby is working on. "I have a bit. I think I'd like to join you, at least in seeking the totem. If it accepts me and I can accept it, then I will take that as a sign that I've followed my fate."
Shelby's smile reappears, in full force this time. "Great! I remember you've packed under Falcon, but are there any totems you don't like? We won't look for Owl, because of Rat-Tale, but we're still trying to figure out who fits us best. Dragonfly is still my favorite, but maybe Merlin, or Hummingbird."
Tori grins back at the other. "Well, if we're speaking honestly, I'm not sure I keen on dragonfly. It's. It's not really something that connects with me in any way. Any of Falcon's kin would suit me, Merlin or Osprey. Hummingbird... I am not so familiar with."
"Why not?" The Fang asks curiously, settling onto one hip - apparently the time for breaking and entering is over. "I mean, what is it about Dragonfly you don't care for? She's a hard one to find, Xander says, so if you're just not familiar with her...."
"Well, I think they are fascinating creatures, but ... " she sighs at this, "I cannot find a way to speak my mind without sounding insulting to the spirit of dragonfly. Forgive me Gaia." A pause and she lets it out, "It is in insect. Something small, and easily crushed by man, eaten by bird, captured by fish. It, I am sure, has other resources, but I cannot see a child of Fenris content under such a guise."
"Small doesn't mean harmless, though," Shelby points out, head cocked to one side. "Just as large doesn't mean dangerous. Blue Whale isn't fiercer than Elephant, after all. And I point out that Falcon is eaten by Eagle, or Wolverine, or Weasel. Dragonfly's a Wisdom totem, not War."
Tori grins, "I know. I just. Something about dragonfly goes against me. I couldn't please her. I wouldn't be able to meet her needs. And, I doubt that Fenris, or Odin would think much of me for following such a spirit." She frowns at this, "Which is not to say I don't respect her, or your ideals. Just that they may not be for me."
Shelby lets out a small, displeased noise, though she doesn't stop considering the other girl. "Well, we may not find her anyway. Too bad, though. Still, you might be surprised. I mean, we can say we're questing for Dragonfly all we want, but if she doesn't show, she doesn't show. Or if she does, you might find she suits you better than you think." Still, she shrugs, letting it go. "Have you met any of the others besides Rat-Tale yet?"
Tori nods, "I've met Xander and Marcos both. It would be a good pack I think. We're all younger, so there would be some position shuffling to settle, but I think it would work. Well, ok. I don't know that, but I think I'd be anxious to try out a pack that is me among my peers rather than me running along Adren and Fostern. It's a good place to find ourselves."
"It will be interesting to see who steps up," Shelby agrees with a hint of a smile. "Rat-Tale won't, of course, and I don't think Xander will either." Another shrug, as if to say 'but who can tell'. "Any new word on your chiminage?"
Tori nods to the first part of the discussion, "Ahrouns, and Fangs. Both are typically considered among those that like to take lead. I'm content to follow for a time, but I don't foresee myself in such a role forever. It's not in my blood." She lets her legs drop then, crossing them at the ankle. "Nothing new."
Shelby observes, "I don't know how much Glory there'd be for an Ahroun leading a non-War pack," as though she were commenting on the weather. "I expected my first pack would have a Fostern or two in it, whoever we followed. But all the ones around here are either in a pack already, or not interested in a pack." Her nose wrinkles disbelievingly at that.
Tori nods, "Well there is also a rather alarming shortage of ranking Garou here in general. No Athro! And just ... two Adren?" Tori shakes her head at this, "That's rather scary in some ways. But it speaks of great strength and unity at the same time. And hey, there is plenty of glory to be found without rushing headfirst into every last battle as a war pack itching for blood."
"No Athro," Shelby agrees, "Two Adren. Speaking of, have you met Shockwave-rhya yet?"
Tori nods to this, an infatuated grin taking over her features. "I have. He's quite impressionable, isn't he?"
"He's very Fianna," Shelby agrees, eyes twinkling. "I've barely met him - just when he arrived, and then saw him at Moot." She pauses, struck by a thought. "--What would you think about packing with him?"
Tori blinks, "That would make the idea of finding a leader very easy. But would he want to play pied piper to a bunch of mostly untried Cliath?"
Shelby chuckles. "Who knows? Probably not, though." Back on her knees, she inserts the picks into the lock again. "I have to get this door open before I leave for patrol," she says apologetically. "If the hinges were on this side, it'd make it easier, but then I wouldn't get the chance to learn anything. --I'm looking forward to having a pack, really. I won't be Guardian anymore of course, but."
Tori smiles at the Fang. "I'm looking forward to packing with you. I hope the spirits find us suitable for working together." She shifts a little to watch the lockpicking progress. "Have you tried the easier way first? So you could work up to the more difficult way?"
Shelby glances over. "The easier way being knock it in? I haven't, no. As you said, the door needs to be useable, after. It isn't -that- hard of a lock; I mean, I've opened it before. It just takes a while. The more I do it, the easier it will get."
Tori chuckles at that, "You said about the hinges being on the other side, I meant have you done that type of lock first? And now are working on the more difficult kind?"
After a blank moment Shelby laughs. "Oh, no. If the hinges are on this side you can just knock the pins out, and lift the door out. It's picking the lock about as much as knocking the door in is - so not at all. But since the goal is to pick the lock, not just get through the door, doing that'd be useless for my goals."
Tori gives a nod to that, seeming to better understand the process now. "I think my way would be faster and less frustrating. Granted, if the situation allowed for such a method." Her head leans back a little, "Hey. Do you ever go into town for fun?"
Shelby's grin flashes again as she turns back to her work. "There's a time and a place for everything, be it picking a lock or knocking down a door." She pauses for a moment, wiggling one of the picks. "Mmnh, not lately. I've been a Guardian since the beginning of May. But before that I did, when the moon was right. Why? Looking for places to go?"
Tori grins at that, "Yes! After Luna fills and thins again, will you come with me? Show me a fun place to live it up a little. We cannot forget what it is we fight for, and having a little fun does just the trick for me." She stands up then, "You need to practice your locks, and I need to practice my sword. I will join you for patrol later if you like."
"If I can get away from Guardian duty," Shelby agrees. "Sure. And that'd be nice," she adds to the company. "I start at dusk, so I'll meet you down in the kitchen. Gaia watch, Tori."
Tori wiggles her fingers, "May Odin smile upon you Shelby." She smiles brightly at the other before heading downstairs and out the door.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (41% full).
Edgewood House: Upstairs
The uncarpeted stairs lead to a hall, with dark hardwood floors; sunlight from the windows at the end of the hall plays among the shadows caused by ample artificial lighting. There's one bedroom facing the stairs, and three in a chain down the hall. Two of them are cramped, with single beds, small dressers, and bare decoration, rugs in the center of the rooms. One, the center of the chain, is clearly the master bedroom, with a massive bed, large dresser, small desk off to the side, and a spacious closet. (This contains a very small dresser, with a variety of t-shirts, sweatpants, jeans, and whatever useful adult and teenage castoffs can be found in yard sales and consignment stores.) The fourth bedroom has been converted to a miniature infirmary, with a mechanized former hospital bed, a cabinet with various medicines and implements, and a small bookshelf with medically useful books, some based on Western medical science, some on herbal treatments, and a small smattering of other traditional approaches. Its floor is bare. The bathroom is white, with a claw-foot bathtub and a stall shower.
Obvious exits:
Garage Downstairs
Here's something one doesn't see everyday: Shelby on her knees in front of one of the spare bedroom doors, manipulating a pair of picks sticking out of the lock. There's a book open on the floor but the Ragabash isn't consulting it; instead her attention's turned inward, her eyes half-closed.
The stairs creak as someone begins their journey upstairs in a casual, lazy day pace. Tori stops just as she clears enough steps to see the hallway, and a rather curious tone hits her accent, "Shelby? Whose room are you breaking into?"
The Fang jerks and one of the picks falls to clatter on the floor. She collects it with a rueful sigh, turning to the Get. "No one's," says she, sounding tired, or possibly resigned. "It's empty - I'm learning how to pick locks." Sinking back on her heels, she sends the closed door a dirty look, which it ignores, and pulls the other pick free. "They aren't very good locks, but I'm not a very good lockpicker, so it all balances out."
Tori finishes her ascent and moves to join the other by the door. "Well, that's what you bring an Ahroun with for anyway. For when the picks fail." She smiles at that, and nods to the door, "Not that I will demonstrate on a door which we would like to have continue use out of. Keep at it. You'll get there."
Shelby rolls her eyes, though with enough of a smile at the other girl to soothe sharp edges. "I'll keep that in mind. Speaking of having an Ahroun... have you thought any more about that offer of a pack?"
Tori turns around and drops to her rear so she can lean her back against the wall that holds the door Shelby is working on. "I have a bit. I think I'd like to join you, at least in seeking the totem. If it accepts me and I can accept it, then I will take that as a sign that I've followed my fate."
Shelby's smile reappears, in full force this time. "Great! I remember you've packed under Falcon, but are there any totems you don't like? We won't look for Owl, because of Rat-Tale, but we're still trying to figure out who fits us best. Dragonfly is still my favorite, but maybe Merlin, or Hummingbird."
Tori grins back at the other. "Well, if we're speaking honestly, I'm not sure I keen on dragonfly. It's. It's not really something that connects with me in any way. Any of Falcon's kin would suit me, Merlin or Osprey. Hummingbird... I am not so familiar with."
"Why not?" The Fang asks curiously, settling onto one hip - apparently the time for breaking and entering is over. "I mean, what is it about Dragonfly you don't care for? She's a hard one to find, Xander says, so if you're just not familiar with her...."
"Well, I think they are fascinating creatures, but ... " she sighs at this, "I cannot find a way to speak my mind without sounding insulting to the spirit of dragonfly. Forgive me Gaia." A pause and she lets it out, "It is in insect. Something small, and easily crushed by man, eaten by bird, captured by fish. It, I am sure, has other resources, but I cannot see a child of Fenris content under such a guise."
"Small doesn't mean harmless, though," Shelby points out, head cocked to one side. "Just as large doesn't mean dangerous. Blue Whale isn't fiercer than Elephant, after all. And I point out that Falcon is eaten by Eagle, or Wolverine, or Weasel. Dragonfly's a Wisdom totem, not War."
Tori grins, "I know. I just. Something about dragonfly goes against me. I couldn't please her. I wouldn't be able to meet her needs. And, I doubt that Fenris, or Odin would think much of me for following such a spirit." She frowns at this, "Which is not to say I don't respect her, or your ideals. Just that they may not be for me."
Shelby lets out a small, displeased noise, though she doesn't stop considering the other girl. "Well, we may not find her anyway. Too bad, though. Still, you might be surprised. I mean, we can say we're questing for Dragonfly all we want, but if she doesn't show, she doesn't show. Or if she does, you might find she suits you better than you think." Still, she shrugs, letting it go. "Have you met any of the others besides Rat-Tale yet?"
Tori nods, "I've met Xander and Marcos both. It would be a good pack I think. We're all younger, so there would be some position shuffling to settle, but I think it would work. Well, ok. I don't know that, but I think I'd be anxious to try out a pack that is me among my peers rather than me running along Adren and Fostern. It's a good place to find ourselves."
"It will be interesting to see who steps up," Shelby agrees with a hint of a smile. "Rat-Tale won't, of course, and I don't think Xander will either." Another shrug, as if to say 'but who can tell'. "Any new word on your chiminage?"
Tori nods to the first part of the discussion, "Ahrouns, and Fangs. Both are typically considered among those that like to take lead. I'm content to follow for a time, but I don't foresee myself in such a role forever. It's not in my blood." She lets her legs drop then, crossing them at the ankle. "Nothing new."
Shelby observes, "I don't know how much Glory there'd be for an Ahroun leading a non-War pack," as though she were commenting on the weather. "I expected my first pack would have a Fostern or two in it, whoever we followed. But all the ones around here are either in a pack already, or not interested in a pack." Her nose wrinkles disbelievingly at that.
Tori nods, "Well there is also a rather alarming shortage of ranking Garou here in general. No Athro! And just ... two Adren?" Tori shakes her head at this, "That's rather scary in some ways. But it speaks of great strength and unity at the same time. And hey, there is plenty of glory to be found without rushing headfirst into every last battle as a war pack itching for blood."
"No Athro," Shelby agrees, "Two Adren. Speaking of, have you met Shockwave-rhya yet?"
Tori nods to this, an infatuated grin taking over her features. "I have. He's quite impressionable, isn't he?"
"He's very Fianna," Shelby agrees, eyes twinkling. "I've barely met him - just when he arrived, and then saw him at Moot." She pauses, struck by a thought. "--What would you think about packing with him?"
Tori blinks, "That would make the idea of finding a leader very easy. But would he want to play pied piper to a bunch of mostly untried Cliath?"
Shelby chuckles. "Who knows? Probably not, though." Back on her knees, she inserts the picks into the lock again. "I have to get this door open before I leave for patrol," she says apologetically. "If the hinges were on this side, it'd make it easier, but then I wouldn't get the chance to learn anything. --I'm looking forward to having a pack, really. I won't be Guardian anymore of course, but."
Tori smiles at the Fang. "I'm looking forward to packing with you. I hope the spirits find us suitable for working together." She shifts a little to watch the lockpicking progress. "Have you tried the easier way first? So you could work up to the more difficult way?"
Shelby glances over. "The easier way being knock it in? I haven't, no. As you said, the door needs to be useable, after. It isn't -that- hard of a lock; I mean, I've opened it before. It just takes a while. The more I do it, the easier it will get."
Tori chuckles at that, "You said about the hinges being on the other side, I meant have you done that type of lock first? And now are working on the more difficult kind?"
After a blank moment Shelby laughs. "Oh, no. If the hinges are on this side you can just knock the pins out, and lift the door out. It's picking the lock about as much as knocking the door in is - so not at all. But since the goal is to pick the lock, not just get through the door, doing that'd be useless for my goals."
Tori gives a nod to that, seeming to better understand the process now. "I think my way would be faster and less frustrating. Granted, if the situation allowed for such a method." Her head leans back a little, "Hey. Do you ever go into town for fun?"
Shelby's grin flashes again as she turns back to her work. "There's a time and a place for everything, be it picking a lock or knocking down a door." She pauses for a moment, wiggling one of the picks. "Mmnh, not lately. I've been a Guardian since the beginning of May. But before that I did, when the moon was right. Why? Looking for places to go?"
Tori grins at that, "Yes! After Luna fills and thins again, will you come with me? Show me a fun place to live it up a little. We cannot forget what it is we fight for, and having a little fun does just the trick for me." She stands up then, "You need to practice your locks, and I need to practice my sword. I will join you for patrol later if you like."
"If I can get away from Guardian duty," Shelby agrees. "Sure. And that'd be nice," she adds to the company. "I start at dusk, so I'll meet you down in the kitchen. Gaia watch, Tori."
Tori wiggles her fingers, "May Odin smile upon you Shelby." She smiles brightly at the other before heading downstairs and out the door.