Time/Date : It is currently 15:37 Pacific Time on Mon Jul 23 2007.

Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 68 degrees Fahrenheit (20 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northwest at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.07 and steady, and the relative humidity is 75 percent. The dewpoint is 60 degrees Fahrenheit (15 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (59% full).

Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)

This is the central hub of the house. From here, you can still see the entrance foyer, as well as the stairway that heads to the second story. Towards the back of the common area is a set of glass doors that lead out to a courtyard. To the east, an arched doorway leads to what apparently serves as a library, office, and workroom, and to the west, an arched doorway leads to what appears to be a kitchen and dining area..
There are several chairs here, simple, elegant, yet functional in their design and intent. The room has a comfortable feel to it, but is a bit ascetic in design. The walls are off-white, the molding dark cherry wood and decorated with acanthus-leaf ornamentation at the corners. A pair of antique spears are hung crossed against each other on one wall, and a wall-relief depicting a scene of Grecian warriors hangs on the other. Above the mantle of the fireplace is a small statue of Artemis, on either side of that, dark metal candlesticks with ivory pillar candles. The entire room is a study in the contrast of light and dark.


Sometime over the last couple of years, a teen girl with a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper has grown up, and matured into a young woman. With a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper. KL is a little over five-foot tall - no late growth spurt for her - and slimly built. She moves quickly, and is rarely still for any length of time. Her natural balance and co-ordination are clearly evident in her movement, but any hint of grace is smothered with her air of irritation, hostility and restrained aggression. She manages to turn even simple activities - like ordering fries - into not particularly subtle attempts to provoke fights.
Her mousy-brown hair hangs loose around her shoulders, the front falling to frame her face. Her hair looks like it has been cut recently, and by someone with at least a little skill. She's really quite attractive, perhaps not a pin-up, but far from ugly, with a cute upturned nose and wide expressive hazelnut eyes. However, any level of appeal her physical appearance might have is swamped by the anger in her gaze and the sullen set of her mouth. She stares at people - particularly people she doesnt know - with a cold fury, as if trying to decide exactly which way to kill them.
KL has pale skin, and on her right shoulder-blade is a two-inch-square tattoo of a winged horse. There isn't much in the way of excess flesh on her, her cheekbones are clearly visible and her bare arms have a tight musculature that speaks of regular and plentiful exercise.
She is wearing a pair of blue jeans that look brand-new, and have a designer label clearly visible on the rear, a pair of combat boots that also look new. On her upper half she is sporting a rather snazzy black leather jacket over a clean new white t-shirt.

Looking at Jo:

Standing no taller than 5'4", this androgynous looking little punk rock kid's clothing conceals anything really feminine about her. Close cropped black hair stands longer on the top in a sort of spiky mohawk, highlighted electric blue on the tips as it defies gravity. A cavalcade of steel run the length of both her ears, piercings including ear plugs in each lobe showing that this kid couldn't walk through an airport without a serious pat down. More steel piercings are visible, an arrow-tipped circular one in her eyebrow, and one in her lower lip. When she speaks, a barbell in her tongue is also clearly seen. A similar army of leather, rubber, and metal is wound around both wrists, bracelets and armbands adorned with spikes, chain, and skulls. Currently, she wears a sleeveless black tee with an Anarchy symbol on it, and a pair of a baggy camo cargo shorts with her usual pair of beat up black Chucks, and a wide studded belt. On her upper left arm is a vivid tattoo of a labrys and some tribal work. She's either rebelling against something or really does have her own style and you look at her the question of "Is she legal to get all that shit?" might crop up in one's head.

Looking at Melodie:

Shockingly bright Atomic Pink hair reaches down to the shoulders of this energetic girl in her early teens. Multiple piercings adorn each of her ears in an asymmetrical pattern, all of different shapes and colors, and a plastic stud sits on her nose.
She's wearing a baggy fashionable pink Hoodie with two black shattered hearts on the front. Underneath, she has a black T-shirt featuring a gun shooting pink hearts across her chest in a diagonal pattern. A tight pair of jeans with floral embroidery on the back pockets hugs her hips, fastened with a pink and grey argyle patterned belt. On her feet are a new pair of sneakers with the 'shock absorbers' visible, and a familiar swoosh logo, also highlighted in pink. She's got a shiny lip-gloss that also enhances her signature 'pink' color theme.
Her coloration is hispanic, but she has a greek nose, and her hair has a natural curliness that suggests a Mediterranean influence. Her small size, several inches shy of five feet, and slender build makes it easy to assume that she's still shy of her teen years, but the onsets of puberty are doing their best to counter this effect.

Looking at Anji:

A shortish, plump woman seemingly in her early twenties, Anji Kyriacou gives the impression of somehow containing more energy within her body than its size and shape would normally hold with comfort. Perhaps it's the mass of tightly curled dark hair that runs in spring-like coils down to her shoulders that suggests tension. It's held out of her light olive-coloured, round face by a headband. Her brown eyes are bright and her cheeks frame a mouth that's just that little too close to her nose for her to be thought of as beautiful, especially when taken into conjunction with her rather stout form. She might qualify as pretty, though, at least in the eyes of some. She's generally smartly dressed in blouse, jacket and either neat female trousers or a skirt, depending on whim and weather. If encountered in working hours, she may well be wearing a namebadge on her lapel with her name and the St. Claire University logo.

Jo glances to Mel quietly, retrieving her arm from around the smaller girl's shoulder as she leans foward to accept the offered candy bar. "Good, good..." she glances to Mel..."... at least... as good as can be, all things considered, all that, y'know."

Melodie snatches the Kit-Kat bar greedily. "Thanks!" She wipes away some of the post-crying crust from her eyes, hoping that nobody else notices. "Oh, and I ate all the tortilla chips already last night."

Anji grins indulgently. "Cubs are always hungry, it's one of the unwritten rules of the Litany, I sometimes think. Even more than normal teenagers. But candy makes most problems seem smaller... What d'you mean by 'all things considered', Jo?"

The sound of a key in the lock, and then the door thumps open with a loud bang, revealing an unfussed KL, who steps through, then closes the door equally loudly. Finally, she looks around the room. "Oh, hello!" she exclaims. "How are we? Well, you?"

Jo shrugs a little. "Jus', y'know, ain't used t'being cooped up so long, and y'know... parts of old lives are missed, some parts ain't. Both 'em can get t'ya if ya think on 'em too much." She eyes Mel a moment. "Oh, god. Corn chips and sugar. I ain't gonna be able t'live with you."

Melodie stretches her arms out, "I'm just tryin' to grow a little!" She is a little less scrawny than she was a few weeks ago, at least, but still no taller. "Hey, Anji, can you cook Mexican food at all?"

"You just have to work all that energy off," Anji begins. And then KL enters. "Now, how's that for timing? KL can help you burn it, I just betchum. And I can cook most anything, so if you guys need to do garou-type learny things I can make tortillas or something..."

"Burn what?" KL asks, pulling herself up a chair. "I'm not convinced fires are a good idea anywhere near here." She glances at Anji. "Um... any news from home?" she says tentatively, clasping her hands in front of her.

"Energy," Jo interjects, jerking a thumb towards Mel. "Miss Hyperactivity here... eating /more/ sugar." She quirks a half-grin, then blinks, suddenly remembering something. "Oh oh oh! I almost forgot! We have a baby question!"

Melodie smirks, "Well, I can maybe teach you some too. Ooh, we could make enchiladas, I know that recipe." Jo reminds her of their earlier question. "Oh, yeah, we couldn't figure it out!"

Anji's eyes catch KL's and she nods. "Yeh. Good news. I was just talking about helping these two hyperactive little ladies burn up some energy. They're suffering from cubbin' fever, I think -- the malaise you get from being cooped up in one place too long." She smirks at her own wordplay.

KL looks at Jo as if she's suddenly sprouted horns and wings. "Wha....? How did you know? Does everyone know every single little thing that goes through my head?" She looks at Anji. "Did you tell them?" Hint of annoyance about this.

Melodie looks lost. "Huh?" She looks back and forth between KL and Anji, having missed something in translation.

Anji looks innocent, and a bit startled. "I never said a word!" she squeaks. "I don't know what Jo means, really!" She looks to Jo as though expecting an explanation.

Jo blinks. "Uh.... Wha?" She looks between KL and Anji, then just adds, "Um, we were just gonna ask what happens if a Fury or a kin gives birth to a boy groo, er,... Garou..."

KL looks around, still somewhat skeptical. "Well, um... we find them a home," her voice is slow, and there's a flush on her cheeks. "The Children of Gaia take quite a few of them, the Bone Gnawers some." She frowns at the end of this, as if it's not the greatest idea ever. "Not ideal, in my opinion, but better than the other options."

Melodie breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh, that's not so bad. I thought maybe there was a ritual sex thing, so you only got the girl sperms, or maybe we could turn 'em into a girl. But I guess this is simpler." She thinks, "So I wonder if my real dad is a Garou after all, and what tribe he'd be."

Anji once again meets KL's eye, and this time she does so rather reluctantly. "It's something every Fury always has to bear in mind. Male babies happen half the time. More, actually. Something like fifty one percent. Because more male babies die young. So it's Gaia's way of keeping things even..." She realises she's burbling nervously, and dries up, still eyeing KL.

Jo glances at KL, making mental notes, but she doesn't say anything else. "Oh, yeah, I was wondering too, since when y'all were asking all that 'did a parent disappear a lot' shit, it was, yeah, my dad who was always gone. And I was like, well, dad can't've been a Fury."

Melodie continues thinking, "So, if say you have a son, and we give him to the Children of Gaia, and he has a daughter, do we get her back? Or is she a Children of Gaia forever?"

A grimace. "There are more reasons for people disappearing than just being Garou. But he could have been, I mean, we don't do some weird form of gene cleansing," KL explains. "And that doesn't stop you being a Fury, if he was of Fury descent." Her brow furrows, apparently this isn't something she's drastically certain about. She sighs. "I'm thinking about having a baby. That's why I was so...odd...when you asked."

Melodie grins up at KL. "Really, neat! I didn't know you even had a boyfriend, or, you know, did that stuff. I hope it's a girl, anyway, and a grooooo!" She elongates the last syllable into a little mini-howl of encouragement.

Anji releases a held breath when KL explains. "Yeh. And, I spoke to Mom, KL. She says she'd like to talk to you. Or if she can find time in the next month or two she might even be able to come out and visit. She's been meaning to come see me out here for a couple years, ever since I started at SCCU." She gives Melodie a look when the cub mentions boyfriends, which Mel may or may not be able to interpret.

Jo scratches at the back of her neck, still glancing between KL and Anji. She looks, in some ways, almost as uncomfortable as KL.

KL screws up her nose. "I had a boyfriend, but he had to leave, and I still miss him a lot." She shrugs. "There's a male kin around, lives over there." A wave of a hand encompassing most of Washington State. "So I can get pregnant, and then have the baby. The clock's running a bit, given the life expectancy of Ahr..." her voice trails off and she actively doesn't look at Jo...or indeed anyone, but stares at the floor.

An awkward silence is broken by Anji. "Well," she says with determined brightness, "I was suggesting some Mexican cookery, mmmhm?"

Melodie nods sympathetically, "Boyfriends seem like a lot of trouble. I don't think I wanna grow up that way." She is more interested in Anji's cooking question. "Yeah, I wanna make Enchiladas on my birthday."

Actually, the blue-tipped cub gives KL a bit of a smirk, shrugging, "Lieutenants in Vietnam," is her only odd comment.

"When's your birthday, Mel?" Anji asks, as she makes a straight line towards the kitchen door. "If I can jiggle my work shifts I can help cook! Now, you guys all going to help me, or are you going to learn garou stuff from KL and let me do it alllll myself?"

Melodie hops off the couch, and grabs the notepad by the telephone, to make a shopping list. "It's on Wednesday! I'll be fourteen." She makes that sound very grown up, as best she can. "Let's see, we need..." she rattles off a list of ingredients, writing them down, many of them showcasing her native bilingual accent. "Oh, and get me a cake, but surprise me!" She thrusts her demands at Anji, in list-form.

KL shrugs. "I guess we can all help," she says to Anji, apparently oblivious to the "too many cooks" proverb. "So I'll get to meet your mum? Scary!" She stands slowly before following Anji towards the kitchen.

"Carnivore," Jo pipes up, grinning from ear to ear.

Anji flashes KL's back one momentary look which suggests that Anji thinks KL herself is far more scary than her mom could ever be. But then it's gone as they process into the kitchen and cookery begins.

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