Time/Date :It is currently 06:51 Pacific Time on Tue Apr 1 2008.

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

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 29 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.32 and steady, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 27 degrees Fahrenheit (-2 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (30% 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.


A young man who may just be approaching his late teens, Zeke is not overly tall- topping off at about 5'10", and not overly muscled. He does look fit though, perhaps the kind of average physique that suggests an active lifestyle opposed to hours spent on the weight bench. His carriage is modest and without any aloofness about him, though he does not give the impression of being uncomfortable in his skin either.
His face is a oval rather than narrow, broad cheeked and with a wide, easy grin. A fair skinned complexion grants an even starker contrast for his jade-green eyes. The three-day stubble he wears seems to be planned rather than a show of laziness, or perhaps he just doesn't grow facial hair very well; regardless, the hair outlines over his lip and on the lowest part of his chin.
His clothes are simple and effective, and no matter what time of year it is, Zeke is found wearing long sleeve shirts and a wide variety of beanie hats- always worn down past the ears. His jeans appear well worn and loved, and his shoes are of the common Mall Shoestore variety. He's also a fond supporter of hooded sweatshirts and jackets- again, hood always up.
Also notable is that this individual is missing fingers on his left hand. The pinky finger is completely gone and the ring finger is missing down to the lowest knuckle.


Now in her early twenties, KL has lost much of the teenage stroppiness that characterised her younger self. It has been replaced by a slower burning, though still as fierce, intensity. She is still on the short side, standing perhaps 5'2" tall in her bare feet, and has a slightly built and slender frame, with a tight musculature that speaks of plentiful exercise. When she moves, she displays a compact grace, poise and balance. Even if she still occasionally slouches.
She has long, mid-brown - uncharitable people would say mousy - hair which she usually wears in a long plait that falls down between her shoulder-blades, secured at the top and the bottom with wide black leather bands. She's really quite attractive, perhaps not a pin-up, but far from ugly, with a cute upturned nose and wide expressive hazelnut eyes. There's something off-putting about her, though - she has an aggressive posture, a tendency to glare at people - particularly people she doesn't know, and an air of barely-restrained violence.
She has pale skin decorated in two places - on her left upper arm is a largish tattoo of something that looks a little like a bear, with its jaws spread wide and slaver falling in droplets. It has the words "No Mercy" written with gusto beneath it. On her right shoulder-blade, if visible, is a second tattoo, two-inch-square, of a winged horse.
Unless obscured by clothing, visible across her throat is a fairly horrendous scar, an angry stripe running from the bottom right corner until it terminates just below her jawline on the left side. More likely to be obscured is the scar in the small of her back, faded and older, but just as horrible.
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.
Around her neck hangs a pendant, an oval disk made of some kind of bone. It looks like it's been decorated with carved designs, which are somewhat hard to make out on casual inspection. The pendant is hung on a leather thong.

It's early morning, and Zeke is just now getting back to the house. He's carrying a bottle of vodka in his hand, but at this point it is only half full, and it appears to be mixed with orange juice. There is a very clear stupor to his step, and a dazed and dreamy look to his face as he fusses with getting into the house.

Ever the early-riser, KL is taking the opportunity of some quiet time to - and this may come as something of a shock - read a book. OK, it's yet another baby book - "Your Pregnancy Bible: The Experts' Guide to the Nine Months of Pregnancy and the First Weeks of Parenthood." As Zeke enters, she looks up, and there's just the hint of irritation in the momentary tightening around her eyes, before it's replaced by an expression of concern. "Zeke?" she asks. "Are you OK?" She sets the book down on the floor next to her chair.

Zeke looks over to her with a wide stupid grin. He then stumbles toward her and gives a laugh, "We are gonna have a baaaby KL! You got a bun in the oven. You could name it Cinnamon!" Her looks to the bottle and then grins widely and takes another slug. "Orange juicsh is good for breakfast."

KL looks at him, her brow furrowing with worry. "Have you been hit on the head?" she asks. "Or..." That look of worry turns into one of concentration. "Alcohol. You're drunk?" Her eyebrows rise in surprise. "I didn't think you *could* get drunk. Is the room spinning yet?"

Zeke looks from KL to the room and back, eyes going wide. "Yesh!" He runs to the wall then, bottle of booze in one arm and hands spreading out. "Help me hold it still! Help me KL!"

The Ahroun bites back a laugh, and stands up. "OK, that always means it's bed time," she explains. She walks up behind the wall-hugging metis, and attempts to deftly remove the bottle from his hand. "You can have some more after you've had a sleep," she says, by way of explanation. "If you feel like it."

Zeke seems to be very protective of that bottle, and he back pedals and tucks it toward chest. "No you can't. It's mine, I have to protect it. It's special." He licks his lips and then stares at the Ahroun in what might be a little bit unnerving. "Smile KL. You're pretty when you smile."

"I'm pretty all the time," KL says, though she can't help but smile, slightly indulgently at him. "OK, you can keep the bottle. Though you really should go to bed - it'll help with the spinning. And I can bring you a glass of water and a bucket."

Zeke shakes his head, "I'm not so bad. I just hey! My head is not thinking now! KL!" He turns to wrap his arms about her and lean in to hug her, "I'm not thinking, and not thinking is nice. See. I am not scowling and growling at you. This is nice, yes?"

"It's very nice, Zeke, and I wish we could do it all the time," KL says, understandingly, as she returns his hug. "But alcohol is never the answer to any problem. It's a good servant - to celebrate things - but a bad master. And when you use it to stop thinking, that's not so good either."

"I have always been thinking, thinking this and that, and no, stopping thinking is /good/ for me KL." The dizzy metis remains locked into the embrace with the woman. "I only ever think badly of things." Zeke lets out a somewhat content sigh as he holds onto her.

"Well, provided it doesn't become a habit," KL allows. There's a pause, as she tries to work out quite what to do with the situation. "So, what do you want to do now?" she asks, leaning back slightly to look at him. "Tired? Bed?"

Zeke grins bashfully as the question is asked, and then quick as a bunny, he pulls back from the hug just long enough to lean forward in what definitely appears to be a kiss aimed at his elders lips.

KL, locked in an embrace with Zeke, looks astounded as the metis leans down to kiss her on the lips. She sort of half-turns away, but she's caught totally off guard. "Oh," she observes, dryly. She holds the Philodox away from her, holding her arms out straight. "Zeke, not a good idea. Flattering, but a bad idea."

Zeke looks at her with a big pout and a huff of breath, "And they say I'm the one that doesn't know how to have fun. Fiiiiine." He says the last word over dramatically, like one might hear it said on a teen-sitcom. "I'll go see Mei."

It's at this point that someone arrives at the front door and knocks, three raps, one after another.

"I know how to have fun," KL says, with a little grin. "But the..." she freezes in place as the door goes. "Expecting anyone?" she asks Zeke, releasing him and heading cautiously towards the door, cracking it open and peering around the edge.

Zeke shakes his head furiously, "Not expecting anyone nope nope nope." He moves to follow after KL, much the puppy after the big bulldog. "Who is here?"

It's just Sera, in her hat and glasses, standing on the other side of the door. She lifts a hand and offers up a smile as the door cracks open and someone peers out.

"Oh, hi Sera," KL greets, opening the door to welcome the Strider metis in. "Come in, though I should warn you that Zeke is behaving a little unusually. He's been drinking. Which is strange, because I didn't think he *could* get drunk." She looks over her shoulder, an expression of affection mixed with amused exasperation on her face.

Zeke looks up at the other as Sera arrives. "Buddy!" He turns to give her some of that same affection he'd just been showering KL with. He wiggles his bottle, "Still got shome. I'm protecting it from the evil elder. Shhh!"

Sera squeaks, as she gets hugged, clearly not expecting this behavior from Zeke. Her mouth drops open for a moment, although her expression if hard to read past the dark glasses on her face. "Zeke, how much did you drink? I warned you that drinking to much will make you sick."

KL raises an eyebrow. "You were involved in this?" she says, without much anger. "And that's always the kind of thing that people want to find out for themselves. Often, repeatedly." She sits herself back in her seat, watching the embrace with amused eyes.

"m not sick! I feel grrrrrreat! Ooooh I can be Tony the Tiger now." Zeke gives the good old fashioned arm swing that the famous Kelloggs tiger was known for. "Not sick. Not thinking, and that's niiiiceeeeh." He remains clinging to Sera now, "She taughted me how to do it. She's nice."

Sera gets this disgruntled look on her face, even if she makes to move to get away from the other Metis. "I'm still teaching you," she says. "I still need to make certain you can make all the right Glyphs from memory, on your own. Not to mention the chants." She turns her head to look over at the Fury Elder.

"Oh!" KL says, grinning. "So there *is* a point to this, beyond getting Zeke drunk." She doesn't seem annoyed about it at all, indeed, there's a sort of continuing level of indulgent amusement about the whole thing. "And yes, Zeke, she's very nice, but you should let her go now, as she can stand up by herself, even if you can't."

Zeke looks back to KL defiantly. "I can stand up!" He proves it too, standing up tall and with his chin jutted out. And he sways. "I can do them Sera, I listened good and I remember stuff."

Sera would roll her eyes, if she was capable of such a gesture. Instead, she covers her glasses with one hand and lightly shakes her head. "There is more to it then just remembering stuff, you have to be able to actually do it," she huffs, then turns her head to look at KL. "All he did was mope, the last time he drank the stuff. I didn't expect him to turn in to a 'happy drunk'."

"No, it's quite a pleasant surprise really," The Fury Ahroun says. "I entirely approve." She traces a thoughtful hand across the scar on her neck, almost as if checking it's still there. "You have to be careful, though, Zeke. Alcohol makes you tell your true name. Treacherous stuff."

"True name?" The metis looks at her curiously and shakes his head, "Ezekiel Hess. I picked the last name myself though, 'cause I have no father. And my mother said I could not have hers. There, that is the truth." Zeke nods and then finally moves to sit down, right there in the middle of the floor.

Sera turns her head to look down at the other Metis, hat casting a shadow over her face. "I suppose I shouldn't let him practice on weed."

"I don't know," KL says, easily, "maybe the substances are as educational as the lesson." She looks down at him, sitting on the floor. "I know your name, Zeke. I meant it makes you tell your darkest secrets."

Zeke looks down at his lap, and puts the bottle between his legs as he shifts to sitting indian style. "I didn't give out any secrets. I'm not dumb."

Sera tilts her head to one side, as she considers the other Metis on the floor. "What do you look like in your birth form?" She asks Zeke. "You know that I am going to make you practice carving the Glyphs in that form."

KL smiles at Zeke's response, then looks worriedly at Sera. "If he's this drunk out of breed form, is he going to just collapse badly when he shifts?" She seems genuinely worried about the possibility.

Zeke looks down at his hands and tips his head side to side a few times. "I look like a bad guy." He grins at this, and holds up fake finger claws as he gives out a rather unfrightening, "Rarr!"

Sera's bushy eyebrows lift, as she turns her head to look up at KL. "More body mass in Crinos. I wouldn't recommend shifting in to lupus, which is smaller."

"Ah, interesting," KL says, with a little nod. She leans back on her seat, watching the philodox, with that indulgent smile on her face again. "Terrifying, Zeke. Absolutely terrifying."

Zeke nods his head and then leans back. "I have a nice tail though. It's nice and full. It's the best tail in the sept." He grins at himself and then his eyes close briefly, perhaps a sign of forthcoming sleep.

Sera gives her head a light shake and offers up a smile, as she reaches down to claim Zeke's vodka bottle.

KL waits for the results of Sera's theft attempt, her arms folding across her chest, her head cocked on one side, lips pursed, still giving off an air of amusement.

This time, the bottle comes up, now down to a quarter of it left. Zeke doesn't fight for it too much anymore, instead turning to roll onto one side and curl up against one of the chairs. "Reeeally nice tail. Envy of all the land," he mutters as eyes close more heavily and he starts to doze.

Sera lifts up the bottle, inspecting what is left in it. "You're going to want to get him some water, and a bucket. Give him a little time, and he'll probably start puking his guts out."

"Yeah," KL agrees. "I've been where he is. I know the drill." She stands up, and moves towards the dozing Metis. "Hey Zeke," she says, crouching down by him, voice soft. "It's bed time for sleepy philodoxes."

Zeke lets out a soft murmur of complaint, "Comfy now, go'way." His short-fingered hand comes up to tug his beanie hat down lower, holding onto it almost like one would hold a blanket overhead.

Sera sniffs at the top of the open bottle in her hand, then takes a drink. Stepping back, she lets the Fury Elder deal with her Tribesmate.

KL puts her arms around the Metis, passing beneath his own hands, and starts to lift him. "Come on, sleep time is upstairs," she says, slightly sing-song.

It takes a little bit of effort, but the metis is pulled up and still just awake enough to make the trip upstairs without forcing KL to physically carry him. He gets tucked into bed and lets out a giant heave as sleep comes suddenly and without chance to stop it.

Sera leans against the couch and drinks, easily polishing off the Vodka as she watches the scene play out with an amused smile on her face.

After seeing him safely to his room, KL fetches a bucket and puts it on the floor by his bed, and then finally grabs a large glass of water, and leaves that on his bedside table. Having done that, and made certain that the metis is under the covers, and not on top of them, and not about to choke to death, she makes to leave his room.

Feeling reasonably good after polishing off the last of the Vodka, Sera's head is tilted back and she seems to be studying the ceiling when KL returns.

KL comes back downstairs, shaking her head. "OK, well that was unexpected," she says, to the Strider. "What *are* you teaching him? And I should warn you that if, while I've been putting him to bed, you've got drunk and you try and kiss me, I'm going to be markedly unimpressed."

Sera's attention moves from the ceiling, to the Fury Elder. "I'm not drunk," she says a little defensively. "It takes more then that to make me drunk." There is a brief pause, as she becomes very focused on the other woman for a moment. "He tried to kiss you?"

The Fury gives a shrug. "Either that, or he flopped in an odd way, who can tell?" she says, carelessly, as she drops back down into the seat. "Zeke is an adult, and he can make his own choices," she says, getting more serious, "but I am interested in how he managed to get drunk."

Sera removes her glasses and rubs at her overly large, round avian eyes. That nictating membrane of hers flashes across her eyes a few times, as she turns her head to track the Fury's progress. "Rite of Spirit Awakening."

"Ah!" KL says, with a nod. "That explains how he got drunk. Awakened alcohol isn't flushed like normal alcohol, right?" She looks to the Strider for confirmation. "It sounds excellent, though I would slightly prefer it if he didn't come home quite so intoxicated from future lessons?"

Sera shakes her head. "It just awakens the spirit within the alcohol. It makes it so it can affect Metis, or any normal Garou out of breed form. It makes it as if Zeke and I were human born, drinking Vodka. And he wasn't that drunk yesterday, but I let him take a bottle home with him."

The Fury Elder nods. "Seems fair enough," she says. "Just something I need to keep an eye on. Still, I suppose there are limits to how much can be awakened at once, so I needn't fear Zeke becoming a drunkard *very* quickly." She peers at Sera. "How's it going, otherwise? Oh, by the way, Fostern now."

Sera nods. "There are limits and the spirits do tend to go back to sleep, given a little time." The Strider smiles, golden eyes remaining emotionless as always. "Congratulations. I had noticed the new scar. I hope that the baby as well? There has been no bleeding, or pain?"

"I was worried for a time, but Nadine - she's a midwife, and she has lots of experience with Garou and babies - says I was lucky, and both of us are going to be fine," KL replies, with a pat on her stomach. "Except that I still don't seem to be able to swallow solids properly, well, not without chewing lots." She shrugs. "Soup's great."

Sera tilts her head to once side, as she obviously inspects the scar on the Fury's neck. "That may have more to do with the damage to your throat. I can't have children," the Metis says, stating the obvious, "but mother had quite a few."

"Oh yes, it's definitely to do with this, rather than the belly wound," KL says, with a nod. "Nadine's our kin, and she lives just down the road, so it's kind of convenient to have her look after me - unless you're offended. Do I owe you anything, by the way?"

Sera shakes her head. "No, I am not offended," she says quietly. "I don't think there is anything you could teach me in return?"

"I don't know," KL says. "I don't think so, unless you want to learn any of the gifts I know," she smiles. "Most of those are very hitting things to death, though. What about other things - money, assistance, the blood of every Fury in the Sept?"

Sera smiles vaguely, nictating membrane flashes across her eyes once again. "Money is always welcome."

KL considers this, and then nods. "Sure. How much do you want?" she asks. "We're not the wealthiest tribe in the Sept, but there's a little spare cash around, even with the renovations." She grins, though there's a slight air of unhappiness about it.

Sera cocks her head to one side. "I don't like asking for more then what can be given. Five hundred?" She ventures. "You don't like the renovations?"

"I... still have problems with money," KL said. "Not really with having it, but with the way it corrupts and extends its fingers into my life." She stands up, and walks into the semi-building site that used to be the office, returning with a roll of bills. She hands them over. "Five hundred," she says.

Sera accepts the money with a smile, shoving it in to a pocket. "I only get money this way. I mostly use it buy food, and keep by van running. You don't seem to suffer from a lack of it," the metis notes. "I'll go now. Do let me know if you need anything else."

"Thank you, Sera," KL says, standing to let the Metis out. "And we have our moments financially. It's been better since Alexander came." She smiles at the Strider. "Um. I mean, since he arrived in St. Claire, not since..." her cheeks flush.

That nictating membrane flashes across Sera's eyes, before she replaces her glasses. The remark clearly goes right over the Metis' head, as she gives the Fury a slightly puzzled look. "That's a male's name. Must be kinfolk. It is nice to have Kinfolk around. Gaia watch." And with that, she exits the house.

"Gaia watch," KL says, bidding the Strider goodbye. And going back to her baby book. Obsessed, much?

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