[Annie Taylor] (Not it!)
[Nate Cross] Nate had put the word out that he wanted to gather Rat’s Brood together. It had taken awhile but eventually words trickled to the right ears. It was easy to find Annie seeing they shared the same room from time to time at the Brotherhood… likewise Indira who was in the room next door. Hopefully if there were others of his tribe in town word would get to them and they’d make their way here.
Where was here exactly. Currently he had taken up temporary residence in an abandoned building. A metal drum had been located and rolled into place, currently acting as a fire pit. The fire providing a warmth to combat the cold frosted winds currently traversing the streets of Chicago. Several bags of food had been provided, apparently Jenny had helped him out.
When he felt everyone had shown up, he offered a smile and a greeting. Waiting till they were settled and ready before talking about what he had gathered them for “Hey all.. thanks for making the trip. Hope it’s not too cold .. did my best to get some warmth in here.”
“Some of you know me.. but I think there’s a new face here.” he looks over in Marni’s direction “Hey I’m Nate otherwise known as Word on the Street. This is Indira known as Going Down and this is Annie but also goes by Hard Knocks. What name do you go by ?” pausing as he waits for Marni’s response.
[Indira] When Indira shows up, she brings snacks. The Ahroun is a tall, wiry woman, dark of skin and eyes, her hair dyed a vibrant pink. Piercings glitter on her face and ears. Currently she’s clothed in a pair of dark cargo pants and several shirts, over which she’s thrown a black hoodie with a band logo on it.
The Bone Gnawer appears to have found some steady work for the time being, somehow or other. Indira sets down a bag of samosas, still quite warm, and several cartons of takeout: a lamb curry, one with potatoes, and another that’s mostly noodles and vegetables and some sort of spicy sauce. Then she grins and gives the other a wave. “Take whatever,” she offers, sweeping a hand toward the food.
Then, grabbing a few of the samosas, she takes up a spot near the fire, stuffing one nearly whole into her mouth. “Nice ta meet you, Annie. I know I seen you aroun’ the Brotherhood,” she says, before she nods to the new arrival and waits for the introduction.
[Marni] Marni hears the info around the ‘chain, and decided to check it out. After all, she’d howled her arrival and was hoping to hear something soon. Soon comes in the way of a meetup – perfect! So she arrives, and dude, Indira brings samosas, and take out, and… “Now THATS some chow!” Color Marni happy!
Oh, and they’re waiting for her to talk. She grins at them, and tips an imaginary top hat, and drops into a jester’s bow. “Nice to meet you folks. I am Marni Geller, or Sticky Fingers, and ya prooooooooobably don’t wanna know why they call me that. Cliath Ragabash.” Like the last isn’t perfectly obvious.
Marni’s cute. There’s no doubt about it. On the shortish side, at 5’5″ if she stretches a little bit, and curvy in all the right places. Curly hair, sparkling eyes, and that smile, that never seems to go away. She’s clean-ish today too, having had a shower and laundry day yesterday at the Brotherhood. Which is good, considering the state she was in when she arrived for said day.
[Annie Taylor] Annie, too, comes with snacks – in the form of five Little Ceasar’s hot and ready pizzas, which get set down with all the other food. She’s smiles and overbearing Rage that make what are perfectly normal expressions of friendliness and amusement seem like barings of teeth and threats to the average human, but are nothing to the people here. She’s also scarred, ugly in the way that draws eyes; it’s not the kind of ugly one can ignore. She’s also short at only five foot tall, and where Marni is curved in all the right places, Annie is skinny (wiry) and straight as a board with no welcoming softness. Even her bright brown eyes are steel and brick.
“Nice to meet you both, too. Cliath Ahroun,” she adds as she snakes something out of one of the many containers – finger food is awesome.
She’s rumpled and . . . also clean-ish, but she’d been in Bobbi-Jo last night as opposed to at the Brotherhood, so that’s about as far as it goes.
[Indira] “Oh, fuckin’ score,” Indira says, when she sees the pizzas arriving. The takeout boxes are opened, she adds two slices of pizza to the growing amount of food she’s holding in her hands and devouring, and then she looks attentively back at Nate.
For an Ahroun in particular, Indira seems happy and well-adjusted. She smiles often, and most of her Rage seems contained, released instead in the form of boundless energy and enthusiasm. Her movements are quick and jerky and erratic, coming in short bursts as she stomps around the room in steel toed boots.
“Seems like none a us have been in town all that long,” she tells the other two. “Guess we’ll jus’ have ta try extra hard an’ represent an’ all that.”
[Marni] She doesn’t waste anymore time, and starts loading up. “Sorry I ain’t got nothin to add to the snack pile – pickin’s were slim today. I’ll do better next time.”
She settles down with a slice of pizza, and a samosa, and chows down. “Hell, i been in town less than a week. Put in a brief appearance at the holy land, but ain’t done my sacrificin’ yet.” she looks around. Four of them. “This is seriously all that answers a pizza party call? Damn, son. Some serious representin’ to be done.”
A beat, as she shoves a bite into her lips, chews and swallows, wiping some pizza sauce off her chin. “So – what’s the dealio here… folks be droppin like fuckin’ flies from what I been told..”
[Annie Taylor] “‘s alright. I sold a little piece earlier,” Annie says, and doesn’t explain – doesn’t seem to process that what she’s said could mean anything other than what she meant. She scarfs down the dumpling-type thing she’d taken in one bite, and then grabs a piece of pizza – Nate gets a bump of her shoulder, fond, and then the girl’s pacing as she eats. And also talking with her mouth full. “Is it really just us, as far as Gnawers go? What about kin?”
Annie’s from a very large family – they were a lot more than this. Though only two Garou in the bunch, counting her, there were a lot of kin, and a Mama, and . . . well. It’s a little distressing to see this few people gathered for an eat-and-greet.
[Indira] People have been dropping like flies, Marni says, and the Ahroun coughs on a chunk of pizza and turns her face away, taking a long moment to chew, swallow, take another bite, chew and swallow again. Until her initial reaction is suppressed. But now for the first time there’s a visible flicker of the Rage that all drives them, lurking beneath the surface.
“…Yeah. ‘S fuckin’ war I suppose, but that don’t make it easy. Las’ month a friend a mine died an’ las’ week two a the people from the pack that made the Caern died. I was there. Spirals.”
And then she takes the time to finish a slice of pizza before answering Annie. “Ain’t any Kin aroun’ here that I know of. One died las’ week, same fight as the one I jus’ mentioned. An’ there’s Mickey ‘s far ‘s Garou go. Dunno why he ain’t here.”
[Marni] “Damn.” She says, and reaches across to touch Indira on the shoulder, lightly. She knows what it’s like to lose those you’re fighting beside, how it feels to realize it just wasn’t enough. There’s comfort and understanding in the touch – for all its brevity.
She lets the silence rest for a moment, though her brow arches to hear of no kin either. “Huh. Maybe they all jus’ be hidin and shit. We’ll ferret ’em out!” She tucks the name Mickey away, and nods.
Then grins and wiggles her brows. “Or jus’ make more of our own…”
[Annie Taylor] “How do we do that?” Annie is the perfect straightman, it must be said. She looks at Marni, truly inquisitive, and quite clearly the obvious hasn’t occurred to her.
[Indira] Indira exhales a slow breath when Marni pats her shoulder, and the look the Ahroun gives her is one of genuine appreciation. Traces of a sad smile flit about her features; she’s two and a half months out of her Rite of Passage, and the going since then has not been easy.
“She means fucking, Annie,” Indira says bluntly, before stuffing the last samosa into her mouth and reaching for another slice of pizza. After she’s chewed and cleared a path for speech, she adds, “Ain’t a lotta Kin in town, though. Or at least I ain’t met any. Hopefully we can fin’ some more Kin an’ Garou both, if we look. Seems fuckin’ weird that there aint’ that many a us here. In Detroit there was this huge Sept.”
[Marni] Snorts. “We’ll jus’ take other kin then. All we gotta do is get knocked up – what we squirt out is ours, right?” A beat. “Not that I’m lookin to do that myself anytime soon, but ya know what I mean.”
She does, indeed, mean fucking. “Don’t mean we can’t practice lots, so we’re damn good at it, right?”
She inhaled the first batch of food she’d gathered and goes for seconds. Slower this time, licking her fingers between each bite. Fortunately the fingers are clean. Today, anyway.
“Sept here’s small. Guess it ain’t that surprising. But still weird. Fuck, man, I’m from NYC. Th’Green’s fuckin’ huge.”
[Annie Taylor] Blink. Blink. Blush. “…..oh.” But then she stuffs her face with a bite of pizza and chews enough of it to be able to add, “I was in Detroit for a minute, a while ago. Was alright! Some decent folk around there. But I’ve been a lot of places.” The way she’s bundled, most of them have to have been south, and that’s confirmed after she swallows.
“Sept ‘f th’ Valley, California. ‘s where I was born and grew up and started out.”
[Indira] “Prob’ly wouldn’ be so small if people would quit fuckin’ dying,” Indira says, stifling any bitterness she might have with an enormous bite of pizza. “I’m too worried about findin’ some new frien’s an’ helpin’ a frien’ a mine patrol ta think much about gettin’ laid, I guess.”
She looks over at Annie, taking in the girl’s scar, trying not to stare too much. “How the hell did you end up out here? Usually people -leave- the fuckin’ Lakes, not come here.”
[Marni] “Girl, you should NEVER too busy to think bout gettin laid.”
She just shakes her head, playfully mournful. But then the convo moves on to where Annie was from, and how she came to be here.
[Annie Taylor] “Like t’ travel, I guess,” she says with a shrug. “Stop where seems like I might be needed. An’ I heard about all the dyin’ goin’ on here, so thought I’d stop for a while, see if I could help. An’ I ain’t thought about gettin’ laid in . . . a while.” Her hair’s pulled back in a messy pony tail – she can’t let it fall to hide her face when Indira turns to stare, but then, the other girl is also Ahroun. And that’s obviously not just any scar – that’s a battle scar. She fought hard for that, died for it, and came back tougher.
[Indira] Indira lets out an amused huff at Marni, folding her arms across her chest. “Well, I sorta figure after this all stops bein’ so new I’ll start thinkin’ about it again. I ain’t been a Garou that long, I’m still figurin’ all this shit out.” And dealing with deaths week after week, the collapse of the pack she’d hoped to join…so on and so forth.
“Glad you stopped, Annie. ‘S nice ta have more people here. An’…a lotta the Gnawers that were here left.”
[Marni] She looks Indira up and down, quickly and nods. “Ah, a newb to the cause, are ya?” She takes another bite of whatever’s in her hands still. “Well, if there’s anything I can help ya with, jus’ let me know.”
She winks at Annie, and then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “So what’s the pack situations round here? Still tryin’ to place folks. Already seen the high muckity muck fang, and her Tall Dark Delicious In Speedos alpha – dudes, we GOTTA crash her place and have a pool party. Jus’ sayin. Trust me on that one! They’re the Unbroken or something like that… who else we got? A lot of ’em? Couple big ones?”
[Annie Taylor] “I think it’s mostly a couplea big ones. There’s the Sentinels at the Brotherhood – that’s Nate’s pack,” she says with a jerk of her thumb at the Galliard. “An’ I’m mostly hangin’ out with th’ Bogeymen. Maybe you should come check ’em out, Indira – follow Fox.”
Then what Marni’s said about the pool brings wide eyes. “Ain’t been swimmin’ in, like, ages. An’ mostly in the ocean. Surfin’, too, but ain’t mucha that in Lake Michigan, I bet,” she says with a bit of shiver – she wouldn’t want to freeze any bits off, after all.
[Indira] “Maybe,” Indira says, with a glance sidelong at Annie. “I…I dunno. I kinda want somethin’ that’s like…gonna be my family an’ shit. An’ help the people in the city, ’cause Gaia’s messengers told me I oughta be tryin’ ta build things. An’ no offense, but I don’t see a lotta packs aroun’ here really givin’ a shit about anythin’ other than the War an’ other Garou.”
She rips a chunk off of the remaining pizza crust, chomping away while they talk about swimming. “I ain’t ever been.”
[Marni] She grins at Annie “Dude, the pool? is fucking HUGE. I wanted to dive right in and take a bath. It’s AMAZING. We’re totally gonna crash that party one of these days.”
She arches a brow at what Indira says about the packs. “Really? how so?”
[Annie Taylor] “‘s how I feel about it too,” she tells Indira with a shrug. “An’ ‘s worth testin’ the waters, yeah?” Yes, she is a Valley girl – almost stereotypically so. Every other sentence comes out like a question, and amongst her dropping the Gs on -ing and anything that doesn’t strictly need to be spoken, she peppers her words with ‘like’, and ‘um’. The only reason she isn’t popping gum is because she’s eating other food.
And then, there’s the bit about most of the packs not seeming to care about anything but fighting and war, and Annie nods. “Like . . . they fight shit, which yeah, we’re supposed to do. I like fightin’ shit. But, like, not just t’ fight, ya know? There’s gotta be a reason, ‘r we’re just monsters. An’ . . . that’s way too easy for me without fallin’ inta a pack like that.”
[Indira] Indira shrugs, frowning. “I…I guess I can’t really tell you ’bout anythin’ specific, ‘s jus’ a sorta feel I’ve gotten from ’em.” Unfortunate indeed – Indira seems the sort to rely on her gut feelings rather than actual evidence, most of the time.
The Ahroun considers for a moment, and then nods toward Annie. “Yeah, like…like what she said. I guess I’ve jus’ seen a lotta people fightin’ an’ ready ta hunt the Wyrm, but really all they’re doin’ is tearin’ shit down. An’ my brother, he tried ta tell me that I oughta do more than that an’ stuff when I lef’ Detroit. That’s what I gave Maelstrom. I think bein’ here is…a lot more than goin’ after Glory, y’know? Even if it means the Nation don’t care about what you do.”
[Marni] She listens, and watches them as they speak, and then that grin reappears. “Trust us rat’s to have a good head on our shoulders, huh? I just what I seen, if they’re getting attacked so often, and they’re killing us all off as they all are… it stands to reason that it’s time for some different tactics.”
Her eyes sparkle, clearly anticipating doing some sneaky recon and figuring out what’s going on.
[Nate Cross] Nate has been listening all this time, taking in all the gossip the females talked about. What they thought of the state of the city, the different packs. It was all worth making a note of.
When they talked about making more Gnawers, the male in the group trying to hide the blush and almost going quieter as a result.
“I suppose your all right in one way or the other. But at the end of the day, there are horrors on the streets that need to be taken care of. I guess it comes down to your approach though and whether your prepared to deal with the consequences. That’s sorta why I’m with Bear… slow to act, but protective. I kinda see them as a family more than anythin else.” he shrugs.
[Annie Taylor] “Tactics are a good thing. Like, havin’ a plan an’ shit. I ain’t good at, like, comin’ up with ’em? But I’m good at followin’ ’em. An’ yeah, there are horrors in the street. I dig that. But we’re already some of ’em without only carin’ about th’ next fight. Because the shit we fight? I’m, like, willin’ ta bet it ain’t the point. ‘s a distraction, or meant ta wear us down, or somethin’. An’ the shit I heard, just since I came here, we ain’t gonna make it if something big comes. We’re too busy worryin’ about who’s fuckin’ what kin an’ shit.”
[Marni] She leans back, and studies Nate a moment, two, and then that little grin appears again. “Slow to act, but protective. So…….. what is it you protect? Each other? The Sept? Territory?”
Questions, always questions.
[Indira] “I ain’t too good at tactics either. But maybe I’ll try ta learn, someday. There’s jus’ so -much- ta learn, y’know?” Indira shrugs, glancing over at Nate when he talks a little more about the Sentinels. She doesn’t know so much about them, really. She knows that Charlie was one.
Poor Charlie.
And she knows that Joey, that girl that she got into a snowball fight with, also is one. But she doesn’t know much about what anyone -stands- for. To Annie, she just gives a firm nod.
[Nate Cross] “Well Annie, I guess that’s where we come in you know…. I know the other tribes don’t see us as being much. But we are the ones down on the street. Seeing the effect this war is having on people, those that are powerless to act. Sorta the reason I asked you all here tonight actually.”
In response to Marni’s question “Well each other, the area around the Brotherhood and keep up spirit wards and stuff.. but we just do that as our duty you know. We don’t claim it as our territory.”
“But onto the reason… I’ve actually heard that there’s no one representing us as a tribe to the others. You know like a unified presence to the leaders of the other Tribes. There was a guy named Doodle, but he aint around anymore. So I was kinda going to put my hand up for that if no one had any objections.. or if someone else wanted too, I would be up for that as well. I don’t know I just think there needs to be a voice for the little people.” he shrugs and goes quiet as we waits for their thoughts.
[Indira] Indira nods toward Nate, seeming to give full consideration when he offers to put himself forward as the Bone Gnawer representative. She looks toward the other two, who she has only just met this night, and then back to Nate, who she has fought beside and flung snowballs with. “I ain’t got a problem with that,” she tells him. “I ain’t really experienced enough ta try an’ go for it myself, I don’ think.”
[Marni] She holds up a hand… “Wait. So you protect, and patrol, and that’s your duty, yet you claim no territory at all. Nothing to keep as your own, carve out and make better, clean up and make the Enemy know that Gaian’s are here and ready to kick ass?”
She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then continues. “Is this the way packs are here? Willy nilly, fly by night, chased by the wind and dancing around footloose and fancy free?” A beat, and then. “Huh. So why pack at all then…?”
Then, as to Nate’s claim to eldership. “And what would your voice for us ‘little people’ say?”
[Annie Taylor] “‘s got good questions, on all fronts. Don’t make much sense ta me neither.” So says Annie, and then she’s listening.
[Nate Cross] He shrugs “I’m just new to the pack.. so I don’t have many of the answers you are asking for. I guess why claim a reward for what we are.. for our duty. I guess one pack can also do so much you know. I guess the better answer I can give you is that maybe I’ll go away and ask my pack for the answers. Rather than spinning you bullshit that may or may not be the case.”
“Might mean I’ve got a tale to tell you at the next one of these meet and greets.”
“As for the other packs , can’t really comment on those. But I think each one has it’s own motivations and ways of getting things done.”
“To your last question, I guess my voice would just say that what ever they plan to you know just think through the consequences. Like “oh that mother is a fomor”.. “we better kill it.”…. well what happens to that womans daughter.. is she just left to fend for herself on the streets. I’d like to think our tribe is the Voice.. the Conscience of the City. Before they go to war.. have they thought about what is going to happen after.”
[Indira] “Hell yeah. I like the soun’ a that,” Indira says, going for another slice of pizza and grinning broadly at Nate’s last words, stated in a much more eloquent manner than she could put them. “I think that’s what we oughta be doin’ here.”
[Marni] She arches a brow slightly, then accepts the first. It’s smart for someone who doesn’t know the answers to simply say that, rather than spin a load of bullshit and later be proved to be a dumbass.
She listens, and then. “And with all these folks fighting and dying, how much plannin do you think they’re doin? They got packs, but do they fight t’gether as one – after all, they ain’t got a territory to defend…? They jump into the frey – as well we should, fight wherever the wyrm dwells and all that – but there’s no actual plannin, right? So how can they think of what comes after, if they ain’t even thinkin of anything other than right now? And how would your voice change that – specifically for us?”
Question, question, question lil raggie…
[Annie Taylor] “I like her.” That’s with a jerk of her thumb at Marni, and then, “What I seen, like, people mostly don’t think. Like, at all. Not just about th’ future, ‘r th’ past, but they don’t think ’bout now, either. They go in with teeth an’ claws ready – like we all should, like you say – but that’s it. I? Ain’t the smartest. But I know enough ta think about consequencesa what shit goes down, ya know?”
[Nate Cross] “Well I aint sure about the other packs.. they may indeed claim territory that I just don’t know about yet. Maybe that’s somethin we could all keep our ears to the ground about. What’s happening in the city, what are the areas protected.. what ones aren’t.”
“As for them fighting as one.. can’t say, but it seems at the moment they aren’t. All sorta concerned with their own politics.”
“Well I guess you gotta start somewhere right… no poiint complaining if you ain’t prepared to step up and offer something different.”
[Indira] Marni is confusing Indira. She’s following the words that are coming out of the Ragabash’s mouth, but it’s taking her a while to process them. And she is less than envious of poor Nate, who is left to answer these difficult questions. She furrows her brow, glancing sympathetically at the Galliard.
“Maybe you gotta…force ’em ta plan things out. Make ’em start thinkin’ about that stuff, I guess.”
[Marni] “So – you don’t know about your own pack, or the other packs, or what they think or do other than the fighting, that’s killing us off faster than we can procreate – other than they’re concerned with their politics.”
She nods, thoughtfully. “Right. You gotta start somewhere.” She nods, and then tips her head, slightly. “So are you prepared to step up and offer something different? When your pack holds no territory to be respected, nothing but a few patrols around a building? After all, who cares about what happens to the little girl who’s mother is a fomore. She ain’t on your territory, right? Minimal cleanup needed – it’s officially Someone Else’s Problem. And what about the -how- it happened to the mother to begin with? Who’s checking that out? And why is Chicago consistently attacked? What are they planning, and why is no one looking into it?”
She leans in again, and takes another slice of pizza, and a bite. “Convince me you can make them listen, convince me that you’ll make our voice count for something and then you can be our voice. But if no one in Chicago has anything to say other than dealing with their own little problems, nothing to step up and offer something different, then why do we need a voice at all? For Maelstrom is doomed to fall.”
[Nate Cross] Nate just listens to the bombardment of constant questions “Well I guess the answer to that is all but a simple one. How would you do it differently.. what makes you better to represent us beyond asking questions. You who is new to this city… has no pack of ..that at least I am aware of. You criticize me.. yet you offer nothing yourself.”
He then adds “Perhaps we don’t care about Territory because some us see the whole world as our territory. Why draw lines… why not just dig the fuck in and help out whereever you can .. regardless.” there is irritation now creeping into his voice. He may not be an Ahroun but Galliards are still known for their rage.
“You ask why is no one looking into it… my answer is.. maybe they are, but because we don’t have a voice and a set of ears at the table, We aren’t hearing about it.” he shrugs a little. “As I said I don’t have all the answers.. I don’t think any of us here present do. But I think I can at least start finding out these things.”
As for Indira’s statement “Well I don’t think forcing is the way to go. The other tribes barely take notice of us anyway. But we can try… and at least be there to clean up after their mess. Someone has to do it right?”
Switching back to Marni “You say Maelstrom is doomed to fail? Perhaps that’s why someone who sees a little hope at the end of the tunnel. Someone who want wash their hands of it all.. and say it’s all too fucking hard. Someone to do the hard work.. because that’s what the job would be.. hard fucking work.”
[Indira] Indira scratches the back of her head, listening to the anger creeping into Nate’s voice. “Well, somebody’s gotta ask the questions jus’ so they’re out there, even if there ain’t an answer, right? So we know what to work on.” The Ahroun nods definitively, trying to follow the rest of the conversation. Too many words, though. Her attention is drifting, and she’s getting a little impatient.
“I’ll…do whatever you guys think has ta be done.”
[Marni] Ah. There it is.
She listens, and that glitter returns to her eyes, and the smile tugs at her lips, and she tips her curly head and listens, and studies him. “I offered you everything of me, Word on the Street[i]-yuf. I am a no-moon, and it is my duty to test and question and ask the things that no one wants to think about, see the things no one wants to see, or that they simply haven’t seen. You asked to represent us. I simply make sure you’re worthy to do so.”
She shrugs, and chuckles. “I’m new. You’re right. I’ve met maybe… 7? Of the Garou here – I’ve been here for a whole week. I have no answers – yet. Doesn’t mean I’m not seeking them though – in questioning those who have been here longer. I seek them as easily as I fire questions at you.” She finishes off her last piece of pizza, and dusts off her hands with a chuckle. “You’ll do.”
[Marni] (bah, coding fail! *L*)
[Annie Taylor] “Oh, she didn’t say it was too hard, that we should give up. Or even that you weren’t fit to be our voice. She just wants to know why you think you should, other than bein’, like, a Galliard. I think? Anyway, I ain’t seen it done like this anywhere else before, is all I got ta say about that. There’s a reason there’s rules about respectin’ territory an’ shit – they’re old, yeah, but even the fuckin’ humans have territory. Th’ fuck are we without ours?”
That’s after anger, before Marni’s smiling, which . . . well, Annie’s not patient. She was coming near a spot where she was wondering the point herself, but as she wasn’t the one under fire, she wasn’t getting angry. She was just moving, bouncing as if there was something to get away from, or maybe just something that could be staved off a bit if she kept moving.
“Anyway, I agree. I think you’re good a voice as any, and better than some.”
[Nate Cross] Nate eventually calms and breaths and the rage eventually fades back into his body “Heh well I’m glad you think so.. all of you.. and really Marni, don’t stop asking those questions.. Even if I do get my ire up. Because at the end of the day we are Gnawers and we do shit differently than most.”
“So at the end of the day while I may be the voice.. I’m really only the mouth piece for you guys. Send me your questions and concerns and I will do my best to seek out the answers if I’m unable to provide them myself.”
“I just felt we had a right to fair representation as the next tribe. So at least wanted to get the discussion happening. But if your all happy with me being “IT” then that’s cool and I hope I won’t let you guys down. If I do drop the ball, I expect you guys to tell me.. or hell even step up and replace me .” he nods simply.
[Marni] She snorts, and laughs again. “Oh trust me, last thing I’m gonna do is stop asking questions. And you can be sure I’ll point out when ya drop the ball, just as easily as when you hit nuthin’ but net.”
[Indira] “I think you’ll do a good job, Nate,” Indira says, giving the Galliard another wide smile. One that implies total confidence and trust – for Indira, it seems easily given. “Let me know if you need any help or anything. ‘Cause I don’ think I’m real cut out for representin’ us ta anybody, but I don’ want you ta have ta do it alone, y’know?”
[Nate Cross] ” Well that’s good to know Marni. but I hate to say I sorta suck at sports. So maybe another metaphor would be better.” he grins almost cheekily now.
“Well thanks for the offer Indira, I’ll be sure taking you up on it. I’m sure I’ll be needing help from you all in all sorts of things. Maybe we can set an example of how to get things done and maybe the others will follow suite.”
“Hmm good points Annie and I’ll take all that on board. Maybe sometime we can talk about how you seen it done elsewhere. As really this is my first one of these… first time I’ve been settled in one place..” sighs a lttle softly and then adds quietly “it’s good to be home.”
“Thanks for your faith Annie… all of you.. . Now I think that the serious stuff is over.. lets say we get stuck into this food.. waste not , want not and all that.”
[Nate Cross] (( just a warning guys.. I’m probably heading out home very shortly.. So want to try adn wrap this up ))
[Annie Taylor] “Ain’t gonna be any waste even if we don’t finish it,” she says, though that’s an unlikelihood at best. “‘s always someone who needs something ta eat, an’ we’re pretty flush with food right now. An’ you’re welcome. Ain’t just sayin it cos ya let me sleep in your room sometimes, neither.”
That’s with a grin and a wink, and she doesn’t need to be invited twice to dig in.
[Indira] Indira, verging on full, gives a considering glance at some of the remaining food. “What we don’ eat I’ll jus’ give ta somebody on the way home.” That doesn’t stop her from reaching for a couple more samosas, though.
“Thanks for callin’ the meeting, Nate. It’s been nice ta meet all a you. I hope I see you aroun’ some more.”
[Marni] She laughs. It’s something she does easily, it seems, as easily as she smiles that knowing little grin. As easily as she does a lot of other things too – but that’s neither here nor there.
“Looks like it’s about time for me to find a place to hover down for the night. Ya’ll wanna get ahold of me – just send word through the ‘chain. I’ll be around.”
She snitches a bit of food for the road, and then turns to go.
[Nate Cross] He just chuckles and shakes his head at Annie and gives her a wink back.
“Well that’s good to know …. Hey thanks for turning up Indira. Yeah lets all try to keep in touch with each other. So few of us, better to hand together.”
And then he calls after Marni “Hey if you ever want a warm bed.. room 7 of the Brotherhood.. it’s where I and sometimes Annie are. If you find a bed free, feel free to help yourself. If not I’m sure one of us can shift over and make room for one more.. You cool with that Annie?”
“Nice meeting you though Marnie ” he smiles
[Marni] She just waves and chuckles. “Nah. I don’t need any of that – any ole corner in an alley is just fine by me. Thanks though!’
And with that, she turns the corner, and disappears into the streets she’s quickly making her home.
[Indira] Indira grins, giving Marni a wave as the Ragabash makes her way out, and then turns back to Nate and Annie. “I’ll head back ta the Brotherhood with you guys.” And she thinks for a moment, before asking, “Either of you like ta play sports or anything? I been looking for people ta go out an’ do things with when I get bored.”
[Nate Cross] He just nods at Marni and watches her leave “fair enough”
“Sounds like a plan Indira.. and nah no real sports here. Though I wouldn’t mind trying something, something that will help me throw a better snow ball at Joey. I’ve got some payback to get ” he grins, as he begins to pack their left over food.
“Getting cold now.. lets head back to somewhere warm.”
(( last post from me.. need to get going ))
[Annie Taylor] “I’m a wrestler,” Annie says around a mouthful of samosa. “Did some other stuff, too, but mostly? Rolling around all sweaty on a mat. Can try my hand at some other stuff too, though! I like sports. An’ good plan, Nate. We all good?”
[Indira] Indira nods. And back to the Brotherhood they go.
[Marni] (thanks for the play, ya’ll! :) )
[Annie Taylor] (Yeah, was fun!)
[Nate Cross] (( no thank you guys!! .. was awesome!!.. BGs UNITE!!))