2023.05.10 Beach House and Brats
| 2023.05.10 Beach House and Brats | |
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| A BBQ at the home of the Frog Brothers for Evan and Trey, where a lot of meeting, greeting, and eating is going on. | |
| IC Date | 05.10.23 |
| Players | Evan, Jack, Mike, Trey |
| Location | The Beach Bungalow |
| Spheres | Garou, Bastet |
Beach Bungalow(#17204RA)
This little bungalow isn't much different from any standard two bedroom apartment inside. The kitchenette is small and basic, and the living and dining room areas are cluttered; desks with electronics and computer gear, shelves crowded with aquariums and plants, second hand furnishings making a comfortable place to watch tv or play console games. Beer bottles and cans are spotted here and there around the home, and there's some cannabis paraphernalia in places. A shared bathroom really brings home the fact that this place is inhabited by two single dudes. What the bungalow lacks in size, it makes up for in back yard space. A pergola with some sun shading has been set up with a few cheap lawn chairs and small tables, and there's a small glass green house with some fairly high-tech controls for ventilation and heating. A high wooden fence has its privacy reenforced with lattice growing thick with flowering vines. An added few feet of vined lattice extends up above the already tall fence for extra privacy. Solar powered lights provide mellow illumination at night to help with the electric bill. The hum of aquarium filters, the chirp of frogs and crickets alongside the soft churn of the surf just across the beach makes a chill vibe. That vibe is often mixed with human sounds, distant music or dogs barking, and people making noise on the beach.
The weather's been a little bit stupid lately, still getting those ocean storm-lite clouds and some rain, but it's SoCal so it's still warm and what not. The garden at the Frog Brothers' place has been LOVING it, but it does put the kybosh on things like grilling and screwing around in the back yard, which sucks. But it's NOT raining now, and the grill is like RIGHT there, so obviously you gotta send out word to get over here cause FOOD! And BEER! Probably gained from a shifter owned place, cause unless he's sporting a full beard or something, Jack's not tricking anyone into selling to his underaged ass. And Mike, forget about it, he'll still look like a teenager when he's 40, I swear. ANYWAYS. Food. Delicious beef and veg kabab smells waft from the back yard, the sound of Sublime drifts on the breeze, and the frog knocker marked door is there! WAITING TO BE FISTED! Er. To get knocked up. No, no no. Just knock on the door and come in, that's what I'm getting at.
For the Win is safely at home, so he's totally comfy rockin' his birth form. No pants For The Win! He's wearing a wielder's apron and dark wielding goggles, and is perched on a beer keg he's repurposed to use as a chair near a workbench. There'll be no stray sparks attacking his junk or his eyes, thank you very much! His tongue pokes out of the side of his muzzle as he solders some bits and bobs together. >> Hey, you think we've got enough brauts? << he asks his big bro. >> I can run out and grab more if we need 'em. <<
Trey also has ID swearing he's 25. Nobody seems to question the crazy cat, so beer procurement is definitely in his list of 'things he can do.' To prove it, he brings some, along with a bag of what he has been assured are 'gourmet marshmallows' in small bags, in three flavors. After Mike's long, long recitation on flavors, he settled on coconut, chocolate-filled, and caramel-filled. How these go with beer, he has no idea, but hey, who gives a damn? He knocks with a free hand and calls out, "RRRROWL is cat for FREE BEER!"
Evan is used to living on a river, and near one of the great wonders of the natural world but is still getting used to the Sea. So when he comes to visit the Frog brothers (using the Tiganites manor as his land mark) he walks and stares out over the waves when he can see it between the houses and over the walls. So he fell behind Trey but he catches up when he hears the knocking. There is of course a guitar hanging off his person on a strap as usual.
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For the Win rolls Intelligence vs 6 for 2 successes.
2 3 +6 +6
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Jack WHIPS that door open to admit their friends, wearing his usual get up of some old band teeshirt, board shorts, but no flip flops today. Gotta be able to feel the grit on his feet so he knows when it's time to vacuum. "What's uuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!" he sings, and offers high fives, secret handshakes that he literally just made up, and bro hugs for Trey and Evan in turn. "Muthuhfuckinnnnnnn kababs are *sizzlin'*! Watch your eyes, Mike's rockin the power of the fuckin *sun* over there, I swear." he adds while getting everyone in and shutting the door behind them. The back door is wide open, random geckos are scooting around, frogs are fucking everywhere, the chirp of feeder crickets competes with Sublime, and the fish in their various tanks give zero fucks about anything but swimming in circles.
For the Win looks up as guests arrive, his jaws parting in a welcoming grin. >> What up! << he greets the new arrivals, setting his work aside. >> Um, hi Trey! << he pipes up. His pawed feet scuff nervously as he spots a new face. His muzzle crinkles in dismay and confusion as he stares at Evan. >> Um... I'm sorry, I don't remember your name, << he admits. He picks up a well-worn notebook on the desk and frantically thumbs through it, looking for the dude's description.
Trey nudges the door to let Evan pass along with him. When Jack comes up, he heys to both brothers and hands the beer to Jack. "Hey, how goes?" He holds up the bags of marshmallows. "Three different flavors for over the fire outside, to melt up nice and gooey." Yep, he understands Garou. "Oh, did you meet Evan yet, Mike?" He is about to do the intro, then stops, figuring the Galliard will want to do his own. He instead grins and narrowly avoids squishing a feeder cricket.
Evan grins and gives a bow to the confused crinos "I'm Evan Davies, Human born Galliard of the Fianna. And I'm pretty sure I'm still Prospect's newest Cliath. We haven't actually met yet so it'd be more odd if you did know me. I'm not locally famous yet. Yet." Evan then, stepping carefully he hugs Jack back and grins "Thanks for inviting me."
For the Win totally makes grabby hands for the marshmellows, as excited as a wolf cub for Christmas bacon. >> Oh, hell yeah! << he howls, shooting a fist in the air. >> Check this OUT, you got a bonanza here! << His ears swivel back as Evan speaks, flattening a bit at the 'Fianna' part of the introduction. >> Oh. Um...Mike Morrison, um, named For the Win. I'm a glasswalkerandaragabashandametispleasedtomeeet you,<< he blurts out, and immediately snatches up his work to hide behind it. Which is hilarious, he's working on something that's maybe a few inches long at best.
"No problem!" Jack says, then stops and thinks through a haze of pot smoke in his brain, trying to remember if HE'S met Evan yet, for that matter! He's... He's pretty sure he has. He has vague memories of a tree, and stew, and... Eh fuck it, he'll just pretend he definitely did, makes everything simpler. He "WOO!"'s and takes the offerings from Trey, shaking marshmallows at Mike, tossing one of the bags at him and depositing stuff in the fridge. Which is mostly beer and some food, rather than the other way around. He makes sure some of that beer gets around to everyone's hands though, of course. While Mike's working out his AMAZING introduction, he chuckles and steps out back to slather the kababs with marinade and flip them, check on a little pot of beans, that sort of thing. "Food's about ready!" he calls.
Evan gives Mike a disarming grin as he accepts the beer from Jack "And I ran away from home with a Black Fury Elder so I could live somewhere a little more queer than than Western New York. Coming out as Ace accidentally when I got tipsy at my Rite of Passage celebration made some folks unhappy. Not the same as your situation of course just...Neither of us are responsible for how we were born and the doctrine of the unblemished king is super problematic for lots of reasons and not my jam at all."
Trey grins, happy to have made Mike's day. The metis' introduction makes him smile a bit; he knows Mike's got a bit of shyness going on, or something of that sort, but it never much bothered him. The Frog Brothers may be quirky, but they're good friends to have. Even Trey isn't sure if they've all met, but at this point, it's the equivalent. Right? Right. "You got plates out there or you need them brought out?," he calls, figuring he'll make himself useful. "It's a pretty nice evening for it." He pops the top off the beer in his hand and considers Evan's declaration about being ace. "I sorta kinda fit that myself, least so far. I like people, just... not that way?" He shrugs and smiles.
For the Win sniffs the marshmellow bag and tears it open with his teeth. One clawed hand dips in for small mouthful, blissfully chewing away. Chocolate always helps his nerves, no lie. >> Feees arth fo gud, << he mumbles at Trey around a mouthful of sugar. His ears flatten as Evan speaks, but soon perk right back up. >> Oh! Wow, that's cool. Um, Great! I mean, it's not great. Being picked on, I mean.<< He pulls down his dark goggles a bit to peer at Evan. >> Evan, red hair, collects tales, cool Fianna, def not at asshole. << He scribbles that down in his notebook with a grin. >> Hey! You want a beer? he offers to wolf and lynx visitors alike. >> We got some nice, cold frosty ones on ice. <<
"Uhhhh.... I did NOT remember plates!" Jack calls back. Bad Glass Walker, didn't think of all the things before excecuting a plan for mass deliciousness. The kababs are beef, peppers, onion, mushrooms, all the good stuff, and several of them (which went on earlier than the rest) are over sized on way bigger skewers. Metis sized kababs, of course. "Oh shit, bring bean cups too!" he calls as well. We will all have to make due with coffee mugs full of baked beans though, Jack and Mike are very low on fancy dishware. And regular dishware, for that matter.
Evan nods at Trey "Could be, you could be Demi and require an emotional connection before you get attracted. There's a whole lot of granularity in the whole mess." Then he nods to Mike "Your brother brought me one but I'm sure I'll need another eventually." Then to Jack "I dig your music choice. Good stuff."
For the Win shuts off his soldering iron and darts into the kitchen for things, snagging up every clean dish-thing he can think of. He's a lot nimbler in this form that a human or wolf-born would be, having no problem at all grasping things delicately so they don't break. Everyone gets another round of beers, he's not the most observant dude around when he's working. >> Hey, Evan. where you from? Um, I mean, what state? << he asks, popping the bottle top off with a kitchen drawer handle like a pro. >>. Me and Jack, we're from Kickapoo. Um, in Missouri,<< he adds, as he hands all the things to Jack.
Trey chuckles at the enjoyment of the marshmallows. Mike's enjoyment makes him grin; it's always the best when someone just really grooves on something. He holds up his beer to show he's got one, then goes to the cabinets to get plates and bean cups, whatever those might be. Oh! Little bowls to fit beans in! That must be what he's looking for! After some looking, he finds coffee mugs. He also locates a large platter for the oversized kebabs (It might be a TV tray, to be honest), and piles everything (including his beer) atop it, and takes the whole batch back to the yard, noting, "Man, next time I'm at Vee Vee I'm gonna get you all some more plates. They had a whole ton of them, a lot of them even matched. Good condition and all." He considers Evan's suggestion. "Could be. I figure it'll clear itself up when it does. If I meet someone who knocks me on my floofy ass, then I'll know. If not, I just keep on how I am."
"Hey thanks!" Jack says to Evan with a big ol' grin, "It's our mom's album actually. I have this super vague memory of being at the beach of... some lake or something probably, but it was super sunny and super hot and it looked HUGE, and this was playing, so ever since then this band has been, to me I mean, like... the *essence* of summer, of California. Fuckin shame that guy died, guy had some real, real talent." He tells Trey, also, "'The Vee Vee' sounds like the name of a strip club." with a grin, and starts plopping dinner on plates while Mike gets the Get To Know You stuff going on.
Evan grins at Mike "I came here from the sept of White Water. Its on Goat Island in the Niagra river, has a really cool cliff called Terrapin Point with an awesome view of the Falls. So...New York State." Then to Trey "I heard there's a Corax that owns a flea market. Might be able to get some stuff there on the cheap. I've been meaning to check it out and see if there's some instruments I can get second hand there. I need to get a violin at least. I only brought the guitar with me because it was the only one of the instruments that was actually mine."
>> Human-born are weird, << Mike agrees with Trey. >> Um, I don't mean you guys. Obvs. Did you get the weird talk from the Denfather? Gross, man. << He's eyeing Evan's guitar with interest, obviously burning up with curiousity. He doesn't know if Jack's clocked that thing with, but he must have, surely! >> Um.. they have instruments there? You think they have a base? Or amps, or a pda? <<
Trey ohs, looking thoughtful as he helps Jack with plates and cups and whatever else needs doing. "Who were they?," he asks about the music. "I recognize it but don't know the musicians." He laughs at the comment about the VV strip club. "So, markdown tags tucked into scantily-clad women's panties? Women stripping out of mismatched wool suits? That's..." He tilts his head to one side. "Kinda fucked up but funny."
Evan's query about the flea market brings an eager nod. "Been by once; they do have instruments. Some of the booths are cheap, some not so much, but they do have a really broad selection. If you don't have any luck there, there's also that website with the free ads? Greg's list? You find all kinds of stuff there, you might find one for sale."
Mike's remark gets an eventual high-five from Trey. "Most of 'em, yeah. Oh, did the Denfather give you the awkward talk? Ugh." He hrms. "Well, could make an outing of it sometime soon if you guys want. I wouldn't mind going and having a look around too."
For the Win chugs down his beer. He can't sip it in this form, so he kinda pours it into his jaws without spilling a drop. >> Oh, that'd be a lot of fun. We've been looking at a guitar for Jack, and a bass for me. I mean, he got me one, but the dude didn't tell us he'd glued it together and it kinda fell apart while we were shreddin. <<
"Brad Nowell," Jack tells Trey, "Died in the mid 90's from a heroin over dose. Really inspired by things happening in his immediate world, like the riots back in the day, his love life, surviving low income life and of course drugs. That song Bad Fish-" he pauses to get out his phone and tune it to the right track, "Was one of his songs written about his struggles with drugs." He snerks at the idea of a proper discount store strip club. "Bet it'd make more people go buy used stuff!" Jack has been trying to NOT oogle Evan's guitar too much, otherwise he'd get completely side tracked and burn all the dinner while convincing the man to let him rock out. But dinner is served now! He agrees with Mike, "Ooooooohm'gawd I need a good guitar! I.. broke my last one." R.I.P. Monster Mash :(
Evan grins at Mike "I know how to play Guitar, Piano, lap harp, standing harp, Lute, Mandolin, Banjo, Violin, and Bodhran well enough that the teachers in my tribe were content to call me proficient. Not enough room for them all in the cabin I'm staying in out on the bawn but I do want at least a violin to keep in practice with." Then Trey gets a nod "I got it from him and from my tribal leadership. I've heard the stories come out of this place so I know they've seen some shit." Then back to Mike "That sounds like a fun trip. I'm up for it." Writing reality out to disk. Please wait... Reality saved. Thank you for your patience.
Trey takes his plate and his beer and finds a place to perch, looking content as he digs in, answering between bites. "Damn, you learned all that recently, or before? That's a LOT," he tells Evan, nodding to punctuate. "Oh man, Jack, these are good," he says, enjoying the meal with enthusiasm. "That's sad," he adds, thoughtfully, about the singer. "Well, we'd need to take your van, but yeah, no reason not to make a field trip for some instruments."
>> Dude, that sweet chord you played tho! << Mike insists, leaning over to lightly headbutt Jack in the side. It's a thing left over from his tiiiiny lil' metis cubs days, when he was only waist high and wanted attention from his big bro hero. >> Seven instruments?! Dude, I am hella jealous. I mean, we're totally awesome, but that seriously rips. <<
"I don't think we've even met the Den Father yet." Jack says with a shifty sideways glance. "We met some Stargazer dude that was like... Fostern, playing the Experienced Resident thing, and a uh... Get Kinfolk who hasn't killed NEARLY as many trolls as Mike and I have!" He gives Trey a highly exaggeratedly sagocious nod and says, "Dude, the van is *ready* to be filled with music making awesomeness. Fuckin'... The business is starting to pick up, but we still end up having to busk on the beach. Well, *did*, till I broke my guitar." Which is okay, people's ears are fine with the loss. He sets his plate down when he's headbutted, leans over and grabs both of Mike's ginormous ears in his hands, puts the tips of his ears together, and says, "Mic check," before zerberting them, "One two, one two. Yep, they work." And then he's back to kababing. "How do you even find *time* to learn so many?" he asks Evan.
Evan grins as he finds a spot to settle with his food and drink and spins a tale "When I was born and they found out I was going to grow up to change? Well they take training Galliards very very seriously amongst the Fianna so I started early. Singing was first of course because toddler fingers can't do all the things you need to play. But I'm told I once made a visiting Ahroun cry when my six year old self sang 'Simple Gifts'. I'd be down for some busking some time if you want to put a case out on the boardwalk and jam. See if we can make some walking around money yeah?"
Trey chews, listening, watching the bonding and nodding. "The Get Kinfolk dude... Theron? That dude is hardcore." He's not sure who the other is, so he leaves that one be, and ohhs as Evan tells them about his history with music. "Wow. That explains a lot about how you got so good." He smiles and raises his beer to them all. "Beer money, what better reason?"
>> We totally met him! << Mike insists. >> He told us we couldn't chase girls, and I was all, what am I gonna do with a girl? And YOU said, 'Girls later, bros and music and green stuff first, Elder-dude. << He makes a weird static-ty sound as his ears are messed with, like a microphone emitting a bit of feedback. >> A beach gig! << he says, thrusting clawed fist in the air. >> Oh man, we're gonna make SO much money! <<
"Oh, no shit?" Jack says to Mike, because honestly, his memory isn't a whole helll of a lot better than his brother's is. "I stand corrected!" Another sage nod and says, "Hey man, we *always* need folks in The Band. And, yeah, mainly beer money. Thank Gaia our tribe owns this house and we don't have to pay rent, otherwise there'd never be *any* money for beer, and I just couldn't live like that." He pats his round gut and says, "I need gas in the tank! We need beach music, and scuba diving, and- OH! Shit! I didn't *show* you this yet, did I?" He sets his plate down and scampers out of his lawn chair and into the house excitedly to go fetch something.
Evan grins excitedly as the idea of jamming on the beach "That was part of my dream about coming to California. Waittttttt do either of you play a Bodhran or Djembe or other kind of hand drum? I have this song I'm working on and I need two other instrumentalists to fit my Vision. It needs Violin, Guitar, and some sort of drum. I could probably do it with just Guitar if I have to but if I can find other Gaian musicians I'd prefer it."
Trey does a good job of clearing his plate. He doesn't leave scraps behind, just enjoying the food. Another swallow from his beer chases it down, and he lets out a gentle belch. "Oh, that was nice," he says with a grin. "Thanks. I still owe you guys fish one night. I got my ring made so now I can be a fishin' lynx again." He holds up one hand to show the ring, and then huhs at the drum question. "I wish, but I never really learned music. How hard a drum part is it?"
>> Um, no. I broke all my drums when I was little. But I play a cowbell! You always need more of those, << Mike says.
"I have no idea what any of those things are!" Jack declares happily, "But I *do* have a tiny set of bongos somewhere around here. Probably still in a box." Cause of course he's never fully finished unpacking things. But he HAS returned with a (badly) wrapped box for Mike. Like he literally *just now* duct taped news paper to it so it looks like a present. "Fuck yeah, you do!" he says about the fever whose only cure is more cowbell. And the present is mundane, it's a dive helmet, the kind that has coms in it so you can talk while scuba-ing rather than having to hold the respirator thingie in your mouth. To Trey he can only guess, "Couldn't be *that* hard!" Like he'd even know!
Evan waggles a hand back and forth at Trey "Not that hard, but I'm not the best judge. You've heard the song though, its mostly punctuation and structure nothing super clever. I need a laptop or something I can record practice tracks on. Maybe I should go back to the Tech haven and ask."
For the Win lets out a warbling, squeaking sound as he unwraps the gift. >> Oh! Oh man! THIS IS THE BEST PRESENT EVER! << he says, grabbing his big brother up in a huge Crinos hug. He'd howl if he could, but lo! They are outside. That dive helmet won't fit over his Crinos head, but he pokes his nose inside to explore all the electronics and hose fittings and smells.
Trey nodnods and says, "Oh, they'd definitely help you out there with that. When I got my laptop back it was secure and it had all updated programs and stuff." He grins, and nods slowly. "If it was simple I might be able to pick it up but I'm not trained, so." A shrug follows and he looks sheepish. "I can fall from ten stories and not get hurt, though." He grins at the enthusiasm of the young metis, watching him put on the dive helmet with a chuckle. "That is cool as hell," he opines.
