2021-07-25 Gia's First Day in LA
2021-07-25 - Gia's First Day in LA
Location: The Lobby of the Fremont Hotel (part of the Sept of the Smiling Angel)
Date and Time: July 25th, 2021
Summary: Gia and Felicity meet in the Sept of the Smiling Angel
Felicity's all sulky with a beer, lounging on some couch. Pale skin, brown hair, green eyes that remain dazzling even with her less-than-stellar attitude. And when someone else comes poking their head into the Fremont Hotel... she flusters, sits up straight, and flashes a not-entirely-forced smile. "Hiiiii! I heard through the grapevine we were getting someone new. What's your story?"
Having been brought to the Sept by Marcus before he drove off to meet his partner for an ongoing investigation, Gia's entered on her own wearing a white midriff shirt with N O P E in narrow black letters on it, midnight blue athletic shorts and gray Nikes with ankle socks. An olive green, Army surplus WWII era messenger bag is slung from her shoulder. She smiles at the greeting and laughs before saying, "Depends on where you want me to start," with a knowing wink. "M'ape name's Giada Nash but I'm also known as Verdigris Claws. Feel free to call me Gia, though," she explains.
Felicity perks up even straighter - that is to say, she stands up and rushes over to give Giada a warm hug of greeting. "Another Nash! I'm Felicity Nash, rited Brightens-the-Day, Bone Gnawer of the new moon, um..." Under her breath she mutters a barely-audible "dammit Niall" before continuing properly. "Kin-taught, Garou approved."
"By adoption. Also, Bone Gnawer by adoption. I'm a Metis Philodox," Gia says as she brushes her vibrant green hair back on both sides of her head so that the previously missable stubby horns high on her forehead at her hairline and on the sides of her head at her temples are more visible - must be clear she's not intentionally hiding her deformities after all. In her deep North Carolian/Appalachian accent she says, "Y'ain't from around here anymore than I am," before asking, "Have y'been in LA long, Brightens-the-Day?"
"Yeesh. Kinda lucked out there with the poofy hair." That's what Felicity has to say about the head-horns, then motions for Gia to put her hair back. "Anyway, born Gnawer, adopted Nash. From Miami, train-hopped my way here when I got the call from Val-e. Wasn't kidding when I said kin-taught either, still kinda working my way through things as I go.... fortunately, it looks like they steered me right. Double-fortunately, I've been able to fit right in taking care of our human buddies in Skid Row. So, what's it you bring to LA?"
<< Editor’s Note: a quasi-reset was done in the next pose as another player was considering joining the scene. While the joining didn’t happen, the pose was written with this in mind. >>
Green-haired Gia (wearing a NOPE midriff shirt, shorts and sneakers) is standing near the couch Felicity is sitting (formerly lounging) on while the pair talk. Having lifted her hair up to show her stubby horns (one pair at her temples and one pair at her hairline high on her forehead), Gia is letting her hair drop back in place. Both are in Homid form at the moment.
"I think I more lucked out in how little my deformities," yes, she said deformities - plural, "Stand out here in LA, which is what fetched me here t'answer yer question I reckon. There was some concern that I'd risk leading someone who shouldn't be at the Caern to it sooner or later. My looks don't blend too well in the Smoky Mountains."
Felicity tilts her head sideways when Gia mentions plural deformities, confused at that. "What, you counting both sets of horns as multiple? Pretty sure that's just the one for Metis." And she's entirely unfamiliar with double jeopardy deformities. "And uh. Leading the wrong someone to the Caern is a small risk for *any* Garou. But yeah... erm. I know there's these weird nose piercings and infinity-gauge ear-hole-enlargers and spiked everythings, but even here those horns are gonna stand the fuck out. Just keep your hair floofed when you're out and about, alright?" Not even a hint of a clue that the green hair might not actually be dyed.
Laughing slightly Gia taps one of her horns. "One," she says before shifting her fingers to tug her hair, "Natural color, so two," and then she says, "Plus..."
As she pauses, she shifts from Homid to Crinos form. Her clothing and bag melting into her form - the bag showing as a large patch of olive drab fur in her otherwise still chartreuse fur. As she changes the horns grow. The pair at her temples spiral out to form nearly 360-degree spirals like those of big horn sheep while the pair on her forehead arc backwards like goats' horns. As she reaches her full eight feet of height and her tail forms it is clearly more cow-like than wolf-like and her feet are cloven hooves.
"... Two more," she utters gutterly in English still, forcing the words out of that throat that wasn't really made for that type of speech.
Felicity all but faints when she sees the veritable chimera in front of her. Her reaction is just one big ball of "what the fuck am I seeing", and her head's spinning trying to take it all in. So much so that she has to stabilize herself on the couch to shake off the dizziness, a faint hysterical laughter as she comes to terms with just how many deformities a Metis can have.
"Never feeling sorry for myself again, Gaia bless..." Felicity comes to enough to utter words again. "That's rough. But, like, you've got skills right? You don't get adopted Nash without the skills." Once she's gotten over the shock of a neon green wolf-cow-man-bear-pig, she gets right back to introductions like it's just another day in the Sept of the Smiling Angel.
+ROLL/+DICE> Gia: Stamina + Primal-urge vs. 6 -> 1 success. (8 6 5 4 1)
Shifting back to Homid form, Gia nods through the transformation. Only after the shift finishes does she answer the question. "Yeah, I'm a wiz at the BBQ pit and I'm also good in a pinch even though I'm no Ahroun," she explains. "And ... it'd've been rougher had the Sept of the Grandfather not been at a Caern of Hospitality... meanin' sure some people were mean t'me but I've heard stories from other Metis who had it much worse'n me."
From her little perch doubled over on the back of that couch, Felicity waves a dismissive hand. "Yeah I hear many Metis just get killed on recognition, sometimes along with the parents. Real dumb practice if ya ask me, yeah let's thin our already tiny numbers 'cuz that makes SO much sense." Her eyes and her tone do a really REALLY big eyeroll at that, and the former is even visible now that Felicity's picked herself back upright. "I mean, still tempted to nickname ya something funny, but as far as I'm concerned? You do good deeds, you're as welcome as the next wolf." A pause. "Wait, you said you're an *adopted* Gnawer? What tribe originally? pleasedontsayredtalon."
As Felicity speaks on the matter of Metis and their parents. She smiles about the good deeds comment and, during the pause, she says, "I was called Grasshopper as a child," and no, she doesn't mention the other nickname, plus it likely isn't a good choice for a grown woman. Then the question... that makes her laugh. She shakes her head, "No, I'd not be a Red Talon had my birth tribe taken me in." She pauses also for a moment and says, "But some people would see the Silver Fang in just as an unflattering light. I'm guessing had I not been blessed with these vibrant locks I'd've been a blonde or paller."
Felicity does, yes, frown at the mention of Silver Fang, but hey. She shrugs that one off. "I got a name for Talons. Red Spiral Dancer. Considering who's taking care of the world we're defending? Yeah fuck 'em. Silver Fangs are just bravado-filled asshats though. That I can deal with. And, bonus, you have neither bravado nor asshattery. So! Feed me some of that BBQ and we'll call it fair." She smirks subtly, hinting that maybe she's just using this as an opportunity for free food.
Shaking her head, Gia says, "Not a problem but I don't have any on me right now after all. Maybe I'll have Marcus set me up a pit to prep some for the Sept at some point." She's referring to LAPD Detective Deonte Marcus, Uktena/Bone Gnawer Kinfolk, who's been around and helping the Sept for years.
