[John Brendan Cavanagh] (fyi! I have 'net problems, sometimes I lose connection and it stops refreshing. so! please have ze patience with me. :) )
[Trent Brumby] The word had been spread out, not only with the Kinfolk community but through the human organizations too. The idea had been to get people involved in cleaning up the area, specifically in and around the river. This would be the first of many efforts in locations around the city. It's something that Kinfolk should be doing anyway, if you were to ask Trent's opinion.
Today, earlier in the morning, he had gathered along a stretch of area along the river bank, setting up some folding tables that he had hired out from some company. These would be filled with various items in table clusters: information pamphlets for organizations and charities in the area that promoted environmental issues and welfare; boxes of disposable gloves and two coloured bag options - one for recycling and the other for ordinary trash; tables for food and drink that had been arranged with the help of John Cavanagh and some kinfolk at the Brotherhood, and so on. Everyone had contributed their own little bit as they spread the word out and while it had been Trents idea he had happily let others take some control as long as they kept in the spirit of the day. This wasn't some money making scheme where people were forced to sign up for third world charities or buy products to support some monetary funds. In fact, those that were here early enough, had seen him get quite irate with a group that had showed up with such plans to do that. They had set up further down the river but there wasn't much he could do about that since it was a public area. He'd fumed quality about it and certainly made sure that they kept their distance. It certainly helped that Izzy had got on board a good lot of officers that had came down to help the cause in a good show of force - Trent was most pleased, in more ways then one.
Now as it drifts over towards lunch, there's quite a few people milling about in their groups, eating or moving along the banks with gloves and bags, picking up rubbish. From elderly to teens and all walks of life, they have shown that it is possible to still get a community together - even if they are all just a minority.
Trent is standing behind the table with bags and gloves, smiling as he hands over some bags to a group of younger teenage girls who are more then happy to flirt with the older man. He finds it harmless enough and in good humour, as he instructs which bags are what and where to put them when they're finished up. He tells them to help themselves over by the drinks and thanks them very much for coming, and if they're interested there's a sign up sheet where they can leave contact details if they're interested in doing this again sometime.
[Mighty Mei] (dusts off boot and stomps off with purpose!)
[JB Cavanagh] The afternoon is bright and clear, and cooler than it has been. The first hint of fall is in the air, and everything feels sharp, crisp, particularly in the cool morning air, first light, when the event started. Mist settled over the Chicago river made the setting softer, but the sun soon burned it away.
Lucy wanted to work; to wear the gloves and pick up trash, to skip stones in the river and search for toads or lizards in the shallows. He kept her away from the shallows, knowing she'd find mostly broken glass. After a good hour's worth of work, Lucy was ready to serve coffee and and tea and scones to the workers at one of the tables. The girl is this soft contrast to her dad, pale skinned, with shining dark brown hair and opaque blue-gray eyes.
While John and his sous-chef start to unload their catering van to set up for lunch, she remains there with the last of the morning's scones and sliced whole-grain breads and muffins, under the watchful eye of a tattooed waitress with bright, candy-apple red hair cut in a Betty Paige style.
There's water now, and lemonade too. And a tattooed man tending a pair of heavy-duty looking grills while another starts to set out aluminum tins full of a series of bright salads. The tables are covered with linens, and there's a small cafe Lulu banner in front of one.
[Victor Oseragighte] There are a lot of kin present. A lot of faces he doesn't know. He takes his gloves and a bag and stands apart then, not unsocial, just watchng, not wishing to unnerve anybody; some kin he knows can't handle them as well as others. His usual garb is good enough for today, hard-toed boots, black jeans, a black tank-top. It's chill out, but rather nice for somebody of a more northerly origin.
[Cigney] She came dressed in some old beatup jeans, an old Chemical Romance concert t-shirt, and worn in steel tipped hiking boots. Her long blonde hair is pulled back into a braid that falls half way down her back. A pair of aviator sunglasses shields her eyes from the glare of the bright autumn sun. Her presence as always is warm, her scent a mixture of wild flowers, sandalwood, and a hint of citrus...the feeling of summer clings to her aura.
Once the clean up is finished, Cigney lends herself to organize the smaller children into a play group to keep them busy while the adults took a rest and socialized. They play "what time is it Mr. Wolf?", and sit in a circle while eating, drinking, as the Get kin quizzes them about nutrition and exercise. Questions like what is protein and what does it do, or how much water we need a day. Followed up by a game of freeze tag. Cigney doesn't seem to tire one bit.
[Trent Brumby] Leaving the table to the tender hands of an older housewife who calls Trent at least twice a month, he heads over to greet Victor. Like everyone else, he's dressed rather casual, a pair of jeans and a t.shirt to go with it, with some work boots on his feet.
"Hey Victor," he calls out, approaching the Garou that he spied standing off to the side by himself. As he nears, he extends a hand out to shake the others. "I'm glad to see you could make it." Trent, for all his quietness, can be quite personable when he needs to be, and (surprisingly) can organize and give direction for all of his submissiveness to certain Garou.
[JB Cavanagh] There are kin - strangers - and ordinary humans. Police here, college kids there. - among the kin is the seven year old girl who watches Victor with huge round eyes, perfectly blue, some gray sky-color. Her blood is Fianna - pure, coursing under her skin, more pronounced than her father's when he comes by and slides his large hand over her shining head. She tugs JB away from the grill as it begins to heat up, and he bends his head to listen to her request.
JB glances briefly at Victor, waves his spatula to Trent, and then sends Lucy off to join the circle of children around Cigney. When the kinswoman asks about protein and nutrition, Lucy is a star. There's a point where she starts talking about the harvest and seasonal vegetables and "hydro-de-nated" oil and real food. One of the other children pronounces himself a vegetarian, just like his parents, with their hemp shoes and their Sierra Club t-shirts, who are trudging back from the river today. Lucy calls herself a "locavore" with this little grin. She doesn't know entirely what it means. Sometimes says it because she thinks it sounds like a dinosaur.
[Archie] Archie's arrival was marked by the arrival of a truck. There were ladders on the outside of the truck as well as all manner of containers loaded with equipment on board the truck. He hopped out of the passenger side and began to approach the group. He was dressed in a t-shirt and blue jeans, and would appear unassuming if not for the badge that he wore on his belt identifying him as law enforcement of some sort.
He had company. A larger man with a shaven head, sun glasses and a grim look on his face. Both men approached, though only Archie really presented a smile when he wandered up to introduce himself to others."Is there a Trent around here somewhere?"He calls out to the group. He hadn't met most of these people but he was here on his day off to... Well... Do what he does every day anyway.
[Victor Oseragighte] He accepts the offered hand with a nod and a smile. "Hey. Good crowd." The tone is complimentary, impressed, even if he doesn't say much. But then, Victor doesn't unless he has to. He recognizes that the scope of this was larger than he'd expected, and probably all the better that he was here; so many kin in one place, after all, not a bad idea to have a Garou or two on hand in case something happened.
[Trent Brumby] "Yeah, it is a good turn out. I'm quietly impressed. Make sure you go and grab some food, that over there," nodding with a smile to John when he gets a wave of a spatula in his direction, "runs a cafe. He's grilling up a storm. He's one of our own and has a daughter running around somewhere. Cute as a button."
"Oh," this is when his name is called out. "Sorry, just a tick Victor," he tells the Garou, and turns back to head towards the person that's calling his name out.
Picking up his pace his long stride eats up the ground as he approaches Archie, glancing from him to others with him and back again. "I'm Trent," he extends a hand out to shake the others. "What can I help you with?"
[Trent Brumby] [edit: "Make sure you go and grab some food. That man over there, John, -- runs a cafe." ]
[Cigney] She's very impressed by the answers everyone gives, and especially Lucy's knowledge of the hydro-de-nated oils. Cigney explains that there's all sorts of ways people eat. At the mention of "locavore", the kinswoman perks an eyebrow and decides to ask the girl later what exactly that means, having maybe a small idea in the back of her mind.
Once the game is done, Cigney walks back towards the hydration station to get some more water. The gaggle of kids follows her, speaking up to get her attention. She jokingly orders a round for her new best friends. Taking a moment, she looks around and feels glad to be here. It was a good day.
Aside from Trent, she doesn't know anyone here. But it doesn't seem to matter. With the water she needed, she lets the kids organize their own game, standing off to the side to referee. Allowing her the time to watch the interactions of the group in general.
[Adrian Sandenberg] Adrian's there - or rather, he arrives there, steps out of a cab in stylishly distressed jeans and a long sleeved Henley (because it might just be a bit cooler to most people here, but to a desert born boy, it's nearly frigid) that fits nicely to his slim frame, with sturdy work boots - all of which he may have bought for just this occasion, as Adrian-the-fashion-plate is hardly the jeans-and-work-boots type. To complete the impression, though, there are work gloves in his back pocket and, for those Garou present, there's that faint whiff of Fenrir breeding.
He's quite the picture, is Adrian Sandenberg.
He knows Trent, of course, and Victor, but Cigney and JB are strangers. So it's towards those he knows that he heads, the better to check in and do his part. "Hej, Trent," he says, but doesn't keep him occupied when others are there to do so. "Hallo, Victor."
[Archie] He reaches out his own hand and smiles warmly. He certainly didn't give off the same vibe as the larger man beside him."Archie Hackett... I don't believe we had a chance to meet in person yet."He then turns to the larger man beside him."And this large bull of a man beside me is Jamie Reynolds... Don't mind his sour look he's still pouting cause I wouldn't let him bring his sidearm with him."He adds with a little laugh.
"Anyway I brought a cleanup truck with me. We got everything you need in there... Garbage bags, Gloves, Biohazard Suits... They might seem like a bit much but they're not a huge deal just something to help keep the crew from getting anything nasty on 'em."He says with a nod of his head."And if we stumble on anything particularly nasty just give Jamie and I a call... We'll handle it."He says with a laugh."Pretty much whatever you need on the truck... Probably a lot more than we'll need."He nods and shrugs."But you can never be too careful right?"He asks with a smile before looking back at the larger man with him."Go get the truck opened up will ya?"He asks with a smile before turning back to face Trent.
"With that done... Where do ya need me?"
[Victor Oseragighte] He smiled as Trent spoke, and when he was called away he looked over to note John again and headed his way, thinking he might get a bite before everything was underway. The gloves are tucked into his back pocket. Adrian calls out to him and he looks over, raising a hand in greeting before he's arrived at the restauranteer's grill to nod to him.
[JB Cavanagh] The food on the tables is fresh and local. There's a tomato and onion salad, made with a variety of heirloom tomatoes, every shade from purple to yellow to red, some striped, some saturated, sweet onions and fresh shredded basil. Beside it, another simple summer salad of chopped cucumbers, feta cheese, and mint. A pair of wooden bowls are filled and refilled with fresh potato chips.
There are a pair of men behind the grill. One has dirty blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, a Dead Kennedy's t-shirt, and a smattering of tattoos. The other, taller with short, cropped dark hair - the one with the spatula - has the faint hint of blood that marks him as kin.
There and hamburgers - and turkey burgers and black bean burgers, with condiments like caramelized onions and home-made pickles. There's a tin full of roasted ratatouille for vegetable sandwiches, to each as a salad or a topping, and John and his staff cook and serve the picnic food with an easy, engaging charm. Sweet corn and black bean salad round out the offerings.
John always has an eye out for Lucy, and when the teaching sessions shifts to a game, with Cigney standing alone alongside, the chef - who smells of cooked meat, now, smoke and sweat from the work - steps away from the grills, grabbing a bottle of water and swallowing back a mouthful or two, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his Ramones t-shirt.
"Clever idea, to organize the kids like that. Oh, hey. Gimme a sec - " then he turns heads back to the tables, offering Victor an engaging grin, briefly explaining the menu.
"The beef's grass fed, locally raised. The turkeys, too. There are three or four lamb burgers left if you'd prefer. I get them from a farmer in southern Wisconsin. What can I get you?"
[Trent Brumby] "Nice to meet you Archie," Trent shakes his hand with a warm grasp, releasing it as he listens, nodding along. His brows hitch at the mention of bio-hazard suits, surprised and a little thrown off guard. Archie's laugh gets a smile out of him. Jamie gets his hand shaken too and told it was nice to meet him as well.
"Thanks for coming along and bringing a crew," he tells Archie, sincere about it. "You know, anywhere you want to start. There's heaps of folks doing their own thing wandering around." Turning to look around at the various people walking about picking up rubbish or eating food, they drift along the river bank doing their part.
Looking back to Archie he smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Grab a bag, some gloves and help out. Every little bit counts. There's also some food over there and drinks, if you guys are hungry. Go and help yourself. John over there is a chef at Cafe Lulu, and his food will fill you right up."
Adrian says hello and gets a smile and a wave of hand. His smile for Adrian is warmer in the paleness of his gray eyes. They go way back, as far as way is with Trents time in Chicago. "Good to see you Adrian. You're looking well," he calls out.
[Victor Oseragighte] "Oh. Try a bit whatever you like. Ah, meat, though. Veggies and... ah... roughage I don't do so good with." How to explain his strict dietary needs openly? Kin might understand, but others... Victor might well need to come up with some sort of excuse, like training, he's seeing. He smiles, though, a genuine expression, and is happy to try whatever JB will offer him.
[Cigney] The arrival by taxi is hard to miss...and the way he's dressed, Cigney watches Adrian a moment or two longer than she should have probably. As the grillmaster speaks, she turns to him instead and gives a warm smile. She opens her mouth just as she moves back to the table. Awkward. So it is with Cigney. Out of place just doesn't quite sum it all up.
Two kids start shoving each other, and Cigney goes to intervene. Separating the two and threatening a penalty box. They then run off to play again. She watches the food table now for a moment, before calling a break so the kids can reorganize and start round 2 of their game.
[Archie] He nods back at Trent and pauses to look around at the area."Well if you don't mind I think Jamie and I will have a little look around to see what needs to be hit and once we have a plan ready we'll get to it. I know Jamie was looking forward to the free food so best we get crackin' to earn our keep."He adds with a little laugh before turning around to head back towards the truck to begin getting himself set up.
[JB Cavanagh] There's no genuine way to explain. Not here. The other man on the grill bears no pure blood at all, and the waitress with the candy-apple red hair and the tight tanks and tees is equally normal, human. Human enough to shy just away from Victor, in this way that is barely noticeable, spooning out a serving of the corn salad onto someone's plate by way of refill.
JB meets Victor's gaze with rather more directness than most kin can manage. Maybe it's that he's taller than the Garou. Maybe he doesn't understand what or who Victor is. After all, he doesn't have the sense of blood ties that Garou have. There's a whole world underneath his skin, and Lucy's, that he cannot see or sense. "Atkins diet, eh? You know, I'm pretty sure that roughage is part of it though. Just fruits you can't have." And, so saying, he serves Victor a pair of plain burgers, no buns, with a gesture toward the salads and toppings. "Help yourself. I swear most of those won't up your carb-count."
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One of the children in the center of the shoving is Lucy, who is still small for her age and cute as a button, with shining dark hair and huge blue-gray eyes, set in a perfectly round face, rosy cheeks a contrast to her pale skin and dark hair. It takes just a bit - more, to pull her away. Louder voice, a stronger hand on her shoulder, but it doesn't really go beyond kids being kids, except in the way she stares down her opponent when it's over, then eschews the second round of the game as baby-ish, prefering to circle back to Cigney, curl an arm around the young woman's thigh, and look up at her, bright-eyed. "What's your name?"
[Adrian Sandenberg] Catching Cigney looking his way, he offers a smile - and it's a model's smile, a runway smile, that's half smirk and all smooth. In fact, he's full of that runway look - he's hardly stunning, but there's just something about him. The way he fills out the jeans and shirt, maybe. The way he drops his aviators to cover his eyes. Something.
"Thank you, Trent," he answers easily, and a hand brushes over Victor's shoulder briefly - clearly, he knows both men, and is friendly with them. The accent is a bit British-like, but not really - something about the vowels, the way his Ws and Vs resolve into something different. Whatever it is, it's certainly not American. "It looks like a good turn out. I meant to be hear earlier, but there was a department meeting - I'm not too late, am I?"
Of course there's still work to be done; there's always work to be done.
[Trent Brumby] Laughing low at the mention of how Jamie is looking forward to the free food, he nods to the other man and tells him: "Thanks for coming along. If you need a hand, there's plenty willing around, and if you've got any more questions I'll be roaming around." Then Archie is heading off towards the truck and Trent is moving in the opposite direction.
He gives a glance towards the children and Cigney, offering a woman a smile and a nod of her head. He doesn't come over and see if she's alright, because well, there were times in his life that he would have had his head bitten off by suggesting that they couldn't handle children, after all they are women and know how to raise children best -- all for just asking if they needed a hand. Some habits are hard to break and he leaves her to it.
Over at the food, Adrian asks about being late. "Never too late," he remarks easily, "I think we'll be here until late afternoon. Then pack up and call it a day." With this he looks up, meeting John's eyes as if to see if that was alright with him. Trent likes working in teams when he has to make decisions, he doesn't like to delegate unless he really has to. This whole event had been something of a challenge for him. But challenges are met head on and with plenty of drive behind it.
[Cigney] Must be a style thing, these aviator sunglasses. Cigney pushes her back up the bridge of her nose and offers a half smile in Adrian's direction until she's startled by something, or in this case someone wrapping around her leg.
"Oh...well, my name's Cigney. How about you?"
She smiles and pushes a strand of hair from Lucy's face. The way the child looks and approaches her is interestingly different. There's a force behind this girls actions that interest Cigney. The kinswoman notes that the girl isn't playing anymore...but lets it go unless the girls wants to talk about it more.
A small wave in Trent's direction. Here in just a little bit she'll make sure the kids return to their families and suit up for some trash detail.
[Victor Oseragighte] He sees that JB doesn't quite understand and nods politely, foregoing the toppings even so to have at the burgers themselves. Adrian's brush earns him a smile, one of the few present he actually knows. The Wendigo wanders off to the side to eat and watch, thinking to have his snack before he gets to work.
[Trent Brumby] The word had been spread out, not only with the Kinfolk community but through the human organizations too. The idea had been to get people involved in cleaning up the area, specifically in and around the river. This would be the first of many efforts in locations around the city. It's something that Kinfolk should be doing anyway, if you were to ask Trent's opinion.
Today, earlier in the morning, he had gathered along a stretch of area along the river bank, setting up some folding tables that he had hired out from some company. These would be filled with various items in table clusters: information pamphlets for organizations and charities in the area that promoted environmental issues and welfare; boxes of disposable gloves and two coloured bag options - one for recycling and the other for ordinary trash; tables for food and drink that had been arranged with the help of John Cavanagh and some kinfolk at the Brotherhood, and so on. Everyone had contributed their own little bit as they spread the word out and while it had been Trents idea he had happily let others take some control as long as they kept in the spirit of the day. This wasn't some money making scheme where people were forced to sign up for third world charities or buy products to support some monetary funds. In fact, those that were here early enough, had seen him get quite irate with a group that had showed up with such plans to do that. They had set up further down the river but there wasn't much he could do about that since it was a public area. He'd fumed quality about it and certainly made sure that they kept their distance. It certainly helped that Izzy had got on board a good lot of officers that had came down to help the cause in a good show of force - Trent was most pleased, in more ways then one.
Now as it drifts over towards lunch, there's quite a few people milling about in their groups, eating or moving along the banks with gloves and bags, picking up rubbish. From elderly to teens and all walks of life, they have shown that it is possible to still get a community together - even if they are all just a minority.
Trent is standing behind the table with bags and gloves, smiling as he hands over some bags to a group of younger teenage girls who are more then happy to flirt with the older man. He finds it harmless enough and in good humour, as he instructs which bags are what and where to put them when they're finished up. He tells them to help themselves over by the drinks and thanks them very much for coming, and if they're interested there's a sign up sheet where they can leave contact details if they're interested in doing this again sometime.
[Mighty Mei] (dusts off boot and stomps off with purpose!)
[JB Cavanagh] The afternoon is bright and clear, and cooler than it has been. The first hint of fall is in the air, and everything feels sharp, crisp, particularly in the cool morning air, first light, when the event started. Mist settled over the Chicago river made the setting softer, but the sun soon burned it away.
Lucy wanted to work; to wear the gloves and pick up trash, to skip stones in the river and search for toads or lizards in the shallows. He kept her away from the shallows, knowing she'd find mostly broken glass. After a good hour's worth of work, Lucy was ready to serve coffee and and tea and scones to the workers at one of the tables. The girl is this soft contrast to her dad, pale skinned, with shining dark brown hair and opaque blue-gray eyes.
While John and his sous-chef start to unload their catering van to set up for lunch, she remains there with the last of the morning's scones and sliced whole-grain breads and muffins, under the watchful eye of a tattooed waitress with bright, candy-apple red hair cut in a Betty Paige style.
There's water now, and lemonade too. And a tattooed man tending a pair of heavy-duty looking grills while another starts to set out aluminum tins full of a series of bright salads. The tables are covered with linens, and there's a small cafe Lulu banner in front of one.
[Victor Oseragighte] There are a lot of kin present. A lot of faces he doesn't know. He takes his gloves and a bag and stands apart then, not unsocial, just watchng, not wishing to unnerve anybody; some kin he knows can't handle them as well as others. His usual garb is good enough for today, hard-toed boots, black jeans, a black tank-top. It's chill out, but rather nice for somebody of a more northerly origin.
[Cigney] She came dressed in some old beatup jeans, an old Chemical Romance concert t-shirt, and worn in steel tipped hiking boots. Her long blonde hair is pulled back into a braid that falls half way down her back. A pair of aviator sunglasses shields her eyes from the glare of the bright autumn sun. Her presence as always is warm, her scent a mixture of wild flowers, sandalwood, and a hint of citrus...the feeling of summer clings to her aura.
Once the clean up is finished, Cigney lends herself to organize the smaller children into a play group to keep them busy while the adults took a rest and socialized. They play "what time is it Mr. Wolf?", and sit in a circle while eating, drinking, as the Get kin quizzes them about nutrition and exercise. Questions like what is protein and what does it do, or how much water we need a day. Followed up by a game of freeze tag. Cigney doesn't seem to tire one bit.
[Trent Brumby] Leaving the table to the tender hands of an older housewife who calls Trent at least twice a month, he heads over to greet Victor. Like everyone else, he's dressed rather casual, a pair of jeans and a t.shirt to go with it, with some work boots on his feet.
"Hey Victor," he calls out, approaching the Garou that he spied standing off to the side by himself. As he nears, he extends a hand out to shake the others. "I'm glad to see you could make it." Trent, for all his quietness, can be quite personable when he needs to be, and (surprisingly) can organize and give direction for all of his submissiveness to certain Garou.
[JB Cavanagh] There are kin - strangers - and ordinary humans. Police here, college kids there. - among the kin is the seven year old girl who watches Victor with huge round eyes, perfectly blue, some gray sky-color. Her blood is Fianna - pure, coursing under her skin, more pronounced than her father's when he comes by and slides his large hand over her shining head. She tugs JB away from the grill as it begins to heat up, and he bends his head to listen to her request.
JB glances briefly at Victor, waves his spatula to Trent, and then sends Lucy off to join the circle of children around Cigney. When the kinswoman asks about protein and nutrition, Lucy is a star. There's a point where she starts talking about the harvest and seasonal vegetables and "hydro-de-nated" oil and real food. One of the other children pronounces himself a vegetarian, just like his parents, with their hemp shoes and their Sierra Club t-shirts, who are trudging back from the river today. Lucy calls herself a "locavore" with this little grin. She doesn't know entirely what it means. Sometimes says it because she thinks it sounds like a dinosaur.
[Archie] Archie's arrival was marked by the arrival of a truck. There were ladders on the outside of the truck as well as all manner of containers loaded with equipment on board the truck. He hopped out of the passenger side and began to approach the group. He was dressed in a t-shirt and blue jeans, and would appear unassuming if not for the badge that he wore on his belt identifying him as law enforcement of some sort.
He had company. A larger man with a shaven head, sun glasses and a grim look on his face. Both men approached, though only Archie really presented a smile when he wandered up to introduce himself to others."Is there a Trent around here somewhere?"He calls out to the group. He hadn't met most of these people but he was here on his day off to... Well... Do what he does every day anyway.
[Victor Oseragighte] He accepts the offered hand with a nod and a smile. "Hey. Good crowd." The tone is complimentary, impressed, even if he doesn't say much. But then, Victor doesn't unless he has to. He recognizes that the scope of this was larger than he'd expected, and probably all the better that he was here; so many kin in one place, after all, not a bad idea to have a Garou or two on hand in case something happened.
[Trent Brumby] "Yeah, it is a good turn out. I'm quietly impressed. Make sure you go and grab some food, that over there," nodding with a smile to John when he gets a wave of a spatula in his direction, "runs a cafe. He's grilling up a storm. He's one of our own and has a daughter running around somewhere. Cute as a button."
"Oh," this is when his name is called out. "Sorry, just a tick Victor," he tells the Garou, and turns back to head towards the person that's calling his name out.
Picking up his pace his long stride eats up the ground as he approaches Archie, glancing from him to others with him and back again. "I'm Trent," he extends a hand out to shake the others. "What can I help you with?"
[Trent Brumby] [edit: "Make sure you go and grab some food. That man over there, John, -- runs a cafe." ]
[Cigney] She's very impressed by the answers everyone gives, and especially Lucy's knowledge of the hydro-de-nated oils. Cigney explains that there's all sorts of ways people eat. At the mention of "locavore", the kinswoman perks an eyebrow and decides to ask the girl later what exactly that means, having maybe a small idea in the back of her mind.
Once the game is done, Cigney walks back towards the hydration station to get some more water. The gaggle of kids follows her, speaking up to get her attention. She jokingly orders a round for her new best friends. Taking a moment, she looks around and feels glad to be here. It was a good day.
Aside from Trent, she doesn't know anyone here. But it doesn't seem to matter. With the water she needed, she lets the kids organize their own game, standing off to the side to referee. Allowing her the time to watch the interactions of the group in general.
[Adrian Sandenberg] Adrian's there - or rather, he arrives there, steps out of a cab in stylishly distressed jeans and a long sleeved Henley (because it might just be a bit cooler to most people here, but to a desert born boy, it's nearly frigid) that fits nicely to his slim frame, with sturdy work boots - all of which he may have bought for just this occasion, as Adrian-the-fashion-plate is hardly the jeans-and-work-boots type. To complete the impression, though, there are work gloves in his back pocket and, for those Garou present, there's that faint whiff of Fenrir breeding.
He's quite the picture, is Adrian Sandenberg.
He knows Trent, of course, and Victor, but Cigney and JB are strangers. So it's towards those he knows that he heads, the better to check in and do his part. "Hej, Trent," he says, but doesn't keep him occupied when others are there to do so. "Hallo, Victor."
[Archie] He reaches out his own hand and smiles warmly. He certainly didn't give off the same vibe as the larger man beside him."Archie Hackett... I don't believe we had a chance to meet in person yet."He then turns to the larger man beside him."And this large bull of a man beside me is Jamie Reynolds... Don't mind his sour look he's still pouting cause I wouldn't let him bring his sidearm with him."He adds with a little laugh.
"Anyway I brought a cleanup truck with me. We got everything you need in there... Garbage bags, Gloves, Biohazard Suits... They might seem like a bit much but they're not a huge deal just something to help keep the crew from getting anything nasty on 'em."He says with a nod of his head."And if we stumble on anything particularly nasty just give Jamie and I a call... We'll handle it."He says with a laugh."Pretty much whatever you need on the truck... Probably a lot more than we'll need."He nods and shrugs."But you can never be too careful right?"He asks with a smile before looking back at the larger man with him."Go get the truck opened up will ya?"He asks with a smile before turning back to face Trent.
"With that done... Where do ya need me?"
[Victor Oseragighte] He smiled as Trent spoke, and when he was called away he looked over to note John again and headed his way, thinking he might get a bite before everything was underway. The gloves are tucked into his back pocket. Adrian calls out to him and he looks over, raising a hand in greeting before he's arrived at the restauranteer's grill to nod to him.
[JB Cavanagh] The food on the tables is fresh and local. There's a tomato and onion salad, made with a variety of heirloom tomatoes, every shade from purple to yellow to red, some striped, some saturated, sweet onions and fresh shredded basil. Beside it, another simple summer salad of chopped cucumbers, feta cheese, and mint. A pair of wooden bowls are filled and refilled with fresh potato chips.
There are a pair of men behind the grill. One has dirty blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, a Dead Kennedy's t-shirt, and a smattering of tattoos. The other, taller with short, cropped dark hair - the one with the spatula - has the faint hint of blood that marks him as kin.
There and hamburgers - and turkey burgers and black bean burgers, with condiments like caramelized onions and home-made pickles. There's a tin full of roasted ratatouille for vegetable sandwiches, to each as a salad or a topping, and John and his staff cook and serve the picnic food with an easy, engaging charm. Sweet corn and black bean salad round out the offerings.
John always has an eye out for Lucy, and when the teaching sessions shifts to a game, with Cigney standing alone alongside, the chef - who smells of cooked meat, now, smoke and sweat from the work - steps away from the grills, grabbing a bottle of water and swallowing back a mouthful or two, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his Ramones t-shirt.
"Clever idea, to organize the kids like that. Oh, hey. Gimme a sec - " then he turns heads back to the tables, offering Victor an engaging grin, briefly explaining the menu.
"The beef's grass fed, locally raised. The turkeys, too. There are three or four lamb burgers left if you'd prefer. I get them from a farmer in southern Wisconsin. What can I get you?"
[Trent Brumby] "Nice to meet you Archie," Trent shakes his hand with a warm grasp, releasing it as he listens, nodding along. His brows hitch at the mention of bio-hazard suits, surprised and a little thrown off guard. Archie's laugh gets a smile out of him. Jamie gets his hand shaken too and told it was nice to meet him as well.
"Thanks for coming along and bringing a crew," he tells Archie, sincere about it. "You know, anywhere you want to start. There's heaps of folks doing their own thing wandering around." Turning to look around at the various people walking about picking up rubbish or eating food, they drift along the river bank doing their part.
Looking back to Archie he smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Grab a bag, some gloves and help out. Every little bit counts. There's also some food over there and drinks, if you guys are hungry. Go and help yourself. John over there is a chef at Cafe Lulu, and his food will fill you right up."
Adrian says hello and gets a smile and a wave of hand. His smile for Adrian is warmer in the paleness of his gray eyes. They go way back, as far as way is with Trents time in Chicago. "Good to see you Adrian. You're looking well," he calls out.
[Victor Oseragighte] "Oh. Try a bit whatever you like. Ah, meat, though. Veggies and... ah... roughage I don't do so good with." How to explain his strict dietary needs openly? Kin might understand, but others... Victor might well need to come up with some sort of excuse, like training, he's seeing. He smiles, though, a genuine expression, and is happy to try whatever JB will offer him.
[Cigney] The arrival by taxi is hard to miss...and the way he's dressed, Cigney watches Adrian a moment or two longer than she should have probably. As the grillmaster speaks, she turns to him instead and gives a warm smile. She opens her mouth just as she moves back to the table. Awkward. So it is with Cigney. Out of place just doesn't quite sum it all up.
Two kids start shoving each other, and Cigney goes to intervene. Separating the two and threatening a penalty box. They then run off to play again. She watches the food table now for a moment, before calling a break so the kids can reorganize and start round 2 of their game.
[Archie] He nods back at Trent and pauses to look around at the area."Well if you don't mind I think Jamie and I will have a little look around to see what needs to be hit and once we have a plan ready we'll get to it. I know Jamie was looking forward to the free food so best we get crackin' to earn our keep."He adds with a little laugh before turning around to head back towards the truck to begin getting himself set up.
[JB Cavanagh] There's no genuine way to explain. Not here. The other man on the grill bears no pure blood at all, and the waitress with the candy-apple red hair and the tight tanks and tees is equally normal, human. Human enough to shy just away from Victor, in this way that is barely noticeable, spooning out a serving of the corn salad onto someone's plate by way of refill.
JB meets Victor's gaze with rather more directness than most kin can manage. Maybe it's that he's taller than the Garou. Maybe he doesn't understand what or who Victor is. After all, he doesn't have the sense of blood ties that Garou have. There's a whole world underneath his skin, and Lucy's, that he cannot see or sense. "Atkins diet, eh? You know, I'm pretty sure that roughage is part of it though. Just fruits you can't have." And, so saying, he serves Victor a pair of plain burgers, no buns, with a gesture toward the salads and toppings. "Help yourself. I swear most of those won't up your carb-count."
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One of the children in the center of the shoving is Lucy, who is still small for her age and cute as a button, with shining dark hair and huge blue-gray eyes, set in a perfectly round face, rosy cheeks a contrast to her pale skin and dark hair. It takes just a bit - more, to pull her away. Louder voice, a stronger hand on her shoulder, but it doesn't really go beyond kids being kids, except in the way she stares down her opponent when it's over, then eschews the second round of the game as baby-ish, prefering to circle back to Cigney, curl an arm around the young woman's thigh, and look up at her, bright-eyed. "What's your name?"
[Adrian Sandenberg] Catching Cigney looking his way, he offers a smile - and it's a model's smile, a runway smile, that's half smirk and all smooth. In fact, he's full of that runway look - he's hardly stunning, but there's just something about him. The way he fills out the jeans and shirt, maybe. The way he drops his aviators to cover his eyes. Something.
"Thank you, Trent," he answers easily, and a hand brushes over Victor's shoulder briefly - clearly, he knows both men, and is friendly with them. The accent is a bit British-like, but not really - something about the vowels, the way his Ws and Vs resolve into something different. Whatever it is, it's certainly not American. "It looks like a good turn out. I meant to be hear earlier, but there was a department meeting - I'm not too late, am I?"
Of course there's still work to be done; there's always work to be done.
[Trent Brumby] Laughing low at the mention of how Jamie is looking forward to the free food, he nods to the other man and tells him: "Thanks for coming along. If you need a hand, there's plenty willing around, and if you've got any more questions I'll be roaming around." Then Archie is heading off towards the truck and Trent is moving in the opposite direction.
He gives a glance towards the children and Cigney, offering a woman a smile and a nod of her head. He doesn't come over and see if she's alright, because well, there were times in his life that he would have had his head bitten off by suggesting that they couldn't handle children, after all they are women and know how to raise children best -- all for just asking if they needed a hand. Some habits are hard to break and he leaves her to it.
Over at the food, Adrian asks about being late. "Never too late," he remarks easily, "I think we'll be here until late afternoon. Then pack up and call it a day." With this he looks up, meeting John's eyes as if to see if that was alright with him. Trent likes working in teams when he has to make decisions, he doesn't like to delegate unless he really has to. This whole event had been something of a challenge for him. But challenges are met head on and with plenty of drive behind it.
[Cigney] Must be a style thing, these aviator sunglasses. Cigney pushes her back up the bridge of her nose and offers a half smile in Adrian's direction until she's startled by something, or in this case someone wrapping around her leg.
"Oh...well, my name's Cigney. How about you?"
She smiles and pushes a strand of hair from Lucy's face. The way the child looks and approaches her is interestingly different. There's a force behind this girls actions that interest Cigney. The kinswoman notes that the girl isn't playing anymore...but lets it go unless the girls wants to talk about it more.
A small wave in Trent's direction. Here in just a little bit she'll make sure the kids return to their families and suit up for some trash detail.
[Victor Oseragighte] He sees that JB doesn't quite understand and nods politely, foregoing the toppings even so to have at the burgers themselves. Adrian's brush earns him a smile, one of the few present he actually knows. The Wendigo wanders off to the side to eat and watch, thinking to have his snack before he gets to work.
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