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- Brings-the-Pack says "There are mojitos?"
- Felix says "And that."
- Felix says "To be fair, if Garou had Frats..."
- Salem laaaaughs.
- Thane says "Aren't those tribes?"
- Winter says "I'm writing!"
- Winter says "We'd all be dead."
- Brings-the-Pack says "Hmmm. Good point! :)"
Winter clears his throat now and steps forward to the general group. "I suppose I should just go ahead and do this." As the attention turns to him, he can't help but bust out laughing. He soon settles with a few coughs into a curled fist as he calms down. "Sorry, sorry," he offers seemingly rather contrite. He rises to the Crinos and continues with his announcement, ~The once Cliath, Lets-Them-Eat-Cake, has met my terms of challenge to satisfaction. He is now Chugs-The-Mystery-Brew, Fostern of the Bone Gnawers!~ Here Winter melts back down to homid and completes with, "You may offer him whatever random unmarked beverages you have on hand at your leisure. He isn't picky." Here he glances at the coconut he handed Lilah and walks back over to the two of them, chuckling to himself.
Salem grins a little at this news and cups his hands around his mouth to give a brief approximation of a congratulatory howl.
Felix watches Winter as the Ragabash steps forward, and grins more at the beginning of his speech in Mother's Tongue. There's a blink about halfway through, though, and he bursts out laughing for a moment as well. "Well, it's true, I ain't," he allows, "but in my defense it's technically just one detail I was missin'. And also it was awesome." He shrugs, still looking pleased with the world, and reaches over to borrow the coconut from Lilah, lifting it to Winter in a toast. "Thanks," he says, and takes a sip, because some things are just required.
Thane might look surprised but nope, just resigned, like he expected just as much from the Gnawers. "Then congratulations are in order, Fostern." Says the Ahroun to Felix with a dip of his head. "Well done. May the new rank treat you well. There's beer in the fridge at Edgewood, you are free to celebrate as you see fit."
Reggie looks with interest at the announcement, then claps his hands together. "Party at the pool hall!", he announces, "After moot. Drink to Chugs' health!"
Winter says "Thane's tribe should be renamed to the Judgemental Lords. ;)"
- Thane says "You're a mage. Can't you make some appear? Like... leviosa mimosa or something?"
- Thane says "I was ganna have him comment on the frat jokes to come but even Thane can restrain his snark for special occasions."
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| Setting
| - Bawn: The Sept Compound
Sweeping branches of evergreen pines form a sort of natural roof overshadowing most of this clearing. In the center is a fire pit with several old logs polished from use for seats. A separate stack of firewood is discreetly piled up at the base of an old spruce, protected from the damp by a tarp. At the edge of the clearing and extending back a bit into the woods resides a rough wooden structure with a slate tile roof. A stone slab rests off to one side of the clearing in a place of some prominence. Nestled in among the pines are a few hardy perennials--red alder, quaking aspen, and a big leaf maple or two--that, come spring, will create a profusion of color in the clearing.
A faint trail leads off to the east, and a bit north.
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