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Having taken advantage of Brigid's brief absence, Kristine calls up her grandparents. There's a few moments of nervous finger drumming, before she talks, "Hello? <pause> Yes this is Kristine--I know I'm not supposed to be calling but <very loud intense yelling can be heard>," She pulls the handset of the phone away to save her ear, then tries again, "I just want to <more yelling> I know, Please can I speak to Mother? It won't be <yelling> Okay, Just tell her that I won't be <click>" She blinks several moments at the headset, then finally puts it back on the cradle as the recorded message about needing an operator kicks in.

Brigid steps in just after the phone is set down, rubbing her faintly damp hands together, "Who was that?" she asks, seeming as though she didn't hear any of the conversation.

Kristine starts to the point where she knocks several items off the stand she was next to. "I ...uh..Wrong," She sighs, lowering her head, unable to complete the lie. Wringing her fingers nervously, she continues, "I tried calling my mother. I'll pay for the charge." She looks up to the other woman, as if she was to get reprimanded for the call. A hint of moisture can be seen in her eyes from the conversation.

Brigid frowns faintly, then shakes her head, "Don't worry about the charge, really. I don't make that many long distance phone calls so I can afford it." Crossing to the desk and busying herself with straightening it up, she doesn't look up when speaking again, "How'd the call go, mmm?"

Kristine backs away from her, pulling the dress up again so she doesn't trip over it. Though the style could be considered complimentary, it's just way to large for someone of Kristine's size, and is tied and yanked in various places so she doesn't trip over it, or have it fall off. "It--didn't go very well," She confesses dropping onto the couch, and putting her face in her hands.

Brigid turns from the desk and frowns softly, then walks over to sit gently beside Kristine. "What happened, Kristine?"

Kristine lifts her face, and wipes at her cheek. "Promise you won't tell anyone? No one knows, not even my friends," she asks, sniffling.

Brigid smiles warmly, "Who do I have to tell, hmm? Don't worry, my lips are sealed."

Kristine sighs, and glances around. "My grandparents disowned me. It wasn't my fault really." She wraps her arms around herself, her voice dropping to a whisper, "My Father wasn't the man whom my mother married, it was someone else."

Brigid folds her hands in her lap as she listens, expression open and calm at the moment.

Kristine continues after pausing, "Mother had a fling, and she wound up with me, and from what she said, my stepfather blackmailed her into marrying him. He just wanted her money, I guess. He couldn't get it, so he told my grandparents about everything, and they want nothing to do with me. They barely associate with Mother. She's only there because Grandfather is sick."

Brigid places a hand on Kris' back comfortingly as the woman speaks, nodding for her to continue if she wants.

Kristine just shrugs, "I guess that's it. Mother won't tell me who he was. She said he was just some person she was with for a little while, sort of out of defiance of the norm. Apparently, when he found out she was pregnant, he freaked and took off." She takes a breath, closing her eyes. "It still hurts though."

Brigid nods softly and her hand pats gently, "I can see that. I'm sorry, Kris. I never -truly- knew my father, so I can sympathize to some degree."

Kristine gives a small smile, then sighs a bit, adjusting the dress again. "I can't much do anything about it now," she mutters before completely de-railing the current topic with another. "How did I understand you when you, you know, changed to a wolf?"

Brigid smiles and moves her hand to the back of the couch. "Well, being Garou, those born in human form, or homid as it's called, have an instinctive understanding."

Kristine brings her knees up, and wraps her arms around them. "Oh," she mumbles. Then looks at her again, "What's going to happen to me? I mean, do I stay with you? And I'm missing finals."

Brigid pats Kris' shoulder reassuringly, "You're staying with me for the moment. I haven't been able to contact any others of our 'tribe', so you're here for now. If you want, I could get word to your teachers that you fell ill or such. It would be a halfway decent excuse, I imagine."

Kristine tilts her head, another question forming, "Tribe? You mean, that Silver Fang thing again? Are there others? And why can't we tell anyone about it? And Keith mentioned something called 'Delirium'; What the hell is that?" Another moment where the conformist Princess is shelved, and someone a little bolder has taken her place.

Brigid settles herself to explain, with another patient smile, "Yes, there are others. There are thirteen separate tribes. We can't tell anyone about it because normal humans would not understand it. That's where the Delirium comes in. Remember when I changed forms the other night? There was a middle form, the one that was both wolf and man. That's called Crinos. It incites Delirium in humans, drives them -delirious- with fear."

Her eyes widen as she comprehends the last part. "Like the jogger? He, well," she giggles, now finding that frightening moment rather amusing, "he pissed his pants, exuse my language. And boy, was he trying to get away. So, doing the..Crinos shift in public is bad? Do they remember if they see a-a Crinos?"

Brigid smirks at the first part, then sobers a bit at the next question, "Yes, shifting to Crinos in public is very bad. Shifting in public -period- is bad. Normal humans aren't used to seeing such things. I'm rather sure that what they remember of what they saw usually comes out as a really unbelievable story to others. The Delirium is not pretty."

Kristine begins twisting her fingers a bit, then looks to her. "Is there anything else? If not, what are the tribes?" She seems honestly interested in what Brigid has to tell her, the shock of the Change having long faded. She again adjusts the dress, but doesn't complain about the size. Such complaints against charity would be rude.

Brigid gets up from the couch and offers Kris a hand, "I think, for that, there's a place nearby where discussing that would be a bit safer." Looking at the baggy dress, she hrms, "Though, we should get you changed first."

Kristine stands up, gripping spare fabric close to her. "It isn't a bother, really," she murmurs, the boldness having been hidden away again.

Brigid smiles, "I don't think you'd want to meet others of our tribe looking like that, Kris." Stepping over to her closet, she roots around in the garments hanging in there, murmuring as she pulls a few pieces out.

Kristine cautiously follows Brigid, peering over her shoulder as she digs in her closet.

Brigid drapes over her arm a smallish pair of old black jeans and a faded greyish-black tee-shirt. Bending over, she digs up a pair of sandals, obviously meant for feet smaller than hers.

Brigid turns, looks Kris over, nods, and hands her the items, "These should fit you much better than that."

Kristine lets her arms drop to dangle at her sides. The loose fabric she was holding sort of drops comically. "Those look like they may fit," she mutters, then takes the clothes. Turning her back to Brigid, she lets the dress fall from her, then proceeds to redress herself. The clothes do fit; quite well.

Brigid politely busies herself with straightening the closet up while Kris changes.

There's a brief rap-rap-rapping upon the chamber door. Not overly loud or forceful, but a soft and sharp tapping, as if produced by a fingernail tapping. The timing could hardly be less inconvenient.

Kristine holds the t-shirt against her chest and tosses a frown at the door. She then yanks it over her head quickly. "Some people's timing!"

Brigid looks up from closing the closet and blinks, "Now, who could that be? I wasn't expecting anyone..." Crossing to the door, she unlocks it and peers out after making sure Kris is decent.

Nicodemus comes into the room from the hall.
Nicodemus has arrived.

Nicodemus is outside, poised in what could be a fashionably gothic stance. "Hey," he says to Brigid as she peeks out into the hall. "Came to pick up Evil."

Brigid smiles as she opens the door, "Come to collect the little white demon that's living under my bed? Come on in, then. Oh, and pardon any mess...I have a guest."

Kristine yanks on the sandals, then walks towards the door, "Who's call-oh." She pauses as Brig opens the door. She doesn't say anything, just finds her place on the couch, but she does toss the caller a smile.

Nicodemus steps inside as the door is opened. "Hope he wasn't too much trouble. He can be a real pest at times with people he doesn't like--and he doesn't like many people. Guest? I'm not intru--oh. Hey, Kris. Long time. Evil under the bed?"

Brigid closes the door and nods, "As usual." Glancing between Kris and Nick she raises an eyebrow and smiles, "You two know each other, I see?"

Kristine looks at Nick, and points to the bed, "Yes, it has been a long time, hasn't it Nick?" Looks to Brigid after a few moments, nodding with a slight smile, "We're old fr-acquaintences, Brigid."

"At least a month. But I've been in and out and about." Nicodemus heads over towards the bed. "Yeah. We met in high scool here."

Brigid ahs and leans against the door causally, "Evil's been under there most of the time. Don't think I've seen him out and about that much."

Kristine leans back against the couch, pulling her knees up. "Sounds like you've been busy," she says softly, then looks to Brig with a look and a shrug. "Like I've said, I learned my lesson with that cat." Shrugs again, then runs her fingers through her hair, pulling out the tangles.

Brigid shrugs away from the door and over to her dresser. Snagging a hairbrush, she offers it to Kris while she watches the cat removal process.

Nicodemus crouches down. "He's a cat. He's skittish around unfamiliar people." He lays on the floor and skoots a bit under the bed to fish out the cat.

Kristine takes the brush with a muttered thanks from Brigid, then begins dragging it through the mess she calls hair. "My cat was never that skittish," she murmurs, wincing every so often, scooting more into the corner of the couch.

Brigid smirks, "Cats can be fickle creatures, they have temperaments as shifting as the wind."

There's a brief hiss from under the bed and Nick makes an 'ow!' sound as he drags the cat from under the bed. "Oh, hush you little bastard." He comes out with the annoyed-looking cat and uses both hands, placed strategicly in order to both keep a grip on him as well as avoid getting mauled, to carry Evil. A trio of fresh scratches are on the back of one of his hands, the blood just barely seeping through. "I think I got him. If you could just get the door for me?"

Brigid nods and opens the door wide, "The door is got."

Kristine stands up hearing the ow, then frowns slightly when he remerges from the bed, "You alright?" Then she casually moves to stand next to Brig, still brushing her hair.

"Thanks." The mage steps out into the hallway. "Thanks for watching him for me. I really appreciate it," he says to Brigid. "I'm okay. Just a few more scratches." He removes the wounded hand from the cat to put the bloodied region to his mouth. It comes away clean of blood and smeared with a bit of black lipstick. "Catch you two around campus later."

Brigid nods and smirks, waving her fingers in farewell, "Later, Nick." A small pause, followed by a small chuckle, "Later, Evil."

Kristine gives a slight wave, "Bye Nick, bye demonspawn." Then she giggles, leaning on her tippy-toes to whisper to Brig, "I need to teach him some make-up techniques."

Nicodemus goes home.
Nicodemus has left.

Brigid snorts softly and shares a grin with Kris, "And I think he'd be more than happy to share his with you."

Kristine chuckles, handing back the brush. "Believe me, he's tried already."

Brigid shakes her head and returns the brush to the dresser, "I can only imagine."

Kristine shoves her hands in her pockets, giving a slight blush with Brigid's comment. "He's unique, that's for sure. Now you know why I asked the questions. Was just curious why you had his cat."

Brigid smiles, "He was going out of town, and didn't want to leave him at the vet's."

Kristine shrugs, then looks at her. "Want to eat out, tonight? I've got cabin fever, I need to get out of this room. My treat."

Brigid grins, "That sounds good. I don't eat out much, student budget and all that."

Kristine nods and smiles, "Alright, You pick, I'll treat." She then shoves them both out the door.

Brigid laughs as she heads out, "My pick, mmm? That might be dangerous..."