Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 51 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.90 and steady, and the relative humidity is 71 percent. The dewpoint is 42 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius.)

Harbor Park -- Fountain

Situated in the center of a large, open meadow is a clustering of six trees, a flower bed, a few steel-and-wood benches set firmly into concrete, and a flagstone courtyard that is dominated by a large fountain.

The fountain is a wide circular pool of water some fifty feet across and about five feet deep in most places. The sculpture in the center is a mix of old and new, traditional and modern: eight concrete-and-stainless-steel slabs about six feet high are set in a rough Stonehenge-like circle around the center of the fountain. Water flows from their tops, cascading in bright mesmerizing sheets to the pool below. Rising above the steel circle is a large marble statue of the Water Bearer, an androgynous figure draped in robes of flowing water. It bears a large jug carved with various Greek symbols, from which pours a seething torrent of water into the pool at its feet.

Cars on the nearby street have an excellent view of the park as do any residents of the tall buildings which line the waterfront.

The murky waters of the Columbia River flow swiftly along the east side of the park. Bracketing the park to the west is First Street and the city of St. Claire. Recent construction work is creating an earthen berm several feet high all along the borders of the park in all directions.

Contents:
Eve
Flowers

Obvious exits:
ManHole Harbor Park Meadow

A black-clad woman, looking rather like an escaped extra from a Johnny Cash video, strides unhurriedly across the park, her path angling toward the fountain. Some twenty yards away her pace slows, her fingers digging into the front pockets of her jeans. Closer yet and she stops to regard the fall of the water, head cocked to one side.

In a small glade of four trees, Eve sits in the warm air, enjoying these first few weeks of spring time. As Natalie steps up t the fountain, the Gnawer looks over in her direction and slowly begins to stand.

Natalie continues to watch the water for another moment until, with an abrupt shake of her head, she pulls her attention away. Said attention goes wandering until it lands on one of the benches; with a thoughtful look between bench and fountain Nat heads toward it, a plucks off an empty pop can, which she deposits into the trash bin before sitting. Today's Boy Scout moment over, she seats herself, legs stretched out before her and eyes on the water again. At no time has she noticed - or acknowledged - the Theurge's presence.

Eve steps up to the bench and comes to a stop infront of the Glass Walker, hands stuffed into her pockets. "Hey. Do you have a minute?"

A young woman in her late teens and of average height, Eve's appearance is unremarkable at best. The young woman's hair is cropped short and would resemble a military cut, if it wasn't spiked. The brown tips having been bleached to a near-blond by the sun, while her skin has been deeply tanned to a golden brown. The Gnawer's eyes are a chocolate brown, flat and expressionless, showing little or no emotion. Fine white scars decorate Eve's gaunt features, hardening an already angular face. Its hard to miss the fact that the woman's hands are horribly scarred and that she is missing two fingers on her left hand.

Something about the Eve is oddly disturbing. This feeling is only compounded by the way the young woman holds herself, each movement made slowly and carefully. The Gnawer's lean figure is clothed in a plain red t-shirt, which is partially covered by a worn plaid top. A small and filthy child's knapsac is slung over one of the girl's shoulders by a single strap, the second one having broken away long ago. Blue denim jeans with ripped knees partially hide a formidable pair of black, scuffed, steel-toed boots.

Natalie frowns at the body placed neatly between herself and the fountain. The expression doesn't disappear as she considers the Gnawer's face, but it does ease a bit. "Sure. Don't remember the name?" She pulls in her legs, shoves herself more upright on the bench.

"Eve," The Gnawer supplies helpfully. "Haven't been able to catch up with Leala, but I was told that you were Elder until recently. That there is a lot of back and forth."

Natalie's expression tightens faintly. "I was," she agrees. "Until end of March. You have been told, I assume, about the, hmn, extreme need for caution? Loose lips causing bullet holes?" Her tone suggests that Eve should most definitely know.

Eve looks around her and shrugs. "No-one in earshot and no-one hardly ever comes here. What with the crinos tearing into eachother in broad daylight on more then on occasion. Place scares most norms."

Natalie's frown tightens into a scowl. "It doesn't take a genius to think about long distance surveillance," she snaps back. "Is this... something you need to talk to me about something that requires walls, or can you discuss it here?" She doesn't say 'properly', but it's there all the same.

Eve frowns faintly. "Gee. What have you guys been getting yourselves into?" The Gnawer shrugs. "We can head over to the zoo, if you'd like?"

Natalie takes in a breath and lets it out: controlled. Her eyes shift past the Gnawer to study the fountin again as she says, "What I want isn't the question. It's what you want."

Eve shrugs. "Just wanted to mention something, really. Joshua was wandering the alleyways eariler in the week, neatly coated in blood. I investigated and it ended badly. Just wanted to mention it, because he didn't seem to understand why what he did was wrong or why it ended badly."

Natalie tries another breath. This one goes as successfully as the first, allowing her to shift her attention back to Eve. "I've heard. Bits and pieces, anyway. He's... getting better, but he still has a few blind spots. Is it something you want to, hmn, follow up on, or are you willing to let it drop?"

Eve's lips thin. "I disliked looking at my intestines. I just don't think that he'll learn, unless he gets smacked when he does something stupid."

"Noted," Nat replies. "So. You willing to let it drop, or do you want to follow up on it. I know him well enough to say that following up could be... hmn. It could have its own share of excitement. But if it's what you want, I'm not going to stand in your way."

Eve frowns. "Its not my job to follow up on it," she states, somewhat flately. "Its the job of his Tribe and his Elders. He should be made to reaslise what he did wrong and accept that fact that he did do something wrong. He shouldn't get away with shit, just because he makes things difficult for people. I will kill him the next time I catch him doing something that incredibly stupid again, unless he shows signs of learning."

"You want to follow up, then," Nat begins, only to snort, amused, at the other's threat. "Good luck with that. He's ours for the next two months. You want to play footsie with him after that, go right ahead. But right now he's toeing the line. If you think threats will make him see sense, you've got another think coming." She pushes herself to her feet, heels lending her more height to stand over the Gnawer. "... I will try and get him to change his mind, but I wouldn't recommend you hold your breath. He's almost as stubborn as I am. So. Anything else?"

Eve scowls. "Its not a threat." The Theurge shakes her head and turns, starting to walk away. "He needs to take responsibility for his actions. He is acting like a child."

"Tell me something I don't know," Nat calls after her, amused. "The sky is blue, the moon's getting smaller, and Josh needs to take responsibility for his actions."

Eve looks back over her shoulder and shakes her head, before continuing on her way.

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