MOOT 3-10-18

The call goes out in the form of rawhide drums and projected Navajo singing echoing off the mountain. Kalea' s voice stand out as the loveliest (performance 4 singing, enchanting voice).

The giant boulders act as a stage adorned with traditional crafts this month from a number of native sources.

There is both standing and sitting room.

Meanwhile at the Lodge Artie and his crew remind everyone what that means... Its moot time.

((Pcs, feel free to post your entrance. This thread will not follow normal ABC posting structure. If a pc posts an entrance late just assume you did not see them until just now.

We are trying to keep this moving but not ignore anyone))

Sandy enters



Dressed in her dirt bike dark purple leathers with a patchwork of symbols she found laying around and decided to recycle.

She stays near Zeff and looks out for Left for Dead, who she is on duty to guard. A small pistol and hunting knife rests to her left side leg as she scans the crowd looking for others on security detail.

Erin is there towards the back and out of the way.

The big Black Eagle would be standing opposite Zeff and Sandy, suited in his body armor sans helmet or gloves, though he was still ready to spring into action to ensure the safety of all those here at the moot, but most importantly Left for Dead.  His hair is pulled back in a tight bun at the base of his parietal region, and a lei made of local sun gaillardia he'd picked and strung together around his neck in honor of the occasion.

Si-Won thought he should maybe dress up a little, he just wasn't sure exactly how. A full suit and tie didn't seem right. Eh, he would learn soon enough if he were underdressed or over dressed. It's an Uktean moot and he's never actually been to one, it will be exciting to see!

He looked around to see who was wearing what, fascinated by the songs and the decorations, wishing he could have been up there helping.

Charlie makes her entrance. Quiet as she moves towards the front area, arms crossed over her chest, and yes, mostly dressed for once, there's guests. You can't be rude. She presses her lips together and looks over the new comers including the giant with the flowers. Noted. Yet she says nothing.

Standing on the outskirts of the gathering was Robin, looking more like she was a hired guard than anything. Beside her a 12 year old boy who looked like he did NOT want to be standing next to his older sister. The scowl is what gives it away.

Kit still wasn’t sure what was going on. After everything Sandy and Erin told her, it still sounded crazy. The pull of the drums was intense. If she was able to find either of the two, she would stand next to them. Spotting Sandy next to a group of imposing figures, Kit thought it best to actively seek out Erin. Weaving between people and the edge of the gathering, she hoped to spot Erin nearer the edges.

Ezra, a young middle eastern woman in a peach and tan hibaj enters assisting an elderly woman to find comfortable seating. She gives a smile to Erin and a nod to Sinwon. She can't help but look at Charlie, who stands out among the crowd.




When Ayan enters, she is quite not saying a word, expressions hidden in a black hoody. Many avoid her and give her space as she passes, she can't help but note everyone who is armed, especially the well-armed collection for Zeff, Sandy and Sonny. As someone just out of prison, it's obvious in her movement there is something challenging and predatory as she scans the others.

Going for sharp business rather some of her more playful and flirty dresses. Seeing all the hand made native decorations made her glad she decided to go with one of the dresses she made herself (Crafts 4). She has plenty of the Fendi she styled it from, but it would seem the spirits appreciate things made by hand. She stands near her tribeswoman, Charlie. The immaculately dressed city girl Sasha was a stark contrast to the wild woman, but at least they were both beautiful sights to behold in their own ways. She offers he a smile.
"You look lovely, very nice."

Chu'mana

The young daughter of Mallory and the sept alpha (missing) has her hair and shirt ruffled with her face painted. She looks like she was just through and passed some kind of trial or chiminage only hours or moments ago. She stands next to Zeff's security group which she is now a part of.
She looks unsure as her eyes dart to the friends of her own age before settling down into her place with confidence.

Zeff is stoic, keeping his eyes open and saying nothing.

Ilya is wearing his usual, casual yet actionable attire; Black bdu tactical pants, a black long sleeved shirt, dark tactical boots with a pistol holstered at his side and another holstered in the back. His hair is tied back tonight. He finds a good vantage point to see everything, yet with room to maneuver should he need too. He nods to Zeff and Robin when he sees them.

To each direction, North,  east, South and west a different native American language is sung. It starts with a Wendigo singer singing to the north wind in Algonquin inviting it to join, a Sioux singer sings to the east, a mayan dressed uktena to the south and the West wind returns to Kalea, who carries the most beautiful voice of all.

This is a common greeting to the spirits to begin the moot.

It is now time to attract the spirits further and strengthen the caern heart Cactus with an offering of gnosis. A large ornate wooden bowl is placed in the center. A line starts of those who have gnosis and are willing to give.

To do so, you put your hands inside the bowl, the water representing the barrier to the spirit world.

The instructions to do so are first said in Navajo by Kalea, then repeated in English.

((If a character steps forward to put their hands in and offer gnosis, please post so here and how much you are donating ))

Mallory Blackrock is first to do so, holding a carefully weaved necklace in her hands and leaving it at the bottom of the bowl before she steps aside for Hok'ee next in line.

"Spirits, please accept my humble offering."

Hok'ee steps forward as the first in line

Sasha immediately responds, hoping up to offer her gnosis proudly.

((3 given when it's her turn))

If given a chance to speak "thank you spirits for your guidance and protection "

Charlie steps forward almost immediately, with drawing something from her pocket she waits in line.

1 gnosis and a flowering cacti bloom.

Rebecca had entered the moot in her more casual attire consisting of jeans, boots and a nice shirt. Her hair was up in a loose pony tail, her eyes scanning over the faces of those in attendance. The gun at her hip was not hidden, secured in its holster. She stayed towards the back.

Octavia came in and stood toward the back. Away from everyone so that she could have a good view (she's not nearly as tall as she thinks she is) and could still listen attentively, hands tucked into her pants pockets and glancing around at the faces she had seen before and taking note of the ones she hadn't.

Sandy rises, a small petty chuckle as for a moment she considered trying to go first to dunk her hands in the bowl of water. Let the rest of the sept have to deal with the dusty grime she leaves behind in it. Especially Sasha that looks like a fashion model. But she plays nice, waiting until near the end to walk up and offer her hands into the water.

"Fer you Cactus. Thank you for your protection." then whispered to the spirits, nodding her head to indicate the rest "these clowns are gonna need it."

((2 gnosis given))

Siwon looks around hesitantly before approaching Kalea "Can I get in line? Is it okay that I'm a bird?" he didn't want to mess up the hosts ritual

Kalea closes her eyes and places a hand on her cheek trying not to all out facepalm. "Please if you have gnosis the spirits would love your offer."

Kin in general rarely gave gnosis at a moot. Nothing about this moot was normal, she waived in allowing the corax kinfolk.

Then he gets in line to give what he has, when it is his turn - and he'll wait for the garou kin to go first because this was their ritual and he was a guest.  Garou have weird pecking orders.

When it's his turn he dunks the hands in "Hi cactus. I'm birdkin and.. I know I don't have much but... here's what I got. Sorry, it's all I got. Thanks for all your help."

Maybe he's nervous and talks stream of conscience when he's nervous. Maybe it was something lost in translation.


(3 gnosis given)

Sasha is shot dirty looks from the fifty kinfolk who are here as refugees from the LA sept. There is some unease about how non-traditional it is to have a moot run with only one True born, who has yet to show his face.

There were four out of towners who also give their offering of gnosis, they flock together and a few people on the escort mission recognize their faces as people who drove or can with Left-For-Dead.

((OOC: I'll wait just a little longer so people can post their intros or giving gnosis - if they have it))