The Records Room

[Jeremy]

On one of the hotel’s lower floors Jeremy Starke was, as most times, sequestered in Records Room. It had once been one of the meeting rooms for the hotel, but was now Jeremy’s official workspace. Or really, the official workspace of the pack’s historian, but as that was him at the moment, it was his. It was also the closest thing to an audio/visual mecca within probably at least 50mile radius. And he was currently engrossed with worshipping at the altar of Doom III. Seriously, that game was one of the best first person shooter’s ever. Only thing worth mentioning in its presence would be Halo. Or Halo II….


He had just vanquished a particularly nasty cadre of opponents, giving a triumphant “HA!” to no one in particular when his stomach demanded his attention. He was hungry. Hungryhungryhungryhungryhungry. Moreso than he should have been because it was a safe bet that he’d probably been playing the game during the times everyone else would have seen fit to partake of the meal called dinner. Maybe it was time he ventured out.

No doubt like some of the others in the hotel, Jeremy had kind of sensed someone knew about. And while he was quite curious on the matter, he had been otherwise occupied already. Doom first, new people later. Or rather right now food first, more Doom second, new people third……ish

Continued in: The Kitchen

[Jeremy]

Continued from: The Hallway [/I]

Doomy doomy doom do doomy doom doom doom…

By the time he’d reached the Records Room again Jeremy was still singing internally, humming externally. As usual, he’d been fairly oblivious to anyone he’d passed along the way unless some random thing caught his attention, as there were more than enough trains of thought inside his brain to keep him occupied at the moment.

He really hoped that Adrian would let him help if he ended up making any king of Goldbergian contraptions for catching rats…

And hey, he hadn’t really gotten to talk to the new person….

But hey, sandwich for later…

And he should probably go over more of the records before doing anything else….

But- DOOM….

Or maybe Halo…

And he was really kind of a hermit type, really, wasn’t he? Or maybe a Hobbit type….

Jeremy snickered at that, briefly pulled from his thoughts as he came to the Records Room, glancing around the hallway and seeing that thankfully, no one had seen him laughing, as they probably would be wondering exactly what it was that had gotten into the Historian’s mind THIS TIME. Stupid moon, messing with his head.

You would expect for a room that someone like Jeremy spent so much time in to be more disorganized than it was, but everything had its place and everything was in it. At least as far as anything pertaining to his pack duties went that was the case. His personal belongings were a bit more scattered and it wouldn’t be very unlikely to find an empty soda can here or games and memory cards strewn over a small area, disks and cds about in odd places, or a half full bag of chips sitting all to its lonesome, although neatly closed with a chip clip. And ooh, chips! They would go lovely with this sandwich a bit later.

The room held two stations of a sort, one obviously being Jeremy’s personal space, it being the spot where some of the clutter that might be seen about was centered, and decorated with an odd knick knack or two and stickers or perhaps markers or paint if the whim had struck him to do so. The other was a much more polished, official looking machine. This one was unmarred and apparently taken care of almost meticulously: the official records workstation. Both computers were linked so that Jeremy could access information from either spot, but his own was also laden down with games and graphics and other such things.

Sitting down the sandwich at his computer, Jeremy took a seat in front of the other workstation, fingers flying across the keys, the sequence for accessing the pack’s files more than automatic to him by now. Calling up a random file, Jeremy began skimming through its contents, making a decided effort to note specific details despite of his own natural ability to do so: dates, places, names. Truth was, Jeremy knew the contents of several of the pack’s records by heart and was working on increasing his familiarity with them each day. That was the way it had always been with the he and Damien, really. Packs moved and roamed and changed, and information wasn’t always the easiest or the most important thing to transport, but if the historian was still alive, so was the history. After a time, Jeremy stretched, blue-gray eyes moving about the room, stopping on the Aquinas statue that perched atop the monitor to his personal computer. He was suddenly hit with the urge to take a nap but knew that at the moment he was far too hyper for any such endeavor to suceed. Stupid, STUPID moon…

[Jeremy]

Continued from: The Lobby

After literally running into Kyle, Jeremy hadn't wasted any time in scurrying back to the Records Room, somehow managing to almost finish off his bowl of fruit loops on the way. He sat down at his personal terminal as he finished the cereal and then quickly logged into the system, scanning a few files he wasn't entirely familiar with. Now they were pretty much committed to memory. Ask Jeremy anything about the pack history and more likely than not he'd know it off the top of his head, and really, would probably be a bit upset at himself if he didn't.

His own yawn reminded him that he was supposed to be getting back to sleep, so she shuffled back to the couch and once again burrowed under the blanket, pulling the soft covering over his head. Unless awoken before then, he'd probably awake again in a few hourse then proceed to get progressively more and more 'hyper' as the night approached. Such was the way of Jeremy and the full moon. And if there was any exciting dreaming during his nap, there may be a foot twitch or two.

[Jeremy]

Apparently Jeremy's sleep hadn't been meant to last as long as he'd intended for it to. That was simply the case with him sometimes. His mind had intentions of one kind and the rest of him had a whole nother set all planned out. It was kind of frustrating at times, especially since he'd planned on napping and his brain simply wouldn't shut down, practically screaming 'use me, dangit!' and certainly not slowing down enough for him to sleep. Perhaps it had been a mistake to sift through a few records before trying to rest. Well at the least, he should return his now empty bowl to the kitchen instead of letting it linger around. He wasn't that messy. In fact, he kept the terminal and other parts of the Records Room that were for official pack uses very tidy, it was only his personal space that was…not quite so much the same.

Continued in: The Hallway[/I]

[Jeremy]

Continued from The Hallways[/I]

Jeremy was like a homing missile, already having picked out the items he needed and going over the list in his mind. Dashing here and there, he picked up random scattered papers. Mostly it was things that were going to be thrown away- random flyers, newspaper ads, a magazine or two. Thumping the pile down on the desk, he let that be for a moment and went straight for the small wastebasket, simply dumping its current contents out on the floor. He’d pick them up later. It’s not exactly like anyone besides him was ever in here anyway, so he could take time cleaning up his own mess. And he always did. The pile then went into the wastebasket. There, that was done. Just one more thing- where was it? Swiveling his head to look back and forth around the room, Jeremy did a quick scan of the area before moving to rummage through a few desk drawers. No, not there. Around his desk, around the records terminal- nothing. Where else? The couch, maybe, the couch! Shoving his hand around between the cushions, Jeremy fumbled around until his fingers found what he was looking for. With a triumphant exclamation of “Ha!” he was off and moving, grabbing the wastebasket with contents and was out the door.

Continued in The Hallways[/I]

[Jeremy]

continued from: The Hallways[/I]

Upon entering his ‘domain’ of sorts, Jeremy set aside the trash can and the burnt remnants within. He would deal with whatever mess was inside later. As for now he was going to sit down….and play some Warcraft. Oh yeah. Fingers flying over his keypad, Jeremy took a moment to see who else was online and take a quick stock of things. Everything seemed to be in order. Game on, bitches. The Jermeister is back.

[Jeremy]

WOW was fun, but for a mind like Jeremy's it took several things during any certain span of time to keep him occupied. He was one of those gamers who could just as easily spend all day engrossed in a particular mission as he could log on for ten minutes, see what was going on, and then log off to go do something else. right now his attention was wandering so maybe it was time so shuffle along elsewhere.

Continued in:The Hallways[/i]

[Jeremy]

Post Timeskip

Taking a step backwards, Jeremy circled his makeshift workspace, surveying everything with a keen eye. Not that a full circumnavigation was needed, since he remembered exactly what the total 360 view of things had looked like only moments before, but he was being methodical about this.

With the tense consideration of a master architect assessing his work, he took the nearby bottle in hand, as well as a final piece, preparing it to go in place. Face scrunched up in concentration, complete with his tongue poking from the corner of his mouth, Jeremy slowly and carefully leaned in, adding that one finishing touch. Once that was done he immediately backed away, took a look at the finished product, then immediately tossed his head back in a bellowing cackle that was equal parts triumphant and maniacal. No doubt anyone passing by might wonder exactly what he was kicking up such a fuss about. The accomplishment deserved the proper recognition, though. At least in his eyes it did, because the Leaning Tower of Hostess was officially done. Well, leaning tower of Hostess, Little Debbie and Sara Lee would probably be more accurate. Over the course of the day, Jeremy had emptied out his own stocks as well as purloined anything sweet in the hotel that feel into the category of 'snack' or 'cake' or 'snack cake' and gathered them all along with several bottles of Elmer's glue. Crazy glue might have been better for the project since now the whole thing would have to go untouched for a while to give the glue time to dry, but his track record with that stuff wasn't exactly pristine. There had been an incident involving a few boxes of pencils and someone's desk-or was it ceiling- and his own arm. In any event, live and learn, so this time it was regular glue all the way. The fumes from this kind were kinda cool anyway. And at least he'd had the foresight to open the door to let some of them out so as not to get completely loopy over the several hours it took to construct the thing.

And now he wanted a ho ho. And they were all on the bottom……crap. He should have left a box aside just for once this was all done, but that would have meant leaving a little detail out of the foundation and that- almost wasn't worth it, no matter what his sweet tooth said.

[Akiko]

She hadn’t meant to walk past the records room – normally, Akiko tried to avoid it, the sight of a messy room unsettling her at the best of times; and that room was the worst of the lot. She didn’t know what had driven her to walk that way this evening, the she-wolf having no fixed destination in mind. Akiko had been distracted, thinking about the changes in her life and about the statue she had asked for, as well as wondering how she could return the favour and somehow, her feet had conspired against her to lead her this way.

The strong scent of… glue coming from the open door made her wolf buckle in the back of her mind, and so she paused outside. Her nose wrinkled up in distaste as the smells hit full force, Akiko stepping slowly and steadily inside. Partly, she did it because she was curious in a sick way – the same way you watch a car crash – to see what on earth he had gotten up to this time. There was a little bit of worry however as well, Akiko honestly believing that one of these days he was going to seriously injury himself or others in his insane stunts.

Akiko blinked a few times as she took in the… well, the Japanese female wasn’t completely sure what it was, but whatever the answer, she was very clearly unimpressed by it.

[Jeremy]

Hey now, only part of the Records Room was messy- mostly Jeremy's personal fun areas- he tried to keep the ones for official pack business tidy. Well tidy-er in comparison, really. And he would much prefer the term 'organized mess' to describe any parts of the room. No one else may be able to find what they were looking for or understand his 'unique' filing system, but there WAS a system, and he could put his hands on anything that could be requested pretty much right on demand. Heaven help them if anyone ever has to take over the job from him. They may have to start over from scratch, bless them.

The glue smell was exactly why he had the door open and good thing, right? Otherwise passersby like Akiko might have missed out on the awesomeness of his creation. Coming out of his own little world enough to realize someone else was there, Jeremy turned, giving the fighter an excited grin. "Hey, Kiko!" With his happy, slightly loopy chirp the abbreviation sounded more like a chain of copy huts than the female's name. "Awesome, right? I gotta get Mara to get a picture of this before anything happens to it." Anything as in his munchies kick in too strongly and he deconstructs the thing in the pursuit of snackage. And no, he hasn't noticed she is not sharing the excitement. Cause come on, how could you not be? It's a tower of snack cakes, omg. He should seriously do advertising on the side.

[Akiko]

If there truly was any organization to the turmoil within the Records Room then Akiko couldn’t see it and she didn’t want to, not if it meant understanding or thinking in the same way as Jeremy. He was a very loud, messy, there pack wolf. He was always there and Akiko struggled to think of the right word to describe him. She made an effort nowadays to think in English whenever it concerned one of the members of her pack, saving Japanese for private thoughts, separating them from her current life.

English was so cumbersome. She couldn’t understand how they could manage with only those words in their minds.

She stiffened at the shortening of her name, Akiko not approving of it, or the fact that he was taking such liberties. Pack was family yes, but this was her name. Aside from the minute tensing of her body and the subtle narrowing of her eyes, she let the slight pass, knowing that he didn’t mean any harm. One day perhaps though, her patience would not be so great and her understanding that they did things differently here might not stretch as far.

“It is… different Jeremy Starke.” Akiko said at last, turning her attention fully onto his ‘creation’. “Why did you make it?”

[Jeremy]

Jeremy defied description, as did most of his actions and thoughts. And he knew he could sometimes be a pain for others to put up with. It was undoubtedly one of the reasons he was so dedicated to his duties as they were- so that his presence might be somehow justified. Even as awkward and random as his interactions may be, they were still preferable to the none he would have were he on his own and alone. So it was worth it and he didn't want to purposefully do anything to jeopardize the situation, even if he often unintentionally did things that could do just that had he landed in a pack with leaders and members that weren't so tolerant and forgiving.

Funnily enough, it probably wouldn't be too difficult for him to learn to read Japanese if he ever set his mind to it. Jeremy's memory was near photographic, so if something was seen long enough to be firmly implanted in his brain, it was pretty much there for good. That was a little detail that made him even more suited to his job and did come in handy from time to time. Considering that, it could be a safe bet that there's a roster of languages, whether spoken or technological, that he knew how to decipher. Of course, actually being able to speak any of those would be another matter entirely.

Hearing the question, Jeremy tilted his head at her in slight confusion. "Why?" That wasn't a question generally asked in Jeremyland. There were far less reasons and explanations than there were actions and aftermaths. "Uh…..I was bored. And then I had this kick ass idea!" Then another thought occurred to him and he flinched, looking genuinely apologetic. "You didn't want a cupcake, did you?" Ooops.

[Akiko]

“I… no, Jeremy, I did not desire a cupcake.” Akiko was rather proud of the way she had kept her tone even as she spoke, resisting the temptation to let the disgust at the thought of eating such a sugar laden food enter her voice. There was nothing good or desirable about eating a cupcake, Akiko finding them too cloggy for her own tastes. So perhaps, on reflection, the tower was the best thing that could be made with its ‘bricks’, instead of eating the hideous little things.

She had never thought, one way or another, if Jeremy or any of the others would be able to understand her language in any of its forms. It seemed wrong to imagine too many of them speaking and reading it somehow. “You may keep all those cupcakes,” she added after a moment, dark eyes sweeping slowly over the tower. His answer hadn’t really explained the ‘why’ at all, but no doubt like so many other pack mates, Akiko decided to let the matter rest for the moment instead of trying to pursue it deeper into his mind.

[Jeremy]

The good thing about eating a cupcake was that it was tasty and held absolutely no nutritional value whatsoever. It was purely indulgent, and everyone needed a little of that in their life. Or as much of it as possible, preferably. "Awesome!" The exclamation was followed by another close examination of the tower, with specific attention paid to the bottom layer of ho hos. When that was done Jeremy moved back to his visitor, standing next to her with his hands stoically placed on his hips, face as serious as a construction foreman ensuring the stability of a site.

"Is it leaning enough? It's supposed to lean, but it's not as-" there was a flurry of indiscriminate arm gestures before he finally gave up trying to find the right one and looked at the female again. "-tilty as it should be, I think." He was going to authenticity here, after all. Authentic in the relative sense. Of course, it might lean JUST right if he took out a twinkie. Or half a twinkie.

[Akiko]

Akiko blinked slowly, feeling somehow left behind in the speed and vagueness of the conversation, brain stuttering and trying desperately to not only translate some of the more complicated words to a language she could understand but also to try and work out what Jeremy really meant – a task, she felt, that even those who had known him far longer than she had, would experience some difficulty over. Her grasp on English was not as weak as Akiko always liked to make it seem, a cowardly and yet useful way to get out of conversations she disliked but at times like this, the female fighter was honestly at a loss.

“I am not sure I understand… It is meant to… lean?” Akiko asked him carefully, knowing that the sensible thing would be to just scowl a little more at him, say goodbye and then walk off. Something was stopping her from doing that however, and whatever it was, it had just made the mistake of inviting more confused babble from the pack’s historian. Not knowing what he really meant would probably gnaw at her however and she accepted the forthcoming confusion silently.