DATE:  Wednesday, December 10, 1997
Place:  City Safehouse

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Connery House: Living Room
Contents:
Scott

Elan comes in from outside.
Jose Figueroa comes in from outside.
JJ Malone is leaning up against a wall near the window, which is partially 
   cracked despite the cold to allow the smoke from her burning cigarette to 
   escape.

Jose Figueroa's desc:
A late 20's, dark latino male with short black hair has his hands stuffed into 
   a dark blue jacket, worn with travel. His jeans are frayed around the cuffs 
   and faded on the thighs to a greyish white. His work boots have got to be 
   from the 80's, with the sole of the right boot partially flopping at the 
   toe. He wears a red plaid flannel shirt, with a once-white t-shirt 
   underneath.
His features are reminiscent of an Aztec statue, with flat nose, puffy eyes 
   and round face.

Scott is leaning against the far wall from the bay windows, arms crossed over 
   his chest.
Cutter comes in from outside.
Jimmy Wilson comes in from outside.
Esther comes in from outside.
Hank comes in from outside.
Piddles comes in from outside.
Casper comes in from outside.
Cutter moves inside, quickly shutting the door. Probably not on anybody 
   flooding in behind him.
Reggie comes in from outside.
Piddles ambles through to stand close to his packmates.
Reggie brushes melting snowflakes off his head and fur jacket, as he continues 
   to huff, catching his breath after the walk up the driveway, his lit 
   cigarette held in stained hands.
Pete Barlow comes in from outside.
Jimmy Wilson wanders in with the rest of Cavall in tow, a pizza box held under 
   his arm.
Esther, entering just after her packmate, takes a glance at the cigarette, 
   grimaces, and takes a few steps away from him. "No offence, Rags. The smell 
   gets to me these days."
JJ Malone is leaning up against a wall near the window, which is partially 
   cracked despite the cold to allow the smoke from her burning cigarette to 
   escape. As people begin to trickle in, she watches them predatorily, but 
   unmoving and silent.
Scott is leaning against the wall furthest from the bay window. He 
   says,"Thanks for showing up, everyone. Let's give it a few more minutes in 
   case we have any stragglers. Then we'll get started. Sorry for the lack of 
   furnishings, but this was a bit short notice in some ways. Make yourselves 
   comfortable though."
Casper slips in and goes to stand by Elan's side, glancing about the house.
Elan stays close to the rest of Cavall, sparing a smile for Casper as the 
   'Gazer comes over.
Dillan comes in from outside.
Rholeen comes in from outside.
Jose Figueroa nods a hello to Casper, standing near but apart from Elan and 
   the rest of Cavall.
Reggie steps away from Esther as he gets another drag out of his cigarette, 
   studies further people arriving, and adruptedly crushes the cigarette in 
   his hand and moves back next to Esther, bumping her forward and himself 
   next to a wall.
Elan does a bit of a double-take, seeing Rho.
Esther stifles an aggrieved exclaimation, regains her balance, and glances at 
   Reggie in surprise.
Pete Barlow pulls off his stocking cap as he walks into the room, stuffing the 
   cap into his pocket. What's left of his hair stands out in static tufts 
   here and there and, as usual, Barlow smells of alleys and sewers. The big 
   fellow nods a smile to Scott and Cavall, moving over toward an empty space 
   near a window.
Scott returns the Elder Gnawer's smile faintly, but keeps something of a 
   withdrawn, aloof air about him.
"And this," explains Dillan, affecting the tone of a PBS narrator, entering 
   alongside Rholeen, "Is the oldest house in Saint Claire." The Shadow Lord 
   wanders over to his packmate.
Cutter nods his head. "Dee. Lovely to see you again. And your charming 
   companion?" he asks, affecting a nearly civilised nearly Boston accent.
JJ Malone's nose wrinkles fastidiously, but she gives Pete a terse nod of 
   greeting before returning to her perusal of the rest of the crowd. She 
   grimaces with undirected anger for a moment, the aura about her turning 
   darkly brooding.
Rholeen walks in after Dillan, looking a tad reluctant at first to enter as 
   she notices how many people are already hear. Gamely she replies to Dillan, 
   "All the furniture must be in a museum I suppose."
Jimmy Wilson eyes the place, apparently not impressed by the interior 
   decorator's skills. "Place could use a bit a' paint," he says quietly to 
   his packmates. "Anyone bring a can?"
Reggie's palms flip upwards and he whispers a "Sorry", the word heavy on the 
   initial s. He glances out beyond Esther at the crowd, then pulls back, 
   pressing himself to the wall.
Jose Figueroa stands in the corner, chewing disinterestedly at a butt of a 
   cigar.
Elan chuckles. "Got some in my pack.."
Dillan jerks a thumb over his shoulder, indicating Rholeen for Cutter. 
   "Y'ain't never met Rho?" He steps aside, to let the Strider introduce 
   herself, snorting in response to the furniture. "Either that or it's 
   rotted."
Cutter says "Met briefly. Not f'long, while back. Good t'see ya again."
Seirian comes in from outside.
Hank grins.
Jimmy Wilson sits down on the floor, then decides to just lean back and relax 
   against a wall. "Let's see how shit goes b'fore we offer our professional 
   services as house painters, E-man. Got any a' that neon green left?"
Scott takes a deep breath and looks over the assembled Garou. "Okay, time to 
   start this, I guess. Someone want to close the door. Good." He waits until 
   said door is closed, taking a very business like, even manner, something at 
   odds to what some may be used to from the personable and charismatic 
   Galliard. "We are meeting here tonight to talk about some things. Keep the 
   lines of communication up, and to decide how things are going to run in the 
   city. I've got some ideas on that matter, running the city, but before I 
   start with them, is there anyone that wants to claim the position of elder 
   for affairs in the city?" He looks over the crowd again, assessingly.
Elan gives an affirmative nod, and turns to listen to Scott.
Rholeen nods to Cutter, taking her cap off briefly to tuck a stray lock under 
   it.
Jimmy Wilson looks to Barlow for a moment, then back to Scott. He remains 
   silent, for now. He seems suddenly much more serious than he did in his 
   idle banter with packmates.
Cutter catches his lip in his teeth and surveys the room.
JJ Malone speaks up, mood still dark. "You make it sound like a required 
   position, or something. I don't think there should be one, at least not out 
   of *this* group."
Seirian gets in just before the door's closed, catching her breath and looking 
   around.
Cutter looks to JJ, surprised yet pleased.
Dillan quickly follows JJ's lead, voicing his opinion after the Metis. "YEah, 
   sounds good. I ain't see any idea for it neither. Things runnin' fine far 
   as I can tell."
Jimmy Wilson smirks at JJ's response, obviously amused. He doesn't challenge 
   it, however.
Pete Barlow taps a cigarette from a pack of unfiltered camels he's pulled from 
   his pocket. He lights one before looking over at Scott. "Last city elder 
   got killed ... by one of our own. Not a fuckin' good precedent. And before 
   that, some shit-mouthed Walkers."
JJ Malone slides a hard glance over at Pete. "Last one wasn't accepted as city 
   elder by everyone, either. And keep your mouth off my family unless you're 
   lookin' to start something."
Pete Barlow glances back at Shades, shaking his head. "Somethin' you can't 
   finish? Hardly the time or place, girl." Barlow looks back at Scott now, 
   smoke trailing out his mouth.
Esther leans back against the wall, hand hitched around the opposite arm, and 
   just watches. Watches, and listens, for now.
Dillan eyes his packmate for a moment, then rolls his eyes as Barlow speaks. 
   "Yeah, an it was /obviously/ premeditated," he mumbles, probably loud 
   enoguh to be overheard. "Sounds it's guaranteed to go down again." Mmm. 
   Sarcasm. Yum.
Jimmy Wilson's eye narrows as he bites down on his lower lip, keeping whatever 
   comments he has on this to himself... for now.
Cutter nudges Dillan.
JJ Malone refuses to back down, and says through a chilly mask, "Then keep a 
   civil tongue in your head until it is."
Scott glances back to the Glasswalker, his expression tight and says,"That's 
   about how I feel about it as well. However, if someone wants to try and 
   take the position, I want to hear about it now and not in a week or two 
   later when it could gum up the works." He glances over the room, and 
   says,"I'll take that silence to mean no one wants to claim the position, 
   then. Good. I really don't think there's a Garou in St. Claire right now 
   that is ready for it right now, and most of the other pack alphas agree. 
   Things are /not/ running fine right now." He glances between the other two 
   Fostern, and then over the room, his presence becoming more tangible and 
   commanding,"That will do. The point of tonight is not to dredge up the 
   past. It's over, all of you grow up and deal with it."
Jimmy Wilson sighs. "This kinda bullshit arguing's gonna happen no matter 
   what," he says quietly to his packmates. "Everyone's gotta bigger dick than 
   everyone else. Even the chicks. If, uh, JJ's a chick, that is."
Elan folds his arms and listens, looking at his packmates from time to time.
Piddles squints at Jimmy. "Why'd dat bee good? It draggin' da groun' azza 
   loop, yah?"
Jimmy Wilson just shrugs at Pid.
Seirian finds something to lean against as she watches and listens.
Pete Barlow looks from JJ to Scott, shaking his head. "Spit you plan out. 
   Enough with the preamble already."
JJ Malone gives Scott a surly shrug, but for whatever reason, she subsides to 
   listen as Pete drops it as well.
Scott takes a deep breath, the anger dancing behind his eyes as he looks over 
   the room again. "Now, if we are through with that. It's simple really. Pack 
   Alphas in conjunction with the Walker and Gnawer Elders are the people 
   that'll make any decisions that affect all of us that need to be made. What 
   is more important though is that you tell your alpha or elder anything you 
   hear that might be of use for any of us to know. They'll be responsible for 
   passing it on to the others. I don't want to see the city become a cluster 
   fuck communication wise like it was six months ago. That may have been fine 
   for then, but we've got five packs or more as well as any number of 
   unpacked Garou running about now. We have to keep talking with one another."
Hank tilts his head as he listens, considering Scott's words.
Reggie murmurs to Esther after the Fang's speech.
Esther seems to agree with Reggie's remark, giving a short nod of the head, 
   and a quiet reply.
Rholeen idly picks some paint off the windowsil she's leaning against, her 
   eyes failing to reflect interest at the speaker's words.
Piddles lowers himself to the floor and picks an annoying bit of gravel out of 
   his callused feet. His attitude suggest that were he in lupus, his ears 
   would be twitching in all directions.
Scott glances between Esther and Reggie. "This is an open meeting. If you have 
   something to say, feel free to say it."
Jimmy Wilson just turns to regard Scott again. "As long as everyone on this 
   PTA we're puttin' t'gether gets equal billing, I'm all for it."
Esther gives a slight smile to Scott, a half shrug. "It's not totally 
   relevant, this particular point. Just that the idea we had for Rise of 
   Mercury was city-woods communications. Among other things," she adds, with 
   a sideways glance at Reggie.
Pete Barlow finishes his cigarette, dropping it to the ground to snub out with 
   his foot. A few seconds later, he bends down to pick it up and pocket it. 
   He smiles vaguely at Wilson's title for the committee.
Reggie nods slightly towards Esther, and offers "Communicating through my 
   alpha", a hand on his chest to explain himself.
Scott replies to Jimmy simply,"We are Garou, none of us are 'equal'. However, 
   I'm willing to listen with an open ear to what the other Alphas and Elders 
   have to say. I expect the others will as well. Well, since that seems to be 
   settled, is there anything anyone else wants to bring up. You have an idea 
   for improving communications between the Walk proper and the city, Esther?"
Esther gives a short laugh at Reggie. It's not clear if she's actually amused.
"Someone should do it," the sole Glass Walker present half-grunts, 
   half-mutters towards Esther.
Cutter glances briefly at Esther, then looks back to Scott.
Dillan shrugs. "My tribe's already in contact with our cousins at the Walk on 
   a regular basis," he states, with a hint of pride. "Every second day, even."
Casper smiles a little to himself as he stares at the floor.
Seirian continues to listen, glancing from speaker to speaker as words are 
   exchanged.
"Chain keeps us in the loop, don't it Wilson?" says Pete as he lights another 
   cigarette.
Jimmy Wilson frowns at Scott's reply to him. "I see how it is. The Man got his 
   foot on our necks, as usual. Gnawer can't get a full vote in shit." He 
   looks over to Barlow. "Sure does, Unc. That an... other stuff."
Piddles sighs and mutters to himself in a singsong sort of way.
Esther shifts her weight away from the wall, seeing the conversation has 
   turned her way. "Mercury's got people on the Bawn, in Kent Crossing, in the 
   city, and travel between 'em regularly. Keeping several ears to the ground. 
   Carry messages, hear the news. If we know how to get hold of people, we can 
   keep people in touch.
There's another rap at the door.
Pete Barlow looks over at Esther, motioning at Jimmy and Cavall with his 
   cigarette. "You know how to get in touch with the Gnawers?"
Jose Figueroa yawns loudly and genuinely, his unlit cigar falling onto the 
   ground. He picks it up and resumes chewing on it.
JJ Malone straightens at the sound of the knock, reflexively looking over to 
   Scott for cues, her hand starting to go under the lapel of her jacket.
Esther gives Pete a cautious affirmative. "Some of them. Always open to 
   suggestions."
Jimmy Wilson's hand goes for his pizza box, as much by reflex as JJ's to, 
   well, whatever she's reaching for.
The rap repeats.
Scott narrows his eyes at Jimmy. "You can put away the oppressed minority crap 
   right now, Wilson. You get treated a hell of a lot better than your tribe 
   does elsewhere. What I said is true. All Garou aren't equal, deal." He 
   looks over to Esther and nods once. "Sounds like a good idea. How about you 
   make sure to contact all the alphas and elders in the city with your 
   messages. They'll be responsible for passing it down the chain so your job 
   isn't too big?"
Pete Barlow looks from Esther to the door. "Anybody gonna get it?"
Scott says "Malone, you want to see who that is, please?"
Elan straightens his shoulders, and looks to Jiimy, then to Scott.
Hank chews his lip, glancing between Scott and Jimmy.
JJ Malone nods without question, threading through the room with her hand 
   under her jacket. She opens the front door a crack, standing away from it 
   to peer out, keeping herself partially shielded by the heavy oak.
Jimmy Wilson chews his lower lip, looks around the room, and shrugs. "Maybe 
   yer right. Mayeb not everyone here _is_ worth a damn." He leaves it at that.
Esther looks back to Scott, nodding. "Or have each pach delagate a galliard or 
   something, as contact."
Scott says "Sure, that should work."
Seirian tenses, being somewhat close to the door. She keeps an eye on 
   JJ...among other things.
JJ Malone relaxes, and beckons whoever it is inside. "Thought you were gonna 
   leave me hangin' to the wind," she says with good-humor, stepping aside to 
   admit Rik.
Rik comes in from outside.
Piddles climbs to his feet wearily and stands with his pack, straightening to 
   somewhere near his surprising height and looming darkly over his packmates.
Jackson comes in from outside.
Jackson has arrived.
Jimmy Wilson looks over to Elan. "Give whoever needs it the cell phone number, 
   yeah? If it's still workin'."
Rik brushes snow from his hair and slips through the almost openied 
   door."Sorry I'm late. Buster lived up to his name."
Caleb comes in from outside.
Elan looks to the phone on his belt. "I think it's Stuff now, man."
Jackson slips in before Rik can even close the door behind him, looking 
   quickly around before he puts both boots inside. "Hey," he says, quietly, 
   nodding once.
Jimmy Wilson grins at Elan. "Hell, give 'em the number anyhow."
Cutter reacts defencively, nearly clocking Jackson, but pulling back early.
Rik reacts defencively, nearly clocking Jackson, but pulling back early.
JJ Malone's hand is going back under the jacket reflexively before she 
   recognizes the Bone Gnawer following Rik, giving him a tight-lipped scowl, 
   but not disallowing his entrance. She closes the door and re-locks it 
   behind them, before going back to her place near the window.
Pete Barlow looks over from where stands near one wall, nodding to Jackson and 
   then Rik. "So, set me square then right up front. Who /are/ the members of 
   this PTA?"
Jackson ducks and dodges back, the motion as instinctive as Rik's. "Whoa, 
   sorry there, m'man," he says, both his palms-forward in front of him. He 
   checks JJ's acceptance before hurrying to find a place near Barlow.
Rik mutters "Sorry." as well and looks even more uncomfortable as he looks 
   around the room.
Scott replies shortly,"The alphas of the city packs. Jimmy, Kyle, whoever ends 
   up as Edge's Alpha, Esther, myself. As well as whoever the Gnawer and 
   Walker elders are. I believe Malone is Walker elder, and you Gnawer, Pete?"
Caleb looks back at JJ as she goes to close the door, standing as he is on the 
   stoop itself. He glances at her, finally saying simply, "Scott said there 
   was some sort of meeting here tonight."
Jimmy Wilson looks at the way cool Micky Mouse watch on his wrist, taps it a 
   few times, then puts it up to his ear. "Got much more a' this jabber?" he 
   asks. "I got patrol in a few minutes."
"Have been for a well over a year now, Scott, practically two," says Barlow 
   with a shake of his head and a nod over to Wilson. "Sounds like a plan then 
   to me. How 'bout we hold the next meetin' of the PTA at the Rialto? 
   Somewhere around the next no moon?"
Rholeen moves a hand over her mouth to disguise a yawn and takes this time to 
   study the fascinating swirled patterns to be found in the ceiling.
JJ Malone studies Caleb with a harsh look, then asks, "What's your name. Say 
   it loudly."
Scott says "That works for me. One more thing before people go. Some bodies 
   turned up mutilated the other night downtown. That one of us, or something 
   else?"
Caleb considers briefly before answering. "Caleb Matthews," he says finally, 
   loud enough to satisfy.
Kyle comes in from outside.
Casper pipes up quietly, "Uh, in an abandoned lot by chance? By the Regan Hope 
   Project?"
Scott says "I think."
Casper nods and gestures to Jose, "Jose, Chase and I heard some gunshots when 
   we were in the park... we went over and found some vampires and a large 
   bane or something killing a gang. We fought them and killed most of them..."
Kyle doesn't bother knocking, stepping through the front door as if he owns 
   the place. No apology for his tardiness is offered, he just finds a nearby 
   wall and leans against it.
Scott glances over towards Caleb and JJ. "I know him, Malone. Let him in."
Elan nods at Casper's description. "Yep. We got fuckin' leeches again..."
Scott then does a slight double take as he catchs the word 'vampire'.
Jose Figueroa simply nods at Casper's story.
JJ Malone is standing with Caleb at the front door, and allows Kyle to pass 
   without a word, waiting on Scott. When she gets the okay, she allows the 
   Stargazer passage as well, finally shuts the door and re-locks it and finds 
   her place by the window opened a sliver. She's scowling, apparently having 
   kept up on the discussion at the same time.
Casper nods, and looks to Jose, "We took down two leeches and the big monster 
   thing... the other two got away, that's right isn't it Jose?"
Scott lets out a long breath, and asks,"When did this happen, again?"
Jose Figueroa considers Casper, running the events back in his mind. Finally, 
   he nods in agreement.
Rholeen starts a little as vampires are mentioned, but as the discussion 
   continues she relaxes once again. Still she seems to be paying a little 
   more attention now.
Caleb slips in and finds someplace unobtrusive to perch, near the door. His 
   quiet eyes are keen on the conversation, and though he doesn't speak or 
   move an awful lot, there is an intensity about how he listens, slightly 
   charged.
Elan nudges Casper and his tribemate. "Tell 'em."
Kyle seems to have caught up on the conversation as well, because his 
   expression has gone from cold to arctic. From his side of the room he 
   grates out a command, "Shit like that goes down in the park, you let me, or 
   someone else in Untouchables know. I'm in the book, Kyle Rohan."
Casper looks to Elan questioningly and then says after a second of thought. 
   "While we were fighting them, someone in the shadows shot one of the 
   leeches who was about to open fire on Jose... we don't know who it was."
Jimmy Wilson shoots a glance at Kyle. "You fucking own the Park now? If you'da 
   fucking bothered ta show up on fucking time, you'd find out that we're 
   meeting so we can fucking discuss com-fucking-munication. I can tell you 
   about something else that happened in the Park, since I heard ya missed it."
Chaser comes in from outside.
Pete Barlow folds his arms across his chest, listening now with a grim 
   expression on his face.
Dillan steps up to answer to Jimmy. "Yeah, yeah we do. Shit goes down in the 
   park, chances are I already know 'bout it anyhow. Ain't no-one else lookin' 
   after the Park but us."
JJ Malone answers the door again without prompting, admitting Chaser with a 
   scowl still on her expression, returns to her spot by the window.
Pete Barlow looks over at Dillan's comment. "Is that so, boy?"
Cutter rolls his eyes.
Jimmy Wilson stares at Dillan. "Ah, okay. I see. You ain't seen me an' my 
   boys, or the leeches crawlin' all over the place, but you own it? Thanks 
   for clearing that up for all of us."
Chaser stamps the snow from her boots and slips in. "Colder'n'a witch's tit 
   out there," she announces dryly. She finds her way to Kyle and settles 
   against the wall, arms crossed.
Dillan nods at Barlow, "Duh. Ain't see no-one else there six nights a week."
Chaser glances at Dillan. "Harbor Park?" she asks.
Kyle turns his glare on Jimmy Wilson, his scowl deepening. "Park's 
   Untouchable's territory. Y'all can come and go as they please there. But I 
   want to be fucking told if there are fucking leeches on our fucking 
   territory."
Jimmy Wilson looks over to Barlow, listens to Dillan's answer, and bursts out 
   laughing.
Scott states flatly,"The Park is no one's territory. And I thought you just 
   said you were out at the Caern every other night Dillan. Kind of hard to be 
   at the Caern and the park."
Scott adds, glancing pointedly to Kyle,"Unless you want to claim it from Brian 
   and Robert?"
Jose Figueroa grins to himself in the corner of the room, his cigar sliding to 
   the side of his mouth, finding a great resting place where some teeth 
   should be.
Chaser snorts quietly. "Sides, none a you were here when /we/ were cleaning it 
   up." She gives Jimmy a hard look. "And I ain't seen mucha /you/, 
   territorial-boy."
Jimmy Wilson looks at Scott, and nods. "Untouchables'a been trying ta claim 
   the Park for fucking ever. From what I remember, the Sept Alpha himself 
   said that the Park's neutral ground, owned by the Sept. Of course, it's 
   only the Sept Alpha, and the Untouchables are, well, untouchable. Fuckheads.
Kyle turns to Scott, his frown downright malevolent. "I'll do that."
Dillan's obviously somewhat annoyed at this point - that much is discernable 
   from the tone of his voice. "I guess someone needs to open their fuckin' 
   ears up. I said my tribe's in touch with the ranger Lords. Ain't mean I 
   haul my own ass out to the Caern every other night unless I says I haul my 
   ass out there."
Elan glances to Kyle, his eyes wide.
A knock comes at the front door of the house.
Jimmy Wilson shrugs. "I been there. If you can't see a ragabash in the dark, 
   it just means I'm too damn good for you."
Scott takes a deep breath,"Jimmy, don't start something here. This isn't the 
   time or the place. Kyle's Fostern, you aren't." He glances over at Kyle and 
   give him a curt nod before saying,"You better get your packmate in line 
   Kyle, I'm not about to take his shit."
JJ Malone speaks up into the fray finally. "Yeah, which means Untouchables has 
   been making a point of watching over that place *as their territory* for 
   well over a year now. If people have a problem with it, God damn challenge 
   them, and quit your fucking bitching." She finishes crossing the floor to 
   the door, and opens it angrily, literally taking a step back as she sees 
   who it is.
Cutter pulls out his pistol and starts emptying the bullets from it in a very 
   businesslike manner.
Another derisive sound comes from Chaser's throat. This time she merely eyes 
   Wilson disgustedly. "You're cruisin' for a bruisin, /Cliath/."
Jimmy Wilson shrugs. "Yeah, right. Sure. I wanna clear something up, though. 
   Don't go callin' me territory-boy, since I've only laid claim ta what's 
   mine, not the Park, that's everyone's. I ain't the one here that's 
   _starting_ shit. I'm just pointin' out the facts, since no one else, ranked 
   or not, seems ta have the balls for it. It's my job as a ragabash." He 
   grins widely.
Seirian shakes her head and looks away from the tension, towards the door, 
   just in time to see JJ take a step back.
JJ Malone begins recovering. "Uh. Yes, of course," she says to whoemver is out 
   there. She steps aside from the door with obvious deference.
Brian comes in from outside.
Almost scowling, Chaser leans back. "And as your elder it's /my/ job to tell 
   ya when your mouth's writin' checks y'ass can't cash." Her voice is dry, 
   sharp, and she gives the Gnawer a dark look. "Drop it."
Kyle's shoulders rise and fall, the small gesture revealing a tremendous 
   amount of pent up rage. "Scott, Jimmy. You wanna challenge me about that 
   territory, fine. Do so. Otherwise you can shut the fuck up about it."
Cutter holsters his pistol with some annoyance.
Pete Barlow shakes his head as he looks around the room. "The Fang's right, 
   though Untouchables never did pay much for shit attention to anybody else." 
   He looks over at Kyle. "Whether you claim it or not don't matter much. It's 
   free fuckin' range. Fiannaboy's word matters at least that much." Barlow 
   doesn't seem to have noticed the latest arrival.
Brian enters the house empty-handed, and offers a slight and grateful smile to 
   JJ. The expression evaporates when the noise from the conversation/argument 
   reaches him.
Dillan cheers Kyle on, thrilled at his alpha's stance. "Woodaddy! Throw down 
   that old-school shit!"
Seirian blinks quickly and straightens from her lean as Brian walks in.
Jimmy Wilson just shrugs and yawns, not too impressed by all the threats being 
   tossed his way. "Yeah, I'll drop it. Sure. Right."
Elan simply keeps his arms crossed, watching Scott.
Chaser settles against the wall, withdrawing, having said her piece for now. 
   Annoyance still shows in her tense posture, as she mutters, "Speak of the 
   devil." She glances Brian's way and offers a humorless smile. "Same shit, 
   different day, Fiannaboy. Some things just don't change."
Scott doesn't appear to be to pleased right now, and the forceful presence of 
   his Charisma mirrors that. "I really don't give a flying fuck who takes the 
   territory, Kyle. I'm just pointing out what I understand things to be. 
   Cause the whole point of this meeting is to try and get us working 
   together, not at each other's throats. Dillan, shut up. And you and I are 
   going to have words when this is over."
Jose Figueroa is tired of leaning against the corner wall. He plops down to 
   the floor crossing his legs.
Hank shakes his head, frowning, and just listens.
JJ Malone skulks surrepitiously around Brian, back to her place of safety 
   against the wall near the window, hand already digging into the pocket of 
   her jacket for a pack of Salems and a silver zippo.
Jackson peels back his lips from his teeth, momentarily fierce, and looses a 
   half-growl from the back of his throat, but he remains shoulder to the 
   wall. Watchful, intent on the conflict, but distinctly apart.
Kyle crosses his arms over his chest. "Then what I said goes. You let 
   Untouchables know if shit goes down in the park. Common goddamned 
   courtesy." The irony of the last bit clearly misses Kyle's narrow view.
Brian glances briefly up towards the ceiling; for a moment the emotions that 
   everyone is familiar with near the gibbous and full moon play across his 
   features, but they're just as quickly gone, supressed, swallowed. He splits 
   his attention between Pete and Kate, and says, quietly and in a calm and 
   diplomatic tone, "I don't really care much for that nickname. I'd prefer 
   you called me Brian."
Dillan directs a scowl at Scott, but sinks back behind Cutter, folding his 
   arms over his chest.
Brian then turns his eyes over towards Scott without waiting for an answer 
   from the others. "Forgive the interruption," he says quietly, before 
   looking for someplace to sit.
Caleb's quiet eyes study Brian thoughtfully from his corner, weighing the 
   others' reactions to the Sept Alpha, watching the interplay of the various 
   camps, lightly curious.
Rholeen sighs to herself, her fingers tapping along the wall as she watches 
   the squabbling. Her face reflects the annoyance she must be feeling.
Cutter glowers, bundling up inside coat and hat, burning willpower to stay 
   quiet.
Casper finally sits down and crosses his legs under him, staring at the floor 
   with a thoughtful look.
Scott says, his anger reigning in a little. "Yes, Kyle. You are right. We all 
   should be kept up on something like leechs popping up in the city. I 
   concerns us all." He nods to Brian, evidently noting his presence for the 
   first time. He blinks and then nods. "No problem, Brian. Make yourself as 
   comfortable as you can be." He takes in and lets out a deep breath, before 
   asking,"Okay, who wants first shot and finding out what the deal is with 
   these leechs?"
Jose Figueroa immediately looks at Elan and Casper after Scott asks.
Jimmy Wilson sits down on his pizza box and just shuts up. For about three 
   seconds. "So, um, anything Untouchables know that's goin' down that they 
   wanna share with the rest of the class?" he asks.
Chaser blinks at Brian's words--and then a hint of her usual cynical humor 
   returns. "Apologies." She gives the Fianna a curt nod, barely deferential. 
   A creak of leather sounds as she crosses both arms over her chest again, a 
   little tighter. "I'm in with whoever calls it," she says quietly. A shrug 
   follows, and explanation. "I can track."
JJ Malone's free hand clenches involuntarily, but she merely shifts in her 
   lean against the wall restlessly, most of the smoke from her cigarette 
   being sucked out the barely open window.
Esther shifts her feet slightly, suddenly realising she's the only philodox in 
   the room. "In what way? What happened, or why it happened?"
Cutter growls quietly "Yeah. News flash from Un Tee. I hear rumours Wilson's 
   lookin' for a fat lip."
Chaser straightens just enough to set a warning hand on Cutter's shoulder. Her 
   gaze doesn't leave Scott, but her grip on the Shadow Lord tightens a 
   fraction.
Jimmy Wilson smiles. "I thought so. Nothing. For all their patrolling an' 
   shit, they got nothing but threats. That's their job, I guess: Threatening 
   the rest a' the city, an' acting all superior an' shit, but not doing 
   anything real."
Casper sighs and looks to Jose, shrugging.
Scott stiffens, and glares at the Bone Gnawer ragabash. "Jimmy, this is the 
   last time. One more cheap shot like that and you are gone, do you 
   understand? My patience is thin enough, do /not/ start something with 
   Untouchables here. If you are going to, wait til we are done." The Silver 
   Fang's eyes blaze, adding force to the command of his words and the 
   authority his presence and position offers over the cliath.
Kyle shakes his head slowly, tensely. "Gone don't even start to describe it," 
   he mutters.
Rholeen crosses her arms, a look of annoyance growing on her face. She almost 
   says something before catching herself.
Jimmy Wilson looks offended. "I wasn't threatenin' no fat lip, an' asked a 
   serious question? But... I apologize if my stating the obvios is pissin' 
   people off." He sits down and shuts up, this time for more than three 
   seconds.
Brian seats himself on the floor, incidentally somewhat close to Rholeen. He 
   flashes a smile up over his shoulder at her.
Jose Figueroa opens his eyes wider at Casper, almost imploring.
JJ Malone sneers faintly. "Or, maybe it could be argued that there are people 
   here with no respect for what's right." She snorts, and takes a long drag 
   on her cigarette.
Scott clenchs his teeth, grinding them before continuing a little 
   quietly,"Kyle, Harbor Park is where your people run, you want first crack 
   at the leechs? I'd just like to know who is, so if I run across something 
   related to it, I know who I should tell."
Seirian drops down to a crouch, propping her head up on one elbow and eyeing 
   the conversation.
Casper clears his throat waiting for a break in the clamour of harsh words, he 
   looks to Scott, "I'll volunteer to help... and I think Jose wants to too, 
   with the vampires that is... I mean, we'll do what we can."
Rholeen blinks at the Alpha's smile, but can only manage a nod in response. 
   Apparently the discussion at hand has caught not only her attention but her 
   anger.
Kyle's head dips in a nod. "Damn straight. We'll hunt down the leeches. Any 
   help is welcome. Job'll be to cleanse the fuckers from the street and do it 
   quick and quiet."
Elan looks to Casper and nods, pleased. "Yeah. I know alot about the damn 
   things. Count me in."
Jose Figueroa relaxes back into the corner and obscurity.
Esther shrugs, and settles back against the wall.
Chaser nods tightly as her hand slides from Cutter's shoulder. Leaning against 
   the wall again, she slides down it to sit on the floor with her knees drawn 
   up. Her expression is tight, angry, exasperation clear in the 
   taut-stretched lines of her posture.
Cutter says "Only kilt one so far. Always ready t'add more."
Jimmy Wilson growls and mumbles quietly. "Leeches ain't gonna just run in the 
   Park." He turns to his packmates. "If they come inta our turf, an' I know 
   they will, we frag their asses. Any news that'll help anyone else out, pass 
   the word. That is, if they stop lording over ya long enough ta give it to 
   them."
Scott says "Alright, anyone who wants to help or finds anything out about it, 
   talk to Kyle. Anything else anyone would like to bring up? I've already 
   told most of the other Pack alphas about the ... Wyrm Fetish that was 
   stolen from SCCU, but just so those of you who haven't heard know, the 
   Anthro department dug up a Wyrm fetish not to long ago. Andrea has it now, 
   and she and my pack are dealing with it... but we've got reason to believe 
   something might have ... escaped from it. Just as a heads up, it could be 
   lurking around the city.""
JJ Malone snaps. "Jesus H. Christ, Wilson, give it a god damn rest!" Anger 
   suffusing the normally in control Walker's expression, she turns to Kyle. 
   "If you need my help, you know where I am."
Cutter says "Jesus."
Elan nods. "Kathryn got fucked up by this big ass Bane in the city. Maybe 
   that's part of it."
Cutter glances toward the door anxiously.
Chaser snorts quietly at the Gnawer's little jab, disgust clear in the sound. 
   She doesn't bother stirring to say anything, but the green eyes flick 
   toward the ceiling. Her attention then returns to Scott, and a scowl 
   darkens her face. "Could find it, if anyone has a little more info than 
   that."
Jimmy Wilson appends to his packmates: "See what I mean? Can't even talk to 
   _you_ guys without their word on it. We help them all anyhow. Good of the 
   city comes before any of this petty shit."
Brian clears his throat quietly, and then says, "I'd like to say a couple of 
   things, if I could?"
Scott shakes his head. "We aren't sure anything escaped yet, but there are 
   some signs something might have. If we get to a point we need that kind of 
   help tracking it down, I'll keep that in mind Chaser." He inclines his 
   head, seeming a touch relieved to give over control of the meeting to Brian.
Chaser rakes a hand back into her hair and gives a rueful little shake of her 
   head. Her eyes drop to study the floor, and the scowl stays put.
Jimmy Wilson sits back down squarely on his pizza box and closes his mouth. 
   Hopefully, for once, it'll stay that way.
Esther's eyes seem to reflect more wry amusement at the Gnawer trickster's 
   irreverant comments; the reactions, however, are not funny, and the moon 
   /is/ rather full for a ragabash to hope to get away with things 
   indefinately. For now, she stays quiet.
Kyle acknowledges the sundry offers of help with his customary terse nod.
Brian rises, smoothly, back to his feet, and moves to stand near a wall so 
   that more people can see him. There, before speaking, he musters his 
   weapons: personal charisma magnified several times over by lineage and 
   rank, and all of it suffused by a touch of Garou persuasive magic. The 
   desired effect is to charm the diverse audience into dropping the 
   internecine squabbling for the few moments it takes him to speak, and 
   perhaps also to get the crowd to actually take what he says to heart. 
   "Forgive me, first of all, if I speak on any topic that you've been over 
   before. I didn't find out about this until late, which is why I am so late 
   in arriving."
Pete Barlow hands a piece of red licorice to Jackson before sliding one into 
   his mouth, leaning back against a wall. The gnawer elder looks as if he's 
   watching some bit of theatre from among the groundlings. "This oughta be 
   good," he mutters to no one in particular.
Brian draws breath before going on. "The first thing I'd like to touch on is 
   this notion of 'city elder' that I've heard being discussed and bandied 
   about. I'm not entirely certain where the urban legend about this got 
   started, but let me end it here, tonight, for all of you. There is no 'city 
   elder'. There are Garou in the city who have as much authority as the other 
   Garou in the city permit them to have by not challenging them. The pecking 
   order is -- or, rather, should be -- as defined among the steel and glass 
   trees as it is among the wood and leaf trees, and ultimately leads back to 
   the Warder and the sept Alpha." He spreads his hands out at his sides 
   neutrally. "I hope that doesn't ruin anyone's night."
JJ Malone scowls faintly after Pete's words, continuing to put most of her 
   attention on Brian and demolishing her cigarette, which eases a fraction at 
   Brian's pronouncement although not much.
Kyle's lips twist into a frown of distaste, though it is not clear what 
   exactly has brought this about. He says nothing, perhaps wisely.
Jimmy Wilson remains quiet, amazingly enough. The only sounds he makes are the 
   scratching of cardboard against the floor as he adjusts his seat on the 
   pizza box.
Scott seems rather surprised by this announcement of Brian's, but remains 
   quiet as well.
Brian's eyes slide across the crowd until they find Kyle, and he goes on. 
   "Second is the issue of the Harbor Park. My expectation is simply that 
   Untouchables will allow access to the park to any Garou who desires it, and 
   in return the Garou of the city will respect the fact that Untouchables 
   will continue to watch over park as a favor to the entire sept. If they ask 
   you to do something to assist them in defending the park, I expect you to 
   do it."
"Great expectations, eh Pip?" says Barlow to no one in particular, though his 
   words are clear enough to be heard by the room. The gnawer simply shakes 
   his head, smile turning more and more cynical.
Elan listens, head turned to see the Alpha.
Bailey comes in from outside.
Rholeen relaxes at the Alpha's words, perhaps grateful at the calming 
   influence he appears to be having on the room.
There is a small knock at the door...
Scott says "Malone, would you be so kind as to get the door."
JJ Malone throws a Look at Scott, already in motion to do so, but answers the 
   door without ado, stepping aside after the cautious manner displayed 
   previously for all but Brian's arrival. "Evening, Bailey," she mutters to 
   her tribemate, giving a beckoning gesture before returning to her place 
   near the window.
Chaser takes a breath and lets it out. She glances in the direction of the 
   door, then turns her attention to the Alpha. There's a thoughtful, 
   measuring look in her eyes as she watches him.
Scott doesn't seem to catch the Glasswalker's look, his focus still on Brian 
   and his words.
Brian runs a hand back through his hair. "Third. We have neighbors in the 
   city. Mages, world-warpers, call them what you like. I expect relations 
   with them to remain functionally indifferent or better. That means they are 
   to be watched, but left alone so long as they show no signs of turning to 
   the enemy. Some of them have helped us in the past, and others are even 
   Kinfolk, and deserve to be shown this much benefit of the doubt." He 
   pauses, then states, "I expect to be speaking with their leader soon and 
   then regularly thereafter, so I will hear of it if any of you decide to 
   harm or threaten them. If you feel you have cause to do so, you will come 
   to me first. It will be *my* decision whether or not to go to war with 
   them."
Bailey nods and mutters a soft "Sorry I'm late. Work." to his elder before 
   entering, placing himself at the rear of the room, and listening.
Jimmy Wilson simply nods at this, and stares once more at his broken 
   wristwatch.
Chaser clears her throat quietly, but doesn't say anything.
Elan looks surprised, and pleased by this latest announcement. He smiles and 
   settles back in his chair.
Pete Barlow chuckles as he hears the pronouncement. "Kinfolk? I'll be damned." 
   He pulls another piece of licorice from his pocket. He looks over at 
   Jackson, "Wonder how that would be, doin' a 'bender. Somethin' to think oh, 
   eh?"
Cutter blushes slightly.
Bailey moves along the back of the room to Elan, and whispers in his ear.
Chaser coughs again, suppressing a sudden laugh.
Hank grins a little.
Caleb maintains his quiet presence in the background, taking in all the 
   information with a keen ear and the casual reticence of someone who's still 
   something of an outsider.
"Finally," Brian concludes, "I expect that no major hunts, attacks, or 
   offensives will happen in this city without my being consulted first. What 
   you do within your own territories is your own business. Beyond that, 
   despite how things might sometimes appear, you are not an island unto 
   yourselves out here, and so what goes on in the city is the sept's concern, 
   and therefore my concern."
Chaser nods slowly, her expression grim.
Jose Figueroa's head drops suddenly, his cigar falling in between his legs. He 
   quickly looks back up and rubs his eyes, standing up slowly.
Piddles gnaws at one of his fingernails distractedly.
Brian draws another breath, and then begins to move back to where he was 
   seated before. "Thank you," he says.
Pete Barlow looks over at Kyle after this last pronouncement, a moment's 
   glance perhaps to read the Get's reaction. The big vagrant nods a bit more 
   on a his licorice.
Kyle scowls, his jaw tight with suppressed aggression. He doesn't focus on 
   anyone in the room, but looks directly forward.
JJ Malone gives a few moments, before pushing herself off the wall. She seems 
   to have gotten control of her temper, settling her suit jacket into place 
   and drawing herself up. "Issues of eldership and territory, and whatnot. 
   Just a brief word about the house. The place is owned, in name at least 
   right now, but a Kinfolk. My boss. It's a safehouse, which means anyone 
   whose been cleared to be a Guest here at the Sept can use it. Also means 
   it's under the same kinds of rules of secrecy. You don't bring anyone here 
   whose not checked out. That's how Safehouses work. It's common sense. And 
   it means anyone who violates the sanctity of the House should expect to be 
   hunted down, by me at least. However," her mirror-shaded gaze rakes over 
   the rest, "I'd ask that everyone agree to it. And if you don't know what 
   happens most of the time a safehouse is violated, ask around. Who's 
   agreein'?"
Scott says "Fine, that works for me. No cubs."
Jimmy Wilson gives a little salute. "Won't get no flak from me on that. Ya got 
   my word."
Elan nods, falling in behind his pack leader.
Cutter glances to Kyle.
Bailey nods slowly at his elder's words, giving a slight shiver as well.
Dillan nods to JJ. "'sho nuff."
Jose Figueroa raises his hand slowly, putting it down just as slowly.
Hank nods slowly.
Pete Barlow looks over at Shades, nodding slowly. "Now that's some fine shit, 
   Malone, fine indeed. Didn't know you had that much sense." He smiles. "I'll 
   pass the word on to Edge. This could come in handy."
Esther gives a short nod. "Got."
Scott says "Anyone have anything else?"
Rholeen shrugs, clearly not understanding what's being discussed but willing 
   to appear agreeable.
Scott says "If not, meeting is over."
Rik moves toward Brian through the crowd.
"Don't forget that the next meetin' of the PTA board is at the Rialto when the 
   moon thins out," says Barlow as he pushes away from the wall.
Bailey rolls his eyes. "Beautiful timing, Jacobsen," he mutters to himself.
Jose Figueroa waits in the corner, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Jimmy Wilson gets up and grabs his pizza box, looking around the room for a 
   moment, scratching his scraggly chin as he contemplates something.
Casper crawls over to sit closer to Jose and Elan, muttering to them.
Chaser laughs quietly to herself, and rises slowly to her feet.
Kyle's scowl darkens, and he glances to Dillan and Cutter before stalking 
   toward the door.
JJ Malone speaks up after Barlow's words. "To be discussed. Rialto's not 
   secure." She gives him a meaningful look, past anger of the evening already 
   forgotten, but then immediately grins, gives a 'what can you do' shrug, 
   then threads her way towards Rik, waving Bailey over.
Bailey shrugs. "Guess so," he says, then walks over to Malone and her guest.
Rik lifts a hand to signal to the Fianna. "Echen?"
"Ain't supposed to be, sister," says Barlow with a laugh. He joins Wilson, 
   shaking his head. "Silly-ass Walkers. You guys goin' to get some eats now 
   or what?"
Brian is already throwing his coat back on when Rik addresses him. "Hm?"
Scott points at Dillan once it seems the meeting is breaking up. "You, over 
   here. I've got some things to say to you."
Jimmy Wilson shrugs. "Gonna go do my nightly patrol, man," he says to Barlow. 
   "But I could grab somethin' ta eat first." He makes no offer from the pizza 
   box he holds.
Rik draws up near Brian. "You got that bottle? I'd hate to think one of your 
   cubs downed a $100 bottle of whisky." He smiles, obviously not too 
   concerned.
Pete Barlow gives a nod. "Yeah, I got alleys to run too." The big Gnawer 
   glances over at Kyle. "We're short one set of claws."
Chaser frowns a little, watching the Alpha.
Jose Figueroa shrugs down at Casper's comment. "Fuckem. Put up or shut up, I 
   say," he says out loud, the first thing he's said all night.
JJ Malone, seeing Rik's attention, ignores Pete's insult and waits by turning 
   to mutter to Bailey, "Just got someone to introduce you too. Found a job, 
   then?"
Kyle doesn't answer, shouldering his way out the door with restrained fury.
Bailey nods to JJ. "Like I said, sorry I'm late." He looks around the room. 
   "Way too many new faces."
Dillan had been just about to stalk off after his Alpha, presumably in the 
   hopes of ditching out on Scott. He stops mid-step and turns to the Silver 
   Fang, giving Rholeen an apologetic look.
Bailey looks at JJ. "Have had a job for months. S'why I came to St. Claire."
JJ Malone smirks. "Come to y' in time. New faces in here for me, too," she 
   adds, glancing at Jose, then back to Bailey. "Really? Hmm. Must've gotten 
   you mixed up with one of the other ones. What're you workin' at?"
Jimmy Wilson nods at Barlow. "Yeah, okay. Lemme take care a' something first." 
   He heads over to Scott, clearing his throat so his presence will be known, 
   but saying nothing. He adjusts the box under his arm.
"I got it, yeah, Rik," Brian answers with a grin. "Put it to good use, too. 
   Thanks."
Bailey massages the back of his neck. "Davis Publishing. Textbooks, stuff like 
   that. Assistant Editor."
Scott points to a spot in front of him. "You stay right there, Dillan." He 
   then turns to Jimmy, and inclines his head a little,"What's up, Jimmy?"
Rik grins and nods, releasing the alpha from his attentions.
Rholeen, who was about to follow along after Dillan, turns and nods as she 
   realizes that her ride might have just turned unavailable.
Dillan finds a spot beside Jimmy to occupy, although not precisely the one 
   Scott indicated.
Pete Barlow looks over at Brian and Rik, smiling a bit as he walks over. 
   "Don't one of you guys owe me a little of that kinda hooch?"
Elan nods to Jose.
Caleb moves to slip out quietly when it seems the meeting has disbanded 
   somewhat, heading for the door with a slow casual step.
Jimmy Wilson holds out the box to Scott. "It ain't Dominos, but I hope ya like 
   it." He opens the box, which is filled to the top of the lid with stacked 
   and sorted bills. "For what we was talkin' 'bout earlier," he explains. 
   "It's all there, but I want receipts, dig? That's th'only thing I ask in 
   return, so I know it was spent right."
Rik blinks. "What did I do this time? I've been good, staying out of your city 
   and all that. Unless you want to fix my car..."
Chaser's eyes narrow slightly, and she watches Brian darkly.
Patrick comes in from outside.
Cutter follows the traffic patterns and moves toward the door.
Brian finishes putting on his coat, and heads out. He offers Patrick a small 
   smile as he passes the Uktena.
Brian finds his way out of the house.
Caleb finds his way out of the house.
Scott nods slowly to Jimmy and then takes the box. He gives the Gnawer a curt 
   nod, and a more heartfelt,"Thank you, Jimmy. It will be. I'll make sure 
   Andrea gets it. Thank you, again. You gotta learn to watch that mouth 
   sometime, though, you hear? Gonna get you in trouble."
Jimmy Wilson has reconnected.
Reggie murmurs quietly to Esther, nudging her attention to more of the 
   activity as it plays out.
Jose Figueroa nods at Elan, grinning. He picks up whats left of his cigar and 
   carefully slides the ring off it, stuffing it into his jeans.
Hank blinks as Patrick comes in, and he nods to him.
Esther rolls her eyes at Reggie, muttering a reply.
Casper furrows his brow at Jose and shrugs sighing. He looks to him and Elan, 
   "I guess we'll do what we can. I should start on some talens."
Pete Barlow shrugs off the insult and pulls the stocking cap from his pocket, 
   pulling it down close to his ears. He walks over toward Jose and Elan. "You 
   guys comin' for some eats? Looks like Wilson's buyin' tonight."
Elan grins to Pete. "Damn straight."
Patrick gives Brian a half-confused, what-the-Hell-is-he-doing-here? glaces as 
   the sept Alpha passes him and heads out the door, blinks a couple of times 
   at the mention of his packmate's name, and generally slips into the back 
   and tries to be more or less inconspicuous.
Jose Figueroa nods. "I wan' coffee too. I'm fallin' asleep."
Bailey looks over to JJ. "Actually, could you introduce me to a few people? I 
   still want to get involved.
Chaser taps Patrick on the shoulder as she passes. "Yo. How ya been?"
Jimmy Wilson shrugs. "Wouldn't be the first time I was in trouble," he says. 
   He heads back to join his packmates and Barlow. "Scott's more expensive 
   than Mosh," he says to them, then winks. "Yeah, eats is on me. I got ten 
   bucks leftover, maybe."
Pete Barlow half-chuckles at Jose. "Saw that. Fiannaboy's pontificatin' makes 
   me drowzy too. He's a helluva lot better in a fight than speech givin'."
Jose Figueroa has disconnected.
Piddles stretches from his stiff, glowering *loom* at the sound of the 
   possibility of food.
Casper pats Elan and Jose on the shoulder, "Well I'll talk to you two later... 
   I've some walking to do."
JJ Malone nods to Bailey. "Sure thing. Rik," she says, raising her voice to 
   get his attention. "Got someone here you should meet."
Elan nods to Casper. "You take care of yourself, Boo."
Patrick turns and gives Chaser a lop-sided grin. "Can't complain. Been damn 
   busy recently. You'd think I'd remember how much Hell it is working retail 
   around Christmas." His grin widens a little, then he asks, "You?"
Cutter lifts his head, casting about for JJ. "Yeah?"
Scott snorts softly as he watchs the Gnawer leave, and shakes his head a 
   little. He rounds Dillan then, his eyes narrowed,"Listen, you little 
   two-bit punk, you want to take shots at me or other people, fine. But 
   unless they are Cliaths, you better be sure to do it after a meeting like 
   this so we don't have to take the time to beat the shit out of you in the 
   middle of it. You understand me?"
Casper grins to Elan and heads outside.
Rik lifts his head, casting about for JJ. "Yeah?"
Chaser hitches a shoulder. "Back in the city, during the week. Doin' some art. 
   Might join up with Kyle's pack, d'no after that meala his."
JJ Malone tilts her head towards Bailey, looking at Rik. "Bailey, one of the 
   family. Bailey, this is Rik "Cujo" Flasheart. Known him since I was a kid 
   in Chicago."
Bailey looks from JJ to the man she called Rik.
Pete Barlow heads out with any other Gnawers that might be in tow. "
Jimmy Wilson heads outside before someone tells Scott what he said, even if it 
   was a joke. On the way out, he reaches into a pocket, pulling out some 
   loose bills. "Make that five bucks. Sounds like a donut night."
Pete Barlow heads out with any other Gnawers that might be in tow. "Gotta love 
   these meetings. Make me hungry as hell."
Pete Barlow finds his way out of the house.
Jimmy Wilson finds his way out of the house.
Elan finds his way out of the house.
Patrick nods at Chaser, observing, "Be watching the Park again."
Bailey offers his hand. "Bailey Jacobsen, cliath Glasswalker Gibbous Moon."
Hank follows his packmates out.
Hank finds his way out of the house.
Rik extends a very large hand. "Pleased to meet you."
Piddles finds his way out of the house.
Dillan sets his jaw, eying Scott for a moment before turning his gaze to the 
   ground. "I ain't mouthed off half as bad as Jimmy. An' what's gee get? A 
   nice little 'watch yo mouth'. I ain't gonna listen to this," he mutters, 
   crossing his arms.
Bailey shakes the man's hand tightly. "And I you."
Chaser nods tightly to Patrick. "Yah. Kinda feels like home even after all 
   this time." She studies the floor.
Scott snaps,"Grow up Dillan. I'd expect Kyle might have words for Jimmy. It 
   wasn't Jimmy that mouthed of to me. If it was, I'd be tearing him a new 
   asshole to, you got me? I don't play favorites, and I'm not taking sides in 
   your little war. But don't even give me shit like that again, or I'll 
   remind you what it is like to be a cub again? You clear?"
JJ Malone elbows Rik a little, leaning up against the wall to watch everything 
   hawk-like out of the middle of things. "So, good to see you, man. Wasn't 
   sure if you were comin'."
Rik shrugs. "Told you. Buster coughed up a lung on the highway. Kind of 
   delayed me."
Dillan shifts from examining the floorboards to the cieling. He draws a 
   breath, taking his time before mumbling a response. "Yeah, whatever. Sure."
Rholeen rolls her eyes as she watches the discussion between Scott and Dillan, 
   her impatience obvious.
Scott's jaw clenchs, and something in the Fang seems to snap, a hollowness 
   filling his eyes. His fist lashs out, striking the Shadow Lord Cliath 
   squarely in the head and with the force of anger.
Esther frowns slightly as JJ introduces Rik, looking for him in the crowd. 
   After she spots him, she waits for him to finish talking to the Walker 
   elder.
"Ho!" Chaser cries out, her attention drawn by the sudden sound of flesh 
   hitting flesh. She stalks toward Scott, walking up behind him and laying a 
   hand on his shoulder. "Easy."
Rik lifts his head at the sudden activity, stepping forward. "Hey."
Dillan wasn't even close to expecting that. His reaction would probably put 
   Kyle to shame. He drops back, falling backwards on his ass, a hand lifting 
   to unsuccessfully stem the tide of blood from his nose. "Dat's it," he 
   scowls, leaping to tackle the Fang.
Rholeen takes a distinct step backwards in reaction to the attack and makes no 
   attempt to interfere when it escalates.
Scott doesn't seem about to back off, following the Shadow Lord as he hits the 
   ground, making it easier for the smaller man to slam into his knees. Both 
   go down in a tumble, but Dillan ends up more on the ground and on the 
   recieving end of several more rage driven punchs. The Galliard's expression 
   rather blank though, instead of angery.
Patrick raises an eyebrow at the sudden move from Scott, and shrugs when 
   Dillan evidently decides to retaliate. "Whose brilliant idea was it to have 
   this thing under the gibbous moon?" he mutters.
Chaser gives up, taking a step back. "Ah, fuck." She glances heavenward. Then, 
   voice raised, she asks, "Scott, aintcha got nothin' better t'do? Lay off 
   the kid."
Dillan's not so much angry as frustrated, but the distinction doesn't much 
   matter to someone covered in his own blood. Any lessons Thunder's Claws 
   may've given him on fighting sure don't show - his effort is valiant, but 
   not as effective.
Rik wades in, blunt and direct and fairly stupid, catching Scott under the 
   armpits and pulling back. "Outside." he grunts.
Esther sighs, slightly, as fighting breaks out; then tenses as Rik intervenes.
Scott doesn't seem to hear Chaser's words, or at least they don't register on 
   his face. The blank, emotionless expression remains as he struggles against 
   Rik, but the Glasswalker is definitely stronger and keeping him from his 
   target.
Chaser takes a deep breath, and steps in to help Dillan to his feet. "C'mon, 
   vanilla."
Dillan appears like he's going to let the issue drop. Of course, appearances 
   are deceiving. He bolts from Chaser's help to get his hands on Scott, but 
   the Get proves quicker than he.
Rik turns slightly, not fully confident in the Get, wrestling Scott about so 
   his body interposes between the combattants.
Chaser locks an arm around one of Dillan's. "DROP it, guys," she snaps.
Scott continues to struggle for a few more moments before almost as if a 
   switch were turned off he stops, blinking and looking around as if trying 
   to get his bearings.
Reggie remains one of the non-participants in the brawl, staying by Esther. 
   His control at maining a blank expression isn't entirely successful as a 
   smirk struggles against it, and he whispers sporatically to Esther.
JJ Malone snarls, but then mutters darkly and with irony, "Missed you, Cujo. 
   Get 'em both out," she suggests.
Rik shakes his head and growls "Jesus. You two are worse than my two-year-old."
Esther growls back to her packmate, clearly not finding things very funny. 
   Then, with a slight shrug, she makes a gesture with her hand, as much as to 
   say "Oh, what the hell, not exactly their business anyway."
Chaser walks Dillan out, turning him loose once they hit the street.
Dillan's struggling is neither as efficient as Scott's nor so easy to dampen. 
   Chaser's managed to get a good dose of Dillan's blood on her sleeves by 
   now. "Jump me when I ain't lookin', huh? Step up, bitch!" Dillan continues 
   to trashtalk even while being hauled outside.
Chaser finds her way out of the house.
Dillan finds his way out of the house.
Scott shakes his head again, and mutters,"What the fuck."
Rik straightens, pulling Scott upright. "Can I ask you to step outside, sir?"
Scott nods a little,"Yeah. What ... " He then shakes his head again, his 
   expression darkening, and he says again, more quietly,"Yeah."
Rik releases Kyle, and escorts him to the door. "If you'd like to beat the 
   kid, feel free to do it. Away from innocent bystanders."
Rholeen follows after Dillan, her expression rather annoyed.
Rholeen finds her way out of the house.
Scott furrows his brow, and then moves out the door, saying quietly 
   again,"Yeah."
Scott finds his way out of the house.
Rik sighs. "Who was that kid? Some kind of leader figure?" He turns to JJ. 
   "You were right. Your city /is/ in the crapper."
JJ Malone just shakes her head, moving from her spot to wander over towards 
   where the three Uktena are. "Good evening, Patrick," she says with a touch 
   of familiarity. "Didn't see you come in."
JJ Malone smirks darkly at Rik. "Name's Scott. Silver Fang," she adds in a 
   tone that 'says it all'.
Patrick gives JJ a little ironic half-smile and a small bow, then responds, "I 
   just snuck in at the last minute. Had to work, y'know. So ... what was 
   Brian doing here? I thought it was a city thing."
Rik grins. "One good thing about my position. I can manhandle a Fostern."
Esther oushes herself off the wall, and nods to the Walkers. Her expression is 
   questioning. "If this is who I think it is," she says, tipping her head to 
   Rik, "I'd like a word, please. If I may?" That last is directed towards JJ.
JJ Malone gives Rik another sardonic grin, then shrugs to Patrick. "Could say 
   the same 'bout you," she says relatively good-naturedly, for her, taking a 
   drag on her cigarette. "Far as I know, Scott invited anyone who wanted to 
   come, though." She gives Esther a look having no idea what she's talking 
   about. "Uh, sure. Knock yourself out."
Rik blinks uncertainly and studies Esther. "Look. I just stepped in to keep it 
   from getting messy."
Reggie taps Esther on her arm, comments, "I'll be just out", and follows his 
   word.
Reggie finds his way out of the house.
Esther grins at Reggie, as her packmate passes, then turns back to Rik. "You 
   the guy hangs out at the Stag in Kent Crossing?" she asks, getting straight 
   to the point.
Rik nods slowly. "Yeah. I live in KC. There a problem?" Tone and expression 
   guarded, hands have slipped into his jacket pockets.
Patrick snorts at JJ's reply with the same half-smile still on his face, and 
   reminds the Walker, "I live just across the Atrium from you, remember? I'm 
   as much a city Garou as you, technically."
"Not unless you've got one," Esther says, easily. "Esther Cup-Breaker, Alpha 
   of Rise of Mercury, We've claimed Kent Crossing as pack turf." She waits, 
   one eyebrow raised, for Rik's opinion on that. If any.
JJ Malone sniffs, doubting obviously. "That island comfy this time of year?" 
   But she grins and relaxes against a wall. "I'm almost glad you missed it, 
   though. Place is nothing like Chicago."
Rik nods slowly and relaxes. "Cool. I'll stay out of your way."
Patrick snorts at the mention of the island. "I think most of us are sleeping 
   at the apartment, honestly, though Andrea and Soren especially tend to 
   spend most of their days out on the island." He looks around the room, and 
   as if beyond it into the city, and nods. "I'll agree, though, that it's 
   nothing like Chicago. One Hell of a lot more chaotic."
Esther gives a slight shrug. "Got no problems with another set of eyes, and 
   claws, around the place. Let you know if there /is/ anything to steer clear 
   of, other than that you needn't be a stranger."
Rik nods. "Great. Mostly I'm either down at the Shack or up at Nicholson Hall."
JJ Malone snorts. "Ain't that the truth," she says, taking a long pull on her 
   cigarette, nearly down to the filter. With a sigh and exhalation of smoke, 
   she stubs it out on the bottom of one shoe, looking around. "Need to buy 
   furniture for this place eventually. Fuckin' great." She shakes her head, 
   then returns her focus to the ragabash. "Need to get to work, though. Need 
   a ride back or anything?"
"Got," Esther says, and heads for the door, where her ride back is waiting.
Esther finds her way out of the house.
Patrick nods to JJ. "Long as you're offering, sure."
Rik glances around the room, then shrugs and dusts his hands of... whatever 
   was on them.
JJ Malone gives a nod, then turns to the other ahroun. "Rik. Catch you later?"
Rik turns to JJ, then nods. "Sure thing. Later."
JJ Malone gives a wave, then heads towards the door. "Make sure to lock up on 
   your way out," she calls out, before exiting.

You find your way out of the house, out into the enclosed yard.
Front Yard(#2500RJ)
Contents:
Rholeen
Dillan
Chaser

Chaser glances to Rholeen, frowning a little. "D'I know you?" she asks with 
   typical tactlessness.
Patrick exits the house, coming out into the yard area.
Dillan stumbles off towards the car, still a bit punch drunk. "Stop for Burger 
   King?" he asks, fumbling for his keys. "Shit. I'm gonna get everything all 
   bloody."
JJ Malone fishes out a cigarette and lighter again just after exiting, raking 
   an obscured gaze over the small gathering remaining. "Night," she says, 
   primarily to her ex-packmate, it seems, then continues down the front 
   sidewalk to her car in the driveway, keying it open for Patrick then 
   hopping in.
Patrick smirks a little at the small crowd outside, nodding at Chaser before 
   following JJ to her car and getting in on the passenger's side.
Chaser lets out a breath. "I can drive," she mutters. "If you want." She then 
   returns her attention to Rholeen. "Chaser-Never-Rests, or just Chaz. 
   No-moon, fostern, Get."
Rholeen looks Chaser over as she is addressed and then shrugs, a slight smile 
   playing on her lips, "Maybe, hard to tell." She then frowns at Dillan's 
   lack of grace, "You ok, slugger? I'll drive if you'd rather rest your eyes 
   a bit."
The sharp peircing shrill of a few-decibels-too-loud-to-be-legal caralarm 
   under Dillan's Thinderbird goes off, the Shadow Lord having most likely set 
   it off. He stumbles back from his car, leaving the keys dangling from the 
   door. He scrambles back, dazed, trying to grab the remote on his keychain. 
   He eventually manages to do so, azing the alarm.

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