DATE:  Tuesday, February 17, 1998
Place:  The High Note

---- Recall start ----

Brushing his hair back with a hand, Bailey enters the club. He blinks, taking 
   in the abscence of light, and sweeps hia gaze across the numerous tables, 
   searching for a familiar face.
JJ Malone is settled in one of the larger booths in a back corner near a 
   darkened hall that probably goes into the back stockroom or performers 
   dressing area or something. Before him is a geometric glass of some clear, 
   iced beverage; the other scattered patrons all seem to leave him alone.
Jennifer steps in a few moments after Bailey, looking around a bit nervously. 
   She striaghtens her shoulders, and walks back to the table where the Walker 
   Elder sits.
Bailey notices the corner bopoth at last, and moves quietly over to the table. 
   He stands away for a moment, allowing Jennifer to choose her seat first.
Jennifer sits across from JJ, pulling her jacket off as she sits.
Bailey also opens his jacket, shucking it as he takes a seat next to Jennifer.
JJ Malone checks his watch, then gives a short sigh. "Daisy's in the bathroom, 
   but we can start without her. I've no idea where the others are, but, screw 
   'em if they couldn't make it on time. I take it you two have met?"
Jennifer nods. "Yes, we have."
Bailey says quietly, "About two months ago, I think." he blinks, reaching for 
   the nearest untouched water glass, and pulling it slowly towards him.
JJ Malone startles, then looks over to Jennifer deliberately. "Is that so?" he 
   asks still conversationally, but there's an edge to his expression.

Daisy's desc:
She's a decently handsome-looking young girl in her early teens, perhaps 
   fourteen or so. Deep brown eyes hold a sparkle of inner life and joy. She 
   clearly enjoys simply living life to its fullest--but in a quiet fashion 
   rather than boisterously ostentatious. She wears a baggy pair of pants and 
   a non-confining pull over shirt. She looks better dressed than a normal 
   child would, almost as if mommy or daddy picked out her clothes for her.
From one corner of the restaurant, the door to the Ladies room is pushed open 
   gently. Daisy steps out, eyes blinking as they re-adjust to the dimly lit 
   interior of the restaurant. She turns to watch the door close by itself 
   behind her, then makes her back to the table where JJ is at.

Jennifer nods once, eyes not leaving JJ's. "It's so."
Bailey wets his lips, first with the water glass, then with the tip of his 
   tongue, as he turns his head towards the bathroom door, and notices the 
   teen girl moving towards them.
JJ Malone silently assesses Jennifer for a moment, before saying generally, 
   "As the last unknown, then, this is Daisy."
Jennifer nods to Daisy, a smile faintly curving her lips.
Bailey smiles warmly as the introduction is made, and settles in his seat at 
   the table.
Daisy purses her lips a bit shyly at the attention before slipping into a seat 
   near Shades. "Hi," she offers in return to the others gathered here 
   tonight, hands fiddling with the napkin she slides off the table.
JJ Malone sniffs with a hint of anger. "Good to see they're also stealing your 
   manners. Daisy," he says deliberately and indicates along with his words, 
   "this is Bailey, and this is Jennifer."
Jennifer picks up a water glass, long fingers wrapping around the sweating 
   sides. She sips from it, and sets it down again, only the faint tremble of 
   the water inside betraying her nervousness.
Bailey lowers his shoulders a bit, extending a hand to Daisy. "Bailey 
   Jacobsen, Night's-Justice," he says, voice not reaching above the din of 
   the club. "Cliath Glasswalker Gibbous Moon, and member of Cavall."
Jennifer looks at Daisy. "Jen Leigh, Galliard Glass Walker cub."
"Bai'wee an' Jen'niper," Daisy echoes Shades, looking to each as she repeats 
   their names to the best of her ability. A glance at Shades as the others 
   give introductions beyond their names. She offers in return to the pair, 
   "Daisy. Glass Walker. Cub. Theurge." Besides her name, anything with two or 
   more syllables comes out slow and with deliberate effort at proper 
   pronounciation.
JJ Malone leans forward on his elbows once Daisy has reciprocated. "I'm going 
   to get right to the point. Do either of you have any issues you want to 
   bring up?"
Bailey rubs his chin thoughtfully, and takes a sip of his water before 
   answering. "Right now, I'm just waiting for your go-ahead on your plans for 
   the fountain."
Jennifer shakes her head. "What was your agenda for tonight, JJ?"
Daisy busies herself with smoothing out her napkin on her lap and being quiet 
   and inobtrusive.
JJ Malone's mouth twitches with sardonic amusement. "One thing, really," he 
   says, before steepling his hands before him, fingertips just touching his 
   lips. "We suck as a tribe. That's as much my fault as anyone else's, but 
   I'm willing to admit it. Starting this month, we're going to start meeting 
   regularly, just like other members of the family do. We're going to act 
   like a tribe. And before we can do that," he says, leveling his gaze on 
   Bailey. "You and I have something that needs resolved."
Bailey gives a calm gaze to his Elder, and nods. "Yes, JJ."
JJ Malone loosens one hand to stab perfunctorily if softly at the table before 
   him. "You've joined Cavall. Cavall, as a group, has to act more like Bone 
   Gnawers. Ergo, you have to. That is unacceptable for a Glass Walker, you 
   are not a child of Rat."
Bailey nods, agreeing. "That is true, I am a child of Cockroach, not of Rat. 
   But, as a member of Cavall, I have been asked to adopt Rat's ways for a 
   time, which I have accepted. Cockroach represents adaption, and that is 
   what I am doing with the situation." He takes a slow, noiseless breath, and 
   sips from the glass again. "I have neither denied or disliked being a 
   Glasswalker, but I don't think I've never known what being a member of the 
   Tribe means. By living this way for a time, I think I might come to a 
   better understanding of what it means to be a 'Walker."
JJ Malone shakes his head. "Unacceptable," he re-iterates succintly. "No one 
   has the right to ask you to give up the ways of your family. Except your 
   family." He pauses, his mirrored gaze not having left the only non-cub 
   present. "Is it truly your wish to live like them?"
Bailey doesn't blink, and leans forward on the table a touch. "For the moment, 
   until the Challenge has ended, it is. Afterwards, I will return to living 
   in my apartment, resuming my normal way of living."
JJ Malone studies the cliath for a long moment, before asking with graceful 
   sarcasm, "And how long will you be required to live like that?"
Bailey shrugs slightly. "For as long as the Challenge lasts. One month, maybe 
   two."
JJ Malone's brows come together slightly behind the frames of his sunglasses; 
   the two cubs have seemed to slip to the peripheral of his attention. After 
   a long pause, he says, "One. You have one month, as the rules of Challenge 
   in this place is that they be completed in that time frame. If it does go 
   longer than that, you'll have a choice to make, regarding your status as a 
   member of this family. If you don't walk the walk, then you don't get any 
   of the benefits, either."
Bailey nods, and fixes his eyes on his Elder. "I was unaware of the Rules of 
   the Challenge at this Sept." He breathes, and says the next with a calm 
   confidence. "I accept your proposal. One month. Should the Challenge go 
   longer than that, I will have to make that decision."
Jennifer looks into her water glass, listening quietly.
JJ Malone gives a small, clipped nod to Bailey, in effect sealing the 
   agreement. "Then, your role in my plan goes no where, as you have to honor 
   the terms of the Challenge. For all intents, you're not a Glass Walker. You 
   can stay here tonight if you wish, though, for the sake of at least hearing 
   it. Jennifer," he says, turning towards that cub. "You're long past due to 
   be tested. It's sink or swim time. Your little extracurricular jaunt shows 
   it's way past time. Starting tonight, until the end of March, you're on it."
Jennifer looks a bit taken aback, but nods. "Okay. What do I have to do?"
Bailey remains at the table, resting his chin on an idle hand as he listens.
JJ Malone drops his hands to take up his glass of ice water, swirling the ice 
   cubes in the glass. "There have been effectively four Dons in this city in 
   the last four years, and several others of note. Find out who those four 
   Dons are. Hear at least one story about each of them in their time in St. 
   Claire. Find out the circumstances under which the storyteller Remy St. 
   Sauvage was killed and what happened immediately after that. Gather 
   together a group of those Garou living in the city to tell the stories to." 
   His expression becomes even more intense as he continues. "As much as I 
   hate you storyteller's prying into everything, it's not only bad that 
   *they*," he jabs a finger towards the door, "have forgotten what we've done 
   here, but so has the tribe, through attrition, and even if I don't like it, 
   it's what you're born to do. So, do it. You got all that?"
Jennifer nods. "Got it."
JJ Malone leans back. "Good. Because, scary as it is, you've been here longer 
   than everyone else here."
Bailey watches the condition, fascinated.
JJ Malone gives a terse, irritable sigh, and leans back in his seat. "Lastly, 
   that leaves you," he says, looking at Daisy. "There's a new seer by the 
   name of Jayson who is just about done with his admission price. Soon as he 
   is, I'm going to be asking him to take over your real training."
"Oh-key Do-key," Daisy agrees with JJ Malone.
JJ Malone takes a sip of her water. "Any new business to discuss?"
Bailey shrugs, shaking his head.
JJ Malone waves a hand. "Very well. Meeting adjourned. One month," he says 
   with a flicker of a glance at Bailey. "Think hard, storyteller."
Bailey nods calmly. "I will."
Bailey lets out a breath, rising. "JJ, Jenn, it was good to see you again." he 
   turns to the Cub, "And it was a pleasure to meet you as well, Daisy." he 
   smiles, turns, and leaves the club at a steady pace.

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