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Safehouse: Common Area

Stepping into this ground floor apartment is like stepping into an episode of Hometime. The floor is covered in tarp and plastic, the smell of sawdust strong in the air. The living room immediately off the front foyer serves as a staging point for tools, buckets, saw-horses, spare lumber, drywall, and all the other detritus that goes into home repair. In the back of the house the kitchen has been enlarged by knocking out the wall between it and the smaller of the bedrooms while framing has gone up to form a half-wall for appliances between the two. Electrical boxes and plumbing hang exposed in the back corner of the house, waiting to be decently covered with drywall.

Up the stairs are a number of empty rooms where anyone affiliated with the Sept can crash if they want, while the Glass Walkers have their own area accessible via a door down a short hallway off to the left of the main doors, near the stairs. The main doors themselves lead back out to the front porch of the house.

Obvious exits:

Guest Room Glass Walker Area Porch

From somewhere upstairs comes a hydraulic's whine, a teeth-grinding ear-splitting wail hardly blunted by the walls and accompanied by the smell of fresh paint. Natalie's just coming down the hallway from the back of the house, moving arthritically and in Glabro. The living room is currently occupied by a handful of five-gallon drums of paint and a couple of rolls of carpeting.

There comes then a sharp rap at the front door, hard to hopefully be heard over the din coming from inside.

Natalie glances up sharply at the door, shrinking back down to homid before moving over to open it. When she does it's only to pull it open a few inches to look outside, then a few inches more on seeing the young Shadow Lord. "Lucas," she greets him evenly enough, though there's itchiness underlaying the Galliard's tone and body language.

Lucas does stand on the other side of the door, in homid and wearing a long woolen overcoat with the collar tugged up - no doubt to probably hide healing wounds from passing folk. The skin around his eyes are a bit dark, like he hasn't slept, but with the moon still very full it's probably no suprise if he hasn't. "Natalie.. bad time?" He asks and sends a glance upstairs towards the source of the noise.

"What do you think?" she snaps, nostrils flaring. She presses her lips together after that, visibly cutting off any further sarcasm. "--What do you want?" she asks then, voice a little calmer, a fraction more polite.

Lucas narrows his sunken eyes just slightly but otherwise keeps his manners in check. "I wanted to speak with you about the breach." He says simply and leaves it at that. After all, he's still standing on the porch where he could be overheard.

Natalie's scowl deepens, but she pushes the door open and backs away, allowing the Ahroun entry. "C'mon in." That's all she says until he's inside and the door closed firmly behind him, too.

Lucas doesn't wander much further from the door and then elaborates, "I meant to speak with you after the moot and revel, but, none of us were exactly in the mood to talk." Probably still aren't. "I spoke with Megan not long before the moot and she's asked Requiem to assist in the cleanup."

Natalie retreats to the wall and lays one hand atop it, watching Lucas the entire time. "Megan's asked the entire sept to help with the cleanup," she replies evenly. "Or did she have specific instructions for you?"

"We're a city pack," Lucas explains, "So yes, she wanted us specifically on the job since we're here. I have contacts on the streets, dealers, who might be able to offer us some information. Harold's a help to any of us. We're also a war pack, so if Havoc is going to do a raid on them again, we can assist in that."

Natalie's tone may be demure, but her eyes are fixed on the other Garou, not giving an inch. "I don't know about any raids. I've been told to tell anything I learn to Megan, and I have. I don't know who's leading the next raid. You'd probably do better to tell what you know to Megan. I'm just collecting information at this point and passing it on."

"I'm just here to say Requiem will assist if you need." Lucas remarks dryly, and the way he says Need might lend itself better to the word Want. He hunches up his shoulders under the coat and adds in a somewhat final way. "Beyond that, if I find anything, then I'll tell Megan."

"Noted," Nat says, her lips tightening minutely. "And if you'd please tell Kenneth: I've told Saul that any more unsupervised, unapproved time with a Shadow Lord will end up with Saul culled. He can spend time with our cub, but not without an adult's knowledge."

Lucas raises up both eyebrows at that. "Kenneth?" At this the Lord doesn't seem familiar, maybe he doesn't know about this, but he gives a nod anyway. "Yes, I will. I'll leave you alone then, to get back to work."

Natalie merely nods, her jaw tight. After a second she manages a, "Goodbye, Lucas."

Lucas dips his head once in a parting gesture and lets himself out the front door, limping slightly down the stairs like he'd gone stiff from cold. Or soul-sucking critters.

[End of log]