Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (58% full).

Signe shuts the door behind Natalie. "Make yourself at home," The Get tells her. For her part, Signe is thinner and paler than the last time Natalie saw her, and she wears an old t-shirt and ratty sweatpants. The Get also has fuzzy slippers on. There's a fresh cup of fragrant tea sitting at the kitchen table. The apartment is messier than usual, though not in really bad shape.

Natalie grins at her alpha as she unzips her bomber jacket. "Thanks. Emma told me your good news." She glances around, not really seeing the place, and adds, "We'll have to see about a baby shower or something. No pastel mints, but, you know, useful stuff."

Signe grunts, the grimace on her face proving that she doesn't particularly relish the experience, but she doesn't seem to have the energy to argue right now. "You want something to drink? I made tea." The ahroun picks up her own cup, sipping it as she moves to the kitchen to get a cup for Natalie.

"Whatever," the Walker agrees easily, following into the kitchen. "I can't stay forever, but tea'd be OK. --Who else knows?" This the question of the hour as she pulls out one of the four dining room chairs, though she doesn't immediately sit.

Signe shakes her head as she fixes up a fresh cup for the galliard. "I'm not sure. Emma said she was going to tell you. Gun knows. Dillen. I don't know who they might have told." Suddenly the ahroun stops cold, as if just realizing what she says next. "I haven't told Josef yet."

Natalie blinks, her eyebrows jumping in surprise. "He's probably next on the list then, huh? --Well, is it all right for me to pass the word along? I didn't want to in case, you know..." She doesn't elaborate, but makes a vague hand-circling gesture to describe the 'you know'.

Signe scowls a little, but whether it's at herself for forgetting, or at the idea of having to do it now is unknown. "Yeah," she says to the first, then nods and repeats the sentiment for Natalie's question. "yeah, it's fine. Tell whoever you want." She hands the tea over to Natalie and shuffles back to where she had been sitting when the Walker arrived.

"Cool." Nat takes the tea with a nod, then slides into her chair, mug cradled in her hands and elbows propped onto the table. She studies the Ahroun for a minute before essaying, "It's great news, huh? I'll make sure to tell Megan straight off. Then it's just the hospital and you're done."

Signe grunts again. "Yeah, great," she intones. "Nausea, pain. It's just peachy." she sips at her tea again, and then returns the galliard's look. "hey, do we have any kin that are doctors or nurses? Someone I can see to make sure everything's ok?"

Natalie answers, "Emily," immediately. "--And her boss, he's a doctor. Umm... Alex, I think his name is. I've never met him. But he's kin of some sort. So yeah, we do." Another grin and she blows on her tea before taking an experimental sip. "Remember, I told you about them back when you thought you weren't getting pregnant?"

Signe nods as if the memory comes back to her, though there really isn't any recognition in her eyes. She sips her tea again and sets it down, looking thoughtful. "so, you think Emily and this doctor, Alex, could take a look at me? I just want to make sure everything's right. You know? Can you set that up?"

Natalie nods easily, for all the world looking like a housewife come over for a chat. "Sure. Next new moon I'm assuming, right? So around the..." Her face scrunches up and her attention turns inward again. "Cripes. Like the seventh or so? Around then?"

Signe nods in agreement. "Yeah, sure. That works for me. Where do I need to go?" she asks.

Natalie snorts a short laugh and another, "Cripes. I don't know. I'll call Emily and get it all set up for you. How far along do you think you are? Want me to get some books out of the library, or something?"

Signe thinks about it. "Can't be more than a month and a half. January's new moon, maybe? It wasn't December. Unless the signs don't show til later. But when they showed, they showed with a vengeance. I've been sick since Gun gave us that concoction."

Natalie winces sympathetically. "I remember. Those fertility herbs, right? At least they worked. Well, if you need Emma and me to do anything, just holler. I've told her she can stay at the safehouse if you need some time alone. --We ought to see about introducing Gunnar to Vex, speaking of. Another body'll help. Oh! And cripes, I bet I didn't tell you about David's last call, did I?"

Signe nods to everything up until David. "Who?" she asks, brows knitted curiously.

The question brings the Galliard's babbling up short. "--David?" she echoes as if Signe ought to remember. "My personal mage, remember? I call him David 'cause he won't give me a real name to work with."

Signe's expression hardens. "The mage. Right," Her natural scowl returns as she fiddles with her mug. "So what did he say?" she asks.

Natalie delays her answer by sipping at her tea, perhaps marshaling her thoughts. Perhaps she's just enjoying her tea. "Lots of stuff. I've already reported this to Megan too, so that's one thing taken care of. Hmm, OK. From more or less the top: He's brought in another mage. Female, and Megan tells me she's Wendigo kin. David knew she..." She waves off this digression with a flap of one hand and a grimace. "Anyway. He and she are going to do some sort of Jedi mind trick on the gang, and basically wipe their memories of us being Garou. We just have to keep our heads down and not call attention to ourselves in the meantime."

Signe growls, something about the idea obviously rubbing the Get the wrong way. It's the only disagreement she manages to give, however. "How convenient," she says, trying not to sound too snarky, and failing. So, what, we're just going to let the whole thing go? Not attack them again? Megan's decided this?"

Natalie only shrugs and doesn't meet Signe's eyes. "Megan said if it takes 'too long' - and she decides how long too long is - that we'll go in and wipe them out."

Signe frowns again. "Memory or no memory, they're thugs. Wyrmy, if my read of what was going on in there is correct. Not to mention what they did to me. We're just supposed to forget about that?"

Natalie opens her mouth, closes it again. A little sigh, and, "Take it up with Megan, Signe-rhya. There's three... I dunno, special snowflakes in there. People that aren't human, aren't... well, David can't identify them. I told him - and Megan agrees - that it's likely those three will have to die."

Signe doesn't quite follow what the Walker says, and her confused expression is almost comical. The phrase 'take it up with Megan' registers, however, and she grunts her acceptance of that, at least. "Fine."

Natalie nods to the grunt, visibly relaxing. "So... yeah. Megan knows, you know. I can't think of anyone else who needs to know, but if you do, just give me a holler."

Signe shrugs her shoulders, dismissing the entire gang problem from her mind before she gets angry again. Instead, she turns her mind to another problem. "What about the hospital? I've got, what, maybe a couple of months before heavy fighting, shifting and all that become a no no. Right?"

Natalie says, "Um," and scratches at one ear, only stealing glances over at her alpha. "--You got me, Signe. You're asking the wrong woman here. I can try to find out for you, but... well, you might want to ask Alicia or Megan or somebody. Someone who's done it before. They can answer your questions."

Signe waves a hand, giving Natalie an almost apologetic look. "No, it's ok," she says. "I need to check in with Tobin and the others about what's going on, first, anyway. I'll ask Megan and then about the rest when I get a chance."

Natalie acknowledges this with another bob of her head. "Cool. And Tu, too." A flicker of a grin. "I always feel weird saying that. But yeah. And Tu's in a Magpie pack now, so there's more information being spread around."

"Two?" Signe asks, pushing her empty mug away from her on the table. "Two who?"

What can Nat add to that except a baffled, "Huh?"

Signe opens her mouth, thinks about it, then closes it again. she shakes her head. "Nevermind."

Natalie waits politely for another few beats, then shrugs it off. "OK. Guess that's everything for news. Safehouse is done, David... yeah. There anything else you need? Or... just want to talk, or anything?"

Signe shakes her head. "Well, as far as laying low and away from the gang. How do you want to handle the patrols? Same way we've been doing it since the fiasco?"

"Erm..." Nat stays quiet for a couple of swallows of tea. "Yeah, I guess. If we get Gunnar added, that would help. Scratch... I dunno. He's a damn fine fighter, but nearly as reliable as a snowball in hell. I don't know if he can be counted on to do patrols."

Signe nods quietly. "Moon's halfway to full. Soon as it's round, I'll bring Gun across and show him Vex."

Natalie says, "And vice versa." Her head tilts to one side at that; she's looking through Signe more than at her. "--Saul's going to go on his Rite soon. I don't think... he's not got the proper Wolverine mindset, I don't think. He's still... he's too young."

Signe nods, not overly surprised by this. "You know, there's a cub at the farmhouse. Kevin? Emma says he's thinking about Get. Gun's been 'testing' him. So, we'll see. But he's still a cub. And we're not sure what tribe he'll wind up as." she shrugs.

Natalie chuffs a laugh, one corner of her mouth quirking up. "--Yeah. Kevin. I've been trying to bring him over to my side of the fence. I haven't been able to get over to see him lately, but maybe now that the moon's bigger and I don't have to fit in a real job in all my other work..."

Signe manages a small grin, but otherwise doesn't comment on the competition for the cub. "Thanks for coming by, Nat. Sorry I didn't get out to tell you myself. Last week, I could barely get out of bed." The mere admission of that makes the Get fluster with anger.

Natalie merely shrugs, unruffled. "It happens. And hey, you're Ahroun. Not a professional gossip, like me." She offers her alpha the other half of her earlier smile. "You renounce to Galliard and then I'll smack your ass for not telling me things. OK?"

Signe snorts in amusement, nodding. "So, you're gonna go tell me Megan I'm pregnant?"

"Next time I'm out at the farm," Nat nods. "I'll try and hunt her down then. Or I could just leave a note at the farmhouse, but that seems..." Her nose wrinkles. "Damn impersonal. And not really fitting for news like this."

Signe smirks. "Yeah. Besides, I want to you to tell me what her face looked like when you said it."

Natalie nearly spits out a mouthful of tea, and clamps a hand over her mouth, her eyes dancing. "Signe!" she laughs once things are safe. "What, you want me to take a video camera too?"

Signe can't help but offer a wicked grin. "Na, I'll rely on your galliard's gift of storytelling." The Get rises to go refill her own empty mug.

Natalie's laughter follows her all the way to the counter. "You make me almost look forward to telling her."

The galliard's laughter makes Signe grin even more. "Better you than me. I'll likely lose my cool and we'll have a disaster on our hands. Thanks, Nat."

Natalie waves off the thanks with a flip of one hand, laughter sliding away to a crooked grin that hesitates, then all but disappears. "No problem. I just... I can't wait for you to succeed. Challenging by proxy, maybe. Proof that it can happen, honest."

Signe's own expression devolves back to her more natural scowl. She shrugs again. "Even if it does it'll be, what, September? October maybe. Long time. Lots can happen. I'll take it a day at a time."

Natalie shrugs and slips to her feet. "Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. I'm gonna run - I'll give you a play by play of Megan's face next time I see you, 'kay? Gaia watch, Signe."

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