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Currently the moon is in the waning No Moon phase (8% full).

Whispering Pines - Apt #214

This apartment gives a look of high expense, not in the building itself, but it's contents. The walls and ceiling are painted pure black, and the carpet matches the darkness, save for some off color fuzz, being that it's a pretty new carpet. Across from the door in the living area is a large black entertainment center consisting of a not suprisingly black 42" TV, a large fully digital stereo system with CD and tape players, AM/FM stereo, a setting for the TV, and a useless setting called 'phono'. There are various gaming systems tucked into the entertainment center as well, baring names like Dreamcast, Playstation and Playstation 2, various systems with the word 'Nintendo' upon them... 3D0, NeoGeo, and finally something called a 'colecovision'. This system is complemented nicely by a high quality Bose surround sound speaker system. Two black leather couches are on the left and right of the living area, angled at the entertainment center. A large chest rests on the ground between the couches and the entertainment center, working as a foot rest. The only sources of light are the LEDs on the stereo, the TV, and a small blacklight bulb in the fan in the center of the apartment. A door to the right of the apartment leads to Roger's bedroom(+view) and the small kitchen is visable on the right side of the apartment, almost a part of the living room. The kitchen is lit up by a hallogen lamp, resting next to the front door, pointed towards it.

Contents:

Jeremy
Sean

Obvious exits:
Whispering Pines

Sean snorts softly and chuckles. "Yeah, yeah... that's why we don't tell a whole lot of folks, 'specially not the ones back home. Look, she's pretty cool... for a Fury. She's sane, just mebbe too much. I gotta get her to lighten up."

"Yah, well, when you get her to lighten up, I'll start pulling balloons out of my ass as a party gag." Jeremy says with a smirk, turning back to his computer and taping away at the keyboard once more. MMm, split screen. He drags videos to one, keeps audio on the other, then begins up an application. The Beatles - We can work it out, is playing through his Harmon Kardon Sound Sticks.

"I'm holding you to that." Sean remarks as he lifts a brow at the choice of music, then adds. "You gotta give me /some/ credit, man. Yes, I'm dating a /Fury/, but I'm not castrated or a girl, that has to speak for something."

Nat's approach is well-covered, from the time she pulls into a parking spot until she finally knocks - rat-a-tat - on the front door.

Shrugging his shoulders, Jeremy glances up at the monitor, then presses a button on the wall next to him. "C'mon in. Its unlocked." The intercom that can't be seen, comes out of no where, squawking at the Galliard outside.

"Hey, Jeremy," Nat says as she pushes the door open, checks it closed with a hip. "Thanks for..." She trails off on seeing the geek's idea of decor. "This is... this is... so you."

Sean, sitting on the couch, turns to look at the entering Natalie and remarks in a serious tone that comes off as nothing more than a grand poke at Jeremy's security measures. "Welcome. Could we please see three forms of identification, your social security number, birth and death certificates (if applicable), and we will also required a 10 page form regarding your medical and criminal history. Please leave your DNA sample and shoes by the door, and may I take your coat, miss?"

A brow raises up on Jeremy's face as Sean simply hops in Glass Walker style. Now, that is funny. He reaches over and picks up a shirt, tugging it over his bare upperbody, hiding the scars that line and dot his chest and shoulders. The chains on his pants jingle and clank. Along the walls are -computers-. A good ten of them, hooked up to small cheap fifteen inch CRT monitors. There is enough cabling in here to raise a fire inspection or three. "Sean, you call me a nerd?"

Sean Riley, upon immediate observation, would appear a very well bred city boy. His looks are easily on par with a celebrity, and perhaps he is, who knows? He's pretty tall but not awkwardly so, and well build for a city guy, probably thanks to expensive gym equipment. His hair is short and spiked, of a dark black nature that offsets dark green eyes that border on hazel at times. His garb consists of designer clothes of a younger genre, trendy and sport and downright 'cool'. At times when his shirt may be off, the circular celtic knotwork of a tattoo can be seen on his left shoulderblade.

Natalie, still bedazzled by the toys, has only a distracted, "Huh?" for Sean. She does turn, though, presenting her back to Searn and shrugging her jacket off her shoulders. Well, he -did- ask. "Sorry, this, um, a bad time? Jeeze, Jer, this place looks like a Circuit City exploded in here."

"Actually, I was just mocking you." Sean says with all due honestly and a broad grin. "And the Roach security guard the company has. Talk about your FBI agent from Hell..." He mutters a bit lower, then like a proper gentleman, hauls his butt off the couch and goes over to take her coat.

"Hmf.. welcome to the world of being a hard core Glass Walker." Teases Jeremy as he rolls his eyes to Nat. "Sean, this is Natalie, Natalie, Sean." He says, swiveling back in his chair to his split screen LCD set up on the wide desk, tapping away at the keyboard once more.

Natalie turns to give Sean the once over, and then the twice over. But, "Pleased to meet you," is all she says, and look! she doesn't even drool! "Called Holds-the-Line, Galliard and Cliath. This is what got shot up, Jer? You can hardly see the bullet holes."

Sean dips his head to Natalie and offers a smile. "Pleasure's mine." He goes off to deposit her coat.

"Yes, well... That got fixed over night. Its not like I'm going to leave them there." Jermey explains with a shrug of his shoulder, relaxing in the chair, tapping away at his keyboard a few more. "So whats up, Nat?"

"Thanks," Nat calls after Sean, then goes over to claim a spot on the couch. "Just bored, like I said. It's not exactly kosher to shake your Elder and demand he come up with five grand so you can build him a greenhouse. Patience, young grasshopper, right?"

"Patience is a virtue." Jeremy says as he squints his eyes. "I'm quickly losing mine tho' regarding this Boris guy. Fat boy needs to start talking." He says, yawning, scrolling through video.

Sean places her coat away and then ambles off to the kitchen, rooting in the fridge for something to drink. "You guys want anything to drink while I'm in here?"

Natalie says, "Water's fine with me, thanks." She indicates the wall o' computers with her chin. "Boris hasn't spilled his secrets to the lipstick yet, huh? 'Ve you gotten anything useful, or just fluff?"

"I'm good bro." Jeremy says as he continues to rattle off with a few dozen more keystrokes, letting out a breath and activating his screen saver. Standing up from his chair, he heads to the couch and sinks down into it, leather creaking beneath him. "Mmm.. not yet. So far he hasn't been down in the basement. I just scroll through hours of nothing."

Sean returns with a glass of water, which he offers to Natalie, and a glass of iced tea for himself.

Natalie nods in lieu of saying 'thanks' a third time; takes her water and sips at it. "Well, eventually everybody's got to go into the basement sometime. Things break, stuff leaks... You think that's where he's hiding the goods? Whatever 'the goods' are?"

"The basement, is his hideaway office with a second phone line dedicated to it, and a complete home entertainment center." Jeremy briefs, steepling his fingers together. "We got two phone taps. One upstairs, one in the basement for both lines. Two video bugs and a keystroke logger on his PC. So, if he does anything down there, I'll know 'bout it."

Sean lifts a brow at all of this Glass Walker stuff and takes a drink of tea, turning to head for his room and slips inside. He can be heard to quietly root through stuff.

Natalie frowns after Sean, but turns back to Jeremy. "So what's up with Joshua?"

Jeremy shrugs his shoulders. "Um, what do you mean, what is up with him? You want to know whats going on with him, or just whats.. 'up' with him?"

Sean comes back out his room, minus a glass and with his coat on. "Hey, Jer', I'm gonna head out for a bit. I'll catcha later." He nods to Natalie in a goodbye as he heads for the door, opening it and going out, closing it behind him.

Natalie says, "Yes. Both. Either. --Nice meeting you, Sean." Too late. The Galliard sighs and contemplates her water glass. "Well, crap. What, is it my deodorant? A big sign hanging over my head that says "Hi, I'm Natalie, don't talk to me?"

"Don't worry 'bout him. He's going through 'withdrawls'." Jeremy says with a grin. "He's dating this new chick, Artemis.. some Fury. She's a real bitch. Anyways, he's been in love with her for years or some crap, followed her all the way out from Boston. So.. well..... he got lucky, or something, but, he scored with her. You think that'd lighten her up, right? No. Well.. now she's made all kinda claims on 'em. Says he can't drink booze around her, get drunk, or bring home fast girls. Or.." He slides a finger along his throat. "He's not used to being the bitch in a relationship."

"It's not just him," Nat snaps, snapping a hand toward the door. "It's all of you. Well, not you, but everyone else. The only people I get decent introductions from are Fostern or better, of the three cubs we've got two of them are pretty much useless, and the only way I have of talking to my Elder is, apparently, to tie him to a chair!"

Jeremy blinks his eyes slowly as he stares at her.

"Sorry," she mutters, not sounding it at all, her arms folding over her belly in a fine sulk.

"Josh and Katrine aren't useless." Jeremy says finally as he stands up, heading back for his computer desk. "When Josh got here, they stuck him in a house full of ghosts and russian's telling him that Salem was an evil shape shifting demon who sold out the human race. It fucked him up in the head. That an those fucking ghosts kept floating around the mansion, headless, guts ripped out, haunting him at night. Katrine had a shitty time with Salem being a complete prick, so she locked herself away." Jeremy flops down and begins typing once more as usual. "Not to put a dent in Salem at all, but he got two cubs at a really bad time, right as he got his punishment Rite and he didn't come off very 'nice' to them. An with the fact he only has Rina and I to rely on, their teachings dwindled. I'm not trying to put a 'oh woe is me' label on any of them, but to be frank, those cubs got neglected."

"Dammit, how am I supposed to have a good sulk if you keep using logic?" It's a perfectly reasonable question, really. "So what are they both still doing out there? A phoneless farmhouse isn't exactly a good introduction to the Walkers."

"I recently took Kat to the farm two weeks ago, after been prodding her for five months to get her to just talk to me about anything beyond Garou and GlassWalkers. I felt it was in the girl's best interest she got out closer to the Wyld and more in touch with cubs her age. You know, show that we aren't just kidnapping her and making her suffer alone. I'm trying to give her friends, a sense of belonging." Jeremy says, tapping his fingers along the keyboard once more. "Josh... fucked up by trying to run away three times. But, could you blame him? Salem locked him away in the tower upstairs in the basement so he'd stop talking to the Russian's. Tony knows more 'bout that than I do. Once Salem made his decision, I didn't question it. I may have influence here in Claire's, but I am just a kin afterall. I'm not going to tell Salem what to do." He says matter of factly. "But, I guess Salem got fed up with him and pawned him off at the farm. Now that he got his voice back, he's spending more time with them." He pauses, then shrugs. "Stupid pride."

Natalie shifts on the couch. "On whose part? But I can see why Salem'd get fed up with him. I talked to him maybe fifteen minutes and nearly planted my fist in his face. It's like he's deliberately trying to piss people off. I don't think he is," she allows, "That's just the feeling I get. And that ain't healthy. Like I told him yesterday, he was lucky Luna's so small and I liked the shirt I was wearing. Otherwise... roar growl snarl snap: goodbye cub."

"Oh. I won't argue with the fact Josh has issues upstairs. I don't know what is wrong with him. One second he can be pretty cool, the next.. he's a fucking moron. But, Katrine on the other hand is the opposite. She's got it all together. She is a /genius/. In fact, its hard to get pissed off at her. Either she's a fuck up cub, or she's one damn good Galliard and she knows how to make you feel bad for her." Jeremy flashes a grin. "But, you ask her anything, she'll tell ya. She is good for detail. She's a Garou by the book, not by the claw. Thats what you need to mold her out to be."

Natalie meets the grin with an impassive face. "Well, step one How To Be A Galliard: Talk to people. Step two: Running Away From Them Is Bad. Step three... cripes. Step three'll have to wait until she's got one and two down." She snorts and shifts her weight again. "What was that Joshua was saying yesterday? Something about Megan, cubs, and a two-moot rule?"

"Once you get a cub, you got two moots to Rite 'em, or, you kill 'em, or some shit." Jeremy says. "I wasn't there. I just got wind of it from email."

Natalie blinks, taken aback. "Harsh. Look, all this boils down to - I think - lack of Elder. D'you know when a good time to reach him is? Or the best way to talk to him? I understand he's got the weight of the Tribe on his shoulders, but right now the Tribe is me. I still haven't met Leala, I'm not sure about Anthony, and then there's the cubs. I mean, I see you more'n I see him. That's just... weird."

"Not for here. I am Salem's right hand man, Rina is his left. We're the last from the old school. Now that Roger an John is dead.... Frankie an Quentin went South." Jeremy says with a shrug. "You have to excuse Leala. Its her checking account that keeps us in a mansion and food in our mouth. She is rich. Bill Gates rich and she runs a corporation or something."

Natalie says, "Leala can... a corporation? Sheesh. How..." She immediately thinks better of it. "No, I don't wanna know. Well all right, then, Mr. Right Hand, what the hell do I do now?" She unfolds her arms, rests elbows on knees and leans forward. "You wanna know my problem? Here's my problem. Until I have the money, I can't do Chiminage. I don't know if I'm supposed to use my money - doable - or the Tribe's. Until I know about money, I can't decide on design. Until I've done Chiminage, I'm on probation. Salem said so himself. So I don't feel comfortable teaching cubs, answering questions, or do anything but keeping this damn line good and toed. So what the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Teach the cubs." Jermey says simply. "Salem isn't going to tell you No to that. He had Tony teaching Josh just to keep 'both' of them out of his hair. Or, lack there of." Grinning, he heads over to the black trunk and kneels down next to it. Slipping a table cloth off it, he reveals a ten key, bound with flashing lights and an electronic lock. He taps away a seven digit code and hears a click. Lifting it up, he reveals what would appear to be a terroist attack in the making. He lifts up the dynamite and puts it to the side, then a pair of baretta's. He seems to be searching.

Sitting before the couch, doubling as a foot rest, is a large black 'chest'. Locked tight with somekind of a heavyduty electric combination lock. The contents of the box are homemade explosives, so far being: 3 incendiary grenades; 5 small fuse-triggered fire bombs(wonders you can achieve with compressed lysol); 2 unidirected shrapnel trip mines(Think heavyduty shotgun, with metal shrapnel instead of pellets); 3 pairs of handheld walky-talky units with 1.5 mile distance capabiilities, all set to their own frequencies... used for detonation.

Natalie goes quiet at the sight of The Box. "Damn. Got enough boom sticks there?" A quick headshake brings her back to the topic at hand. "Teach the cubs. I'll try - but you said yourself last night that that was the most you'd seen Katrine open up. What was it, two whole sentences? And then she slammed closed like Fort Knox. Is being out at the farm doing her squat load of good, Jer? Or does she just have more places to hide, and more people to hide from?"

Letting out a breath, Jeremy shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know Natalie. I shouldn't be doing the tribe's job, now, should I?" He grunts and stands up, heading into the kitchen, slamming the flat of his hand into the wall as he goes.

If he were to look at her face, he'd see several emotions fly across it, frustration chief among them. "You're asking the wrong person." The leather creaks as she stands, footsteps carrying her toward the closet where the door opens. "Sorry I chased your roommate off."

"You didn't chase my room mate off. Ashley got hurt the other night beating the shit out of something out in the Caern. He's just taking care of her." Jeremy murmurs, filling up a glass of water. He turns around and stares over at her. "Nat, things are just tense around here, thats all. We're under our fourth Sept Leader in five months, its hard unifying the tribes and Salem is trying to keep shit going here. He's not used to being the Don. He needs help."

Natalie turns as well, closet door open and one hand on her coat. "Well, I'm no damn mind reader. Neither's Anthony. He wants help, he's got to tell us what he needs. Anthony's so happy he's got something to do for Chiminage he's practically peed his pants. I'm so damn tense about my own that I could get the damn thing built in a day... but I have to be able to build it, first! Jeez Louise, I'm half-tempted to just wipe out my bank account and build the thing on my own. He wants to reimburse me, that's fine. But until it's done, my hands are tied. I don't feel comfortable asking for details about what's going on - hell, I don't even feel comfortable /listening/ to details. I'm sure as hell not going to poke my nose where it doesn't belong. Yet."

"You are a Galliard, Natalie." Jeremy says with a frown. "That is your job. To poke your nose and shoot off your mouth. Salem is a direct kind of Garou, if you need a tip. You need to be direct with him." Heading over to the open chest, he reaches in and takes out a wad of bundled money, then tosses it over to her. "Two grand. From one Galliard, to another. I'm sure he would have done this if he was in my shoes. Roger cared about this tribe and Sept more than any Walker I know of." He shuts the box with a loud click.

Natalie's clearly startled, but that doesn't stop her from stepping forward to catch the money, or looking like a fish. "...Thanks, Jer. This'll... Yeah, this ought to be enough to get that damn thing built. Mind you," she shakes the wad at him before stuffing it into her coat pocket, "If he throats me over this I'll be sure to blame Joshua. I think I've got enough to get going. Location, size... yeah."

"He won't throat you." Jeremy says with a smirk, arms crossing over his face. "Salem is a kickass guy once you get to know him. Don't let the gruff exterior turn you away. He's one of the Sept's greatest Garou, and has proven it over and over again. We all have speed bumps. He's a pissed off guy, but... if you want a hint, try Vodka."

Natalie closes the closet door again, her coat still inside. Aw. "Y'think he'd be more impressed if I got it legally?" She jerks her head toward the wall o' CPUs. "And do you have a basic stripped down model that us normal folks can use? Or I can tell you the URL I want. Need to do some comparison shopping."

Jeremy grins slightly. "Sure. I got a few barebones sitting on the wall. They aren't even plugged in. I was going to use them to form my own ISP."

"I may not be a tech head," Nat says drily, one eyebrow arching, "But even I know the computer has to be plugged in. Nah, never mind. I'll look at it back at the house."

Jeremy grins. "I could have had the monitors turned off." He says teasingly, taking a sip of his water, eyeing her across the room.

Natalie says, "So what do you want out of me, besides pushy and, well, pushy? Or is that the wrong question to ask? Me, I see this tribe as in need of a lot of help. Yeah, I think Salem needs help, and kin - well, you guys can't do everything we can. Same goes for the other shoe. Are one of you two acting as Beta?"

"Probably Rina if anything." Jermey says with a shrug. "I don't know what I am... um.. pet nerd? I'm just... here. I exist. Ask Salem." He says, honestly. "See what he says. I'm curious to know myself. Maybe Rina and I share the Beta spot."

Natalie huhs and leans up against the wall, her arms folded across her belly again, but loosely. "Figures. Well, you can't Challenge Kin. Salem said Rina was in charge of the, hunh. The seedy side of stuff. And you've got a handle on spying. Surveillience. Anything interesting happen the other day when you were setting all that stuff up? Or did it all go like clockwork?"

"It went like clockwork. Lee and I work well together as far as monkey wrenching goes." Jermey says with a chuckle. "I showed her how to drive a stick shift, then showed her how to replace my transmission."

Natalie says, "That's good," ignoring any possible innuendos. "And Boris doesn't seem to have a clue? Has he talked to anyone new and mysterious, tee em?"

Jeremy was being serious, about the whole thing. "I don't know if he has. He hasn't shown up yet in the film. I'm being patient."

Natalie narrows her eyes. "Wait a minute, I thought it was Boris' house - apartment, job, whatever - you were bugging? He hasn't shown up on the tapes yet?"

"Not in the basement, or on the phone taps. Its only been two days. He does have a life outside of ruining ours." Jeremy chuckles.

Natalie snorts her opinon of that. "Which reminds me. That info you gave me mentioned that Boris has a son. We - you - doing any follow up on him?"

"Yup, he was running around buck naked with his girlfriend that night we were investigating." Jeremy says with a laugh. "I got him on camera and all his wonder."

"Not exactly the follow up I was anticipating," Nat smirks. "Any chance of putting pressure on Boris though the kid?"

"You want to know what I found in his basement before you try that?" Jeremy asks with a grin on his face.

Way to confuse the Galliard. "You haven't seen his basement yet."

"Yes I have. C'mon Nat, yer a Galliard, get your brain warmed up. The basement is where we planted all the bugs, remember?" Jeremy chuckles, heading to his entertainment center, pressing play on the DVD player, then flicks the television on.

Natalie traipses back to the couch and flings herself on it, an arm laying over the back. "No, I quite clearly remember hearing you say that he hadn't been down to the basement yet, and that you didn't know what was in it."

"Thats right, /he/ hasn't been down to his basement, but we have. Its his personal office. I explained all this stuff, didn't I? Or... am I just repeating myself over and over again an forgetting who I talked to? Geezus, I need to set you up in the address book."

Natalie says, "Well, why don't you start from the beginning? If I hear anything twice I'll stop you. I know that there's a Doctor, Boris, Boris' kid, and some freaky guy named Alex. Is he still alive, by the way? And if so, why?"

Jeremy shrugs his shoulders and turns the volume up on the DVD. He is good with visuals, really. He points to the screen.

The tape begins part of the way through... and the image shown seems inline with the photos. It is video taken from obviously hidden locations, like security cameras. In the VIP room of the temple, in an alleyway here and there, in the Demilich. All making deals, selling drugs, and having sex, then... on the tape comes an odd scene. It is of Salem, Cutter, and Rina. In harbor park, from a good distance. You see a man in a full trenchcoat walk by the Fountain. Then after some time there is great comotion. Cutter and Rina are knocked down, followed a little later by Salem, who looks to be beaten soundly by some kind of invisible force. Then after the three are up and standing, Rina is hoisted into the air and thrown into the fountain with much force. The camera then turns down the street, where a man becomes suddenly visible in the middle of the air, like half way through a massive leap that no normal human could accomplish. The camera follows him with speed unnatural, and a smoothness like a professional rolling camera mount. He is running fast down the street now, but at first at an angle that carries him right into a mailbox, which he hits hard, falling back. He picks himself up and using the store fronts as a guide continues to run down the street. This is when he encounters the police who, when the man keeps running at them, all point their weapons at him while their cars all in the road and on the sidewalk act like a roadblock. As he continues to run in, the police on the scene that appears to be in charge orders him to stop, which doesn't happen. Again and again he yells till one of the officers fires his gun without orders. The bullet hits the runner square in the face, and while the runner's face snaps to the side he doesn't stop running. Now, all kinds of bullets are being fired, and just bounce off of the man like he wasn't simply flesh for bullets to tear through. This is when he makes a massive leap, well over the cops and their cars, and takes off with such speed that they can't keep up with him. He turns to run down an alleyway, slamming into the side of a building. He feels his way down until he manages to get into an alleyway. The camera follows him, panning to keep the runner in view perfectly. About the end of the alleyway the runner leaps straight up and high enough to get on top of a building. Which is when the camera stops following him. Never does the camera show the Runner's face, but it is easy enough to assume it is the same as the man in the earlier shots, the man Jeremy would recognize as Alexy Ironskin from his computer research earlier.

Nat blinks. "...Damn. That's... just damn. Anyone else pick up that he's having trouble seeing where he's going?"

"He's moving too fast. You notice that? Now think to yourself... the camera man is moving just as fast and /better/ than this guy is, right?" Jeremy says, raising up a brow.

"Camera guy, or computer," Nat agrees.

"Camera guy, you can tell by the way of movement." Jeremy says, pointing at the screen. "This looked to be a 'test run' of their new creation. They perfected one an is working on another. Its like a super human version of jackass."

"You know cameras better. OK, so Type 2 is filming Type 1? Or vice versa?" She rises to come tap at the screen. "Go back to the bit in the park. A lot of those things he was doing looked kinda like Gifts."

Jeremy taps a few scenes back an lets the video roll, putting it on slow motion. "I wouldn't know, but maybe you'd pick up on it better."

Natalie hovers over his shoulder, frowning at the screen. Every so often she says, "Hmn," or "Huh." Only rarely does she offer a, "Hah!" "There. That leaping thing. That looks like Leap of the Kangaroo. The running... I bet the Striders would have something like that. Damn, we need us some serious Theurge help. I wonder if these really are spirit-based? Or... or if they've figured out some way of activating a fetish."

"Or genetically alterations. Remember that info I sent you before? Homeboy got a background in genetics. They could be altering humans, to become ... hunters of some sort, to track us down." Jeremy furrows his brows.

"Hmnn..." She doesn't sound convinced. "Maybe. But what little I remember of biology says nuh-unh. Humans just can't handle that sort of... of alteration." She grins down at him. "You're too fragile. So no fifty-foot ants, no people running at the speed of, of the freeway." She taps the screen again. "My vote's for the spirit angle. Who's that Theurge Salem keeps talking about? Cutter? Does he know about this stuff?"

Jeremy snorts slightly at Natalie, then lets his gaze drift heavenwards. It seems that he has something on his mind.

"What?" Well, that's nothing if not blunt.

"Oh, nothing. Its just that you crack me up." Jeremy says, turning his head back to her.

Natalie says, "Oh, good. There's nothing like being the butt of a joke to really make a girl feel good about herself."

"Oh c'mon. Think like a Glass Walker. You see that guy taking bullets and having them bounce off his skin and face? They are using something else besides genetic engineering. I think they are dabbling with the Wyrm." Jeremy says. "Using the two together to create crude technology."

Natalie turns away from him and stalks back to the couch. "Oh, c'mon," she mimics, twisting her voice mockingly. "Don't be so stupid, Nat. Oh, c'mon..." She stops, attention turning inward. "Huh."

Huffing, Jeremy murmurs. "Sorry Nat. I'm not trying to make fun of you. Just.. try an pity me. I'm a nerd and used to being around other nerds."

Natalie waves the apology away, still distracted. "Just a sec. Does Anthony have a cell phone? Or is there someone in town who knows Gifts? Not that Trevor, he's Ritemaster. Gifts."

Jeremy bobs his head. "Tony has a cell phone. Um.. gifts? I dunno. Megan?"

Natalie repeats, "Megan. Right. You have numbers for either of them? I've got an idea about that..." Now her hand flips toward the screen. "You keep thinking it's Wyrm and Bionic Ultraman. I'll investigate my idea."

Jeremy nods his head and then picks up his cell phone. "Got the one I gave you, right?" He asks.

The Galliard pulls the phone off her hip in mute answer.

Jeremy he presses a few buttons on his, and soon, a soft beep echos from your phone. On your screen, shows a password.

Natalie arches an eyebrow at her display before aiming it at the kin. "At the risk of sounding like a Red Talon, what did you do?"

"You an I are now connected via blue tooth. So, type in the password." Jeremy says with a grin on his face.

Natalie eyes him dourly, but pokes at her keypad. "All right. So now you'll down load you information to my phone? Explain how this is faster than you reading off ten digits and me inputting them?"

Jeremy sighs inwardly to himself and presses a button once he gains access. Beep. The names, address information and even picture of each of them, shows up on the screen. It's recorded neatly into your address book.

Natalie says, "More than I needed, but thanks. Got it." She reholsters her phone, then leans forward again, knees on elbows. "Who else has seen," a nod to the big' ol' screen, "This?"

"You, Salem, me, and Lee." Jermey says as he leans back into the couch.

Nat asks, "Can I get a smaller home version to show people? 'People' being Anthony and Megan? I don't need it all, just the running, the invisible, and the jumping bits. ...Well, no, actually, thinking about it I do need it all. Megan knows about the Russians; I told her... what, yesterday? Tuesday, maybe. Whenever I met her. Tuesday. Anyway, I think it's something she ought to see."

Jeremy blinks his eyes. "Did you tell Salem that you told Megan?" He asks, squeaking.

Natalie's smile is wry. "He was right there and told me to do it. So yeah, she knows. She said she'd leave it to the Walkers to investigate. Why? Something wrong with Megan knowing?"

"Nah. Just don't want you going over the Don's head when it comes to that stuff. Its up to him to tell that kinda stuff. Don't need him to get into a bad mood cuz Megan starts ripping him about a veil breech." Jer' says with a huff.

"He told Trevor to tell her," she replies, unruffled. "I just got to her first. Besides, didn't I just hear someone telling me that my job as a Galliard was to nose around, ask questions, and then tell people the results? Yeah, it bites that it's my Elder possibly involved in a veil breach, but Cutter was involved too. Which I told her."

Jeremy nods his head and grins, reaching out and tapping your shoulder. "Yer' right. I'll keep my mouth shut." He says with a chuckle. "That is afterall, my job."

Natalie rolls eyes. "So glad you approve. Y'mind if I'm terribly rude and try calling those two now? It's the middle of the day; they're probably not home but I'd feel better knowing I tried to call."

Jeremy nods his head. "Go ahead. I don't mind at all." He says with a grin on his face, raising up a brow slightly.

Natalie nods by way of answers and makes two quick calls. She must get voice mail for both of them, for her message is essentially the same. Hi, it's me, I need to talk to you about this Russian thing. She slips her phone back onto her hip yet again with a snort. "Like I figured. So can you burn me a CD with that stuff? And, um, maybe loan me a laptop or something? Anthony can just see it back at the estate, but I think I'd have a hard time getting Megan to visit. Maybe not, though."

Jeremy shrugs his shoulders and slips the DVD out of the player and hands it over. "No problem. I got the mpeg ripped onto my PowerMac."

Natalie accepts the disk and crosses back to the closet to slip it into her coat. "Thanks. Any other news for me? Stuff I ought to know?"

Jeremy shakes his head. "Not from my end really." He says, glancing around the room. "This is the only project that I am currently working on."

Natalie says, "Great. ...And the laptop?"

"Um.. " Jeremy says, glancing around. He heads to the closet and starts to dig around in the back of all the boxes, pulling out an older Compaq. "Its a Pentium two, but it has a DVD player and a modem."

"That's all I need," assures the Galliard. "I don't need anything to stream or flash. Just spin this shiny album around at at least 45 rpm." She grins. "Will he run even faster if it's 33?"

"I don't know. Did the six million dollar man?" Jeremy says, handing it over to her, along with a power cable. "Maybe when he jumps, he makes those neato leaping noises that Wonder Woman used to do."

Natalie tucks the cable into her coat as well, but the laptop stays firmly under one elbow. "Oh, I hope so. That'd make it easier to follow him. Nananananan! Nananananan!" Yes, boys and girls, someone's been watching a leetle too much TVLand.

Jeremy laughs. "Nerd." He says, becoming nearly all giggles. "Thats too funny." He says, slipping his hands into his pockets. "So I guess I'll be seeing you later? I'm going to hit the shower and grab something to eat."

"Geek," Nat fires back. "Yeah, probably. I'm going to head back, see if Anthony's at the house. Then I've got to order that damn greenhouse. I might see about heading out to the farm, but I really have to look into Washington's construction rules, too. No rest for the wicked."

Jeremy nods his head and smiles, then salutes the Galliard. "Alrightie. Cockroach protect."

Natalie says, "Gaia bless." She slips into her coat, laptop under her arm again, and heads for the door. "Say hey to Sean for me."

[End of log]