Big Red Barn

The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.

The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.

Contents:
Ashley
Emma

Obvious exits:
BarnYard

Pondering a bit more, Artemis finally suggests. "Why not Rips-The-Wyrms-Gut?" She says, flashing a grin. "Its very... Ahrounish."

Emma chuckles, "Oh yeah, very. I just, want something that fits me. Ya know?"

"Hmm.." Artemis ponders, then shrugs her shoulders. "I think you are too picky." She chuckles. "Try something simple then."

The barn doors open, admitting a Natalie in her usual workout gear - her usual gear, period. About the only concession to impending sweatiness is the towel draped around her neck. The Walker slides the door closed again before turning and heading for the back of the barn, angling toward her packmates at Ashley's words. "How about Steals-Wheels?" she growls, fixing the Get with one irritated eye.

Emma turns around and winces a bit, "Oh yeah, uh really sorry about that Nat, it was a dire emergency. I hope Trevor filled you in on it?"

"Isolates her packmate at the damn farm on her birthday?" Nat continues inexorably, folding her arms over her chest and not letting Emma wriggle off. "And no, Trevor didn't tell me a damn thing. I just smelled the two of you and some stranger all over the cab. What, you had to go joyriding? Who lifted my keys?"

Ashley raises up a brow and glances between the two, obviously confused.

Emma shakes her head, taking this very seriously. "No no, no one, I don't do that kind of stuff. It's like Gaia provided for us, yah. That's it. They were on the floor, and Trevor got all goofy, spirit-stuff goofy. He said he saw a kinfetch and we had to get to the city fast."

"Kinfetch." Nat glances at Ashley as if expecting her to second or deny Emma's story. "...That's different, I guess. All I know is I went upstairs and when I came back down you two were gone, and so was my truck." Most of the rest of her anger disappears on an exhale. "Fine. You get her? The cub, I mean?"

Emma nods. "A he. Never caught his name, we got to him before the shit hit the fan, so all is good I suppose. I uh, ya know, got back, and took off." She offers a sheepish grin, "Just in case you were gonna maul first, ask questions later."

The Fury appears to be hearing this story for the first time herself. She just stands there quietly, arms crossing behind her back.

Natalie scrapes both hands through her hair. "Yeah, well, I'm not. Just kinda ticked. But cubs are cubs, I guess. Just wish someone'd left a note, or something."

Emma nods, "Sorry, was in a panicked rush. I'll uh try not to do that again."

[Scene ends]

Cockroach Mansion -- Downstairs

The heavy, dark opulence to this mansion known as Dominion is perfectly exemplified by the room vistors first enter, this front hall. Dark-stained wood serves as paneling on the walls, gleams with high gloss in the hardwood floor, and supports a semi-circular balcony in carved pillars. The heavy double doors, made of oak, open into the hall from the south, opposite the huge, hourglass-shaped staircase composed of red and black gneiss which soars up to the balcony; both are fenced in with a wooden railing of simple spiraled posts. Several doorways can be made out on the second floor, nearly blending in discreetly with the back wall. The wall to the left of the front doors is composed entirely of windows which run from the forty-foot-tall domed dark wood ceiling to the floor; if drawn, the heavy velvet drapes of deep red would completely mask them from view, but when parted, as they often are, one has a marvelous view of the grounds outside.

A doorway to the right of the front doors leads to a parlor, and towards the back are the kitchens, the large dining room, and Salem's office.

(+views set)

Obvious exits:
Tower Stairway Elder's Office Front Doors

In the parlor Nat does tai-chi, accompanied by flute-laden new age music. As is her usual when she's exercising she's shoved all the furniture up against the walls, giving herself a nice big area to move around in. One of the armchairs half-blocks the doorway - not enough to prevent entrance, but surely an unconcious statement.

Heading down the stairs is Jeremy, dressed up in his typical vampire like apparel. His eyes squint a bit at the sound of music, then peers over at her, arms crossing as he rests against them on the banister.

Natalie and her tai-chi couldn't be farther from gothism if you dressed her in pink glitter. As the music continues Nat brings her arms together in front of her chest and comes to a halt, scarcely even breathing hard. Though she's facing the parlor doorway her eyes are closed, her attention focused inward.

The kinfolk remains quiet so not to interrupt, glancing back up the stairs, pondering if he should head back into his room and start fiddling on his machine again.

Anthony checks in, entering through the front door and starting directly back towards the kitchen hallway. The music in the parlor only merits a quick glance in its general direction, and he seems to not notice Jeremy on the stairs.

Natalie opens her eyes, blinking to reorient herself, momentarily dazed. "Uh, hi, Jeremy. Long time." She fusses with the seams on her shirt, cheeks flushing at being caught unaware. "How long've you been standing there?"

"Not long, I was just curious about the music, thats all." Jeremy explains as he ponders which direction to take, opting to stand at the stairs instead.

"How's married life?" the Galliard calls after him as she crosses to turn off the music. "You busy, or can you talk a bit?" Tony's flyby didn't even register on her radar, alas.

"Married life is.. good. Sure, I can talk. Whats up?" Jeremy asks as he starts to descend the stairs, shouldering his backpack around his neck.

"Basic info sharing," she explains, starting to move the furniture back to its usual spot. Lifting, thank you, not sliding. "Got to keep us all informed. ...Did I hear someone come in the back?"

A little bit of rummaging around later, Tony, plus one can of soda, heads back from the kitchen to the front hall, pausing when he reaches it to pop the can open.

"I um.. think it was Anthony." Jeremy says, pointing over to the kitchen at the entering Ragabash.

"Who was me?" Tony asks, continuing on towards the parlor.

Nat says, "Anthony! Come join the party." She continues to move furniture, offering the two men a grin as she hoists the door-blocking chair. "And happy St. Patrick's day, by the way."

Lifting up a hand, Jeremy wiggles his fingers slightly in greetings, before he slips his hand back into his jacket, relaxing somewhat against the wall.

"Oh, that's today, isn't it?" Anthony muses. "I forgot. Not my kind of holiday, anyway. Hi, Jeremy," he adds as an afterthought.

"That's good enough for now," Natalie decides, flopping down in one of the chairs and grinning over at the two. "I'll finish the rest after lunch. So. What've you got for me? What d'you wanna know? Me, I'm packed now - under Wolverine, with Signe as alpha."

"After my info dump in your email, I really haven't dug up anything else. I've been struggling to get some homework done and well.. work out this being married thing." Jeremy admits.

"Married?" Tony looks mildly surprised. "What, you run off to Reno or something?" He heads into the parlor now, himself, leaning against the back of an empty chair.

Natalie hangs one knee over the arm and lets the married dude field this one, contenting herself with a grin.

"Vegas, actually." Jeremy says with a clear of his throat, glancing to his feet, shifting some. "Dakota and I got hitched."

"Thought so," Tony declares with a nod or two. "Well, congratulations, good luck and all that."

"Cripes, I never even gave you a present, or anything." Nat's good mood is squelched slightly by this realization. "D'you two need anything?"

Jeremy shakes his head. "Nah, we're fine actually. We really don't need anything." He thinks for a moment, then nods his head in confirmation.

Natalie teases, "Not even a toaster or ammunition? Every married couple needs ammo!"

"What about a fondue set? For all that fondue you'll be making?" Tony adds.

Jeremy snorts slightly. "Really, we're fine... and... I don't even know how to make fondue, or what it is."

Nat says, "Honestly, Tony. Everyone knows: real kinfolk don't eat fondue!" Cliche thoroughly mangled, she offers the pair of them another toothy smile. "Anything else? I've got some news about what's-his-face, but I'd rather stay in this good mood as long as possible, thanks."

"Okay, then a gravy boat it is," Tony declares, finishing off his drink before looking to Natalie. "Which what's-his-face? There are a bunch of what's-his-faces."

"What's-his-face the Walker who isn't a Walker but is." The Galliard sighs and studies the ceiling for a minute. "Please tell me someone has something else. Anything. Shoe size. I don't care."

"What about him?" Tony asks, but apparently changes his mind quite quickly. "Wait, sorry. Uh, so ... uh, I guess there's nothing new about the Russian situation?" he corrects, falling back on a safe standby.

"Nothing new from what I told you the other day," Natalie agrees, rather glumly. "I haven't heard when this ambush is going to take place yet. And Jeremy's still digging through the harddrives in between studying and," she glances over to make sure the kin is safely away, "Nookie."

"So who's doing the ambush? And where's it going to be?" Tony circles the chair he's leaning on, taking a seat carefully.

"Two very good questions," Nat assures him. "Yup. Very good questions, those are."

"I guess the very good answers to those very good questions don't exist, then," Tony concludes. "We really need to plan this better."

Nat says, "Ah, they probably exist. I just don't know what they are. You could talk to, hm... Salem, probably. Or Konstantin, he might know, though personally I wouldn't trust him as far as I could drop-kick this house." Nat shifts around until both legs are hanging over the chair's arm. "Or Signe. Though she hasn't told me anything, so she might not know either."

"Well, that sucks." Anthony idly crumples up the empty soda can. "I wish we'd get up and actually start doing something about it instead of just sitting around and putting it off until next week all the time."

Natalie says, "We probably are. It's just like I said, though: no one's telling me anything. I'm trying, here, but I'm not gonna play Mother-May-I for the entire Sept."

Anthony nods. "That too, I guess," Anthony agrees, frowning at the crushed can as he trails off.

Natalie studies the Ragabash glumly for a minute. "So. Joshua. I got a lovely email from him this morning. Don't ask me how Mr. Stuck-on-the-bawn-where-Megan-hates-technology is hiding the damn thing. I heard from Megan, too: he has to toe the line and act like a Walker for two months before he can consider another tribe."

"What? Screw that. I don't think there's anyone here that wants him, except maybe, I dunno, Cat," Tony protests at the ceiling. "And how the hell's he gonna act like a Walker when he's Mr. 'Cities-are-evil-Wyrm-tainted-scabs'?"

"Y'got me. And no, he's not exactly Mr. Popular." Nat's teeth reappear, but it's not a friendly smile. "Plus the fact that the Alpha's just screwed over the Elder Challenge that I specifically made to fall under the guidelines she demanded. I'm gonna go talk to her. Josh doesn't want us, we don't want him. I don't think it's exactly a Fianna's decision what happens to the little creep."

"Do you think she even talked to him before deciding this? He's not exactly crying over being asked to leave," Tony grunts. "The only -- only -- reason he wants to stay is 'cause he's got the hots for Rina."

Natalie considers the ceiling as well. "Hell if I know. Heh - probably everything straight with an XY chromosome has the hots for Rina. But like I said, I've gotta talk to Megan. I think the nutjob's still on Guardian duty for the rest of the month, so we have some wiggle room. You shoulda' seen the email he sent: idiot-boy thinks he's in the army, or something."

Anthony says "Yeah, he talks like that sometimes, too. It's weird. I guess it's just how he thinks about it, though. A few days ago, I told him I'd meet him to talk about something-or-other, and then I missed the appointment, and the next time I saw him he gave me this big lecture about how discipline's important to Ahrouns or something. He doesn't seem to get that not everyone's like him. Oh, and then he almost frenzied on me, but that's another story."

Natalie says, "Oh good god." She pushes herself up on her elbows to frown over at him - the frown more for the situation than him. "The boy's got no self-control at all, is living in a delusion, and is breaking - deliberately, for all I know - rules set down by the Alpha. And she wants us to harbor this for two months? Damn, Tony, you have to come with me when I talk to her. She needs to hear this crap."

Natalie and Tony are in the parlor, talking normally. About half of the furniture is where it 'should' be, the other half is up against the walls. The Galliard is parked in one of the chairs, butt where it should be but legs hanging over one arm.

There is a shuffling from upstairs and you hear someone making noise on the stairs. Leala descends briskly, looking over some papers in her hand. She looks up, and notices the rearranged furniture and comes to a halt at the base of the stairs. "What's with all this?" she gestures to the parlor.

"I know. And over dumb little crap, too. I think this time it just started over me bumping into him. It turned into a staredown, and I won, fair and square, but then he freaked out, smashed a beer bottle, growled at me and ran away." Tony restlessly leaves his chair, circling back around it to lean against it again.

"Hell," Nat begins, rearing up at the interruption to look over the low back of her chair. "Oh hey, Leala. Come and sit? You got that email from the headcase, right? Tony and I were just talking about it. Since this involves your Challenge, you've got a right to weigh in."

Leala moves over to the parlor and grabs one of the seats not pushed up against the wall. "I did receive that, yes. When I spoke to Joshua yesterday, he informed me that he had one week to find a new tribe or be Lone Wolfed, so I was interested to hear of this change." She looks a bit miffed. "However, what is the point of chiming in if the Alpha has already made her decision? Frankly, I think this is a matter for our tribe to settle." She's frowning a deep frown now, clearly annoyed.

"Personally, I'd have him Lone Wolfed now and put him on a bus to Seattle," Tony mutters, resting his forearms over the back of the chair. "Doubt that'd fly with Megan, but who cares."

Natalie says, "Damn straight it's a tribal matter." She settles back into her chair, arms folded over her chest. "And let me tell you how thrilled I am that Megan's sticking her nose in it. Let me ask you both: you want me to go to Megan alone to protest it, or d'you wanna come with? I think it'd have more weight if we had as many of us there as possible, but I could understand if you didn't want to face her over it. We could all get into deep kimchee."

"I am all for protesting, however, I'm not of the opinion that the kid should lone wolfed. I'm of the opinion that he hasn't done anything worth such a harsh punishment," Leala adds, grimacing in the knowledge that such an opinion is not popular. "Regardless of how nutty he is, he's still family. He may not like it, but he is." She adds, "During my conversation with him yesterday, he told me that Salem had told him to 'leave or be kicked out'. So, he chose to renounce. Whether that's an exaggeration or not, I don't know. But if he feels he's been forced to renounce, then that changes things." There is a lot of concern on Leala's face now.

"Well, I would, but I'm not sure if it'd be a good idea, seeing's how I'm not really quite a member of the sept yet, and also that I'm not in a pack yet either, so, uh, that's two strikes against me right there, and so I don't think I'd really be helping your case much," Anthony replies, rubbing his forehead absently.

Natalie studies Tony soberly. "As far as I'm concerned, you are. And as soon as that plumbing's finished..." She trails off to turn her attention back to Leala. "You ever hear me say he had to go Ronin? Hell no. I just don't want him as a Walker. He hates it, hates everything we stand for. Plus he's loopy as a rollercoaster and has no damn self-control. I don't know what Salem told him, but Salem told me that yeah, he'd encouraged Josh to leave. I dunno if that was 'encouragement' with a baseball bat, or what. But last week I went to go see him and told him flat out that as far as I was concerned he was still a Walker - a Walker in kimchee, maybe, but a Walker - until he left of his own say-so. So he said-so, right in front of the Rite-Master. So that's yet another person Megan's screwing over when she's meddling."

Natalie adds reluctantly, "Two, if you count Josh in this."

Glad to hear Natalie's words, Leala nods. "Yes, he is. I agree he's not happy and should find another tribe, but kicking him out of the sept is punishment for a crime that wasn't committed." She turns to Tony. "Perhaps Megan feels that we aren't up for solving our own problems because we don't operate as a tribe. We don't present a united front to her or anyone else." She shrugs. "You may not be a member by chiminage, but you are a member of this tribe and this household."

Natalie eyes Leala rather cynically. When she speaks, though, her tone is as pleasant as before. "I don't know why, as there is a declared and acting Walker Elder. It may not be the Elder everyone wants to have, but he's leaving."

Anthony considers the two statements, giving them both a somber nod. "I think I'll join you in talking to her, then, Nat," he concludes. He starts to say something else, but his phone rings, and he mumbles an indistinct apology as he hurries out of the parlor to answer it.

Leala looks slightly amused by Natalie's words. "This tribe has long been disorganized. We've lost more members than the Smoker's Rights Coalition." Her tone darkens. "In all seriousness, the Walkers have been floundering of late. We need to find our feet once again as a tribe." She sits back in the chair, eyeing the direction that Tony went when he departed.

Natalie replies evenly, "And you think you can do it. Well," she looks away, breaking any gaze, "Maybe you're right. Maybe you're not. That's why there's the Challenge." She snorts. "That's why there was the Challenge. Damn Megan anyway."

"She certainly is having a problem distinguishing between Sept matters and Tribal matters," Leala says sullenly.

"So can I count on your support?" Nat asks, swinging her attention back to the Ragabash.

Anthony distractedly nods to Natalie as he tries his best to manage the parlor conversation and the phone conversation simultaneously.

"You can," Leala says simply.

Anthony returns from the phonecall, dropping the cellphone back into his pocket and retreating from the parlor doorway back to his chair.

Natalie says, "Good," nodding to Tony as he returns. "So lemme make sure I've got everything straight. Sing out if I screw up or miss anything. Number one: We don't want Joshua in the tribe. Number two: We don't think he deserves to be made Ronin - but he can choose it for himself if he wants. Number three: stay the hell away from our tribe, you damn Fianna." She smirks at the last one. "Maybe it needs a bit of prissying up?"

"I believe he should remain in the tribe until another is found. So, effectively, just state that a Ronin is not an acceptable result. Either he finds a new tribe, or he remains Glass Walker," Leala says. "I do not agree that he should be forced to try to be a Glass Walker for two months. If he finds a tribe tomorrow, he should be free to choose them."

Anthony nods to the first two, then chews his lip thoughtfully at the third. "Yeah, definitely needs something, maybe a few 'pleases' and 'politely requests' and all that," Tony agrees.

Natalie tries again with a smirk. "We politely request that you please stay the hell away from our tribe, you damn Fianna?" "--Y'know, Leala, I almost might have you deal with Megan. I mean, this is your Challenge she's pissing over."

Leala nods. "I can do that. I have a more," she pauses, "diplomatic way of saying things." She grins.

"Tony?" Nat looks over at the other Raggie. "You OK with Leala handling this, or do you want me to?"

"Maybe it'd be better if you two showed up together; I mean, show that you're willing to work together as a tribe, put aside the whole challenge thing to figure this out, that whole deal," Anthony says, thinking out loud.

"We can show up together, but I can still do the talking," Leala adds. "We may want to put off making a decision in total and ask that the challenge be allowed to take place as a means of rendering the decision."

Natalie considers both their words, then nods. "That works for me. I know I'm not much of a diplomat, and yeah, all of us sticking together will show that dammit, we are united. --Which reminds me, Leala. I've got your other Elder for you. Signe's my choice... assuming that Megan lets you go through with it, of course."

"Other elder?" Tony asks. "Is this part of the challenge?"

Leala nods. "I will be speaking with Jacinta today."

Natalie nods as well. "Yeah, it is." She glances at Leala as if checking for permission, but continues without it. "Leala's Challenge is - was - to decide what to do with idiot-boy, then defend her decision in front of Megan and two other Elders. One my choice, one hers. It may be more a Philodox thing, but it'll show how she leads, and makes sure she's got the approval of at least a couple other Elders."

Leala nods in agreement at Natalie's words. "We should speak to Megan as soon as possible." She looks a little tense, but there is determination in her face.

"I see," Anthony says slowly. "Yeah, we really need to get this finished up with, so we can concentrate on more important things; we can't be arguing over politics with Boris doing God-knows-what getting ready to attack Salem."

Natalie says, "I'll leave a note for her at the farmhouse," nodding decisively. "Yeah, I agree, Tony. --Which reminds me in a roundabout way. Have you two met Quentin?"

Leala has met Quention a while ago. "He's back around?" She looks surprised.

"Quentin? With the blue hair? Yeah, I know him," Tony says, pushing himself up off the back of the chair. "Why?"

Natalie answers Leala first. "He is, yes. Thinking of staying, too. I don't see why he shouldn't?" She looks between the two, waiting to see if they know of any reasons.

Heading back downstairs is Jeremy, hopping a few steps at a time until he makes it to the bottom. "Ya'guys talking 'bout Q?" He asks curiously.

Leala shrugs. "I can't think of any reason why Quentin shouldn't stay. He's welcome to a room here," she gestures around, "if he needs it."

"Seems like a nice enough guy; haven't really talked to him much, but ..." Tony turns his attention to the entryway. "Yeah... yeah we are."

Natalie's still draped in a chair, and leans back to eye the Kin. "Welcome back. Yeah, we are. I've talked to him; seems normal. I thought it was a pretty novel experience." She grins at him, then the others. "Normal Glass Walker. It's like a compare and contrast with Joshua, innit?"

"I used to live with him throughout his cubbing to Cliath'n. He's my best friend." Jeremy says simply as he slips his hands into his pocket, offering up a quick smile.

Leala rolls her eyes at Natalie. "You weren't even here for Roger, or," she shudders, "Jonathan. I only heard about him."

"Or Rotem." Jeremy slips in.

Natalie grins back at the woman. "According to Salem, Josh makes Roger look sane. And considering that he was Metis..."

"So, uh, why'd you ask?" Tony repeats to Natalie, the names of former crazies not even making a whoosh sound as they go over his head.

Jeremy huffs slightly. "Roger was a genius." He says, frowning faintly. "He wasn't insane in the least. He just... was overzealous with his inventions."

"He was insane Jer. Most geniuses are." Leala states that matter-of-factly. "He would have agreed with me, were he here today."

"Quentin was thinking of staying," Nat repeats, ignoring the Roger-fanclub. "I didn't see a problem with it, but I wanted to check what you lot thought first. You think he's cool; I'm all for it."

"Oh, okay. Well, yeah, it'd be nice, I think," Anthony replies, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Do you know if he's in a pack?"

"He was still a cub when we formed Synthesis, I believe," Leala says. "I don't remember him being packed." She shrugs.

Natalie says, "He wasn't last time I talked to him. Granted, that was a couple of days ago and lord only knows what's happened since." She grins up at the ceiling. "Likely he's had time to renounce, become Theurge, join another tribe and father three or four children between now and then."

Looking at the ground, Leala stifles a giggle. "Maybe we should consider a Walker pack?" she says when she finds her voice again.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Tony replies, the corners of his mouth rising slowly at Natalie's joke. "We've got enough people for it, right?"

"We only need a few. If we want to pack under Roach, we get some really helpful stuff, such as checking out live data streams in the Umbra." Leala gives Jeremy a look. "It would have been really helpful in our quest for information about Boris."

"You'll have to count me out." Nat's hands lift to fend off the idea, though she doesn't look at the other. "I'm one of Wolverine's girls. Already Packed, since Sunday."

"Yeah, I know, you told us about the fun little romp he had you do first." Tony goes back to slouching, draping his arms over the back of the chair.

Natalie's head comes up. "Did I? I forgot. Damn. --You gonna come sit, Jer? I promise we won't bite."

"If we could get at least four, we'd have a strong pack," Leala says, though she appears lost in thought, possibly considering logistics. "I don't suppose K.C. is every around?"

"Who?" Tony replies, scratching his head at the name. "Never heard of him. There's me and you and Quentin and maybe Cat, though."

Leala grins. "K.C. is a female Philodox. She lives in here in the Dominion, though I haven't seen her around lately."

"I haven't heard of her," Nat seconds, letting Jer off the hook for now. "But if you want to pack with Cat, that'd be spiff. He's a decent kid. And like I said, Quentin's normal. So that's two decent people in a pack of four. Not bad." Her broad grin invites the others in on the joke.

Looking pretty unamused by Natalie's joke, Leala says, "Maybe I should talk to someone about us getting a pack together? We'd need a Theurge to help us out."

Anthony furrows his eyebrows at Natalie's joke. "Cat's a theurge," he offers, gears turning in his head as he considers this. "There's a Gnawer I know that's a Theurge, but I don't think she'd be too hot on helping us out if we pack under Roach," he adds. "Nat, there's a Theurge in your pack, right? Maybe you could talk to her, too."

"We can also talk to Megan about it. I believe she can perform the Rite." She thinks. "Now might not be the best time to bring it up to her though, although she did say she wanted us to pack. And forming a Walker pack would also show solidarity." [Leala]

Natalie rolls her eyes. "Oh for..." She shoves herself upright, letting her legs swing off the arm. "Yeah, there is. That Fury, Ashley Wants-To-Be-God. But Trevor can run the Rite too. Least he did to summon Wolverine for us. I'd talk to him if I was you."

"Oh. I thought there was someone else, and she was an Ahroun," Tony replies, scratching his head. "Yeah. Scratch her. Anyway."

Natalie ticks off on her fingers, "Signe: Get, Ahroun. Emma: ditto. Doc: Fury, Ahroun. God: Fury, Theurge. Then me. That's all of us in Havoc. You're probably thinking of Doc, right?"

"Probably. Never met her before. And knowing Ashley, I guess I just made a reasonable assumption." Tony pauses. "Well, ah, anyway, anything else we need to know before we start trying to organize this thing?"

"Not that I can think of," Leala says. "We'll probably want to get Quentin and Cat together to discuss the idea before we talk to Trevor though."

"No problems from my end, for what that's worth," Nat says, stretching. "I think I'm gonna go get something to drink. Anyone else want something?"

"Well, if you're heading that way, I'll take a can of soda," Tony replies, again sinking back into the chair he had been leaning on.

Leala shakes her head. "I'm fine, thanks."

"No prob," is Nat's answer, giving Leala a nod. "Be back in a few."

The kinfolk has been quiet as the three Garou talk amongst themselves. He actually found his attention drawn to his PDA, tapping away at it, leaning against the wall.

"Jeremy, Natalie said you had some plans to contact the Cuban police about the doctor? Did you do that?" She looks pretty skeptical at the thought of such a plan working.

Jeremy shakes his head. "I didn't. I was wondering if we could just take him out before he does. That way, no innocents have to be hurt if we did get the police involved."

"But the documents you found said he was leaving on Sunday, so he should be out of the country by now? Were we planning to intercept him somehow?" She seems kind of agitated that nothing's been planned for his capture by the others.

"Yeah, it looks like we're just we're ignoring him," Tony points out, getting in on the conversation as well. "Did we decide he's not a risk after all, or what?"

Jeremy shrugs his shoulders. "Well, I can't do anything 'bout it. I gave Nat and Salem the information they needed. I wasn't about to strap on a flak jacket and bust in his front door."

Leala rolls her eyes at the kin. "Well, it's Salem and Signe's baby now, and they seem disinclined to make any moves in that direction." She sighs and sits back. "I know that guy is important."

"It looks like Salem and Signe are just concentrating on getting rid of one guy," Anthony notes, looking up at the ceiling pensively. "I'd really like to get out there and check it out myself, but..."

Natalie wanders back down the hallway with a can in either hand. "You want orange or Coke, Tony?"

"There are three elements to this operation. The doctor, who's in charge of all the street goons, Boris, who's got his Mafia peeps at the house, and Alex Ironskin, who's all super-invsible-guy. I don't think any of the three should be ignored, and I'm especially interested in the doctor, and the children being sold into slavery in Cuba. Hell, Salem can at least go wolfy. What can those poor kids do to protect themselves?" Leala looks agitated.

Jeremy grows quiet again as he starts to tap away at his PDA, letting out a sigh.

"...eh, I'll take the orange, I guess," Tony finishes as Natalie re-enters the room. "I don't think we should ignore any of them, either, but it looks like we're just going to throw everything at that one Alex guy. Which I think is pretty stupid."

"If Salem and Signe are going to ignore the doctor, I think we should mobilize another group to go after him before he leaves," Leala says, looking at the others.

Natalie hands Tony his pop and retreats to her chair, scootching it around to face the others. "Where'd you get this info, Leala? Sounds like you know more about it than anyone. I mean, I haven't heard some of it. I didn't even know that Alex was the invisible dude, and not Boris, until you told me." Her tone suggests that the Ragabash has been withholding info.

Jeremy lets out a breath. "No one knows where this Doctor lives. I don't got an address. All I know is that he's going to make it to Florida somehow. For all I know, he could live in Utah or something."

Leala looks at Natalie. "If you'd read through that information that Jeremy passed around, it was all in there," Leala shoots back towards the Elder, with a huff. "It says that he's taking an airfoil to Cuba, and we even have a boarding time. We should at least be able to mobilize against him and nab him. You have the address of his wife and children. We haven't even tried checking there?" She's growing more agitated.

"His wife and children live in Germany last I researched." Jeremy murmurs softly, then slips his laptop out of his backpack, opening it up again. He starts to tap away at a few things.

Natalie leans forward, her Coke cradled in her hands. "I know about the airfoil, Leala," she says, voice quiet. "I didn't know that he was in charge of the street goons, or that information about Boris. Why do you know that, hmm? It certainly wasn't in any of the email Jeremy sent me."

"I don't care if he lives in Upper Mongolia, we should at least try to stop him somehow," Tony blurts out, frustration making itself apparent in his voice.

"Just look at the photos that were sent along? He's got an entire blackmail ring going. The information identified him as mob boss Doctor Anatoly," Leala shoots back. "It doesn't take a genius to see that he's got a bunch of goons under him." She sits back in her chair.

Jeremy lets out a breath as he taps away at his computer a few times, then clears his throat. "Guys, maybe I can help some." He says, glancing to the trio.

Natalie bares her teeth at Leala, not willing to look away. "So much for showing Tribal unity. What is it, Jeremy," she asks, each word neatly clipped.

"We all received the same information," Leala says, snarling a little. "If people would stop and talk to each other instead of jumping to conclusions, we might get somewhere." She growls again. "Like we are now."

Anthony clicks open the can, staring down at it intently. "I don't think Leala'd have any reason for hiding stuff from us," he notes flatly. "Anyway, I thought the same thing."

"From the audio recordings this morning, it seems that Boris is going to 'the place' to meet up with the Doctor here in Claire's." Jeremy says, tapping the screen, turning it around to face them, showing lines and lines of text. "All I know is that its a club of some sorts but I'm not sure which one and where. I'm going to track him out there and see if I can get in."

Jeremy's words refocus Leala. "Are you sure it's safe to track him alone Jeremy? Don't they already know who you are?"

"Bite me," Nat invites Leala, not letting her eyes drop.

"Too brassy for my taste," Leala returns, narrowing her eyes.

"Ladies, please," Tony mutters. "You're going to make Jer run off screaming."

Jeremy shakes his head and takes off his thin glasses, then reaches into his pocket. Sliding out a small white plastic case, he opens up to reveal a pair of contacts. He pops them in, revealing brown eyes, instead of blue. "I wasn't always a Goth, you know, and I can dye the hair once more, even cut it up. I can go from Manson to Pitt if I need to. I got a wardrobe necessary for these kind of things." He says, leaning back a bit. "I can always change my finger prints." Shrugging his shoulders, he lets out a breath. "I'm not afraid either, and well.. at least its doing something."

"You want to be Elder," Nat points out, ignoring the boys. "Then when I practically dump this in your damn lap, you ignore it until it's time to bring it out and complain about how no one is doing anything, boo fucking hoo."

Jeremy lets out a breath at the pair of Garou. "Do I need to shoot you both with transquilizers so you can both take a much needed rest? Guys, stop arguing, please, and lets put our heads together."

"Still, do you think it's a good idea to go alone?" Tony asks, deciding that playing catfight referee is a particularly high-risk job. "Shit happens. And besides, wouldn't it be less suspicious if you brought some friends out clubbing with you?"

"You plainly told me about how Signe and Salem had taken over the planning. I assumed, then, that this was no longer a Walker matter. So, if they aren't going to do what it takes, I sure as hell am going to try. I didn't even get ahold of this information until just recently, seeing as how no one had the foresight to distribute it to me!" She looks enraged. "If you're going to dump the situation on me, you might as well keep me in the loop!" Leala snorts, sitting back.

Natalie peels her lips back from her teeth. "I have," she says slowly, carefully, enunciating each word. "Every bit of information I know, you know. And you know more information than I do. You were there - as was Tony, as was Jeremy, as was Megan - when I announced that I was not going to organize this damn thing. If you'd stepped up then, I would have dumped this damn Eldership in your lap. Now back down unless you want to kick this up."

"You are the one who keeps arguing," Leala returns. "I don't know where this attitude comes from, but you can drop it! Megan outright told us this wasn't a suitable Elder challange and that we should all work together to resolve this issue. I suggest that's what we do. You've set your challenge terms, and we'll get to that soon enough." She growls once more. "For now, let's concentrate on what Jeremy has to say." She looks away from the Elder towards the guys, studiously ignoring her. "I agree with Tony that you take a group. Who goes clubbing by themselves anyway?"

As Tony starts to say something, his phone interrupts again, and Tony groans loudly as he stomps out of the parlor to answer it.

Letting out a sigh, Jeremy has by now begun to pack up his laptop, his blue eyes returned and his glasses once more slipped over his nose. He shoulders the computer and starts for the stairs. "You two just kill each other, and the winner can come up the stairs and knock on my door if they need me. Fuck this. I'm sick of the stupid fighting. This should have been resolved weeks ago."

Natalie's fingers tighten on the arms of her chair, but she stays seated - probably happily for Jer. "You watch your own damn attitude," she warns. "Jer, you stay. I'm going since Miss Rich Bitch has decided she wants in. I'm involved taking down Ivan, and I don't want to be greedy." She stands and stalks out, brushing past a startled Anthony and disappearing down the hall toward her office.

Leala sighs and leans back in her chair. "I didn't start it this time." She seems a bit deflated now, obviously tired by the battle as well.

"I don't care who fucking started it! We are a tribe, a family, and we are acting more like.. stupid dumbfucks, than anything. We need to gel together, to get shit on the same page!" Jeremy shouts out, loud enough for Natalie to hear. "I'm sick of hearing how its this person's duty, or its this person's problem. It's our problem because it's our lives. It's our Sept. It's our fucking city." He stomps his boot down angrily, letting it echo through the room. "This city is all us Walker's got here, this is our pride and joy. If we don't sit down, talk 'calmly' to each other and be the elitist wolves that we are, then we may as well stick bullseye's on our ass and let these Russian poser's shoot us one by one."

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