Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (96% full).

Half of the room has been set up as a bedroom, with a bunkbed, a pair of used dressers, and a pair of computer desks. A bookshelf close to the door boasts a random scattering of books - anything from paperback fiction to books on programming and computer security.

The other half of the room has been turned into an impromptu workout room: a heavy bag hangs from the ceiling and several mats have been piled along the edge of the room to wait for use.

A door in the middle of one wall leads back to the second floor.

Kevin lies on the lower bunk in the bunkroom like an accident victim in a morgue, sound asleep. Only light breathing comes from him, and the sound of that process is quite obscured due to the grunting snores that are coming from the occupant of the upper bunk.

There's a faint squeak outside the door where the floor protests someone's weight. Then the door's pushed open, and the lights flick full on at the same time comes the Elder's too-awake voice. "Up and at 'em. C'mon, Kevin, time to go for a run!"

Since Natalie's voice is less powerful than an atom bomb, Kevin fails to obey it, or to heed it at all. He's still well away there in dreamland.

Olga is in high gear but choking on her own exhaust and sputtering for lack of fuel. Sprawled out over the top bunk with a booted leg dangling over the side the woman sleeps sounder than the dead, reachable only by Ouija board or a slap on the face. The articles of her trade lie scattered about the house and announce her present to any astute or who'd know her, and the throttled sound of her snoring, like there's a pig being slaughtered somewhere deep in her belly, the sound of its squeals echoed all around the moist walls of her lungs. The woman's 'kerchief has been laid gently across the woman's eyes like a blindfold, and she's quite oblivious to everything.

The snoring gives Nat momentary pause while she takes in the scene... and then she's rushing the bunkbed, lips pulled from her teeth and hands reaching up to yank, pull, tug, tear at the Bone Gnawer Elder's leg. Adrenaline lends her strength, and she manages to pull Olga's dead weight a fair way off the top bunk. "GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!"

Incredibly, Kevin continues to slumber through this disturbance. The boy must be truly out of the loop. Or dead. But no, his chest is rising and falling as he breathes.

Olga regains consciousness about halfway down: she doesn't have time to scream but there's is a strange sort of whooping noise and her arms flail about like - well, like someone who's just woken up and found herself falling fast towards hard ground, which is to say there's a lot of motion and effort and very little gets done, so that she lands hard on her ass with a sharp smacking sound and small pathetic sound of minor pain, before whipping her head blearily about to try and orient herself. Even in her groggy state it doesn't take much to figure out what happened as she sees first the peaceful half-dead cub and then the livid Elder, and her first words of the morning are a straightforward and very lucid "Oh shit."

"Get. Out," Natalie repeats, staring daggers at the other woman and chopping off each 't' with a spray of spittle. "What the hell are you doing? Here?"

Kevin does finally stir slightly as Olga lands on the floor with enough force to make the bunk shudder, and he makes a few incoherent mostly-asleep noises as he rolls over a little.

Olga's immediate response is to feign the heaviest sort of befuddled tiredness she can, like the fingers of sleep are still massaging her brain into non-thought, trying to pull down her eyelids and shut out the world. "Oh g'morning Nat," she says slowly as she tries to pull herself up to unsteady feet and rub self-pityingly at her injured derriere at the same time. She tries to smile at the woman but her teeth seem especially today like the colour of ancient underground bone, and her breath this morning could kill skunks. "Yeah I's jus' leaving heh heh," she tries to excuse herself as she fumbles over towards the door. "Thanks for the bed eh? You guys're alright."

Olga is strong, lithe, and very tall, a little under six feet, eight inches. Her large, fleshy nose dominates her face, making her eyes look small and deep-set, and her chin round and unnoticable, with the total result being that she looks very inquisitive and rather stupid. A thin fuzz of white hair covers her neck and lower face, and the hair on her head is wild and thick. She is (usually) wearing a baggy plaid flannel shirt, opened to expose a shirt underneath much too tight for her, showing off her buff but very hairy stomach. Worn olive khakis complete her outfit. She has a bit of a slouch, and looks big, reedy, and dumb, a little like a troll.

Natalie lets Olga scramble away - she turns to watch the taller women go, her hands fists at her sides and slightly behind them. "Get out. This is our house. Our territory. You aren't welcome here. Get out." A threatening step and she pulls up all a'quiver, like a Rottweiler straining against its leash.

Kevin makes a kind of snrrrrking noise. "Olga?" he says blearily. "Is it morning already? Did he show up?" Then the angry dialogue going on around him seems to percolate through to his fuzzy brain and he opens both eyes, rolling to the edge of the bed to peer out into the room, shocked and concerned.

Somewhere in Olga's scrambling and Natalie's snarling, Grey finally emerges from his bedroom at the end of the hall, dressed in t-shirt and sweats, looking raw-eyed but, amazingly, not hung over. Empty glass in hand, the Philodox pads barefoot slowly down toward the bunkroom, his body language turning more tense with each step.

Olga lurches out past the doorway, zombielike and unsteady, stocky legs buckling and ready to send her toppling over at any second; she stops there though, just outside the doorway, turning back. "I's invited," she specifies with an odd mix of deference and indignance, lifting her chin but with fuzzy eyes that don't look at Natalie at all, but rather try and stream past her, towards the cub behind, staring at him for long seconds before slumping off again out towards the front public rooms, should she be able to find them. "Sorry Kev," she shouts back behind her without stopping this time, voice all slurred and indistinct. Seeing Grey, though, coming from the other direction, that fake grogginess seems to spill out of her and her eyes go suddenly down like a whipped prisoner's in the presence of the jailer. "Heya," she greets him with mumbles as her steps quicken and she tries to get out.

Grey bares his teeth at the Bone Gnawer like a bad-tempered Doberman, but doesn't hinder her escape.

Natalie stalks after the Theurge. "And now you're uninvited. Go." Despite her posturing, the unspoken threats, the plain ol' evil eye, she comes no closer to Olga than about five feet and uses that to 'herd' the Gnawer where she wishes her to go. Namely, down the stairs to the foyer and through the door back into the public side of the Safehouse. When Olga's through it and on the other side of the invisible line Nat even manages a fairly polite (if tense), "There are beds upstairs. Goodnight," before pulling the heavy security door to. Firmly.

Kevin finds his feet at just about the point where Nat ushers Olga and her multitudinous belongings out of the room and down the stairs. Rubbing his eyes hard with balled fists, Kevin sallies forth into the corridor, there to find himself face to face with Thomas.

Quick as a cobra, faster than the human eye can follow, Grey's hand lashes out, catching the groggy cub across the face in a wicked, vicious backhand.

Olga doesn't say very much, she continues stumbling sheepishly along the path Natalie sets; she gets better once the Galliard is between her and Grey but there's still a definite sense of uncertainty, even fear, now, where before there was just a childish sense of trouble. She doesn't take up Natalie's offer, though she returns automatically the benediction, wishing an unfelt and slurred "G'night," back at the woman. Olga grabs her coat and bag and trailing them behind her like a caricature of an orangutan's oversized arms, she enters awkwardly back out into the day.

Kevin, unawake and unalert, is utterly unprepared for the blow from Grey. It's hard enough to make him see stars, though being naturally agile the cub isn't sent flying by its force. What he does do is dive back into the bunkroom like greased lightning, as though Grey were a wolf (which of course he is, of a sort) and Kevin a plump juicy rabbit that's discovered an urgent need to be back down its hole.

Grey follows, long strides taking him into the bunkroom, hands curled into fists. "What the hell was she doing here?"

Kevin doesn't reply immediately; he races across the room and, still rabbit-like, dives under the bed, this being the closest approximation of safety the youth's fear-driven brain can find at such short notice.

Downstairs the door closes firmly, and then footsteps start to climb the stairs.

Natalie appears in the doorway and sends Grey out of the room with a few terse words. "Kevin. Get out here. Put on into something you can run in. You're joining us on our jog." There's absolutely no hint of 'option', just command. "Be downstairs in five minutes." She and the older Cliath head downstairs, leaving the door open.

In his state of funk it's perhaps surprising that Kevin actually obeys the elder's command, but for whatever reason, he does. In four and a half minutes flat he's downstairs, looking half-brain-dead still and casting terrified glances at Gray, but downstairs nonetheless.

[End of log]