Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (71% full).

The house itself is old and appears to have had had work done it over the years. The original, main part of the house is made of gray stone and reaches four stories high with the tower. The east and west wings appear newer and are made of brick and wood. The previous decay and disrepair can still be seen, but there also seems to have been some effort put into fixing the place up.

Obvious exits:
Mansion Front Gate

Natalie's heading back up to the house from the garage. What little can be seen of her from the gate suggests that the Galliard's mind isn't on visitors, but a loud enough yell could probably get her attention.

Signe pulls up to the front gate on her Harley, the v-twin engine no doubt doing enough yelling of its own to get the galliard's attention. But if it doesn't, when the Get cuts the engine and leans it down onto the kickstand, she calls to Natalie as she climbs off.

Sure enough, the sound of the engine cutting out does attract a curious glance from Nat. The figure climbing off the bike gets a quick lift of eyebrows as well. She takes a few strides toward the gate, catches herself, waves a, 'just a minute' hand toward the Get, then retreats to the front door. She leaves it open behind her as she hits the buzzer for the gate, then jogs down the drive to meet her Alpha.

Signe pushes the bike through the gate and meets Natalie have way to the front door. "Hey. Thought I'd help you move." It's a joke, mostly.

The not-quite-joke earns a tight not-quite-smile from Natalie. "Too late," she answers easily, tucking her hands back in her pockets. "I emptied out the desk drawer and hauled my suitcase back upstairs already. ...How're you?"

Signe shrugs. "Fine. Well, for a fat moon, I'm fine. Don't like staying at the brownstone under these moons, cuz I get tempted to see Rach. Which would be bad. My choices, then, are to go to the woods, ride, or.." she glances at the Dominion and shrugs again. "See what you're up to."

Natalie mirrors the shrug and falls in beside Signe. "You go out to the woods, you're like to run into the headcase. He's a damn bad penny. Riding... eh. Maybe it's different on a bike, but I never got a lot of joy out of riding around for the heck of it." She casts a look sideways. "...Rachel? The psy-what have you upstairs? She kin?"

Signe glances at Natalie, hesitating a step or two as they move toward the Dominion. "Yeah," she says in a slow way. "Kin to the Gaians. And, my girlfriend. I thought maybe we'd see if she could help the headcase. But it needs to wait a couple weeks, til the moon goes down."

Natalie only shakes her head. "No dice. And I wouldn't let her get anywhere near him, not if you want her to remain in one piece. Him in silver restraints, maybe. I already tried giving him some names of people back in the Cities, and he claimed I was insulting him. That's what Jacinta was after last night, too. She wanted to know if I was using him as a way to get at her." She shakes her head and mutters a, "Wendigo," under her breath.

Signe looks confused, but probably no more than Natalie. "I don't get it. How does that insult Jacinta?" She scowls, though, and says, "Rachel can handle herself. But even so, I'd be there to stop him from touching her. Sending him to Walker shrinks far away doesn't seem feasable right now."

Natalie says, "Tempting, but no. Nah, I was hoping they'd know of some people in the area. At least something closer than Minnesota, you know? Sixteen hundred mile's a helluva commute for a twice-weekly."

Signe glances back at Natalie, even more surprised than before. It stops her completely in her tracks. "The shrinks you gave to Josh were in Minnesota?" she asks

Natalie stops as well, blinking confusion at the Get. "...Well, yeah. I don't know of anyone around here. I had to make a couple of calls to get those numbers, too, and he all but spit on 'em. Bastard."

Signe looks amused, despite the gibbous moon. "Where in Minnesota?" she asks, lifting her chin in an annoyingly coy way.

Natalie blinks and glances about as if expecting the host of Candid Camera to leap out of the bushes. And wouldn't he be surprised if he did? "...The Cities," she repeats slowly. "Minneapolis and St. Paul?"

Signe snorts. "Of course," she says with a nod. "Where else?" After a pause, where she runs her hand through her hair, she adds, "Not my favorite place in the world, but I suppose there are worse."

Both of Nat's eyebrows go up at that, but all she says is, "Yeah. Iowa for one. St. Cloud for another. --You've been to good ol' Minnesota?" She drawls out the 'o' in Minnesota until it twangs.

"Been?" Signe repeats as a question. Pursing her lips, she shrugs. "Born there. But, I escaped." The fact that Signe has no accent that might even remotely be called mid-western probably puts even more weight on that word 'escape'. "Not before my riting, though. So, yeah, I know a bit about the place."

Natalie huhs and takes a step up toward the house. "Well. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to bake you a hotdish now, or what. ...Nmh. You weren't from the Cities, I take it? Not that there's a lot of Get there - you must've been outstate. Iron Range?"

Signe shakes her head. "Not out of state, just almost out of state. In the lake country. Jagged Ice sept?" She nods, as if that alone should tell Natalie how bad things were. There aren't a lot of Get in the Cities, but there are in the rural areas of Minnesota.

Natalie obligingly whistles. But, "Not out of state, just... outstate. Guess it's a Twin Cities thing. Anything that's not officially suburbs is 'outstate'." She pulls her hands out of her pockets long enough to do the airquotes. "Yeah, about the only thing there is us'n and your lot - and nary the twain shall meet. But there's a few Irish in town, mostly on the St. Paul side of things, and of course some hippies." She glances down toward the street, then jerks her head toward the door. "Let's get inside. Talking in code sucks."

Signe has turned somewhat sullen and quiet, but she nods in the right places -- proving she's listening at least, and then she follows the galliard inside.

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.

Tower Stairway Elder's Office Front Doors

Natalie shuts the door behind her, nods toward the parlor. "You want anything? Chips? Something to drink?"

Signe heads toward the parlor, nodding to Natalie. The moon has her shoulders tense. "Beer? Just one though."

Natalie grumbles something good-natured about beer as she heads down the hall. When she returns it's with a bag of Smartfood for herself, and the requested beer. "Here you go. So you just come by to lift heavy boxes?"

Signe takes a sip from the beer and finds a comfortable chair in the parlor. "I thought you were done moving?" she banters back. "Though, yeah, I could use a little work to let off steam, actually."

"...I am. I was just asking." She claims one of the couches for herself, plops the bag of popcorn beside her. "What sort of work? Hammering nails until they bleed sort, or beating the crap out of someone? 'Cause if it's the latter, you can just come out to the bawn with me. Headcase'll show up fifteen seconds later, and you two can have at it."

Signe's grin is feral. "It's tempting. But, I hesitate to get into rumbles with friendlies since joing with Wolverine. Even the likes of Josh. you know what I mean? You get in that zone... and I'm afraid I won't be able to back off."

"...See my tears of sorrow and woe," Nat says flatly, taking a handful of cheddary goodness. "But if you don't, you don't. ...Anyway. Speaking of Vex, we might as well talk about the warehouse. What happened? Last thing I remember is wrestling with that damn invisible pogo-stick, trying to get him underneath, and realizing that the floor was coming up too damn fast. Emma and Doc didn't say much, and I didn't really stick around to grill 'em."

Signe leans back in the chair, sighing a little. "Was a frustrating night, I have to admit. I barely drew blood -- even though they allowed me the eventual killing blow on the bastard. But the worst part is, the damned Shadow Lord did most of the damage with that fucking gun."

Natalie's head comes up. "The gun? The one that jammed? ...So what happened? I know the dye packs didn't explode like they were supposed to. I remember someone caught Alex's leg with red, enough to see where he was. Then everyone piled on top of him except Salem, he went poing, and..." she trails off. "That's it." "--Next thing I know I'm waking up on your couch."

Signe nods several times, waving a hand in a gesture that she'll explain. "I did that, actually. The bastard had a bead on Jack's head, and so I used my gift to jam the gun. It fucked with the dye packs, too, of course, but it at least saved him. So, we hit the packs, jumped down, bastard went invisible, we all attacked. You know most of that. When the fucker sprang up to the ceiling and knocked you out, I was busy helping to finish off Boris. The Shadow Lord had gotten the weapon unjammed by then, and shot the bastard in the head. so, mostly I was just cleaning up his mess." She looks exceedingly pissed off about that, and gets ready to go on.

Natalie opens her mouth to say something, then thinks better and waits for the Get to finish.

Signe continues, "So, you knocked a hole in the floor on the way down. The good news was that the fucker's invisibility gift wore off, and as a consequence, he was blind as a bat. Couldn't see us. It allowed us to sort of maneuver around him. We got you and everyone else away from him because he pulled out a couple of those grenades. The Lord then shot him, blowing half the building apart. and you know what? That still didn't kill his teflon ass. But, it weakened him enough to knock him out. Eventually his metal-skin gift wore off, while he was still out cold. It was as simple as a knife to the throat and heart, at that point. slightly anti-climactic."

Natalie says, "...That's something, anyway. Wait a minute - Boris? When did he show up? Was that after I made a nice hole in the floor?"

Signe nods, after thinking about it for a moment and taking a sip of her beer. She clears her throat. "Right about the same time, yeah. Broke through the door. Emma met him, they scrapped, Konstantin shot the bastard. It went right through him, into her." The Get bristles a little at that. "But she took it in the shoulder, so she lived and the Lord lives to tell about it." after another nod, she adds, "we took the bodies and 'disposed' of them."

Natalie huhs and pops a few more kernels in her mouth. "Artemis said she threatened Walker about that time too - said she was going to, I dunno, wipe Alex out or something, and he told her no." She recites this without much emphasis, like she were reading a newspaper article about planting daisies. "She said she told you about what she saw in the Umbra, right? You need me filling in what I know?"

Signe asks, then, "Why, did you see more?"

Natalie gives the drawing a look-see, then hands it back. "Nope, just what she told me. Said she thought it was a mage or something. I tend to think it was either Junior or the doctor, 'cause I really don't want there to be more people involved. Jer's having trouble tracking the doctor down, but he said he and Leala could scout out Boris' house to see about taking out the kid."

Signe nods to that. The idea of a mage makes her scowl deepen, and she sighs a little. "Good. Let me know if they turn up anything? I'm not sure I'm good for much more than thumping things once you know what's up."

Natalie says, "That's why we love you, though. Yeah. I don't know about - I mean, Artemis was going on about how this was a representation, like trees and stuff are. I don't know much Umbral, so I'll have to leave that up to her. But you'd think, wouldn't you, that if this eagle-thing was a representation of someone, that that person'd have to be in the warehouse too? If it was a, I don't know, a sending of some sort, that'd be different."

Signe agrees with a nod. "Which is what worries me. Was he there? If so, what did he see? etc. You know?" She shrugs again. "but, like you, I leave the umbral to the crescents."

Natalie drums her fingers on a thigh for a moment or three. "...Huh. Here's an idea, Signe. I was talking to Cutter a few days ago. He seems more'n halfway decent - not anywhere near as slimy as Konstanin is. What do you think of, hmn, not necessarily packing with him, but bringing him along? Like we did with Jacinta? At least we could ask him about it, see what he says. He's Fostern, so he's bound to have more experience than Artemis."

Signe doesn't like Shadow Lords, anyone who spends any time near her can figure that out quickly enough. So, at the mention of the idea there's some bristling from the Get, but not as much as one might expect. "It's not a bad idea. He is the most experienced theurge we have right now in the entire sept. Ok."

Natalie lets out a breath she may not have realized she was holding. "Great. You want me to tell him, or have Artemis get in contact with him? Might be better to do it that way, since she's the one he'll be dealing with."

Signe considers. "You better do it. You know how Ash is. She'll probably just piss him off, and get into a fight."

Natalie snorts and licks her fingers clean of powdered cheddar goodness. "Y'all are going to start calling me Keeps-the-Peace or something equally cheesy, aren't you? Yeah, I can make them play Mother-May-I. I hope. If nothing else, maybe the lot of us can sit around and talk about it. Give us more bodies to pile on top of her if things get out of hand."

Signe snorts. "Yeah, that's Havoc alright. A big ole Coggie love fest." She finishes the beer and sets the bottle down, with a smirk.

Natalie snorts right back. "Lovely. Do you know if Megan's had any luck attracting people to that pack of hers?"

Signe shakes her head, unsure. then, she remembers something, chin lifting slightly. "Alicia came to me to ask -- get this -- for my 'insight' on Megan. Apparently she was thinking about joining. Beyond that I have no idea. I expect Eamon will sign up in a heartbeat."

"Alicia had a pack she wanted to form. Or re-form, I guess. But that kinda fell through." Her bag crinkles as she rolls the top, fastens it with a clothespin. High tech, no? "I think I was the one who told her about Megan. I can tell you it'd be a hell of a lot closer to the Apocalypse before I'd run in Megan's pack, though." [Natalie]

Signe's expression suggests she feels similarly, but her curiosity makes her ask, "Why's that?"

Natalie opens her mouth and closes it a couple of times. She finally comes up with, "Because I don't think Megan... hmm. I don't think Megan knows any way except Megan's One True Way. We'd clash. Hell, we already clash, and I've hardly spent any time with her. I think I'm too damn progressive for her."

Signe finds that amusing, grunting out a laugh, then nodding. "Yeah. Well. She and I don't get along much, either. But it's mostly tribal shit, I think. She's a stubborn, pig-headed Fianna, and I'm a stubborn pig-headed Get. It basically means we fight. Constantly."

"Yes, but I like you," Nat demurs. "And I suppose you could say I'm a stubborn, pig-headed Walker. How did she and Thomas get along anyway, do you know? I got the feeling soon as I took over as Elder that she wanted me to fail."

Signe shakes her head emphatically at the question, clearly mystified by the relationship. Then, with a shrug, she says, "They knew each other a while, I guess. I dunno. As for failing, it could be. I know she'd love it if I did -- even as she counts on me to be her muscle."

Natalie asks mildly, "You think she'd like that Owen more?"

Signe grumbles, then double-takes, looking back at the Walker and narrowing her eyes. "Why? You hear something? Owen's just as pig-headed, as I am, and -- even if I say so myself--more of thug."

Natalie shakes her head, making sure that her gaze doesn't meet her Alpha's. "Only what I saw of him that day in your basement. Well, and a little at the farmhouse, but we didn't say anything. I was just wondering if you thought Megan'd like Owen as Elder more than she likes you. Like she likes Leala - and feel free to ignore this next bit - whose nose is so far up Megan's butt that when Megan sniffs Leala smells it - more than she likes me."

Signe grunts. "What Megan likes is no fucking thing to me. Who leads the Get will be handled in house. We fight for our leadership. Owen may have gotten knocked on the head one too many times, but I guarantee you that he won't lead the Get unless he kills me." That said, she nods, emphatically, and adds, "So, I don't care if she's sept alpha. Or if she doesn't 'like' me."

Natalie says, "Eh, I'm probably... never mind me. I don't care who leads the Get either, except I'd be damn disappointed if you were dead. So. ...I was gonna order a pizza for supper. You want to stick around? I warn you, I like artichoke hearts."

Signe wrinkles her nose. "Na, think I'll take off. Go for that ride. Might not help you, but it helps me. Then I'll head out to the woods for a while. See you later, ok?"

Natalie nods and stands. "Sure. Beat the snot out of Josh for me if you see him. Gaia watch, Signe."

[End of log]