Garou - Wednesday, April 27, 2005
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Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (76% full).

Safehouse: Guest Room
Once an apartment in its own right, the second floor is now converted back to living quarters. A hallway bisects the length of the house, lit only by a pair of fixtures in the ceiling and and light from outside spilling through the open doors of the bedrooms or office. Four of the six doors lead to bedrooms - or empty rooms that could be used as such anyway. The door immediately to the left of the stairs hides a bathroom behind it, while the door at the end of the hall leads into the turret, currently used as an office.

The stairs lead back downstairs, turning left at the landing.

Obvious exits:
Common Area

A limping Glabro Natalie makes her way up the stairs mid-morning - late for her, but still within the realm of 'early' for most. She pauses at the top of the steps for a few breaths, then heads slowly down the hall to the room that the Get Ahroun's claimed as her own. Her right fist thumps on the doorframe once, twice. "--Emma?"

The sound of grogginess is muffled by the door as Emma stirs awake. She has never been a sound or comfortable sleeper, and so a she gets to the door to open it up, she seems only half focused on her whereabouts. Fuzzy eyes look to the woman in front of her, eyebrows pinching together, "Nat?" The question seeks to clarify she guessed correctly, and at the same time, hint at wanting an explanation.

Natalie looks like she shouldn't be conscious, much less vertical and moving around. Her left forearm's splinted and wrapped to her belly, and more bandages peek out from beneath her clothes. There's another large swath of gauze around her neck. The claw and toothmarks on her face are still raw and tender looking. "I can't patrol," she offers succinctly, then stops, waiting dumbly for the inevitable barrage of questions.

Emma gives a nod to the Beta as a hand wipes over her face. She hurries to wake up and get her head about her, "Yah course not. What happened? Something we need to go after?" Slowly but surely, the Get starts to get her blood pumping.

The question brings a faint smile to the Galliard's lips; she sags against the door frame, keeping well outside of the Get's 'territory'. "Hah. No. Just a horrid series of mistakes. Kev provoked Thomas and I. Thomas flipped on him. I had to take out Thomas." She pauses again, then adds, "That set off Cy, I think. Kev knocked her out. But both Thomas and I are..." She shifts her right shoulder - the broken arm - for emphasis.

Emma just blinks, "Kevin provoked you and Thomas? Over what? Why?" She seems horribly lost now, a look of concern etched into her features. "So the whole house is fucked up right now? Except Tu?"

Natalie exhales a long breath, but doesn't continue until after another breath. "--No. No, both the cubs are fine. And Tu wasn't there. As far as I know he's fine too." Another hesitation. "Kevin's worried about his Rite. It made him say stupid things."

Emma gives a thoughtful hmm, "Like what? It's normal for a cub to be worried. How close is he? I mean, when are you sending him out?"

"Four, six weeks." She takes a second to gather herself, then pushes off the door frame. "He's convinced he's going to end up like Saul. --Look, Em... I'm gonna go lie down. I called Signe this morning, left a message. Can you... can you and KL fill in my patrols for me, at least until the weekend?"

Emma gives a nod to the other, "Sure Nat. Hey though, don't throw Kevin out there if he ain't for sure ready. I mean if you know he is cool, but don't guess with him. Please?"

Natalie's glare at her younger packmate is a tired thing, scarcely a quarter of the ire she can normally raise. "Emma," is all she says, but it's lavishly layered with weariness, with disgust, with disbelief.

Emma just lifts a shoulder, "I'd regret it if I didn't say something and things turned out badly. I won't bring it up again. And I'll work to make sure he stops second guessing himself. I know how that is. It's how I was on my rite."

Nat says, "You wouldn't regret it as much as me. Killing cubs on their Rite isn't my idea of a good time." She drops Emma a single nod, chin barely dropping before coming up again. "Thanks, Emma. And thank KL for me too, will you please?"

Emma nods her head and watches the tired Beta. "You want me to get ya anything while I am out? Or something?" Her hands shift into her back pockets, her shoulders relaxed.

Natalie considers it for a second, then shakes her head. "Nah, I'm good. Only thing I want is morphine, and if I use it in Glabro I'll just burn through it. --Oh. One thing. Get Kevin to show you what he used on Cy, will you? Kid's got a good punch." Another flash of a smile and she turns for the stairs, tossing a, "Thanks," over her shoulder.

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