It is currently 23:19 Pacific Time on Tue Oct 9 2001.
Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (49% full).

Rec Room
        Much like the rest of the building, mirrors are prominent in the 
  Recreation Room. There is a pool table set up in one half of the room, along 
  with a small fridge for storing drinks and a cabinet for snackables. A small 
  bar provides limited seating and more intoxicating drinks, if one has the 
  key that allows access to the refridgerated drinks cabinet under the bar. 
  The remainder of the room is dominated by a large home theater system, with 
  an incredibly expensive-looking couch in front of it. The couch nearly 
  screams out, 'Don't spill anything'. For those who might, there are also two 
  matching side-chairs, and a bean-bag on the floor - far too close to the 
  television to be good for anyone's eyes.

Rina comes in through the front door, pulling off her gloves and glancing over 
  her shoulder. She doesn't say anything to the man following her.

He's quiet and subdued-- those light blue eyes holding a faraway look as he 
  follows and then stops. Tilting his head and giving her a questioning look.

Salem is seated on one of the side chairs, about one-third of the way through 
  a fairly thick library book. He glances up, one brow lifting quizzically.

Rina pauses a moment, to breathe; she glances around the lobby, aimlessly, not 
  really looking into the occupied rec room. Her eyes are bruised and 
  shadowed, red--and she's clearly been crying.

John continues to just stand, watching Rina with that sombre look on his face. 
  After a few moments, he moves closer, to put a hand around her waist. 
  "Should get some sleep." he says, softly.

Salem purses his lips slightly, then (outwardly, at least) returns to his 
  reading, giving the couple at least the surface resemblence of privacy.

Rina doesn't turn to look at him. "Yeah," she says quietly. "Yeah, you 
  should. I'll be up." She stuffs her gloves into a pocket, and glaces toward 
  the basement door with a thoughtful expression.

John looks Salem up and down, also without really seeing him. Then he looks 
  back to Rina, and then the basement. "I meant you." he says, quietly, then 
  starts up the stairs.

Salem continues with the pretense of reading and remaining part of the 
  background.

Distracted--her mind elsewhere--she looks back to John; for a moment she seems 
  lost, unsure of where she is. Confusion passes through her expression.

John pauses after the first few steps, to look back. Quietly, he murmurs, 
  "What're you going to do?" That trace of uncertainty in his eyes, if not his 
  voice. That remains toneless.

The girl glances down, and her brow furrows slightly, the disturbed line 
  barely visible. "I'm not sure." The words have the air of a confession.

The Ahroun just stands there, then. Watching her, uncomfortably. "Why'd you 
  come find me?" he asks, eventually.

Salem apparantly decides that the semblance of privacy isn't quite enough. 
  Quietly closing the book, he gets up and slips past them on his way toward 
  the stairs. Salem says nothing, makes little noise, and his expression 
  remains unreadably neutral.

From a distance, Rina swallows, and lifts her head to look up at him, across 
  to the stairs. She gives Salem a startled glance and then offers, "'Night, 
  Jack."

From a distance, John hardly appears to recognize the Philodox at all, as he 
  looks him over, curiously. "Night."

Salem glances back long enough to nod. "Good night."