It is currently 23:09 Pacific Time on Sat Oct 13 2001.

Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (22% full).

Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 50
degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in
from the south at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.14 and
falling, and the relative humidity is 93 percent. The dewpoint is 48
degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius.)

Walker Safe House - Lobby

        This small tenement building is a work that any interior decorator
would be proud of. The building is somehow filled with light and space,
despite the fact that the room is far from large. Mirrored surfaces and
lush green potted plants are much in evidence - jarring only slightly with
the video cameras that perch unobtrusively in various locations. A small
sign on the wall lists the number of apartments upstairs as eight, though
there are no names next to the apartment numbers. A very thick door leads
downstairs, with no visible method of being opened - except a keypad next
to it. A monitor is perched above the entrance, showing images from the
hidden camera that watches the outside of the building.

        The lobby branches off into what appears to be a small recreation
room; for use only by residents and their guests.

Shaking his head, Corey pushes himself off the wall and heads for the
door, intent on his original ambition: going out to find something to eat.
Asking Francisco about those rites can wait until later.

Francisco nods at Dane, makes a scribble on his Visor, then tucks it away,
and hmms at Alicia. "For those wanting to learn rites, I'd appreciate it
if they could roughly group themselves by Rite desired. That way I can get
everyone who wants to learn Contrition or such in with minimum fuss." He
grins wryly. "But I'll work around whatever has to be worked around."

Alicia dips her head and taps her cheek, making note. "Aiight. I can do
that, definitly. I'll pass the word on to Kaz'bo and Jarred and start
getting it spread."

Dane nods.

Salem has a withdrawn, abstracted expression on his face as he enters the
safe house. He seems hardly to notice the outgoing cub and only seems to
take note of the others about after he's already halfway to the stairs.
Then he pauses, frowning minutely, and greets with a rather reserved,
"Good evening..."

[Dane]
Dane is 5'10", slender, with gray eyes and long dishwater blond hair he
keeps tied in a ponytail. He's wearing a parchment-brown t-shirt decorated
with the graphic from the "Steal Your Face" album cover, well-worn jeans,
and Birkenstocks. A cotton shoulderbag, of the kind sold in head shops as
"genuine Peruvian" carries what little he needs away from home.

[Alicia]

Here we have Alicia Jackson, a young woman who looks around the age of
18/19 or so. When in truth, she just turned 16, but that hard look in her
eyes could easily be mistaken for older. Slender in form, her body is
composed of lean, compacted muscle. She looks quick, but not very strong.
Her eyes are a dark brown, curious and wandering, lit up playfully most of
the time. She stands of average height, perhaps about 5'6 or so, carrying
herself well when she moves. Her flesh is lightly tanned, kissed by the
sun from the many years of running with the gangs on the street. Four ear
rings adorn her left ear, two more upon the right, composed of small,
goldeny hoops. The Galliard's hair falls down just past her shoulders.
Once brown and red streaked to those who's seen her before. Now, pale
blonde with slightly darkened roots.

Her clothing consists of a pair of baggy, over sized camoflauge pants.
Black, green, and brown patterns splashed along the fabric. A tight
fitting sports bra hug her upper frame, revealing the curves of her upper
body, flat stomach and lean arms. She wears a golden hoop in her navel.
Knee high boots travel up her legs, firmly laced in each hole. Finishing
off, she has a worn, dusty old black trench coat which hangs just below
her knees. Her tongue ring is almost always seen, clicking in thought, or
when she speaks with that ghetto accent of hers.

[Francisco]

        At first glance this is someone who you might consider crossing
the street to avoid. He's almost frighteningly tall, with long limbs and
broad shoulders and chest. While he's not bulky, he ain't skinny either.
And he looks like an extra from _Sid and Nancy_. Waist-length hair, shaved
on the sides of his skull, is dyed purple, red, and blue. Tribal tattooes
swirl and spike along the back of his neck and reach up to paint the
shaved sides of his head with their intricacies. He's got several visible
piercings: small vertical barbells through his eyebrows, a beaded ring
through his septum, and seven or eight bars and hoops per ear. At least
he's dressed more plainly, in black cargo pants, a white tank top (which
gives hints that the tattooes and piercings don't stop at his neck), and
knee-high black leather boots that buckle up instead of lace. He wears a
plaid, spiked bracelet on one wrist, and a collection of tied strings,
beaded bracelets, and dog collar-style chains on the other.

        A second glance, if you're inclined to take one, shows that his
eyes are dark brown, bright and thoughtful in a face with not much else to
recommend it. His expression, while seldom actually sober, tends to settle
into a calm sort of brooding when at rest, suggesting that he's a man with
more on his mind than his hair dye. Not attractive, but certainly
interesting-looking.

Francisco smiles at Alicia. "Give my greetings to Kaz-rhya too, would
you?" He looks up at Salem, pierced eyebrows raised a bit, and he nods.
"Evening."

Dane nods to Salem. "Perhaps this evening we can even make introductions.
I am Gaia-Will-Judge, Halfmoon of the Children of Gaia, and don't usually
spend my evenings doing impromptu surgery on people who are full of
bullets.

Shifting her eyes to the new arrival, the Galliard says in a strong voice.
"I am Guards the Flame, Moon Dancer born for the Children of Gaia, Alicia
Jackson to the local populance. I run with the Path Finders, packing under
Owl."

Salem removes his sunglasses, revealing one dark brown eye and one dead
white one, the latter surrounded by scar tissue. "Salem," he says simply,
slipping the folded sunglasses into an inside pocket of his coat.
"Philodox of the Glass Walkers. Human born, Cliath rank."

Francisco ahs in recognition. "John told me of you. We're going to be
packmates, apparently." He grins and introduces himself, "Francisco
Delgado, Skyscraper-Stands-His-Ground, Philodox of the Glass Walkers."

A touch of interest sparks in Salem's expression; he's pulled himself out
of that inward-directed state that he entered the building with. "Ah, yes.
John mentioned me to you, as well. Pleased to meet you." A glance includes
the two Children of Gaia with his last statement.

Alicia nods her head sharply as she fixes her gaze upon Salem for a
moment. "Nice ta'meetcha too." Pushing herself up, she glances over
towards Skyscraper. "Thanks for meeting with us, I'll be in touch
tomorrow."

Francisco stands up with Alicia. "Certainly. Oh." He digs a business card
out of another cargo pocket and offers it to her. "Celphone number."

Alicia takes it and smiles, then grips his hand, turning it palm up.
Digging a pen out of her pocket, she scribbles her phone number on his
flesh and grins. "Thats mine. Give me a call whenever."

Salem shrugs out of the heavy leather coat as Francisco and Alicia
exchange phone numbers.

Francisco grins wider as he's inked. "You don't happen to do tattooing, do
you?" he asks the Gaian facetiously. "Okay, I'll call you tomorrow and
we'll meet up."

"Um.. Actually.. Yah, I do tattoo'n." Alicia's eyes sparkle as she gazes
up into him. "You want me to do a few things for ya? Whatcha got on your
mind?"

A touch of a crooked grin tugs briefly at one corner of Salem's mouth.
Then he vanishes upstairs for a few minutes, presumably to put his coat
away.

Dane chuckles softly and pushes to his feet. "Time for me to get out of
your hair, eh? You can track me down at Patrick-rhya's place." He grins.
"It seems they want to keep an eye on me until I've earned my chiminage."

Francisco blinks at Alicia, not expecting that answer, but quite plainly
pleased nonetheless. He looks over at Dane and offers an apologetic smile,
"All right. I'll get a hold of you tomorrow and see when we can get
together."

Dane leaves by the front door. Dane has left.

The smile simply brightens along the Gaian's face as her tribe mate
leaves, Alicia quite pleased with herself. "Ya'know, I think maybe a big
roach crawling over a house would look cool on the small of your back."
She notes, winking once to the Skyscraper.

Salem returns from upstairs, boots heavy on the steps. "How long have you
been involved in body art, Alicia?" he asks as he comes down. The Philodox
folds his arms across his chest and leans against the wall nearby, looking
mildly interested in the subject.

The Gaian wets her lips a bit, counting on her fingers. "Lessie 'ere.. ran
away when I was thirteen.. Ah' did my first Tat' on the streets 'bout um..
six months later. It was a smiley face thingy." Grinning, she shrugs.
"Umm.. almost four years now. I learned it all from my friends that live
in th' ghetto tho'. My friend had this electric toothbrush rigged with a
needle and he'd just use regular ink ya can get at the store. Ok.. so its
not the most healthy of ways of doing it, but I got a good hand, and I can
draw like no bodies business. I do all my own stuff." Parting her jacket a
bit, she reveals the tribal band around her stomach, turning around. "My
friend finished the rest on my back tho'."

Salem tilts his head, studying the design with one critical eye. After a
moment, he nods. "Impressive." He didn't even bat an eyelash at the
description of Alicia's friend's 'home-brewed' tattooing methods.

Francisco inspects Alicia's inking, nodding. "Nice. Very nice.
Toothbrush-style, eh?" He shakes his head with a rueful grin.

Alicia grins slightly and shrugs. "I wouldn't give up my vibrator." A
joking grin, teasing a bit. "But yah, an electric toothbrush. My boy Kyle
could do amazing things with electronics and gadgets. Its how we got into
hot wiring cars and shit, snatching 'em off the street and redecorating
them for some bucks."

There is a light knock at the door.

Salem's brows arch. "A criminal past, mm?" His expression's dry, with a
humorous twist that makes light of his remark. His attention flicks toward
the door at the sound of the knock; he glances at Francisco. "Expecting
more company?"

Francisco looks comically dewy-eyed at Alicia. "And she does cars, too. Oh
my." He cocks his head at the knock, and gives a quick shake to Salem,
going to the monitor to see who it is.

"I also can fire a gun, I know how to fence, kick box, lock pick and blow
shit up." Alicia murmurs, raising her head up to the video screen thats
placed above the door. "Thats Laura..a Fury." She murmurs softly.

"And Garou males worldwide mourn," Salem remarks, with that same air of
dry humor.