It is currently 15:03 Pacific Time on Sat May 11 2002. Currently the moon is in the waning No Moon phase (2% full). Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly sunny today. The temperature is 61 degrees Fahrenheit (16 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northwest at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.26 and falling, and the relative humidity is 51 percent. The dewpoint is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.) Walker Safe House - Lobby(#2832RAJL) 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. Roger comes up from the basement, wearing thick black rubber chemist's gloves stained with all sorts of colors. He appears to be pleased with something, as the faint thoughtful smile on his face would seem to indicate. In the Rec Room, the TV is playing Saturday morning cartoons. Runs is streatched out on the couch in lupus, occasionally stuffing her nose into a bag full of chips. Enjoying an episode of Batman Beyond and getting patato chip grease all over the couch. Hope that tape didn't have anything important to it, when she stuffed it into the VCR and filled it with cartoons this morning. In the Rec Room, Yi has been very still for a long time in a far corner of the rec room. She's catching up her meditation, supposedly, since the last couple of days was far too distracting with those festering biting pests. Standing with one leg folded up close to her, and the other planted solidly on the ground, the ragabash just stands there like some statue. Hands placed right in front of her abdomen, as per a chi focuser. The cartoons haven't fazed her. In the Rec Room, Lyra is sprawled on the bean bag, watching the television. Auntie Mei had always had her cleaning the store on Saturdays, and so cartoons were a rare treat. Once in a while she glances at Yi, admiring her focus and dedication, but such moments are brief- the lure of the tv is pretty strong. Good thing the Wyrm doesn't try using it as a member recruit system. In the Rec Room, Roger steps into the Rec Room now, and his smile fades instantly. It is replaced instead by a wicked frown, which soon becomes a grimace, that transmutates into a snarl. "What... the fuck?" He says in a flat, even, and yet pissed off tone. Salem clumps down the stairs with heavy boot-tread. He pauses near the bottom, the sound of Terry getting the crap kicked out of him on the television insinuating itself into his thoughts. His lips thin as he continues his way down the stairs and toward the rec room. Though generally he's his usual dour, stern, unflappable self, the Walker Philodox does sport somewhat darker circles under his eyes. Walker Safe House - 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. Runs blinks and looks up at Roger with big brown doggie eyes. Yes, you know that look. I'm just watching ~cartoons.~ Lyra is startled by the profanity- that too was never allowed on Saturdays, or anytime else -and turns her head. She smiles at Roger, but that smile fades to a confused look. Lyra looks around to either side. 'Did I do something?' is stamped on her face. Yi is still undisturbed. Or at least, by the general look. Her breathing seems to have quickened just a little bit. Roger glances at Runs feet up on the couch like he owned it, then the television... not really minding the cartoons. His eyes then go to the potato chips. Oh god the potato chips! "I thought I was the only insane one in this house! Runs-Into-Doors... Run your ass to the basement, get the apholstry cleaner, and make that couch like new. NOW! Oh! And throw out those fucking potato chips. And be glad I saw you and not Lianne... you'd be dead right now otherwise." Salem steps through the doorway into the rec room. Though not obviously irate like his packmate, the one-eyed look that he gives the three Garou -- the two cartoon-watching cubs in particular -- is less than friendly. Runs blinks again and whines softly. Its a couch. I'm supposed to sit on it. Who is ~Lianne?~ Yi now cracks open an eye to see the galliard Walker on the freak-side. "Calm down Roger, it won't kill the couch to have a little oil on it." She lowers her foot down slowly, pushing out her breath softly. Looks like Yi is taking a lot of effort to be placid. "It will make it look extra shiny." A long, languid stretch later, the Gnawer ragabash cracks a bit of her neck. "Lianne owns this safehouse. She's Walker kin." Roger's eyes grow wide at the cub now, a look of stark suprise on his face. "Must... not... kill... other's... cubs..." Are the only words mumbling loudly from his mouth, while his fists clench together tightly. Shaken a bit from his heighted state by Yi he looks over to her and tilts his head, eyes narrowing. "Shiny? Dear god..." Turning back to Runs he nods. "Yes, she does. And you will respect her things while you are staying in this house. Now go get the cleaner, and at /least/ get out the grease you got into the couch." Lyra blinks, looking a trifle worried at Salem's glance and half into a panic at Roger's stressed state. She sits up, twists around and looks at Renee, takes in how much 'damage' the couch incurred. "Oh. Hm. I'll clean it up, I already have hands." She stands up, brushing imaginary dust away. "Where is the cleaner exactly?" Rheen tiptoes up to the door, pushing it open just a crack. She's alowed in here... right? "Unsurprising that they're not housebroken," Salem remarks, rather acidly, moments before heading towards the front door. "Try not to hurt them _too_ much, Roger." Runs picks up the bag of chips in her mouth and hops off the couch, leaving a trail of of deep fried patato behind her as she trots toward the couch and toward the basment door.