Currently the moon is in the waxing No Moon phase (10% full).

Cockroach Mansion -- Downstairs
The heavy, dark opulence to this mansion known as Dominion is perfectly
      exemplified by the room vistors first enter, this front hall. 
      Dark-stained wood serves as paneling on the walls, gleams with high gloss 
      in the hardwood floor, and supports a semi-circular balcony in carved 
      pillars. The heavy double doors, made of oak, open into the hall from the 
      south, opposite the huge, hourglass-shaped staircase composed of red and 
      black gneiss which soars up to the balcony; both are fenced in with a 
      wooden railing of simple spiraled posts. Several doorways can be made out 
      on the second floor, nearly blending in discreetly with the back wall. 
      The wall to the left of the front doors is composed entirely of windows 
      which run from the forty-foot-tall domed dark wood ceiling to the floor; 
      if drawn, the heavy velvet drapes of deep red would completely mask them 
      from view, but when parted, as they often are, one has a marvelous view 
      of the grounds outside.
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 an office with an 
      adjoining bedroom suite.

Joshua pages to Trevor, Chaney, and Cat: We're ICly last night, so this is
      before Josh called trev...

Three in the morning. Going on Four. It's late, to say the least. Even the wood
      of the mansion seems sleeping. The night is warm, still, silent. Until 
      the silence is torn from the scene with a loud crash which echoes through 
      the halls, the front door being slammed open. Joshua staggers into the 
      mansion, the kinwoman over his back in the fireman's carry, without any 
      regard for sleep of the inhabitants. The youth looks panicked, smelling 
      of cordite and the kin looks so much worse: beaten bloody and 
      unconscious, Rina looks like flat hell.
Josh hurries, setting the Kin on the couch in the parlour before rushing over
      to the kitchen. The youth starts dialling numbers, starting with where he 
      thought Emily was staying. No response. Next he tries Marcus, and after a 
      short and panicked phone call, the youth's temper swells. After the 
      Gangster hangs up on Josh with his parting verbal blow, Joshua slams the 
      phone on the hook, knocking the phone and the wall unit right off the 
      wall. Pulling his Glock out, he shoots the downed phone once as he 
      blithly strikes out. "You are over, DeFaclo!" He snarls at the wrecked 
      phone. If people weren't awake before, that will get them. Mean while, 
      the Kinwoman is in the Parlor, bleeding. More than that, she's covered in 
      blood. Lots of blood; too much to be just her own.
Sure enough, there's the sound of footfalls upstairs and Chaney appears at the
      top, clad in her usual pink t-shirt and cutoffs, her eyes wide behind 
      wild auburn hair. "Nah?" calls out the lupus, sounding worried. Nostrils 
      flaring, she starts downstairs. "Naaah?"
Rina pages: Blood. Lots and lots of blood.
The sound of slammed doors is not so unusual in the mansion...it's the gunshot
      that wakes him up. Did he dream it, or was it real? Joshua's shouting 
      brings Cat tiptoeing from his room, to stand at the top of the stairs and 
      peer down as Chaney is already descending. "Chaney, did you make that 
      noise?" a slightly irritated theurge mumbles.
"Damn it!" Josh cusses out loud, shaking his head in frustration at having just
      shot the phone. Seems he had one more call to make... the Ahroun throws 
      open the cabinets under the island, grabbing the first Aid kit out of the 
      bottom before hurrying back to the Parlour. He probably doesn't see 
      Chaney or Cat, blowing through the front hall at a run with the metal box.
Chaney stands at the bottom of the stairs, stock-still and wide-eyed, breathing
      quickly. She glances back and up at Cat, then turns away and follows 
      Joshua into the parlor. "Nah?" she says again, then spots Rina and stops 
      short in the parlor doorway to squeak in distress. "Eena!"
The small cliath blinks in surprise to see Josh- Josh? -whirling by like hell
      was on his heels. Cat scrambles down the rest of the stairs, glancing 
      quickly into the hallway and the kitchen for other people, before slowly 
      trailing into the parlor. He just stands in the doorway, staring.
Joshua throws open the first aid kit with reckless abandon. "Damnit. Damnit
      damnit damnit!" He further explains to the table low, pulling a wad of 
      gauze. He starts mopping the brow and face, soakign up the blood. "Where 
      the hell is all the blood coming from? Damnit damnit damnit!"
There's enough blood to soak what's left of Rina's shirt, under the bulky
      leather jacket. The bruises are swelling, her face a wreck; the woman's 
      breathing makes an unpleasant wheezing sound through bloodied and 
      constricted tissues.
Chaney stiffens and bares her teeth briefly at Cat, jaws clicking together
      audibly in an agitated, irritated way. Then she pads into the room and 
      back and forth around the couch. "Eena? Eena, Eena?" She grips the bottom 
      of her t-shirt, twisting the cotton, and her eyes twitch from Rina to 
      Joshua and back again.
Rina pages: It's probably bad. She doesn't look like Rina anymore.
Cat's not looking at Chaney. He's gone white, still staring at the unconscious
      kin. "You broke her," he murmurs. He slowly makes his way around Josh to 
      kneel at the edge of the couch, trying to listen to the woman breathe, 
      trying to find her eyes underneath the blood. He's far too calm and 
      slow-moving, but it beats his usual reaction, right? "Miz Rina..?"
The door is thrown open, and Marcus strides into the Dominion. Emily is with
      him, and she's brought her medical equipment. "Joshua?" The Philodox 
      calls out, almost before he's inside.
Joshua waves his clean hand at the door, looking up. "Go away! Get!" He shouts,
      before lunging at the lamp to turn on the thing. He gets blood on the 
      thing, but his focus is less on making very little mess and more on the 
      kinwoman's health. Hurrying back to Rina, he starts mopping up blood 
      again, pulling the jacket he put on her to cover the sight off again. His 
      head jerks up, over to Cat. "No! Cat! Stay here! I need you to heal!"
He doesn't have far to go; they're in the parlor, Rina laid out on the couch,
      her clothing soaked with blood and her face heading toward unrecognizable.
Emily is just a step or two behind Marcus, already pushing past the Philodox
      and oddly calm. But then, this sort of situation is more of what she's 
      used to. Moving past him, she says calmly---which is odd, given the 
      circumstances---"How is she?" She doesn't move toward her till Josh calms 
      down.
Chaney backpedals a few steps but doesn't leave the room. The lupus continues
      to twist the tail of her shirt and flare her nostrils. Her eyes flick 
      toward the new arrivals, then return to the broken figure on the couch.
Cat glances over to Josh's hands, currently covered in blood and pressing cloth
      to Rina's wounds. Blue eyes travel back to her face, and he reaches out 
      to gingerly brush blood-soaked hair away from her eyes. "Can't heal," he 
      says softly. "She's not a spirit. She's not a plant." Hooray for Captain 
      Obvious. He looks up at Marcus and Emily, just noticing their arrival, 
      and then focuses on Rina again. Sitting there, next to her head, he's 
      probably in the way.
Joshua pulls his gun out in a snap, bloody hand pointing it at the doorway at
      the arrival of the two. Once he has a moment to make the 'Emily =! 
      Hostile' connection in his mind, the Ahroun lowers the gun, whiping his 
      brow. "Bad. Bad bad bad. Damnit, I should have stayed with her!"
Marcus' gun is out as soon as Josh's is, but the Philodox lowers it once the
      Ahroun does likewise. "Joshua, Cat, Chaney, come here." Marcus demands, 
      shaking his head at the gun. "Joshua, we need to talk about 
      your...friend. Cat, Chaney, just keep out of Emily's way so she can do 
      what needs to be done." It's clear he wishes the parlor empty, so the 
      rage dosn't distract the nurse.
Emily is shaking like a leaf at the moment, no matter her calm face. A gun in
      your face can do that. As the guns are lowered, she swallows hard and 
      says, with only a mildly cracking voice, "I need ALL of you out. Now."
Chaney blinks over at Marcus, then walks slowly over to the doorway with
      reluctant obedience and many glances backwards. "Mah-ehs," she says, 
      addressing the Philodox agitatedly. "Mah-ehs, Eena." As if he couldn't 
      see for himself. "Eena?"
Murmuring almost directly into Rina's ear- or where it ought to be, at any rate
      -Cat bows his head and presses his clasped knuckles to his lips. The 
      orders to clear out are ignored or unheard.
Joshua's hand shoves the gun back into the holster, thumbing the latch to hold
      it in as he reaches over for the scruff of Cat's shirt. Much bleach will 
      be required the next day. "Get. Out!" He orders, starting for the door... 
      Starting, at least, to yank the Theurge back with him.
"Rina will be fine, Chaney." Marcus says, before looking back to Joshua and
      Cat. "Let us go into the kitchen." It's not quite a suggestion, as the 
      Philodox heads off in that direction.
Chaney gives the parlor one more worried look. Then she pads after Marcus, lips
      moving as she mumbles under her breath.
Emily swallows hard then forces herself to kneel down, working on getting her
      supplies out. A stethescope, penlight and a few other things appear first 
      so that Emily can start evaluating the situation. She listens, shines 
      lights in Rina's eyes and so on, pointedly ignoring the departing garou. 
      She looks....right doing this.
Cat is jerked up to his feet, and pulled out towards the entrance to the
      parlor. Josh's halfway there before the theurge's eyes widen and he 
      lunges backwards, nightshirt collar cutting into the back of his neck. 
      "Not leaving her," he grates back dully.
Joshua reaches over with his other hand to grab the Theurge's shoulder or upper
      arm, whatever he can get a grip on. Cat twists and tries to avoid, but 
      Josh's hand gets the upper arm, and the larger and stronger Ahroun 
      lurches as he puts it all into dragging Cat backwards. "Let the nurse 
      work, Cat! She says out... you want Rina to not get better?!"
Since Joshua seems to have things under control, Marcus heads into the kitchen.
      The Philodox indicates that Chaney should sit in one of the chairs, then 
      leans on the counter to wait for the other two to sort things out and 
      arrive.
Huh. Seems to be a phone on the kitchen floor. Seems to have a bullet in it.
      How'd that get there?;
Chaney perches in the indicated chair, pulling her knees up to her chest and
      being very still and wide-eyed.
It takes another second for Cat to react, so with that, combined with Joshua's
      greater strength, they're in the hallway before he tugs back and aims a 
      kick square for the ahroun's stomach.
Emily goes about tending to Rina with practiced easy movements. Her few actual
      bleeding wounds are bandaged and she's arranged carefully. A syringe of 
      something is prepared then injected and then she starts with the actual 
      clean up of the woman. "Marcus?" she can be heard calling. "I need a 
      thing of water."
Joshua had been there. He had done that. After tangling with bikers earlier,
      Cat seems... almost an afterthought to the evening. The fist around the 
      collar lets go as Josh doubles momentarily, before it returns to the 
      other Walker in the form of a punch. "Get... a hold of yourself!" He 
      wheezes. "Emily wants us -out-." His other hand is still wrapped around 
      Cat's upper arm.
Marcus shakes his head at the mangled phone, rooting through the cupboards and
      finding a large jug. Filling it with the requested water, he heads out to 
      take it to Emily and sees the others. "You two. Stop it! We can settle 
      this later." And then he passes them by and takes the water to the nurse.
Taking the jug, Emily gives Marcus a look and orders--yes, she orders the
      Philodox--to "Make Josh and Cat calm the fuck down or they're out of this 
      house for the night." Then its back to Rina, Emily attempting to block 
      out the noise of the tussling garou.
The Theurge frowns when he's punched and for a moment, just stands still;
      Marcus passes them and Emily says something sharp from inside the parlor. 
      Still in Josh's grip, Cat twists his head around, trying to see over his 
      shoulder what the three of them are doing.
Joshua lets go of Cat, since he's just standing there. "Do not go in until
      Emily says you can." Josh lays out solid to the younger youth, turning 
      his head to look back in to the Parlour as well. Mostly at Emily and 
      Rina, though he casts a death glare at Marcus as well.
Marcus nods to Emily, walking back out to Josh and Cat. Josh's glare is
      ignored, the Philodox closing the door behind him so what's going on 
      inside is no longer visible. "Emily will deal with her part of this. We 
      must deal with ours. Come, there is the small matter of the driver to 
      discuss." And once more he tries to get them into the kitchen.
Cat's very, very reluctant to leave sight of the closed doors, and it takes
      physical herding from Marcus to usher him into the kitchen. Once there, 
      he narrows his eyes at Joshua. "You broke her," he accuses.
"_I_..." Josh cuts back icily. "... saved her from being beaten to death. The
      only people I 'broke' were the (dick fuckers) who did this to her. So 
      watch it." Josh mixes German and English, turning his back on Cat 
      dismissivily. "I have the license plate. We did not exchange names." 
      Marcus is regarded with open hate, but not so much he can't keep his tone 
      roughly... 'even'.
Marcus, last one into the kitchen, shuts the door and leans on it. He looks
      between the two, letting them sort this one out themselves. Joshua's open 
      hate is returned with a cold gaze. "You have the license plate? Well 
      done, we don't need anything else. He'll be easy to find, with that 
      information."
The smallest Garou still looks like he has half a mind to punch or kick the
      ahroun again, and might've done it if Marcus wasn't there. He settles for 
      sticking his tongue out at Josh when the boy's back is turned.
"I am not stupid. That is why I memorized it. And the Car model, in case I
      fumbled part of the License number." Josh responds, taking off the blood 
      soaked jacket, starting to undo the holster next. "I will need to get rid 
      of the gun as well. It is now connected with five deaths. I meant to get 
      rid of it after the first three..." He muses openly.
Marcus smiles slightly, although why isn't quite clear. "I can have the gun
      sent to New York. My Family there are remarkably skilled at removing and 
      replacing any identifying marks. Do you have a spare, or will you need to 
      replace it?"

It takes a moment to run Cat off, Both Josh and Marcus slowly badgering the
      youngest back to the stairs, all but forcing Cat to go up the stairs. 
      Finally, they get him off, and the two go back to the Kitchen once more, 
      Josh looking exhausted. First thing's first, he starts to scribble out a 
      number, probably the license number, followed by the model. "I plan on 
      getting a new gun, yes." Josh answers, to the question asked near ten 
      minutes ago. "As opposed to going around without one."
"Of course, I had not thought you were to go around with out one." Marcus
      replies, taking the peice of paper and glancing at it. "However I was 
      unsure as to whether you currently had another. I myself have a large 
      collection."
After a not-so-very-long time, Emily emerges from the parlor, blood on latex
      gloves that she is pulling off and on her shirt. "Its not as bad as it 
      looks," she announces, heading into the kitchen. The stethescope still 
      hangs around her neck, as if she's just used to having it there.
"Most of the blood was from the people beating her." Josh confirms, turning to
      the kin and nodding. "One of them bleeded quite a bit." Joshua leaves it 
      at that, not explaining why the person was bleeding so much. Better not 
      asked, maybe. "I am not worried, as I said, about the third person. He 
      did not see me shift, and he will not file a report, seeing how he would 
      be admitting being guilty of attempted murder." A pause. "Damn shame he 
      got away, though."
"That is good." Marcus smiles to Emily for a moment, then he's back to serious.
      "Our only worry, then, is our drive. And he will not be hard to track 
      down, so he is as good as taken care of. I do not believe any lasting 
      harm or damage will come from this night."
Emily's eyes cut away from the pair, her mouth set in a grim line. "Think it'll
      track a great deal of notice, the death of another person after this 
      incident? And she'll be on morphine derivatives for a couple days then 
      some lighter painkillers. I think she has some broken ribs, which suck 
      but all you can do is move carefully. Contusions, a few cuts and other 
      nasty bruises and a concussion but that's the worst of it."
"I lost a good place to play Pool." Josh grumbles, reporting the casualty the
      night. "It will take some convincing that I am not trouble, and should be 
      let in again." Josh turns his head from Marcus, back to Emily. "Deaths 
      happen. All the time, in Saint Claire. If you need proof, just hit the 
      south part of town. Shootings are daily occurrences. This is not as bad 
      as LA, but it is not a safe place after hours. If our driver happened to 
      be mugged, and it went wrong..." Josh trails off with the example, 
      leaving it sit at that.
"Indeed." Marcus nods. "There will be nothing to link this death to tonight's
      incident. It will be entirely....innocent." He chuckles softly at the 
      thought of an 'innocent' murder. "As for the pool hall....I am sure a 
      little money thrown their way will be all the convincing they need."
Slowly taking her scope from around her neck, Emily doesn't look at them nor
      signal any agreement. She changes the sibject instead. "You guys iron out 
      whatever you need to. I'll be sleeping in a chair in the parlor tonight." 
      She glances at a cheap-looking, slightly battered watch that seems to 
      have appeared on her wrist. "I'll need to keep giving her medicine."
Joshua nods, not saying anything to keep the Kin there. He glances at Marcus,
      to see if the Philodox has anything.
Marcus frowns for a moment, before his face clears. When he does speak, it's to
      Emily rather than Josh. "Is there anything you'd like me to fetch you 
      from the apartment? I'll be sleeping here as well."
"A change of clothes, the thing of coffee just in case and some sweats for when
      I finally completely collapse asleep." Emily rattles it off easily, 
      glancing toward Joshua briefly before smiling at Marcus. "Just that."
Joshua stands there, before peeling off his white t as well, setting that with
      the bloody jacket. The youth heads for the sink to start washing his 
      hands of the blood.
"It looks like I'm no longer needed here, so I'll go now." Marcus returns
      Emily's smile, pausing on his way out. "I'll need the keys, then."
"Make sure Nat knows." Is all Josh has to add, still washing.
Emily rummages about in her pocket and hands the keys over. She eyes Joshua
      briefly before starting to head back toward the parlor. "Marcus can take 
      care of that. Or you." She doesn't seem to care.
Taking the keys, Marcus looks back to Josh. "Whichever one of us sees her
      first, can fill her in. Since I'm heading back to the apartment to pick 
      up Emily's things, I rather suspect that will be you." And then he heads 
      out.
Joshua finishes washing, gathering up the bloody clothes as he passes.
      Wordlessly, he heads to one of the mansion's washing rooms that the 
      residents stocked for use. He throws the t shirt and jacket into the 
      washer, loads it full of more soap than a load that small would need, and 
      lets a cold water wash cycle run. He, in the mean time, sit sleeping in 
      front of it.