hazlogs | Visiting Kin

Date: 11/22/02, Friday, Evening.

Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 51
degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in
from the north at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.14 and
steady, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 49
degrees Fahrenheit (9 degrees Celsius.)

Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (80% full).

Whispering Pines - Jeremy's Apt

This apartment gives a look of high expense, not in the building itself,
but it's contents. The walls and ceiling are painted pure black, and the
carpet matches the darkness, save for some off color fuzz, being that it's
a pretty new carpet. Across from the door in the living area is a large
black entertainment center consisting of a not suprisingly black 42" TV, a
large fully digital stereo system with CD and tape players, AM/FM stereo,
a setting for the TV, and a useless setting called 'phono'. There are
various gaming systems tucked into the entertainment center as well,
baring names like Dreamcast, Playstation and Playstation 2, various
systems with the word 'Nintendo' upon them... 3D0, NeoGeo, and finally
something called a 'colecovision'. This system is complemented nicely by a
high quality Bose surround sound speaker system. Two black leather couches
are on the left and right of the living area, angled at the entertainment
center. A large chest rests on the ground between the couches and the
entertainment center, working as a foot rest. The only sources of light
are the LEDs on the stereo, the TV, and a small blacklight bulb in the fan
in the center of the apartment. A door to the right of the apartment leads
to Roger's bedroom(+view) and the small kitchen is visable on the right
side of the apartment, almost a part of the living room. The kitchen is
lit up by a hallogen lamp, resting next to the front door, pointed towards
it.

Salem knocks on the door of the apartment Jeremy shares with Ebony; it's a
businesslike rapping.

Ebony lurches up from the couch, where he'd been sprawled and
halfheartedly reading a fiction novel. The book gets discarded as he
approaches the door, checking the monitor briefly before opening up enough
that the groob could enter if he wished. "Evening," he greets politely.

"Evening, Ebony." Salem's tone is courteous as always, though his manner
seems rather grim and dour, and there's that sense of tightly-controlled
temper, too. "Settling in well?"

Ebony makes a 'come in' gesture with his free hand. "Yeah, been busy
though," he muses conversationally. "Want a drink or somethin'?"

Salem shakes his head as he enters. He makes himself at home easily
enough, shrugging off his coat and settling onto one of the black couches.
"What have you been up to?" Despite the intimidating appearance, his tone
of voice is light. Calm.

Ebony plunks down at the other end of that couch. "Working a lot. Looking
out for Craig, now that he's....turned, keeping tabs on Jeremy....nothin'
really unnusual. Went to a rave t'other night."

Salem's eyes narrow slightly. "Craig. Renee's new cub. The same boy who
recognized Quentin, am I correct?"

"Yup," Ebony affirms. "Came as a bit of a shock, t'be honest."

Salem grunts. "That's one problem solved, in any case. Has she moved him
out?"

Ebony mmms. "Kinda. He's movin' in with her, once she's got another
mattress. 'm gettin' em a space heater...think for now he's stayin' with
his dad, comin' in real late and goin' out early."

Salem arches an eyebrow, looking skeptical, then shakes his head. "Not our
problem... unless he loses it on his father." Stretching his legs out, the
halfmoon crosses them at the ankles and folds his arms across his chest.
His eyes are hidden behind dark lenses that reveal nothing. "Tell me about
the rave."

Ebony mmms. "Saw some weird shit there. Didn't get any pills handed my way
- had to leave before that, though I think Jer got some. The people there
were fucked up, though....."

Salem's jaw clenches slightly. "How so?"

Ebony rubs his cheek absently. "One....one chick seemed....this is gonna
sound screwed, but she looked like she was growing a third arm," the
kinsman confesses. "And....on one of the others, somethin' about her face
just wasn't quite right...like the jawbone was two sizes too big, or
somethin'."

The tall Walker's eyebrows rise; he shifts his weight and sits up alertly.
"Really." A hand comes up and rubs at his beard. "I've never known
vampiric blood to have that effect... One strike against _that_ theory."
He doesn't sound unhappy about this, though to say he sounded 'pleased'
would be a gross overstatement. "Anything else?"

Ebony shakes his head. "N'really, apart from the drink prices being
extortionate," he remarks dryly. "Like I said, Jer got pills."

"Hmnf," says the Garou. "High-priced drinks is hardly unusual... I'll have
to speak to Jeremy. How's he been, by the way?"

"Moody, though happier since Aiyana reappeared. Still hands my ass to me
at UT, so I doubt anything's particularly wrong with him," Ebony muses
thoughtfully.

"Aiyana's back?" Salem's lips thin, taking on a slightly dissatisfied
twist. "Well, well. Wonder where the hell she was hiding."

Ebony shrugs loosely. "I'unno. Never asked. Truth be told, never knew
she'd been gone 'till Jer and I talked, a bit ago."

Salem grimaces faintly, then shrugs. "Hopefully, she remembers what I told
her... And you?" He tilts his head slightly. "How are you finding our...
odd little family?" Deadpan, no trace of a smile.

"What did you tell her?" Ebony prompts, as curious as ever. "And
yeah.....not bad. Fucked up, but better 'n the people in Boise. Stuck-up
asses, there. At least here, someone gives a damn enough to tell me what
the hell's going on."

"I told her," Salem says, rather darkly, "that while I wasn't going to do
anything about her hanging on Jeremy, I expected her to stay out of his
bed until after her Rite of Passage. And that she'd regret it if she ever
harmed him."

Ebony ahs quietly. "Protective, ain'cha," he observes.

Salem's lips twitch in a thin, humorless smile. "It comes with the
territory," he says; the smile vanishes rather quickly afterward.

Ebony ahs. "I guess. So, what else do you do, 'part from chase after cubs
'n kin?" the black guy queries, his curiosity almost catlike. "I mean,
there's more to being the head than that, right?"

Jeremy makes his way into the apartment and shuts the door behind him.

The Walker shrugs faintly, sitting back. "I'm responsible for the tribe,
like the head of any family. Right now... that pretty much consists only
of cubs and kin. So. There's more to what I do than that, but..." He
glances up at the techigoth's arrival. "Jeremy, good. Wanted to ask you
about the rave."

Jeremy turns his eyes upon the two and starts to take off his collar and
spikey wrist bracelet. "Had a lotta fun, Ebony came in looking like
Cheetara from Thunder cats."

Ebony laughs. "Did not!" he protests. "Just a bit of skin-paint...."

Salem arches an eyebrow over the sunglasses, then grunts. "...Right. Did
you see anything strange? Ebony mentioned some deformities..."

"Dark place, lots of music and shit. I don't know 'bout deformities."
Jeremy says as he makes his way to the wall safe, tapping in a string of
code, then twists the knob. "They were spotlighting a really hot chick
tho', which I took a picture of. Photoshop didn't do so well in fixing it
up, way too dark and I had a shitty CCD on it."

Salem pushes to his feet and paces around to the back of the couch as if
restless. "Hum. Interesting."

Ebony shrugs a bit. "Nice chick," he agrees absently. "Weird crowd."

"I couldn't sneak in my Nikon, only my logitech credit card." Jeremy pops
open the safe and takes out a small baggy, zip lock style, then shuts it
just as quick.

Salem stops pacing and tilts his head, almost birdlike, at the goth.
"Recognize anyone else, there?"

"Dexter was there, and that was it." Jeremy tosses the plastic bag over to
Salem, then crosses his arms over his chest.

A small pill stamped with the following insignia: 

UL
 UL

It is roughly the size of a standard Advil tablet and appears to be
uncoated.

Salem catches the baggie and then, with two fingers, holds it up to study
the contents. If anything, his expression turns more grim. "Double UL,
just as Nicodemus described. Christ." He shakes his head slightly and
chucks the baggie back toward Jeremy. "We'll see if Mr. Dalton can do
anything more with one extra pill, but something in me doubts it. Still."
He takes a breath. "We'll see."

Ebony listens, his expression curious.

Jeremy catches the bag and nods his head, then makes his way back for the
safe. "Mmm.. Well, I'm thinking about the next rave coming up. See if I
can drag Aiyana to it. Maybe actually dance this time instead of stand
around and look spooky."

"Ain't that what goths /do/, Jer?" Ebony teases.

Salem grunts. "Perhaps we can get a bit closer to precisely _who_ is
behind this little conspiracy, too. Right." He reaches down, taking his
coat up from where it's draped over the back of the couch, and shrugs into
it. "Forgive me for cutting this visit short, but I have an appointment to
keep."

"Have fun." Jeremy says after putting the stash away back into the safe,
then closes it again. Furrowing his brows in thought, he crosses his arms
over his chest. "I can try an get closer if you want me to."

Ebony shrugs and nods towards the ex-Slord. "Hasta, dude. See y'round, 'r
somethin'."