"Right. Perhaps some trained attack lupus-kinfolk as well."

[hazlogs]

It is currently 21:21 Pacific Time on Sun Aug 24 2003.

Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 69 degrees Fahrenheit (20 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from variable directions at 5 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.15 and steady, and the relative humidity is 38 percent. The dewpoint is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)

Currently the moon is in the waning No Moon phase (18% 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 Salem's office.

Jeremy is already in the mansion, pacing around back and forth after sending off an email to everyone about his christmas list for the Mansion. He's on his cell, babbling away in Japanese.

Salem lets himself in the front door. He eyeballs the chattering gothnerd and smiles thinly, nodding a greeting.

Jeremy dips his head to Salem, then claps the phone, securing it upon his belt. He's completely goth'd out, an now wearing a dog collar beneath the spiked one around his throat. "Hey." He says with a grin on his face. "I was talking to an online buddy who was having unix problems. So. Didja get the mail?"

There's a small clatter from upstairs, and a shouted curse. A moment later, Leala descends looking mildly disgruntled.

Salem opens his mouth to answer, then blinks, glancing upward at the noise with furrowed brows. "Something wrong?" he asks the Ragabash.

"I keep pushing instead of pulling," she says, waving an arm in a dismissive manner. "No biggie. What's up?"

Jeremy tilts his head slightly towards the other Glass Walker, then smirks faintly. "Maybe we should get a sticker on there for you."

Salem snorts. "You'll get used to it." He looks at Jeremy. "And, yes, I did get your message."

Leala sits down on the bottom step and looks at the two. "You guys /do/ know that I have a lot of contacts in the surveillance industry, right? I only worked in it for two years." She yawns. "I have to call up some friends and see what kind of discounts we can get."

Salem folds his arms across his chest and leans against the bottom of the stairway railing. "Good. What about the actual locks? Do you really think a retinal scan thing is feasible?" He arches an eyebrow.

Jeremy shakes his head. "I don't think it is, honestly, and you don't really want to do that. Anyone can cut out one of our eyes after they kill us an hold it up to the scanner."

Leala giggles. "I think thumb prints might be good, because it keeps people from losing keycards or forgetting passcodes. Plus, if someone cuts off your thumb, we can always reattach it."

She adds hastily. "It's a lot cheaper as well."

Salem grunts. "Same problem with the eyes." He shakes his head. "I'm not an expert, granted, but passcodes seems simpler. Reattaching fingers is not so easy for those of us who _don't_ have regenerative powers."

Jeremy tucks his hands into his pockets promptly. "Well, if I got mine cut off. I'm getting cyborg implants.. an then you can call me Techno-Claws."

Leala ponders Salem's statement. "How likely do you really think it is that someone would cut off our fingers to get into the mansion?" She sighs. "I'm loathe to use garage door openers for the gate, because those are easily circumvented, and cards are a pain, because then you have to stop and stuff... I don't know!" She throws up her hands.

Jeremy notes. "They crawled through the toilet last time."

Leala has a thought. "How about something with voice recognition?"

Salem nods. "Granted, the sewer system is less Wyrm-tainted uptown than down, but nothing's _completely_ impenetrable..." He glances at Leala and mms. "How flexible would it be, though? How difficult to add someone to the system? And couldn't a voice be recorded?"

Jeremy thinks. "If we run it through a software based application, such as Dragon or Via Voice, adding voices to the system is not hard at all, even deleting them. We can cross transfer that into whatever platform we use for our security. Its cheap an easy."

Leala: "I guess it would require some research. I presume there are systems sophisticated enough to differentiate between a live and recorded voice, but I don't know much about the requirements for such a system or the expense."

"Find out," says Salem. "Also..." He looks at Leala. "This is a big house. Bigger than the tribe alone can use, truly, even if everyone lived here, kin included. What do you think about possibly opening it up to _select_ Garou and kin of other tribes... as a safehouse, like the farm." He rubs his chin. "Get them to help protect the place and with upkeep."

Leala thinks about this carefully. "I wouldn't be opposed to it as long as I got to meet people first and if they don't follow the rules, do their chores, and act responsibly, they'd be out. It would be a three strikes and your out kind of deal."

Salem nods. "Yes. The rules." He smiles thinly. "Should be simple, I think. No property damage. No shapeshifting in front of open windows. Respect Cockroach. Et cetera."

Jeremy has gone off in his own world as he walks around the room, thinking to himself.

Leala adds with a grin, "No entering Leala's room or photography studio!"

Salem chuckles briefly. "Exactly." He glances at his pocketwatch. "Anything to add, Jeremy?"

Jeremy glances over to Salem and lets out a breath. "Ah. No. I'm more interested in wondering where we are ganna hide the motion detecting sub machine guns out on the front porch." He says this quite seriously.

Salem's eyebrows rise. "Do you really think those are necessary? Or even legal?"

Jeremy starts to grin, eye brow raising upwards slowly.

Salem snorts, amused. "Right. Perhaps some trained attack lupus-kinfolk as well." The Alpha shakes his head slightly.

Jeremy chuckles slightly. "Well, I suppose thats better then the trained dolphins with laser guided missles strapped to their backs."

"Indeed." Salem cocks his head, a thought clearly occurring to him. His eyes narrow thoughtfully. "Did I ever tell you what happened with Leonards judgement?"

Jeremy shakes his head. "Um.. Nah. I haven't talked to you at all since the incident."

Salem nods. "He's currently being Ostracized, for a period of two months. Afterward..." The halfmoon cocks his head. "He has to make amends to you."

Jeremy wrinkles his nose slowly, then lets out a breath. "I'd rather just.. never see him again." He says softly.

Salem rubs his chin and nods. "Understandable. I'll... think of something for him to do." He snorts. "Presuming he comes back at all."

Jeremy nods his head once more, then sighs, rubbing at his neck, fingers scratching at his neck. "I don't ever want to see him again. I"m more likely to put a bullet in his gut then sit there an take an apology or whatever. I'll admit.. I'm scared of him."

Salem grunts. "Well, as far as I'm concerned, he's still not welcome in the city, and I'll gut him if he ever lays a hand on you or anyone else of the family again." He shrugs, straightening up from his lean against the railing.

"Yah. Cool.. subject change.. please." Jeremy says softly as he clears his throat. "Um.. So.. Yah.. I hate work. Work sucks."

"Indeed it does," the Alpha says dryly. "Spoken to Aiyana recently?"

Jeremy shakes his head. "Um.. been.. almost half a year now." He says. "I think at this point we're pretty much broken up. I hear she passed her Rite, never bothered to tell me."

"She was rather quick to come help us find you," Salem notes. Sticking up for the Gnawer Ahroun? He lifts an eyebrow, then shrugs again.

"Well. I"m not saying she's a bitch or anything, just saying she hasn't even come to see me.. or.. anything. I don't know what to think." Jeremy says softly.

Salem makes a little 'mm' noise. "Some duty keeping her away, perhaps. Or she's just gone wandering. Some Gnawers do that, you know."