"My leaving has nothing fucking to do with the damned Russians."

[hazlogs]

It is currently 20:33 Pacific Time on Tue Mar 2 2004.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (76% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 44 degrees
      Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric 
      pressure reading is 30.19 and rising, and the relative humidity is 57 
      percent. The dewpoint is 30 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 degrees Celsius.)

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.

"I'll be around," Rina answers, her expression shadowed by a touch of concern.
      She doesn't look away from Anthony. "What's up?" she asks, as she paces 
      over to retrieve her book and put on her jacket.
"Just thinking," is Tony's reply; he finally settles to a stop near one of the
      windows, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Rina tugs on the riding leathers with a rattle of curcuit-board and chains.
      "'Kay. If you wanna talk or anything... I'll be back later. If you're 
      around." She tucks the dogeared paperback into an inside pocket.
Joshua shifts down to Lupus again, after making sure he was out of sight of
      windows and the like, prowling into the Parlor where he hops onto the 
      chair he's been napping on of late. He turns around once, before sitting 
      solidly on the cushion, tail curling against his side.
Rina gives Joshua a brief scritch behind the ears, and the same to Cat, on her
      way out.
Anthony nods slightly to Rina, then starts walking again, heading back to the
      chair he was sitting in; unfortunately, there's a wolf there, now, so he 
      settles for the sofa, instead. The television gets turned on, and Tony 
      starts channel surfing aimlessly.
Cat watches Rina go, looking rather forlorn...slowly he shifts back to homid
      and just lies on the floor where he'd been lying as a wolf, staring 
      horizontally out at Tony's feet. "Laces untied," he says softly.
The front door opens not too long after Rina leaves -- but long enough for
      Salem, the one entering, to have missed her. The halfmoon is lost in 
      thought, going over to the front closet to hang up his coat 
      automaticallly.
Wolf-Heart sits rather happily on 'his' chair, oblivious to the whole Tony
      thing. Head turns slightly, jerking back as the TV comes on, but he 
      quickly remembering what -that- thing is. He stares at the screen, 
      although he's not really interested, just watching it idly.
Anthony takes a moment to quit flipping through the channels to look down at
      his shoes, then kicks them off, letting them fall to the floor; then, 
      back to the television.
Cat makes a face and rolls over onto his good arm, curling up a bit as he tries
      to tune out the noise of the TV. His stomach makes a long, loud rumbly 
      noise (has anyone seen him eat since they got back?) but he just shifts 
      position.
Salem cocks his head, hearing the television, and wanders over toward the
      parlor. "Evening... oh, good. Cat."

Alicia pages: Ring Ring.

Wolf-Heart's head turns to face the Ex-Elder before he enters, chuffing out a
      light greeting to Scar-Rhya as he does. TV is forgotten, since it wasn't 
      really interesting anyhow.
Anthony apparently finds the TV quite interesting, by contrast, since he only
      takes a moment to look back at Salem.
Anything else Salem might have to say is forestalled by the ring of his
      cellphone. He takes it out of a pocket and answers it quickly. "Salem."
The blond boy opens one eye, then quickly sits up and winces as his arm
      protests. "Hi Salem-rhya," he murmurs, picking off the remains of his 
      bandage and folding it neatly into his pocket. Cat glances at Joshua and 
      Anthony curiously, before staring back at the Philodox.

Alicia pages: There is a panting breath from behind the phone. "Its me, Lisha..
      got issues."

Salem frowns. "Cat, shift to a healing form." The frown continues as he speaks
      into the cellphone. "What issues?"
Wolf-Heart's ear quirks once, making a half attempt at listening to the
      conversation before he hops off the seat. In a moment, Josh is back up to 
      Homid yet again. The Ahroun stretches again, watching Salem and the Phone 
      with acute interest.

Alicia pages: "Those Russian' dudes? They know all about Tom and I." Alicia says
      with a soft breath, the sound of foosteps heard, then a slamming door. "I 
      don't know how, since I"ve been stuck at the bawn the past couple of 
      months, but, they know 'bout us, by name, where we live, the fact we're 
      married."

Natalie comes through the back door into the kitchen. If the sliding door were
      not enough to attract ears, there's shortly the sound of water running in 
      the sink.
Looking bewildered- and faintly nonplussed -Cat shifts back down into lupus and
      skews his ears towards Salem.
Salem stiffens, but his voice remains calm. "Move him out. Now. And anyone else
      who's living with you two. I suggest Kent Crossing." He paces out of the 
      parlor -- not that he was more than a couple of steps into it anyway -- 
      and back into the front entryway. "Might want to change your appearance, 
      get a haircut, dye it, that kind of thing."
Anthony puts down the remote after eventually settling on the news, sprawling
      out on the sofa and trying to get comfortable. Whatever anyone else is 
      doing apparently isn't worth his attention right now.
Joshua glances at Cat, arching a brow. His body language says it all, and says
      it loudly. 'what's he talking about?'
The lupus swishes his tail in a confused way. I don't know. Should we ask him?

From afar, Alicia grunts in frustration some. "For all I know, they got cameras
      on me right now. This is fucked. I'll get back to you in a few days after 
      I figure out what is going on. Wish me luck." *Click*

The water stops, and a few moments later Nat heads down the hallway. She edges
      past Salem on his cell, stopping in the doorway to the parlor. "Well."
Cat freezes at Natalie's appearance, then dart-limps behind Joshua and curls up
      behind the Ahroun.
Salem clicks off the cellphone with a short, snapped-out Slavic word, stares at
      it for a moment, then pushes it back into his jeans pocket and wanders 
      back into the parlor.
Joshua nods briefly at Cat, although the brow does the raising bit again as he
      darts behind him. "Everything all right?" He calls out to Salem as he 
      re-enters the room. "Ya don't look happy 'bout something."
Anthony turns down the volume on the television a little as Natalie and Salem
      enter the parlor.
Natalie's attention's recaught at Salem's exclamation; with a frown of her own
      she moves out of the doorway, giving those within a distracted nod. 
      "Anything good on TV? I heard AMC was playing Army of Darkness tonight."
From afar, to the room, Natalie inserts 'and into the parlor' after doorway.
The wolf peers out carefully from behind Joshua's shoulder, blue eyes focused
      on Salem. You look like you've had a rough day, he understates, adding, 
      Or might still be having one.
"I dunno," Tony says. Right now all he's watching is CNN. "Wanna check?" he
      asks, offering the remote over his shoulder.
"The Russians know where she lives, and about her husband. And considering what
      they've done to Rina out of spite, or the way they sent a team after 
      Jeremy..." Salem shakes his head and runs a hand back over his short 
      hair... and then focusses his attention on Joshua and Cat. Mostly Cat. 
      "Cat, Natalie and I have heard Josh's tale about the Rite of Passage, but 
      I haven't heard _you_ tell it."
Time travelling Ash slips from Nat's attention as Salem's words catch it.
      "'Scuse me? Russians? They know where -who- lives?"
Joshua curses softly in German, for those who might recognize it. "Bloody
      hell..." He trails off as Salem turns his focus on Cat. The 'Draftee' 
      steps out of the way between Salem and Cat, Giving the ladder a quick 
      smile as he moves over to the couch. "Alicia-Rhya, then?"
Salem closes his eyes, then opens them. "Alicia. Right." So he's distracted. So
      sue him.
TV goes click, picture fading. Tony twists to face the conversation, propping
      himself up on the back of the couch.
Joshua sits next to Tony, a clear grimace reading across his face. He doesn't
      add anything at this point, crossing his arms and boots.
"Lovely," is Nat's sarcastic comment. "Did she give you any more information?
      Anything else we need to know?"
Cat's ears splay in a sign of discomfort when the meat sheild leaves, but
      nothing can be done about that. I haven't been hiding, he replies a 
      little defensively. Actually he had been, but not from Salem at any rate. 
      I'll tell you now if y'want. You just seem...kinna busy.
Salem shakes his head. "Just that they know who they are, their names, where
      they live, et cetera. She doesn't even know _how_ they know."
Natalie offers a tired, "Hell. Well, nothing we can do about it now, right?"
      She glances at Salem to double-check before finding a chair to sink into.
"Though we should do something about it soon," Anthony amends. "They're
      starting to get info faster and faster now..."
The front doors open up to reveal the Gothic, making his way inwards, arms
      folded behind his back. He has a serious expression on his face. He has 
      been gone for the past day or so, leaving a message on his answering 
      machine that he was just out of town.
Cat's tailtip flicks about gently as he glances from adult face to adult face.
      He clearly doesn't understand the situation, but it doesn't keep him from 
      listening- he's got an apt namesake, at any rate.
Salem grunts. "Alicia might have done something careless..." Then he nods to
      Natalie. "Not much we can do until Jeremy can report back something. I 
      don't suppose you've had any luck ferreting out that damned Shadow Lord?" 
      Rite of Passage tale-telling seems to have been forgotten.
Joshua mumbles, mostly to Tony, "One might wonder how the hell they're doing
      that, eh?" The Ahroun leans back into the couch. "Oy."
Natalie says "Hardly. I've been working on that damned greenhouse all day." She
      shakes her head, irritably, and searches 'round for Cat, offering him a 
      forced smile in a deliberate effort to shake off the mood.
Anthony's lip quivers irritatedly at Josh's comment. "What's that supposed to
      mean," he mutters back, digging his hands into the back of the couch.
"Hey guys." Jeremy says as he grows closer to the group, staring at them
      intently for a moment, but holding himself back a few paces. Lots of 
      Garou in one place.
Salem arches an eyebrow. "Speak of the devil." The halfmoon finally goes to
      sit, taking his usual chair.
"It means they got one hell of a fountain of information." He muses back,
      oblivious to the mood the Ragabash was in. "That, or they got people 
      watching the people they know about. Veil breach, met scissors, eh? Eh... 
      its out side anything I know jack about..." He looks up from the Couch. 
      "Oh, Heya, Jer."
Cat looks like he's about to chuff something, but then Jeremy appears and
      distracts everyone again. The new cliath doesn't look irritated though, 
      just somehow amused. Tired, he whuffs lowly, probably to Josh or Salem- 
      and then he pads out of the parlor, careful not to bump into Jeremy.
Natalie too looks over, forced smile retreating under a real one. "Jeremy - you
      back in town?" Obviously. "Wanna come pow-wow about these damn Russians? 
      Salem just got a call from Alicia. Apparently they know where /she/ 
      lives, too."
Anthony considers the explanation, then relaxes a little, returning to the
      conversation at large; he offers a slight wave and an even slighter smile 
      to Jeremy.
".. Oh shit.." Jeremy pauses for a moment in step, then heads over to the
      group, glancing up at them. "Yes, I'm back in town." He says. "They know 
      about Alicia? Does that mean they know about Dakota and Karl?"
"Alicia didn't say," Salem answers, unsmiling. "She only specifically mentioned
      herself and Tom. I told them to move out, asap, and consider changing 
      their look."
"If they know about Alicia-Rhya because they have someone watching them, that'd
      be a yes." Josh doesn't really say this too loud, and most of the people 
      in the room are in danger of missing it entirely.
Natalie says "/I/ wanna know how the hell they know about us. Are they just
      starting with the people they know about, and working their way out from 
      there?"
"How do they know that they know about them, anyway?" Tony pauses to sort out
      his question. "I mean, how does Alicia know that the Russians know what 
      Alicia's up to?"
Frowning, Jeremy crosses his arms over his chest, then rubs the back of his
      neck. ".. Thats.. not good.. I still don't got any information on the 
      tapes that I'm recording. Its like the guy won't go downstairs or 
      something.. an he isn't using the phone for anything important."
Salem's mouth twists into a grimace.
Joshua shrugs slightly. "That's how you do it on networks... once you got one
      address, you see what it communicates with, and follow it there." This 
      time he's slightly louder, giving a clear answer to the question posed by 
      Nat. "Have you ever followed who ever you got bugged? Like, for a full 
      day? On foot, that is." He poses openly, directed at no one.
"As if," Natalie hypothesises sourly, "They knew we were waiting for them to do
      that." She considers Josh's question, then turns to Jeremy for the answer.
Salem says nothing, just steeples his fingers and narrows his eyes into slits.
      Thinking, perhaps.
Jeremy lets out a breath and shakes his head. He sighs. "Fuck... man.. fuck."
      He trails off slightly, then rubs the back of his neck. "I don't know 
      what to say.. I didn't know they were this deep. I figure you know.. 
      since they broke into my house and didn't know shit about my security, 
      meant that we had them at a tactical advantange."
Quietly, Salem says, "Who wants to take odds on when they strike the Dominion?"
"I am thinking..." Josh grimaces. "That is a no, to my question then, eh?"
      Salem's question takes him aback, glancing around the room. What ever 
      chipper attitude or cheer he had quickly drains.
Anthony scratches his nose thoughtfully. "Probably the day after you leave,"
      Tony muses.
"It sounds to me," says the new Elder, "Like you're recommending we go after
      them now. How paranoid do you think they are? That is, how many bits of 
      paper do they have floating around writing down what they know - or think 
      they know?"
"We blow their house up, they'll turn around and blow up ours. I am sure they
      know all about us here." Jeremy says. "They probably know who visits us 
      here as well. We should pull a head count of our recent visitors and pass 
      word on the Galliard grapevine to 'em." He glances slightly to Natalie. 
      "Or whatever is more secure.... cell, email, carrier pidgeon."
Salem's gaze flicks toward Anthony and fixes on the Ragabash for a long moment
      while Natalie and Jeremy speak. "...Not their house," he says, turning to 
      look at the others. "Not the house we bugged. Their center." He grimaces. 
      "Not that we _know_ where their center is. I don't suppose anyone's had 
      any luck getting in touch with Konstantin?"
Joshua glances at Salem breifly. "You can't find him with that string trick of
      yours? I thought you could find anyone you knew with that..."
"Wait, wait, wait. Who's Konstantin?" Tony asks, leaning over the back of the
      sofa slightly.
"Their center? Hmm." Jermey trails off slightly as he thinks deeply for a
      moment, then begins to pace, sliding a PDA out of his pocket, tapping 
      away.
Natalie says "I haven't, and I haven't heard anything from Alicia, either. She
      said she'd take care of him." She stresses the 'she said' lightly, arms 
      crossed and scowling at Salem. "Dammit, I feel like I'm trying to bail 
      water with a fork. No /wonder/ you're leaving."
Salem bares his teeth back at Natalie. "My leaving has nothing fucking to do
      with the damned Russians."
Joshua, ever astute, shuts the heck up and looks anywhere but at Salem or
      Natalie.
Natalie'll see him bared teeth, and raise him a soundless snarl. "Yeah? Fine.
      Then you tell him who Konstantin is."
Jeremy taps a few more things on the PDA. "Guys, big moon.. less stress,
      por'favor. I don't want to get in the way of claws and shit."
"And besides," Tony starts, though Natalie and Salem's expressions shut him up.
"_Konstantin_," Salem grates out -- and Jeremy's right, the moon is fat and
      getting fatter -- "is a Shadow Lord Ragabash who, many _many_ months ago, 
      wanted to make himself useful to what was, at the time, the Alpha of the 
      Sept. Since he was of Russian descent and interested in the city, I put 
      him on the job to get some information for us. To weasel his way in. I 
      didn't hear a damned thing from him until I found out from Cutter and 
      Jean that he'd been Tainted, and I haven't even seen him since he'd been 
      Cleansed."
Natalie keeps an eye on the Philodox until he's done, then deliberately looks
      away. Toward lucky Tony. "That answer your question?" She pitches her 
      voice lower, trying for the 'act calm and you'll feel calm' mantra.
Anthony nods slightly, considering for a moment before continuing his
      statement. "How do you know Konstantin's not an informant?" Tony asks 
      next, pressing on along his line of questioning.
Raising up a brow, Jeremy asks. "Are you hinting that perhaps Konstan is
      working for them, and /that/ is how they are getting their information?"
Salem's nostrils flare. Quietly -- though no less viciously for all that -- he
      says, "If he is, I will gut him and then strangle him with his own 
      entrails."
"I think... if anyone cares, which you all probably don't, that someone should
      stick a no-moon on the Russian's tail." Josh idly comments, uncrossing 
      his boots. "Someone who is good at blending into the city, and someone 
      who doesn't spook the natives. Follow the guy, see where he goes, who he 
      talks to. Build up our own network on them. That would answer alot of 
      questions." Josh seems rather fool hardy, and doesn't seem to care much 
      if he gets mauled. Ah, the innocence of suicidal tendencies.
Natalie takes a deep breath, lets it out. "It makes a certain weird sense.
      Either willingly or not - like Salem said, he was Tainted. Who knows what 
      happened?" "--I'll help you run him down, Salem."
"Craig.." Jeremy trails off. "The Gnawers fit right in to the city and I do
      believe that we haven't had much contact with 'em since the shit went 
      down. We could go to them."

[re: "Reaping the whirlwind"]
Konstantin pages: it's a quote from the Bible, which basically means if you
      make a decision, you have to suffer the consequences of it. Even if they 
      are horrible and nasty.
You paged Konstantin with 'Ha, story of Salem's life.'.
[Too true...]

Anthony starts to say something after Josh does, but at Jeremy's recommendation
      of the Gnawer, he again shuts up, sinking back down into the sofa a 
      little.
Salem grunts. "Better someone that the Russians don't know about. That
      _Konstantin_ doesn't know about."
Natalie, damn her eyes, points out, "We /have/ a Ragabash. Don't we, Tony?"
Anthony is again up on his knees. "Konstantin doesn't know about me," he
      suggests, rather optimistically.
Jeremy glances over to Tony, then offers up a grin. "Sweet, dude, if are you up
      for it, more power to you!"
"Craig-Rhya 'n I are on pretty damn good terms. If Natalie-Rhya wants, I could
      ask him..." He offers, looking to the new Elder. "Considering I've been 
      in and out of the house a total of once, I doubt they got anything on me. 
      But Tony... He's been in and out a lot. Give them lots of oppertuntity to 
      see him. If that's how they're networking, then he'll be dirty."
Salem lowers his head slightly, fingertips massaging at his forehead lightly,
      like a man with a sudden stabbing headache.
Natalie has a pressing need to comb her hair. A lot. With clawed fingers.
      "...Damn." All the Walkers are gathered in the parlor, scattered about in 
      various chairs, in various states of tense. "I'll think about it. Salem, 
      Jeremy, what're your opinions?" She hasn't, as yet, noticed Rina's 
      entrance.
Salem looks up, his expression grim. "Josh is correct about getting a Ragabash,
      a _trusted_ Ragabash, to tail the Russian. Tony or Craig, but it has to 
      be someone who can be subtle. Also, we need to get Konstantin, sit the 
      smarmy-mouthed little fuck down, and get him to talk. By force if 
      necessary."
"My opinion is that I start looking for a new apartment. I'd also like to pull
      the head count of our visitors so that we can send word. I'd also suggest 
      a buddy system when traveling in the city at night. So far, the attacks 
      haven't taken place during the day, but, I wouldn't put it past 'em." He 
      ponders, scratching at his chin. "Someone /needs/ to find Konstantin, and 
      perhaps.." He looks at Salem. "Use a truth telling gift on him once he 
      loosens his lips." He glances back to the group, arms folding behind his 
      back as he leans forward some. "Be /real/ careful of what phones you use 
      from here out. Stick to the cells, and at least know they are protected 
      from being cloned or bugged. Don't leave 'em /anywhere/, and don't use 
      analog based phones on a land line."
Rina stands some distance from the archway, looking into the parlor--watching
      Salem with bleak eyes. She has clearly been crying--a fast plummet in 
      mood, from a couple of hours ago.
Anthony pretty much gives up, knees again sinking back into the sofa cushions.
      "I guess Craig would be better," Tony mumbles quickly at the floor.
Natalie gives her hair another raking. "You saying you can't be trusted, Tony?"
Salem bares his teeth suddenly. He also hasn't noticed Rina. "_Someone_ told
      the fucking Russians that I was a werewolf, and I know for god _damn_ 
      sure that I haven't been Crinos-dancing in the park."
Joshua looks to Jeremy. "Uh... what all do you keep on the netwo..." The
      outburst is cuts off his question, Josh falling silent for a moment. 
      "Because if it's anything critical, we might want to switch to RJ-45 for 
      a bit." He finishes quietly.
"The network is fine. Just keep your cell phones, don't lose it, an we'll be
      alright." Jeremy murmurs softly. "Sides, since the entire thing, I buried 
      everything so deep that it'd give Gates a hard on if he tried to bust 
      it." Glancing over his shoulder, he stares at Rina for a moment. "Hey.. 
      you alright?"
Rina doesn't look away from Salem. "Not really," she says in a hoarse voice.
"Well, uh, no, but ..." Tony also stops at the outburst, waiting a good few
      moments before continuing. "... if you need someone subtle I'm not sure 
      I'd be the best for that." Jeremy's question brings Tony's gaze up 
      towards the parlor door for a moment.
Joshua shakes his head a little. "Remind me to talk to you soon about the
      network later, Jer..." He trails off quietly as he lets the two talk, 
      crossing his boots again. And looking like he doesn't want to be there 
      all the sudden.
Salem looks up to see Rina, meeting her eyes for a long, silent moment. His
      face changes, turning very bland, very neutral, and very very guarded.
"Well, that doesn't exactly make me feel better, Rina." Jeremy says with a
      huff, furrowing his brows, then pulls his trench coat tighter around his 
      body. "Are you in trouble? Besides.. the kinda shit all of us are already 
      in?"
Natalie studies the Ragabash for a minute, then nods as she turns toward Rina.
      "All right. 'll talk to Craig, then, or maybe that Theurge of theirs - 
      the duchess, or whoever." And then she shuts up, letting Jer do the 
      interrogation.
Joshua leans in to Natalie, and mutters something low, before sitting back into
      the couch.
Rina's jaw tightens a fraction, and her fists clench visibly at her sides. Then
      she walks in and crosses the room, swift long strides, until she stands 
      in front of Salem. Her right arm whips back and she slaps him, hard, 
      leaving a slow-rising red print on his cheek.
".... oooh.. k.." Jeremy trails off slowly. He glances over to Natalie, then
      Joshua, clearing his throat. "I think the Don and Rina may need a moment 
      to... talk. Anyone care for a coffee?"
Salem's head rocks slightly with the impact, though it's a statement to the
      halfmoon's sense of self-control that he doesn't even show a flicker of 
      rage. Or, perhaps, he was expecting something like this. "I'm not 'the 
      Don', Jeremy," he says evenly, not looking at Rina anymore.
Natalie murmurs back to the Ahroun, her eyes watching Rina. The Galliard tenses
      at the slap, but doesn't rise.
Joshua grunts once, standing up and walking around, far around, the couch,
      headed for the Kitchen. "Some Bean-Water sounds pretty good. Jer, you got 
      your iBook on ya?" Josh mumbles, as he heads out to the kitchen.
Anthony says "Coffee, whatever, anything," Tony says quietly as he climbs off
      the couch, apparently agreeing fully with Jeremy's recommendation."
"Sure, got a bean maker and a laptop upstairs." Jeremy says, motioning to the
      stairs as he starts for the doorway. "Nat, you coming?" He asks. 
      "Ya'know.. for 'bout ten minutes or so?"
"Maladrino," Rina whispers. "Sciagurato. You fucking coward son of a bitch."
      She backhands the other cheek for good measure.
Salem's jaw tightens. "Not necessary," he says through somewhat clenched teeth.
      Pushing to his feet, he suddenly looms over the petite Italian woman. 
      "Keep discussing the Russian shit. I'm going out." Still without looking 
      at Rina, he brushes past her toward the door.
Rina stands very still for a moment, closing her eyes, her hands clenching at
      her sides. She is shaking visibly.
"I'm not," and Nat isn't. The arms of her chair aren't going anywhere either,
      not with the death-grip she's got on them. "Walk safe." This to Salem, 
      apparently, despite the fact that she's watching Rina with a hawk's eye.
Joshua pauses at the door, watching the ex-elder head out. He looks very badly
      like he wants to head back in, but he waits to see where everyone else is 
      headed.
Anthony stops his march towards the parlor door as Salem rushes out, looking a
      bit lost as he scans the room, as if he's searching for clues plastered 
      on the walls.
Jeremy lets out a breath and glances over to Rina. "Need a brother-sister
      moment?"
"No," Rina says. The dark eyes flicker open, to stare at the floor. "Not
      really."
Salem does not rush. He stalks. He has long legs, long strides, and he's not
      wasting time, though, so it's not long before he's at the hall closet and 
      getting his coat.
Joshua looks weakly back at Rina through the door, as the ex-cub -really- looks
      like he wants to do something. As if he had any idea what exactly he 
      would do, anyhow.
"Well, alright. I guess I'll just keep doing what I do best, and thats be a
      geek." Jeremy says cheerfully enough, before clearing his throat some. 
      Glancing off after Salem, he lifts up a hand, lightly waving off to the 
      stalking Garou, sighing to himself. "Well.. um... I guess. I'll go to 
      bed."
Natalie opens her mouth, closes it. Tries again, mildly. "Anything you'd like
      to add to that, Rina?"
Anthony rubs his temples intently, looking like he's caught Salem's headache.
Salem, while he shrugs into the big black leather coat -- the one Rina had
      given him (a birthday, a Christmas?) -- finds himself staring at Rina's 
      jacket hanging there. But, still, he doesn't waste time, and within 
      moments he's out the door... which slams behind him.
Rina glances to the young woman, her eyes red-rimmed and narrowed. "Yeah," she
      says dully. "Congratulations. We'll talk later. About the fucking 
      Russians, and whatever else." She turns and walks numbly from the parlor.
Natalie gives the slam a glance, then rises to call, "Rina." It's not
      -precisely- a command; the perceptive would notice more than a note of... 
      desperation?