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249 From: Nicodemus At: Wed Nov 21 17:06:15 2012 (Conn)

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To : Mouse

Subject: E-mail from Nick.

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Mouse,

Wanted to let you know that my earlier observation of energies draining off around the edge of the bawn were erroneous. There was some flux, but it seems to largely have stabilized.

Currently in Seattle doing some horse trading and seeing some sights. I'll bring back some good coffee.

--Nick

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250 From: Kimpe At: Wed Nov 21 18:42:30 2012 (Conn)

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To : *Glass_Walkers, Nicodemus, Sewall

Subject: Something's Up in the tenement

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Something very inspecific in up with the general feel of the tenement building, almost as though there is a cast of depression around the whole place. Some have it worse than others: Flint, when spending time in your apartment you begin feeling worse and worse; leaving the apartment alleviates the worst of it. Mouse, when waking up in the morning you find it very difficult to get out of bed sue to stiffness and soreness. Again, once you leave your apartment it alleviates to a certain extent. The fifth floor has a heavy feeling of oppression about it. Leaving the tenement causes any lingering feelings to completely disappear.

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251 From: Kimpe At: Wed Nov 21 18:46:34 2012 (Conn)

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To : Mouse

Subject: Umbral Tenement reports

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Your security dogs are very upset, and the Weaver spiders are working overtime. Some of them turn up dead. Your friendly spirits - the smaller ones - are loathe to stick around, but aren't fleeing yet. They're just wary.

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Pack> Mouse For the first time in /quite some time/, Mouse stops blocking or semi-blocking the pack connection. Immediately there's frustration, pain, and more importantly, alarm.

Pack> Lefty's packlink is open, and her usual vibe is present--lazy, relaxed. She's probably drinking beer and watching Charlie Brown's Thanksgiving. The change in the link has a ripple effect, though, and as she senses Mouse's alarm, her own rises.

Pack> Mouse is sheepish. Wounded pride, perhaps, but the alarm hasn't faded. Slower to come is the sense of being stuck, stiff and lethargic. And then, deliberately sent, a feeling of slowly encroaching danger.

Pack> Lefty sends out feelings of reassurance, and the idea that she's on her way. Behind all of that is the smallest hint of confusion and urgency.

There's nothing that seems out of place with the Tenement, but as soon as Lefty steps inside, something feels ever so slightly.../off/. It's so subtle that it's hard to tell whether or not it's simply a trick of the mind. The fifth floor is worse--there's a faint but palpable feeling of oppression, as if the walls were closing in just a little, the lighting just a little less bright. Mouse's door is closed, but unlocked.

The further into the tenement the Ragabash gets, the more wary she becomes. Carefully but with urgency, she makes her way upstairs, walking down the hall until reaching Mouse's door. She's polite enough to speak before entering, but only just. Her voice is kept low--as if the oppressive feeling makes her unwilling to let it carry. "Mouse? You in there?" Her good hand opens the door, and she pushes in.

"Yeah," Mouse says, at about the same time Lefty opens the door. Her room looks much the same as always, apart from a weird contraption (looks almost like a vest, but not) resting on her desk. Mouse herself is flat on her back, the strain evident in her expression even without her trying to move, looking not toward the door but at some vague, unfocused point nearby. "We're being invaded. Two banes, it looks like."

Lefty spares the strange vest barely a look. She's on to Mouse in a heartbeat. "Banes?" she echoes, tone mildly surprised. Her gaze shifts around nervously, only for her to realize they're probably not manifested but on the other side. So she returns to Mouse, unsure what to do next.

Mouse starts to say something and stops several times, before her cheeks and ears flush red. "...There's one attaching itself to this room. I can't sit up on my own."

Lefty grimaces. Again, her eyes dart around the room. She reaches down to wrap Mouse's arm around her neck and pick the Walker up. "Where's your chair?" she asks, looking for it.

Mouse is light for her size, at least, though that's slim comfort. Her breath seizes slightly at the movement, but once she has her feet on the ground, she's able to take a tiny portion of her own weight. "Kitchen," she wheezes. "Help me with this thing?" She indicates the vest. Except it isn't really a vest on second look, not really.

Lefty is fine with letting Mouse use her for a crutch. She follows the Walker's indication to the vest, and the thing is grabbed. Once she has it, she turns towards the kitchen. "Where the hell did the banes come from?" she asks.

Mouse's heavy breathing gets heavier as they move, and she's more shuffling and dragging than hopping or limping. "Well," wheeze, "when two banes love each other," huff, "very much..."

Lefty can't help a sudden, snorted laugh. The humor breaks whatever tension remained. Sure, there's a bane, and Mouse is in bad shape, but the Gnawer nonetheless seems to relax. Like the situation suddenly became very tenable.

"The dog spirits alerted me," Mouse continues, in the same vein as the joke, without pause for anything but more wheezing breaths. "They're big, beating the shit out of the Weaver spiders." Inhale. "But I think a few of us could take care of it. There's," grunt, "another one, nearby. I'll know where better once we're out of here." As she said, the power chair is in the small kitchen, with its side right up against the table.

Lefty uses a foot to resituate it and make it face the direction they're coming from. "Here," she says, standing so Mouse can use her as something to hold while settling into the chair. "You want me to go round up some people?"

Mouse's move into the chair is anything but graceful, but she manages, and while the strain doesn't entirely go away, there's clear relief in her features. "Yeah, we're going to have to. The sooner the better. Can't let them take hold." She reaches for the 'vest' now. "All the more reason to use this rite of mine soon."

"The caern?" Lefty says, briefly confused. "Gotta evict the squatters before the tenants can move back in." she looks to the door. "I didn't see much of anyone coming in."

Mouse shakes her head. "No, another one. Call it training wheels for that one." She pulls her shirt off with not a single ounce of hesitation, and begins strapping the 'vest' in place. "It makes certain pockets of the Umbra invisible."

Lefty raises an eyebrow. "Oh really? that could be...useful." she watches Mouse put the vest on, her natural curiosity making that gaze keen.

Mouse clearly relaxes a little more once the contraption is in place, and she pulls her shirt back over it. It's noticeably more bulky, but that's about all. "To put it mildly. Okay. Let's...let's at least get out of this apartment."

Lefty nods and moves to hold the door so Mouse can maneuver the chair out without interference. She doesn't say anything else, but her eyes again look around, as if expecting spiders or boogeymen to pounce from the ceiling corners.

Nothing of the kind does so, though Mouse first drives to her desk to retrieve her laptop, which she stows into the bag hanging from one arm of the chair. She scoots out the door with practiced ease, and immediately stops, blinking.

Lefty nearly runs into the chair on her way out, stopping just quickly enough not to bang her knee. "What is it?" she asks.

Mouse has the presence of mind to maneuver out of Lefty's way, even if she's still blinking. "Wasn't expecting the difference to happen /that/ quickly." She breathes deeply. "I feel almost back to normal." The Walker elder turns her head, scrutinizing the rest of the hallway.

Lefty frowns, following Mouse's gaze. After a moment of thought, the Bone Gnawer asks, "This thing...is targeting you, specifically?"

"It's not following me," Mouse says, with a tiny bit of defensiveness. "The other one's over there." She points. "Flint's room."

Lefty again follow's Mouse's gaze. she frowns again. "Yeah, but how much time have you been spending in that room, lately?" she asks. And, after glancing at flint's room once more, she adds, "where's the kid, now?"

Mouse shakes her head. "I've got no idea, but we'd better make sure he's not in." She begins rolling that way. "...I've been working."

"On what?" the Gnawer asks casually as she moves towards the younger Walker's room. Reaching it, she goes for the door handle. Mouse gets a single look--as if Lefty were asking for permission to go in.

Mouse mimes knocking in response. "Programming. Administration. Walking. Forum trolling."

Lefty knocks on the door, her faint grin appearing when Mouse says 'walking'. "Flint?" she calls through the door. "You in?"

Mouse rests both elbows on the armrests, her chin on her hands as she waits for a reply.

To (Lefty, Mouse), Flint pages: No real response to knocking the first time, Flint's got headphones on, I doubt he'd actually notice.

Lefty listens through the door. When no response comes, she shakes her head at Mouse.

Mouse snorts, and gives Lefty a sharp nod. "In we go." For her part, she backs the chair up along the wall just enough to ease out of it--and ease out of it she does. Not without obvious pain and effort, but certainly less than she was demonstrating before.

Lefty puts her light touch to the door handle, and--locked or not--the nuances of the ragabash gift lets her in. She pushes the door open and moves through, holding it so Mouse can wheel in behind her.

A small studio apartment of minimalist furnishings, the room looks comfortably lived in, and hasn't changed much with new occupancy. The walls are plain, undecorated, though there are post-it notes decorating one of them, and some pages from a sketchbook pinned to the wall as well. There is a kitchenette with a sink, coffeemaker, and mini-fridge, in one corner, and the rest of the room is set up as a bedroom. There is a standard full-sized mattress on the floor, complete with a single pillow, and often messy blankets. A closet sized door opens into a 3/4 bathroom, and a couple of bean bag chairs have been dragged in from somewhere and serve as the only common seating in the room.

Contents:

Flint

Obvious exits:

Out

Mouse walks in, rather than wheels. It's a slow, shuffling, uneven walk, but a walk all the same, and she stands rigidly straight. There's something beneath her shirt, visibly bulking in places. Her eyes are faintly narrowed.

Lefty holds the door, whether for the chair or--as Mouse gets up--the Walker elder actually walking in. this produces a brief grin from the Bone Gnawer. Once they're both inside, she quickly looks around. Like in Mouse's apartment, her eyes go everywhere--even up. Maybe especially up. Checking ceiling corners and everything.

The cliath is settled on his bed, facing the wall and small window of the apartment, earphones in, music vaguely audible through them--so he has to have it pretty loudly. Flint's got a sketchpad in his lap, and most of his attention is there, or on toying with his water bottle, so much that he might not even have noticed the two elder garou enter his room.

Mouse's patience seems to have worn thin. She digs a hand into her pocket, produces a well worn rubber band, and flicks it at the back of Flint's neck with the sort of aim only obtained by long practice doing just this, or sheer luck.

Lefty snorts out a brief laugh again, but by the time flint can react to the rubber band, the expression has disappeared and the Gnawer has returned to her 'serious business' face.

Flint startles, pulling his earbuds out hastily and getting halfway to his feet to turn around. Stocking feet, so it doesn't matter too much if he stands on his bed. Which is kind of a mess. "Um. Mouse-rhya. Lefty-rhya...?" That trails upwards into a question, before the teenager sullenly flops down onto the bed again to put aside the sketchbook, and the rubber band, which is picked up and brought over, offered back to Mouse, but Flint seems even /more/ moody than usual.

In return, Mouse seems all the more implacable. She takes the rubber band back, puts it into her pocket, and then jerks her chin toward the door. "Get what you need, you're leaving this room for a little bit. There's a bane trying to nest here."

Lefty stands silently behind Mouse. She offers only a lift of her chin as a way of greeting the cliath.

Flint furrows his brows, but doesn't really question, aside from being entirely sullen and kicking his bed once. The sketchbook is grabbed, shoved in his backpack. It takes a moment for him to gather the 'obeying orders' energy enough, and he grabs a few more things out of the dresser and into his backpack, and then just ends up leaning, head against the wall next to the dresser, hand digging into his pocket to form a fist.

"/Now/, Flint," Mouse says, a tiny bit of her own temper trickling into her tone. "Out of the room. It gets somewhat better as soon as you get out of the room."

Lefty continues to hold the door. She plans to be the last one out, it seems.

The tone gets Flint's attention about two seconds before he might have otherwise just hit his head against the wall in frustration. "'kay," comes the still-sullen response. The cliath detours to grab a few more things from the side of the bed and shove them haphazardly into his backpack before he exits the room, brows furrowed. And then pausing, looking at the doorway with an entirely askance expression before he takes a few more steps away from it, mouth forming into a slight 'oh'.

Mouse would probably be tapping her foot, if she could manage such physical feats. She follows Flint out, giving him a faint scowl just before she clears the threshold herself, and angles back--slooowly--into her power chair. Grunt. "We've got two banes trying to put down roots in the building. Priority is to get together a group to beat the shit out of them ASAP. Clear? Four or more, I'm thinking."

Lefty pulls the door shut with her as she exits. "Kavi?" she offers, then adds, "Probably not Jake. The inlaws are in town. With the baby."

Flint looks back at the apartment, and takes a deep breath to steady himself, worry furrowing in his brow as he looks at Mouse--and clear and evident guilt as well. Then Flint's focus is the conversation at hand as well. "Might, Alexandra. Probably... Ky's... busy," the galliard offers, before going silent.

Mouse turns the power chair toward the breakroom. Her nose wrinkles at the mention of people being busy, and she grunts. "Tomorrow. Friday at the /latest/. There are spirits dying over there, and no fucking bane duo is moving in here."

Flint goes distant, for a moment, attention clearly on something just beyond the immediate.

Lefty doesn't argue. She simply nods and then looks to Flint. "Who else can we get? Where's Salem?" and then it hits her that flint mentinoed Ky. "You mean he's busy with the gang thing?" she asks.

Mouse's eyes flick from Lefty to Flint.

Flint looks wholly and thoroughly distracted a moment longer, mouthing silent words as he talks... to himself? "With the gang thing," Flint affirms, before shaking his head and thinking. "Yes. Norman-rhya? Nieve-rhya?"

Lefty nods to both. Glancing at Mouse, she offers, "Want me to scout a bit? sounded like you've already peeked across, though, and seen pretty much everything we need to know."

Mouse taps the side of her head. "I can pretty much see it all right now." Her eyes unfocus, but only for a moment before she scowls at Flint. "I don't care who, I care about when. And I /will/ be keeping track of who's too busy to come defend a Garou safehouse from the Wyrm."

"With the gang," Flint says to Lefty, actually expanding on it this time. "Ky's in, and trying to stay in but they, don't. Trust him away, much. Gang has a vampire, somehow associated. Ky already brought, Elliot-rhya up to speed, Elliot-rhya said stay on it." There's a pause. "But, if at all. Ky and Lex both." Another pause. "They'll both be here."

Lefty gives Mouse a reassuring look. "I'll scare up some people. Maybe Maddie, a few others." she glances back towards the apartment and then asks--even though she knows better, "You want to stay at my place tonight?"

"Good," Mouse tells Flint, clipped. Blunt. And then, to Lefty, she sounds a tiny bit wearier. "Yeah. I just need to send off a few emails. Get my gun."

Lefty seems surprised, but she doesn't argue. In fact, she looks kinda pleased.

Flint nods again, and then there's a faint, querying glance to Lefty, before the teen looks back at his apartment a moment. "Can I, too?" comes the question after a moment. "Otherwise I'll go out, to. The woods, our. Unfettered's, territory. Or the Vault, but..." Clearly, the galliard would rather be at least somewhat around other garou.

Lefty eyes Flint for half a moment, gauging. Her words, when they come, are far warmer and congenial. "Sure. Absolutely. We got plenty of room." she makes a gesture and starts down the hall to head downstairs.

Mouse rolls along after Lefty, one hand rubbing at her eyes.

Flint gets to the elevator and presses the button, leaning against the wall, but otherwise being mostly unobtrusive. "Thanks," the cliath says, quietly. Sketchbook, retrieved from his backpack at some point, is hugged to his chest.

MAIL: You are sending mail to '*Glass_Walkers, Rina, Nicodemus, Sewall, Slug, Sue', carbon-copied to 'Kimpe'.

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From: Mouse Subject: Email if you got one!

To: *Glass_Walkers, Rina, Nicodemus, Sewall, Slug, Sue

Cc: Kimpe

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Two banes are attempting to dig themselves in at the Tenement. They look like too much for a single Garou to handle, but a small group should be sufficient. I'm thinking 4+. This is an all-call to any available Garou, I want these things destroyed ASAP. Call it a holiday celebration special. We can't afford to delay, and every second we do, more of the spirits guarding our safehouse die trying to stop them.

In the meantime, no one should spend any significant length of time on the fifth floor if they can avoid it. The lower floors have a lesser effect that should be fine to spend time on, but make sure to get plenty of air by stepping outside. Avoid both my and Flint's apartments. If you must go near there, make sure it is only a few minutes.

Mouse

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253 From: Slug At: Thu Nov 22 11:31:02 2012 (Conn)

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To : Mouse

Subject: Email, RE. Subject : Something Strange

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Enclosed in the email is a youtube link to the Ghost Busters theme.

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"We're being invaded."

"We're being invaded."

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