Alicia glances to each of them, then goes back to being quiet, leaning into the couch's cushions.

A slight breeze stirs the room's air as the front door opens quietly, and Bernie steps in, humming softly to herself. She glances around at the occupants as she closes the door gently behind her, offering each a smile, though it seems particularly to Matt and Alicia. Once her hands are free of the door, she waves a bit as well. "Hey. 'sup?"

Sparing a quick glance to acknowledge Jamethon's confusion, Matt slides into a seat next to Alicia on the couch. "On the level though, I understand why ye wanted to sneak out, and...um. But, trust me, my china, there will be plenty of things willing ta kill you in your future. Ye don't 'ave ta do it yersel'. Besides," he grins, "If yer 'stuck' here, you get to spend that much more time with me!"

Alicia glances over to Matt, bemused, then whips her head to Bernie, grinning. "Yo Chia'pet! Wassup!? I'm grounded. Dope eh? Now we really have the free time ta' get that Role Playing Game stuff up an running."

Jamethon looks down at the cubs in the room then over to Jarred. "I just wonder if you are thinking what I am...?"

Jarred nods, grinning. "Probably."

Matt chimes in on Jamethon, playing up his accent. "I dunno D.M., those plants look dangerous!"

Bernie, about to reply to Alicia, bursts out laughing at Matt. She wanders around the edge of the couch to plop down beside the other cubs. "Penfold..." she murmurs softly to herself, and shakes her head, looking over to Alicia, "Sorry t' hear 'bout th' wing clipping. How come? House arrest sucks, as I c'n well attest... oh, an' speakin' of th' RPGs," she looks at Matt again, "wanna join us in startin' a li'l group?" Without awaiting an answer, she looks cheerfully up to the others, with a bright, "H'lo."

Jamethon looks at Matt and calmly shakes his head before looking back to Alicia. "Role Playing Games?"

Alicia nods her head, nudging Bernie. "Yup.. Y'know, kinda like Dungeon n' Dragons. That stuff. Its ganna be dope. Bernie is ganna be our Story Teller or something. Its for fun, use our imagination or something."

Jamethon nods to this and smiles. "Yeah, used to play that shit all the time. I always was the Dungeon Master. Fun stuff, and actually something I've considered as a training tool before."

Matt shrugs, finishing the Macready's. "Sounds like fun,but I'm not sure Oi'll 'ave the bird, 'specially if Oi'm taking my Rite soon. And there's the small matter of surviving..."

"Ah'm sure you'll do fine Matt. Your off the hook." She winks to him. "An one hella ah'dancer too." Alicia rumbles off in teasing crones, eyes squinting.

Jarred stands up slowly. "Well... time for me to get back to the scab. You all have a great evening, now." He reaches back to squeez one of the Get's shoulders. "We'll talk more later, but I think it's a go, ok?"

Bernie looks a little disappointed, and shrugs. "Well, then after you survive, p'raps...?" She looks at Jamethon with some interest, asking, "Really? Would you wanna be in a group then? I'm not really th' world's greatest GM, I like playin' better, so it'd be nice if at least I didn't hafta run all of 'em..."

Jamethon nods his head up at Jarred and stands himself. "Gotta get going to." He looks to Bernie now, "Too busy... sorry. Give me some time and maybe, but there is too much going on right now." He offers a wave to Matt looks over to Alicia. "Thanks for the chance, Alicia. You all have a nice night."

Alicia offers a quick smile to James, wiggling her fingers in a wave, then leans against Matt's shoulder.

Jarred offers, "Need a ride anywhere, bro?"

Jamethon just offers a nod in response. "Family isn't all dead..." he mutters to no one in particular as he steps over to te door and holds it upen for Jarred.

Jarred grabs his coat and, putting it on, walks outside to the porch.

Matt offers Bernie a seat on the couch. "'ow's the new captain treatin' you, then? Did I pick a good one?"

Bernie moves over a bit now that Alicia's headed out, and nods, a wide grin crossing her features, "Oh, def'nitely! I love it. Thanks 'gain, really... I hadn' read 'em b'fore, y' know?"

Matt blushes, looking a bit sheepish. "Well, ta be honest, Oi 'aven't read 'em either. Oi've 'eard of Kerouac and Ginsberg, and the twist at the bookshop said it was good. 'M glad she was roight."

Bernie laughs, a hand moving to pat her backpack lightly, where the book is probably ensconced. "Well, p'raps I oughta loan it t' ya once I finish it, y'think? Then you c'n form y'r own 'pinion of it..."

Matt nods. "Love to. So, how's life treating you? you getting yer training and Whotnot? Oi wouldn't be surprised if I don't Rite wif you, or Alicia. Maybe Cameron."

Bernie nods, but makes a bit of a face, "Life's pretty good, but I dunno 'bout th' trainin', I think I gotta get more, y'know? But I dunno really who I oughta be chasin'..." She pauses, and smiles at him, "it'd be cool t' do th' rite with you an' 'licia though. I dunno Cam'ron..."

Matt sets his empty bottle on the floor next to the couch. "Big Aussie lug. Probly went 'ome ta visit mates fer the 'olidays. As fer training, who've you been working with in yer tribe? Joey?"

Bernie shakes her head, "A li'l with Kaz, a li'l with Yi, but mostly everyone's been kinda busy, really...." She pushes her curls back and adds, "I'm thinkin' maybe it'll settle down some an' people'll have time after new year's an' all."

Matt chuckles a little. "Good time ta 'ave a book then, neh? Ah, well. Yi's good, and she's a Ragabash. So's Joey. After the Millenium turns, you'll 'ave plenty of time."

Bernie nods, breaking into a grin again, and actually gives a little bounce, "You know when th' real m'llennium is! That was sooooo annoyin' last year with everyone bein' all n'llenium this, m'llenium that, an' it wasn' even time yet..." She shakes her head with a slight roll of her eyes, and then nods again, adding, "Yeah... Kaz was sayin' prolly Yi an' Joey'd be th' ones t' train me in stuff, mostly."

Matt nods. "Sounds good. If ye hae any questions Oi can answer, ask me. Oi'm fluent in the Litany, and try ta stay current on local events. Not much ta do other than that around the 'olidays. Workin' mostly."

Bernie stretches, looking thoughtful. "I was thinkin' 'bout lookin' for a job, act'ly, but then I dunno if I'd have time for trainin' an' stuff. Plus I wanna see if they'll let me go t' th' college... I know I could get my GED, total pie. I think Kaz pretty much covered th' Lit'ny part though, I gotta good mem'ry for that kinda stuff."

Alicia heads back downstairs after her shower, wet hair pulled back, dressed in a pair of grinch boxers and a cotton shirt.

A sly grin crosses Matt's face. "Aah. So you've heard the Litany. Do you know what it means?"

"'Be good, and if you can't be good, be careful'?" Bernie suggests innocently, and then grins, with a slight shrug, "'s th' readin' of the rules. Rule numba one, no pooftas...."

Alicia glances idly over to the two, then slips onto the couch, drawing knees to her chest. Leaning against them, she quietly regards the two cubs with a nod of her head.

Matt smiles, but with an undertone of seriousness. "Quiz me. You don't fink knowing this stuff inside and out won't help you? Ask Alicia why she's grounded."

Some bumps and then a sharp thud sounds as Max enters the house and kicks the door shut behind her, surveying the visible portions of the house's lower floor before she saunters over to lean against the archway into the living room, slouching nicely. "Yo, puppies," Max greets, her gaze flickering from Alicia to Bernie, who receives a mocked and silent 'mwah' before Max turns the full scrutiny of her auspice upon Matt.

"I did," Bernie points out, "only no one said. How come you got caged, 'lisha?" She breaks off as Max enters, and grins, with another slight bounce on the couch. "Dahhhhhling!" she drawls in response to the mwah, "Oooh! Gotta thing I found for you. Hold on...." She opens her backpack, and rummages around near the bottom for a moment.

"Because I was going to kill myself during the first week of puppyhood. Th'fact ah'was so fucked up on drugs was giving me cravings an lil acid trips, ah'wasn't thinking straight. So I boosted ta'th'city for an hour, then well..came back. That happened last month, Ah'finally confessed ta'Adam and he said he can't trust me." Alicia says. "So he said ah'can't leave the farm house." She shrugs. "As if I got anywhere else ta'go."

"Bzzt!" Matt interjects. "Wrong answer! Well, that whot 'appened, but it's not why ye got grounded. Submission to Those of Higher Station. Adam is your elder. Most other tribes would've given you a more painful reminder. Oi know Brian's given me a few." He rubs the back of his head absent-mindedly.

Alicia shrugs her shoulders absently. It doesn't look like she's really bothered by it.

Max smirks in response to Bernie's greeting, though the more slight ragabash might actually be looking at her tribemate with a sparkle of anticipatory warmth in her eyes. Pushing away from the archway she meanders, roundabout, over to where Bernie is sitting. Her path happens to take her past where Matt sits and as she passes him, she patpats at the crown of his spiky hair. When she reaches Bernie, Max places a boot directly on a couch cushion and steps up on it -- thank goodness Megan's not around -- and settles on the sofa back behind her, one leg on either side of Bernie's shoulders. "You got what the stuff that I want, Little Mama."

Matt seems poised to continue in 'teaching mode' but cuts off when his oh-so-elegantly coiffured 'do is ruffled by a stranger.

"An' me wifout my Aqua-Net Extra-Hold," Bernie murmurs as she rummages. "I dunno," she responds to Alicia, "House arrest sucks in gen'ral. But 'least there's lotsa people here..." Finally, and rather triumphantly, she pulls something from the bag, and lifts it up to hand to the other Raggie behind and above her. It appears to be an Etch-A-Sketch, about 5 by 7 inches, and, the unusual bit, it's made of shiny gold plastic, with black knobs. Bernie grins, glancing upward as she offers it.

Max reaches out to take the Etch-a-Sketch with an amusingly bemused expression. "Shit, Ice.." Max begins, but quickly becomes distracted with the gaudy toy.

Alicia quirks a brow upwards at the other's antics and tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear. Leaning back, she closes her eyes, relaxing into the cushions of the couch.

Matt looks up, patiently, above Bernie to Max. "Matt Fulton, Fianna, Philodox, cub." He leans over a bit to offer a hand.

Max slowly drags her gaze up and away from the toy to regard Matt once again. She pointedly looks at the extended hand, then draws the Etch-a-sketch in toward her midriff before answering. "Yo, Lucky-Charm-Boy. I's Max. Boner, Basher 'n puppy." Finally, if the hand remains, she leans forward and slaps the Fianna cub's palm, her voice drifting to a falsetto register. "Wazzzzzzzzup?"

Matt thinks for a moment. "Wait, Oi remember you, I fink. From the Moot. Lucky-Charm-Boy?" He takes the hand back after receiving the smack, raising an eyebrow.

Bernie looks pleased at the gift's reception, and relaxes back into the cushions to watch the introductions with amusement. As the two talk, she idly toys with the shoelaces sitting right in her field of vision.

Alicia continues to remain silent, off in her own little Galliard's world as the three converse.

Max sways back behind Bernie and sets the gift on the sofa back beside her, leaving one hand atop it. "Yeah?" she answers in response to Matt's first statement. She doesn't seem interested in elaboration, however. There's a large portion of trust handed to her tribesmate as shoelaces are toyed-with. Max continues to regard Matt measuringly. "You gotta hard-on for rules 'n shit?"

Matt shrugs. "Not particularly, Better ta know 'em, though, particularly if you want ta get around 'em. And quizzing me on the Litany keeps me ready steady for me Rite."

"He's a 'dox," Bernie points out reasonably, in Matt's defense, "he's s'posta keep track of those things, right?" She unties the bow, and reties it, for no particular reason other than it's sitting right there. She nods at his comment, agreeing, "Yeah, 's safer t' bend rules 'n break 'em usually, 'least if you get caught..." A slight grin, "maybe you oughta make some flashcards."

Max gives Matt a spurious look. "You think your rite's gonna be some kinda spelling-bee-on-crack-'n-oh-yeah-you-boffin-any-furries?" There's something thoughtful to the question, however. She plays sarcastic cop to Bernie's practical cop, leaning forward to whisper something in Bernie's ear with a grin before looking back to Matt.
You sense Max whispers, "You so rock, Little Mama."

Matt blushs slightly. "No, nuffing so easy. I 'spect ta be put in a situation where Oi 'ave ta make a decision where all the outcomes are bad. Like 'Do this and she dies, do that and the Betrayers learn the location of a caern.' Which is worse? Submission to Those of Higher Station, but what if they're wrong? Do you do the right thing anyway?"

Max's dark eyes spark as she listens to Matt. "Okay, yeah. That's suckful. So how d'ya practice that Tiger-behind-a-door-guarding-Schroedinger's-freakin-box shit?"

Matt shrugs. "Mostly by spending my time at work thinking about fings loike why Alicia got grounded and whevver it was a good idea and the right fing ta do." He pats Alicia on the knee affectionately. "In this case, it was an easy solution, and she'll get plenty of dancing in, between combat practices in the barn."

Max tips her head, looking between Matt and Alicia. "Yeah? What's the hardest thing you's heard 'round here?"

Bernie grins at Max, and then just listens for a little, not having heard a whole lot about rites of passage as yet.

Matt tilts his head back, resting it over the edge of the sofa as he thinks for a moment. "Worst fing Oi 'eard? Bit of a poser, that. Desiree died on her Rite, more than once, though Oi never understood that bit when she tried ta explain it. Eventually died more times than not, Oi reckon. And toughest decision?" He thinks a bit longer. "Dunno. Oi 'eard they 'ad ta kill the local Sheriff, even though 'e was Kin. Kept threatening the Veil. Dumb as twelve stone, as Oi 'eard it."

Alicia continues to listen to them with mild interest, one knee pulled to her chest.

Max frowns a bit, her brow furrowing as she listens to the first. The second gets a slight dip of her chin. "Yeah, I heard that shit. Fucked up the ass, sounds like. "Sucks t'be kin." She falsetto's again. "Fuck me, baby. Then shred me, too." She shrugs, then adds in her own tone. "I ain't heard nothin' cept Veil-veil-veil 'bout that, though."

"What was he gonna do?" Bernie asks, "Call th' Weekly World News?"

Max notes after a moment, looking to the back of Bernie's head. "I got this kin I gotta show you, chica. He rocks the casbah."

Bernie leans back, looking up at Max, "Yeah? Whozat then?"

Max converses easily enough with Bernie despite the fact that it's upside down. "He drives a cab 'n shit. When you blow, I'll show you his place."

Matt shrugs. "Not sure. Sounded ta me more loike 'e kept blundering inta trouble and stirrin' it up. Got the Righ totally arsed."

Bernie blinks, twice, pausing a moment. "...he by any chance named Marcus, I don't s'pose?" she queries, arching a brow.

Alicia blinks a bit and glances upwards at that name. "Marcus? Cab driver? Kin? Hey.. I know a Marcus Cab driver in the city..."

Max looks back to Matt. "I ain't hangin' near Kahuna-rhya when he's pissed. Ain't no way, 'less he's steppin' 'tween me 'n some Herpes-demon-eatin-flowers-n-nature." Max looks, startled, at Bernie. "Shit mama, you got eyes in, like the back o' /my/ freakin' head."

Matt trails off, bemused by the turn in conversation. He sighs, shaking his head slightly.

Bernie laughs. "Kickass!" she exclaims, "an' yeah, I'm y'r own pers'nal psychic pal... nah, I di'n' know he was kin... I ran inta him in th' park th' other day an' we talked an' stuff. Nice guy. So that's cool 'n' all! Good t' know."

Max finally looks from Bernie, grinning, to Alicia. "Shit, Go gets a-fucking-round."

Alicia nods her head a bit and shrugs. "He lived in the same apartment complex ah'was kicking at. Thats how ah'met him. He is really cool." She shrugs once more, then pushes herself out of the couch.

Matt mutters. "Oi ned ta get out more."

Bernie stifles a yawn, and squeaks. "'scuse me. Think I'm gettin' tired. 's only, what, like 12:30? Sad..."

Max folds her arms and settles them lightly across the back of Bernie's shoulders and murmurs mildly, almost into Bernie's hair. "Yeah, someone shreds on /him/ 'n they's gonna find themselves burnin' hot."

Bernie nods a bit, leaning forward slightly with the pressure. Glancing at Matt, she remarks, "I'm thinkin' I might take advantage of th' Bohemian Dec'dence again, if y'all don' mind..."

Matt yawns, hugely. "Oi. Yer quite welcome to it. Oi'll be sure not ta step on ye when Oi go ta work in the morning." He winks.

Alicia wiggles her fingers to them and heads to the stairs. "G'night guys. Sleep well."

Matt says "And you.""

Bernie grins, pushing up from the cushion, and nods to Matt, "Good thing too. I might be squishy but I'm not quite THAT resilient..." he slides the bacg back onto her shoulder, and starts to follow Alicia toward the stairs. "G'night, then..."