When Justin is not at the Library, or Edgewood, there is a good chance that he may be at the junkyard where he currently quasi lives at. After completing his rite of passage and finding the owner murdered, he has pretended to be the old man's son and has been signing paperwork here and there. At some point his marvelous plan will be caught, but for now, he has slipped under the radar. Currently sprawled out on a lawn chair between two heaps of garbage that looks to be piled of old auto parts, the Gnawer is watching TV via a long extension cable that leads back to the office. The TV is propped up and angled awkwardly, and he has a DVD player attached to it. Today's feature is Patrick Swayze's RoadHouse.

It definitely counts as business hours, which is good, because that saves Felix from potentially deciding yes, he's willing to climb over some barbed wire today. "Juuuuuuuustin!" he half-sings, spotting his packmate and strolling in that direction. He eyes the movie, glances the auto parts over, and yanks over the bottom part of an old car seat that's seen much, much better days to flop down on. "'sup?" he asks, taking a drink from the Coke can he's carrying.

"Road House." Justin says as he points towards Mister Swayze kicking a guy in the chest during a bar brawl. "Rest in peace mah niggah." He leans back and tucks his arms behind his head. "Just thought I would get some TV in, soak up a bit of the sun. You?"

"Got bored," Felix says cheerfully, gesturing vaguely with the can, "...went out an' did some shit, got bored again, wondered what you were up to, figured if you weren't here 'least I could still do some pokin' around at shit." He watches the fighting with a nod of approval. "Good idea, anyway, prolly ain't gonna be so much sun to soak up pretty soon now, huh?"

"Not, not really. I figure if I am going to be a beaner I need to soak up as much tan as I can before the winter fades me out." Justin says as he shifts his his jaw, then digs into his pocket of his shorts and pulls out some gummy worms, offering the pack over to his friend. "Sorry you got bored. Just not much going on and the moon is getting thin. Shit is gonna be boring for a few more weeks."

Felix laughs, and accepts the candy, offering Justin his drink in return. "Thanks. An' don't worry, I get bored pretty easy. An' I fuckin' hate being bored, so I just go do somethin' about it. On the upside I also ain't all that hard to entertain, so I can pretty much always find =somethin'=." He sounds fairly comfortable with that state of affairs, though there may be a sense other people have historically been less so. And that he's fairly comfortable with that as well. "We oughta go preacher-huntin' once it gets dark, or somethin'. If we don't find him, might at least find somethin' else interestin'."

Justin nods his head. "Tonight then, we will snag Benny and Watcher and head out and go preacher hunting. Since we got a lead on an area we should start there. Far as I know, no one is reporting any bums missing, so either no one is ratting each other out or it could be nothing." He shifts his jaw a bit as he stares up at the sky. "I want to nip this in the ass now rather than later."

"That's what I was thinkin'," Felix says, nodding and biting a gummy worm right on the border between two colours. The can doesn't entirely smell like Coke; it's about half-full, and about half whiskey, as well. "People not bein' grabbed's good, but I hope it ain't nothin'. Best lead still, right?"

"Best and only lead. Just kinda curious that they throw down with us, then go quiet." Justin says as he shifts his jaw in thought. "I figured they would at least keep up with their antics. Either way, their days are numbered. If I do hit Fostern, I am hoping to pick out a bad ass gift from a spirit that can help us in combat a bit more. Especially in the Umbra. I also think it would do us some good to find a hot spot and flush it out that is within our skill-set." He pops a gummy worm into his mouth, then takes a sip off the can. "Make small victories, show a bit of impact to the bigger dogs. I want us all to rank up."

Felix finishes off the worm, then lifts another and dangles it to see the light through the translucent candy before he drops it into his mouth. "You will," he assures the Ahroun with no apparent doubt, "...you got somethin' particular in mind? Giftwise, I mean? An' you're right, it is kinda weird..." He considers. "Maybe they got some other place to do shit, but they only got that one other place an' they're more worried about that one gettin' found than they were about the first one, especially now they know we're onto 'em?"

Justin rubs his nose with his hand. "There is a gift that Ahrouns can learn called Shield of Rage. I heard about it from Thane. Essentially it allows the beast inside to become more formidable against spirits during combat. You take less damage from them because you are too much of a bad ass."

"Well, that's pretty cool," Felix decides, reaching over to try and reclaim his drink, "Seems appropriate, too. D'you hurt them more too, or is it specifically them hurtin' you less?"

Justin shakes his head. "Don't hurt them more, no. Just means I take less hurty from them, which is good because I do not have a strong attunement to the spirit like Watcher does. Us apes get the shit end of that stick. I can tell with how I slip in and out of the Umbra. He is like butter, where I am like syrup."

Felix gives a small laugh. "I'm like molasses or some shit, I guess. Kinda sucks, actually. Someday I'll figure out how you get better at that. ...I hope it ain't somethin' like meditatin', though."

Justin gives a grin. "I think a lot of it is spending more time in the Umbra, preferably the Wyld parts and really soaking up the purity of Gaia. Hanging out in the Umbra maybe near the Caern."

Felix gives this some consideration. "...yeah, you're prolly right. Lotsa... purity soaking." He smirks faintly, and shakes his head. "Well, maybe I'll start tryin' to fit it in more, I guess. Suck if we get in some kinda somethin' an' it goes wrong 'cause I ain't spiritual enough."

"That is why we should designate Watcher as our anchor as he has the more strongest link to Gaia. He can lead us in and out of the Umbra." Justin says with a nod of his head. "It makes sense strategically. If we are solo, then we just need to keep our fingers cross. The shitty the city, the more thicker the gauntlet."

"Yeah, I know. 'fore I got here, there was a couple places I tried it that were just, 'nope.' Place I was mostly livin', for one." Felix says, "An' I did notice we get through a lot easier with Watcher leadin' than I ever do alone."

Nodding his head, Justin looks amused for a moment in thought. After a few more quiet minutes of watching Road House, he asks, "How do you feel about last night?"

Felix seems content enough to watch the movie, eat gummy worms, and get through a bit more of his drink, for those minutes, and glances to Justin again at the question. "...honestly?" he asks after giving it a second of consideration, "Unsettled, I guess. Feels weird, like I dunno where we all stand really. Figure y'all'll sort it out, though. That thing with Watcher, that a past life of his?"

Justin nods his head slightly. "Yeah. He has a Nuwisha inside of his head. A real classic prankster and old school wizard." Rubbing his nose, he says, "I am unsettled also. Kinda feel like Benny joined the pack for five minutes and already stirring the shit up. Watcher and I created this pack to be pretty loose and easy, but we still need a voice. I like the guy and all but I don't think I'd feel comfortable with him pulling the trigger on life and death decisions just yet. I still have no clue what he's like as a theurge so there is that question mark as well. If he wants Alpha or Beta, I'd like to see what he is capable of first." His shoulders rock backwards some.

"...well, that's cool," Felix says, "Makes sense, I reckon." He nods slightly to Justin's reply about the challenging, looking thoughtful again. "Well, he had a pretty okay plan when we were at that shack, I guess," he says, "...me an' Fred were pretty much just gonna go right in an' kill things. I mean, I did at least try an' get a look in the windows, but, yeah. Benny was like 'yeah, so... plan, maybe?' and I asked, well, d'you have one? an' he suggested him comin' in from the top instead of all of three of us headin' in the door. So that's =a= thing at least. I dunno whatever theurgically, 'cept what Rites he knows since we happened to talk 'bout that the other day. Couldn't hurt seein' more stuff. So... you got any plans yet for findin' a Thing?"

Justin shrugs his shoulders. "Watcher's roommate in his head is not apart of the pack and she can't speak for him." There is a small snort from his lips. "I didn't agree to it and I don't have to. Right now the mission is to take out the vampires, not run around and play silly games to see who the big dog is. It's already been settled. It's me and if Benny doesn't like it he can suck it with those 'sugar lips' of his. Henry was Alpha because we drew playing cards and he had the highest card when we were trying to go for Lady Luck. The minute we got Coyote you could tell he wasn't in it to win it and I have been calling the shots the entire time. I was the one who kicked out Fitz to protect the pack. I led three combat skirmishes and came out successful each time. Not Henry. Not Benny. Not anyone else. I know we aren't a combat pack but I've kept us safe and that's just the way it is. Unless I die or someone can prove to me they are better, then I ain't stepping down."

Felix grins, and stretches. "Like I said before, I reckon you been actual-Alpha at least as long as I've been 'round here, an' I got no problem with that goin' official," he says. "Seems to me you been doin' a fine job. Bein' honest, I do reckon they got a point that it makes sense leadership challenges in this pack bein' based more on cunnin' than combat. An' generally I'd say sure, ignore that whole other thing, but it bein' a Nuwisha past life an' us bein' a Coyote pack, I dunno, might bear more thinkin' about than otherwise." He glances skyward. "...I still think there's an argument for choosin' combat sometimes actually bein' the cunnin' choice. I don't much like it bein' for tradition, though. 'cause like you say, we ain't a combat pack. An' traditions ain't much for takin' circumstances into account." Looking back to Justin, "Far as I'm concerned, any kinda pending challenges or not aside, you're Alpha. Wouldn't expect or want you steppin' down."

Giving a nod of his head, Justin gives his friend a bump on the shoulder with his fist. "I appreciate the vote of confidence bro. If Watcher was to step down I'd like to see you step up. As much as I love pranks and being cunning, deep down when you get to the meat of it all, you still need to be responsible and level headed when it comes down to the important shit. Benny is good people but I just need to feel him out more and figure him out. I don't know him well enough just yet."

The bump gets another grin, and a bit farther through, Felix laughs. "Y'know, if puttin' those sentences next to each other's implyin' I'm responsible an' level-headed, I reckon you'd prolly be the first person to accuse me of that," he says, amused. "...if Watcher was to step down, I might, yeah. I think I been an okay Beta before, so I reckon I could again. Thought about it before, some, but I ain't really feelin' a need." A small shrug. "...so, how're you handlin' the challenge thing, you decided?"

"I'm handling it just fine. Just another job to do. Go big or go home I guess. I'm not worried. If I die, I die and then I finally have something in common with my dad, which is we both died cliath." Justin pops another gummy worm into his mouth and chomps on the wiggly green and red goo. "I wonder if I can talk Bella into making out with me before I go on it." He wheezes out a laugh.

"You already got shit in common with him; you're both Gnawer Ahrouns, right? So skip addin' that one," Felix suggests with a crooked smile, taking another drink from his can and then offering the last couple swallows over to Justin, if he wants them. "That said, I totally endorse tryin' to get Bella to make out with you before you go." The usual grin, though it fades somewhat as he continues, "'s not the one I meant, though. Everythin' else aside, Benny =did= challenge. An' seems to me you got choices for how things'll go down, so, I wondered." He half-smiles, "Kinda considerations that make me glad I ain't Alpha."

"Not sure how he is challenging when I don't know what actually he's done here. Would be nice that he told us he was challenging someone, and would be nice if he gave us a list of his deeds. If he is challenging for Fostern as a Theurge, I'd assume he did some spirity shit." Justin lets out a long sigh. "Though I do know he is hanging out with Dakota now so maybe she is taking him under her wing." Rubbing a hand across his face, he mutters, "Now I wonder if I'm being a dick."

Felix pinches a gummy worm on each end and pulls to see just how far it'll stretch before it snaps. "Also not the challenge I meant. I dunno his deeds either, but I s'pose we could ask. I know he said he challenged Sera the Strider Theurge, though, an' he's been studyin' Rites with her." Pang goes the worm, and he pops one half into his mouth. "...startin' to wonder if I oughta make everyone sit down an' tell me why they're awesome so I can pass it around a bit when it shows up relevant. Feels like not enough of us know enough about the shit people're up to." He looks to Justin, "An' I dunno. Though take into consideration the fact that I absolutely admit to bein' a dick at times an' I never claimed I was gonna give it up. So. I know you ain't =just= bein' a dick; it's valid shit to wanna know, especially if shit's maybe ridin' on it. Don't blame you for takin' it kinda personal, neither, 'cause I reckon there's no real way not to, with leadership challenges. But workin' out how much of what's what, fuck if I can tell from out here."

"Yeah, just that this pack is 'my' baby, you know? I put it together. I recruited the members. I live and breathe this pack, and then this guy joins up and suddenly is throwing shade. I just feel it's a bit fucked up." Justin says as he flicks another gummy into his mouth. "You'd think he'd give me some respect instead of gunning for my job five minutes after joining."

Felix eats the second half of the worm, and reaches over to clap Justin on the shoulder. "Yeah, I know; it's your pack maybe more'n anyone's, you started it an' been mostly runnin' it, I've =seen= you recruitin'," a small grin, there, "...an' I reckon no one ever likes the new guy gettin' critical. Ain't been helpin' Freddy make friends an' influence people, for example." He picks up the can and drains the last of it, tucking the empty into his jacket pocket. "If I'm gonna be comfortable followin' someone, I gotta believe they're better at shit I think's important for leadin' than I am. Like, I can follow you, sure. Ain't followin' Freddy, 'cause so far I just seen him do what I'd do. 'cept dance. I guess I could see someone needin' real direct proof to be really okay, an' maybe that'd be a reason to challenge someone early. But..." He trails off, and shrugs. "I reckon I'd be less'n thrilled too, if I was you."

"Freddy is good people, he just needs some un-brainwashing from the shit he went through back home. But if he did join, you can believe he'd back me over Benny." Justin says with a cackle. "And Watcher does as well. Majority rules in my opinion. If I was real cunning I'd say we put it to a vote Survivor style and write names down and stick it in a cup and pull them out." Giving a sniff of the air, he rubs a hand along the back of his nose. "I still wish we could find a ragabash. Fucking Winter is giving me crap about coyote. Everyone gives me crap about coyote. I've had at least six Garou tell me they would not join because of it, Garou that I felt would be solid peeps for us."

"Didn't say he wasn't. Said he ain't got what'd make me trust followin' him, or at least ain't shown it yet," Felix says, shrugging again. "Anyway. 'm sorry people don't got the balls to handle bein' in a Coyote pack. 's too bad. I dunno, I woulda expected Raggies to be easier to convince than the rest of us, considerin'. Maybe if you could get Winter to do, like, joint ops kinda shit, he'll get to know us an' vice versa an' get over himself. I mean his issue with Coyote." Very slight smirk. "An' if not, hey, we in practice got a raggie for those times at least."