It is in the middle of the afternoon and Justin is currently roaming the large stacks of trash in his yard. He currently has a radio in his hands and he is fiddling with some of the wires in the back of it, twisting them about. A screw driver sticks out of his mouth from between his teeth.

As is not infrequently the case when Felix shows up here, he's singing something, although admittedly it's not usually Angels We Have Heard on High. Equally not-infrequently, he's got a drink in one hand, although it's more usually a coke bottle than a quart carton of eggnog. He would appear to be in the holiday spirit, if not the holiday spirits. "...in excelsis de-e--Yo, Justin!" he greets, heading in that direction, "Found you."

Glancing upwards, Justin ties off another set of wires which causes a spark. Dropping the device to the ground and sucking on his finger, he waves with his free hand. "Whaddup dude?". He ambles over to meet him, kicking the radio along at his feet.

"Nog?" Felix asks, offering the box, and looking down at the well-punished radio, "...what were you tryin' to do?" He looks to Justin again, "Oh, your hero gave us a sort of assignment, by the way. To do with the whole Tower thing."

Justin reaches out and takes the nog, giving a sip off it. "Thane or Bruce Springsteen? I am assuming Thane since The Boss has no clue who I am. What does he want us to do?"

The eggnog probably didn't leave the store as the rum variety, but it is now. "Thane," Felix confirms, "Although Springsteen woulda been awesome. I'll keep an eye out, y'never know. Anyway, they're plannin' a move, which =might= end up with blowin' the place up. ...it ain't plan A so I reckon I shouldn't be rootin' for havin' to do it, but." He tilts his head at Justin, brows raising slightly; surely the Ahroun understands the allure of massive explosions. Even if they =haven't= managed to go test out those pipe bombs yet. "So, if they DO do it, there's gotta be a scapegoat, for the mortal authorities an' also for whatever Wyrmy shitheads are in charge of this. Thane reckons some other Wyrm group'd be ideal, and can we find a nice frameable one?"

Rubbing at his chin, Justin squints his eyes a bit. "That may be hard, you know? I would assume all the Wyrmy types are on the same page. We'd need to know some common enemies they have on the outside, so that we can .. uh ... manipulate the situation a bit in our favor.". He pauses for a moment, then grins. "... But you know... those fucking vampires who rolled in here ..."

Felix grins, stretching. "Yeah, if they're still hangin' around, they could be a damn good possibility. There's gotta be some way to make a believable case for why they'd attack 'em, right? I mean, human side I reckon all we'd hafta do is make it look like they're against whatever it is they're officially doin' in that place, but the other part's maybe trickier. An' we'd hafta find where they are again. But if we can do that..."

"We take out a vampire solo, make it look like a Spiral job. Plant some evidence on the body and nudge them in the right direction. Really mutilate the corpse, drop a spray painted spiral glyph on his chest. Take a shit on it or something.". Justin says as he leans against a heap of trash that sags with his weight.

Felix laughs, reclaiming his eggnog and having a drink as he wanders over to one of the nearest (and luckily, sturdier) piles of stuff and starts absently climbing up it, poking at various items as he goes. "I like it, though that kinda seems more like it'd get the vampires actually attackin' them. Which I definitely ain't against in principle." He picks up a strangely shaped metal object, turning it over in his hand and then tossing it aside. "There's somethin'... how's whoever's runnin' the Spirals an' whoever else in the tower gonna know the vampires're pissed though? Here's what I'm thinkin'... we find the leeches, first off. If they're still around, or hell, if any others are, we track 'em down. Then we can go tell Thane, hey, we found a potential, an' see if that plan fits with what he's got in mind."

"Exactly. Hell, have Oh No shape shift into a Spiral dancer and be seen fleeing the scene towards the Tower. Let the vampires get eyes on him doing so." Justin points out with a grin. "That is a sweet prank. Vampires will get fucking pissed off and will plan out an attack in return against them. Maybe draw them out. Look at it that way. We can start a street fight with them both, then we pick off the winner.". Justin plucks out a broken electronic game handset and flips it over, then takes off the battery cover to inspect.

"That would be awesome," Felix agrees, "an' yeah, that's a sweet-ass prank. Plus, they do wanna draw 'em out, ideally. Which'd lower the odds of boom, but hey. So first... how we gonna find 'em? Weren't havin' too much luck before, after all. But there's gotta be shit we ain't tried." He wanders over the top of the pile and downward along toward another hump of it, out of sight.

"We suck it up and get Briari involved.". Justin says as he works the batteries out and lobs them to the side, then starts to open it with his small Phillips. "She is our master tracker, right? We hit the streets hard, we get a name of that crazy pastor. She can chase down anyone with just a name, or even a nick name. All we need is a name, man."

Felix sighs from the other side of the mound. "Raggies get some sweet talents, man," he says, which sounds like an agreement, even if it's not an ecstatic one. "Just a name or nickname, huh? Gotta be a nickname he'd respond to, I'm guessin', so we can't just use 'crazy pastor', yeah?" There's the sound of various things getting poked at and tossed around back there.

"I doubt it, but Father something something is probably one we can go on. We just need to find out where they set up shop next.". Justin takes out the LCD panel of the toy carefully, then slips it into his pocket and lobs the rest to the pile.

"If we got the name of the congregation, reckon she could find that? Maybe he was usin' it in the crazytalk," Felix muses, "'case no one got his name." There's a pause, and then some more intentional-sounding rummaging than before.

"So, we got something to think about. What else is going on?". Justin asks as he hops off his stack, then peers over to the Gallliard. "I hope you are not messing up my piles!"

Felix doesn't appear to be messing them up TOO badly, at least -- nothing's getting tossed all that far away from where it got picked up. The eggnog carton's been set down in a divot between a couple items while he looks. "Justin," he says, straightening up with an armload of somewhat bedraggled fake-christmas-tree branches, "Justin. You got your weldin' shit? An' any more of these around here? Preferably lots an', I dunno, a big pole or somethin'?" Any further things-going-on can wait, it would seem.

"Uh, not on me but I got it at the office. Why? You want to build a metal Christmas tree in the library?" Justin asks as he gives a can a kick along the ground with his sneaker.

"Well, we ain't got one," Felix points out, "...an' the branches look like they're all metal with plastic on 'em, so, yeah! Big-ass one, 'cause that place's huge. If we just made it normal size, y'know, six foot or somethin', it'd look like some Charlie Brown shit." He glances around for any more branches from the current set he may have missed, but doesn't spot any. "Maybe if we can't find enough branches the inside part on the bottom can be just plain metal, ain't like you ever see the inside bottom of a Christmas tree anyhow."

"Definitely would look like shit." Justin agrees with a cheeky grin. "But I'm cool with a shitty metal tree in the library." He rocks back and forth on his feet. "Or we can just steal a real tree too."

"It'd look good if we got enough branches," Felix says, "...plus, ain't like it wouldn't have decorations an' stuff. But sure, we could just steal a real tree. If we find one big enough. They die, though, that's annoyin'." He considers a moment, then suggests brightly, "Or we could do both!"

"We can do whatever you want, I'm cool with either. I think it'd be fun." Justin gives a loud yawn as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand. "Watcher been rumbling about challenging for Fostern. How 'bout you?"

"Think which one'd be fun?" Felix asks, and takes another glance around for further branches, gaze shifting back to Justin at that last news. "Aw, shit. Really?" He sighs, rolling his eyes skyward briefly. "S'pose I prolly better get around to it, then, I guess. Start gettin' all weird, otherwise."

"Yeah, probably. Who you gonna challenge you think?" Justin asks as he slips his hands into his pockets. "And I think both would be fine. Real tree and fake tree."

Felix grins again at the answer, adjusting his hold on the branches so he can pick the eggnog back up. "Awesome. Both, then. You know if you got any more of these around, good pole for the center? Wonder where else I could get holda s'more..." He takes another drink, then offers it in Justin's direction again while he considers. "Dunno. Ain't swimmin' in Fostern Galliards 'round here. Charlene, think she's the only one I know. So I s'pose I could try 'n' track her down. Otherwise... dunno."

"Could challenge me." Justin says as he shrugs his shoulders upwards. "I'm sure it will be frowned upon but we're coyotes who are not real honorable, right? So, I don't care if someone frowns or not."

Felix pauses, eyeing the Ahroun. "...true," he says slowly, "an' it ain't like I'm drippin' in other options. I dunno, though. I'll think about it." He finishes off the eggnog, crumpling the carton enough to get it in his jacket pocket, and starts over the pile with his load of faux-pine.

"Pfff, you insult me by 'thinking about it'.' Like I'm not good enough for you to challenge." Justin says with a grin on his face towards him, then gives an indignant sniff, followed by a stick of gum popped into his mouth to chew upon.

Felix ffts right back. "You know that ain't it. If you were a Galliard, I'd prolly just go for it, what the fuck. But, y'know. If I gotta actually do it, I don't want people thinkin' I only made it 'cause we're pack or some shit like that. But then again, like I said, ain't spoilt for choice, so. Thinkin'."