Often Felix might be wandering back in at 6am on a Saturday morning, but presumably Lilah managed to keep him home again last night, since currently he's flopped on the couch in just his jeans, eating a bowl of cereal, drinking a beer, and watching cartoons on the old TV set. There's more food in the kitchen area than there was yesterday, including a pink cake box on the counter.

Heading downstairs is Justin with a tired look upon his face. Scrubbing his face with his hand, he ambles over to his beanbag and flops down into it with a sigh. "Yo." He calls over with a loud yawn. "What's on the TV?"

"Yo," Felix replies, "...Babar. Ain't much on 'bout now." He seems still a little drowsy himself, though less than his packmate. "You sleep shitty or just ain't quite up yet?"

"Eh. A little bit of both. Couldn't sleep so I went umbra running last night about the territory." Justin says with a stretch, then sinks down lower on to the couch. "Hung out with Oh No for a bit. Talked about some pranks to pull on the Sept. He has an idea that will probably get us all killed."

Felix laughs around a bite of cereal. "Shoulda checked if I was up. Went roof-runnin' a while," he says, "...also around the territory, mostly. Mighta been we overlapped. 's fun, though, feel like the fuckin' Batman. So what's the mighty 'yote got in mind? Which reminds me, check it." He lifts a hand, bending his middle finger to press against the index, that and the thumb creating a flat 'c' shape, ring finger and pinky extended; with a touch of imagination, it could be seen as a coyote's head. Or about as close as a hand sign's likely to get.

"Huh, we got ourselves a gang sign now?" Justin says as he mimics the motion with his fingers. "And, so he was thinking of uh ... using his shape shifting powers to turn into Thane and start giving out some ... ridiculous orders to the Sept during the next moot. See how long it takes until someone figures it out."

The mimicry gets a grin, and a, "Not bad. An' yeah, I got bored, so why not? Ain't like it'd mean anything to anyone 'round here if I claimed South." Felix shrugs, and tilts his head at the rest. "Didn't Watcher suggest somethin' like that yesterday? Was he spyin' on us? 'cause if so, he got any thoughts on the rave thing while he's at it? ...but yeah, it'd be hilarious, an' yeah, I reckon folks'd be pissed. But if the idea's gettin' folks not to take shit quite so serious all the time..."

"Yeah, Watcher said something about that and Oh No agrees on the idea. He just wants to take it to another level. He wants to see if he can order Salem to dance in front of everyone. Something sexy like. I told him that he should do something else, but he's hell bent on this dancing thing." Justin shrugs his shoulders upwards. "I'm sure we can all come to a compromise. But, he is down with the tower prank, definitely. He also suggested that we should blast It's Raining Men during the party. It's his favorite song."

Felix laughs again at the song suggestion. "Yeah, a'right, I think we can prolly arrange that if we can arrange anythin'." A sip of the beer, his brow furrowing. "The Salem thing... Okay, the mental image is fuckin' hilarious, but I ain't sure that's a great idea. Which ain't somethin' I say a whole lot. But I remember the look on his face when he came with Mouse for her to challenge Thane, an' the one when Thane won again. I'm thinkin' that might be kinda lightin' a powder keg. An' much as I like things blowin' up..." He trails off, giving the Ahroun a sidelong look. "Plus, it's kinda one-person-directed, an' it ain't like either of 'em's been bein' shitty, neither. What if... what if he made =everyone= dance instead? Or get everyone havin' to basically play Simon Says, or both. Claim it's a Rite, start out kinda believable stuff an' move on to sexy dancin' an' shit? Plus, doin' that, we could help get it goin'. Be the shills to get the marks playin' along."

"Ha. Now that'd be fucking hilarious. We can call it the Rite of Unification or something. We have to as a group work together and be in perfect sync with each other for at least ten minutes. If we can follow instruction perfectly, then we will be granted with a vision of some great importance that will help us out." Justin says as he makes it up on the spot with a twirl of his finger in the air. We gotta do it early enough before Thane gets there if possible, or maybe distract him long enough to pull it off."

"Perfect! Rite of Unification. Maybe we just aim for five minutes, give us some more leeway, but on the other hand, we don't GOTTA actually say how long it's gonna take at all. An' given how many tribes we got in the Sept, how much shit people've been through between an' with each other, far's I can see... it makes sense. Wouldn't fuckin' hurt if it actually did remind people we're all on the same side an' gotta work together an' shit." Which is absolutely not a rationalization at all, nope. But arguably a decent one! Felix drinks the milk out of the bowl and sets the dish down on the floor, sprawling a bit more on the couch. "So the big question is, how do we make sure Thane's late enough? 'cause startin' early might seem weird, plus folks might not be there yet. ...not to mention mostly he's the first one there, far's I can tell. It'll need somethin'."

"So, we cause a distraction. We can have Watcher lead him out deep into the woods, say he saw something concerning. Hell, we could build a scarecrow out there or something, put a sign around it's neck that said: Gotcha." Justin laughs as he searches about his beanbag to find a magazine, then pulls it over to flip through it. "If all need is five minutes, then having him out a few miles away should be enough time. Give us thirty minutes of leeway."

Felix nods. "That'd prolly work," he muses, "Just gotta get the timin' right." Another nod, as if this is now settled. "Next moot, new moon? We gotta make sure he does get back, though, 'cause he prolly oughta be there when I do the whole reportin' kinda thing." Another laugh, sudden, "We could bring a hidden boom box or something, kick on It's Rainin' Men when it gets properly dance-y. I mean, okay, weaver tool, but Sept Compound ain't actually the =caern=..." He leans a bit to try to see what kind of magazine Justin's scanning.

"I dunno, better not risk bringing technology out there that deep. Don't wanna piss off any of the more conservative types. We could just clap our hands and stomp our feet or something." Justin chuckles as he gives another flip of the page in a car magazine. Nothing too exciting. "Just know Thane is going to be fucking mad at us, and probably bring violence our way."

"Yeah, prolly," Felix sighs about the conservatives, "...Brom almost tried to take my head off for smokin'. That ain't even last-century tech." He rolls his eyes, and absently checks his jeans pocket for his smokes, where they are not. "...how pissed you reckon Thane'll get? Pretty sure I ain't seen him really torqued yet, an' he's harder to read'n some. Prolly kick our asses an' be over it, or stay mad?" He swirls the beer to check the level, and drains what remains, tossing the empty at his abandoned bowl. It bounces in, then out. "I gotta still be able to talk after. Got reportin' to do."

"Oh man. I seen him super torqued already. We were in the city once and he saw Ghost for the first time. He went from zero to ten and nearly killed her. Dude was like in a full bad ass combat mode. That and he /did/ beat the shit outta both Jacinta and Mouse in back to back days." Justin points out. "He's going to be super mad because you know how territorial hummingbird is as well. I mean, will it be worth it? Yes. Will he probably hurt us badly? Definitely."

Felix considers. "Well, I already broke my previous not-gettin'-my-ass-kicked-by-elders record by like... half a year or somethin'," he decides, shrugging philosophically. "But I wasn't askin' if he COULD kick our asses, I was askin' if he'll be over it after. Right now he puts up with us, more or less likes us, far's I can see. Like I said, he ain't an easy read. This ain't violatin' their territory though, is it?"

"Yeah, he'll get over it. Will just be sore at us for awhile. One of us should learn the apology rite or something for these situations." Justin lobs the magazine over to him with a grin.

Felix catches the magazine in a crinkly flurry of pages, with a light snort, "Yeah -- I know that one. Prolly oughta teach you guys, try that Boy Scout Be Prepared shit." He takes his turn to flip through the magazine, checking out the photos but not stopping to read any articles. "We can get him an apology gift or somethin'. Cheeseburger. Bottle of wine." A glance toward the pink box in the kitchen, and back to the magazine, one corner of his mouth twitching up slightly, "Cake, maybe. Everyone likes cake."

"Yeah, I need to learn that. You wanna teach it to me now?" Justin says with a grin. "Definitely wine, and I'd go with steak instead of a burger. You know he's more of a steak guy."

"You'd think," Felix says, "but I asked him a while back, you bein' stuck out here an' all, anythin' you want or need brought by? He said a cheeseburger'd be nice. 'There's just no making one like a fast food burger,'" he quotes. "An' sure, what the hell. Actually, apology gift's generally part of it, if you're doin' it real." He glances at a couple more pages of the magazine, then flips it closed and tosses it back to the Ahroun.

"I think with something like this, we should get him a steak, since we're going to be pranking him as well." Justin laughs as he catches the magazine one-handed, then lobs it to the ground. "So, remember those keys that mom sent me? I may have got a lead on where to find the van. Matched a vin number on one a few cities over."

Felix grins, shaking his head. "Yeah, okay, but I ain't the one cookin' it unless he's into shoe-leather or charcoal or somethin'. ...which I ain't sure I wanna know about, if he is." He pushes to his feet, scooping his empty bowl and can, and starts toward the kitchen, stopping short and turning to look at Justin at that last part. "No shit? I =said= might be it was still around somewhere!" he exclaims, and could hardly look more pleased about it if it were his own car. Well. MAYBE then. "So you know where, then? We oughta go check it out."

"Yeah, we should roll on over at some point and check it out." Justin says with a bob of his head. "Maybe we can do it tomorrow seeing how it's Easter and roads should be pretty clear." He taps his fingers together a few times.

"Prolly won't be much of anyone around it to bug us, neither," Felix agrees, turning to head toward the kitchen again. "Plan, then. Ain't you gonna have breakfast? Most important meal of the day, I got it on good authority." Can and bowl are both dealt with, and a fresh can pulled from the fridge, though he reconsiders and puts it back, pulling out a Coke bottle from the lowest shelf instead, then bumping the door shut as he turns to regard Justin again.

"Breakfast? Nah. I hardly eat breakfast. I always hold off till' lunch. I'm usually asleep around this time anyways." Justin says as he gives another long stretch of his body, then pops up to his feet. "But, I guess we could hit up Mickey D's or something. I'm in the mood for hash browns and McMuffins."

Felix currently has neither shoes nor shirt and thus is likely to be given no service. It's also still damn cold outside. Felix stares expressionlessly at Justin for a second or two, then glances at the fridge next to him, the currently not-empty cupboard-shelves, and the bakery box on the mahogany counter before giving the ceiling a brief, beseeching look. "I'll get my coat," he says, opening his drink and having a good swig as he starts for the stairs.