Sepdet shakes her head slightly. "No, or perhaps I could bring this to you more ..." English fails, and she says simply, "Ma'at. With balance and order. It's probably best if I don't see him." She turns then and moves towards the kitchen.

Seirian's humming continues to filter out from the kitchen, accompanied by the clink of flatware and dishes.

Kaz's attention remains on Sepdet, although she doesn't follow her. "Yeah," she says quietly, almost to herself, "Remind me to ask that question when I'm able to do something about it."

The door opens quietly, probably in deference to the hour, and one curly-haired Gnawer cub slips in, glancing about. Noting the activity, she closes the door less carefully than she opened it, and steps inside. "...hey," she greets the room in general, the hint of worry that was on her face as she entered increasing at the serious feeling in the air. "...'sup? Y'all know 'f 'licia's somewhere 'bout?"

In the back of the house, Sepdet says without preamble, "Cocoa sounds like a good idea." She lifts an eyebrow. "And how are you, singer?"

Kaz, who is still radiating tension from her back as if it were the only thing keeping her upright, turns slowly to look at Bernie. "Alicia." The word is fairly even. "No. Can't say I have. Can't say I could /cope/ with seein' her right now, f'that matter."

In the back of the house, Seirian glances up from the process of making a small sandwich for herself and smiles, a flick of her head tossing curls from her eyes. "Well 'nuff, all thing considered, an' yerself?" She takes great care not to dirty the ring on her left hand as she finishes sandwich-making and sets about cleaning things up.

In the back of the house, Sepdet allows, "The usual number of annoyances." Her eyes fall briefly to the ring. "And some pleasant surprises too. I should say, Galliard. There's some news that needs spreading."

Bernie blinks at that, tilting her head slightly. "...an' here I thought she was 'maginin' shit. She was sayin' she felt like people didn' want her 'round, an' shit. Thought she was jus' gettin' paranoid or somethin'. What's th' deal?" She crosses her arms across her stomach, regarding Kaz.

In the back of the house, Seirian pauses in the process of putting utensils in the sink to be washed, and holds up her left hand, smiling at with an almost beatific fondness. "Tha' there is. Hadn't spread it b'fore, except t' Steven, really. Didn't have an obvious way t' bring it up until this recently passed Valentine's Day." Lowering her hand to the counter, she turns slightly to face Sepdet and leans against it. "It's been quite a few months now, but I, Seirian O'Connor, am quite proudly engaged to one Alec St. Jean. No date set as yet, but I think we've been a bit wrapped up in each other and our lives to set one." The Galliard quietly radiates happiness as she relates this bit of quite personal news.

"What? Fuck, I want her around just fine, although it ain't like I've talked t'her more'n twice." She thumps her foot against the wall. "Mostly, I'd like t'rip /Nevada/ into little pieces. Her, I can deal with her fine when I ain't a steamin' mass of rant."

In the back of the house, Sepdet gets that tripped-up expression like she had some news of her own to share, but Seirian's brings a brighter lift to her smile. "Oh, Ma'at's blessing. No wonder there's such a shine to your singing tonight."

In the back of the house, Seirian chuckles softly, "And here I am spillin' my bit o' news all o'er like a tipped glass of milk, and leave you lookin' as though I left ye the empty carton. I've plenty t' sing 'bout, aye, but I can also listen. What were ye goin' to say, mmm?" Turning back to the sink, she starts water running and reaches for soap and a sponge.

Bernie looks seriously confused now. "...what'd he do? I thought he was off bein' a cowboy or somethin' like that..." She wanders over couchward, and perches on the arm for the moment.

In the back of the house, Sepdet shakes her head. "Rather less pleasant things. I would truly like to be the Harbinger of Minor Delights for a year or two, to balance my past. But then I suppose I would be a fortune cookie."

Kaz jerks her thumb at Sepdet, in the kitchen. "/She/ got a story off've Alicia where Nevada was basically -- well, y'know. Got her int' gang shit. I ain't got a problem with that, but then she goes on an' talks about how she left, so Nev went an'--" she appears to be quoting, here --"Hunted her down, kidnapped her, chained and tortured her, and put a metis in her womb." Voice wry, she says, "It's the chainin' an torturin' part that's gettin' on my nerves."

In the back of the house, Seirian slips into a wry smile at that and scrubs at a table knife vigorously. "Would that we could all be tha' lucky at times. Do share your news, pleasant or not. I've had a minor dearth of anything to share of late, honestly."

There's a silence of quite a few seconds, where the cub is, not to put too fine a point on it, speechless. She blinks several times, and then shakes her head, as if to clear it. "'s not parta th' version she ever tol' -me-," she replies eventually, brow furrowed. "Which, I woulda thought she'd mention, frankly. Maybe 's a misunderstandin'?"

In the back of the house, Sepdet's shoulders set at the discussion going on in the front room, and she snags the kettle as it begins to sing. "A cup?" she asks quietly. "I think this had better wait a minute so they can hear it too."

Bernie's presence in and of itself appears to have calmed Kaz down somewhat. The gaze she fixes on the cub is only about half as intense as the one she fixed on Sepdet, earlier. Given her eyes, though, it may still be somewhat unsettling. "What'd she tell /you/, then?"

In the back of the house, Seirian makes a quick play to keep from dropping the knife and swallows, setting the sponge down and rinsing off the knife. "Mmm, yes, a cup would be good, thank you." Drying her hands on her pants, she reaches for her plate and takes a small nibble off of her late-night meal.

In the back of the house, Sepdet finds two cups, her hands' tremors rather more pronounced than usual, although Seirian's probably noticed it before. She manages to pour the mugs with a minimum of mess, stirs, and waits for them to cool down. "Do you know Cameron?" she asks in a low voice.

In the back of the house, Seirian sets the plate down and holds the nibbled-upon half of sandwich in her right hand. "I know of him, aye. Ne'er actually met the lad m'self, but I try to keep abreast of who's who in the tribe best I can. What of him?" she murmurs softly in response.

In the back of the house, Sepdet says "Good cub you've got there. He needs some practice managing rage, perhaps, or else just rite him quickly so he can get out and start putting his energy to work." She smiles weakly. "Not, of course, that I know what your tribe requires of its cubs, or that Steven would appreciate the advice. But you should look for him, anyway."

In the back of the house, Seirian licks a bit of peanut butter from the corner of her mouth and smiles, "I'll pass th' thought 'long, since Steven's more inclined t' listen to me now, as opposed to the past. I'll keep an eye out for the lad, should certainly meet a good cub personally."

In the back of the house, Sepdet smiles tiredly. "Good. I think you'll find him a source of hope. Would that I had so much to work with for Owl."

Kaz appears to be straining to listen to this, while she watches Bernie.

Bernie does look somewhat unsettled, though the gaze may be the least of it. "...well," she begins, sliding down off the arm of the sofa and into the comfortable cushions in the corner, "...mostly I don' like t' tell other people's stories for 'em, 'cause, y'know. They ain't mine t' tell. But seein' as I'm pretty sure 'licia doesn' wanna be dealin' with handy bite-size chunksa ex-boyfriend...." She makes a face, and sighs slightly. "So, a'ight. Way she told me, she met N'vada when he helped her break outta a juvie school, which she was in for, like, gettin' expelled from her normal school for smokin' or somethin'. An' so she went off with him an' was all in th' gang life for a while, an' then he got 'napped, and then after that, she got 'rrested an' back in juvie, an' she was already pregnant then, an' she got beat up by someone in th' place an' lost th' baby. An' then Kyle," she pauses a second, and adds, "...he's th' guy who got killed when Rotem firsted, 'm pretty sure... anyway, he helped her get outta there 'gain, an' then she ended up bein' in with us." She blushes slightly as she further adds, "...far as th' conception... um. From what she said, when she thought it was, it was th' night 'fore he got 'napped, an' they were in this silver caddy or somethin' he stole that they called th' Sharkie, an', uh... well, t' quote, they 'nailed each other like no one's business.'" She sounds seriously embarrassed to relate this, and talks fairly quietly as she does so. "So, yeah. No mention of chainin' or torture or anythin', not from N'vada anyhow."

Kaz looks considerably enlightened, although her anger nonetheless remains hovering around her like a shadow. "That'd make some sense," she mutters. "/Still/ gotta get a philo in, just f'my /own/ peace've mind, though..."

In the back of the house, Seirian nods and continues to smile wryly throughout, "Aye." She blinks a few times and tucks her hair behind her ears with her left hand in a slightly nervous gesture. "So, how's the cocoa comin' there?"

Bernie sighs, shifting in her seat and mutters, "...letcha know 'f Matt ever shows back up..."

In the back of the house, Sepdet looks even more disturbed by the snippets she can't help hearing from the front room. She flinches and gives the woman an apologetic grin. "Oh. It should be cool enough." She nods to the second mug. "Help yourself; if I lift, right now, I'll probably spill." Nevertheless she takes her own gingerly, wrapped in both hands, and attempts to head back for the front room.

Kaz somehow manages to crack a very small smile. "Man, another couple days, /I'll/ go after him for you. An'--" She stops. "Thanks."

In the back of the house, Seirian returns the lightly-nibbled sandwich to the plate with its other half and scoops up the dish and the other mug of cocoa, making to follow the Strider a little ways, even if that's only as far as the dining room. "S'all right, I have it." she murmurs with a brief smile, settling things in her hands.

In the back of the house, Sepdet does indeed get some cocoa on her jeans, as she paces back into the living room, taking it slowly. She makes a three-minute operation of sitting down on the floor and cupping it between her knees where, oddly, she seems to find it easier to drink from.

Bernie manages a half-decent grin back at her fellow Gnawer. "...'s a'ight," she rpelies. "...'f y' do, take me with, though? Never been there."

Kaz's tension rises slightly as Sepdet reappears, but she doesn't lose her smile. "You betcha. Nice city." She shakes her head faintly, and then flopps onto the couch. After a moment, she asks Sepdet, "What about Cam?"

Sepdet looks faintly exasperated at the question, although it's apparently self-directed. Her hands give another twitch but she manages to hang on. "He's a fine pup, that's all."

Kaz says, "Thass f'sure. S'long as Steven don' break a teapot over his head, he'll do fine."

Seirian offers as pleasant a smile as possible to Kaz and Bernie as she trails Sepdet with the cautiousness of one not wanting to intrude. "Heya, s'all right if me and my food come and sit with all of ye? Don't want to intrude or nothin'."

Sepdet grimaces. "Well. Yes, his rage is worrying. I keep hoping that he'll settle once he's allowed to pitch in and help. He doesn't deal well with being useless." She looks back at Seirian. "Please. I'm afraid I've still got my news to spill."

Kaz blinks faintly. "I ain't got no problem. Sit, eat, alla that shit." She retrieves her own sandwich from underneath her, looks at it carefully, and starts eating it again. "S'what's th' news, huh?"

Bernie stays mostly out of the discussion of the other cub, and smiles at the woman she doesn't know, with a light shrug. "'s fine with me," she replies, "...hi."

Seirian smiles a bit more assuredly and pulls up a rather lovely piece of floor, setting down mug and plate to wiggle fingers at the unfamiliar face. "Heya. I'm Seiri, nice t' meet ye."

Sepdet clears her throat. "Chaser's crew found a nest of Fomori in town, under a...sex cub." She never quite makes it over that word in one breath. "Human captives being sold, or turned Wyrm. The Get torched it but apparently some got away, and there were signs of a larger organization."

Kaz pauses in mid-bite, listening. "Well, that ain't no good."

Seirian reaches for her sandwich, fingers twitching briefly as she listens to that bit. "Bloody 'ell...."

Sepdet grimaces. "Russian mafia, Chaser said--I don't know enough to understand how she knows that, because this is far outside my usual paths. But they were using some of the sewer pipes out to the river to escape by boat. And Chaser found part of a list of names, some crossed off. All human. None of them particularly connected to us except one kin whom I've put under guard til this blows over."

Bernie returns the wave with a finger wriggle of her own. "Heya," she replies, "I'm Bernie. 's niceta meetcha too." She glances over at the others at Sepdet's revelation, and decides that if we're talking about the Wyrm and Fomori and other cubs' rage, a fuller intro is probably appropriate. She adds, "...Ragabash 'Gnawer cub," before turning the rest of her attention to this new news.

"Fianna, Galliard, Cliath." murmurs Seiri briefly with a wink and a quirk of a smile for Bernie.

Kaz remembers to finish chewing. "Who's th' Kin?"

"Soulcatcher's woman." Somehow it sounds a little more natural, or at least respectful, coming from the metis.

Kaz scowls. "Fuck that. Ain't gonna get /her/. What c'n we do t'help?" Kaz has, evidently, met the woman. And been impressed.

Seirian sips her cocoa and makes a sound that seems agreeing, as she frowns deeply.

Bernie pulls her legs up beside her on the couch, just listening.

Sepdet gives a little laugh. "Find and kill these fomori quickly, before she gets tired of staying shut in her own house and demands to come out fighting them with us. She's fine. She's got at least two Wendigo ready to take on the Wyrm itself should it pay a housecall, when I'm not there keeping watch. And she's tracking down for us some clues from the human side of things, since she is a lawyer and has sources we don't."

The metis mutters, "Mebbe she can help with this damn Veil shit, while she's at it," but nods. "Yeah, ok. I'll see what we can do. 'Lert people, at least."

Sepdet adds seriously, "She's not actually foolish enough to think she can battle the things we do. But she'd hold her ground and probably take a few with her." She laps at her drink a few times as she sifts through her memory making sure she's missed nothing. "Right. Tell city Garou to watch the clubs, the crime rings, the drug pushers, for newcomers and unusual activity or disappearances. Report everything back to the Get, since they're running point on this one."

At Kaz's muttered comment, the cub brightens a bit, and addresses her. "Hey, speakin' of th' Veil shit, Tecmessa said I should be in chargea a disinformation thingy, 'least 'til someone higher rankin' takes it 'way. I was s'posta talk t' Leda t'day, but I couldn't find her, so, t'marra, I guess. But yeah, anyway."

"Aye. Keep people on their toes." chimes in Seiri assertively, "I'll keep word out even to those in the Kent Crossing area, since it certainly can't hurt."

Sepdet looks up sharply. "Veil?" It takes her a moment to place it before grimacing. "Oh, the graverobbers."

Kaz nods, grimly. "The ones with a maybe-Crinos skeleton. /Them/." She swivels to look at Bernie, and blinks. "What, /Tecmessa/ said that? Jesus, from what Max said about her, you'd think she had a stick up her ass a mile wide. Huh."

Seirian returns to her sandwich for the moment, nibbling quickly and listening to things go back and forth.

Bernie grins, and shrugs. "I dunno, she seemed okay t' me... Dr. Nicholson came by here yesterday, an' told us more stuff 'bout what was goin' on an' all."

Kaz tells Sepdet, "Count on it bein' spread," and then latches onto Bernie. "Like what?"

Sepdet looks grim. "Sounds like we need to gear up Fog for a spot of weather." Count on the theurge to turn first to spirits for defense.

Seirian raises an eyebrow as she, too, looks at Bernie, mouth already occupied but facial expression displaying her inquiring mind for her.

"Lessee; she said they got 'bout 70 percent of th' skeleton, an' it's bein' kept in th' basement of th' university museum, which has cam'ras an' guards an' all, an' that the filing system's arcane an' it'll be hard t' find. An' that they're doin' DNA tests an' all on it, an' sent somea it t' th' SMithsonian. But they're not lettin' anyone see th' bones yet. They wanna keep things as secret as they can, an' all. Lessee... th' guy in charge, he thinks it's a short-nosed bear, an' they wanna tell th' truth, so we were thinkin' how t' make th' tests how it -is- a short-nosed bear, an' then they'll jus' go with that. Only, th' guy who took them to it, McQuire I think, he's th' one in all the tabloids an' shit, tellin' 'em all it's Bigfoot, an' so we're prolly gonna get a lotta people comin' t' look for Bigfoot. So we were thinkin' we'd try an' distract 'em, too, with, like, crop circles and shit. Y'know, fun stuff." A quick, mischevious grin from the Ragabash, there. "...so yeah. I think that covers mosta it."

Kaz listens intently. "You're cool." Rising to her feet, she stuffs the remains of her sandwich in her pocket, and adds, "I'm gonna get back t'th' City now, make sure Max ain't burned half of it down by accident. I'll see you folks later, yah?"

There is a lengthy pause on the Strider's part while she slurps her drink and tries to keep enough of those words in her head to sift through and decipher them.

Sepdet loses her thread and looks up with a tired smile. "Undoubtably. Go well, Kaz."

Bernie grins at Kaz. "I'm a veritable fonta information," she replies brightly. "...how ya gettin' back, by th' way?"

Seirian decides finishing her food and drink is a good idea, and waves with the last half of her sandwich at Kaz.

Kaz jerks her thumb out the door. "Well, Rach wasn't usin' it... So I got her van again."

Bernie nods, and glances thoughtfully atticward a moment before seeming to make her decision. Glancing back to Kaz, she asks, "...y' want comp'ny, then?"

"Can't never hurt. C'mon." And then she's out the door.

Bernie hops to her feet as well, and follows the other Gnawer out the door, pausing to wave at the others. "G'night!" she exclaims, before the door shuts behind her.