Rotem is sitting upon the couch, a large wooden box on his knees, moving things around within it, the occational clinking sound heard.

There's some thumping upstairs, and then the sound of two treads on the stairs. "...And it's not like I don' get enough crap for bein' metis as it is. Shouldn't oughta leave skeletons lyin' around, dammit." That's Kaz's voice, certainly.

Rotem quickly stashes the box under the couch as he hears the footsteps, sliding it underneath and kicking it back.

"Well," Bernie points out reasonably as she follows Kaz down the stairs, "'s not 'zactly like you're gonna be able t' bury yourself an' prevent it 'f you're all alone an' not expectin' t' become a skeleton anytime soon, right? But yeah. Somethin' musta gone wrong, a'ight..."

"Yeah, I guess. Fuckin' Wendigo don' got enough sense t'go find their damn metis'..." She doesn't seem sincere about the complaint, really. Hands stuffed in her pockets, she pokes her head around the corner. "Yo, Rotem."

Rotem looks up quickly, just after stashing the box away. "Good ma-morning, Kaz-Rhya." He lays back upon the couch.

Kaz says, automatically, "I ain't no rhya. So hey, how you doin'?"

Bernie steps into the room, her hands snug in the pockets of her own jacket, as well. "Hey," she greets the other cub. "'sup? You learnin' yet?"

Rotem arches an eyebrow, looking first to Bernie. "Yeah, starting to." He then looks back at Kaz. "Why not? You're gonna be a Fostern soon."

Kaz winces. "Shit, man, you're as bad as Max. I'm /challengin'/. It don' mean I'll win. Ain't you never heard of not countin' your chickens before they're hatched?"

Rotem shakes his head. "You'll win." He states simply as if it is a fact. "Anyway, as for whats up, I'm starting my collection of Stuff."

Bernie grins, "Don' think anyone's gonna juggle your eggs, Kaz. I mean, th' guy you challenged's th' one who said you oughta challenge, right?" She glances curiously over to Rotem, intrigued. "Yeah? Lessee, whatcha got?"

Kaz mutters, "Jesus, you too?" at Bernie, and then just sighs. She does brighten slightly at the Stuff thought, though. "Like, Stuff stuff? Rockin'."

Rotem nods softly and retrieves the box from under the couch, propping it back open. "Nothing much yet." He says, mostly to himself, as he opens up the box. He turns it about to face Kaz and Bernie. "Just some stuff I found." He stresses the word 'found' oddly. Within the box is a rather extensive collection of knives, all in a pile one on top of the other, four bottlecaps from beer bottles, a contribution from Yi, and a glass prism with a scratch on one of the sides.

Kaz, evidently at least a vague connoissieur of knives, moves one so she can look at it.

"Well, yeah," Bernie replies, wandering over to the box and surveying the contents. The knives get the slight attention any weapon commands, but it's the prism she picks up and looks at, grinning again. "Cool," she remarks, running a fingernail through the scratch.

Rotem smiles, liking the attention, even if its for his 'toys'. "The knives aren't high quality or anything, but they'll cut." He motions to the prism. "Found it in the trash, dunno why you'd t-throw it out, just a little scratch."

Kaz starts tapping the knife against her thumb. "'Cause people're morons, mostly. 's pretty good buncha things you got here. 's not my sorta thing, but 's cool."

Bernie lifts it a bit to catch what light there is in the room, and sends a weak rainbow out against one of the walls. She smiles, and puts it back in the box. "Maybe they were usin' it for somethin' that needed calibratin' or somethin'. Or they jus' went, oh look, 's scratched, toss that out." She shrugs a little.

Rotem shrugs, "Whatever ha-happened, S'mine now." He grins, and turns the box back around, closing it. "I gotta get lots more Stuff though. Only just found out about Stuff yesterday."

Kaz says, reflectively, "Not sure if I ever tol' Max about it. Since, I mean, I'm not really int' it m'self. Should ask her sometime..."

"Either way," Bernie remarks, "she gets it, so hey." She grins again, and wanders over toward a comfortable patch of wall to lean against.

Kaz grins faintly. "Well, yeah. 's prolly why I /didn't/ tell her about it. One've them semi-instinctive things."

Rotem shrugs. "I love it. Stuff is fun." He takes out the prism himself. Toying with it, "Gotta get me some super glue, and string" He remarks to himself before putting it back. "I'm gonna have the biggest collection of stuff ever. You'll see."

Kaz leans against the wall near him, and just grins. "This must be one've the disadvantages've bein' a traveller. I never got int' the collectin' thing."

Bernie smirks over at Rotem. "Jus' r'member," she remarks, "size doesn't matter. Quality, not quan'ity. An' never get involved in a land war in Asia."

Kaz mutters, "We are men of action. Lies do not become us," and thumps her heel against the wall.

Rotem shakes his head. "In the summer its ok. Just have it done before Russian winter." He blinks, wondering where that came from. "Oh, you got Stuff?" He motions to Bernie

Bernie flashes Kaz a wide grin before looking back to Rotem. "Well, 'course," she replies, with a slight shrug and smile.

Rotem motions to her, "Can I see it sometime?" he looks up, wondering what other people collect.

Kaz says "I'll have t'show you my fridge sometime. It ain't, y'know, Stuff, but it's sure way the hell cooler'n most things."

"Pun intended?" Bernie inquires of the metis, before adding to Rotem, "...it is, too. They useta design that kinda shit much niftier than now... an' yeah, sure, why not? I thought th' Stuff thing was pretty cool too; I was findin' it an' givin' it t' people an' all b'fore it was 'splained t' me, so I was like, hey, check that out." She grins again, and slips down the wall to rest crosslegged on the floor for the moment.

Kaz just grins in answer; obviously, that would be a yes.

Rotem places his box beside where he sits and looks to Bernie. "Yeah, me too."

Bernie tilts her head, regarding the other cub appraisingly. "Yeah?" she queries, "Like what?"

Kaz starts to say something, and then stills at Bernie's question.

Rotem motions to the box. "Knives mostly. Got the prism before I knew what Stuff was too." he sighs softly. "Got a neat plastic wristband that looked like bones, but it b-broke when I shifted the first time."

Kaz actually looks sort of sad she missed the wristband.

Rotem stands up, pushing the box under the couch. "Come to think of it, I shifted upstairs." he motions to the steps. "So the string is gone, but the plastic peices should be there."

Kaz then adds, "An' the thing is, it ain't like we go around /talkin'/ about Stuff alla time. It's just, if I saw somethin' that reminded me of Max, or Jules, I'd get it -- but I don' tend to anyway. Mostly, I stick t'food, 'cuz m'eye f'r other things stinks."

"Yeah? That sounds kinda cool. I think I cleaned up somea th' beads form it, act'ly...." Bernie considers. "Would think knives mosta th' time wouldn' be quite Stuff, but I dunno. 'cause they're, y'know, norm'ly useful an' all. Gotta d'pend on th' knives, though, I guess. But I gave Matt this bottle opener with th' union jack onnit, an' that's useful, but it's still Stuff, y'know?" She nods to Kaz's comment.

Rotem nods softly, "I'll look later today, maybe I'll find some of it." He shrugs and sits back down on the couch. "I saw this neat dart gun thingie that shoots fly swatter thingies. Is that Stuff? It's useful, but wierd."

Kaz says, a little vaguely, "Stuff is /Stuff/. You can't define it, it just /is/. I mean, f'me, that might be, but f'some kid in school, it'd be somethin' fun. Y'just never know."

Bernie giggles slightly at the image she gets in her mind from that, and nods. "'s got def'nite Stuff potential, I'd say. Yeah. But, yeah, 's kinda an amorphous concept..."

Rotem nods. "All I know is I'm gonna have neat s-stuff. I just gotta figure out how to g-get it.

Kaz says, "Trash cans. Flea markets. The corner market. The bottom of the ocean. Lyin' on the side of the road. Junkyards. People's houses. There's a whole world out there, man."

Bernie makes a face at Rotem's comment, looking oddly troubled, and stands again, running a hand through her curls.

Kaz tilts her head at Bernie. "Whur?"

Rotem chuckles at the mention of people's houses, "Nah, I don't go for B and E, that's felony shit. Misteminors (sp?) are ok though."

"It's just..." the girl's brow furrows as she considers this, "...I dunno, that just... feels wrong." She shrugs slightly. "I mean, we're not talkin' stocks an' bonds an' fast cars here... it just doesn't feel like... somethin' you're s'posta -covet-. 'f y' know what I mean."

Kaz considers this. "Well. I do. Yeah. It's the kinda thing where you jus' /end up/ havin' things, sorta." She shrugs. "But I figure, sometimes wantin' t'fit in, it ain't bad."

Rotem lays back on the couch, throwing his legs up upon it. "Well, enough about Stuff, when are you taking me to the otherside? I wanna see some ghosts, walk through one." He chuckles.

Kaz gets a brief look of concentration. "I think in about a week. Mebbe two. Ain't takin' you till the full."

Bernie arches a brow, and looks to Kaz, "...there's ghosts in th' Umbra? As well as th' spirits an' all? Whose? An' wouldn't they get pissed 'f you walked through 'em? I would."

Rotem shrugs. "S'ok, I'm in no rush. You know where I'll be." He smirks. "Where I always am."

Kaz shrugs at Bernie. "Ain't met one, but you never know. Anyways, I gotta get on patrol, hey?"

Rotem rises up. "Can I come with?" He motions to the steps. "Wouldn't be my first one."

Bernie nods to Kaz, adjusting her backpack a bit. "Yeah, not t' be an echo here, but c'n I come with?"

Kaz shakes her head. "This's my long one, an' it's both Realm an' Umbra, so no. But I'll see you later, yeah? Bern, want I should gra--" She grins. "Nah, but you gonna be at Matt's in a couple hours? I might grab you then, f'th' non Umbral bits."

Rotem looks up to Kaz. "Umm, Can we go there not on the full moon?" he looks down, a little uncomfortably, "I'm kinda planning on sleeping through that week."

Bernie nods, pushing her hair back, and sighs a little. "Yeah, think so. Gonna work on a couple things, then, an' I might 's well do it there. So, yeah. Thanks, that'd be cool."

Kaz gives Rotem a long look. "You'll have more control this time. But I'll think about doin' it durin' my moon, sure. Anyway." She shrugs, and adds, "Cool beans, Bern," as she starts up the stairs.

Rotem smiles, looking to Bernie, "Ya can do 'em here if you like." he sighs. "I could use the company."

Rotem perks up slightly, "Wanna play a game?"

Bernie pauses, looking somewhat sympathetic. Being grounded sucks. "...well... I really oughta go work on some stuff, t' be honest, but, maybe.... what game?"

[...and he poofed, so that was that.]