Greenstreak is laying on the rafters again, his ussual possition. Two paws hanging down from each side of the wooden beam, looking down at an overturned and slightly cracked pew.

"...An' the worst part about it was, I didn't even get to see Signe's fuckin' /expression/." This would be Kaz, pushing through the door, a large grocery bag in hand, talking behind her to someone. Evidently Bernie.

Judging from the laughter that follows Kaz, floating through the opened door, yes, it's Bernie. Said cub practically staggers in after the Galliard, leaning on the first handy pew for support. "She.. she...." She controls herself after a few moments, clearing her throat slightly, looks at Kaz, regains a quickly growing smirk, and cracks up completely again. "Oh, fuck," she manages, "I =so= wish someone'd made that a kodak moment!"

Greenstreak jumps off the rafters, landing on the floor before Kaz. A loud bark is offered, his tail wagging, for only a moment before he jumps up on the cliath and starts licking at her face.

Kaz says, "She /did/," and then is ambushed by the Wild Greanstreak in his Native Habitat. Already laughing slightly, she just laughs more and scruffles Rotem, almost dropping her bag. "Geez, kid, get offa me," she eventually manages, although she doesn't sound angry.

"She =did=?" the female cub asks incredulously, "y'mean there's =pictures=? Really?" She drops into the pew proper and falls over backward on the seat, laughing. "Oh. My. God!" Recovering down to just the periodic snicker, the ragabash sits up again, with a suspiciously evil -- and musing -- grin.

Kaz shakes her head quickly, dropping the groceries on a pew. "Nono. She just, y'know. Did the thing. No pictures."

Greenstreak drops off of Kaz for only a moment, quickly jumping back up to the pew to tackle Bernie and give her a dose of slobber. Burns! Burns! Burns! Burns!

Bernie looks slightly disappointed for a moment, though her "Aww..." is cut off with a squeak as the other cub pounces her. "Whoa, hey, Rotarian! Watch the drool! An' I don' mean watch it fall on me..." She grins, giving him a quick scritch behind one ear and following it with a good-natured shove. "Down, boy. You mindin' your 'p's an' 'q's?"

Kaz just watches the two with a faint smile as she grabs a Coke from her coat.

Greenstreak continues to slobber all over Bernie, Then hefts himself over the pew falling down behind it, as he rises up he's in homid form. He pops up and looks at Bernie, "Boo!"

Bernie looks at Rotem a second before her hand darts out and grabs hold of his shirt, giving it a yank toward her. It turns out not to be as aggressive a gesture as it might've been; she just uses a clean looking patch to wipe the slobber off her face with. Luckily, she doesn't wear that much makeup, so the only noticeable mark left on the shirt is the residual slobber itself. "Eek," she replies dryly as she releases the fabric again.

Kaz snorts softly, as she takes a drink of Coke. "Y'all done with greetin' an' salutatin'?"

Rotem chuckles softly. "So whats a pee and que?" he asks, unphazed by Bernie's actions. He looks to Kaz after she speaks, "I'm done. Got food?" he asks and moves to look into the bag.

Kaz says, "Got food. Got babblin', too, if you want."

Rotem grins and snatches the chocolate out of the bag. "You talk. I eat." he smirks, sitting down in a pew with the bag clutched to his chest.

"Th' reversea whatcha do at Disneyland bathrooms?" Bernie suggests. "Mindin' your 'p's an' 'q's means behavin', watchin' whatcha do. 'cause, y'know they useta set everythin' in type by hand, like books an' newspapers? An' each letter's this li'l metal thing, an' they're all in reverse so when y'put ink on 'em, they print out right way round. So, 'p's look like 'q's an' vice versa so y' gotta watch whatcher doin' an' get it right....."

Kaz blinks in fascination at Bernie. "Well, huh," she eventually says, then shakes her head. "Ok. Tribes. Y'all wanna run down on tribes?"

Rotem nods softly. "You got your fang sons of bitches who crossed the shadow lords way back. You got your Red Talons who don' like us hoooommmaaans." he chuckles softly. "Gnawers, Walkers, cool sons of bitches. Oh, and your Furies. They are just Bitches."

Bernie flashes Kaz a bright grin, and adjusts her seat on the pew to soemthing more comfortable. "Oh, hell yeah," she replies to Kaz, "pour somea that knowledge inta our heads, wouldja?" Rotem gets an odd look for a moment.

Kaz looks briefly surprised, and then she grins. "Get 'em while they're young," she mutters at Bernie, and shakes her head. "Nope. It's the other way around. The Fangs, they're kinda from Russia, England, those areas, an' the ones that've been leadin' th' fight an' leadin' the Garou for, like, milennia. They're a little whacked these days, but they're basically the essence of what a Garou oughta be -- even if most of us don't wanna admit it. Their Kin're pretty prominent in human leadership, too. The Lords... The Lords, they're kinda the lieutenants that /want/ to be the captains. They're mostly Slavic, and, well, most've the Lords I've known other'n Jarred, who did a real nice propaganda job on you, by the way, have pretty much been assholes. Smooth as silk and they just /purr/ at you, while tryin'a stab you inna back. They're a fuckin' strong tribe, but trust 'em? Not me."

Rotem shakes his head. "You're just beliving the Fangs. The Lords are the ones that got stabbed in the back. Ain't fair I tell you. Ain't fair. The Lords just try to do their job, and the Fangs fucked them over. S'not their fault."

Bernie grins back at Kaz, and gives the explanation the usual amount of attention, listening carefully and filing everything away for later reference. She doesn't seem to have any questions of her own, though... or, at least, not for Kaz. There's something for Rotem, however: "Yeah? So tell us th' story, then."

Rotem shakes his head. "I ain't no Galliard. Ask Jarred. He'll tell it to ya straight.

Kaz glances over at Bernie, and grins. Looking back to Rotem, she says, "Dude, I ain't got any stake in this either way. Me, I think they're both a buncha fuckers who're just tryin' t'screw us over. It's just, you're gonna be in a weird position, defendin' Shadow Lords to the rest of the Garou. Just, know that, an' be prepared f'weird looks, hey?"

Bernie mms. "I'll hafta ask 'im sometime, then. An' find some Fang Galliard t' gimme their sidea things too, I s'pose..." Maybe she should've been born a couple weeks earlier or later. "...so anyway, tha's two down, 'leven t' go, yeah?"

Rotem nods softly. "Yeah, Whats with the Furies? I mean, do they all get the stick inserted at birth, or when they first change is it shoved up their ass?" he pauses and considers. "I could see how that would cause the f-first change."

Kaz, evidently struggling to be at least vaguely impartial, says, "Nahhh. See, they're all, like, feminists. Descended from the Greek Furies, the ones that whupped ass on folks that did wrong to their relatives, only these Furies are focused on women instead've relatives. An', well. They protect Wyld, they protect women, an' they're... Kinda annoying," she finally admits. "But they're pretty good folks t'have at your back inna pinch."

Rotem shakes his head. "You completely off your noggin?" he chuckles and shakes his head, "I'm not turning my back on one ever. I'd rather have those Shadow Lords of yours behind me!"

Kaz shrugs. "Whatever. Just remember -- we're all in this shit t'gether. Don' throw 'em all away just 'cause one's a bitch and a half."

Rotem chuckles and shakes his head. "Okies. I won't throw them all away, but that judge is one heck of a bitch." he growls softly, "She is like, queen bitch."

Bernie considers. "Tecmessa seems pretty cool," she remarks. "Leda an' that one other girl, whasserface, I dunno, kinda... well, I wouldn' wanna be snowbound with 'em. An' Helen's...." she blinks. "...I dunno, but, yeah."

Kaz shrugs. "Max don' like either Tecmessa or Megaera. Said they kinda harassed her some at the Caern, once. Me, I ignore 'em. So anyways. Fianna. Who are Irish or Gaelic or whatever, enthusiastic about life, damn good fighters in a pinch, and sometimes kinda intolerant." Glancing at Bernie, she adds, "And sometimes, not."

Rotem shrugs softly, "Never met one." he sighs. "Know any round here? I m-mean, any I'd want to meet?"

Bernie smiles a little, and crosses her arms on the back of the pew, resting her chin atop them. "Y'have, act'ly, Rotem," she replies. "Matt. He's Fianna. An' he rocks. Cam'ron's pretty cool, too. Steven, though, he's scary. I wouldn' piss him off 'f I were you... An' he ain't huge on Gnawers, t' start with. Don' really know any others, though I met a few."

Kaz nods. "Matt's good folks. Anyways. Children of Gaia. They're the ones talk about how we should all be one tribe, fight the Wyrm through reclaiming it and stuff. Peace, love, an' happiness, basically. They got the right idea on some stuff, but they take it kinda far."

Rotem smirks softly, "Sex, drugs, rock and roll?" he looks to Kaz. "Ok, if they go for the free love thing, count me in! I'm converting." he snickers softly and shakes his head. "I'm only kidding, don't get pissed."

Bernie shakes her head a little. "'licia, she's onea my best friends, you met her... she's a Gaian an' all, an' 'f you try anythin' with her, she'll prolly cause ya pain. Just a warnin', 'f you're thinkin' they're all inta that kinda thing..."

Kaz says, soberly, "Some of 'em are. And it kinda fucks things up some. But -- yeah, like Bern says, you make assumptions, you're dead /meat/."

Rotem cackles madly now, almost rolling with laughter. "My paws, my paws are the prettiest!" he balls with laughter, unable to stop, "Pretty fucking paws! Dirty dirty paws!"

Kaz looks confused. "What the fuck you talkin' about?"

The ragabash is unamused. "She useta be called Pretty-Paws. Like you useta be called, lessee, what've I heard... Acts-Without-Thinkin', Trouble, Tantrum, Lacks-Social-Graces, an' jus' plain Fuckup an' Dumbass. Now she's called Blooms-From-Her-Pain, an' she's a hella better cub than you've been. So you finish tranformin' inta somethin' worthy of a mature cub-name, an' THEN you c'n start makin' funa her. Capiche?" Slight pause. "...anyway, she =does= have pretty paws."

Rotem shakes his head, laughing, having to try and compose himself simply to speak. "I don't know her name! I met her!" He rolls with laughter. "She's gott pretty paws, pretty pretty paws. Pretty Dirty paws!"

Kaz rises slowly to her feet. "Rotem?" she asks, very quietly.

Rotem slowly composes himself, turning to look at Kaz, blinking and stifling a chuckle, really trying to calm down.

Bernie says nothing. This likely has to do with the fact that her teeth are =very= firmly clenched together, and the dark expression flashing through her eyes would likely make most people without Rage of their own suddenly hear their mothers calling.

Kaz says, remarkably calmly, "Would you shut the fuck up before Bernie hits you?"

Rotem blinks softly, bitting his lip and mumbling "Y... Yes. Umm.. " He falls silent, not making a sound now, looking to Bernie, head lowered slightly.

Kaz explains, carefully, "That's Bernie's best friend. Leave it be. Now. Which tribe you wanna hear about?"

Rotem lets Bernie reply this time, remaining silent, desciding at the moment it is the best course of action.

Bernie's jaw relaxes slightly. "Don't =fuck= with my friends," she eventually says, in a dangerously soft tone, "literally, figuratively, or anything in between. And that is not negotiable." She holds the other cub's gaze, not taking the cue to ask about a tribe.

Kaz says nothing in particular and stares up at the ceiling.

Rotem nods softly, looking to Bernie. "I.. I'm sorry Burns. I didn't.. I mean..." he stammers, looking away after a moment.

Bernie nods slightly herself. "A'ight," she replies, voice still quiet, but otherwise definitely closer to normal. Cooling down, she looks over to the Galliard. "So. Anythin' more we oughta know 'bout th' Gaians? Or should we go on t' tribe five?"

Kaz shrugs. "They're workin' closely with humans -- sometimes t'th'point've sayin' the Veil ain't useful anymore. But they got the right idea when it comes to reconstructing shit." She shrugs, and then starts grinning faintly. "Then you got their polar opposites. The Get. Rough motherfuckers, rather fight Wyrm than eat breakfast, pretty much aimin' for all out war with humans if they don' get out of our way, intolerant of, well, just about anything you care to name. But, loyal. Strong. Don't give up on you if they've come t'believe in you."

Rotem grins softly. "Signe!" he calls out, smilling now, "Kick ass Get." he look to Kaz. "They know how ta party."

Kaz says, mildly, "They also know how to be complete assholes at the drop of a hat. Remember that."

Rotem nods softly. "Don't piss off the Signe. Definitely. Not good to piss off the Jarl. I gotcha loud and clear. " He looks to Bernie again, wondering if she's simmered down any.

The mention of that name, today, helps the ragabash's anger dissipate even faster; a smirk creeps onto her lips again, then a grin, and she snickers a bit again. Otherwise, she doesn't comment... she might burst out laughing agian if she tried.

Yi opens the door with a soft push as she manuevers her way in with bags in hand. Eyes habitually scan the room, as she gravitates towards the others. "Yo." A shift of the bags in hand, and she plops them down somewhere on the pews nearby with a clunk and shuffle.

Kaz, flopped on a pew, levers up with a grin. "Yo, Yi! Talkin' tribes. How goes?"

Rotem offers towards Yi a grin, looking to the bags she carries. "Whatcha got? Chinese?" he stands up slightly, trying to peak into the bag. "I'm kinda hungry you know." he shoves the bag of chocolates into his pocket, looking for some real food now.

"Slowly," Yi replies, lifting one of the bags and setting it down closer towards the others. "Food in this one, some sandwiches and things," she says, glancing at Bernie. "And some things in the other." She draws out some odd trinkets; tiny lightbulbs, various tools, a 16 volt battery, a switch... ingredients for science experiments.

Bernie controls the renewed giggle fit, looking just about back to her normal, laidback self again, and flashes a grin at Yi. "Hey," she greets her, and looks at the grocery bag with some interest. It's the things she draws form the other that really get the cub's attention, though, and she leans over the back of the pew a bit too look at them. "...whatcha makin'?"

Rotem seems less interested in the food now, sharing in Bernie's curiosity. Although curiosity has proven not to be what killed the cat, rather the three wolves that chased it down might have been the cause. "Yeah, whats that stuff for?" he asks, picking up the battery. "Making a bomb?"

Bernie regards the items speculatively. "....nahhhh," she remarks to the other cub, "not th' right ingredients..." She pushes a curl back behind her ear, and looks at them another moment. "Looks more like flashlights so far."

Yi glances up after the crude materials have been laid out on the pew beside her. She turns and lifts her legs up onto the pew and sits crosslegged, facing the center aisle with the 'ingredients' in front of her. "Hardly," she says with quiet muse. "Trying to figure out how to light up the sewers. 'Bring the light to the dark.'" She tries quoting what Sepdet said earlier. "What I don't know, is how. But that's what asking you two are for," she says with a glance to the two cubs. "You've both been to school, and you're smarter than I am Bernie..." she trails momentarily. "What sort of knowledge do you two know about wires and lights? The goal... is to try and light the sewers with something a little more permanent than flashlights. What is down there right now, doesn't really like the power of the sun."

Rotem snatches up the small lightbulbs, grabbing the battery as well. "Wires. We need wires." he adds, grinning happilly now. "Fucking aye. I get to help. About damn time you know." he smirks. "More batteries too." he adds as an afterthought. "And an.." he pauses, turning to look at Kaz. "Can I go outta the church?" he asks. "Just the building around here. Nobody home. I might be able to rummage up some stuff."

Kaz doesn't answer; just glances at Yi.

Bernie grins, and shrugs a little. "'s pretty simple, jus' lightin' up a bulb," she remarks, "...what's t' problem bit? Hangin' 'em somewhere, aimin' 'em, keepin' th' bat'ries from dyin' real quick, or what?"

Rotem shakes his head, looking to Bernie. "Naw, not so simple. You don't want each batter being dimmer and dimmer. Gotta hook 'em up r-right." he nods softly, "You gotta get the right shit too, Or you'll b-blow em out real fast like."

"All of those problems," Yi replies, eyeing Rotem as he snatches up her picked up supplies. "Keeping the banes away from outright breaking the lamps, where to place them, how to keep them powered..." she nods to Bernie. "It's quite a job, and I'm no engineer. But I am wondering, why doesn't the city do it? Just like the fountain in the Park, none of these pipes have been fixed in such a long time. Is it because we hang around it too much?" Eyes cast a momentary glance at Kaz, just a thoughtful kind of glance. "And the city maintenance should have noticed something by now. We also need some current maps of the lay of the sewers. I thought the city might have one, but if even /they/ haven't gone down to check, then..." her sentence leaves off there with a shrug of her shoulders. To Rotem, she glances at him. "You said your father was a builder, so I thought you would have some knowledge too. Maybe there is a way to hook up the lights to the city's electric lines in the sewers. Whether they would notice some more lightbulbs down there, I don't know. But perhaps at best they will see the beginnings of work, and decide to put their own effort in."

Bernie arches a brow at Rotem. "B'lieve it or not, I ain't talkin' outta my ass, Rotovirus..." The name isn't delivered as if it were a huge insult, despite sounding less than complementary. "Said 's simple t' light up a bulb, an' it is." She shrugs, settling back. "Th' rest's where it c'n get complicated."

Rotem shakes his head, rising up, still carrying the bulbs. "I'll set it up." he nods softly. "I'll make you something. Wont break. Can be set up in under ten minutes." he smiles. "I'm helping." stated more to himself then anyone else, "But you gotta let me out. I need stuff. Stuff I can rip outta the walls from around here."

Kaz grunts. "City don't do it 'cause City's fuckin' lazy an' don' wanna bother with th' slums. An' honest t'God, upkeep an' maintenance of sewer systems is, like, low on their list."

"They can't even fix a fuckin' fence in less'n an eon," Bernie mutters, frustratedly.

Yi glances to Kaz, head tilted slightly. "But the root of the problem is uptown at Osprey Circle. Those weren't slums the last I saw," she states, before looking at Rotem. "It's not just one lone line either. Still have to figure out how to keep the Umbral side clean, but Sepdet will be working on asking light and electric spirits to help. We need to give them something on the Realmside first, I think. And the sewers, is one big network of pipes. Lighting this section of the city will be hard enough."

Kaz shrugs. "Upkeep of major systems is hard. Check out how well they do with the street system sometime. An' Sepdet said she wanted to Summon a Helios spirit, f'th' otherside." She's still not answering Rotem's question.

Rotem nods softly, he sounds rather matter of fact, and serious for once. "Look, you w-want it done. I can do it." he pauses. "But you g-gotta give me some backup o-on this. I need some shit first." he looks towards the doors. "You're gonna have to let me out. Let me work on shit."

A choke-chain jangles from outside. Heavy footsteps thump up the steps, and the doors shoulder open. Nevada, more than slightly damp, has a scowl on his face, a wet cigarette in his mouth, and a cheap lighter in his hand. He cups his hand, trying to light the smoke without success. Giving up, he kicks the doors shut behind him.

"Chiapet!" Bernie exclaims, grinning broadly at the latest arrival. "Damn, someone been waterin' you? Guess you gonna have some good sprouts soon... 'sup?"

Quietly Kaz says, "Lemme think a minute, Rotem." She's distracted by Nevada, though, and, brightening, she calls, "Heyyy, Nev, how's tricks?"

Rotem smiles, looking to the doorway. "Heya Nev!" A brief glance to Kaz. "Well, I want to g-get started. No one is going to care if I remove s-some wiring from the walls of these b-buildings. They are already falling apart."

Yi looks towards the door as the doors are kicked shut. "Yo," she says to the wetter one. then turning back to Rotem, she gives the cub some thought. "If you need supplies, I'll go with you to find some, later." Then she turns back to Nevada, curiosity at his foul mood evident.

"Wet," Nevada grunts, sour as all hell. "An I got yer sprout right here, kid." He tries to send Bernie a pissed look, but a pathetic smile gets in the way. "Anybody got a smoke? That ain't like from the Mariana fuckin' trench?" He plucks the cigarette from his mouth, wringing it out for effect.

Rotem shakes his head. "I gots more to do then scavenge a little. So either you come h-here, every day for the next week, all day, and w-work with me, or you let me outta here so I can do some work." he grunts, "I can /do/ this. I can. Please, let me."

Yi reaches into the bag of food, drawing out a pack of cigs displaying Marlboro. "Here, Cowboy," she grins as she stands up and heads down to the center aisle, tossing it at him. "I have to go, but walk the cub, will you?" She laughs, glancing momentarily at Rotem but with good humour in her eyes. Then she heads down the center aisle, passing Nevada with a nudge, and waves to the others as she opens the doors and peers out at the rain.

Kaz just shakes her head. "You're climbin' outta the ditch again kid. Patience."

Bernie grins at Nevada. "Lemme look, I might have somethin' sitting in here..." Which might be surprising, since unlike certain other people around here, she doesn't seem to spend any significant amount of time nursing tobacco. She opens her backpack, and rummages a while, coming up with a somewhat crushed and half-empty pack of cigarettes just as Yi does. "...or hey, there's that," she remarks, shrugging, and drops them back in the bag.

Rotem looks up to Kaz. "Come on. I'll just stay in these couple of b-buildings around here. I wont stray." he offers softly. "Please. I could use the t-time for something productive. Please Kaz, please." he whimpers softly, "I really want to help."

"Thanks, Yi," Nevada grunts, clapping a wet hand on her head as she goes out. "'preciate it, tho', Five Finga Discount." Shaking the water out of his lighter, he manages to get a cigarette lit up. "So what 'n hell you goin' on about, Greenstreak?"

Yi combs her hair back into place, well, most of it... and slips out the door with a "See ya."

Kaz explains, "He wants outta here. Big surprise." She shrugs, and looks at the cub. After a moment or two, she sighs. "Awright. Look. I'll spring you, 'cuz I hate lockin' people up, but I got th' Rite to find you, an', much as it pains me to say it to your face, since you won't take no for an answer, I don't trust you further than I can throw you. So don't fuckup."

"Ya magic French fry." Nevada breathes smoke. "Out huh." His gray eyes swivel onto Rotem. "Where y'ganna go?"

Rotem smiles happilly. "Yeah, french fry. I got filled in." he chuckles and looks to Nev, running up to the cliath and hugging him happilly, getting soaking wet in the process. "I'm out!" he cries. "Come on Nev, we got a lot o-of hard work to do. Its hard work, but I'll get it d-done."

Nevada coughs slightly when he's hugged. His eyes follow Rotem disjointedly to the door, then he turns a look to Kaz, and then to Bernie. "Yeah? Stay the fuck put a sec'," he calls to the Ahroun. "I wanna talk to Bunny a minute."

Rotem chuckles softly, moving to the doors and then aside, the flicks at the lightswitch nearby, wondering what the state of the church's electrical system is. "I'm not going anywhere till I finish m'tribes." he states, not looking to Nevada as he speaks.

Bernie laughs a little. "Yeah, Kaz," she teases, "what kinda teacher are ya, lettin' li'l things like this int'rupt th' period? Man, I betcha don't even write up lesson plans..." She looks at little startled at Nevada, though. "Me? What 'bout?"

Kaz levers herself up from her pew. "Well, I can't do it. Even if I /did/ have a lesson plan," she adds, grinning at Bernie. "I gotta go patrol. Make sure the asshole near t'Regan Hope ain't bein' such an asshole. So I'll see you folks later."

"Catch ya later, Kazbo," Nevada's saying, his eyes following the fellow-Galliard out. He puffs on the cigarette thoughtfully before he adds,"If you see a hooker, bout yea-high, redhead, that may or may not be -- " He snorts. "--still be brandishing a fuckin' garden hose, you ... nevermind." He waves a hand. "I'll deal wit' her myself. Seeya, K."

Rotem snickers softly, looking at Nevada. "You go get em." he tries his best not to laugh openly, although not succeeding very well.

Bernie snickers a little at Nevada, and waves to the departing metis. "Later, Kaz.... g'luck an' all, an' thanks."

Kaz pauses. "Ummm. Check," she says, in a tone of voice that says, 'I am /so/ finding out later'. Shaking her head just slightly, and waving, she heads out.

Nevada transfers his cigarette to his mouth, taking hanks of his hair in both hands and giving a squeeze. Water drips. He plucks the smoke from his lips, then shakes his head hard, doglike. "Nnn. OK. Two things." He takes a deep breath, sucking in his composure. "All right. One. What tribe she leave off discussin'. Two. Where he wanna go." These and an impossibly cool glance go to Bernie.

Bernie looks decidedly amused. "Number one, we went through Fangs, Lords, Fianna, Gaians, an' Get, but feel free t' pipe up 'bout anythin' y'wanna make sure got covered with alla 'em anyhow, an' number two, he wantsta go rippin' wirin' outta buildin's 'round here t' use it for settin' up a lightin' system in th' sewer." Pause. "An' jus' how am'rous you gotta get b'fore th' hookers start coolin' y' off witha hose, anyway?"

Rotem was trying, oh he was trying so hard, but after the comment from Bernie he can't hold it off, he bursts into laughter once more, laughing so hard he has to sit down. Calling out between fits of laughter, "That is our good old Nevada!"

At the mentioning of Shadow Lords, a smirk threatens Nevada's face. It doesn't quite make it into his expression for long. "A'ite. Lighting system. How much you know about electrician shit, Rotem?" He takes the laughter stoically, that smooth look on him once more. Soaking wet, hair sticking up, missing one shoe, and cigarette in mouth, badass Nevada Madison couldn't look any more suave. "I'll have you know," the Galliard murmurs,"That there was some miscommunication involved."

Rotem snickers. "I'll get the lighting done, Don't you worry, okay? Leave it to me." a smile spreads across his lips as he walks over towards Nevada again. "Anyways, Walkers are next on M'list. And we already did the Talons." he slips down into the pew beside Bernie, putting down the lightbulbs from Yi.

"I'll just bet," Bernie replies, all innocence, and grins again, rummaging in her bag again. She quickly finds the recently replaced (and still rather crushed) box of cigarettes, and switching to a smaller pocket to find the lighter. That's quicker; cigarettes you don't need too often, but a lighter, that's handy.

"OK. Glass Walkers. Tribe Rotem toach.. ah. That is, Tribe totem Roach." Nevada speaks as he crosses the church, hunting about the pews. "Glass Walkers. They city wolfs, like us. But they the high class ones. They usually got beaucoups of cash. Lot of 'em pretend to be business types, an' as we get more hi-tech, so do they. Just like Roach, they adapt an' survive in the city." The Galliard's voice gets muffled as he leans over to snatch a bag off the floor, cigarette in his mouth as he digs a few clothes out of it. He begins to change out of his wet clothes as he talks. "Gnawers an' Walkers all used to get along fine, them wit' the upper class stuff, us wit' the lower. We had some tension gone between us, tho', in the 390s... ah, 1930s, wit' the Great Depression an all. I ain't met so many Glass Walkers... that I know of, but in these Last Days, I think we get along just fine. Or at least ya'd hope, right." He begins buttoning his jeans, kicking his sloughed-off wet clothes under a pew with a squishy noise. "Thas' better. So tell me 'bout your light-gettin' plan, Green. What kine shit you up to?"

Bernie studiously Does Not Watch Nevada changing, turning a bit to light her cigarette, then focusing on replacing the paraphernalia within her bag. She does listen closely to his words, though.

Rotem shakes his head softly. "Nu uh." a pause before continuing, "You'll find out like everyone else. Oh, and nice drawls." he grins softly, "What about the Windy Go dudes?"

"Sorta like we found out about the, y'know, Allie oral sex thing?" Nevada's tone hasn't changed. He's blowing out smoke as he shrugs a shirt on.

Rotem sighs and shakes his head. "Hey, Leave me alone. Yi gave me this job, and I'll set it up. Let me do it my way, okay?" this is Rotem's way of saying, 'I don't have it worked out yet.'

Bernie blushes slightly at Nevada's question, and stays completely out of the whole discussion for the time being. She exhales a breath of smoke into the air, and regards the shapes it forms with more interest than they really deserve.

Rotem seems slightly angry as he snatches the cig from Bernie. "You're my age. You don't need cancer sticks." he growls and crushes out the remaining length. "I don't care how c-cool you think it makes you." another loud growl is heard from Rotem now.

Nevada's eyes never focus on anything for long, but when they fasten on Rotem, they stay. His eyes are very cold. "Then you do it," he says. "Bernie goes wit' ya. I trust her -- an' she can do whateva the fuck, aite. In case you haven't noticed.. we don't get sick like humans do. We don't live nearly as fuckin' long eitha." His eyes break from the Ahroun cub, shifting off into space as he swipes his marlboros off the pew. He tucks two cigarettes behind his ear before he tosses the pack to Bernie. "You kids gonna be good while I'm gone." It's not a question.

Bernie blinks, startled, and then laughs. "Dude," she remarks, "th' only way I'm gonna be 'cool' 's if y'keep me inna meat locker. I jus' like a smoke once in a while. Chill." She catches the pack out of the air, and flashes a grin to the Galliard. "Hey, thanks...." They slip into her bag, and she adds to Rotem, "..an' act'ly, I do b'lieve I'm =older='n you. Same age 's Chia, last I heard." She waves to the latter, "anyway, guess you're 'bandonin' us, huh? Man, an' we still got tribes galore t' go. Have fun anyhow. Avoid th' hoses."

Rotem looks to Bernie and then Nevada, "Ok, she can come, but only if she knows its /my/ project and I descide what goes. She descides what not to do because I'm being hardheaded, but I descide what we do, do."

Bernie shoots Rotem a look. "Please. Don't do me any favours. Y'got any clue how much shit I got t' do already, without babysittin' you?" She shakes her head slightly.

Rotem growls softly and then sighs. "Ok, I'm sorry Burns. I just wanna do something /good/ and g-get the credit for it. I need to score some p-points with the big guy. You don't.

Nevada rolls his eyes. "Whateva. Bottom line is. Don't get yo ass arrested. I'll be pissed. I'm pissed already. I'm a fuckin stick a dynamite what ganna go off." He huffs smoke as he steps into his shoes, heading out. He pauses by the door, seems to consider something. ~Bunny,~ he says, quieter now, and despite the growl there's less threat in his voice. ~Can I talk to you a second?~

Bernie blinks, tilting her head slightly, and nods, pushing up to her feet. ~Yeah, a'ight,~ she replies, making a face at the sensation of forcing those sounds through her homid throat, ~here, outside? 'sup?~

Rotem shakes his head. "I'll step out, you two talk." he opens one of the doors. "I got work to do." he then waves to Nevada and Bernie. "God its nice to be free."

Nevada affords Rotem the briefest of nods, his attention fastened on Bernie as he turns around.

Rotem opens one of the double doors at the back of the church, leaving for the streets.

Bernie doesn't sit again, but does lean against the pew, tilting her head curiously at Nevada. "'sup?" she queries again, in her normal voice.

"So he knows the tongue. So do you. It's all good." Nevada fiddles with the shortening end of his cigarette. "Ah. I need t'ask you a favor, tho', Discount chick. Next time y'see Alicia, can you tell her I says I'm sorry?" He gestures vaguely. "Fa shit."

Bernie smirks. "Yeah, I got it down 'nough t' sound just 's unedjimacated in crinos as homid, now," she remarks, sounding oddly proud of the fact, as well as amused. "So, yeah, sure I c'n pass on th' message, only I'm also gonna be all nosy an' go, which shit?" She looks genuinely curious, as if she's surprised to hear there are any wrongs still requiring apologies.

Nevada's eyes start to slip away. "Which shit," he repeats, nodding absently,"As opposed to like, warlock shit, or bat shit. Or ape shit." His attention snaps back. "Yeah. Uh. Which shit. You know Alicia... pretty good?" Not often can this werewolf's expression be read so easily as now: Madison, you dick. You're making your messenger a Ragabash?

"Should hope so," said Ragabash replies levelly, with a slight smile, "seein' as she's onea my two best friends, an' vice versa, last I checked..." She pushes a curl back behind her ear; it leaps back out as though it were auditioning for Olympic track and field.

Nevada nods his head absently, looking away. "Ah. Thas' good then. 'licia's good t'have as a friend." He shakes his head, blowing out the last of the smoke from his dead marlboro. "I.. just shit, y'know? Nothin major. Not now anyways. I just fuck up sometimes." The Galliard snorts, smiles wanly. "A lot. But hey. Gotta keep this bad influence thing goin on, right." He heads out, walking backwards at first before he starts to turn. "I seen that prositute there for six months now," he says, and when he speaks, his voice is quiet, low, and resonates within the rotting church. "Redheaded one. Today I tried to talk to her.. she got confused, scared I guess. Grabbed the nearest weapon.. which were a water hose, sad to say. Maybe if I bring her the bus ticket persn'lly, she'll understand better this time. It's a hard life.. what she's doing out there. All for the money. Nowhere to go, nobody for her, nothin to do. Just strangers. Some may be old, some may be young. Men. Women. That's her life, right there, probably payin' off drugs which is gonna kill her anyway. So I'm gonna scrap up what I got left, get that Greyhound ticket f'a her. Maybe she'll take it.. maybe she won't. If she wants, it can be her escape. Jay was mine. Have a nice day, Bernice, and thank you."

Bernie nods slowly. "I know," she replies, "...'s gooda ya, y'know? Hope she accepts, an' all. An' yeah, like I said. 'course I'll tell 'lish. Though, I dunno why y'don't tell her yourself...? Anyway... g'luck. Seeya later, yeah?"