Little Tim nods again, but he pushes a hand through his dense mohawk in thought. "Well, sounds cool, K, it does. But," he says, "I'd plan on givin' some more pushes after the Hope thing. Kin here don't always seem so good at workin' together on their own, know what I mean?"

Kaz says, in tones of one who would know, "Shit yeah. I mean, f'a challenge, that's one thing, but I figure, I want this fuckin' momentum t'last. B'cause it's great t'have Kin, like, bailin' each other out--" she seems to mean this literally -- "But it'd be nice to have, like, people workin' t'gether f'a common goal."

Anneka pulls her legs up with the thump of an odd shoe-heel and wraps her arms about them. She's skinny enough that she could likely rest her chin against them comfortably, though she doesn't right then. She glances back at Max, around Kaz, her smile turning up a notch. It is not, by all accounts, a fully employed Anneka smile, but given the circumstances it's sunny enough. She nods. "Gettin' lots of people to do stuff t'gether is hard, but once it's goin'-- y'can keep goin', easier."

Max drags her gaze from Anneka back to Tim -- whom she does not hit again -- and regards him thoughtfully. "Izzit like catfight city or somethin'?"

The alley door opens, admitting another pack member. Hey, that's probably a quorum! At any rate, Bernie slips in, glancing around in slight surprise at the number of people actually here. "Hey! 'sup, y'all?" she queries, fairly cheerfully.

Kaz, perched on the stage somewhat near Anneka, brightens still further as Bernie appears. "Stomper! Hey! Where you been?"

Max catches Anneka's smile and winks back at the cub before she calls a 'Burn!' across the auditorium in greeting.

Bernie grins and sweeps a quick, silly bow at the assemblage. "Been 'round -- sleepin' yesterday," a faintly sheepish expression crosses her face, with that, "am' mostly plannin' shit t'day. Which I maybe wanna chat with somea y'all 'bout when y'got time... an' now I'm here! Rejoice an' make merry." A true grin, then, as she reaches the rest of the group.

Anneka sits up a bit more, looking out across the rows of empty chairs to Bernie as she draws into view. The smile gets bigger, and the cub waves. "Hey, hi!" Then she stops, looks down at the floor below, then at the edge of the stage. A light goes on. She slips down to the floor, and darts over to where her skateboard's perched on a ratty seat, the lone member of the theater's audience. She scoops it up and looks back at the stage. "Um-- too big a curb," she decides.

Kaz thumps her heels against the stage. "Oh, b'lieve you me, I am. An' you wanna know /why/ I am? Because Elan has finally gotten off his butt."

Max offers, unhelpfully, "You get 'nough duct tape 'n you can get the kin all rounded up real quick." The darkness in her eyes remains but it is accompanied now by a faintly capricious glimmer.

Bernie blinks, and then her grin widens. "He fin'ly gave you th' fuckin' challenge? Kickass! So whatcha gotta do?" She finds a place on the edge of the stage to perch herself.

Max scooches along the edge of the stage until her knee (of the leg not dangling off the stage) presses against Kaz's side. Then she fishes something out of her pocket and tosses it over to Bernie. It looks small and rubber. Anneka and her board then earn Max's attention. "Show us some'a your moves, chica."

Max pages: One of those rubber-tacky frogs you can throw up against a wall and they slowly 'crawl' downward because they're stickyish.
Max pages: a 'gift'. :)

Kaz explains, "Well, see, I gotta get th' City Kin all organized t'do somethin' f'the City. Help t'mend the walls b'tween us a little. He wasn't real specific, although he suggested either gettin' the Fountain fixed or mebbe some big bash feedin' th' homeless." She tilts a glance at Bernie. "I figured, th' Fountain, they don' gotta do--" this is almost a question, oddly -- "But we could mebbe get 'em goin' on a big ass fundraisin' bash f'th' Regan Hope Project, yeah?"

Anneka sets her skateboard down on the floor and steps up. With a gentle nudge, she starts rolling down the inclined center aisle, towards the stage. She's got her hands in her pockets, her eyes set on the stage's edge, on Max, specifically. The cub grins and leans into a faint turn, making it wider, the straight path down the aisle turning into something with curves. Her eyes start to drift along the stage, questing.

Max watches, impressed or intrigued or both. She lifts the knee that nudged Kaz and sets her chin on it as she watches, the toes of her boot sliding a little under Kaz's leg.

Bernie catches the little rubbery item, and giggles as she looks it over. "Thanks," she says, beaming at Max as she slips it into her pocket, and then responds to Kaz, though Anneka's skating has her visual attention, "...feedin' th' homeless sounds good t' me..."

Anneka finds what she's looking for-- A shallow step. She crouches down on the board, eyes focused more on what's ahead, than what's coming up quick, then just before the drop does something quick with her feet-- Her left slides back towards the board's center, her right drops to its tail and pushes, hard. There's the faint bark of scuffed rubber against aged carpet, and the cub's aloft. An ollie, is what it is, though in the midst of it she does something that makes the board roll under her, like a fish. By the time it has completed its turn, her feet are on it again, and she's landing with a 'whuf', knees bending to absorb the force of the floor's blow.

Kaz nods, as if this firmed something up in her mind. "Cool." Her leg rises slightly, to let Max's foot further under it. "I think th' guy runnin' it, he's Kin himself. So I'll run th' idea past him, get ideas offa him..." She leans into Max slightly, watching Anneka.

Anneka's got a huge grin going as she rolls down the aisle, nudging the board's tail down as she squeaks to a halt, near the stage. She perches there, one foot near the board's nose, pointing up.

Max wolfwhistles, then announces. "Roadshark, morelike."

Anneka grins at Max. "I've been lookin' for a skatepark /everywhere/. You can do really crazy stuff with pipes."

Bernie laughs, and applauds the cub, looking suitably impressed. "Damn," she comments admiringly, with no further elabouration, and then looks to Kaz, nodding. "Sounds peachy... this bein' a challenge, resta us barred from bein' helpful?"

Kaz says, quietly, "Yow," and gives her a thumb's up. "Nope," she responds to Bernie, quickly. "Elan, he said," and her voice takes on his intonation for a moment, "As long as you are the main mover and shaker, you may have aid." Her voice falls back into her own tones. "So, y'know, if y'all happen to run into random Kin... I would in no way say no t'y'all tellin' them stuff."

Anneka hefts the skateboard up onto the stage, then pulls herself up after it. "Oof." She sits there, looking over at the others, legs dangling off the edge.

Bernie grins. "Noted," she replies, before the grin suddenly dims considerably, into a worried look. "Speakin' of kin. Y'find Jesus? He okay and all, not, like, roomin' with some guy named Bubba?"

Kaz's own smile is gone, just like that. "I ain't seen him. But we got a lawyer for him, for when I do see him, so we can get him out on bail in a jiff."

Max drops her head forward and sets her forehead on her drawn-up knee, her hair falling around her face.

Bernie bites her bottom lip, and nods. "A'ight, then. He wasn' at home when I went by, but he coulda been anywhere, y'know?" She stretches a little, running a hand through her curls, and adjusts her seat on the edge of the stage. "Mm. In other news, I think what we need's some LSD." She says that matter-of-factly, if a tad absently.

Kaz blinks. "You plannin' a good party or somethin'?"

Anneka sets her skateboard on her lap, upside-down, and rolls the wheels about, her gaze falling down to them, her face drawing towards an absent expression.

Bernie looks startled a second, then laughs, blushing slightly. "Sorry. Jumped too far in th' traina thought without stoppin' at th' station. No, for th' Alien Abduction... not for =us=." She giggles again, shaking her head. "From th' research I was doin' it looked like th' best bet t' pull it off, 'cause th' lit'rature says th' surroundin's can influence th' hallucinations, so y'oughta be able t' set up proper influences... yeah?"

Kaz blinks slowly. "So make it look like an alien ship, an' get some poor fucker high an' toss him in?"

Matt slouches into the auditorium in his work uniform, rucksack over his shoulder. He looks beat down, and wet. or has been wet, anyway. Noting the group, he makes his way down front, then plops unceremoniously and without comment into a chair, sticking his feet out to rest on the heels.

Anneka looks up from the board and over at Bernie. She giggles faintly. "Aliens?" That's got the cub's attention, though her fingers keep twirling the board's wheels about. Her hands are getting smudged, quickly, but she doesn't seem to notice.

"Bas'cly," Bernie replies, with a quick nod. "Plus a couple-fewa us dressed as aliens, an', y'know, th' relevant kina shit..." She makes a face, "...I dunno how I feel 'bout th' whole 'probing' concept but, y'know, 's traditional an' all..." She trails off as Matt enters, and brightens a bit, a good portion of her earlier grin returning. "Hey!" she greets him, before adding, with a blink, "y'look... moist."

Kaz says, slowly, "I dunno, Bern, I'm willin' a kill a few cows, but frankly, I ain't into rapin' strangers."

Bernie wrinkles her nose, looking over to Kaz, and nods. "Yeah. 'zactly. I keep thinkin', maybe just a =tad= overkill, y'know?" she replies, somewhat dry. "I'm tryin' t' find th', whatsit... more positive descriptions of abductions? Try an' avoid excessive trauma, an' all."

Matt nods, absently. "Oi 'ad ta kill one o' th' line cooks. Fookin' Ravi hit me wif a hose."

Kaz blinks a little. "Ain't that a bit of an extreme reaction f'just gettin' you wet?"

Anneka blinks twice and wrinkles her freckled nose a bit, her smile dropping again, like a pair of drooped ears. She glances at Kaz then to Bernie-- then to Matt.

Max eventually pushes to her feet and follows after Tim, off the stage and, presumably, downstairs.

Bernie pauses too. It =is= half-moon. But still. She tilts her head, looking over to the Fianna. "Kill bein' figurative, one hopes?"

Anneka sits up abruptly, those figurative ears perking up as quickly as they'd fallen. She tucks the skateboard under her arms and darts out amongst the clusters of ruined seats until she can find a window to look through, to see the moon. "It is, it is!" She looks at the door, then back to the others. "I've /gotta/ go. Got somethin' to do!"

Matt waves a hand nonchalantly. "Oh no. tore 'im into chunks an' put 'em in a linen bag. Th' new pitch was quite impressed."

Kaz snorts quietly. "Uh-huh." She sounds vaguely amused. She tilts her head at Anneka. "This the kinda thing you can have company on?"

Bernie grins a little, shifting postiion. "Should think so. Def'nitely showin' management potential an' prollem-solvin' ingenuity, that."

Anneka beams, almost hopping in place. "Caern! Gotta go!"

Anneka rushes back towards the stage, skidding to a halt not far from Kaz. Perhaps she means to tug the Galliard along.

Matt looks up. "Caern?"

Kaz, immediately, hops off the stage and follows after Anneka. "See y'all around..."

Bernie half-smiles, shaking her head. "I feel so 'bandoned...." She pushes off the edge of the stage herself, and stretches.

Anneka grins. "Uh-huh. Wanted t'see it when it was-- now." She waves to Bernie and Matt, glancing over to Kaz before heading off towards the exit.

Kaz shrugs expressively at Bernie, and heads out after the cub.

Matt shrugs. "Much th' same, but philodox."

Bernie waves back to the cub, and gives Matt a confused look. "...what is?" she asks, wandering over toward his chair.

Matt shrugs again, too tired to make himself any less obtuse. "The caern, now."

Bernie ahs, and nods. She offers a hand. "C'mon... we c'n go getcha outta those wet clothes? Seein' as everyone else's run off anyhow..."

Matt takes the offered hand and allows himself to be pulled to his feet. "Aye. A shower. Some jim, maybe. Bo peep."

Bernie nods. "All good things," she agrees, retaining the hand and leading him toward the door. "Oughta automatically improve th' entire world, y'know?"