Dena is currently pacing around one of the benches, lost in thought.

Little Bear is hanging around the fountain itself, looking a bit like a homeless person with his wild tangle of loose hair and frayed clothes. He sits on the edge, watching Dena pace.

John arrives with a sack in hand - slung over one shoulder - but no sign of the van. He stalks quietly towards the sewer manhole, by the fountain, and the two other Garou.

Bernie comes half-jogging in, bouncy and slightly short of breath, though she recovers quickly as she joins the group. She greets them with a light wave, and, directed to John, "Hey. Kaz can't make it, there's been a li'l weird activity t'day an' she's gotta patrol."

Dena gives John a polite sort of nod, and glances at his sack. Still pacing, she gives Bernie a small smile. "Hullo."

Little Bear watches Bernie bounce in with thinly disguised appreciation, folding his arms. He glances at John as she speaks.

John grimaces briefly at Bernie's news, and shrugs, rubbing a hand over his face. "Would've been nice to have more people. Was thinking of two parties tonight. With four of us here, and going deeper than before... I dunno if that's such a good idea." He's still moving towards the others, and as he gets closer, starts to look at the manhole. "Democracy time. My opinion is that splitting into two groups is pretty close to suicide, even with an Adren bruiser. If you want to, though, I'm willing to go with only Little Bear watching my back."

Dena shrugs. "I can't know. Haven't been down there. I'm willing to have Bernie's back, but wouldn't this be better in a situation where we've all been down before?"

Little Bear nods. "I think we should stay together. Banecruncher just died, and he'd been down there before. No telling what we might run into."

Bernie flashes a quick smile of greeting to Dena and Little Bear, but it dims into uncertainty at the question. "Pers'nally, I'm not quite ready for suicide yet. An' yeah, there's last time, an' all. So. I think one group's maybe wisest."

John shakes his head a little, hefting the sack and then easing it gently to the ground. "Four of us may be suicide, anyway, since we're getting closer. Still. Someone gets hurt, we can pull out. No heroes today. We still haven't got a clue about those electricity banes, but I'm thinking I'll try shooting one, if we see one, tonight." Opening the sack, he starts to pull out the converted flashlights. "Physical laws /should/ apply more heavily in the realm..."

Dena stops pacing. "Electricity? As in, need to-be-grounded electricity?"

Little Bear glances at Dena. "As in kill you electricity." He takes one of the flashlights from John.

Bernie nods at Dena. "Yeah, like I told you 'bout when I saw ya at the Caern an' ate mosta your lunch, 'member? An' no, I still di'n' come up with anythin' better'n rubber soles," she adds, lifting one cheap-sneaker clad foot.

Dena objects, "You only ate half of it," but nods. She's also wearing sneakers, today. "This should be... Less than a cinch, then." She takes a flashlight.

John shrugs again, pulling out a little, remote-controlled toy car. He smiles wryly, tapping it lightly and wiggling it towards Little Bear. "For luck." he notes, and drops it back into the sack, before fiddling with a flashlight of his own. "Bernie, you know how to install these, right? Let the rest of us just watch your back?"

Little Bear flashes a rare smile at John, then glances at Bernie and her rubber-soled shoes.

Dena looks mystified.

Bernie nods, running a hand through her curls, also looking less than enlightened by the business with the car, but doesn't ask, for now. Maybe later. "Yeah, I've been installation crew few times now, I c'n do that. No problem."

John straightens up, and hoists the sack again. "Okay. Little Bear - you want to take rearguard again, or let me do that while you hold the light and tools and shit for Bernie?" He looks to Dena. "Like you in front."

Dena murmurs, "I had rather expected to, yes."

Little Bear nods. "I'll take rear, yah."

John shrugs again, and then nods to the manhole. "File in, then. Dena, Bernie, myself, Little Bear. Move backwards and shit, LB, keep the light steady, don't bother trying to see without it, in hispo. We don't have enough people for someone to shine for you."

Dena says, "There enough room for crinos, or should I keep to glabro?"

Little Bear nods to John, bringing up the rear.

Bernie takes a deep breath, and then exclaims brightly, "Okay! Last one down th' manhole's... well, Li'l Bear, act'ly. Doesn' have quite th' same ring as th' egg thing..." She moves toward the hole, waiting to follow Dena in.

John nods to Dena. "Glabro. No room for Crinos. You won't be able to move."

Dena nods, and heads in, shifting as she goes.

[Under Harbor Park]

Dena moves extremely warily, even in the already-lit portions of the tunnels.

Now out of sight of the general public, Bernie shifts up to Glabro. Easier to reach the ceiling for the lights, and she still remembers when she did it in homid. Her eyebrows have barely grown back.

Little Bear keeps an ear cocked for noise from the rear and keeps the flashlight trained on the group in front of him, shifting into glabro.

John stays in homid for the time being, hoisting the sack and shining his flashlight around a little, before looking over his shoulder to Little Bear. "Watch your back, not us. Dena's watching us. I'm watching Bernie. Bernie's watching what she's doing. Let's keep it nice and tight. I'm not happy with this number of people."

As the quartet climbs down into the sewers, they are greeted by the fairly bright lights still burning at the base of the ladder. Up towards the north, sounds of dripping water echo throughout the tunnels. Occasionally, one of the lights further up the tunnel flickers and blinks before burning steadily again. Not all of the lights seem to still be lit, though--there are a couple of gaps in the light.

Leonard nods to John and keeps an eye and his light trained behind him, occasionally checking the ceiling.

Dena keeps fairly close to Bernie as they move down the tunnel.

Bernie glances toward the first of the missing lights, as she gets the first one ready. "We wanna start with replacin' th' ones we've lost?" she asks.

John nods curtly. "Yep. Quick check all of them, though. Quick check wiring and clean 'em out, if need be. If it's looking pretty beat-up for whatever reason, replace. Got nearly a dozen in the sack, so it shouldn't be too bad. Basic maintenance. Lets look after what we've got."

Dena waits, as Bernie goes about repairs, coiled, watching.

The group makes their way towards the north relatively slowly, checking the wiring and the lights themselves in the bright--yet still sometimes flickering--lights installed earlier. The wiring is decent, but obviously hasn't been upgraded in quite some time. Most of the lights are still burning brightly, at least until the group gets to the first one that's actually burned out, and Bernie starts to unscrew the LED array itself.

Bernie removes the light from the socket carefully, stepping back toward a better lit section to examine the light itself for damage.

John just keeps the light steady for Bernie, shifting his shoulders a little, with the sack over one. Keeping it quiet.

Nemo pages: The light itself shouldn't've gone out after this short length of time; it looks like there was a bit of a short someplace in the array.

Bernie hmms, and holds the light out to John. "Looks like it had a short. D'you've somewhere we c'n tote it it won't get mixed with th' workin' ones? We c'n maybe salvage it, only now an' here's prolly not a good place t' work on it. Meanwhile I'll jus' put a new one in there."

John hands up a new one. "Use the lights, take our time to pull out working ones. I'll put it in the bottom of the sack. If we're needing to be in a hurry... we're needing to pull out. That's what this is about."

There's the echoing sound of dripping from the north, and the faint sound of crickets to the south and west, as the sewer opens up onto the river. The musty, somewhat fetid smell is unpleasant at best, sometimes rising up to annoying for a moment before letting up again. There's barely a trickle of water down at the bottom of the sewer, reflecting the recent lack of rain.

Dena remains watchful, even as John and Bernie converse. This is not something she participates in, whatsoever.

Leonard seems relieved at the lack of water, playing his light over the walls of the tunnel as he keeps an eye on the rear.

Bernie nods. "'s what I was suggestin'," she remarks, and turns to install the replacement. She's gotten a little quicker at it after the last few sessions, but not too much; speed rarely lends itself to care.

To the north, another couple of lights blink off, then back on, as Bernie screws the LED array into the socket carefully.

Dena focuses her light to the north, but stays mostly near Bernie, apparently taking this protection duty seriously.

John lets his eyes fall to the watched tunnel up ahead. Frowning slightly at the flickering, he tenses a little and goes back to watching where he's keeping his light.

Leonard obediently keeps his eyes on the way back, light playing along the tunnel to keep his interest.

As Dena's light sweeps the tunnel to the north, it passes over a patch that refuses to be lit--rather, that one patch seems to absorb the light falling on it. It's an irregular patch, os it might just be a trick of an irregular bit of tunnel, rather than anything supernatural. Lights to the north blink again, a rapid off-on switch.

Bernie finishes the installation, heralded by a beam of light from the newest array. Brushing her hands off on her pants, and looks to John for the next one before continuing down the path.

Dena leaves the light on that patch of darkness, warily, as she moves.

Upon seeing the patch of darkness, John grunts authoritively, "Right. Darkness bane. Possibly a corrupted light elemental. Can be ugly fuckers, but if you keep the light on them, it seems to weaken them. Hispo for claws, if it attacks." His voice is fast and low to get the point across quickly, and the beam from his flashlight is aimed towards the north, too, now.

Leonard glances over his shoulder at the word 'bane' but forces himself to keep an eye on the rear. "Nothing back here that I can see."

Dena stiffens, just slightly, and keeps the light trained there, her movements, not that they ever were all /that/ casual, more economical now, warier.

The dark patch doesn't seem to lessen much, despite any change in angle of the light, though nor does it increase. The light nearest it blinks, and the patch is gone again, the lights shining as normal on the spot of wall that was formerly dark. Once again, the lights blink, but this time they all blink at the same time, off-on.

Dena says, warily, "It's turned into a neon sign. Anyone have exterminator ideas?"

Bernie shakes her head, as she takes the next light, and looks for the next open socket. "I dunno... 'sides what John said. But I really wanna get more'n twoa these up, this time, 'f we c'n possibly manage it..."

John shrugs and grunts, "Your guess is as good as mine. Keep doing what we're doing? My guess is an electricity bane's around the corner or something. I /think/ they're the ones that fuck with the lights. If we're attacked... we're attacked."

Dena says, "Mmmp," and forges onward, peering briefly if intently at the place the darkness disappeared into as she makes sure to guard Bernie's installations.

Two sockets to the north is the next light that is no longer working, and the group stops there cautiously to exchange arrays once again. The area around the unlit array is dim and shadowed, with some light cast by the lights to the immediate north and south, but no light from overhead. It's hear an opening, however, and the faintest sliver of silver moonlight wedges its way into the dank sewer.

John continues to keep his eyes on what Dena should be, and keeping the light on Bernie's progress - diving his attention. Sure, he trusts her...

Bernie stays suitably behind her protectors, as planned, but forges on toward the socket, looking determined. One down. No fewer than one to go, dammit, not if she has anything to say about it, anyway.

Dena doesn't pause at this moonlight, merely does what she's there for and guards just past the socket.

Once again, the previous array comes out easily enough, and Bernie pauses to examine the old light before starting on the new. Proclaiming it to be fixable, she gives it to John to add to his growing collection of lights that need fixing and starts to screw in a new one. This time, though, as the new light touches the socket, there's a spark and a loud *pop!* that knocks her down and back a little. Miraculously, she's still holding onto the LED array, but the socket now has little black sparks playing all over it.

Dena, the front guard, resolutely ignores this and focuses forward, but it's a tough struggle, as her back can attest.

Leonard keeps his head half-turned towards what's going on behind him, one ear cocked, as his eyes scan the tunnel in front of him.

John frowns, and glares at the sparks. Shifting up into glabro, he lets an eye flick to Bernie for a moment, before looking back to the socket. And the rest of the wall. "Bernie?" he asks tentatively, but gruffly. He lowers the sack and reaches into his jacket for one of his guns, immediately after. The light stays on the socket.

Bernie oofs as she lands, losing a breath of air, and winces before pushing back up to her feet. "Well, fuck," she mutters, as she rises, then, "..'m 'kay. Light seems t' be, too. See anythin' up there?" As she asks, she moves in a little, peering toward the socket.

[...scene called on account of gone-Nemo and need for sleep. It was assumed we concluded without incident.]