It is roughly nine thirty in the morning and the sun has come up to melt away the frost upon the ground. A small heat wave is rumored to pass through real briefly to push the temp into nearly sixty degrees, which no one is going to complain about. A hint of fog is still in the air and surrounding the old train yard turned into a homeless shelter. In the Gaian safehouse, one can hear a guitar being played and the stunning voice of Alicia pouring out. "Lost and defeated but still I stand - my heart in pieces will beat again. There is a story written in the stars - that makes it worth it just to bare these scars. Left foot forward, and then my right. It's not over because I still got fight. You get that feeling when you cross that line - like it was worth it just to take what's mine. Brave enough to be broken! Can't see but still going!" The guitar picks up a bit and her voice rips out, "I threw my heart. in the fire! I never fallen from hiiiigher! But I'm still here!"

Felix leans up against the edge of the doorframe, listening and waiting for what feels like a moment his knock will be audible; it requires a little prescience, but if you know enough songs it's not hard to guess what they're likely to do, even if you haven't heard that precise one before. So, in a brief moment of quiet between chords and words, there's a good firm knock, interrupting.

"I've been through pain but I'm still alive -- walked through the flames to the other side. You got the feeling when you cross that line, like it was worth it to take what's mine. Brave enough to be broken ... " Alicia gives a pause at the knock, glancing over to him with a nod of her head. The guitar is shifted to her back. "Sup?"

Felix flashes the elder Galliard a grin. "Nice playin'. I got a little bit of information to pass on; Nick said it'd be useful to you. Said you were aimin' to Dreamspeak the DJ-Spiral from the club the other night. Now, I dunno just how much you need for that, but I can give you what I got so far."

Alicia gives a long stretch of her body, then ambles to the kitchen. "Sure, give me what you got. You want something to eat?" She asks as if she already knows the answer as she opens up the fridge.

"If I say no they revoke my membership card," Felix replies, following along, and leaning up against a counter once they get there. "So thanks, yeah. Anyway. What I got so far is he goes by Blue. Just Blue. Ain't no one I can find seems to know him as anything else; the club's payin' him cash under the table any night he spins so I don't reckon even they do. He's been doin' nights here an' there for 'em for about a month. Ain't a regular... yet. Gettin' decent crowds, though, so could change. There's people seen him around since a bit before that, sayin' he's attached to the Spiral Revolution protests, which ain't a shocker, or at least real up with 'em, bringin' it up more nights than the one we were there for. Some folks don't like it, as you'd expect, but seems like plenty of 'em are enjoyin' it. Now, might be they just happen to care about the parts that're actually true, but might be somethin' else goin' on there as well." He tilts his head a moment, thinking. "That's about it, I s'pose."

"A name I can work with. I am going to hit up the club later this week on one of the nights he spins. I can take care of myself and I got a big fucking unicorn following me around if shit goes sideways. I want to get a good look at his face so that when I hit him up in the dreams, I can make it a lot easier." Alicia rubs at her nose gently in thought, then takes out some eggs from the fridge and shredded cheese. Omelette time. "Spiral dancers make sense in which they are being main components of the revolution. The spirals painted on the walls are activated talens from what I can see. So they have to be the one to paint them. Fomori or regular people can't. It does not work that way. So we have to assume that whoever puts it up is one of us."

"...talens, huh?" Felix says, mulling that over, "Is it the spray paint that's technically the thing, then? I was thinkin' maybe it'd be a rite they were doin', but I'm a lot more familiar with rites'n talens. Anyway, glad that's enough name to be goin' on with. And yeah, like I said -- bein' attached to the revolution thing ain't a shocker, bein' as Dancers're pushin' it an' it ain't like he was bein' =subtle= about promotin' it the other night." He looks distinctly annoyed about some part of that last bit, though he shakes his head and it passes. "I'd volunteer to keep you company, but ain't no doubt they'd know me if they saw me again." He sounds a bit proud of that, even if it does put a crimp in his current clubbing. A slight pause, and he offers, "You want me to do anythin' to help with that? You'd hafta tell me what, I can't cook for shit, but I'm willin'."

"Come with me anyways." Alicia grins towards him. "Start your own revolution. A dance dance revolution if I heard correct?" With a toss of her hair over her shoulder, she cracks some eggs into a pan and puts it over the stove. "I am assuming it has to be a talen. I don't think they even have to draw a spiral. It must be in the paint. They activate a spirit inside the paint after it is bound, then they spray it on the walls. Talens are designed to be quick effects, right? It is why you can incite a mob so quick when you get a bunch of people at once staring at the symbol. The fact they are using a spiral is to give us the finger and create fear." She starts to scrape the eggs about, deciding on scrambled instead. A more aggressive way to make eggs. "And if you can't cook for shit, then take a seat at the table instead."

Felix grins back, pleased. "That'd be the one," he confirms, "...and if you ain't worried about them seein' you around me blowin' your cover, well, people been at me for years to listen to my elders." He gives her a light temple-flick of a salute at that last instruction, and heads over to the table in question, pulling out a chair to drop into. "'spose I can't blame 'em for usin' it to give us the finger. I would, if I was them. Hey, the others said usually they set off frenzies by proximity. D'you happen to know how close you gotta get?"

"You know what the bad guys look like, I don't, so I need someone on the inside with me to point them out to me. As a Galliard, you and I can utilize our gifts of speaking in each other's mind as well to communicate non-verbally to draw less attention." Alicia pours the cheese on and starts to mix it about the eggs, then flips it on to a plate and puts it in front of him. "And .. I think you just need to make close contact with the spiral. It does not always work, those with a strong fortitude can hold off the effects, but I also think if you /know/ what you are getting into ahead of time, you can condition yourself. I am guessing in the wind of course, but it makes sense. Dakota may have more insight."

"Works for me," Felix says, nodding. "But for the quick overview, in case you didn't get it already, there were three of 'em. The DJ, he's got his hair dyed bright fuck-off blue, cut a little shaggy, was wearin' a sideways baseball cap. Looks as stupid on him as anyone. There's a chick, skinny brunette who goes for sheer, an' I mean REAL sheer, even in the club that was the kinda thing you notice. Third guy's tall, got a real pig-like nose, don't seem real bright. Pretty sure he's takin' his orders from the others." He throws in some other details, I expect, but since I don't have them, I don't! "An' yeah, I know 'skinny brunette not wearin' much' ain't gonna narrow it down that far, but I'll letcha know which one when we see her." He nods slowly to the idea of forewarned being, as they say, forearmed.

"Yeah, I got all of that from Salem the other day. I have a meeting with Thane about this since those spirals rolled into his territory and he is none too happy. With him bound to the Bawn as Warder, he is most likely going to assign the take down of them to me. So, I will put together a plan and execute based on whatever data I can snag. I have Nick seeing if he can hack their security feed so we can get the data from the other day. I want to know what happens /after/ the club closes too."

Felix stretches and twists in the chair, getting what looks like unreasonably comfortable. "Awesome. Twice beats not at all. An' yeah, I reckon he wouldn't be. I ain't exactly thrilled with it myself an' it ain't THAT kinda my territory. So if you're gonna be runnin' this operation... don't forget us when it gets to Spiral-killin' time? Nick said he's got some kinda files from last time this shit was goin' on, mappin' where the glyphs showed up, I think. They were talkin' about makin' a new version, see if there's any answers there. Dunno if that kinda thing's any use to you or not, but it's data. Oh, and I think they're gonna ask Val to tail 'em an' see if we can't find where they're hidin' out."

"Dakota has some information in regards to the glyphs. They reconstructed the glyphs with a hologram if I recall and Dakota looked into it, saw some terrifying stuff. I will revisit that with her." Alicia says with a rub of her chin before she dumps some more eggs into the pan and starts to cook them up. "I also remember that when we destroy one glyph, another would pop up. They have invisible fomori who are psychically linked. So they know when one goes down, they pop up another to take it's place. That was the challenge we ran into last time."

Felix blinks. "With a hologram? Well, that's some sci-fi shit. I guess that woulda been the Walkers?" The other part gets a thoughtful nod. "Justin mentioned they were poppin' up new ones if an old one got destroyed, but no one said nothin' about invisible psychic Fomori. Wait, though, didn't you say if they're talens, Fomori couldn't activate 'em? Or d'you mean the Fomori are lettin' 'em know the old one's gone, and they're goin' out to set up the new one?"

"I did say that, didn't I? Interesting, huh? See the conundrum in that." Alicia grins in amusement. "It makes sense and does not make sense at the same time. Unless the Spirals are activating the paint cans and handing them off to troops on the ground to spray paint. That is what I was pondering at the time. But, these are pissing in the wind guesses. We do not have any type of real evidence. I /will/ tell you this. I encountered two of the spray painters and they were very strong, very fast. They were not spirals if I recall, but they were fomori. I chased them through the city and they escaped in the manholes which I dare not followed after. I tell you though I can out run most people, especially endurance. I am very fast and in great shape, and these two assholes looked like Usain Bolt in the olympics but they were hardly in peak physical shape."

"Huh," Felix agrees, turning the guesses and facts over in his head for a few moments. Thankfully, there's no sign of smoke. "Were you alone? 'cause if it was two to one an' they're real strong an' fast, kinda surprised they ran."

"Charlene was with me as well. I was using rooftops to chase and she was on the ground." Alicia says as she scoops her eggs on to her plate, then carries them to the table. "I was using the city running gift I just learned."

Felix nods; clearly fair odds makes Fomori fleeing much less unusual-seeming. "I love that gift," he says, giving her a grin as she approaches, "Never not fun. Or not yet, anyhow." He studies her for a moment. "So, you been doin' this a lot longer'n me. There particular gifts you'd say I oughta be tryin' to learn more'n others? Seems to me you end up usin' that Dreamspeak one a lot."

"It is a very invasive gift, dream speaking. I go into your dreams at night and I manipulate you into dreaming of specific things to uncover information. I can plant gentle seeds or I can really crank it up. The harder I push, the easier it is for me to be discovered if someone is wise to how dreams work. It is also quite scary at times. Walking the insanity dreams of a Spirals is difficult. Last time I saw a spiral cut off the head of a friend, then use her neck as a fuck stump." Alicia pops her fork into her mouth for a bite. "You can see dark things." She swirls the eggs about on her plate. "You want to know what my daughter dreams of?" She raises a brow at him.

Felix makes a face at the Spiral-dream -- how could he not? -- and then there's that question, and he raises a brow in return. "You go into her dreams? Shit, an' I thought folks gettin' into their kids' =diaries= was," he says, and whatever word he might've originally used gets changed to Alicia's smoothly enough that the adjustment would slip by most people, "invasive." He tilts his head slightly before asking, "...why? Did you wanna tell me?"

"I have no clue what my daughter dreams about. I was asking if /you/ wanted to know." Alicia turns it back around with ease as her grin touches the corners of her lips. "I have thought about it a few times, but then decided I would rather not be disappointed if I was to see something I perhaps should not have. I am hardly a helicopter parent but sometimes I wonder if I should be now that she is hanging out with you and your pack. Coyotes are nothing but trouble, or that is the assumption, yes?"

"Are there still more eggs over there, and d'you mind if I eat 'em, if there are? 'cause they smell real good," Felix says, and the reply to his question gets a small grin. "Well, fair enough. Then yeah, I'd =wanna= know what anyone dreams of, 'specially my friends, 'cause I'm kinda nosy. Ain't sayin' I'd go do it either, though. An' we ain't =nothin'= but trouble, there's other shit. Plus, mostly we're the fun kinda trouble. I dunno about the others, but I got references." Definitely at least mostly joking, although he goes a little more serious, studying her a few moments. "You want a real answer?"

"I know more than I let on, Felix. I would be a shitty Adren Galliard in charge of funneling all news between the Septs of the West Coast if I wasn't." Alicia says as she motions to the stove for the rest of the eggs. "Something to know as you rise up in rank. Be nosy, but also keep your eyes open and your mouth shut. Galliards are known to gossip and sometimes people will be scared to speak around us. Learn to discover non-verbal cues. The way eyes shift, head tilts, slumping postures, nervous anxiety in vocal tone."

Felix pushes up to get claim those eggs, with a, "Thanks." He finds himself a plate and fork, and dishes them up. With the particular cues she's mentioned, she may have noticed a fair number of head tilts and glances over their acquaintanceship, but his posture's quite good, even when he's lounging around, and there never seems to be nervous anxiety -- in tone or otherwise. "What makes you think I let on everything I know?" he asks, somewhat teasing, and returns to the table with his breakfast bounty. "...thanks. I'll keep that all in mind. 's surprising how many people just tell you shit if you tell 'em you're nosy, though." He has a bite of his eggs before saying, "Gonna give you one anyhow. I reckon hoverin'd go bad, but if you got some free time 'bout three to fiveish on a Friday mostly, or some Tuesdays, she might not totally hate it if you happened to hit up one of her games. 's just a thought."

"She has told me to not come to her games because me being there would embarrass her as she does not want boys hitting on me. I am only fifteen years older than her and I can pass for a hot older sister. Also, the last parent teacher conference I went to did not end up very well." Alicia says with a smirk on her face. "But, if she is happy for you to come to her games, then I am glad."

Felix half-smiles, and shrugs. "She more or less told me not to go 'cause she didn't want me hittin' boys. Or soccer moms. An' that I'd be bored. Ain't been too upset I did anyhow. 'course, I also ain't hit anyone. Quite. Yet. But, okay. Maybe some other kinda thing, then." He's still eating the eggs, at a reasonably swift pace, but he's not bad at keeping the food out of line of sight when he speaks. "So what were you like at her age, then?"

"What was I like at her age? I was raped by my step father, a lot. I watched him beat up my mother. I turned to drugs, joined the streets, joined a gang. Stole cars. Beat people up for money. Turned tricks on the street for cash. Would be in and out of jail until my first change." Alicia waves a hand in the air. "Then I was locked inside a barn out in the middle of the woods for the next six months as I went through rehab and Garou training."

There's a possibly somewhat odd lack of reaction to most of that, Felix continuing to eat. When she finishes, he says, "A lotta that sucks ass. That mostly ain't really what you were like, though. That's shit that happened to you an' some shit you did. Maybe does a lot to make us who we are, but it ain't actually who we are."

"No, that is what I was. I was a drugged up burn out who wanted to steal from people and hurt them because I was selfish and afraid. That's what I was as a kid. I was angry a lot and I only cared about myself. I had no support structure. I did not go to school. Dropped out really young." Alicia finishes the eggs and swallows. "Andrea has a lot of things that I did not have. She has friends, she has school, soccer and I do love her, and I am there for her as much as one can be in my position. But, she is sixteen now. I get it. It's a rough age."

Felix studies Alicia for a few more seconds while he chews, fairly expressionless. "A'right," he says then, and shrugs. "'s your you, reckon you can define her how you want." He polishes off his own eggs, and pushes his chair back, picking up his plate and leaning over to take Alicia's, unless stopped.

"I was defining myself, I was not defining her. Where did you get that from?" Alicia asks as she raises a brow upwards. "She and I are nothing alike."

"Ain't what I said. I said you can define her, the you back then. Not Dre." Felix takes the dishes to the sink, and starts rinsing them off; he doesn't look to see if there's a dishwasher.

"I am not defining her at all. You asked me what I was like when I was a kid and said I should come by her soccer games." Alicia says as she rises up from the table. "All I said is that I get that she is sixteen and it can be a rough age for her when her mother is coming home at night with half her guts missing."

Felix sighs, glancing toward the ceiling, then turns, still holding a plate. "You still ain't gettin' it. 'Her' meanin' 16 year old you. That's what I was sayin'; that's who I was sayin' I ain't gonna argue with you definin'. That you who's gone. Didn't say a word about anyone definin' Dre."

"Mm. I get it now. You were being tricky with your words. I did not catch on. You kids and your rap music." Alicia smirks as she swivels her hips to pop the joints in her waist. "Either way, that girl is dead and I do not miss her very much."

[...game called on account of vet.]