John snorts faintly, looking out over the stream of passersby-- almost as if they were so much cattle. "Hmm." he muses, thoughtfully, then looks to Laura. "I was going to get some dinner, actually. You like Chinese? My treat."

Laura spots the restaurant, nodding quickly. "That'd be great. I don't think I've eaten since..." she quickly ran down the past day or so. "Since I grabbed some chips this morning..."

John's mouth twists into something resembling a wry smile, and he gestures towards a small neon sign, just down the block. Beckoning with a gloved finger, he turns, and says smoothly, "Come on. Business inside." The Walker Elder's already moving along the footpath.

Yi as if on cue, swings the door open with almost a bang. It would bang, were it not for the small pneumatic system attached up on top. She glares back inside, and utters a few words of Cantonese towards someone within the restaurant. John would recognize it as 'Fine! I don't need this shit. I'd thank you for all the help you've given me in the past, but sometimes your attitude is worse than the good graces you have in that small pricky dick of a spine in your body.' The infuriated shout from inside threatens about calling the police and sending her back to the slum she came from, which Yi ignores as she jerks the door to a close behind her and starts down the few steps that lead up to the restaurant.

Laura ducks her head and follows, all but hurling people out of her way. She tries a soundless snarl. It changes to a grin as the crowd parts and...she barely recognizes last night's Fool in homid, but the grin spreads as the other woman jogs down the steps.

John strides heedless, still moving towards the restaurant. He tilts his head, watching the outburst from the Gnawer, and frowns mildly. He calls over to her in cantonese, something in a wry tone, with a hint of annoyed reproach.

John pages: "{Not having much luck getting your job back, Yi? Whatever happened to honeyed tones and an equally sweet disposition?}"

Yi mutters to herself in an eastern version of words that could make a sailor feel like throwing himself overboard for his sins. John's call is almost ignored, except that the voice registers remotely in the back of her head and she looks in the direction of its origin. The glare coming from her could freeze banes in place, had she the power to do so.

Laura rolls her shoulders, catching on to the others annoyed tones. She clicks her teeth together absentmindedly, and again the crowd divides. People actually stutter-step to get out of her way. When Yi's eyes snap up, Laura stutter-steps herself, and swings around John, hanging a little behind and to his side.

John's smile broadens, ferally, and he laughs lowly at the irritated young girl, before him. He says something else in that foreign tongue that might be soothing-- or a mockery of soothing. He adds a wink to the equation, and then moves to step inside the restaurant.

John pages: "{Come inside and I'll treat you to a dinner. You can leave it all on your plate, if you like, as an insult.}"

Yi doesn't seem to be soothed at all, even if the idea is a good one. She snaps back a sharp comment, tempering it only long enough to translate for some measure of politeness that seems to be innate. She's noticed Laura. "I really do not feel like facing that bloody monkeyprick again, tonight."

Laura cocks her head, eyes narrowing in confusion. Then her expression opens, and she takes a step forward, now even with John. "Who?" she asks, the question open to whoever wants to answer. She absently shifts her weight off of her sore leg, still peering at Yi, trying to put her features to memory.

John pauses at the decline of the invitation, looking to Laura, with that grin fading only slightly. "Her former-employer? Mr. Chen is wonderfully transparent, no?" The Walker lifts his arms to fold them, as the trio stand off on the sidewalk, causing something of an inconvenient obstacle for the flow of pedestrian traffic. "We were going to have dinner. Did you want to join us?" He lowers one eyebrow, holding back a wryly mischeivous smile. "Somewhere else, possibly. There's other places to eat on this block."

Yi continues to fume, though the better part of manners is slowly seeping back through a membrane. "Well if you insist on inviting me twice, then I suppose you have a reason." She straightens up her jacket, a differently styled one from yesterday, the previous having gone through a load of banegoo and blood.

Laura decides that it's finally safe and extends a hand to Yi. "I'm Laura. We obviously didn't get much of a chance to chat last night." She half-smiles. "It'd be really good if you'd join us for dinner, even just for a few minutes."

John inclines his head in agreement. "We've got some business to discuss, with regards to the revel, the other night, still. And whatever Laura had to say." He clears his throat, straightening up a little, and looking about for a good target to eat at. Pity. He actually likes Tin-Yen... He tilts his head, thoughtfully. "How do you guys feel about Italian?"

Yi takes the hand and shakes, though the action seems strange to her she's gotten used to doing such a movement. "Yi. And Italian is fine." Her speech is clipped, though attempts to soften the growl still boiling to get out is evident. The Gnawer looks back at the Tin-Yen just once before tensing her jaw and refraining from further vocal comments about its owner.

Laura nods. "Italian's good for me too," she says to John, following Yi's gaze briefly. "Lead the way, John."

John nods, and returns his hands to his pockets, moving a ways further down the street. The place they come to is pretty much a duplicate of Tin-Yen, in architecture-- along with half the other ancient, renovated business places on Regan. The small restaurant is dimly lit, with loud music playing in what is Obviously Corsican. A door and a counter opens shows part of the kitchen. A small business, complete with masses of green plants, dim, red-lampshaded lights over each table, and red and white checked tablecloths. There's even candles. The family running the place must live in the space upstairs, or its rented out to some less discerning city-dwellers. John pushes his way inside, and hitches one shoulder. "Never been to this place. Call this an experimentation." The small party's entrance is observed by a portly fellow complete with 'Mario' moustache and curly black hair. Promising. He starts waddling towards them, with a happy expression on his face. There's no-one else in the restaurant.

Yi checks out the place, murmuring a soft, "Nice decor." Other than that, she flanks the ahroun on the other side, matching Laura as the three step in.

Laura walks through the door with raised eyebrows, inhaling out of habit. She watches the chubby man's approach, trying to keep her face neutral. "Looks good," she mutters as 'Mario' gets nearer.

John gives the approaching attendant a thoughtful look. As the portly man approaches, the tall Ahroun greets him with a question in soft-spoken Italian. The accent's still strongly American, but not enough to warrant the surprised, and then uncomfortable look on the waiter's face. "Uh..." The waiter's accent is unmistakably New Yorker. John winces, and murmurs, "Nevermind. Can we have a menu and a table, please?" A little rattled and not quite knowing why, the waiter throws nervous smiles at the women, and then bows and scrapes on his way back to the counter, lost for words. John sighs, faintly.

Yi watches the interaction between the Walker and the waiter before shrugging. "{What did you expect?}" she queries the ahroun in a rhetorical Cantonese question. Another vague gesture and she looks around the empty restaurant. "You know, there's a belief that when a restaurant has no customers in sight, it's not a good sign."

Laura shrugs, looking around a little too eagerly. "Maybe it only just opened," she speculates. A rumble from her belly reveals why she's so eager to be seated. "As long as they serve food, I don't care how many people are here."

John murmurs darkly, "Well. It is new, yes. Maybe they have an image problem. I could swear that guy was just going to try an Italian accent on us... Bet he won't now..." The Walker trails off as the waiter waddles back, with menus under his arm. He attempts a wide smile, and says uncertaintly, "Welcome to ah... Luciano's Larder! Home of... uh.. authentic Italian cuisine. Party for three? Right this way..." He directs them to a table close to the window looking out over the street, which is - actually - a booth. Covered in a red and white checked tablecloth, complete with salt and pepper shakers and candle. He dashes off and then returns with a complimentary basket of garlic bread for them to nibble on while they decide what they'll have. Almost as soon as the waiter's gone, John's cell phone rings, and he shrugs dismissively, leaving the other two to conversation and deciding upon their meal. He answers the phone quietly. "John."

Yi suppresses a wince at the name of the place. Somehow that name just doesn't sit with her. The newmoon shrugs again with another deep inhale of the restaurant's various scents, making her way to the directed table and sitting down on a chair that leaves her a relatively open view of the street, blocked only by the plant on the edge of the table. The garlic bread brought gets a brief eye from her, as she flicks up a stick into her fingers and twirls it along her knuckles. One end gets a bite when it finishes flipping a round, and she turns to

Laura while John is on his phone. "So, how did you like the gathering?"

Laura snatches up a piece of garlic bread and bites off a good chunk. She remembers her manners, and chews before answering Yi's question. "It was very different from home. Ours were a lot harsher. A lot more regimented. We all had to introduce ourselves as we arrived, and so on." She takes another bite. "I enjoyed it thoroughly, though. Did I do anything horribly wrong?"

John merely sits back in his seat, with the sleek little cell phone pressed against his ear. "That right? What's his story? Where's he from, and why's he here?" The Walker reaches down to try dislodging a chunk of the garlic bread, with only one hand. "Rina, huh? Hmm. Well. We've got a guest-apartment, if he needs to use it. You know where the keys are. I should be around in... oh. An hour or so. Unless you want to bring him out here for dinner. No? Alright. Later, then." He bips the phone off, and slips it back into his jacket pocket, paying more attention to the garlic bread, now. It's really quite good. "Think everyone did /fine/." he notes, with regard to the moot.

Yi downs the first bite of the bread, enjoying the oven heated warmth from the stick. "Not to my knowledge. I don't remember the ones at my home being so long. Then again we didn't have as many to announce." The Gnawer's tone lowers a touch. "Even less now." She can't help but overhear John's conversation on the phone, but politely refrains from commenting on his conversation. A brow lifts though, towards the ahroun.

Laura frowns a little at Yi's tone. "Hrm..." She looks at John. "Are the afterparties usually that...bad?" She lowers her voice just a little on the last word, finishing her breadstick as she quickly peruses the menu.

John shakes his head a little, noting absently, "Never been to any here, except that one. Couldn't say." He sticks some of the garlic bread in his mouth and eyes the menu. At Yi's look, he adds by way of explanation, "Dizzy, telling me there's a new Walker in town, apparently. Name of 'Salem'."

Yi nods slowly, chewing down the last of the bread that seemed to just disappear from her slim fingers. "Interesting name. Salem. Like that talking cat on Sabrina the Teenage Witch." She pauses, glancing at just what company she's in. "Uhm. TV show. Good to learn English that way." She glances off towards the rest of the restaurant. "I will say that yesterday night was... better for progress than the ones I've been to. The last one at the hospital didn't get very far past the outer defense either." Her brow furrows a bit. "But those fliers are new. They're more dangerous. And smart. Compared to the ones we had last time."

Laura sighs, rolling her eyes a little. "I've never seen anything that digusting before. Do you guys know how Roger is?" She tapped the menu and poked another breadstick into her mouth. "I have an offer for you guys, too."

John winces at the mention of the flying things, and lifts a hand to massage his temples. "That was... very bad news. I really, /really/ didn't want them to be watching and reporting. It'd be nice if they'd just attacked. We'd have lost some good people, but..." He shrugs. "There's something intelligent in there. That's not good." He makes a redoubled effort to study his menu, voice still low. "Roger's fine. We're... still not sure what to do about those lungs. We might, uh..." He frowns. "Leave it a few days. See if it heals. Otherwise, I'll be grabbing some of the senior crescents."

Yi nods slightly, having already assigned herself to the futility of trying to read the menu at all. The newmoon tries not to make it known of her inability in the written area of the language by covering with other conversations. "Sepdet is better. Little Bear is still... needing a good wash." Yi flips another piece of bread into her hand. "I'll see what I can do about getting what Patrick saw when he was up there." The CantoGnawer half-lids her eyes on the menu, though it's clear she's not reading it. "If I'd known he was around, I would've asked him about the newmoon meeting too." The look she gives the laminated paper before her flashes with annoyance.

Her focus intensifies when the possibility of Roger's unique injury not healing comes up. "If there's anything I can do to help him," Laura offers, "just drop me a line at the Greek house. I'm already pretty much bound to help out Little Bear." She smiles a bit at Yi, then folds her arms on the table and looks very seriously at both of them. Her voice drops to a casual whisper. "I was actually watching for John today because I'd like to offer any help I can with the 'special supplies' needed for the next round at the hospital."

The waiter picks that moment to begin his waddle towards the small group. He's mustered up a little more enthusiasm, now, seeing that the strang-looking bunch doesn't appear to be about to burn the place down, or threaten him. God knows where he got that idea from, anyway... silly. Figment of his imagination. "So! What can I get for you, tonight?" John starts, flipping his menu back down on the table and shrugging. "How big are your bolognaises?" Mario grins broadly, and says cheerfully, "Just like mama useda to make!" The fake accent slipping in. He's probably practiced in front of a mirror. "I'll have the spaghetti bolognaise, then. And a bottle of the house red." The Walker looks to the two women, expectantly.

Yi taps a breadstick on her lip thoughtfully before using it to point out for the waiter. She seems to be choosing at random. Or maybe she's just picking out the only one she happens to recognize on the menu. "Fettucini alfredo." The Gnawer nods at the waiter's repetition of her order, and goes back to studying the menu a little longer. "And an iced tea," she adds afterwards on an afterthought.

Laura smiles up at the waiter, a little too ferally. She made up her mind awhile ago. "Coke, please, and a half-size Ceasar salad. Um...more breadsticks too, please." She holds her menu out to him. "And extra bacon bits, please." She waits for him to take the menu before returning her attention to her companions.

From afar, to the room, John ponders leaving the kitchen audible to the diners... | "Hey Louie! Spag-bog, ceasar wit' bacon, 'fettucini alfredo' and some more freakin' breadsticks!"

The look from the Fury pins the man in place for a moment, blinking. He recovers quickly enough, to smile winningly and repeats their orders, then turn (which takes a while) and wander off, again, towards the kitchen.

When the waiter's out of earshot, again, John looks to Laura. "Oh, good. Well. You saw what we were up against. Did you have any ideas you wanted to use?"

Yi watches the waiter retreat from them again, her eyes drifting slowly around the large room before going back to watch the streets. "The fire seemed like a good idea, up until the hummers and the ugly came out." She rubs a finger against the other. "If there's a way to get something inside without having to actually go inside... I'd asked Joseph about asking a bat for help. They don't need eyes to see in the dark, after all."

Laura nods slowly. "Fire is good. I was also thinking pain or something, for the fliers. A bat would be cool," she thinks aloud. "Something to trap the big one, or paralyze it. A snake? Spider? Tree frog?"

John clears his throat, ducking his head a little. "Actually, I like those immobilization ideas. Valoran - an uppity Fang Raggie. Mentioned he had some talens donated as chiminage. Icicles that contained ice spirits. When thrown at the enemy, they freeze it, for a few moments. Or minutes. The guy's too touchy about my role in this to lend aid willingly, but I'll be asking whoever he gave them to, for those. And more might be good." He inclines his head to the Fury. "Wyld spirits are all good and well, but never forget the elementals."

Yi thinks on that, looking up briefly towards the window to the street. "Fire can be put out. Ice can melt and evaporate. But rock..." The newmoon shakes her head. "If it didn't work out right, then we'd just help make the place impenetrable." She stares more at the faded reflection of herself on the window than at the outside. "A spider to manuever around other spiders, perhaps..."

Laura nods a little more vigorously. "Exactly. But rock's a great idea...lock up a limb, an arm...something like that. Pain, again would be really good against the spiders and the fliers. We'd need something to get them out of the sky so we have a better chance at cutting them to pieces faster." She realises that her voice got a little too loud, there and ducks her head a little.

John winces vaguely, and eases back in his chair. "Never made a talen. I know of a couple full moons who have, though." He licks his lips for a moment and then clears his throat. He looks sideways at Laura. "But I can speak with spirits. Tell me what's involved, sometime?"

Yi's eyes half-lid again, evidencing her mind going through lots of thoughts. "If there's a way to make a talen activate on impact... maybe you can make it so pebbles can turn those fliers into stone once they hit. And find someone who's good at slingshot. Or arrowheads. Bullets..." Yi fades off her ramble as she hears Mario approaching with their meals.

Laura smiles happily at Mario and accepts her plate. If he looked any more frightened... "Thank you, sir." She sets the breadsticks down in the middle of the table, still thinking.

John takes his plate away from the waiter. 'Mario' scurries off, relatively quickly, to fetch drinks. The Walker hrms, thoughtfully. "Bullets... I like the sound of. Mmm. Smells good, at least."

Yi sniffs at her plate from a short distance hovering above, catching an eye on the one wandering down the street. "Smells safe," she agrees, picking up her fork to poke experimentally around her pasta. "But how do you plan on getting inside the hospital, now that we've gotten a good look at the outside?" Her question ends in a small testing mouthful of her dish.

Laura shrugs. "I don't know enough about the area to say. What's the danger inside?" She grabs another breadstick and gnaws at the end.

Mario returns with a stand and ice-bucket for the bottle of wine, and several glasses and a jug of water on a tray. He looks at them curiously for a moment, to see if there's anything else-- until John sends him off, with a glare. When the waiter's gone, John shrugs. "War on it, I guess. Need more information on what's inside. Whatever it is, it can think, and it was just /watching/ us. Knowing we'd pull back. I don't want to give it an excuse to lure us in, then close the door behind us."

Yi nods slowly watching the poor waiter retreat again. "I think it'll be a good idea to ask Patrick-rhya. I didn't know he was a newmoon too... an adren one. He probably saw a lot more from his viewpoint than I did last night." The Gnawer continues to pick at her pasta, doing as her tribe's name suggests with part of the straw stuck in her ice tea.

Laura taks a long drink of Coke. "That's one of my concerns," she says in John's direction. "Last night seemed like both we and that thing were trying each other out. Seeing some of what we could do." She frowns. "The great huge thing, and the airborne ones...hrm..." She shakes her head slowly, thinking of Roger. "Arrows..." She suddenly smacks her palm down on the table, then looks around to see if anyone noticed. "Modified Bane Arrows. The Wendigo back home loved 'em. Do you have any bowmen here?"

John wrinkles his nose and lays into his food with gusto. It /is/ just like mama used to make. Huge, rich and meaty. "Damn..." he murmurs appreciatively, after the first taste. Then shakes his head a little. "Probably got some good bow-women. Ask your tribesmates. Also, Little Bear, maybe. If he recovers from whatever happened to him."

"Whatever the ugly thing rained on him, must have gone straight to his head," Yi notes between bites. Somehow her food managed to disappear halfway already. "I can ask Tyler too. He's the fullmoon of the Wendigo here. And the Uktena should know, as well."

"Sebastian, one of the Uktena, might have a few more ideas about fetishes. He would like to speak with me anyway. And Little Bear...as we were leaving, I told the Strider that I would help cleanse him, to help make sure it worked." Laura downs a big bite of Ceasar salad, taking time to savor the creaminess of the dressing and the pleasing spice the croutons add. "Funny, I never thought much of the archery targets until now. I should learn to shoot a bit myself."

John wipes a touch of sauce his mouth with a napkin, thoroughly enjoying the food. Silent for the moment, in thought. He's just listening to the two women bouncing the ideas at the moment.

Yi is next to finished even though she's spoken a lot during this dinner. A quick swipe of her napkin over her lips and she sucks a little more of her tea to wash down. "Maybe there's a way to get into the hospital from the roof. The danger there only being we don't know what's on the roof... at least, not yet. Collin also knows about the hospital. He's been in there before. If I can find him and Bernie, maybe we can figure something more out. I'll ask the newmoons at our gathering." The last bite is twirled around her fork and disappears down the Gnawer's gullet easily.

Laura swallows one last breadstick. "Taking out the fliers should make the roof a little safer." She nods to herself. "Arrows...Bane arrows." She chews on her last forkful of salad thoughtfully. "Yeah...Now here's the tricky bit. I can bind the spirits we need, but I need someone to summon them. Can any of your people do that?"

Yi leans back against her chair, sucking at a sharp tooth. "Sepdet can. Elan can. Sebastian might be able to. I'm not too familiar with the other crescents of this sept." She then looks over at John and asks, "What have you found out from the kin? Have you talked to Dr. St. Jean?"

John shakes his head mildly. "I don't have anyone in my Tribe who's here. There's Daisy..." He shrugs, taking a sip of wine, and then working more on his meal again. "But she won't be back for a while." He hmms, as he chews. "Talk to Chaser, Yi. She's willing to lead something inside the hospital. I just don't know if she realizes how dangerous it'll be. But that's your choice. I prefer to deal in danger minimization. Which is why I want people to know every nook and cranny of the place realmwise, first. Get some people in there with Sense Wyrm, and use Dr. St. Jean's contacts to get them in... check out which areas look the worst. There should be /some/ indicator, realmwise. And if we can make some changes there, we might be able to affect things a little, umbrally."

Yi nods, draining the last of her iced tea and setting down the glass. She reaches into one of her pockets, searchingly.

Laura taps one finger on the table as she finishes off her Coke. "I can go. I'll act like I'm visiting a sick relative or something." She leans back, looking content. "I'd like to do _something_. I feel like I've been just goofing off here the past little while. I can talk to Sebastian about he and I maybe doing a few Rites. Would Francisco know any useful ones, or is he more of a punishment type?" She clatters her fork on the plate, still thinking.

Her eyes brighten a moment later. "I can also do cleansings in the realm...it may help in the Umbra."

John dabs some more at his mouth, trying to hide the smile that starts growing. "Well. I didn't want to push it /just/ yet, until we can prove that we can get people in there to at least look... but anyone with cleansing... would help. Yes. Frankie's got it. He'll be teaching it to more people, hopefully. It'd be real nice to cleanse the place and the people, top to..." He trails off, blinking, suddenly.

Yi arches her brow at John, his cut off statement garnering her interest. "Bottom?" she offers up as an end to the sentence.

Laura cocks her head, looking a little worried at John.

John sits back, and shakes his head. "Nah. Just got a stupid idea. Was thinking maybe we could have Garou somehow put onto full-time staff, purely cleansing, every day, at work." He tilts his head, testing the idea in his head. "It... hmm. Maybe if I worked on this one..."

Laura considers that a moment. "Maybe...like a candystriper? Or a janitor?"

Yi thinks a bit on that, before offering up. "I think Tom would know some internship opportunities at the hospital. Offered by the university. I can ask Bernie too, since she goes there."

John shakes his head again. "Nono. I meant... use some political clout to get positions /created/. Hell, maybe even a volunteer contract. Drew worked there. but got tainted. But if a /Garou/ were to work there... or /several/. They could make a pretty significant difference, maybe." He sips his wine, thoughtfully.

Laura arches an eyebrow. "What positions, though? Like...building inspectors or something? Maybe someone could pass themselves off as spiritual aides?"

Yi falls silent at this. She never liked hospitals, and has only been to a few. Suffice to say those experiences were enough to leave the Gnawer uncomfortable about the buildings that speak of healing but bring death daily.

Heading down the street is Alicia, tying the large trench coat around her waist to keep herself warm. Her hands are then shoved deep into her pockets, dark eyes somber as they gaze upon the trash cluttered gutters and sidewalks. She glances about, catching sight of the three familiar Garou behind the window at the near resturant and starts over, curious, drawn.

Dane is wandering down Regan, munching on something large and meaty from McD's.

John shrugs pointing a fork at Laura. "I've thought about having Alec slip me inside as a priest. I'd get pretty much full access. S'why the thought occurred to me to use Garou as nuns. But we'd probably want to diversify, to get a much better exposure to the hospital. And eventually, we'll have to find some way of getting inside the sealed-off wing, realmwards. I think that's where our bad guy is."

Dane notices Alicia and steers toward her. "Heya. What's up?

Alicia lifts her gaze up and peers at the half moon, a slight smile tugging her lips. "Just the hippie I wanted to see, and it looks like three's already a crowd in there." A thumb jerks towards the resturant. "Wanted ta' talk to you dude."

Laura cocks her head again and pours herself a glass of water. She takes a drink. "I'd volunteer to be a nun, and I'll teach others the Rite of Cleansing. But what's this 'sealed-off wing' business?"

Yi tilts her head at John. "Sealed in what way? Just locked?" Her brow arches before movement outside the window catches her attention and she looks beyond the restaurant to spot the two outside.

John shakes his head some more, and then returns to finishing off the last tendrils of spaghetti and scooping up the mince. "I don't know. Sealed off by security and such. Health reasons, construction flaws... I'm not sure. Details are sketchy. I want people to go in and raid the files and such, to see why that is. The hospital has to have some sort of upper administration. I want to know what they know, too."

Laura furrows her brow as she takes another long drink. "Maybe some ragabash with the appropriate skills could ferret their way in there. Or, let me guess, that's already been tried."

Yi casts a glance at Laura before answering, "I haven't tried it, but the raid to the university was relatively successful. But hospitals have far better security than a professor's office."

John smiles faintly, and pushes his knife and fork onto his plate, before dabbing at his mouth again, with his napkin. "Again," he murmurs, lifting his wine glass. "Talk to Chaser, maybe? She wants to head up Raggie operations. I like that. But I need to talk to her more about it, so she's not running off on 'traditional' scouting, and not writing anything down. I need information coming to me. Not stored in a few people's heads." He sips at the wine, and eyes Yi. "Also, our kin might be able to get us in. But I'm sure there's a limit as to what the couple doctors we have there, can do. I'm trying to think of some sort of deal with local or state government. Some way we can make orders come from them. Hack and forgery job. Serious fraud."

Dane glances at the restaurant, then nods. "Lead the way. The only one I recognize is the hot-tempered one.

Alicia chuckles and nudges him slightly, heading to the entrance. "The Asian is Yi, New moon for the gnawers, and the other chick is Laura, a Fury and Theurge. Both good people." Opening up the door, she strides her way inside.

Laura nods slowly. "Bureaucracies are a little out of my field." She finishes the water, and drops a few bills on the table, enough to cover most of her meal and drink. "I should go back to the house, though." She notices Alicia and Dane through the glass as she starts to get out of the booth. "Should I come and speak with either of you later? You know where to find me."

Dane follows Alicia with a grin. Excellent.

John lifts his head to Laura. "Actually, I don't. Fill me in?" He reaches into his jacket quickly, and pulls out a little black book and pen, and passes it to her.

Yi looks over as Alicia and Dane make their way to the restaurant, then looks back to Laura and waits expectantly.

She accepts it, quickly scribbling out the number of the Fury house, and a rough location in relation to the bawn. "I don't recommend showing up unannounced. Just call ahead, and it should be okay." She grins at Alicia as she hands John his book and pen. "I thought I saw trouble heading this way. You guys can take my seat."

Alicia heads over to the group and clears her throat, lightly grinning. "Hey there, got room for two tree humping hippies at this table?" She asks, shifting her weight to one hip.

John nods to Laura again, and slips the book back into his jacket. "Yeah. I'll call sometime." he rumbles, then looks at the newcomers. They've attracted the portly personage of the Mario-brothers Mario lookalike, who's rushing towards them, and readying his fake Italian accent. John raises an eyebrow at the man, and cuts him off by saying in a polite tone of command, "An extra seat for our friends, please." The waiter obeys quickly, and then hovers, waiting for orders.

Yi offers up a wan smile at Alicia and Dane, keeping track of Mario while the others get settled.

Laura nods to the group one last time as she heads for the door. "Wish I could stay. I'll see you guys around." She drops a smallish tip in Mario's hand as she breezes by and out of the restaurant.

Dane looks at the waiter, decides based on the ind of place it is, and orders something odd in Italian. Somewhere in his order is a word that sounds vaguely like "gorrion".

Alicia glances at Mario, giving him a look. "Um.. Water dude." She murmurs before plopping down in the offered chair in a non lady like position, folding her arms over the table. "Hey guys."

John chuckles at Dane, and says something wryly to him, also in Italian. Mario goes bright red, and John grins ferally at the poor man, before taking another sip of his wine. Mario looks nervously between Dane and John.

Dane laughs and looks at the waiter. "Lasagne. Alfredo. And some of that really good coffee that's thick enough to spoon.

Yi seems to miss any bit of reason for fear as John and Dane speak their mobster lingo. Looking to Alicia she quirks her head. "How're you? And who's he?"

Alicia tilts her head a bit to Yi and smiles. "This is Dane, a Half Moon of my tribe who's been hanging out with me for the past few months. He gotta work on Chim I guess. He's a good dude."

Mario bows out, gratefully, a sheen of sweat starting to form on his forehead. The mobster idea appears to have just occurred to him. And despite the kids, there's far too many trenchcoats in this room... He practically runs back into the kitchen.

Dane laughs softly. "Atza spicy meatball, eh? Gotta love people who try to look the part but haven't a clue.

John nods to Dane, again, in agreement. He eases back in his chair, and then looking between Yi and Alicia, murmurs, out of the blue, "Either of you guys know any Rites?"

Alicia shrugs. "Just the one you taught me." She softly murmurs, rubbing her arm absently.

Dane shakes his head. "Sorry. You need Mother's Touch or Truth of Gaia, I'm your man, but no rites.

Yi nods with Alicia's indirect introduction, eyes glazing over the philodox once before returning to her iced tea. "Only a few. The one to dedicate, and the other two just some minor things. One for drawing out spirits with rhythms, and the other using meditation in moving lights to seek answers."

Yi adds, "And gifts of my auspice."

John wrinkles his nose, and swirls the wine in his glass around. "Hm. Damn. Francisco - Tribesmate philo of mine - is doing Chiminage. Got some damn useful ones. Dedication, contrition, cleansing. Bug him, sometime, while he's handing it out free, aright? I want people to know more of this shit. Cleansing and such... s'gonna be handier in the next year than most else."

Alicia nods her head at that. "Been trying ta' get that cleansing one for awhile now, and the dedicating and finding people thing. Hey, I'll hit 'em up for it, definitly."

Dane nods thoughtfully. "Yeah. Can never have too many people who know some of those.

Yi looks up as Alicia mentions finding people. "I know the one to find people too. Though too often it just finds trouble." She tips the tea glass back to crunch an ice cube or two.

John inclines his head. "I've got a bunch of minor ones. Tending your weaponry. Heightened awareness for detecting Wyrm-things. Getting spirits to watch over you in your sleep, the Questing Stone, and a few others." He clears his throat, adding off-handedly, "Like the one I taught you, Alicia." He continues, "But yeah. Just things you might want to do to make yourselves useful. Or binding and summoning spirits. Talens'd be real handy, now."

Alicia nods and glances to Yi, grinning cheekily. "Ya wanna trade then? I'll take yer' finding gift and I can hook ya up with something in return maybe. Money?"

Yi mutters softly, with John likely the only one able to understand her native language. "{With all the theurges in this sept, you'd think they could get together and be a spirit weapon producing factory.}" She looks back up at Alicia and thinks of that trade. "Sure."

John finishes off the last of his wine, and gestures to the half-full bottle that remains. "You kids can finish this off. I promised I'd be back home, about now." He rises, and reaches into his jacket, flipping through some papers, before producing a couple fifties, and putting them on the table. "Go nuts." he grunts, and stands up, moving out of his chair.

Dane's eyebrows shoot up toward his hairline and he inclines his head respectfully to John. He tosses off, in Italian, "Be good. And if you can't be good, be careful."

Alicia grins and reaches for the bottle of wine, eyes lighting up playfully. "OOooh..." Taking a glass, she pours herself up to the brim, then starts to sip at it slowly. "Thanks John."

Yi's lip twitches up in a smirk at Dane's words before nodding the Walker. "See you around. Promise we won't hurt the waiter." She chuckles lightly, before sinking back into her chair.

John tosses over his shoulder as he leaves, "Like I care. I'm thinking of buying this place. Chef stays. Waiter goes." With that, the Walker steps out of the door, and starts up the street towards the safehouse.

Dane adds, with an innocent tone, "...physically, that is."

Dane gets his lasagne, drowned in alfredo sauce, and digs in, after pouring himself a glass of wine.

[And the three finish dinner, and say g'bye, and stuff.]