8/14/2004

04:29 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning No Moon phase (8% full).

Converted Warehouse - Shadow's End(#3589RAJh)

Track lighting along the 30 foot skylighted ceiling in this spacious complex accents the smaller sconces along the walls every 10 feet or so, keeping the entire area adequately lit, even while allowing shadows to play in odd areas during the night. Over all, the entire effect is dark and post-modern in places, warm and inviting in others. On one side of the lower floor, a spiral staircase leads up to a mezzanine that stretches along one entire side of the place. Two suites with separate baths can be found there, nearly a perfect match to the two downstairs. One of the downstairs suites is larger than the rest, though all of them seem excellently appointed. The end of the apartment nearest the entrance contains a large rec room with a comfortable-looking sofa, several leather recliners and a high-end entertainment system. The other end of the apartment contains an impressive workout room, complete with free weights, and other assorted fitness equipment. The center of the lower floor contains an open kitchen area. A sprawling, dark-grey counter surrounds a set of expensive-looking burnished appliances. Charcoal grey carpeting covers the floor and huge, vertical blinds hang near the workout area, covering windows that stretch halfway to the ceiling and overlook the river.

Contents:
Lucas
Obvious exits:
Elevator

Today, after a brief stroll outside, Lucas returned and decided to make himself at home. He has the radio playing, some good, hard alternative rock that booms and growls and radiates angst while he works out. Sporting a pair of those black athletic pants that unbutton down the sides and lacking a shirt, the Ahroun is busy at the bench press, lifting weights that, with a bit of math, are probably 200 or 250 in weight.

It's Kenneth's turn to be outside for longer than usual, without excuse save for an 'I'm out' said maybe 4 hours ago. The philodox returns, stepping out of the elevator with a quick look around at the loft's booming rock music. The sound of the weights clinking together make him look in that particular direction. The tennis bag around his shoulders is set down beside the couch as he makes his way to the rec room, slicking his wet hair back with a hand. "Sup?"

Lucas looks past another piece of equipment towards the Philodox and replies with a grunt and a voice that carries over the music, "N'much." With a metallic clank, he brings the weights to rest and sits himself up, running a hand back across his hair... which has gotten much shorter. Instead of being around his chin, it's been whacked short, set in an array of spikes. It sudden makes him look a lot older, that and he hasn't shaved in a day or two.

Kenneth furrows his brow at the changed hair and appearance. "You cut your hair," he states in the obvious and a tilt of his chin.

Lucas nods his head as he retrieves a towel to scrub off his face. "Yeah. Like I told Jarred the other day, it was getting on my nerves. Too much to deal with and it got in the way. Speaking of changed.." He says as he puts the towel down. "I ran 'cross Dillen this morning. He passed his rite, ended up kicking the shit out of vampires for it."

Kenneth is about to nod, but stops short at mention of Dillen. "He... he's a fuckin' cliath now?" The halfmoon's words are dubious, yet he takes in the ahroun's words for truth. "Damn." Turning away, the philodox paces back to his bag, unzipping it with a few swift jerks of the pulls. "When'd it happen?"

Lucas nods his head. "Yeah, named Bane-of-the-Bloodsuckers. A lame deed name, in my opinion. He'd do better to call himself Stake or something, but, whatever... that's Get for ya."

Kenneth glances up from his bag as he extracts his warmups. "Bane-of-the-Bloodsuckers-rhya? You're right. That is lame. Like, Night of the Living Dead 3 lame. Stake's better, but don't wanna get confused for a piece of meat."

Lucas laughs and shakes his head, "Well, he could be a piece of meat, especially if at the next Moot someone goes: "Hey look, Bane!" Yeah. That could lead to a small misunderstanding."

Kenneth refolds his warmups, though he likely will end up washing them. "Yeah. But damn. He's rited now. Did he tell you what happened aside from kickin' vampire ass?"

Lucas nods his head once, remaining seated still. "Jamethon and Owen asked him to join Scourge, but he doesn't really wanna be the Omega bitch under all his elders."

Kenneth shrugs a shoulder. "I wouldn't want to either," he agrees gruffly. "Bet he'd join up with us now if we formed a pack. Don't know how he'd feel about bein' under Shadow Lords."

Lucas gets that look he's been conniving and grins, "He claims he wants to be a leader, but not really alpha."

"How's he think that up?" Kenneth shakes his head. "Not sayin' that the alpha's always the leader, but he's got a bit of logic trouble there."

Lucas hunches up his shoulders in a shrug, "Got me. Guess he wants to inspire everyone, then shove them off on someone to lead them to the dirty work."

Kenneth snorts. "That's my job," he says jokingly, a smirk lighting his features before he looks off. "But damn. He's a cliath. That means we gotta call him Rhya?"

"Nope." Lucas says with a grin. "He said I didn't, anyway." Figures the Ahroun'd ask that. "I told him next time I see him at the farm, we're gonna spar and he's all for it. He actually suggested sparring in the middle of the park... crazy ass."

Kenneth shakes his head. "What a dumbass. Last thing we need is a couple of ahrouns frenzying right out there in the middle of Everything. How'd he make cliath again?" The question is rhetorical of course.

"Galliard." Lucas corrects then continues, "He's Get. All you gotta do is kill something and nearly die in the process and everyone claps you on the back. Besides, I told him it wouldn't be any fun fighting him in homid, even if the moon is small. Nah, I'm taking him in Crinos. It's the only way to fight."

Kenneth huffs and shrugs. "Ahroun. Galliard. Whatever, he's Get - that makes him Automatically an ahroun." The halfmoon sticks his tongue out in a wolf-like loll before reassuming a more serious demeanor. "If you kick his ass, he's gonna so get it from his elders."

Lucas smirks slowly as he gets up from the bench. "Well, that'll suck for him, now wouln't it? I don't think he'd wanna pack with them then."

Eyeing the ahrounn carefully, Kenneth regards him with an even, but suspicious look. "You cookin' up somethin' in that spikey head of yours?"

"Nope." Says Lucas as he retrieves his towel and passes by the Philodox, aimed for the fridge. He does it with a straight face too. Someone's been practicing.

Kenneth must be a lot more suspicious than usual then, since he simply shrugs and goes to turn on the games. "You wanna order in?"

Lucas starts rooting in the fridge and pulls out a can of Coke. "Sure." His voice echoes slightly over the thrum of the fridge while his head is still in there, investigating. "Whatcha want?"

"Pizza. What else? Heard Dominoes has a 3 for 5 special." Kenneth goes over to the phone, picking it up and punching in numbers just as easily without needing to look up the number. "Whatcha want on yours?"

Lucas pulls his head out of the icebox and shuts it, leaning on the slick surface. "I'm a pepperoni and sausage guy, or just any sort of meat, really."

"Yeah. Three pizzas." Kenneth starts to say into the phone once it's answered on the other end. As he rattles off the order, two pepperoni and sausage, the other chicken and bell peppers, the halfmoon glances at the TV screen for a moment. "Yeah, same place. Yeah, same tab. Alright. Thanks." The halfmoon hangs up, rubbing his hands together. "Feels good not to have to pay for this stuff."

Lucas chuckles as he yanks his shirt off the back of the couch and tugs it on, a plain black tee. "Certainly helps me save the few bucks I have to my name. Of course, Jarred will probably tell us we owe him one day for it all."

Kenneth waves it off with a hand. "He's got stocks. I don't think he'll worry about a couple of twenties missing. But yeah... I should take out the money in my savings account. Who knows if my money's gone an' been taken out." That does dampen his smug spirit a bit.

Lucas nods his head. "Just be careful your folks don't end up tracking you if they find out someone's been rooting in your accound."

Kenneth shrugs. "It's my money. And I've been gone for what... almost two months. Maybe already two months." Try as he wants to look nonchalant about it, there is a slight hint of him actually caring. "Anyway. Toss me a Coke will you?"

"Sure." Says the Ahroun as he goes back into the fridge to root out another can, which he does not toss, but pass over. "So how long until the food comes?"

Kenneth takes the Coke with a barest of nods, distracted by his own thoughts. "'Bout... half hour or so." He pops the can open with a fizz of released air. "So what'd Dillen tell you about his rite? I wanna know. I didn't think vampires existed, but fuck if we exist, then why not them? You really gotta wonder. It's like movies gone real."

Lucas places himself on the couch and takes a drink of his Coke, "Well, said they're as nasty as we are, and their blood tastes like battery acid. Fuckers shot him and nearly killed him. Sounds like they're a tricky fight, overall."

"Shouldn't ask why he knows what battery acid tastes like," Kenneth mutters absently as he drinks the Coke in his hand. "Did he say anything about what they could do? Like any flyin' around or turnin' into bats and shit?"

"Lick a battery to see if it works." Lucas says, in much the same way Dillen told him. "Nah, he didn't give me details. All I can guess is they're as fast, strong, and dangerous as we are."

Kenneth grunts. "Great. Like we don't have Spiral Dancers to worry about, we're at war with vampires too?" The philodox hitches a shoulder in a shrug. "Where'd he do it though? Where'd he take down the vampires?"

Lucas snorts, "I don't even think he knew. Says his elders ambushed him in his sleep, stuck a bag over his head, and drug him out somewhere to fight them."

Kenneth listens to the secondhand recollection with slight interest. "Heh. That's how the Get do it I guess. Surprised he didn't just freak out an' fight 'em too. Maybe that's what it'll be for you too."

Lucas coughs out a sort of laugh. "That's what I told him. I'd frenzy on their ass faster than you can flip a lightswitch, and fail my Rite at the same time, I'm sure. Nah, I imagine Jarred would drug us."

Kenneth nearly chokes on his Coke. Instead he just takes the drink away from his lips quickly, clearing his throat and looking down at the can. "Fuck man, don't say that sorta shit." But now that he considers it, the philocub nods slightly. "He would do that sort of thing though, wouldn't he?"

"Fuck yeah." Lucas says, unbothered as he continues to drink his pop. "He ain't gonna throw bags over our heads. He'll probably drug us so we can't react right, then take us off for our test and see if we can keep our brains going. I also wouldn't be suprised if he tried to somehow turn us against one another, sort of an... only one can survive, thing." Paranoia? Perhaps not without reason. "Remember when we told him I Thralled? He said I'd be of use to him. I don't like being used."

Kenneth gazes sidelong at the ahroun, falling silent. "Same here. Fuck 'im. They can't make us do what we don't want to do."

Lucas shakes his head as he grumbles inwardly, turning back to his Coke with a certain, furious intent on drinking in.

Kenneth sucks on his soda too, but only for a couple more drinks, before the can goes empty. Then he sits there, turning the emptied can in his hand. "Look. It's like Survivor, but this time there ain't any cameras rollin', but a whole lotta backstabbing. Anyway, once y'make cliath, you're still under Jarred and Cutter-rhya. But, I figure we don't have to do anything but the minimum for 'em once we've passed our rite."

"And it's Cliath or bust." Lucas says, "Until then, I'll learn what he cares to teach me, so I'll have something to use later on."

Kenneth nods slowly. "Yeah, pretty much." Another few minutes more pass, the TV going on about Olympics. "You think about getting your own place to stay?"

Lucas continues to watch the television, but it's morel ike staring. "I don't have enough money for that, unless I stole it, but I'm not into mugging old ladies."

"How 'bout livin' out in the woods?" Kenneth asks in afterthought. "I mean, roughin' it like wolves do. Maybe we'd run into Auggie or Miguel or somethin'..."

Lucas shrugs his shoulders slightly, "Always a possibility. At least then, we're not going to freak out the population, which is always a plus."

"It'd be tough t'get a place, considering out there, we're still 15 years old." Kenneth says with a nod, glancing ouside. "It's a bitch. But I bet they'd not give a damn if we were livin' outta Thunder Cave."

Lucas doesn't remark he's still only 14 for a few monthes longer and nods once. "Never been there, but sure. Worse comes to worse, we find another cave, or hollow tree, or something."

Kenneth glances back to the ahroun. "Unless you plan on livin' here or at the farmhouse still, once you're a cliath." There's a smirk on his face, teasing.

Lucas gives the halfmoon the evil sort of eye. "Fuck no. Jarred's probably make me pay rent here, and I ain't hanging out at the farm with all the wet-nosed cubs and gay Fianna." And he means gay literally, mind you. Nevermind he's still a cub. "I kick a bear outta his hole before I do that."

Wiping the smile off his face and nodding empathically, Kenneth is understanding about the ahroun's reasons. "I'm thinkin' t'be livin' out there anyway. Can you imagine, spendin' a year or two in lupus 'til you're old enough to get a job? Heh."

"Well, up until a few monthes ago, we were only human all the time." Lucas says with a lopsided grin. "So, two years as a wolf should even the score, huh?"

"Serves us right I guess." Kenneth utters with a shrug. "But I'm not givin' up tennis for it. Gotta lie low when practicing, but s'better than gettin' lazy and ignorin' the training. S'a bit hard to get people t'play against though. They look at you once and make excuses and shit. Damn Curse."

Lucas snorts out a chuckle, "Damn Curse for you? Hah. I had a kid in school run from me once like I had some contagious disease. I guess I do... in a way, but hey, you're gonna have to show me that cave sometime."

Kenneth quirks his head off to one side. "I would, if I could remember where the hell it was. It's been a couple months since I was there, after all." Then he looks to the digital clock, muttering something under his breath. "Where the hell's that pizza guy? We might have to eat him too."

"Don't get all Ragey on him." Lucas says, "He might drop the food. Besides, I think 'Guy' would count as extra toppings."

Kenneth eyes the ahroun, but the joke isn't lost on him. With a restrained cough and a small laugh, he nods. "Thou Shalt Not Eat Humans." He pauses. "Without payin' for it." The philodox smirks back, and just then the buzzer sounds from the downstairs box. Kenneth is up like a gunshot, moving to the intercom. "Yeah?" "Dominoes Delivery!" "Right, be down there in a sec." The halfmoon gives the ahroun a thumbs up. "Bet Jarred'd flip out if he knew we were orderin' pizza here."

"He can shove the box up his ass." Lucas says as he gets up from the couch and eyes the elevator expectantly, like a dog hearing the can opener. "Yeah... you'd pay for it alright." He says with a wry grin.

Once the elevator comes up, Kenneth notions with a tilt of his head towards the opened cage. "Y'wanna do the honors?"

Lucas chuckles lowly as he moves to the elevator. "Moon small, he shouldn't get too weirded out. He is a delivery guy, they should be used to it." And with that, he steps in and goes to get the food.

Kenneth echoes the chuckle. Once could say it was an Evil Chuckle. "We ought to see if we could get free pizzas when the moon's big sometime." Then he steps into the elevator with the ahroun, taking them both downstairs. But, Kenneth doesn't step out very far from the elevator doors when they reach the lower lobby. "Excellent. Y'see 'im?" The delivery guy stands just within view of a window on the front door, in the classic delivery guy outfit.

"Got him." Two wolves stalking their pizzas, ready to pounce and eat. Lucas steps out first, purposfully, aimed for the door which he opens without hesitation. "Hey." He says to the guy, eyeing the red bag that must contain the food.

Bam! Like Emeril's spice, the Curse hits the delivery guy without warning as both Shadow Lords appear not far from the doorway. There's a moment of incoherent babble for the poor boy, not actually much older than the two Lords. "Here's your pizzas," the delivery guy finally manages to get out in a speedy remark, quickly shoveling the pizza boxes out and holding them out to Lucas shakily. "Been charged to your tab." Kenneth eyes the guy up and down as well.

Lucas collects the pizzas in a state of much more calm then they are offered and graces the delivery guy with a pleasant smile. "Thanks, man. Add yourself a nice tip to that charge and you have yourself a nice day."

Kenneth nods once in thanks, though he looks more like he's giving the good cop role to Lucas, and taking up the Bad Cop role for himself. When the pizzas are taken, the delivery boy flips the velcro opening closed and quickly backs off like a jackrabbit hightailing it. The delivery guy doesn't even stop to say a thanks. "Well. That was nice of you to give a tip. Cept, they already put a 15 percent one on the tab when you order that way..." He takes a step back and holds the door open for Lucas to pass by with the fragrant food.

Lucas shrugs his shoulder as he turns his back on the fleeing man. "Gotta keep 'em interested in actually coming here. They probably get this address then pass it off to the ignorant new guy. Besides, ain't my money... like he'll remember I said that anyway." He adds as an afterthought as he heads back inside.

Kenneth hides a snicker as he nods, pressing the button on the elevator to lift them back up to the loft. Once back inside, he heads over to the coffee table and clears off the few magazines there to make room for the boxes. "This place must be like, the lone haunted house on the hill that all the kids dare each other to go to and ring the doorbell on. "

Lucas sticks the boxes down on the table and goes to snag two more cans of Coke and some napkins, which are put down near the boxes. "Shame Crinos sends people into comas. Would be one hell of a Halloween prank when kids come for candy."

"Y'know, I think I heard that they don't remember it afterwards," Kenneth says, snagging the second can of Coke and flipping the various pizza boxes open to see. "Ah. Nothin' beats the smell of fresh pizza." The philodox takes up a piece of chicken and bell pepper topped pie. "It's like some defense mechanism in their head."

"Ain't that the Veil?" Lucas says as he collects himself a piece of more meaty pizza and folds the slice in half, eagerly biting into it.

Kenneth doesn't yet chew on the pizza in his hand, instead gazing at the ahroun. "Yeah. Yeah, that's what it is." He then grunts something out in a foreign language and chomps down on the slice in his hand. "Veil keeps 'em from remembering. You'd think some of them might remember though - and that's why we can't risk 'em at all."

Lucas chews on his mouthful happily and mumbles something, which he then clarifies. "M'sure. Like that Wendigo kin that pissed me off, I'd figure different humans react differently. I mean, she was kin, but still... she didn't even blink."

"Which one was that?" Kenneth asks after he swallows down, reaching over to pop open the can of his and sip away at it. "Can't keep track of all these kin."

Lucas hms, "You might not have been there. I think someone said her name was Sunny. I was sitting on the hay a few stacks high, minding my own buisness, and she came and shoves me right off. No reason! I'd only been around a week or so and, well, I flipped out, went Crinos and was about to smash her into the nearest wall. Auggie ended up stopping me, but I mean... she was crazy. Wasn't afraid in the least, she even smacked and threw stuff at me." He growls lowly and chews furiously on his pizza, seeming rather upset that the Coggie stopped him.

Kenneth blinks a couple of times with the story. "Dude, she must've had a fuckin' deathwish." The halfmoon shakes his head. "I thikn I remember that one, though. At least, the aftermath." The pizza in his hand loses another section. "Whaddabout Rina? You met 'er yet?"

Lucas shakes his head as he chews the last of the crust, collecting another piece while his mouth is occupies. "Her' 'f 'er." He mumbles.

"She's pretty cool," Kenneth says around a swallow of cheese and crust. "She's Walker kin, but she's got more sense in her head I think, than Natalie an' that Marcus guy you talked about."

Lucas swallows and washes it down with Coke. "The only ones in the tribe with sense are the kin. The Garou can all go get hit by speeding cars."

Waving off the thought, Kenneth glances at the television screen as synchronized diving comes on. "That's a helluva way to go," he utters. "Least you could say is they should go down fightin' some Wyrm thing." The philodox smirks though, wiping off tomato sauce.

Lucas scoffs quietly, "They don't fight. They shoot from a distance. The only one I've ever seen fight hand to hand is Josh, but he's not even a Glass Walker I don't think... doesn't seem like it." He says, then takes a big bite of his second slice.

"Hence why it's called a 'firefight'," Kenneth comments. "It's better than runnin' away at least. Bet the Wyrm doesn't give a damn about honorable fightin' anyway. And Shadow Lords... probably do it for show."
"If I'm fighting someone, I'm beating their ass. Unless they beat mine first." The Ahroun grunts around a mouthful of meaty, cheese goodness.

Kenneth, having been on the receiving end of that, nods stiffly. "Well fuck yeah. You don't hold back much."

Lucas smirks and nudges the halfmoon with his elbow. "I'm not supposed to. Besides, how am I ever gonna be an Alpha if I don't make it clear I'm top dog?" He says, purposfully eyeing the other.

The Philodox notices the eye, his Coke being set down as he meets the blue with black. "Depends if you can do more than just beat shit up."

Lucas holds up a finger, which doesn't happen to be the rude one. "Working on that." He says as he chews on his pizza, obviously more concerned on eating than puffing out with any dominance. Thank Gaia for small moons and hungry Ahrouns.

Kenneth smirks, sipping on his soda. "I have a feelin' you'll have some contention for top dog if that's the case." It's just an off hand statement, him also chewing at a new pizza slice, this time with pepperoni and sausage.

Lucas chuckles quietly, "We'll see what happens. Still awhile away, things change." He says, finishing off his current slice and snagging up another.

"Yeah," Kenneth rumbles around a slice, but seeing the competition of the Olympics on the screen doesn't help much. So, he picks up the remote and changes the channel to something else. Just a random commercial. "I don't think the rite's as far away as we think it is. Cutter keeps talkin' about it like it's comin' tomorrow."

Lucas furrows his brows, that catching his attention even over the demands of his stomach. "Really? I haven't talked to him much, mostly Jarred, and he hasn't mentioned anything yet."

Kenneth shrugs once. "Don't think Jarred's gonna let us know much 'bout it. He's sneakier that way." Wiping off a sauce drip on his hand with a napkin corner, he looks back to the TV screen. "Think we're supposed to do it together, or separately?"

Lucas gives an uncertain shrug and a wrinkle of his expressions. "Got me. Jarred had invited me to double-Rite with you, even before I said I wanted to be a Lord. I'd imagine so. There may be parts they test us each individually, but they'll probably wanna see how we react as a pair too."

Kenneth must not have heard this part, or forgotten it. "Really? Hunh. But I guess it's better odds that way. 'Specially if we end up in a fight."

Lucas nods his head once. "Definatly. Better to have an ally at your back than an enemy. I'm guessing there's gonna be some fight involved, since I'm an Ahroun and all, and maybe something involving the Law for you."

Kenneth shrugs mildly at that. "Who knows? Law stuff... couldn't be that hard." Whatever he's thinking about, it's washed down with Coke. "When there's a problem, I'll deal with it. Plain 'n simple, y'know? All comes down to not knowin' what the competition is. But if Dillen can get to cliath, then we sure as hell can."

Lucas smirks and nods his head. "Tell ya what, you do the talking, I'll do the killing, and we'll both get a beer after."

Kenneth takes a last bite of his pizza slice and quirks a side of his lip up. "Sounds good, 'cept one thing. I get a piece o' the action too."

"Alright, alright." Lucas says in a sort of mock exasperation as he takes a sip of his Coke. "I guess you can have one or two."

Kenneth looks off and shrugs then. "Depends on the situation," he does say in contradiction. "I won't steal your thunder or nothin'."

Lucas snorts slightly at the Philodox. "Hey, we don't even know what we're doing yet. We might just have to trip an old lady for all I know."

Kenneth arches a brow at the ahroun. "If that were the case... would you do it?"

Lucas quirks up a brow. "Is she a Tainted old lady?"

"There ain't no way to tell without that one Gift," Kenneth says simply. "Either way, the question stands. Would you do it? If someone told you to."

Lucas hunches up his shoulders. "Now that really depends on who was asking me and what I got out of it."

"Say we get sent to a place where a Shadow Lord tells you, that to pass your Rite, you gotta trip the old lady." Kenneth elaborates. "Course, she looks about as defenseless as any old lady is. You gonna do it? If you're told it's to pass your rite?"

"Well, I'd certainly first ask /why/ her." Lucas says, nibbling on the edge of his crust.

"And if they told you it was vital to operations that you couldn't know about?" Kenneth presses, sipping a light take from the near-empty Coke.

Lucas chews thoughtfully, his brows knitted. "Guess I couldn't decide unless I was there and could listen to my gut. Sure, there could be something wrong with the hag... on the other hand, my Elder may hate me and want to set me up."

Kenneth nods slowly. "S'good you think that way. The elder could be the one who's fucked up. What's an old lady with a walker got to do with Lord operations? What about the whole deal about respectin' those beneath you? Or maybe she's supposed to be killed 'cause she's becoming a burden on the Garou for whatever reason. But then y'gotta think, what reason would that be? Least you and I would have enough sense not t' be a tool."

Lucas nods his head in agreement, "I may be an Ahroun, but my skull isn't that thick. However, it is hurting right now. You made me think too much." He gives the halfmoon a light punch to his arm as he stands up and stretches.

Taking the punch with a slight roll, Kenneth smirks lightly and finishes off his Coke. "Better I do it than some punk ass ragabash."

Lucas chuckles, "Yeah, I'm not as likely to gut you, ya lucky bastard." He says as he crushes the can in his hand and aims it for the trash. "Alright, I'm going to bed. 'Night." The Ahroun says with a yawn as he lumbers for the stairs.

Kenneth waves his fingers. "Night man. Think I'm gonna be up for a little longer." He indicates the TV.