Tskilegwa pages to the room: FYI, you can't hide an rifle under a trenchcoat. You get a few inches of barrel sticking out and end up walking funny. I've tried this at home.

John pages to the room: Unless Tski has objections, I'm sure it's reasonable that we'd stop the vans and get out, and be able to semi-fast-forward through that much. Unless there are nasty surprises for us.

Once the vans are positioned nicely -- that is, pointing back the way they /came/ -- Kaz heads for the small valley they'd picked out. Clear enough to see things, but also enabling them not to be approached from the rear, at least.

Roger prepares to deploy his RC truck. Flicking a switch on the large remote control a screen on it lights up, fed a signal from the camera on the RC car. He places the truck on the ground and lets it get a bit ahead of the group before they continue on, keeping an eye on what the truck sees.

Owen doesn't change form. Not yet, anyways. Instead he just walks in tandem with Salem.

Roger got Kaz in the bomb suit and preped her with it on the way.

Seeker gathers Alicia, Jamethon and Yi to him as the group nears the bawn and whispers instructions to them.

Seeker pages to Alicia, Yi, and Jamethon: I want you to fan out behind the group of shooters. Alicia goes north, Yi to the west and Jamethon south. If you hear or see them trying to get around us, sing out. If they come from the south, howl 'South flank.' Same for the east and north. Understood?

Yi has unhooked the sniper rifle concealed in her trenchcoat, checking its clip and scope with the mini-pack around Seeker, listening in on his whispers. She nods once in confirmation.

Seeker pages to Alicia, Yi, and Jamethon: Don't go too far out, though, stay within sight of the main group.

Nodding her head in agreement with Seeker, Alicia brushes back her jacket flaps to reach inside, gripping the heavy hand guns and pulls them free, testing the weight. She starts off in the offered direction, scanning with her eyes intently and keeping herself as alert as possible.

Jamethon simply nods to Seeker and drops to the hispo form, his leather jacket forming into heavy spiked brown leather collar around the Get cliath's throat.

Tskilegwa pages to the room: Okay. How's this valley thing working and where is everyone positioned in it? What's the game plan?

From afar, to the room, Kaz is pretty much out in the open. Salem and Roger, with a bruiser guard or two, are off in the shadows/woods/what have you, lurking. They're sniping. Yi's being a floater. I'll let people explain what they're doing in poses, otherwise? Or did you want more detail.

Tskilegwa pages to the room: Are people in the valley, is it running E-W, who's where, basically. And once we've established who's where, it'd probably run smoother if one person was designated poser for that whole group, coordinating that group's actions and then @emitting a single posed attempt. Keeps my workload down.

Salem glances over his shoulder at Owen, briefly, then follows Roger, the Soviet rifle hanging from a strap over his shoulder. The scope's on -- as is the safety, since the weapon's loaded. Belt pouches contain replacement ammunition.

Jarred sticks fairly close to Owen and Salem, watching for movement from behind and to the sides of them in the distance. His dark form and clothing make him seem to melt into the shadow of the trees.

You paged the room with 'Seeker, alicia, Jamethon and Yi will pose as one group. We are going to be towards the back, in the direction of the van, and spread out in the west, north and south. Yi has west, Alicia has north, Jamethon has south. Seeker will be in the middle of this T-spread, I think, being our bruiser dude.'.

From afar, to the room, Seeker is also backing up the snipers.

From afar, to the room, Kaz nods. They're one group. Maybe the folks with Roger and Salem, other than Seeker, can pose in another group. I envision the valley as east/west, and hopefully sort of canyonish in the sense that I'd like to discourage entry from the rear. And I'm in the valley. Hi, target.

Roger pages to the room: Remember people. Kaz is wearing a big ass bomb on her, and right ahead of her is another little remote controled bomb. Just thought I'd mention that again... in case anyone forgot how serious we were. :)

Roger pages to the room: I'm back on sniping detail, with the little car thingy too.

Roger pages to the room: Anyone try Sense Wyrm yet?

From afar, to the room, Alicia can and will. :)

Heading off a bit to the north as she follows behind the shooters, Alicia reaches out with her sixth sense, sniffing a bit at the air, trying to get a feel if the tainted touch is close or not.

Alicia dipping her head a bit, she glances over towards Seeker, touching her nose, lightly shaking her head.

Seeker nods to Alicia.

The metis, situated right out in the open, in a semi-canyon, throws back her head and sings. It's a wordless cry, somehow wrong, and it's sustained, almost alien, and grates on the senses.

The small remote control car is on point about ten feet ahead of Kaz, watching and waiting.

Salem finds a spot where he can see down into the valley without being too easily seen himself and settles down, using a fallen log as a prop for the barrel of the rifle. Almost as an afterthought, he flicks the safety off. Owen keeps his position just behind Salem even after they find their vantage point, one shotgun at the ready as he keep an eye on their surroundings as things get started. Jarred as well keeps close to both Salem and Owen. John simply follows quietly - weapons not yet readied, but his entire posture alert. Roger is moving into location to get a good sniper vantage point as well as situate himself with the remote control car.

Seeker shifts to the warform, his kopsh sliding into his hand. He paces back and forth on the rear perimeter behind the snipers, alternating his attention between Kaz and the rear flank. Yi sets up her position, hidden in the bushes in the western edge of the valley. She is the closest to the vans, and watches the group's back while waiting for Kaz's call to issue forth. Fights-for-Hope ranges to the south, keeping within visual range. He scans the area carefully, keeping watch to make sure the others don't get surrounded. Tightening the grip on her guns, Alicia silently keeps her position, close to the pack, but far enough to scan the northern territory. Her features are set in stone, serious, ready to call to the others if need be.

The galliard's call to the Wyrm echoes up through the valley and out in every direction, summoning Wyrm creatures near and far to come and play. The call continues for a few seconds with no results. 30 seconds. A minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Five minutes. Nothing.

One Kaz cuts off the sound, she simply sets herself, and waits. Patiently. Surprisingly patiently.

Kaz attempts not to tap her feet.

The rustling and twig snapping grows louder and suddenly a series of unearthly screams rush out through the trees in the forest, approaching at a tremendous speed, and stabbing directly into the midsts of the Garou. Seeker, Jamethon, Jarred, Roger, and Salem are struck dead-on with arrows that had absolutely no right to have flown in the impossible flight paths they just took. A single crinos then rushes out from the treeline carrying a spear and painted up like an indian.

Tskilegwa pages to the room: Struck Garou take 2 points agg from the arrows.

Tskilegwa pages to the room: Caern is to the east. Road is to the west.

Kaz, bait, waits, poised.

Seeker snarls in pain as the arrow strikes him, but he ignores the wound for the moment. He stands his ground, ready to defend the snipers from attack from behind. Yi focuses her attention on the surroundings, waiting for the other reinforcements that undoubtedly should end up coming. She relaxes her muscles, lining up her scope for a shot to the crinos Dancer's head. Fights-For-Hope roars in pain from the sudden strike and wheels to face the direction the shot came from, crouching down low to lessen the target that he makes and calls on a force of will to push away the pain. As the indian looking Garou comes barreling down towards them, Alicia crouches down as well, pointing the barrels of both guns and waiting for what shall surely come from behind the other. Refuge just nearly behind a tree hopes to provide efficient cover.

Jarred's teeth clench as he is struck with the arrow. He cries out, but muffles his own voice to prevent himself from further giving away his group's location. He sinks to his knees, pawing at the wound in an attempt to remove the missile. Salem bites down on a strangled snarl of pain. But, lacking orders, he doesn't break or move from his cover. For a moment, he trains the rifle on the lone Crinos, and then shifts it toward the direction from which the arrows came. Owen is quick to correct Salem, muttering, "You take out what you see." Roger growls out and hits glabro almost immediately, the small car he controls suddenly blazing forward at the indian-looking mother fucker. When it gets close enough to do the kind of damage it was meant to, the toy will spectacularly explode. John continues his vigilance for Salem's cover as well.

The painted crinos continues the charge towards Kaz. Closer. Closer. Closer. Then it disappears into a cloud of inky blackness that suddenly erupts all around it, stopping mere yards in front of Kaz. From the treelines, additional inky black clouds of utter blackness belch forth, obfuscating all vision of what might lie beyond. The twangs of multiple bows can be heard coming from the tree lines. Arrows, not screaming this time, fly up into high arcs to decend on the garou in mere seconds.

Salem doesn't take his eye away from the rifle-sight, but mutters low, as the RC car moves in for the kill, "Roger's got it." His lips are peeled back from his teeth, and there's an irritated undertone in his voice that may very well be attributed to pain and/or an estimation of odds that's becoming increasingly pessimistic. As the shrouds of Wyrmy darkness go up, he mutters a curse in Serbian, then adds, "Artillery. Should have brought mortars." Roger heads for the thickest overhed folliage he can and makes the truck drive forward about 10 feet more, detonating it then, hopeing for the best. He then ditches the controler and hits lupus form. Owen takes a step back to use the cover of a tree. "Take your shot then, Salem," he grunts through clenched teeth. "These are fallen Uktena, not just Dancers. Take your damn shot and lets move out." Jarred manages to remove the arrow that so rudely struck him a moment ago but instead of discarding it, he keeps it. John scowls at the overall look of this little raid.

You paged the room with 'Tski, are these arrows hitting anything? More importantly, has any of them struck us?'.

From afar, to the room, Tskilegwa left them at the top of their arc. Those who wanted to take cover can do so. Those who don't, don't.

Seeker tries to listen for the arrows as they whistle through the air, compensating for his monocular vision and the night's darkness. He relies on his ears to tell him when the arrows near the target and his superhuman speed to try to block them with his kopsh before they hit. Yi grits her teeth with the sound of twangs, and ducks beside a tree, crouched by a set of bushes. Her shot scoping is aborted quickly, as the Gnawer glances upwards and scans the treeline. She waits for the call to retreat, or the first gunshot to be fired. When the first remotely dangerous Living thing appears, she doesn't even wait for a sight. Instinct flows into the rifle, and she points and shoots emotionlessly. Figuring herself to be safe from her standpoing behind the tree, Alicia lets loose with both barrels, spraying the first glob that was approaching, closest to Kaz with her black talon ammo. Her concentration is fierce, determined to not let the Fostern moondancer be killed or struck point blank. Fights-For-Hope moves to the lupus form to make him a smaller target and just waits for the incoming arrows with a quick prayer to Gaia. During this time he is looking about in the places not yet touched by the darkness for a target to strike.

Kaz says, "Riiiiighhhht," as she stares into the blackness. After barely a moment, she lets her bombsuit drop off, and falls down into lupus, darting off into the woods.

From the blackness just in front of Kaz, there's a loud explosion followed by a scream of pain. Alicia's gunshot echoes over the valley, but there's no telling if the bullets hit anything within the large black cloud. The arrows launched earlier begin their descent, most of them heading towards Kaz. One manages to strike the galliard in the arm and another lands 20 feet in front of her retreat and bursts into flames on impact. The ground around it immediately catches fire. Not an immediate threat yet and not terribly difficult to get around, but it illuminates the valley nearby and Kaz stands out as an easy target for ranged weaponry. The nearby patch of darkness is completely unaffected by the fire's light. More arrows twang from the blackened woods once more and voices and shouts can be heard. Two additional crinos, one bearing a spear and another a bow, come out of the woods at a walking pace--apparently an unwilling walking pace, though. The one with the bow has an arrow notched, drawn, and is looking for a target. The black cloud apparently obscures Kaz from his vision.

As Kaz diverts to gallop /around/ the fire, a fairly large chunk of water appears over it, splashing down with a soft sound. She doesn't look to be running with much control, especially not after she gets shot with another arrow. Pain and night blindness, two great tastes to be avoided completely.

Seeker crouches, making himself less of a target for the archers. He scans the area behind the shooters, trying to make sure there aren't any Dancers trying to sneak around behind them. Yi watches this fold out from her spot in the west woods. With one last look west in the direction of the vans, she sights down her rifle, flipping on the laser sight briefly to the spear-wielding crinos' head, and steadies. She squeezes the trigger, with a quick mental prayer for it to fly its quick, lethal path. Once her shot is off, she doesn't wait to see the result. Already, on the move to a different spot. All the while, she ducks and dodges behind trees, weaves around bushes, gun readied to fire again. Keeping behind the refuge of her tree, Alicia continues to fire, this time using her deadly bullets to soar towards the arrow wielding Spiral, aiming chest and stomach high. With hope, her crouched form and the thick bushes will give her enough cover to make her a hard target herself. Fights runs up towards Kaz now, powering forward as he surges into his insanly massive crinos form. ~Get out of here!~ He screams to Kaz, taking her place as the obvious target. Only when Kaz gets past him does he turn to retreat himself.

Salem is about to mutter a retort when the two Dancers come into view. He takes in a breath, holds it to aim at the head of the archer, and pulls the trigger. The Walker Philodox works the bolt immediately after, ejecting the shell and bringing the next bullet into position with precise, well-practiced motions. Owen grunts, approving of the shot Salem takes. "See to it that it's a kill. Injuries are a waste of time. Then pull back." He then takes a thumb and finger to his lips and whistles loud and shrill, signalling a withdrawal. Roger surges back to glabro now, covered by the tree and pulls his assualt rifle loaded with armor-piercing incendiary bullets. Turning the tree he looks for one of the two crinos and with deadly aim that befits a Glass Walker trained in handling guns since pratically birth, immediately emptys all 43 bullets in it in a full-auto hailing cloud of bullets. This done Roger is getting the fuck out of there and turns to run. Jarred stays put until the retreat is called, falling back as ordered. John gets up and brings the two weapons in his hands to the ready. The nearest targets with visible ranged weapons are sighted, and shots squeezed off with precision. No bursts. He hits the ground immediately after, and grunts to his companions, "Gonna try get Kaz some cover. Meet you at the vans, ladies."

Another volley of arrows rain from the sky all around Kaz as she flees, one just nicking her leg enough to require a few stitches later--if Garou were to use stitches. More twangs as additional arrows are launched from the extreme range. Kaz should make it to the trees before these hit if she hoofs it. Yi's bullet not only misses, but misses incredibly. The bullet ricochets of a tree trunk and whizzes between Jamethon and Kaz's heads. Alicia's handguns, at her extreme distance, manage to hit absolutely nothing but the dirt around the two dancers that stepped free of the trees seconds ago. Salem and his old rifle have more success than Yi, and the Walker's bullet takes a chunk from the bow-wielding BSD. His arrow goes off wild and ineffectually.

Tskilegwa pages: Congratulations on that lovely botch. :)

Long distance to Tskilegwa: Yi facepalms. I'm so great. ;)

Tskilegwa pages to the room: It looks and sounds like people are beating feet at this point. You can make a break for it and escape the scene this round unless you're intent on fighting. Kaz, I know, needs to get.

Kaz snarls vaguely at Jamethon as she, indeed, hoofs it toward the woods and the vans.

Roger's assault weapon opens up with a cacophany of shells and miniature explosions, muzzle flashes popping off faster than you can keep count. The gun's recoil makes it go wild as the sustained burst continues and both the downrange garou immediately drop to the ground for cover. It's difficult to tell where all those bullets went, but some of them probably found homes. Glowing red dots litter the ground where the bullets went and a few small fires begin to start. John's bullets are lost in the hailstorm of bullets, and whether they hit or missed is pretty darn impossible to determine. One thing's for sure, no one's going to pass these noises off as simply a hunter out at night.

Kaz keeps running.

Tskilegwa pages to the room: Kaz escapes.

Tskilegwa pages to the room: You did some smart things and a few not too smart things, but no one got killed. And you learned something. Kind of a draw with a little more of a win on your side.

Tskilegwa pages to the room: Is everyone fleeing at this point?

Guards-Flame pages to the room: Hell /yes/.

Salem pages to the room: Looks like. :>

From afar, to the room, John laughs. Whoever isn't, should be.

Roger throws the ammonia canister over his shoulder far behind him as close to the possible fires as his glabro arm can get them.

Owen mouths a 'Holy shit' at Roger's little trigger frenzy. There will be talk after this. He whistles again to usher those still lollygagging around to hurry up and move it. He in fact takes the rear to make sure they are going. Salem, with the retreat underway and his shot made, pushes to his feet with a snarl, burning his way up to Glabro form; he leaves his cover and, keeping low, joins the strategic withdrawal. Jarred heads for the vans as well. John continues to hoof it, running towards the vans and trusting that those behind him are doing the same. He looks over his shoulder occasionally, to get a good look at the pursuers. If there are any within range, they're getting a quick few rounds of silver and black talon...

Seeker holds his ground as the others retreat, waiting until everyone is off the battlefield safely before using his gift of speed to escape. Taking the initiave to turn and beat feet, Alicia shifts down to her own Hispo form as well, blazing her way back down the escape route. Its obvious everyone is taking off. To the woods she goes. Yi hotfoots it west when the whistle goes up, keeping in time and plotting out a course towards the vans. She pauses to shift forms to hispo, not caring about the trenchcoat given to her which at this point tears into pieces. The safety already flipped on the rifle, she clutches the gun in her jaws and runs towards the vans. The gun gets thrown in the back, with the Gnawer shifting back to her birth form and pulling out her more reliable knives.

As the Garou from the Sept Formerly Known As The Hidden Walk make good their escape, arrows continue to drop from the sky. Fortunately the range is fairly extreme and none of them do any serious damage, most striking the nearby trees. As the last Garou leaves the vicinity, more shapes can be seen moving in the distance as the real horde begins to arrive in clearly overwhelming force. You continue to beat feet, realizing that being cut off at this point will mean your very certain deaths.

Tskilegwa pages to the room: If you want to, introduce your character to a hunting arrow. Non agg damage, but ouchies. 2-3 levels.

Walker Safe House - Lobby(#2832RAJL)
This small tenement building is a work that any interior decorator would be proud of. The building is somehow filled with light and space, despite the fact that the room is far from large. Mirrored surfaces and lush green potted plants are much in evidence - jarring only slightly with the video cameras that perch unobtrusively in various locations. A small sign on the wall lists the number of apartments upstairs as eight, though there are no names next to the apartment numbers. A very thick door leads downstairs, with no visible method of being opened - except a keypad next to it. A monitor is perched above the entrance, showing images from the hidden camera that watches the outside of the building.
The lobby branches off into what appears to be a small recreation room; for use only by residents and their guests.
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Contents:
Obvious exits:
Rec Room Basement Stairway Out

You paged the room with 'Quick question: Where will the vans be ditched? Junkyard?'.

John pages to the room: Possibly. You can bet your ass we didn't use the Walkermobile.

Yi files in after others from the somewhat unsuccessful raid, picking off what clings onto her from the forest and ex-trenchcoat. Her knives are gone now, slipped back away. But there's definitely a hair-trigger tension under the calm exterior.

Kaz's clothes look slightly singed, though she herself is fine. "That wasn't so bad. In some ways," she says, almost immediately after washing her face.

John enters the building with little ceremony, stripping off overgarments, and heading towards the rec room to dump them. "Debrief sometime over phone. I got folks to talk to. You were there. You got eyes. Draw your own assumptions." Under his breath, as he mounts the stairs, the Walker mumbles to himself, "And I'll fill in the blanks and maybe we'll wind up with more than a memory of arrows and running."

Sarah glances up from the rec room where she sits writing in a notebook. She takes one wary look at the Garou, and sets the paper and pen aside. Standing up, she paces to the doorway of the rec room and watches them.

Following after, Alicia rolls her shoulders a bit. "It could have gone a lot worse, least we -all- came back in one piece eh'? And we all got a better look at what we are up against. Smart mother fuckers."

Kaz tells John, curtly, "That ain't my memory, John. We accomplished stuff tonight. If you're talkin'a Alpha or whatever, can I hitch a ride?"

Yi offers a soft grunt, and slides down to a corner of the lobby with the slobbered on rifle. She takes up a bit of her shirt, and starts wiping away the wolf saliva on its main barrel.

Roger pages to the room: Roger stares at what used to be his high-powered sniper rifle. "My... my god why?"

You paged the room with 'At least I don't have acidic saliva.'.

Fights-For-Hope pages to the room: True. True.

Owen follows in last, not at all displeased tonight even if he didn't get to get bloody. He goes straight to his dufflebag and starts to repack his two guns and axe.

Sarah watches them without a word, her expression a mask, dark eyes studying without judgment.

Alicia tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear and lets out a breath. Glancing about her fellow war mates, she makes sure that each one isn't bleeding to death, then relaxes on the couch.

Kaz suddenly notices Sarah. "Uh." There's a pause. "Who're you, anyways? I mean, you're here, so you're kosher, but..."

John pauses on the stairs, regarding Kaz. "Sure," he says, eventually. "Lemme just check and see if Rina's in, first." With that, he starts back up. His door slams audibly moments later.

Sarah straightens a little, and steps toward the woman. Her face is close to expressionless, as she holds out a slender brown hand. "Sarah," she says quietly. "Kin to Wendigo."

Yi glances up and spots Sarah. "Little Bear's kin," Yi elaborates and continues wiping off the slobber until it's mostly gone.

Owen looks up as the door slams to wherever John just disappeared to. "Rina. Guess he's gotta get his dick wet real quick." He finishes pack his equipment and stand back up. "Roger, got a sec?"

Kaz's shake is firm, friendly. "Yo. I'm Kaz. Bone Gnawer, Galliard, stuff like that. You want the long intro?"

Sarah shakes her head minutely. Her voice carries an accent similar to Leonard's, in point of fact.

"Well, I'm going home to call my kin." Alicia says, heading to the door. "Good fight, regardless.. I'll be in touch."

Yi glances up and nods to Alicia as she heads out. "Be safe, Alicia," she manages with an all too faked smile. And returns to cleaning the gun, almost... obsessively.

Kaz takes that as a no. "Aright. Anyways, we were just failing to whup butt." She glances at Alicia, calls, "Hey, catch you later."

"At least no one was hurt," Sarah says quietly.

Roger sighs and looks over to Owen. "Yes I do. And yes, I know."

Kaz perches on the arm of a chair. "Yo, well, thing is, yeah. An' we munged one or two, and the gift -- the one to call the Wyrm -- works pretty good for ambushes, an' we gotta use it more in future, and--" She breaks off. "And wow, you're new here, ain't you? You got horrible timing. Has he hooked you up with other kin?"

Owen's frown deepens a little more. "Then why?"

Sarah tips her head. "I have not met many," she answers. "But he has asked me to stay here, until the crisis is past, and I have met people here. I live... not far from Kent Crossing."

Yi finally sighs heavily, leaning the dried (albeit still a little sticky) gun beside her. She runs a hand through her hair, and glances up at the others briefly before staring at the far wall again.

Kaz runs a hand through her hair. "Sorry. I'm kinda hyper. I'll try and shut up. But you wanna phone tree of Kin? It's more useful when there ain't BSDs trompin' around, but the cel phone numbers, especially, still work good."

Roger explains quickly enough. "They were unclaimed as far as people taking aim at them, and they had weapon's of unknown powers poised to attack us with. So the choice was a simple shot after one of them that might hit, and risk one of our own being hit as well. OR, spray them both and maybe hit, but either way get them out of the picture and unable to harm any of us. Any fires that would have occured from the heat generated from the rapid shell expendature, either the ammonia put our or they would... they aren't going to want the forest to go up in flames around them... not after they tried so hard to claim it. No, they would rather cut the trees down. Less dangerous for them, themselves. Not to mention that bastard hit me with an arrow."

Sarah nods. "That would be helpful..." She trails off, glancing over at Roger with a slight frown. "They used arrows?" The dark eyes return to Kaz.

"They didn't seem like they wanted to come either," Yi adds offhand. "Like... they were under control..."

Kaz pats her pockets with a slight frown, and then burrows in one of her pants pockets. Eventually, she comes up with a somewhat grimy piece of paper, and hands it over. "There ya go. Kin, an' alla the Garou with phones, too. An' yeah, they used arrows." She blinks at Yi. "Well, no shit they was under control, they was bein' called by me an' din' wanna come."

Fights-For-Hope shakes his head and pipes up now towards Kaz. ~No... it was more then that.~ He offers cryptically.

Owen keeps his gaze trained on Roger. "Or they knew they were walking inot a trap which seemed fairly obviousl, Yi." He takes a moment to suck on a tooth. "I think all you managed, Roger, was to waste an awful lot of bullets. I ain't gonna hark on your fighting style. I don't like it, but I'm not you. Although I'm sure folks will be hearing of this soon."

Sarah takes the list, and pockets it. "Thank you," she says quietly.

Yi just shakes her head, glancing at the rifle beside her again. "More or less. Or they could have been innocent Garou being controlled to be gun targets, while the Dancers were waiting for us to reveal ourselves." She twirls a hand. "But then, I don't know."

Kaz glances at Jamethon. "Y'all'll explain that to me, but I gotta go /patrol/ now. Stupid life." She shoots Sarah a faint smile, says, "Y'welcome," and adds, generally, "Tell John I'll be back in a couple hours. Catch y'all later." She lets herself out.

Sarah ducks back into the rec room, to get her notebook and pen. With guarded glances to the Garou, she navigates the room--an obstacle course of Rage, though it doesn't seem to daunt her overmuch. She heads for the stairs, and jogs up.

It's not necessary. John hears the message himself. Pulling the old trench-coat on, John comes down the stairs quickly. "Back in five," he grunts to the lobby in general, as he strides towards the door.

Fights-For-Hope grunts ascention to Kaz.

Kaz nods at John, before she goes.

Yi hunts about for the jacket she knows she stowed away behind a pot, and comes up with the thin blue jacket she had been wearing earlier this morning. "I'll be... up on the roof." The Gnawer just says mildly, picking up the rifle and heading up the stairs to disappear for the night.