Scene: Safe House Office

Present: Kevin, Tu, and Dwight

Controlled chaos is the decoration for choice for the office right now with various boxes are stored here and there, in various states of being unpacked. The desk is the only somewhat ordered surface in the room, though it has a pile of folders neatly stacked in one corner. Tu and Kevin sit at the desk, talking. "You need to start work on building up some contacts of your own, I think", the older ragabash says.

Long distance to Kevin: Tu thought it was on the first floor, for some reason.

Dwight pages: We can assume Dwight knocked/has been let in?

Kevin nods wearily. "I'll try to get to work on that once I finally get this stupid business with Tamara and Thomas out of the way... and finish painting the barn, though that needs to wait for the rain to stop." He swings round in the chair. "Speaking of Thomas, have you heard anything from him? Like, now Natalie's had to quit town, is he going to put himself forward for our elder?" By Kevin's expression, he's plainly hoping for a negative answer.

Long distance to the room: Tu would let you in when you rang the bell.

You paged Dwight with 'I can pose coming to get you, if you like.'.

Dwight pages: Sure thing.

A small smile crosses Tu's lips. "I don't imagine he would, but I'm going to ask. He's got the most time here, certainly. He knows the players better than anyone, but he's not really useful as a elder, I don't think." Tu doesn't bother getting into the 'why' of it all. "I think, barring any sudden challenge from you, that I'm going to assume control, but I want to discuss it with him." He looks ready to add to his thinking, when the buzzer rings. A quick look to his watch, and Tu stands up. "Let me get him, and I'll be right back."

The black truck's backfire gave him up first. He's here a little earlier than he said he would be, if the buzzer means it's "your cousin Dwight".. how he introduced himself over the phone. Chatty son of a bitch, saying everything and nothing, with some business in mind. He's got his back half to the door, looking up and down the road. Not really wanting to be in the city, but he's cheerful enough, in a rough sort of way. The man looks just how he sounded on the phone.

Kevin remains upstairs. He peers out of the window, spots the black truck and grins.

When he opens the door, Tu takes a minute to examine the person on the porch before he speaks. "Dwight? Hi, I'm Tu. Come on in." He chats politely with the new arrival, as he leads him back to the office on the second floor.

You paged Kevin with 'Do you know what this is about? You had a hit taken out on me, didn't you? :)'.

Kevin pages: Perish the thought!

Dwight takes off his hat when he steps inside, walking in a long, hitching stride. "How you doin'," he says, as they take up the stairs, and he's looking Tu over. "You got Natalie stowed someplace around here?"

As the two enter the office they're confronted, not with Natalie, but with Kevin, who's sitting on the windowsill cheekily, feet on the desk. "'Lo, Kernahan," he greets Dwight. "Not seen you about for a spell."

Tu claims his seat behind the desk, and gestures to Dwight to take advantage of one of the other chairs. He glances at Kevin curiosly, before he replies to Dwight. "I'm afraid Natalie has gone away on some business, and I'm not sure if she'll be back. Is there something I can help you with?"

A grin breaks over Dwight's scarred face, once he claps his eyes on Power Up. He greets him with a nod and a "Lockwood," though his gaze turns to Tu. "Guess that takes me back to the drawing board," he says, "unless that Jeren woman passed it along. Something tells me that's as likely as Lockwood here having a third testicle though. You know about the Great Hunt?"

Kevin makes a great show of sticking his hand down inside his tracksuit leggings and groping about. "No," he reports back after a few seconds, completely straight-faced.

The hint of a grin graces Tu's face, but it's quickly wrestled back under control, his business facade in place once more. "That must mean she didn't pass it along, then. However,I do know about the hunt. Well, I know a little about it, anyway."

Dwight shares a grim look with the boy, and a nod, as his gaze slips to the floor. He doesn't take a seat, but rather lays a big burned hand on the back of one, and just leans a little. "It was a god-damn failure is what," he says to Tu. "Us warriors of Gaia got the call, we went, we got our ass kicked. Boy is our face red." His eyes flick up. "We got us a rematch though. Thing is, need yall's help about it, else we're in the shitter."

Kevin drops his clowning at these words. "Now you mention it," he says to Dwight, "I heard about this from Jeren. She was there, wasn't she? There was some talk about how the hell we were going to get our own back on them. Someone was talking explosives, yeah? Depth charges or torpedoes or whatever?"

Kevin receives another curious glance from Tu, then the older ragabash pulls open a drawer and rummages a bit, producing a pad of paper and a pencil. "Is that what you need? Explosives?" He chews on his lips for a moment. "Jeremy has some contacts we might be able to use which could get us something. Do you have a specific thing in mind?"

Dwight's smile returns, a slow, simmering thing. "That's exactly what," he says. "We got us a monster in a blighted inlet. It's down in the water, and none of us can get to it. Bitch won't come out, and we can't go in. A little persuasion is in order, I think. Touch Deer thought to chuck something in there to soften it up, and I don't think he meant throwing pine cones and yelling bang. We need something good. Be real nice of you Walkers. Whattayou think?"

Kevin's eyes track towards Tu. "This gentleman here, Kernahan," he drawls cheerfully, "can get you most anything you want or need, for the right amount of dollars. A well connected man about town, he is."

Tu starts to reply, but Kevin does it first, eliciting a stare from Tu which lasts for a few seconds. Eventually, though, he nods at Dwight. "I'll see what can be done. If the cost is negligible, we'll pay for it, but if the cost is significant, we may need to figure out how to pay for it." He doesn't give an idea of what a 'negligible' cost would be. "What's the turn around time?"

Long distance to Kevin: Tu makes a note to kill you. :)

Kevin pages: Oh, noes! I'm pissing off the new elder as well as the old one!

Long distance to Kevin: Tu is going to have to suck up to kin now. Eeesh.

At this point, Tu and Jeremy have had a somewhat rocky relationship. Taking over as Elder will force him to behave better with the kin.

"We got a month, two months, tops, if we're gonna be doing this before it gets too cold. I don't wanna think about how we'd do this if the place was froze." Dwight leans away from the chair, and begins to drum his fingers on it. "We don't need a -lot-. Don't know if it'll work, and, besides, I don't want us sending folks out there with too much kablooey. The whole point is to save our own hide. Not to blow up everybody. If you're gonna get some old crappo stuff nobody will miss, just make sure it's stable enough, is all I'm saying. We are trying to line up some hocus pocus to go along with this, so if the bang don't work, we got talens. Hope both do, but we'll see. That whole inlet's a -mess-. The good part is nobody's around, so we don't gotta worry about the racket."

"You can count me in," Kevin mentions casually. "Sucked that I wasn't rited yet at the first go, nad to cool my heels here at home. I expect the whole of Requiem will be along."

"That should be achievable. Depth charges, and the like, are pretty big ,though. Usually, for waterproof explosions, you need some sort of housing to keep the thing dry until the right time. But, let me see what we can do, and I'll get back to you." He puts the pencil down, not having made any notes at all. "What's the best way to get in contact with you?"

"Lemme write ya down my number," Dwight tells him, making for the pad. "I prefer to talk face to face, though, I'm around the farm some. Lockwood knows where to get me." His eyes turn up from the paper and he grins. "Of course, if you can think up something better, go for it. Like maybe we can rig up some bang into something small enough, throw it in there, get the monster to swallow it down or something. Be creative. Let's stay away from electricity, though, on account of the ground being like so much fuckin soup. We'd all crisp up like fish sticks." Having written his number, he puts out his hand for a shake.

"I was actually joking about depth charges and torpedoes," Kevin admits as Dwight writes his number down. "Hand grenades, on the other hand, might be the right sort of level... Wonder if someone would volunteer to have a bunch strapped to them and be thrown into the water to act as bait. And don't look at me."

Tu stands up and shakes the offered hand. "I'll give it some thought, and see what's best." He takes a moment to scribble a note on some paper, than rips it from the book and folds it up. "My cell and email are the easiest way to get me", he says as he hands the note over. "We'd need something which would entice the thing, not annoy it", he directs towards Kevin, still standing.

You paged Kevin with 'Do you want another pose before me?'.

Kevin pages: Nah, I was the bad one by chucking in the silly one liner, you go first.

Tu lets Dwight see himself out, slipping back into his chair as the Shadow Lord heads back downstairs. He shakes his head, then looks towards Kevin. "A well connected man about town, he is", he mockingly says in a voice that is almost, but not quite completely, unlike an English accent. "I hope Jeremy knows someone." A sigh. "Or maybe I can track someone down myself. Two months is a good amount of time."

"I was being serious," Kevin tells Tu, having seen Dwight off the premises with a promise to see him soon out at the farm. "As far as I know you're the best bet in the whole sept at present if someone needs anything... well... dubious."

Long distance to the room: Tu takes a moment to thank Dwight for RP.

Dwight pages to the room: Thank -you-. <g>

Dwight pages to the room: Have fun with it.

Tu allows himself to be convinced by the other ragabash. "I suppose. I mean, how hard can it be to get something that can blow up under water. If worst come to worst, I'll throw it to Jeremy." He doesn't look thrilled by that possibility.

"Between the two of you, you'll surely rustle something up. Might try Trent too," Kevin suggests, "he's another technophile and he has contacts down south who might be able to oblige."

Kevin pages to the room: Anything else we should make sure to discuss IC before we wrap?

Long distance to Kevin: Tu know that Tu is giving up his storefront office and his partment, moving both here. Other than that, nothing just yet.

You paged Kevin with 'Err, Kevin would know that.'.

Kevin pages: Oh, I know... finance for the safehouse now Nat's not paying the bills or Grey.

Long distance to Kevin: Tu nods. Those are the IC conequences. And he's not paying for Cole's Apt.

Tu <-- Pack Sugar Daddy.

Long distance to the room: Tu eeks. That was ooc!

Kevin pages to the room: Hee!

"Yea, Trent too." He sighs once more, for good measure, then pushes himself back up from his chair. "Anyway, let me go back and do some more packing. We'll pick up the rest of this stuff tomorrow." He smiles at Kevin, then starts for the door. "When we have more time, you should tell me how things are going with your pack."

"Sure, there's a few stories to tell," Kevin confirms. "I'll either be here, or if we get enough sun and dry weather, I may be out painting the outside of the barn."

Tu nods. "I'd like to hear about it." He smiles, then heads down the stairs.