Como nosotros.
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kiananlogsThursday, 10 November 2016
The moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (71% full).
Felix and Justin are in the general kitchen area— and homid and glabro, respectively. The Ahroun is probably nearly done healing up some gashes, while the Galliard looks physically fine except for slightly beat-up knuckles, with hints of dried blood. Not, apparently, enough to bother healing.
"Ain't a lotta folks most places overnight," he points out, "Can always look out for 'em. Anyway, nah, I reckon it ain't; rest of us ain't safe from gettin' put in some truck neither, but at least so far they still usually gotta gin up some kinda excuse individually, 'stead of claimin' immigration shit. 's where the law an' order, stop an' frisk shit comes in. More ways to shut us up an' cover their asses. Try an' control us all, keep us quiet an' afraid."
From the top of the stairs, there's an audible yawn, followed by Trace ambling his way downstairs. The Glass Walker looks a bit beat up, some gashes that have been as well cleaned up as he can manage, and deep bruises, but apparently he's not going to bother shifting either. And at some point last night he clearly retrieved clean clothing, albeit identical to all the other clothes he wears, just clean. "Morning," he calls down, pulling the long-sleeve shirt and buttoning it up on as he gets to the ground floor. "'s there coffee or something around here?"
Justin nods his head. "They do round up people though for the fuck of it. Even if they have their legal papers and ID. Believe me, I have seen it. My family has seen it. Arizona is a good example." He ties his torn shirt about his waist, bare chested and wounded in a muscular and hairy manner. Tilting his head upwards to Trace, he says, "I have not made any yet. Just got in myself."
Felix nods to Justin. "'s what I'm sayin'," he says, "It ain't about any laws that might or might not've got broken. 's about shuttin' us up an' keepin' us down. 's about makin' sure we know it's safest if we stay outta sight, outta mind. Seen but not heard, if we GOTTA be seen." He's still clearly angry; he hasn't not been angry for a good day and a half at least. Well, maybe part of the time he was sleeping. "Nah, just woke up," he says, "Ain't made none neither. Startin' to get hungry, though." He's in what he was in last night, notably, including jacket and boots.
Trace makes a few moderately grumbling noises, before pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, taking one out, and then tossing the pack towards Felix (regardless of whether his packmate is ready to catch it). His lighter gets put back in his pocket, though. "Like I said," Trace says, and his voice has dropped back down to the usual angry-quiet, "if they come, if they come for us, we'll kill them." The promise of violence reflects in the tone of his voice as he moves over towards the couches and moves a few of the chairs so that there's some floor space, before sitting down, for now on his knees sitting on his heels. Yoga? Apparently.
"Looks like we have another Henry," Justin says with an amused grin as he watches Trace. "Is that position called The Humping Dog?" He bobs his head for a moment, then says, "So Trace I was talking to Felix because I was up all night thinking about us, the pack and I came up with an idea that I wanted to run by you and the others. I want to change our pack purpose or more important at least give us one outside of being asshole pranksters. Got some time to hear it out?"
Felix clearly wasn't quite expecting the toss, but his reactions are surprisingly quick for how he woke up today. It's not the most elegant catch he ever made, but it does end up with the pack in his hand, and not even crushed. "Thanks," he says, and does accept one, even though lighting it requires getting out his OWN tin of cigarettes to extract the lighter. "Bein' honest here, I'd rather have a Trace," he says to Justin's remark, though the position name gets a decent snicker. He at least waits until the Walker is looking his way before he tosses the pack back to him. A little more serious, he nods once to Justin's purpose talk, less agreeing than seconding, and heads over to, as long as he's thinking about it, start some coffee.
"Sí, sure." The words have a harder edge than usual, and then Trace catches the pack of cigarettes. It's the first movement he's made since sitting down in the first place, followed by grabbing a bowl from near the couch that's served as an ashtray before and will serve as one again, to rest his cigarette in. Time or not, the Glass Walker seems to be putting the yoga slightly more prioritised in his attention than the conversation. From kneeling, the ahroun moves into child's pose, and turns his head towards his packmates. "It's called the I don't rip someone's head off later today pose."
"Sick burn, Felix. But I liked Henry more than Fitz, I will at least say that. He just could not roll with coyote and I can't be too mad at him for that being a Philodox." Justin says as he folds his arms about his chest in thought.
"So, Trace, after the last few nights of us being angry and listening to you guys scream away in my head and then after our talk, I thought about what we do as Garou and the power and responsibility that we have that we may not be using correctly. I then started to think about how Briari goes out at night as a super hero, all costumed up and she beats the tar out of rapists and muggers and I started to think maybe the idea is not too crazy." Chuckling, he says, "So, I would like this to be a pack consensus, but I want us to move territory into the homeless districts and be a champion for those who cannot defend themselves. I want us to protect the hobos, people of color, people of different gender and sexuality and I want us to fight against hate crimes. I still want to pack under Coyote because he has a purpose here in the Sept and I think we can still utilize him. I want us to partner with the Roaches and their ties to humans and find out which corporations are trying to harm the homeless and what not and push them out, or low income housing to make hotels or whatever bullshit."
Making a motion to Felix, he says, "We talk about a revolution and sometimes you need to solve your problems with your fist when talking and voting won't create change. I want us to represent those who cannot protect themselves and to fight back against the man." He shrugs his shoulders upwards. "Both in and outside of the Umbra. We have ties to the police through Benedict, and ties through politics through the Walkers. We can be super heroes, just not in capes. We can be their champions."
Felix gives Justin a brief grin, closer to his usual than the earlier one, but not much longer. "Ain't sayin' I dislike Henry. Just sayin' I'd rather keep Trace. Never actually ended up meetin' Fitz. He even still around somewhere?" He gets the coffee going, and opens the fridge to stare into it for the second time this morning. "I still want to blow shit up," he adds, "but I already told him, I'm in."
Trace listens, that much is clear by the fact that he keeps his head tilted towards his packmates even as he goes through his yoga routine. Each pose is moved into, held for a bit, and then the ahroun moves into the next one, and by the time that Justin finishes, the ahroun is balancing on his arms, and after a tiny bit of wobbling and like he might just go back down, the balance happens, and he speaks. "So basically, making it more of a mission to fight for th' disadvantaged, th' marginalised, the people…" there's a pause, and Trace continues, "como nosotros. People like us." The ahroun manages a slight nod, which then disrupts his balance, but he moves back to sitting, and continues. "So yes. I'm in."
"Sí. Como nosotros," Justin confirms with a grin on his face. "Thank you. It means a lot to hear you both are in on this. I know Watcher will be good with it. He always is. Suppose we should Benny at some point but I do not see him disagreeing either. So, this week we grieve or whatever, next week we scout out territory. I'd like to be close to the hood if possible. I would not mind disrupting some gang activity once in awhile either. Get some of that coke off the streets and out of kid's noses."
"Como nosotros," Felix echoes, the words far less natural sounding from him, but good enough to be an agreement, not a question. Trace's position while talking gets a rather impressed-looking quirk of one brow; one can almost see him making a mental note to try that later. He pulls a slightly bruised apple out of the fridge, and leans up against the counter to eat. "Can I have it, then?" he asks Justin, which may or may not be a joke; if it is he does a pretty good job of it. "…I wouldn't mind startin' to scout shit now. A'ight, maybe not RIGHT now. But it'd be doin' somethin'."
From sitting, Trace goes to child's pose once again, and turns his head to look over at his packmates. "Gives me an idea of where I want to get an apartment, too," he says. "Somewhere that's central to the territory we're going for." He grins. "No offense t' your hospitality at all, I appreciate the place to crash. Just… kind of used to having somewhere I can call my own."
Justin lets out a loud snort to Felix. "No, you can't have cocaine." His eyes roll upwards humorously. "And I do not blame you, Trace. Living here is not super glamorous and it is cold. I am trying to work on getting some heat pumped in as well so that we won't have cold showers and maybe make it easier to sleep during the winter. I am a terrible Gnawer but I really do like being warm and clean."
"Seems like a waste," Felix says, taking another bite of apple. "Anyway, I'm big on warm an' clean too, but you already got the showers doin' hot water most of the time. An' this place ain't that cold anyhow. Walls an' roof are solid an' even the glass's in pretty good shape, don't get wind an' weather comin' in the sleepin' areas or nothin'." He chews, considering. "I dunno how tribe houses are supposed to work with packs technically bein' supposed to live together, though. Otherwise I'd say, we got rooms ain't been claimed yet." He shrugs.
Trace snorts, softly, before getting up and stretching a little before padding over to the kitchen to lean on the counter. "I've known…" For a moment, the ahroun's voice locks up with grief that's more rarely seen these days, rage pushing to the surface and then pushed back away and he keeps speaking like nothing happened, "plenty of packs don't live together, and some that did. It's an individual… well," Trace makes air-quotes, "'individual' sort of preference, for each pack."
Justin nods his head. "I like living with you guys, but I do not mind if you want your own places too. I got some heat coming into the showers but it goes so quick. I just need to find a better water heater and hook it up, maybe get some cash to put a new one in and not jury rig one from a junkyard. We lose a lot of heat from it. But I just feel we can be a bit more comfortable at times." He gives a wide grin to Felix. "Maybe a little bit of coke then. Just don't end up on a faces of meth website."
Felix shrugs. "I've known some as did an' some didn't, but 'least where I came from, you're s'posed to," he says, "Don't reckon no one's gonna throw a fit or nothin'. Anyway, I got my own place. It's up there." He gestures toward the stairs, and looks that way a moment. "Pretty sure it's got a Lilah in it." He finishes off the apple, with a nod to Justin. "Sounds like a decent plan. I mean, I ain't complainin', just the fact we got workin' plumbin' beats the last few places I lived 'fore here. But bein' in there when we run outta hot ain't ideal. Reckon I could scare up some cash for it…" He looks thoughtful, but only briefly; it shades into a grin as he adds, "An' deal. It's a wrench, not gonna lie, but for you, I'll stay off that website."
Trace looks over at where his jacket and shoes are, and looks back at his packmates, and grins. "Pretty sure I can help out with that hot water thing," he says. It's phrased as an offer. While the ahroun's still quiet— he usually is, after all— it's definitely not angry-quiet anymore. "And from what I've gathered," Trace grins, "this sept isn't usually that big on 'supposed to', so fuck whatever 'supposed to' and expectations anyway."
"Supposed to is stupid anyways, and if you want to donate a water heater, I would be okay with it. Long as you are. I always feel weird asking for handouts if I can build or fix something myself." Justin says as he flops a hand over his chest, giving the fuzzy flesh a scritching with his rough nails upon his glabro body. "But thank you for being on the same page as me for our pack purpose. I would not have pushed it without your agreement. I want you all to feel good about what we do here as a team. You are my best friends after all."
"A'ight, that IS my usual stance," Felix allows, with regard to fucking it vis-a-vis 'supposed to', and a gesture upward, "that's just a lot closer an' more convenient than buggin' you anywhere else." He grins, longer this time, and shrugs once more. "So, where're we thinkin', an' are we still watchin' Blitzkrieg's old patch for 'em, if we claim our own? This area an' industrial both are pretty much our folks."
Trace moves over to look through the fridge, and ends up coming out with the box of leftover pizza that's in there, which is set on the counter and opened, one slice grabbed to eat. "You didn't ask," Trace says, grinning around a mouthful of food, "I offered. And it's not like I have better things to do with the money," he points out. Another bite of pizza, and then the Walker moves over to reclaim the pack of cigarettes from the ashtray over where he was doing yoga. He goes quiet, though. "I don't know th' city well enough yet," he grumbles.
"We could always hit up the strip club if you want to burn some cash." Justin teases as he gives Felix a bump to the shoulder. "Could make some girl named Chasity's night or something." He reaches over for a slice of pizza once he makes his way over to it. "If you do not know the city well, then we should do a road trip through it. I think we should continue to take over Thane's turf and then push outwards if we can depending on our success. I do want to ease gang territory out if we can only so that it is less shit to deal with. Also maybe get some of that smack away from the homeless. I want to see about partnering with a shelter or a rehab clinic as well. I think punching people is good, but I want to make sure we can help heal as well if you guys are cool with it."
"I don't think I made a Chastity's night yet," Felix muses, as though he has a mental list of people whose nights he's made, and is trying to collect the whole set. He ashes the cigarette I totally didn't forget he was still smoking into a cup on the counter, and reaches over to claim one of those pizza slices as well. "Doin' the tour sounds like a good plan. An' I like punchin' people. But yeah, we can do the other shit too, long's they can deal with dealin' with us."
Trace flushes slightly red, and grins. "I mean that's always a good idea…" Trace pauses, and chews on his upper lip for a moment, "maybe when the moon is smaller, though." He grins, and grabs another slice of pizza. "And yeah. I'm up for that. I mean you gotta remember, I've been out here like three times since May, what chance did I get to learn my way around?"
There is a wry grin from Justin as he notices Trace's blush. He gives a look to Felix, winking. "Definitely doing a pack trip to the strip club then. Watcher will probably have to stay behind though. He won't really get it and probably freak out from over loaded sensations. Trace here though, we are gonna get him laid," he says with an amused touch of light touching his eyes.
"Also always a good idea," Felix says, grinning as well. "Someone mark the calendar. Actually, someone GET a calendar, an' then mark it." He takes a drag, tilting his head back slightly as he exhales and watching the smoke, then polishes off the first slice, and eyes what remains. "We'll give you a pass for not knowin' the place yet, given the circumstance. But you gotta catch up quick, now," he teases.
Trace grins a bit, and apparently has gotten past the being embarrassed bit. "That's what phones are for," he informs his packmate. "Shared Google calendar. With at least some form of code rather than openly putting the events on it, because of security, but still, makes life so much easier. Paper calendars are so two-thousand." There's a long pause and a drag from his cigarette, and Trace scoots the pizza box with its two remaining slices towards his packmate. "Also, apparently while we're out today, I need to get more pizza."
"Pizza, strippers, and road trips. Top three important things for coyotes to work on before we get to our new career of being super heroes without spandex." Justin laughs as he gives Trace a playful slug to the shoulder. "Fucking moon though, man. We can probably hit up WalMart without much issue though to snag frozen pizzas. Also we need toilet paper and wet wipes. Also… we could use a ton of new stuff. You want to head over now or later?"
Felix snags one of those remaining slices, and makes a start on it. "Ain't a half bad priority list," he says, "Might as well go now." He pauses, with a glance at the hand holding his cigarette, where there are still hints of dried blood. "A'ight, make that might as well go after I get a shower an' change clothes. But that ain't gonna take long."
Trace grins. "Yeah. Let me get my boots on, and stuff," the Walker agrees, finally buttoning the cuffs of his sleeves and the other buttons of his shirt, then tucking away the two guns that are next to his shoes to where they're usually concealed in his clothing. "I should buy more cigarettes, too, for that matter."
The moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (71% full).
Felix and Justin are in the general kitchen area— and homid and glabro, respectively. The Ahroun is probably nearly done healing up some gashes, while the Galliard looks physically fine except for slightly beat-up knuckles, with hints of dried blood. Not, apparently, enough to bother healing.
"Ain't a lotta folks most places overnight," he points out, "Can always look out for 'em. Anyway, nah, I reckon it ain't; rest of us ain't safe from gettin' put in some truck neither, but at least so far they still usually gotta gin up some kinda excuse individually, 'stead of claimin' immigration shit. 's where the law an' order, stop an' frisk shit comes in. More ways to shut us up an' cover their asses. Try an' control us all, keep us quiet an' afraid."
From the top of the stairs, there's an audible yawn, followed by Trace ambling his way downstairs. The Glass Walker looks a bit beat up, some gashes that have been as well cleaned up as he can manage, and deep bruises, but apparently he's not going to bother shifting either. And at some point last night he clearly retrieved clean clothing, albeit identical to all the other clothes he wears, just clean. "Morning," he calls down, pulling the long-sleeve shirt and buttoning it up on as he gets to the ground floor. "'s there coffee or something around here?"
Justin nods his head. "They do round up people though for the fuck of it. Even if they have their legal papers and ID. Believe me, I have seen it. My family has seen it. Arizona is a good example." He ties his torn shirt about his waist, bare chested and wounded in a muscular and hairy manner. Tilting his head upwards to Trace, he says, "I have not made any yet. Just got in myself."
Felix nods to Justin. "'s what I'm sayin'," he says, "It ain't about any laws that might or might not've got broken. 's about shuttin' us up an' keepin' us down. 's about makin' sure we know it's safest if we stay outta sight, outta mind. Seen but not heard, if we GOTTA be seen." He's still clearly angry; he hasn't not been angry for a good day and a half at least. Well, maybe part of the time he was sleeping. "Nah, just woke up," he says, "Ain't made none neither. Startin' to get hungry, though." He's in what he was in last night, notably, including jacket and boots.
Trace makes a few moderately grumbling noises, before pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, taking one out, and then tossing the pack towards Felix (regardless of whether his packmate is ready to catch it). His lighter gets put back in his pocket, though. "Like I said," Trace says, and his voice has dropped back down to the usual angry-quiet, "if they come, if they come for us, we'll kill them." The promise of violence reflects in the tone of his voice as he moves over towards the couches and moves a few of the chairs so that there's some floor space, before sitting down, for now on his knees sitting on his heels. Yoga? Apparently.
"Looks like we have another Henry," Justin says with an amused grin as he watches Trace. "Is that position called The Humping Dog?" He bobs his head for a moment, then says, "So Trace I was talking to Felix because I was up all night thinking about us, the pack and I came up with an idea that I wanted to run by you and the others. I want to change our pack purpose or more important at least give us one outside of being asshole pranksters. Got some time to hear it out?"
Felix clearly wasn't quite expecting the toss, but his reactions are surprisingly quick for how he woke up today. It's not the most elegant catch he ever made, but it does end up with the pack in his hand, and not even crushed. "Thanks," he says, and does accept one, even though lighting it requires getting out his OWN tin of cigarettes to extract the lighter. "Bein' honest here, I'd rather have a Trace," he says to Justin's remark, though the position name gets a decent snicker. He at least waits until the Walker is looking his way before he tosses the pack back to him. A little more serious, he nods once to Justin's purpose talk, less agreeing than seconding, and heads over to, as long as he's thinking about it, start some coffee.
"Sí, sure." The words have a harder edge than usual, and then Trace catches the pack of cigarettes. It's the first movement he's made since sitting down in the first place, followed by grabbing a bowl from near the couch that's served as an ashtray before and will serve as one again, to rest his cigarette in. Time or not, the Glass Walker seems to be putting the yoga slightly more prioritised in his attention than the conversation. From kneeling, the ahroun moves into child's pose, and turns his head towards his packmates. "It's called the I don't rip someone's head off later today pose."
"Sick burn, Felix. But I liked Henry more than Fitz, I will at least say that. He just could not roll with coyote and I can't be too mad at him for that being a Philodox." Justin says as he folds his arms about his chest in thought.
"So, Trace, after the last few nights of us being angry and listening to you guys scream away in my head and then after our talk, I thought about what we do as Garou and the power and responsibility that we have that we may not be using correctly. I then started to think about how Briari goes out at night as a super hero, all costumed up and she beats the tar out of rapists and muggers and I started to think maybe the idea is not too crazy." Chuckling, he says, "So, I would like this to be a pack consensus, but I want us to move territory into the homeless districts and be a champion for those who cannot defend themselves. I want us to protect the hobos, people of color, people of different gender and sexuality and I want us to fight against hate crimes. I still want to pack under Coyote because he has a purpose here in the Sept and I think we can still utilize him. I want us to partner with the Roaches and their ties to humans and find out which corporations are trying to harm the homeless and what not and push them out, or low income housing to make hotels or whatever bullshit."
Making a motion to Felix, he says, "We talk about a revolution and sometimes you need to solve your problems with your fist when talking and voting won't create change. I want us to represent those who cannot protect themselves and to fight back against the man." He shrugs his shoulders upwards. "Both in and outside of the Umbra. We have ties to the police through Benedict, and ties through politics through the Walkers. We can be super heroes, just not in capes. We can be their champions."
Felix gives Justin a brief grin, closer to his usual than the earlier one, but not much longer. "Ain't sayin' I dislike Henry. Just sayin' I'd rather keep Trace. Never actually ended up meetin' Fitz. He even still around somewhere?" He gets the coffee going, and opens the fridge to stare into it for the second time this morning. "I still want to blow shit up," he adds, "but I already told him, I'm in."
Trace listens, that much is clear by the fact that he keeps his head tilted towards his packmates even as he goes through his yoga routine. Each pose is moved into, held for a bit, and then the ahroun moves into the next one, and by the time that Justin finishes, the ahroun is balancing on his arms, and after a tiny bit of wobbling and like he might just go back down, the balance happens, and he speaks. "So basically, making it more of a mission to fight for th' disadvantaged, th' marginalised, the people…" there's a pause, and Trace continues, "como nosotros. People like us." The ahroun manages a slight nod, which then disrupts his balance, but he moves back to sitting, and continues. "So yes. I'm in."
"Sí. Como nosotros," Justin confirms with a grin on his face. "Thank you. It means a lot to hear you both are in on this. I know Watcher will be good with it. He always is. Suppose we should Benny at some point but I do not see him disagreeing either. So, this week we grieve or whatever, next week we scout out territory. I'd like to be close to the hood if possible. I would not mind disrupting some gang activity once in awhile either. Get some of that coke off the streets and out of kid's noses."
"Como nosotros," Felix echoes, the words far less natural sounding from him, but good enough to be an agreement, not a question. Trace's position while talking gets a rather impressed-looking quirk of one brow; one can almost see him making a mental note to try that later. He pulls a slightly bruised apple out of the fridge, and leans up against the counter to eat. "Can I have it, then?" he asks Justin, which may or may not be a joke; if it is he does a pretty good job of it. "…I wouldn't mind startin' to scout shit now. A'ight, maybe not RIGHT now. But it'd be doin' somethin'."
From sitting, Trace goes to child's pose once again, and turns his head to look over at his packmates. "Gives me an idea of where I want to get an apartment, too," he says. "Somewhere that's central to the territory we're going for." He grins. "No offense t' your hospitality at all, I appreciate the place to crash. Just… kind of used to having somewhere I can call my own."
Justin lets out a loud snort to Felix. "No, you can't have cocaine." His eyes roll upwards humorously. "And I do not blame you, Trace. Living here is not super glamorous and it is cold. I am trying to work on getting some heat pumped in as well so that we won't have cold showers and maybe make it easier to sleep during the winter. I am a terrible Gnawer but I really do like being warm and clean."
"Seems like a waste," Felix says, taking another bite of apple. "Anyway, I'm big on warm an' clean too, but you already got the showers doin' hot water most of the time. An' this place ain't that cold anyhow. Walls an' roof are solid an' even the glass's in pretty good shape, don't get wind an' weather comin' in the sleepin' areas or nothin'." He chews, considering. "I dunno how tribe houses are supposed to work with packs technically bein' supposed to live together, though. Otherwise I'd say, we got rooms ain't been claimed yet." He shrugs.
Trace snorts, softly, before getting up and stretching a little before padding over to the kitchen to lean on the counter. "I've known…" For a moment, the ahroun's voice locks up with grief that's more rarely seen these days, rage pushing to the surface and then pushed back away and he keeps speaking like nothing happened, "plenty of packs don't live together, and some that did. It's an individual… well," Trace makes air-quotes, "'individual' sort of preference, for each pack."
Justin nods his head. "I like living with you guys, but I do not mind if you want your own places too. I got some heat coming into the showers but it goes so quick. I just need to find a better water heater and hook it up, maybe get some cash to put a new one in and not jury rig one from a junkyard. We lose a lot of heat from it. But I just feel we can be a bit more comfortable at times." He gives a wide grin to Felix. "Maybe a little bit of coke then. Just don't end up on a faces of meth website."
Felix shrugs. "I've known some as did an' some didn't, but 'least where I came from, you're s'posed to," he says, "Don't reckon no one's gonna throw a fit or nothin'. Anyway, I got my own place. It's up there." He gestures toward the stairs, and looks that way a moment. "Pretty sure it's got a Lilah in it." He finishes off the apple, with a nod to Justin. "Sounds like a decent plan. I mean, I ain't complainin', just the fact we got workin' plumbin' beats the last few places I lived 'fore here. But bein' in there when we run outta hot ain't ideal. Reckon I could scare up some cash for it…" He looks thoughtful, but only briefly; it shades into a grin as he adds, "An' deal. It's a wrench, not gonna lie, but for you, I'll stay off that website."
Trace looks over at where his jacket and shoes are, and looks back at his packmates, and grins. "Pretty sure I can help out with that hot water thing," he says. It's phrased as an offer. While the ahroun's still quiet— he usually is, after all— it's definitely not angry-quiet anymore. "And from what I've gathered," Trace grins, "this sept isn't usually that big on 'supposed to', so fuck whatever 'supposed to' and expectations anyway."
"Supposed to is stupid anyways, and if you want to donate a water heater, I would be okay with it. Long as you are. I always feel weird asking for handouts if I can build or fix something myself." Justin says as he flops a hand over his chest, giving the fuzzy flesh a scritching with his rough nails upon his glabro body. "But thank you for being on the same page as me for our pack purpose. I would not have pushed it without your agreement. I want you all to feel good about what we do here as a team. You are my best friends after all."
"A'ight, that IS my usual stance," Felix allows, with regard to fucking it vis-a-vis 'supposed to', and a gesture upward, "that's just a lot closer an' more convenient than buggin' you anywhere else." He grins, longer this time, and shrugs once more. "So, where're we thinkin', an' are we still watchin' Blitzkrieg's old patch for 'em, if we claim our own? This area an' industrial both are pretty much our folks."
Trace moves over to look through the fridge, and ends up coming out with the box of leftover pizza that's in there, which is set on the counter and opened, one slice grabbed to eat. "You didn't ask," Trace says, grinning around a mouthful of food, "I offered. And it's not like I have better things to do with the money," he points out. Another bite of pizza, and then the Walker moves over to reclaim the pack of cigarettes from the ashtray over where he was doing yoga. He goes quiet, though. "I don't know th' city well enough yet," he grumbles.
"We could always hit up the strip club if you want to burn some cash." Justin teases as he gives Felix a bump to the shoulder. "Could make some girl named Chasity's night or something." He reaches over for a slice of pizza once he makes his way over to it. "If you do not know the city well, then we should do a road trip through it. I think we should continue to take over Thane's turf and then push outwards if we can depending on our success. I do want to ease gang territory out if we can only so that it is less shit to deal with. Also maybe get some of that smack away from the homeless. I want to see about partnering with a shelter or a rehab clinic as well. I think punching people is good, but I want to make sure we can help heal as well if you guys are cool with it."
"I don't think I made a Chastity's night yet," Felix muses, as though he has a mental list of people whose nights he's made, and is trying to collect the whole set. He ashes the cigarette I totally didn't forget he was still smoking into a cup on the counter, and reaches over to claim one of those pizza slices as well. "Doin' the tour sounds like a good plan. An' I like punchin' people. But yeah, we can do the other shit too, long's they can deal with dealin' with us."
Trace flushes slightly red, and grins. "I mean that's always a good idea…" Trace pauses, and chews on his upper lip for a moment, "maybe when the moon is smaller, though." He grins, and grabs another slice of pizza. "And yeah. I'm up for that. I mean you gotta remember, I've been out here like three times since May, what chance did I get to learn my way around?"
There is a wry grin from Justin as he notices Trace's blush. He gives a look to Felix, winking. "Definitely doing a pack trip to the strip club then. Watcher will probably have to stay behind though. He won't really get it and probably freak out from over loaded sensations. Trace here though, we are gonna get him laid," he says with an amused touch of light touching his eyes.
"Also always a good idea," Felix says, grinning as well. "Someone mark the calendar. Actually, someone GET a calendar, an' then mark it." He takes a drag, tilting his head back slightly as he exhales and watching the smoke, then polishes off the first slice, and eyes what remains. "We'll give you a pass for not knowin' the place yet, given the circumstance. But you gotta catch up quick, now," he teases.
Trace grins a bit, and apparently has gotten past the being embarrassed bit. "That's what phones are for," he informs his packmate. "Shared Google calendar. With at least some form of code rather than openly putting the events on it, because of security, but still, makes life so much easier. Paper calendars are so two-thousand." There's a long pause and a drag from his cigarette, and Trace scoots the pizza box with its two remaining slices towards his packmate. "Also, apparently while we're out today, I need to get more pizza."
"Pizza, strippers, and road trips. Top three important things for coyotes to work on before we get to our new career of being super heroes without spandex." Justin laughs as he gives Trace a playful slug to the shoulder. "Fucking moon though, man. We can probably hit up WalMart without much issue though to snag frozen pizzas. Also we need toilet paper and wet wipes. Also… we could use a ton of new stuff. You want to head over now or later?"
Felix snags one of those remaining slices, and makes a start on it. "Ain't a half bad priority list," he says, "Might as well go now." He pauses, with a glance at the hand holding his cigarette, where there are still hints of dried blood. "A'ight, make that might as well go after I get a shower an' change clothes. But that ain't gonna take long."
Trace grins. "Yeah. Let me get my boots on, and stuff," the Walker agrees, finally buttoning the cuffs of his sleeves and the other buttons of his shirt, then tucking away the two guns that are next to his shoes to where they're usually concealed in his clothing. "I should buy more cigarettes, too, for that matter."