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Whispering Pines-- Apt B-4(#3898RJ$)

The apartment layout is a fairly common two-bedroom design. The front door opens into a small hallway which runs about two yards, the lefthand side pierced by an open doorway into a long, slender kitchen with little counter or cabinet space. Beyond it is an even larger openness through which what passes for the dining room can be seen.

Continuing along the front hallway leads into the living room, the largest room of the apartment, to the left. In here are two couches: one long, one short a TV and VCR set-up with a spinner nearby housing the tapes and a corner dedicated to a pretty nice looking computer set-up complete with 17" monitor, color laser printer, and scanner. One shelf of the hutch is dedicated to computer software and books ranging from X-wing vs. Tie Fighter to Java in a Nutshell to the box for Photoshop.

A second hallway opposite the first continues deeper into the building, connecting first Maire's bedroom then the apartment's bathroom on the left hand of the hall, finally the master bedroom, generally occupied by Gannon, on the very end, which, like the living room, opens up to the left as well. Contents:

Megan

Gannon and Maire

Davy raps on the front door with his knuckles. He shifts from foot to foot as he weights in the dim hallway, but no others pass him. The rush of the eight-to-five workers is already past, and most of the rest still sleep.

A damp Megan answers the door, dressed normally in shorts and a polo shirt, and a puzzled smile on her face at seeing the ragabash. "Good morning, Davy."

Davy flashes a smile in return. "Morning." He gestures inside. "I would have rung, but I was afraid of waking the baby. Can I come in?"

Megan steps aside from the door with a grin. "Sure. Maire's awake, if you'd like to see her at all. Would you like some breakfast? I was just about to make some," she says as she heads into the kitchen very near the front door.

You say "Breakfast would be great." He steps inside and shuts the door. "And I'll be glad to play with her a bit. I'm not one that gets goo-goo over kids, but for yours I can make an exception." He winks. "Where is she?""

Megan smirks but there is real amusement in her expression. "Gannon was getting her dressed last I saw, they'll probably be out soon. So, what brings you over this morning?"

Davy sits down at the table. "Let me know if I can help you with anything, now. Came over because I wanted something, of couse." He winks again, his easy grin putting the lie to any urgency. "I remembered the scuffle back when one of your 'mates was taken, and the power you had over techno-toys. Uncle Pete has it, but we've been hurting for it while he's bailed on us. Good way to keep from getting shot, and having to shift."

Megan grins widely. "And, lemme guess, you want to learn it? Sure," Megan agrees easily. "You and Arlen probably cover the apartment as part of your patrols, so you're doing me a huge favor in keeping them," she says with a look and a jerk of her chin to the back of the apartment, "safe. When do you want to start?"

Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (25% full).

Davy's grin widens as his tribemate agrees. "Any time you're ready. It's a good time now, because when the moon gets thicker we have to patrol Umbra too. But you're the teach, so you get the say."

Megan tilts her head and grins, as she puts strips of peppered bacon in a cast-iron skillet to begin frying. "I could start today, I think. Although," her brow furrows as she begins thinking, pausing in her food preparation to aid her concentration. "We probably should find some sort of mechanical device that's got a presence in the Umbra, Awakened or something, to start on, and do it out at the Caern. I think it might be easier to see how things work there, first."

"Paul's got that machine gun," the ragabash offers. "I don't know if he ever takes it into the Umbra, though. Most people other than Walkers don't do that."

Megan grimaces at the mention of the gun. She flips the bacon, then asks, "Does Arlen know the rite to Awaken spirits?"

Davy frowns thoughtfully, "I think so. Not sure, though. Most of the time, I'm either not around or I'm guarding her butt. Not watching."

"Hmm. Esther knows it, I think," Megan comments. "Maybe she'll help. I've never taught the gift before," she explains, "and I learned it from a spirit, so I'm trying to figure out the easiest way to duplicate the gremlin being able to show me exactly where to look. A spirit manifestation's the closest thing I can think of. Or, maybe something dedicated. In that case, maybe the Glass Walkers might have something to practice on."

Davy nods. "We have quite a collection of guns and stuff, if that's all you need."

Megan's mouth twitches. "They might. Any of them Dedicated? You might need to be ready to give it up as lost, though."

Davy shakes his head. "I don't even have the ones I normally carry dedicated. But we have others. Loot. It'll be no big deal if we lose one." He sniffs appreciably at the cooking meat, then adds, "Thank a lot for this, Megan. If I can ever teach you or one of your packmates something, let me know."

Megan takes the bacon off the skillet onto paper towels to drain, then cracks two eggs into the remaining grease to begin frying, and grins. "I'll give Esther a call, then. And, you're more than welcome." At the offer, she turns curious to ask, "What d'you know?"

Davy considers the question. "Mostly ragabash stuff," he admits. "My last pack was all Fianna, and so it was more important for me to be a great scout than a great Irishman. Did learn the lucky gift when I went up in rank, though, and I know the old way of calling on the ancestors."

Megan flips the eggs over with a scowl as she breaks the yolk of one, but then looks over to the ragabash. "What's that? The last one, that is?"

You say "It's a rite, not a gift. Not very hard, if you know your bloodlines. Helps keep your will strong, when you need it."

"Really?" Megan asks, before sliding the eggs out of the skillet and onto a waiting plate, adding bacon and toast and putting the whole thing before Davy at the table. "That sounds like an interesting rite." She pauses, then grins. "I think just knowing it would be cool. I think Eamon or Shea'd could probably use the gift of being lucky. I'll see if either of them are interested. Brian knows quite a few of the gifts of our tribe...and I think Steven's picked up at least one Brian doesn't know. The only one I know is mimicking the howl of the Bean Sidhe, which I learned from Brian."

Davy's grin fades a little with the reminder of that dread spirit. "That one gives even me the creeps. Do you have to meet one, to learn it?"

Megan laughs, but she rubs her arms against sudden goosebumps. "No, but sometimes during the teaching I wondered if it would be much worse. The kinds of things you have to feel to really get it right..." she trails off, then shakes her head violently. "Milk or apple juice? Or, I can make tea."

You say "Juice would be great." He shakes his head as well, then says, "Well, for any and all, just get with me. I'm no Gazer contemplating my navel, but sometimes we have to learn and teach to survive. I'm always up for that."

Megan fetches the juice and pours a healthy glass of it out, offering it out to the ragabash with a grin. "I'll pass the word on, then. My reasons for learning and teaching are usually different," she says on her way back to the stove. "I wonder how many of us leave or die before their knowledge is left with those of us behind."

Davy, sober for once, returns, "Probably too many." He raises the glass in a toast, then drink the first third in one draught. Lowering the glass, he says, "I can see that. Arlen talks like that. I just never got the habit of learning for the sake of learning, I guess."

A corner of Megan's mouth twitches in the beginnings of a half-grin. "It's not for everyone. And I'd imagine the skills useful for a ragabash are more of learn-on-the-job rather than any kind of more formal education. Right?"

Davy laughs. "Right. Some of the gifts are even fun." He cocks his head. "Saw a fellow Fianna once turn a glass of water into beer. Now, /that's/ a gift." He winks again.

Megan grins broadly. "I've *heard* of that gift. That's more like something Steven should learn. Might save him a ton of money."

Davy shakes his head, still grinning. "I'd love to have seen the original teaching of that gift."

Megan suddenly snickers. "Maybe that's how the gift for resisting poisons came about?"

Davy's laugh gains volume at that. "Oh, even if that's not true, it should be. Maybe I'll sniff around for a story, or make one up for the next tribal moot."

Megan grins. "Now *there's* an idea. Lughnasadh is coming up...maybe we can make a story portion. I'd love to hear what you come up with," she says with a challenging wink.

Davy declares definitively, "Stories kick ass." He then shakes his head. "Shame more people don't tell them, around the fire. Not that I'm woodside as much anymore, anyway."

"The fire's gone," Megan adds more quietly, but still smiling lightly. "But there's always the Grotto. Don't have to worry about Athros and Silver Fangs and Wendigos getting offended at some perceived desecration of holy ground," she intones sepulcharly, then relaxes jokingly. "And of course, it's closer to Brian's stash."

Davy waggles his brows. "The real reason to be interested." He continues working on his breakfast for a few bites, then asks, "Did that cub you suggested to me ever get back?"

Megan's eggs come out extra-crispy, probably not what she intended, and she scowls balefully at them as if it's their fault. "Hmmm?" she asks at the question. " Oh, Kane. No." Another grimace, this one of concern. "You know how the Umbra can be, though, and Branwyn's been keeping an eye on him occasionally, so he's still okay. There's been a couple of other new cubs, but they're too new to tell yet. Although," she pauses musingly. "There's a new Fianna cub, Trevor. New moon. Maybe if you get to him early? And saving him from Rusty would be another bonus."

Davy tilts his head. "Saved from Rusty? I don't know much about the kid, other than he has a sweet tooth. He a wuss?"

Megan brings her breakfast over to the dining room table along with a glass of milk, snorting. "Never heard much about his combat abilities. He's Eamon's nephew but...I just get bad vibes about him sometimes. His idea of being a ragabash seems to me to be that rules don't apply to him." She then laughs a little. "Which I guess is understandable why I don't entirely approve."

Davy grins at the philodox, then leans back in his chair. "Isn't the way," he says. "Sometimes you have to go around the rules, to point out to someone what a bonehead they're being. But that doesn't mean they don't apply, or that they can't pound you into snot for it."

Megan flashes a grin. "Exactly. So, maybe it'd do him some good to get some seasoning by someone else?" she asks with blatant enticement.

Davy grunts. "As long as he's like Jewel. I'll deal with pains in the ass, but I won't deal with brats."

"Honestly don't know what he's like," Megan says, sopping up her eggs with the toast. "I was in Ireland for the first few weeks she was around, and then I just never really got to know her before she went on her Rite. And then she left so soon after getting back. I take it she was a pain in the ass?"

Davy chuckles. "In some ways. I'm pretty sure Steven found her so. But she had brains and guts and balls. At least enough for a cub. I'll deal with those types, but I'm not in the business of wiping noses."

Megan half-grins slyly. "Well, I'm betting Rusty's doing that, and I can in a pinch. If he is a whiny snot-nose, though, he needs broken of a bad habit anyway."

Davy nods, "I'll give you the word, if he is. He at the farm?"

Megan nods once. "Yep. Duncan helped bring him in, so he may also know where he's about if you can't readily find him."

Davy nods again. He finishes his breakfast and even plays with the baby for a short time before disappearing back to his business.

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