Jeremy Thomas: Eventually, he gets up, pays for his coffee, and heads off into the night.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: 3,6,4,7,7,10,5,

Adam "Fausto" Smith: 2,8,5,4,3,2,

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He spots Jer and moves to approach him, again not the most ninja of moves but not blatantly obvious, either.

Jeremy Thomas: 2,5,9,9,6,

Jeremy Thomas: He glances over as Fausto approaches, and nods to him.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "You got some time to talk?"

Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "Sure. What's up?"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He shrugs. "Just wondering if...you were aware of what's moving in the river?"

Jeremy Thomas: "Besides way too much pollution?" He shakes his head. "No. I'm guessing it's not good, though?"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Well, it's a specific type of pollution...one that's coming from the Jersey side and shows up on both sides of the curtain."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "And apparently this type of pollution is responsible for the strange disappearances of adults throughout the city. From what I understand it turns them into...water zombies or something."

Laidan: No one had been home so she had slowly wandered back out, cane softly tapping

Jeremy Thomas: "Water zombies? From Jersey?" He raises his eyes. "Is this connected to our un-friends across the river?"

Laidan: 10,2,4,7,1,3,9,

 

Laidan: 9,

Laidan: She recognizes both the scents, though she can't put a name to Jeremy's.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "No way of knowing." He sees Laidan approach. "Hello, Laidan."

Laidan: "Hello Mr.Fausto..." Sure that its okay to be near him, she moves towards his voice.

Jeremy Thomas: He looks to Laidan and smiles. "Hey, Laiden. How are you?"

Laidan: 5,6,6,

Laidan: And hearing his voice, it clicks in her head, a smile towards Jeremy. "I am alright Mr. Jeremy, thank you..." Though in actuality, she looks rather tired.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "We were just talking about that problem in the river... The pollution, and what it does to people."

Laidan: Her smiles fades, tilting an ear towards Fausto. "Those... those things were people?" Her voice hushed/

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "I'm pretty sure that the disappearances of adults in the city can be tied to the creatures that climb out of the water and attack others."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "The...pollution takes the form of a black cloud in the water on both sides of the curtain....it seems the zombies can't function beyond a certain distance."

Jeremy Thomas: He seems a little bit disturbed by that thought, but shrugs it off. "Where's the source of the pollution?"

Laidan: "So it hides how many are in the water?" Shifting a bit.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Accordign to Silkie...there's a cave...I think it's underwater...on the Jersey side of the river. She seems to believe that the pollution itself is coming out of the groundwater there."

Laidan: And she listens, like a good girl

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "She says that she saw some dead people there, too. In the cave. And she found this candle." He withdraws a blue candle from his pocket. "I was hoping, perhaps that one of you might know someone with the ability to track the owner of this candle?"

Laidan: "If there was scent, I might be able to..." But she pauses, cocking her head slightly. She isn't sure what Jeremy is, so she goes no further.

Jeremy Thomas: He frowns. "Not off the top of my head, no. I can ask around to others of us I know, see if they can."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Well, from the information I have, the person your looking for is a woman called Despair. She's the one, apparently, who's making this pollution take the form it is. She's one of the Jersey types, likes to dance." He makes a spiral shape with his finger.

Jeremy Thomas: "Mmmm." He frowns deeply at that. "Wonderful."

Algy Lacey: His hair is a little... well. Some would call it "romantic", some would call it "artistic", some would call it the touseled mop of an undisciplined layabout. The gentle brown curls fall to his shoulders, giving him a somewhat bohemian look. His face is a pleasing thing, gently rounded but with a firm jawline, a slender nose, a lover's lips. His eyes are well and truly hidden behind blackest sunglasses in the latest fashion. He wears a simple, elegant dark red velvet smoking jacket, a black velvet waistcoat with gold fleur de lys trim, a white shirt with, oh dear, just a hint of frill which is open at the throat to make it look just the right side of the gayness line. He wears black leather gloves and incongruously holds the reins to the harness of what seems suspiciously like a guide dog. One stupidly happy big black Labrador retriever, with big, gorgeous brown eyes, and a very very waggy tail.

Laidan: "May I see the candle?" Softly. "I might... be able to learn something, to find the owner. But you could always ask the people teaching me to do it. It would save you a week, maybe two, or waiting."

Algy Lacey: The dog leads him along at a lazy pace, and he hums to himself.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Well, considering how this thing is moving, I don't think we have a week, let alone two."

Laidan: "I'll ask around the park." She murmurs, head tilting towards the sound of someone humming.

Jeremy Thomas: "And I can try to recon a little across the river, see if I can find anything out."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: 2,6,8,1,8,8,3,

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He spots Algy approaching and raises a brow. He looks to Jer. "I wouldn't do something like that alone. You need a good crew for it."

Algy Lacey: He's humming something operatic, although not himself remotely talented in the singing department.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "And I think that's a good idea, Laidan. But for right now, I think I'll hold onto this. Contact me if you find someone who can help."

 

Jeremy Thomas: He grins. "I didn't say I was going to go alone. Not big with the crazy suicidal stuff, myself."

Algy Lacey: He slows as the dog starts bristling and growling at the three chatting.

Laidan: "I will." Promise in her voice, a little nod. And a slight shift away from the growling dog. Staying out of it's, and its owners, way

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He laughs, patting Jer on the back. "Good man." He looks from Lai to Jer. "Maybe Laidan can fill you in on what she knows so far. I need to talk to someone."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Mr. Lacey." He sounds pleasant. Businesslike. "I'm glad I've run into you. I was going to look you up later tonight."

Laidan: Just a tilt of her head to Fausto, acknowledging what he said

Algy Lacey: He relaxes somewhat, patting the dog's head reassuringly. "Fausto," he murmurs, smiling warmly. "What can I do for you?"

Jeremy Thomas: He nods to Fausto, letting him go, and looks to Laidan. "So what's the skinny?"

Laidan: She moves her head, to listen to Fausto and Algy, and then back to Jeremy. "Maybe we should, uhm, move away a bit... and what's skinny?"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He moves over to Algy, giving the growling dog a wide berth. "Why don't we go somewhere a bit warmer to talk? Where we can't be interrupted?"

Jeremy Thomas: He grins. "The information. Come on, let's take a walk, shall we?"

Laidan: "Okay." Waiting for him to start moving, so she can follow him.

Algy Lacey: He nods slightly. "Of course. The gallery is only a couple of blocks away. We can go to my office?"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Certainly. A fine plan."

Jeremy Thomas: He starts walking down the street, away from Algy and Fausto.

Algy Lacey: He has a momentary argument with the dog about turning back the way they came, but he eventually goes along with this new plan, and they're headed off toward SoHo.

Laidan: And she follows after Jeremy easily.

Jeremy Thomas: Once they're a ways away, he looks around to make sure no one's following or around, and looks to Laidan. "So, anyway..."

Laidan: Her voice is soft, hushed. "There are the creatures in the water, as Fausto said. They... they taste dead, and they smell dead. I can tell you sound, and taste and feel, but not what they look like... I first fought them with Mr. Karlos, to free a..." hesitating, "A garou. They were trying to drag him into the water. We attacked them again two days ago, and we caught one, but once the rest of them went away, that one died too. Someone said... a... hivemind?" A little shrug.

Laidan: "There are also... children vanishing, throughout the city. A... person is having dreams, of a bird of fire swooping down and taking them away. Around 15 by now, I have been told."

Jeremy Thomas: He frowns, keeping his voice low. "Definitely sounds like a Spiral thing to me. Bird of fire...the Phoenix." He considers this a moment.

Laidan: She fidgets a bit. "That... Garou we saved? His name is Damon. He... he -is- a Sprial. But, I think, we're working with him."

 

Jeremy Thomas: He blinks, and looks at her. "We're what? Working with a Spiral?"

Laidan: She cringes, just a little. Why does SHE always have to explain these things? "Mr. Karlos says so, and this Spiral has helped us..."

Jeremy Thomas: He frowns at that, but nods. "All right. Sorry, I've just...well, I had a bad experience with Spirals."

Laidan: "I've never heard of anyone who's had a -good- expirience with them." Softly

 

Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "Yeah. But mine was REALLY bad." He looks at the ground as they walk.

Laidan: He feels fingers gently brush an arm but she does no more. Just letting him know she's there. "I may have forgotten something, so I apologize. After a cleansing and several healings... I'm exhausted, and not quit functioning right."

Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "Don't stress it. That's something to start off with. I'll talk to Karlos, see if he can contribute anything."

Laidan: "He knows much more than I do."

 

Jeremy Thomas: He smiles at her. "Thanks for the information, Laidan. So how are you?"

Laidan: "I'm okay. I'm just... tired. I moved, into a new house with Alexis."

Jeremy Thomas: He smiles. "Good deal. Moving is a pretty tiring process...I can sympathize with that."

Laidan: She laughs softly. "I'm not tired from moving, I'm tired from everything I've done this week... We moved awhile ago. It's very very nice though."

Jeremy Thomas: "Well, good for you. I'm glad you've got a nice place."

Laidan: "Me too." She says softly. "Having a house is very nice... I never thought I'd live in one."

Jeremy Thomas: He nods, pulling a cigarette out and placing it in his mouth. "Yeah...it's been a while for me. Not that I mind, really, 'cause I don't need too big of a place. Still, houses have their definite advantages."

Laidan: "I had to get used to the stares..." She murmurs. "You can come visit, if you want." A smile tilted towards him.

Jeremy Thomas: He grins. "Thanks. Maybe I'll stop by some time."

Laidan: "You should, we like company. Alexis, and Discard and I." She smiles.

Jeremy Thomas: He lights the cigarette, and nods. "I will, then." He takes a drag, exaling the smoke in a manner so that it wafts away from Laidan. "So, beyond moving, zombies, and tired, anything new?"

Laidan: "Uhm..." She seems to think about this. "I can read braille now! I'm not great, but I know words..."

 

Laidan: She seems... very proud of herself. "Lex bought be books, so when she reads outloud, I can follow."

Jeremy Thomas: "Very cool!" He takes another drag of the smoke. "That has to be pretty empowering for you."

Laidan: "Well, I don't feel so dumb anymore..."

Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "And now you feel like you can do more, right?"

Laidan: "Yes. And people don't... question me so much. And for a lot of things, I don't have to ask Lex to read them anymore, so I don't feel so guilty."

Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "Exactly what I mean. Empowering." He smiles. "I'm very happy for you, Laidan."

Laidan: She blushes, smiling up to him. "Thank you Mr. Jeremy... I'm sorry I keep going on and on."

Jeremy Thomas: He shakes his head, speaking gently. "Don't worry about it. I don't mind at all. And please, just call me Jeremy. Or Dream, if you prefer."

Laidan: "Why Dream?" She asks curiously.

Jeremy Thomas: "It's the name I had when I lived on the street. My...mentor called me Dream as well, after I went through my First Change. So I'm equally comfortable being called both."

Laidan: "Ohh..." She says softly, her curiosity sated for now.

Jeremy Thomas: He nods, and walks along with her, smoking. He's quiet for the moment, just listening to the sounds of the city around them.

Laidan: "Jeremy?"

Jeremy Thomas: "Yeah?"

Laidan: "What are you?" Again, that soft curiosity. If a little bit of hesitation, fear of making him mad.

Jeremy Thomas: He smiles a little. "Child of Gaia. A Philodox, to be specific. You?"

Laidan: She's got a disturbingly high amount of pure breed for a metis. "Metis Fianna Theurge."

Jeremy Thomas: He nods, smiling a little. "Got it. Good to know."

Laidan: "I never met any Children before." It seems more like, she's just mentioning it. "Or Gnawers. They're... not like I wa told."

Jeremy Thomas: He chuckles a bit at that. "No one's exactly how an entire group is catagorized. Stereotypes are sometimes good for general trends, but they're usally pretty off-based and biased."

Laidan: "They are?"

Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "Typically, yeah, in my experience. Not all Get are psychopaths, not all Gnawers are homeless, not all Furies are man-haters, et cetera."

Laidan: "The Furies are very very nice people. I think, I was at a very traditional sept though. I did not stay long."

Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "Yeah, they are." He checks his watch, and sighs. "Hey, I hate to break this a little short, but I gotta take off. I'll se you later, okay?"

Laidan: "Be well Jeremy." She smiles to him, fingers again lightly brushing against his arm. "Thank you very much for your time."

Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "Any time, Laidan. Be well yourself." He smiles to her, and heads off.

Laidan: And she pauses, before retracing her steps and slipping out.

Jeremy Thomas: ((Thanks for the RP! *Hugz*))

Laidan: ((Thank you too! *snuggles*))