Jeremy Thomas: *Gets off the ferry at Ellis, dressed as normal.  He rests his walking stick against the wall, and leans next to it, lighting a cigarette as he waits*

Malcolm DeWitt: He walking among the ruins most of Ellis's old buildings having been washed into the sea back in February.  He sees Jer and waves, heading over.

Jeremy Thomas: *Smiles and pushes off from the wall, walking over to Malcolm*  Hey, Malcolm...what's happening?

Malcolm DeWitt: "Hi."  He offers his hand, his own smile a bit shy.  "How are you?"

Jeremy Thomas: *Shakes the proffered hand and gives him a sincere smile*  I'm okay...how about you?

Malcolm DeWitt: "I'm...concerned."

Jeremy Thomas: Concerned?  *His brow furrows*  What about?

Malcolm DeWitt: "Well...how much do you know about the treaty?"

Jeremy Thomas: The treaty... *He thinks, then makes an "ahh" face*  Oh, with the...yeah.  *Shrugs*  I know of it, not much more.

Malcolm DeWitt: He sighs.  "Well,"  He sighs again, looking uncomfortable.  "You...I'm not someone who's all that good with fighting.  And I don't like seeing people hurt.  So I don't like war."

Jeremy Thomas: *He nods*  I'm the exact same way.  I can fight, if needed to...but truth be told, I'm a bit of a pacifist.

Malcolm DeWitt: He nods, relaxing a bit.  "And...well...Now that Uri has left...there's no one to run the Concerto.  And no where for the various parties that might be at odds to...negotiate their way out of conflict."

Jeremy Thomas: *He nods at that*  Well, the Body of Harmony...my pa...err, group, is talking about running the Concerto.  Why, is there something we should be worried about?

Malcolm DeWitt: "Well..." He again struggles with how to put this.  "I don't know if you noticed or not, but there's been a...growing presence of vampires in Battery Park."

Jeremy Thomas: *He does a quick look around to make sure they can talk in the open*

Malcolm DeWitt: Ellis is pretty deserted, a basic waste of destroyed buildings, patrolled by were sharks.  Yeah, you could say they're alone.

Jeremy Thomas: *He looks back at Malc*  I hadn't noticed, actually...but I don't go to Battery that much.  I'd assume that any growing presence of fangy types is bad, though.

Malcolm DeWitt: "Well, yes.  And apparently...someone has been trying to convince them to go elsewhere."

Jeremy Thomas: Hmmm.... *He frowns, scratching his right jaw, where his facial hair is about two days' long*  Is Battery Park even ours?

Malcolm DeWitt: "Well, if anyone wants to launch an attack against either the Concerto, or this island, that's the right place to do it."

Jeremy Thomas: *He shrugs, nodding agreeingly*  I suppose you're right there.  Is anyone violating the Treaty yet?

Malcolm DeWitt: "Well...one of them hunted...someone inappropriate."

Jeremy Thomas: *He sighs*  Shite.  That's bad.

Malcolm DeWitt: He nods. 

Malcolm DeWitt: "I don't want this to get to the Garou...if we can deal with it at this level first...but I thought I should let you know."

Jeremy Thomas: *He nods*  Thanks...I'll see what I can do.  Do you know who's pushing the fang gang out of Battery?

Malcolm DeWitt: He hisses in an intake of breath and nods.

Malcolm DeWitt: "I'm not sure if I should tell you."

Jeremy Thomas: Jeremy frowns.  "Why not?  If you're not comfortable, that's cool...but I need to get in touch with someone to try and resolve this, and unfortunately, I don't know any of the leeches."  *he shrugs*  "Unless you know one of them I can find, which is fine."

Malcolm DeWitt: "Well, do you promise not to tell anyone I told you?"

Jeremy Thomas: He nods.  "Of course.  You have my word."

Malcolm DeWitt: He studies him closely, and then says "You swear, on your totem?"

Jeremy Thomas: He nods solemnly.  "Absolutely."

Malcolm DeWitt: He nods.  That's good enough for him.  He sits down, as if getting comfortable with Jer.  "Angelia's mate...and Karlos...and Kristjan...they've been trying to convince the vampires that there's a wolf pack claiming the park."

Malcolm DeWitt: "Apparently they also discovered that fellow Mike was...so unschooled that he had been...befriending one of them."

Jeremy Thomas: He nods, lighting another cigarette.  "Okay.  You said, 'trying to convince,' not 'they've claimed it.'"  Does anybody really control it?

Jeremy Thomas: Upon hearing about Mike, he sighs.  "Cubs..."  He shakes his head sadly.  "Okay, so Mike needs a little education in the ways of the world...that makes sense."

Malcolm DeWitt: "Well...Angelia's mate...sort of claimed it.  Posing as one of you."

Jeremy Thomas: His jaw drops.  "'Posing?'  He's not...awwww, shiiiit.  This is baaad..."

Malcolm DeWitt: "He's got them convinced, from what I understand.  And one of them hunted him, anyway."

Malcolm DeWitt: "He shot it in the face last night."

Jeremy Thomas: He puts his hands in his head, and sighs.  "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."  He looks up at Malcolm.  "This could blow up huge, Malcolm.  Technically, if Angelia's mate isn't Garou, then the treaty may not apply to him."  He shakes his head.  "Damn, I wish I knew exactly what the treaty entailed..."

Malcolm DeWitt: "I thougth he was kinfolk."

Malcolm DeWitt: "He is her mate..."

Malcolm DeWitt: "Oh, I can tell you about the treaty,"  He smiles at that, eager to please Jer, who he seems to have embraced as something of a big brother...a Stoney replacement, as it were.

Jeremy Thomas: He shrugs.  "If he is, it's news to me...I don't know him, personally.  If so, then maybew the treaty applies to him...which may be worse, depending on whether there's provisions on expanding territory...or hell, for all I know, Battery may belong to one of the two sides."

Malcolm DeWitt: "It does apply to kinfolk."  He nods.  "There was almost a war when a vampire from New Jersey attacked a kinfolk named Dana Mackintosh."

Malcolm DeWitt: "It's how I got put into position at the Concerto."

Jeremy Thomas: His eyes widen in surprise.  "Dana was here?  When was that?"  God, will that unfortunate period of his past never go away?

Malcolm DeWitt: He nods. "Years ago...she was...in thrall to a vampire named Jack."

Malcolm DeWitt: "It was her and Jack who....killed my Uncle."

Malcolm DeWitt: "She's died since...at least that's what Connie told me."

Jeremy Thomas: He scowls.  "Yeah, that sounds like Dana.  The thralling bit, not the killing."  His face saddens a little, hearing what became of one of his old acquaintances...and not a little guilt is there, too.  "I'm sorry she did that to your Uncle."

Malcolm DeWitt: He laughs.  "My Uncle was an Abomination in service to Angu the Urge of Cruelty."

Malcolm DeWitt: "So while...I may still have some small..child's love for him...I think it's for the best that he's dead.  And they...killed his unded body...his consciousness...lingered."

Jeremy Thomas: "Oh."  Surprise doesn't quite accurately describe his expression.  "Never mind about that. then.  I'm sorry he became an Abomination, and then...something else?"

Jeremy Thomas: "And I'm sorry for Dana.  Very sorry."  He shakes his head and sighs.  "Anyway...back on track..."

Malcolm DeWitt: He reaches out and puts a comforting hand on Jer's shoulder.  "I'm sorry I thought you knew.  I wouldn't have broken the news so callously if..." He sighs and shakes his head.

Jeremy Thomas: He smiles a little at the gesture.  "It's okay.  Old news, anyway...I hadn't seen her in years, anyway.  Just kind of...shocking to know what happens to old acquaintances.  Don't stress it."

Malcolm DeWitt: "I'm not very good at things sometimes." He looks a bit concerned that this whole thing has been a mistake.

Jeremy Thomas: You're doing fine, Malcom...honestly, don't stress it at all."  He takes a last, deep drag of his cigarette, then stubs it out.  "Anyway, back on track.  So Angelia's mate is a kinfolk, acting as a Garou to claim Battery Park.  And because of it, there's been a vampire who hunted him and got shot in the face."  He sighs.  "And I act on most of this, 'cause I'm not supposed to know it."  He looks down, contemplating.

Malcolm DeWitt: "Well..." he grunts a bit as he searches for something to say.  "I don't know if they hunted him ~because~ of it, or by mistake."

Malcolm DeWitt: "~He's~ convinced it's because of it...because he's that way.  Every thing...is a battle to him.  A struggle for power.  For dominance."

Malcolm DeWitt: "But I...don't think that's always the best way to...persevere."

Jeremy Thomas: He nods.  "Got it."  After a long moment, he looks at Malcolm.  "Do you know how to get in contact with the vampires?"

Malcolm DeWitt: He draws in a deep breath and nods.  "I know about teh ones in New Jersey."

Jeremy Thomas: "Which ones are those?  Someone told me there was more then one group..."

Malcolm DeWitt: "Uh...Something about the Sabbath?"

Malcolm DeWitt: "I heard Dana mention it once....I think.  Any vampire who's not with the Sabbath is fair game...at least they were when I was in charge..I think Uri might have...negotiated something else...Karlos mentioned another group.  I don't know it's name."

Jeremy Thomas: "Sabbath..."  He thinks back to the Body of Harmony meeting, and what Karlos said.  "Most evil of all..."  He shudders.  "Effing B-E-A-Utiful."

Malcolm DeWitt: He draws in a deep breath, looking a bit apprehensive, as if afraid Jer won't like him any more because of all this.  "Karlos told you about them?"

Jeremy Thomas: He nods.  "Yeah, he mentioned them while we were talking about running the Concerto Club.  Said he needed someone who could contact them."  He sighs, and half-smiles.  "Guess I just volunteered."

Malcolm DeWitt: He shakes his head.  "Uhmmm...I could it.  If you come with me."

Malcolm DeWitt: "Or maybe Kristjan..."

Malcolm DeWitt: "Unless you know where Jack is?"

Jeremy Thomas: He nods.  "I'll come with you.  I don't know where Jack is...I was hoping he was dead, actually, if Dana was."  he looks at Malcolm.  "Would you be comfortable going there?  I can go alone, if you're not..."

Malcolm DeWitt: "I could tell you where I used to find him, and you could go...but..." He sighs.  "It would be much better--much safer--if we could get them to come to the Concerto."

Malcolm DeWitt: "I know where they used to be...I would...go there...to a strip club...they would let me in...tho I was underage.  I was...in love...with the woman who..." He doesn't go on.

Jeremy Thomas: He grins.  "I agree.  But we'd need to contact them first to arrange this, which would require going anyway."

Jeremy Thomas: He nods at Malcolm's last words, no judgement in his expression, only kinship.  "Don't worry, man.  I come completely guilt-trip free.  You're not the only person to be in love with someone like that."

Malcolm DeWitt: He smiles, relaxing, tho still looking a bit worried.  "I'll go if you want me to.  But don't tell Karlos.  He'll forbid it."

Malcolm DeWitt: "It would be better, tho...if I had a friend...who could remind me to stay...focused."

Jeremy Thomas: He smiles a little bit, and nods.  "Understood...well, you can come...I'd appreciate the back up.  Can you get some firepower, just in case?"

Malcolm DeWitt: "Like a gun?"

Jeremy Thomas: He shrugs.  "That'd be a start...whatever you would need for firepower on your end."

Malcolm DeWitt: "Uhm...I think they're...pretty much respectful of the factt that I....killed one of their Bishops.  With one blow."

Jeremy Thomas: He blinks, and nods.  "Oh....kay, then.  I guess we don't need firepower, then."

Malcolm DeWitt: "His name was Kras.  He made me scared.  And then tried to...hold me."

Jeremy Thomas: "Then ya done good."  He smirks.

Malcolm DeWitt: He nods, smiling. "I'll do better this time."

Jeremy Thomas: That draws an honest-to-goodness grin.  "Eeeexcellent..." Said in his best Mr. Burns voice.

Malcolm DeWitt: He laughs, patting Jer on the shoulder again, looking a bit awkward at it, but sincere. Like a kid trying to emulate an adult gesture of friendship.

Jeremy Thomas: He grins at Malcolm, totally at ease.  "All right, then...a bit late tonight, but we can shoot for later.  Cool?"

Malcolm DeWitt: He nods. "Yes."

Malcolm DeWitt: He stands up, brushing his pants off.  Giving Jer a shy grin.  "Thanks."

Jeremy Thomas: He nods, smiling honestly.  "Any time, man.  Any time."

Malcolm DeWitt: He nods and heads over to the private boat, preparing to shove off and head back to Manhattan

Jeremy Thomas: He sits there, deciding to sit in silence and contemplate...whatever he's going to contemplate.  He'll find his own way back later