Joe Vellim: *He juggles flowers, a recepie book, that same damn massive teddy bear... then heyo, a brief snort from a small flask. Never hurts to calm the nerves a bit. ~then~ a knock on the door.*

Ita McNairee: *fat and in bed. she couldn't abide it. and so the pikey's waddling heavily about the house against Dr.'s orders. she was like a bird needing to nest. the house needed to be clean suddenly, and frustrated that she couldn't do it all as she'd like. she was settling with tidying. this pillow here. that one there. magazine arranged, feather picked up.. or tried at anyway. she perks at the door. eeep. Allo?*

Ita McNairee: (eep* allo?)

Joe Vellim: Dat bettah naht be YEW doin' da Godzilla walkin' around 'ting inneah.... *One could almost hear a repeat of the Honeymooners.*

Joe Vellim: *A scowl as he tries to nudge a giant round ear out of the way of his mouth.*

Aerin Thomas: He's just coming out of the shower, towel wrapped securely around his waist. The man's hair is wets, slicked back, and...here's a change...he's clean-shaven, the loss of hair having apparently happened while he was in the bathroom. He looks over at Ita as she waddles toward the door, blinking. "Ita..." It's a warning sound, albeit gentle.

Ita McNairee: och Joe! *she grins, a wince as her stomach gives her a bit of pain, the pikey waves at the door amidst Snarling and growling of a husky* Coome en loves. ets open.

Aerin Thomas: At the sound of Joe and the door opening, he sighs, and high-tails it to the bedroom, so he can get dressed.

Joe Vellim: Ah... great... *the sound of more juggling...* yeah... jussa... jussa sec.. *something is dropped, and he flicks the door open with one hand- kicking in the giant yellow bear with one foot, hustling a giant box of diapers in under one arm. Poor Joe.. he sees no dog.*

Joe Vellim: Whadda yew UP feh, huh? Doctah wadn't speakin' no Chinese, wasshe? *He snorts, as always showing concern in true Hells Kitchen fashion.*

Ita McNairee: *that is so not good for the dogs, Brutis all hackles and teeth as a bear diaper golem thing tries to approach ita, who's busy trying to seetle some crows, half turned* Soory joe.. tha animals are aul en a fuss an hungry..

Aerin Thomas: A few moments later, and he comes out from the bedroom, a green button-down hanging open around his shoulders and a pair of slacks on. "I've been watching her as much as I can...unfortunately, SOMEONE decided to take advantage of my need to shower." He sighs and shakes his head.

Ita McNairee: ah'm nae an envalid *She crows, smoothing her hands over her belly as she chirps to a crow to stop tearing the aphgan apart*

Joe Vellim: *Its not easy to take all at once, trying to nod in mannish agreement with Aerin, sort out where flowers and diaper boxes go, scold Ita some more- then his eyes land on the menacing dog- a bratwurst finger levels in the firm disbelief of the truly frightened at the dog- and he tries to pedal toward high ground. He blares out an explanational.* HAUGH! *That seems to get across everything it needs to.. Joe begins to contemplate throwing the big box... occupy its teeth so he can survive, or summat.*

Aerin Thomas: "No, but you ARE in a...gentle state of health at the moment," he counters. Gentle...much better word then fragile, though he'll bust that one out too, if necessary. "And the doctors warned us. Please don't make me carry you to the hospital again..."

Joe Vellim: hungry...whyissithungry... *eyes widen- part threat as he stares at the dog with leery gaze.*

Joe Vellim: yeh. Yeh fragile- dassright. *He nods emphatically... eyes still on the dog.*

Aerin Thomas: He blinks at Joe freaks out over Brutis, and drops to a crouch. "Brutis!" It's a commanding tone to the dog. "Over here." A gesture for the vicious husky to approach.

Joe Vellim: yeh... ovah deah... *murmured almost to himself. Nevermind flowers. That thing ovah deah's a killah. He puts them on the coffee table and plants the box between him and... that. Over there.*

Ita McNairee: Ah'm nae en sooch a- *she's cut off by the altercation with the dog, who seems to thing joe being afraid is all the more reason to be suspicious and menacing, a glance back at Aerin as it wavers where it stands, huge mastiff getting up to see what the fuss is about trotting over as Ita scolds* och Joe ets aulrecht.. ee's fine..

Joe Vellim: s..shuwah... jes... jesfine.. eyuh... *he swipes a finger under his nose.* Yew guys got da big kind, uh? *Blinks at the other one.*

Ita McNairee: *pups bound out from the bedroom, fighting and tumbling, no wonder the house smellls like dog. two spotted dane puppies the size of small bordercollies. crows fly to perch on the bag of diapers and peck at the plastic*

Aerin Thomas: He frowns, and stands up, moving toward the dog, to take him by the collar and carry him away from the other man.

Ita McNairee: *The former Doberman tucks its furry tail to its belly and drags its feet. collar? surely you jest! but there's a scruff to grab as the MAstiff trots up to sniff Joe's bear. then joe. Ita yipping and pointing this way an that. getting the pups out of the way with a frazzled look*

Joe Vellim: *A broad hand makes a pass across his forehead as Aerin brings off the other one. It seems the two pups may just seal the deal- he looks around, disbelieving.* Sa... yew guys liveheah tew??

Joe Vellim: *He backs away from the Mastiff as swiftly as the other is able to gambol over. Newp. Not really Joe's scene, it seems...* Ey ey ey ey ey EY! *He's on the couch. Not real sure how he got there... but say.. pretty good up here, really.* Lissen uh... 'tink ah bettah leave youse tew it, uh?

Aerin Thomas: Then scruff it is, and he drags the dog away from Joe with a determined gait. Not painful to the dog, but the look the man of Rage is giving Brutis is more then a bit annoyed.

Ita McNairee: och ye selly darlin.. they're jes dags. ye dinnae like dags? *poor brutis doesn't know whether to walk or get low to the ground and submissive, trying to do both with pale blue eyes flicking to and from the man. Ita meanwhile is trundling towards Joe, puppies at her heels as she moves heavily* darlin.. set.

Joe Vellim: *He has his hands up toward his chest- it looks timid, until one considers what things like THAT lead to. He shoves the tips of fingers into his coat pockets, dimly aware the dog may have seen boxing on TV or summat.. may look threatenin' or sometin.*

Aerin Thomas: He relases Brutis, and just points to the bedroom. "GO." A glance over to Clay, and he sighs. "Brutis...Frey...Freya. C'mon, guys, let's leave Joe alone..."

Ita McNairee: *Brutis slinks into the bedroom, just inside the door..Ita meanwhile yipping, pointedly as she touches Joe's knee as he's all perched up on the couch. all but freya scamper towards Aerin, Mastiff taking a parting sniff. the crows watching everything with beady eyes* jaysus loves.. set.

Joe Vellim: Yeh... *unconvinced. But there's something he can settle on. One broad boot finds the floor. Then the other- as soon as he's sure he doesn't have to get back up. No jowls near his crotch- newp. Nossir.* Yeh shouldt be inna ~bed~ an yew knowit. *He scowls briefly, then gestures toward the box of diapers* I uh... ah gaht da ones feh big asses. Donnow what size dey ah.

Ita McNairee: *the bitch sits on Ita's foot, watching joe in all her polkadotted glory as the other dogs dissappear into the bedroom, Ita slowly settles into the couch beside Joe, brown eyes finding Aerin. a sheepish smile, warm* Thank ye loves, reckon effen they dinnae fet recht quick ee'll grow entae em.

Ita McNairee: *yep. she's ignoring the whole "out of bed" comment. see no evil.. hear no evil... speak no evil..*

Aerin Thomas: He takes a seat on the other couch from Ita & Joe, scooping up Freya on the way. He watches Ita & Joe a little bit. "Couch will work as a bed, Ita. For now." A raised eyebrow as he settles the dalmation in his lap, petting her.

Joe Vellim: *He keeps glowering.* Sa... whadifya mash 'im? All movin' aroun' doin' da Godzilla 'ting... scarin' off da neibahs. *A smile slowly threatens to emerge from the scowl.*

Joe Vellim: yeh yeh- heah- *He gets up from the couch, and grabs the flowers.* Kitchen, yeah? *He shakes them a bit, heading off after another glance for crazed, savage creatures from the jungle.*

Ita McNairee: mashin? och.. *she gives a goodnatured scowl* Godzilla. bollox. *her hands find her belly with a jingle and she sighs, rubbing at Archie idly. she looks to Aerin and shakes her head* ah'm gien batty loves.. nae able tae dae naethen. ah dinnae thenk tha dr. meant aul tha time.. aye?

Aerin Thomas: ((dalmation = Dane mix)) He grins a little bit at Joe's comment, and shakes his head.

Ita McNairee: *a nod, the pikey touching joe's elbow as he rises*

Aerin Thomas: "Yes, the doctor most definitely DID mean all the time, Ita. You see, that's what BED REST means." He looks up at her, eyebrow raised. "Trust me, love. You were dopie and/or asleep most of the night. I had plenty of time to ask questions."

Joe Vellim: See? SEE deah? *He points at Aerin. Lots of pointing today.* Sa.. ta bed! s'just feh a month, saucy!

Ita McNairee: och bollox. *yep. thats what she has to say about that. nodding her head sagely, hair in a tangle. she blinks* ye shaved et aft. *she looks to joe a grin spreading on her face* och. ye gintae make me loves? dags are aul en there.. *she teases, head tilted*

Joe Vellim: Yeh, dat's why ah broughtcha flowahs, aintit. *He snorts, comes back into the living room. Genius of a man where little niceties are concerned- he left the flowers on the counter. As that's what they seem to do on TV. No water, just counter. He gives Aerin's face a look over.* heh.. damn.. ya look yungah!

Aerin Thomas: "Bollox my skinny white ass, Ita." No, he's not taking the shave comment as distraction. Not this time. One panicked hospital run is enough for this man.

Ita McNairee: *can you have a mutiny of one? she's sure trying* reckon theyre a little moore dangly under darlin..*distract! divert! confuse! Bring dogs into it! the pikey way! she bites her lip and smiles, looking from joe to Aerin*

Laidan (and Tori): Knock knock on the door.

Joe Vellim: *He nods, glancing at the bedroom.* yeh- I figgah Aerin heah's done pretty good widda dogs- diapahs an dat fekkin beah's enough feh me. Ta BED witya!

Aerin Thomas: A little grin, though, goes to them both, breifly acknowledging the change of his facial hair. "I get bored with it every now and then...and yeah, I know. I do look younger. Probably'll get carded now." He looks over to Ita. "None of your sneaky Rroma tactics, dear. You're not changing this topic so easily."

Ita McNairee: *she resist the urge to struggle to her feet. looking to the door as snarling happens from the bedroom*

Aerin Thomas: He looks to the door, then back to Joe. "Try to reason with her, Joe, if you can." He stands up, heading to the door...damn, no gun. Ah, well. He looks through the peephole and smiles, before opening the door. "Hey, you. Come on in."

Joe Vellim: *Glances again* No stress, uh? *more to himself.*

Ita McNairee: Och.. *she points to the door... jingling of charms marking a welcome distraction*

Laidan (and Tori): The blind woman smiles to Aerin, Tori cradeled safely in her arms. A bag slung over one shoulder probably has all she needs for Tori (thank you Eddie) and she's dressed in that simple sundress. She slips in quickly. "Hello Aerin."

Joe Vellim: Shuwah, *He nods at Aerin.* Figgah ah'll jes use da same tactics ah did befoah. Ahmean.. she aint really in boxin shape... *He murmurs, mock consideringly as he squints at the woman, standing over her. A sigh, and he reaches down toward her.* Bet she shuwah is shaped like a RUCSACK! Sa figgah a bitah heavin' an' she'll have no choice, uh?

Aerin Thomas: "Hey, Laidan." He closes the door behind her, and beams to his daughter. "And hey, you, little one."

Ita McNairee: Nae joe! dinnae! *she crows, brown eyes widening in alarm*

Laidan (and Tori): There is a slow, confused blink at the drawl of Joe's she can just barely decipher. Tori seems to be just waking up, blinking sleepily at Aerin.

Ita McNairee: *she looks past joe, a smile to laidan. as she chirps* Allo Lai!

Joe Vellim: *He glances up to Laidan, an offhand thing, having met the woman once before.... but the glance lingers. There's... something... happened to the nice seeming irish looker.* 'Eyah deah, Laid'n. *He even pauses in bodily readjusting Ita.*

Laidan (and Tori): She doesn't LOOK dangerous, the willowy pale woman. A smile is given to both, and her reponse is a little slower, as if she JUST remembered Joe. "Hello Ita... Joe."

Joe Vellim: *He nods back... not quiiite ever turning from her.. doesn't exactly..~seem~ pissed.. s'toobad. He goes back to lifting Ita's legs, one at a time, and resettling them on the couch lying down.*

Aerin Thomas: "Here, let me take her off your hands for you a moment, Lai." He reaches out for Tori, gently.

Ita McNairee: Och damnet.. Joe.. *she curses him in gaelic as she's forcibly rearranged back lying down. she heaves a sigh* darlin ah was fine setten

Laidan (and Tori): She smoothly hands over Tori to Aerin, dropping her hand to her side. Tori's arms flail momentarily, and then she settles in Aerin's arms.

Joe Vellim: Yeh, but I saw dat one wit Mothra- get Godzilla onnis back, 'e can't samuch ahgue witya, huh?! *One can hear the laughter in a voice roughed by whiskey.*

Aerin Thomas: A little, loving smile, and he holds Tori gently to him, speaking softly in Romani to the little girl. Ita's been saved by the baby...from Aerin, at least.

Joe Vellim: *He chucks Ita's cheek a little. Just a stroke. Or would be. Were one stroked on the cheek with a sausage.*

Ita McNairee: Och yer a prat.. *she rolls kind eyes, a hand reaching up to rub the man's bald head affectionately. a sigh as she looks to lai* och. thank ye lai darlin.. fer taken care o tha wee wan.

Laidan (and Tori): She stands off to the side, gently sliding her bag off. Aerin has Tori, and Joe is with Ita, so she stays quietly off to the side for now.

Laidan (and Tori): "You're welcome Ita." She says quietly. "I still can, when you need me too."

Joe Vellim: *The coffee table creaks as Joe perches himself on it.* Ya wanna siddown, Laid'n?

Ita McNairee: och, o course loves.. thank ye. *she nods, trying to sit up despite joe's efforts. at least a little. all this bedrest was killing her back* aye.. coome. take a seat darlin.. mind ye dinnae trep awn Freeya tho aye?

Joe Vellim: *A grin to Ita. So she's not mad about the shuffling up.. that's good.*

Laidan (and Tori): "I won't trip on Freeya." She promises, navigating her way through the house pretty easily, towards where Ita is.

Aerin Thomas: He follows along behind Laidan, eyes on Tori as he cradles her carefully.

Aerin Thomas: "Freya," he says, as an afterthought. "When translated through the Ita-to-English dictionary, that is."

Ita McNairee: *she nods with a grin* tha's wha ah said selly blighter... *ita sets a hand on joe's knee, pushing on him as she tries to make a little room at the edge of the couch for lai. granted there IS another couch.. but this facilitated sitting UP*

Laidan (and Tori): "Ohh." The girl says softly to Aerin. Tori waves a little hand, awake and alert now.

Joe Vellim: *Chin cradled in one hand, the bullish irishman watches Ita with an eyebrow raised.* See? s'like Godzilla, aint it. *The smile covered by fingers.*

Aerin Thomas: He takes a seat on the empty couch, himself, giving the others plenty of room.

Ita McNairee: ah'm gintae sod ye ah am. *she warns. oh so threatening. Pregnant Ita Vs The boxer. any bets?*

Laidan (and Tori): Little Lai settles off to the side, because she thinks Ita is still laying down, listening to them all talk.

Joe Vellim: *He chuckles a little, helps her perch- sort of- though still more lying down than up.. whoops. He does edge away from Laidan a bit.. that's just.. wiehd.. unsure what's wrong.. just over here is a bit better than any sort of closer. He glances at Aerin.. then back to her.. something tumbling through a mind sharper than he tends to demonstrate. eh, whatever.*

Aerin Thomas: "You'll sod nothing, love." A little chuckle, as he looks from Tori up to her. "Physical violence definitely violates the bed rest commandment."

Ita McNairee: ah could sod hem frem ee're ..ee's nae tha far.. *she grins up to joe, then back to aerin* Och lai darlin.. was tha wee wan aulrecht fer ye?

Laidan (and Tori): "She was very good for me." A little smile flickers on her face.

Joe Vellim: Nevah really been sa shuwah onnis soddin' bidness anyways. Aint it kinda wavin' yeh ahms aroun' an actin' like summat's up? Bein' all threatenin'? *Smiling openly.*

Ita McNairee: Och! *outrage. she darts a hand to pinch the inside of Joe's knee, looking scandalized. a shake of her head as she watches lai*

Joe Vellim: *He quiets for the most part, listening, watching, but saying little. The occasional glance to the bedroom door, though..*

Aerin Thomas: "I don't know that I've really ever seen her sod anyone," he says, teasing lightly. "It may just be a fake word she's made up, or one that means 'Ignore all rules set down for anything remotely approaching safety.'" He grins, and looks to Laidan. "What have you been up to, Lai?"

Joe Vellim: *He begins to point at Aerin a bit- eyes widened slightly and nodding.. almost as though having found another to grasp this must mean quite a bit.* Yeh.... yeeeeeeah....

Laidan (and Tori): "Uhm." Comes the again quiet reponse. "Watching Tori. And a couple other things." No, really. Just Tori. And sometimes the other kids. But mostly Tori.

Ita McNairee: Och! *she looks around for something to throw, making a face* Ah Sodded Josh ah ded! ee couldnae gie a punch tae steck, beg as ee was.

Aerin Thomas: He sighs. "Tell me this wasn't resent. Please?"

Laidan (and Tori): Her head tilts faintly at the mention of her packmate.

Ita McNairee: nae, ah was stell dead darlin, dinnae woory. *she nods, wincing as archi takes exception to her position with a kick, puppy clmabering to lie on her feet*

Joe Vellim: dat big fuckah..? *He blinks at her... stroking his chin.* reeeally...

Aerin Thomas: "Oh, oka-" He stops. Blinks. Looks to Joe. Looks back to Ita.

Joe Vellim: *Did he hear that? Doesn't... really seem like it.*

Ita McNairee: *she nods to joe* ets aulrecht doves, we were sparren fer giggles es aul.

Laidan (and Tori): She stands up straighter, leaning slightly in the direction of the door. "I should go." A little smile. "I'll stop by tomrrow to help, if I can."

Ita McNairee: *she looks to Aerin in confusion. then back to joe. what'd she say??*

Joe Vellim: *He smiles at Laidan, rising to his feet and checking his pockets.* Yeh, me too maybe. *A glance at each.. maybe dey missed dat little... hopefully.*

Aerin Thomas: He blinks as Joe didn't seem to get it, and sighs. Ah, well. That was luck...he looks to Laidan, nodding. "Okay, Laidan. Thank you for stopping by, and thank you for watching Tori Dream. We appreciate it."

Ita McNairee: yer 'eaden oot joe darlin? *she looks up to the short irishman, a soft smile, looking towards lai as well* thank ye sweetdove. ye coome by soon as ye like.. aye?

Laidan (and Tori): Softly, almost too softly, she responds to Aerin. "You're welcome. And okay Ita. Bye Aerin, bye Ita, bye Joe." A pause, and she heads for the door.

Aerin Thomas: "Goodbye, Laidan. Have a good evening."

Joe Vellim: *He begins to sidle toward the door... hmm..*

Joe Vellim: Latah Laid'n- we shouldt gedda sammich eh? *He chuckles, and nods to Ita.* Yeh, probly bettah take oaff tew. We gahtta 'ting goin' at Tooleys- maybe win a bittah summat on da races, yeah?

Laidan (and Tori): "Okay." She says quietly to Joe, and then slips out the door.

Ita McNairee: *she's watching joe perplexed, then she smiles* och aye darlin. dinnae lose yer kit.

Joe Vellim: HAH! *He blares* Nedda kit foyst, yeah? *He glances at Aerin, back to Ita..* Sa ah'll call tamorrah, yeah? Lemme know if she goes Godzilla an' gahtta hit da doctah's?

Aerin Thomas: "Goodbye, Joe. Nice seeing you." He nods to the man, watching him with a smile, though there's an odd look in his eyes. He cradles Tori, leaning back with a sigh, and looks over to Ita.

Aerin Thomas: "Will do, Joe. Take care...see you later."

Joe Vellim: *Maybe a little eep at the look... yep. Time to go... he sidles out the door, closing it softly behind him before making for the subway. Collar loosened a bit.. yeah.. need practice on that whole shuttin mah yap.*

Ita McNairee: och.. G'necht ye prat. *she frowns, eyes sparkling with affection as she sighs and gets comfortable best she can on the couch*

Joe: (Thanks for the scene!)

Aerin Thomas: He lets the door shut before moving over to sit on the couch next to Ita. "Hey, you."

Ita McNairee: *the dog skitters up to lay beside her as she shifts a little and smiles to him softly, maybe a little sheepishly... she had been out of bed alot* Allo yerself.

Aerin Thomas: He chuckles a little bit, settling in. "How are you feeling?" He plays keep-away with a finger for little Tori, who seems content to make little grabs for it.

Ita McNairee: wee bet knackered. back hurts like ruddy 'ell. aulrecht tho. *she pushes a bit of hair from her face*

Aerin Thomas: He nods just a little bit. "Good." he's quiet a moment. "Umm...love? Did you notice you mentioned the fact that you were previously dead in front of Joe?"

Ita McNairee: *her mouth opens and shuts, a blink*.. och. *another blink, her face blossoming into a smile* och tha's aulrecht darlin.. ee kains aul aboot tha.

Aerin Thomas: Now, it's his turn to do the opening and closing of the mouth. "He, ah..." He blinks. "Joe knows?" He doesn't look angry or upset...just a little concerned, natural paranoia kicking in.

Ita McNairee: och aye darlin.. pecked oop awn me nae breathen an sooch. ye kain ow ah'd bleed? *she nods, giving him a reassuring smile, eyes slipping towards shut* ets aulrecht darlin.. *she yawns* ee's good folks.

Aerin Thomas: "I know he is, Ita." He nods, frowning ever so lightly, contemplative. "I'm just concerned about him. The more that know, the more that could be in danger from your old crew, simply be-CAUSE they know." He settles Tori into on arm, the free arm reaching over to brush Ita's cheek lovingly with his fingertips.

Ita McNairee: nae nae.. claud kains.. ets aul ..*yawn, as the pikey starts to drift of* hmm. aul peaches

Aerin Thomas: He stays there, with her, as she drifts off. Mate at his side, daughter in his arms. The Garou is content, for now.