"Our new pack's starting to kick the shit off the streets."

Brownstone -- Basement Apt.(#3328RJ)
The basement of the brownstone has been split into two sections. The stairwell leads down into the northwest corner section, which contains the boiler room, furnace, and the elevator shaft. The rest has been converted into another apartment, and Signe's made it into a rather fortified one at that. The only entrance is through a re-enforced steel door with no less than three dead-bolts. There are absolutely no windows at all in any of the four concrete and brick walls. It's a rather stark but functional space. Overhead, the air ducts and plumbing pipes are exposed, while the cement floor is covered by a ragged dark wine and gold Oriental throw rug. A makeshift shelving unit of two-by-fours and cinder block has been erected along the length of the wall with the door, and it houses a stereo, tv and old vcr. Directly opposite this is a beat-up leather couch and two mismatched recliners. The kitchen is small but functional, with a round wooden table and four chairs. Half of the back end of the building has been walled off for a private bedroom, while the rest is open to the living area. This space has been converted into a home gym--complete with wrestling mats, weights, and a full weight boxing bag.

A visitor has come to the Brownstone, Kevin showing up at the door with the sort of barely-repressed energy in his body language that usually means he either has news to impart or else wants to talk shop with someone. Or maybe he just wants to challenge Emma to DDR. Once inside, he gets straight to the point. "How's planning going on the tire fire, Emma?" he asks. "Because I've got some marginally good news."

Emma opens the door up to let the Ragabash in. "It goes well enough I guess. What's up? How's your ass?" she asks very bluntly, and ushers the boy in.

"My ass?" Kevin asks with a raised eyebrow. "...hell, I'm not touching that straight-line with a ten foot pole. The Great Hunt was a rocking success," he confirms, "and our new pack's starting to kick the shit off the streets. Which is what I wanted to clue you in on," he goes on.

Emma ponders that and then grins, genuinely. "I meant from the tire fire beast. Your wound... not.. your... anyway, yeah, what's up?"

"Oh, that," Kevin says airily. "That was ages ago. Laura fixed my 'extras'. I got a few maggot nibbles from the Great Hunt but they're fine too." He strikes a macho pose, then jumps into a chair. "Our totem," he says. "Has offered to help out at the fight. Apparently, Patches has a certain amount of control over the local atmospheric conditions in the Umbra. Clever little sod."

Emma perks up, "Patches? What.. I forget, Kev, sorry. What is Patches again and how can he help? This is good news." She moves in to sit down and listen to the other.

Kevin rolls his eyes slightly. "Raccoon spirit. Who can, if you think it useful, turn the umbra over the fire into a downpour of rain. Water. Wet. Get the picture?" He sits back in the chair grinning.

Emma blinks, "How does a raccoon pull that off?" she asks in shocked amazement. "Huh. Help me weigh the pros and cons. Pros... rain may take some of the sting out of the fire and give it some weakness. Cons, how much will that muddy up our footing?"

"It's a spirit, Emma," Kevin shrugs, as though that mere fact could entitle Patches to do anything. "And I don't know about you, but I'd sooner have some rain on me in that fire than worry about slipping. I don't recall the tire yard being muddy much."

"Wet rubber is what I am worried about. Though it's at least molten rubber at this point. Let me talk it over with Grey, I mean, gut instinct is saying yeah, do this, but I want to get his feeling on it. Hey, you know how to resist toxin? Or do any of your packmates?"

"Let's see," Kevin muses. "I don't, pretty sure Basil doesn't. Kaz might, have to ask. And there's two more who may be joining up... Reggie and Morgan. Hey, isn't that a Fianna gift? In which case Morgan might well."

Emma nods her head, "Yeah, see if you can learn it. We all should. And I'll let ya know on the verdict for your 'coon. Thanks Kevin."

"Not a problem," Kevin grins, rising to his feet again. "I need to find the Gnawers and tell 'em Reggie wants to join... they already know about Bug. I'll pop back again soon. You know what turf we're claiming, don't you? Waterfront, along the river. If you need any of Vendetta, come look down there. You're always a welcome guest on our lands."