Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan seems to be on a colsion crash with Gavin. Just like Titanic and its colsion with the iceburg someone is deffentally asleep at the wheel of Ewan.*

Selena Zouvelekis : "Well, I don't know what might happen to her if a fullblood of her own tries to claim her. Especially with how their tribe is...." still spoken in a low tone.

Jasper: *He watches Ewan quietly, resisting the urge to chuckle, mischief clearly seen in his eyes as he watches him..

Selena Zouvelekis : "Yes, a women's shelter in the city. Angela's Hope. I'm helping him with things while he is helping in the Amazon. He's a doctor," she beams proudly. "I'm also helping to teach them some computer skills. To try and help them in finding work after they have had time to rehabilitate."

Gavin: As Ewan gets close to 'running' into him, Gavin barks out a loud cough. Then smiles over to Selena. "Very admirable... it sounds like then you would be far better suited to working more closely with the Sept here. Closer and more able to help you in times of need." and then he looks to Marie with a smile. "Don't you agree?"

Marie Delacourt: She nods, fingers of her right hand moving to rest lightly on gavin's arm as she regards Selena. "Perhaps if you have a kin psychologist on staff? I know that there are many here who are not dealing well with the tragedy, or the transition in leadership. And capable ears as well might be appreciated."

Selena Zouvelekis : She manages to side step any possible run ins with Ewan. "I really am not sure what plans my pack may have. Our old Alpha is still working in the Amazon and we do not know surely when she may return. So we are reorganizing while we are out here."

Ewan O'Mailly: *He's only about two feet away before the loud cough shocks him back into reality. He looks at all the poeple before him with confusion. After a quick moment, he gives a embarassed smile.* Ah...Hi, excuse me. *He turns around starting to walk the other way.*

Selena Zouvelekis : Selena shakes her head. "Most of the staff is .... how do you say.... not us?" trying to find the right term she means.

Marie Delacourt: "Human," she supplies succinctly.

Gavin: Gavin grins a little as he watches Ewan head in a new direction and then looks back to Selena as he reaches up to gently pat Marie's hand affectionately.

Jasper: *Jasper chuckles softly, a glance going to Gavin, then to Ewan...* "Ewan."

Ewan O'Mailly: *He turns his head to see Jasper once he calls his name out. Ewan makes a face at him as he walks up.* Thanks a lot Jasper.

Marie Delacourt: Marie hides her smile behind her her fingers, chin tucking towards her chest as she watches the boy walk off.

Selena Zouvelekis : The violet eyes glance to Ewan as he suddenly becomes aware of his surroundings again, and tries not to laugh at his reaction, instead turning her attention back to Marie. "I think that is it, yes. It is most normal type of facility."

Jasper: *Jasper laughs softly..* "You should be paying more attn as to where you are walking..."

Selena Zouvelekis : ((chat was acting up for me.))

Troy Lawrence: He comes up toward the Sept, his expression calm, even. A long day, and he needs a sense of Fellowship.

Money and power...that’s what the man projects. He’s quite at tractive, in the high-born, aristocratic way, somewhere in his mid-20&rsqu o;s, with well- formed cheekbones, a slightly hawkish nose, immacu late skin, and perfectly coiffed blonde hair, going down to his collar. His eyes, a dark green, hold a cynical, dismissive look in them, behind a pa ir of small glasses. His body is toned, the body of a man who has worke d for his muscle-mass, rather then being blessed with it, and is containe d within an tailored suit, sport coat open. An attache case is ever p resent nearby, as well as a cell phone at his hip. Everything about the m an’s appearance is tailored to perfection, to present no weakn ess to an enemy, whether that be on the job or on the battlefield. ((PB 4))

Ewan O'Mailly: *He slids his gutiar to his back and stands next to Jasper giving a sigh.* Yeah, I know. * He looks at the group.* Do you know who they are?

Michelle (Rauko): ((hates chat))

Gavin : He and marie are standing close together as they talk with Selena. "Is there anything I can do toe help with your shelder?"

Troy Lawrence: d10: Per+Alertness: 3,2,7,5,

: No lurker posting, take a nick.

Jasper: *He nods and stands up, his voice going low as he speaks with Ewan..* "The one you just about walked into is the Grand Elder.."

Troy Lawrence: His eyes light over the group of people, but immediately alight on Gavin and Marie. Something flickers behind his eyes and his posture becomes a little more formal. He approaches the group, his eyes specifically on Marie. "Good evening, my dear." He extends a hand to her, as if a silent beckon for her.

Selena Zouvelekis : "I am still learning, what you call," pauses a moment considering her words again, "'ropes'? I thank you for kind offer, Rhya." She smiles to both of them.

Marie Delacourt: She smiles beautifully and glides away from Gavin without a backwards glance, her fingers settling in troy's hand. "Hello, love."

Gavin : He nods with a soft smile, then he smiles more when he see's Troy and nods to him. "Good evening Troy, seems you missed some of your packmates."

Ewan O'Mailly: *He looks over to Gavin and quietly says.* Oh shit...*He looks to Jasper.* Well I guess it is a good thing I didnt run into him.

Selena Zouvelekis : Selena steps back a little more, turning some as the new person comes up to the group. For now she'll just stay quiet, her hand comes up to play idly with the ring "necklace."

Jasper: *Jasper nods slightly..* "Yes it is..." *He then chuckles softly..* "I was going to say something, but I just had to watch.."

Troy Lawrence: He takes Marie's hand and leans in, kissing her cheek. Once that is done, he looks up to Gavin finally, inclining his head respectfully, amicably. "Good evening, Rhya. I did? How unfortunate."

Marie Delacourt: She flushes daintily and smiles, curling her arm with Troy's.

Gavin : There is something that dances in the elder Fang's eyes as he watches Marie and Troy. A smile that toys at the corner of his mouth before he glances to Selena again.

Troy Lawrence -> Gavin : d10: Per+Empathy (WP): 4,7,1,2,6,

Marie Delacourt: d10: per emp = gavin: 5,3,7,9,4,

Ewan O'Mailly: *He lightly pushes Jasper on the side.* Esh your a lot of help. *He finally gives a smile.* Though I think it would of been funnier if I accually bumped into him.

Gavin -> Troy Lawrence: There is something, that smile though hard to place what exactly. Certainly feels a bit... off.

Selena Zouvelekis : Selena glances around herself, and suddenly feels out of place. "Maybe I should be going now."

Jasper: "Oh, you think, why's that?"

Gavin : "Yes, unfortunate." he says with a final glance over to Marie. He then turns his attention to Selena. "Might I speak with you in private about a unrelated matter?"

Selena Zouvelekis : Selena nods, "Yes, sir. Of course."

Ewan O'Mailly: *He rolls his eye's at Jasper.* I do to think, I think all the time. *He shurges his shoulders.* I know you whould be laughing if I did.

Troy Lawrence: "Well...no matter. There are always other opportunities." Wait...are they talking about his packmates anymore? He smiles, perfect respect and etiquette, proper deference in his eyes toward Gavin.

Jasper: *He chuckles softly..* "Yep, I would be.." *He grins

Marie Delacourt: Marie, poor thing, looks utterly flustered for a moment, her blue eyes wide and uncertain, her cheeks flushing a deeper rose.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He gives Jasper another looks and then turns back to the group.*

Ewan O'Mailly: *He gives Jasper another looks and then turns back to the group.*

Gavin : He looks back to Troy, nodding to him. "Yes, there will certainly be other opportunities." and then he gives another glance to Marie though this time he doesn't smile to her before he turns to lead Selena away. "I know a little out of the way place we can speak together." he says while walking, placing a hand behind her back to gently guide her if need be. "So how many are in your pack at present?"

Marie Delacourt: She blinks and nips at her lower lip, pressing the back of one hand to her cheek, her eyes staring after Gavin.

Troy Lawrence: He looks around the group...Gavin seems to be heading off with Selena. And there's people he doesn't know here...he pats Marie's arm, giving her a warm smile before he looks to Jasper and Ewan. "Good evening."

Selena Zouvelekis : She smiles a little more once Gavin begins to lead her off. "We have three. And some kin as well," letting him guide her to wherever he had in mind.

Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan takes a couple of steps forward with a smile looking at the two. The kid cant be much older then fourteen.* Hey.

Gavin : "I see... any Ahroun's by chance?" he asks as he starts to lower his voice and they get further away. The rest of their conversation fairly hard to follow as they move out of sight.

Marie Delacourt: Marie drops her eyes to the ground, lower lip caught charmingly between her teeth, glittering blue eyes veiled beneath pale lashes as she clings to Troy's arm.

Jasper: *Jasper's gaze goes from Ewan to where he's looking, eyes watching Gavin and Selena move off, then his gaze goes to Troy, though no eye contact made...* "Evening Rhya..."

Jasper: ((Anyone in need of a DD?))

Troy Lawrence: Ewan gets a momentary glance at the extrem informality, mutely disapproving. Jasper, on the other hand, gets a polite nod. "I do not believe we have met. Troy Lawrence. Fostern Galliard of the Silver Fangs, of the House of the Unbreakable Hearth, Alpha of the Peace Eagle Pack." His hand remains on Marie's, warm and comforting, though the rest of his stance is supreme formality.

Jasper: *He nods...* "Jasper Bradford, Children of Gaia Kinfolk..." *He glances to Ewan before looking back to Troy..* "You will need to forgive Ewan Rhya, he is still learning the ways of being Trueblood."

Marie Delacourt: Marie is silent at Troy's side, holding tightly to his arm with both of her delicate hands.

Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan looks around as he being ingored, he's not sure if he did something wrong or not. So he just stands there looking ackward and useless.*

Ewan O'Mailly: *He finally looks back to Troy, and then slowly nods at him.*

Troy Lawrence: A glance to Ewan, considering a moment, before he nods to Jasper. "Of course. He obviously has much learning left to do. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bradford."

Jasper: "And a pleasure meeting you Rhya.."

Ewan O'Mailly: *He watches Troy and Jasper, somewhat courisly as he never really seen Jasper act like this.*

Marie Delacourt: She waits silently to be introduced.

Troy Lawrence: "Mr. Bradford, may I introduce the lovely Miss Marie Anna Elizabeth Delacourt, Silver Fang Kinfolk of the House of the Gleaming Eye." Ewan has yet to introduce himself; he gets no introduction yet.

Marie Delacourt: She extends a slim hand towards Jasper. "It is an honor to meet you Mr. Bradford."

Jasper: *Jasper gently takes Marie's hand and gently shakes her head..* "And an honor to meet you Miss Delacourt.."

Ewan O'Mailly: *He try's his best to remember the introduction that he learned a few nights. Finally he speaks up.* I'm Ewan O'Mailly, Ahroun of tribe Fainna. *He pauses for a moment and nods to himself for getting as right as he remembers.* Ummm...well I hope I will be.

Marie Delacourt: She smiles gently but shakily and settles her fingertips against Troy's arm again.

Brianna McCarthy: Gaarg. It had been a long night at the Concerto. Loose spiral curls hung around her face, gently pinned back with a simple green booby pin. She's dressed in torn jeans and a t-shirt, an instrument case slung over her back. She moves into the Spet, glancing around.

Brianna McCarthy: d10: : 7,7,10,7,6,

Troy Lawrence: He looks over to Ewan and nods slightly. "Mr. O'Mailly. A Fianna...have you perchance met my Beta, Miss Laidan yet?"

Brianna McCarthy: Green eyes flick about, noting Troy and the woman on his arm, the man they're talking to, and the kid they're talking to. Huh. Intresting. She idly adusts the strap of her viola as she moves.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He shakes his head.* I accually havent meet anyone that is a Fianna yet.

Jasper: d10: Per+Alert: 3,7,8,4,7,6,

Jasper: *Jasper tilts his head slightly to Laidan's name, then casts his glance around the clearing, stopping for a moment on Brianna before looking back to Troy..

Troy Lawrence: d10: Per+Alert: 10,2,9,6,

Brianna McCarthy: "What about Fianna?" She asks, tilting her head to Ewan. ((pb1, and poke for DD))

Troy Lawrence: "I will have to introduce you, then. She is an excellent example of a Garou, and a fine Beta." He nods to the boy, as if the decision is made. "If you give me your contact information, I will pass it onto her." Something catches his gaze, and he looks over, noting Brianna. he nods toward her.

Jasper: *Jasper's gaze shifts back to Bri...

Marie Delacourt: Marie...Is silent.

Brianna McCarthy: She nods back to Troy. "Mr. Lawrence."

Troy Lawrence: "Ahh, and another excellect example of a Fianna." He nods to Brianna. "Ms. McCarthy. Good evening. May I introduce Miss Marie Anna Elizabeth Delacourt, Silver Fang Kinfolk of the House of the Gleaming Eye." Gesturing to the woman on his arm.

Marie Delacourt: "Good evening," she murmurs, offering Brianna a sweet, soft smile.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He looks to Jasper to see if it is ok, since he doesnt have his own cell phone and will have to give the home number at Jaspers place. Since he is living there, for a moment he looks to Brianna noticing her for the first time. Then goes back to Jasper.*

Brianna McCarthy: She grins a little to Troy, and then nods to politely to Marie, offering out a hand. "Pleased to meet you." ((And ack, Fame 1))

Marie Delacourt: She shakes Brianna's hand, her smile growing a little stronger. "And you."

Jasper: *Jasper looks to Ewan for a moment, then he pulls out a business card from within his coat and a pen and writes his home number on it, then hands it to Troy..* "Ewan is currently staying with me, so can be contacted at my place..." {Anyone quick enough to look into Jasper's coat would notice he's got a holstered gun underneath}

Ewan O'Mailly: *That got his attention as he studies Brianna for a long moment. Seeing his first Fainna and he isnt quite sure what to make of it. He looks around wishing that he wasnt so new.*

Brianna McCarthy: She readjusts the strap again, and then laces fingers behind her head, glancing to Ewan. "Sorry to butt in. I just thought I heard someone say Fianna." She offers out a hand to Ewan. "Brianna McCarthy. Fianna kin."

Jasper -> Troy Lawrence: (Front of the card has Jasper Bradford Security along with phone, fax and cell phone numbers)

Ewan O'Mailly: *That deflats him, as he was hoping she was true blooded. He try's to cover up his disappionted face as he shakes her hand.* Ewan O'Mailly. Fianna Cub. Nice ta meet ya.

Troy Lawrence: He takes the business card with a nod and pockets it. "I will have Laidan contact you soon, then."

Brianna McCarthy: d10: : 10,7,10,3,9,

Marie Delacourt: Marie quietly presses her forehead to Troy's arm.

Brianna McCarthy: She arches an eyebrow as she shakes his head. "Sorry to disappoint... I know I'm tiny but I can't be -that- bad." Its gentle humor. "Nice to meet you Ewan."

Jasper: *He nods..* "Thankyou Rhya..." *He looks to Bri and Ewan

Troy Lawrence: He looks over to Marie, a bit of concern coming to his face. "My dear...are you feeling well?"

Marie Delacourt: "Simply tired," she murmurs, lifting her face to offer troy a small, soft smile.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He gives a embarassed smile.* I'm sorry, I just was hoping to meet my first Fainna trueblood.

Brianna McCarthy: She tucks her hands into her pockets, smiling softly. "I understand. I'll try and get Jamie to meet you, as soon as I can. He's a Fianna Ahroun too."

Troy Lawrence: He looks to Brianna. "And I was going to have Laidan speak with young Ewan, as well." He looks back to Marie, taking her arm with his far hand now, his close one freeing to come to rest around her waist, a more supportive stance. "Would you like to leave, Marie, and get some rest?"

Brianna McCarthy: She glances back to Troy. "I've actually never met Laidan, though I've heard of her. Thank you."

Marie Delacourt: "Whenever you are ready is fine," she says, letting her cheek settle against his chest with a soft, contented sigh.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He gives a excited smile at Brianna.* Really? Hey, thanks that'll be really cool. *Not only his tribe but the same auspice too.*

Jasper: *Jasper smiles slightly watching Ewan

Brianna McCarthy: "You say that -now-." She laughs brightly. "Wait till you meet him. But you're welcome."

Troy Lawrence: He nods to her, leaning down to chastely kiss Marie's forehead. Quite a forward motion for the emotionally reserved Fang. He looks up to the group.

Marie Delacourt: ((*pokes Bri* Be nice when talking about your mate. *LOL* I'm fading here guys...like...head bobbing))

Brianna McCarthy: ((She is being nice! She likes him big and scary! *snugglies* G'night!))

Ewan O'Mailly: *He raises his eyebrow at Brianna with her comment. Slowly he nods to her and quietly says.* Well it would still be nice to meet one.

Troy Lawrence: "I believe we will be taking our leave," he announces. "Mr. O'Mailly, Mr. Bradford, a pleasure meeting you; Miss McCarthy, a pleaure as always."

Jasper: *Jasper nods to Troy...* "Evening Rhya.."

Marie Delacourt: "It was an honor to meet you all." she smiles, lifting her head. "have a good evening."

Brianna McCarthy: "Goonight Mr. Lawrence, it was a pleasure meeting you Miss Delacourt." She looks back to Ewan, still grinning. "I'm kidding. And I do understand what you mean."

Ewan O'Mailly: *He looks back to Troy and gives him a smile.* Ya have a good night Mr. Lawrence-Rhya, and thanks.

Troy Lawrence: He nods to them all, and turns, gently guiding Marie out of the Sept, and then the Park, toward her home.

Jasper: *Jasper nods to MArie..* "Evening Miss Delacourt..." *He looks to Bri...* "I should introduce myself.. Jasper Bradford, Children of Gaia Kin.."

Marie Delacourt: Even tired she moves beautifully at his side, gliding daintily across the grounds as if she weighed nothing at all.

Troy Lawrence: ((*Hugs all* Thanks for the scene, guys.))