Brigitte [Hard Times]: The Hard Times is your typical run of the mill hole in the wall dive. In passing, the entrance is barely noticeable save for the usual overt liquor advertisements and a small cheesy blue neon light spelling out the name of the place. Upon entering, you’re hit with the vapid stench of liquor, sweat, and an array of smoke of varying legal stance. To your left is a long banged up wooden bar, to your right a row of small shabby booths. Straight ahead is a fair sized stage just in front of the pit where they have hard bands play most nights of the week. The crowd is a rough breed and those who stick out too much are usually met with an appropriate hostility.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte parks her white escalade in the parking lot, stepping out with a tiny preen to wait for Keiko to climb from the vehicle. She's dressed somewhat appropriately, skintight black leather pants and a tiny silver halter. Eyes done in black and silver, hair twisted in playful pigtails. Out for a night of fun.

Eugenia Phelps: She's wearing her new t-shirt, tight black with 'Groupie' written in white letters over her chest. She's wearing a long black skirt and a pair of decent boots to keep her toes from getting crushed. She's learned better. Her hair is pulled up and pinned back tightly to keep it out of the way.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte leans back against the SUV, flicking pretty green eyes about the parking lot. She takes time to light up a virginia slim, waiting for Keiko. "Come on, love.. you look FABulous.."

Keiko Moroboshi: DD>Keiko stands an even five feet tall, and looks to weigh at most one hundred pounds. She’s a small, Japanese woman, and rather looks the part. She has short cut brown hair, and dark eyes, and is fairly flat chested as well. She’s nothing terribly special to look at, though she’s also not ugly…just average. Today she's not dressed as she normally is, though. Black miniskirt, with a tight white tanktop underneath black fishnet. Also, nothing around her neck, she's chosen to leave her locket at home tonight.

Eugenia Phelps: She's waiting at the bar for a glass of water. No beer because it's bad for the baby.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she steps out of the car, still not completely comfortable in these clothes, but she's slowly getting there* "You know that's not true. I don't look fabulous in anything. I may look better than normal, but that's it."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte gives Keiko a once over, allowing a tiny grin to creep across her face. She flicks a bit of ash to the pavement and slips an arm around the woman's waist, leading her in. "I've only been here once. The band was crap.. but they make one hell of a daquiri."

Jarod Freeman: He's already inside, sitting at a table away from the bar with a gin and tonic in front of him. The man is in a look a bit more appropriate to the place then usual. Mesh sleeveless shirt and leather pants, Doc Martin calf-length boots. His hair is hanging free, face free of make-up, though his nails are black. He sits there waiting, head nodding in time with the music as he looks around for Brigette.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: She sticks out her tongue at Keiko. "Oh, poo. You're always so down on yourself. You're cute and you know it." When she gets to the door, the man cards her. Brigitte doesn't seem to mind. She flips her ID from her skintight back pocket and stuffs it away, strutting through the entrance.

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+alert: 8,4,1,4,

Keiko Moroboshi: *she doesn't object in any way to Brigitte's arm, and is lead in, she's definitely looking at the place skeptically* "Fine. But if I have to beat any of them up, it's your fault."

Eugenia Phelps: She doesn't see either Jarod or Brigitte coming in. She's still at the bar, distractd by the music. Gunther's supposed to be playing later and she's excited abou that. She reaches out to pick up her glass of water and takes a sip, taking up residence on a stool.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: The chalkboard in front of the stage is scrawled with the bandname "Hidebound". A ragtag group of ameature metal heads. The place isn't as busy as it is on the weekends, tuesday being a fairly slow day. Most of the patrons are in the mosh pit or lingering about the bar.

Jarod Freeman: d10: Per+Alert: 4,7,5,6,3,

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte giggles and leans over with a conspiring whisper to Keiko "Love.. I think they'd get off on it. If you wanna relieve some of that anger you have.." She points to the pit "That's the place to do it."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: d10: per+alert: 2,6,3,2,

Jarod Freeman: He looks up at the door, smiling as he sees Brigette and Keiko come in. He raises a hand to wave toward them...and blinks as he realizes Nia's been there, and he didn't notice somehow.

Eugenia Phelps: She takes a sip of her water, leaning against the bar and just sitting there. The patron's have seen her often enough to know who she is and to also know not to mess with her unless they want to incur the wrath of Gunther.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte gives an elaborate wave to Jarod. "I'm here love! With company!" She gives Keiko's arm a tiny squeeze. "Let me go get some drinks, I'll be back." Brigitte struts over toward the bar.

Keiko Moroboshi: d10: Per+Alert: 7,6,8,9,4,7,

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+alert: 6,5,7,10,

Keiko Moroboshi: "I'd really rather not have to..." *and she's somewhat pulled over to the bar...but in the meantime, she looks the place over, and spots damn near everything happening there.*

Eugenia Phelps: She spots Brigitte and Jarod in the crowd, her pleasant smile fading into something..well..it isn't really a smile any more. She turns her face toward the rest of the crowd, saying nothing.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte leans playfully forward against the bar, grinning sweetly to the tender "Start a tab, love. My friend, myself, and him.." She points back to Jarod ".. will all be on my ticket. I'll start with a skyy."

Thomas Judge: He flashes that charming smile at the single woman as the bus drives by, a block later he is outside the club. He takes a deep breath of the air outside the HardTimes. “Wat a fuckin’ dive Tommy.” He shakes his head hands going into the pockets of his knee length leather jacket, black shirt first two top buttons undone, deep crimson jeans with cuts and burns and black doc martins. He pulls a cough from the pocket and places it in his lips lighting it quickly after with his brass zippo. He even spiked his brown hair tonight and as always the charming cockney had that charm about him, though his eyes do shine a little less bright this night; “Well you have to try to fit in sometimes” he says to the air as his palm touches the spikes and he heads for the door…

Keiko Moroboshi: *And upon her surveying of the room, Keiko sniffs and frowns at whatever it is that she smells...and then as she's looking around a slight reddish tint appears on her cheeks and she becomes extremely interested in what the bar has in stock*

Brigitte [Hard Times]: d10: band playing: 4,1,9,6,9,3,

Brigitte [Hard Times]: The burly bartender gives Keiko a once over. Near toothless grin directed at the woman "Hey there, cutie. What'll it be?"

Jarod Freeman: She nods to Brigette with a smile...Nia also gets one, though it fades when she looks away. He sighs and waits at the table for Keiko and Brigette to come over, finger circling the rim of his glass.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: So the band doesn't blow entirely, but there's probably a reason they're still on the local circuit. At least they're trying. It's cute really. The metal heads in the pit are thrashing away wrecklessly.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: After grasping her drink, brigitte winks at the burly tender. "Thanks, big boy. I'll be back." She giggles and gives Keiko a spat on the bum, strutting off to join jarod.

Eugenia Phelps: She takes another sip of water and smiles a little at the band. They're trying, at least.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she raises an eyebrow at the 'cutie' remark...well, they won't have her alcohol of choice anyway, so might as well pick something at random...* "Rum and coke."

Keiko Moroboshi: *at Brigitte's action, Keiko stiffens rather suddenly, eyes going wide for a moment before she can recover*

Thomas Judge: He sniffs the air and pulls a face "'As sumone just pissed on the floor gov." He says to the bouncer as he walks in "Fuckin' 'ell." He shakes his head and heads further in letting the thrum of humanity flow into him and fill him with something more solid that scent alone. He doesn't bother looking around just heading to the bar.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: The bartender gives another toothless grin, making Keiko's drink. "Ain't seen ya round here before. I'd remember a tight little ass like yers."

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+alert: 6,9,7,3,

Brigitte [Hard Times]: The bouncer is either too apathetic or too stoned to pay thomas any mind. He waves the man in. They could use the business. He isn't checked for weapons.

Eugenia Phelps: She looks over her shoulder, spotting Thomas and giving him a warm smile and a little wave.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte struts over and drapes her arms over Jarod's shoulders. "Sorry it took so long, love. She let me play dress up. You know I can't turn down a good makeover."

Thomas Judge: d10: Per & Alert: 6,10,2,6,

Jarod Freeman: He looks up to Brigette and smiles, leaning into her a bit. "It's all right. I know you can't." He looks over to Keiko and smiles to her. "Hey. You look good."

Keiko Moroboshi: "First timer at this particular...establishment." *she can't hide the slight tone of distaste*

Thomas Judge: He spots the wave from Nia almost instantly. He grins that cockeny grin back and diverts his line so he'll end up next to her. He slides and pushes through the crowds coming up on her right "Allo pet, 'at you bloody doin' in a gaff like this."

Eugenia Phelps: "Gunther's band plays here." She grins at Thomas. "I spend a good bit of time here."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: The bartender maintains a sleazy grin on Keiko, not seeming to mind the distaste. Used to it.. most likely. He slides her drink to her. "You come back an see me ANYtime, hot stuff."

Jarod Freeman: "Gotcha. Well, hope you don't mind slumming it with us tonight." He grins to Keiko a bit, not mocking at all, just warm, and picks up his drink to sip at it. "Have a seat, ladies."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigtte giggles, kissing Jarod's cheek. "That's what I keep telling her.. but she won't listen to me."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte slips delicately into a seat next to Jarod, flipping a pigtail over her shoulder.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she rolls her eyes and as soon as she has the drink, heads over to Brigitte and Jarod* "If you say so..." *she shrugs, and looks not in the slightest bit convinced*

Thomas Judge: At that news he looks up to the stage scanning the band members, eyes not nearly as friendly as Nia's at that news "Wat are the fuckin' odds..." He grumbles, and looks back to Nia "Me an the big man don't see eye to eye, but am sure you got that before, I don't think an encounter between us will end nicely..." He tilts his head in thought "Thou shall admit there will be a definite endin' to it to say the least..."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte teasingly runs a silver combat boot up Jarod's leg "Were you waiting long?"

Eugenia Phelps: She chuckles a little with a shrug. "I know, but he's been good to me lately. He's been really sweet."

Jarod Freeman: "No, not too long." He smiles a bit at the boot, a hand dipping under the table to brush over it. "Got here about twenty minutes before you guys...been listening to the band." His eyes flick briefly over to Nia and Thomas, then back. "Looks like we're not the only ones who picked here as the hangout place tonight."

Thomas Judge: He doesn't look convinced but lets the subject lie for now. "The day he isn't 'All Sweetness'to ya as the bugger says, is the day he gets a visit." He is deadly serious as he holds up his hand looking to the bar "Hey barkeep, a pint at watever passes as stout or bitter in this place and a Tequlia slammer."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: The tender nods to Thomas and starts filling his orders. Not so mouth with the menfolk, it seems. Brigitte perks up tp see who jarod's refering to, eyes lighting up. "Oo! Fun!"

Eugenia Phelps: She takes another sip of water. "One of his bandmates gave me this t-shirt. We had a nice talk earlier. He's been nice.."

Keiko Moroboshi: *she glances over* "Somehow this doesn't surprise me..." *she just sort of trails off, as though she were about to guess why, but thought the better of it*

Thomas Judge: He looks back to Nia, "So, 'ow tricks?"

Jarod Freeman: He looks at Keiko, a blonde brow raising slightly...questioningly.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte looks back to Keiko, waggling her eyebrows "Looks like someone has a crimson lapdog. I ~told~ you you looked hot. He must have seen you come in."

Eugenia Phelps: "Things are going fine. I sculpted some last month and morning sickness isn't kicking my butt all that much lately."

Thomas Judge: He pays for his drinks, another cough placed between lips "Morning sickness...baby stuff right." He stops that line of questioning there, he wasn't made to understand how it worked and really didn't want to.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she shrugs to Jarod* "I had something, but then it fluttered off. If that's the only thing I can't remember after all these years, I think I'm in pretty good shape." *then to Brigitte* "I quite doubt that that's it..." *of course, that slight tint of red is in her face again, at the mere idea*

Eugenia Phelps: She nods a little. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. How are you? How've you been?"

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte winks at Keiko. "I'm telling you.. go for it. He's positively ~devlish~ in the sack." She says in a conspirational whisper. She gives another brow waggle.

Urian Flannery: For a man who's getting on in years, Uri is quite the looker. Distinguished and subtly handsome features, he gives a definite air of knowledge and respect. His dark hair is lightly tipped with hints of silver, though he shows no signs of balding in the near future. He stands just over six foot with an average build. His skin has a slight hint of tan, though his heritage is anyone's guess. His eyes are a dark blue, intense and immersive. He stands out from your typical metalhead crowd, wearing a nice set of black slacks and a deep blue button up, silk. He's followed in by a large black man, who gives the air of being a bodyguard of sorts. The two of them stand near the door for a moment, looking around the place.

Thomas Judge: He blinks, bringing the zippo to his cough and lighting it with a sharp drag "I 'ave....I weddin' the best term would be 'ave merely existed the last month, everythin' seems to 'ave gone...domestic with everything." A small spark in them blue eyes "Then me best chain just up'ed an left the other day the fucker..." A small smile as he purses his lips "Life just6 got a whole lot fast an slow at the same lemon...I need action."

Keiko Moroboshi: *and now...bright red*

Thomas Judge: ((chain=china))

Eugenia Phelps: She frowns a little and sets aside her water and wraps her arms around him in a hug, not commenting about his smoking. "I'm sorry, Thomas. I wish I could help."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte grins and perks up to give an elaborate wave to Tom and Nia. "Hey! Guys! Come sit at our table!"

Jarod Freeman: He chuckles, shaking his head at Brigette's comment to Keiko. "Stop trying to give the poor woman a heart attack, love. She needs blood for somewhere other then her cheeks." He looks up and over at Urian, eyes passing over him for a moment.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte just giggles, looking to Keiko. "Oh, come now.. You can't tell me you haven't wondered.."

Keiko Moroboshi: *she spots Urian coming in* "That can't be a normal occurrence here..."

Thomas Judge: He didn't expect that, but he doesn't shy away from it, just stood there still standing tall, like he always did. "Thats nice pet, but don't be, not yer bag darlin'...but thanks." He smiles a little more

Thomas Judge: d10: Per & Alert: 9,6,5,9,

Urian Flannery: Uri points to the bar and speaks in a clear tone. "Hugo, get me a scotch. Don't worry.. my expectations aren't terribly high. You won't dissapoint me." The large black man steps around and pushes his way to the bar.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she does not respond to Brigitte's question, focusing on ANYTHING else*

Thomas Judge: He heard his name, and an invite, he looks past Nia over to the other table, head tilting as he see's Brigitte, Jarod...and Keiko...well that was a suprise. He downs the Tequilia slammer and looks to Nia "We ain't on our todd." He also out of the corner of his eyes notes the bodyguard which in turn brings to his eyes Urian, the 'protectee'.

Urian Flannery: Uri directs immersive blue eyes sharply to Keiko and Jarod. Staring in fact. Suspiscious, maybe. He makes a slow steady pace in that direction. His walk one of confidence and easy grace. He veers off and sits at a table not terribly far away.

Eugenia Phelps: She stiffens a little at the invite to Jarod's table. "Why don't you go join them, Thomas? I'm waiting to see if Gunther will show up later. I don't think he'll get along with everyone."

Jarod Freeman: "No, I don't imagine that it is," he says in answer to Keiko as he watches Uri.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte seems oblivious.. as usual. Paying more attention to Tom and Nia. She stands up and blows playful raspberries in their direction. "Oh, come on! I don't bite!"

Keiko Moroboshi: *well, he's spotted her, and being the queen of subtlety, she immediately stops watching him and starts to stir her drink a little*

Jarod Freeman: He, on the other hand, doesn't look away. No point...he knows, now. He watches the man until he's sitting down, and then finally looks away, sighing as Brigette tries to coerce Nia and Thomas into joining them.

Urian Flannery: The man smooths his slacks, crossing his legs. Comfortable. He rotates an easy smile to Jarod. Cocky, even. "You're wasting your time. I'm straight."

Thomas Judge: He looks down to Nia. Eyes briefly half closing before opening once more "I don't think that’s the real reason is it now pet." He takes a sip of his bitter. "Does -he- know yet?" They both knew who he was.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte gives a tiny pout down to Jarod, an idle shrug. She sits back down and sips her martini.

Eugenia Phelps: "I left him a voicemail message." She says after a long moment. "Please, go join them before they suspect something."

Eugenia Phelps: Then, she looks down. "No, he doesn't know. At all."

Thomas Judge: He leans down a little "Am not goin anywhere pet, unless you are, so we goin' over or wat?"

Brigitte [Hard Times]: The band starts coming to the end of their set, cutting into prerecorded music. A lot of the pit clears out, metalheads flocking to the bar for a refill.

Urian Flannery: Hugo pays for the drink, keeping a wary eye on anyone around Uri from the bar.

Jarod Freeman: He looks at Brigette and gives her a small smile. "Just...she doesn't look entirely comfortable with coming over, love." Uri's comment gets a glance over in his direction and an even stare. "Good. I'd hate to have to turn you down." Whoa. A bit of rare cattiness from the man.

Keiko Moroboshi: *Keiko takes a sip of her drink, quietly*

Eugenia Phelps: "I just...I haven't spoken to either of them in weeks. It's awkward. Please, Thomas, I want you to go over there without me."

Urian Flannery: The man smirks, rotating to look at the man. He leans over, placing his elbows on his knees and cupping his hands as though he were talking to a child. "Now.. Jarod.. Why the hostility?" He says with a knowing grin. Hugo starts a heavy pace in that direction.

Jarod Freeman: "Listen, I'm not..." A pause. He looks over, eyes narrowing. "Pardon?"

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte blinks between Jarod and Urian, scooting a little closer to Jarod when catty tones are brought out. She places a dainty hand on Jarod's leg. Comforting.. or trying to be.

Thomas Judge: He stands up with a small sigh "Playin' martyr is all nice an dandy, now Keiko I would liek to see but Jarod an V an there lovey dovey, nah not in the mood." He picks up the bitter and puts it to his lips taking long gulps from it downing it in one go "You 'ave Gun cumin' in anyhow, am gonna take these cockney shells elsewhere."

Keiko Moroboshi: *she looks up from her drink, watching Jarod and Urian, curiously almost*

Eugenia Phelps: "Well, you can just say 'hi' to her before leaving or anything. We should hang out again sometime soon. I'd like to go to a cafe or some place more quiet where we can talk."

Urian Flannery: The man smirks, leaning back in his chair. "There's no need to be so.. up in arms, Jarod." He gives a charming smile, white teeth sparkling. Hugo sets his drink in front of him, looming over Uri but not daring to get in his light.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte gives a wide eyed look to Urian. Scared. She scoots even closer to Jarod, clinging a tiny arm around his. Pretty eyes pointed to Uri.

Thomas Judge: He flexes his shoulder "Yer rioght, I should say hi." He looks over noticing Jarod sudden engagement with the gentleman, "...however looks like there in a talk with power man at the mo, so best leave it for another lemon."

Eugenia Phelps: She looks over with a concerned frown. "I hope everything's all right."

Jarod Freeman: "Pardon me..." He looks over at Uri, his hand coming to rest on the Brigette-y arm clinging to his. The hand is comforting. The look is anything but. "Do I know you?"

Urian Flannery: He gives a low laugh, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. My love for dramatics caught hold there for a second. Urian." He says, extending a hand to Jarod. He looks over the others at the table with a charming smile. "Well.. You keep yourself in good company, I see. You can't be all that bad."

Keiko Moroboshi: *she raises an eyebrow at Urian's comment, but remains silent. She finishes her drink*

Thomas Judge: He brings the cough to his lips, watching the body language of the people..."Sumthing is goin' on over yonda." He nods in the others direction, he looks at the 'muscle' with a thinking look "Best play this 'and 'idden am thinkin'" Half to himself than anything

Jarod Freeman: "Nice to meet you, Urian." He doesn't take his hand away from Brigette's arm to shake Uri's hand. "How do you know my name?"

Eugenia Phelps: His words make her blink and she shrugs, looking a little confused.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte continues to cling, watching the man. She does crack a tiny smile in his direction. Maybe out of submissive habit.

Thomas Judge: He looks back to the bar "Barkeep, 'nother bitter please gov." He then leans on the bar next to Nia, but postioned so he can look over her shoulder at Urian and Jarod.

Urian Flannery: "I know quite a bit about you." he says, picking up his scotch for a sip. He looks back to Hugo. "Excellent choice. I don't know what I'd do without you. Sit." Hugo sits without skipping a beat. Uri turns back to Jarod. "As we're in a somewhat public venue, I recommend we cut to the condensced version, Mm? I'm a friend. Just flew in, so to speak, and boy are my arms tired." He laughs hautily at his own joke, leaning back in his chair. "With me, I bring numbers and resources, among other things."

Eugenia Phelps: She picks up her water for a sip. She wants to talk to him about all of the stuff she's gotten for the nursery she's setting up in her house, but she doesn't think he wants to hear about it. So, she just says nothing, just glances over at the new guy with Jarod, Brigitte, and Keiko.

Thomas Judge: "So, sculptures goin' well then pet, bein' doin' a lil' readin' you 'ave a rep for angels." A charming smile thrown her way, eyes only half on her though.

Jarod Freeman: "Mmmm." He nods, giving Uri a very guarded smile. Those blue eyes are still narrowed, suspicious. "I hope quality jokes weren't counted among your resources. So you still haven't answered my question, Urian. How do you know about me?"

Eugenia Phelps: She laughs softly and nods. "Yeah, I do. Gunther requested that I sculpt him something not angelic. So, I made him a sculpture of Beowulf and Grendel last month. He really liked it."

Urian Flannery: He gives a carefree stretch, sitting up in his chair. He gives another low laugh. "Well now, Jarod.." He lowers his voice in an amused tone. "Being the tyrant of new york, you didn't suspect to retain a low profile, did you? I have contacts just like anyone else. People talk.. word gets around. When I relocated, finding you was easy."

Thomas Judge: He humors her and laughs a little "Beowulf eh, very norse"

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte downs her skyy and gives Jarod's arm a tiny squeeze, standing. She kisses the top of Jarod's head and moves for the bar. "I.. need another drink. I'll be back."

Eugenia Phelps: "Yeah." She nods a little, fingers drumming along the side of her glass before she takes another sip of water.

Thomas Judge: "So do you do requests?" He grins

Brigitte [Hard Times]: She veers over toward Thomas and Eugenia with a nonchelant stride. Her expression apologetic.

Eugenia Phelps: She grins. "Yes, I do. Is there anything you want me to sculpt for you?"

Jarod Freeman: He looks over to Brigette and smiles to her with a nod, letting her go, before looking back to Uri. "Ahh. Didn't realize our PR campaign was going so well." He gives Uri a little smile, relaxing some...outwardly, at least. "I suppose a little name recognition doesn't hurt, though. Besides the white and red concentric lines painted on the back of all my shirts."

Urian Flannery: He gives a wry smirk. "Don't suppose it does. Not that one, anyway. I wouldn't necessarily say your PR campaign was going extraordinarily well, all things considered. Truth, yes.. but that's hardly a good thing in your case. Scattered.. defenseless.. Plagued. You've got your work cut out for you." He tilts his glass to Jarod.

Thomas Judge: He looks to Brigitte moving over "I'll chat 'bout it later." He stands upwards again nodding to Brigitte, V, Clare, Whatever she goes by this time "Evenin' pet, everythin' robin?"

Brigitte [Hard Times]: She gives a tiny nod, leaning forward against the bar, voice low. "Have you met that man before, love? The one speaking to Jarod?"

Eugenia Phelps: Oh, there's Brigitte. She pastes on a polite smile and gives her a nod in greeting.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: (warning: in 45ish minutes I need to run to work for about 20 min to lock up, as the other manager has no keys.)

Thomas Judge: He shakes his head "Nar Brig, I ain't." He takes a sip of his bitter "Things seem to 'ave settled down now like but before was a lil' 'eated you could say."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: She turns with a tiny smile to Eugenia. "Hey there, love. I've been meaning to call you.. but.. I figured I was the last person you wanted to hear from."

Thomas Judge: ((45 mins I'll need bedish anyhow *s*))

Eugenia Phelps: "It's all right. You're looking well and happy. Both of you. I'm glad." She is so..sincere. It's almost painful.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: She gives a tiny nod and orders another skyy. Speaking softly to Tom, she muttes. "He knows things, love. Be careful." She turns to give another weak smile to Eugenia. "Thank you. That means a lot to me. I am happy. You.. should come visit. I promise to be on my best behavior."

Keiko Moroboshi: ((brb))

Jarod Freeman: "Ahh." He smiles too-warmly to Uri and picks up his own glass. "Well, you know. We don't have anything as engaging as an appearance from the Man Himself to organize us, like across the country. You're hearing old information, though. Things are picking up. And, of course, I'm sure that you would just love to help out, wouldn't you?"

Thomas Judge: His eyebrows lower "Knows things....is he one of us." Voice also low "'as the power play for one of mine." A scowl with that

Eugenia Phelps: "It's all right. Maybe I'll come by and visit, but I've been really busy lately. You weren't ill-behaved before. It was all my fault and I'm sorry for that. Please send Jarod my best and I wish you all wonderful things for your future." She's smiling warmly before she turns to focus on taking another sip of water.

Thomas Judge: He half looks at Nia, then back to Brig, he did not want to be in the middle of this.

Urian Flannery: He gives another charming smile. "Oh noooooo.. you don't need me to organize the lot of you. You seem to be doing a simple splendid job yourself, considering the lack of experience." He sips his scotch, leaning back in his chair. "And for the record, I'm devulging old information. I've heard quite the earfull. But this is hardly the place to discuss business." He flips a card out of his pocket and slings it to Jarod's table. "I only help where I'm needed.. and wanted. From your lack of numbers, I thought you'd be thrilled at my arrival."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: She smiles sweetly to Nia, nodding to Tom. "I think so.. but.. I don't have any proof. Just a flake's intuition, for what it's worth." She leans over to kiss tom's cheek. "I need to get back before Jarod gets himself in a huff."

Eugenia Phelps: "Take care, Brigitte. Be happy. That's all I want for both of you." She gives her a wave and then takes another sip of water.

Thomas Judge: He pats Briggittes cheek lightly "Go on pet, an thanks for the heads up." He turns & looks directly at Urian, taking in his face, his posture, his look and style. Then he does the same to the muscle.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: She moves off to her table, smiling over her shoulder to eugenia. "Thank you, love. Take care of yourself. Come see me anytime. I'll stock up on whipped cream." She winks with a giggle and moves back to sit next to Jarod.

Jarod Freeman: "Oh, I am. I must warn you...experience seems to be a determining factor for a one way trip back home. Be careful about that, if I were you." To be fair, it's meant far less as a threat then as an honest warning. He picks up the card and glances at it a moment.

Eugenia Phelps: Once Brigitte isn't looking her way, the smile fades and Nia just..does not look happy. "I wish I could have something stronger than water." Softly.

Urian Flannery: He gives a carefree grin to Jarod. "Right. You're going to send me packing.. because I'm more experienced in the field than you are? Quaint. Really." Hugo pops his knuckles, obviously misunderstanding jarod's words for a threat. Uri shoots him a look and Hugo drops his head. The card reads Uri Flannery, CEO and office number, suite number to his office, and a cell number. Uri grins back up to Jarod. "Call me sometime this week. We can do lunch."

Thomas Judge: He keeps taking in the muscle then that nagging on his soul as he puts one hand on Nia's shoulder "Life is 'ard, we need to meet it, we 'ave done worse things than simply not like another, an' in the same light less noble things than willfully give up love so another can be 'appy."

Eugenia Phelps: She leans a little toward Thomas and breathes deeply. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be such a downer. Give me a moment and I'll be myself again."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte slips back to her seat, wrapping the same arm around Jarod's. Pretty eyes locked on Uri with a soft smile.

Jarod Freeman: Now, it's his turn to grin. "Oh, it's not me you'll have to look out for, Mr. Flannery. Sure. We'll do lunch."

Thomas Judge: "Brood away pet, even I do occasionally."

Urian Flannery: He gives another easy laugh, standing with another stretch. "We all have our little surprises, Jarod. I'd be a fool to assume you were any different. And I didn't GET to where I am.. by being a fool. It was nice meeting you. Until next time." He starts to move off, waving a hand at his muscle. "Hugo.. come." The large man hops up and follows.

Eugenia Phelps: "It's just not me too brood. It's not in me to do that." She forces another sunny smile on her lips. "Maybe I can have a sprite. The sugar might make me feel better."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: The bartender pops up being Nia, the same toothless grin. Used to seeing her there. "Hey miss thang.. if you're lookin fer somethin stouter than water.. glassa wine do ya good. Doctors say so an shit. I know these things."

Thomas Judge: He shrugs taking his arm away. "you 'ave a different life now, they 'ave theres, 'appy familes all round...domestic...mortal." He leans in and kisses her cheek "All back of the bus."

Jarod Freeman: "Until then." He watches Uri get up and leave, and Hugo as well. Smiling, eyes tracking them closely, particularly if they get close to the bar.

Eugenia Phelps: She gives the bartender a warm smile. "Um..I guess a glass of wine would be nice. One glass only. The doctors say it shouldn't hurt the baby." She gives Thomas a hug. "Thank you, Thomas, for being here."

Urian Flannery: They seem to have no mind to return to the bar. They make a steady pace out the door and into the night.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: The bartender nods, pouring her wine. Frowning as he scoots it across the bar to her. "Big man know you hug up on english types? Ain't wanna piss that guy off, suga."

Eugenia Phelps: "Big man knows that I'm loyal to him and him alone. Thomas is just a friend of mine." She explains softly. "It'll be fine. Don't worry."

Jarod Freeman: Once Uri's out the door, Jarod sighs, a hand going across his forehead to rub at both temples, elbow resting on the table. His free hand digs out a clove. "Fucking LOVELY."

Thomas Judge: He leans into the hug "This, this is why I do it, for all the hot chicks wantin' to hug me." He flashes that charming cockney grin "Well lemon for me to hit the road am thinkin', caught up with an freind, saw sumone that might end up an enemy, damn this 'as been a robin night."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: He shrugs, going back to washing glasses. "Nonea my business. Do whatcha do."

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte gives a helpless look to Jarod, then down to the table. "I'm.. sorry. Maybe next time you should pick where we go."

Eugenia Phelps: "Take care, Thomas. Call me sometime and we'll do tea or something." She chuckles before smiling at the bartender. "Thank you for your concern. I appreciate it. Really."

Jarod Freeman: He tilts his head, still resting in his hand, and smiles faintly to Brigette. "It's all right, love. Better we know then not. Besides, as much as he knew, I wouldn't be surprised if he would have showed up anywhere besides Sanctuary. We've got home field advantage there."

Thomas Judge: "I will pet. Stay Safe Nia" He turns to the bartender "She is like a sister to me squire, don't you fret." Though a small -devil- of a smile does come across his lips if Gunther hears Nia was hugging up on him. That would piss him off. He shakes it away though. Bad Tommy, Bad!. And with that he winks to Keiko if she notices, and waves to Brigitte and Jarod before heading to the door...that guy must have a trendy ride, maybe it is still out there.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Brigitte gives a tiny frown to Jarod. "I didn't intend sanctuary to become someplace for you to lord yourself over whoever stopped by, love. Don't get me wrong, it's fun every now and again.. but I thought the vision was a safe haven for ANYone who needed it." She downs her vodka and stands. "I.. feel a bit ill. I'll be right back." She makes a hurried pace to the bathroom.

Eugenia Phelps: She gives Thomas a wave and then she lifts her glass of wine to take a careful sip, a hand resting protectively in front of her abdomen.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: Blutstau starts toting equiptment onstage. Getting ready for their set.

Jarod Freeman: He looks up to Thomas and nods slightly, then lights his clove.

Jarod Freeman: "That...not what I meant." He sighs as he watches Brigette leave, his intent completely mistaken. Concern evident on his face as she runs to the bathroom.

Eugenia Phelps: Because she's wearing the t-shirt, she cheers for the band getting set up.

Thomas Judge: ((And wish I could stay up and play but GMT is kicking my ass for work tomoz, so night guys, was fun *s*))

Eugenia Phelps: After a moment, she steals a glance over at Jarod. It looks like thiings are going well for him and Brigitte. It makes her feel good to see him doing well. She turns away again and takes another sip of wine.

Brigitte [Hard Times]: As they're somewhat less flashy than your average band, they're set up and ready to go in no time. Gunther starts an angry rant to start the set off, band coming up behind them. (and.. i gotsta go for a lil bit. i'll be back as soon as i can. brig'll stay in the bathroom)

Brigitte [Hard Times]: d10: blutstau wp: 5,1,9,5,5,8,5,

Brigitte [Hard Times]: (thanks for playing! had fun myself.)

Jarod Freeman: He glances at Nia, watching her for a long moment with pursed lips, before his eyes travel to the stage. He watches Gunther, specifically focusing his attention on the man.

Jarod Freeman: ((Night, Jud!))

Eugenia Phelps: She cheeres for Gunther, of course, her smile widening briefly. It's not their best, but she's supportive anyways.

Eugenia Phelps: She takes another sip of wine, so tempted to just go and see him, if only for a few moments. She needs to tell him the news.

Jarod Freeman: He finishes off his drink and rises with a sigh, looking to the bar. There's a purse of his lips...fuck it. He makes his way across to the bar for another one. He damn well needs it.

Eugenia Phelps: Her gaze drifts over to Jarod and she manages the briefest of smiles and a nod in greeting.

Jarod Freeman: "Hey." He flashes her a weak smile and nods to the bartender, handing his glass over for a refill before looking back to her.

Eugenia Phelps: "Hey." A little nod as she takes another sip of wine. "You're looking well."

Jarod Freeman: "You are, too." He nods to her, and looks up to the stage. "He's...not bad." Okay, so maybe he's being a touch diplomatic...do be fair, he's heard worse. And they seem JUST on the verge of being awesome. ((All those 5's... ;) ))

Eugenia Phelps: "It's not his night. They're usually much better." She'll defend him. She always does. "Thanks, though." She looks down, chewing on her bottom lip thoughtfully. "Brigitte's looking well. And happy. That's good too."

Jarod Freeman: He looks to the bathroom, where Brigette ran off to after scolding him, and blinks back at her. "Yeah...sure. We're great." A tight smile. "How are you?"

Eugenia Phelps: "I'm doing fine. Not feeling so poorly in the mornings now, thankfully, but..yeah.." Then, she remembers herself and frowns a little. "I..haven't had a chance to tell you the news yet."

Jarod Freeman: He blinks and looks over at her. "News?"

Eugenia Phelps: "I'm..pregnant. I'm carrying Gunther's baby." She says it quietly as she peeks up at him.

Jarod Freeman: He blinks. His lips part, as if to say something, and then shut. "Oh." A distinct lack of color marks his face. He clears his throat, and forces a smile. "Congratulations."

Eugenia Phelps: "Thanks." She looks relieved. He didn't get angry with her or anything.

Jarod Freeman: "How far along are you?" He says it as he's facing the bartender, taking his drink and taking a sip from it.

Eugenia Phelps: "Somewhere between eight and ten weeks by my estimate." She eyes her wine for a little, feeling slightly bad for wanting to drink it.

Jarod Freeman: He almost chokes on the drink, quickly bringing back down from his lips to avoid doing just that. He swallows painfully and looks at her with an even more forced smile. "Well. That's...great. Just wonderful."

Eugenia Phelps: She eyes Jarod for a long moment. Something's not right. "What is it, Jarod?"

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+empathy: 8,7,5,7,7,

JanoLurk: ((Sorry about that *grumbles* blame my parents...too late for Keiko to wander back over and find out what she missed...?))

Jarod Freeman: d10: Manip+Subterfuge(WP): 7,3,5,6,8,

Jarod Freeman -> Eugenia Phelps: There's something bothering him...hard to tell what, though. Could be nervousness...could be bitterness? Could be jealousy, or could be something just residual off his impromptu meeting with Uri.

Jarod Freeman: ((Naah, not too late. :) ))

Jarod Freeman: He shakes his head. "Nothing. Just...long night already. With the new arrival and all...and...she's not feeling well." He looks back to the bathroom.

Eugenia Phelps: "I hope she's feeling better soon. I don't want her to be feeling bad for long." She looks over at the bathroom and then back over at him. "I know we aren't close any more, but you can always talk to me if you need to."

Keiko Moroboshi: ((excellent *G*)) *Keiko returns...having excused herself to the restroom quite some time ago, and having gotten quite distracted on her way back...from the smell, at least one drink of some sort spilled on her...or was poured on her. She is not in the greatest mood* "I apologize...do you mind if I rejoin you?"

Jarod Freeman: "We're only not close because you refuse to come around me, Nia." He looks over to Keiko and shakes his head. "Not at all...feel free."

Eugenia Phelps: She gives Keiko a warm smile, trying not to let Jarod's word cause her any pain. "Hello, there."

Keiko Moroboshi: *she sits down* "Hello." *seems to think for a moment* "I do not believe we have met...I'm Keiko."

Eugenia Phelps: She holds out her hand. "I'm Nia." She's all friendliness at the moment. "It's nice to meet you, Keiko."

Keiko Moroboshi: *she shakes Nia's hand* "It is nice to meet you as well."

Jarod Freeman: He just stays quiet at the bar as he takes a step back, lighting up another clove and looking between the two.

Eugenia Phelps: After the handshake, she finishes her wine before ordering another glass of water. Her movements aren't as smooth as they usually are.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she looks to Jarod* "Did I miss anything important with that guy you were talking to?"

Brigitte [HardTimes]: (am back. sorry it took so long)

Jarod Freeman: "Mmm...just insinuations that compared to him, we were all doddering retards that couldn't find our asses with both hands and a flashlight, and he was here to make all our ills go away."

Keiko Moroboshi: ((Hell, I just got back too *G* And I left first.))

Brigitte [HardTimes]: Brigitte comes out of the bathroom, meandering back toward Jarod. She's lost a bit of color, barely noticable, but looks fine.

Eugenia Phelps: She looks up as Brigitte heads their way and she gives her a faint smile before taking a sip of her newly-arrived water. Maybe she should try to find a table of her own or something.

Jarod Freeman: He looks up as Brigette comes toward them and the bar, giving her a tight-lipped smile.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she shrugs* "Perhaps it is best we leave him with that impression until we need to break it."

Brigitte [HardTimes]: Brigitte stops a few steps ahead of the group. Eyes soft with a faint pout. "Fine. I'll leave." She turns and meanders toward the door.

Eugenia Phelps: "No, it's okay. You can stay. I was just going to go move to a table closer to the stage so Gunther can see me while he's on stage. It was nice seeing all of you." She snags her water and is immediately on the move.

Brigitte [HardTimes]: Meanwhile, Gunther is in the midst of a proverbial rock out. Not his best performance, by far. But being in another language, it's hard to discern his missed cues.

Brigitte [HardTimes]: Brigitte gives a dainty flick of the wrist, still moving off. "Jarod.. could you make sure Keiko gets home alright. I'm not feeling well, as it is. The last thing I need is a passive agressive guilt trip."

Jarod Freeman: "Oh, I give the fuck up." He shakes his head and rises. "C'mon, Keiko. If you wanna talk it over, we can do it at Sanctuary. I'm leaving here."

Keiko Moroboshi: *She rolls here eyes slightly, and mumbles* "women..." *then she nods to Jarod and stands back up*

Eugenia Phelps: She settles down at a table, not knowing what was going on with Jarod, Brigitte, and Keiko.

Brigitte [HardTimes]: Brigitte struts out the door, making her way to her escalade.

Jarod Freeman: He pushes his way out the door with a scowl. He heads to his own car, the much more modest mid-level car...same one he's had for over a year. "You going to Sanctuary," he calls over to Brigette as he opens the door.

Brigitte [HardTimes]: She gives a tiny nod, pouting over her shoulder at him. An innocent look. Certainly it wasn't something ~she~ did to get his panties in a bunch. "Unless.. you don't want me to."

Eugenia Phelps: Nia's just going to listen to Gunther rock out.

Jarod Freeman: "No, that's fine," he says, not looking over as he slips into the driver's seat. He reaches over to open the passenger-side door for Keiko. "I'll see you there."

Keiko Moroboshi: *she follows Jarod out, and then looks between him and Brigitte.*

Brigitte [HardTimes]: She lets a tiny frown creep across her face, slipping up into the SUV. She starts it up, filling the area with an annoyingly loud jungle mix before peeling out in a pissy fit.

Brigitte [HardTimes]: (and she would do everything in her power to beat him there. *G*)

Keiko Moroboshi: *she gets into the car quietly*

Jarod Freeman: ((Won't be hard. He doesn't speed. *S*))

Brigitte [HardTimes]: (*poofs to sanctuary*)

Eugenia Phelps: [And Nia will sit here and rock out.*chuckles*]

Jarod Freeman: ((Gone 2 Sanctuary))

SANCTUARY

Brigitte: Having driven like a bat out of hell.. or.. muse.. or whatever.. She gets there in record time. She storms upstairs and flops delicately on the massive bed in the main lounge. A tiny pout about her. She waits.

Jarod Freeman: He, on the other hand, took his time getting there, muttering under his breath the entire way. Not entirely intelligibly...a few ocassional 'fuckin's' or 'damn's,' a mention or two of 'asshole' and even a 'bitch.' By the time he's stopped outside Sanctuary in the owner's spot, he's gone silent. He makes his way past William and into the club...then straight for the stairs. He knows where she's going to be.

Brigitte: Getting a bit bored at the wait, brigitte pops two xanax.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she's silent, and follows after Jarod up to the back*

Jarod Freeman: He makes his way to the main lounge, frowning, and walks in, heading straight to the bar. A brief glance over at Brigette, and a brief frown. He knows the signs of Xanax by now. "You sure that was such a good idea, all things considered, love?"

Brigitte: She blinks, lazily leaning back on the bed. "Don't you think that should be up to the doctors.. love?"

Keiko Moroboshi: *She looks between them, she stays quiet, not wanting to interrupt...in fact, she grabs a seat off to the side, and refrains from interjecting her professional opinion*

Jarod Freeman: He starts making himself a gin and tonic...less tonic, more gin. "Have you asked the doctors?"

Brigitte: She tilts her head, brow lowering as though trying to remember if she had. "I told the baby doctor. Not the head doctor. I haven't seen him in a long time, though. So I don't know if that counts. Usually I just call in for a refill."

Jarod Freeman: He nods slightly. "Well, if the obstetrician said it would be all right, then I guess we're fine." He leans against the bar and sips his drink.

Brigitte: She gives a flighty look out toward the window, muttering quietly "Wait.. maybe I got that backwards.." She shakes her head, flicking her wrist daintily. "It's.. fine. I'm fine. Talk, love.. You're being terribly rude to Keiko."

Jarod Freeman: He winces and looks over at Keiko. "Sorry...so. Yeah. Urian."

Keiko Moroboshi: *she doesn't seem to be offended at all...more relieved that she hadn't been dragged into the argument* "Yes...so what happened with him?"

Brigitte: Brigitte rolls to her side, casting a tiny smile over to the two of them. Giddy, almost. She listens but doesn't interject.

Jarod Freeman: "About what I said," he says with a sigh. "He took great lengths to mention how fucking pitiful we were, and he was here to magnanimously offer his help."

Brigitte: Brigitte mentions softly "Benefit of the doubt?"

Keiko Moroboshi: "Did he let on any information about himself? Where he came from, who he is...who he was?"

Jarod Freeman: "None," he says to Keiko. His eyes flick over to Brigette. "People who truly have good intentions, love, don't come at you with the smarmy 'Ha, ha, I know more then you do, and you suck so much, you'd better accept my help' act. That's grade-school bullshit." He frowns deeply and leans against the bar, thinking. "Unfortunately, the asshole's right."

Brigitte: She gives a tiny frown, eyes trailing Jarod.

Brigitte: d10: per+emp diff four: 7,5,5,8,3,

Keiko Moroboshi: *she frowns* "We will all need to be very careful when dealing with him, then. Did Tom come over, or should I inform him of this development?"

Brigitte: She mutters. "I informed the crimsonstar. He knows what he looks like.. and to be wary. Just in case." She tilts her head with an arch of the back. "I still don't see why the man bothers you so much. He's haughty. So what? He's probably just another first house reject.. too caught up in his own agenda to actually bother himself with eloquent conversation. Let him think he's important. If he can help.. we ~can~ use it."

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte: Paranoid. He doesn't trust Urian in the slightest...one little bit. He's reacting much in the same way he did when Tal-Kerioth first met Jarod, Eli, and Victor, 'cause it almost went down the same way. Too many people have claimed to be on their side and then not been, too. He's deeply hurt about something involving Nia, too. Hurt, bitter, and angry. And he's also hurt that Brigette assumed that he was wanting to use Sanctuary as an advantage, because it very much wasn't what he said or meant.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she nods, and falls silent*

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte: He's also very down on himself, because he knows that everything Urian said was true. And he views it as his fault. His failure.

Jarod Freeman: "I didn't say we shouldn't use him," he says, staring at his glass. "Doesn't mean I have to like it."

Brigitte: She gives a tiny frown.. as best she can manage in the state she's in. "He's not Tal, love. You limit yourself when you judge people without getting to know them." she trails off, adding softly.. sweetly "I thought an Ishhara would know better."

Keiko Moroboshi: *she is silent, having nothing to add*

Jarod Freeman: "We don't know that he's NOT Tal, first, Ouestucati." He looks at her with a frown. "Okay, it's very unlikely. But that's the point. We DON'T know him. And based off tonight, he seems verrry comfortable with that fact. Meanwhile, we have no fucking clue how much he knows about us. And that doesn't bother you at all?"

Brigitte: She gives a carefree shrug, pupils covering most of the emerald coloring of her eyes. She stares out the window. "I'm just not so quick as to label someone an inherent threat.. when we already have so many of them, love. At least he's smart enough not to give out sensitive information in a public place. A virtue that's been lacking in our recent recruits."

Keiko Moroboshi: *softly* "Each of us is an inherent threat. It is merely a question of to whom and to what magnitude. The important thing is that we make sure he is pointed in the correct direction..."

Jarod Freeman: He gives a little snort and nods. "Okay, yeah. No argument there." He finishes his drink and sets it down, drawing a clove. "I already said I'll meet with him. And I know we need his help. You really don't need to convince me of that. Like I said, it just doesn't mean I have to like it."

Brigitte: Brigitte gives an elaborate stretch, arching her back in a preen. She lets her eyes flutter closed, falling into another drug enduced slumber.

Brigitte: (sorry, guys. i gotsta go to bed. have to wake up in.. 5.5 hours.)

Keiko Moroboshi: ((g'night Scar *waves*))

Jarod Freeman: ((Night!))

Jarod Freeman: He looks over at Brigette and shakes his head, sighing, before he sets the glass on the bar and moves to get the woman undressed and under the covers.

Keiko Moroboshi: "Please excuse my ignorance...or perhaps my absent-mindedness...but if at one point I knew who this Tal you refer to was, I have forgotten..." ((ie, Jano can't recall and has no mention of "Tal" in his notes))

Jarod Freeman: "The former tyrant," he says, as he draws the covers up over Brigette's body and moves to set her clothes aside. "Not the best of men or Fallen."

Keiko Moroboshi: *nods* "That would explain how he knows your name...and how he would know or think he knows what resources can be mustered." *thinks*

Jarod Freeman: "If it's him, which I honestly doubt." He takes a seat on one of the couches, watching Brigette. "He died when Cernnunos hit New York. All attempts to contact him have failed since...we assumed him consumed."

Keiko Moroboshi: *nods* "We still must determine who this is and what his source of information is. Until we know for sure, perhaps it is best that we consider all possibilities to be open."

Jarod Freeman: "No, I agree." He takes a drag off his clove, silent and contemplative for a long moment...looking tired. Drained. "We'll find out. In the meantime, it's possible he doesn't know much about your circle. Best to keep it that way...he doesn't need to know everything if he doesn't already."

Keiko Moroboshi: *nods* "I agree. I have no intention to telling him more than is absolutely necessary."

Jarod Freeman: "Good." He falls silent for a moment again, lost into his own thoughts. "How are things with you guys, by the way?"

Keiko Moroboshi: "Quiet. Either I'm very out of the loop, or else no one has done anything." *shrugs* "I hope it is because nothing has needed urgent attention of late, rather than complacency..."

Jarod Freeman: "I would hope so," he says with a nod and a sigh. "Last thing we need is more urgent attention-worthy things."

Keiko Moroboshi: *nods* "I agree completely. I hope that at some point the world will just stay saved."

Jarod Freeman: "It's not saved yet. It's just not destroyed yet, either."

Keiko Moroboshi: *nods* "Is there a checklist somewhere of all the threats we're aware of, just locally? I would be afraid of the sheer length of that list..." *shakes her head* "I should probably be going..." *she opens her mouth as if to say something else, then seems to change her mind*

Jarod Freeman: He looks up at Keiko, and his head tilts to the side. "You have an odd habit of doing that, Keiko. That whole 'Almost saying something' thing." He gives her a very faint smile.

Keiko Moroboshi: *she shrugs* "Half of me grew up as a girl in a traditional Japanese home, the other at the bottom of her House. It is somewhat wondrous that I speak up as much as I do."

Jarod Freeman: He smiles a little bit more, and nods. "Feel free to speak up, Keiko. Unlike a lot of us, you actually think before you do."

Keiko Moroboshi: "Well, It is better to be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt." *she smiles slightly* "Before, you were concerned over Brigitte's medication intake. While it is not my specialty, I would tend to side with you, against medication unless it is absolutely necessary. If possible, I would recommend speaking with her doctors and making sure that they are aware of everything."

Jarod Freeman: He nods a little bit, looking to Brigette with a sigh. "I know. I just..." He shrugs. "I probably will. I'll talk to her about it later."

Keiko Moroboshi: "Good." *nods* "I will keep in touch...please let me know if anything develops." *she moves to leave*

Jarod Freeman: "Will do. Say hello to Thomas for me."

Keiko Moroboshi: *nods* "I will do so when I next see him." *and she heads out* ((and time for me to go to sleep! *waves* G'night, and thanks for the RP))

Jarod Freeman: ((Night! Thanks for the scene!))