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Who: Reilanin, Robert, Nathaniel, Arlene, Nick
When: Backdated to the evening of January 30th
Where: The abandoned subways!
What: Just checkin' things out.
Warnings?: None! ...yet?

She waited nearby the entrance, sitting sideways on her scooter with her helmet in her hands, dressed much more lightly than seemed necessary for how cold it was this time of year- a light jacket better suited to spring, no gloves, and even that seemed to give her a slight, feverish flush to her face. She wore her red scarf despite that- it was the identifying factor she'd given the others, though in retrospect she could have just mentioned the scooter.

She glanced at her watch. She felt so scattered these days, unable to focus on anything for too long without getting distracted, without thinking about other things. Stress wasn't usually a problem for her. Unfortunately she still wasn't admitting to herself that becoming a werewolf was beyond any normal amount of stress.

A breath in, a breath out, trying to settle her nerves, ears and nose picking up everything in her vicinity. It was tempting to jump the gun and head down by herself, but safety in numbers and all that. Had Nick gone down?... she might be the only one who knew where they were going. She'd wait.

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Nathaniel certainly had no idea where he was going. Even finding the subway entrance had been enough of a challenge - he wasn't one for directions or maps. Still, he was there now.

He halted some distance away from the subway entrance, tapping his cane against the ground uncertainly. He recognised that young lady, didn't he? From the shop? What in blazes was she doing there? If she kept loitering, he'd be bound to miss the person in the red scarf he was supposed to be meeti--

Oh.

Well. This was unexpected. Nathaniel strode towards her, trying to hide any lingering surprise in favour of projecting his usual lofty demeanour.

"Good evening. As far as evenings spent rooting out mysteries in subways go, I suppose."

Subtle.

By the time he's actually at the designated subway station, Holloway is actually a little tired. Par the course when your primary method of getting around a major metropolitan area is to fling yourself off the roofs and walls of buildings. He tried to come looking like he was a person who at least had a modicum of his shit together at least, and is looking around for a person in a red scarf when he sees her.

And some other guy? Holloway wonders for a moment if he's in on the network, then figures that it makes sense that he would be, because who the hell else would come here. It's an abandoned subway and neither of them look like teenagers up to shenanigans, which is more than he can say for himself. He walks up to the both of them looking for all the world like the most casual guy on the face of the planet.

"So is this where we're meeting to get up to some sleuthing or..."

Arlene wound up passing by the station a couple times before she spotted the group gathering out front and realized she was in the right place. She tried to make it look like she knew what she was doing, straightening up and putting on a confident smile as she approached.

"Hi, guys. We waiting on anyone else?"

It was dark, but sight wasn't really something she relied on anymore. She could hear Nathaniel, and Robert, and Arlene, all before they were within sight. The cold dampened her sense of smell some, but it was far from useless.

Nathaniel it took a moment for her to place. As with most she knew before her placement on the network, trying to connect her history with them and suddenly knowing them by scent took her a moment. But the books, she could smell the books, the paper and the ink, the bindings on him. It manifested in a moment's staring before she nodded, her features otherwise still. "We'll find out, I suppose. How are you tonight otherwise, Mr. Mithryn?"

Seeing Robert come up unsettled her a little, but she smothered that quickly. Young people on the network in general disturbed her. "Yes, we're just waiting on ... one more, I think...?"

The words faded as Arlene's footsteps approached. "One more." Hopefully Nick would make it. She checked her watch again. "Then we'll go down. I don't like waiting out here like this." She hadn't heard anything else, no people, no dogs. She'd be happy never to run into one of those policedogs ever again, to be honest.

"I don't plan on lingering about. I was down once before, but there were snakes. I hadn't the means of doing anything useful in a fight, and so I left. I plan to do the same if anything happens down there tonight. It's been quiet, though..."

And that one more shows up at a light jog, coming to a stop next to Reilanin as he joins the group. "As far as I know, all the snakes died with Proud."

He scans the small group, looking both for any sign of familiar faces, and to see if any of them register at all on his 'not-human' detection sense, or whatever the hell it is, before he looks back at Reilanin. "I'm going to guess this means I'm the last one to show up?"

She'd heard him coming, but having him visibly there sets her more at ease. Perhaps he won't be able to do anything either, but the familiarity is appreciated. She lets her breath out slowly and nods.

"As far as I know... no one else said they'd be coming." She also hadn't gone about specifically asking. She'd considered asking Alexander, but-

Well. "Let's go. I've superior smell and hearing, so I'll lead. If anyone else has something useful, let me know."

She opened up the compartment in her scooter and took out a flashlight, smacked it into life, and with another glance around for additional company, began the trek down into the subway.

"So... no introductions, then," Arlene said with just a hint of a whine coloring her voice. The unfamiliar faces (except for "I Hate Computers" guy- what did they need with a creaky old man for this, anyway?), the dropping of names, the casual mention of super senses: all served to drive in that she was the New Girl here. It left her feeling awkward, out of place, feelings that had never suited her well.

She'd come prepared with a flashlight of her own, which she switched on before following Reilanin into the dark.

Nick nods back at Reilanin, giving her a smile before he goes quiet again to listen. He doesn't have a flashlight on him - his light is equipped on his gun, and he doesn't want to just pull it out while they're standing on the sidewalk.

Instead, he falls in along next to the girl with her own flashlight, the one who'd asked about introductions.

"I'm Nick," he comments as they walk. "And it makes me feel a little better that you mentioned introductions, by the way, I don't know anyone here but Rei."

Introductions. Wonderful. He lets out a sigh.

"Mr. Mithryn."

No first names here. Only old men sounding very unconcerned about being sociable. Nathaniel produces his own flashlight from his coat and uses it to peer into the gloom as he follows along. He's read up on Proud and understands why he'd been in hiding down here, but it's still a little disappointing to see how completely mundane the place is. At least so far.

She glances back briefly without turning her head, then turns her eyes back to the path in front of them. There's debris in here, nothing major, but enough bits of rubble to slip on if you weren't careful.

"Reilanin." Somewhat similar to Nathaniel's greeting, though less bored, more nervous. Not even so much because they're going back into the subway, but because of being in close proximity to other people. It also gently corrects Nick's calling her just 'Rei', adding to her discomfort.

Now they go... yes, she remembered the left turn here. "Yours?"

Arlene smiled at Nick, a little more relaxed for hearing that.

"I'm Arlene."

As they walked, she made a point of aiming her flashlight beam into the especially dark corners. One such sweep surprised a rat, sending it skittering across their path towards a new hiding place; Arlene let out a startled gasp that she desperately hoped no one heard, and walked a little faster to stick closer to the group. Rei's apparent nerves might be rubbing off on her a little (even if for different reasons.)

The skittering noise and Arlene's reaction didn't seem to bother her- whatever she was nervous about, it wasn't that.

But she continued to hear nothing out of the ordinary. She remembered the sound, though it had been muddled by others. She wished that her sight were better, all things considered. There was a comfort in being able to see things, regardless of her sense of hearing or smell.

The stairs weren't in the best condition, and she glanced back from time to time to give a quiet "step left" or "watch that" with the briefest flash of her torch towards this or that obstacle, crumbling steps or broken chunks of cement fallen from higher steps or possibly even the ceiling.

They arrived at the bottom without incident. There was the incessent sound of wind coming through the tunnel but otherwise, nothing outside of their group.

She held her head at a slight angle as though to listen, then turned around.

"Look around if you like. I don't think there's anything here anymore."

Where had Proud run from last time?... if she'd known, she didn't remember. She swung her light around, trying to decide a direction, and then headed off.

There wasn't much. Cans. Some signs of a person living there. There wasn't even any smell to it anymore.

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