Xaviers!

"You're both my friends," she said, hesitating a bit, before adding, "maybe be ready to knock me out if ...other me...does something stupid when she gets here? I don't know how any of this works."

"I'm teasing. If you were acting that erratically, I wouldn't have let you get this far."

"She was just on edge because she could sense you already. You're developing rather fast, probably because the moon will be full in a few nights' time."

"Don't let her rip my throat out either," she joked, though there was a bit of fear in her voice.

Tereza clears the edge of the roof with a familiar figure in tow. She's growling just a little as she eyes Haley, before she realizes who it is. "Haley?"

Haley turned and let out a low growl, glaring at Tereza with feral yellow eyes for a moment before scrunching up her face and tensing in frustration to suppress the involuntary reaction.

"...damnit. H-hi Tereza."

"...girls, girls, you're both pretty," she sighs.

"Haley's come down with our favorite monthly visitor. I thought we could help her. Seems you've got a guest of your own, though."

She looks intently to the one who came with Tereza.

"The Fenrir curse is certainly getting around and it would seem to have a type." Vivienne politely smiled.

"Love what you've done with the place. Modern times suit you bower nicely, Morrigan."

"Sam, Haley, you remember Vivienne. She's our friendly neighborhood fishing pond creator."

"H-hi Viv," Haley said, still suppressing the urge to growl.

"...and also your ex, but perhaps we can discuss this better inside rather than on the roof."

"...inside probably good...they've been chasing me since they bit me. And the moonlight is making me feel... anxious."

"Yes. Another time. After you." Vivienne made a small bow to Haley. Best not to turn one's back to a new wolf.

Haley moved closer to Sam to follow Vivienne's gesture and head inside.

Tereza frowns at Sam's response, expected as it might be, but brings up the rear as everyone heads inside.

Vivienne pauses and leans back a little towards Tereza to whisper. "Invitation..."

Tereza blinks and looks confused, but then sighs, "You're invited, Vivienne." I'll explain in a moment, love.

Sam quirks a brow at Viv and Tereza before leading them down the roof access hatch and into her abode. She lights candles to illuminate the place, revealing an eclectic mix of cushions, animal pelts, and antique furniture.

"...so, what brings the Lady of the Lake's daughter to us after all of this time?"

"Free will, such as it is." She found a place and removed Caledfwlch and set it against a shabby chic side table.

"And I am the Lady, not that fey titles matter now with the wall in place and my choice made."

Tereza keeps her eyes on Haley, as if she's assessing the new werewolf.

"...seems we've both come up in the world since last we met."

"Not...quite the same, I have a title that is important only to those who think it is and those are behind the wall. I have not been nearly as lucky with the change mortal perception has placed on me, but we do what we must with what we are given." She gave a shrug.

"I don't know about that. After all these years you still stroll in here looking like you were just on the runway at Paris."

"My usual glamour at night. I am still half human, that can not be changed, my fey half has not fared as well."

"Show her, Viv," Tereza says, turning her attention to Sam.

With a wave of her hand the shimmer of water magic fell, leaving Vivienne in black, ghost pale, blood red lips and fangs.

"...you brought a vampire in here?"

In the middle of this shaky reunion, a disembodied ruffling towel comes floating out of a side room at roughly six feet up. "I can't believe you made me do that, you have no idea the 'fro' I'm g-"

The moving object stopped abruptly at the four assembled. It tilted in a few different directions, then slide down slightly in a U shape, draped over something only a bit lower than where it was setting previously.

"Well, this is sufficiently awkward." Stated a Estuary accent that Haley would be familiar with.

"I brought a *fey* in here, Sam. I've killed my share of vampires. She's... weird, but she's not like the others."

"Thank you, красивые ((Beautiful)). Loopholes Morrigan, we are notorious for them. I am not dead or undead. I am...a cliche and as much as it galls me, it has also been a blessing." She pulled at the very tight fitting black gown that indeed screamed "Hot Topic" gothic.

Tereza Rozanov wrote:Tereza keeps her eyes on Haley, as if she's assessing the new werewolf.

Haley's lips curled back a bit as she felt the stare on the back of her head. She didn't turn to face her, instead continuing to stare out the window at the nearly full moon barely suppressing the (still very strange to her) urge to growl at her friend.

Basil's voice stirred her from her reverie, and her head whipped towards his voice. He'd notice that she looked decidedly wild--unkempt hair, vibrant yellow eyes, and pronounced canines.

"Basil?"

"Ms.Crusek." Basil greeted back. With all he had been through Basil's emotional responses had become even more finely tuned and easily buried than before. If there was any surprise in him, it didn't register in his voice.

"Sorry to interrupt.It sounds as if we were bickering about which of us freaks was best freak.

May I nominate myself in the running? I mean I am the one with the most experience as a horror film villain."

"...Basil, recall what we said about trousers in this house."

"...you've had a conversation about pants more than once?"

"Apparently, his invisibility still does not effect his clothing." She smirked and eyed the hovering towel. "One can not hide as a floating pair of underpants."

"We have had exactly one conversation about trousers, and then someone who has the ability to shape-shift hands me a pair of her painted on trousers as if somehow shoving my meat and two veg into them isn't going to be more mentally scarring to her than my solution, which is to let me wear my knee length poncho.

If I didn't know better I'd think this was some kind of kinky mind game she was playing with me to try to get a sneaky peek at my circumcision scars."

"See? She gets me." Basil replied slyly at Viv's observation. He wasn't sure he'd ever been formally introduced to her, but he'd seen her around campus back during his early days.

"But please, continue. I think we were talking about vampires being terrible people but werewolves are all ace and volunteer their time at homeless shelters or something." As he finished his statement he was tying the towel around his waist for modesty's sake.

"I have... issues with people who should be dead. We'll leave it at that."

"And she's not skipped her time," Tereza says, "This is about perception dictating reality, Sam. Something I'd think you'd have more than a passing acquaintance with."

"I have issues with all things that try to eat my boyf--partner...and I, but seeing as how I'm now apparently one of the hellbeasts that does the biting, I'm not sure where that leaves me."

"As I said, dear Haley, loopholes. Sometime back I found some...more modern books and have been able to define myself somewhat. You need not fear, you are off the menu completely."

"Just... give me a bloody second to process all this. I can't reverse course on the damned psychopomp instincts all that quickly," she grits her teeth.