Jacob, Mr. Wolf, and James arrive at Israel's house moments before a company car pulls up, and a probationary agent, looking slightly frazzled and a little harried, gets the door and starts unloading the luggage.

Jacob is quickly assaulted by a pleasant, slightly stout woman, shaking your hand and greeting you.

Hello! Hello! You must be Yakob! Our leetle Yiszrael's told us about you!  So big! He Didn't tell us your son would be here! How nice! And who is this? Oh, well, Yisrael said you were in a complicated relationship...pah! Good for you I say! Be proud of who you are, who's going to tell you two otherwise?

At the moment she says that, Israel comes out of the house, and a teenager with little true knowledge of American culture, but a keenness to learn gets out of the car, fighting a losing battle to keep the rolling laughter down. Dr. Isaac gives her an unapproving glance.  Whether the glance is for the laughter, the too tight jeans, with the artful rips, the Sex Pistols shirt that stops above the belly button, or the peroxided hair, is unclear.  Safe bets are on all of the above.

Asking for a compel of "Lynyrd Skynyrd Baptist" on the grounds that Jacob's a Southerner and a Christian during a time when homosexuality is a hot issue.  Also, Jacob's a Marine and this story is taking place during the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" era before "Obama's Gay Military."


Jacob looks at Mrs. Levy with a bewildered expression on his face for a moment before his mind catches up to his ears and translates the "Crazy Old Jewish Lady" into "North Louisiana Redneck" and he realizes that Mrs. Levy just called him a "queer" (in the vernacular).

Jacob's confusion quickly turns to a mixture of embarrassment and mild anger/annoyance, which he does his best to hold out of his voice.  Also, his grammar structure takes a turn for the awful as it is wont to do when Jacob is tired or flustered.

What?!?  Wait a second now, we ain't no faggots!  Mr. Wolf is a friend who came in to town to help with the move since me and Levy ain't neither one able to do much heavy liftin' right now!

Jacob realizes how that sounds as soon as he blurts it out and flusters a bit more:

Aw hell, Missus Levy, I'm sorry to snap at ya like that.  We've had a rough week, what with all that mess in Darfur and ev'rythang.  3 tours in Iran and I never got a Purple Heart, maybe I should've stayed in the Corps.  Anyway, this is my son, James.  My wife, er, ex-wife couldn't come in with him 'cuz she got called away on business, somethin' 'bout a promotion.
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Israel exits the house just in time to see the exchange, but to late to do anything about it. He mutters a series of choice words in Arabic (since its the LEAST known language of the group here) and interjects himself before anymore damage can be done.  He plasters on a smile and greets his mother with a hug, shakes his father's hand (somewhat stiffly) and hugs his sister.  He nods to Jacob and Mr Wolf in greeting (figuring Jacob will explain where Mr Wolf came from later), then kneels down to offer Jacob's son his hand.

When greeting his parents, he speaks in Hebrew, rather than English. When addressing the group, he swaps back to English.

"So, are we ready to get started?"

In reply to Israel Levy (msg # 3):

Dr. Levy replies Yes, it seems like we've been standing out here for weeks!  Mr. Wolf, Mr. Williams, if you'll get things off the truck and ready to go in, Yisrael and I will start putting things where my wife tells us they go. 

Handle gently, gentlemen! Some of these things have been in the family for years!

As you are beginning, Rebekah and Ariel arrive.

Dr. Levy looks at Israel and mutters Oh good, another distraction, at least one of them looks like a pleasant distraction.  For the sake of your mother, tell me Rivkah is the clothed one.

Ruth, standing near Israel, looks at Ariel, in very cut-off jeans, tight shirt, and playfully colored hair, gives you a wink (hidden from her father) tries to keep a straight face, and says, with as much righteous indignation as she can manage, If God meant people to run around naked, he would have made us that way!

Introductions are made, your mother being cool to Ariel, but noticeably warmer to Rebekah, disappointed she won't be around the whole visit.  Also insisting she accompany to dinner tonight so the family can get to know her better.  Rebekah has just enough time to greet you, a peck on the cheek, then is whisked away by the commanding general to be shown the furniture sent, assist in decorating, and answer motherly questions.  You are secretly thankful, for a moment, that Rebekah is Jewish, former Mossad, which they'll respect, and properly trained in how to adapt to all situations.  Though she chokes a little bit when encouraged to voice her opinions on the house and arranging, because Before you know it it'll be yours dear!

Ariel, trailed by Ruth, who thinks Ariel is the coolest ever, nudges you. Good to see she has family approval right?
Ruth giggles and adds Our leetle Iz is growing up so fast! Any minute now mom will be feeling her out on babies and...other stuff. There she goes!

I don't think I've ever seen Rebekah blush that much. Wow, your mom doesn't even notice it does she?


Back in the truck, Jacob, James, and Mr. Wolf are moving things onto the concrete to be moved into the house.  While no one is around, Wolf moves closer to Jacob, and asks quietly How much are you going to tell James?  I understand he's young, and that can be a problem for mortals, keeping secrets like that, but if you keep moving in supernatural circles, it'll bleed over, so to speak.  Especially if he's around you much. Just something to think about.  Also, we may have trouble.  I'm picking up a smell from the yard along the house and in the back.  Could be nothing, likely a wild fae moving through recently.

I reply to Fenris/Mr. Wolf:

Well, Fen, I was going to try to wait until I could talk to Krystal first.  The last thing I need is for James to go blurtin' somethin' out around her and then she thinks I'm either crazy or I'm fillin' his head with nonsense.  No, as much as me and Krystal disagree with the rest of her family, if James said that his daddy chases the boogeyman for a livin', they'd try to make her get sole custody just to spite us.  Bunch'a damn dirty queer-lovin'-Al-Gore-votin'-for hippies...

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 5):

Fenris cocks his head to one side, and gives you a nasty grin I suppose eating them is out of the question?