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Sylvi's tone drops as they're leaving the store. "Wait...your mom's a boggan? And she's making you be social? That's...she should know better."

"Why? Sounds like a mom thing..."

He shrugs a bit, head ducking down. "Not trying to s-say anything bad on her."

"No, just...I'm surprised. Boggans are supposed to be sensitive to that kind of stuff."

And, the unspoken but continues after a few moments of silence. "B-but she tried to t-tidy my minis. Y-you can't reorder them alphabetically, it's got to be by class and point combination..."

Siv nods, "Don't know many sluagh myself, but social isn't usually their thing I'm guessing?" She asks Symon

"Minis - those little metal warhammer people?"

Sylvi thinks a moment. "Maybe if you teach her the system, she'll be happy to follow it....?"

Then she shakes her head. "Ugh, sorry...now I'm turning into my mom, trying to fix things."

"Sometimes you just gotta vent." A shrug.

"I have f-friends online. Sort of. People I talk to. She doesn't get it, it's just th-those computer games." He pauses, then nods to Dagmar. "Sort of, yes. Monsters, mostly, it helps get into the scene more if you're not just v-visualizing it in your head. If I can paint them a little better, might be able to trade them online." He swallows a bit, feeling a little overwhelmed with the attention on him, seeming to sink back into the shadows a little.

Siv backs up, giving him space

Letting Dagmar and Sylvi handle it

"I have a m-mentor, she's sluagh, but she's back in ($RANDOM_HOMETOWN). Haven't met others here yet."

"Oh, hey - money's good!"

"So, like, it's like playing out a movie? And you set up the mini-things like actors and stuff?"

Sylvi notes this, too, and also goes a pace or two back, and takes out her phone to send Colton a quick text.

He nods. "It's harder to do online... less tangible... but sometimes, even through the computer, talking, you can just, almost feel it..." A thin-fingered hand makes a tentative grasping gesture, as if trying to gather invisible, whispy threads. "I think I can, maybe, muse... but I don't quite have it yet." His shoulders curling in a little, disappointed.

"Muse?"

His eyes flick to the other trolls, a little unsure. "I mean, there are other ways. Not saying it's no better than any other..." Backpedaling, on the defensive as though he misspoke.

"They're both new to this," she says to Symon, then explains, "It's like helping non-fae tap into the Dreaming a little bit, so they can make things that are full of Glamour."

"Never really thought of it being something you could do online, but...I guess really, it makes sense. I bet you could."

"Oh... sure." She nods. "Like said, nine days. Zane said...." She stops, frowning. Then a scowl. A stubbornly set chin. "I heard the whole school lit up? Sylvi, she helped me."

"It's... like, imagine a movie... you seen one that hit you so close, it feels like you were part of it? In these, these games..." His mouth twists a little at calling them that, as though it doesn't quite fit. "It gives mortals a little taste of being something special. And they can play pretend, as easy as cowboys and indians back in the day. You might be surprised how into it they get..." Eyes flicking over to Dagmar. "Lit up?"

"When I changed. Yeah." A shrug. "Oh, I know movies like that. Ones you want to just live in."

"Huh." Sylvi considers that. "I wonder...there's gotta be a way to develop that."

"Nockers, maybe. If you don't mind that maybe your computer blows a capacitor." Matter-of-factly.

A pause. "There any superhero games?"

A nod to Dagmar. "M-mutants and Masterminds. You can be a hero, or a villain. There was an online game, like that - See-oh-Aitch. Uh. City of Heros. Or City of Villains. They shut it down though." A scowl at this.

"Why?"

She shrugs. "I'm only allowed to use the computer for homework."

"But being superheros sounds fun. Do you need anything to play? Minis and what else?"

Sylvi's been texting on and off during the conversation, the occasionally smile at the screen.

He raises a hand and rubs two fingers together. "Money, I figure. Not making enough off of people living their dreams. Have to sell new games. Uhm. Rulebooks. Dice. Someone to create the story - like, the plot of the movie, but you can't tell where things will go. Sometimes there is a set adventure. Go through the tunnels, past the evil gnolls and save the princess from the dragon. ...but sometimes, the best times, folk can come up with their own ideas. Maybe the Gnolls would be peaceful if adventurers would stay out of their dang tunnels. And maybe the Princess is a wicked sort who holds the dragon in Thrall, p-pretending to be kidnapped to extort her own control of the kingdom... they could choose to save the d-dragon instead."

He swallows, surprising himself at such a speech.

Even Sylvi's impressed with that much speech coming from a sluagh.

"...but it's easier online. There..." A small flush. "Folk you talk to are there because they're interested. And you don't explain it and then have people s-stare at you like you're a crazy n-nerd.

She grins. "That sounds cool. You make that up?"

Siv appears to have vanished

Sylvi glances up at some point and notices this fact. She turns around, looking. "Wait. Wait....where's Siv?"

"...Shit." She stops and searches.

A small shrug. "Made up... not really. Just took a common sc-scenario, and turned it around." He peers around as well. Which one was Siv? But he can count, and there does seem to be one fewer troll present. Fingers reach up to scratch at Lovecraft's chin. "Did you see where she went?" He whispers to the chimera.

"Siv!" Sylvi calls out, perhaps a bit too loudly for the sluagh's ears.

She likewise consults her chimera. "Flopsy, do you know where she is?"

Siv staggers into view , sort of... she's... her mein is dim....sometimes threatening to go dimmer.

"CRAP!" Sylvi runs to her, fishing a bit of dross out of her pocket.

He slinks back, hands twitching to cover his ears at the first shout, then back further, out of the way at the second and against a wall. Watching with surprise.

Dagmar watches, confused and concerned. "I don't understand. What happened?"

"Just.. uhm.. hey uh.. do I know... where?" Disoriented

"Dag...SAM....Come here!"