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Her fingertips trail along the lace, expression a mixture of delight and wary concern. "Tricky, tricky, tricky..."

Spiderweb like design even on the lace. Oh oh ...coincidence? Many sluagh like webs

"1122, go out and report, would you?"

While the spider goes, Zara begins to pace a circle around the room... touching the wall after every three paces. "A room for a queen, for a spider, for a ghost... it seems fitting, seems what delights the most... tell me, Da'an, show me, the machinations of my host..."

OOC: WP check please.

/roll noexplode 6

crowns put on heads creatures banging at glass walls drowning in madness and glamour oak acorns planted Land raised from a wild sea Lions yoked A clown eating scrolls and... too much too much, 50 years of machinations, of intrigues and eyes, eyes everywhere, it's not over and...

Zara sits down. Which is fine. she didn't pass out at least.

She cradles her head in her hands, reeling and nauseated and dizzy...

When folks say Jude has always been here, she realizes they are..not far off. Even before the war, he was here. And that was...a half century of intrigues, Liam style.

She has heard of it before, of that kind of longevity.... Madeline has claimed it... but here? To her soothsay? Real evidence...

Mayhaps one should be more specific in the questions one asks of the dreaming, at least nestled in the heart of a count. He's not Siochan, she doesn't think, but he's powerful, and not just in connections. He's a sorcerer like Emmit, but what arts?

That she doesn't know, and she needs a moment to sort things out.

She rubs at her temples, waiting for her vision to clear.

It does, and there is a gentle knock at the door.

She rises, placing her feet carefully as she crosses the bit of floor. She opens the door.

Count Jude inclines his head "Is the room to your liking? "

"...Aye. It's lovely. Perfect, even."

"My hold aims to please, " he says "You spoke of questions, sure you wouldn't rather dine first? Or if you wish , during? I can repast with you"

"I.... would care for some tea, if possible."

"Please, follow me," he says. and leads her to a parlor area that opens...walls of chimerica flame open and close at his will. Can even 1122 pass through when they are sealed? And into the parlor they go. Options of Earl Grey, Darjeeling, and Green Tea are available "I can get others if you like , but it will take longer. " A small plate of mushrooms, including truffles is by the side

"Oh, all of them are lovely. I think I wish for bergamot. Earl Grey, please." She sits, mostly recovered - she is, of course, always pale.

He pours for her, "I'm afraid my usual staff is a skeleton crew these days. Some of them had families in Paradise, or friends, and so House Liam is making efforts to send help in one form or another to the refugees from the flames. The newly homeless and so on. Fortunately, Tea and mushrooms I can do."

Her eyes widen. "I hadn't realized this was so close to the fires... oh, a tsoriss..."

"Not that close, Over four hours easily ...but families and friends these dayss, if they aren't a trod away, there are still on the internet. World is smaller than we think, and larger, no?"

"There is truth in that, yes."

"As for myself, I've been bullying the other nobles to commit to sending more aid. As you know, many sidhee are well to do in the mortal world. That's a power that can be used in crisis like this. " Thoughtful "Ah, but let's not get into my complaints about the short sidedness of some of my fellow nobles. You had questions, and I am curious about you as well"

tapping... Place is tight. Walls of flame solid. Can't push deep without risking a burn. Library open. Can check. Can go out deeper into park easy. Pref?

A toe-tap... park. look for other fae.

"Well, truth, I did not realize I had questions until I was here. Tell me - Bobbi mentions an.. accord.. with a Dr. Lolly?"

A frown, "Dame Bobbi speaks a bit too freely. Dr. Lolly is an mannikin, a form of inaminate, and in his case a dangerous one. He has done me good service at times and so I endure him, but I strongly advise you do not enter his fun house. Consider it an embassy where my protection does not fully reach"

Her eyes sparkle. "Truly? A mannikin? And that is his domain?"

He notices the sparkle in the eyes "Mm perhaps I should have told you rather than it was dangerous that it was boring, tediously dull?" a chuckle "For most intents and purposes. Yes. Honestly, you could get injured there."

"Ahem, a question of my own?" He says

"Well, fair's fair." She picks up the cup, cradling it with both hands.

"Are you Jewish? By faith, heritage, and or upbringing? Tsoriss, that's Yiddish."

"I'm from New York. You could argue that we're all a bit Jewish. If you can't say something nice, say it in Yiddish."

A chuckle "An amusing non answer"

"Mind, too, that Goblin Town is there - and I do believe every Nocker is fluent."

"Have others gone into his Funhouse and returned?"

"A few yes, one or two I had to rescue. Not easy."

"A few? Have never returned" He says

He sips his own tea "Are any of your immediate family kithain?"

Oh yes, glimmer. That did not make it less appealing. Sluagh. Go figure.

A nod. "Aye."

"How are they doing? do they have a hold to go to? Kinain too if you have them? I do currently have room if their lords are denying them access where they are"

oo...selkies! There's one painting. Lots of water though. HEY WALKING HERE! pause Sorry, sea gull

"Three questions, sir." A wry smile. "They are well, so far as I know. My parents are kinain, and they are not.. ah.. as active in the community as your Dame."

"Well, as long as they're not in need of help. And you know my kith, we tend to seize things in bulk-it's a failing that has lead to success. Ask a few of your own"