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Kerri takes notes on whatever bit of scrap is available, probably baking parchment. "Noted. Now...you all will abandon any hope you had of these Dreamers. They are coming with me. You will remain here, kneeling and silent, for a full hour, even after we have departed." She looks each of them in the eye.

They struggle, squirm, but it holds. Confusion abounds in many eyes

Olgar mutters "that may not last but let's hope"

"It will hold," she declares. "Now..." she turns to the Dreamers. "You're going to come with us. We're going to get you to safety."

She gestures for them to follow, and leads the troupe to the service entrance off the kitchen.

And they do, muttering in confusion, "Were we drugged?" "All I know is that I'm following the big lady who wasn't there when everything went black" and so on

"Oh, I nearly forgot..." She pauses and takes the mask out of her bag, putting it on a counter. Taking a meat tenderizer from the wall, she strikes the mask as the bunk for a Holly Strike, demolishing both the mortal seeming and the fae mein of the thing.

It shatters, and as a treasure it lashes out

(WP roll. You may spend one point)

For a moment... it seems to Kerri that she is turning to living stone but she holds fast and willls herself to resist it

Though for that moment, she may know how Gwen of Silverwolf feels. Then her skin turns to normal.

The sidhe and goons there of howl in disbelief. Some curse "You broke a treasure? Escheat violating...."

Of course, it's not technically... certainly nothing compared to ravaging or hoarding dreamers

"Fucking hipocrites" Olgar snorts at them

A gasp as she wills her lungs to breathe, and then she yells, "SILENCE!" at those criticism. "HYPOCRITES! MAY THE DREAMING MAKE YOU PAY TEN TIMES OVER FOR WHAT YOU TRIED TO DO TO THESE DREAMERS!" She turns and storms out.

She doesn't have Zara's ability to curse...but they don't know that.

She holds the door for the Dreamers and urges them out quickly.

And out they go in a hurry, confused but moving

Olgar moves on with her

"OKay, " He says "I took the liberty of alerting some rovers"

"Thank you. I was about to call on Hiro, but I prefer a known quantity."

A deep breath. "We need to get them somewhere inconspicuous. Unless you're talking about taking them all on the Silver?"

"Dangerous ... so I was thinking... want to steal a yacht?" He looks at one parked nearby "It belongs to one of the nobles you had bowing"

Her jaw drops, she turns to him...and he finds himself on the receiving end of a very enthusiastic kiss!

Enthusiastic, but brief. "Let's go!"

She hurries to the yacht in question, motioning the Dreamers to follow and keeping count to make sure they haven't lost any.

Olgar breaks from the enthusiastic kiss and mutters "leave the money on the dresser before you go"

and they move! Kerri has a lot of experience at head counting. Childlings, Wilders, and more

The Dreamers are confused but they do stay together

A quick glance at Olgar, a look that promises him that that was only a downpayment.

"Can you drive one of these things?" she asks him.

"If he can't, I can" Says one of the dreamers

Olgar grins "And Siv gave me some basic tips"

"Excellent!" she says to the Dreamer. "I didn't get your name...?"

"Esteban, my dream is travel" he says "I..don't know why I say it that way. I do streaming about rail lines and light planes and ..so On" He might be Eshu kinian. He's definitely a dreamer

"Then, Captain Esteban, our departure is in your hands." She gestures him to take the wheel. "Everybody, take a seat wherever you can!"

And Esteban gets to work.

Behind the ship, chimera fly or swim to pursue and give chase.

a mistake, Olgar isn't willing to risk the mortas on the dreaming, but he has no problem funneling chimera away with a gesture

Kerri keeps an eye out for any fae pursuit.

In truth, they have little to fear... and yet?

(Perception plus Alertness)

/roll 6

There's a dreamer on board who she doesn't recognize. She is enchanted and gaping, but looks relieved

Kerri goes to her. "Are you all right?"

Wary, in case she's some sort of plant.

"Yes.. are you... the chef?"

"First let me hear who you are."

"My name is Sofia"