#bergen_county

"It does" he admits

"Wait, I can't explain this to anyone I...they're gonna dissect me"

"You said you met Sam and Dirk? Wait until you meet Dagmar... and, um, Dirk. They looked normal to you, right?"

She wiggles her fingers in front of her eyes and whispers in a melodramatic tone, "Only thee who have the sight, shall see thee in thy truest might...." Then a snort. "Now I sound like Zane trying to sound all sorcerer-y."

"Wait, you're saying Sam and Dirk are like you? Me? Us?"

"Oh, yes and no to that" The professor grins!

A hapless look from Basil at THAT answer

She hops from one hoof to the other in excitement. "Can I introduce him?"

"Yes, why not.." A smile "Basil, you have so much to learn"

"But Piper can introduce you. and wants to. Oh, let me run down the Escheat. I was not clear on something before" he sighs "And it did not serve one of us well."

Piper is now distracted by gatheing back up her hat o'dross and cash. "I can go put my stuff away, it's strewn all through the hallway, while you chat..."

"Good idea, Piper..." The professor says "now, the Rights of the Escheat are among our most sacred laws..." And he begins to teach Basil.

PIper stores herstuff away into her room only to see three attractive chimerical women there.

A testament to Basil's support of diversity, there's one black woman, one white girl, and one lady of generic asian hotness.

"Oh. Um. Hi?"

"Hi..." "Hi" "Hi" they flirt and giggle and..well, apparently whatever dream of his created them, the 'diversity' didn't focus on a lot of in depth discussion

"Basil, you're so..sexy.." One says. She's like a soap bubble

and confusing her for Basil

She kens them curiously, wondering if they have a similar 'feel' as Nab, a steadfastness, or are something more flighty, ethereal...

nope. Soap bubble chimera. Probably will fade in the next ten minutes

or maybe pop upon contact, which might be funny to see a guy lunge for one only to 'pop'

Not that she herself might not be tempted.

She MIGHT be, but... she's feeling rather generous at the moment, and gives them friendly grins. "Already, Eenie, Meenie, and Miney, here's the sitch. You're looking for Basil, and you're his very first thoughts - lovely ones at that."

And she steps over to smooth the bedspread, taking a pillow pillow to fluff it up, and in doing so, leaves a touch of her own glamour behind. Not a lot, but maybe enough to sustain them for a few minutes longer. Maybe long 'enough'?

"You three just have a sit here, sit and look pretty. I'll let him know you're waiting."

And she steps back out, calling, "Uncle C? I think Basil needs to come see this quick, and then he'll be right back to your lesson-ing."

"Oh? Is it related to being a satyr?" Her Uncle says, lowering his glasses though she can't see it from there, she knows he's doing it

"You know how they say that a dream is a wish your heart makes? What if your wish came from lower down?" and adds, "So, I'd say.... yass."

"Oh go on up lad, it's one of the benefits of being a satyr that we can indulge in somethings others shame themselves out of" The professor says to Basil hearing her words.

Basil trots up "Yeah what the... " His eyes peek into the room, 'oh...hello Christmas"

"BASIL!" the three shallow dreams squee

Piper manages not to roll her eyes... and pats him on the back. "They're figments, they may not stick around long... but have fun while they do?"

"Oh I am all about the Carpe Deim now..." He says then coughs "Excuse us for a few ah.. .you know awhile"

A chuckle and she steps back over to the study. Licks a finger, and makes an imaginary tally mark in the air. "Soon we'll outnumber the Trolls around here... then we'll need to import more to keep everyone happy."

The door closes.

And in the study "Careful dear, i Know enough soothsay to know that what you wish for at these times is bound to be heard by something"

That being the professor.

"Health, wealth, a fine ship and a finer captain to pilot her for me.... " she closes her eyes, crosses fingers, and then pointedly looks out the window..."

That actually makes someone chortle

Well, her uncle that is.

A sigh. "Alas, there's always next Chrysalis. Well, what do you think? Does Baz's fam have the resources on hand to help him out? Or a local trag'? I'm sure we don't want to pop him on a bus home, that's how crazy road warrior stories start."

"Actually... " A look over "marsha.. how are you doing dear?"

"Not Dreamstruck thank goodness.. I checked on Lydia, she's fine.. though she's a bit surly that EVERYONE gets to turn fae but her and I" Marsha says "It's worse than you think, Piper. His mother and father are rather homophobic. He had a falling out because of that... even uses the McCormick last name. "

Her mouth drops open, and then closes, and she gives a firm nod. "And you know, he's welcome to it. Mama Vi would say as much. Is that why they never would come over for dinner? Mama thought... she never wanted me to hear, but I assumed that they didn't like her being with a white lady. I don't know if this is better or worse. Maybe, equally shitty. I mean - sorry. Language. But that IS a nasty thing whatever it is."

"Possibly a little of both. My sister has never been happier than with her love and that's all I give a damn about" Marsha says "But sometimes it's hard for folks to open their damned eyes"

"And they adopted your favorite niece, don't forget that part." Piper smiles. "Maybe he can help them dream bigger dreams... someday. But now, he's all fresh and new, and you're right.. going back to that would be like, like strewing trash all over a beach with sand fresh from the tides - or, or whizzing in new snow. It's ugly and not something for a new fae to walk into right away - not from family." A sigh. And a small smile to her auntie and uncle. "I can have my stuff cleared out today, if you want to offer him a room..."

"oh that feels wrong... " Marsha says, "giving you the bum rush?"

The professor smiles "Zane CAN sleep on a couch if need be"

"Or maybe it's the dreaming telling me to get off my fine fanny and either pee or get off the pot." She shows Marsha the winnings from the other night. "This should start me out with a bit of furniture, and if I can stand up to a jerky Ex, and be protocol'd without having a panic attack, maybe I'm ready to try spreading my wings a little." And will share the story of the Troubador after party as well.

Naturally, in making her declaration it's jerky ex that catche's Marsha's attention!

So she listens raptly, and is good interactive audiance with comments as 'oo nice selection' and 'he sounds lovely' and of course "No he did not?!"

“Do you remember a couple years back when the moms were calling everyone which where and why looking for me? That was when Tosi- no. Sir Itosios, lord of Jerks- ditched me in New Mexico. Vera ended up having to wire me a bus ticket and then drove 6 hours to meet me- so I could be grounded for not telling them where I was going so they could warn me about fair faces over foul facets.”

“She COULD have taken a trod, but I think she wanted the drive back for scolding.”