#bergen_county

Siv gets a Text, and shows Piper!

THe first one says Siv, I'm at GF, heard you want to talk to me.

The next? Everything okay? I'm still at GF, but I could come talk to you at your place, if you like?

Piper buries her face back in the pillow. “Mrrrph…”

"She wants to come over, talk to us? Sylvi that is"

“It’s been what, an hour, two?” Unsure how long she napped. “Who else knows by now?”

"Okay. I'll tell her to piss off" Siv nods amiably and texts something

“Oi, no. I’m just regretting that whole debacle…”

"I know love, I know. But ah, we do need to tell her if we want her help if she doesn't already know. I'm inviting her here so we can talk to her on 'our turf'"

“Okay.” She nods. “You didn’t tell her to piss off, really? Good.”

A smile "Ah, no. I might tease YOu about it, but as a rule, I'd rather piss off Dagmar than Sylvi. Dagmar will just flatten you and you'd probably deserve it. Sylvi? Get on her bad side and you will discover a new word for your vocabulary: Vinbitchtive."

In a few minutes, Sylvi is knocking on their door, blissfully unaware of the new addition to their vocabulary lists.

“Are you sure I can’t just hide under the bed?” She says, but she’s already getting up to answer the door.

"I meant that with respect mind ye" A smile at the knock "And denied. You have to stay on TOP of the bed where I can reach you, after you get the door"

She opens, “Hey, Sylvi. Thanks for coming by.”

Sylvi's a little startled that Piper's the one opening the door. "Oh! Hey..." A smile, and not at all awkward, nope, not at all. "I, uh, heard Siv was looking for me...."

A tired, tight smile. “Let me guess. Did one of the guys blab?”

Moving aside so Sylvi can come in. The apartment is snug, but comfortable.

"Come on, what will ye have to drink, Sylvi? "

An apologetic look. "Sorry, Piper. They worked so hard not to say anything that it ended up pissing me off, and I ordered them to."

"Oh, just water is okay, Siv, thanks."

She comes inside and stands a bit awkwardly, looking between the two of them.

“Well, at least that’s all you said when you got frustrated.” Piper mutters a touch cryptically. “Come in, grab a chair.” Definitely small and cozy by Lodge standards, the trio must be close to handle living in such close quarters as this 1bd apartment.

“Did whoever-it-was tell you why we wanted to talk?”

"Ah, so they DID try to keep their yaps shut. Good. " A mmmfh, "PIper Water, Milk or... " She eyes the booze in the fridge, "Or chocolate milk"

“Nothing for me, thanks.”

Sylvi does settle in one of the more troll-appropriate chairs. "Well, kind of, but I'm not sure I got it clear. Something about figuring out who...um...what happened."

Siv takes a while while out of view, but is listening

(And likely pouring a few cans of beer etc into the sink)

A long sigh. “Well, I’m pretty sure you know how babies are made. It takes two to tango. I’m obviously one, and as for the other?” A bit of a helpless shrug. “I vaguely remember being with someone on Beltaine, but thought I had dreamt it or something. I was… I don’t want to say wasted, but definitely drunk out of my gourd. That Carson DeBuke fellow is the only one who caught a glimpse of who we guess was my partner, and he just said it was a troll guy he didn’t know. So that rules out any DeBukes. Dagmar really, really wants it to be Jonas, and fuck if I don’t too, but he’s the only guy we KNOW wasn’t there. Hell, if he had been, I’d not have been so pissy and drinking so much.”

An embarrassed look at this.

"So...um...he doesn't know yet," she checks.

“Can’t reach him. I mean, if anyone could, I bet it would be your dad, but he’s in the deep dreaming.”

Siv comes in with water for herself and Sylvi "Here you go."

"Thanks, Siv." She sips.

"Some talk that he was wearing a poet shirt I think? Whoever the father is"

"A poet shirt? Okay. So...um...how can I help?"

A bit of a wince at the “F” word.

“Well, you can like, talk to the balefire, can’t you? Maybe IT knows who was there and who wasn’t.”

"We thought maybe a whisper on it with your okay would help? We have hair from Jonas comb if it helps? Maybe something like 'When was the last time Jonas was here?" to make sure?"

"Oh. Huh." She considers it. "I mean, yes, I can talk with the balefire. I don't know if I'll be able to get a really clear image, though. And...oh, okay, so Dagmar does the Whisper part of it. That makes sense." She nods. "When do you want to do this?"

“I wish we could just drop it and look into who else was there. We know it wasn’t Jonas, no matter what Dagmar wants to think.” Piper sounds frustrated.

"I agree, but... well, I.. I had another thought and it's an unpleasant one"

Blink. “Siv? Tell me.”

"Maybe it's because I can shapeshift meself, but what if some rotten bastard took his form?"

Piper goes very still.

"Hey, now I... " Siv puts her drink down to put a comforting hand on her lover "Told you it was just a thought."

Sylvi frowns and listens.

Then she tilts her head to one side a bit. "Does Jonas often wear poet shirts?"

“He wears sailor shirts a lot, the kind that are kinda fluffy? But so do a lot of fae.”

"Aye, he knows I like him in them" Wistful