#bergen_county

In an event that is completely non-contrived and should not be seen by any boggans as a sign of social dynamics, Cairrean gets a chili dog spilled on her front and goes to find a bathroom to clean up in and try to treat the stain before it sets.

Dagmar sees Symon lurking in a corner, alone at the moment.

"Hey, guys? Give me a sec?"

"Sure" May nods

"You got it, Amiga" Lupe nods

Sam nods, and strides towards the slouching sluagh.

Symon notices Dagmar heading his way, and straightens from where he was leaning/glaring to keep others (probably nosy pooka) from thinking he wants to chat. A finger wiggle until she is close enough to hear his whisper. "Hey. Things fixed up with the team?" A glance over towards Lupe and May still chatting.

"Doing better, yeah."

"Might not deserve her easy forgiveness, but I got it."

He glances up at her, considers the futility of arguing that point, and simply nods. "That's good. What about Dayana? She might swoop back in come Fall semester. No one is gonna want to give up a golden goose."

A sigh and a nod.

"Gonna have to find some kind of protector for May."

"And with Ignorance, it's not like I can just tell her what happened."

"Having you as her support will go a long way. But we can't rule out that this Dayana might not double-down and make May hers again, if she's not susceptible as she was last semester." He considers. "Maybe a trip over there."

"Maybe a trip, and maybe... a guardian?"

"Has she made any friends in the area yet?" Leaning comfortably against the wall now, no longer as guarded, and watching May curiously. instead of scanning the grounds around.

"No."

"Though I get that. Making new friends is hard. But it sounds like even I did better than her."

"Maybe we scout some out. Potentials. She's still your dreamer, your friend, but you know... she has dreams enough to share. I'm sure any number of less shitty fae would be glad to meet her and help keep an eye on her. And..." He grimaces a bit. "Once you get one friend, even if it's like "my mom told me to play with you" kid stuff... others come more easily."

Perhaps privately bemoaning the loss of the days when he could spend time aaaaaaall alone, before Dagmar intruded on the sad sluagh nerd's life.

"They do."

"Before you and Sylvi, I didn't have friends."

A glance over at her. "The closest thing I had was Dirk, and he was a bully. But at least he spent time around me, even if it was to fuck with my stuff."

A soft huff of laughter, remembering... "Remember the look on his face when Sylvi backed him down? I don't think he'd ever been told what to do and made to listen before." Recalling their first meeting at a mall, years ago.

"Dirk's gotten better."

A soft chuff.

"Maybe this Dayana can be redirected. The horror script? It was good." Before Dagmar can make a face, "Not right for May, but it was still good work. But she should find a dreamer who wants those paths. Might be better than just a threat, which can be hollow once we're too far away to follow through."

"And fuck, I'd rather see a redcap musing than ravaging."

"...if May had been ravaged..."

"Then this ravager would never be found except in maybe tiny pieces scattered across the county."

"Or better... is she in that goddamn clown count's territory?"

"Uh - Jude? I don't know."

"Well, right sort of area. Can't stand that guy, but if he cracks down on ravagers in the county, then hey, at least he's not completely a tool."

"True enough. Though I dunno about all he does, even then."

"He also tolerates that clown."

A scowl. "Anyways. Scout mission?"

"We could?"

"Find the cap, but also - I dunno, I would like to find a kithmate out there."

"I am not saying a different kith wouldn't work, but I know how trolls feel about giving their word, and protecting folk."

"If you want me along. I'm not that great at social networking. Maybe... Lucia, or isn't that Piper's old home grounds?"

"It is Piper's old grounds. But there's some... hard times there."

"But you are good at noticing things I don't, and you're a good judge of character even if you aren't outgoing."

A barely audible grunt. "Yeah, I guess if you want to avoid ravagers, you don't want her old friends." Cruel, perhaps, but not.. wrong?

"Right?"

"I'm in if you want me there. I mean, practically my idea after all. Do you think she'd be into some sort of gaming group? I bet a dreamer/writer like her might make a badass DM."

"Oh, point."

"She might like larping, too."

Symon tries to avoid an eye roll.

"What? She might!"

"I don't think it's for me, but May? She'd get to dress up."