#ccsemberclub

CC is on the phone, "They what? No...well I never..." A giggle, "Thanks."

He bustles in "Oh, Dearest.... Dearest!" Chortling "Better than we -dreamed-..." Right up to her, pushing the phone aside for a moment to claim her lips solidly and long.

Then he puts the phone back in place and grins, waiting.

She returns the kiss surprised, then warmly, then smiles "I need to let you go... something is definitely coming up." A purr and she hangs the phone up

"I take it you have good news?"

Gleeful. "Topeka is a -shambles-." He confirms. "Oh Dearest, I'm told it looks like three fraternity parties threw up there. Hardly one stone left on another."

"That bad?"

PLEASED

"The plate was cleaned off at Firnost, too, but of course getting stories out of that is a little more complicated."

He nods, practically wiggling. "Toilet papered, repainted badly, torn up, run over, dug up, and ripped down."

"And oh, Dearest, the inhabitants....there were -mortals- present." He laughs.

CC breaks out int oa fit of giggles

"Sorry.." Snerk, "I apologize, I'm just trying to visualize 'the day after' here"

"The stablemistress, weaponsmaster, AND the Baron were all found post in flagrante delicto."

"In the stablemistress's case, with two of her assistant grooms... and possibly, one of her horses!!"

"Well , nice to see she hasn't any bias against hoofed folke"

Snerk

"Recall, one of the two grooms -is- a satyr." His eye gleams wickedly.

"It seems the weaponsmaster was found bloodied and wounded in the salle wearing only a codpiece."

"Yes, I doubt the nobles will be consider them tame any more"

"Not when they consider the scene in the main hall."

"Oh dear..." A pause, "DId you ... by chance, leave any brownies near rivervale?" Her eyes narrow

"Mortals laid out -everywhere.-" He takes her hands, bubbling. "From the description I think the hall was ground zero for the Gift. I understand it looked like an orgy....." He pauses, eye going wide. "No. I am not to play with the Rivervale trolls." He actually looks... innocent? It hurts the brain.

"Then, why was a guest sidhe there having the most obnoxious behavior? At least according to one satyr kinian in the area?"

Nonplussed. "Because Sidhe are obnoxious?"

"Sidhe that come to troll lodges at least have a bit more sense. I put some feelers out in the area because I thought a third eye might protect you one day... but apparently some sidhe who came in was acting out rageously. I couldn't pester for more details without making someone feel like she was my spy, but apparently she was boorish, demanding, and flirted with everything that moved. And she was expected. That means she was invited most likely."

He holds out his hands helplessly. "She sounds.... Sidhe. The Baroness is chained to one. It's hardly a surprise that they feel they have the right to come calling when they please, is it?"

"Something this odd about this." She says "But okay, whatever is going on..." Green eyes appraising, "You know nothing about it. Maybe i'm just paranoid."

He smirks. "Lingering aftereffects?"

Light poke in his belly for that comment, "ha." Then a kiss on the lips again, "Let's focus on the clear cut victory. Topeka got taken down a peg. "

"Mmmm." He kisses her back firmly. "It did. The baron woke wearing only some kind of donkey ears in his main hall amidst the orgy remains, in the arms of his satyr dance-master. The boggan I spoke to said it might have been that the Baron was the bottom." A hard grin, dangerous sparkle to his eye.

"And best of all?"

"Well, bottom, ass, same thing" Grin "Go on."

He guffaws his appreciation for her wit, then says with ill concealed delight. "They... .REMEMBER. Everything. Every last detail that isn't blotted out with alcohol. No Mists, no Dreaming... they recall every word, gesture, touch, and penetration. It's no longer a working Freehold; they can't work together, most of them can't bear to LOOK at each other."

"Oh my... Oh my Dearest.... How I would love to have worked with you, once. What fun we would have had...." Fondly.

"It is so wrong that it actually flatters me so much when you say things like that," wicked pleased smile, "I admit to little guilt"

He leans in and kisses her, slow, taking his time. "Why guilt?" he murmurs when he lets her go.

"SOME of those commoners may catch a bit of unfair blame or punishement... I think, for the saytrs at least, I'll drop hints of other places they can go.. I.." Her eyes widen between kisses, "Oh good lord, we could pinch some talent for the club."

He grins wide, wicked. "Why, Ms. Carolos. What a thing to think."

"You see what you've done to me?" Her wrist to her forehead, "I was an innocent unsullied ingenue, and then you came into my life and corrupted me into..."She breaks out laughing "Nope, couldn't get through it."

He joins her in chuckling. "Let the commoners there, all of them, know there is work here. Why not? Hell, if there are kinain in need, we could help them too."

"We have to be circumspect dear, otherwise some will suspect eventually that your wicked brother was behind it all. That mastermind will go down one day and I don't want you going down with him" A wink

"Dearest, who do you think effected all these delicious deliveries?" He lifts an eyebrow.

"The fiend"

A laugh

He grins. "Yes, indeed."

"Well, sir, you have just brought a stuck up hold to it's knees, brought loads of damage to it...and possibly fractured it for all time allowing your woman to pluck off some choice talent should she wish. What are you going to do next?" CC pulls him in, "the answer better not be Disneyland."

"You." He says darkly.

"You are my perfect compliment, Callidora. I love you. Be mine, now."

"Now and alwayss..." Come hither look in her eyes...as she locks the door to make sure no one can intrude.