#ccsemberclub

"Well, your lady might at least want you to make a show of it," Emmit says "There any other bells and whistles you want put on it?"

"What have you found works? In your experience?"

"Chicanery is one of my strongest abilities... my suggestion would not just be illusions, but a low level magic that boosted feelings of 'pity' or distaste, depending on the nature of the incoming noble, to discourage them from crowing out folks. "

"A multi-pronged approach? Illusions, emotional influence and.....?" a thinking pause.

".... some mild but lingering curse or physical ailment? Not fatal but......?"

"Mmm that can invite more interest than you might like" Emmit warns "It can be done, sure. Hell, I could put a curse of impotence over the room that only affected sidhe... I've done it before. Wore off after 12 hours away from the spot, but I can tell you it can make you some enemies"

"Hmmph." he reluctantly releases the idea, like letting a favorite plush animal go "Perhaps some direction, then? If not the Club, a push to go to a specific other location?"

"Could pump them towards Firnost? That place seems to draw them like flies on shi.." He looks over at CC "Pardon, language almost slipped"

CC gives a laugh "I get your meaning, sir"

Emerson rubs his chin, considering. "That.... could work. I suppose."

"And shouldn't make enemies even if on a rare chance it's figured out" he nods

Emerson looks at Callidora for her thoughts.

She seems lost in amused thought, then "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm still pondering that impotence on an area bit. Gives me a great pranksgiving idea."

Emerson chuckles, completely secure.

A deep chuckle from Emmit

CC goes on "I like the 'nudge to Firnost' idea. Suits. ANd that place IS huge. "

"Illusion, Repulsion, Direction...."

"Power of three" he says

"Agreed, Dearest?"

"Agreed" She nods "And, I'll be happy to help. I'm no slouch at Chicanery myself if you don't mind a back up?"

"You're both welcome to put your own glamour in the working, a bit. Would probably help attune it to the hold faster" Emmit nods

"I am entirely at your service." he toasts them.

"Excellent" He says "Now, you wouldn't happen to have a bit more scotch for this glass?" He asks hopefully

"Absolutely!" and he patters off to get another round.

Soon, another round is prepared, and Emmit says "Now, CC , how's it feel to be singing again? "

"Heavenly. I worried I'd be rusty but I got back into it quick as you like" She smiles

"And we like, yes indeed."

"Flatterers the both of you" she smiles "Do you sing, Emmit?"

"Only as punishment for the unruly" A wink "I was a real fan of late sixties early 70s rock and roll, early prog rock, so on. But I only sing when the mood strikes me and usually alone. If I have a victim.. pardon me, audiance, they tend to look for an exit"

"Ah. A moment. Let me just check on something in the kitchen, you two talk." he bustles off.

And they do. He enters the kitchen.