#ccsemberclub

"I'm sure we'll work something out." he murmurs back.

"Wait a minute, to make use of this, we still have to pretend to be a happy Family" Ethan snorts

"Were they happy?" Angela says "I think my host wasn't"

"NEver the less" Daphne looks up from admiring some jewelry she's sporting "We need to keep up the pretense"

"There I agree with you. I suspect that, like all families, there were issues within but I did take pains to provide as easy a path as possible."

He chuckles "Your new home should provide you more space and privacy than your old one." he refers to the urn.

"The Escheat , we must tell you of that" CC says "Particularly righnt of ignorance"

Brandy actually laughs at the joke about the urn "Damned straght"

Carola has moved to the urn and is peering inside. A paw- er, hand reaches in to fish about.

"Do any of your remember the Escheat? Rules to live by, as it were?"

Corala feels something at the base of it, perhaps something familiar

"I'm afraid I don't..." Brandy says "Important?"

Her eyes brighten, and something is palmed and secreted away. A SMUG look on the feline one.

CC goes over the Escheat, with patience, and makes it entertaining. Why it's almost like a montage when what should take a lot of time instead is done quickly with total retention

Stodgepole provides interpretive dance to help explain and clarify the subject. ((JOKE!))

It's amazing stuff, well worth paying attention to

Carola has found her phone!

Rules and clarification, ah, interpretive dance? is not as intriguing as this MYSTICAL DEVICE OF WONDERS

SO many memories her host had of this phone thing. Her friend, who really has a good body , shame she they don't have a spare pooka in this urn. And her boyfriend. wait? She has a boyfriend ?

Her tail bristles out in sudden surprise. A mortal DARES?

Well... she checks for pictures.

Fit, athelete in training, thus approved by her mom. well, the OTHER Corala's mother. But memories of warnings from her parents, and her aunt pushing her to focus on her training rather than romance linger... mm

Now she bristles at being told what to do. Admiring the man even more at being told away from him...

She slides over to CC, interrupting, perhaps, and shows her the phone, with the picture. "Him, this one. Where will I find him?"

CC arches a brow "That's a cell phone, it invades your privacy, or can" She takes the phoine and..installs some privacy options, not that those are perfect, then looks over "Mm cute. Fit."

"How cute?" Daphne asks

CC smirks but instead answers the pooka "THink of this as a magic messanger" She shows "You type in words here and they carry to his device, and he can respond. It's called Texting. You can also call and your voice is carried isntantly, but that's rarer among your generation. I'm not sure where he lives"

"I can find out." the boggan offers.

"Emerson is amazing at that sort of thing" CC says proudly

Carola finds herself feeling a little jealous and proprietary over the mortal - the green eyed monster! Then again, her eyes ARE literally green, and cat slitted to boot!

"Happy to help."

She plucks the phone back and turns it so that Daphne cannot observe, showing the boggan gent.

"He is in many of the captured images. This mortal must be very important."

CC Leaves Emerson to help the pooka, talking quietly to the sluagh for a moment

It shouldn't take long for him to show her how to contact him, how to 'refresh her memory' on their past mutual history, and make a few suggestions (if welcomed) based on that text and call history as to next steps.

Emerson also gets a good feel for how Corala 'feels' for her fellow arrivals, though it maybe muddled by host body experencies

(Well, depending on Social dynamics rolls 🙂 )

OOC What's the role for that again?

(Perception plus either Empathy or Subterfugue.)

/roll 9

OOC Eh. I'll take it!

Emerson can feel the familial ties are at odds a bit with the motley... but he'd have to guess that Daphne is the ringleader and most begrudgingly see her that way. Some do resent the plan to get to Arcadia failed, but on the other hand she has managed to indirectly help them survive. Daphne sees them as useful, but the family bit confuses her.

As she waits to receive the delightful little magical tablet back, she watches her companions, a subtle observation. Emerson can tell there is some mixture of emotion there. Thrown together out of necessity, but some genuine fondness there. A little rankling at the Satyr, perhaps the figure of authority - what cat likes to be told what to do?

Ethan is a brute, but it's possible he overplays it. Willing to let others do the 'thinking' while he hides his true motives. He enjoys being a brute mind you.

Some confusion as she eyes Ethan. A bruiser in the body of an athlete, some admiration of his power mixed with trepidation, not quite fear, but proper wariness. Fondness at a distance, perhaps, the cat that playfully teases the pit bull... from out of reach.

The 'father' aspect is unnerving.

"My friends, let's not worry overmuch, at this point, about the mortal side of your relationships." he suggests "All of that can be worked out."

Angela tries to be hard to read, but he knows sluagh well. She hangs back, trying to be a loner, acting as if she is not tethered at all but the truth is she is not brave enough to leave them even if she wanted to. There is some mix of respect and annoyance with the Clurichaun of all folks. And she appreciates the keen mind of the satyress even if she finds her a bit vulgar.

"Indeed, as well to do, you'll be able to choose osme of your public activities" CC nods