#ccsemberclub

"It's a nuisance" Angela says "her resenments and preferences are like birds singing in the skull" clearly she means her departed host

"Aye," Brandy says "SOmeone tells me who to be, I'm liable to give them a fist full of Clurichaun" Dear lord, she emptied a whole bottle

"Miss CC, you'll be able to make some introductions, won't you? Other, local satyrs?"

OOC Sorry.

"Definitely" She says "We have quite a crowd, and satyrs need satyrs sometimes. Like I always say, always have a Trago" CC dimples virtously

and she said it that way on purpose, Emerson knows!

He smirks at her. "So wise." fondly... and yes, she knows he knows.

"I confess , as fond as I am of all of my crew" Daphne says looking them over "We will need our own outlets"

"I am abomonibly ignorant of goings on" Angela hisses "Intolerable"

"Surely we are all now free to scatter to the winds." Carola asks, or states?

He lifts an eyebrow, glances at Callidora. "Perhaps an introduction for Angela, as well, Mm?"

"My friends, as we discuss bringing out to the world, may I offer a warning?"

"Perhaps. There is Kitten" CC ponders

"What is it?" Ethan asks directly

"Mrrr?" Peering over as though called.

Brandy scowls, the drink making her surly but doesn't pick a fight yet

A nod to CC, then he continues "Among our own Fae society... if you were to reveal how you came to this place, at this time... awkward questions will arrise. Please, for your own sakes, consider some reasonable explaination that does not draw attention to a Sidhe treasure that they will most assuredly want back."

"Just as we will protect your secrets" CC nods

"Noted" Daphne mms then looks at the others "We will all agree to that. In our best interest to have a place , a haven, we can fall back to. Besides, THEY" meaning the nobles "have enough"

"I sure aint' gonna admit I stowed away in a damn urn" Ethan snorts

"I'll tell everyone everything I know. I always do, and it suits me well enough."

"Which reminds me, where can we wash? The stench of the ages and ages... clings!" She purrs towards Angela, "Or perhaps a dust bath?"

"You have a home, of course. The address will be in your mortal identification. And you are welcome here, should you need it. -When- you need it, more like."

"Mayhaps" The sluagh opines "I must go to angela's room and redecorate. A shower might wait" A delicate sniff

Carola lays a proprietary hand on the urn. "We have two homes, this one, certainly, we can also claim." Looking to Daphne.

Daphne says "She's asking for the urn"

"Arguably," CC says "The Urn was and is ours." Ignoring that it was stolen by Emerson "You were merely riding in it. " Amusement in her eyes "However, we might give up claim to it... but that will put you in further debt. Now, unseelie we might or might not all be, but wheth3er it's in your court or not, I don't think that would be unreasonble" A look to Emerson

"My concern is that it will draw unwarned attention to you. Each of you already has some piece of the Dreaming that is connected to you, that traveled with you over time and space. To keep this urn would add a target to your back."

"Ah, ah, ah, for we stole the treasure from the sidhe? Ours was the peril, and reward, and the ride, still booked, as it were, to the Verbeck name."

"What if we find that this world is not to our taste? I might wish to nap again, and try in a century or twa."

"Emerson is right, maybe it's best we keep it in haven secure here in the hold for now. If plans change for you, we can renegotiate it"

Her ears flatten back a little, disliking this.

She looks to her compatriots for solidarity.

"Up to you, of course. You might wish to see your house before you make a decision."

Perhaps to her surprise it is Brandy who says, though she is a bit drunk ,who snorts "We've had enough of what's ours taken"

"I'm with the pooka on this" She adds

"Up to me, how lovely! I love the sound of those words." She holds onto the Urn, and glances back at Brandy - at first pleased, and then, a sniff.

"I have a name, you know."

"Oh right," Brandy says "Corola .. sounds like a spanish smut name you poor thing"

Her hair poofs out a bit! "I have been called Calico, Meone, Cruibne, and Breon, Puss, Cait, and Gybbe, Malkin of many colors, Kitten, Scat, 'Stopthief', and more. Call me what you may, but know I will not come when called, lest I wish it so. - but do not call me 'the pooka', it sounds tawdry, or proprietary."

" I think it's closer to Dutch" CC considers

"And thus, thus, from "Brandy!"" Her tail lashes a bit, and she sounds amused at this!

"Brandy tastes great at least" Her once aunt waves the empty bottle

"Calico, Brandy, this isn't helpful" Daphne tuts

THen she says "I think our dear Corola Calicoa whatever she will grow to take has her mind set. If it starts to draw too much attention we'll ask you hold it for us. BUT, I agree we should see our house first"

She moves over to stand by Daphne, purring, holding the urn, and lets her tail twist and twine familiarly around the Satyr. "So speaketh the Matriarch, we are legion."

Daphne smiles at that

Angela does not look so convinced "We risk angering our only allies"

CC holds up her hands "Emerson said it was your choice; so go see your house, and come back for the urn at your leaisure"

"If it is our choice, mrrrr, I will take my leisure now, and look at the house as well!"

"Oh, will there be windows with sun in them?"