#darkgatefortress

(Right after Samhain)

Samhain's mists lift and Sylvi stirs...

She blinks blearily, trying figure out where....?

She's in a bed... that better be Colton 's back. Because she's nekkid

A glance to the corner. What looks to be left of clothing, and not much... and.. oh god. Are those twenties and fifties in the pile?

Can't be....did I...? Then a little sigh. I probably did.

She bites her lip and looks at...Colton's?...back. Whatever I did, I hope he doesn't remember either. Taking a deep breath, she reaches out to touch his shoulder.

Vague memories.. flashes.. she danced. She also remembers strong arms grabbing her off the 'stage' one of those arms not flesh. Thank god!

A rueful grin. Yeah, I probably went WAY too far... But even so, there's enough of her unseelieness lingering that she's a little proud of how she might have stirred them enough that she made him jealous...or made him think she needed rescuing.

Colton stirs, turns over to face her, "Well, good morning Synful " a brow of.. he's not upsset but very troll stoic face

A blink, and then a flinch. "Oh. Um." She blushes. "Morning."

She tries to dredge up any other memories about what he might have gotten up to.

Brief flash of a ..position they never tried before.Did she like it? Gah she's not sure she remembers enough to decide

"If you're asking what happened that night, you insisted on lightening the mood for the crew.. I don't think they'll remember itw as you that danced per se"

"That was...something...." A bit of a wry grin. "And yeah, we better hope they don't. Looks like I hauled in some cash, though...." She gestures to the pile of money.

Now that she looks, oh thank goodness, there's a MASK in the pile of clothes

Definitely a sigh of relief. "And yet again, masks to the rescue." She lies back on the pillows again and grins over at him. "You okay?"

"I remember enough to know I was alarmed, proud, turned on, protective, turned on again.. and I think I hauled you 'to safety' like the lead canibal taking the leg off a dinner all for himself" He kisses her, "But I remember you enjoyed it. And ... I remember you ah.. making sure I enjoyed things. So.. can't complain can I?"

"Yeah, I definitely remember the being-hauled part. And...a little bit of what happened after...." She smiles and stretches out, feeling where her muscles got lots of exercise from dancing and...other activities. "I think that Samhain was not awful."

"You were fantastic" He strokes her hair.

"Ah, are you the one who stole the statue of Symon?"

"Thank you," she beams at him, then blinks. "The, ah, what?"

"We had this statue of Symon from the darkgate . it got stolen"

"Oh. Um...no?" She looks around the room. "I don't think so?" Of course, if the statue is hidden under her discarded clothes....

It appears not

She frowns. "Wait...how do you know it was stolen? Have you been up already?"

"I got a text" He grunts "team work. Hearth and crew gives me the report"

"Oh." Then she sighs. "I guess that means we have to get up, if they're already sending you texts."

"Yeah. I have to double check the gate, the walls, make sure weapons are accounted for, and we have at least minimum patrols" A sigh "i'm sorry. I'm a good Storm, but not always the best boyfriend"

She props herself up on one arm to look at him. "You..." she leans to give him a kiss "...are a fantastic Storm..." another kiss "...and just as good a boyfriend." The third kiss closes the sentence with emphasis.

"But.. "mmm "I could..." Mmmm then "I guess I'm all right"

She smiles. "Very all right." Then more seriously. "I know I don't always feel like the best girlfriend. Like...I'm away here and there and doing stuff, not always around. But..." her fingers play lightly on his chest "...I think that works for us...?" A hopeful note at the end.

"You're perfect" he says, a hand tracing her side "Rivervale needs you, and you have your own life but you always take time"

A soft grin. "Then...I think we're okay." Another kiss, this one lingering a bit....then she pulls away with a groan. "We better get up. You've got work, and I'm tempted to distract you for some fun I can remember better."

"Oooh yeah, if you start on that I won't be able to say no" A confession "So much for troll willpower there."

"Hey, you're already starting on that just lying there, as far as I'm concerned. Go!" She shoves his shoulder. "Before I jump you."

"Is that a serious threat?"" He calls back as he's shoved to showers

"I'm saying you have a duty, so you don't get to find out," she calls after him. She's really tempted to follow him in there, but that would be counterproductive. Fun, but counterproductive.

Instead, she starts gathering up here things...including the money, which she can't resist counting.

Geezoh pete... mostly in 20s and 50s, a few hundreds... there's like $445 bucks here. And this crowd isn't wealthy

She stares at it. Wow. Wow, wow, wow.

After a few minutes, she wraps herself in...well, something, a robe, a sheet...before he comes out of the shower, and tries to locate the change of clothes that she hopes she brought with her.

She has no extra clothes? Oh god. Well, she's got a robe but...

"Hi, need a change of clothes? " The Mountain of the lodge, calling herself Wildheart, says . One of the few women here, a troll. They've met by Wildheart normally keeps to herself

Sylvi startles, not having expected somebody to be just outside the door when she peeked out.

"Oh, um...yes?" She grins sheepishly. "I did pack some, but apparently they didn't get here with me."

"Or one of these deliquents is playing a joke on you" She says "I have some spare clothes . I'll set you up."

"Thanks. Um..." She glances back at the sound of the shower still going, then lowers her voice. "Mountain Wildheart, what's one thing that this hold could use more of? Like, supplies or something?"

"Interesting. We get food from DeBuke farms. We have manpower but could always use more I guess. Or womanpower, lord knows there's a shortage. Weapons we have plenty of." She ponders "Wudlig grumbles that we're very primative internet wise"

"Okay...that last one, internet...hang on a second." She vanishes from the doorway, then returns to hand Wildheart a stack of money. "I'm giving you this to give to Wudlig to put into upgrading the internet here. Don't tell anybody who it came from, okay? It's an anonymous donation. I'll let Colton know, you don't have to worry about that, but beyond us three and maybe the Chief? Please keep it anonymous."