#debukefarmhold

"Well, sure, remember I spent a good time getting in touch with other troll lodges of all sorts. I don't know if any of em have diplomatic types, but I bet with the spring energies from Skallstryke they're feeling almost overpopulated. Some might find heading south dandy"

Jessica rubs her cheek, thinking. "Doesn't have to be just trolls, Clem."

"In that case, I even know some other options beyond that" A smile blooms "How do you feel about Scathach?"

"I don't really know any."

"I do," She says "THey're some of the few sidhe we trust kinda... you want me to take you to them? Or just want contact info?"

A moment of thought. "I think.... perhaps a direct introduction would be best?"

"Sure." She says "We'lll take Mara's car."

Jessica nods, ready.

"I am working on making it trod friendly... combustion does some weird-ass funky shit in the dreaming..."

"...I might try steam..."

"It'll come to you," She holds out her hand "Keys?"

"...Uh, you want to drive?"

"Oh, did you want to come along to the Scathach locale? " perhaps surprised, perhaps teasing? hard to read that face

"Well, if you aren't taking your pick-up..."

"Your car is faster." She admits

GRIN.

"Fine, come on, Jessica. You want anything before we start? Cigarette? Blindfold." Clearly Mara will be driving after all

"Stiff drink?" She sighs. "Lead on."

the once Chevy Nova is clearly beyond other novas, it is now ... a Super Nova!

A loud one! It growls like a small dragon!

"This is going to be cramped...."

Jessica observes the little car with resigned dismay.

"Not so much, just ..well, you'll see, seat leans real far back"

That is - Jessica is nearly sitting in the trunk.

Clem gets in a back seat, "One time I offered to Elder form it into a mini van... she did not like that idea"

"A minivan! Feh!"

Jessica crawls in.

Clem sighs and gets as comfy as she can.

which means she's either going to elder form her self or just curl into a C shaped troll for a bit. Jessica, well, she may find her head in the near trunk but she will be laying down comfy

A long suffering sigh.

"Now, I have this idea for a troll-trod-trawler... like a train, sort of, but lays and retrieves its own track as it goes..."

"You make it sound like a cattle car on a train" Clem observes

"No, noooooo..."

"There will be benches!"

"Well, that's something.. " ANd Clem gives directions to drive

"Mooo....." Quietly from the backseat.

Perhaps years of Tweak have helped... but Mara DOES like to go ast.

...and there's a "STATIE ALERT! STATIE ALERT!"

....docile as a lamb for the next five miles before flooring it again.

Despite the feeling of being beef purloined, and the fuzz buster from hell, the car is FAST and they make it to their destination a lot aster than they would in Clem's truck.

The bar is not a freehold, but it has chimerical marks about it, and if one is interested in motorcycles of all sorts, well, it seems popular with the drivers of such.

"This is the place," Clem says

"Oh, man, wouldja lookit that one..."

One motorcycle has a chimera overlay of a horse made out chrome.

Another just pulses with lightning trails.

The nocker gravitates towards that one...

"Don't touch another Changeling's bike, Mara" Clem says as she pries herself out of the car and C shape, and then goes to the other side to help Jessica

"Just lookin'!"

"We look with our eyes, not our hands" Clem says reflexively. Yes, she can be a bit of a bossybritches and she opens the door to the bar.

Jessica crawls out, stretches with a groan, and follows Clem in.