#debukefarmhold

Earl blinks and looks about the farm, so famliar to him

Symon may want to ensconce himself near Dagmar. The crowd here is gathered, and he doesn't know them all and it feels a bit thick

He slides easily into the comfort of her shadow.

Trolls mostly, but not just, a dozen or so... which is a good sized collection, carrying gear for rescue varying from formal professioanl grade to home configured

Dag is used to her shadow, and quietly looms to provide a sufficient lee for Mr. Lee.

"Okay, I think this is all we got" Clem's voice can be heard " wanna thank you for coming. Right of Rescue is a big deal for us all, that ain't news. Every now and then, ole mother nature goes angry crone, all the more with man ignoring a little thing called climate change. We've been lucky recently as hurricanes actually went down for a bit, but that rooster has come home to roost twice. Fiona..."

There are some snickers and "Damn Fiona"s

Dagmar can hear Symon mutter, "Good way to get Siv not to volunteer. If she was petty."

"Siv's not usually, though."

"Yeah. I would remember, though."

"Ahem, joke's wearing thin" The Chief decalres "AND now Ian have battered and slammed different areas. AS before we're going to keep helping. Priorities is Changelings, CHildlings first, Very elderly grumps, and then others... if you have to prioritize at all. Then Kinain. And frankly, that's it. I won't tell you NOT to help others, but that's how the plan goes. We got two teams going out. One to the still down and out Puerto Rico... the other to White Sands. Puerto Rico has less structural support in all senses but has had more time to recover. WHite Sands, well, it has more support or should but got whammed more recent"

"So, to my left, those wantihng to go to Puerto Rico, to the RIght, those going to White Sands" She gestures "If we end up with too many on one side I'll voluntell you until the numbers balance."

Symon nudges towards the FL side. "No abla espanol."

Dag nods, and heads that way.

"Other downside is, trods in Willows are only now re established and some not the same way. Fortunately we got a Rover to help out there. " She gestures to a troll they don't know. "And we got boats..shrunken down and ready to deploy for the flooded areas. Not ships...boats. Rover Garf, lead on to White Sands."

Garf? The poor bastard.. err Rover calls out "This way. Usual rules... stay on the silver" the numbers are kept even, and so about 8 go towards a trod that is opening in the corn fields

Symon follows behind Dagmar, checking that he has everything he meant to bring, and that Quetz is securely wrapped around his neck.

Dagmar does have her armor-gauntlet and Flyswatter, even if this is meant to be a rescue mission.

Better to be prepared.

Indeed, she is not the only one to have weapons. Chimerical nightmares often thrive in times of crisis and can get riled.

Onto the Silver they go... vanishing from the farm and into the the dreaming, and from there? to that strange land called... Florida

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