#dreaming

"If you ever figure out what happened between us, how we knew each ohter, let me know, it's driving me insane" the Eiluned says

The pooka narrows her eyes at the troll, then blinks "Geeze that hurts"

"Did one of you decide to go sampling the wares earlier?" Symon whispers, peering from behind his blue walls of Sylvi and Dagmar.

"Oh....uh...." Sylvi's smile goes away.

The Eshu, trell, comes forward "Your four" And the bag with just the four is set up

"Thanks, Trell."

"I hope the cookies workout for you folk."

"Oh it's a fantastic story... I can't wait till it's done so I can start telling it." Trell gives a genuine smile

"Thank you," to the Eshu. Then to Clodagh, "We probably aren't going to remember...or half-remember -- that we even met, once we're out of the Dreaming. Not sure that's a fair deal to you. Unless...." A pause, then a sigh. "Guys, can you excuse us for a little bit? We gotta talk..." She nods Clodagh to come aside with her from the rest of their parties.

Clodagh says "Ah, you'll have to.. ah guide me" A blush

Frown.

"Guide you? You...." Then the looks at the way the sidhe is holding the pooka's arm. "Wait...what happened to your eyes?"

The Nocker snorted "Everything's got a furking price. Stupid bitch decided she'd pay it for all of us"

"I'm your leader" She lifts her chin "And this mission was MY doing. Who else?" Then Clodagh says "I'm blind"

Sylvi's jaw drops. "Not permanently though, right?!"

"For fuck's sake, how can changing kith for a day be worth that?"

"Of course not perm.. I am not an idiot." Clodagh says "Just for awhile... someone has vision on loan."

A sigh of some relief. "Okay...okay, that I can understand."

"So...okay...here" She offers an arm to guide the sidhe. "Guys," she says to her own party, "we're just going to be over there for a bit. Probably like...15 minutes?" The implication of come interrupt if it takes longer.

And off they go, arm in arm.

Gerd looks to Symon "So.. cool ring "

"Did you find anything that caught your eye when you guys were out looking, before Dirk decided to try to feed himself to a T-rex?"

Dagmar shrugs. "Nothing worth, like, a chunk of soul. Not even anything that looks like a good gift."

"I still have that duster if you want it." A snicker up at Dagmar.

Zane says "Are you kidding? SO much stuff here. Check this out."

And he pulls out a deck of cards. Tarot cards

"I'll only charge you a crumb or two of your soul. Like... the bits in the bottom of the bag of soul chips."

"Soft touch" Gerd says

"Did the whetstone help at all, d'you think?" He asks Dagmar. "I wasn't sure. But you can have it if it wasn't a dud. Not like I have a use for a sword sharpener."

"all I know is that her weapon was sparking all over the place"

that from Dirk

"Uh, well, we can talk about the duster at home..."

"I think the whetstone helped? I dunno, I just know we have to bring Dirk home."

"And bonus, cookies."

Zane flips the tarot cards oout randomly.. but familar faces are on the cards. It's the folks of Rivervale... in rolls like Empress, Heriophant, Fool and more

"Dude... hey. Which one am I?"

"Dibs on the Hanged Man?"

He shows them "Cool huh?"

"Oh, that's Connor! How cute!"

"It is isn't it?" Zane says "See, more effective for me as it's taken the forms that make sense to me."

Dirk eyes the card with HIM on it and scowls "I don't even know what that means but it better be manly"

Shopping goes on, and there are things bought and sold all around.

"Behold.. Pet wigs! Coifs that are cuddly!"

Snort.

Antoher calls out "Everlasting Gobstoppers! YES those. May not work as well outside dreaming"

Dagmar has given up looking for herself - instead, she keeps an eye for pretties for Tove or Jaymes.

Dagmar walks by one musical instrument shop and sees a man playing a lute. A quick ditty. Good sound. Nothing great. Then he puts it down. Picks up another lute, but this time the FIRST lute rises up and plays along with him

"Magical lutes that play along with you while you play" The man explains

"Oh, that's cool..."

"ANd yours for a reasonable price" The man isn't kidding by the way, turns out with all those damn sound editors and such, less demand for it even among fae