#fenixtj

Jessica has discovered something she's not sure what to do with...

free time.

Dross is flowing in.

More refugees are slipping out safely.

the pitt is thriving

And Fenix is shining!

Nunehi attacks are non existent

The Nunnehi, however standoffish, are at least not attacking.....

"Honestly," Mitra says "There is absolutely nothing on the docket today. Not even a 'he looked at my dreamer funny' accusations"

"Ok. I guess.... I guess I'll go on patrol."

"Taking someone with you or trusting in the safety of the lull? The gangs have whittled each other down a lot. so even that's safer."

"Alejandro, maybe."

"Well, the boy's not bad in a fight... and become quite the schoalar as well.. i'll send for him" she says

Alejandro shows up, chain shirt, short blade. He bows. He's gotten taller. Odd that.

Jessica offers him a nod and smile. "Up for a patrol?"

"Si, Freeholder. How are yoU? I feel as if I haven't talked to you in some time." Alejandro says as they head out

"It has been busy." She agrees. "I am well, and Renaissance is thriving, it seems."

"Yes, things will be on the move soon" Alejandro observes.

"On the move?"

"Wars start when spring brings pleasant days" He says simply, "When things are uncertain, plans and schemes stay in their eggs ... now that the storms seem done, they'll hatch. Twas ever thus"

Jessica thinks about this for a few steps. "Darn." She says with a sigh.

A bit of a smile from the boy at that "Maybe the worst of it isn't your problem? There are two other baronies yo uknow?"

"Still. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best."

"Always wise. " He moves on with her. The patrols in Fenix by day are relatively safer... avoid the alleyways and so on. It is the point where the local fae have gone out again. Jessica waves to boggans on porches, Nockers selling their wares. Pooka out and about causing light mischief. She knows them, and they know her. And while she does not always considered it too often- Most brighten to see her. She has earned their trust and in some cases affection.

Unsafe conditions, Dreamers, Dross, Banality... she keeps a watchful eye out for all.

Banality is always a danger, this is not a city with hope so much as proud endurance and sly ambition but Jessica fills that void, assuring those down that they a re always welcome at Fenix and giving them a bit of hope after all. She's not... eloquent, but she is sincere, and that does much. Dreamers have become something of a communal property thanks to Liam influences, and her own hard rules against ravaging. She's glad to see she's not the only one looking out for them.

She will point out pertinent info to Alejandro as they walk.

Alejandro nods and listens, and is mannerly to all.

And then they see it...refugees, but not from other parts of Mexico, or nations south of Mexico... and not at the border to El Norte... no staggering in come roughly 8 kithain and kinain.... who have not come far at all.

Jessica approaches them, wary but not unkind.

A female troll, with unseelie features gets her hackles up, but then calms as she notices her kith sister is merely on guard and not attacking. What is it with the growing number of greenish trolls among the unseelie? Hard to tell them from Thallian sometimes. A sluagh grump holds a pale woman's hands. She is kninan not kithain, but is enchanted. A surly looking clurichaun woman looks ready to fight as well but when the troll with them easies up so does she. Her younger brother is human, a kinian, and trying to calm her. A boggan looks miserable... it would appear he once wore fine voile but it has been torn off him. A pooka childling, age six tops, sleeps on his shoulders. Unlucky number eight is a nocker man of such venerable age he is in a wheel chair and with an oxygen mask. If it were not for the steampunk attachments he'd be much slower.

Jessica offers a welcoming nod. "Hello. Do you need assistance?"

"Haven. Help. Yes" The ogress troll says "You are the flame free?"

"I am." A little nonplussed at being identified.

"Summerstrike says we're your problem now" She says then spits on the ground "May his hopes be undone."

a muttered whisper nod from the male sluagh. The boggan lowers his head ashamed by this whole ordeal but does not wake the fellow. The Clurichaun woman says "Bastard twice that one"

Another sigh. "Well. Yes. Come with me...." she leads them toward Fenix.

Alejandro whispers to Jessica "How are we to provide for such an influx? "

"Maybe the Pit."

Mutter mumble from the male sluagh

"I hear the pitt's good" The she troll says to the sluagh "For fighters anyway. It's a hold. If it has room, we move in. Theyv'e got to take us for three days at least."

Mutter mumble maybe

"I.. oh" the boggan says "This childling ... she's trouble she is but she should have to fight for a living"

"Come to Fenix first, with me. Well get you healed and supplied and after that I will introduce you to the Pit." Jessica offers.

"Sure. Name's Monstra by the way" She says "I don't lead these people, exactly, but I'm guarding them until they get some place warm. Which some of the idiots think is the same thing" A shrug in a 'what can you do' way. " Almost all of us are unseelie, cept the boggan there there... little shit's kith never could keep its mouth shut when someone was in trouble. Now he's lost his job.. maybe he'll kiss YOUR ass."

"No one has to kiss anything." She takes them to Fenix, Alejandro guarding the rear.

The boggan simply says "Thank you"

"You are welcome." Gravely. "Is anyone injured?"

"A scrape or two" Monstra tells her. "We'll be fine. "// They pile into the Fenix hold, and Deigo blinks "You know, when I tell you inventory is looking good. You don't have to take it as a challenge. " Despite his jibe, he also makes sure food is being prepared by Rosa Maria and the staff