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"Sounds good." Jessica nods. "And yes, as soon as possible, Tweak. Make it your own."

"Workin' on it. Uh, you gonna need a new bed fer our old room...that one comin' wit' Crawly an' me."

Snicker from Symond

"That's, um, that's fine."

A satisfied nod. "An' B, we gotta get this formal...What chica's status gonna be here wit' you? Me, you done had me part 'holder. She get th' same?"

Symond says "Just over the forge. I don't want nothing to do with ruling...furking headache administration"

Ignoring that she helped part rule the pit until recently

Jessica nods. "She has authority iver the Forge. Tweak, you keep the Co Op."

"There gonna be some overlap wit' th' Co-op. Ain' ever'body gonna uproot theyselves to move next town over. She gonna be guidin' thems what still local."

"Yeeah, think of it like... the Co-Op has branches"

"Yeah...an' right now, one of them branches sittin' unclaimed by her new holder...." Tweak juts her jaw back at the doors. "How long you gonna wait, chica?"

"GEEEZ... you old folks is impatient" She moves towards the double doors

Tweak watches her go, then looks up at Jessica. "She gonna give you grief. You gonna need it."

"I'm going to need -grief-?" Dubious.

"Course you is! How you think you get this far? Cuz me an' Crawly and such, we been keepin' you in line, bitch!"

A frown. "You think I'm going to stop listening to my people?"

A skeptical sneer. "B, you really think you be lis'nin'? How often somebody tell you you gotta take a break, or go get laid, or whatever, an' you jus' tell 'em you 'fine'?"

A slow purple. "Telling me a need a break... fine, sometimes I need that. The rest is my -private- life, Tweak."

"B, ain' no such thing no more. Not fer you, not fer me. Today, they done gone after me, an' they like to go after my man or my baby. Ain' no 'private' bout that. You th' land, an' th' land be you -- ain' that how it go? So if they needs th' land healthy, they fuckin' need you healthy...so get goddam healthy, in yer head and between th' legs an' all points in between, right?"

"Now...I gots a bed t' move, a baby what gonna get her own damn room what she likely to be screamin' her fool head off fer at first, an' a balefire what don't remember what she done come from an' need re-educatin'."

She picks up her box of belongings. "Been real, B. We talk soon."

Jessica blinks, sorting through all that.

"Yes. We will."

(Although Tweak may not be very familiar with the lady, Jessica sounds a lot like her mother just then.)

And Tweak, former mistress of the Fenix Forge, trundles off with her goods and her gears.

Jessica takes a deep breath, looks down the hall to the Forge. Too Soon? She needs to bond.....

And Jessica feel Fenix opening

Some alarm.... Opening? How? She wants to dash to the Balefire.....

They're being hacked! The firewall is down and.. oh wait.. no, that's just the nocker

Jessica is as conversant with computers as anyone her age would be .... but.... her panic notches up a bit as she tries to figure out WHAT'S GOING ON?!?!?!

Oh... Symond is just ...connecting with the Forge.

She exhales. Good.

A voice chimes "between th' legs an' all points in between, right?"

A blink, and she LOOKS.....

"I'm going to need -grief?"" Same voice

Looking around, she sees a Parrot Chimera

A soft groan.

How it got here, or where it came from she's not sure.

"Can I help you?"

The parrot tilts his head "Can I help you?"

A sigh. She moves on.

"I don't know why she seems so sad" Whistle.

Jessica would be tempted to ask, but it's a parrot chimera so.....

"She's the finest noble I've served, and I've served Countess Danya... if only she'd admit she was a noble mm"

That catches her attention..... reluctantly.

"between th' legs an' all points in between, right?"

A sigh and Jessica moves on.

Phobos approaches "There's this annoying chimerical parrot repeating things folks say. Permission to eat it?"

"Granted." She mutters, and heads to her room.

"Thanks. Good luck with the knight selection"