#odyssey

Feeling much rested, Dagmar and Symon both wake up... and head downstairs.

She is rubbing sleepily at her eyes as she goes to the gloves. "Hey - um, coffee?"

Firnost appears empty, but as Dagmar asks for Coffee, the Juke box plays the Folder's jingle

And the gloves prepare the coffee for her, motioning over options of cream or sugar

Symon slinks out of the kitchen. He is rested, but still feels a little off - this wasn't his bed, comfortably dank and dark. Pleasant enough accommodations though. He has a cup of tea and a moldy scone, and pushes a basket of fresher ones over towards Dagmar.

"Not sure who keeps this place stocked, but there's food and stuff in the fridge. I left a couple bucks on the counter."

As Symon enters into view, 'Behind Blue eyes' begins to play

He listens to the lyrics for a few moments, then rolls his eyes.

Cream AND sugar, yes. She's still a youngish wilder.

"Sleep helped, I think."

He nods, discretely working at his breakfast. "Did you still want to stop by home first? Or are we good to go on to this Agengard court?"

"I called home, so I feel better."

"You talk to AnneMarie?"

He nods. "I didn't tell her about... you know, the details. But I think I'd better pick something up at the knick nack shop, she asked if I sent a post card from 'Funland' and I almost swallowed my tongue."

"Oof. Yeah."

"Did you find anything useful in the weapons locker? In case you need something to whack-a-mortal with."

"Oh, right. I was gonna check."

"Don't want a repeat of the other day."

The weapons closet has mostly, well, peoples private property. The supply closet howeer, has a wrench, a bit of lead pipe, and a baseball bat gathering dust

She claims the bat.

A knobbly black cane that is thick with dust that once belonged to a sluagh matron... what looks like a curtain rod with a butcher knife tied to the end that could be wielded by a short yet scrappy fighter.... strange accoutrement from folk long gone by.

Symon looks over the room. "I bet these walls know all kinds of stories. And not just the ones that ended upstairs." He nods as she picks the bat.

She holds up the curtain rod and raises an eyebrow. "Weird stories."

He looks around to see if anything else may catch HIS eye as useful...

But if not, is ready to move on.

Mmm... what's this? in the kitchen, Symon might find, behind the slaugh dishes... a couple of vials labeled 'do not ingest'

Interesting. He pockets those for further investigation, then rejoins Dagmar. "Onward to New Agengard, then." Assuming they know they way...

"It apparently involves a toilet..." Nose wrinkle.

It so totally does

This amuses Symon. "Did you know that rats coming out of toilets isn't just an urban myth? They can hold their breath and come up through the pipes."

"Probably not here, but like, in New York..."

"Oh shit. Even if it's not real, if there's urban legend, then there's gonna be chimera..."

Indeed. Fear of creatures sliding through the sewers of New York while you're on the john has even led to that most feared of Nightmares.. the Analgator

but that is ..another story

Thank goodness. "So we just stand here, and flush, I think. Harry Potter stole it from us, I bet."

"I think so. This is an old hold."

He reaches to hook a hand around one of Dagmar's backpack straps, holding, and then tries the flush!

Dagmar holds her breath!

And flush they go to New Agengard!

Vali once described New Agengard Decor "Imagine a place build in the style of a chess set...but everyone insists on playing black? I'm kidding.. they have silver"

Symon tries to look polite as they approach. To Dagmar, "Do we have to, like, announce ourselves? Or can we just sneak off to Koreatown?"

"Um. Vali said be polite."

"So being polite probably means announcing?"

sigh, and nod.

"Unless it's more polite to not bother her." He points out, wondering if they've been noticed yet.

"There's that."

"So, like, we walk but don't sneak?"

He nods, and tries to walk normally. It's good practice. He has to try NOT to slink.

Dagmar tends towards a tromp, but then, she's around a yard taller than Symon in her fae mien.

That helps - he can't slink if he's practically trotting to keep up.

"Greetings, and welcome to New Agengard" the young wilder woman says . Adelaide is a sidhe of burette beauty, "Thane Mord told me we had guests"