#rescuemiriam

"Can't... can't see... so you can go back to normal? How do I do..."

"Dagmar." With more certainty. It feels right, somehow. "Dagmar Hammerstrike."

"Good...but don't forget that you're still Sam, too. This is your new normal. Get used to it. It'll take a while. But...okay, come here." She points towards the mirrors on the wall. "What do you see?"

"And this.. this is mine..." Distracted, turning the halberd in her hands to examine it.

"Oh, hell yeah, that's yours." Sylvi's clearly impressed by the weapon.

"Feels familiar, doesn't it?"

She stoops slightly to get a look. "I look like... you know, Warcraft? Am I.. are we... monsters? You said trolls..."

"It does, yeah." She rolls her fingers, resettling her grip. "It's really Samantha. Don't much like that name."

"If you look the right way, you can see Sam in there, too, but don't try to do that too hard. And yeah, the word 'troll' gets a pretty bad rap. I mean, really we're Giants, but my household prefers the word 'troll.' Or 'ogre'...depending."

"Samantha's an okay name...but Dagmar suits this side of you better, yeah."

"Ogre." A grunt. Sylvi might notice she is dark-hued for a troll...

"Dagmar sounds like something out of Thor."

"...I like it though."

She gives her another look. "Huh. Okay. You have totally got to meet my dad."

"Why?" Again, wary.

"He's a lot like you. So...you and I are ditching school today. I'm going to call my mom and explain, and she'll come pick us up. Don't worry, she's one of us, too." Sylvi fishes her cellphone out of her backpack...weird how small the phone is in her hands when the glamour is flowing this strongly.

"He's a... troll.. too?" She looks from Sylvi's hands to her own, quietly marvelling as she flexes them.

"Mom? Yes, I know, I should be in first period, but...no, I'm okay, but listen...I've got a new true-blue friend at school. Yeah. No, it happened just now. No, I mean it happened just now. Yes. Right. Okay, we'll be waiting out front."

She hangs up. "Both my folks. Plus everybody where I live...which includes a bunch more people than usual right now, but that's okay, you'll fit right in."

She straightens, and a little grin cracks lopsided across her face as she places her palm against the ceiling.

"Careful, don't break stuff. It's too easy to do, and then they make you pay for it later." A wry grin as she puts her phone away. "So listen, you really need to come with me to get the whole story. I can't make you come...but you are just spraying glamour all over the place right now, and you're going to get attacked by something again if we don't get you to the Lodge."

A gentle push, and cracks spiderweb out from her hand. White dust showers to the ground, and she pulls her hand back in surprise. "More? How many? I feel... " She looks at the dented plaster. "Strong?"

A wince as the dust falls from the ceiling. "Like I said."

"Sorry."

She looks reluctant. "How do I turn back?"

A shrug. "You stopped. It's okay. "

"Well...you don't, not exactly. And you don't want to try right now. But most people can't see what you and I see. So you've got to....pretend like you're wearing your Sam costume and just follow me to the door. Sam doesn't talk much, so nobody will be surprised if I do all the talking if anybody stops us. Just...follow me."

"They can't see... how.. how can't they see this?"

"Because they're mortal, and most of them are banal as heck. You'll understand more of that later. Please come on...I need to get you out of here."

"Banal?" A snicker.

She looks at where the Hands had been. "Yeah. Okay. We can go."

She rolls her eyes. "Banal, not Anal."

Sylvi nods, and peeks out of the door. It's the middle of the period, and the hallways are mostly empty.

*scene paused*

"Okay...walk really slow and casual." She heads out of the bathroom, and down the hall, letting Dagmar follow.

Dag ducks, stooping through the much shorter than normal door...

Dagmar walks along, trailing winter snowflakes and the smell of a storm as she moves....at least to fae.

Sylvi makes sure Flopsy's with them...she should have introduced, but she'll make up for that when they're safely in the car.

She is trying to be casual, hands shoved into her pockets and shoulders in their usually slouchy curl - but she keeps getting distracted, spotting color and movement in unexpected places.

A figure whispers of a shadow, "soo..what do we have here?"

Hazel eyes shift, searching.

Sylvi turns to look, and grabs on to Dagmar's arm. "C'mon...don't get lured in."

A hesitation, but she follows Sylvi for now.

"just a bit, please, so much glamour..." andd a buzzing sound is heard.

"No no no no no....." Sylvi's picking up speed for the door, not quite running, and pulling her along.

Flopsy says "Swarm...SWARM..."

And indeed, like a pocket cloud, bursting out of the shadows are mosquitoes, pale with pink edges, yet there's nothing cute or valentine like about them.

"C'mon!" Sylvi's running now, dragging at her arm, trying to get out the glass door at the end of the hall.

It takes a moment to process - no, she can't fight those - and she books it after Sylvi.

the excess glamour about Dagmar seems to be nibbbled at, as if they're working away from the whipped cream of the surface to get at the substance after!