#rivervale_lodge

He does a slow pace around the grounds, snapping silent pics on his phone of whoever is pranked outside, before settling back down for his vigil.

Symon might note that Tove is sleeping, stretched out on one of the benches...and seems utterly un-pranked.

He does ponder the sleeping troll for a long moment, eyes flicking around to see if anyone is watching. And... if the facepaints are still nearby?

...they are....

He gives it a looong thought, then selects the black facepaint. With the tender care we would use on one of his gaming miniatures, Tove is gifted with a black-tipped nose, delicate whiskers, and a few strips on her forehead - tabby cat style. Tucking the paint into a pocket, he seeks out Sylvi and Colton next. "Holding up ok?"

Sylvi's now sitting on the grass just outside of the glow of the strung fairy lights, propped up on her arms and leaning back to look up at the stars. "Hm? Oh...yeah....mm, okay..."

...blink blink blink...

Colton's nearby and seems to be doing...okay, as well.

"I'm going to be a mess for the moving up ceremony tomorrow. No more 8th grade, woo! No more middle school, woo!" They're pretty sleepy cheers, though.

Settling down next to Sylvi. "Did I tell you that I was working on an are-pee-gee game for the PC? See, the engine is already built using the unreal engine, but the hardest part was searching the code for bugs..." He sounds earnest, hopefully she will be too polite to interrupt him. Even though it is actually a very dry, boring story, and his soft whisper rasps on...

"Mm-hm...?" She's sleepy enough to think that she should be able to stay interested, and doesn't realize how boring the content actually is, that he's just droning...she makes a few more affirmation noises as he speaks, covering a yawn and shifting back to rest on her elbows when her arms start getting tired.

"And you know, if it was normal coding, like python, or lisp, or even C++... You know, the reason why I like those over other code bases...."

Another yawn escapes her...where did Colton get to, anyway?....

"And then I realized, there was a stray semicolon around line 537, which is why the code wouldn't compile..."

The stars sure are pretty, though....if she folds her arms under her head like a pillow, she'll be able to see more of the sky, and be more comfortable.... "Right, uh-huh..."

And his whisper drones on, low and soothing... and completely incomprehensible...

...she doesn't even know it when she closes her eyes.

Symon grins, and flicks a gaze over to Colton. Wherin he....

A) Shrugs a bit and hands over the paint with a nod towards Sylvi to the awake troll, or...
B) Lightly traces swirling skull patterns onto each face, sugar-skull style, complementary.

Either way, he looks smug at the end of this exchange.

But, around this point, he finds that the night is dragging on him, and with everyone else asleep around him... surely this was everyone... Maybe he can just sit back for a moment....

And rest his eyes.

It's still dark, but the sound of tree frogs has faded out and a few mockingbirds are tuning up in the woods...and Brekke stays doggedly awake.

Off in the distance, under the protection of a rocky outcropping and a guardian father figure... none the less, Dagmar has a visitor. A shadow amongst shadows, and the faintest touch against her cheek, just before dawn chases away the gloom... and a faint purr... "Chicken...." before vanishing.

On Dagmar's upper cheekbone is a single, perfect pawprint - dusty/sooty and easily wiped away... once she knows it's there.

Colton had chuckles about outlasting here and... then fell asleeep himself.

Olgar however, would want to handle his daughter himself, and breaks out a small Tiara and a frill oversizeed gown that says 'Princess Rugmonster the Third'

Brekke scans the group...including her own snoring trueheart.

"you got frank yet," Olgar yawns

"Just about."

"Aww, I wanted to help"

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"You are not taking vengeance on Colton?" She goes to open a small bag she'd stored to the side, and pulls out a white wooly cap with lamb ears, oversized to cover horns, and carefully slips it onto Frank's head.

'oh, I got something for Colton" He holds up the chastity belt.

And a ribbon around Frank's neck with a tag that reads "Lambchop."

Brekke chuckles quietly. "You are a cruel man, Olgar."

Olgar laughs, trying not to do so out loud as the outfit chosen for Frank, "I take it back. Can't top that." A yawn, "So, you gonna let me off the hook as dawn is just a few minutes away anyway, or do I risk wearing a cowbell?"

"Do not think I did not have one prepared." She nods to the bag, then looks at the sky and shakes her head. "No, sleep. I will distribute blankets."

A click as a belt is put on the outside, and Olgar gets up, "Thanks, Chief. You're are a merciful champ."He goes on upstairs

"And I remain so every year." She reminds him as he goes, then fetches a large armload of wool blankets and drapes them over the scattered sleepers to ward off the edge of chill.

'Mmmph" But he doesn't argue. The important thing is his daughter hasn't dethroned the old man...yet.

Alone, Brekke watches the sun come up, and quietly murmurs...

I remember yet | the giants of yore,
Who gave me bread | in the days gone by;
Nine worlds I knew, | the nine in the tree
With mighty roots | beneath the mold.

Of old was the age | when Ymir lived;
Sea nor cool waves | nor sand there were;
Earth had not been, | nor heaven above,
But a yawning gap, | and grass nowhere.

Then Bur's sons lifted | the level land,
Mithgarth the mighty | there they made;
The sun from the south | warmed the stones of earth,
And green was the ground | with growing leeks.

...and then a mighty yawn overtakes her, and she chuckles and settles back into her chair, Frank snoring nearby. She pulls a blanket up over herself and watches until they wake.

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