#rivervale_lodge

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A house is forming up, with surprising speed.

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and BLUE paint.

...which is liberally spattered on the teenager...

"you like that shade huh? Just spread it even"

Jaymes tone is meant as a reminder, not a chastisement.

"Yeah, yeah..." She paints with zeal, but, perhaps, something less than precision.

Jaymes seems quite happy to have her here despite her lack of exactness. He's fought hard NOT to hover around her since the attack

Luckily, there's masking tape... and the floors aren't done...

...and trolls are washable...

Yes, not every shade of blue matches. the floors are new, with tile and or wood paneling as required depending on the room. And while she wasn't here for it, Dagmar has to notice that some carpentry work has been/is being done to various rooms, including the one that is going to be her bed room

Symon's radio is plugged in, tuned to the classic rock station. Currently, it's Queen.

That seems acceptable to Jaymes.

"Weeeeeeeee are the champions, no time for loooooosers, cuz we are the champions... of the worrrrllld." Sing-along!

As the song dies down, there is a thud thud sound - turning to see, Symon is standing nearby, a somewhat amused look on his face - how long has he been trying to be heard over the music?

(Inside? Outside?)

Inside

"Hey, Simon, sorry, didn't hear you"

"Oh, hey Sy!"

He grins, rolling his eyes a little at "didn't hear you", moving closer. Eyes over the paint job. "Lots of blue. THat's.... a thing you can do, yep." His complexion, normally a bit pockmarked with zips, it practically ruddy today - face scattered with welts that look like nasty mosquito or horsefly bites.

Jaymes notices the welts, "Hey, what happened to you?" Blunt perhaps

"That's what I want to know." He mutters. Looking to Dagmar. "I got attacked by nasty chimerical flies. Maybe you're contagious." Only a hint of amusement to show he's joking.

"Dude."

"I know, it's ruining my beautiful face, right?"

A pause, and a half-frown as she bites on her lower lip. "You think it was? Because we hang out?"

A snort. "Nah, I'm just bullshi-, uh. Giving you the business." A sideeye to Jaymes as he adjusts his speech. "No, they were... Some sort of leftovers? From a, get this, a nasty -ghost-."

"A genuine ghost? Not some chimera in the shape of a ghost?" Jaymes says

"Ghosts? Like, for real?"

"You gotta be shittin' me."

"Sluagh have..ties to them, I hear" Jaymes says "But I don't know much beyond rumor" A look at Symonn

He shrugs a bit. "Me either, I knew they were around, but never thought I'd have to, you know, be a ghost whisperer, or whatever."

"My mentor back in NY knows more than me, but she basically said to figure it out." A sardonic smile. "And not to die stupidly because she'll look bad. I figure, serves me right for moving to Trollville where no one knows boo about ghosts."

"What was it like?"

"Sorry we're such a burden" Straight faced "But your sacrifice is appreciated"

"Ever seen Poltergeist, or Amityville Horror? The works - bleeding walls, swarms of corpseflies, a giant knife to carve out the eyes of sleepers. Per usual."

He eyes Jaymes, unsure if that's a joke or not, but gives a little salute. "I live to serve."

He suddenly goes straightfaced. "You gotta promise not to tell anyone, okay? I'll lose any and all slug-cred if it gets out that I'm being stalked by a spook because of something so stupid..."

A grunt nod from Jaymes

"Something stupid? What's stupid? Sounds pretty random.."

He grimaces, hesitating, then takes off his backpack. Inside, wrapped up in a towel, then bubble wrap, and with the crinkle of newspaper in the bag as well - he carefully produced - a delicately patterned vase, with a floral design in pinks and delicate gold tracery. Quite lovely. "Ann Marie bought this at... I dunno, a flea market or somewhere."

"Okay, I don' know her well, but seems her style"

"So.. a vase?"

"A dead person's vase?"

He nods to Dagmar, tapping a finger on his nose. "You got it." He moves over and turns the vase, pointing with one slim, dirty-fingernailed digit to a small enscription, hard to notice. Showing it to Dagmar first, then Jaymes. "It's an URN. And she had - freakin, I don't know, posies or daisies or some shit in it."

'RIP: Agatha DuPreen- formidable beyond death', the vase... the Urn is enscribed.

Holding carefully onto the urn - all he needs now it to break it and let all hell break loose with it.

"She didn't notice when she was filling it? Did she toss the ashes in the trash?"

"Oh boy" Jaymes says

"I didn't ask. I should, but... I was just so ticked off, I didn't even want to talk to her." A sigh. "If anyone asks - they won't, but if anyone DOES, I'm at the library reading ahead for next Fall's curriculum. ALREADY."

"Uh - why?"