#rivervale_lodge

"More concerned about-you- being good...." grumbled.

"One more more moment" SHe says , grumbling herself and she heads back to her room.

Frank jots a quick note to let folks know where he's gone.

And she comes out, same costume, but leggings! Mind you, they still might be too tight for his liking, but it's...less. eerr more.. okay, more is covered. She left the coat "In some lands this is called a compromise"

He sighs, but nods. "Thank you."

"I know you worry" She says "But the lads that will be there are gents, nice, polite..." She starts to head out to the vehicle

Frank trudges after, and drives her to the party.

"...great kissers" that last opinion on some of the lads muttered low. But of course, soon She's getting out, gives her dad a peck on the cheek, and rushes in to join the throng of walking hormones with glamour known as changelings. Frank may notice one Boggon father grumbling as his own daughter goes bouncing in dressed like a genie

Looks like the boggan slipped one of the female thanes a twenty to keep an extra eye on his girl.

Frank sits in the rig, watching.

there's a knock at the window

He glowers out into the dark.

A sidhe's face,, the house he can't see, but the fellow says politely "Sir Franklyn sir?" He appears to be in the wilder years himself not much older than his daughter.

Frank rolls down the window. "My apologies. You have the advantage of me, I think."

"Bancroft, sir. The Baron has noticed a gathering of well, quite a few fathers. So a room with food, a pool table, and a balcony that allows you to overlook the exits the party will be using has been set up. You're invited. If enough show, they may get a poker game together. I'm passing on word to every car"

"That is... very considerate of the baron." He might sound surprised. "I might as well; that way I can bring her home, too."

"A lot of fathers seemed to be planning on that, sir. Don't worry. We thanes are under orders to report upstairs to that room as the party filters out. Something the baron said about 'preventing a siege'" The young sidhe says with a straight face that would do a troll proud.

Directions are given on which stairway to take

Frank straightens up his voile as best he can, runs his fingers through his hair, and follows the directions.

At least 8 other fathers, some enchanted Kinian, most full fae, are up in the room... Some playing pool are harping between sets "And when did all that up there at the top happen? I swear it wasn't there yesterday, but suddenly she's got them, and for some reason seems to think every punk at her school should know" //"It's just mother natures way, my wife says. FIgures, if it was FATHER nature we'd get a bit more sympathy" Clack// "I trust her I trust her I trust her" One man is blowing smoke rings through a pipe and chanting it like a koan.//The boggan father he saw earlier is shaking his head "You know, I'm trying to cut down, but who worries about red meat giving a heart attack when they have a daughter? Am I right?"

Frank pauses at the door, careful of the little people and aware his presence is most likely unwelcome. He finds a seat in a corner.

It looks liike at least four chairs are troll sized. The baron, or perhaps whoever arranged this at his orders, thought of that.

Frank settles in, opening up the book that he carries with him as a matter of habit.

A troll kinian, whose blood is pure enough to make him an incredibly big mortal looks miserable. He's enchanted, but for once his ties to the dreaming aren't helping him enjoy that state.

"Can you imagine what moves are being tried on our daughters?" One fellow mutters/ 'I'm trying not to," another dad says testily.//"Anyone want to borrow my whetstone? I've sharpened my sword as much as I can"

Frank tries not to dwell on the matter. Why would Kealan host such a party, if this is the result so regularly that a dad room is prepared?

Kealan comes in "Evening, folks." He doesn't bother to say good.

Frank stands, and bows.

"No need for that, Sir Franklyn. we're all united here in our mutual paternal anxiety" Even as a 'grump' the Scathach is normally in a good mood, but while the years have steadied him, he looks fairly miserable now "I'd break out beers and such but i most of you are driving precious cargo later"

Frank nods gravely, understanding a bit more now.

"You had to have the party?" One asks.

"It was either my place or the Fiona hold" The baron states with sigh "Which would you prefer?"

Grunts and nods of agreement

And and grumbling resumes "My wife says we have to give her space....I'm fine with her having her own space. I just don't trust the boys who she decides to share her space with"

that from one Nocker minding his manners relatively

"Baron," Frank rumbles "...thank you for providing the opportunity."

"You're welcome" He sits and munches some nachos "Have some food if you like, the party won't shut down till 1030"

"I wanted to shut it at 10" A follow up

"But oh no, that's 'insane'" Munch

Frank does get himself a mug of coffee.

Depending on how social frank allows himself to be, he will perhaps get to know one or two of the local dads, and... then a text thing?

"Excuse me." with a frown, he fishes the phone out and opens it carefully.

"Da! Are you still out there? I am ready to go home."

It's not even ten PM yet

9:30!

"Sure thing, F... Siv. You can see the rig? I'm in the house but I'm coming out." He offers Kealan a bow.

Kealan nods "Nice seeing you"

Some mutter "Lucky man" /"Not so sure. If my daughter left early I'd have to wonder if the cops were on the way..." /and more chatter

the text back is simply "Good.thankx"

Frank is on his way, smartly.