#rivervale_lodge

Dag takes a hold on the device to help Bets carry.

"Thanks" And they go / "I guess we can see" Zane says

"Seems fair, you know?"

"Ain't like we're picking on guys that just think shit in their heads, they're out going on about how folks have to "go back to their countries" - even if they were born here! "

"I heard about that," Nadeen says "it's why I realize Democracy is a joke. Idiots like THAT get elected. Clearly sidhe rule is needed. "STRAIGHT faced

Bets roll her eyes.

"Ah.. babe? Trolls are doing fine too," Zane says to his girlfriend.

"Well... I mean, Obama was kinda cool?"

"He was like me. Mixed."

Bets looks at her , "So now your'e going to be a Vet/Firefighter/Park Ranger/ President? " Smile

"Yup!"

"Got my vote" Zane says

"If my coup fails, mine too" Nadeen agrees

Bets chortles.

And they come across the crowd.

The signs they wave say 'FAKE NEWS!' 'WE SUPPORT REAL AMERICANS FIRST!' 'OBEY THE LAW? WHAAAAA?' and it ..soon gets worse.

"SO many spelling mistakes," Nadeeen sneers

A grunt/scowl.

"Right.. do your voodoo, Zane" Bets says.

Zane nods and gets to higher ground, and pulls out panpipes. Actual panpipes.

And starts to play over the crowd

A little fidget of nerves.

Nadeen looks at Dagmar and fights a blush

Bets is focused on her machine.

Banality lowers.. so do inhibitions..

for something, that just causes the die hard racists to be bolder, to speak their mind.

Dagmar swallows. Stoic troll!

Betty doesn't have to be stoic, she curses under her breath about neo nazi bastiches as she works...

Nadeen frowns at something and looks down at her sword, and then at the sighs.

"Okay, Dags, start cranking it, now.. " Betty says "Dont' worry about breaking it. "

"Finally..."

Something to focus on rather than the music!

And Dagmar gets to show her muscle, the more she grinds, the finer the mix. And using her muscle FEELS good

But Bets wasn't kidding when she said troll strength was needed. This crank would not move for even average muscle.

Dagmar works and grinds and then.. "Got it, Dagmar, stop"

The balloon looks nearly maxed

A grunt and she stops to wipe the sweat from her brow.

"Tough balloon."

"Yeah and you still almost popped it..wow, Dag." The nocker takes the hose and sprays into the crowd.

To the mortals, it seems as if things just got a bit cloudier.. light dims... and then...

"What the..."

"What's this stuff.."

"Is it drizzling?"

It seems to settle in variances, and by the time it's done..some folks seem olive skinned, others more bronzed, many brown or tan, and a few black.

The protesters look up, and SCREAM

A quiet snort and stoic smile.

One woman is touching her once blonde hair, "I Looke like a ... like a..."

Glamour flows from the roof as the satyr hits them with some chicanery

"Oh, just say it bitch..." She mutters.

Zane hops down "They can't.. I just wiped their minds of racial slurs. Probably won't last five minutes... but maybe they won't try after that"