#rivervale_lodge

While adam sleeps....

Symon has slipped into his House.

A two story house, it has kitchen, living room, laundry area, a small half bathroom, and presumably the Master Bedroom and En Suite on the first floor.

The second has a sort of upstairs den dividing the two other bedrooms. One on each side.

He ghosts around on the lightest of footfalls, each door cracked juuuuust enough to peer through, his dark eyes cutting through the unlit gloom with ease.

AH, there's a bathroom up here too. Good.

Well, that's empty. Despite being a likely place for anything 'slurping'

He pries to one room and...opens it slowly..juust a bit.

Bedroom? Hmmm, anyone within? Despite knowing the master suite is bound to belong to the parents, he tries a peep in there as well, leaning ears against the doorjam of each before cautiously opening.

The Master Suite , well, he finds the two adults snoozing. Both appear, thankfully, to be covered if he looks. Adam's mom has hogged the sheets, but that's okay, Adam's dad seems to be using his wife as a new supply of heat like a human sized hot water bottle. Not much to see here. THe room is newly decorated, has that HGTV look. Sadly, no angry native american spirits pissed about burial site violation.

When he goes up stairs... and peeks into the little girl's room...

Typical little girl's room. A tea set sort of table set up. There's a little victorian dressed holly hobbit sort of looking doll there.

Not expecting a sibling, he pauses to ken, curious if she might have inherited the same blood as Adam.

From here she seems an ordinary girl but there might be something, she snoozes... definitely low banality....As Symon steps in to ken a bit closer... something touches his foot, and a small voice says "Tis bad manners to enter a lady's chambers, sir." The doll is standing on it's own, and has touched him, looking up into his eyes. Her little face intent, "And should you do my charge wrong, I swear by my pretty little hat, you will do wrong to no other."

He freezes at the voice, looking down... so intent on his spying he hadn’t watched for another spying on HIM. A moment to assess, then he quickly bows to her, lank hair falling in his face as he does. “Begging pardon, fine lady, I’m sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to see your fine friend was sleeping sound, and beg a cup of tea. Her brother is a... uh, companion of mine.” He adds, “and it Is a pretty hat.”

"You are well mannered, for a possible thief and liar..." A pause "Dreadfully sorry, that was rather smaugh of me, as for Adam, well, with him all enchanted it is a bother. I must lay low lest he discover my nature. I am not sure he is ready yet. Oh so proper his blood but does he respect a tea party? No. Quite upsets one. " She says "I am Mrs. Primbriar. And your name, sir? "

"Symon the slug, at your service. And apologies about the enchantment. He has started Seeing on his own, which is a hassle and a bother, and the folk in charge felt it better to bring him in all the way and explain things and consequences, rather than let him muddle through half-way. If you'd like, I can explain your vital role here as guardian of the small Lady so that he can respect your authority properly?"

"No no... no thank you, I shall explain it myself if I must. Lily took excellently to enchantment the few times I've done it on her. Both have some of the nature in them"

Curious now, he attempts a subtle kenning on the doll. Chimera, or something more? "I think that Adam has been overhearing your tea parties. He spoke of slurping... but of course he must be mistaken, because well-bred ladies do not slurp. He's just a jock, so you can't expect him to understand TEA."

Something.. more, but damned if he knows what.

"Slurping? Oh the cad to slander a lady so! " mrs. Primbriar gasps, "Bad enough he had to bring that harlot here but now he casts aspersions? I should throw him into the pit of mt doom and... ooo I am verily vexed"

"Ah, perhaps I can help make amends?" He might not much care about Adam's troubles, but if he is Dagmar's charge, then she might need to fix any mess he gets in... rummaging through a pocket, and comes up with a small handful of... feathers! Pigeon feathers, the small fluffy ones from around the neck, and these in a rather fetching shade that glints purple or green. Probably shed naturally. Probably. "May I offer a feather to adorn your, uh, already quite lovely, hat?"

"Oh sir, how nice" She claims them, "I really shouldn't accept these, but you see? I want them so..." Yes she's claiming them. "You really must talk to him about his imaginings... only the harlot remains, but he's had transitory chimera prancing about the place every night. Lewd half formed dimshells. "

Harlot? Oh... and his face mottles a little in a blush as he remembers Siv's swimsuit. "Ah, yeah, she's not a bad sort. She didn't mean to be, uh, gallivanting about underdressed. She had just popped in from swimming and was in such a hurry that she forgot to put something else on. " An dhe flushes further - NOT wanting to hear about the busty chimera of Adam's teenage dreams!

"Swimming? That pint sized doxy? Swims now? We'll have to have the tub bleached"

Pint sized? that rules out Siv

"Oh, sorry, I think I was thinking of someone else. If it's someone that is bothering you, maybe I can lend a hand, y'know, in return for my apologies for barging in myself so rudely. "

"oh you have made amends I suppose but if you'd tell her to put some clothes on I'd be grateful" the little doll says

"I can certainly try. Where might I find the, uh, wee lass?"

"no doubt flitting about near Adam's room"

"And what about her marks her harlotry? Is it her attire, behavior, or something more?" Curious.

"Good breeding ,sir, will tell. One tries not to judge, but I suspect she was born of oene of those dreams" Soto voice "Scandalous"

A wince, and he nods. "I shall let the brother of your charge know only that the source of any, uh, delicate sounds from here are not to be worried about, and things are well in hand. And if he comes to find out more, I'm certain you are able to handle it." Respectfully.

"If I must, I must, one endures. Look for the harlot, if anyone is slurping, it's she" A delicate sniff, then "You seem civilized, Mister Slug. And I thank you for your part in protecting my reputation. Perhaps your good manners will fall on the brother."

He nods. "One can only hope." And takes his leave, carefully pulling the door back to the position where he found it. And, to the other door across the hall, this must be Adam's room...

Please, please, he prays to da'an, let him sleep in pajamas...

He opens the door... and...hears the tossing and turning of Adam.

ANd more...

Chimerical figments surround the bed! Images that could be sisters of Nadeen, Sylvi, Siv and yes Dagmar flounce about in 'naughty hottie' style sleepwear... giggling and bashing each other with chimerical pillows!

Sisters, because they aren't QUITE identical....

for one thing, some of them are.. ah.. more up top.

and he's pretty sure Dagmar would never wear that

At first glance he thinks they ARE little dopplegangers of the troll girl crew, and he blushes grey fiercely - it subsides slightly as he realizes they are just similar, and it fades to a glower. Oh, maybe Adam can't help it, but Symon is NOT amused at seeing his friends reduced to... hot girl dream figments.

He thinks for a moment, then looks around for Lovecraft.

They're not exactly solid or here to stay... they shfit.. sometimes taking on each other's features... One gets another's eye or skin color

Symon glances about and then sees Kerri, in all her Milfy glory... only in in doggie ears hair style and a high school cheerleader outfit. She's slurping on an oversized lollipop

Will soap do it, or will he need eye bleach? There's bound to be something in Ann Marie's Cupboard of Doom to get the pictures out of his head... or he'll never be able to look Kerri in the eye again.

Oh come on! Yes this is all a dream, but Adam's imaginings could at least get the pull of gravity on certain female body parts right! This is.. okay, yeah the internet creates unreasonable expectations but...

There's no sign of lovecraft, but while the others giggle and talk in murmured 'oh so cute tee hee' nonsense that indicates there's no real script...

another voice pipes in, "Looking for something, handsome?"