#rivervale_lodge

Symon slumps out of the car after her, walking a little funny and with a scowl on his face. "Chief here?" Drip... drip. He is soggy. Eden at least looks dry...

"I need a chamberpot to puke in.. the world is cheery fresh and I want to burn my skin off" Eden says

"We should probably at least get hosed off. They might have all sorts of nasty chemicals in that runoff. Or even worse, dye. Can you imagine being bleach blond?" He is trying to make a joke, but he still looks rather bleak.

"Uh... no chief, no. Who needs the shower first?" She picks up the pooka, infusing her with a touch of glamour.

"I.. Symon should do singing in the rain first. I can't hit the low notes" She says

"She does. I don't mind smelling like a sewer."

But she looks so much more alive now, glamour flowing

He nods to Dagmar, jerking his head towards the lodge.

She heads in, carrying Eve.

Eve is sstartled "Don't tell my boyfriend"

"Symon, you could probably hose off in the mud room?"

"Got it."

And he heads in there to do just that.

"I don't snitch, Eve. No worries."

She carts the pooka upstairs to deposit her in the bathroom. "I'll find something for you to change into, okay?"

Eden nods "It's horrible"

"Okay, cool. I'll leave them right outside the door. I think you'd fit some of Gerd's old things?"

"Long as you don't dress me like a fashion consultant. NEVER doing that now" Pale

(Symon) Symon tries to hose off... when a water baloon bursts ...at him

"The fuck?" He straightens up to look around, then hisses as his back spasms.

"I'll aim for something safe."

"SOOORRRY.. " Jack Flap say "Totally my fault I was trying to cheer someone up" hoofbeats

And soon a snake pooka is showering off . she speaks as she does... "Symon was a complete coward.,.and didn't care about anyone"

He continues cursing a bit, but once the faun is out of the room, he can't hear it... Symon strips off his shirt and is leaning over into the utility sink, spraying water to sluice over his back and hair.

"Won't narc on that, either."

She digs through the basket in the hall closet, finding a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. Poor Eden will likely still swim in them.

Sure enough , Eden comes out, she takes the oversized clothes and slips them on like Linus taking a security blanket

Dogs bark, announcing the return of the Chieftain from patrol. She is closing the front door as Eden comes downstairs.

Dagmar trails after.

Symon comes back, holding a sodden, wadded up t-shirt, clutching it in front of his scrawny chest like a shield. "Dags, I rinsed this in the sink but it's still pretty nasty. Anything I can toss on?" And he blinks as he sees the Chief. And his cheeks go a mottled color.

Brekke looks up to see Eden, then spots Symon. "You are back. And successful? Unharmed?"

She doesn't seem phased by sluagh chest.

Eden has come out... and is wearing outfits about her that yes, she's kind of lost in "Ask me no questions I'll tell you some lies" A nod to Symon

"It's grey!" She lobs him a t-shirt.

He flails to grab it, drops his shirt, and also misses the t-shirt. Now he IS embarassed, as he leans to grab it and hisses, back acting up. "Fffff.... ....thanks."

"Sorry!"

"We have got to get back to basketball practice or we're going to die" Eden curls up on the sofa

He struggles at pulling on this shirt. "Some slug I am, huh? I didn't think it was POSSIBLE to pull a muscle. I definitely tweaked something."

"I think I got some IcyHot in my backback..."

Brekke blinks at Eden. "Basketball...?" Then she shakes her head. "Do either of you need healing?"

"Gotta report while this shit is still fresh." A glance to the Chieftain. "Are we still on double-plus security?"

"No. Dame Dagmar, please listen carefully as well. Tell what you have found, Symon, Eden."

"He lifted the disk of Olympus so we could get out... he made contact with the mole"

"You found a fae inside?" Brekke interprets.

Dag snags blankets from the basket tucked behind one of the couches, wrapping Symon and Eden in one each.

"It's bad." He frowns, and offers his phone over to the Chief, showing her how to flip through the pictures.

"They're working the hell out of them at these..." He flushes a bit at the treatment, but doesn't complain. "These textile machines. You can see some of them here. And not just adults, there are kids there too. At least some of the guards have AKs, and the others ain't shy about using those nightsticks."

"One of the workers tried to defend another, and was about to get her shit stomped. There was a flash of something there. Maybe she's forgotten or is fresh. You'll recognize her, she has a crescent shaped scar over her eye." A glance to Eden. "Am I missing anything from the first area? Maybe you got a better look while I was... looking in the other room."

Brekke does not take the phone from him, but looks as he manipulates it with his nimble fingers. Good thing, too...the way she starts clenching her fists, the phone wouldn't stand a chance.

"The smells... like rambo taking a piss in the corner of the room..."

Eden says "There was static cling on a door... and the fence"