#rivervale_lodge

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"Thanks, man... you know, I married a guy once... fire brigade... we had two babies..."

She plunks into a chair, and promptly nods off - but this seems more like NORMAL sleep.

Sylvi is laid down, Dirk says "Big deal. Once... I think I ATE a fire" He pause "or did I eat a brigade of babies? Not .. not sure"

But Dagmar is asleep before she can question him for accuracy

Adam manages to get Dag into a chair before she falls over; he checks her nervously but... "Ok, she's just sleeping. I think. How's Sylvi?"

He goes to look himself.

"She's really in deep" Dirk says

"But she's just sleeping, right?"

"I think she's dreaming of a past life" A frown "more than one maybe? I don't know.. I got her though stop breathing down her neck geez"

"Who's just sleeping?" Kerri says as she comes out of the kitchen, carrying a tray of cookies that she sets down on a table.

Dirk says "Your daughter"

"You all look tired out? What were you all...what..." A pause. "Sylvi. What's...." Kerri approaches the couch.

A good look at her daughter, and then a sort of mask settles over her features. "What happened."

Adam gives Kerri the run down.

".... and we got them back to the car and back here but she and Dag aren't awake....."

".... and Dirk is weird."

"You're preggers with an unborn sidhe spirit an you're calling ME weird?" He snaps off some insults... but they sound Celtic or some shit

She points at the linen closet. "Put blankets over them," she orders, and she heads back to the kitchen at a quick march, clearly getting something.

And Dirk moves to do so..shaking his head once or twice though

Kerri returns with a small tub of something that smells minty and buttery and smokey all at the same time. She bends over Sylvi and carefully dabs some on the burn on her neck, and some under her nose, murmuring what sounds like a nursery rhyme by Sylvi's ear.

And the burn starts to heal. The hair, however, is a loss for the moment.

"Dirk. Give me your arm." Again, that strict, ordering, emotionless tone.

Dirk turns and for a moment stares at kerri as if she were nothing but walking meat. Then he closes his eyes

"Not who I am anymore.." Then he gives his arm the one with his own bite mark on it

She gives him a sharp look at that, then dabs the salve on the bite. "One, two, three, four, fi ve, Once I caught a fi sh alive, Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, Then I let it go again. Why did you let it go? Because it bit my finger so. Which finger did it bite? This little finger on the right."

Adam glances around the Lodge, looking for something. Or someone.

As the heatherbalm gets him.. Dirk nods "Thanks , Hearth..sorry" The last a mumble of embarrasment

Adam doesn't see Nab

He seems to be ignoring the redcap's foreign language insults.

She shakes her head. "No need." She still has that cool neutrality to her features.

"Is Dagmar harmed?"

"Bonnie Blue, comin' for you..."

"She wasn't....." He pauses as the troll in question speaks.

"Dagmar? Wake up." Kerri shakes her shoulder firmly. "Adam, are you well?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Dunno what happened to these guys." He frowns.

Dirk says "you'd have been proud of her... Sylvi I mean.. she was ballsy like 'hey I'm a teen girl with a smile so even if the veil drops' and in she goes.. burning and smoking them out"

"I'm up, I'm up.."

"Yeah, there were these... like.... hairballs?"

"She...burning and smoking...?"

"Dag, you ok?" His attention swerves immediately. "You want some water or something?"

"Water? Okay..."

She sits up. "I was a dude!"

Kerri nods Adam towards the kitchen.

"With a machete... it think Haiti? Like.. no, yes. Haiti..."

Adam (slightly nonplussed by Dagmar's assertion) runs for water.

"Dagmar...you are here in Rivervale. Not Haiti. Are you well?"

And finally, Sylvi stirs.

A deeeeeep breath and spate of cooughing.

"Sylvi?" Kerri helps her to sit up.