#the_ice_cave

Seriously? In a househld with Ice and a nocker? Atomic clocks, probably. He goes to let him in*

"This way. Watch out for the slime on the floor, he'll probably follow us in."

Janet... likes clocks. There are quite a few - more than is reasonable, some in varied states of assembly.

"Chewwie, down!"

He does indeed look around, raising his chin. He does carry a thermos, and a small bag. I brought biscuits as well. If there is one thing I am certain of, tea requires biscuits. He follows Ice in.

The chimerical furry brown spider turns from her place on the counter to watch them go by*

"Biscuits? I thought it was supposed to be cookies. Damn."

Dria - Janet - is set up in her bed, propped by pillows, and managing as much dignity as one can in a plaid robe and paisley nightgown.

He frowns at that, as if trying to figure out if that is a joke from the sluagh. Lady, he offers to the Nocker, at least respectfully.

"Hmph." a chin jut at the sidhe.

"Have a seat." *Doesn't appear to be joking

*The cookies earn a confused scowl "Biscuits?"

I keep forgetting what Yanks call them. So undignified. He overpronounces the word. Coo-h-keeeeey.

He pours coffee from a steel carafe, and offers it over to Janet. There are two other cups set up, presumably for the tea, in whatever pattern and style Dria had available in the cupboards*

She rolls her eyes and snorts. "Whatever, Limey. Why th'furk you jaggin' off with techies?"

None of the cups actually match. Goodwill specials, with a fondness for the 70's.

Pardon? He actually startles at that. A moment of surprise, but he frowns as he puts the cup down. This explains a good deal. They hunt Willworkers, I believe. In an attempt to keep them pacified, to blend them in with society. I believe they might do the same of us, if they but knew we existed.

"Yeah?" A flick of eyes to Janet*

Another snort. "Seriously. Think they don't?"

They forget Enchantment faster than most do. Treat it as a dream. What reason would I have to not believe that?

He doesn't know who 'techies' are, so his own confusion is plain for a moment. Okay, more than a moment*

"We already blend."

"But there is evidence beyond direct - they hunt wizards, yeah? Knew some Aethernaut types with a zeppelin - THEY remember, they get caught?"

"Or, like, the naked-moon-goddess types?"

He takes an oreo to dip in the tea, eyes flicking from one to the other, intent and listening*

I have alliances, agreements with the Willworkers. Not the... latter you mention. But many of them.

"Who wants to bet the wiccan chick ain't schtupped a few satyrs?"

*mutters "So much for thinking these will-worker types had any taste." A bite of Oreo*

He picks up the plate to offer over to Janet*

She takes an oreo, twisting it in two. "Thanks."

A chin-lift of acknowledgement, and sets the plate back when she has hers*

His eyes flick judgmentally to the cream-filled cookie going in to the tea. Well. I take it then, you were successful in translation. He reaches into his jacket and passes over an envelope.

((To which of them?))

He puts the rest of the cookie on the saucer, and wipes his hands on a napkin instead of his pants -- without even having to think about it this time! -- and reaches back to pick up the box off the nightstand, setting it on the table* "She didn't want me downloading anything onto the computer here, and I didn't want to go online to upload it to the cloud. So I put it on a second thumb. Tried to disable the code, anyway, and I am pretty sure I did, but the second thumb is a safety, anyway."

"Now, there's an algorithm in there, and it's a piece of work. Hell, I can't make heads or tails of it, and that's saying something." No pride, just matter of fact, dark eyes intent on him, but having to slide away frequently; Kel is too much to look at for long*

"But SHE can. And that's where you want to talk to her."

"That thing's a pandora's box of trouble, powderpuff."

His eyes flick back to the Nocker. Indeed. I would assume so. A technocratic algorithm. Especially since my man who stole it seemed to catch fire from the inside after he stole it.

"Furkin' wizards..."

"Huh. That why you told me to destroy it, if I triggered the damn...sorry, triggered it?"

He wants to ask how Kel got it; that's clear. But he's learning a little, and keeps his mouth shut*

Yes. He arches an eyebrow. He taps the envelope. If you do not mind. I should like to take the drive, and be on my way.

(He shrugs, and pushes the box over, and picks up the envelope, passing it to Janet)

"You want she should call you when she cracks the code?"