Dream. Dalake Safe House and Swindle's living room. Council investigation.

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Dark: *hits the Dream like a meteor--albeit without all the accompanying destruction* Myrror!

Oppy: *suddenly juggling order boxes and two babies* Ack!

gbSwindle: Weeeee! Bargain! *flails at Kitchi gleefully*

Dark: *sees Oppy first* Grelene said something happened... where's Myrror? *then sees the dyrmyst dragon hatchling* ...What?

Oppy: *gets both babies safely caught and the boxes set down* She's sleeping in a box in the safe house. And this is Swindle's brother Kitchi.

Kitchi: *thrrpt* O_O

gbSwindle: *applauds bubby's noise*

Dark: Safe house? Brother? *looks at the dragonling* ...Is that a Dyrmyst Dragonling?

Oppy: *frankly* It's your alternate grandson. And the safe house is that door on the side of the Seeker tree. Mom and Cloudtrader are in there. What is it, Fred?

Fred: *young processing machine wants to get the boxes and help!*

Oppy: No thanks. I just got them put together. Why don't you go see Columba?

Fred: :/ *goes*

Dark: *calms down--she was told nothing beside "incident" and "Myrror safe", and assumes it has something to do with the hatchling.* Thank you, Optimus. *is now heading towards the Seeker Tree*

Oppy: You're welcome. Fred, put Ramjet down!

Ramjet: Don't help me!

Dark: *is waylaid slightly by pouncing children of her own, and a huggy Horrid. She calms them down, and reaches the door with them all in tow* *knocks on the door*

Zoe: *opens the door and lets out a scent like a healthy and beautiful forest* Oh, here you are, Dark. Come on in. She's in the box here by the door.

Dark: Thanks. *comes in, followed by her family* Grelene told me there was an incident. Bad enough Myrror needed a box for comfort? *sees the box. Snerks at the note on it*

Zoe: *gentle smile* Cloudtrader thought she needed a towel-lined box, some treats, and some pets. *nods across the room* He's giving the others comfort things, too.

Cloudtrader: *to the firescale in the hot tub* Really? Hotter?

Dark: Others? *now looks around and sees other Dalake around, including...* ...Starsheen??

Zoe: *looks* With a baby on her head again. *goes to get that adventurous baby down. Again.

Starsheen: Tween'lanse! *will accept the hug by her alter-aunt* I thought I'd never see you again!

Dark: We thought you were dead!

Cloudtrader: *scoots over and offers Dark one of Myrror's cats. Little ghost is in comfort mode*

Dark: *takes and hugs the little cat* Thank you.

Zoe: *quietly* Everyone's still here, waiting for the Council.

Dark: Council? *raises an eyebrow* ...This was bad enough to warrant the Council of Nine?

Zoe: I guess so. *leans down to peek into the box*

Myrror: *still asleep, but can be woken easily*

Jahil'kafar: *snoozing beside her*

Zoe: *soft d'aww* Myrror's still sleeping.

Dark: *peeks in herself* *soft 'daww as well* Well,if she needs her sleep...

Zoe: Would she really be asleep that hard if she didn't?

Dark: No... no she wouldn't. *looking a little concerned now* Would take a lot... when did she come back? Local time?

Zoe: Yesterday evening. *soft snerk as one of the cats in the box comes over and tries to kiss the peeking Dark eye*

Dark: *then gets a kitty kiss on the cheek because she turned her head* Eep! .... Ah, yes, then she should still be sleeping.

Zoe: Can I interest you in some chili macaroni?

Dark: Spicy?

Zoe: The spice shaker is... Ah. The firescale lady has it.

Dark: *chuckles* It's not needed. I'd love to have some. *yawns* ...Haven't eaten in *stomach grumble* ...Awhile.

Zoe: *soft chuckle as Cloudtrader is OVER there. With a bowl of chili mac that looks more like a face washing basin*

Cloudtrader: :D

Dark: ...I don't think I'm that hungry, Cloudtrader. ^^;

Cloudtrader: *looks at it thoughtfully, then looks up* Some's for your husband.

Dark: Ahhh. *sees Grelene coming in as well*

Cloudtrader: *friendly swat for Spark Kitten* And maybe these guys want some?

Dark: *will snuggle kittens*

Cloudtrader: *urge to hug hits. Horrid gets it!*

Horrid: Eeee! *huggles the little bot!*

Cloudtrader: *happy!*

Zoe: *laughing softly* *can hear a few chuckles from around the room too*

adventurous dragon baby: *wants sommadat hug too!*

Horrid: *will scoop up cousin and hug her too*

Cloudtrader: *laughter as the baby dragon wriggles, then kisses the little one on the head*

Zoe: *soft "eep!"* One of the babies just went into the hot tub. *goes to check on it*

red hatchling: *squeals happily*

Firescale dalake: *laughs* You're still too young for lava, at least!

Zoe: Ohh. There's a baby firescale under all the pudding he decided to roll in while he was eating?

Firescale dalake: Very much so. *gets hatchling snuggles*

Zoe: *laughing apology* And you have pudding in your bath.

Firescale dalake: Yes, I do.

hatchling: Pudding!

Zoe: *jumps a little* Wow. First word from anyone other than Something.

Dark: *eyebrow raised at that* ...Something?

Zoe: The little moonscale sleeping with his bowl by Starsheen. *nods toward him*

Dark: What kind of name is "Something"...

Box of Myrror: *suddenly tips over, as Myrror awakens with a scream and shifts to full drako, shaking, checking self over in a panicked way. Sees Dark, shifts down and GLOMPS her, sobbing*

Dark: ... *twitch* What the *french versions of @%$%@#!@$%@&$ IS GOING ON???

Zoe: Well, you just educated the kids...

Dark: *holding Myrror* ...What happened to Myrror?

Zoe: *softly* This isn't the place to talk about it.

Dark: *eyes narrow, then she just comforts Myrror. Her rage hasn't abated, she's just keeping it in*

Zoe: *quietly* I can tell you that the people responsible are being dealt with. By JD.

Dark: I... see...

Cloudtrader: *offers to feed Grelene*

Grelene: *is fed, though his amusement is lessened by what he's feeling from Dark*

Cloudtrader: Oh. I forgot. I'm doing it wrong. *goes and gets Dark's rope. Sets it on Grelene.

Grelene: *gets his hands "tied". Okay, he's amused again*

Zoe: *gentle touch for Myrror's back as a cat climbs her leg* Myrror?

Myrror: *shivers* I'm okay... I'm okay... nightmare... fading... *blink*

Zoe: *offers her drink bottle that Cloudtrader filled with the moonscale's current favourite*

Myrror: Thank you. *takes, and drinks, while leaning on Dark, who's still comforting.*

Zoe: Do you need a refill? *looks around to see if anyone needs anything*

Myrror: I'm good... *drinks a bit more*

Dark: *sniffs at that bottle* *eyebrow going UP again*

Myrror: *just shaking her head slightly. Probably telling Dark she doesn't want to talk about it right now*

Zoe: *hand on Myrror's back, and then offers the cat, who had reached her shoulder*

Myrror: *huggles the cat*

Three new peeps: *appear. Two look like humans, dragon wings draped like capes over shoulders. The third looks like a wispy humanoid dragon.*

Wispy dragon: *starts going over to the affected dalake*

Zoe: *mutters about jump scares, but looks to see if she's needed*

Cloudtrader: *thinks Zoe's funny*

blue-winged person: *is scanning the crowd, and heading for Hala'vree* DAD!

silver-winged human: *looking for someone that's in charge. First looks at Dark, but sees the look on her face and realizes she's not*

Zoe: *quietly* May I help you?

silver-winged: I hope so. I am Leit'chandro Brightnova of Clan Moonscale, Elder of the Council of Nine.

Zoe: I'm Zoe Blitzdaughter, wife of the CEO of this safe house.

Brightnova: I would say it's a pleasure to meet you... Well, it is, just not the best of circumstances for it. I thank you for helping my people.

Zoe: It's our job. *looks over at Myrror* And one of the rescued is our people, too.

Brightnova: Gramma... *pause* ...Ruja'nob told me that one of the fae helped. *trying to be professional, slipped a moment*

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