Scene #911: Girl Emergency

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Riva Banari	Yesterday, Riva and Inga showed up to socialize with Bedivere and Saber in the middle of the autumn storms of Dun Realtai. Today, there's still storms because Bedivere seems incapable of existing without something unpleasant happening to him. Riva can empathize, really. The man needs hugs badly, but that's not /her/ place. Instead, she's in one of the guest rooms, looking out the window over the sodden grounds of the castle and the village beyond, leaning back in a chair and sipping some tea while eating breakfast. Inga should be by anytime, since she sent the wisewoman an invite. Riva doesn't /look/ gloomy, but she's having an introspective moment. Rainstorms are good for that.
Inga Freyjasdottir	After an /extremely long/ bath, Inga had bonelessly brought herself to her guest room and promptly collapsed there, relaxed in a way only a long hot soak or large amounts of alcohol can accomplish. But she still hadn't slept well, waking up cold. As she was just going to have breakfast with Riva, Inga tosses on her warm cloak over her shift, grabs a few things, the moves down the hall to tap lightly against Riva's door with her staff. Assuming she's admitted, Inga moves inside, shivering. "D-didn't want to bother lighting the f-fire in m-my room. We should have just shared," she comments. Everyone with their own room? Madness. How do people keep warm at night?
Riva Banari	Riva immsiately moves to let Inga in. "Inga!" Riva greets, giving her the obligatory greeting-hug. Riva is huggy, it's a thing. She then walks with Inga over to the fireplace, putting a chair there. "Just sit down right here anddd.... uuuurgh!" She then drags the table over with breakfast on it a little closer with some effort, bracing her feet to get better leverage on the heavy wood. The plates rattle ominously, but nothing breaks or tips over. THIS TIME. "THERE!" She says, dusting off her hands, and moves her chair over to a very sociable distance. "So warm yourself up and help yourself! I told them you'd be here so the servants brought up plenty." She sips her tea, watching Inga. "You're probably right, we could have shared a room. We'll have to consider that if we stay much longer." She shrugs, and lets Inga get some warmth, food, and tea. Possibly not in that order.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga returns the embrace. Riva is huggy, it is most certainly a thing. Inga is used to it now, and welcomes it. Her eyes widen a bit at the fuss Riva makes however, allowing herself to be shuffled into a chair by the fire, watching as Riva drag the heavy table over, blinking. She laughs lightly, shaking her head. "Riva, sit. Don't fuss," she says, reaching over to help herself to tea and breakfast. Tea is an amazing beverage. Inga glances aside for a moment at mention of staying much longer. "Er...I probably will not stay more than a couple of days, unless--and then--" she replies, awkwardly. OH LOOK A MUFFIN. Eat muffin. "You are very energetic this morning! Well, actually you are usually energetic," she adds with a grin, sipping her tea carefully. "My apologies for not coming back last night, I sort of...lost track of time while languishing in the bath," she laughs. Inga certainly has a tendancy to stare into space--mostly because she's Seer. Entering a trance-like state just happens.
Riva Banari	"Hey, you fuss all the time, it's okay for someone to fuss on you sometimes." She laughs. "Don't worry about it. The baths here are /awesome/. Definately prime tourist material once the place is fixed up. I could probably spend hours in there myself. I came up with an /awesome/ plan to keep super magical jerks from bothering Bedivere and Arturia, but we'll get into in a minute." By awesome she might mean 'terrible', 'doomed to failure' and 'probably going to result in a significant amount of trouble for her' but hey, who's counting? She leans over towards Inga a bit. "And then... what?" She says, arching an eyebrow. "Come on, Inga, you can share. What are you up to?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga raises a brow over her cup of tea. "Oh? Are they being bothered by 'super magical jerks?' currently?" she asks. Who exactly qualifies as a super magical jerk, she wonders? If they have problems with a mage, well, Inga would certainly be inclined to flex her magical muscles. Riva leans toward her and Inga's eyes widen slightly. She sips her tea to cover her expression. That's a long sip of tea. It gives her a moment to gather her willpower and courage. "Ahem," she says, putting her cup down. It's empty, so she reaches for the pot to refill it. "Riva, this is...awkward, but I have a question about how...things work in this time--er, in our world, that is," she adds. Here, well, she's sure its a bit more like home. Despite all her valiant efforts, her cheeks are turning pink. "Is it...appropriate for a man and woman to live together if they are not married?" she asks, then silently asks herself why she should even care. Those are rules even some of the wisewomen in her time didn't obey. SIP MORE TEA.
Riva Banari	"Oh yeah, mages and spirits and stuff might go bother them. I'm planning on a /distraction action/." Riva says triumphantly, sitting happily with her tea. She takes a drink to let that horrible witticism sit there for a bit before she gets back down to business. /Inga's business/. She lets Inga work her way though it, and nods understandingly. "Welllllll..." She says, letting it hang there for a moment, and then she just grins. "There's no real problem with it. People are pretty open in our time. I mean, there's the usual gossip, but what's important is..." She smirks. "Who's the lucky guy, hmmm~?" She has some guesses, but she's going to let her go through the process of admitting it. Or at least wait a few seconds before she starts guessing.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga flushes a deep red at Riva's smirk and question. She doesn't know!? Inga wonders just who Riva could be thinking of! "It's not like that--" shut up, it is totally like that. "Well...." she groans, looking up toward the ceiling as if uttering a silent prayer. Gods help me. Inga sighs heavily, then looks at Riva. Is she dense? Trying to get her to say it? She raises a brow. "Who do you think!?" she asks, because now she has to know.
Riva Banari	"It's not? What are you waiting for?" Riva teases. "Aren't you feeling well?" She's clearly enjoying this. "Oh, come on, I'm not dense." She knows that look! "Tell you what. Let's play a game!" She reaches... somewhere, and pulls out a pad of paper and a pencil. "I'll write it down here, and I'll reveal it when you tell me. If I'm right, you tell me /everything/. Deal?" She's already scribbling down something on the paper.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga's mouth opens, gaping like a fish. She closes it promptly, shaking her head at Riva. Inga reaches up to cover her face. "A game..." she groans. "Tch...I think I could at least recognize enough letters to be sure you're not trying to trick me," she comments, reaching for her tea. She wishes it was mead. It /could/ be mead... "Very well, I will play along. Write your guess," she says, waving with her free hand for Riva to do so. Inga can't believe she's doing this. She hardly thinks this is fair! With a heavy sigh, Inga simply says, "Harry," then hurriedly sips her tea. Doomed, she's doomed.
Riva Banari	Fair? This isn't about fair. Inga is talking about her relationship to Riva, and Riva firmly believes in demolishing the awkward 'dance around the issue' phase with all the finesse of a sledgehammer. She thinks it's much more therapeutic for people to just admit it and get to the good stuff. Boy is she going to get it if she ever gets smitten as opposed to just flirting with all the guys. With a smile, Riva flips the pad over. HARRY DRESDEN is written there on the pad. "This is what 'HARRY DRESDEN' looks like in English." Riva comments only /slightly/ smugly. She sets the pad aside, and claps her hands together. "I /knew/ it!" She crows, and then picks up her tea to sip it. She can afford to let Inga get a little slack now, she's been hooked. "So! How did it happen?" She asks. Okay, mayby not TOO much slack.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga looks at the paper, and she does know enough now to recognize the letters and gather it is correct. She still turns absolutely crimson, reaching out to smack Riva in the arm playfully. "That was hardly fair, who else could it have been!" she replies, flustered terribly. "How did it happen? I don't know...he invited me to visit once, we became friends...then he got infected with the Filth...so I stayed with him, keeping an eye on him to make sure nothing terrible happened," she replies. Inga deflates, slumping in her chair. She puts her tea down and reaches up to cover her eyes with her hand, sighing. "Odin's bones...I have been meaning to talk to you Riva, but we've been so busy and I have just...I have not known at all how to bring it up," she confesses. "We had a visit from Wuyin, and I he knew immediately."
Riva Banari	Riva laughs as she gets smacked. "I don't know, Inga! Is there anyone else you're crushing on? Get some love triangle action going? Ooooh, that would be so much fun!" She nods as Inga explains the deal with Harry. "And you helped him get better. Harry's a nice guy. He just keeps getting a raw deal dealt to him. He could use someone who can take care of him in his life..." She thinks. "It's not like he's doing a great job of it himself. He's all so gruff. I think he's just afraid of getting people hurt." She taps her chin. "Hmmmmmmm..." Riva leans over and puts a consoling hand on her shoulder. "It's okay! You can always talk to me! Looks like some things never change, huh?" She giggles at that. "Yeah, well, Wuyin is a Dragon. They all have to know the patterns so they know how best to mess with them. Be careful, you know. He might have to throw a wrench in there." She leans back, then. "But I think you'll be a good influence on Harry. Way better than I would be, anyway. You've got your feet on the ground, way more practical. He needs practical." She pauses again. "And then there's the technology thing."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga's high color doesn't fade as she gawps at Riva. "No! No there is not!" she replies. Love triangle!? Tch! She begins to relax, though she still looks incredibly embarrassed. She takes a sip of her tea, then sighs quietly. At the hand on her shoudlder, Inga finally smiles. It's warm, bright, but still sheepish. "Yes he...hasn't had an easy life," she agrees. "Most of that I...don't mind. I--well. Unng. It's complicated, isn't it? I don't know what I am getting into," she groans. "I know he is in all sorts of trouble...but it's..." another sigh. This is mortifying. Can she just die now? "There are women in his past, ones he loved I think. I'm...afraid they'll come back into the picture and--" she waves her hand, cutting herself off. Riva gets the picture. She blinks then, eyes widening. A good influence? More than Riva would be!? "Did you....?"
Riva Banari	Riva waves a hand. "Eh. I thought about having a little fling for a bit, but I would totally go crazy without being able to check Twitter. I might have a little bit of a smartphone addiction." She shakes her head. "I'm currently playing around with Psyber, might move on from there. Man has /way/ too many women fighting over him and I'm not sure if I like him enough to want a part of /that/ warzone. We're talking full-on Saxon invasion here." She then squints and pokes at Inga, smiling. "But we're here to talk about /you/. I think what you need to do is track someone down he knows. She has a good head on her shoulders and she seems like she'll give you the straight talk. I did some checking. Her name's Murphy, she works at the police department that Harry has to deal with all the time. Once you talk to her, you should be able to crowbar some things out of Harry. And then you can make an informed decision, right? I mean, we already know you're going to only need to deal with Queen Mab yanking his chain too, who knows what other skeletons he's got in his closet?" But she pokes again. "But I still think he might be worth it."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga had just poured herself more tea and picked up her cup. Of course she had, because she then drops it in her lap, completely shocked. "Y-you--" the range of expressions that pass in a few moments is something to behold. Shock, worry, more shock, jealousy, confusion--then Riva hits her without another. "Psyber!?" she asks. Inga looks like she's going to pass out. Hands shaking, Inga puts the now empty tea cup back on the table, frowning deeply. "Decision? The decisions has already been made. I'm...well I'm bloody terrified but--" she looks away, blushing again. "He has been very honest with me and I expect that will continue--how do you not be honest with someone who has seen into your soul?" she asks. Inga looks like she wants to sink into the floor.
Riva Banari	"Inga! Your tea!" Riva calls out, looking for something to help her clean up the tea that she spilled. "Look, don't worry about it, okay? I'm still shopping around, and I don't poach. And well... Hey, if you like what you saw, that's just another plus, right?" Riva folds her arms, then. "And what /about/ Psyber? Do you know something?" She sounds curious. "Come on, let's hear the dirt. Or are you just surprised?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga is just dumbfounded. "No, no I don't know anything. I'm just...I'm just surprised. I suppose he is good looking, I just...just didn't know. You talk about these things so /casually/," she says, just completely blind-sided by Riva's modern sensibilities. Inga takes a deep breath, not too concerned with spilled tea. She closes her eyes, sighing. "Wonder if he knows he could have had you," she comments. "I...did like what I saw, yes. I wonder what he saw of me, but apparently it didn't frighten him away," she says, laughing nervously.
Riva Banari	"He's a total man-hunk, but he knows it. Man is a /little/ dangerous, and the competition is worse. One of them is apparently an Elder God. Seriously." She wrinkles her nose. "Anyway, don't worry about it. I'm not ready to settle down yet, but there's no reason I can't have a little fun in the meantime~." She smiles. "Life is full of ups and downs. I just think that it's best to take the ups where you can find them, right? Enjoy life!" She waves a hand at that. "There's no way he'd know. For being some super wizard he doesn't pay a whole lot of attention, and I didn't really give him the signals." She leans forward, then. "As for you... He probably saw an amazing and beautiful person. Because that's who you are. Come on, Inga, you have to believe in yourself! Harry isn't a jerk. If he starts pushing away, it's just because he thinks doing that is going to keep you safe." She shrugs, then leans back with a little more serious of an expression. "And we both know that 'safe' is the last thing either of us are."
Inga Freyjasdottir	The wisewoman continues to be stunned by Riva's attitude. It is so completely foreign--and maybe just a little bit..embellished. She wouldn't go so far as to call it fake, but she's seen bravado before--this has that sort of ring to it. Rather than a projection of pure confidence however, it seems a projection of insouciance. Inga frowns gently. When the conversation turns back to herself, Inga flushes again, shaking her head. "Don't tease me Riva. No, of course he isn't a jerk. He's wonderful. He has never pushed me away. All my worries I've expressed they are...just here," she says, tapping her head. "It simply scares me because...because it is just bloody scary! I never thought I would be in a position like this, yet here I am, in love with a man but feeling like I'm trying to stay in afloat in a world I hardly understand, afraid I will do something wrong or--" she huffs, reaching into her cloak pocket to pull out her comb. She begins unbraiding her hair, preparing to fix it nicely for the rest of the day. She can take out her frustration on the tangles. A softer sigh. "No...we are not safe. I don't think anything is safe...but we do our best," she replies.
Riva Banari	Finally, Riva lets off a bit, deflating slightly as she blows a bit of stray hair out of her face. "Yeah. Cast across space and time, dragged into that stuff with no backup or direction except a bunch of sassy bees, and then on top of that, dealing with all of us, modern life... and a side of the end of the world. You kind of have your hands full- Here, let me help you with that." She reaches out to offer to help with Inga's hair. "We do our best... but there's something way more important that we have to deal with now."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga reaches up then and puts her arms around Riva gently. "Deal with you all? You make it sound like a chore. I thank the gods daily that I've met you--you and Harry...and others. Heh...I have friends, something I could not have said before I came through Agartha to Kingsmouth. It's all madness, terrifying and unimaginable. But I'm beginning to think, given the chance to go back to my life before? I would not," she says. She releases Riva and surrenders the comb, turning to give Riva access to her obscenely long hair. "More important...you speak of Kingsmouth? Of the Filth?"
Riva Banari	Riva tends to Inga's hair, carefully straightening it out and working out the tangles. "Nonsense. This is even more critical." Riva replies. "If you're going to move in with Harry, you're going to desperately need clothing." There is a terrible gleam in her eyes. "As soon as we're leaving here, Inga, we're going shopping."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga shivers a little, then relaxes. Having her hair combed is always excellent. "Going to? I've lived there for weeks," she says, lulled by the hair combing. "Shopping...alright, yes that would be good," she continues.
Riva Banari	"Shows how much attention I've been paying, God." Riva huffs to herself as she combs. "Now finish your breakfast, and as soon as we're all cleaned up let's go see what everyone else is up to."
Inga Freyjasdottir	"Breakfast...alright..." she says dreamily, reaching for food. Oh no, her weakness revealed.