1745/Winter Wonderland ft. Inga and Harry

Winter Wonderland ft. Inga and Harry
Date of Scene:	07 March 2015
Location:	Dresden's Apartment
Synopsis:	It's a lovely weekend... for vacation!
Cast of Characters:	206, Inga

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Harry Dresden (206) has posed:
    For once, it was not the Beetle that transported the pair of lovers to the wild north of Vilas County Wisconsin. Nope, Harry scouted otu a Way there, and the pair had a slightly harrowing wal k through Faerie to get there. Just a few killer frost snappers and plants to light on fire, nothing too impressive. The Way out lands Harry and Inga... on the front walk of a modern looknig cabin on a winding blacktop road. It's not 'lone cabin in the woods' by far, but it is much more secluded than Chicago. There's a lake down a hill through the trees, the sound of some kids playing in the snow somewhere behind the wooded lot surrounding the house, and somewhere an Ice Auger is drilling a hole in the lake.

    Harry snorts and shoulders the duffle bag he's carrying. "So, this work for you? Welcome to Manitowish Waters."

Inga has posed:
Inga exits the Way, blinking at the sudden change of environment. One would think she'd be used to it by now, but travel like that is still rather jarring. Still... "That was a far less terrifying way to travel. We should do that more often," she comments.

Inga thinks Harry is a scary driver.

The Seer looks to the cabin, then closes her eyes. The cabin looks very nice, and while she would have prefered almost complete solitude, what is truly important is the quiet. Inga's shoulders visibly loose a bit of their tension, her mind and body beginning to relax now that she's not being quite as likely to be assailed by visions at every turn. "Yes, this will do nicely," she replies, opening her eyes as she reaches out to put her hand on his arm, flashing him a serene smile. "Thank you Harry. You know I love living with you...but the city can be overwhelming," she explains.

Her eyes are drawn down to the like where a hole is being drilled. "Fishing?" she inquires, eyebrow raised in question.

She's also wondering if the cabin has a tub, naturally.

Harry Dresden (206) has posed:
    Harry snorts. "Well, there's... you know, lonesomer cabins, but this place is 15 minutes outside of town by car, and there's another beater in the cabin's garage for us to use. Uh, and yeah. Lights, hot water and a radio. And gas heat, so, no wood stove to worry about." A grin. "All the comforts of the apartment, only smaller and not crowded like the city."
    A look to the lake though. "Yeah, fishing. Though the season's nearly over... officially. Game wardens will be coming round to get rid of the shanties." He points further out into the dark of the evening, where clusters of wooden shacks can be seen out on the lake.

Inga has posed:
That eyebrow climbs just a little higher. "Beater...?" she asks. Is that a sort of car?

Also, she /likes/ the woodstove! Nothing like a real fire to make her feel at home. "Is there a tub?" she asks with a hopeful smile. "I'm hoping for a great big tub that perhaps might fit two," she adds.

A nod to the lake. "I haven't fished in some time. Perhaps we can take a walk out on the ice," she adds, then moves to see the inside of the cabin.

Harry Dresden (206) has posed:
    "You just want to... I know what you want, minx." Harry shakes his head. He woke up a monster.
    That said the inside of the cabin is... homey. There's mounts nad trophies on the wall. Deer heads and a rack of big crappies on drift wood and kitschy northwoods stuff. There's also a gas stove, an old refridgerator, windows all around.
    The bathroom... does have a tub, a real tub, though two people would be cosy sitting down. There's a shower in there too.
    The bedroom is more of the same, with a trio of mattresses piled up to make a bed and blankets piled high. "Jimmy says the heat doesn't get into the bedroom so good anymore."
    The living room... loveseats, couch, a radio in the corner, and an unplugged TV.

    Harry... smiles. "What do you think?"

Inga has posed:
Inga gives him quite a look. "I want to enjoy a hot bath with you, is that really so wrong?" she asks. She actually looks worried. Has she done something wrong? Was she too enthusiastic?

Inga moves inside, her eyes roaming to take it all in. She doesn't mind the deer heads or the kitschy northwoods decorations.

She is pleased to see the tub, even if /someone/ doesn't want to join her in it she'll certainly enjoy a good, long soak. She'd even brought some scented bath salts she'd purchased in a little shop that sold all sorts of smelly things for baths and showers.

A blink at the three mattresses piled up. That seems excessive? Ah well. "I think we'll be fine...or I will at least, you radiate heat like hot coals," she comments, then turns to him, unable not to smile back when faced with his. "It's very nice. I like it. You've been here before?" she asks.

Harry Dresden (206) has posed:
    Harry snorts and kisses the back of Inga's head. "I am joking with you... you know I hardly mind that." He in fact agrees vigorously with it, most of the time. "You're a frisky valkyr and I'm okay with that."
    A chuckle as Harry starts poking through the cabinets for supplies. "And actually I am in favor of the whole place. I mean, for a while. I've got the Alphas chasing down spooky stuff for the weekend at least. And they've got the number for the phone up here if they need to call." There is in fact an old Bakelite wall mounted phone next to the dinner table for just such an emergency. "Besides, I don't like not having a chance to call 911 if i need to, you know? What if I blow myself up, who will I get to help?" A rakish grin.

Inga has posed:
Inga blushes slightly, shaking her head at him. "I am no such thing...I am simply a woman blessed by Freyja," she replies, lifting her chin slightly.

Then she gives his bum a quick pat before she moves to take a seat and start removing her boots.

"I'm sure the Alphas will have no trouble--and if they do, we are not far," she replies.

A grins forms. "Mmm, it isn't as though you live with a healer--what are you looking for?" she inquires, setting her boots aside. She'd like to go for a walk, but not just yet. They have time to settle in first.

Harry Dresden (206) has posed:
    Harry snorts and smiles. "Well. What if we both have to like... I dunno stay in and do nothing and then we run out of food and we have to call out and I don't know I like being able to..."
    He takes the Union radio out of his ear and plants it above the sink on the window sill. "Not have to listen to that for a while."

Harry Dresden (206) has posed:
    he also accepts the pat on his bottom with a purring growl in his chest. "Hi~"

Inga has posed:
Inga laughs lightly. "Afraid will be snowed in and have to fish to feed ourselves? That is highly unlikely Harry. Besides, you can open a Way or I can use my talisman to Agartha," she says with a laugh.

She watches him remove his radio, then goes to do the same, looking worried for a moment--then guilty. She sighs, but removes the radio for now. "Yes...I should focus on relaxing...but I am worried about Ragnarok," she sighs.

Inga pads on barefeet to a window, looking outside into the trees. Oh, trees. She loves trees. "Did you know that the trees speak? That they remember? But it is a quiet memory, slowly unfolding," she says softly.

Harry Dresden (206) has posed:
    "Well, you wanted... Hold on." Harry snorts and plucks up the radio again, flipping it around to record.

Harry Dresden (206) has posed:
    That done, Harry does plant the radio back on the counter where it can squawk and alert him to stuff he doesnt' want to care about for a few days. "Hmmm, now then, where was I. Right. Trees. I... I'm not realyl one to listen to the trees. I mean old ones sometimes just let it out at you but..."

    A look out at the jackpines and stuff in the back yard. "Most of these guys are too young in tree years to know much of anything important."

Inga has posed:
Inga looks confused for a moment. "Are you recording the tr--" then he begins to speak and all becomes clear. He's letting others know they will be less reachable than usual. She leans against the windowsill, smiling softly. "Well, that should settle that at least...suppose I won't be needed immediately for anything," she comments, still sounding a bit unsure.

She looks out the window again, lips pursing thoughtfully. "Mmm, where are all the old trees? Have they all been cut down? Still...they speak, and it is different. More soothing," she says, turning to wander away from the window and look for a kettle. She's brought tea at least.

Inga looks to Harry, a little sheepish. "I hope I haven't upset you with my talk about the city...I do appreciate all this," she says, gesturing vaguely around them.

Harry Dresden (206) has posed:
    There are a few choices. There's an old metal kettle and also an electric kettle, something even Harry can't break since it's a thermostat and a heater and a plastic kettle and that's it. "I'm sure Riva or someone will come waltzing in at some point but yeah, this is okay. Uh."

    He sighs and fises around in the fridge. It would seem Jimmy's left some leftovers in here, and also packages of frozen perch and walleye. Mmmmm. "about 150 years ago, all of this landwas clear cut for the lumber indutry and then left to grow back haphazardly. If you're looking for Old Growth, you've have to go up to the place where we did the Solstice ritual. This is all managed lumber property in the back. Every few years they bring in foresters to pull out the crappy trees and push it back towards what it was long ago. WIthout the magic. I mean... we could go and do that somehow but that's hardly... natural."

Harry Dresden (206) has posed:
    The 'upset' part gets him to soften his look. "Hardly. I'm just, you know, a city boy born and bred so this is always a little wierd."

Inga has posed:
Inga doesn't really know how to use an electric kettle, even with how ridiculously simple it is, but as it has a wire and a plug she immediately distrusts it and goes for the trusty kettle, settling that with water on the stove, which she lights after a few tries.

"Tch...Riva had better now come waltzing in--what is a waltz, by the way?--I haven't even seen her lately. She must be rather busy," she responds, finding a couple of cups.

Inga turns toward Harry then, frowning slightly. "I liked the spot where we held Yule...that was very nice," she comments, thoughtfully.

Inga moves over to stand beside him, leaning against him as she waits for water to boil. She laughs a little, shaking her head. "I thought I knew what crowded was. Things have certainly changed," she begins. "There are things I will admit, that are nice about living in your city, certainly. I hope you are not personally insulted when I need to get away. I was thinking..." she says, idly plucking at the fabric of his shirt. "...Well, I was thinking I might have a cabin built somewhere. A place like this, where we can go when we need the quiet. Certainly it could not hurt? I was thinking of asking Sir Bedivere and Lady Arturia if I might have something built a small ways from the village there. What do you think?" she asks, obviously a bit concerned. She's afraid she will insult him and his hospitality.

Harry Dresden (206) has posed:
    Harry blinks. "Dangit, why didn't i ask Bedivere that. I should have asked Bedi that. I'm dumb." He swts his head and sighs. "See, this is why I have you. Because you're smart and sexy and you actuallythink ahead. Damn." He sighs, and smooches Inga's head, grousing. "I'm also sure they've got a house or something that's not being lived in there. If not, I can get the Bricklayers to come around and make one, I suppose. A secondary office/house. I'm sure a Wizard Detective could still get work in the Dun."

Inga has posed:
She brightens considerably at his response, blushing a bit at the compliments so casually thrown in. "Tch, shush...you'd not have thought about it, 'city boy' that you are," she laughs, giving his shirt a tug downward so she can kiss him. Can't really do so without him bending over or the use of a stepstool.

"I would like to be close enough to the village for day trip but far enough away to have a bit of privacy," she continues, smile growing. "A country home, yes. With the worlds as they are, travel is fairly easy between them."

Her smile slips some. "Then, they could say no. Perhaps they do not want a 'witch' living so close by. For a Christian Sir Bedivere is remarkable tolerant but..." she trails off, shaking her head. "Well, we will have to provide a sufficent gift before we ask," she decides, smile returning. She goes for another kiss, longer and more heated.

Then the kettle whistles. "Oh...right, tea," she says, and disentangles herself reluctantly to make it.

Harry Dresden (206) has posed:
    Nope. No disentangling. Harry's hands wrap around Inga's waist, and one hand flips off the knob for the stove. But she's trapped now as he holds her close. "Well, i'm sure we can work something out. Though gifts for Bedi would be difficult. He'salready got his lady fair and a home and all that. I'm not sure what he'd want for at this point, other than less harassment from Mordred and the others."
    A hand pets at his witch's hair. "And you'd be surprisedat his tolerance. He puts up with me, doesn't he?"

Inga has posed:
Well then, no disentangling. Inga's eyebrows rise, but he flicks the knob so the kettle quiets down.

A wicked smile curves, slow like honey. "That is simply how things are done. A gift for a gift. An arm ring of gold or--well, if it were anyone else I would suggest some fine liquor," she laughs, wrapping her arms around him. "/You/ are not a heathen witch...though really, I do wonder what is so different," she says, frowning slightly. Sexism!