(2018-02-22) A Lot of Magical Eggs In One Basket
Log Title
Summary: Eddie and Scorse visit Tyla and talk The Mirror, security.
Date: IC Date (2018-02-22)
Related: None
Player Characters: Eddie, Scorse, Tyla

Even when coming up the dirt road that leads onto the property, the rolling hills that can be seen in the background are easily viewed. It's a fairly open space that this farmhouse, greenhouses and shop sit upon, the area just outside of the city, yet feeling as though it were hours away. Sitting back along the property is the farmhouse, the windows sparkling whenever sunlight hits against them and the wrap-around porch offering an inviting place for people to sit and enjoy the view. Several tall trees are spaced around the house, their branches stretching out so that shade is offered over it, serving as homes to birds and wildlife that can be heard during the day. What used to be the garage has been converted into the florists shop, the door usually left open on the days where the weather allows it. Buckets of flowers and ready-made bouquets sit on either side of the door, waiting for people to sort through them.

There's not much grass visible in the front yard, instead replaced with gardens to either side of the driveway, the blooms of flowers vibrant during the warmer months. The garden on the right side is strictly flowers and flowering shrugs, lilacs and rosebushes easily visible, their scents mingling together. Flowers are clumped together, the various blooms changing with the months, yet all of them looking well-tended.

To the left of the driveway is a vegetable garden, each row neatly planted, the plants that flourish looking healthy and rather large. The leafy greens of carrot tops and lettuce take up one area, along with tall tomato plants, the fruit that hangs from it varying from greens to reds. Tall stalks of corn can be seen, as well, along with sunflowers, their heads turned toward the sunlight, their seeds offered up as feed for the various birds that visit the yard. The foot of the garden has been planted with lush herbs, their smells mixing together, growing together in an almost wild look.

Further to the right are several greenhouses that take up a fair portion of space, the doors always kept closed to care for the plantlife that is inside, the stages of life varying from newly grown sprouts to blooming flowers. Slightly behind the greenhouses there is an old barn, it's kept in decent condition; painted the same color as the house and it's trim.

The backyard is fenced in with a six foot tall fence, painted the same color as the trimmings on the house. A gate opens up into the well maintained back yard. There is a small patio with a barbecue, an above ground pool, with an attached jaccuzzi.

Tyla is pretty much camped out in the backyard, and has been since the mirror showed up. Luckily she has lots and lots of books, and good wifi. She's sitting in the backyard, lights on, in a very comfortable chair, one of those big wooden ones, just curled up and reading, phone next to her.

Scorse arrives with a handful of old books under his left arm, hand holding them to his side. He's coming from the kitchen with a muffin that is already missing a few bites. Bea refuses to not feed him whenever he shows up, which is rather counts on. "Good evenin', Tyla. How goes the patrol? Any more strange bedroom furniture show up yet?"

"I like this back-to-nature thing you're doing," Eddie says, peeking over the back of the chair. Reading over her shoulder, actually. He waves at Scorse, and adds to the marketeer's question: "Or any other magic thing, really. A sword in a stone, maybe, or a pair of ruby slippers?" He steps out from behind the chair and sort of looks around, leaning down to peek under a book for artifacts. "What happened to your tent?" he asks absently, mid-search.

Tyla probably feed Scorse whenever he comes over too. People tease Tyla about owning several businesses, but the truth is she probably feeds the Freehold (what there is of it, right now) daily and she needs the extra income. When she hears Eddie's voice behind her, she goes slightly purple as her hair tries to hide the book since it's a trashy romance novel. "N-no. N-nothing n-new." She stammers, more at getting caught reading what she is than the questions. "And the s-slippers in the book were actually s-silver. They made them ruby to show up on film b-better." She looks at the tent and shakes her head. "N-no. Audgrim had a bit of an episode." She explains, trying to sit on the book.

"Hey there, Eddie. Good to see you!" Scorse walks over and holds the four older volumes out to Tyla. "I grabbed a few books for you, in case you ran out of stuff to read. Classic stuff, other than that bottom one, which is I think some kind of primer on Elvish, maybe? Or Orchish porn, I can't read it, so maybe you have some luck? But, first edition of Scarlet Letter and Cantebury Tales!" He smiles, trying to be helpful in his own little ways.

"I liked the movie better," Eddie says, "there was dancing." He gives up the search and looks over at the tent and then back at Tyla. "What set him off?" He sounds more curious than concerned. He eyes the books Scorse is offering, shakes his head and snorts. "The people in this town. It beats what I've been reading, I guess."

"Yeah, it's no thing. Tyla. Really. Just read them in the next, um, four days?" Scorse smiles innocently and sweetly and steps back away to not be in anyone's personal space. "Audgrim? That the lil savage guy with the claws? Think I met him when I came over to see Bea before? Little rough around the edges, right?" Scorse moves over to the empty seat after giving the jacuzzi a glance first. After sitting back comfortably, he turns to Eddie. "Whatever came of that girl you was with before with the odd name?"

Eddie nods once, suspicion confirmed, and doesn't seem to think much more about it. He looks at the greenhouse, finally, and frowns. "I guess it's still in there, or you wouldn't be glamping." He looks back over his shoulder at Scorse, thinks on it, and shrugs. "You'll have to narrow it down. Everyone in this town's got a weird name. It's like you're all Mormons."

Tyla smiles and shakes her head, not taking the books. "I have a great memory, but I'm not a speed reader. And I don't have any gloves. I would be so worried I would do something to them." She explains and blushes a bit. "And I've already read them if I'm g-going to be completely honest." She admits. "Still there." She agrees, getting up from her chair. "I check it every now and then to be sure, but it's quiet." She chews on her lower lip and ducks her head down. "It uh… d-doesn't say anything b-back either." Oh look! Tyla has a house. It's really interesting right now.

Scorse hmphs from over in his seat and waves high right hand dismissively. "No more gifts for Tyla. So noted." He looks over to Eddie with a confused expression. "How many silver haired ladies you jump out a window for on a daily basis? That I am around to see?" Scorse shakes his head, his right hand rising, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. "Anyways, so nothing to report. Have you peeked at it recently?"

"Don't talk to the mirror," Eddie says. He stares at the greenhouse for a while longer and frowns some more, and finally manages to tear his eyes away. He starts lighting a cigarette, just to give him something else to look at, for a second. "Well, unless you're planning to embarrass any intruders to death," he gestures with his match at Tyla's romance novels, shaking it out, "I'd say your security could use some work. I had some thoughts." He takes a drag and looks at Scorse. "Oh, her. No clue who she is, still. I don't guess you had any better luck, getting Tyla to draw her?"

"No luck. Soon as I start thinking about her, everything gets fuzzy. Right there on the tip of your tongue. LIke..you can see it clearly, then nothin'" Scorse shrugs his shoulder and reaches into his jacket to bring out a silver flask. Unscrewing the top, he takes a gulp and glances over towards the greenhouse. "Shouldn't we just drag the thing out and torch it and be done with it? What are we keeping it around for? It ain't no good, we know that much?"

"I've already t-talked to the mirror, it d-doesn't talk back." Tyla admits, her hair rolling slowly and flickering. "I had the same thing happen, when I tried to d-draw the one who gave you our crown." She explains to Eddie. "I wonder if it has something to d-do with the whole fog thing and all that? G-going to try and remember some p-people see me if I can draw them." She chews on her lower lip and looks back at the greenhouse and then at the house. "House has the m-most of the security." She admits. "Mainly just motion lights out here for the greenhouses."

"Talking to mirrors is what crazy people do in the movies." Eddie looks the greenhouse up and down, then back at Scorse's recommendation with a grin. "She doesn't like burning things. Trust me, I've been through this. Anyway, we kind of need it. Nobody told you about the Doc's horoscopes, I take it?" Back to the greenhouse. He doesn't like it, he finally decides, not one bit. "Show us this Hollow you're so proud of."

Scorse just looks confused. Seems to be a normal state for him when out among the others, so doubtful anyone even notices anymore. "Doc's horoscopes? No? What does that have to do with evil mirrors from another dimension?" He looks to Eddie, then Tyla, then back to Eddie. "Who's hollow? Mine is at the shop and it's a bit of a drive?"

"Well I figure it came here for someone, and since it's still here it was for m-me?" Tyla explains and gestures to the greenhouse. But she's frowning and her hair has gone flat again, almost clinging to her. "M'not c-crazy." Tyla mumbles and turns away from the greenhouse and starts to head to the burnt out tree on the other side of the backyard. "He said not to b-break the mirror. He d-didn't say anything about n-not talking to it. And it c-could be the dream mirror n-not this one." She says as she steps into the tree.

This isn't a large space, although it seems larger because of the four rooms that make up the place. Two large rooms to the north and the south, with passages and tunnels to two smaller rooms to the east and west. All the rooms are circular. There are two entrances, one in the north room, the other in the south; tunnels narrow slightly and slant upward and out. Along the tunnels, small stones with carvings line the path.

Each room is blanketed with a thick layer of dark green moss, little white and yellow flowers dotting the surface. The moss extends nearly up to the ceiling but doesn't quite reach it. The ceiling itself if a light stone. All along the walls, vine poke through the moss on the floor and spread up to the ceiling. In the larger rooms the vines extend across the ceiling and meet in the center of the room to hang down a little in the middle of the room. All along the vines are white flowers; from very small to so large that the vines can hardly hold the weight of the blossoms. At first glance they appear to just be flowers, however when they are touched by any sort of light, the flowers start to glow and radiant softly throughout the room giving everything a nice cheery glow.

"I'll fill you in on the walk," Eddie says, going to follow Tyla. He clears his throat and does his best Lucas voice, reciting a really ominous sounding kind of prophecy, with fire and mirrors and everything. He has it all memorized by now, and doesn't even have to consult his notes. He stops to stub out his cigarette on the side of the tree before his follows Tyla inside, flicking the butt over his shoulder and through the gate. He makes way for Scorse, and looks around. He hasn't been here, before. "I guess it's good these things are still around," he says, not sounding like he really believes it.

Scorse follows the two into the tree, looking around as he enters the hollow. "Well, this cozy?" He runs a hand over the green moss and flicks at a medium size blossom hanging from the ceiling. "It's very natural, Tyla. It fits you well." He nods to Eddie as he walks past him. "Okay, so can't destroy it. Well, I got no other ideas on the damn thing. How long you had this, Tyla?"

Tyla takes off her sneakers and moves more to the middle, wiggling her toes happily in the moss as she settles down easily. "Had it since before we forgot everything. Since before I changed and lost it. I couldn't get in here when I had all those powers and then, waking up now it was here again." She pets the moss gently. Well, it wasn't like this right away, it took some work." She admits, comfortable and relaxed in her own place. "Oh shit!" She exclaims sitting upa bit, hair flickering excitedly. "That's the smoking mirror? Of course it is. I won't make any promises around it." She bounces up and heads over to one of the side rooms, "I should check on the hedge fruit." The other off-side room has the start of an archive.

Eddie watches Tyla frolic in the moss, raising one eyebrow. He goes off to inspect one of the siderooms, a bark of laughter echoing back into the hallway. He peeks his head back out. "You just put that together? It's a literal smoking mirror. As for what to do about it?" He makes way for Tyla. "I'm not sure yet. I was thinking we might move it here. What kind of wards has this place got? How many doors?"

Scorse just idly walks around the place, poking his head into each of the different rooms. "A little woodsy for my tastes. You should come by and see mine sometime? But, it beats a tent outside, for sure?" He ends up back in the first room, looking for a place to sit himself down. Eventually, just dropping to the floor against a mossy wall. "What you growin', Tyla?"

"Just the one into the Hedge. Haven't been back since you and Jack did the thing with the crowns. Not sure if the Hedge is still cleared out from the crown thing. Well and the one out to the Farmhouse." She comes back and settles into the moss again. "It's pretty big though. I mean I could take out some of the windows to get it out. Unless you guys can move it without doing that? I thought you didn't like being close to the gate and all?" She says to Eddie, the smiling over to Scorse, "Just fruits for healing, nothing like what Bea does. But it'll help, you know?" She turns back to Eddie with a faint smile. "And yeah, took me a while. Guess I was just recovering over seeing myself melt away or something like that." She admits.

"I wouldn't mind seeing myself evaporate," Eddie says, kind of wistfully. While the others enjoy the moss he continues his inspection, raising his voice as needed as he noses around. "I don't know any special tricks about moving mirrors. As for the gate, I don't like it, but Hollow wards beat a glass wall most of the time." Out in the tunnel he leans in and squints at the carvings that line the path. "Speaking of Bea, she might be able to help," he calls.

"I got nothing to help other than my own arms in moving it. I reckon we might have to take a wall down to be safe and not turning it to reflect anyone?" Scorse offers from the first large room, his voice easily rising to be heard in the small hollow with it's excellent rounded acoustics. He pulls out his flask and takes a drink for himself. "Healing fruits are good! Anything that lets Scorse live longer is a good thing! I have a very strong aversion to pain and death!"

"Well it's pretty much covered up now, but easy access to be able to see it if we need to. Took me a while to get it all set up in there. I can undo it though if need be." She leans back a little to call out to Eddie. "Lucas already looked over the Hollow, said the wards were good, if that's what you mean? I already raided her library to start mine." She explains and grins at Scorse, "That's the plan anyway. Keep everyone alive. I found out that if I make it up a certain way it'll heal others too. People who can't even see you guys." She chews on her lower lip. "Do we even know if it's brought in here the wards would let it?" She asks, looking back and forth between the two Lost.

Eddie makes a few rubbings of those carvings in his notebook, then comes back into the room with the rest of them. "Too bad they don't have an aversion to us," he grins at Scorse, raising his own flask in salute. Cheap bourbon, from the smell of it. "No idea," he shakes his head at Tyla's question, "but if doesn't there's other things we could do. Like have Bea loan you a couple of hundred security guards, for instance. The bees are all huddled up for winter, but if you give them some place warm I bet she could wake them up."

Scorse empties his own flask and sighs deeply. "Y'all, I'm going to need to go back to the shop and check on a few things, if you can handle this for now. I apologize, but my Early Monkey Alert System is telling me we are apparently out of frozen burritos and Jasper is threatening to revolt." Scorse pushes himself up and stretched for a minute. "Again, sorry for the short visit, Tyla. I'll drop by again soon with better gifts for you. Eddie, call me and we'll get a burger?"

"I'm sure bees would love the greenhouse, but it's the wrong one. I took everything out of it and put it in to the second one. Well the flowers anyway. Covering up all the light in a greenhouse isn't really a great place for plants." She explains as she chews on her lip thoughtfully. "I suppose we could open up the top or something when the mirror is covered. Though I'm not sure if it'll fit in here either. It's about 8 feet tall, and… 3 people wide. What is that, 5 feet? We can move the glass, but I don't know how we'll get it in through the tree. And…" Tyla pauses thining of something. "I mean, if it poofed into the greenhouse, there must be a reason for it, right? What if we move it and it just poofs back there again? No one is going to accidentally touch it or look at it how I have it set up now." She offers.

"I'm not worried about 'accidentally'," Eddie says, looking askance at Tyla. He looks around the Hollow and sighs. "So nix moving it here, for now," he says, waving one hand to wipe away the idea, "Another thought I had was to bury it. Not like dig a hole, so much, as just make a pile around it. Save you seven years bad luck if something should crack the roof open. Like something with wings, say. I can't see needing to get in it in a hurry, unless you book two dates at once and one of them's on fire."

"Oh." Tyla says quietly. "I didn't think of that." she admits. "I guess I could build something up around it? Either inside the greenhouse, or outside? But the birds seem to be pretty out of sight out of mind sort of thing. At least with the crowns. But I can get some plywood and make something. It doesn't have to be pretty, right?" Tyla sighs and wiggles her toes in the moss. "And keep trying Lucas, I guess."

"There's always dirt," Eddie suggests with a shrug. "But I'll leave the engineering to you." He kneels down to inspect this moss everyone is so wild about, pinching a little between his fingers. He looks like he wants to eat it, but even he knows better than to eat strange things out of the Hedge. "On the subject of crowns," his eyes roll up to look at her, "You're not keeping them both around here, are you? The farm, I mean."

"I am." She agrees and stands up and heads over to where she is growing the hedge fruit. She plucks a ripe one and walks it over to Eddie to hand it to him. "Can't really keep them at the laundromat with all the birds there. I have a lot of money but I'm running out of places with safes." She points out. "And maybe the mirror came here because the crowns are here? Maybe it knew people would always be around to protect it? Or something. I don't know. The crowns aren't touching or anything."

"That's still a lot of magical eggs in one basket," Eddie says, grinding the moss to bits between his fingers and standing up. "Anyway last time we kept two under the same roof for too long things got upsetting, and I met a girl the other night who could reach inside a safe without bothering to open it. I'm not enthusiastic over the possibilities of safes." He eyeballs the exit, then pulls back his coat sleeve to look at his watch. It stopped ticking, when they went through the gate. "Cheap piece of shit. I guess it doesn't matter, 'til we think of some place else to put one. I've got one to go move, anyway."

Tyla waggles the fruit in Eddie's direction. "Take it, let it rot if you want?" She offers with a little shrug of her head. "Last time we had two under one roof, one was being worn all the time, if I recall. Wasn't so much the two of them, but who had them?" She suggests and offers the fruit again. "And she has to know about them, and where they are too, right? I mean if people can just home in on them, is there any point of moving them? I mean, I know I'm not exactly any… or much protection but it's something? But until we find that last one…" She heads to the exit to put her sneakers back on. "I don't know what to do." She admits.

"Nobody does. Nobody friendly, anyway. We'll figure it out, but not tonight." Eddie takes the fruit, sniffs it, and gives it a squeeze in a few places to bruise it before he sticks it in his pocket. "Thanks. I'll talk to Bea about getting you some bees, maybe. Enjoy the great outdoors."

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