(2018-02-23) Trade Negotiations
Trade Negotiations
Summary: Bird People show up with a hostage for trade, and now there are birds just staring at people at the farmhouse too.
Date: IC Date (2018-02-23)
Related: None
Player Characters: Finn, Penny, 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.


It's a little after six pm, and it's a sweltering night. No wind currently circulating to make things cool. It's still, hot, and sticky. But silent, right? So, very, very silent.

Tyla doesn't have as much of a spread out tonight as other nights - but to be fair she's spent pretty much all day either digging a really deep hole, arguing with people, or building a really ugly box around the greenhouse with the mirror in it. But still, she did send out that letter, and she hasn't heard from everyone yet, so there is food on the table ready to go. Again she's lounging in the hot tub in a modest bathing suit, bottle of something cold and boozy in her hand, eyes closed as she appreciates the quiet.

Finn got Tyla's letter, but he hasn't had a chance to come over at yell at her yet. Until now. You can tell he's angry, because he didn't bring any pie with him. He's in khaki shorts and a tee with running shoes as he stomps his way into the yard, waving the letter in one fist. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!?" he hollers, rather than a simple hello.

"What is the hell is this nonsense?" Scorse comes into the yard from the road this time, not even bothering to stop into the house as usual. Jasper is on Scorse's shoulder mimicking Scorse's arm movements. He holds the later, shaking it at Tyla while stomping across the field towards her. "I thought you might be a bit 'touched', but I didn't think you were bat shit crazy? This is the single worst plan I've ever heard of and that includes rebooting Magnum P.I.!"

There's a very, very faint sound in the distance. Like a motor. A car approaching, perhaps?

"Finn, you're too late to yell at me, Eddie, Bea, and Audgrim already got me earlier in the day. I can try to explain it, but I'm sure you won't understand." She takes a sip of her drink and glances over first at Finn then at Scorse. "Either of you. It's just a thing we don't understand the same anymore." She looks back at Finn and takes another sip. "Could you at least hop into the hot tub and get your tshirt wet when you yell at me?" Crazy Tyla is apparently a little more flippant… she still blushes a bit as she asks though. "Make it a little more enjoyable for me?"

Finn looks at Tyla, gobsmacked. She's not that forward, is she? He splutters a bit. "Is that even you? Are you possessed? Wait, are you a Fetch!?" He peers at her suspiciously.

It's a hot, windless night. In the yard of the farm there's people arguing-slash-yelling. Or were, until Finn started to look at Tyla with _suspicion_. Meanwhile, Scorse and Jasper are yelling at her too, ando/or looking suspicious. Tyla's blushing for her part.

There's a rumbling sound in the distance. Like a motor rolling…

"I didn't get a Fetch. I think." Tyla says from the hot tub as she takes another drink while speaking to Finn and Scorse, although more to Finn right now both are outside yelling at Tyla at her semi-daily barbecue. "I might be a vampire now though. At least Eddie says they are actually a thing, which I didn't know. But I don't have a reflection anymore. In that mirror anyway." She tries to pout and takes another sip. "Please? It's not like I'm going to remember it anyway."

"Wait, are you flaming mirror Tyla? Where's our Tyla?!" Confused is a somewhat adorable look on Finn, but the frustration is real. "Why would you make a pact with the thing that showed us ON FIRE!" he asks, exasperated.

Penny got an invite to a barbecue! So she's a little late, but she's here. She brought Faygo(tm) soda and ice in a pull-along cooler, and is just toodling along, ready to eat and have a good time and there is yelling. She picks up the pace and makes her way to the confrontation. "Hello, wacky funsters, what's goin on?" She looks a tad confused.

Scorse stops near the tub, looking non too pleased with any of this, but not knowing Tyla enough to catch onto odd behavior like Finn. "Why would you ever trust this? What of it kills you? What if it takes your memories and nothing changes? Huh?" The older merchant shakes his head, the little hob clinging to his shoulder does the same thing. "What's going on? Tyla is going to make a deal with the mirror and let her steal her mind to maybe get the wind back!"

Tyla sighs and says calmly, "Because of the weather. I put it in the letter. If the weather isn't fixed the Freehold stuff? Doesn't matter. You might as well go home and suffer being sick for not being here and be with your family. Because if the weather isn't fixed we all die anyway." She takes a sip, hair rolling slightly. "There was a prophecy, and honestly it's what gave me the idea because how do you fix the wind? WE broke it, we should fix it. Hey Penny!" The other woman gets a salute with her glass before she takes another sip. "Well if I die and it works, hopefully no one else dies. If it takes my memories and it doesn't happen, we all die." Tyla says with a little shrug and takes another sip.

"Whaddaya mean we broke it? How did we break it? I wasn't even HERE!" Finn says, partly with flailing hands, one of which moves to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I have a headache. This is giving me a headache!"

Penny parks her cooler, then rummages through her pocket, pulling out a grimy piece of paper. "Oh. Yeah, this mess." She shakes her head. "Probably not a good idea. I'm assumin you talked to Lucas about this? Might explain your new hairdo, I guess." She shakes her head some more. "Any burgers on the grill?"

"The thing at the laundromat? That's when we broke the wind." Tyla explains. "It was in a necklace that got destroyed. Poof! Wind gone, unseasonable warm and way too hot weather." She pats the spot next to her in the hot tub. "Cooler in here." she adds, still trying to get Finn wet and in with her. "Helps with headaches too?" She shakes her head at Penny. "I didn't talk to Lucas, no. I didn't talk to anyone about it so so one could stop me from doing it. I just know don't break the mirror, probably don't break any seashell jewelry you see either." She looks at her hair as it shifts slightly. "Hair isn't new though, just more… active with my confidence, I guess?"

That rumbling gets a little bit louder and … a faint breeze lifts the hair of those here. Like a gentle little gale, playful and not at all ominous.

Scorse stops yelling and takes a few breaths, seeming to calm down when Tyla speaks. He looks at the other two and then back to the girl in the hot tub. "Alright. I'm in. WHat do you need me to do?" And just like this, Scorse turns a 180 and drops into one of the near chairs. "You got a place to keep it safe yet? If not, I can find space in the store."

Finn looks over at Penny and grimaces, gesturing with the letter-bearing hand at Tyla. "She's hitting on me! Tyla! That's not normal!" He just throws his hands up at Scorse before he notices the breeze. "And if we broke the wind, what's ruffling my hair!?" he announces.

Penny tips her head up, eyes closed. "Hmm. I passed a storm cloud on the way here, so maybe your juju worked, Ty." She smirks at Finn. "And what's wrong with somebody flirtin with you, Finny-winny? Might be a compliment." She winks with comic exaggeration.

"Ahhh that feels nice." Tyla says with a smile as she stands up so the wind can hit her wet skin. "I always hit on you Finn," she admits, turning slightly purple as she blushes. "You just never noticed because I was always blushing over Jaime more." And that bit of honesty needs a strong drink of liquid courage. "I need to trap some wind, and bind it to the mirror." She points to the covered greenhouse. "Going to seal it up in steel and bury it in concrete when it's done." She explains to Scorse, mouthing 'thank you' quickly to him.

The sky, previously clear (and beautiful) darkens, as the wind picks up speed suddenly and rain clouds start to crawl across the sky at an alarming rate, headed for the Farmhouse.

"How do we trap wind? In a jar? It can't be that simple, right?" Scorse leans back comfortably in the seat, his head rolled to the side where the others are gathered. Mercurial, he hops up to grab a barbequed drumstick, then flops into the chair, gnawing on the chicken. "So, you need digging help, I assume…I can help there some."

"But your memories!" Finn exclaims. "How can you give those away! They're what make you, YOU!" He shakes his head at Penny. Tyla was always too shy for this. At least from what he remembers. He looks over at the clouds. "Uh…that doesn't look right," he murmurs.

Penny has, by this time, made her burger and has eaten half of it. "You know what, Tyla? I get the feelin that we protect you too damn much. I mean, you've needed protectin, but, it's kinda overdone at this point. You're a grown ass woman. I'm gonna miss you rememberin stuff, but if you wanted to pay the price for us, you took the responsibility. All we can do…" She looks over at the winds. "…is grab another burger and head for the greenhouse?"

"Thank you, Penny." Tyla says with a faint smile as she reaches down to turn off the hot tub. "Might as well head in the house. No chairs in the greenhouse." She points out as she steps out of the tub, reaching for her towel. When she speaks it's slowly to make sure she doesn't slur or stutter. "I'm just one person, Finn. I'll just forget, it's not like I'm going to die. There are over seven and a half billion people on this planet. What's one person's memories compared to that." Of course she totally ruins the whole noble thing because she's wrapped up in a towel and finishing off her glass and heading into the house. "I have no idea how you catch wind, except for eating beans for dinner." She admits sadly.

The wind picks up /fast/. Tearing through the yard and slamming doors shut, suddenly. And the clouds reach over head and a torrential downpour of ice cold water floods over them. And underneath the sound of the rain? Rumbling of cars … and the flapping of wings. From all directions birds appear on the horizon.

Jasper quickly scurries into Scorse's coat to get out of the rain, for what little good that will do. "I… guess these the birds y'all been talking 'bout?" Scorse has not been around for any of this, so he takes it all in, turning around quickly with a hand over his eyes to shield from the cold, pelting rain. "Any suggestions, people? I have a really bad feelin' about this."

Finn is a grandpa now. Things like memories have become important to him. The idea of giving away all your recall of times of joy and times of sorry is like a knife to the heart of the Spring. He opens his mouth to protest some more, but then Tyla gets her wish for a wet Finn. The rain soaks him and he looks startled by it, and the sounds of cars and wings coming at them.

"Suggestions? Head for the greenhouse! If these birds know what's up, they're gonna try to go for the mirror!" Penny shivers in the icy wet, though she does cast a quick glance at Wet Tshirt Finn before she starts trying to hustle people towards cover.

"That's a bad idea." Tyla says as she looks at the oncoming birds and clutches the soaked towel around her as she shivers. "Bad idea, the birds have always been after the Coronets before. The Barn still has weapons, and I have a hollow… just no one destroy any jewelry, please?!" She looks torn between the farmhouse and the greenhouse though.

Finn heads for the barn and the weapons. He doesn't have any of his own gear with him, which makes him very nervous. However, armed is better than no armed in any situation.

The cars finally arrive next. Big black vans like something out of a bad spy flick. They pull up at angles, spraying dirt with them. Men and women pile out. Most look human, with vacant stares. But two look like birds given human form. Magnificent sprays of sunset colored feathers rather than hair, sharp angular faces, taloned fingers. A man and a woman.

The woman drags along with her a female figure, bound, and with a black hood over her head.

"Helllooooooo~" Calls the man, in a chirpy, sing-song voice.

Penny slows up as the cars pull up. "Barnum and Bailey's balls, this isn't good," she mutters, turning to face the birdish people. She puts on a fake grin and waves back. "Hi-eeee! So nice of you to come by, Tweety! And who have you brought to play with us?"

Tyla steps forward, it's her home after all. Her hair starts to roll and flicker as it spreads out around her like a puffer fish to make her look bigger. So what if she's a towel as she steps forward, arms crossed over her chest. "Hello." She says slowly, articulating and not at all in her normal friendly manner. "I don't believe you were invited to the barbecue, but if you are going to stay here you are going to have to let that person go. I don't allow that sort of thing her." She takes a quick glance to the Lost she knows, not knowing how they will react.

Finn frowns at the newcomers. He moves to stand beside Tyla, crossing his arms over his own soggy chest. "What she said," he adds.

"Now, now." says the bird-woman. Giving a shake of her fiery feathered head. She nudges the hooded person forward, and kicks her in the back of her knees, causing her to kneel. "Now, then, we're-"

"-here to make an exchange." says the man, smoothly finishing the sentence of the woman. And continuing, "We happen to know-"

"-that you hold two of those lovely coronets." finishes the woman. "Give them to us, or we kill-"

"-her." Says the man, gesturing to the hooded figure.

"Why do you Wonder Tweets have to be so cruel?" Penny clenches her fists, head tilted to one side. "Why is that damn jewelry so important to you?"

Tyla takes a deep breath and swallows as she closes her eyes, opening them with a small shake of her head. "Sorry, no deal." she says quietly. "What's to stop you from killing her once you get them? Leave my property." She swallows and steals herself. "Now."

"Who do you have that would matter to us anyway?" Finn asks, trying to play it cool.

"Cruel?" asks the two of them in unison of Penny, as if they don't understand the word. The question on why the jewelry is important is left behind. Their voices break a part for a moment for the male to answer, Finn, "Oh, just someone you've forgotten."

At the same time the female is answering Tyla, "You'd have our word of honor. Give us the coronets, and you and she live."

Penny rolls her eyes. "You and she, you and she. Betcha Featherhead isn't counting the rest of us in that live thing. This is a bum deal from a bunch of bums."

Scorse makes his way over quietly, taking in the exchange. never bargain from a place of weakness and information is what gives us strength. He moves slowly to edge his way outside of, but between the two parties to better watch the exchange. His arms cross his chest and even Jasper crawls back out to see the bird people, clutching thew shoulder of Scorse's coat. "WHo is it? This ain't no blind bargain deal. You can't trade a nothing for a something. Simple salesmanship."

What he said," Finn says, again, but this time in reference to Scorse!

Tyla's hair gets a little bit bigger around her. Pure fluff since she normally couldn't intimidate a hedgehog, but she's bigger, it's a defense mechanism. She looks over at Penny "I imagine me because of the princess thing from last night." The thing she didn't mention in her letter. "There are others around like me if that's the case, I'm sure. Why do you want the coronets?" she doesn't look at the bound woman because it makes her less real, like the trolley problem.

Penny doubletakes at Tyla. "Hold up. Wait. So that's you under that hood? And there are other yous out here? Did they clone you or something?" If she can, she reaches out and grabs the hood off the woman's head.

The birds look at each other for a moment and then reach out. The female grabs the hood off of the woman. It's dragged away and below is a spill of silver hair, like moonlight off of clear waters. Shimmering and curling.

It's… /definitely/ not Tyla under the hood. More like a Magical Girl out of an anime.

Tyla spots the silver hair and looks over at Scorse, shaking her head to Penny. "No it's a saying not… never mind." She looks over at the bird people. "She's not much leverage if we don't remember who she is. You still haven't said what you wants the coronets are for either." Tyla points out, hair flickering rapidly.

Penny waves at the silver haired girl. "Hey there Magical Princess Doki Doki Waku Waku Chan!" She looks over at Tyla and whispers, "I have no idea who this woman is…"

"That's probably for the best." Tyla mumbles quietly to Penny as she waits for answers to her questions, chewing on her lower lip.

"The same reason you want them." say the Avians in unison.

The Silver Eyed woman looks up toward Penny when she waves at her. A rather terrified and pleading look upon her face.

Meanwhile, the male Avian draws out a knife from a sheath on his arm. It's brought to the woman's neck.

"The coronets, or she dies."

"I remember her, but she still ain't worth what you're askin'. Only met her once, on the run and she means nothing to anyone here. You'll need to up your side of the bargain, if you're wanting the pretties, my friends. " Scorse starts walking close to the avians, but staying out of direct swiping range. "You're apparently new to this, so let me educate you a moment. "Killing her or what may not even be here but a copy? No one here cares. So, go ahead, make a mess and then you can leave with nothing. Or… you offer us something of substantial value and then we can make a trade? We have something you want. YOu currently have nothing we want. You can't take it by force, or you would have already?"

"You kill her, you no longer have leverage, or the coronets." Tyla points out and looks at Scorse, frowning. "You realize I'm not telling anyone where the cornets are? We aren't trading anything." Tyla says finally as she looks over at the bird people. "Leave her, or take her. But get off my property. We aren't trading no matter how much of a smooth talker my friend here is."

Penny keeps quiet, allowing the others to do the wheeling and dealing. She decides to watch the followers of the twin bird people.

The birds, for the moment, ignore Tyla to look toward Scorse. Meanwhile, hundreds and hundreds of birds have alighted upon every surface in a ring around the farmhouse. Some are on the barn, some are on the greenhouse, some by the hottub. Some on electrical wires.

"What is it you want?" the Feathered Twins ask of Scorse. While the male continues to hold the knife at the throat of the silver haired woman.

Scorse smiles wide and cranks it up an extra notch as he rubs his hands together with almost a bit of glee. "Now we're talkin'! See, not too hard, was it? First off, Kill her, leave her here or put her back in the car, but the girl there is no longer part of this little negotiation. May as well just leave her here and save yourself the clean up and caretakin' since she ain't doin' you no good as leverage, right? Just a mouth to feed and a thing to waste time watching over." Scorse starts to pace back and forth a few feet as he talks. "Now here is what I need. A simple little think for you lovely winged folks who spend your time in the clouds, I think. For a little trinket I been working on, I need something so simple, but not for me to get, you see? I need a vial of wind trapped from the highest currents you can reach. And for that, I will give you one of the coronets. Not both. One item for one item. Even trade and you;re still getting what you want out of the deal, just gonna take a wee longer to complete your collection?"

Since she's being ignored for now, Tyla keeps quiet and starts to slowly step back towards the door reaching out to tug on Finn's shirt to nudge him to come along, giving a slight head-pointing that-a-way to Penny as she moves to the door. Whether they follow or not, she's going for the door.

One of the blank-faced people turns slightly in the direction of Penny, but otherwise they stand there rather placid. The bird woman looks down toward the silver haired woman and then up toward Scorse and Tyla. Then toward her twin. They chirp at each other a moment, and then laugh.

"No." The woman is yanked up from the ground, "You may not care, but we're certain Brundle will." And then they start back toward their cars.

Tyla crosses her arms over her chest and watches them go, heading for the picnic table now instead of the house so she can get her phone. All the while she is shooting murderous looks Scorse's way.

Penny tilts her chin and pays close attention to that one blank faced person, not saying a word.

"Now that's just bad business. Good luck to you. When that don't work out, you come to my shop and we'll make a deal. I reckon you know the way there." Scorse shrugs his shoulders. Jasper shrugs his shoulders. And then Scorse laughs at their back, shaking his head slowly. "Like Eddie is gonna fall for that crap. " He watches them leave intently and then once they are in their cars again, he turns around to the others and smiles. "Well, they'll be back again and ready to trade soon enough. And then can kill two birds…heh hehe.. with one stone?"

The people all start to pile into the cars. One seems to linger very, very briefly. Did their mouth just move? They're staring at Penny, but then they get into the car like everyone else…

And the birds? Yes… the birds are still there. Staring, waiting.

"No." Tyla says firmly her hair not going down, still rolling angrily and flickering. "We won't be trading the crowns, and if you think we are, you can go as well." That's said to Scorse as she picks up her phone and starts tapping at it. "Wonder if I can buy one of those flamethrowers." she says idly, looking up at the birds.

Penny lifts a brow, then offers the slightest of nods. Then she turns away and walks towards Tyla. "It's over for now. And hey, are those even legal here? Don't need a knock on the door from the FBI, you know…"

The cars start up, and they drive away… taking the wind, and the rain with them. So now it's /moist/ and hot again. But now there are birds staring at them from all sides.

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