After explaining that he can find the troll, he gives Amara a one eyed glare. "I'm alright with settling in. I'm a goblin." He says this as though that makes everything quite apparent. At the suggestion about Santa Clause, he lets out a harsh laugh. "I'll be a Santa Claus when they let me smoke on the job and give a few snot nosed kids a piece of my mind." It is not entirely clear how serious he is.

Grabble excuses himself to follow the newcomer and Arna in search of the troll. At least, he excuses himself in the sense that he makes some kind of grumbling sound as he turns around and heads out the door. His long trench-coat whips out of site just before the door slams a little too hard.

Sionann had thanked the receptionist with a smile and headed to the restricted section.  As the door swung open she found herself blinking in the face of strings of fairy lights and glittering baubles, complete with a real holly wreath on the inside of the door.  The unexpectedness was enough to make her laugh out loud, something that happened all too rarely of late.  "Well this is...interesting."  She managed finally, her accent soft and without any of the twangs that most American Irish accents had.

"Well, it is getting busy in here. Hello I am Amara" she says to Sionann "And how can we help you? I hope you like Christmas, this room is alive with it"

Two of the people present were Nisse, the small Norwegian red capped Gnomes that gave the world the accepted image of everything from Lawn Gnomes to Santa's Elves to... well, that's about it, the range of white bearded little people in pointy red hats.  They are the Tomten in Sweden and Kabouters in the Netherlands, but.. all the same.  (Though Nisse, Tomten, and Kabouters, citing their different native languages, might dispute that.)

"Oh, we're getting busy!" one of them, Karl, says, as others arrive.

(Technically, they all have Norwegian accents and it sounds sort of like "Oh, Vere gittin beezy!" but your GM has a hard time typing accents.  Mentally convert, if you wish.)

"Are you here to help us?" Karl asks of Sionann, not sure if he should ask anything of Grabble, and content to watch the Goblin go with Gremian and Arna.

Rolf, meanwhile, tells Amara, "If it's all the same, we'd rather not have a Santa Claus, now.  The bakery thing is much more appealing, if we can manage to make it work."

He looks at the newcomers, and adds, "Oh there is a lot of explaining between here and there.  But I don't.. unless one of you wants to spend the rest of your life being a very large version of us, eating cookies and squeezing through chimneys?"

Julian took a moment to dig into his backpack, pulling out a pen and pad of paper to write on, "The paper you have from the Goblin must be a lease. That's a good start. But we'll need to get you papers to show you can legally be here. We don't want a regular health and safety audit to end up getting you exported."

The researcher began jotting down the growing list of items they'd need. Some would be simple enough. Others however, would take a measure of..."creative" methods.

"I don't suppose you have that paper the Goblin gave you on you right now do you? I'd be helpful to see just what he's written you all down as."

Amara smiles "Yes, we wouldn't want the Nisse rounded up and deported as illegals. " she says with a giggle.

"They probably need social security numbers, licenses, a bank account and a cell phone. Just no prank calls to us, OK"

"Cell phones?"  Karl asks.

"Human magic, very powerful," Rolf explains.  "They can speak to each other, and also send Runes.  Such a thing would be good to have... but I think one thing at a time, easier that way, no?  We need our Confectionery papers.  Now, our Goblin Says We Can Stay Here... err... Lease... agreement... it is at our confectionery.  We do not carry such things.  Do we need it?  We should go get it, then.  Or... Gremian is going to nearby, with Arna.  She knows.  Can you... Cell Phone to them?"

Sionann waved off the question, the regular staff here were obviously more than busy at present.  She recognised the Nisse, at least for what they were, and it explained the unseasonable decor, there was no one here not touched by the Veil.  In some ways it was like being at home, only...not.  She was certainly able to wait until the little folk had left to find their papers and anything else they needed, she got the impression they were in much the same predicament as her with regards to needing the paperwork and such to remain here for some length of time.  "Oh I can wait a little, you're obviously a touch swamped.  I've a missing item that needs to be found and perhaps some of the same papers as these fine people to arrange."  She gestured at the Nisse and tried to bury the urgency in her tone.

Amara looks at Sionann "So is there anything you might need as we are working on their stuff. Or would you just like something to eat and drink?"

"I'll just find myself a corner out of the way for now, I've some notes to be writing up anyway."  Sionann hefted her bag by way of illustration.  She had come here for work initially after all.  What she did take the time to do was focus her vision and peer through the Veil at the other woman, noting the difference in her apparent height and her true one.  Sionann seemed to remember seeing her face and name attached to a couple of papers she had read on Egyptian antiquities that had passed through the Library, perhaps they could compare notes at some point when everyone had less on their minds.
Half of her wanted to ask for a cup of tea, but she had seen how Americans brewed the stuff and was more inclined to wait until she had time to discover the kitchen for herself - and possibly buy a kettle to go in it.  For now she would make do with the bottle of water that was tucked in her bag along with everything else.

Amara looks at Sionann "OK, if you want something, just let me know" she waves her hand and a goblet appears in her hand. She takes a sip of it as she looks at the woman, looking at her true self. Seeing what fay really looked like and knowing what they could do were two different things.

Looking at her through the glamour that cloaks the fae in their mundane lives, Sionann looks almost as though she has been in a recent accident.  Her pale skin is marred with grazes that seem to be spiritual rather than physical and her eyes are a dull brown, almost black.  They look a lot like those of the seals that can be found in the bay, or sometimes further up the Hudson, only devoid of the warmth that those creatures convey.  Between her fingers are webs of skin, although they are currently dried and chapped, shrunk back against her hand so that they are almost invisible unless someone looked closely.  It is at odds with the apparently healthy aspect of her mortal seeming and does not give a clear impression of what kind of fae she might be, however it is clear that there is more to her than meets the eye.

The two remaining Nisse are rather eager to commence with the acquisition of Official Papers. Whatever they need, to make their confectionery legal, become The Candymakers, and escape the dread fate of being Christmas Elves for the rest of their lives.

"I've never made a toy in my life," Karl grumbles.  "And I'm afraid of Reindeer."

Rolf, the putative leader of the Nisse (though now it's down to two) sees that Sionann looks a little withdrawn.

"You should come with us," he says.  "We're going to get Official Papers, if you need them too you can see how Amara does it.  And we've got to do something with Dovregubbenson's staff, all the magic we put into it, it's got to come out sooner or later."

Karl, the other Nisse, suddenly looks concerned.

"Wait a moment, Rolf, you never said anything like that before." he says.

"Well I had no need to, I thought everyone understood these things.  It's pure magical potency, sitting there, it will find a way, it's got to do something.  Like a boulder balanced at the top of a mountain, it will find a way down."

"Can't the Troll just use it for something?"

"Oh, no, Power like this has rules, Karl!  You can't be both the Channel and the Direction!  The Troll can't control it alone!  Don't you know the stories, Karl, great magic can grant the wishes of others, the bearers of the magic can't use it on themselves! Dovregubbenson's got to grant wishes... or the wishes will start granting themselves."

Karl looks more confused than usual.  "Granting themselves... would that be bad?"

"Ever had a Wish granted for you?  What if it was someone else's wish, anyone else's, but the magic finds its way to you?  So some little girl wishes for a pony, and poof, you've got a pony.  And then that little girl gets someone else's wish."

"That's not so bad," Karl says.

"Think about it," Rolf says, slightly furrowing the brow under the rim of his red hat.  "Some wishes are very, very inappropriate if find their way to the wrong people."

"Couldn't we have used all that magic NOT to be Christmas Elves," Karl asks.

"Anything but that.  Remember, it's Christmas Magic.  Very powerful.  Fulfills wishes... but won't negate Christmas in any way."

"Sionann, let me know if there is anything I can do for you. I have certain powers that might help. I am Djinn after all" she says with a grin. She doesn't care if other know what she is.

"That might not be a bad idea."  Sionann acknowledged.  "Mine will be a little different because I have documentation saying that I can stay here for a while but that time is coming to an end soon and I am not ready to go home."  She flashed a smile at Rolf, thinking that her paperwork was likely to be both more and less complex than that for the Nisse.  At least she existed as far as the system was concerned, but that also meant her papers could not just be created wholesale.

"Wishes can be dangerous magic."  She knew a Leprechaun back home, half the time they hid because people had no idea how to wish properly, not anymore at least.  "If you're too vague they can get all twisted around and give you what you asked for rather than what you wanted, and if you try to get specific and tricksy, the magic does all it can to turn the wish back on you."  On the other hand, a wish could solve her problem nicely, and it could even be considered a kind of present.

"Oh, when I was a slave, I had great magic to grant almost anything.  But now that I am free, my wish granting is very, very limited. I can't make anyone rich anymore." she remembers when she had more power, but also remember the bottle she had to live in and the servitude she had to endure.

"There's a whole staff charged with magic that can do that sort of thing," Rolf says.  "I should know, we collected it, and if Christmas magic lends itself to anything it's wishes.  Amara, if you can help us... we'll use that magic we put in the Troll's staff... for a wish for you.  Or her..."

"That would be Al-tru-ist-ic," Karl interrupts, drawing out the word to make sure he gets it right.  It's clear it is one of those words that he is very impressed with, and possibly a little surprised, and very proud, that it somehow made it into his vocabulary.

"Yes, yes, altruistic use of magic, generally a very good thing," Rolf says.  "I think we can help you, then, but we need our papers and that staff."

"I am happy not being able to do wishes beyond food and minor items. I lead a happy life. So if you need to use the magic someplace else, do it. But yes, lets get you papers so you can open your shop"

Sionann pursed her lips, perhaps it was a side effect of having wielded such magic but the djinn seemed very unconcerned about that level of power being left laying around.  "I am presuming your power, even at its height, had laws to govern it?  No wishing for extra wishes or immortality and such nonsense?  If this is the pure magic just layin' around then I'd be thinking it has no such constraints.  A wish too close and pop.  Not even the chance to advise that not all wishes should not be wished.  Do you not think it should be dealt with sooner rather than later?"
She could understand the desire to get the Nisse their papers as soon as possible, their enthusiasm was infectious certainly.  She wondered how much they could tell about her, the not quite offer of a wish, had they seen someone in her condition before, or did something in her bearing give it away.

When you are ready to go to get the Nisse their paperwork, it will be here, in a new thread:

The Citywide Licensing Center


You can post there anytime.

In reply to Sionann (msg # 67):

Amara just smiled "We had some limitations, go killing, no making someone fall in love and no raising dead things but it was pretty powerful. But it also included imprisonment for me, so I am fine with far less power." and she looked at the Nisse "So are you all ready to go get some papers?"

She could not quite help but feel that her point had been missed, however Sionann was not in the mood to argue over the dangers of wild magic and even though she had only known them briefly, she wanted to see the Nisse secured in their hopes for a bakery and a new life in the city.

[To the Licensing Centre]

She heads off with the others to the Licensing Centre.

Licensing Centre --->

Gathering his lists and backpack, Julian follows after the others

[To the Licensing Centre]

A large old truck slowly pulls up outside the library and after being parked Virana slowly steps out and looks around slightly intimidated by the way the city seems so crowded and so much busier then her home town was, but she turns away from the street and after locking the truck heads into the library hoping that she would be able to find the person her fathers message was for





(OOC:What the truck looks like and this is one of my own.)

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