More lies about a world that never was Who: Dagmar, Satu, Valterri (NPC), Oz Where: Niemi house When: Later afternoon
Dagmar hadn't wanted to drive home. She'd wanted to curl up in the backseat with Valterri's shoulder as he pillow and sleep until she had to drag herself up to her room where she could take a bath and pass out there. Or finish the bath and pass out in her bed. Or even skip the bath and just pass out because she hadn't been kidding when she sent those texts. She was exhausted. All of that flying and timezone switching was just too much. Apparently it was a view shared by the others since none of them were chattering, not even Kajsa or Satu, and Dagmar was grateful for that as she pulled up. She'd have been more grateful if their mother was with them instead of off reconnecting with that muddy man. Disgusting. Rolling her shoulders back she parked and shut the car off before climbing out. She would grab her bags later, right then she really just wanted to get back to her room. Or maybe Valterri would do it. "Valterri? Be a good little brother and get my bag for you since I drove us home. Thanks." Not even bothering to check if he was doing it, she fished her house keys out and walked up to the door. It took her a second to realize that there was something wrong with the door. That something being that the lock was broken. Robbers? In Scarlet Oak? Had she been more awake than Dagmar would've thought to do something other than open the door and peek in.
Only to be hit by a wave of extremely unusual heat - it was never that warm in their home - and then a scent that made her gag. Hand coming up to cover her nose and mouth Dagmar stepped back out, running right into Valterri while she was at it. "Hey, watch where you're going," she snapped, not caring at all for the fact that it was her fault since she'd gone and backpedaled like that. "I think there's something dead in the house. And it's really hot. And I can't hear the fountains." It was extremely weird to be standing on the front step with the door open and not hear the fountains bubbling away inside of the house. They had dozens of them and their sound was one of the few things that was natural and soothing to Dagmar. Not having them running was making her edgy and that wasn't good when she was already tired and wanting to go to bed. How was she supposed to go to bed when the house smelled like there was a dead body rotting away in there? And the lock was broken... why hadn't Linnea just come home with them? She'd know what to do. Or at least the right numbers to call. Or there'd be a breakdown and at least then Dagmar would know what to do. Calm her down and proceed to freak out over whatever had happened to their home.
Oh, she knew. Fumbling with her purse she pulled out her cell and fired off a text to Oz. He'd been on his way over anyhow. He could come over and check the place out when he brought Slipper back to her. "Hey Satu, why don't you go in and find the dead thing, huh? It's like playing hide-and-seek only you don't know what you're seeking." She made a little shooing motion, though she made sure to not actually stick her hand anywhere near her little sister's face. Satu was right at that age where she might actually try to bite her. She could be vicious like that. "Or you Valterri. Aren't you psychic? Tell us what happened." And get here Oz. You'll listen. Kajsa was the eldest, wasn't she the one who was supposed to step up and figure out what to do when Linnea wasn't there? If it hadn't been for her downright weird behavior lately than Dagmar would've poked her.