(2505) Eternal Seasons

[Svelte Sven]

Unable to resist the temptation, Sven strolled over to the cooler that Nina had indicated. Briefly rifling through its contents, he selected an ice cream cone for himself. Vanilla. Waffle cone. Classic. The Whisperwisp sat at the water's edge and unwrapped the frozen snack. The Darkling dipped his feet in the water before taking a bite. Huh... this is actually kind of nice.

He quirked an eyebrow at the Summer Sovereign's comment, not for the first time unsure if she was being serious. Somehow it was just as believable that Circe could conjure up a diving suit using only the internet as it was that she couldn't. "Do you... actually get things for people? Like, things they don't sell in over the counter?" Sven was genuinely curious about the woman's connections. Plus, it could never hurt the Winter Court to have a clearer picture of what the other Lost were capable of.

Sonnie's comment drew a cough from Sven and he appeared to sweating slightly, most likely due to the heat.

[Mina]

Frowning, she wasn’t sure what Circe was on about. Head officer of the club? Had she thought Sonnie and her had been talking too freely? Because Mina certainly hadn’t thought they had. But, she just shrugs, if Sonnie didn’t think anything was amiss, and she was pretty damn sure her words had been coded, then she wasn’t worried.

Laughing at Sonnie as she splashed back, “Grade A nipples right there!” she declared, still laughing. The Elemental could play along, she wasn’t bashful, life was about living in the moment and having fun.

“Oh! Wonder if I can do a hand stand?” glancing at the water and thinking, shrugging, she tries it. And she manages to hold her legs up for maybe a couple seconds before unceremoniously falling on her back. Jumping back up, wiping water out of her face she laughs, “Not very well it seems.”

[Circe]

Circe snorts in amusement as she is used to Sonja being not classically regal. More Viking regal. "Mind your flatulence!" Circe shouts back at Sonja. And Circe does go down to Fugly's level to check the ice cream's label. Dog Safe logo is on it, which is a hurray. She couldn't recall all the conversation, Fugly is too cute, but confirmation is good.


Svelte's question pulls her up short. Was he talking about Internet in general or Circe specifically? Those were quite different things as Circe very much sold not over the counter stuff to customers, especially for California.


"Uuuuh, yes?" She isn't sure which. "Internet can order anything, widen the lens a LOT the darker the web gets." Circe wasn't sure how much he knew about that. "Avoid Craig's List, unreliable. Ukranian sites selling Russian tanks do not export," the Larcenist smiles with a shrug: "That is the net for you." She chuckles as she gets her own ice cream to sample. "I even side hustle into sales myself. Refurbished machines or custom made parts," Circe looks around, masking it as a stretch. Bite the ice cream. Okay. Pet Fugly? Naturally she does so. "Quite good at solving problems for folks with such machines from me. Hell, even solved some of our club's problems with the stuff I got and kept. You know, based on what Sonnie calls me, oh ho ho ho."


She finishes up her ice cream. "I am quite flexible on what machines I can get and what they can do, it is fun. I'd love to have me a Garand time. Ain't that right Fugly-wugly!"

And again, she is distracted by the cute pupper. Who gets more cuddles and assist with feasting.

[Sonnie Wu]

"Mine are the most glorious hard nipples in Sacramento! Be jealous everyone!" Sonnie cackled uproariously as she floated face-up in the water.

Were there children in the area that heard that? Probably.

Did she care? No.

"Mind your own flatware!" the Beast shouted back at the Summer Queen, perhaps not hearing her clearly due to her ears being underwater. "Why would I bring forks and spoons into the river, anyway?"

Fugly was happy to get cuddle-time with Auntie Circe, as well as more dog-safe ice cream. Look at that tail fly!

[Svelte Sven]

Sven realized that the ice cream was more than just a delicious snack. With how flushed his face was from Sonnie and Mina's back-and-forth, he probably would have been as red as a tomato without the frozen dairy cone to cool him down a bit. The Darkling glanced around at his fellow Lost. Not that I really want to see the Ashen King in swimwear, but... am I really the only guy here? He looked back at the Springs. If a Spring courtier doesn't end up giving me a heart attack someday, it will be a miracle.

Seeing as there were no Gristlegrinders to compete with, Sven decided to treat himself to another treat from the cooler. He had been even less picky this time, grabbing something to press against his cheek to cool down. After a few seconds luxuriating against the ice-pop, he unwrapped it and wandered a little closer to Circe. Mmm... Cherry.

"I'm aware that there's a lot online. A lot of things that are hard to get otherwise." That was underselling it, one of his former acquaintances in Los Angeles had been well-versed in technology. He was incredibly skilled, but he had frankly creeped Sven out. Circe's own answers had been a little vague, but that might have just been for the sake of not discussing sensitive topics in public. "Well, if you happen to collect any knives, I wouldn't mind taking a look." The Darkling continued to enjoy the ice-pop, trying not to stare at Mina's attempted hand-stand.

[Mina]

As she continues to wipe the water from her eyes, she blinks a few times at Circe, then looks to Sonnie, “Did she just say mind your flatulence?!” in almost a whisper, before giggling. “Did you fart?!” giggling again, “Because if so, you should totally do it in the water and make bubbles.” Was she being childish? Yes, yes she was. Did she care? Nope, not at all.

Still giggling, “All hail!” arms up in the air before she falls dramatically in the water before sitting up.

With just her head poking up, she slowly makes her way towards her Queen, sneaky Elemental is trying to be sneaky. And when she doesn’t think Sonnie sees her…she tries to grab her legs and pull them under. But not, like, a whole lot. Cause, safety and shit. But enough to just have a bit a fun.

[Circe]

As Sonja misunderstands Circe, she returns the favor. Exploding verbally at Sonja as she shakes her fist at the swimming Springs: ""Scimmia stupida! Chi cazzo stai chiamando appartamento?!"


Fugly continues to benefit from Circe's presence, despite her mommy and aunty having accidentally taunted each other. "Yo momma is so silly, ain't she Fugly?"


"When some new concept comes into the world, there are two questions humanity asks. How do I make money or porn of this," Circe laughs, "Oh ho ho, Internet answers both." It wasn't even her quote mind you. "I am familiar with that venue. Kitchen, survival, throwing, or custom are you looking for Devon?" She is actually curious as to what Svelte was looking for. "Might know a skilled smith or two in the area. Custom parts are always," she chuckles darkly, "Useful."

[Sonnie Wu]

"Did I fart?! Excuse me??" Sonnie looked incredulously at Mina. Then she looked contemplative. "Wait, did I?" The Beast looked down at the water, perhaps searching for bubbles. "Mmmm, nope. No fart bubbles. I haven't eaten any beans recently, so--AHH!!" She startled as the Doll grabbed at her legs. Or pretended to, since the Elemental was hardly all that stealthy and Sonnie was literally peering down at the water around her in that moment. Strong legs refused to budge. "Mina! Don't scare me like that. Look at me, all frightened and stuff. I'm shivering." The flat tone of voice betrayed her words.

The sudden torrent of unexpected Italian from the shore had the Spring Queen blinking in confusion. "Uhhh... yeah, well..." And she rattled off something in Cantonese. It wasn't often she spoke the language of her ancestors, but Sonnie wasn't rusty.

Fugly yowled happily, tail flip-flopping.

[Svelte Sven]

Sven was mildly surprised to hear such crude humor from the other Lost but said nothing. So much for gender stereotypes, I guess. He continued to contentedly enjoy his ice-pop, musing how they were more or less just acting out Court stereotypes: the Springs were enjoying sophomoric humor and frolicking, the Summer was yelling, and the Winter was content to sit and watch.

Circe's simplified description of human desire and how the internet served it drew a skeptical side-eye from the Darkling, but no comment. He was interested in her description of bladed instruments at her disposal, though. "To be honest, I'm quite content with my switchblade, for the time being. It's small, easy to hide, and easily underestimated. Like me." He smiled. "But if you have something a little... heftier, like a Bowie knife, well... I might take a look."

[Mina]

The Elemental pauses, an unnatural tilt to her head as Circe spouts off…something.

But then shrugs.

Looking back to Sonnie, “Hey, Mary was the one who mentioned it.” She just tried to build jokes off it. Not very well, but, she tried.

The flat look the Snowskin returned matched the flat tone she received, “I tried.” Waving it off, so she wasn’t sneaky, least she was trying to have fun. Maybe not very well, but she was trying. Or maybe she just sucked at being funny? That could be, and that little fact was tucked away for later.

Another language she didn’t know was yelled back at the Summer Queen, and another shrug came from the broken doll.

More ice cream was needed and she makes her way out of the water over to where she had an extra towel and begins to get some of the water off her and towel dry some of her hair. For the most part.

Wrapping the towel around herself, she sits and digs out another ice cream.