(2506) Summer Solstice

[Gesorgod]

Standing up, Gesorgod looked at the Summer Queen. "My name is Gesorgod, your majesty." He looked at his King, and nodded. "Your Majesty."

He noticed how many people brought gifts. He had known that he should have brought something. All he had was cash, and this was definitely not a place of someone who was short on money. He made a note to send one after the ceremony.

Gesorgod proceeded to introduce himself to everyone. "Svelte, was it? Lovely to meet you." Gesorgod extended his hand. Looking at the Lost in her sundress, he thought that her tail seemed quite intelligient, and Gesorgod wondered if she had ever strangled someone with it.

Can tails be used as weapons?

"Your majesty, as well." Gesorgod inclined his head. He looked at the other Lost; she looked like a doll. "I am Gesorgod, ma'am." He looked one more time to make sure that he had greeted everyone. He hoped that he guessed precedence correctly; however, King Kray had said that they were more informal. It did not sit well with him, but he would adapt. He noticed that he had stopped still again, and decided to move to be less so.

[Vincent Black]

Vincent Black is dead so leaving the scene

[Svelte Sven]

At Circe's acknowledgement, the Darkling stood upright again and offered a smile. Despite her eccentricities, Circe was generally quite courteous. As far as Summer Courtiers were concerned, she was probably the easiest one he'd ever had to interact with. I'll just keep praying that we never have a Tolltaker Knight take up residence here. While he was appreciative of her efforts to cater the event, Sven was less enthused about the mention of spicy food. That sounds like a hard pass.

He offered a smile and nod at Mina. "Good day. You look lovely, Ms. Mina." His eyes were drawn to the necklace, but he said nothing else. His curiosity could wait until pleasantries were over and people started breaking off into their own separate conversations.

Sven bowed slightly to Kray. "I agree, our Spring Queen has quite the deft hand. I'd recommend engaging her services if you're ever in need of something Hedgespun." Not that the Autumn King's current coat didn't have plenty of character in its own right, but he felt obliged to praise Sonnie's work. As the Ogre addressed the newcomer, Sven shifted his focus to the unfamiliar man.

"Gesorgod. Nice to meet you." The Whisperwisp took the offered hand, though there wasn't much strength in his grasp. Granted, Sven didn't have much muscle in the first place. "I am called Svelte Sven, Flowing Page of the Onyx Court." He explained. "'Sven' because that's my name, and 'Svelte' because of my frame." He gestured generally to his body, having given the same explanation many times before.

He made one last visual sweep of the room and couldn't help but frown slightly. The Winter King wasn't here. It didn't necessarily concern him that the Sovereign of the Silent Arrow had apparently disappeared, it was practically part of the job description. He was concerned that, as the only other Winter Courtier in the Freehold, he'd heard nothing beforehand.

[Mina]

The Elemental beams at the praise from the Summer Queen, “Thank you Queen Circe!” seeming to swell from the compliment. She had spent hours agonizing over the perfect outfit, and seems she picked the right one!

But then Circe reveals her dress for the Coronation, and it blows the Snowskins mind.

Mismatched eyes widen, “That dress is magnificent! Simply amazing!” she praises with compete honesty. Sure, she had made her necklace, maybe it was time to try and make herself a dress for Coronations?

The new face caught her attention, but he seemed focused on Circe, which made sense, so she just hung back, letting him do his thing.

Sonnie entered, smiling, “Sonnie, hi! Love the dress, very summer!”

Spotting Vincent, a warm smile offered, "Hey Vincent! I can’t complain, enjoying the nice weather, and you?”

Then the new face introduced himself, so she does as well, with a smile, “Pleased to meet you Gesorgod, I’m Mina, welcome to Sacramento.” Her tilts unnaturally to the side as mismatched eyes watch him for a second, “Have you been here long?”

Her attention was pulled away as Vincent leaves, concern on her face.

“Thank you, Sven! Very kind of you to say. You coat is quite eye-catching.”

[Circe]

Circe smiles and is about to wave in greeting to Sonja, who then brings up a practical issue with the damn crowns. Circe frowns as her ears and shoulders droop down, "Welcome Sonja," she says flatly, "Nice mix of Summer and Spring with the dress. Thank you for reminding me why my hair hates having a crown. Point to you." She gives a thumbs up to the Director of Sacramento.


As for the question about the new dude, Circe gives an I don't know shrug, watching the individual herself as her right hand taps around her gown.


Her right ear twitches as she gets an excited look on her face. "Nay Kray! It is an ICE coat," she chirps happily. Then the King of Fear shows dread at spicey food? Irony right there!


"Noooo," she sings out in answer to his question for making ice cream. "Check the coolers under the table for popsicles." Technically false. The coolers had those but also ice cream sandwiches and the ICEE frozen slurp pouches. So, not just popsicles.


Circe is a little distracted by something, she can't tell what though. It is a slight feeling of sorrow and rage, like someone hurt a puppy. Such an act would result in justifiable homicide by angry blue gun bunny.


The new dude has her attention, with stars on his face and giving her moon eyes. Literally, not swooning, guy looks like a Fairest. Or a very pretty elemental, no, wrong skin. "You may," she says as he introduces himself. "The oath shall be done shortly, just have to set up the pageantry a bit."


Circe wasn't big on that, but rituals are rituals for a reason.


Circe isn't oblivious to the various people showing worry over the spicy foods. She sighs before she starts the show. "Oh, don't all of you be so worried. I put red pepper stickers on the dishes that are spicy. They are not ALL spicy," she puts a hand on her scaled vest though not over her heart, "I don't like spicy food too much. But it is a challenge that is easy to setup. Like beer pong."


"Thank you Mina, the vest was a rompi scatole to make," Circe cheerfully thanks the Spring.


Right, pageantry time now. "One moment folks," she heads over to the steel cloche covered Wyrd Stone, clicking the remote as she goes, other hand no free and not patting weapons. The spotlight that had been on her goes off. Then one 15 feet away from the Wyrd Stone turns on. Then off. Then one that is on the Wyrd Stone.


Circe stands beside the steel cloche, facing the gathered Lost. "Okay, speech, speech, speech. Welcome mostly old and a new to the Summer Coronation. Well all know the changing of the seasons and crown to keep us safe is a thing. I don't see it as the main reason why this Freehold has stood and resisted everything that has comes its way. Nor is this," she knocks on the metal cover on the table, "The big factor. No. We got this far by leaning on each other. Through joy, fury, fear, and sorrow, we prop each other up." Then she smiles, "Excessive use of violence has also proven quite effective at removing threats too, I am not going to lie, oh ho ho ho!"


Circe lifts the cloche off the Wyrd Stone. She places her hand upon the Hedge artifact of great power. Glamour flows.


Saber Sloth


"I, Circe, Summer Queen of Sacramento and Groundskeeper protector of this Freehold, sweat to continue to defend us against our enemies. To strengthen us as I can," she raises a hand and beckons the crowd towards her, "May any wish to swear themselves to the Freehold or renew an oath, come forth and do so."


She can be serious at times. In short, mostly controlled bursts.

[Saber Sloth]

Circe's protective Wrath fuelled Glamour sears into the Wyrdstone, and it's thrumming beat - that of Sonnie's energetic heartbeat changes to match that of the Summer Sovereign.

A warm gust of energy sweeps through the Freehold. Along with a sense of knowing that none connected through the Wyrdstone is an agent of Theirs. No Loyalists nor Privateers. It will not compel trust, it wont compel like, but there is the quiet knowing that your Freeholders will not sell you out to Them.

When Gesorgod spends 1 Glamour into the Wyrdstone - please remember to use the Power Icons, you can go into your minisheet and increase your Freehold Status to 1

[Sonnie Wu]

The Wyrdstone was activated, and Summer officially took over. For Sonnie, it was a bit of a relief. Her reign as Spring Queen had been without problems. Just good times and parties. Just like she wanted.

Not bad.

Now rulership of the freehold was Circe's problem. Except for the Director stuff, which Sonnie didn't need to worry about much since they had a sovereign for the Summer.

Even better.

Back to being the irresponsible goofball!

She applauded Circe's ascension, "Hip hip hooray and all that jazz!"

Smiling, she looked about, "Ah, thanks Mina! You look great, too!"

The newbie's name had her a bit confused. What was it? Something with a G? "Um, nice to meet you, Gerbilrod!"

Nailed it.

[Kray]

Vincent's decorum lacking greeting would have got a response from the giant but the beast then bailed as quickly as he had arrived and without renewing his glamour to the wyrdstone. Rather peculiar behaviour.

Still attention grabbed by Sven who seemed by habit had bowed slightly, given the importance of the day the ogre had little choice but accept the formality of it. But he still expresses his distaste for the move in a more subtle way. "Hmpf. Oh. I don't doubt she does, but when the time is right for something new I'll spin it up myself." Why deny himself the experience, the magic of it after all. "Hm. Still she did very good work." No denying that. Having been unaware of Sven's own title within his court that part of his introduction was caught with a little interest.

Circe on good for makes a pun about said goat which gets a deep chuckle from the ogre, it was the kind of joke he could appreciate. "Oh." So torment without ice cream. oh no there is some. The ogre flips up the table cloth to see the coolers. "Ah. Alright then." Using a large foot to start moving one out he has first hand experience of how quickly this was going not be needed.

And the summer queen has put in quite the effort this year for the show. As the speech concludes the ogre does offer applause his heavy hands thumping together. It was a good show. "Uh. Alright Gerosgod, like you've seen Queen Circe do just go up, touch the stone and put some glamour into it." Remembering how uncertain he had been his first time, it was an unusual ritual for those not accustomed to it.

Before stifling another chuckle at the spring queens fumble, he could imagine that had happened more then once for the ashen fairest. But names were important an taking the time to get the might just as such.