Everyone hears Marcus Evan make this announcement.
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He laughed at Lynn's words and returned Green's gesture. He isn't half bad, sometimes. He listened to Morgan's words patiently and still amused.
"Ah, I have no luck with redheads," he winked back at Lynn. "They have a way of leading me to sin. And I'm nothing if not a good, innocent choir boy. Finn, you have my permission to make racist Indian jokes if you like, though I think there is better material for slander in my American nationality. I mean I was this close to working for dear old Uncle Sam."
He put his index and his thumb mere millimeters from each other, then leaned back to listen to the Irishman's story, looking interested. He was startled at the same time he was, however, and for the same reason. The Summer King had nothing to do with Byeli or Leblanc. Those two were Fae-like in a way that made his blood boil and his still largely teenage heart flutter in a way that reminded him of his past loves. Lucas Gregory had as powerful a presence, but the memories he brought back were of the chaplain he had met back at boot camp. A soldier, a holy soldier.
"Speaking of sin..."
Nathan's eyes lit up at Marcus' announcement. Just like in boot camp. He was oblivious to it, but his face exhibited another of those hungry, vicious smiles.
"Oh, I've got to sign up for this. Be right back."
Nathan leaves for the carving station.
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Morgan waves bye-bye to Green as he departs, with the same plus a weak smile for Lynn when she does the same. Morgan didn't mind Finn taking a beer, "Help thy ssself, Imma heh-have brought many." Inded she had.
Oh, and she was empty again. She picked up another and was feeling a good buzz going. The tales sounded a little familiar to the raccoon, probably because of that fairy folklore research project she worked on. There were a lot of Irish tales in those book, then Jack O Lantern wasn't one of them. She was going to vote for that one, when the massive Summer mantle interrupted everything.
Morgan twisted in her seat, a little wobbly which should be good for her speech, as she spotted the source of the mantle. Her words were coming out slower then before. For Morgan. Other people would consider the pace normal: "Oh yeah, heh-him. Tis Brudda Lucas. Think heh-he is a priest or somethin' like that. Izz the sovereign right now too." She shrugged as she turned back to Finn.
"I never-ever-never heard the Lantern of Jack story, nope. Banshee zzounds familiar...Oh, race jokes we twas m-making? Um...tis okay to m-make fun at raccoons b-b-back, heh-heh, think that tis w-w-what Imma am now." Morgan started to tilt her head in though but quickly corrected herself with a shake of the head. She put the half finished beer down. She was buzzed, she wouldn't want to pass out before her story was told, right?
"Gamezzz iz be played? Heh...Looks like eeeverybody is signing up. zzzhould the rest of us go too to there?" The slightly drunk raccoon pointed at the sign up "station" whilst asking to those who were still present.
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Lynn worked her way back over to the small conversation group and offered the crowd a smile. "Hope ya'll didn't miss me too much." She plopped down in her seat and looked over at Morgan. "Would you like to try the games tonight?" She kept her voice even and non-committal; she'd noticed how often Morgan was simply following her lead and had decided to start making sure that Morgan was actually doing things she enjoyed rather than just whatever she herself was doing.
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From the carving station where Gregory too signs up for Capture the Flag, the Gargoyle follows Nathan in his return to the large group of Lost.
"Good day, everyone," he offers politely, his hand laden with foodstuffs. "Morgan. Daniel. Lynn. Nathan." Gregory's eyes come to rest on Finn Connolly. The man is most familiar, having been in attendance to many of the same Freehold gatherings. "Sir, I be Gregory. Pleased to meet you."
"May your luck be well, those who plan to participate. A game or a gamble with a prize at stake."
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Daniel smiled at Finn’s reaction. The Fairest reminded the Darkling of Noah when he was younger. That had been a couple lifetimes ago though. Things and people changed.
The arrival of the Summer monarch and subsequent announcement saw a couple of their group break off. He considered signing up himself but eventually decided he’d rather stick around and hear Finn’s story. Daniel generally wasn’t very competitive anyway.
“Hi Gregory,” he greeted the gargoyle “It’s good to see you and good luck to you as well.”
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Finn looks to Nathan, shaking his head with a laugh. "Thanks for the offer, but it's not really my style. Besides, there needs to be at least one member of the Emerald Court that's making friends instead of enemies around the Freehold..." The Fairest resists the temptation to let his eyes wander to any Changeling in particular, instead taking another sip of beer. He gives the Hunterheart a tip of the bottle as Nathan slips off to sign up for the games, then turns his attention to Morgan.
"Brother Lucas? So a man of the Cloth; interesting..." That wouldn't have been Finn's first guess of who would lead the Summer Court; but he knew better than to judge those returned from the Other Side by their outward appearances. "Yep, looks like things are about to get started." He glances over to the table where names are rapidly being added to the list, doing a quick head count before turning back to the others. "I think I'm going to go set out this round, given how, ummm, structurally sound some of the participants are; but it should be interesting to watch. Can't wait to see what the next round is going to be.."
While he's conversing, a man unfamiliar to the Fairest approaches and introduces himself as Gregory. Finn offers the fellow a polite nod of the head as greeting; skipping a handshake as both men had their hands filled with drink or food. "Good to meet you Gregory, I'm Finn. Good luck to you as well, I think you're made of stronger stuff than I am. I'll leave the flag football to you lot; I'd rather enjoy the drinks and pleasant company for the moment."
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Morgan smiled at Lynn as she slowly shook her head no, "Nah, Imma liiitle tipsy so I'd be a heh-hanicap for mah team. Not fair at all, nope...But," she pointed at Lynn, "Imma be thine cheerleader!...Meh-beh Green can throw me in the air or something? Tis a cheerleader thang to do if I recalls correct." She cast her eyes around trying to spot the Mountain, but he seemed busy with stuff elsewhere. She shrugged, Meh-beh just cheering then. No-pom-pom either.""
Morgan waved hello to the gargoyle as he arrived , "Hey Gregory, wonderous-yay to see thee again, heh-hic-heh," a blackened hand covered her mouth at the hiccup. Yep, she was speaking better and just shy of slurring, optimum drunk achieved. Yay.
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Lynn glanced over at the sign up sheet and shook her head. "Nah, I think I'll just stay here and not worry about the games. I don't much feel like running around, especially when there's all this delicious food. I'm normally cooking in a kitchen the size of a closet, so I don't do anything fancy. And I never get roast like this."
"Gregory, hello!" Lynn turned and smiled at the Gargoyle. "Best of luck with the hunt, but I'll be cheering you on from the sidelines." And at the ready with a bit of Spring healing if needed...
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"My thanks," answers Gregory to Lynn and Daniel. Lynn's enthusiasm brings a pink tint to his cheeks for the extra support. He smiles awkwardly before heading to where the Red team meets up.
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