The Fallen Fair 2014

[Terri Nutkins]

Terri and Sasha continue here

[Cabochard]

The Courtless Wizened entered the hedge gate slowly, carefully. They always made him feel a little nervous, at least in passing through them. He had had nightmares about walking through a gate and ending up in a completely different location than intended. Or sometimes exactly where intended. In any case, upon crossing and looking around, and subsequently finding that nothing of the sort had happened, this nervousness was replaced by an entirely different one. He pulled his pocketwatch out of his pocket to check it, then replaced it carefully.

The man was dressed in a typical tuxedo suit, specially cleaned and pressed for this very occasion, which he fancied made him look very dashing. He approached the person who he assumed was the Autumn Queen and bowed deeply. "Your Ladyship." He echoed the words of the man right before him, the exact language he was supposed to use disappearing from his mind in a moment of fear.

[Tally Benoit]

Tally smiles towards the new face, introducing herself, "Good to meet you, I'm Tally." She gives the entrance a passing glance, on noting the wave from Terri, she returns the favor before greeting those that approach the table.

"Good to see you again, Morgan. Sam." She says, giving each a smile and nod.

[Coco]

Cosima Tascioni, Claviger of Spring, was never one to miss a gathering, especially not one with such delectable opportunities as what was being offered today. She simply could not afford to miss it! So she did not. She strode through the hedge gate with a jaunty swagger, letting her cane swing languidly along at her side. Perhaps today would finally be the day when she was able to find some appropriate raiment rather than the terribly mundane fare she currently wore. Not that it wasn't already marvelous, it was simply marvelous in a repeatable fashion, and if there was one thing that Coco desired, it was to be unique. Exceptional. Well, she already was, but it was wonderful when others also recognized that fact.

In the meantime, she'd just have to convince them. It shouldn't be too hard, given what she had to work with.

And oh! There was punch! Lovely! Yes, she'd work with that, first. It looked quite rich. Simply a must. The Wasp eagerly pranced over to the punchbowl and filled herself a cup, and then a second. Drinks were always such a wonderful way to help start conversations, but who should she speak to? Ah, perhaps the man from the restaurant.

"Well hello, Antonio," Coco said, sliding up next to the other Spring Courtier ( Antonio Escobar ). "How fare you on this fine fair-day?"

Clothes!

[Marcus Evan]

Marcus smiles warmly at Emma when he sees the blightbent at the entrance to the tent. After a few minutes of chatting with her, he closes his eyes and repeats the words that will grant him entrance to the Autumn Queen's garden. He's impressed. Not only are there already quite a few people in attendance, but the hollow itself seems bigger than he remembers. Then again, it has been a while since he'd stepped foot in Betony Rue's hollow. Giving a nod and a quick greeting to anyone he recognizes, Marcus saunters over to one of the tables and sets down the box he had been carrying. After pulling out a gun metal colored cloth, the elemental lays it on the table before arranging a small assortment of his handiwork in an attractive design. After setting out three pattern welded knives, a pair of knuckle dusters, and a few sets of jewelry, the metalflesh prominently displays a small stainless steel case filled with a stack of his business cards. After making a few minute adjustments, Marcus is finally satisfied and places the box under the table and out of sight before walking over to the stone table and helping himself to a cinnamon pecan roll and some punch. He's glad Betony Rue had been considerate enough to cover the bloodstains with a tablecloth, otherwise it might have made a bad impression on some of the more squeamish newcomers.

What's in this punch anyway?

[Lesingnon]

Similarly to Marcus before him, Rick found himself chatting with Emma for a few minutes before entering the tent as well. Even if she was a touch more removed from the workings of the Freehold than most she was actually one of the ones he'd known here the longest, and it was always nice to catch up with her.

Then he repeated the words, stepping into the tent and the fair. It may have surprised some, that an Autumn with a mantle as potent as his would enter not bearing any goods to sell. But he'd never been a craftsman, his skills lay elsewhere. There was a deep knowledge of the occult, that few in the Freehold could rival. His skill at moving through and exploring the hedge, his mastery of pledgecraft. None of them skills that produced anything tangible to show for them, but each undeniably valuable in their own way. And all, perhaps, things he'd be willing to barter with should the situation arise.

His gaze sweeps briefly across the place as he enters, but doesn't miss anyone's presence. To Betony Rue, the ascendant sovereign, his head dips in respect. If anyone wonders whether the former Dread Lord regrets that he no longer holds the title, or is jealous of the one who does...well, it certainly doesn't appear that he does.

There's a chuckle, and a wave, as he spots Terri in one of her habitually eager greetings. The other Changeling with her was one he recognized, but not one he knew all that well. So he opted not to interrupt. Nor did he join the crowd starting to form around Betony. He certainly hadn't forgotten what that felt like to be at the center of that, and suspected that too large of group would almost certainly try her patience.

Besides, if she wished to speak to him he had no doubt at all that she would ensure that she did before the event ended. One way or another.

So for now he simply walked a slow circuit around the hollow, raptor gaze flitting from display to display as he examined the wares for sale.

[Changeling ST]

The Dread Lady of Autumn turns when Tally addresses her and soon finds herself surrounded by numerous faces seeking her attention like a knot of street urchins begging for a few dollars to buy their next fix. But such is the burden of the crown she wears, so Betony Rue attempts to bear it with as much grace as she is capable.

"Greetings, Ms. Benoit. I am fine, thank you for asking. It was good of you to attend.

Good Afternoon, Mr. Krumm. I am Ms. Jasons. All are welcome here...provided they promise to behave themselves.

Hello, Mr. Leto. Ms. Jasons, if you please. There is no Mr. Jasons. You may swear yourself to the freehold whenever you wish.

Greetings to you, Ms. Bellanar. Ms. Jasons will suffice. I do not have any patience for that pretentious royal stuff and nonsense. You may renew your vow anytime you are ready to do so.

Mr. Hain and Mr... Wizened. As I was just telling Ms. Bellanar here, you may address me as Ms. Jasons. In the future, that will be more than sufficient.

All newcomers wishing to join the community of our freehold are welcome here and have nothing to fear. Help yourselves to some wholesome refreshment and peruse the offerings on display at this year's Fallen Fair."

Anyone who wants to swear themselves to the freehold should go here. Those wishing to hold a conversation with the Autumn Queen may join this scene.