Theatre of Lights

[Dark Passenger]

<<Oh alright! I should be close then>>

Lucy looks around. Her most likely guess is that L'aire is near that walking mountain she can see not far away.

Hehe.

Some of the perks of being a Changeling. Sometimes. The Fireheart approaches what appears to be a group. She sees another man as well, and she has time to study him for a tiny bit before she's close enough to talk. Not bad, not bad at all.

'Hi everyone! Lucy here. Thanks for the invite Sasha, the place looks great.' She smiles to her fellow Onyx Courtier, then to the two men. She hasn't met them, so time for introductions. While offering them a handshake she casually asks, 'How are you guys doing?'

[Nathan Griffin]

He wasn't sure how long he had spent just staring at that window, but by the time he managed to shook melancholy off, there was a whole spectacle for him to pay attention to elsewhere. Okay, cowboy, remembrance is nice and all, but let's try to put it to use and make this a productive evening. The more lethargic part of him let out a sigh, while he observed more 'lings coming into the scene. And those hobbs... Was that supposed to be Bohemian Rhapsody? He liked them already.

He made a show out of adjusting his jacket for extra comfort and running a hand through his hair. He was giving himself time to think. Should he join them? He doubted a revelation would come to him just by staring at a window. He was hardly a Buddha. And that whole isolationist show he had been running with had proved to be a not-so-brilliant idea. WW2 is over, Private Ryan. Time to be a respectable member of the community. Before he could change his mind he just walked up to them, hands on his jacket.

"Hey, Sasha. Enjoying the show?"

His tone came out oddly distant. Not cold, just... absent. Whoa, I didn't meant that. He hoped she hadn't taken it the wrong way. She probably was still broken up about the other day. And who was that guy next...?

"Chris?" He said incredulously. Before he knew it he was smiling with more than a little amusement. "I swear I didn't recognize you right up until now. Nice haircut."

He turned to the other two Lost. He couldn't recall ever seeing them. He was pretty sure a walking mountain and a girl on fire fell well into his list of things to be considered 'memorable' so that probably meant they hadn't met before.

"Name's Nathan." He noticed their mantles. It would seem he was at a bit of a numerical disadvantage. "I take it you're friends with Sasha here?"

What is she thinking, I wonder? At least Chris was around. A familiar face that could stand him — or so he hoped. That ought to make it slightly more bearable for everyone, right? He turned back to him.

"I would poke fun at your fashion sense, but I don't think I'm in the best shape to be judging on that at the moment." He took a quick look at Sasha. "Didn't expect to see you guys so soon."

[Malcolm Green]

"Um. Sure. Tonight is good for company, yeah." Green flicked a glance over at the alley once more but then quickly focussed on the new people who had just joined them: The burning woman with the picaresque embers flaring in her mantle; and the man with his animalistic features.

Turning to the Hunterheart, he added: "Yes. Friend. Sasha is good. Makes friends easy."

[Kyle Ferlen]

"Yeah. Well, sorta. I can't think of a better way to describe it." More like the time I dared my buddy to brake a kaleidoscope over his head. But that kind of crass humor isn't likely to work around Sasha.

If he isn't imagining things, the air seems to have gotten colder at the giant's approach. Upon further, somewhat closer inspection, Kyle decides the man could very well have been a mountain if he was sitting off in the distance. Heh. This guy could hide in plain sight from me. He smiles up at the man. He isn't quite sure if offering the big guy a handshake would just be an awkward mess. So he nods politely.

"Green it is, then. I'm Chris."

Soon after Green's arrival, Kyle gets the answer to his question: Lucy is joining them. And she is... really blurry. Kyle squints a little, finally deciding the girl's hair seems to be made out of fire. That's neat. "Chris." he says, taking the fire-girl's hand politely. It's less a hand shake and more a somewhat archaic greeting of a gentleman and lady. He doesn't kiss it though. "Love the hair, by the way. Really makes an entrance." He grins, dancing around stating the obvious.

At the touch on his arm, his attention turns back to L'aire. He is very nearly startled by the gesture, but it's a pleasant surprise. He smiles warmly. "Sounds like a plan. Though I should probably follow your lead." Despite himself, he feels a little warmth spreading to his cheeks. Walking around and being close to her is exactly what he wants to do. Then, he hears another familiar voice. Saying her name. Oh man. This could get... interesting.

"Nathan!" Kyle's hand reaches back to touch the base of his hair. "Yeah... it was time for a change." As the Hunterheart makes his own introductions, Kyle feels slightly better about not being the only 'new guy'. He doesn't even mind the jab. "Hey, man, at least you're honest with yourself." He chuckles a bit.

[Dark Passenger]

It seems like the Threatre of Lights draws many changelings. Of course, the Lost are always keen to go to public events with enough people. Enough to stop feeling lonely.

'Well I'm glad to be here!' the Fireheart reassures L'aire.

Then she turns to the feather-faced Hunterheart with a curious expression, 'Hello there, uh, yes.' She smiles, because everyone was friends with the Fairest, and not, for example, anyone else. 'I'm Lucy Morgan, pleasure to meet you.'

'Green, Chris, you guys too.' A good evening to meet new folks, definitely. She looks at the Winter Mountain. 'So you're Degnar's friend, right?'

As if she heard so much about him.

The Elemental is sincerely flattered by Kyle, 'Oh thank you sir, you don't look bad yourself.' Lucy is not one to make real compliments, but by the way she looks, the Minstrel could tell she speaks the truth.

So busy meeting new people, she doesn't notice the latest arrival, yet.

[Malcolm Green]

The mountain looked down upon the flaming woman, at first with a certain suspicion, which grew to something less suspicious but still decidedly neutral, as he took in the mantle with its flaring, cold, embers. A mantle of winter.

"Yeah. Degnar and me? We like brothers, yeah."

He spoke as if those short sentences explained it all. As he did, his eyes were already flicking to the Wizened. The summer mantle was quite strong, given the weather. Green could feel the warm even from where he stood. As it became obvious that the wizened was hanging around, the Archer's eyes simply settled on him.