Silent Night 2014

[Forn Clakes]

The evening following the Winter Solstice brought a clear night, free from cloud and rain yet despite the warming touch of the sun during the day, the moment it had sunk itself beyond the horizon, the temperature of Sacramento had slowly plummeted also, reminding all that the Seasons had once again turned. Certainly, it may be rare to ever see snow in California but it does, and can, happen. Many things that should not seem to be in the Freehold of Sacramento.

The Blue Note. Once a refuge for Lost, a place to gather that was taken and turned into a mockery of it's former self. When it was once again reclaimed by the Court of Sorrows, it became a small anchor for those seeking others of their kind; so long as they did not cause trouble or bring unwanted attention, they are welcome. It is only fitting that tonight it is the venue to celebrate not only the ascendancy of Winter but to remember the past year with song, dance and any other performance that is deemed fit within the confines of the cool interior of the jazz club. A Christmas tree had been decorated in one of the corners with subtle blue and silver decorations abound. The stage is set for all comers, Big Swilla on hand for any heavy lifting and, as ever, acting as security. He does not stand alone, however. Duncan, Summer's Constable is idly chatting with Winter's Lord of the Inhospitable Chamber, his Snowskin mien finding the lowered temperatures of the jazz club quite appealing. Tonight, he wears a bright red sweater with a reindeer on full display and a cocksure grin on his face. Swilla found himself glaring it at with a mixture of revulsion and humour.

Behind the bar, Harvey is ensuring there are enough drinks for people, all of which has been paid in advance. He wasn't certain if the club could afford the bill but tonight was supposed to be a fresh start and she had insisted. The Sun Banisher wasn't one to argue with his Queen. His eyes shifted to the other two helping him before movement caught his eye. Mrs. Rosemary, the former-Spring Queen, entered from the back, carrying the last of the trays to be spread out for the (naturally) cold buffet. The Ogress gazed at the many pastries, baguettes and other easy-to-hold food she had prepared with some joy. It had been a while since she had been useful. Turning around, she caught the eye of the Blue Note's manager and gave him a wide smile, showing plenty of teeth. Suppressing a shudder under his well-trained Mask, Harvey was glad that Mrs. Rosemary was on their side. There were some incidences that he just simply could not clear up on his own.

The door was unlocked with a sign hanging from it's exterior: Private Function. Guests Only. Snowflakes decorated the sign, giving an indication to those who could see behind the Mask that the gathering of Winter had officially begun.

This is a Sticky scene set on the evening of Monday 22nd December and will run for a month from the initial post date. Please mark your arrival here and split into conversations when necessary. Those who wish to perform this evening should make their intentions known to Swilla, who's Mask is Hardened, along with Harvey's. At some point in the evening, it will be possible to swear the Freehold pledge. Enjoy and welcome to the start of Winter in Sacramento

[Gregory]

Gregory gives a cursory glance to the sign on the door before letting himself into the Blue Note club. His eyes swivel in his skull, glancing over the large figures that act as security. He reminds himself to be on his best behavior. The Winter Court is not known for being forgiving. Nonetheless, the stage seems set for celebration rather than a somber dirge. He scratches his head beneath a cloth cap and straightens his worn suit, torn in the back where his useless wings drape across his shoulders.

At the sight of Mrs. Rosemary, Gregory hails her with a wave. "Good evening, Mrs. Rosemary. Be these your confections?" he asks, gesturing to the buffet spread. "I look forward to sampling them." He realizes she is busy, however, and does not ask that she stay to chat, rather just voicing a friendly compliment.

[Trickster]

Lynn walked towards the Blue Note, long green coat swirling around her legs as she walked. She had to admit to a slight flutter of nerves as she approached, but she walked on none the less; her fiddle a constant weight on her back. She gave the sign on the door a glance as she walked by but didn't slow down. Looking around inside showed her that she was on of the first to arrive, barring those that were here to set up.

Once inside she sought out Big Swilla and waited until he was free for a moment. "Excuse me sir. I'd like to put my name for tonight's performance?"

[Coco]

It would not do to stay so long out of the public eye, though the wintry breezes of Sacramento offered quite compelling encouragement to stay indoors, most preferably under the cover of a delightful, down comforter. Alas, she could not do so forever. Indeed, then she would become boring, and nothing was quite so vulgar as that, so she threw on an outfit that had been arranged on a shopping trip the week before and ventured to the event of the Season. Or one of them. Those fond of ice and obsidian held markets, occasionally, but the affairs of the Autumnal court had made that rather gauche, this year. Nevertheless, it would be interesting to see. Another reason why it was imperative that she arrive at the Blue Note, tonight!

outfit

So arrive she did, cane tapping along at her side, a leather gloved hand firmly gripping its head. Her first visit was to the barman. She needed a little something to help pick her up, the brief sojourn from a cab to the club having left her feeling a bit listless, and that would not do, so two delightfully sugary drinks were ordered.

"Care for one to help you tune?" Coco asked, coming abreast of Lynn Mills ( Trickster ), proffering a drink to the musician.

[Trickster]

Starting conversation thread here

[Changeling ST]

Swilla looked around slowly when Lynn addressed him, wondering where the hell he suddenly got the title of Sir from. Shit, he'd roll with it. He couldn't remember meeting the Darkling in the past and so let it slide.

The Beast was about to reply, picking up a clipboard nearby, to ask Lynn for not only her name but if she would need anything for her performance.

And then she was gone. Heading away before he could reply. His thick brows furrowed at the display of utter ignorance.

"YO, MISSY!" he bellowed, his voice echoing around the Blue Note. His eyes were locked onto the Darkling, the clipboard gripped tightly in his extremely large hands.

Trickster

[Changeling ST]

When she is addressed, Mrs. Rosemary looks around towards the Darkling, the gargoyle of grey stone. Her hands clasped behind her with some pride at his words.

"Why thank you, sir. It is always nice to hear lovely compliments. Please, enjoy. I would recommend the pigs in blankets. I added a touch of bubblegum-bee honey to them. It brings out the bacon and sausage just so, sweetening them like candy."

She did look around towards the loud voice, sighing internally at Swilla's outburst so early in the evening.

Feel free to start a side conversation if you wish marked Buffet Table

[Mykel]

Finn is the next to arrive, the Fairest bundled up in a black pea coat and longshoreman cap against the cool Sacramento night. The garments had seen better days, bought second hand and given as a gift to the Fairest by a girl in St John's Finn tired very hard not to think about every time he put them on. At least they were warm, and their worn appearance matched the battered leather guitar case strapped to the Spring Courtier's back.

As he steps into the club, Finn is happy to see the crowd was still light; it meant he wasn't running late for once. There are also a few faces he didn't recognize among those that he did. Unfortunately, one of those unfamiliar faces belonged to a rather displeased mountain of muscle that was propelling itself straight towards Lynn and the Claviger of Spring. Given what happened at the Bonfire, Finn gives that part of the club a wide berth; instead looking for somewhere he could place his coat and hat where they would be out of the way.

[Degnar]

With his season finally arriving, Degnar arrived for the evening's function at a decent time for a change. The Darkling had a bad tendency of always showing up late, if at all. However, this was Winter's time, and he needed to swear to his own Queen that evening. Besides, this would be the perfect time for him to meet any members of his Court that he had yet to meet since his return. With his Mask hardened, and his usual unassuming getup, the Tunnelgrub walked in the direction of the Blue Note.

As usual, he clung to the shadows and left no marks of his passing. Slung over one shoulder, he had his messenger bag, which contained the tools of his trade. However, inside the bag there was something else that he didn't usually carry around with him. Degnar offered a nod in greeting to Swilla and Duncan as he walked into the establishment. Once inside, he stood in a corner, surveying the scene in front of him. Noticing Harvey behind the bar, the Darkling offered the Sun Banisher a greeting by tipping his hat in the Shadowsoul's direction.

I'm early.

There didn't seem to be any other members of his Court at the moment, so he took the opportunity to head over to the buffet table and grab a snack in the meantime. It was best to take advantage of those quiet moments, since surely more Lost would soon arrive and things would get considerably louder and livelier.

  paranoid use of Contracts yo!

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-12-15 11:05:24		Degnar rolls 7 to Wits+Wyrd for "Shadowpatch" (catch met) (10 Again)		8, 9, 7, 9, 10, 1, 4, 1		4 successes
2014-12-15 11:05:08		Degnar rolls 6 to Int+Wyrd for "Nevertread" (catch met) (10 Again)		3, 10, 8, 6, 6, 7, 1		2 successes

-1 Glamour to harden Mask