(2015 AU) Autumn Coronation

[Malcolm Green]

Green bobbed his head toward Tally. "Yeah. I'm good." He held the Hunterheart in his gaze for a time afterward, pondering the length of time since they had rescued the Goyle's in the chaotic aftermath of Fairweather's lightening strike on the Freehold.

Morgan received a curious look from the Elemental as he struggled with her greeting. "Um. Yeah. Solid." Eventually he managed a small smile. Ava's arrival saved him from his confusion and he bobbed his head respectfully toward the Scrivener.

Shifting his stance, the mountain shuffled to fill the space on the other side of the hearth, away from the temptations of the table. Gemstone eyes bounded across the gathered Lost while he pondered if he should stand aloof or... mingle.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Oh, that was sad to hear. Lynn had seemed enthusiastic about it. At least Morgan didn't have to rush to learn how to be a roadie or whatever a band's supporters were called. When Lynn explains their Motley status to Tally, Morgan smiles and gives a little wave hello to her fellow Beast. She returned Green's smile with one of her own to the pleasant mountain.

"Oh, heh-hi L'Aire. Um...ye are hath-having very pretty dressed-erm, dress, heh-heh," she looks down at her own daily attire, mumbling something like "did I miss a message?" She didn't think so.

Her "boss" then arrived carrying napkins. She waved hello in greetings to Ava before eyeing the napkins on the buffet table. "Um...Ava? Tis there aught-erm anything else t-t-that I can-can-can heh-help with carrying out?" Probably after she'd wiped the rain-gutter grime off her hands of course.

[Cabochard]

Newly arrived in town, Richard had barely had the time to drop his stuff off in his apartment. He hadn't had any time at all to set the place up - it was still just a few rooms with boxes, bare of any connection to him. But, as far as he was concerned, this was quite a bit more important. Richard had been lucky enough to find out about this meeting for the coronation, he wasn't going to waste that.

The man stepped around to the backyard, double-checking the address in his memory. Richard was dressed to impress, in a very stylish suit and tie. He had to look good, after all. How would anyone take him seriously if he didn't look respectable? He'd left his briefcase behind, however. Tonight was simply to scope out the locals, learn about the hierarchy. No business would be carried out with as little knowledge as he was going in with.

As he rounded the backyard, his tongue flicked out for a moment, the forked tips taking the time to dab his lips. Richard reached a hand up to smooth his hair back and make sure the horns were clearly in sight - though he'd already done it before even arriving, it was a comforting motion. As little as he wanted to admit it, he was a bit nervous. These people were new to him. They could be dangerous. They could try something. They could all be Loyalists.

The pale devil moved up to the group of people present, trying to look purposeful, and letting his hands dive back into his pockets so they wouldn't end up fiddling with each other and being distracting. He forced a smile for a second, before he started talking. "Hello, ladies, gentleman. I don't believe we have met yet - I am Richard Blanchett." After he was done talking, he kept forcing the smile, darting his eyes from person to person. Hopefully they wouldn't kill him.

[Evelynn East]

Sometimes, the worst luck turns out to be the best.

It had been less than a day since Evelynn's car broke down. She was a pretty handy lady, and normally would have been able to fix it herself, but it had been a more expensive fix than anticipated. She'd stayed in the only hotel room that had seemed to be available in the entire city for the night while she tried to figure out what to do. It smelled like must and smoke, and she hadn't been able to stand staying in it for more than an hour. She'd gone for a walk, bemoaning her terrible, awful, abysmal luck... and that was how she found out about the coronation. And that was when she realized... Sacramento was far enough. Maybe this was Father Time speaking to her about it being time to stop running.

Time to find a home. At least until she found the courage to go back to her real home.

And that was how she found herself wandering into the Coronation ceremony, her bag clutched to her chest. There were a dozen or so people here already, most of them mixing readily as friends do. Evelynn was shy, the sort of woman more inclined to simply stand at the side and watch the proceedings. Still, that felt too rude to be permissible, and so, blushing bright and clearing her throat, she waved meekly at the gathered group.

"Um, hi. I'm Evelynn. I kind of... stumbled into town yesterday."

[Trickster]

Lynn turned, her gaze sharpening at the presence of newcomers. She glanced at the both of them, a man and a woman. Were they together, did they know each other? Either way, they got a chance to make their intentions know. They were after all, here at an open party.

"Hello Richard. Hello Evelynn." She nodded at both and smiled warmly, offering a hand to shake if they looked receptive. "Welcome to the Sacramento Freehold. My name is Lynn Mills and I'm currently serving as Steward here. If you have any problems or need help getting settled, please let me know." She dug in one pocket and held out a card, her name and a phone number clearly printed on one side.

"And Mr. Blancett. If you would like, I can introduce you to the rest of the locals who follow Spring as well," she added, obviously referring to the fact that she herself was Spring. "A few of them will show up tonight, but we do have our private gathering spot."

[Gregory]

A Gargoyle in a frayed gray suit arrives in the backyard of Ednas Boarding House. He walks slightly bent over, his back arching with a hunch from years of poor posture, gazing down from on high. To those mundane eyes he appears as an old man, thin and lean but appearing hard and weathered from frequent habitation in the outdoors. But to his fellow Lost his skin has the appearance of stone as if he were carved from it, his eyes like marbles swivel in their sockets. His face has a likeness to a demon, making attempts at pleasantries difficult.

He nods his head to the officials as he passes them. "Steward Mills. Morgan. Malcolm. Miss Benoit. Emissary L'aire..." he speaks in a rasp that make him seem older and more demonic than he is. Gregory blushes a subtle pink as his eyes meet the inviting gaze of the Winter's Fairest. "A good evening to you."

His eyes swivel over to two pale fresh faces that he does not recognize. One, an apparent Draconic, seems similarly carved with pronounced horns atop his head.

The other...seems to house clockwork within her person. Gregory's eyes bulge at this familiar theme. An agent of the hourglass woman? Or a coincidence? His brow falls into a narrow glare that he keeps on the Wizened while perching himself on the stone-laden seating.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan smiled at Gregory's arrival, greeting the gargoyle with a wave hello, "Sssup Gregory! We've got new arrivals, yay! Oh--"

Morgan gives a squeak of surprise at the new arrivals before recovering. Their appearance was unexpected, but the arrival and how they looked. But neither screamed predator enough to make her freak out, so it was nothing to make Morgan hesitate more then normal.

The Twilit Paige present a short bow to Ricchard and Evelyn, leaves of her Autumn Mantle kicking up around her as she did so. This was quickly followed by a large wave hello: "Hallo! Welcome to t-t-t-t-town new folks, heh. Imma Morgan, heh-heh, tis neh-neh-neh-neh-erm," The raccoon coughed and shook her head. It was the only pause in her speech: "Egg-excellent to acquiant with ye. Imma the Twit-gerk-Twilit-Page, heh-heh. Sssso if ye need tour-guide I kah-can do that...For people-stuff-erm, social stuff," she points at Lynn, "I think Lynn tis awesome-bettter for that eh-heh-heh."

[Lesingnon]

He was hardly one of the early arrivals to his season's coronation. Bu then...he wasn't late either. So the Freehold's Magistrate was timely enough, as far as he was concerned.

Not to mention pleasantly surprised.

There were the familiar faces he saw, which was expected. He knew the faces, at least, of everybody he'd been in the Freehold for any appreciable length of time. But there were unfamiliar ones mixed in as well. Making this the first time in quite a long time that he'd seen any new arrivals at the Freehold. It was certainly a pleasant sight.

Although...wow, everyone was certainly bunched together.

So he supposed here was nothing else for it at the moment but to join the knot of individuals. Which he did unobtrusively. Since, you know, introducing himself right that moment would almost certainly mean interrupting somebody. And that he'd rather avoid.