(Open)Hunting

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi was not prepared. Oh, no she wasn't. Stepping into the Quicksilver Gate she knows she should have known more about it then Terri Nutkins has a shop here. But even as the overwhelming feeling of being in place with so much hustle and bustle, the petite elemental couldn't help the grin that spread across her face.

"Ooh Shiny." she coos. Both over the multitude of shop, but also for the crowd this might indeed become a favored haunt for her, to hunt simple treasures from other patron's pockets....her fell-flame eyes caught sight of many a mark, but no. Today wasn't for lining her own pockets, no, it was to find something she had been desperately needed.

A pair of gloves. Quicksilver fingernail drip. Quicksilver Gate. Mhairi was fairly certain she would find something she could work with here.

Sure, no one had made comment of her drippy fingernails, but she was self-conscious about them. Plus, drippy and sticky-even though the quicksilver drip wasn't sticky at all, instead burning up, and back into Glamour before it really hit anything...but...still.

So Mhairi began her hunt for the perfect pair or pairs of gloves. And maybe some more pieces for her wardrobe. She had a freshly cashed paycheck burning a hole in her pocket. Not literally, but....Mhairi gave a mental shrug. And cast her eyes about the vast, vastness of the Quicksilver Gate.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

As the petite elemental's fell-flames darted every-which-way, she began noticing when just about everyone started looking in one particular direction. Which tugged at her curiosity, especially when she hears a masculine voice softly curse. Mhairi turns to see just who, or what had drawn all these muggle eyes.

She see's the Ogre as he steps away from his spilled coffee, it's not the blood, or the bones she notices first, but cold light of his Winter mantle. "You're-ah sparkly." she says, before flushing. "Not uh-sparkly as in sparkly....not that I don't think you aren't sparkly cause you kinda-More like shiny. Yep. Shiny is a better word." she slaps her hand to her temple. "Uh-I'll shut up now."

A heartbeat, then another.

"Oh-I guess that-that was a-ah lie. Sorry." she says stepping closer. Slowly though. She didn't know if this Ogre was friend or foe. She didn't know how fresh from the Hedge and Other places he was, but she knew that the Freehold Oath didn't sing between them. Oh and she also knew that she would love to see Ramona Bohannon ...because having a trusted and frankly awesome badass Ogre and new Iron Queen at her back meeting this...potential baddie would be awesome. And maybe if tall bloody and brooding was cleared she might bug the Smith about her war fans.

The Ogre's rugged appearance and the you know, blood and icky boney parts unsettling her, but she tried to focus on the homelessy part of his look. "My name is Mhairi. I have napkins. Because I do. Don't laugh." she says, wriggling her drippy fingernails at him. Even with the burning up into Glamour bit, she still liked whipping up after herself. With her trademark crooked smile she offered up the napkin in question.

The place might have been different, but this strangely reminded Mhairi of her first meeting with Keith . Completely by chance and when she was after something else.

"So-ah let's go find a garbage can." she comments, both for the lent, (and please don't return napkin) and his crushed coffee cup.

[Evelynn East]

New screwdriver, and maybe some scrap metal or wood, if there was any to be had, to see what she could make with it, and also she needed to stop and buy some bread and there was this amazing little bakery with fresh fluffy bread and...

Evelynn missed the cursing man, but she spotted Mhairi because it was hard not to spot Mhairi, what with the way she practically glowed. Grinning, she trotted forward, coming up behind the elemental while stuffing her purchases into her bag. "Hiya Mhairi, fancy meeting --"

The man came into view then, all blood and bones and horns, and Evelynn found herself peering up at him with wide eyes from over Mhairi's shoulder. "Oh, uh, hi, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, I, uh," A pause while her gaze shifted from the man to her fellow Freeholder, "Didn't realize you were with somebody." Somebody without the pledge, at that. No reason to assume he was a bad guy, she supposed, but he certainly cut an imposing figure, and she remembered being by herself when she met Keith. It always felt better to be around someone pledged to help you when you were greeting a newcomer. Never can be too careful, right?

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"Ohmygod! Evelynn! Hi!" Mhairi squeaks. Glad that she had someone she knew, and trusted in her corner for this meeting with the blood stained Ogre.

But Mhairi had to wonder what the Wyrd was planning having possibly the shyest and socially awkward Freeholders met Mister Bloody, and Broody.

"Hello Shane. And I think we both," Mhairi waves her hand between herself and the Wizened, "Figured that out. Not that, not being from here is a bad thing. I'm not from here, and Evelynn's not from here. But-we-uh...want to make here, not-here-here as in the market-here, home." Mhairi sighed, and started walking over to where she a trash can should be, turning only to motion for the others to follow her.

"Thanks." she whispers at the Ogre. Understanding his meaning. "Good thing we're-ah here. You-ah look to-to be in more-ah need of a-ah new wardrobe then I am!" she says, a light teasing edge to her tone.

[Evelynn East]

Tongue poking out between her lips, a tick of either nerves or concentration, depending on the situation, and Evelynn dipped her head in greeting as Shane introduced himself. She offered him a quick smile and followed Mhairi. "It's um, good to meet you, Shane."

Why oh why did it seem that Evelynn ended up playing welcome wagon to so many Changelings? It had to be the Wyrd's version of a joke, right? Picking our her to run into Hank, Mhairi, Keith and now Shane. But at least this time (and the first time) she'd been with a fellow Freeholder. And hopefully Shane wouldn't flash a knife in an ill-conceived display of trust. Although, all things considered, that hadn't gone that badly.

Shane was gesturing to himself and his clothing, and Evelynn realized that his clothes - even without the fresh coffee stain - looked like they were going to fall apart at any moment. "Oh! I could..." Evelynn began, and started shrugging out of her coat, only to trail off with a faint blush lighting her cheeks. She was wearing a coat, despite the fact that the weather was slightly too warm for one. She just always ran a little cold. But she didn't need it, and that newly discovered maternal instinct was coming to the fore again, because she remembered what it was like before she took the Oath and she felt alone in the world. She was going to offer it to Shane as something to wear in place of his wet sweater, but the thought of the Ogre to wear something belonging to tiny Evelynn was almost amusing in its absurdity. "Ha. Um, never mind. But you know, there's plenty of places here to see about getting you something dry to wear." And maybe less likely to fall apart. Maybe Terri's shop, though she had to wonder if it was strictly appropriate to be bringing someone not of the Hold yet to another Changeling's place of work without permission... Well no matter, there were plenty of other shops at the Gate that would serve.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

There was sparkle of fear in the elemental's fell-flame eyes. Not at the sight of him, you couldn't really choose how you came Back looking like, but of the unknown danger he could represent. Loyalists and Privateers The thought echos like it did once before in the back garden of Edna's.

Mhairi tried to shake away those thoughts, not wanting to assume and feel like an ass for doing so, when all those paranoid thoughts were groundless. But it always was a good idea for 'lings to keep an eye out. Just in case. But as they meander near the trash cans, hearing Shane speak Mhairi couldn't help how her heart melts, a warm feeling echoing Evelynn's maternal instinct rises. For a blood covered, and bone-horned Ogre he was surprisingly adorable.

Mhairi really, really hoped that he wasn't a baddie plotting to do evil under his adoribleness. But hey, they were still in public, and if they stayed on their toes...

"Sure. Coffee sounds-sounds ah-good." she smiles. "Yeppers. Good. Or...well, better then good. I-ah do like my caffeine!" she chirps. Then a thoughtful look crosses her face, she brings up one finger to tap her chin. "Then-ah then we could-ah find a bench or something to-ah talk. Or whatever, then maybe get some-ah shopping done. I'll-ah get you a jacket, since-ah you're-ah keeping me caffeinated buddy." she drops her hand back down to her side. "Sound-ah good Evelynn?" it takes her a moment to redden, and pipe up once more, "Not-ah the jacket getting, that's-ah happening. But uh-the coffee part."

As she waited for her fellow Telluric to reply, she looks at the traffic flowing around them, "This is-ah definitely not a-ah great place for-ah you first intro here." she says, remembering her first foray into Sacramento at large. "Least I-ah met you Evelynn and-ah Hank and uh-Ramona-the-only-club-member-at the-time, at a lonely diner...much less ah-heart-attack inducing then this." Mhairi waves her hand, gesturing to the crowded market.

[Evelynn East]

Evelynn just seemed confused, for a moment, by his joke. She tilted her head, uncertain, until he specified that he'd been joking. She started laughing, that blush colouring her cheeks again, and her gaze darted downwards - she was laughing as much at herself for not getting it as she was at the actual joke.

The giggles only continued as Mhairi tripped over her words trying to explain that she was asking Evelynn about the coffee and not the jacket, and she put a comforting hand on the Elemental's shoulder for a moment, smiling. "I know what you meant. Sure, let's get coffee and find somewhere to sit!"

Evelynn made a face at Mhairi's suggestion that there were too many people here for a proper introduction into Sacramento. She had to agree, and her tongue darted back out between her lips again in thought, this time. "Uh. I mean, we could... maybe... go to somewhere else? Quieter?" She looked back and forth between the two of them, tugging on her sleeve while she awaited their responses. Of course, going somewhere quieter with the unknown - even if he seemed like a gentle giant sort - was probably risky. Last time had been fine, because Ramona was terrifying. In a good way, of course, but terrifying nonetheless.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2016-04-21 01:11:32		Evelynn rolls 7 to size him up (Wits+Emp+Spec) (10 Again)		2, 7, 5, 7, 9, 3, 9		2 successes

He seemed okay. But then, the Lord of Storms had seemed okay, too. There was something honest about him, genuine in his nervousness, and it made her more comfortable, but even so, her mind was shouting at her that he could just be a better liar than she. That wasn't difficult, after all.

  3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2016-04-21 01:14:26		Evelynn rolls 4 to pretend like she's not freaked out (Manip+Sub) (10 Again)		10, 2, 6, 2, 10, 10, 5		3 successes

"I mean, you know, just somewhere around here. I'm sure there's a quiet corner in the Gate where we can talk." Public and private at the same time. She offered Shane a friendly smile, guilt tugging at her heart because she felt dishonest, pretending like the slight change in her suggestion wasn't because she was afraid of him, just a little. It wasn't his fault, it was only because he wasn't a Holder yet... And was it really a good thing that her voice held so steady, her smile so certain, while she lied?

To distract herself, she turned her attention to Mhairi, then, and shot her a playful grin. "Technically, I was a club member at the diner, too, you know. Not just Ramona."