(16 SS) Coronation Summer Solstice

[Lynn Mills]

Lynn winked at her friend and went to choose a plank after Ramona's announcement. After a moment of thought, she carefully wrote the words Deliberate Cruelty in small block letters. With a small sigh, she turned and cast it into the flames, watching as the fire lapped around the edges, charing the wood and gradually erasing the letters.

Turning her back, Lynn made her way to the buffet table, joining Morgan in gathering a variety of snacks.

"You know, you're right. We need a Summer to complete the set. I wonder who we could get to join us?" Lynn grinned and playfully glanced around the gathering, as if she'd call somebody else over at any moment.

[Swami M]

Alex looks down at his plank and the available implements on the table. He considers a Sharpie and an X-Acto knife, but after further thought he sets the tools aside and extends a thorn from his index finger, using it to carve his message into the wood. That seems fitting, considering the subject. He's not sure this is quite what Coco had in mind when talking about understanding emotions, but it is the Feast of Anger after all. No reason to hold back. In jagged capital letters he scrawls...

DEAREST GULBADAN

FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK.
FUCK YOUR PRETTY FACE AND PRETTY LIES.
FUCK YOUR SECOND RATE SLASHER MOVIE PSYCHO GAMES.
FUCK YOUR FAIRY SLAVE PLANTATION AND YOUR GARDEN FULL OF FREAKS.
OH, WAIT... SOMEBODY ALREADY DID THAT. HOW DID THAT TASTE YOU WORTHLESS BITCH?
I HOPE THEY GOT YOU TOO AND RIGHT NOW YOU'RE SUCKING HITLER'S COCK IN HELL.
BUT IF NOT YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO GO FUCK YOURSELF UNTIL YOU BLEED TO DEATH.

SINCERELY, ALEX

PS- FUCK YOU.


Alex drops the board into the fire and watches until it turns to glowing ash. He relaxes as he feels an undefinable something leave him and drift away with the smoke. Once the cursed name has completely burned down to nothing, he goes to pay his respects to his Queen.

Alex joins By the Drinks Table

[Malcolm Green]

Green eventually turned his back on the spread. It didn't mean that he left the table, only that he turned round so that he faced outward into the Hollow, where he could watch the gathering. Plate in hand, he munched mechanically, and watched with a certain stoney disinterest.

His eyes fell briefly on the woodblood carving so furiously at his plank of wood. They move to the little cluster cooking their marsh mellows by the fire. They drop onto the little triumvirate of Ramona, Ava and Coco, so resistant to the flow of bodies around them.

He inclines his head to the Spring Sovereign.

[Evelynn East]

Evelynn could smell... was that marshmallows? Turning eagerly to the group getting s'mores, she went to join them with a bright grin.

Evelynn joins here

[Morgan Bellanar]

Alex and Daniel's fun stopped when Cosima entered...which made sense. Masters of a craft often confront amatuers or imitators for their follies. Morgan didn't have the personality to confront folks that were throwing poorly, but Cosima sure did for bad sword...ing? Swording was a word, right? She like Green was a little curious what the Hell Alex was carving into his plank like crazy. It must have been something detailed and descriptive to require so much work.

After seeing Lynn toss her wood into the fire, Morgan figured she'd had her wood long enough. Carving finished, the Beast tossed it into the flames with her usual level of accuracy. Then Hank was there, causing her to giggle and turn to her motley mate, "We-well Lynn, tis a f-f-full set now, yes?" Before leaning in to her musical friend to whisper, "Did ye s-signal him over heh-here?"

Morgan stays at the table to join this thread.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan just nodded her head rapidly to Hank's question, "Y-y-yes, tis a godo-good gathering thine hath heh-helped orchestrate Hank. T-t-thank ye. Tis a sight b-b-better then me first party in t-t-town, kinda-set-bar-underground-with-that-one." Morgan's eyebrows raise at the word "that" as she rambles. After a pause she will continue, " Um...I w-w-will say I've no clue w-what activities ye've planned for the night. Person-nan-nan-ally I did l-l-like the beer-pong thing, heh-heh, a while back. Or-or at least I t-t-think I did, tis a lil' blurry after a point, ye ken?"

Well the Lady Scrivener had passed out during that Summer party.

[Pixie Styx]

Wearing a favorite wine purple sundress, though the fawn has forgone the shawl, there would be fire, she was sure, and she would rather not risk it. Daisy made her way to the Summer Hollow. Time sure flies when you're is having fun. A beautiful women in her life, plenty of commissions coming in...an annoying ball of hedge fluff pawing at the studded collar Daisy had chosen for the Iron Queen's ascension. Especially considering who the new Queen was to her Coco. "Sly!" she scolds which is met by his unimpressed feline glare.

The two have their own stare off, standing in the doorway. The ink-dark feline pawed her porcelain arms, from where he'd sat within them. His tail flicks in annoyance, as he looks away remembering the bribe the Artist made as she fastened the leather around his neck. Catnip for days. Daisy sighs, wondering if she was turning her companion into a drug addled fool.

Her thoughts of the catnip addled cat left her mind when she set eyes upon a vision in green. Her lips curled upward in a fond smile, the fawn wished to prance over to her side and sink into the warmth of the women's flesh. It had truly been too long since they'd seen each other last (darn those myriad of commissions...)

First, "Entreatings everyone. Happy Summer." she said to the room at large. Then her Artist's eyes caught sight of wooden planks with markers laying next to them. Surly there would be a purpose for them....so Second should be finding out what purpose the items had, and what might she do with her Artist's instincts. But....but, Daisy Wen was a Spring and as such she'd follow her Desires over her curiosity....

Daisy goes here to glomp Coco!