(1705) Welcome to Funderland

[Quick]

Hoping for more from Alex, Quick is left with a vague response to his explanation on 'why Sacramento'. Before taking much time to think over what that might mean, Sasha chimes in on the subject. And though Circe lends sheds some light on his curiosity, even she seems skeptical. Out of habit, he feels the need to give them an explanation. All this questioning makes him uncomfortable.

"Would you believe I fell asleep on a bus and missed my stop? Why does anyone with nowhere to go end up anywhere?" He attempts to add a smile to the statement, though it doesn't reach his eyes. These people are new to him. How much else can he trust them with?

After a moment, he notices Plum's eyes lingering. Flattering. He conjures up the best answer he can offer with a shrug. "I hear the riverfront is beautiful. And it's been a while since I've held down a job. I'd like to see what there is to see and make friends." Or whatever.

He isn't a bit surprised to learn that the mole-man's interests are almost as uninteresting as he is. No, that isn't fair. The man probably has his uses. Bookish types can surprise you, after all.

The Autumn Queen answers what bleachy - Brigid - leaves unsaid, and Quick nods. Spring. All these seasonal Mantles must add something other than an outward 'flavor'. Must have some other uses. Looking between Mhairi and Circe, he adds "If I ever pick up on what you guys have, I guess I'll have to plan my wardrobe around it." He laughs a little to himself.

[Circe]

Circe was a little dissapointed that Thomas wasn't appreciative of her praise for his appearance, "Aww, I guess I went too much?" She guessed he was just shy. He certainly looked flustered enough for it, maybe it was a non-predator Beast thing? She shrugged but the smile didn't fade, "Books. I'm more brawn then brain I'll admit that right now." She nodded as she spook. Then Ingrid crooned in. That got a laugh from Circe, "Indeed Ingrid! I may be brawn by preference but its good to know others aren't. I'll bet he'll," she nods at Thomas, "be great at helping you with research Ingrid. I mean, he's a real librarian."

She turned to Quick, "Good idea Quick. Would be bad if you clothes clashed with whatever smell you get," the tone was anything but serious as she laughed along with him.

[Seraphina]

Smirking, “Now we, and this park have to be way more interesting and entertaining than Mexico! And if you don’t think so, then you obviously haven’t tried the nightlife around here.” She wasn’t being completely serious, her tone more playful than anything else. Mexico was fun, but it was only fun for one or two nights and then got old.

It did feel weird not to have an Oath to swear, but then again, this wasn’t a typical Freehold. She was curious to see how it would play out overtime.

Whoa, did Circe just tell the mole looking guy that he was cute?! Chalk that up to something she thought the guy wasn’t used to hearing! And the momentary gape seals that for her. Poor guy.

A librarian? Not necessarily her cup of tea, but hey, whatever made the guy happy. But his mention if enjoying researching their ‘condition’ was interesting. And from the pride in his voice, he must be good at it, or have some worthwhile stuff gathered.

“Sounds like you’ve found something you enjoy doing.” She wasn’t sure what else she could say. But having a job or hobby that brought you joy was extremely important to her.

Looking back to Quick, “Lots of fun and interesting things to do and see on the waterfront, you should defiantly check it out. Especially with the weather warming up, there always seems to be something going on.” And she was sure with his boyish charm he didn’t have problems making friends.

Alex’s statement on the whole travel thing was curious. She understood everyones need to be cautious, so she wondered what Quick would have to say. If he chose to even say anything. Was he vague because he had something to hide or be ashamed about?

[Thomas Land]

"Yes--of course. Certainly," Thomas's reply comes quickly, almost too quickly, in response to Mhairi's expression of interest in his collection. "Very good. Very good--just say the word." He offers her a bashful smile, which melts away into apprehension when he spies the hungry look in Ingrid's eyes. It's one thing to offer assistance and access to the Autumn Queen. It's another to welcome an unknown actor belonging to another court into his confidence. "Well, yes, certainly. We can work something out, I'm sure..." he echoes Ingrid. Though the words sound much more uncertain, vague, coming out of his beastly mouth...

Circe's comments only compound the Mole-Man's very apparent nervousness. The glasses come off again, and the handkerchief reappears. Fiercely, he polishes the lenses before replacing his spectacles on that distended nose. "Oh, I'm--yes--I'm sorry. It's just, well, the attention...I don't get much," he bumbles through the explanation with a sort of social ineptitude that proves his point. The whole time thinking: And perhaps you shouldn't address a peer like he's a shiny new toy? There's a bitterness to the thought that, thankfully, is masked by his crippling shyness.

Looking from Circe to Alexander, he continues: "But, of course, I would be happy--yes, that's right--happy to share what knowledge I can. It's not much, I'm afraid. But, at least, it's more than nothing." Maybe he's got more than he's letting on, but Thomas is careful not to make any promises, or to reveal just how much of value he currently possesses. "There's always more--so much more--to learn. And it does keep me--happily--busy," he replies to Sera. Perhaps it's telling that his response doesn't include a mention of 'enjoyment.'

"And yes," he says finally to Alex, "yes--thank you--I'm quite squared away with accommodations." With that, he falls silent, beady eyes focusing on Sasha as she pronounces her encouraging words, before looking after Brigid's departing form. "Oh yes, well, good evening," he calls weakly after the Wizened.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"See, Ingrid gets it." Mhairi says with a smile. Though Mhairi, Elemental that she was, failed to notice how Ingrid's crooning could be interpreted, and that normally, one didn't make that sort of noise when speaking about a library or to a man that looks like Thomas.

Her attention is taken by Quick. Fell-flames narrow. No. She really can't believe any Lost would fall asleep on a bus, no matter how tiered or bored. Plainly she looks at Sasha, and Alexander after that admission, the both of them because one was a Winter and the other their Groundskeeper.

Mhairi tries not to frown, but it might have showed up anyway. Circe was clearly unstable, and not in the same ways some of the Lost were. Maybe the Fairest was trying to be all things to all people. Trying to make everyone like her, but her act just...fumbled and made her seem...off. Contradicting her character. Or maybe the crazy gun toting crime princesses thing was the act and she really was this googly eyed girl who cooed over Beasts like they were pets.

It certainly didn't endear the Fairest to Mhairi.

Frowning a little deeper, and towards herself. Maybe she was overthinking this. Maybe the lack of an Oath was making her paranoid.

"Bye." Mhairi offers Brigid as the Wizened walks away. It was getting late.

Thomas seemed as nervous as she used to be, though the mole-man didn't stutter. Mhairi understood that sort of Fear. Maybe she could help the Beast like others had helped her. "At least you like what you do. To many of us haven't found something we like doing after doing something we...didn't like for so long." though Mhairi refrain from commenting on the few Lost who enjoyed their time over There, and it wasn't their choice to leave but Their choice to throw away their pet.

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You are correct Edna's no longer offers beds, but if there's a severe need for a 'ling to have a roof over their head, Mhairi has some sleeping bags and can offer the floor of one or two of the Escape rooms

Today's the last day to post folks! Tomorrow the scene'll close and others can open!

[Quick]

Circe's light mood isn't enough to keep the Elemental from feeling uncomfortable. What Alex was saying made sense, but it just sort of agitates Quick. What does this guy know, anyway? Then the Winter chimes in on the bus thing. Which, again, is pretty sound... but why does it feel like prying? Stay cool. Quick's brow furrows a bit, feeling a headache coming on. Why doesn't someone just go places when they want to go?

Alex's next question pulls him out of the thought loop he was forming. "I'll be fine. Look for a hotel or something. Thanks." He practically blurts it out, but covers with a polite smile. Even if Alex hadn't been offering shelter, Quick squashes the idea. He'd had about enough of these weirdos for tonight. He needs to clear his head.

To Sera, "I'm sure I'll check it out sooner than later. Keeps me grounded." Without thinking about it, the statement probably had a double meaning. "Hit me up some time about it." He adds.

As Brigid head off, he sees an opportunity for a social egress. He'd had his fill. "I should get going, too. Nice meeting you all." He gives a half-wave and turns back towards the entrance of the park. Unconsciously, his pace quickens to a jog before he reaches the gates.

Quick exits the scene.