(1705) Welcome to Funderland

[Ingrid]

Ingrid shared a grin with Sera, almost conspiratorial in its nature. "Yeah. I think it will be great too."

She nodded once when Alexander outlined the Freehold's loose structure. She added another when the Ashen Queen confirmed everything he had said. Her smile wavered and melted into a more neutral line. None had indicated just how powerful each position was - the Freehold was renewed; and that meant a lot of things hadn't settled yet.

The Darkling sniffed as if scenting opportunity.

"So the Freehold... Owns... Funderland?" Dollar signs almost glowed in her eyes. "So. What kind of positions are open?" A creature of shadow and light still needs to eat. Savings and finances can only stretch so far.

She continued: "Whatever. What about... The good stuff, you know? Dragon's hoard? Um. Yeah. And what about local Gates? Any places I should be wary of? Oh and yeah! Goblin Markets! Come on... Every town has at least one, right?"

The Darkling was ticking off a list in her head as she spoke.

[Circe]

Alright, so if the gun running wouldn't restart, she could work at being a handy woman. That doesn't sound righ. Custodian, no then she'd have to clean toilets. Maintenance sounds better. The other new gir, Ingrid, didn't like the park? Circe's ears were flush to her head again. Then the Darkling was going along with it. Circe's ears perked back up and she let it slide past.

That'd be too convenient it would. Looting came up, and so did her left ear at Circe's blathering on about it. "I think the dragon slayers get dibs on it Ingrid. You know," she waver her hand towards the others present, "the whole: don't fuck with the slayer of the thing you feared. Though if they're running a park, dragon horde means they can afford to hire," she chuckled and grinned, "unless they wanna go all Scrooge McDuck with it."

And Alex was asking on her name. She leaned forward to scratch at the small of her back with her right hand. Then leaned back against the railing. "Meh, I didn't think on it hard Alex," Circe had not. She waved her left hand dismissively, "Circe kinda goes with my motley's names? Artemis and Eris, so Circe got in the middle," she shrugged, "They named me so its good. And Eris'd pissed if I went back to the cuss I let them call me before that." The elf's ears drooped down at the mention of that, like a chastised dog. "Scary dragon lady she is, but still a fanculo ton better then the scum ruling San Fran."

Yeah, Eris had been pissed that Circe had been letting them call her a "bird brain" since they stumbled out at the Lamp Post. Dragons could be fucking scary.

She wasn't sure what that had to do with the Mediterranean, even if she was Italian. "Nope, no islands in Europe. Met some that had a few Caribbean ones in my, uh...business dealings."

Circe's left ear raised on its own, as she quirked an eyebrow at the officer names. "Okay Alex, before I answer your question I gotta warn you I'll ask one back." she used her arms to lift herself up onto the railing and hold herself in place, "Quick answer is greener pastures. Nah, quick answer is San Francisco sucks. My motley having to scatter for safety proves that. Sacramento has a rep as good people, Artemis confirmed it, and sitting back there," she jerked her thumb pointing towards the south west, "waiting for Queen Anne's revenge seemed like a fucking stupid idea."

Circe then leaned forward, a twinkle in her eye as both ears came up. The ears also leaned forward as Circe faced Alex, as if wanting to hear more of what he said, "So Alex, my question now. If you guys are going all in with the theme park thing, does that mean you're going to be an actual gardener at this joint?"

[Ingrid]

Ingrid smiled as her eyes glittered.

"I like the study of Contracts. Something about them makes me go all tingly. I'm told I a nose for emotions and a knack for socialising. But those things I learned... Over There. But I could be a public face... If Mhairi doesn't want to sit in the limelight. You know, when we have Funderland up and running."

She peered around the group.

"Funderland is going to be up and running, isn't it? Its not going to stay in ruins, is it?"

The Darkling paused again, puffing contentedly on her cigarette; she only stopped to flick ash.

"I'd rather not get too dirty, know what I mean. I'm no assassin and no telling what happens to my skin if I get covered in dust." She added at last, answering Alexander's question.

[Circe]

Circe's smile stayed on, ears twitching with amusement, "Ah, metaphorical title alright then. Ha ha was worried the Iron Spear was going to become the Iron Spade for a minute. As for my business? To put it bluntly Alex," she pulled out something from behind her back. She held her Makarov by the barrel as she lifted it to show him, "I metaphorically dealt in arms. If'd I'd had a week's warning I might have gifted the Summer sovereign here with something big," she tilted her head and her ears drooped, "But that didn't happen, so I got just this," she wiggled the pistol in her hands before putting the Makarov back away.

As for Alex's other question, "I rather do like the idea of a shooting range. Its right up my alley, wait," her left ear raised along with her eyebrow, "You mean a kids shooting gallery with like, BB guns right? Or were you thinking something paintball or, uh, whatever the Hell those foam ball shooters are called."

[Changeling ST]

Funderland isn't in ruins. It's fully functional ala Google / it's website :P

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi give a laugh, fell-flames flickering at Sasha's quip, "That could work, but I don't want to keep the kids away since this is a place for them." Mhairi fell-flames flicker at the female Darkling, since they've talking about rebuilding the park plus the fact that it was night had the Spring thinking the whole park lay in ruins. "A few coats of pain, some renovating here and there. Making sure the daily grime and trash have been cleaned up...there's really not a whole lost that needs to be done. We just need to shape the space, control the flow of the wyrd and glamour. As for positions...basically everything." says the Wisp. "This is the whole Freehold. We need bodies, to keep this place operational." looking around those gathered, "Are we thinking about an ensourselled staff, or are we just hiring normal muggles?"

A shake of her head, "The Hoard's...well, I'm pretty sure everything on this sides's been picked clean, and the Spire....Sal's people have probably already been through and grabbed anything and everything they could. Speak of Sal...the goblin market here, is Sal's...Sal's Fleshmarkt. You don't want to go there. It's not..great." fell-flames flicker, motes of fire escape, dancing on the breeze, the scent of dead and dying leaves grows, the lightly spattering rain falls harder.

Mhairi remembers Morgan bleeding, the Grub's blade pinning her in the Pit. Terri's emaciated form..."Like...really, really not great."

The Summers start to talk about what they want out of the Park as the Springs had, and Mhairi smile a little. Maybe they'd all stay, maybe this was the promise of Spring. A renewal.

Or maybe it would be as it always was, and these new faces would disappear like the morning mist. She frowns, hoping for the opposite, even as she finds out that Ingrid is another Spring who liked the mystical, like Lucian a Spring into the mystical. Who blew out of town as soon as it was clear that the Wyrd didn't care for him as the Vernal Sovereign.

The Ashen Wisp sighs, shaking away those thoughts, "We can totally talk Contracts. I need to revamp the Archives anyway." With Morgan gone, her hold on the Archives diminished into something that wasn't remotely salvageable. The pages looked shredded and scorched. With how Ava's sections looked waterlogged, Mhairi suspected that the information the Lost brought to the Archives was so heavily bound to the individual that when they moved on and the wyrd snapped, causing their contributions to be destroyed by the very nature of their kiths.

"I'm a Queen, and I was voted to be in charge. I'll be the face. Not because of any ego or wanting fame or anything like that. I just want to keep focus off everyone else." says Mhairi quite seriously. She took protecting the members of the Freehold quite seriously. And if that meant taking center stage and public speaking then that's just what it'll take. Even if she'll need to refocus on Fleeting Autumn, so she could steal herself against all manner of Fears and anxieties.

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I know

I wrote the Haunted House as dilapidated because Funderland's for young children, and I didn't think there'd be a truly horrifying space for what I was after here. As for Edna's I didn't want to give up a place with so much history as we move to Funderland as the center of the Freehold. I've also talked to West, about wanting to make Edna's into a Site that can be used in Shards, and since having an actual Haunted House sounds more fun then just a Boarding House with an unusually history, I decided to have my cake and eat it too

[Seraphina]

As the talk shifts to positions within the Freehold, she says nothing, letting those in charge answer.

Huh, she hadn’t heard of someone having a name that ‘fit’ with their Motely. Or letting them name you, but hell, if it worked for Circe whatever.

She couldn’t argue with that, Sacramento having a reputation as being a good place. Sera heard it herself in her travels. Though it sounded like San Francisco had a shit storm going on, the current influx of Lot from there proves that.

Giggling, “Metaphors are so much fun, though I do prefer being able to speak freely.” Taling about Freehold things with humans around could be fun, with the right person and business. But it did get old after a while, especially if you had a dense conversation partner.

Oh, talk of Summer. Her brain begins to tune out, not really caring what Summer did. She wasn’t trying to be rude, but she was more concerned with her own Season.

Looking to Ingrid, “Have you had a chance to walk around the park yet? Figured if you hadn’t, we could do that sometime. See where we want to setup. That way we know what needs to get done and all that fun stuff.” Like money and paint or whatever went into making it nice.

Eyes widen with interest, “Oh, do we need assassins?” there was an evil undertone to her angelic voice.

The gun was impressive, but still a gun. Firearms had never been a thing for her. She understood the usefulness of them, and the damage they could inflict, but she also had Contracts. Contracts that did their own damage and could go through a pat down or metal detector. But if Circe was good with ‘em, then Sera had no issues.

“Paintball can be fun!” she’d played a few times and would love to play again.

Looking to Mhairi and nodding her head quickly, “Right, place of fun, totally.” She says with a smirk.

“Personally, I vote for ensourselled staff. Worrying about normal muggles staying after when they shouldn’t and seeing or hearing something seems risky. It could help control costs and give some others a place to belong.” Her opinions.