(1705) Welcome to Funderland

[Circe]

"Well, guess if you're in charge then long live the queen and all that." After a pause she nodded her head towards Seraphine, "And Hell yes, we should be ensourselling the hired help. Or at least the ones that'd be a pain to keep shit hidden from. I don't think we are gonna have enough 'lings to do without the humans." A frown marred her face, "And if the hobs nearby are slavers then hiring from the Thorns would be a totally shit idea." She shrugged, "Besides, with the right pledgecraft the Wyrd can get a front business to be profitable."

Metaphors and talking freely? What did that have to do with the staff. "Uh...good to know you like metaphors I guess," Circe couldn't do anything to hide the confusion in her voice. And she stayed confused, "Assassins?" Oh, the gun, "Sorry to disappoint Sera but I'm just a gun runner, not a hitman," Circe's face gained a wicked smile, her ears perking up high. She proceeded to grab her own chest for emphasis, "I am really not a hitman."

She then gripped the railing she sat on again, amused at her own crude humor.

Circe did something new. She blushed as her ears drooped. "Uh, I uh did not abandon the market so much as abandon where most of my contacts are. I can still walk the walk but I gotta find the local trod, so to speak," her left ear twitched as she thought about it. "That was a bad metaphor. Whatever. I can still deal, just less quality and quantity then before."

She laughed, "That'd be a shit mix up alright Alex! Funny, well until the lawsuits start. Meh, maybe we'll bronze some Thompsons for display or something," the amusement turned to excitement, "But cazzo si, paintball sounds fun. Movie set pieces I ain't gonna be help with. I might know some people but people that can deliver that."

"But yeah Sasha, we could probably scrounge or mock up a backdrop. Like gangster or cowboy."

Contract crafting was a thing? "I too am curious. I know pledgecrafting is a thing, and same goes for mechanical shit, but Contracts? Making those is a new one on me."

[Ingrid]

A genuine smile breached the Darkling's dark lips.

"We can sure do that, Mhairi."

Turning toward Alexander: "Oh they are tools. And so much more! True magic. Our magic. Our lore. Each Contract is a tale and a bargain. I bet we've forgotten a lot and its waiting out there to be rediscovered. And yeah... In theory, we can make new Contracts. But its not easy. Each one is an epic quest and an epic piece of pledge craft. Only the very best or the very desperate can do it. There has to be a need for it; has to be a need to use that kind of desire... Right now? I just want to learn more."

Hunger lingered in her voice as she turned to Laire. "I'm totally for after dark entertainment! If we're going to run this thing, may as well make use of it fully, you know? It would help the money side of things too, if we could get this place known as an entertainment precinct and not just a fun park for the kiddies." Her glance slid back to Mhairi as she spoke.

More dubiously: "How many staff were you thinking of? Ensorcellment means pledges. Those are big, meaty things. They can get heavy when you have to ware them all the time. Who'd carry them all?" A shrug. "Maybe ensorcel key staff. Let them enforce the rules of where the rest can go. You know, if one thing the Other Side taught me is true, its that hierarchy has its place."

Back to Sera. "We can sure go and look for a site for our Wishing Well, Sera. Give us a chance to fully explore this place... Assuming you haven't already?" She turned a hope filled gaze on the Fairest.

And then to turn the conversation back to what the Darkling was actually interested in: "What about trods and major Gates? Any around here?"

Wide eyed curiosity: "Whats so bad about this local goblin market?"

[Mhairi Ankaa]

There were so few of them, but still the conversations going this way and that had Mhairi a little crossed-eyed-err-cross-flamed?

Her fell-flames flicker as she ponders it.

She came back to the crossed crossed conversation to Sera's evilly inflected question about them needing assassins. The Leaden Queen snorts, but doesn't say anything. They were Lost, and as grim as it might sound sometimes an assassin or several were needed.

Mhairi's fell-flames flicker, and she nods quite enthusiastically along with Ingrid at this topic change. "Oh yes! I've dabbled in hedgespinning, and I've done some oneiromancy, but Contracts." her flames flicker, motes escaping with more speed then before. "Contracts are the soul of what we are now, without them, some of us - maybe even most of us wouldn't have been able to Get Out. I'm sure you've heard the stories, the creation of the Courts. To craft a new Contract...it would be a quest like that. Nearly impossible, save for that last kernel of knowledge, or that slice or desperation - like Ingrid said - but the craft a new Contract, or maybe renegotiate, add a Clause, or add on a Clause, or-oh!" Mahiri nearly squealed with the possibles. "Something like that..." she shakes her head, and nods. Understanding Ingrid's Desire to learn more, but it was that Desire that might have prevented the Darkling from finding a home within Autumn.

"That's why I'm asking, I don't to ensourcell everyone and their mother, but....maybe on Ensourcelled staff around, or operating the Seasonal attraction, and normal muggles for everything else."

Obviously Sasha's After Dark suggestion was a hit, Mhairi nodded along, with a smile,"I was thinking that, or at least special occasion nights. A kid friendly experience in the daytime, with something like a Murder Mystery Dinner or maybe just an amped up Haunted House for when when all the kids are safe in bed."

The Summers talk guns, and the newest one apparently sells them. Or runs them. Was there a difference? Oh, and apparently a hitmanwomen for hire too. Mhairi really didn't know what to think of this strange elf. But it looked liked Funderland was getting a paintball place.

[Seraphina]

Excited eyes move to Sasha, “Oh, that would be great! What type of events or activities were you thinking? Maybe something one night for a younger crowd and one night for an older crowd? Hit two big age groups. And if it’s unique enough, we’d stand out and it would draw more crowds.” Sounded good to her.

There was a small and brief clap of her hands as Alex agrees about the paintball, “That is going to be so much fun Alex!” she couldn’t wait to try it out.

A sly smile was offered to Circe, “Oh, I mentioned the Assassins cause I kind miss the job. Thought if we needed one I’d put my name out there.” Yeah, the pretty Nix used to kill those her Keeper wanted dead. Surprise!

Ah, so she had to build up her contacts. Made sense, new city, new Freehold.

At least she wasn’t the only one who was curious about what Ingrid said. She knew about contracts, but wasn’t sure about how crafting them worked.

Curious sapphires turn to the Darkling, eagerly listening as she spoke.

“Have to say Ingrid, you’ve gotten me curious and wanting to know more as well. I hope you’ll share knowledge as you uncover it.” Cause it sounded useful as hell to have.

“I’ve walked around a bit, and there are a few interesting spots that could work. But now that I’m not a Court of one, I’m interested to get your take on them. Or maybe some place I overlooked will catch your eye.” Plus it would give them a chance to talk more, get to know each other.

Smiling to Mhairi, “Oh, Murder Mystery? That sounds like it could be fun!”

[Circe]

Huh, so you could make a contracts, Circe never knew that. "So, you'd have to be really studious or very screwed to be able to make a new contract...Ingrid? I hope you go with studious." Then she gave Ingrid a thumbs up, "Woo for happy hour at the park! Mascarade, wait. Ha ha, I got an idea," a wicked grin crossed her face, "Paintball matches with bets: loser pays for a steak dinner or something like that."

Circe felt like bragging, "Mhairi? You make a good point about escapes, though I know some that didn't escape that way," she wasn't about to give credit to that wasp for her own escape. As for whom to ensorcell, "Groundskeepers, as in the actual gardeners not," she points at Alex, "Alex. Oh and security would be a good idea. Anybody who'd stay after hours," made sense to her.

She grinned wider, ears bouncing in excitement as Sera mentioned her assassin background. "Cool Sera. Well I'd be happy to sell you guns for your work. When I get back up to having the good stuff in stock I'll give you a discount," which she didn't have well anything right now.

And then a see through girl showed up. From the land of the deep dish pizza no less. She gave her fellow newbie a nod, "Sup fellow newbie?! I'm Circe. Don't think I got the chops yet to say yes or no. Though I'm doubting a no getting said."

[Ingrid]

"My Desire is yours," Ingrid said to Sera with a wicked twist to her lips.

The Spring Courtier turned an attentive ear to the rest of the conversation. When the Chatelaine appeared the Darkling simply turned her head and raised what passed as her eyebrows with interest.

"Another one. News must have travelled fast. Or maybe we need to check for open trods..." A smile split her face for an instant and then was gone.

"Ingrid. Of the Emerald Court." Ingrid eased her cigarette from her lips, cupped her fingers around it and tapped out ash. Her nose wrinkled at the faint aroma of bleach that had begun to seep into her nose; she gave its source a quizzical look as she attempted to work out what that signified.

Somewhat distracted, she turned back to the conversation. "Its a good plan for the longer term. Right now we only have a fun park. How much space do we actually have? I say - baby steps! We can grow in the future but right now, lets take stock of what this new Freehold possesses and work from there. Everything tree starts from a small seed, remember."