(1705) Welcome to Funderland

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi's brows climb high enough they disappear into her bangs. Sera was an assassin? Was that the entirety of her Durance? If so, it painted whatever the wisp thought about it in an entirely new like. If the...killing came later, when she came Back...fell-flames flicker. It warped what Mhairi thought she knew of Sera.

Circe seem fairly....energetic. Happier then what Mhairi would assume of a Summer, but then there was the enthusiasm to arm Sera after the Nix told the entirety of the 'hold that she was or perhaps still is, an assassin.

Mhairi nods, fell-flames flickering slowly as she looked at the mirrorskin, "I know. I've already thought about Halloween parties." turning to Sasha, "I figure we could do all of October as a special horror themed something, maybe just for the After Dark crowd, and then for the kids, maybe just the week leading up to Halloween. Then something festive for December, but something that also ties better to Winter....I know that holiday joy isn't Sorrow. I know February falls in with Winter, but the Springs could cover that...." the year covered lots, and the Sesaonl Courts would have to look after it, make sure the Solstices and Equinoxes were observed properly as they tried to build Funderland into the heart of their community.

Mhairi frowns at Alexander. Just because she was The Boss didn't maker her any less the Leaden Queen. "Hello Brigid," Mhairi waves, her quicksilver coated fingers fling droplets that burn up before landing, "Like Alexander said, I'm Mhairi, Mhairi Ankaa and since he forgot to mention it, I'm Autumn's Queen as well as the Director." Maybe he'd just forgot, but he hadn't forgotten to add that L'aire was Winter's Queen. "So, I'm not just here to be an overseer, but I'm here if you need to talk about something that would fall under Autumn's purview." Mhairi added, with the recently left Lucian, and the currently here Ingrid's interesting the occult, it didn't seem that far fetched that another Spring might be interested.

Mhairi tilts her head as the Chatelaine speaks, "Well, we've only recently come to own Funderland, so everything really needs to be seen too. Each Court will have their own attraction, we're talking theme nights and After Dark parties. We want to cater everyone, from young kinds to adults and everyone in between. It's going to take a lot to organize it and make sure we're not biting off more then we can chew...if you'd like to help, with that. I'm not going to say no to an extra pair of hands." the wisp offers up a smile.

[Seraphina]

Seeing another new Lost was actually a pleasant sight to the Nix, even if the smell of bleach wasn’t as nice. The Freehold needed to grow.

Sapphires take in the classic bone structure of the woman, finding her quite striking. “Hi Brigid, welcome. I’m Seraphina, or just Sera or the Emerald Court.” She greets with a smile and small wave.

Looking back to Circe, “That’s a generous offer, but I’ve never used a gun before.” They were loud, well, at least the ones she had seen in movies were.

It was nice to see them all pitching in with ideas for the park, working together.

Nodding to Ingrid, “Great point. If we aim too high while having nothing set and done, we might get in over our heads. Not that I think that will happen, but best to start small.” They could get overwhelmed, which could lead to the park failing.

Eyes light up when Sasha talks about theme nights, “Oh! Theme nights! That would be great, the possibilities are endless!” with each Season creating themes they would have a year round schedule.

Looking back to Brigid, Sera wasn’t sure what to make of her words. Live to serve the community?

Nodding to Mhairi, “We could possibility look at maybe doing a combined event. Something from Winter and something from Spring, bet it would be amazing.” Least it sounded that way to her. “Well, that is if everyone wanted to of course.” Cause doesn’t work if one Season said no.

[Circe]

Alex's worries got a laugh out of Circe, "You got Alex. And, no no. I ain't going to make any jokes about getting head on that one. Godfather deserves more respect then that," she nods solemnly as she says so, "And don't worry, I know I"m a little fish among sharks with that business. And," she chuckles, "I won't let that business anywhere near this business. Bad for their business image anyway," she should probably not say too much more. Safer for everyone that way. Especially her own bank account. "Though if we are going for theme nights, I did know a few friends in show biz. I can try making some more."

Wow, Brigid was kind of timid (by Circe's violent standards). Circe's left ear drooped as the right one lifted, an eyebrow raised as she looked curiously at Brigid. She lives to serve? She sounded sincere about it, not trying to brown nose. Girl needed to get with the action. But if she was serious on it, Circe could use help moving crates when she got the old, metaphorical, mojo flowing. "Good to hear."

Huh, no guns. "Well if you prefer stabby bits or Contracts Sera then I can't help," she chuckled, "But offer stands and I'd be glad to give out pointers," Bang bang was louder then a knife in the dark, true. But loud had its uses. Circe beloved it was called suppression fire. "Hm, I do recall South Park having this really depressing song about Christmas," Circe was pretty sure that it also was not politcally correct. The show seemed to always try to be a incorrect as possible, "But we might get sued if we sang it."

[Ingrid]

Ingrid smiled thinly as Brigid continued to speak. If the Darkling had eyebrows, she would have raised them in mock surprise.

"Wow. Talk about devotion. If thats what you love, then love it. But leave yourself from free time, hey? What do you do outside of, you know, serving others?"

From the lilt to her head, Ingrid appeared to suspect that there was something amiss with the new arrival. She sniffed again, as if to assure herself that what she had smelled was indeed a Mantle of Spring. Her eyes lingered on the Chatelaine, even as the Darkling allowed herself to disappear under the growing debate on future activities.

[Quick]

In the past few months, he'd seen all sorts. Some more memorable than others. Loose collaborations in Michigan to paranoid (even for the Lost) strongholds in Kansas. Having reached literally the other side of the country, this place seems worth checking out. As much as anything is. The only other option would be to head South and leave the country - because Canada isn't an option. No beaches, right?

On top of all that, this one's at an amusement park. You can't make this kind of thing up! A collection of oddities and 'mythical creatures' surrounded by swirling lights and all the trappings of merriment. As amusing as all that may sound, Quick isn't willing to take his chances. This place could be a Loyalist trap, for all he knew. A big sign reading 'Take Me Back!'. At this point, though, there's nothing else left for him. No one ever gained anything by avoiding... well everything. Keeping his true face hidden, he cautiously approaches a group centered around the ferris wheel.

The first to catch his eye are the flashy, golden vixen and the purple-eyed beauty . The latter of the two glowing like something he'd seen pictures of from Alaska - which he'd also never visit. Almost everyone here is interesting to look at, except for that one generic looking guy . Appearances aren't everything, though.

They're just almost everything.

And Quick hopes to impress with his posh-looking blue shirt. Quick doesn't catch what the plastic man is talking about, other than something to do with 'clubspeak'. Can't be that important.

"Clubspeak, huh? I take it you guys like to be cautious. James, by the way. Or Quick" He smiles and shrugs apologetically. "Didn't mean to interrupt... I'm just wondering what all this-" he gestures at the surroundings ​"is about."

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Spring was ending, but it was blooming. Brigid's bleach scent made her nose scrunch, but reminded her of the recent bout of spring cleaning she'd gone through at Edna's and with her admission of being a personal assitance, maybe taking care of people, and cleaning after them was so tied to her that the wryd itself made it known....but she was a Chatelaine so it wasn't surprising...but Mhairi thought that her Desire would push her far, far away from anything that reminded the wizened of her....duty.

Mhairi fell-flames flicker at the hitwomen, markswomen, arms dealer, mafia princess-whatever she was. When Mhairi first arrived she said she was a thief, and didn't get a favorable reaction to it, but now Mhairi was starting to get it. It wasn't the admission of criminal activity, but the blatant way she'd said it. Their lives were covered in secrets and half truths, because no one ever really knew if their neighbor was on of Their spies. Loyalist or Privateers. Back then Mhairi couldn't even keep her occasional thievery a secret from someone who'd asked, how could they trust that she could keep their secrets secret if she couldn't keep her own shit close to the chest.

Mhairi tries to catch Sasha's eye, but doesn't know if any of her concern shows properly. Hell, with how hard this sort of thing was for her now, she might just look constipated.

"Spring doesn't have a Sovereign, so ladies." though with Sera's already leaving it to Lucian who ran, and Brigid's Desrire to serve, Ingrid might just be the new queen of spring, "If any of you wants to be Queen...do whatever it is that Springs do to decide or finalize that. But if not..." Mhairi shrugs, "Then it's good. This is why we voted on a...Freehold hierarchy. But I just uh-bring it up because, there use to be a Lurkglider here who was handmaiden to San Fran's Autumn Queen...she wanted to be mine." which was weird. It was really, really weird. It was still weird to think about. "So if that's a thing that you want to...uh...do...." the wisp trails off lamely.

"Hi!" Mhairi chirps at the bland normal guy. "Uh-James or Quick?" Mhairi bites her lip and frantically tries to think of how they'd get this muggle away from their spontaneous 'hold meeting. But the Winter Queen must have seen something that Mhairi missed as she openly brought up their conversation topic.

Contentiously Mhairi continued on, trusting Sasha's intuition or whatever it was she had to lead her to believe that this James...Quick could be trusted. If he couldn't be, there was a whole freehold here, Mhairi was sure they could think of something to do. "Club speak's mostly about common sense. Just use words that'll work. With Funderland, we can just say Funderland for the 'hold, or the actual theme park....perfume's a good one for mantle. Seasons are just clubs. Fearful, giddy, chilly hotheaded. Autumn, Spring, Winter, Summer. See. Just a whole lot of common sense."

[Circe]

Clubspeak? What was that? And some regular looking guy beat her to it. Was he hiding himself for fear? Circe snorted in amusement. Maybe he was weak but he had asked a good question: "I too am curious about this club speak, Quick. I've heard of motleys that had their own code phrases but never a Freehold," she nods her head, "Oh and Quick? Good job demonstrating that whole guys not being what they seem thing being discussed."


Circe got the caution thing, though her preference was more marital preparations then subtlety. People could be cops, loyalists, monster hunters, or many other sources of trouble. "Meh, what she," she points at Sasha, "Said Quick. I ain't got much to say about this night, being new too. I'll defer to the angry crowd that outranks me," Circe nodded her head towards Alex, You can call me Circe by the way."


Circe was indifferent to the look from the Queen of Autumn. She'd had permission from the Freehold in San Francisco to do her business. Circe figured it was better to know how the bosses here felt about her continuing her work. Sounded cool aside from Mhairi's weird looks. Besides, how could she attract partners to help with the mystical side of business if nobody knew about it? She needed a power base to keep the Rogues safe, so risks need be taken. The quick summary of club speak caused her ear nearest to Mhairi to quirk up, "Huh. That makes sense. Glad a boss for this, uh, club has common sense," she shrugs.


Something else the Autumn had said wrang a bell in Circe's memory. "Lurkglider...hand maid? Wait," Circe wracked her brain to recall the bunch that had fled a few months back. "A bunch of San Fran's, uh, club peaced out to here. This handmaiden, Was it Dim Brain? Dinbrane! She got out? Good. Her motley was cool," not friends but not enemies, "Are any others from San Fran around? Most of the good motleys left in that exodus."


A statement which could beg the question: what kind of motley had Circe been in? A question Circe wouldn't answer for several reasons.