(1705) Welcome to Funderland

[Seraphina]

There was a smile and nod to Circe at the offer. Sera wasn’t sure if she would ever have to use those skills she acquired for her Master, she kind of hoped not to have to. But the thought of using a loud weapon just didn’t appeal to her.

But hey, it was good to know Alex wasn’t all about the titles.

Sera thought it went without saying that you watched what you said around humans. But she was curious as to what he was going to say about it, what he considered core expressions. Maybe there were some she didn’t know.

And then there was another new face! Damn, Freehold gets a theme park and every Lost starts to show up. Taking his boyish charm, the Nix smiles, “Hi James, I’m Seraphina, or just Sera. Do you prefer James or Quick?” she asks, her voice angelic and friendly.

A wide smile was offered to Sasha, “Great! We’ll have to sit down and talk when you have the time.” This was going to be fun! Working with another Season?! Especially another Season that was easy going.

A nod was then offered to Mhairi, “Excellent point,” she agrees before looking to the other Springs, “We can setup a time to meet and talk about if you guys want. Maybe get something to eat and bring it back here or something.” Best get it out of the way sooner rather than later.

[Ingrid]

"Its a fun park, after dark. We weirdos have the run of it now. It helps that some of us are in management positions... And we're just chatting about the site's future. You know. Plans. Wheels within wheels. Dreams. All the fun stuff."

The ethereal beauty smiled, tilting her head to one side she could totally check out the young man with his boyish charms Quick Travisc06489 . Of course, doing so also totally let her inspect the shape of his shadow, long and stretched out behind him.

"Does that sort of thing interest you... Quick?"

Ingrid added once she was satisfied that another wayward Lost had found their group.

Her eyes shifted back to Alexander.

"I'd be happy to go over the clubspeak. Nice to know we are all working from the same page."

Her eyes bounced back to Quick, briefly, and then onto Circe and Mhairi as the talk focussed on Lost who had recently passed through.

[Quick]

As his attention shifts to the purple-eyed one, he notices the chill in the air around her. Somewhat faint from where he's standing, but demanding none the less. Winter, then. "New territory? What happened to the last place, then?" He leaves the bit about Courts aside. He's sure he'll learn what he needs as the conversation continues.

His eyes fall next on the girl with the cosmic hair. "Hi, yourself." Her 'perfume' catches him next. A damp, leafy smell. So this one's an Autumn, and now we have a pattern. Quick had passed through places with different Courts of different styles, but here its Seasons. Sort of beautiful, in a way. Compared to his Durance, where primal weather resembled nothing of what he'd come to expect from seasons, the passing of seasons is something he'd never thought he would miss.

One after another, the theme solidifies. Circe next, giving off a dry heat. Almost unnoticeable compared to the Winter's.

Full circle, Spring follows with a flowery smell from glitter-girl. "Quick works." He smiles, but it fades on his face. He really isn't James anymore. Neither was that thing waiting for him when he escaped. "And I guess I'm calling you Sera. It's easier to say." His smile returns.

And plums? Gotta be plums. One of his favorites, though he'd liked them for their color as a child. Another Spring, he would guess. "Me? I don't know if I'd fit. No 'perfume' to speak of." He glances around at the assembled group again, taking them all in. Friends would be a nice change of pace - leading people is another story.

The girl who hadn't had anything to say to him break the theme, somewhat. The one with the classic features smells almost like a swimming pool. His mind drifts to images of sculpted bodies tanning in the Summer, but he'd probably have to ask.

Which leaves Mr. Plastic. A Summer, after observation. Quick wonders if he has anything to add.

[Ingrid]

Ingrid listened as the conversation wound around her.

"Makes sense," she agreed with Alexander but stopped short of fully endorsing his opinions.

"I'm from points north," the Darkling added. She lapsed quickly into silence as the fate of the previous Freehold was outlined.

"Thats a good point, Brigid," Ingrid dropped in quietly. "How does one becoming recognised around here? Is it all about figuring out the signs and getting in here after hours? Or do we have a secret handshake?"

[Circe]

Quick asked a good question about what happened to old turf. "I think I'm getting the hang of this club speak stuff. So I guess that'd mean I have a dry perfume then? Is that right Quick?"

Her left ear quirked in curiosity as Alex made his analogy to Jerusalem. It seemed odd to Circe, even if she gave lip service to faith out of tradition she thought the term was curious. "Yeah Alex, I'm definitely getting the hang of your club speak. Just don't make it obscure and follow standards, makes sense. And uh," Alex was from San Fran? "If you're also from there then you knew of Queen Anne, right Alex? Hope you didn't like her 'cause karma is caught up to her," courtesy of those she'd wronged, "Sorry to hear not many stayed. My condolences for the losses you had," she nodded solemnly, "and respect for the dragon slaying."

Sasha wanted to get more Lost huh? Wait, didn't that mean she wanted to: get Lost? That made Circe giggle. Then Brigid asked a really good question. "Good question Brigid," might as well make it clear she was curious too.

[Thomas Land]

"Hm-hmmmmm," the little Mole-Man fusses to himself as he hunches through the darkness of after-hours Funderland. Peering here and there about himself in a fretful fashion.

This has to be the place. All the signs were there. Plain to see. But where are they? And that's when Thomas turns a corner, spotting the gathered Changelings of the Sacramento Freehold. For a moment he freezes, a purely animal reaction to being startled. Then, slowly, as if forcing himself to become human again, he plucks the glasses off his distended mole's nose and wipes them with a handkerchief pulled from the pocket of his tweed jacket. Glasses and handkerchief replaced, he begins to advance.

Clawed hands--made for digging in the earth--smooth imagined wrinkles from his coat. An unconscious tick. Finally, Thomas comes to a stop at what he figures is a polite distance from the group.

"Uh-hum," he clears his throat to announce himself. "Yes. Well. Yes, good evening. Hello everyone. So sorry to interrupt." And then, after a pause and a little start, as if he's surprised himself with his own rudeness, he adds: "I am Thomas Land. A--yes--I suppose I'm a new arrival."

Very smooth, Thomas. Yes. Very charming indeed, he castigates himself, glancing furtively from face to face, noting the number of achingly beautiful people in attendance tonight.

[Seraphina]

Sapphires look back over to Quick, “We had a slight dragon problem. And by problem I mean he attacked our last place, The Four Seasons. Some Lost perished in the attack, but were not forgotten. We only just recently, like, very recently, took him out. And we are now rebuilding.” That was the quick, ha, version. Mhairi or L’aire could fill in more details if asked.

Smiling, “Then Quick it is.” And she totally understood about Sera being easier to say. She could have picked an easier name, but that wasn’t fun, plus, she could make up fun stories about her name to humans.

“Of course you fit!” she says to Quick, no Season didn’t not make him a Lost. He just didn’t know which Season fit best with him, nothing wrong with that.

As Alex began explain the whole club speak thing, she realized it was just as he said, common sense. So it was nothing new to her, terms she already used.

Shaking her head, “No questions from me, seems pretty straight forward and like you guys said, common sense. Thanks for mentioning it.” She meant it, sometimes people didn’t know and instead of asking risked them all. So maybe it helped someone, if not, nothing wrong with talking about it.

And seemed like Sasha was doing her thing, helping Brigid. It was weird in a way, to see a Winter being so welcoming and helpful. Sera had come across a few in her time who wouldn’t help those not of their Season. Seeing it in action, and the help she had gotten, makes her respect the Winter even more. With how small their numbers were, they needed to help each other.

Grinning to the Winter, “More people would be great! And maybe the theme park is attracting more to us. I mean, look at how many have shown up tonight!” the Nix was obviously excited about the new faces that had shown up.

Brigid posed an interesting question, how was that going to work? Would they swear to Mhairi? Spring didn’t have a Queen yet, so Sera wasn’t sure. So she keeps quiet, to see what Mhairi or L’aire would say.

Sapphires turn to take in Thomas as he approached. The clawed hands were interesting, especially as they seemed to smooth his already smooth coat.

“Pleased to meet you Thomas, I’m Seraphina, or just Sera, either works for me. But welcome, and a good evening to you too.” Greets the Nix with a friendly smile.