(1706) Summer Solstice Luau

[Ingrid]

Ingrid appears, fashionably late.

On this occasion, the Vernal Monarch has decided to sidestep the fashion contest. This is not her Desire, this day; instead she wants the other women of the Freehold to shine. And they do. Ingrid pauses by the door while she slips off her sun glasses and takes in the view. Her eyes sweep across her Courtiers, a grin blossoming on her face; they linger on the Ashen Queen in her very appropriate get up; and of course, Sasha was a treasure to behold.

Ingrid is in short shorts: the kind of shorts that show off her legs. A tank top that is rather form hugging. Black plimsol shoes adorn her feet. Then there is the floppy broad brimmed hat and sunnies - concessions to her condition. Compared to the other women, she is an ugly duckling and deliberately so.

It doesn't stop her bounding over to Brigid McCarthy Forn Clakes and Seraphina Orianna to give them both a hug and whisper of gratitude for their work.

Then onto the others.

"Hi! How are you doing? Looking great. Nice shirt." Her words churn through her mouth. Simple pleasantries that are devoid of meaning yet mean a great deal when uttered. She passes by the men: @Otto Sirith Quick Travisc06489 and stops at Thomas Land unlimited sink . To the Mole Man, she intones: "You. Look. Awesome. Give us a twirl!" She might actually be serious?

And then onto Woland Alexander Brown with a curious gleam in her eye as she checks out his Mantle. "Well hello, sir! A pleasant solstice to you."

Ingrid provides the Onyx Queen with a contrived attempt at a curtsey. "Thank you for allowing us the use of your establishment." She is grinningly slyly again, but her words carry her sincerity.

To Mhairi. "Herr Direktor... Fantastic suit by the way. Really suits you. I... I doubt I could match that!"

By then, of course, Ingrid has bustled her way into the conversation.

[Circe]

Circe had been surprised and amused at the idea of a luau for Summer. She was quite late but she was a blase about it as she was with most things. Her attire however was a little out of place compared to the others. Even if she was showing off a lot of legs, complete with strap on sandals, "Wow, everybody is here. And good, I'm not the only one that showed up in Hawaiian. It'd be weird if I was," She cheerfully greeted everyone with a smile.

Then she ditched the trench coat onto the floor before kicking it under a table, showing her "Hawaiian" attire. She looked around the set up, slightly impressed. "Swanky decorations. Props to whom did it," she chimed as she walked over to Alex and Otto, "Sup Alex, Otto. All Summers here for the summer solstice!" before looking at Sera, "Are the grass skirts and coconuts mandatory? For everybody?" The elf laughed as she uttered the last question. Gender equality at its finest if the answer was yes.

"Oh, do we have any poi?" she looked at the food table, "I've never tried it, but I think its Hawaiian."

[Ingrid]

Ingrid fluttered about, swung by the bar to collect a drink and returned to the group. She closed on Otto Cash Sirith who was the one Lost she did not recognise.

Well, that had to change.

"Hey again. I haven't seen you before, so you must be new. I'm Ingrid. Spring... Courtier." The words last came with a noticeable change in her tone. Careful Ingrid. She may have claimed the Monarchy, but the Antler Crown had yet to manifest. The Season had not yet granted her its blessing.

"Who might you be? Did you find us okay?" Ingrid of Spring ploughed on regardless.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Conversation flows, the missing Freeholders, are quick to arrive and Mhairi steps away from the gaggle of Lost to find herself something to drink.

Deciding to forgo her normal vodka something - or even an appletini, the wisp thought that it might be fun to stay in theme and hunt down a Piña colada. Then, because she wasn't stupid enough to drink on an empty stomach she drifted over the buffet, putting some fruit and other things on her plate, before making her way back to the group.

To Sasha, the wisp tilts her head, "Huh. But then again, I can understand that." Mhairi hated the heat, and for the Winter's own Queen, she could understand why the women wasn't enjoy Summer's fire.

"Alright Otto." a nod, and a smile. "Mhairi's just fine too." Unless they were doing official stuff, but she was going to assume the wizened understood that. "So, Otto what brings you to Sacramento?" and easier question that didn't have the weight of 'where're from?'

[Thomas Land]

Thomas is clearly out of his element. And it shows. The Mole-Man stammers through a litany of greetings and good-tidings to his fellow Lost, but the look on his furred face is stricken, panicked. It make's his Mole's lips pull into a snarl, not a frightening one. It's more pathetic. Still, he tries:

To Otto: "Hmmm, well--hello. Very, um, fine to meet you." And then to Alex in a more formal tone: "A good afternoon to you, hm, Groundskeeper."

Quick gets a glance, but not much more from those Beady eyes, and Sasha receives a weak smile and a respectful nod. Circe merits a timid wave of his clawed hand.

The Autumn Queen, however, draws him out with her greeting: "Very, hmmm, good to see you as well, Director. I, well, would love to have a word later. If--yes--if you have time for a chat."

And then Ingrid arrives on the scene, as mischievous as always. At her request for a twirl, the Mole-Man simply looks embarrassed. "Oh, hm, you don't--I promise you don't want to see, um, that," he replies. He does manage to give her a genuine smile though: "It's good, yes, quite good to see you, Ingrid."

Before he can continue, however, Brigid interposes herself between them.

"Oh!" the Mole-Man squeaks, looking suddenly very cagey. "Oh," a little softer now, "Well, yes--I mean, hello Ms. McCarthy. Um, certainly, yes--how can I, uh, help you?"

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[Seraphina]

Eyes shine brightly as she watches everyone arrive and mingle. Looked like everyone had went with the theme, each with their own twist on it. Which was awesome for her to see, they had put together an amazing party!

And there was Spring’s Queen, making her entrance. Sera returns the hug and then her grin widens with the thanks. Maybe she had found her own niche so to speak, maybe this could turn into a business for her. Put together parties for humans, make a little money, worth looking into.

“You look amazing!” she gushed to Ingrid.

And then there was Circe…in a coat? Far be it from Sera to say anything, but it was weird to see say the least. Maybe the Summer had a different take on a luau?

As the coat came off, it became apparent that she was looking to make an entrance. Can’t know her for that.

“Hi Circe, that dress looks great on you!” before shaking her head, “Nope, not mandatory. I think themed parties are more fun when people aren’t told that to wear. Give them a chance to put their own twist on it.” Plus, not everyone would be comfortable in a grass skirt. The Nix just liked showing off.

A wide beaming smile, “Thank you Otto.” Score for Spring!

Walking to the bar, she grabs a water before returning the group.

Eyes settle on Thomas as she takes a sip, kinda feeling bad for the little mole. This guy was clearly out of his element, but he was making an effort.

As he breaks away to speak with Brigid, she decides to speak with him later. Maybe find some common ground, try and make him feel more comfortable or something.