(1708) Summer Coronation

[Circe]

Circe laughed loudly as Mhairi showed off her eating habits, "Guess we should'a made more frosting then." And Alex kept the converstation going on glowing food. While Circe grabed a bowl of said glowy pasta to munch on as she listened to the chatter.

She didn't respond with more then a snort to some of Thomas's words as her mouth was full. Eventually she got the food down, placing the bowl on the table and slapped her thigh, "Damn straight it ain't all bad Alex," she held up a hand as she shook her head, "And I ain't gonna say getting this figure was worth the price. I mean this," she pointed at her chest, "gets added by the normans constantly with just a scalpel for nothing but cash. Ain't complaining but stil I ain't that petty. But the power that came with it? That ain't so bad, especially when it lets us strike back at the bastards." The elf giggled, "Or avoid import tax. Though a user manual would've been nice."

When Donovan asked about taking his place back from his Fetch, the made Circe raise her empty hand with her middle finger over her index finger, "Fingers crossed on that man," quickly came out as she paid careful attention to her fellow Summer's plight. And retrieving her bowl to eat more pasta.

When Thomas questioned Donovan's choice of the word replaced, she quickly slurped down the pasta. She raised a hand to get Thomas's attention: "My idea. Steal memory juju hax, that'd be Autumn's thing. The juju magic stuff."

[Quick]

Quick smiles for Circe's sake. Mostly just at her calling him 'Jimmy'. The Seasonal Courts and their emotional ties are still odd, despite his own efforts to fit into them, but she's probably spot on. Joining a Court probably doesn't turn you into a one-dimensional robot.

"Spirit of cooperation and all that? Sure." he answers the Summer King. Though his next comment prompts a sly grin. "'Grown accustomed to'? Mr. Brown, that sounds like a compliment." As much as he'd enjoy messing with him some more, Quick can't resist trying one of the sweets. He A small one. Throwing up one finger, he grabs a cupcake with his free hand and takes a conservative bite. "Not bad. Today can be my cheat day." He laughs lightly.

Donovan and Thomas's conversation - snippets of it anyways - give Quick the chills. A bad trip down memory lane, for sure. "Thomas is right. They die. Take it yours is still around, Donovan?"

Shamelessly eavesdropping, Quick decides now would be a better than than later to give half a word to the Winter Sovereign. Plus he can't remember the last time he laid eyes on that bleach-scented girl. "What kind of job was this? The one Brigid almost took?"

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi lets the conversation flow around her as she stands outside of it, content to eat and drink and not make a fool of herself, the only thing that dampened her enjoyment was the silent women next to her. It was just wrong to not hear the Fairest's angelic voice.

"Sera? Seraphina ?" Mhairi calls the silent women's name, wondering just what was on her mind to keep her so quite for so long. "Is something wrong?"

[Circe]

"Sorry but the pew, pew battle is over Sasha," she made the appropriate onomonpia sound when decribing the battle. "Not sure if we are doing any more rounds but who knows," she shrugs, "I mean, ya can try when its open but, kids." the elf sounded less then thrilled with that last word. Too much crying when the lost.


About the only way it would be fun for Circe to "fight" a bunch of kids would require her to be in costume and hamming it up the whole time. And she'd probably lose a lot by going overboard with the ham acting. When Quick speaks of being complimented, Circe titters out a giggle but refrains from snarking about it. Mostly due to a cupcake in her mouth. She was finished by the time Alex got to the talk of stunt drivers. This time she did snark: "Eh, probably does for the roll cage." And she kept right up with her "boss" as he went on about regret, "Insert that quote about forgiveness against permission right there," pointing with her water bottle at Alex as he was speaking. The other hand grabbed a cupcake and took Sasha up on her offer: "Ere ya go!"


"Wait? Jimmy, your name is Quick? Or is it James? Oh! Or it is a combo?!" This was directed at Quick now that Sasha had called him something new. She'd only heard his name a James.


Mhairi's outburst at Seraphina got some of the mirth out of Circe. She stepped up to the Autumn Sovereign, "She ain't got a food allergy does she? Or flashbacks? FYI, never give a Lost with flashbacks a gun." She turned towards the Queen of Winter, looking into Seraphina's eyes, trying to gauge if there was any focus.

[Donovan Ackerman]

Thomas seemed hesitant to give up the information. The King had mentioned the Mole man being twitchy. So entirely unexpected.

“Well, if you can think of anything. Or if you want to meet somewhere else to talk about it,” even the Wizened could see how a crowded room might feel like the crowd was closing in “let me know.”

He sighed when Tom asked about the replacing “Takin’ the place of a fetch that is years older than you and got a college degree on top of that.” Donovan wasn’t completely convince it was possible with all the hardship to make it worth it.

“Yeah,” he replied to Quick as he entered the conversation “Still alive. Still close to my family. Like to get rid of it ‘fore it can do them harm.” Specifically hi mother but he still didn’t know what had happened to his brothers. They could be in danger if they approached his fetch.

The Wizened gritted his teeth and smiled at Sasha “Good to meet you,” he managed.

[Thomas Land]

"Why yes, yes he does," Thomas answers Alex, his wavering tone touched with a bit of incredulity. "If he wants to, hm, live to ride again, that is..."

The Mole-Man's wire-rimmed glasses wink in the light as he turns to regard Circe, seeming to consider her joke. "Unfortunately, uh, there's no roll-cage on these...hm, vehicles..." But they've moved on to other topics now, and Donovan's own questions are still turning over in his mind.

"Well, that would be a tall order, such a...replacement," he responds. "Perhaps it would be, uh, wise to discuss this further at another time..." Thomas is not quite sure what he could do for the Wizened, but he's willing to try. Maybe. In any case, he considers Donovan closely for a moment, squinting through his glasses. The poor man... Thomas's sympathies are aflame for the Woodwalker, if only because he knows what it's like to deal with the misdeeds, or possible misdeeds, of one's fetch. Miserable, miserable creatures.

To Quick now. Quickly, as it were, the words coming out in a rush: "That's right, that's right. But...have you, um, any experience with that?" It would be interesting to speak with someone who had done the deed, to put it lightly. There's a look of intense, almost frightening, interest on his Mole's face

[Ingrid]

"'Fraid so," Ingrid replied to Sasha, her face forming a frown of sorrow. "We missed you."

Letting the issue lie, she turned to Quick.

"Ingrid was going to help manage the Blue Note. Or something. Something like that." She shrugged, turned back to Sasha and grinned wickedly, cupcake in hand.

"A cupcake it is! Here, try this one."