(1803) Spring Coronation

[Circe]

Circe was going business casual tonight. She'd not had a new pretty outfit to show off and was reserving that for her coronation anyway. One of her usual suits graced her figure with the cut adjusted to hide her favorite kind of accessory. No reason to be unprepared. Or ignore the chance to impress an admirer with that old game of shoot the bottle if it came up.

As for her entrance, "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii everybody!!" shouted at the top of her lungs as she came through the Wishing Well. It was truly nice to offer a friendly greeting and have it returned in kind. As opposed to doing it to ensure her motley hadn't been focused upon as much as the elf had.

Circe struts over to the group, an adimiring whistle let loose, "My my my, so much wonderful candy for the eyes tonight," her walk stops before Seraphina. A habitual hand wave and bow from her training in Arcadia presaged her greeting, "Hiya to the Queen in Emerald! How's it going Sera? Oooh," she turns to the Cosima, "You new? You look familiar."

Circe honestly hoped it wasn't someone from the Bay. Sadly, her loud entrance had prevented her from hearing a lot of the conversations going on.

ooc: didn't mean to hit bump earlier, I was trying to hit LIKE but bump instead

[Coco]

"Well, Ser-ah," Coco said before she turned to the ravishing woman who, it turned out, was so captivating that, for a moment, it felt as though Coco's gaze would never move from her enchanting form. As though a spark had been struck upon oil, a thousand blazons sprung to the Wasp's mind, though her heart was still too wounded to give voice to any of them. In fact, for a moment, it was as if the duchess was standing there before her, smiling that coy smile, and yet a moment later it was gone, leaving Coco feeling tongue tied and uncomfortably tingly as she started at her fellow Courtier.

"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you," she offered lamely before, suddenly, another woman was bursting in.

Thank the stars!

"Greetings to you, as well, most exuberant of violets. I'm not new, I'm simply like a bad penny. It seems Sacramento cannot get rid of me."

[Ingrid]

Ingrid recovered from the sight of Sera and John's close friendship. She even managed a secret smile for Sera...

...Before a newcomer blazed into her Court. Literally. The gentle feeling of sunlight tingled on her exposed flesh and the scent of growing things mingled with her own rip plum aroma. Ingrid could only stare with mixed awe and surprise at the brash, bold, action.

With a little hint of envy.

Her mouth opened and sound simply refused to come out. It was probably a good thing that Sera had engaged Coco in conversation; and that Circe had burst in on them as well.

"You were here... Before?" The Darkling squeaked. "Uhm. Ingrid. Vernal Sovereign, bless by the Antler Crown."

This was supposed to be her event, dammit!

"Times change, friend. This Freehold does not require an Oath simply to stay. However..." Ingrid purred, "I can sense the strength of your mantle. We should talk more. About our Court. If you seek to Pledge I'm sure we can work something out and give you a place. If thats your desire."

Ingrid was going to win back the initiative, no matter what.

Taking the opportunity, the Darkling grabbed a few drinks for the growing crowd and set out the bottles on the counter where any could grab them.

[Seraphina]

It was hard not to notice when Circe entered. The shout was something she would be rubbing out of her ears all week. Why did people insist on being loud?

But the Nix smiles and waves, “Hey Circe, nice suit.” She greets.

Sapphires turn to the Wasp, a smile spread across her lips, “A pleasure to met you as well. How long have you been away from the city?” best get to know her fellow Spring.

The smile then turns to Ingrid, “Look at you! You’re like a pro back there. Do you need help?” she asks. It was her Coronation, she shouldn’t have to be serving drinks. Well, unless she really wanted to.

If a water was placed on the bar, she’ll pick it up. If not, she turns back to the small gathering.
Then the air got a chill as Sasha entered, in quite a stunning skirt top combo.

“Hi Sasha! I have to confess, I love that outfit! Very cute!” she gushed.

[Quick]

Quick stops to stare at the latest arrival. Modest. For sure. The stare eventually breaks off into a smile, and Quick nods to Coco.

"Not bad yourself, Mhairi!" he shouts proclaims back. Shame he couldn't show off his new outfit yet. But perfection can't be rushed.

"Money well spent. You're rocking it." he answers Sera, noticing Coco's attention on his Vernal buddy too. Is Sera into girls too? Quick can't remember. Whatever. People can't help it around her.

The Summer Queen's entrance is hard to miss. Quick gives her a quick wave as he tries to de-tangle himself from the swarm around Sera. Circe's personality burns pretty bright. Which works. She's the only Summer since Donovan left. Shine on, girl.

Coco is getting a fair amount of attention, too. Sort of like the two new Winters crashing the Masquerade. Instant celebrities. Effortless social climb. All that.

Are those drinks?

Quick swoops in for a cold one and winks at Ingrid. "You're speaking my language, now. Can't have a party without letting your hair down, right?"

With beverage in hand, Quick tips the bottle in salute to Sasha. ​"Hi, yourself."

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi laughs takes up her drink, takes a healthy swig and beans at the incoming Lost. She oohs and awws at their outfits, Coranations were always wonderful places to see everyone dressed to the nines.

Circe in her suit, Mhairi should make the elf something a tad more flattering for the Fairest, then Coco sees Sera and Mhairi's heat hurts, remembering the scar on the Wasp's wrist and how exactly it got there. She should have warned her that Sera was a devastatingly beautiful bomshell.

Nerves and not enjoyment prompt her next swig.

"Vernal Sovereign! She of the Antler Crown!" voice loud to compensate for the rolling thunder of her nerves, "Have we bitchin' tunes to get this party started?" because she was channeling the Blackeyed Peas for some reason...?

[Ingrid]

"Bitchin' tunes?"

Ingrid paled again, if that were possible. She had been too busy sourcing drinks to think about stuff like that. Let alone figure how to drag a juke box into the Hedge. And power it.

"Uhm? Maybe we can open the floor to those who know good drinking songs, yes? That way we all can make merry?"

The Vernal Sovereign wiggled her eyes at Coco wondering if the exuberant newcomer might have something to add given the manner of her entrance.

Then she turned slightly to Seraphina . "Sera? Do you know any?"

And Quick. He was close at hand too. "Surely the Onyx have drinking songs! For those long winter nights. With good friends around a fiery hearth?"

[Circe]

"Bad penny ya say? I'd think a pretty penny," yes Circe was flirting without shame to Cosima. And she rolled on with an amused giggle, "So I guess that means yer a pretty bad penny."

And Ingrid was suddenly playing the generous host! "My thanks Ingrid," retrieving a bottle of water for herself. Sometimes she regretted losing her taste for alcohol, but she was whom she chose to be. "Hiya Sasha!"

Oh, and there was her roomie. "Lookin' good Johnny! Still think ya'd look great in a suit buuuut now. Ha ha, we gotta buy ones that match yer jacket." And Quick's chiming in got a laugh from the elven Fairest. Anticipation of drunken shenanigans? Or because she'd not be imbibing? Could be both.

Circe turns to Sasha, "Personally Sasha, I ain't a drinker myself. But," she chuckles, "I do know two drinking songs form the radio. One for beer and another for vodka," she giggles, "Makes up majority of hterr lyrics too!" Circe then stopped s she seemed to be silently mouthing the lyrics to herself. "I think the vodka is not so merry. Beer one is chipper," the elf's ears were bouncing as she closed her eyes, smiled, and nodded. Surprisngly she neglected to think up the tequila song. "So is it sing along or just mp3?"