(1806) Summer Solstice
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Funderland Amusement Park is a dark, somewhat spooky place after hours. That isn't the case tonight as one of the outdoor birthday areas is full of light. Not just the normal lighting setup by Funderland but also a small number tiki torches too. There are picnic tables laden with pizza, small deli sandwiches, glass and plastic bottled water, and a selection of beers. There is also one table laden with cookies, a box holding cotton candy sticks, and cannolis. A neopolitan selection of cannoli no less as the regular cannolis have strawberry filling cannolis on their left flank while the right flank features chocolate filled cannolis.
A small variety of games are setup in the open area, a few even taken from Funderland itself. There is open space for racing and beer pong (with beer of course), while Funderland has provided the ring toss, darts, the impossible climbing ladder, and a airsoft gun target game.
In the center is a stage appropriate for clown or magician acts. The woman on stage would never call herself the latter and would use being called the former as an excuse to punch out someone. The woman is wearing a stunning dress of black and gold, while upon her head the lights reflect off of the quartz in her small crown atop her white locks. A pair of golden sandals with twining vines up to her knees completed the outfit.
The Queen of Summer in Sacramento has refused to let the Wyrd crown her. It can give her another crown but that doesn't stop the blue Fairest from having already crowned herself. Circe however is not on the stage to show off. She needed to make sure the microphone and speakers are working. As well as ensure that the camcorder she'd hidden was still there. Given the feedback loop that squealed from the speakers, the testing was valid. And fixed.
Now it was matter of seeing who'd show up to get drunk and play silly games.
Darts use the same rules as ring toss but a PC can aim for a +1 to their roll. The rope ladder is used by making 3 Climbing Rolls at a -4 requiring 5 Suxx to reach the top. Air soft Gun Game is simply a Dexterity + Firearms roll to hit a 1 point target. 3 point targets are more difficult at a -3 roll. Any ties are decided by a shoot off until a winner is decided. PCs have no time to aim due to targets moving.
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RetainerIngrid turns up dressed simply in an overly large T shirt and jeans. Her eyes are still somehow wet and for face is drawn.
Seemingly surprised at how early she has turned up, the Darkling seeks out a particularly deep patch of shadow in which to lurk. In passing, she manages a wan smile and a wave for the rising Queen of the Season Circe Origins . Once she reaches her chosen spot, she fishes out one of her long, ghastly, cigarettes and lights up.
Funderland wasn't too hard to find, there were only so many amusement parks in Sacramento and it's not like it blended in with the rest of the neighborhood. Even without its colorful lights flaring, the ferris wheel served as a handy waypoint for her destination. Once inside, it was only a matter of following the lights to their designated party arena.
Penance takes a moment to duck into a nearby restroom. Deep breaths. Close your eyes, count to ten. In truth, this feels only slightly less nerve-wracking her when she got on the boat to leave home. She didn't know these people! She barely spoke their language! What on earth was she doing here?!
...No, this was a good thing. She NEEDED to introduce herself to these guys. Simply squatting in a town without paying a visit to the ruling Freehold? That was a good way to look suspicious. If this was to be her home now, she couldn't spend all of her time avoiding contact just because she was afraid of what they would think of her. Besides, this was supposed to be a party. Maybe there'd be enough people here that they'd just overlook her.
She took a moment to look herself down before stepping out. Wanting to make a good first impression, she'd chosen a black-and-gray half-sleeved shirt that hinted at flower and a pair of loose white pants. The problems of showing up to a party in a mostly white outfit hadn't occurred to her... until now. But what was the chances they'd get messed up, right? ...Right?
As a final addition, she drew upon her reserves of Glamour until her long claws faded into much more human hands, though the fingernails still were a bit long. The last thing she wanted to do with new people was let them see her for who she was. She'd much rather people see her as the reserved person sitting silently alone than an infernal hellbeast ripping apart her party favors like an animal.
Finally feeling like she wasn't about to have a panic attack, she stepped out on to the party plaza party proper... and promptly realized she must be early. So much for blending in with the crowd. Penane walked up to the snack table to grab a few deli sandwiches before sitting next to the stage and watching the blue-skinned woman on top of it. ...Her other choice of conversation was a pale woman smoking in the corner who didn't look to want company at the moment, a sentiment she could respect.
"Err... hello. ...How are you today?" Those common English phrases in her book paying off!
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Oasis in the desert, glass roses and palm leaves
Status (Clubs)Glass gleams in the rays of the setting sun. Mirrored shades cover blade sharp eyes as she takes in the Park.
Shoes kicked away, and her glamour hardened body shattered. Her ears twitch and flick. Tail gives a swish, and her glass toes wiggle and stretch against the asphalt. She does a shimmy, the black of her skirt rising up, even as she pulls her plaid shirt off to tie around her waist, and pads forward. Seeing the women in white Penance , reflexively checking her out, finding her wanting and wondering how she'd look if they soak her white outfit in water.
"Hey~!" she calls out, seeing the 4's shadow. The claws curling from where the lines of her fingers are, the silhouette of horns atop her head. "I am just swell. Welcome to the Solstice~!" She coos prancing farther in offering a deep bow to the Rising Queen Circe , before flouncing off to hunker down in the shadows with her Queen Ingrid .
"My Queen," she does a little bow, or something like it, "Got another one?" nodding toward the ghastly cigarette.
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Winter Mantle
DexteritySummer's Coronation is a big deal for Quick. One because he'd helped plan the thing. Two because it was time to make a big reveal. Yeah, sure, it's Summer's time to shine, and Circe is the apex of the one-girl-Season... but Quick can't help himself. The urge to shine has taken hold of him. And for some reason, he feels like his Mien will be good enough to show the Freehold.
Especially with his new threads.
So the vainglorious Elemental shows up in what can only be described as magical attire. His top is completely transparent, exposing his blue-toned (and toned) torso under a shifting, swirling breeze. And his pants? The finest frost-kissed spider silk. Which looked amazing.
Quick walks right underneath the stage and gives Circe a warm and friendly "Hey, girl. Looking sharp!" He'd wondered what the heck her crown would look like, and he isn't disappointed. He can't say if she looks better than he does, or anything, but she does look good. Which works because it's her day. Summer Queen and all that.
Of course, Quick doesn't miss the others who've shown up. Ingrid gets a smile and a waggling of his eyebrows. She's known him long enough to know showing his Mien is a big deal.
He recognizes Echo from that night at the club. A little... on the fence about her. At least she knows how to have fun. He'd probably be challenging her to one of these drinking games. And he'd probably win. just saying.
He doesn't recognize this older, Asian chick. Or, at least, she looks older. If Father Time didn't hit her in the face with a stick, Plain Jane must have done it. Her shadow plays at something more sinister than her plain, outward appearance though. Kind of creepy. He's... not going to mess with that right now.
With his attention turned back to Circe, he smiles and says "You weren't fibbing about the cannoli. Guess we're square now." Damned little tacos of dessert-land. He's going to have to get into one of these games to keep the calorie exchange in check.
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RetainerIngrid makes a bright smile as Quick Travisc06489 passes into view. She is too far away to make conversation, so she lets her gaze linger a while longer before Echo draws her back.
"Sure," she purrs. "Thought I was the only one."
She produces another one of her ghastly black cigarettes and offers a light. In the brief flicker of light, her face returns to its wan aspect. That is, until a shill of puzzlement slips over her eyes when she spies the newcomer Penance .
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DexterityBookkeeping - Quick is wearing Hedgespun jacket and pants.
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Walking toward the Summer festivities, the Fairest thought back to all the prior ones that were held. So many fun summer games that were done in the past, perhaps tonight would be like old times but with new people. She wore a white, but summery outfit. One that was fashionable, yet functional in case she found herself in some sort of archery game.
As Sasha came upon the picnic tables, she smiled and nodded with a wink at Circe . She wasn't like the past summer sovereigns, not so angry and not so in need to go hulking about ready to take down something or anything. Nodding to Ingrid too as she arrived, another whose presence she enjoyed. It had been hard in recent months to find enjoyment in daily things, but it was coming around. Perhaps it helped that she had fellow Winters to keep her company and understand her.
"Hello everyone." Her violet eyes surveyed the snacks and drinks. "Looks like this is going to be quite the party, Queen Circe." Scrunching her shoulders in an excited fashion.
Jason steps back into Funderland for the second, and possibly last, time in his life. That would depend on the decision of the Lady Sasha. With luck she would have had time to think on his request and would have an answer for him. He follows the lights and sounds to the party, taking it all in as he steps into the birthday area.
The first person he spots is the lovely Circe standing atop the stage, dressed to impress. And already with a crown adorning her brow. A crown is a symbol no matter how you slice it, but typically the Wyrd bestows the crown. So what purpose did this symbol serve? A question for later, perhaps.
Next to her, however, good heavens. Well. Better to avoid that particular temptation, Jason thinks. Besides, he has other tasks to attend for the moment. In another direction. Still, he’d have to greet the incoming queen at some point, even if he was denied membership in the freehold. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to stop by and quietly announce his presence to the woman. If the elemental chose to speak with him, then that was hardly his fault, now was it?
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No. No, that would be beyond presumptuous. Years of strict upbringing wins out as he turns his gaze from the stage to find the Notary.
He drags his eyes away from the man on stage to search for the Winter Queen, nearly passing right over the Darkling in the corner. Had it not been for Echo standing at her side, he suspects they might have just slipped right past her. That’s a talent that bears watching. It could prove useful in future. Or dangerous.
And there she is, resplendent in white, the Onyx Queen, the excitement almost palpable around her. Her poise is admirable, he thinks. The season that most opposes her ideals is set to take the throne, and yet here she stands, for all the world looking like she couldn't be happier. He wonders if the sentiment is genuine, or just another mask. Does it matter? The fair folk know better than anyone that illusion and reality aren't so different where the Wyrd is concerned.
Snapping out of his musings, Jason steps quickly towards her, his voice low and soft, “My lady? As much as I hate to conduct business at a celebration, I was hoping you had a moment to discuss the matter I broached when last we spoke? I would rather avoid offering offense in the event my presence is unwelcome."
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