(1806) Summer Solstice

[Circe]

She returns Ingrid's wave with a informal salute, respecting the Darkling's desire for quiet. The other newcomer was a bit of a surprise. Seemed shy or maybe nervous. Circe raised her left eyebrow and ear at the sight of the Asian woman. A mortal shouldn't be here but who knew? The shadow told a different story though, "Great!" She puts the mic down, "Nice dress. Ya likin' the club? Certainly beats walkin' through the park right?"

She frowned at the bow from Echo, "Cute clothes kitty cat," Circe salutes her with the microphone, "But this is an informal form, wait Suoni informali formali stupidi. Evento regale informale. Fuck it," she shrugs while still holding the mic and laughs loudly, "Thanks girl!"

"Yes it will Sasha," the jovial Summer returned the Winter's greeting before focusing on Quick, "Jimmy! Ya are lookin' great yerself. Very magical tonight. And damn straight ya shouldn't doubt me! Since I didn't know what ya preferred I figured make it a lil' neopolitan! " the elf was quite impressed with his attire. He was looking good tonight, very fashionable.

And there were already two new faces. She looks over at the microphone then around the plaza, "Hmmm, maybe I should crank the volume on this thing," she waves the microphone in the air with a grin on her face, "And see if I can bring in a few more new faces, yeah?"

[Echo]

A laugh escapes her, as she accepts the ghastly black cigarette, flame smouldering and smoke gently sweeping away in the air. "Oh my Verdant Victor, I Desire many a thing, most of which are bad for me." she says with a flirty, fanged grin.

The hedgespun vision of lithe masculine lightning, receives a wolf whistle as his storm swept eyes meet her blade sharp ones. Echo even claps.

Winter's glacial Queen, aurora borealis floating around her like her own stage lighting, is likewise applauded. Though her attention is drawn by the flame kissed man she'd seen during those last days a Spring died. Determination, recklessness, lust or something, sets the ever so plain fairest to the Queen of Ice and Snow. Fire and frost. There could be a worst pair.

Taking a drag from the ghastly back cigarette, she laughs at the antics of the Summer Queen.

"Crimson Circe, Queen of Iron and Summerset! I applaud you!" she says as she stands, offers an actual round of applause, before flouncing off to the cannoli, "This is truly the vision of what a Solstice should be!" she cries out, snagging a plate and a few of the dessert ones.

[Ingrid]

Ingrid was puffing on her ghastly cigarette, red rimmed eyes watching and noting everything from her shadowy recess.

"So. Who are they?"

Ingrid spoke loud enough for her Courtier Echo Saber Sloth to hear. She jerked her head to Penance AwakeOrangutang and @Jason Deveraux Sebastian Grace .

"I haven't been keeping up," the Darkling admitted without rancour or shame. With very little emotion, really.

[Quick]

Quick can't help but notice a pair of eyes on him. New ones. Ones that flicker like candles on an otherwise normal looking face. The fact that he has a face - one not made of liquid or covered in 'mud' - catches Quick's attention. New guy must have caught himself staring, because he switches game and approaches Sasha.

A few blinks.

Returning his attention to Circe, he gives an almost comically big grin. "Thanks. And thanks. Never to early to get started, right?" Quick, already making his way to the snacks, floats a hand over some choices and settles on a chocolate cannoli. And a beer. Some kind of Summer 'shandy'. Which, thankfully, is a twist-top. He tips his bottle in salute to the reigning Queen. "Everything looks great. Let me do some meet and greet. Have a few drinks. Then, maybe, settle an old score?" She'd know which one he was talking about. That race to the beach... The one where a guy who used to literally be lightning lost. Whatever game they play this time? He's going to win.

Alex 2.0 arrives with... Sera in tow? More power to him. And, you know, her. If that's what's going on. Big 'if'.

But back to the new guy. Talking to Sasha. Which is the perfect excuse to introduce himself. Because Winter. Obviously.

"Hey, Sasha. Haven't seen you in a while. Oh!" he says in a piss poor effort to disguise his intentions. "I'm sorry. Didn't introduce myself. Quick. Or James. Whichever you prefer." He doesn't offer new guy a handshake, mostly due to how awkward that would be with a snack in one hand and a beer in the other. "But don't let me interrupt. Take it you've met Winter's Queen?" Mentioning it casually like that is about as formal as can be excepted of him. But hey: Sasha said he didn't have to do all that 'my Queen' bullshit.

[Circe]

Circe gave a small bow at the applause, "Oh ho ho I may not live for the applause but I like it. Solstice is a time of celebration," was Circe's reply to Echo, "And ya can add libation!" The smile never left her face as salutes back to Quick using the mic, "Sure thing Jimmy. Just don't try the shootin' gallery. You'll get even more inta red."

Penance was certainly shy. Or lacking in English perhaps? At the mention of a court system Circe's worries about a lost norman tourist was dashed. "I've heard of other systems but never seen it. Plus side the royalty in town don't hate each other." Then she laughed as she twirled the mic, "Actually it was or announcements. WAS. Now I won't object to a singing contest or two." She hold the mic up to her mouth, "I declare the mic open for drunken singing!."

[Echo]

A hop skip and jump brings Echo back to her Queen. Dessert tray in tow. Squatting back down, she offers her prize to the Darkling Queen. "I have no fucking clue." she cheerfully announces. "The chick, just met her here. The dude? Saw him wandering around as Spring died. Tryna get a conversation going with the Dancing Queen of Ice and Snow." flippant, perhaps. "Think his name is Jay-something. Jeremy? Jacob? James? Jason!" she echos hearing the brightone introduce himself to Sasha, "Jason, shoulders barren. No Mantle found to offer his poor weary self succour." she tisks, head shaking. Then shrugs. To his their own!

"How fairs your shoulders my Queen? Spring has had it's bloom, dying as it does each year to bring about the unyielding heat of Summer."

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