(1806) Summer Solstice

[Circe]

Courtless? That made Circe perk right up. "Well then Miss Penance if ya are without a court might I suggest Summer. It goes great with hitting things," and laughed at the question of what her nickname was. "The answer to that stands before you," she raised both arms in the air with a smile on her face. Then she put them down and put the box aside, "Its a nickname based on a cartoon and pop-culture thing."

The other lady was being scary to poor Wolfgang. Or perhaps just catty? She was about to say something when Wolfgang, well. "Wait a minute. Catty girl? Did ya just literally scare the shit out of him?" She giggles, "I mean, I've scared the piss outta people, gun in the face'll do that, but that," she points at Lucifer, "Is a new one catty girl," she shakes her head. Circe's crimson eyes then glare at Lucifer, "Though don't presume ta know the rules of the court in charge. Why, unlike the puppy ya just reprimanded ya haven't done the etiquette of properly introducing yerself yet. But I'm gonna guess if ya ain't Summer ya'd hafta be Autumn." A more clear prompt was unlikely to be forthcoming.

[Circe]

The glare turns to a look of concern at the noise caused by her roommate. Crimson eyes track him with a look of worry as he runs to Sasha.

Before her glare can return to Lucifer, Penance's words attract her attention away. "Yes ta the first and not always ta second Penance. Do I," she places her left hand on her chest, "look like a Summer that screams," she hunched up and deepened her voice into a horrid Hulk impression, "Imma take ya skull with me axe," then made a silly face, "or snarl in rage without talkin' right," shook her head with a chuckle, "Wrath can burn like an inferno or something with way more control. Because Summer is, at its most basic core, all about fighting back. We are the fighters of the Freehold," she spread her arms proudly, "And long live the fighters."

[Lucifer]

Few people could say that they've literally scared the shit out of someone, but for Lucifer, this was not a rare occurrence. Nonetheless, she felt a spark of pride. She had revealed the weakness in the lanky fowl, undercut the swagger, revealed how blunt those talons truly were, and she couldn't deny the exaltation. There was now a new reason why her heart was beating so fast...

"Just as you use your antics to inspire ire and wrath in others," Lucifer declared, turning back from the retreating figure, "I use fear. It is only fitting that Queens exemplify their Courts, is it not? And if this one wishes a place beside you, why not put her to the test? Give her a challenge that she must complete this night, of all nights."

[Circe]

Circe gave Lucifer what was best summarized as a nonverbal bitch please, "Could be I'm just a natural troll." When Lucifer suggests challenges, that got Circe to raise her left eyebrow and ear. A chuckle passes her lips. Then she laughs. Loudly.

"A challenge?" she shakes her head as she keeps laughing, "Aww hopeful Queen of Terror, I fear there may be no challenges here, oh wait!" beware for the Queen of Summer is wielding the sarcasm. Circe points at the darts, "I see one," then points to the foot race, "oh another," then to the beer pong, "and that one has the beer," then to the shootin gallery, "And one I'm likely to dominate."

With a smile Circe turns to Lucifer as the elf folder her arms, "And shall you be taking part in these challenges too? I'm sure everybody would hate to see so many preparations go unused."

Suddenly her face scrunched up in thought. The elf tilted her head to the right to look at Quick. She shrugged with a giggle, "Well I know one whose hopin' nobody eats the cannolli's so he gets 'em all, buuuut," she waves the hand with the microphone dismissively, "That's not my concern. It'll be his stomach's problem. Hmm, thank you Lucy," she smiles at Lucifer and gives her a thumbs up, "That is a great way ta segue into kicking off the games part of this party."

Circe she held up the microphone to her lips and clicked it back on, "WELCOME to the Summer Solstice folks! It's officially started now! We got us a great crowd tonight I am Circe, Summer's chief skull kicker and shooter of bad guys. Or ya know, Summer Queen if ya wanna say it fast. Just Circe if ya wanna be Quick . Which ya can't cause he's somewhere over there," she points lazily in Quick's direction. "Yes I've been waitin' ta use that line. Big important announcement though! The games may be started. And I'm accepting challengers at the airsoft. AND try the cannoli not 'cause I'm Italian but 'cause they are fanculo awesome!"

She hops down from the stage, clicking off the mic, to stand beside Penance. Circe leans in, holding up one hand to give a, heavily exaggerated, conspiratorial whisper. It was anything but a whisper, "I think I can fit ya into a challenge here if you are up for it. But she ain't Queen o' Summer. My word ain't shit for how Autumn is run so same here. Ya wanna play some games with me?"

[Quick]

Practically sprinting back towards Circe's place by the stage, Quick pops in mid-conversation. "Somebody say 'games'?" He asks with a grin. Glancing between the older Asian lady and Circe, he adds "Down for whatever. Just... let me grab a second drink."

He scoots off to do just that, glancing over his shoulder with a mouthed 'back-in-a-sec'. Half a moment later, he returns with a fresh beer in hand.

[Lucifer]

Her present given, and the Summer Queen retreating into the authority of her roll, Lucifer stalked away, intent on eating while the others were distracted by the frivolous entertainments.

[Circe]

Circe hooks the microphone to a belt hidden on her dress as she waves at Quick, "I'm sure ya will be, uh, act with haste Quick, ha ha, can't use them same pun twice."

The blue elf turns to Penance with a pout, "Awww and I was so hoping to crush all opposition with ease. Ah well, beer," she sticks out her tongue, "Pong it is. Glad I bought a variety," she perks up at that. Hopefully there'd be something she could stomach.

Circe turns in Quick's direction, "Hey Quick! Meet us at the beer pong!" She then turns to whilst gesturing with her both arms towards the beer pong, "Shall we my dear pending Penance of Summer?"

If Penance makes to move towards the beer pong then Circe will happily go there as well.