Motley Mixer (Summer)

[Circe]

"Grand Barnabas!" Circe was in a great mood tonight. The Summer Court's numbers have doubled. "Well yer not the cold shoulder type Quick, but its the club speak ya guys taught me. Blame that," she shrugs, "Or I can call ya the cool cat but we do have some cats in town so," she trails off to focus on the sandman.

It was fortunate for Tiphon he'd not sought the oneiromancy section. Circe would have probably started singing a certain song at the idea of a man of sand studying dreams.

As it was, white locks fluttered as the Summer Queen shook her head, "Nah. We ain't got oaths here. Folks say hiya and then bye bye too often. Yer in the vetting process right now I'd say. Buuuut there is the Freehold's Director," she points out Ingrid, "Ya can talk ta her about stayin' in town. Also a job. As in cash paycheck if ya need one. Easier ta hide what we are at a place where we're the ones with the keys."

[Quick]

Quick can only give Tiphon a reassuring nod. "True enough. Spent too much time on my own. Before. Sometimes it feels easier. Other times..." He doesn't finish the thought aloud. In this particular instance, his curiosity/sympathy outweighs his need for attention. Tiphon doesn't seem at the top of the 'magnetic personality' list - but that's alright. He's still a person. Let anyone who thinks otherwise try being a f*cking sandstorm. Or lightning. For five seconds.

"It's whatever." he says dismissively. "You're what? The only person in the Freehold who calls me 'Jimmy'? Don't have much control over what you call me." The grin that creeps onto his face says he doesn't really mind.

"Freehold Director's Ingrid. Bluish girl. Smells like plums." he adds, picking up where Circe left off.

Quick snorts at Barnabas' question. "You kidding? Yours truly came here a jobless college dropout and a con." Once upon a time he might have hesitated to be that honest, that quickly. But seriously? Poor guy is worried about having an honest job. He should have a chat with his Queen. "Got work eventually." he adds. "But that was for Winter's Court. Could have gone on being a freelancer, you know? Just ended up getting tied down."

[Circe]

Circe laughs loudly, "Oh ho ho ho, but ta be fair Jimmy, didn't ya give me that wondrous nickname for me too? Go ahead and share it with these boys. I adore it and it'll gie 'em some insights inta who is runnin' Summer."


When Circe focuses back on Barnabas she answers his question of work with one word, "Nope." Then Quick beat her to it with the explanation. She waited for him to finish before adding on to it a little, "It was a offer if yer lookin' for work. Like Jimmy," she nods to the Winter, "I have no objections ta making a dishonest buck. I do it too," she jabs her thumb into her, proudly puffed up, chest. "Me havin' a side job at the park was a practicality thing at the time."


Burning red eyes were met with large red slit eyes as Tiphon said something that drew Circe's full attention. "Oh no no no no no no," Circe shakes her head and waves both hands in the negative, "I AM Queen o' Summer. Queen's are in charge of their courts. I got a Wyrd crown and one I made ta prove it. I'm in charge of Summer," she points down with her right hand for emphasis, "but Crowns don't administer the Freehold. Didn't have the numbas ta do it when they took over the park. Plus ya know," she waves her right hand dismissively as she shrugs, "Changin' who runs the park every season would look strange ta the normans. Normals ya know?"


As for his question about Ingrid, that got Circe back to laughing as she leaned back against Plasto the mighty steed. "She's good lookin' but ya meant other right? Personality wise I have met a lot worse runnin' a Freehold. Don't know which hat she got first, Quick'd have a better answer," She jerks a thumb towards Quick as she says this. "Good news is everybody in charge of a Court likes each other. Bad news is we handle critics different. Ya call me a bitch ta my face," she glowers as him then puts on her best attempt at a troll face as she sticks out her tongue, "I'll tell ya ta include complete and utter next time. Ingrid would get pissed. So don't do that. Be civil and ya'll be fine mister sa, er, Tiphon."

[Saber Sloth]

3 Days left in the Motley Mixer

[Circe]

Circe did give Barnabas a laugh at his joke while she turned to rest her right shoulder on Plasto. This caused her to be facing Barnabas, "Ah that is a fun answer. I am her ta support Summer. That'd be Blink. She was tryin' ta startup motleys or put out feelers for 'em," the elf shrugged, "I came ta support what, before tonight, was my entire Court in her endeavor. And hurray our numbers have doubled," Circe gave Barnabas two thumbs up. "So I'm just here ta be helpful really, oh ho ho ho."

The Fairest rolled along Plasto, first so her back was against it, then her left shoulder. This let her facing Tiphon, "Sure thing man. Rules don't say ya hafta but if ya wanna give yer word as yer bond I won't object to it." The elf then laid her back against Plasto once more. She reached her arms above her head with a sigh as she stretched and popped several muscles. "This has turned out ta be a great night, I'm tellin' ya boys."