Motley Mixer (Summer)

[Circe]

"Imma call 'er Plasto, the plastic prancing pony possessing pomf," Circe wraps her knuckles on the plastic hair of the horse she is riding. "Teeeechnically," Circe sang out, "hosting it technical. Blink," she points out the glowing tattooed girl off with her own group, "she is the host. I'm her higher up in the courts but courts don't run the Freehold. We got a different administration. However," she raises her free hand into the air in a fist.

Then she points her index finger down at herself, "We still has the courts ta take care of their own. And I am a awesome Queen. Here ta support Blink in her spinny sparkly shindig." Then the elf girl pouted, "And ya didn't try ta guess my court. Eh, heat blast gives it away, right?" She laughs on her perch as she switches hands holding herself onto the horse.

"And yer choice of court? We got slang for the four. And for a lot of shit actually. Ya know fer not talkin' about fey in front of mundies. Normal people that ain't gotten taken. Ya know what? How about a lil' practice. Tell me which court ya are with the slang ya think fits ya. Ahem," she clears her throat, "Anger management, joyful, cold, or scary. Which are you?"

[Quick]

Hopping aboard a plastic horse close to the other two, Quick flashes a grin. He'd only caught the tail end of their conversation, but it gives him something to work with. "Courts get along pretty well, here. Quick, by the way." He offers a hand for the Beast to shake.

"Circe can tell you: there isn't a lot of bad blood." Except for, maybe, between Autumn's Courtiers and... Autumn's Courtiers. But that's not important. "Winter, myself. Usually have the Mask in place, so can't blame you if you didn't know."

Quick can't hold back the excitement in his voice when he turns to Circe. "Summer's picking up steam, huh? Guess you won't need my help anymore." He makes his most innocent, humble look. Which looks like how someone looks when they're trying to look that way. Which is - as you probably know - isn't convincing.

Quick blinks a few times.

[Circe]

Circe's smile grew massively, "Another Summer? Truly?" She threw her had back and laughed, "It is gettin' quite steamy here Quick. Once a queen of just me, now there's enough for a clique," the laughter was joyful before faux anger erupts from her, "Ooh and shut yer mouth Quick. As if," she turns to Quick with a smile, "I'd ever stop wantin' my Cold friend ta be around. Ya help keep my head cool. I apologize fer not warnin' the ladies that've been makin' eyes at ya. There was a lot," she is laughing again.

The confusion she was causing Barnabas was entirely unnoticed by the blue skinned Fairest. It was his question about hosting that got her to stop. "Eh? Che cazzo sei, oh. John." Her roommates status as a Autumn was sometimes easy to forget for her. "I've always had friends outside Summer. Quick, John, Sera, me Rogues. What can I say?" She then lifts her free hand as a fist facing off toward the empty park. She then extends the middle finger, "Except fuck the Byzantine shit other Freeholds have! Sacramento is like Three Musketeers baby!" After a pause she dropped her hand and turned to Barnabas, "Not the nougat candy bar. The guys with the nice hats and that look good in tights," she turned to Quick and a naughty grin crossed her face, "Ya gotta love cute guys in tights, right?"

Then she giggled some more, "And yeah no bad blood. I get along with everybody! Surprising," she nods to herself, "Considering I can be a utter bitch. Why its almost enough," she snicker, "that if needed," and laughs, "I could probably play peacemaker at this point. A Summer as a peacemaker," she isn't even trying to hold it in as she looks at Barnabas, "Can you boys think of a worse break from stereotype then that?" Circe shakes her head, ashen locks waving in front of her crimson eyes. "Why Barnabas? Ya have trouble with any of the other courts?"

[Circe]

"Welcome Tiphon, to a most welcoming time for summer. Cause it kooks like the boys of Summer are back in town," Circe was riding on a high at the prospect of their being an actual Summer Court for her to lead. It had been disappointing being a Court of 1. That her mirth over Summer defying its stereotype was causing Barnabas worry was completely unnoticed.

"Well Barnabas we'll have ta look for some for ya. Tights that is. Were ya hoping ta were 'em or see others wearing them? Trouble just turns up on its own," the elf snorted in annoyance as she said that. "Eh, not gonna dwell on Groundskeeper business. Ain't one ta call upon Summer yet anyway." White hair bobs as she giggles in excitement, "It's just great ta have an actual Summer court. Awesome. What was it Quick? Like a year of me being the only Summer in town?" she nods at her Winter friend, "Ya and Johnny are great pals but sometimes a lady wants ta have someone that shares her angry impulses."

Which is when she spins on the saddle before facing Tiphon, "Like these fine fellas here! Welcome welcome ta town. I'm Circe, current Summer Sovereign sittin' in my saddle. You boys got any questions about town, ya can get answers straight from this crown."

[Quick]

Barnabas doesn't seem to have a lot to say. Which is fine. Probably just taken back a little. Which happens. He's probably just in some kind of culture shock. Quick'd never really spent time in another Freehold. So, you know, there's nothing to compare it to.

Another arrival catches Quick a little off-guard. In not-too-bad of a way. Guy is pretty obviously an Elemental. Which puts him in a better position to understand Quick than anyone else. By default. Remembering himself, Quick nods back. "Quick." he adds, knocking the intro out of the way.

He shoots Circe a knowing grin. Then laughs, lightly. "First time someone's called me that." he says, probably referring to the 'cool' comment. "Hardly feel like a Winter, half the time." But, of course, she's talking more about the Summer situation than how good he is at being an Onyx Courtier. "Longer? Losing track, myself. But yeah: I get it." The tights portion of the conversation just earns a quirk of the eyebrow and a teasing smile.

"What brings you, Tiphon?" He resists the urge to add some comment about 'blowing through town'. Out loud. Definitely in his head, though. Because sandstorm.