Movie Knight

[Circe]

Circe had decided that the new arrivals needed to be kept up to date on a few things. She had discovered that some had gaps in knowledge that would confuse many mundies as to why they didn't know it. Thus the beneficence and nobility of Summer's Queen would aid them correct this while providing for their other needs as well.

Or Circe had decided this was a great excuse to have her place's first party with the big screen and sound system.

Messages, word of mouth, telephone, email, and directly walking up to and inviting had been her methods of choice for ensuring that the folks would show up. Or in John 's case it was the simple fact that he also lived here. Titania had been the first invited as she was the "inspiration for this gather oh ho ho ho" to quote Circe.

Blink and Tiphon were invited because Circe wanted the Summers comfortable enough to approach her home when they needed to. Rounding out the invitations was Penance for slightly less altruistic reasons. Circe still thought her blue and Penance's red was a great contrast so she was not giving up on Penance eventually becoming a Summer.

ooc: just a little social thread at a private location inviting a large portion of Circe's IC social circle. No plot, no plans, just antics as they prepare for movie night. PS Yes the misspelling of the thread title was intentional

[Circe]

Did not mean to mark this is a Glimpse I thought I marked it as Private. PSA do not post when drowsy, you make errors.

[Titania]

When a Queen summons you, you respond, that's the very core tenet of feudalism. Especially so, when said Queen could snap you in half like a twig.
For the occasion the Bright One had gone casual, a brown sheepskin coat over a wool sweater and dark blue jeans. Her straight hair framed an unblemished smooth face that seemed to pulse with a bright light of its own, even despite the minimal makeup she had employed trying to hide the effect. A blanket tote rope bag dangled from her side, a bottle of vintage port and a box of Montezuma dark chocolates safely stored within.

"I'm no Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle but I'm certainly sagacious enough to know how to ring a doorbell, Alya. But thank you for the suggestion", she replied in a posh British accent, seemingly addressing a floating patch of light, a cube shaped one at that. In the cosmos of her hair, one could spot a whole host of ever changing rainbow colored stars and galaxies and strangely shaped nebulas, "those aren't for you Scuti. They are for our gracious host. You're on a diet, remember", she addressed another "entity", an orange sphere that had evidently grown a bit too fat.

She pressed the button, again.

[Circe]

Circe was getting worried that nobody would show up. She was tempted to just get out her guns and work on them when the door bell rang. Excellent! And it rang twice.


Circe rose from the couch and headed for the door. She didn't bother to check who it was before opening. Why worry? She was a Summer and would welcome troublemakers with a fist. It was instead her inspiration, "Excellent yer here Titania! Yer the inspiration fer tonight," She waves with her free hand for Titania to enter, "Come in come in," then the elven Fairest stretches her neck to look over Titania at the outside.


"Hmm, seems yer the first one tonight. Oooh and ya brought gifts. Good think yer not Greek," she goes from annoyed to cheerful to as she speaks. She'd started to think her house war cursed given how poorly most gatherings at it had performed before.


The others had best make haste or Summer's gunbunny smurfette might get irked and just invite somebody else.

[Titania]

The Summer sovereign might not have been familiar with the Bard, but unsurprisingly for an Italian, the mercurial noble knew her Vergil.
"Thank you, your Grace. I appreciate the invite", she smiled back, sligthly bending in a curtsy. And she truly was; her wisps infected with Circe's cultivated cheerfulness had already stepped floated inside, hard at work to flatter their host in whichever way best suited their forms. "Forgive their unruly manners, my Lady", she stepped inside, accompanying her entrance with an apologetic sigh at the sight of the moondust pooling by her feet, "I apologize for the inconvenience, it should disappear soon".
She offered the gifts she had so carefully wrought, "It's nothing really, just something to repay you of your hospitality", and make sure the elven vestal's trust wasn't misplaced. The Summer, the Vernal Queen and Nana were about the only contacts she had dealt with extensively since her arrival in the Freehold.

"Ooh", Circe's apartment was far larger than hers, and much of its owner liveliness transpired from the decor, it wasn't regal but homely, she could feel the warmth of Summer and she liked it, even thought she expected a lot more of blue, "So nice", she said jousting her head from left to right, scanning the area with her star sapphires. Lady Circe's warmth.
A voice rung from another room, did another guest anticipate her coming? It would be a first, her Durance had bestowed upon her the pernicious and uncanny gift of timeliness. Never too early or too late but just in time. It took some effort to rein in some of her cone shaped wisps, lest they wander in search of the voice and break the sacred laws of hospitality.

[Circe]

Circe smiled widely "Eh nothing wrong with ya tryin' ta lighten up the room," a blue hand reaches out to poke at one of the wisps of light. She wonders how it would react and is slightly jealous that her bone white hair is so boring in comparison. Granted her figure is nothing to sneeze at but clothes kept Circe's figure from causing car accidents. The dust didn't even garner her attention. "Thanks. It needin' some fixin up but I ain't only a gunbunny smurfette. I'm alos a wrench wench that cheats with a lil' Glamour. Oh ho ho ho ho!"

At John's stealthy arrival, "Sneakin' in a surprise Johnny?" she struts over to John to give him a hand with the pizza, "Pick out any extra fun toppings?" Circe inquires as she takes the cardboard box and top pizza to put the latter on the living room's table. She'd get the plates and drinks after meet and greet.

And the blue smile turns upside down into a frown as Penance arrives. Circe pouts, "Aww, game face? Shame, ya have such a lovely color dear Penance," the elf shook her head, "And nah," she ushers Penance to enter, "I mean Johnny lives here but I didn't expect guests ta bring anythin'. So ya can foe get a 'bout it," there was a reason that saying was a stereotype of her kind of people.

Turning back to John, "Glad ya got the pizzas. Beer, rum, and tequila 'ill sit better with more then just the chips and popcorn. Oooh question fer all of ya. How many of ya remember the first Star Wars?" Crimson eyes are sparkling with amusement over a wide, toothy grin.