Grab a Slice

[Fawkes]

"You're a hero of this not-Freehold, John."

Fawkes squinted at the prices, calculating budgets before ordering pineapple and sausage with barbecue sauce with a black coffee. As he was waiting, the Elemental stared unblinkingly at the Mirrorskin.

"Am I part of the Motley, now?"

[Circe]

Following behind John, a stunning women in a dress and jacket has her face scrunch up in confusion. Her ears are folded down as she mutters out, "Perché il glutine è un problema?" Circe shakes her head, causing her ears to perk back up to their usual resting position, "Did yer pal say anythin' about their four cheese pizza?"

Circe cast Fawkes an annoyed look, "No, not yet AND club business ain't ta be talked about in public, despite the freedom held by the club. Wait til we ain't in the open ta talk about it."

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie showed up maybe ten minutes after the others arrived, having stopped off at her home first. The loot box of buffet food was safely stored away in her vault... er, fridge. And she had donned a pair of tights under her sweater dress. The tights were green and had candy canes on them. She's also let her hair down from the bun it had been in all evening at the coronation.

Though now she was wearing a santa hat. Where did that come from?

"I'm not high, but I am here for pizza!" the monkey announced to the entire pizzeria. With a grin, she bounced towards her fellow refugees from Arcadia.

"I believe I was promised a meat lovers?" Eyebrows were waggled.

[Freya]

A large white van lumbers to a stop on the street, idling for a few moments before finally shutting off.

To Man, the figure that exits is a lithe woman, dressed in a grey cardigan and striped shirt. To the Lost, it is the intense Beast-Woman that was Mother Talons wearing the same. A black purse is lazyily pulled over her shoulder as she makes her way into the pizzeria and her face shows clear signs of fatigue.

As her avian eyes glance to the menu, a taloned hand rises to partially cover her mouth as she yawns, inadvertently offering a glimpse of the fangs within. Nonetheless, the halo of feathers upon Freya's head prick lightly in excitement as she looks over the options before her. It seems she is hungry too.

If she sees the Lost, she makes no indication of it. However, considering her expression it is likely that the Hunterheart is less aware than usual, her tired state and hunger tunneling her vision narrower than it normally was.

[Fawkes]

Fawkes' attention shifted to Circe, more than a little relieved at her vigilance. He takes out his phone and eyes the screen,

"Motley, definition: incongruously varied in appearance or character; disparate," he tucked away the device, "We're a weird bunch." No need to attach common words to their hidden culture. He doubted the minimum wage cashier was intently listening about their possible LARP or Clan Handle for online gaming.

The Elemental grabbed an isolated booth furthest away from the mundane, choosing to go against the wall: Changelings didn't like feeling trapped, and he was a stranger to their community. The mannequin took the moment of reflection to analyze impressions left so far. Dial it back.

Watching Circe, he blurts without context, "Thank you for your service. It's hard when your squad has taken losses, and you're left to hold the line."

At John's fumbled question, "What I'm good at." He hesitates on an answer that wouldn't disquiet the group further. Eventually his bright gaze clicks to the Parmesan shaker. Once the Mirrorskin joins him, Fawkes reaches for the container. As he stares at the Lost, his hand slowly builds pressure and a quiet snap is muffled by his fingers as the container shatters in his hands.

"Demolition."

[Circe]

Circe looks over at Sonnie, giving the girl a quizzically raised eyebrow and ear. "Yer a little late fer that hat, unless ya add a heart ta it." She chuckles as John muddles through his social awkwardness. She didn't see that in private anymore. She pats him on the shoulder, "Don't worry man. I'm sure ya can get ta the same point in time with them that yer at with me. Maybe seein' them in their undies could help? It worked with me didn't it?"

"I'll take a Pepsi. Coffee is great and all but not with pizza," the elf shakes her head as she casts a look at Fawkes. He was going to have coffee and pizza. As for the metal man's strange words, that got a shrug from the blue lady, "Who wouldn't like my service. Even if I've had ta do it solo it was worth doing."

She takes a seat, putting herself down beside John wherever he may go. Fawkes' declaration of his skill set gets a feral smile from Circe, "As officer fer our section of the club I can respect bein' a wrecker. Especially since I'm the type that can make ya or find ya great tools fer doin' the job. I am quite goooood at it," Circe examines the broken shaker. If it is intact enough Circe can prevent it from being a problem. Our at least it'd break after they were long gone.

With a shrug, Circe leans over the table, her stomach rubbing against the table as she makes sure not to put her weight on it as her hands take the broken Parmesan shaker. Sitting done, blue fingers do something with it out of sight.

Its back

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2019-02-07 06:33:51		Circe rolls 7 to Brief Glamour of Repair (10 Again, WillPower)		1, 1, 9, 3, 7, 9, 2		2 successes

With a grin she puts the intact pamesan shaker on the table, "As ya can see I am good with my hands."

Brief Glamour of Repair catch activated

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie mock-pouted, "My Christmas spirit will not be contained to a mere single month! It spreads across all of winter! Although Valentine's does get some respect."

She unceremoniously sat down at the table, "Dr. Pepper for me, thanks!"

The Beast took notice of another of her Seeming and smiled and waved as she called out, "Yo! Freya! Back dat ass over here!"