Chinese New Year at Edna's (Open)

[Sonnie Wu]

"Well, it's Penny's party, so I thought she should start us off with Chinese New Year 101," Sonnie said, in an rare moment of consideration to the host. Typically she'd just excitedly launch into the story herself. Instead, she eyed Circe curiously as she opened a can of soda.

"Wait, so you don't know how to pilot a fighter jet? I just sort of assumed all Summers knew how to do that. And drive tanks. Way to shatter my fantasies, Queen Hot Stuff," she smirked and winked as she sipped her soda.

[Cole Volker]

Everyone so brash and blunt. No better feeling, Cole thought. Everyone seemed chipper, enjoying themselves. A chuckle at Circe's comments and Sonnie's rebuttal, and even Abraham's demeanor towards spies.
"Bah, always spies. Always eyes. Suppose that comes with the life, eh? For what it's worth, obvious as it is, I'm here for ya.
Turning to Circe, now, glint in his eyes

"I've gotten the schematics, and I should have enough material left over. We'll just need to set apart a date to get started- might be able to squeeze both the pieces and the chopper in a single day, if I'm lucky. The only problem I've had is fuel." Now time to elaborate. Oh boy. Taking a deep breath...

"So. Fuel's a fickle thing- not like there's petrol in the Hedge, or if there was not sure I'd want to go about harvesting it. I could use glamour, but that'd get pretty expensive. However..."
A grin

"Hobbes. Not all of them are solid- not always. Some of them are wind-like. If I could find one and convince it to live in the motorcycle, in exchange for glamour or safety or even just a physical form, that MIGHT work. I've heard of Hobbes made of fire and such- think that'd be better? Heck, it might function better than an actual motorcycle. Only issue is finding one interested."

This was all sounding mad-scientificy. And Cole was enjoying it...

"As fer the single-action... Don't think I can add specifics to that outside of the weapon itself. But I'm learning more- with a bit of practice, I can start doing fun things. I'll be happy to start making the prototypes, adding on as I learn more. If I make the right chamber I could infuse glamour into the bullets. Also ideas for a bandana to make ya the quickest gun in the West!"
Unlimited possibility with the Wyrd and glamour. And madness riding his coattails at every turn...

[Circe]

"Scary, thrilling, spy craft, and makeup filled with a brief chance at cross dressing that didn't go through," was Circe's jest to Abraham.

"Eh well ya see Sonny," Circe shrugs with her arms raised as her head shakes, "Ya don't qualify ta pilot if ya keep unloading all the weapons before ya take off." She then looks at Cole with a eyebrow and ear raised in question.

"Couldn't ya just try petrol? I mean, ya can leave it in the Hedge fer a couple of weeks too ta see if that helps. Or if its diesel it'll burn on anything," was her suggestion to solve the problem. Then hummed at the idea of a hobgoblin being the source of power. "Wind hobb though? Yeah, that's got potential. Maybe one that likes mixed drinks? Be cool as Hell ta have a bike that runs on Long Island Iced Teas."

Circe laughed, "I can handle the gun parts no problem, ya need special tools and I have 'em. I just can not do the Hedge Spinning. I'll get ya the blue prints and tools after we give the bike a swing. Fair is fair, but bandana?" The elf questions as she asks, "I'm already quite the quick draw. And I feel like a bandana requires me ta have a sneaky suit unless yer hopin' fer me ta dress like Rambo. Aaaaare you?"

[Rhodes]

The Dread Lord flicks a hand at the cheeky Beast-kin. "Believe me, Sonja, I wouldn't have trouble telling the two of you apart," he says with a smile.

He looks between Cole and Circe. "Real or not? You're in the Court of Fear, now, my dear Summers. Do you really expect us to just tell you everything?" the Dread Lord chuckles, dark and sinister with mirthless eyes. He raises and eyebrow to Circe. "I'm sure Sera would appreciate that." She does when I call them Sapphires, after all...

The Flowering looks to his Kith-cousin. "Perhaps it is. A private investigator came snooping round several weeks back. We're keeping an eye on the fellow and his operation. Extra hands may help, if it gets that far. For now it's observation."

As the summers turn to hedge-craft and turning sections of the Hedge into vietnam or the Great Escape, the Dread Lord turns to Sonnie, then Penance. "I actually am somewhat lacking in Eastern astrology. I'd be fascinated to be taught a little from those that would know best."

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie looked wistful as she thought back to Lunar New Years past. "You guys should see the celebrations in Chinatown. My Chinatown, in San Fran. Huge party. Dancing dragons and fireworks and colorful banners everywhere! It was one of my favorite times of the year."

She sighed, then blinked as a thought suddenly struck her, "Oh, do we have fireworks?" Excitedly, the Beast looked about for any explosive amusements.

[Circe]

"Ooooh," Circe gives a conspiratorial wink at Rhodes talk of Sera. And then nods, "Yup, we're investigating a private dick, I will," she looks at Cole, "Let ya know if we need ta punch it out or somethin'." As for Abraham's question that got blue fingers to point at herself and Rhodes, "Oh we've learned things," in the tone of Robert De Niro. "We ain't done but I can share good news! The P.I. thinks Funderland is a dead end and is checking it off his list fer shit ta investigate," then she mumbles something a she looks to Rhodes, ""E abbiamo ancora la possibilità di avere la sicurezza che lo accusa di essere un pedofilo."

Circe then leaned in towards Rhodes to whisper a question to him, "We keepin' the network thing on the down low still, right?"

Circe winces at the mention of San Francisco, she had many bad experiences there. She'd no clue about fireworks but doubted it. "Yeah I'd like ta avoid the Bay, waaaaaay too many bad guys there," she nodded in agreement to Abraham's assessment. "Though I'm sure there's more about it then just fireworks and paper dragons. My ears are sharp ta listen," Circe's ears bounce for emphasis of the lame pun.

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie was clearly disappointed about the lack of fireworks, but she got over it quickly. "It's cool. Not sure where to get any this time of year, anyway. Maybe we can buy some in July and save them for next year? Oh, that sounds like a great idea! I'm a genius!"

Grinning proudly over her future fireworks plans, the Beast helped herself to one of the red bean buns she had brought. "Mmmm, hey these are pretty good! I gotta shop at that deli more often." She adjusted her red dress at the mention of how the color warded off evil spirits. She nodded in agreement with Penny.

"It's probably why so many Chinese immigrants are really into the festival here. They can't do it back in the motherland, anymore."

[Cole Volker]

Human culture was so very interesting. Speaking of fireworks. "Ya know, I might be able to make some from hedge-stuff. I'm thinking a glamour propulsion system? Not sure if it'd work here, but it'd be a hell of a sight."

And red to ward off spirits? "The whole red to ward off crap? Wish it worked on the True... The Motherland... Yeah, guess we've all got something we can't go back to huh?"

A chuckle and a stretch, and a groan. He was starting to sound like one of the mournful saps.

"Where's a winter stick-in-the-mud when you need them. All this loss would be perfect for them..."

Cole shook his head and looked at his hand. This was supposed to be a party.

"Ah... Do people dance at these events? Or... What?"