(2019) Hob Control

[Fawkes]

Fawkes looks at the strangest drink that is basically a layered rainbow.

The Elemental takes John's gesture as an expectation. He already had lost some face, a few drinks should be fine. "I'll try what the artist made. Looks cool," he says, attention being pulled by the two Fairest. The fluted glass tugs a bit towards him, but he stops it to let John play bartender. They were clearly having fun.

"Like the Fairy Queene?" he asks Titania, mildly surprised. He knew Spears that would have clocked her for that. It might have been her own form of protest or parody, however. At Circe's drop in tone, he snorts a laugh through his nose,

"I don't think that counts. The glass is an extension of my will and I twisted it to a thought. Dexterity and honed craft have about as much to do with it as dreaming," he says in reference to the centerpiece. "I'm fine," he responds absently, blinking slowly at her concern.

[Circe]

"Thanks Elly, I would say surprise me with the drink," crimson eyes dart to the hobs, "But I've seen what happens when ya say that at a hob bar. Less funny if yer the one sayin' it. I'll take the Negroni Johnny suggested." Circe puts on a smarmy smile as she turns on John Doe, "Happy ta help ya, Johnny. Really totally happy ta help its great ta walk around our home in a negligee." Circe turns to Titania with a overly loud stage whisper, "I know my method is workin' cause the delivery guys keep tellin' John he's awesome."

Blue lips open to smiling teeth as she looks at Fawkes, "Great!" she gives Fawkes two thumbs up, "Cool man. And I think ya could still use that trick fer tons of stuff. I mean I work so good alone cause shit gets done fasta when folks ain't watchin' me," Circe fold her arms under the chest and leans back, "So I don't bang on my computer alone because I'm shy or a NEET. Take every advantage ya can get right?" She has a proud smile on her face. She would not call it cheating, nope.

[Titania]

"Indeed, like the character from Sir William Shakespeare's comedy. Sir", she corrects.
What an odd character, she thought, still willing to attribute to shyness and not ill intention, his anemic manners and rather lackadaisical introduction.
"Negligee? Sure you don't want all those satyrs Ingrid invited to get strange ideas", she interjected, offering Circe her drink, "they can be quite susceptible to your charm"

[Circe]

Circe takes the drink from Titania and looks at the satyrs. Back to Ingrid. Back to satyrs. Then back to Ingrid, "Preeeeety sure they're gonna have strange ideas period. I think I saw one of 'em wearin' a Hawaiian shirt," she points towards the hobgoblins with her free hand, "Strange is par fer the course with hobs," she then cheers at the hobgoblins "Right ya fun fellas?!" Getting a few cheers in response from the ones that noticed the question.

Most didn't notice.

She takes a sip, her stomach doesn't go crazy. That is a good sign. Crimson eyes continue to watch Fawkes to see if he is okay. While doing that she moves to take a second small sip. The glass freezes before reaching her lips, "Floating lanterns? Like in that new Rapunzel cartoon or magical floating lanterns with their own wings?"

[Fawkes]

Fawkes nods to Titania's confirmation. Confused why she used the tone of correcting his assessment when he was stating the character's role in the play. He mirrored Circe's thumbs up about his Contract,

"That's...why I learned it," he agreed, unsure what she was getting at. Cobalt eyes shift to Abraham as he gets his attention. Pushy was usually a good tactic with walking storms, and the quality of his voice didn't hurt.

"Yeah. I have permanent residence now," he answers, gaze flicking momentarily to Richard Price, "I'm currently looking to speak with the officers of each of the Courts to create a comprehensive emergency response plan."

He tilts his head, "King Rhodes is the only active Autumn, and I was going to offer my experience. Most of my time with Freeholds has been with the Leaden Mirror before I took up the Spear.

I've learned a lot speaking with Courtiers on where their experience is at. Sharing information with prevent...accidents.

Your Court is very powerful here, and I'd rather see Wyrd artists having fun instead of getting their hands cut off," as he pauses he realizes how he sounds. "Metaphorically."

Not really.

He coughs when he downs John's custom creation. Why the hell do people drink this?

At Titania and John's reaction to the Hobbes, his head snaps and the glass explodes on the Satyr's hands. The shards freeze in the air, as if stuck in time. The creature certainly backs off after that—retreating to the other side of the Tavern. Helping!

At the Mirrorskin's reaction, he feels more out of his element. The man had literally told him to come over and drink. He blinks at the comment, hearing no sarcasm in the Winter Courtier's tone. "John. We've had this discussion. Stop talking around me like I'm a fucking child. I had to hold your hand through a basic Pledge."

[Circe]

A hob beside Circe suddenly froze in place. Most likely due to a blue hand in a iron grip around his wrist as he'd reached for her hand bag. Circe bent down to whisper something to him. A quick and quiet conversation occurred between the two. The hob's expression changed starting with frightened, then confused, then elated as it broke free from her grip to run off. "Ha, that won't end well," Circe says as she accepts the drink from John with a smile, "Thanks Johnny. Cheers!"

"That's a great idea Fawkes. Better then my meetin' of the makers fer folks that can build shit," she gives him a thumbs up. Then gets distracted by a scene among a group of hobs. The would be pickpocket is talking to a larger, clearly female hob. Whatever he says gets him picked up by the cuff of his gambeson to bring him up to look at her eye to eye. The larger hobgoblin then kisses him very deeply, probably with tongue. Circe tilts her head to the side at the sight, "Wha? I thought he'd get laid out flat, not get laid fer that pickup line."

And then back to Johnny and Fawkes starting a tiff. "Too late Johnny, oh ho ho ho! Good job Fawkes," she is earnest in her praise, "Keep that trick handy. Could help deal with any drunkies tonight. And let THAT," she says towards the nearby hobs, "Be a lesson ta ya. Don't steal the drinks. Order them. Brewers know how ta mix drinks so be civil would ya!"

Then Circe is back to her boys, "Holding hands fer a Pledge? I know a few that involve that but I won't taunt ya boys by suggesting ya made one of those romantic pledges. Any news," this is directed at Fawkes, "From GK Richard on Court or Freehold wide pledges? I've turned around ta thinkin' it'd help with greasing the supply train."