(1912) Winter Solstice

[Circe]

"Oh, okay," Circe didn't get the enthusiasm. Though if she knew the new movies including gun toting CGI monkeys she might like it. "Sure Sera, movie night girls night sounds fun."

Circe perks up at the offering of twerking. "Now before ya start ta twerk, remember is is most embarrassing when it don't work. Yes it'll piss off the Winters, maybe draw them out early, point in favor of it, but what if ya fail the sexy movements?" Because on one hand twerking monkey girl on the other Sonja getting in trouble. Then the smiles fade into a put upon sigh, "Also Sonny? Ya missed the pun. Which means I fail in that it needs explaining. 3D was a lot of words but ya had failed ta bite yer butt that it was describing," Circe is motioning with the hands as she talks, "So 3D not being a mouthful was a pun about that."

As for Seraphina's recommendation about clubs that accepted butt biting, well, "Uh, I know, uh, heard about a BDSM club. I'm sure they'd be fine with butt biting."

Sonja Hedgespun? That explains her interest in some prior talks. Circe nodded at the suggestion from Seraphina on the issue as well. "Excellent work Sonja, ya have revealed the facts. Ya confirm that ingredient get better effects is how the Wyrd rolls fer this."

Talking of mortals now. Mable had a farm, oh that was her name. "Oh, right Fiona was named Mable. Saw the costume that night and Fiona just clicked in my head," Circe sticks her tongue at as she knocks on the side of her head. The expression turns serious as she looks to Seraphina, "Seraphina? Ya are aware of what I sell fer a living right? I'd rather not talk about my clients unless yer looking ta do business with them too. I mean," she shrugs with both hands up, "Referrals have ta help my sales a little."

Circe quirked her right eyebrow and ear, "Yes a gun on my inner thigh. Where did ya think I could hide a gun? Not like I could hide up here? Even a derringer would be really uncomfortable" She pats her chest for emphasis.

Circe glares ta the food and her Mantle flares. Seraphina has no problem and Circe wasn't either, "I'm ready ta rock Sonny. You? Oh! There is my coat," Circe does not move to retrieve it as she is focused upon Sonja. The Beast had asked the question. Was it because the athletic monkey wasn't alright? "Are ya having any problems Sonny? Are ya alright?"

[Sonnie Wu]

"Yeah, we carved pumpkins in her greenhouse," she nodded as she scanned the room. "And thanks, I really like my shoes," The other topics of conversation fell away from her attention, now that she felt on edge. The conspicuous absence of the Winter Court at their own function made her hackles rise.

"No, no. I feel fine. Just being careful," she stuck close by Seraphina, slipping into Claviger mode to protect her Queen. But from what? No threats had presented themselves, merely a sudden bout of paranoia.

Not that such was unusual for Changelings. Paranoia was often standard practice.

She looked at Circe, then over at the indicated coat, but she shook her head. "I'm fine with my hands and feet. I dunno how to use guns, anyway. Probably just shoot my own tail." The kung fu monkey shrugged helplessly, "Should of brought my staff and throwing knives, but they didn't go with this dress."

[Titania]

Hmpf, hopefully she had gotten the point across.
The conversation had sullied her mood, but she wouldn't let it spoil the party. She joins her fellow Springs (Circe was a honorary member in her book), bringing with her a smile and an euphemism. "Telling that it's been a quiet night compared to the previous Solstice would be an understatement"

[Bugul]

Having sealed his pledge after convincing the Ashen Lord to afford a deeper Oath, Bugul departs the company of Rhodes and the Burned Dwarf known as Anatole.

His black coat speaks of his intent to depart, but his progress is not hurried.

The Goatman's gaze is distant, finding purchase in none until he comes to pass Titania and the group near her. He grants the Bright One a nod and his expression speaks of a silent respect, though his features are otherwise quite bereft of deeper emotion. Nonetheless, Bugul does not utter a word, nor does he stop.

Bugul well exit the scene unless stopped

[Seraphina]

A happy smile, “Then we shall do both! And I think you should bring a movie you like, that way we get to experience it. And for movie nights, we typically have a bunch of junk food, so be ready!” because it wouldn’t be a movie night without junk food.

“Well, having seen Sonnie dance, I don’t think we have to worry about her failing.” Nope, complete faith.

Seemed Circe got where she was going, “Oh there are a few in the city.” She said nonchalantly.

A few blinks, “I know bits and pieces of what you do for living. And I also know that I haven’t been in that side of business in a long time.” She knew Circe did something with guns, and it didn’t sound legal. That was about it.

“I just wouldn’t think to keep a gun there.” On the inner thigh. “And no judgement either way.” She didn’t care, gun bunny can do gun bunny.

“Please don’t shoot your tail, it’s cute.” Was she trying to lighten the mood? Most definitely. But there was a knowing and grateful nod as Sonnie stood close to her.

[Circe]

She looks at Sonny's tail, "Yes it is very cute so never shoot it. And I'd love ta see ya dancing. Just later." well that was good she felt fine with getting her coat back. But still felt to add something to Sonja, "Garter belt style holster could work fer yer knives. Works fer a gun, knives are smaller, and its sexy so there ya go."


Bugul is bolting. Watch him leave and no one hassles him nor does he do it with haste. So maybe it isn't a trap, or Bugul is too small a fish to bother with catching. Whatever, she should grab her coat.


Circe sighs, "Seraphina I am a discount importer of my favorite tools fer getting rid of problems. Legality means shit ta me," she giggles, "De Luca is a influential and nostalgia inducing client with a many employees needing said tools," the Italian Fairest is talking with her hands moving for emphasis, "And old traditions from before Arcadia die hard. I won't insult another cosanostra without reason. Though I'd have tried to seduce her if I didn't know she was one, I mean have ya seen her?"


Before she could depart however Titania arrived. Her words were rather accurate too, "I find myself far below whelmed by this night too T. Ya seen any Winters lately? Because none of us really have. And Sonny?"


"Glad yer fine Sonny. Ya Springs can mingle I'll be right back with my coat," Circe goes to retrieve her coat. The heavy weight of the extras hidden within are still present. Not as much overwhelming firepower as they seem to think, reloads, pepper spray, pocket knife, but mostly it was a solid leather trench coat too. Which became a pseudo cape again.

[Sonnie Wu]

"Okay, I'll shoot somebody else's tail, then. Any suggestions?" the Beast joked as she continued scanning the room, while maintaining her position by Seraphina. She even sniffed the air, occasionally. "I got sheathes for my knives. They strap to my forearms. But this dress has no sleeves." She flapped her arms as a demonstration.

"Hey, Starlight. Everything good?" she asked of her Bright One friend, even as she watched the Courtless goat Beast depart with a wary eye. No one seemed to care that he was leaving, so she made no fuss over the matter. Maybe he got the same sense of unease and decided to Bugul-- er, bug out. "Heh heh. Bugul out."

Golden eyes flickered towards Circe as the blue elf retrieved her coat. "You got a bazooka in there?"

"I am a great dancer, it's true," she said, absently. Her mind was focused on spotting trouble.

Still nothing. Still quiet.

"I know the Winters like to be low key, but this is ridiculous. How long have we been here now? So far this party is not getting a good Yelp review from me."

[Titania]

Her eyes barely meet the Goatman's own, was he greeting her? She wouldn't understand, though, his departure eases her mood.
"Hmm", she says, bringing a finger to her mouth,
"Let me think. I think I've met the short gentleman just a few days ago? Queen Sasha would have normally left a message", even though Winters were normally moody, this was beneath their usual style.

[Anatole]

Anatole returns to the feast table once more. Before he begins amassing another festive repast, he pauses to offer the other changelings Sonnie Wu Circe Seraphina Titania an inclination of the head.

It is a simple acknowledgement. The group already looks tight enough in their conversation.

[Seraphina]

The Nix nods, “Oh yeah! A nice dress with a high slit, show off the toned legs plus a hot garter? You need to do that!” she encouraged.

A hand was held up in defense, “I’m not judging, and I’ve never asked questions in case it was private.” Always figured if Circe really wanted her to know, she’d tell her. “I was just saying it’s been a long since I’ve done anything that could be considered illegal.” Then a shake of her head, “Nope. Never seen or heard of her until now.” The elf could do whatever she needed.

Snorting, “Haven’t seen any other tails, so I got nothing.” Looking at the dress again, “Could still strap them to your thighs.” Why were they discussing weapons again?

At the comment about Bugul, “Was hoping he’d stick around longer, was hoping to get to know him better. But, maybe later.” Oh well.

Sasha was the main force behind Winters parties, so if the party was like this, then her friend had left town. And it sucked. Shrugging, “I know Sasha has left town before for some personal matters she had to take care of. So maybe that’s the case this time? But she should have let someone know.” There was a frown. Maybe she’d try calling her friend. “It is concerning.” And she was worried.

A friendly smile was offered to Anatole as he joined them at the refreshment table, “How are you?” she asks, “Settling in ok?”