Welcome to Funderland 2020

[James Turner]

John's mask set in place, his mantle's breeze growing frigid threatening to condense the moisture in the air as he'd been silent until Bugul had spoken to him and his gaze moved over to the Goatman and hardened.


"You wish to speak bluntly? Lets. Shall I address your points in order?


"Does many mean all? YOU may take any risks of your own personal safety with hobs as you see fit. I, personally, take security very seriously. So while you're comfortable there, I, am not.


"So you want to talk about presumptions besides the one you just made? These Borders aren't mine, this place is not my home, I have to prove myself. Yet here I am offering help, offering to let me prove myself. So which is it? Am I allowed to prove myself AND be helpful or not? I wasn't aware offering to help would give me such a negative reaction.


"Crave? I told you I came from Seattle, I said I came here because Omens drew me here. Fate is fickle...and is proving that phrase once again."


He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed.


"You seemed to have forgotten much, like manners. If you had wished to question me more I had offered not one, but two chances. Yet you think this is the appropriate reaction? What is your goal here? Are you trying to remind me that I don't belong? Mission accomplished. Are you trying to push out a stranger? You could also have easily accomplished that. What if I had been new? What if I had just left the hedge yesterday?"


He shrugged, as barbed as his words were his tone had only rose in speed from his normal monotone, speaking less slowly but still in that low rumbling singular note which he spoke.


"That paranoia is good though, it keeps you sharp. Keep that edge, it'll serve you well. Winter is a silent season, sometimes it's the answer."


He was only bound by oath for a month, Bugul's actions could have put them more in jeopardy than if he had just remained silent. He had the makings of Winter but there was so much left to learn. He was so happy that that had never been his responsibility before.


His shoulder pushed off the food stand and he began departing the group.


""It has been nice meeting you all. Since my help isn't needed I'll wait and see if anything comes up and until then I'll do what winter does best."


He gave a small nod to everyone and made to leave.

[Circe]

"Thanks Bugul," she nods, "I know the feelin' man. I get along great with 'em too." And then Bugul seems to add some dark drama to the mix. Or perhaps he'd been listening to Rhodes and John's conversation? Maybe it was just simple dick measuring contest. Circe went behind the stall, patting Fugly as she left, to quickly make up another burger. She stops to deliver a plate and patty for Fugly, "Good puppy wuppy," before heading back to the stall again, "Maybe I should'a packed bean bags at this rate," eyeing the boys as she worked. Circe figured her rage at the danger to Fugly would be the most tense point but the boys showed her up.

And it seems John decided to win the debate by applying to moves. The burn with logic and screw you guys I'm going home. She waves bye bye to the Winter, "Remember John, don't be stranger just be Wyrd! See ya around." Then looks to Bugul. She could say something about his hearing or her own barbs. "Ya need some liquid ta sooth ya Bugul?" Circe points at the cooler, "I mean, I think that has ta be like the most I've heard ya say all at once. Yer usually really quiet."

Coming up on time soon, are folks ready to wrap up?

[Rhodes]

As the Spirngs and Summer talk about more casual things, Rhodes watches the interaction between Bugul and John with great interest.

At least I am not the only one watching. Bugul has a great talent for watching, waiting... and striking. But it is Fear, or merely Pragmatism, that drives this Beast? Only time will tell. This Thousand of his certainly seems committed to the Courtless Path.

As John leaves, the Dread Lord watches carefully. "An interesting fellow, certainly. And some friction is to be expected." A smile touches his lips. "It can be scary, putting oneself out there."

Fear was all-pervasive, after all.

[Sonnie Wu]

Seated atop the stall, she kicked her feet in the air as she ate her burger. Fugly excitedly (and noisily) devoured the second patty Circe had given him.

John made his speech, such as it was, and Sonnie watched him depart. She hadn't been part of that particular conversation, not really, but she did give the Winter a little wave as he left. "Bye! Nice meeting you! Stay safe out there!"

After the Darkling was gone, she looked back to the others, a curious expression on her face, "Do we even have borders? Is there a map or something I don't know about?"

She waved a hand dismissively at her fellow Beast, alleviating his concerns, "Relax, Bart. You didn't darken anything. It's cool, dude."

[Seraphina]

Had the Nix spaced out? Sure seemed that way.

Blinking, returning to the present, she watched the display between the new guy and the goatman.

Interesting. But truth to be told, she was too tired to jump in. Maybe it was too much cotton candy? Nah! No way it was that, and finishes the bag she had.

Looking to Circe, “You should see the adorable bed I got for him at the coffee shop. And he seemed to approve of it too.” A nod and proud smile.

Trying to stifle a yawn behind a hand. Totally forgetting that one could see though her hands.

“Once he gets settled and finds himself a niche, I’m sure things will be smoother. But it’s always to be expected when someone new appears.” A shrug. Not a big thing to her.

Nodding to Sonnie, “And like she said, you didn’t darken anything. It’s all good.”

[Saber Sloth]

6 days left folks, better start wrapping

[Circe]

Circe looks to Rhodes in confusion, "It can?" Given how often armed she was and how she had previously dressed, the Fairest clearly didn't get that. She then looks to Sonja, "We have sorta borders Sonja. Kinda have rivers and highways as the pseudo landmarks. I give tours."


Seraphina wasn't the only one spacing out. New John had a little bed at Common Grounds? It was cute? "Wait he what, that, oh. Oooooh," Circe got she meant Fugly not the new guy, "Ha ha, right, Fugly is the cutest most certain ya meant that, ha ha ha."


Then back to Bugul, "Listen ta them dude. Ya darkened nothing. The Wet Blanket makin' dramatic first entrance." She leans forward on the food stand as she asks everyone a question, "We've had a few overly dramatic introductions before haven't we?"

[Bugul]

Bugul listened to John's words, but didn't comment. He let the Winter have his speech, though John's attempt to guilt Bugul was met with an animalistic snort.

If you are so weak to be driven away because of my words, why are you here?

John boasted a Mantle. It was unlikely he had just come from the Hedge. Once more he had also signaled to the Beast that Winter seemed a ready fit, but it was only met with the same glance. The gaze remained until thw Winter finally began to leave.

"I do not need drink, Circe, thank you," he says, returning his attention to his immediate environs. Her statement on his normal countenance earns a chuckle, "Silence usually suits me."

Turning to peruse the selections of the table, Bugul merely nods at Rhodes' words. A thankful huff is granted to Sonnie as Bugul returns to his usual self. Finally, at Circe's reaffirmation, the Goatman nods again and begins to idly eat. He is now at comfort. Bugul knows these figures around him and they had agreed with his approach.

[Sonnie Wu]

"It is a really nice bed!" Sonnie agreed, after finishing her burger. She dusted her hands off and nimbly climbed down from atop the concession stand. She looked at Circe curiously, "You give tours? Do you have handout maps with all the local fae attractions? How much do you charge?"

Smiling, she knelt down and motioned for her dog to come to her, "Yes, Fugly truly is the cutest! My son is the best! C'mere boy!" The mutt perked his ears when he heard the Steepscrambler calling for him. Giving the paper plate a final lick, he scampered over to Sonnie. There, she attached his leash to his harness as his tail rapidly wagged.

"We should be going. It's bath night for Fugly! Thanks for the burgers, Circe!" She looked about a moment, "Is there anything before I go?"

[Circe]

She nods at Bugul, "Good fashion tactic, I prefer mine ta be Armani or custom," was Circe's reply to Bugul, making a pun out of his words.

The Fairest looks to the monkey Beast with a laugh, "I demand fun and I only give out barf bags. But ya do get ta ride in a Dodge Charger," she sings.

"Yer welcome Sonja, and take a doggy bag," she pulls out a brown bag, "Thematic!"

She then turns to those who remain, "Well, anybody else want a doggy bag? Ya may not have a pupper to pun it up, but feel free ta take some."

Thank you for taking part in this scene everyone, it was entertaining.