(2003) Spring Equinox

[Rhodes]

The Flowering inclines his head to Bugul. The man new respect, and etiquette. Rare enough on their own. If they needed each other, the call could now be made.

Circe's entrence is stereotypically.... Circe. Rhodes smiles. "Yes..." he says, looking back to the winged creature with flowing golden hair, skin like gold scales. It was peculiar. She and Sera could almost be siblings. "Ah.... Yamiyo, I think she said. Charming young lady. Delightful."

Eyes continues to flick between the newcomer and the Vernal Queen, the Kiths of the Fairest running through his mind. He was sure she didn't look that way before..... Ah. A Romancer. Of course. That was a relief. It would have bugged him otherwise. At least he could put his guards in the right places, mentally speaking.

He looks across. "Lady Titania, where have you been hiding yourself? You look delightful, my dear," The Dread Lord complements. "Keeping busy, I assume?"

Lastly, he looks back to Anatole. "Thank you, my dear fellow. As with Bugul here, our pact is at an end - one I hope as reassuring for yourself as I. Though I would like to take the time to discuss some courtly matters, if you have chance? Not here, of course, not the time, but when you are available." The Autumn King's mantle flared gently, sending leaves whispers and chills around all nearby. The clash with Circe's heat made their usual wisps of mist.

[James Turner]

Everyone was now at the bar and he could feel is skin start to crawl, to many people in to close a proximity for him. He brought his joint up to his lips and inhaled sharply as he then also swallowed the drink holding it in as he swallowed before turning his head away and exhaled away from the crowd and down as to disturb as few people as possible.

“Excellent taste Dread Lord.”

He smiled and raised his glass before taking a sip, giving a low bow of his head to Circe acknowledging her arrival before looking to Anatole as he responded.

“I wish, I’ve been making the rounds, trying to establish a pattern and get into a semblance of a routine before I can do any settling down.”

He took a deep breath, taking another hit as he sighed, each second making him more and more uncomfortable. Moving back to his default of listening and watching but taking two steps away just to put some distance between himself and everyone else, give himself some breathing room.

[Bugul]

And so it was that Summer came to see the Lost of Sacramento.

Circe was delightful, in her way, but far from formal. Thus, unlike the bow of the head John had given her, Bugul instead offered her a smile and lifted his glass at her arrival. Taking a drink, he'd look back to his compatriots.

"Could've sworn there was someone else behind the bar a minute ago," he said, chuckling as Anatole resigned himself to his fate. After all, they were technically the guests of the Springs, no? "And understandable. Lately it's just been me and my plants, but business has been good enough."

Then as the conversation turned onward, Bugul was content to simply sit and listen. He was enjoying the company, but had little to say.

[Circe]

Circe held up her hand in a stop motion to Anatole, "Thanks but not today bro. I really need coffee fer this. No sleep 'til something or other. Thanks but I'll need caffeine. Suits fer life bro," she gives him a thumbs up.

She nods and yawns along with Rhodes answer to her question, "Coooool. Oh hey T! Long time no see!" acknowledging Titania and checking her out. "Stylish tonight aren't ya?" Then looks at Sonnie. Then Seraphina. Then back to Titania, "Okay. Spring is blossoming ain't ya Sonny! Work it girl! Great ta see Sera ain't the only one ta be good with Flowering," a horrible pun and a pervy smile sent Rhodes way.

"Hey James," a returned nod before turning to the other dude, "Cheers Bugul!" who gets a thumbs up. Circe is yawning again then shifting her bag. That made a jingling sound. "Dude, wait, king Rhodes? I got the thing. No crafty masterwork but still a thing. Oh, and did I miss anything interesting? Aside from the new girl?"

Yeah sure she was a pretty little thing but Circe was too. But cute was better.

[Anatole]

Teeth flashed in the Dwarf's beard.

"Of course, Dread Lord. Be happy to."

He stopped when Circe motioned she was not interested in the drink. He paused then abruptly turned the gesture into pouring himself another drink.

After that, he too lapsed into silence as he drew his drink to him but did not imbibe. His eyes were drawn once more to the delight form of the newcomer and he found he had to keep shaking himself as her appearance kept subtly shading into something else - memories he had long forgotten; feelings from another place, another time, another person.

Grimacing slightly, he turned away and raised his drink to his lips yet again.

[Titania]

"I'm mostly keeping to myself", is her curt reply to the Dread Lord.
Then she feels a warm gaze linger on places that are better left unexplored, least she turn into a dishonest woman. "A-aww, yes Ci... Queen Circe", she blurts out, her face reddening. "I'm afraid my studies have kept me away from the joys of your friendship", and it probably sounds naughtier than she would have wanted.

[Sonnie Wu]

She grinned and waved as Circe arrived, "Aloha! Welcome to our little luau!" The monkey ran over and placed a lei around the head of the Queen of the Iron Spears, the flowers were in all the Summer Court colors! "And thank you!" She brushed proudly at her goblin-grass skirt, "If only everybody was in the holiday spirit, you know?" An almost imperceptible glance was pointed towards Titania.

Was this Spring Court or Shade Court? Flowers weren't the only thing being thrown around. Ayoooooo!

"In the season of Desire, we ask you all to indulge! Eat! Drink! Dance! Love! It's all good here!" This didn't seem to be directed at anyone in particular, but rather the entire room.

"How about a limbo contest? Who's game?"

[Angel]

An angelic icicle walks in wearing leather boots. The hint of a smile play on almost pursed lips and they survey. All these gorgeous creatures signal they've found the right place.

"Aloha! Did I hear there would be a limbo contest?" they ask with playful innocence making their presence known. "Happy to meet you all. I'm Angel!"

[James Turner]

"Limbo contest, I think that puts Anatole at a distinct advantage."

He chuckled looking over to the dwarf and offering a salute with his glass before bringing it to his lips. But he'd left it at that until another picture of perfection joined them. There were so many beauties around he didn't know what to do or how to feel at all, all he could do was observe and report.

He took in a drag from his joint as he watched her, two new faces in one night, it was hard to tell if this was a good sign or a bad one. He'd wait for her to join the bar before addressing her directly but he could at least give a nod of the head and another raised glass.

[Bugul]

Bugul kept his eyes focused on his environs. Nursing his beverage to stay engaged, but alert, as was the nature of this vine-laden Beast.

He was content to say nothing, for nothing had been said to him that demanded much response. Nonetheless, a nod is granted to Circe as she reciprocates his greeting.

There is one who is able to draw a sound from the Goatman. Titania's statement regarding Circe's friendship earns a laugh. It is a quiet sound of surprise and amusment, but it is there.

However, as quickly as it comes, the laughter fades and Bugul's gaze affixes itself on some distant piece of the bar. He looks strangely attentive and nods gently as if in response to some distant voice, but says nothing. He is deeply engaged enough to the point that Sonnie's words fall flat upon his ears. She is a sweet girl, but her antics are often unimportant to her fellow Beasts, wrapped as tightly as they are within her Court's titular wants and uninhibited abandon. Bugul cared little for games.

Regardless, it seems that not even his silent musings with the Thousand can fully break Bugul from his alertness.

2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-03-28 23:52:16		Bugul rolls 4 to Perceptions (Wits + Comp - 1 Clarity) (10 Again)		8, 8, 5, 4		2 successes

When a new, unknown voice chimes from behind him, Bugul is pulled from his reverie. In reaction, the Beast's turns his head in a sudden, almost violent, jerk, to eye the source. The woody vines of his mane creak loudly with the motion, ensuring the motion lacks even a semblance of subtlety. Clearly, the Goatman has been taken by surprise by this new figure... and he didn't like it.

As is befitting of his reputation, the Goatman eyes the new figure with the wary suspicion that has defined his reaction to strange new Lost since his arrival to Sacramento. John, the sole recognized Winter of the freehold, knew this look well, for he had faced similar attentions.

A low grumble, nearly akin to a growl, leaves Bugul's throat... but he is quick to cease. Suspicious as he is, this Beast is still intelligent and knows that this Hollow is not his.

Let the Springs deal with this one.

And so it was that Bugul returned his attention to his cup, his mane still lightly pricked in some places as he eyes the remaining spirit in his glass.