Welcome to my parlor

[Circe]

Circe's home was somewhat modest condominium meant for more then one but she got it back under Mary's identity so fuck it was her opinion.

She even turned one room into a pseudo workshop for things. Fortunately for her upcoming guest Circe had remembered her schedule. So Titania would not arrive to find a blue elf covered in grease or possibly a welder's mask. Instead the Larcenist had showered and cleaned up before preparing coffee and biscuits.

Whilst singing along to the radio in her people's tongue, "Allora, tesoro vieni ad illuminarmi, e forse ti lascio salire su di esso. Oooo!" And missing some words in favor of matching the instruments. The volume was low enough for the doorbell to get her attention. Plus her warning apps. She'd even gotten the dreaded decaf in case Starlight was worried about that kind of thing.

So she'd just have to find out where their talk would go.

[Titania]

It hadn't been the first time she was paying the Summer Queen a visit. Of the first time she recollects the odd living arrangements with her faceless companion, the rather conspicuous display of taxidermy and the firearms, lot of firearms (but maybe she was imagining things). A lovely demesne indeed.
Circe had been a gracious host to boot, treating her to a culturally uplifting night of pop culture and refreshment - she was still upset at Sir Obi Wan's sudden departure - but alas, all good things come to an end.
Tonight, however, they wouldn't just partake in a night of junk food fueled movie watching, the reasons of the invite had been twofold. At the Coronation Circe had mentioned several health issues, and she was inclined to help.
It would be her first patient after all.

A white clad Lady rings at the door, a cohort of wisps scuttles in her wake. Her appereance is immaculate, pristine. In her left hand she carries a box of French pastries, on her right a large sized bag. Oil, cosmetics, perfumes, and a change of clothes, the typical amenities of a Lady attending a sleepover.
She takes a deep breath to calm down her social anxiety. Is this the Lion's den?
Circe Origins

[Circe]

The music and singing within ends. A muffled, "Minute!" comes from beyond the door. Shortly after the door opens to reveal Circe in casaul wear, a Snoopy t-shirt, khaki pants, and slippers.

The foyer has a odd picture farmed next to the door. Clearly a printout and would make sense to any that can see beneath the Mask that happened to know Circe. "Titania, excellent timing and oh ya brought num nums? Come on in," she motions for the star maiden to enter the condo.

The living room also has a very elaborate game controller currently before the television. What was Circe doing with that?

[Titania]

"Hello! Yes", she says cheerily, offering the box and somehow surprised at finding Circe in an outfit far less revealing than she would have expected.
She steps in the foyer right after her host, grinning smugly at the artwork - typical Circe - and chastising her wisps "Don't wander". She has no time to remove her jacket and lay her bag, as her attention is all on the strange machine. "A creation of yours?", she asks.

[Circe]

"There is nothing explosive they can set off," Circe laughs at the chastisement of the wisps. As for the question of crafts, "Uuuuh, what?"

Circe looks around to see what Titana is talking about. Then laughs, "Oh no, its from a videogame. I mean the adapator is my coding but it is waaaay better then the motion cap they TRIED ta use fer it, ha ha, tooootally why I have it."

No Circe had not been planning to research Hedgespinning her own giant robot with that as a base for the controls. Completely uneconomical to have to build so many parts for a giant robot and who'd have the time to do that without and army of Lost?

"Closet is there if yer lookin' ta hang yer coat," she points out the space. Then keeps talking as she closes the front door and walks into the living room, "I've got regular and decaf coffee available, variety of flavors, so what is yer poison?"

[Titania]

"Decaf... please", she says while she hangs her coat in the closet.
"A videogame? I have heard of those things. I wouldn't call myself tech savvy. I prefer literature... may I?", she asks, pointing at one of the comfortable looking chairs. Meanwhile she looks around, the place has changed a bit.

[Circe]

"Right and yeah," she nods about the videogame as she heads for her Keurig. Lacking etiquette Circe simply talks LOUDER from the kitchen, "Well they have stories too. Though quality ranges from Lord of the Rings epic ta here is a sentence go blow shit up."

It is not long before Circe returns with a mug labeled Name Yer Poison Matey, full of decaf to give to Titania. Her own mug is blue with a angry bunny emoticon on it. Full of caffeine. She takes the love seat across from Titania, sipping her coffee. "Nothing wrong with a little goofy mindless virtual mayhem now and then."

Circe sips her coffee again. "Funny thing, I got wrapped up in projects. What'd ya want ta talk about again?" There was zero hint of shame in her voice as she asked Titania this question.

[Titania]

"Virtual Mayhem", she repeats religiously, cradling her mug between her fingers and raising a brow at Circe's own. Odd, she thinks, but Cute.
"I should look into it", she mutters, staring deeply into the chocolate brown pool. "Well", she says between sips, "Well, can't I just visit my friend Circe? Besides, you said you felt exhausted. And I offered my help. Remember?"

[Circe]

"There are far worse hobbies," she nods in approval. "Like real mayhem. And ya are totally free ta just visit fer whatever reason."

Circe blinks in surprise at the mention of her being exhausted. Then she tilts her head, when had she said that? Wait was the last big party? Yes that was probably it. "At the last shindig ya mean? Directorship and me becoming the sheriff, right? Ha ha," she rubs the back of her head, "Funny story. I hadn't slept fer two wait," she sips her coffee then nods, "Three days before that. Work and last minute broach making. Even mommy's little helper," she raises her coffee mug, "Wasn't cutting it."

Circe wasn't sure how Titania planned to help with that now. "Hold the phone," Titania gets an excited look from the Summer, "Do ya have some goblin fruits or Contract that negates the need fer sleep? That'd be cool."

[Titania]

"Hmm. That cannot be healthy", she says, interrupting her musing with another sip of the brown brew. "Nope, no fruit or magical brew. But yes, I can definitely help, both by mundane means and otherwise. You know, sleep and a balanced diet lead to a long life"