Winter Winds (Iceland Skating Rink)

[Forn Clakes]

The bitter Autumn winds have finally blown through Sacramento and turned the freehold icy cold, making the week of Christmas the perfect time for the Court of Autumn to make way for the Court of Winter, and the season of sorrow to rule for another period

The Iceland skating rink has been hired by the Court to act as a suitable place to hold the event, and it is feeling very festive. Red, gold and green decorations stream across the walls and hang from the ceiling, and an eight foot Christmas tree has been arranged also with a large number of presents underneath. Next to the tree is a temporary stage area and a microphone, and the enscorcelled DJ of the Empty Orchestra has been hired to provide the karaoke. Even Sam, the mortal bartender, has been drafted in to prepare the food and the drinks, paid quite modestly as well if anyone asks. Tables and chairs have been laid out for those in attendance and Big Swilla minds the door, cold eyes staring out behind his hoarfrost laden beard. Despite his appearance, someone has also stuck a 'PRIVATE PARTY' sign on the entrance just in case the 7'1 bouncer isn't noticed.

Oh, and the big patch of ice in the centre of the building is open for anyone wishing to have fun ice skating, and skates have been laid out at the side free of charge. The snowskin on hand helping with the sizes, Duncan, is Iceland's hockey coach and someone who doesn't get out much. Slim build with short, icicle-spiked hair, his crisp blue eyes watch and wait for the party to get started.

[Nightfall]

Nightfall
Winter Mantle ••••
Striking Looks •• (Freshly Fucked)
Fairest

With his Court ascendant, Nightfall decided to arrive early. He forewent the usual casual wear, opting for a tuxedo sans tie; a tacit nod to it being his Season, and that the chill didn't bother him.

With so many new faces in the Freehold, and so few Winters, he felt it important they make a good impression. Snow crunched under his feet as he approached, and he offered Big Swilla a nod as he made his way in.

[Forn Clakes]

Big Swilla nods back to Nightfall. Its like an alligator eyeing up trouble. Then he breaks into a rare smile at his fellow Winter Courtier and scratches his thick beard.

"How's the club going, En-Eff?"

[Donan]

Erica approaches the ice rink along with Sam, eying the entrance and the guard thoughtfully and stopping. She's been pensive since they set out, and a little down. She considers the location out of earshot of the guard at the door and anyone else heading in that direction. "Things freezing and going underground.. not so much fun, but when the ice melts, spring comes back, and we can show them we can still have a good time in their season."

She smiles at Sam. "And that things being frozen just means there's other things for autumn to find out, right?"

[Nightfall]

"Good," Nightfall answered Big Swilla in his usual soft tone. Although he was almost used to talking again, his hands still started to come up to sign, before he remembered. "Got a deal with the local precinct to train the cops, and a lot of business from that free-for-all we had."

He smiled, suddenly, "And... thanks for not showing up and beating up my prospects."

Which reminded him; that Justin hadn't been in to work in several days -- something to look into after things settled down.

[Donan]

Erica nods and sets out after the little Wizened. "They hide, how can you enjoy anything from life that way? Still, I won't be glum, no. Big smiles, like we mean it." She gives a bright smile as they get closer to the guard and she waves at him, moving into talking distance, and eying Nightfall thoughtfully for a moment. "Hi! I'm Erica and here's Sam, nice to meetcha."

[Lesingnon]

Rick walked up to the ice rink, Terri at his side. That was something he'd he'd never ceased to be thankful for since that morning at the Rose Garden. He wore a deep red dress shirt beneath a suit coat left unbuttoned. Just because Autumn's time had come for this year didn't mean he had to be pleased about it, or eschew its colors. Subtle protest never hurt anything. And his mantle swirled in agreement with that thought. He offered a nod to Swilla as he made his way into the rink, idly wondering if Terri was going to drag him out onto the ice rink.