(2102) Eternal Seasons: Wranglers Wanted

[Saber Sloth]

Funderland

Funderland Amusement Park has been dishing up kid-sized thrills since 1946! It is the only place to take the kids in Sacramento that has nine exciting amusement rides, a concession stand, birthday parties, and more. We are conveniently located in William Land Park next to the Sacramento Zoo and Fairytale Town.


Funderland is a public location, but also the heart of Sacramento's Changeling Freehold.

Some Freeholds hide in plain sight, while others hide so well that new arrivals need an invitation and direction to even catch a hint of just where the Lost's stronghold resides. The Freehold of Sacramento is of the former, and has always been, but with the death of the dragon Fairweather, the Lost of Sacramento have taken control of, and are operating an amusement park. A self contained space, a fortress for the Lost, but one where mortals come spend their money, and offer up something more precious; Glamour. The park is divided along the lines of the Seasonal Courts, each having their own ride or featured building, so the Glamour is spiced in the layers of the four cardinal emotions.


Much like the world - the Hedge - beside the mundane one, there is a private world beneath the park -- prohibition era tunnels, passages and even rooms.


For now, the the Park is closed and admittance is only for the Lost. For those moments before Equinox and Solstice, The Eternal Seasons reign....


And for tonight, there is a slight issue....

This is a great place to gain your Acknowledgement!

[Circe]

Funderland Amusement Park has been dishing up kid-sized thrills for decades but tonight it was surprisingly well lit even after closing. But that was not for repairs to the nine amusement rides, though possibly related to its neighboring establishments. No this was not a party or celebration after hours. This was crisis management and security.

And the Grounds Keeper, Queen of Summer, the Gunbunny Smurfette, was present already to try and keep a lid on things.

Yet Circe was not fashionable. She was wearing a Funderland jumpsuit for utility that was probably Cold War surplus. The elf was pacing as she held two things. One was a box of something greenish and wet. The other? Her cell phone as she was hoping that someone else would show up tonight to help her with this!

She needed more eyes and feet attached to said eyes.

The mundies were searching but it was very important that what was lost be found before outside scrutiny, or worse the Hedge, could get involved. She'd give it a few minutes before chipping in solo in the scouring of Funderland. It could not be lost. That was what all the sacks, radios, Funderland Staff vests, and the other greens were for. To capture it.

Well not the vests, that was so no mortals questioned the presence of noob Changelings at the park after hours.

[Titania]

Let's be realistic, their utility bill would instantly improve if they decided to shut down the lights past a certain hour. But there was a certain narcissism involved in the grind of a loss-making business.
Of course if you asked her, she could provide all the light needed and free of charge.

She arrives exactly when she's needed, if you were focused, you could almost hear her delicious voice humming a lullaby as she proceeds through the tunnels, her lights casting a shadow as she walk.
Not a single hair out of place, makeup on point, too elegant-chic for a common briefing. Though, she's a saleswoman, the number one rule is to look the part.
"Good evening", she says with her overly enthusiastic voice, stashing her iPhone inside her tote bag.

[Ram]

Sometimes it was nice to hang out in the park after hours when he was off. Not the worries of security ever truly left his mind. Even with the mortal crowds gone, Ram knew the Hedge gate lurked in the tunnels below, ready to spew out the ‘wonders’ of the Thorns.

Still, the night air helped him relax a bit. At least it had until he saw Circe in her coveralls. No, that wasn’t entirely true, it was when he saw the sacks, radios, and staff vests beside her and Titania.

With the sounds of battle coming closer to the two women, the vibrations of drums and distant gunshots disturbed the trail of moondust as the cool night turned hot and dry for the Ogre.

“Hey,” he said cautiously “Something up?” He looked between the two of them for an explanation on why it looked like they might be going to war.

[Titania]

"Mr. Ram", she says smiling with her eyes, "It has been a while. How are you?", her expression turns into a scowl as she takes the chance to appraise his clothes, "We need to find you a new uniform. One of those classy dark suits. Mirrorshades too", her obsession for fashion is probably a bit too excessive.
"Security is the face of Funderland. The first thing visitors see. You need to be always on point", she smirks, "Don't worry. I'll lend you my expertise", the Spring's Queen really. But that's a detail.

[James Turner]

It would be uncouth for the Winter Monarch to not be present, especially during these troubling times. He’d meant what he said during Coronation Winter was cold, yes, but he also wished for it to be so much more. Cold on the outside Warm on the in, the Freehold was the sleepy cottage in the forest offering shelter from the cold. The Cold existing to keep their enemies away from them, to keep their view hidden.

It wasn’t a formal function so the suit was kept at home but one of Titania’s watches was adorned on his wrist, he hadn’t owned a watch before that point just using his phone for time which has been astonishing to him when he’d first come back. Glad he’d had help re-integrating up until that point. Despite that he wore a pair of black slacks, black converse, and then a simple white button-up with a black tie that hung loose from his neck.

His hand rubbing at the back of his head as he quirked a brow and looked around at everyone. “I feel like I missed something.”

[Circe]

"No, no it ain't Titania," she goes to grab a vest quickly to give it to Titania, "Yer gonna wanna wear this fer what's ta come," she looks at Ram and then John, "Ya boys are gonna want the vests too. Less questions from the staff."

She then claps her hands, "Okay, those of ya familiar with Funderland know about a recent show courtesy of the neighbors. Those not. It was a show of exotic life," she holds up the tupper ware of ground wet plant matter, "Probably hungry. So I, we need some help searching fer a attraction that hopped off. A quokka."

"This ain't a dangerous beast, but," she holds up a hand, "We don't want media attention fer a lost animal. We like a low profile and don't want reporters around. Or the authorities looking fer a animal and finding the Hedge Gate or something else. Mundy staff is looking too so restrain the flashy Contracts."

Circe pats the tupper ware, "This should be like candy ta them. So it should help handle it when we find it. I just need more eyes ta help find this Australian Pokemon. It is fluffly and always smiling so it is a damn Pokemon."

ooc: This is a minigame! The quokka is wandering the park but so are other teams looking for it. Can we find it first?

[Ram]

Ram glanced down as if to check what he was wearing “I’m, uh, not in uniform right now. I’m off. And just Ram is fine,” he said slightly embarrassed and unsure as the fashion advice seemed to come out of no where. Though coming from Titania it was probably right. Though sunglasses at night didn't seem the best idea to him. Still that didn’t answer his original question.

In a way he was glad when John arrived. At least then he wasn’t the only one that didn’t seem to know what was going on.

Though even after Circe’s explanation he didn’t entirely lose the deer in the headlights look. This was definitely more than he’d expected when he had decided to take a quite walk in Funderland. He had no idea what a quokka was (other than fluffy, smiling, and Australian) but if the Summer Queen wanted it found Ram was willing to roll with the punches and take on the mission.

“Okay, uh, how big we talking?” he asked as he grabbed the largest vest he could find in the pile “And what channel are we using?” he followed up as he picked up a radio and began to carefully start making adjustments to turn it on and test it like he normally did at the start of shift.

[Titania]

No way she was going to wear that thing. For starters it made her appear as flat as a board, and she didn't even know when was the last time somebody had washed it.
"Eeek", she says holding it by the tip of her fingers.
She didn't understand Circe's objection. Following her tinder and snapchat stunt, she had become herself a minor social media celebrity, from time to time people stopped her for a selfie.
Nevertheless, it appeared that the Smurfette was really bent on chasing the overgrown rat.
She was perplexed, throw her in the middle of a forest, and she'd probably be able to orientate herself, but animals?
They smelled, and this thing sounded like a lot of trouble.
"Well, o...kay", she says unconvinced, "Where do we start? Do we split in groups?"

[Circe]

Off hand Circe says, "I have a guy that makes me business suits on a discount. Free fer my Summers," mostly because of how many suits Circe buys from him. As for the more important question that came from Ram, "Small." she gives him a nod of approval and her tone is thankful, "About two feet long, 10 lbs, and a foot tall. Thing looks like it smiles. The green stuff should help attract it. Channel is 7."

"Splitting up should be fine. The quokka was fer a petting zoo," Circe adds, "Fer kids." Circe then laughs, "If THAT could hurt any of us, we'd never have escaped. It ain't dangerous but I've already explained the reasons ta find it."

And Circe was fairly certain that as soon as Titania sees it she will hug the crap out of it.