(2103) Propping Up The Bar

[Vivian Wing]

Vivian smiled a little bit at that piece of advice from Titania because she was right. That would be what it took. A lot of spending time with these lost. She felt that warmth of belonging and took a few long gulps sips from her Long Island Ice Tea just gazing at Titania for a stretch of moments. Finally the Airtouched nodded in agreement. "I think that's just what I need most, and now there are more new faces, too." She looked over at the newcomers a moment.

"To the Freehold!" She chirped with an easygoing grin looking from Titania back to Rhodes. She paused a moment in her skewer battle with Circe. It was like the record skipped in Vivian's head for a second and she regarded him with a slightly testy smile before the feistiness transforms into humor as the last bit of what he said sank in. "Wow..." She giggled uncontrollably. "Next time say that in the Tales from the Crypt dude's voice!"

Then the teasing was back on, as her attention snapped back to Circe like a dog that heard the can opener. "Well if your gunna make off with all the meatballs someone has to play Robin Hood, Sherriff!" Vivian quipped, showing that the Airtouched has some wits about her. Circe was completely rubbing off on Vivian, and then Ram pulled up and she grinned at him.

"Hey Ram! What you drinking, homie?" She asked him with a relaxed grin and nodded to Anatole. "Anatole is in denial of being a proud plant father."

[Titania]

She whiskers closer to Anatole, sharing a knowing look with the dwarf before diverting her focus to the present. The interaction with Rhodes had been polite until now, that fake politeness she was well adjusted to.
"To the Freehold then", taking into her own hands Vivian's comfort.

[Ram]

Ram gave a gentle smile at seeing his fellow Summers ‘fighting. It would be that season soon.

“Similarities?” he asked with good humor “Like, one hits hard with magic, the other uses magic to hit hard. Guess which is which.” Simplified and while true didn’t quite cover how different the two could be but this was supposed to be fun.

He looked down at his drink, when Vivian asked what it was, examining it carefully “Not sure… something with tequila.” He downed the sweet fruity drink, smacking his lips. “Or maybe vodka.” He had no idea.

“You starting a garden, Anatole,” the Ogre asked, thinking ‘plant father’ might be a metaphor for something.

A toast came up and Ram quickly grabbed a fourth glass to participate. “To the Freehold.” He echoed.

[Circe]

"Oh wait," she looks around as she holds up her 'sword.' "Did I miss a toast, ah cazzo," she raises her glass, "Ta the Freehold and its courtiers."

As for Ram's riposte to Circe's comparison of courts, it was most intriguing. "Hmm," she liked the comparison. "Most difficult Ram. Which one stinks of gunpowder? Or is asking that cheating?"


As for Vivian's vocal request, well Circe does her best. "Oooh, my fellow Summer ghoul, what kind of hack-ting do ya thing I do? Crypty is an ex-screamly hard voice. I'd not want ta decapitate its value." She holds up the skewer again to prepare to duel, "Ha, then I shall play the BEST Sheriff of Rottingham, as I Robin ya little duel."


Circe liked that one better then the other ones. Mel Brooks was the king. Her drink was finished off as well. And Circe continued to intentionally act bad as she messed up the lines. Also the skewer sword came up again, "Vivian on, guard."

[Anatole]

Glass refilled, the burned dwarf joins in the salute.

"To the Freehold."

Looking up at Ram: -

"Oh no. Nothing like that, I hope. Not with one little plant. Ha! I... won... it. And now it sits on a window sill."

[Rhodes]

Rhodes looks back and forth, and smiles at Vivian. "Oh, I'm sure I can try."

He looks between all the others again, following the conversation. "Well, if you are looking at growing plants, perhaps we can set aside some space in the Autumn Hollow to grow some Goblin fruits."

Emerald eyes were slowly drawn across the room. John and Cassandra looking to dance, Sonnie and the other springs in the centre being.... well, Springly, and over by the door... She looked almost otherworldly in her beauty, as she stood talking to Gerrit. The Dread Lord sighed heavily, more to himself than anything else, the whispers of his Mantle rising quietly again.

[Vivian Wing]

Vivian saluted Rhodes with her drink. She was clearly not a big drinker. She was babysitting that drink, and most of the time had her fingers over the glass opening protectively. It looked more out of habit than her not trusting the others around her drink. She quickly finished her first, but didn't ask for a second.

She grinned at Ram. "Titania made mine! It's nice and sweet and easy to drink!" She said and nodded sincerely at him.

Then the challenge was laid down by Circe. Vivian was certain this was one of the very very few times people actually got a pop culture reference she herself made. The double feature movie night with the Old Man seemed to be paying off finally.

"ON GUARD!" She roared energetically, then a pause when she realized one of her 'swords' still had some meat on it. She quickly ate the meat off the offending skewer and came for Circe's skewers. The worlds smallest sword duel was under way!

She wielded the little skewers in her fingers well. For what it was, she picked up the subtle differences between the tiny skewers and full sized swords. She over compensated a thrust towards a meatball but corrected on the next go of it. Balancing the force for what the skewer would withstand.

[Saber Sloth]

5 days left!

[Anatole]

Anatole's eyes drift past Ram and alight on the two Winter Courtiers as they dance once more.

The dwarf grunts and knuckles his moustaches.

He turns his head slightly toward Rhodes

"Ha! Why not? Who knows what we'll manage to grow?"

[Slikana Senka]

Senka will approach the bar and lean in on an open spot. His face will relax more as he glances over to the fire and sees the two Winters dancing. Maybe they won't notice if the drinks arrive a bit late. His face twitching into a faint smile. He will return his gaze to the bar and wait till person behind the bar addresses him.