(2103) Propping Up The Bar

[Titania]

They were going to grow plants and more. It's just that the rest of the Freehold couldn't anticipate their next move.

[Ram]

“Yep,” Ram grinned with a laugh “That would be cheating.”

The smile stayed as he continued to watch his fellows play act something that sounded vaguely like Shakespeare. With patented Circe puns thrown in for good measure.

His throat was felt a little itchy for some reason. So, he grabbed another drink to hopefully wash down the irritation.

“Whelp, sorry Anatole, but that does in fact make you a plant daddy,” he joked with the Wizened taking a swig of his new glass “Not to mention you’ve got a whole bag of seeds now too from this party. You’ll have get a window planter or something. You could have a whole bushel of plant kids. Probably got greener thumb than me anyway.” He shook his own bag which had miraculously yet to spill into his pocket.

“So, Titania, what would you say is the cocktail that tastes most like how you imagine Spring?” She seemed a little distant tonight. Then again, he hadn’t really been talking to her till now. He hoped she didn’t think he was ignoring her.

He almost didn't notice the Tunnlegrub, squirm into the bar area.

"Hey new guy," was that rude? He hoped it wasn't rude "Don't be shy, grab a drink. It's Spring, you can get whatever you want."

[Circe]

Blue lips part as a faux accent is used. "Ello. My name is Circe. You stole my meatball. Prepare to diet," is how Circe decides to verbally riposte Vivian. And then the skewers are clattering against each other in mock battle. Yet, this is quite fitting for Spring. Desires and frivolity.


The new Spring's attempts to be stealthy are, insufficient. Plus Ram brought attention to the poor boy. "Welcome! What up noob?" she quips off hand to Senka and, if Vivian is distracted, takes the opening to try and lightly bop her fellow Summer upon the head with the skewer. If not, then take another drink of the fire water.

[Slikana Senka]

"So many new faces and open greetings! Please Call me Senka. Could I grab a gin smooth with a twist of lime, whiskey cider, and a Malibu cranberry with a mint leaf? I offered to grab some drinks for the two dancing over at the fire. Might as well get them ready. What may I Call y'all?" Senka says in a midwestern drawl and blushes a shade greyer than the normal shadowy skin color. He pulls out a tube and avails it of the blunt inside. ​"Any one have a light?"

[Ram]

"Ram," he introduced himself with a cough to the new Darkling, trying to clear his throat. "Or Andrew, depending on where we're at. Stick around and you'll find out how Summer throws a celebration." Checking his watch, the Ogre realized how late it was.

"Wish I could stick around, but evil never rests." Not when you had guard duty at Funderland.

"See y'all around," he waved to the bar residence.

"And take care of your kid," he joked to Anatole, holding up his own bag of Spring seeds.

[Anatole]

The burned dwarf shuffled in his spot once again - this time spreading out slightly as the big Ogre Ram prepared to leave. He gave the Render a cat-like smile and patted his pocket where his own seeds had been placed.

"I am becoming a regular parent."

He turned then to the new Darkling Slikana Senka - his face turning more serious. The wizened still had the lighter he had found behind the counter in his possession: he handed the little device over, sliding it across the bar with a practiced motion.

"Call me Anatole. Behind the bar is my lovely friend Titania; she shares your Spring Court. And her is Vivian Wing. And Dread Lord Rhodes of the Ashen Court. And lastly, Circe the Crimson Queen."

He caught the sharp, refreshing scents off of the Darkling's mantle and sighed in contentment. Anatole's Autumn mantle was similarly weak but the effect was stark in the warm glow of the tavern: shadows seemed to pool around the dwarf like he was in a shady corner and not by the well-lit bar.

[Titania]

"I'm a fan of Cherry Blossom. Tequila, lime and grapejuice", she replies to the ogre before being lured away by the newcomer.
"Welcome", she says, taking in the buzz of his mantle. "I'm Titania of the Spring Court", she says, taking over from Anatole.

[Saber Sloth]

One day left!

[Slikana Senka]

Wishing Ram good evening in latin, Senka will turn to Anatole
and Titania and accepts the greetings with; "Salvete Serenum viridis de agris. I am Slikana Senka newly of the spring court here. I am most elated to meet all of you. Please call me Senka."

He takes in the names and faces of the folk around him and bows to all in turn. He lets his eyes drink in the beauty of Circe and Titania and thanks Anatole for the light. He lights the blunt and holds the smoke long enough to feel the jitters ease off a little. Glancing over at the Fire, he chuckles and voices; "I probably don't need the drinks after all. Looks like those two would like some privacy... I'm newer in town and am wondering where the hang out spots are. I was told about the coffee shop the Emerald Queen owns; and maybe looking into learning more about how I can help out around here."

Senka takes another buff of the blunt and visibly relaxes more.

translation Greetings of fair weather and green fields.