(2105) Eternal Seasons

[Liam Gelt]

It was all too familiar: the darkened sky, the stars twinkling above, the cool of the night air brushing against his oaken skin. Liam shuddered briefly, allowing just a sliver of a moment's recollection of the night everything went wrong.
The day They found me. They day they took me and made me...
What was this? Has beens? Perhapses? Enough of that! He had friends now; friends who needed the friendship and protection that only his long, sturdy arms could provide. Liam shook his head and strode into the park, making sure to twist his mouth into a wide grin.
Many faces he recognized from the Coronation: he immediately gravitates towards Seraphina and offers a bow. "Good evening, your Highness".
He's not sure which shocks him more: the hyperactive dog or the red-skinned goblin cackling along with it. He offers a hand to @ColonelWorm, judging that valor was the better part of discretion when meeting new friends.
"Hey there! Name's Liam. Pleasure to meet ya. Is this little bundle of joy yours?"
He punctuates the last few words with a wary glance at Fugly; any beastie small enough to nibble his ankles and dart away tended to raise his Ogreish hackles.

[Anatole]

Anatole walks into Funderland - a rare sight now on a night such as this.

He is back to waring one of his cheap suits again: too broad in the shoulders, even for him; too tight across the chest; a little too long in the arms. The shoes are crisp and new. It would seem the burned dwarf is continuing to build up his wardrobe. Anatole isn't waring a coat tonight but he has found a light scarf to wrap artfully around his neck.

"Nothing interesting to report just yet."

He responds first to James Turner bustling his way over to the Onyx Sovereign and stopping within conversation range to take stock of who was there. The pause is an invitation for the Whisperwisp to strike up a conversation if he chooses.
Rhodes Seraphina and Circe receive careful nods.

Anatole's eyes lock onto the goblin Colonel Worm and he raises an eyebrow. More new faces. How many had he missed now?

[Vivian Wing]

Vivian shuffled along in the dark, in a pair of relaxed dark olive sweat pants, and a crotchet etched bikini style top, that they straps tied up behind her neck. Her skin was well tanned by this point, having lots of time to soak up the first strong rays of spring. Her naked belly adorned with a little belly necklace. Her long hair was french braided to stay out of her face. She wore no makeup. Her puma's made no sound over the ground as she walked. No one could deny the look suited her. They were lucky she wore that much.

She had ear buds in and was singing a little to herself and pausing sometimes to move her body a bit with the music. Clearly in her own little world. She was coming off of dance practice, but thankfully for the other lost present she managed to shower and change before coming here. It was a hard practice for her. Dancing with a partner was always more challenging. She was in her head about it, but as soon as she saw the other lost, she took her ear buds out Vivian was a lot of things, but completely rude wasn't one of them.

She would have been happy to stay on the fringes a bit longer, cobbling together her courage for yet more big social gathering energy, but she was distracted by the one who didn't belong. Her otherworldly eyes narrowed, and her body switched directions and padded softly over to stare at the newbie a moment, when she finally got close enough, looking like a shark closing in on him, she felt his mantle, and paused, her head tilting to the side. A summer? Blink Blink, A new summer??

[Cassandra Reeding]

Cassandra walks through Funderland, making her way towards the wee gathering of Lost. This time, she has a couple of goals in mind, so it might be time to settle in and get it done. The question is, which one?

The Polychromatic has her waist-length, scarlet hair loosely braided over her shoulder, wearing a simple, red, handkerchief style dress with a scoop neck-line. The dress has delicate celtic knot embroidering along the edges and the waist. To go with the red aesthetic, she is wearing a pair of matched ballet flats and her lips are a similar shade.

Upon reaching the gathering, she immediately spots Rhodes and Vivian. Vivian clearly having just arrived. Decision point. Who does she go to? Which goal is she going to achieve tonight?

At the same time, in the corner of her eye, she spots John in his general work clothes. There is just something about a white button down on him that just looks good on him, sans the tie though. She tries not to let her mind wander though.

It is almost helpful that she has to do her best not to let her eyes be drawn in by the other beauties of the crowd or Sera's voice. Envy seeps through her veins for a moment before it comes to a calm. At least there were only four Fairests in this gathering versus the usual dominating crowd. Lovely. And there are more additions to the Freehold to look at, gather info about... That big one, Liam she thought she'd caught at the coronation? And then there is the other new one with that interesting bird shirt. They aren't on her list tonight though.

( Vivian Wing ) is making her way towards one of the new ones. Yes. This could be good. Two birds with one stone, right? Cassandra casually makes her way over to Vivian as she seems to be closing in on them ( Colonel Worm ). Once she is close enough in range to possibly be drawn into a group with them, she says, "Good evening. You're Vivian, right? I believe we met in the Winter, but we didn't get a chance to speak during our Spring gather."

[Saber Sloth]

Just a reminder (And to get my marble out of the way) we can do side threads for the big gathering Scenes, so things don't get bogged down and slow to a crawl.

[James Turner]

There was an absolute cacophony of sound around John and it was grating on the Darkling, he had to take a second and focus to try and filter out all the clashing music that was playing over each other as well as an objectively decent serenade to a taco. John couldn't help but stare unblinking as he looked at Colonel Worm. Colonel was it, easily puts him into Summer but he could easily be a privateer. Oh well he knows Circe, Rhodes is here and the Wyrdstone's nearby. Should help alleviate those concerns.


Luckily as the conversation began most of the clashing sounds had cut out and stopped, the brief overlap the curse of being over attentive and a trained listener working against him this time. He really couldn't help but chuckle at Sonnie's mistaking the Colonel for the Kentucky Fried variety. Though he was also glad to see she was still security minded.


He was always surprised how Sera could make casual clothing look fancy and fashionable, he'd never understand it. "Busy balancing both halves of my life but I can't complain for the most part beyond the norm." He smiled at the joke at his own expense. Though he noted that the new Ogre wasn't quite as security minded as The Claviger. Give it time perhaps.


He had to make a conscious effort not to immediately watch Cassandra and then also not to keep starring as he gave her a small smile and a nod while she broke off to speak with Vivian. That was about when he noticed Anatole next to him, his heart skipping a couple of beats at the surprise. "Me either, it's good to see you Anatole. Wait, I actually do have a thing maybe." He looked up and looked to Circe. "Circe, do you have a second to talk business, not that goes pew pew. Well, maybe it'll end up there but that's not what I have in mind right now."

[Colonel Worm]

“Sera?” the Colonel says, looking up from dog-petting height. “A pleasure,” a pause as he looks her over, noting the intensity of her mantle and her generally ethereal beauty, “more than a pleasure, actually. I’m Colonel Worm: soldier, fighter, lover, heart-breaker, leg-breaker, song and dance man, friend to many, enemy to more.”

Colonel Sanders? Worm’s heard that one. But it never gets old. Especially when it’s coming from a simian babe. “That’s me,” he responds to Sonnie. “I’m finger-licking good.” A wink and his eyes return to the dog. “Fugly, you say? Fugly?!? No, not this handsome specimen. More like Fuh-Beautiful. That’s what I’m going with, Fuh-Beautiful. Isn’t that right, Fuh-Beautiful?” The dog’s not interested and who could blame him? Look at his company. “Fine, be that way,” Worm says with a grin. “But you’re missing out. I give good pet.”

The Colonel turns his attention back to Sonnie and stands, bouncing up like a spring. “So, what’s your name then, Fuh-Beautiful’s mom?” he asks, giving her his ‘sexy Goblin look.’ It’s simply irresistible (trademark pending).

Circe interjects and that’s fine. Plenty of time to woo. Besides, she’s fine too. “Nope, not egg salad. Tacos! And man were they good.” A pause, “To confirm, I am stoned (met a dude at the Taco stand) and I am also looking to be Stoned, whatever that is. My lovely Summer Sovereign mentioned it at our meeting, so here I am.” A presentational flourish of his long, red arms.

The Goblin’s attention bounces to Liam and his proffered hand. His eyes travel up and up. And up. Finally, he finds the top of the guy. Grabs the hand and gives it a few firm pumps, grinning. “How d’you do, big guy? How d’you do?” Eyes cut to Anatole, noting the fellow Wizened’s arrival, back to Liam as he releases his grip. “Mine?” Referring to Fugly. “Oh no. I’m just an admirer of Mr. Fuh-Beautiful.” He's so caught up with Liam, he doesn’t even note the goings-on with Vivian and Cassandra behind him.

Turning back to the larger group now, “OK—so about this stone thing…?” He trails off, waiting for someone to tell him what the hell is up with the Stone.

Side thread for the stoning and other stone related talk?

[Liam Gelt]

The Goblin's handshake takes Liam by surprise. It's a firm, madcap grip with plenty of strength behind it, but not unfriendly.
"A new guy eh? Pleased to meet ya..."
And just like that the Goblin was bouncing over to the bearded dwarf, mouth moving a mile a minute as he bounded to each new subject with the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store.
Again! First Roadrunner and now this? Am I just too slow? Or am I scaring people off?
Liam's musings are brought to a close when he feels wet nuzzles against his bark-skin feet, and he looks down to see the well-christened Fugly staring up at him, almost as if expecting something.

Continued in (2105) Evenings w/ Fugly...

[Rhodes]

"John." Rhodes offers the Darkling a smile, watching as there seems to be a flood of arrivals.

"I suppose that's one of the perks of being your own boss, darling?" He nods in agreement. "And As you say, it will still be there. You look beautiful today." Redundant? Perhaps - Sera never looked anything short of ravishing - but his complements came from the heart and it wouldn't feel right if he never told her so. When one lived as close to Fear as he did... you tried not to waste opportunities.

"Nothing official, Sonnie," he shakes his head, golden leaves spinning into the air. Turning to Circe he adds, "That is something you will never know, blueberry." Worm receives and easy wave.

His gaze travels up and up the new arrival, the Dread Lord's mouth slightly agape. "Charmed, Liam." He knew him from the coronation, certainly, but the man had very nearl a foot on the Autumn and it was a little unnerving up close.

Anatole's nod is returned, and the Flowering turns to Sera. "Excuse me darling, the very man I had hoped to see has arrived." Heading over to his fellow Autumn, the easy smile speads on his face. "Anatole, I was wondering if you might stray across tonight. Might I have a quick word?"

Yumyumcrow would you like a side threead, or stay here?

[Seraphina]

Grinning to Sonnie, “Not a whole lot, you?” it was always good to see the Beast. Looking around, then shrugging, “Not that I know of. Maybe we were just all drawn by the wonderful weather.” Maybe. She certainly was.

Then came the Colonel Sanders, and the Nix practically snorted when she laughed. Was Sonnie always thinking about food? Or was it simply a coincidence? She didn’t know, and really didn’t care, it added to her fellow Springs charm.

Back to Circe, “They look good on you, should wear ‘em more often.” Now if only she could get Rhodes to wear jeans. Laughing, “You could always try, and that could be all sorts of entertaining.” Winking to Circe. Then blinking, “Aww, now Circe, I cannot give out my secrets.” Cause of course not.

Sapphires turn to the new face, “If Circe vouches for you, then welcome.” A friendly smile offered.

Now it was impossible to miss Liam when he walks up. The guy is literally a giant. Now, she’s tall, but he took the cake on it. Smiling and waving, “Hey Liam! How’ve you been?” the whole highness thing? Still weird.

Then another wave to Anatole, “Hey! Good to see you!” she needed to get to know him better. Spotting the ill fit of his suit, she got an idea, “Maybe when you have some free time we can get together and talk. I might have the perfect suit for you!” well, in her mind anyways. She would have to work her magic to make it happen. “Well, if you want, no worries if not. But still want to sit down and talk with you sometime.” Her voice warm.

Spotting the ethereal beauty that was Vivian, there was another wave.

Eyes find the radiant beauty of Cassandra and she offers her a wave as well. “Looks like the whole group is coming out tonight!” sounding excited about it.

Looking to John, “That can always be a challenge, just remember to take some time for yourself.” She encourages. And then talk sounds like it was turning to business. Or, kinda business? She wasn’t sure.

Laughing, light and musical in sound, “Pleased to meet you! Do you prefer Colonel Worm, Colonel or just Worm?” she asks, extended a translucent hand. “And that is quite the list! Welcome to the city.” He seemed an energetic type.

And wait? Was he hitting on Sonnie?! Well, who could blame him, she was beautiful! But still, Sera’s Spring heart was bursting with excitement. Sapphires quickly going from one to the other.

Then a warm, grateful smile to Rhodes, “Thank you!” compliments from him always meant the world. She nods as he excuses himself. But that was ok, she had Fugly and Sonnie, life was good. So she lowers herself back to the ground, long legs tucked under.