(2106) Summer Solstice

[Saber Sloth]

The days grow long and Funderland is closed.

Within and around the Highstriker the Summers have been planning, the space is dark. Awaiting the reveal of the Iron Spear, leaving a single solitary thing visible.

The Wyrdstone.

Illuminated by it's own light, it casts eerie shadows across the room. Giving shape to something that might be a recliner, but the Lost wont know for certain until the Summer's turn on the lights.

The Summers will enter and narrate their separate areas!


Circe will need to spend 1Glamour to reinforce the magic of the Wyrdstone, each New Arrival that haven't sworn to the Wyrdstone / gotten their Freehold Status 1, will need to spend 1Glamour to the Wyrdstone, to be brought into the Wyrdstone cycle, after which if you are a part of a Court your Monarch will be Swearing each Equinox/Solstice.

Courtless Changeling will also need to prove 1Glamour to the Wyrdstone to be included into the protections.

If a new arrival is swearing for the first time, once the Glamour is spent using the Power Icons, that person can increase their Freehold Status to 1!


Once Circe's spent the Glamour, and described her Crown, tag me and I'll come in with some narration

[Circe]

Coming out of the shadows, a figure walks. The gown she wears helped hide her in the dark, yet the crown she has a dull glow come from it, perhaps symbolizing a rising or setting sun. The foot falls of her heeled boots are quiet even as the light catches upon her necklace made of iron chain and multiple small spearheads.


The queen of Summer wastes no time as she saunters up to the Wyrdstone. She reaches out, her blue right hand bear as it touches upon the Wyrdstone. "May Summer's strength flow into you. May the protection of my season be upon this Freehold. While a single Summer draws breath, our enemies shall know no respite from retribution and wrath. The season of Summer," a smile crosses her lips as decorum starts to fade, "Has begun!"


She pours Glamour into the Wyrdstone. Drama complete, the Queen steps back to observe whom shall be the first to arrive for the coming dramatic reveals.

ooc: Sorry for not posting sooner or starting. Had a very long night

[Ram]

Ram gave a passing wave and smile to the ascendant queen as he hurried over to 'his' section after picking up the remote to control the lights at the far end of the Striker.

His massive form blended into the vague large shadows.

There was a BANG! Followed by an exclamation of pain and the clatter of brittle plastic. The words "Oh, shit," drifted in from the dimmed area. A couple seconds of lighter bangs and some scrambling before there was a blinding flash as the lights came on to briefly illuminate. However, they turned off again before anyone's pupils could think of adjusting, accompanied by a chorus of "Fuck, fuck, fuck," and what sounded like very large fingers repeatedly pushing much smaller buttons until they did what they wanted.

Once again surrounded by shadows, Ram took a deep breath.

Going well so far. At least no one had really arrived to see that particular display of Ogrish grace.

His dramatic reveal was safe. If not his retinas.

[Saber Sloth]

Remember Circe Origins spending Glamour requires Power Icons!

[Circe]

ooc: D'Oh! knew I forgot something. Sorry.

[Sonnie Wu]

The first non-Summer to arrive (fashionably early?) is Sonja Wu! The simian Lost bounced into the coronation party, dressed in a short red dress. Why? Because red was the color of Summer! Red for fire! Red for blood! That's what she figured, anyway.

"Okay, the life of the party is here! Where's the fighting pit? Can we place bets on Ram vs. Titania? My money's on the Brit!" With a big grin, she looked around the area, eyes wide as she takes in every detail.

After a moment, she remembers there's supposed to be this thing called decorum. Beasts struggled with that, sometimes. (only sometimes?)

"Oh, right! Ahem!" Sonnie walked over to Circe and did a fancy curtsy, "Good evening, Your Royal Hotness! Uh, I mean Highness! Royal Highness! Um, congratulations on another Summer coronation!" Smooth.

[Colonel Worm]

It's a goddamn party.

Worm loves parties. Lives for them. Any event that might end in fighting and/or fucking because a bunch of folks got stupid drunk and super wild? That's the Colonel's jam.

So, he shows up ready to do the damn thing, dressed to the nines in a completely crazy set of jacket and slacks.

No shirt. Who needs a shirt? He comes bearing gifts, though.

First, there's the two, large jugs of Mezcal, one in each hand as he comes strolling in after Sonnie. Don't ask where he picked it up. Just drink it.

Next, he's got no fewer than four packs of smokes. Never know who'll need one.

Finally, two sets of brass knuckles safely stowed away, one in either jacket pocket. In case anyone needs to have their face renovated.

He's thinking of something witty to say when Sonnie announces her arrival. That's my line... the Goblin grumbles internally. But who can stay mad at the beast? Especially in that dress.

He approaches Circe and Sonnie, dropping to one knee in a display of clownish chivalry when he reaches them. Sets the Mezcal on the ground in front of the Summer Monarch.

"My Queen," he intones solemnly. "I brought booze." The Colonel peeks up at Circe, hoping for a smile, but prepared for a kick to the teeth. Always expect the worst and you'll never be disappointed, kids.

[Circe]

Circe squeezes her eyes shut at the lights but laughs at Ram's cursing. "Oh ho ho ho! Thanks fer the fun bro," she cheers to Ram. And the first guests arrive!


The bouncy monkey and the Colonel himself! "Hmph," she folds her arms thought it is funny to hear Sonja call Titania a twit, "I'd take that wager and yer money, fer in the battles to come, I see her losing. Badly." The blasé bunch before barging in are lucky Circe isn't a Summer stereotype.


"Thank you Sonja, yer not wrong on either oh ho ho ho ho!" Circe is amused. And how thoughtful of the noob Summer, "Always welcome Worm, especially when it is such that I CAN drink. Though depending upon which battlefield here ya wish ta champion good Colonel," she spreads her arms wide towards the darkness, "You may not want ta imbibe until later."


"Uh, bup bup bup," Circe's hands sweep into a stopping motion, "The presentation of what lies within. Is. A. Surprise. Fer now, welcome ta be the first visitors fer this celebration of strength and," she chuckles, "Contest. The unveiling shall wait fer the," a Johnny Depp impression follows, "Opportune moment."

[Ram]

“I’m fine!” came Ram’s voice in an obviously forced casualness.

He heard Sonnie come in and volunteer both him and Titania to fight each other. And if he had to guess, his first thought (other than that he would probably overcome her) was that the Steepscrambler was sure Titania would win because the Fairest was still mad at him about the Frances thing. He gave a slight groan and tried not to think about it.

Circe welcome the Spring as well as the newly arrived Colonel. Who’d brought liquor. Good choice.

Wait! Opportune moment? Was that supposed to be some kind of signal? The whole lights thing had been kind of last minute, so he wasn’t sure!

He fumbled with the remote a little again and the lights flashed again, this time staying on.

Damn he hoped that was supposed to be a signal.

Ram had cordoned off his section of the Striker with multi-colored party streamers. It forms an approximate square at the far end of the large metal building. Inside is the normal mixture of plywood structures (partial walls, doorways, single rooms, and small structures) and inflatable domes/cubes/X’s/triangles that normally provide the arena with things to engage with and work around during battle.

However, at the center is something completely different. A large circular table full of multicolored cupcakes topped with brightly colored icing that looks like it would stain your clothes as soon as look at you.

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Like the pure white Ram was wearing now in fact, with pants, jacket, and shoes that matched his white t.

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Speaking of shirts, the Ogre has a pile of at least fifteen white shirts and pants in a variety of sizes ready to go for those willing to put them on an engage in a (as a large hand painted sign says at the border of his square) FOOD FIGHT!

[Rlyeh]

R'lyeh slinks through the door. Trying not to draw attention to herself but freezing as the blackness of the venue turns into spotlights and there is notices and people and dresses and suits and she's.....in her only outfit.

Thread bare t-shirt covered by a faded hoodie covered by a jacket. Worn jeans, dusty, and muddy even if she'd gone and tried to clean them up. Some stains didn't want to give up their place. Holes patched with duct tape, same as the grimy silver tape wrapped around her one boot. The sole wanted to fall off and she didn't want it too. She couldn't just get new shoes....well. She could. But. She didn't want to steal something she was going to trust to carry her over land for miles. If she stole the shoes meant for other feet, how could she trust them to protect her own, forcing them to cover and carry usurper toes.

Tail curling closer to her leg, as she moves in a forward direction, toward the Queen, but not really she's heading towards the shiny-rockWyrdstone. So she could poke it again. A Courtless Changeling could be protected by it's effects, but without being bound to a greater Court the protection's renewal couldn't be conferred by the newly crowned sovereign.

After doing her poke-the-shiny-rock-wyrdstone-duty she turns around to the group and manages a smile. Or she thinks it's a smile. She might just be showing teeth in a vaguely joyful facsimile.

"....hi."