(2106) Summer Solstice

[Vivian Wing]

Vivian had been busy in her section.

Continued in The Battle Royal...

[Rlyeh]

Eyes tight. Ears on swivel. There's a lot of noise, a lot of voices and people and Miens, and dresses. It's very loud. But she makes a conscious effort not to allow her ears to lay flat. She can't let those tells out. Not here. Not now. Not when - Ears perk forwards whenever as her name's called, she manages nods and more awkward waves. Lips relaxing into something neutral, until the heavenly voiced Sera-Queen, approaches, the Dread King on her arm. She smiles. It's an actual smile and everything. "Hello! Sera-queen! You look very red and see-through!" because yes the dress, but also the fleshy bits. It was a compliment. She was still see-through and still Entitled.

"I's my choice and my dare Dread Lord Rhodes-king." she explains, there is a bounce in her voice, her tail swishes behind her, hair spilling and staining her neck and face.

Aaaand just like that the royal attention is taken from her. She's disappointed but also relieved. They're Very Important and having them pay attention to you was heady, but also. Not great. She knew what she was, a fox-hunter-stain. A blight in the eye of the celebration. With a weird bow-y thing - they were Monarchs, even if they weren't ruling this Season, and slinks away.

Someone had said cupcakes.

Continued in (2106) FOOD FIGHT...

[Gerrit]

Gerrit arrived a bit later than he would have liked. Frankly, the idea of those large gatherings made him feel uneasy most of the time and the possible implications of the Summer solstice did little to calm him down. He really wasn't into the mood for a season-honoring party of brutality and violence.
Luckily, Circe was not one of those brainless stereotypes and looking around the venue confirmed his assessment of the Queen of Wrath's idea for a fun and accessible coronation. Food fights, an eating contest and.. a foam weapon battle arena? That seemed harmless enough and he could count on his friends if he ever felt unwell. Attending the coronations was the right thing to do however - and he probably should work on getting out of his comfort zone every now and then.

The Ogre wore his good pair of jeans and a white button down shirt. Usually he'd wear something beneath it, but in honor of Summer he refrained from adding more layers. As a result everyone who could see beyond the Mask could see bloody blossoms here and there appearing on the shirt where other humans would see stains of sweat. It was uncomfortable when he thought about it, but Summer would maybe appreciate the gesture.
He carried a potted coffee plant with him. Circe seemed to enjoy her coffee and Gerrit had a hunch that she might enjoy that one better than mere flowers.

He waved and smiled at every other Lost he came across - he wanted to pay his respects to Circe before engaging anybody else, but when he saw Sonnie Wu he hesitated for a moment and change his course. He stood her up that one night and he felt pretty terrible about it. So he approached the beast with a sheepish look on his face. "Hello Sonnie. I, uh- sorry I didn't come back that day. The place I wanted to get the ice cream from was closed and by the time I arrived at another place it was getting pretty late so they weren't open either. I realized I didn't have any way to contact you so.. uhm again: I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you?" He waited for her response - hoping she wouldn't hold a grudge - and then excused himself again. "Maybe we can chat later, I want to pay respects to the woman of the hour first."

With that he went over to Circe's area. After watching Vivian for a little while, just to enjoy the flutter in his stomach for a bit. Business first.. And then? This probably wasn't the place or the time to let those butterflies take the wheel - but he could say hi, right?

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[Sonnie Wu]

"Hi Cass!" She waved at the redhead, "You look so good!"

Sonnie beamed at Seraphina's compliment, "Well, obviously! Red is such a hot color!"

The compliments kept rolling in, and she laughed at Worm, "Shut up! I know it!" The Beast twirled in her red dress.

"Yo, Anatole! Sup?" She waved at the burnt dwarf.

"Cool King James," she shot finger guns at the Winter Darkling.

Gerrit approached and she apologized for... something? The Beast blinked in confusion, and one could almost see the 'loading' icon on her forehead as she worked to remember the incident the Ogre spoke about. Finally, she realized what he meant. Ding! "Oh, nevermind about that! I'm not worried about it. No sorries needed, dude! Now, go pay your respects and-- OHMYGAWD FOOD FIGHT!!"

Distracted by Ram's announcement, the Monkey ran off without a second thought.

Off to the Food Fight side thread we go!

[Titania]

She comes fashionably late, clad in the silky garments of the season. A backless red dress that taunts the onlookers with a promise of mischief. Two ornate rings on each of her hands, while a court of light motes hangs from her hair, shining their lights on the delicate features of her face. All around, a trail of dust is carried by the spring breeze of her mantle.
She cuts the floor with an elegant strike of her heels, looking for the summer Queen. In her bag she's carrying a gift.

[Seraphina]

Sera leans over and plants a kiss on Rhodes cheek, “I’m going to go join Sonnie and throw some food!” she sounded quite excited about it. And she was! Without waiting for a reply, she heads over to where Sonnie and the others were.

Sera joins this thread!

[Cassandra Reeding]

Everything moves so fast that Cassandra is hardly able to keep up. People already moving to their places before she's really had much of a chance to say more than the thank yous for the comments on her dress. She sees one person who hasn't quite interacted with anyone yet. Yes, this would be good. She hasn't gotten to spend time with Titania in a good while.

Continued in (2106) Solstice Chill...

[Colonel Worm]

And, just like that, Cassandra walks away, leaving Worm hanging, flask extended, mid-offer. Isn't this like the second time something like this has happened? Yep.

Worm retracts the flask. Lifts his other arm, sniffs his armpit, making sure he doesn't stink. Nope. He smells like Pure Sport^TM all the way. Maybe the Fairest just doesn't like the company of roguish, well-endowed Goblins? Oh well. No accounting for taste.

He takes a sip and re-caps the flask, rolls his shoulders to shake off the snub. Like any good competitor, Worm has a short memory. And he's never one to get upset over a rejection. To his mind, he's the most interesting Worm in the world. If someone doesn't want to talk to him, then they're not particularly worth talking to.

With that, he heads over to see a woman who knows how to dish out a real beating. Just how the Colonel likes it.

Continued in The Battle Royal...

[Liam Gelt]

Liam takes a look at the space Circe had prepared. "Looks like a good place to start! I'll get set up." He was certainly happy that she'd accepted his gift, considering the embarrassment that had been come with its creation. "I'll save something special for ya!"
Suddenly there's a bustle of activity as Goblins and Monkeys and Sludge Foxes begin breaking off to their respective stations. He's about to wheel his cooler to his station when he feels a brief winter chill and a familiar voice catches him in his steps.
"Hey there James! Absolutely, you can be my first guest." Not customer; for once Liam knew the drinks were free this time. He hauls his grocery items and cooler towards the table, gesturing for James to follow.

Continued in Summer's Respite...

[Anatole]

Anatole detaches from the shadows pooling around him and makes his way over to Gerrit and James Turner