(2109) Autumn Equinox

[Roshon]

Roshon strode into the autumnal glade, polished black boots flattening the grass with every step. She wore a tuxedo of brilliant white, perfectly tailored to her frame, although instead of a bow tie, Roshon had unbottoned her blouse to show off a sparkling faux-diamond necklace that rested upon her bare breast bone. The contrast of the ensemble with the rich hue of her skin and the dark blackbuck horns rising from her head was exquisite, although she was also carrying a white leather satchel with silver clasps that did detract something from the elegance of the look.

She needed the satchel, though. How else was she supposed to carry all the weed? For spring it hadn't mattered, but stuffing her pockets full would obliterate the lines of her Tux, so better the satchel than that.

Seeing as how everyone was just arriving, however, Roshon refrained from throwing weed at everyone and instead gave a chin-jut of a greeting to Anatole before striding towards the walking Dawn add wearing cupcakes on her shirt.

"Hey bitch, how'd you get that shirt so clean?" Roshon asked as she came up beside Rlyeh , standing incredibly close to the oily Lost despite the shining white tuxedo she was wearing.

The words might have also sounded mean, though it was clear from the casual, matter of fact delivery that Roshon didn't mean it that way. It was more like an inside joke.

"Wanna hit the food table? I don't think I've ever had Hedge bacon before."

Side thread?

[Anatole]

Anatole pauses and dips his head to the Emerald Sovereign, leaning precariously on his walking stick.

"Queen Seraphina. I am. I am as you see. But I have been well and very successful. I hope you have been well, also."

A smile split his beard.

Anatole extends his free hand to Ashley Green His skin is rough and calloused and despite his physical attitude, his grip is fairly strong.

"Pleased to meet you, Ashley. I'm just here for the coronation feast. Rhodes set you to work already, has he?"

He doesn't get much chance for further comment as Circe arrives. The Autumn Courtier dips his head respectfully while the Larcesnist speaks. Catching sight of Roshon he bobs a greeting, following her path to the buffet.

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie Wu never misses a party. Or a celebration. Or a festival. Or a soiree. Or a hootenanny.

So, obviously, she was here!

And she came dressed in... a skeleton onesie. Typical.

"Helloooooo, ghouls and gargoyles! Happy Hall-- uh, Happy Autumn Coronation!" She did a barefoot curtsy to King Rhodes.

[Rlyeh]

She bows, like she was going to curty, but rethght it last second. "Hello Sera-Queen, you are looking very nice." then to Circe, "Hello Summer-Circe-Gunny-Queen, you are also looking nice. But not as very nice as Sera-Queen."

Then! Roshon! The mechanic with the beast of a car that was shiny and black and who brought her a towel. So she wouldn't get the shiny-black-beast-car dirty. Instead of not getting R'lyeh the towel and getting mad when the shiny-and-black-pretty-leather-insides got icky and gross and stained and wrecked.

"It's new!" she chirps, smiling without teeth. "So I only wear it when I have to be nicer looking. Like now!"

Staring at the boots-and-tux-and-necklace-shinnies, "You are also nice looking. Maybe even very nice looking." she says to her fellow mix-and-match-grab-bag-of-animal-parts friend...? Friend! Maybe.

Wondering over to the food, "It's been a while since I've had good-not-mold-or-pre-bitten-food. Do you think hedge bacon is from hedge pigs, or Pigs that came into the Hedge?" she asks, a certain spark in her eye.

Continued in (2109) Party Animals...

[Colonel Worm]

"Liam!" He gives the guy a big, velour-covered hug, knowing he'll accept. It's like wrapping your arms around a red wood. Meaning: awesome. "You know, it's been going great. The vibes are fucking good, man. Just got a real apartment and it's sweet. You have to come by. I'll supply the party favors, OK?"

Takes a rip off the vape, fumes his words: "How are you?? What's new in tree-world??"

And here comes Anatole, favoring one leg and working the cane. "What's up, 'Tole? You got a flat there?" He's making a joke, of course, but his manner speaks of real concern. "You doing OK??"

Newbie? Oh yeah. Who's that? She's stone-bound for sure, but a new face nonetheless. Worm throws up a big wave to Ashley, "How's it hanging, new blood?" He calls over without approaching. She seems happy enough on her own. "Name's Worm--Colonel Worm!"

Back to Liam, "How's the bartender gig going, anyway? You did get a job tending bar, right? I didn't just make that up?"

And hey, isn't that Ray-lah? Ree-lee? Ri-leg? Worm can't remember exactly, but he broadcasts a wild, toothy grin in her direction with another long-armed wave. She's swooped by Roshon quick enough. He'll have to have a word later.

Circe! "My liege!" Worm announces, delighted. To Liam, all excitement: "You hear that?? She's got something up her sleeve. I can't wait." Another pull off the vape.

A flourshing bow to Sera. Monarchs are multiplying: "High praise, coming from you. Velour's like wearing a hot tub. I highly recommend." A pause, "Hey, where's your mister?? I got a present for him," holding up the hot-dog wrapped gift.

On his way up from the bow, he spots Sonnie. Looks to Circe, "This what you were talking about with the skeleton stuff? Cause I like it?" A crooked grin is offered the Beast as he says announces his approval.

Side thread BoxingUnicorn / anybody else?

Also sorryabout the Harden Mask. Thanks for pointing that out, Sloth! Ignore that in the first post, folks.

[Circe]

And walking in was why Circe had started to opt for more martial attire. Partly as Summer leader, it was expected. Partly because working on/trading guns didn't leave much time for Hedgespinning new outfits. Partly because she owned a lot of identical suits instead of dresses. Majority reason though? Circe needed to concede fashion to the golden Spring siren of style. For outshining her was a difficult and time consuming task. Circe would prefer to make bullets or weapons.


Circe gives Seraphina a smile, "Thanks Sera. Tried fer a hip outfit, but I bonely got ta the ribs. A Summer Queen should be a little martial." Circe thumps the breastplate with a fist. "But tibia honest," her smile is now somewhat smarmy, "Ryleh is right," the elfin Fairest gives the Blightbent a nod, "And I know ta concede fashion ta the golden stunnin Spring siren of style," she waves with both hands towards Seraphina. Then she bows, "Fashion conceded. Just don't go inta guns, I'd escalate too much. And I love yer finger accessory."


"Oh ho ho ho, of course I do Colonel," she faux chides Colonel Worm, "A nine mill. Or tequila. Who knows," she smiles with a shrug.


Ashley Green was more grey and a little green. Red and black eyes focus on the offered hand. Sticky fingers! Oh well, with a shrug, the blue Larcenist accepts the hand, "Welcome ta town then girl," she shakes the hand gently, "Ya got me right, and I have many nicknames from folks here. And I will stereotype now ta ask ya," she pulls her hand back, "Sticky fingers only literal or also metaphorical? I've experience with the second," she cheerfully declares before her face freezes up. A look of confusion creases her blue brow before she closes her eyes to nod, "And literal with shop or kitchen too. Best ta beat others ta it."


Circe briefly looks past Ashley to see that there are books. Oh right, wasn't Rhodes making an archive or something here? "Hmm? Wonder if it has a copy of my report on the mundy occultists? I'm pretty sure I gave that ta Rhodes. A copy at least. Yeah, I probably did."


Then she looks at the Colonel again, "Well some folks have skeletons in their closet, I consider it a bone-us outfit," Circe giggles.

Sure for side thread

[James Turner]

Fashionably late that was the term right? His heart thudded in his chest like it did before every coronation though a little more this time as he felt like he'd been running late. Though he slid through the door his back straight, face the same placid expression he wore most of the time as he worked to keep that tight ball of anxiety wound tight internally. He was wearing his usual coronation suit, the one Sera had woven of the winter night's sky and while he looked around he first marveled at the spectacular decorations and the sheer aesthetics of the place.


His hands slowly flattening his suit compulsively as his gaze continues over the room, pieces of conversation slowly filling the air wondering how in fact CW was surviving wearing that fabric without the gifts of Winter to aid him. The next thing was relief as he saw Sera speaking with a new member of the Freehold it seemed. But, no Rhodes it seemed. He'd remembered the entrance from last year, and then the anxiety unwound a little as he hadn't been terribly late. It seemed he'd beat his court mates here was well, surprised he'd even beat Cassandra through the door. He just shifted off to the side, standing there giving everyone a polite, friendly smile as he listened for a second to figure out what bit of business he needed to attend to first.

[Liam Gelt]

Liam turns as more Lost enter, though not all of them are the ones he'd expect to be here so soon. Anatole is greeted by a wide smile and an equally booming voice. "Anatole! Good to see you, friend." He's about to ask if Anatole is feeling okay...he looks worn out...when it looks like Anatole is drawn to an unfamiliar face. Liam self consciously puts a hand over his mouth, wondering if he'd accidentally spooked the new...Wizened? He could feel the pulse of the Wyrdstone coming from her, but she almost seemed to shrink into the background like a wallflower. Careful Liam, don't spook the new girl.

Liam gives Sera a friendly wave as she enters. "Thanks Sera!" That was high praise coming from the shimmering Fairest. Circe spooks him just a little as the heat of her Mantle flashes, but he relaxes. Ever since the trip into the Funderland tunnels, he's begun to feel a lot more comfortable around the Summer Queen. "Circe! How's it going?" He offers a friendly fist-bump.

"Job's going well, Colonel." Liam's honored that Worm remembered his new job. "We've got a nice talent pool lined up for the fall season. And It's been nice getting to know the people there." Seeing others address Ashley at a distance helps the Giant discern it's okay for him to do so, so he offers a wave from a distance. "Hi Ashley, I'm Liam. Welcome to Sacramento!" He gives her a friendly smile. It's good to see new faces here. New friends with a place to call home. "Knowing Circe, it's probably more fireworks up her sleeve." He nudges Worm, remembering the grandiose display she'd arranged for Rhodes and Sera's wedding a while back. Sonnie's grandiose entrances prompts a chuckle from the Giant. "Well, I guess the party's officially started! Nice costume Sonnie."

He sees Roshon and Rlyeh take their seats at the table and feels his own stomach rumble with anticipation. "Well, you heard the Dwarf: time to dig in!"

Continued in Friends At the Table...

Side Thread sounds like fun! I'll set it up

[Cassandra Reeding]

Cassandra quickly makes her way into the Autumn hollow. She feels a complete wreck even though she looks as put together as she does. It is a Coronation, which means, as a Winter, one dresses up. She's adjusting the sleeves of her white and yellow, floral embroidered gown when she walks in. It takes her a moment before she finally begins to take in the atmosphere. It's off-putting in a rather glorious way, isn't it?


As she finally gets her bearings, she takes a good look around at everyone milling about, finding people to talk to. Sera's gown is the first place her eyes are drawn to, of course. It isn't overly complex, but given it is Sera it looks fashionable as all heck. Sonnie is in a onesie... typical. That new one, R'lyeh is wearing some kind of casual looking attire, though maybe that's just normal for them come coronation time. She looked similar for the Summer coronation, didn't she? Circe is in some gorgeous, yet terrifying hedgespun armor that is near impossible not to look at. Very Summer for Autumn. CW is in that track suit that she has no idea how he is surviving in. There are a few others there that don't really catch her attention too much, well, aside from the person she remembers throwing joints at the last coronation being in a nice suit, but she recognizes they are there.


She puts on a smile and shoves back any anxieties clouding her mind, "Hello," she says in general to the crowd, feeling awkward that she might be late. Walking over to stand next to John, she asks him, "Gerrit's not here yet?"

[Seraphina]

With a smile, warm and friendly, “Just Sera is fine.” It wasn’t her Season. “Well, welcome to Sacramento! Have you been settling in well? No problems?” always good to check. Though she was sure Rhodes had the new Autumn taken care of, she couldn’t help but ask. A translucent hand accepts Ashley’s hand, given it a firm shake, “Pleased to meet you.”

The white suit the grand looking Roshon wore caught her eye and she offers a wave. It was nice to have her back in the Freehold, and she hoped it would be a longer stay this time.

“That’s wonderful to hear Anatole! And please, just Sera is ok.” the smile warm, “Oh, I can’t complain, work and the Freehold keep me busy, which is always a good thing.” Were others just going to always refer to her as Queen? Cause it felt weird with it not being Spring.

Then came Sonnie…it a onesie? “Hey Sonnie! What a fun onesie! Love it!” and it looked super comfy!

Smiling to R’lyeh, “Thank you R’lyeh! And please, just Sera is ok.” Maybe she needed a sign? Or maybe others would just rather use her title? She wasn’t sure. “Hope you’ve been well.” And her t-shirt looked comfy too! Maybe some Coronation she would go for comfort over fashion.

A smirk to Worm, “Is it now? Might have to give it a try sometime, have to let me know where to shop for it.” It would look good on her. Then a shrug, “The Dread Lord arrives when he feels is best.” And he liked to make an entrance. It was his Season, he was allowed. “But I’m sure he will love it!”

Laughing as Circe spoke, “Surely we can both be fashionable. Just different styles of fashion. But you look amazing.” She assures her, then shakes her head, “Oh no, guns are all you. I’d probably shot myself.” She jokes. But knows it was true.

She spots John enter, and step off to the side. So a smile and wave were offered to him.

Nodding as Liam spoke of his new job, “And from I’ve heard, they all love his him and his skills.” Praising the giant.

It was hard to miss the radiant Cassandra as she enters, and Sera smiles, “Hi Cassandra. What a stunning dress!” she gushed. “Hope you’ve been well.” Since singing with the Winter, Sera found herself enjoying her company more and more.