(2110) Eternal Seasons

[Sonnie Wu]

"Hi Treebeard!" Sonja waved happily at Liam as the wooden Ogre arrived just after she did.

An innocent smile was given to Anatole, as if she had no idea what he meant. As if.

In any case, she forged ahead with the dwarf's question. "My feet brought me here! Went to the movies. Now I'm here. Walking is neat!"

The Beast blinked as Gerrit and Ryleh maneuvered away from the original grouping. "Okie dokie." Then she shrugged. It was fine. Some people didn't handle crowds well. She looked back to Anatole, "And what brought you here?"

[Circe]

Circe arrived quite late, notably her current suit more unkempt then usual. She was rocking massive tear removing the lower half of her right sleeve, plus a few tears on the right chest. Blue skin visible through the former, dress shirt through the latter.


And her shoes? They looked a little more red added to their black.


But she wasn't going to let some business problems that stop her from attending. The Summer Larcenist storms in, heading towards the BAMF dwarf, treeman, and bouncy monkey upon spotting them. "Ciao da amici, rimarrò un po 'e ascolterò," she loudly greets as she walks up to the group. Not going to the carousel.


Mostly because Sonja might ask her to hot wire it.


"So I was driving by after profit and fun, decided ta park here ta land," she waves her arms wide, "Sounds fitting, right? Waz up?"

[Anatole]

"Very good."

Teeth flash in his beard as Gerrit and Rlyeh create some space. An eyebrow raises and then sinks; the dwarf inclines his head briefly, more for the Ogre's benefit. His attention snapped back to Sonnie Wu.

"Feet? Movies? Ah - what did you see? As for me? Well... Someone has to keep watch in case we gather as a company. It would be terribly lonely out here, alone, at night. And its the best way to connect, after all..."

He was clearly building toward a theme here but the words died on his lips as the Crimson Sovereign made her loud appearance. A line forms across his effusive curls; a frown forms a curly knot on his forehead; he stares Circe up and down.

"Business and pleasure, then."

The wizened grunted.

"We are just gathering for an evening. Gerrit has moved over there to enjoy some solitude with Rlyeh, I am assuming. Sonnie was discussing... movies?"

[Liam Gelt]

Liam watches Gerrit and R'lyeh split off from the group. The Spring in him feels a bit sad, but maybe the two of them just preferred smaller conversations? I'll have to keep that in mind for the future. He'd like to get to know the two Lost better, but he'd wait for it to be on their terms. "We'll be here." Liam gives a friendly smile to Gerrit in particular.

"Movies? Nice! What did you go see? I haven't been out to the movies in a while." Maybe one of the Hollows could host a movie night? Something to think about...

Circe's appearance startles Liam and he moves in a bit closer to her. "Oh my gosh! Are you okay Circe?" Is that blood on her shoes? "What's the other guy look like?" He trusted the Summer Queen could handle herself in a one-on-one, but he didn't like the idea of someone picking fights out of the blue.

Hoping not to offend Circe too much with his attention, he gestures down to his pet carrier. "Oh! Sorry, got distracted. I've been taking Templeton out on a walk. Sonnie's been giving me lessons on chatting to rodents." He gestures to Sonnie with a grateful nod. "It's been kind of hit-or-miss, but I'm still learning. And he's a charming little animal." The rat in the carrier sniffs the air and seems to retreat from Circe's scent.

[Sonnie Wu]

"Oh, one of those Marvel movies," she answered Liam. Sonnie might have elaborated, but Circe suddenly showed up looking like a character straight out of an action movie. She blinked, surprised.

"Is this a new style you're trying out," she asked of the blue elf, "or is this something we probably want plausible deniability for?" Circe did have fingers in some... unsavory business. The Beast usually didn't pry, figuring it was wiser not to know too much, despite how much it itched her curiosity.

[Circe]

"Ha!" She laughs as Anatole says that to her, "Always good ta mix the two Anatole," Circe gives a thumbs up.


So the Winter were being ninja? Makes sense. And movies? Liam's outburst gets her attention. "Huh?" It takes her a moment to get what he means. "Oh, this?" she motions to her damaged attire. "I'm good. It is the I'm protective of pets fashion," she winks at Sonja Wu, "Ya don't want ta know the full details. Suffice ta say, some asshole shouldn't have been hitting a puppy. Said asshole lost teeth."


And said puppy happened to be pet to the asshole's boss's boss too. Lucky for Circe.

Wait? Liam had the rat with him? Circe's ears fold up and down as she looks over Liam in confusion. "Where," when she heard Templeton and walk she though like a dog. The Larcenist then notices the carrying case, "Oh, there her is. Give him a bowtie, get him on a harness, and cuteness bait." The blueberry elf turns to Sonnie, "I personally think Fugly is cuter. Of course, a Fugly hasn't bitten me, so I'm biased."


"Just the Marvel movies? The newer ones right? Not the 70s trash ones? I prefer Robert Downey Jr. series." Circe had recalled seeing the latter as some of her least fun memories from before Arcadia. Newer was better in this case.

[Anatole]

A wry smirk crawled up one side of Anatole's face.

"We live in a world of plausible deniability."

Turning more to Circe with his eyebrows rising.

"You mean there are... other... movies? Not that I know. They all tend to blur into one for me. They are... cute... don't you think?"

[Liam Gelt]

Liam breathes a sigh of relief. "I'm just glad you're alright. Anybody who picks a fight with you has to have had it coming." Circe was tough, that much at least he could rest in.

"Oh yeah! I've heard of those. Iron Man, Captain America, those guys." He shrugs. "I've been more of a DC fan myself. Call me crazy, but I've always wanted to fly like Superman or transform like Martian Manhunter." That, and his five years in Arcadia had cut into his enjoyment of most films, let alone the vast string of Marvel films.

Liam smiles, glad that Circe wasn't too sore over Templeton's aggressive introduction to the Lost of Sacramento. "I'll have to ask him if he'd like an outfit. Maybe he's a classy rat?" ​He did know that one Disney movie with a rat chef. Maybe Templeton would be the kind of critter who liked dressing up?

[Veronica Shaw]

Finding her way to the Funderland was easy. Finding her way to the actual destination of the night - that was the challenge. The closed off park was dark and suitably creepy, all ready made set for some B-rate horror movie, making Veronica look over her shoulder every other step, her Mantle ticking up in strength at her nervousness, the flames burning bright striving to light up the darkness.

One thing good came out of the quiet - it made hearing the voices that much easier, a much needed beacon to guide the Beast to the assembly of the other Lost. One voice in particular was familiar.

"Circe, hi," she called from a good distance away. It was never a good idea to be the stranger to come up on other of their kind without an invitation and hopefully showing that she knew somebody here would do the trick and save everybody some worry.

As Veronica drew closer, she could make out the details of the people in attendance. Some were harder to miss than other; like the towering Ogre with a bark-like skin. Circe's blues were familiar, and another Beast near her was much more interesting in the moment, Veronica's ears perking up at the sight of her, the fiery tail swishing side to side in both greeting and caution. A much older gentleman seemed to almost blend into the shadows around him, hard to notice and harder to look away from, his scarred skin making Veronica wince internally in sympathy.

"Seems like I'm in the right place," she finally called, hands straightening the hem of her miniskirt as she glanced at Circe for confirmation.

[Saber Sloth]

7 days left!

Circe will have to speed run Veronica Shaw 's swearing into the Wyrdstone!