(2112) Winter Coronation

[Seraphina]

The Nix feels her own cheeks flush, “Thank you. But your beauty and charismatic presence truly brings the look together.” A warm smile offered. She knew her work was stunning, but it helps that the one wearing it was radiant as well.

Stepping over to Sonnie, as others began to break into groups, “Pockets are such a key selling point! The dresses I sell online always have pockets, and everyone raves about that simple fact.” It sounded like a simple thing, but sometimes it made the world of difference. "What is one thing you always have in your pockets?" she asks.

Smiling to Gerrit, “Will do! And I’ll make sure there is coffee, tea and something to munch on.” She was looking forward to it.

To Circe, “Just let me know when you want to try and I’ll be there! We can try a wide variety of looks!” already picturing a few in her mind.

A look of concern was given to Rhodes as he seemed jolted out of something. A memory? A hand was placed on his, a gentle, reassuring squeeze given. Letting him know she was there.

The kiss was accepted and returned as she watches him move off.

“You know you like it.” She teases back to Worm.

Looking back to Sonnie, “How’ve you been? Feels like forever since we last talked!” it really hadn’t, but she enjoyed her friend.

[Circe]

Praise was sent to John for his speech, "Good King John, ya rock the rhetoric. Heartwarming, truthful, and much more eloquent than Summer could often say," she holds up her hands, "Yeah, I can copy, erk, make up something given time but ya pulled it off better. I know my skills are in money, metal, and the application of either ta enemies," she gives him a salute and a smirk.


Then Circe turns upon Sonja Wu, "Hell yeah Sonny! Pockets are awesome," Circe reveals she has storage with her dress. By pulling out pistol clips. Two very different sized ones, so probably from different guns, "Totally useful ta pack, and ya can use a mousetrap on pick pockets. Great fer anything not fer swimming. But, I forgot ta ask ya something Sonja." Whilst twirling the smaller one, she pockets the smaller as the Larcenist suddenly sang out, "Hey, hey, little monkey. How are things swinging, as yer monkeying around?"


"Seriously, I think I've seen ya even less then Seraphina has," she points at Seraphina with the clip, "We used ta cause, uh, find so much trouble together," she pouts. "We should do something again. Shooting guns? Or parkour? Oh, do ya like crab? We could totally go giant crab fishing in the Hedge. With explosives!"

[James Turner]

The change had come just as much a surprise to the Winter Sovereign, who’d kept silent for long moments after the Wyrdstone wove it’s magic and bound the agreement once more. The speech was over and his stomach still kicked up noise as the rest of his body screamed at him for nicotine. A thin, film of cold sweat was wiped away from his brow. The blush returning once more at everyone’s kind words, he offered them a smile and a silent nod as he looked over at the Wyrdstone. He let out a sharp exhale and took the steps over to the box to unlock it. “Thank you everyone for your kind words. I’ll make sure to unlock the box now.” He said with a small smile as those black pits took in the room for a second the formalities were over for most of his Court but it was Winter’s night as so he had work to do.

Silent, shadowed steps as that lump kept building in his throat. Hands fumbling with the lock awkwardly for a long moment before box was opened and he managed to fish out a slip, took a second to read it, eyes narrowed and he looked around the room for a long moment. Part of it narrowed down his search dramatically and he had one suspect he could knock off the list rapidly with a question. Though the other part of it had him look up again as he swapped the note for his cell phone and sent one message.
Cassandra Reeding

Text to Cassandra

“Is the jackalope you?”

With one message sent it wouldn’t be much if the Winter King himself didn’t participate in the game and he’d been managing to catch up with Sonnie and the rest. “Hope I’m not interrupting and you’re all having a pleasant evening.” He looked to Circe, eyes narrowing in examination. “Are you my Jackalope thwarter now?” It was a question not backed up by confidence, more of a feeling.

[Saber Sloth]

Just wanted to put a big notice up! The Truth and Lie Box is open! Anyone that gave me their Truth and Lie, has received a Truth and Lie it's now time to find out which set belongs to which person!

[Anatole]

Anatole's reaction to his truth/secret note - reprinted here for convenience

Anatole moves to keep up with Cassandra as she collects her script. Anatole receives his without fanfare or any pretence of interest. He is too busy watching the Chromatic's reaction to her own script. An eyebrow shoots up at the speed by which Cassandra Reeding figures out her mystery person, and that causes the dwarf to finally look at his own note.

He frowns.

Looks over at Circe

Frowns some more and carefully folds his note before slipping it into a pocket.

He cranes his neck, looking around the function space.

Barks a bitter laugh.

Turns back to Cassandra.

"Well that made for interesting reading."

[Circe]

"Eh, no way mine wasn't obvious. Miniguns and all that," Circe shrugs away the game.

King John throws off Circe. Her left ear goes up as the right goes down. "Uuuuh, cosa, amico, non so cosa intendi?" Then shakes her head as she tries to regain her usual confident air. She was Circe after all. Charge ahead and be aggressively Summer socially!


"Ya should know by now I'm a gunbunny," wink, "Not a huntress or jackalope enthusiast. Unless, if this is inneundo? Then in that case King John, I'd be the opposite,.I can be a good wing woman." She points to her own chest with the thumb. Circe wasn't intending to cock block anyone tonight. She could make a joke out of that if need be, more easily if there was a lollypop around. She looks around the room to try and figure out who was the jackalope. "Wait, does this have ta do with the papers? I figured mine would'a been too easy."

ooc: player failed to submit the truth/lie correctly in a timely manner.

[Saber Sloth]

3 days left until close!

[Titania]

It was a quite interesting scene, and for a few moments, she regretted not having put her name in the game. She carouses by the tables, drinking a couple of shots.
A pleasant evening, if anything.

[Rlyeh]

R'lyeh wanders away from the box and the Dread Lord-King-Sera-Husband, and his confusion inducing Fear. She swallows, and pulls on her dress, because doesn't have her jeans and scratching is sharp.

Pulling away from the crowd, she frowns, brow furrowed as she watches them.

[Sonnie Wu]

"In my pockets?" the Beast asked of Sera. She thought a moment, then checked for herself, feeling around inside her dress pockets. "Hmmm... lint." Sonnie tossed a tiny wad of fabric fluff away and watched it float to the floor.

"Oh, he unlocked the box!" Curious and excited, she wandered over and reached inside, pulling out a slip of paper. Stepping aside, she examined the truth and lie randomly assigned to her by her own hand.

And she looked confused, "How am I supposed to make any of this sound casual?" Sonnie read it again, just to be certain she had the lines right, then stuffed the paper into her convenient pocket! She meandered her way back towards Sera and shrugged. Maybe she'd find an opening in conversation to do her spot of subterfuge.

Maybe.