(Those Cast Aside) Electric Boogaloo

[Saber Sloth]

Sep 2021

(Those Cast Aside) Tenure and Extension

Jan 2022

(Those Cast Aside) Electric Boogaloo

Apr 2022

(Those Cast Aside) Getting Air

The last conversation that Lost had within the bounds of this office room...did not go well. There were many questions unanswered and many more unasked.

Oliver and Buttercup were already waiting in the room, the former looking more put together then he had when he'd left the room last time. Though he keeps asking who the Freehold's Lost are. Buttercup, snorts and rolls her eyes whenever the Ogre tries to ask.

There is a closed door between the Lost and their...guests. There is time enough to regroup and set a game plan, or the Lost can open the door and begin right away.

Part 3 of Oliver and Buttercup! Cassandra has gone through the Journal and used Reflections on the IV poll here and if you want a moment to talk before joining Oliver and Buttercup, you can take it.

Vincent Titania Aeolus Gerrit Origins Circe Xadun Rhodes Shenanigans Cassandra Reeding

[Cassandra Reeding]

Cassandra has arrived a little early, a bit of anxiety brewing inside of her. She's read Oliver's journal and found a lot of it disconcerting. She was wrong about the library, which is fine. That's a good thing, in her opinion. If she'd been right, it would have lead to worse things. What's bugging her is the fact that Anne mentioned in April of 2017 that rude guests would be arriving at some point. They didn't appear at the hollow until 2021. So, what the hell does that mean? She can't think of how that would be possible for Anne to know unless she was just messing with Oliver, which is entirely possible. It drove him insane wondering every single day. It makes her wonder if he's always like that. But yes, disconcerting.


Disconcerting... on top of Anne having been just outside the wards of her motley's hollow recently. But that's a whole other story. That's even worse to her. She plans to tell the group about that tonight. Of course, John and Gerrit already know. It means Anne is sniffing around nearby. It also means Cassandra is probably one of the only ones to know fully what she looks like, unless someone else has seen her before. She doesn't know that anyone else has. Not that they've told her.


The Fairest waits outside the room for the others. She'd never dream of just hopping in immediately. They need a plan this time and for everyone to be fully on the same page. While she waits, she holds onto Oliver's journal, her prismatic eyes gazing down at it, pondering meaning. She can't help but feel bad for the poor thing, him having had to relive the same questions and ponderings over and over again while he waited for them to arrive at the hollow just saddening. Well, tis the season for it.

[Gerrit]

Last time had been, frankly, a bust. Gerrit wondered if they were able to fix what Titania had broken with her careless words last time. He also wondered whether Buttercup had talked to Oliver, convinced him to also stay silent out of spite. If Oliver had already processed the reality of what had happened to him already, that is.

He arrived at the room only to see Cassandra. Her swirling colors made it difficult to tell, but considering what she had found Gerrit assumed she was nervous. "Hello Cassandra." He offered her a smile and ever so slightly raised the scar tissue that was in place of his eyebrows. "How are you?" He needed her to be focused, because she probably was the only one who could salvage any other missteps and fumbles along the way. More important: she was his friend and he didn't want her to worry too much about the situation with Queen Ann. They would get through this, together.

But that meant they had to get as much information as they could.

[Circe]

Circe is well dressed for this outing, and had hidden quite a few things beneath. Not so hidden as she headed for the office was a leather laptop case on her left shoulder. Nor is the contents of her hands hidden. She is pushing and office cart with a plethora of "vital office meeting supplies" on it.


A Keurig and all else needed to provide coffee, including a cooler bag of various creams.


Which makes the handle a pain to get in the combination, but Circe pulls it off, entering the office butt first as she drags in the cart. "Cass, Liam," she greets them with nods, "Ya want coffee? I plenty once its plugged in and the San Pellegrino gets poured inta it." Circe nods, "Are ya both ready fer this meeting?"

[Saber Sloth]

The door remains closed, the Lost still waiting Titania

I'll give Vincent another few days to enter, but feel free to post! And Let me know if you want to go on ahead without Titania and have her catch up if/when she gets here

[Titania]

She arrives, a bit to late perhaps, but bearing a smile and a light that would probably have everyone forget her sins.
Or perhaps she was in time and the others were early?
Anyway, despite her elegant outfit, she's carrying a rather large leather bag. Like a doctor's.
Hopefully this therapy session will be less violent than the peculiar brand of medicine they practiced on Frances.
"Hello", she bids cheerfully.

[Saber Sloth]

Okay! Everyone's here! You guys can take some time to get a game plan ready or just open the door and get started

[Gerrit]

Cassandra appeared to be lost in thought, but with what she had found out she couldn't be blamed.
Then Circe entered and while Gerrit usually thought well of her, her greeting made the scar tissue above his eyes turn to a frown. "Hello Circe. Let me just ask you a question before we start - do Liam and I look in any way similar to you?" One a gargantuan tree, the other a 'normal sized', beaten up sack of bruises and scabs. Did all Ogres look the same to her?

To round up the task force, Titania entered. One would think that you could get used to the radiant beauty of the Fairests, but the Telluric proved this theory wrong time and time again. That did nothing to make up for earlier blunders, though. "Titania."

He looked from one Lost to the other, irritation already beginning to creep in again. Cassandra would need to be his anchor today - he trusted her and knew that she had at least some respect for Oliver and.. Buttercup. When he spoke his voice was mostly even, but his eyes remained on his Motley-mate. "So how are we going to do this? I would like to stress that the Lost in that room deserve our respect and are not our enemies. If we get them to realize that and cooperate we could be a whole lot closer to dealing with Ann once and for all." He wanted to add 'so don't sympathize with their tormentor and the True Fae', but that should go without saying.

A wet smack as he cleared his throat and looked at Titania. "So don't sympathize with their tormentor and the True Fae this time." Back to Circe. "Do you have any questions or did someone else fill you in?" This day already felt like weeks.

[Circe]

"Oh ho ho ho ho! Well yer both sexy muscle boys, otherwise nay Gerrit," she smirks as she sips her coffee, "The situation is trololo." She felt like being annoying to make up for the charity. And to get it out of her system.


Circe's amusement is gone as Gerrit brings up the situation, "Well, that rude prank gets the bitch out of my system. They want Ann dead, then they have my full support and a good customer discount," she assures him, "I hate Ann enough ta bend over backwards ta ensure that [tip=rotten sack of slime]sacco marcio di melma[/tip[] gets offed. Same fer Them," Circe sends a confused look to Titania as Gerrit warns her not to sympathise with pure evil. Was Titania concussed in the last meeting?


She sits down near Gerrit as she looks at him, "I've dealt with customers wanting ta shoot each other in my presence and talked them down. I'm going inta retail mode. I shall restrain from offering the discounted weapons at the start of course. Anything ya want ta share Gerrit, I'll listen. Any other triggers ta stay away from? Oh! Descriptions of who is who would help."

[Cassandra Reeding]

Cassandra is lost in thought for a moment before she hears Gerrit ask Circe if he and Liam looked anything alike. It was a terse question, but at the same time, warranted. Circe had called Liam Gerrit enough times for slight concern. The Fairest purses her lips and opts to stay out of it, though she gives Gerrit a small look of apology nearly on Circe's behalf. She doesn't entirely know why she does it, but she does.


Titania enters and Gerrit gives a very terse mention of her name. It's hard to miss her even without her being practically announced. Last time was messy and a lot of it could have been avoided if Titania hadn't been so... well, careless with lack of empathy. Prisms of color swirl about her skin and eyes, her thoughts mostly masked by the distraction her complexion often causes. She wonders if today will be different.


Gerrit looks at her and she looks back, trying to read him. He is rightfully bothered at the moment, that she can guess. The words at least lead her that way, but she doesn't look too hard. She doesn't want to be invasive. He's been having a rough go the last... year? There is a degree to which she misses him as he was, but no form of being can last forever. Everyone must change. But where is his change taking him? That's the real question. No. Focus.


That focus is immediately pulled by his words directly to Titania and she almost loses her composure, mouth wanting to fall agape. He isn't wrong though. Still, bold.


"Oliver is an Ogre. An Autumn. He's been in his own version of hell guarding a library with nothing of importance in it, waiting for years for unruly guests to arrive. He went nearly insane waiting. 2017, by the way, is when she told him that. But on April 1st, which is where my brain wonders if she was just messing with him purposefully and coincidentally fulfilling it later. Buttercup is a Wizened who was used as a messaging machine for Anne. Buttercup is her current chosen name. She's got siblings, she called them, that are still with Anne.


If I had to say in terms of triggers I'd be careful of, let's just make sure Oliver doesn't feel gaslighted about his experiences. He's going to need to be treated carefully, but with dignity. He was alone for years waiting. He watched the decay of the Hollows around him. And being in the Hedge for that long..." Her hand grips onto her bag a little, memories of the diary entries flooding her mind. It causes a little shiver to run down her spine.