(Those Cast Aside) Electric Boogaloo

[Circe]

Circe's expression of a scowl suddenly goes to a look of shock. Her jaw lowering as she recall something that their Freehold has and one similar thing about Anne.


"Fammi scopare di lato. Fanculo il cazzo che ha scopato il cazzo cazzo. Cazzo di merda che può andare a succhiare le acque reflue, quella sporcizia potrebbe avere una pietra super strana," Circe just lets it all out in rapid fire.


After a pause she explains, "That wretch Anne never suffered from a broken Pledge. Total hacks. And not just when somebody else broke it. When she broke it, she didn't get shit done ta her. She might have something that lets her do that," then a spark goes through her crimson irises, "And if it is gone, maybe karma will catch her hard. I hope Raiders Nazi death style."

Ret 2 Go!

[Cassandra Reeding]

Cassandra gives a lightly thankful smile to Circe. The Winter can't help but feel on edge now, worries of what Titania will do in the meeting starting to flood her senses. Things were already stressful enough without her attitude. When had things gotten like this?


What Circe has to say is alarming, to say the least. She keeps it in mind, nodding in response.


Silently, Cassandra makes her way inside of the meeting room, putting on her mask. Time to pretend; time to act just as every good winter knows how to act when the time calls. She puts on the light smile, her Polychromatic colors shifting in pastel hues. Everything will be fine, she tells herself.


"Hello Buttercup, hello Oliver." Her voice is calm, friendly as it always is she looks around the room, trying to decide whether to sit or stand. If Oliver and Buttercup are both seated, she will take a seat as well.

[Titania]

Circe's Eureka moment probably fueled a realization of her own, could Anne have a decoy or perhaps have found a way to weaponize broken pledges?
She's still haunted by the memory of the video of the clone factory.
Either way, that train of thought is derailed by more compelling circumstances.
First thing first, they were pretty injured last time she saw them, hopefully their wounds have healed nicely.

Should I roll wits + med?

[Gerrit]

So there was one more bomb before they went in there: Queen Ann had a way to get around Sanctions in Pledges. That was worrisome.. but probably didn't change much about what they needed and wanted to do here. Because her breaking Pledges more likely meant that there were some hurt feelings left behind. They could work with that.

He followed the others inside, opting to stand near the door again. "Hello Oliver, hello Buttercup. How are you?" Cassandra had the right idea: they were in Sacramento for quite a while, showing them some decency was the bare minimum they could do for them.

[Saber Sloth]

They enter the meeting room. It's like a still of the last time they'd done this. In borrowed clothes, sitting on the other side of the table, "Hello, yes? Who's Buttercup?" "Me. Dumbass." Buttercup glares from where she's stilling, plastic coated hands balled up, propping up her chin. Oliver frowns, shaking his head. Piggy ears flopping, "And...and who are you?" hesitant, "And how do you know my name? Where am - are we?" a far cry from the sobbing mess he'd been the last time they'd spoken, but like last time, it was like everything about Oliver had been reset.

You can roll Wits+Medicine Titania it'll be a cursory/visual inspection unless you want to get close enough to do a full checkup

[Circe]

"Salutations Oliver and Buttercup," Circe has on her best PR smile, "I, uuuh," yeah Oliver's words throw her for a loop. The smile stays but her ears droop down completely. Anne was probably responsible for this. Took away the poor guy's memory whilst she got away with it. Circe was going to seriously look into getting a rocket launcher, just to overkill the bitch. She sends a confused look to Gerrit.


Then Circe' ears pop back up as she coughs and smiles, "Okay Olvier. I'm Circe," she gestures to herself with both hands, "I know yer name cause they told me," she points with her left hand at Cassandra and right at Gerrit, "They probably helped ya in the past. Yer at a meeting room in an office building. I am offering ya coffee." Circe waves with both hands in presentation to the Keurig. "Options ta customize with milk, cream, sugar, fake sugar, honey, and cocoa powder." After a moment of pause she offers one more thing to Oliver, "If ya want, I can go and find ya some pens and a notebook if ya want ta take notes Oliver."


Then looks to Buttercup, "Hope you are well, Buttercup. Would ya like coffee Buttercup? I can customize it ta the best of my ability."

[Titania]

It could be that the exchange with those two had unsettled her. But from a distance, she can't exactly tell whether their guests have recovered or not.
Perhaps a closer inspection is warranted, but for now, she doesn't want to stress them too much, opting, rather, to speak with them a bit more in order to build some trust.
"And tea, tea too. I'm Titania, and this is our humble abode", she moves closer. "Do you feel better?"

failure

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2022-02-08 15:48:20	Titania rolls 8 to Wits + Med (10 Again)	6, 3, 3, 4, 1, 3, 7, 1	failure

[Cassandra Reeding]

Cassandra puts on a sweeter smile for Oliver, trying to keep a calm demeanor for his sake. "I'm Cassandra. We met a little while ago in the Hedge. We can go into it more after we get some tea or coffee in you, if you'd like." Pleasantries first, serve them some coffee and tea and go from there. She doesn't try to nudge his memory too hard. After all, it could trigger something early and they don't want that.


Manipulation or a sign of caring? ...Does it matter?


Her goal here is to be one of the mediating people, keeping things either calm or generally amicable on both ends. At the same time, she doesn't want to appear fake either.

Socialize - 2 Successes

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2022-02-08 20:39:09	Cassandra Reeding rolls 7 to Good impressions (Pres + Socialize +1 SL) (10 Again)	7, 9, 4, 8, 2, 6, 3	2 successes

She looks at Circe and the others before looking back at Oliver and Buttercup, waiting as to not take up the air with too much questioning to start.

[Gerrit]

What do you know? Circe actually showed some tact. And Titania - while still sounding somewhat uppity - seemed to try as well. That was good. "I'm Gerrit. As the others said, we've met in that Hollow." Looking at Buttercup. "And we've found you in.. a situation we've got you out of. I hope that we can start over and maybe find some common ground." He tried to push the annoyance from earlier aside, tried to sound extra amicable.

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2022-02-11 00:35:38	Gerrit rolls 6 to bring Buttercup back on their side? (Man 2 + Pers 1 + WP) (10 Again, WillPower)	1, 2, 10, 5, 4, 5, 2	1 success

Buttercup had almost been willing to help them last time, Gerrit was certain of that. He just hoped the Wizened wouldn't hold a grudge.

Now, Oliver was a completely different problem. Something had happened to him that made him forget over and over again. He suspected that none of them could deal with actual trauma well enough to properly talk Oliver out of it.. but maybe Cassandra knew how to make him forget his Sorrow for a while.
That required Oliver to be in Sorrow's grasp, instead of just being afraid or elsewise broken. Gerrit turned his attention towards the Pig to gauge the other Ogre's emotional state.

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2022-02-11 00:42:05	Gerrit rolls 5 to get a read on Oliver (Wits 3 + Empath 2) (10 Again)	10, 6, 6, 7, 2, 6	1 success

[Saber Sloth]

"Circe?" Buttercup eyes focus on the Summer, plastic coated fingers tapping her chin. "Summer. Blue. Elf. Guns? Correct?" Her head tilts, and she asks, "I thought. You're. Name. Was. Cana. Or. Was that. Just what. They called. You?" tap tap tap, plastic against plastic, "I would. Like a coffee. Please. Cocoa powder. Yes. Thank. You."

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2022-02-11 13:49:05	Buttercup rolls 5 to remembering (10 Again)	7, 4, 5, 4, 10, 6	1 success

"Oh, yes, tea please." Comes Oliver's more hesitant voice, to Gerrit he seems, confused, lost. But he hasn't fallen into a pit of despair, and hasn't yet gained any of the remembered anger that caused the Ogre to go back on the Pledge, throwing them out of his Hollow-House to face the bloodsucckle's hunger. "Feeling better...? Was I sick? Hurt? Is that why...I don't....remember meeting you..?"