(2206) Summer Coronation

[Rlyeh]

Eyes trying to spy the Wyrdstone - the Courtless-Stain the only one here who has to Swear-and Swear-again-and-again-and-again. Then to Gerrit-and-Anatole, moving to join them, but.

Rhodes-King-Husband-to-Sera-Queen calls for her. She can feel her fur trying valiantly to bristle under the muck-oil-slime, but she joins him all the same.

Continued in (2206) Autumn Talks 2: Electric Boogaloo...

[Circe]

"I hope we can slap into it later sister Sonja, yeah!" Circe very much got that reference. And gets the other reference about stepping, though it is not the newest version. Sera doesn't have the hat. Though attempt to mess with Liam? When she is badly lying to the boy, she waves to him and makes an X with her arms whilst shaking her head. Not that he'd need the help, Sonja's lie was weak, Sera was clearly distracting Sonja. Speaking of stepping, "If ya lose ta her lil' monkey, she just might! Also," she leans forward and gives a stage whisper, "In hindsight, I ain't sure that yer trick twerked out too effectively."


"Aaaaamen sister Talia," she cheers Talia, "Though ya got ta quickly ditch the gum after it loses flavor, post taste." Then she waves to Anatole to get his attention, "One of the strange may not be goblin fruit! Have fun figurin' it out, oh ho ho ho ho!"


"Wait, friend? Has solid, sweet Liam abandoned the safe path of the bachelor?" She is teasing, but inquisitive.


As for the question of the Wyrdstone from Rhodes, she laughs more, "Oh ho ho ho ho! With such a spread, oh lord of dread, I had to place it ta be creative, give myself," she is eyeing the ground. Then steps to the left. And stops on something with a click. "A pick me up, ta elevate it but I couldn't quite come up with a elevating pun, so it went sideways ta get ele-Vader-ed."


A unlit pinball machine rolls out from underneath the ring. The Wyrdstone is providing the angry red light to illuminate the table, the metal latices of the pinball machine altered to act as a cradle for the stone.


Over the top? Well, that was Circe. "I just had to draw it out from the dark side, using the force ta move it out, the mechanism was all about the base, no rebels." After a pause she starts walking around looking at the ground, "Dov'è il fottuto inferno? Cazzo di pezzo di, oh eccolo." She stomps on something else before looking up? "What? I know everyone wants ta be inside a ram-kangaroo but the only Mark Hamill themed machines I could find had Kevin Conroy too."


With another click, a second object came out. A display rack and it was nearest to the Springs. Amongst it content was a gaudy prize belt, a pair of light chainmail shirts, and one with sleeves.


"Prizzzzes? Che cazzo?!" She waves her arms at the belt, "It had a wolfpack on it earlier, why?!" Her Mantle blazes out, reaching the belt. Which shimmers and seems to alter in appearance, flickering between clowns and wolves. Seems Circe made a belt that alters by the owner without her knowing it. And she still doesn't know it.

[Saber Sloth]

Speaking of the Wyrdstone Circe Origins will need to Spend 1 Glamour to bind the Wyrdstone to the Freehold when you do that you can descibe the Summer Crown!

Anyone Courtless or who's not already Gotten Status 1 Freehold, will need to Swear/Spend 1 Glamour to the Wyrdstone after Circe dose!

[Seraphina]

Drink secured, she walked back towards Circe, eager to see how she got this party started.

Sapphires drift over to Rhodes and Rlyeh, part of her wanting to make sure the Courtless was ok. She knew how passionate her husband could be about his Court, and that could sometimes be off-putting. If Rlyeh needed a save, Sera would jump in. But it was comforting to hear and see how passionate he was.

Back to Circe.

With the comment about stepping, Sera poses one of her long legs, showing off not only the leg, but the boots and accessories as well. “I am to please.” She teases.

Seeing the Wyrdstone roll out on a…pinball machine…was both funny and calming. Seeing it in all its glory, knowing the sacrifices that had been made to get it, and the safety it gave them warmed her. Another Spring cycle ended, Summer ready to take up the reigns, part of her could relax now, enjoy the summer.

Eyes widen as she sees the prizes Circe has for the Coronation. Shiny! Not as shiny as she was of course, but still nice! “Now those are some eye catching prizes Queen Circe!”

[Rlyeh]

Continued from (2206) Autumn Talks 2: Electric Boogaloo...

Listless and drifting from her brief talk with Rhodes-King, R'lyeh blinks at the...everything around her and drifts over to Gerrit and Anatole.

Continued in (2206) Raiding the Goblin Fruit...

[Circe]

"Oh," Circe sees the belt fixes a little. "Okay, so," Circe thinks then realizes something about it. It is incomplete Hedgespun, so to speak. She gets it now. "A customizable belt! Good," she nods at the belt correcting before strutting over to the Wyrdstone, "Well brothers and sisters of this Freehold," she places her right hand upon the Wyrdstone and her left behind the machine, "It is a time. A time. A time of Summer, of might in your sight, to prepare you for great fright. Upon or foes we will be a great blight, as we will force the world to be right, and I'll make this Hollow bright!"


Glamour fuels and lights up the Wyrdstone, briefly it lights up the pinball machine housing it. Then this light is drowned out as the pinball machine lights up too, courtesy of batteries Circe's wiring work, and the switch flipped by her left hand. The machine was playing a midi file version of Pomp and Circumstance. It will change, eventually. Just like Circe's headwear.


Iron spikes grow around the Larcenist's forehead, with pricks of light glowing just above the eyes and nose. The lights are crimson above the eyes, golden and brightest above her nose. The Summer Crown has chosen its bearer once more in Sacramento.


"Also, I am rocking the oath taking. Fer the prize ain't the only things that shine," she gestures toward the lit-up machine. "And I am swearing myself ta protecting the Freehold with all my marksmanship and skill, ta never betray it knowingly and ta fight all comers. Be it with martial arms, mental skill, or poorly guided prawns. Not really gonna try that last one much. Those things are waaaaaaaaay to shellfish. Wouldn't even let me haul away a mega-crab corpse ta boil fer this party, just a claw," she scowls at that.


"Thanks sister Seraphina," she welcomes the compliment, "I considered rainbow colors using a prism, but turns only bad rainbows go to prism, oh ho ho ho! Fashion and function are the prizes for the victors!"


"Oh ho ho ho! Don't forget it ya have a nom de guerre fer the fighting, shout it out at the match, ya might get bonus points!"

Circe spends a Glamour to activate the Wyrdstone, and swears her oath to the Freehold once more at the same time. The prizes are all a tacky fashion statement Hedgespun, that MIGHT gain more power if you spend the XP for boosting it. The rest? Vanity chainmail, albeit a non-chaffing version made by Circe.

[Sonnie Wu]

Once the formalities of the coronation - crown, oaths, etc. - were out of the way, Sonnie quietly excused herself. She left the room for a few minutes.

Where did she go? What was she doing?

This was all answered when the Beast returned. Gone was the bikini (such a waste, really. There should have been a pool, as far as she was concerned), and in it's place was a set of wrestling gear. Sonnie was now dressed like Tifa Lockhart from Final Fantasy VII. White crop top, black leather miniskirt, the works. All functional for the ring!

Okay, the miniskirt's funtionality might be questionable, but the Steepscrambler has never been the modest sort. It was also possible she confused pro wrestling with cosplay. In any case, she looked good!

Grinning, she did a little shuffle and punched the air a few times. "Who's ready to get pounded?"

[Saber Sloth]

As the Iron Spear's Queen presses her Glamour into the Wyrdstone, the thrumming of the living stone changes, matching the beating drum living in the Crimson Queen's chest. As the heartbeat-wyrdbeat spreads, all those connected to the Freehold know without a doubt that this is home this is trust. No dark corners lingering in the Lost's hearts. You know, there is no one bound that could be Loyalist, or Privateer.

Remember to use Power Icons for Glamour spends!

[Talia]

The official parts were the most tense. They were at their weakest when the crown was handed over. Talia watched, standing guard ready to move at a moments notice. She had not been asked to, but to Talia it was her duty as a member of the Summer Court.

Alas another season she was not needed. Once it had passed over she relaxed and moved over to Antole.

[Rhodes]

Rhodes stolls back to the main affair. Always one to watch the Wyrdstone, he was keen to see how it reacted to all the monarchs in turn. Just as his research with Cassandra had show, the stone itself was mostly neutral - it was the purpose they gave it that mattered.

It was always a delight to see his wife show off her long legs. His mind drifted to plans for later in the night, when he could show Sera just how enticing her outfit was.

The leaves spun around the Dread Lord again as he watched the throw down from the Spring's Claviger. He was amused, certainly, but not enough to debase himself in a ring for others entertainment.

"Perhaps, Sonnie, you might want to hear the rules before you throw down the Gauntlet." Emerald eyes moved from the new summer, to Liam, to the elegantly-crowned Queen. "Assuming of course, that there are any. Lady Circe?" He inquired as to the Summer Queen.