(2206) Summer Coronation

[Circe]

Circe actually recognizes Sonja's outfit. She should keep an eye out for giant chickens shouting Wark. It makes her smile a little as it is amusing.


At a certain question, she spins and sends her tassels everywhere. Circe's focus? It is upon Rhodes. "Rhodes ta bring up rules? Yeah! We need some stinking rules!" She answers Rhodes. Then brings her fingers to her lips to whistle. Loudly.


"OKAY! Rules for rapidly ruling the ring ta route rasslin' rapsacallions," she claps her hands. "Rule 1, no weapons. Rule 2, no Contracts. Rule 3, no kills. Rule 4, TRY not ta cripple more than the goblin fruit will heal," Circe has her right hand in the air as she raises a finger whilst counting off. To her knowledge, the fruit could fix severe bullet wounds and reattached severed fingers held to the stump whilst eating.


"Rule 5. 3 count when yer pinned or out of ring, ya lose," she drops her hand, "Don't bitch about. Forfeit by shouting or triple tapping on the mat. Bonus Summer rules! Numba 6! Trash talk for bonus points! Seven, audience participation! Throwing fruit in is fine, but not healing fruit nor chairs." There was a distinct lack of chairs in the Hollow. "And no poop throwing." Then looks to Sonja, "No offense against what ya turn inta sometimes, it is hilaaarious. But the cleaning bleach between fights would leave everybody light headed and make the fights boring."


Then back to the crowd, "Save fer those? I got nothing! So, ahem. Me me me me," Circe then makes a horrid throat noise and coughs, blue fist thumps her chest. Blue lips part in a smile as she drops down to one knee, pulling out a white board with lanyards attached to a marker. One nom de wrestle is written on it at present. She puts it on the side of the ring behind her and gets impersonating: "Sisters and brothers of battle! Who shall rassle?! The Macho Woman, I shall risk my hat in the ring. Who else here, with glory so near, shall shout out there title just as clear?!"

How much stuff did she have hidden under the ring?

Sorry Saber Sloth. I rushed posting too much.

[Seraphina]

The Nix watches and then applauds as Circe fueled the Wyrdstone!

It was Summer! Time for her crown to fade and relaxation to commence!

Hearing the pun, she laughs, because the elf was also the queen of puns.

Wait a second! Did Sonnie just do an outfit change?!

Sapphires widen as she claps her hand in excitement, “Damn Sonnie! A change of outfit and looking damn good!” she declares, now kinda wanting an outfit change too. Kind of upset she didn’t think of that. But her best friend did, so she’d be happy for her.

At the question posed by the Beast, Sera felt herself laugh. Because of course, it could be taken multiple ways, and her mind went right to the gutter on that one.

Leave it to Rhodes to ask what the rules were. But she got it, there should be rules with this type of thing.

But the whistle from Circe caught her attention and her eyes shift to her. As the rules were laid out, most were expected. She knew from past experience that allowing Contracts could make things go south very quickly. A translucent hand absently touched that side, though healed for years, the memory was still fresh. And while she was tempted to remind Circe that she could heal if someone truly needed it, this wasn’t her party and it wasn’t her Season. She would not interrupt the Summer Monarch.

Then came what she guessed was the signup, from a horde(?) under the ring? The Nix remains quiet, curious who would want to get into the ring. Knowing full well if she did, she would get her ass kicked easily.

[Saber Sloth]

Posting a little more is okay with me! just remember the posting rules

Posting Rate in Narrative
Please do not get more than 2 posts 'ahead' of the slowest poster in a Scene. **This '1 ahead' allowance should be the exception and not the rule** -- it should only be used to facilitate things like breaking off scenes or to keep things moving if, say, a character whose turn it isn't has been asked a direct question that everyone else is waiting for the answer on. This should never be done 'just because' or out of impatience or to gain some advantage. Be polite. Be considerate. Wait your turn.
If a player whose turn it is to post has taken more than 48 hours to respond, the other players/characters are free to move on, without IC consequences/repercussions. If someone does not reply for more than 96 hours after their last 'at bat', you may proceed as though they had left.

And I want to make sure the wrestling bouts are in their own separate thread! Those wrestling will have their own combat thread and people watching can react in the main thread! Just to help keep things moving along!

and since I'm posting posting rules here's the same for combat too!

Posting Rate in Combat
If the ST informs you that for combat the 48 hour rule will be exchanged by "Combat Posting," Please be aware of the following:

You must post within 24 hours of the turn before your own or be considered to have Held your action.
Held = Dropped from initiative to return with missing actions
Delayed = Initiative lowers to whatever the player decides or when they remember to post within the same turn

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie looked offended when she was told No Poop Throwing. Well, she tried to look offended, anyway. "Just take all the fun out of this, why don't you?" she said snarkily.

An amused look was given to Seraphina, "Hey, I gotta work hard to keep up with you Fairest." There was a laugh as she spun around to show off her cosplay.

Back to Circe, the Beast clapped her hands and shouted, "Sonnie Wu, the Monkey Girl, will challenge the Macho Woman! I'm a rising star in All Hedge Pro Wrestling, and I want a shot at the championship!" She flexed and posed dramatically as she made her bold statement of intent! "Bring it on!"

[Circe]

"Ah ha! Simians that courage, worthy of praise, even if with defeat will be all in your gaze!" Yes, Circe wasn't that thrilled for the lack of enthusiasm. Or the fact that the resident martial arts master was the only volunteer.


But if the others were going to be cowards, then maybe Sonja would get a full light mail outfit as a screw you to the rest. After all, there were 3 prizes and Circe had plenty of armors to her name. Like a half dozen different armored outfits really.


"Rhodes! Yer attentative, watch us both fer rule breaking, ya can play announcer if ya want or find somebody ta do it. Talia ! You can ring the bell. If we ain't done in 15 minutes, ring it." There was still a chance others would want a match. And there was a bell on the side of the ring, with a ballpeen hammer connected to it via lanyard.


Continues in First bout

[Liam Gelt]

"Talia!" Liam snaps back to his friendly self, fire-fear forgotten as he puts a name to the flames. "Well, nice to meet you, Talia." ​He waves from a distance, still not wanting to overwhelm his fellow Lost. Or perhaps not to catch any spare embers.

Circe announces the rules of the challenge and Liam tugs at his jumpsuit straps. His Ogreish side was definitely at the front of his brain, wanting to test his strength alongside the other Freeholders...

All in good fun, of course.

Anatole seems interested in gathering some like-minded Lost to chat, and Liam almost joins them. But then Sonnie and Circe get into the ring and Liam just can't deny bellowing a roar/cheer that echoes around the arena. "GO SONNIE! GIVE HER THE KONG-TWO PUNCH!!!" ​The Giant is engrossed in the combat spectacle.

[Seraphina]

And they had their first match of the night!

While one would think it best to cheer for the current Monarch, Sera wasn’t and didn’t care. She was cheering for Sonnie, her best friend and the best damn Claviger!

Walking closer to the ring, to do the whole manager thing. Like, cheer for your girl and work the crowd up. “Go Sonnie!” she cheers, arms above her head, “You got this!” and the temptation was there to push a little luck in Sonnie’s direction, but she knew the Beast didn’t need it.

[Saber Sloth]

4 Days Left!!!!

We might only get through the first bout

[Saber Sloth]

2 DAYS LEFT!

[Rlyeh]

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

fleeing moving towards the pinball and the Wyrdstone, R'lyeh swallow, mouth dry and today was just. A Lot. And, with eyes on the bout and probably-hopefully-please no on her, she moves towards the living stone and presses her Glamour into it. Binding-swearing bringing her home.

Belonging-trust-safety.