(2306) Summer Coronation

[Jasper]

Jasper gave a wave over to Sonnie, flashing her a toothy grin. It might seem a bit vicious with all the sharp canine teeth but the curl of his lips shows no harmful intent with it, just general good feeling towards the fellow Beast.

Jasper listens to Circe's words and smirks, nodding to her. "I never would have guessed you would do anything like that, Circe," he says with a bit of teasing grin. When the music starts, his snout starts to bob a bit to the beat and grins. "Good. Glad I didn't miss much then..." he glances towards the Wyrdstone and takes a few steps towards it before laying his hand on it. There's that familiar rush of power as he feeds it a measure of his glamour but there's something different about it too.. The air about him almost seems to grow with that activity as well. It's barely noticeable but there's a vaguely floral scent about the Beast now, vaguely of honeysuckle.

That done, he rubs his hand across his jeans in unconscious gesture, feeling a bit of that tingle still in his palm. He spares a grin and a happy wave towards Seraphina before he makes a beeline towards the food. His nose has been twitching at it since he walked into the area, but formalities and what not.. Now to fill that gaping hole he calls a belly.

[Sonnie Wu]

"Yeah! Shenanigans!" she nodded enthusiastically towards Seraphina, "We can show everyone! We'll... um..." she paused, twirling a fork in her fingers as she thought. "We can do... something?"

Finally, Sonnie shrugged helplessly. "Okay, I got no ideas. The mac and cheese is demanding my attention. Sorry."

A look at Queen Circe, "Wait, are we having a fireworks show?"

Suddenly, ideas for shenanigans were coming to her.

Uh oh.

[Seraphina]

She heard the new Summer taunting Anatole, and she had to roll her eyes. This kid didn’t know what the burnt dwarf had gone through, that he had almost died to defend the Freehold.

But it wasn’t her place, he wasn’t of her Court. She knew the warrior that Anatole was, he had her respect and she would save his life again in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

An eyebrow goes up in amusement at Circe’s outburst, “Yes, there is no denying you are the go-to if things need to die or blowup.” She would never doubt that. “But Queen Circe there is a difference between a Summers shenanigans and a Springs. Both are fun and exhilarating, but are unique to each Court.” Facts were facts.

[Rlyeh]

She calls out a greeting back to Kane-knight a wide grin lighting up her miasma-and-dishwater complexation. But Circe-queen calls out Blessed Knight R'Lyeh and the Drowned Fox kinda...stalls. It take a while for her thought to become something coherent.

Was that a promotion? was she a knight? a knight-knight? or was it a pun? Did it even mean anything?

When she surfaces from her spiraling thoughts, it turns out that time has passed and she's been regaled back to the background, which. fair.

"Endurance!" she squeaks out, after far too long silent. That was the reason for the dancing, and not because it was something she's good at. Or maybe it's only something she used to be good at. Maybe she's just trying to re-find her muscle memory of something she hadn't done much of in her pulled-apart-and-reformed-body.

She blinks around at everyone. Realizing they weren't speaking about dancing anymore. oh. Her ears droop along with her tails, as blood rushes to her face, colouring miasma-and-dishwater awkwardly and with obviously blotchy patches.

[Vincent Black]

Vincent sat down with his plate and began to eat, "I would rather do my fighting out in the field. I would not want to hurt anyone any ways, sometimes the rise of adrenaline gets a hold of me." He says to Circe.

Vincent shakes his head at Circe mention of explosions, he knew she was wild but it makes sense that the woman with the big guns loved the big booms as well. "Why does that not surprise me Circe, you do seem like the one that would prefer dynamite over fireworks."

[Circe]

"Teeechnically gunpowder is firewroks," she tells Vincent, "And sky flowers make great distractions. Or cover up fer gunfire. But as fer tonight, hmmm," Sonja is looked at as she takes on a considering tone. "I hadn't planned it. Sound replication possible, but richochettes can be a bitch in metal buildings like this."


Circe's tone implied she was taking it seriously, though she was not. The Summer Queen was a gun nun, but she knew gun safety too. And liked to joke. Speaking of which she looks to Seraphina, "I could totally use the joke pun about the difference, something like that machinegun vs submachingun jest, but nah! Too much work."


Circe finishes her plate and isn't able to refill. She drops at at R'Lyeh's sudden shout, hand going to something hidden on her person. Then realized what R'Lyeh had shouted, causing her to smile and cheer. "Yes my brilliant, nimble Summer!" She praises R'Lyeh, "Endurance is important in battle or when it is ill advised. Cause if ya can't fight, run and then come back later fer another go later! Wisdom my friend!"


Circe goes full Italian as she strats gesticulating widely with her hands as she talks. "So, on this I will prattle, both contests prepare ya fer battle! Fer such things are as complex as onion's stratal, so ya can overcome yer foes like their stupid cattle," then after a moment she makes an X with her hands, "This is not advise ta treat yer enemies like cattle that ya can cook and eat after. Unless they are that. And if ya lose ta that, I want video or at least pics fer laughs, um, proof."

[Saber Sloth]

Hye folks, we only got 3 days left! Then we can get into Status! So it'll probably be a good idea to wind down now

[Kane Harlow]

Kane was once again a bit disappointed. No one was doing the mock fight, which pretty much blew a hole in the Feast of Strength he was planning. It looked like that was going to have to wait for another summer when more willing combatants were about.

"Fair enough." The Manikin forced a smile on his porcelain face as he walked with the dwarf to the food table. "Let's grab a quick to go plate shall we?"

And with that Kane assembles his plate.

[Anatole]

Anatole did not need to be asked twice! While Kane spoke, the burned dwarf was piling up a plate. Feeding both his eyes and his stomach, the Paladin of Shadows completely missed any of the disappointment the Mannikin expressed. His gaze is drawn from his plate only once: when Circe loudly interjects, hands flailing and plate dropping; his head jerks up and an eyebrow raises. For a moment, he is left contemplating just how different the Crimson Sovereign is from her newest Courtier: whereas she is loud and exotic, he is controlled and commanding. Circe's braggadacio fills the space just like her powerful mantle - Kane's confidence is like that of an artificial industrial flame: narrowed to a devastating point.

Anatole grunts.

[Saber Sloth]

People might not have gotten smashed, booze wise or in the ring, there was still time. Summer had only just begun...

Zero days remaining and it's been a few days since anyone's posted. I'm closing the Scene.

Can someone get Statuses up?