(2506) Summer Solstice

[Saber Sloth]

High Striker

Summer's Seat

Within Funderland Amusement Park sit the seat of Summer. The High Striker normally arranged as a laser tag arena is now arranged in to designated areas for various games of skill, or chance. Another area with padded bats and a pile of something that could only be padded helmets and other assorted padded armour pieces, for the near obligatory show of Summer time martial prowess.

Across the room, there is a banquet table, ladened with food and drink. Adjacent from that, is a smaller table something covered with a metal cloche. The Wyrdstone, hidden but here.

For the Wyrdstone it needs Circe to spend 1 Glamour to Change the Seasons before the New Arrivals and Courtless can (re)swear in/spend the 1 Glamour to gain/keep Freehold Status 1.

Circe when you spend the Glamour please @me, so I can narrate what happens, and please describe your Crown!

[Circe]

Some sovereigns chose to let others await their unveiling. Hiding in shadows, ready to pounce to shock, and spread mirth by their arrival. Summer? Summer charges in is what it does! A stereotype, often derided by many, but not without reason. Circe is a patient Summer, willing to bide her time for a proper strike. But, still a Summer. She can certainly mix it up though.


Circe's crown would, at first glance, seem a simple metal circlet with a quintet of pointed crests, ordained with a red gemstone beneath each crest. This is wrong. The crests are the roaring visage of a helmeted changeling, the spot beneath where the gemstones rest? Shields. Between those shields are fields of spears. A symbol of Summer, the belligerent protectors of the Lost.


As for her own attire? Save that she is clearly wearing heeled boots, her outer layer makes a mystery of it. Hood down to show off the crown, or keep it out of the way maybe. Though she is clearly fidgeting with something.


The spotlights flickering on and off makes it clear that Circe is very literally in control of High Striker right now. Next? An audience be needed!

ooc: Thank you for posting Saber Sloth . I've been ill this entire week, so hadn't been thinking of this at all.

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[Kray]

Ducking into the high striker, careful not to catch his horn nubbins, the giant ogre arrives dressed for the occasion in one of his few suits, brown of course jacket and trousers over a red shirt, no pattern the options for the big and tall options were rather limited but polished black shoes and a hat of stitched autumnal leaves sporting sackcloth scarecrows sits on his head. A hat that comes off in one hand and his held to his broad barrel of a chest upon seeing the cloaked summer sovereign. His way of showing respect "Uh. Queen Circe, greetings." The formal part did need to happen after all.

With greetings complete he none to discreetly adds a cartoon of milk to the food table, the ogre clearly recalls the previous year, well a very specific part of it. "Uh. Am I misremembering or did you get a new crown?" Why did a band of fiery bullets come to mind?

[Svelte Sven]

There was something oddly nostalgic about Sven's entrance into the High Striker. Despite it not even being a full year, his return to the place where he has properly introduced himself to the Freehold evoked certain warm memories. Even if Winter was known for being aloof and distant, that didn't mean that its courtiers couldn't enjoy a moment of indulging in familiar feelings.

Sven was clad in his Hedgespun raiment, frozen waterfalls coating his torso as he strode into view, unconcerned with hiding his appearance. He favored Kray with a nod before turning to Circle and bowing deeply. "I am pleased to see you claim the Freehold's crown this day. I know our Courts are often at odds, but you have shown yourself a canny and worthy Sovereign, Queen Circe."

Sven kept his body inclined at 45 degrees, waiting a response from the hostess before moving.

[Mina]

Over the years, she had learned that each Monarch treated their Coronation different. Each expected different things and expected different things. Some wanted glitz and glamour, some didn’t.

Thus far, Sacramento had seemed laid back as far as Coronations were concerned. But she had only been to one, her our Courts.

This was Summer, this was Circe’s Season and the Elemental wanted to make a good impression and be respectful. There were a couple pant suits she looked at, having seen Circe wear some nice suits, it seemed like a good bet. Of course she had some dresses that would work, couldn’t go wrong with a dress. But would a dress be too dressy? Again, new Freehold and she didn’t quite know the vibe yet.

It was tough, and it was stressing her out. But at the end, the dress won out, in her mind, it was the safest bet. It was respectful, and a dress had always been the go-to in other Freeholds.

Walking into the High Striker, she wasn’t sure what to expect, but still had a small smile on her face seeing who was there. A hand touches her necklace, more for comfort then anything, it wasn’t active, but it was soothing to her.

Spotting Circe first, it was her Season after all, the Snowskin walks up, ballet flats making her quiet, she dips into a curtsy, “Queen Circe, hello!” the smile becoming warm and friendly. The broken doll was pretty sure she had done everything ok, her head tilting unnaturally as she thinks for a moment.

Turning, she looks to the giant, who towers over her, she offers him a nod, “Hi Kray.” A smile offered as well.

Finally, looking to Sven, “Hi Sven.”

[Circe]

Circe turns to greet the arrivals with a slight bow. "Well met King Kray," she eyes the little scarecrows on his new hat with amusement. If he was trying to be a scary Autumn, well it was kind of cute with the suit. "You do not misremember. I suspect," she reaches out a blue hand, adorned in a pair of little owl rings to tap the new crown. The beaks would probably scratch up a face when punching. "I suspect by recent partial disembowelment, plus my new interest in owls, may have altered my perspectives. And thus the crown."


Next to arrive is a man with waterfalls on his chest, though the icy visage did not make for a chilly greeting. "Thank you Sven. It is good to see you, though I've not had any personal issues with your court. Save the temp, but Summer fixes that for me," she gives him a wink.


The pale Spring Manikin arrives next in a nice contrasting dress and a pretty to attract the eyes. Nice ensemble for color coordination. "Hello Mina, terrific work on the coordination my friend!"


And three spot lights turn on as she is talking. Circe's smile freezes as her ears droop down, her face darkening. "Okay. I'm not waiting for everyone to show up, this thing," she pushes out on the cloak with both arms. Two spot lights go off, "Keeps catching the remote."


The last spotlight goes out as Circe doffs the cloak, revealing her attire.


Her dress sports the colors of Summer, but is covered by a vest of light scales that seems to shift constantly with each step. The opening in the front is matched by one in the back, though an extra clasp lets the old brooch of Summer be prominent. A feature she'd call that, for that symbol of the Iron Spear's status as protectors. Totally not because she had trouble making the scales meet together.


And all who are familiar with Circe will consider one other question. Exactly how many pistols is she hiding in that dress?

Circe adjust the vest. Then curtseys to the gathered Lost, a single spotlight turning on to the spot where she is: "Okay, welcome to the Summer Coronation everybody! And yes, there is spicy food for a challenge at the banquet. Ranging from mild do oh dear god. THAT was on the label. Thank you Kray for bringing the milk, oh ho ho ho!"

[Gesorgod]

Walking in with a piece of paper with the directions, Gesorgod walked in to hear the words of the new queen. He shoved the paper into his pocket. His suit popped with the colors that overlapped in his court, and the one taking over. His red curls bounced in a chill breeze. He had not been to a coronation in his time as Lost—not many like knowing that there was a con-man amongst them—, so this would be his first in totality. His freckles sparkled a bit brighter as he was hovered at the entrance. The smell of food, his weakness, wafted out, and into his nose.

A new beginning could be nice. He adjusted his button hole boutonnière. Time to do this.

He strode in. He belonged there, but he was still nervous—would it a be Lion's Den, or a welcoming crowd? Probably something in between. But, at least, there's food.

He saw the Lost who clearly was the center-of-attention. He smiled. Only a Fairest could be that beautiful. Gesorgod walked up to her, and bowed with a full scrap of his right leg gliding on the floor and resting behind him. It's not very often that I get to use facts that I've read about.

"Dear Queen," he kept his head down to wait for the Queen's response, "If I may present myself to you for I believe that I am to swear fealty to you, and this Freehold."

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie Wu, the Queen of Spring, moseyed on into the Summer playground. She wore a simple but pretty sundress of blue, with yellow suns bearing smiling faces. Upon her head was the Crown of Spring, the Phoenix Feather Cap that had adorned the Beast since the Vernal Equinox.

"Hello, everyone! Happy Sum-" she pause din her greeting as, with Circe gaining her crown, Sonnie's went away. The long, slim feather incinerated, turning to ash like the mythical bird they came from. The little cap dissolved into the ether. Sonnie frowned, and sighed. "Awwwww... oh well, it'll be easier to shampoo my hair now."

With an irreverent flourish (was there any other kind from the Monkey Girl?), she curtseyed to the Blue Elf. "Congratulations on another summer, Queen Circe! I pass the baton to you!"

With that, she looked around for the party food, but stopped when she noticed the redheaded newcomer. "Oh? Who dis?"

[Kray]

The winter courtiers arrival and nod is return in turn. "Uh. Hey Sven, Nice coat." First time seeing the pledged for garment.

A changing crown was a new one on him, both glad he did not misremember and equally interested in the phenomenon. "Uh. Well its quite the crown, suits you." As did the dress once it was revealed although the shifting the scales made him slightly dizzy if he tried to focus on it.

Oh dear God is a good summary of his feeling towards spicy food at these things. "Oh. Its going to be a big thing this year." It's a good thing his stomach is made of tough stuff because even recalling the burning was unpleasant. "Uh. Is that ice cream machine still around." Because they were going to need more then a cartoon of milk if this got competitive.

His new courtier arriving was a good sign, the new fairest hadn't bailed after the first meeting. "Ah. Found the place alright then." So yes the ogre seemed to know this one already. "Uh. Might want to introduce yourself." The giant had told him there was no oath swearing rather a tithing but what they had here was abnormal so until first seen a few misconceptions could be forgiven.

The spring queens arrival is met wit ha tip of the hat a mark of respect to a sovereign outside of their ascent season. "Uh. Queen Sonnie, good to see you." Formality observed, he looks back to Circe it was her show to kick off.

[Vincent Black]

Vincent Black walks in dressed in his Solstice colors but summer gear. Wearing shorts, and button up Hawaiian style T-shirt, Vincent is ready for the Summer. Holding two one-gallon jugs of a gold-colored liquid.

"Hey Circe hope I have not held up the festivities too much. I bring some mead for the festivities if anyone wants to partake after the ceremony." As Vincent adds the jugs of mead to the food table he notices a new face. "Hey there new guy the name is Vincent, Vincent Black. You are welcome to help yourself as well."

Vincent then looks to the others, "Hey Svelte, Kray. And hello Sonnie, where is Prince Fugly?" Vincent "And hello Mina how are you this fine Solstice?"