Summer Coronation 2026

[Circe]

High Striker

Laser Tag Arena, The Seat of Summer

The sun sat on the edge of the world, casting its last light upon the roof of the domain of Summer within Funderland. High Striker was set up more professionally, for what it was.


Circe's plans for this Coronation were...interesting to say the least. The massive tarp across most of the floor had a quintet of baseball bases holding it relatively flat. But there were neither baseballs nor bats, instead much less solid plastic wiffle balls and bats. Which makes sense considering there was less danger of broken glass.


What glass? Why, the folding tables holding down the tarps corners have the glass on them. Shot glasses and many Tequila bottles. Circe had a horrible, terrible challenge for the Freehold.


She was even dressed for the theme, as opposed to the usual royal regalia meant to impress each Summer. Considering there was a high change of vomit from this plan? She wasn't going to waste effort on Hedgespun or coin on high fashion. Red leggings were a must though, she had no intention of sliding and having to waste Goblin Fruit on a drunken whiffle ball induced road rash.


Despite the theme choice, she wasn't providing hot dogs for the event. That'd be a cookout later or something, she wasn't adding anything more to the tarp cleanup than just the Tequila. Patting herself down, Circe finds the remote and decides to be dramatic. She turns off most of the lights around the tarp covered area. The song was already picked out for whence someone arrives. Chosen for ironic reasons, thus the beast reasons.

There is also a round table with a raised platter upon it. Sitting on that platter is, illuminated by a spotlight even after she hid most of the tarped section, sat the Wyrdstone. Ready for oaths to be sworn upon it.

OOC:
Sabert Sloth the thread is open and waiting for drunken antics

[Kray]

Dressed in a rented brown suit as off the rail but still not quite fitting, big and tall stores had limited options. The giant ducks his way into the high striker. A lot of the light s seem to be off and the giant who had preemptively had one hand going up to the moth eaten fedora, his hedge spun hat, to acknowledge the ascendant queen of summer stops and looks around pretty unsuccessful. The other hand holding a two gallon bottle of milk stays at his side. "Uh. Hello? Am I early?" The Baritone rumble of his voice carries well so the giant hopes if anyone is about they would hear him, if they weren't yet well he would need to figure that out. But the Wyrdstone was here he could see that so he was in the right place for sure, that was good.

[Mina]

If she was being honest, she never knew what to wear to a Summer Coronation.

And Circe didn’t make it any easier for her. Being unlike any Monarch she had ever come across before. Not formal, at all. So does she dress up, or does she not?

Or maybe she finds something kind of in the middle?

Something sort of in the middle seemed like a safe bet in her mind. So she found what she thinks is a great two-piece skirt and top, with two slits in skirt for some fun flirty Spring movement, but was also in red because Summer Coronation!

Walking in, it was eerily dark and quiet, not what she was expecting. But, it was Circe and she did seem to enjoy surprising the Freehold!

But, she hears and see’s Kray, and makes her way over, “Hey!” offering a little curtsy. “Is the event here this year?” she asks, then her eyes settle on the Wyrdstone, “Oh, well there’s the stone, so I guess that answers that.” Weird. “Anyways, how have you been?”

[Sonnie Wu]

Tra la la! The Spring Queen, on the last few minutes of her reign, flounced into the hall of Summer festivities. She came dressed in patchwork overalls, with alternating floral and camo patterns on the patches, and her hair was in pigtails! She was also, as was fair common for the Beast, barefoot. Real farmer's daughter vibes today. Grinning, she looked about at the set up.

"Hellooooooooooooooo! I'm here for hot summer fun! Mostly men in speedos and women in bikinis. Lacking those, I'll accept food and drink! Why's it so dark in here?"

[Ellaria Undertow]

Wearing the same boots as she had during the Spring Equinox, might be a nod to this still being a growing season. Or, a showcase of limited funds. Passing through a thrift store, she found a pair of jeans with sunflowers printed on them. Appropriate enough for the Season and something she didn’t care about if, whatever idea the Summers had involved exertion, or mess. Though she wondered how many would think she was a far greater fan of flowers than she was due to these choices. Finishing off her ensemble was a simple tshirt that someone else had cropped, for the same reasons as the bottoms, and a soft buttery yellow knit vest, more for her own personal comfort, that she’d found for a steal the same day she’d found the pants, which, of course, meant that there was no emotional value given to the vest were it too ruined by whatever Summer activities she would be partaking in.

Entering the High Striker, the apparent laser tag arena, to stop dead looking towards the darkness, her mind a whirl. "dear god.” she whispers under her breath in quiet horror at what she conceives. She closed her eyes and took one quiet moment to breathe, before opening them and affixing a smile, lips closed, covering the teeth, and continuing to walk in.

"Greetings Monarchs,” She gives a nodding, hair-arching bow to Sonnie the current Queen, wondering where the queen to be (when the Seasonal Change happened.) was. Then a deeper one, to her own King.

Then a nod, and close lipped smile to the Mannikin, even as she notes the Wyrdstone's place of pride. "Miss Mina, hello.”

[Saber Sloth]

Please remember to @me when Circe puts 1 Glamour into the Wyrdstone also remember that new (and returning) arrivals need to also put 1 Glamour into the Wyrdstone to bind themselves to the Freehold(gaining Freehold Status 1), and Courtless will also need to spend 1 Glamour into the Wyrdstone to gain or keep their Freehold Status

[Circe]

Having a good crowd arrived, there is the sound of something electronic going off. The speakers crackle as the duet of Frank Sinatra and Gene Kelley being singing a sports classic. This is followed by the lights coming on to reveal the contest area that Summer has set up.


The Summer Queen? Bouncing a whiffle ball in her hand as she stands behind the Wyrdstone, smiling widely.


"Hail and hearty welcomes to all to this, Summer Coronation with a courtly contest!" She waves her arms wide before placing her left hand on the Wyrdstone. Impatient as she oft is, she lights it up with Glamour. "Those who've nary sworn in may do so before taking part in the contest. Disclaimer, failure to swear in before the part is over risks triggering paranoia amongst your fellows. For it is upon this stone in all its Wyrdness that we swear into the Freehold, to guard and protect each other against our foes. And in Summer time, to strike back and drop 'em into a trap to show what brains they lack."


"But as for the sport of the year? Alcoholism! With sport!" She tosses the ball over towards the tarped off arena. It goes nowhere near the Tequila covered table. "Shots and whiffle ball running the bases or getting out. Shots each round for all players. I know, I know, of course the gun-crazed Summer blueberry is big on shots. Ain't like I am having you reload my bags whilst I shoot giant enemy crabs. I couldn't corral the crabs."


"No cracker jacks, hot dogs, or peanuts tonight. Only Tequila. Winner? Gets to choose a dinner. Be it my cooking, takeout, or fancy restaurant then the Queen of Summer shall provide!" Which was a simple solution she felt to the lack of theme there.


Winner was simple. Last one somber standing.


Or if nobody wants to play with her balls, Circe can just have everyone do shots as plan B. There are some jokes there, but she'll refrain for now.

ooc:
Per the Contests and Games Rules, we are doing Shots and a simplified Whiffle Ball Athletics Roll.


Those who participate will be rolling under shots rules. This is followed by a contested Athletics plus Stamina roll. If the Batter has the highest roll, they make it around the small whiffle ball diamond. If someone on the Team has the highest roll, they tagged the Batter with the whiffle ball. Penalties from Shots do add onto the Athletics Roll.

Couldn't post Glamour expenditure due to Advanced posting crashing too much

[Saber Sloth]

With the impatience of a Summer of a cusp of Doing The Thing, Circe's sun warmed glamour is fed into the Wyrdstone, is rhythm alters from Sonnie's heartbeat to Circe's, all those present feel the renewed ties of the Knowing, knowing none who are tied to the Wyrdstone are agents of the Others. No Loyalists nor, Privateers. The knowing expands out towards even those who are not present in this moment, for they are all one Freehold.

The only ones who would not feel the Knowing, are the Courtless, without the Seasonal ties, binding Courts to Monarchs, and those newly arrived. For them, to feel the Knowing and be a part of the greater whole, will need to enter and will their own Glamour into the Wyrdstone.

With the site being laggy af I'm still accepting this as a proper Glamour expenditure as this isn't a plot scene. Though I've found that if you post, then edit with the site being what it is atm, it will take you to the advanced menu and if you're lucky you could get those power icon expenditures imputed before the edit window closes.

[Kray]

The giant turns as Mina approaches and addressed him. "Uh. Joyeux Mina." Whatever else he has to say dies on the trolls tongue and he scowls a little. "Ah. Stop that there is one night year I permit the bows and curtsy's. And it is not this night." It was not after all his night. "Ah. Just a proper greeting will do the rest of the time." Besides it was hard enough looking down at everyone from his great height without them doing anything to make themselves shorter. "Uh. I think it is yes." The presence of the wyrdstone gave him enough confidence to be reasonably sure on that. "Oh. I've been quite almighty, busy like you wouldn't believe but somehow managing to make it all fit so far." But finding some way to add a few minions to the payroll was getting ever more tempting. "Hm. And you how have you been?" Returning the pleasantry as was only proper.

The next arrival could not be missed and the ogre hand goes up and dips the rim of his fedora as mark of respect for the spring queen. "Uh. Hello Queen Sonnie." And the director was on top form today it would seem, but lacking any insights to the activities he settles on the last part, the question. "Hm. Now I was just wondering that myself." But more people increased the likelihood they were in the right place. And it goes without saying in his mind, no one, but no one would ever want to see the ogre in a speedo, least of all himself.

Ellaria's arrival, the third very pretty lady in a row he notes, and wonders were the winter king might happen to be, adds to the bowing issue. "Ah. Ellaria, wrong night to be bowing to me." Maybe he needed to carry a sign with him or get it stitched oh his long coat. Which would be pointless as the vestment was not currently on his person. "Ah. Just a proper greeting will do fine." Cards to hand out maybe? But then he could get those muddled with his business cards and that would be a pain to explain away. "Hm. You finding your way around alright then?" Evidently as she was here right, bit of a stupid question really.

But then the sound system kicks in before he can add to or amend the question. Before he has fully registered what is going on the sense of knowing passes through, the wyrdstone had one it's thing. Which at least guides his eyes to it and then to the summer, for whom he doffs his hat entirely until she is done speaking, it was after all her night. A speech that ends with the possibility of winning food on her dime. "Uh. We ll said Queen Circe." Putting his hat back on the suit jacket coming off, the better to move his broad shoulders, as he walks over to the revealed arena of sorts. "Ah. Sure I'll play your game." It might not be a game of strength but he could still give it a good go and hey who knows.

[Mina]

Spotting Sonnie, she eagerly waves, “Hey!” then frowns, “I didn’t bring my bikini, sorry.” Shrugging, she wasn’t sure if she was going to need it. Still wasn’t sure. “Think we were wondering the same thing.” But then shifts focus, “I love those overalls!” and thinking she overdressed, again. “They look amazing on you.” Yup, overdressed, one of these years she would figure it out.

As the new doe eyed Autumn came in, dressed casually, another friendly wave and smile was offered, “Hi Ellaria! I have to tell you; I love those jeans! The flowers are adorable!” and here she was, in a skirt that had no right being here. “How have you been?” an unnatural jerk and tilt of her head.

And then…there was Circe!

With…a whiffle ball? Wait a second, she was wearing a skirt.

Well, the skirt was long, and it did have the two slits so running could be easy. And she was wearing underwear this time, so that was a bonus.

After the speech, she claps and cheers for the Queen of Summer, cause it was Circe and Circe was badass!

To Kray, a shake of her head, “Nope. Just Mina, it is Summer now, not Spring.” No titles! “Ok, fair enough, I’ll make sure to remember that.” And she would. “Busy is always good, I’m sure it keeps you out of trouble.” Smirking at her joke. Then a shrug, “Oh, busy in my own way, so I can’t really complain, but looking forward to summer.” Meant warmer weather and days off.

One last glance at her skirt, “Ah fuck it, I’ll give the game a go.” Why not?