Then a little conversation with my squirrel and chipmunk friends...

[ooeeooahah]

Who: Anyone who got the call earlier, or might happen to see the bonfire
What: Beltane Community Bonfire Circle
Where: Makeout Point
When: Monday, April 30, sundown to whenever
Warnings: There isn't anything planned, but if somebody decides to be traditional, we'll let you know

[ The bonfire is lit as the last of the sun disk slips below the horizon. The area has been cleared of negative energy, as well as she is able, but not warded against anything but attacks. There also is not anything keeping the light of the fire being seen, other than the usual trees. ]

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Arrival - Meet & Greet

[ooeeooahah]

[ The fire is just getting started, and people are arriving. ]

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[lil_tanuki]

[It's still kind of cool so Hayate was wearing a sweater. Other than that, she looked like a perfectly normal housewife with ties in her hair.]

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[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa hands her a cup of tea. ] Good to see you here, I'm Ilsa.

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[lil_tanuki]

Hayate. We chatted over the phone. [Takes the cup, warming her hands.]

This is nice.

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[atent_dead]

[Granny is watching everything suspiciously for any sign of nonsense]

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[ooeeooahah]

[ It's a paper cup, and the tea is more warm than hot, but the sentiment is the same as Ilsa presents the tea to Granny. ] Merry met, Granny.

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[atent_dead]

Evenin'.

[She's still wary, but she takes the tea gladly. Traditions.]

[spitefulvitae]

[Perhaps the slightly-not-that-healthy-looking lady as far away from the fire as possible qualifies as nonsense? Perhaps. She's not doing much.

But she is stealing the occasional curious glance at Granny.]

[atent_dead]

Ye another one of Ilsa's lot?

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[velesdonnersen]

[Ah! Tarvek is charmed and nostalgic. Romania has many ferocious, intense old women around whom the wise are very, very careful. He has several such in his family tree. Tonight he himself is a perfect example of nonsense--and Granny may find him equally delightful and disgraceful. Nanny Ogg would simply find him a dark corner and a large flask of scumble... and then proceed to eat him up. He is dressed in a resplendent deep purple shearling greatcoat decked in miles of fancy folk embroidery...and he's very good at being very polite and nice to his elders. VERY good. He bows formally.]

Madame? May I get you something from the refreshments? Or find you a place to sit near the fire?

[Pointy black hats are not the fashion where he comes from, but he does recognize the authority implied by a dangerous woman of a certain age dressed in black. It doesn't matter if it's a little black dress with pearls, or an ancient black dress with patches--it's the blackness that counts. That and th eagle eyes of the woman wearing it.]

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[velesdonnersen]

[He's wearing a very gorgeous, amazing greatcoat: sheerling, dyed deep, deep blue-purple, with fancy Europan-style folk embroidery everywhere you can reasonably imagine: yoke, cuffs, hem, collar, around the vents. It's cut trim in the shoulders, but there's room for a sweetie to cuddle in if she likes. He's also brought plum brandy. He's a Romanian.]

Hallo, love. Room at the fire for a friend?

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[ooeeooahah]

[ She hands him a paper cup with almost hot tea in it. ]

Merry met, habibi.

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[velesdonnersen]

[He slips the substantial flask of plum brandy out of his pocket, and doses his almost hot tea.]

Want some? I found an entire case hidden at the very back of the Mayfield liquor store. They were using it to prop open the broom closet.

[spitefulvitae]

[Well. That's quite the astonishing coat.

And she's not very near the fire at all. Natalie has taken the farthest seat from it, and is mostly awkwardly sullen.]

...wha?

[She looks honestly unsure what to make of Tarvek. Meanwhile, she herself looks sort of... pale and unwell and corpse-ish. Also, she smells of too much rose perfume layered over something mildewy.]

...fire's over there. If you're looking for it.

[velesdonnersen]

[He looks, and looks again...and very tactfully sniffs. Then he sums up the data, and comes up with a very unexpected answer. My goodness! She's a construct! Or, no...this is Mayfield, and Ilsa's invited her arcane associates. Perhaps a Real Undead (which is as much like a Frankenstein construct as it's possible to get without actually venturing into Science(!). In any case, he's got a rather roomy pigeon-hole in his mind for her to nestle into, and regardless of origin, he's a gentleman! Manners are vital.]

[He bows.]

Thank you, Frauleine...Frau?

Hmm. Let me introduce myself. I am Tarvek Sturmvoraus. And you?

SORRY SO LATE. been a bad week for tags.

[sanctus_dei]

[Theo shows up, late to the party. But he's here. He doesn't look like he knows why, but he came. Maybe Ilsa was right, and he could talk shop with folks. It'd be a nice change of pace.

But Theo is awkward at parties and large groups. So instead of greeting or engaging anyone, he's sitting off to the side alone, smoking a cigarette. His familiars are around, watching the party from the trees and waiting for any dropped food they can swoop in and steal.]

Theo is Fashionably Late.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa notices the familiars and brings over a plate of disassembled chicken sandwich for the three of them to share. Also a cup of warm tea that's been supplemented by the flask in Tarvek's jacket. ]

Glad to see you here. How have you been?

[sanctus_dei]

[Ilsa has made for two happy crows and cat - the cat especially, since Aristophanes is a bit on the lazy side. Theo takes the tea and gives it a suspicious look. He can't help it, paranoia is his nature.]

Hnn. Fine, I suppose.

[spitefulvitae]

[Awkward, meet awkward! Sort of. Kind of. The interestingness of the fellow who obviously had all those familiars was enough to pull her a bit closer to the fire and a bit farther away from her awkward wallowing.]

...you've got quite a bunch of them.

[sanctus_dei]

[Two talkative crows and a big black and white housecat sit with him. The creatures regard Natalie with more pleasantness than their master, though.]

Yeah. Feel like I'm being followed around by a damn zoo sometimes.

[spitefulvitae]

[Natalie is quite likely the last one to arrive. And hesitant to come forward, at first. She shouldn't be here... really shouldn't. Dealing with Ilsa wasn't something she was in the mood for. But perhaps there'd be others around, that she hadn't met yet?]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa noticed Natalie lurking at the edges of the firelight. Difficult not to, with that complex melange of emotions. She nods to Natalie, but goes on to another at the fire. ]

Food

[ooeeooahah]

[ The back of Ilsa's station wagon is facing the fire, a few yards away. The tailgate is set up with sandwiches and small sweets. The drink cooler is full of iced tea, and the washtub full of ice and sodas are on the ground nearby. ]

Professional networking

[ooeeooahah]

[ An opportunity for conversations with others who have similar abilities? Of course. ]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Have you stayed until dawn? On purpose? Innnnteresting. ]