[Day 5 - LE] Honor your King (Social Thread)

[Craig Walker]

"Craig! Craig Walker pleasure to meet you Tiffani. And right here you have her highness of the spring court herself Triss Bakowski!" He said crouching down from his over seven foot height and wrapped an arm around the small fox girl's shoulder "She goes by TB a lot of the time."

For a moment Walker eyed Bowie suspiciously but shrugged it off, it was a party and this was a festival, stranger's would be around. If the guy became a problem he'd be dealt with. "Pleasure to meet you two." He said smiling "and always good to see you TB." He said with a minor squeeze of the arm around her.

[Tiffani]

Tiffani looked positively mortified. She could only stare at Craig slackjawed. "You mean ... oh shit. I mean crap. I mean ... never mind what I mean."

Her stormy grey eyes flick back and forth between Craig and TB like the tail of an angry cat. "I had no idea I was standing here talking to the queen of the Spring Court like ... well you know ... "

But it was apparent that "TB" wasn't at all like the King of Autumn who seemed more austere. It occurred to Tiffany that, perhaps the reason why TB didn't say who she was is so people wouldn't fawn all over her. Okay ... okay ... yeah ... have to stop acting as though I'll end up beheaded if I say the wrong thing.

"Well, Craig Walker, I was teasing uh ... TB here about bringing some guys over here but I see you two know each other." She noticed the little arm squeeze "Quite well it would seem." She snickers softly, grateful that Craig crouched so she wasn't talking directly to his ... uh ... johnson. How ridiculous that would have been.

Gesturing to the somewhat androgynous man next to her, she says, "That there is Bowie ... I just met him literally 10 seconds ago, but he seems a good sort."

[Gray]

Gray nods and returns back to the party, seeing Craig, who as summer was always good in a pinch in case his worst fears are realized.

"Hey Craig, are you on patrol tonight? I just heard that Redmane had some of his monitoring."

As he arrives, Gray notices yet another person with their mask absent...and with it, the signs of another Autumn member, one he didn't recognize.

"Huh. I thought I knew all of the Autumn around here. The name's Gray." Gray studies the woman carefully, a Fairest by his guess (the amount cleavage being a clue). "When did you get here."

[Chantelle Rossette]

Her song had been meant as an invitation to androgynous stranger, let’s dance, but subtlety was not Chantelle’s strong suit. The egret went in search of another drink, watching as the knot of Changelings began to coalesce around the New Girl. She sipped the cider and thought about the nature of such things; of her Keeper’s cage, when she was the one the Gentry flocked to see. She hoped the Lost gathered around Tiffani were more sincere, dey ‘ave to be, she amended the thought, it no’ possible to be less sincere dan de Fae.

[Tiffani]

"Huh. I thought I knew all of the Autumn around here. The name's Gray." Gray studies the woman carefully, a Fairest by his guess (the amount cleavage being a clue). "When did you get here."

Tiffani sees the many-toothed cat approach and, at first, thought it was a costume, but when he drew closer, she realized as Gray did with her that it was a Mask-less Changling. She cants her head slightly as Gray looks her over, a slight expression of curiosity on her face. Hmm, that's something a cat should recognize, no?

"Yes, I'm new around here ... I haven't been here for more than, oh, I would say three days, perhaps? Though if not for Chantelle's kindness, I'd probably somewhere else right now." Gray can tell by Tiffani's more-than-obvious British accent that she's not only new but rather far from home. "I'm TIffani and I do so enjoy meeting another of ... well, our kind, Mister ..."

And she lets the sentence trail off in the hopes that Gray will fill in the blank with his name.

[Gray]

"Gray. They just call me Gray. I suppose Mister Gray'd do, but being away kinda..." Gray makes a grimace, showing off even more teeth. "Changed the "last name" sit-u-ation"

Gray's tail flicks as he appraises the newcomer. "Well, if yer Autumn like I 'spect, I'll prolly see you at the Bayou tonight with the others. I dunno if they told ya 'bout it"

[Tiffani]

Tiffani's expressive face turns sad - a small downward turn of her lips, a barely perceptible dimming of the sparkle in her large grey eyes. Her sadness is a ghostly thing rarely displayed to others neither human or changeling - and definitely never to the Fae. Yes, she knew all too well about how the last name she had before carries no more meaning.

"In that, at least, we are kindred. I have always been just ... TIffani since 1985. Especially after my parents stopped looking for me. Now, I simply call myself Tiffani Noelle. There is no point in carrying a surname that means nothing anymore."

Her voice is as sad as her countenance, the sadness of a cold and bleak autumn day - the kind of day where warmth is a thing of the past, the kind of day when the chill cuts through one's clothes and buries itself in one's heart.

She takes a deep breath, however, to combat the negativity that always threatens to overwhelm her lest she revel in it too much. She slowly shakes her head.

"No, I hadn't heard about this thing in the bayou. I've never been out there. To tell the truth, it makes me a little nervous what, with alligators in the water and pythons slithering about. But yes, I will be there."

[Gray]

Gray shrugs a little. "Gray is who I am now...what I am. I might take a last name again, but for now...ehh, I is what I is."

"But 'bout the creepy crawlies out there..." The cat-thing lets out a snort of disdain, his tail curling. "We're more dangerous than them. You can hold my hand if you like though" He says the last part jokingly, the smile again with more teeth than entirely comfortable.

"Craig here is the main protector here, you big ol' softie. I was worried those gangers and...the other guys, were gonna try something funny, but you got them both to back down! Ha! Asluf said that he owes you a beer!"

[Tiffani]

Tiffani raises a single eyebrow in an expression of curiosity. Referring to the "holding hands" joke she says, "Are you mocking me ... Mr. Gray?"

The question asked is straightforward and her tone was light-hearted enough. But she wasn't certain. Thus there was a subtle lacing of steel in her words.

She, too, looks at Craig - or rather looks up at him - saying to Gray, "Yeah ... Craig Walker. We met just moments ago. He, uh ... well, he looks like a protector."

When she hears Gray talking about gangers and a person named Asluf and who owes whom a beer, well, she knew it was inevitable that she would fade into the background eventually. She finished the rest of her margarita and set the empty glass down on whatever table was closest at hand. For some reason she felt the desire to get truly pissed - err drunk - now. She flagged a wandering waitress-bartender carrying around drinks in a test tube - what was that all about? - and ordered an Alabama Slammer.

[Gray]

Gray watches Tiffani go off. "I think I insulted her by accident." He pats Craig on the shoulder. "I should make that right. Good work though..." Gray leans in to whisper. "Something Arcadian is lurking around. I don't know if it's friend or foe, and our Kings seem to have a handle on it but.." His eyes fall back over in Tiffani's direction. "A newcomer, wandering off, with Mask off. I should..."

Gray doesn't seem to finish that thought, bobbing over to the bar, catching Tiffani making a drink order. "White Russian for me, thanks." Gray tries to appraise the girl again...no, the woman...no, both those were wrong. Innocent manner aside, there was more than a demure yet pretty face. "I wasn't mocking you. It's more..." Gray looks down at himself. "I wasn't exactly a pretty kid when I was taken, and other than these high cheekbones" he gestures to his jaws, "My time away dinnae do all that much in the looks department. Better to put you off your game than by pretending to joke than you refusing, eh?"