#ccsemberclub

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It is to CC's credit, perhaps, that she does not talk only about grand kids to be. Boggans are creatures of habit, and Bill is glad to get some of his comfortable living down again... that is, making bank, listening to CC own the stage like the vintage siren she is, and managing a squad of chefs that is becoming the envy of Kansas City's clubs. Further more, the commoners of Unseelie bent seem to have caught on that the Club is a safe haven to be themselves- within reason. Obviously the dreamers are off limits.

Obviously.

Some the conversations are just mouth watering...

"I hear the Shadow Court isn't about freaky deeky stuff anymore, it's about commoner rights."

"Sure, they say that... but what do they DO for us really? " A disgruntled companion says "Got Sidhe lords ignore the Right of haven pretending their 'proteccting the hold' and have you heard the shit going on in other parts of Concordia? I tell you, Firnost is looking sane and it's empty half the time"

Stodgepole wanders past. "Tut tut now, none of that talk in here, please." He admonishes firmly.

"Sorry" the first one, the piskie sighs.

"Well, I'm not," The Eshu whjo was grumbling says "it's true. You don't know what it's like out there on the rroads these days ,sir. "

"Be that as it may, if you wish to bandy that name about you'll do it elsewhere. Go back out on the roads and find them, if you wish. Here, we don't make that kind of trouble. Now, how about a round on the house?"

While the Eshu's pride looks a bit pricked, he nods. THe piskie "Thank you very much, and yes, please sir."

Stodgepole nods and makes sure they are served.

He continues the rounds.

They do modify their behavior.

NOt every Unseelie thinks politics, of course.

A satyr with a shaggy cut (and legs) is praising CC as "If the theory 'where's there is smoke there is fire' is true, that woman is the gate keeper to a very tempting level of hell" He toasts his companion, a quieter unseelie troll.

That brings a twinkle to his eye. He makes sure a round of complimentary Fireball shots makes it to the table.

They think this place is even better now.

Many greet him, call him sir, and mister...

some boggans, most of them sadly seelie, do drop by to gossip...

Ah, but his seelie Kithmates do have their purposes. He listens to the gossip.

Talk of childlings without mentors crashing at firnost..and what's to be done for the poor dears.

Talk of Leanhaun Fiona alliances by marriage.

He makes a mental note to take CC to Firnost.....

"A great dragon tearing through the dreaming? Puff and nonsense, only great dragon seen in years showed up once for Pennons where he was defeated by some mystery woman in a game of chess"

"Have you heard there's talk of some noble assigning someone to run Firnost as a Protector? Not a ruler... but like some Lord Cromwell level take over covertly?"

"I thought it was a roach pooka who claimed that?"

An eye roll.

"The only official protector of the hold is a Gwydion who patrols around it and follows thee rules. And I hear that the situation at Firnnost turned him from into a Traditionalist when he was a reformer"

chuckles "If anything would."

Stodgepole keeps the sour look off his face, but.....

Well.. yes.

"Clem DeBuke trundled more food in... "

"Of course, it's Summer squash season" A chuckle

"Ah, but did you hear about the Balor trying to strong arm the DeBukes?"

"No...what happened?"

"Notice the lovely new flowers in the near dreaming ... all sanguine colors?"

"ooo she didn't!"

"She did"

And a mental note to go flower picking. A nice arrangement for Callidora, perhaps.

Indeed!

Mostly the gossip then drifts to less interesting matters. There IS mention of a Jam festival, as in contests between jams and jellies. WHile it's a bit rural for the club's image, it might be nice to see how his compare

A soft smile. Oh yes, definitely take Callidora to that.

And the crowd winds down... CC glows with the triumph of a standing ovation...and slowly the crowds peter out.

He waits to fill her in with all the gossip, backstage.

CC indeed is getting off her hooves and wiping her brow backstage when he finds her.

He hands her a cold, sparkling beverage. "Magnificent." He kisses her.

"The audience though so. I honestly worried I missed the change up but if I did they didn't notice" She kisses him, "And how is the hosting on your side?"

An easy shrug. "Moderately interesting." He fills her in.