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Page Voyager

When he had received the invitation he had to keep himself from practically squealing with joy. Pendour, whom he had met before, tea, and getting to go on the moon?! He wasn't sure if he was more excited for the tea party and talking to Pendour again or if he wanted to see if he could take a "souvenir" for his collection.

Well, even if he couldn't, perhaps the view would make up not being able to take anything with him. When he said that he needed help getting there Pendour had secured a pearl for him and he had gotten there as soon as he could, surprised that he appeared to be the first one beside their host. He heartily waved at her when he saw her and walked over. "Pendour! It's been a while! Thank you for the invitation!"



Squire Sumner

The invitation has been unexpected but not unwelcome. Considering how he had to be in the hot sun, though shaded thanks to his lifeguard chair, he gladly took the opportunity to get out of the heatwave. He should have gone to his Wonder more often but didn't want to go for only a couple of hours. So he had to make sure he had the time to really enjoy it there.

He made sure to bring some snacks that would be paired well with tea and other drinks that Pendour may have brought. They hadn't been required to bring anything, but at least he would eat them. When he arrived he held the box of scones underneath one arm and looked around. Even without life the moon seemed to be beautiful. Of course it couldn't compare to the water, but there was something serene about it.

He walked over to Pendour as well giving her a small wave. "Pendour, thank you. I brought some scones if anyone wants to eat them." He looked over at the Page and wondered what planet had a pirate theme, before turning back to the host. "Sorry we haven't been able to talk more often. You would think that sitting in the sun most of the day wouldn't exhaust you, but I've found myself falling asleep as soon as I get back to my apartment." He said with a chuckle.



((both are also open to interaction!))

Transcendant Bifrost Knight of Chronos

She was sure she'd been here at one point or another, but Bifrost couldn't remember when exactly that had been. Before her mental breakdown, for sure, but it had to have been... years. She thought perhaps when they'd gone in to find the old Academy for Caedus was the last and only time she'd been? Then again, it wasn't exactly easy to get here unless you'd stayed up to date on the ring upgrades.

But she was here, for tea, and honestly? Of all the ways Bifrost could use to step back into the powered world on a more regular scale, this was the gentlest she could. Better than dealing with a fiesty little senshi and an overly familiar - to the senshi - agent, at least.

"Thank you for the invitation, Pendour! My grams sent me with finger sandwiches and pettifores," she said to Pendour after Sumner and Voyager greeted her, and held up the canvas bag of tupperware. "Oh, I'm Bifrost of Chronos, by the way! I'm not sure if I've met all of you yet..."

It had been a while since she'd been an active knight, after all.

Transcendent Squire Pendour

At the sound of others arriving, Pendour set down her teacup on a crumbling column and turned around. It took a second for the smile to hit her face, since she hadn't thought about what would happen if she was stuck in space with a couple of strangers
, about what she would say, but it turned out she didn't have to worry about it at all, because it was two familiar faces coming towards her.

"Sumner! Voyager! Hi," she said, the smile coming now as she stepped forwards and waved at them. "Welcome! I've got the tea station all set up over here, but if you've got snacks we'll have to start spreading out to another bench, maybe." That was directed to the third knight that came up, too.

This one was, in fact, a stranger, but it turned out that she wasn't scary at all. Pendour's eye lingered for a few long seconds on the glowing markings, the soft smile widening until it was more of a grin. "It's nice to meet you, Bifrost. Um, really. I don't think I've ever met another knight before that glows like this." She held up a hand to show off the glowing dots on the back of it. "Not even me until a few weeks ago. Just the senshi."

And now there were two of them! Pendour would have asked many, many questions if she didn't have a tea party to host.

Which meant looking down at a Mauvian. Oh.

It was seeing the tiny cat that made the Squire almost stiffen, and she had to take a small breath and remind herself that she hadn't ended up on the wrong side of all Mauvians.

Just all but one of them.

"Hi, Yumi. Hi, Kepler," she managed. Manners. She could do that, maybe. "Welcome to you, too. You can help yourself to the tea, or the freebies."





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Super Sailor Cybele

This was awkward.

She'd been wanting, since she purified, to make all the friends and connections that she could. She'd already had the little pearl charm, too, attached to her phone from something. Maybe she'd even been to the moon before.

In any case, she was more than willing to go to space and meet more people. That was what she'd thought about when reading the invitation. The name scrawled at the bottom had just been an afterthought.

At least, until she'd seen the host and realized that she was Alya's friend, that knight she'd been about to starseed back when she'd been desperate to prove herself to the Negaverse.

There were others surrounding her, perhaps wanting tea, and Cybele was happy for that, hoping that maybe she could escape immediate notice. Instead, she stepped towards the other bench and gave one of the small animal toys an experimental poke with her pinky.

Squire Agrippa

Agrippa needed to hitch a ride, but she did, inevitably did make it to the moon. The moon. To be totally honest she had thought that the invitation she found was a prank. Or a metaphor. Perhaps someone wanted to meet somewhere called "The Moon" even. She never would have ever guessed, in a million years, that she would actually be called to a tea party on the literal moon.

But here she was, staring up at a gleaming crystal palace. It reached with delicate spires up to the stars and beyond, glittering like a jewel. The knight beside her appeared unfazed by the splendor and miracle of where they were and patted her swiftly on the back before heading off to join some of her friends. Agrippa, however, held her place, starting up, slack-jawed, at the castled and the gathered magical people around her. A week ago she was Bella Emmanuella. Today she was Squire Agrippa. She clasped the delicate little decanter in her gloved hands and took a deep breath to center herself.

This was real.

She was real.

And she was really here, on the moon, with other people like her.

When she was finally able to tear her eyes from the castle and take a good look around her, Agrippa slowly began a headcount. Not many had shown up yet, and those that had seemed to have already gathered in small pockets and pairs.

All except one.

A bride, she seemed, with wings. She didn't know much, but she knew this woman was different. With her golden ringlets and her crystal shoes, it was not hard for Agrippa to draw the conclusion that this must have been the being who dwelled within these palace walls. She almost shattered her own "weapon" in her hands as she realized the connection. Almost too swiftly, with clearly feined serenity, she hurried over to the woman's side.

"Hello, um, ma'am." That seemed too informal, and she chided herself inwardly. "I know that you're not Pendour," she all but gushed, "but thank you for opening your home for this gathering. It truly is a stunning place." She glanced back at the crystal palace, her face splitting back into a wide grin.




Page Lourdes

Lourdes had, understandably, taken the last year off of powered work. It had been a bit of an adjustment, learning that she no longer had to look over her shoulder for someone to "check-up" on her. She also had to learn to stop waiting for the negaverse to find her and drag her back where she came from. But eventually, she was able to sleep through the night and get through the day without having to hide somewhere.

There were, however, things that she was still not used to. Like not having a single memory of herself before Cosmos came and saved her. And Amelia, the little corgi, who was still as wary of her and she was of the dog. They were getting friendlier by the day, but Lourdes suspected that they would never be as close as they must have once been. And how could they? As far as Amelia knew her mom had just up and left her with a stranger. It had broken her heart how Amelia had whined and howled the first week, clawing at the door to get out and find Abbot. But Abbot was gone, like the memories Lourdes had of her.

And she would never be used to passing her own tombstone, nor seeing the woman she knew abstractly was her mother mourning around town for a daughter who still technically lived.

She powered up, honestly, to escape. She had no one in her powered life that she would call a friend. She had connections, those who helped her adjust and got her what she needed, but no one she could really rely on. And so, when she found this invitation, she figured it would be a decent time to make those connections. Make friends, whatever that meant anymore. Set down roots as Roxanna Wilcox and start to leave Abbot Niles behind.

But when she arrived people were already starting to pair off and peel away. she ignored the gleaming castle and the splendor it implied and instead searched for someone as alone as she was.

She found her, eventually, tentatively poking a bench as though she thought it might vanish.

"Do people ever get used to this," she asked gently, twirling her weapon gently in her hand as she spoke.

Super Athalia & Namielle

"Tea and colouring pages?" he hadn't meant it to come out as a drawl but it was safe to say that he had certainly mastered the long suffering tone as he brandished the adorable little invitation in front of the Mauvian. The last time he'd been up here, or rather the last several times he had been up here, had been for entirely different reasons and the prospect of having tea hadn't never been very far up his list of priorities.

Nevertheless Namielle had been absolutely clear on this particular subject and when Namielle was set on one particular thing it was a touch difficult to dissuade her. Woe betide anyone who chose to ignore the Mauvian as well as it was almost a guarantee that she would hunt them down and make them submit. Her methods were of course a closely guarded secret and on this occasion they had not been deployed... Athalia knew better, particularly when he was tired and had only just finished his normal shift for the day.

Yep, the poor man had just gotten off work and been hauled to the moon.

...By a cat.

The same cat who was absolutely determined to drink so tea, somehow colour in pages with her paws, and socialise. It hadn't yet crossed his weary mind that she could in fact transform for a brief period of time each day to possess fingers, but it would probably dawn on him eventually.

"Yes, I think it will be absolutely darling," Namielle wrinkled her nose at his tone and began to pad towards the pillars, taking note of more than a few faces. She recognised a small handful but the vast majority were definitely new to her and provided plenty of opportunities for this Mauvian to make a name for herself and present each with the opportunity to make use of her services should they ever require her creative tinkering.

Athalia on the other hand followed at a much slower pace behind her, foot steps otherwise muffled and soft against the dust covered landscape. Should it really have come at any surprise to him that it had been Pendour that had arranged this event, from what little he knew of the peaceful woman it seemed to very much suit her personal preferences... He on the other hand, was not easily persuaded by colouring pages. Now if she had invited him to solve puzzles? Very different story; he would have been invested in puzzles.

He hadn't taken it upon himself to survey each of the visitors too closely yet, but when he did eventually pay attention he might be in for a surprise or two...

[He is open to interactions, just give him a some time to wake up and be less bleary eyed. <3 ]

Or don't remember...

Lourdes opened her mouth to question further but was cut off by another senshi who came over to them. She looked slightly younger than Lourdes, but she felt more powerful. It was still so odd to her, to feel a stronger presence and not feel a pang of fear or defiance. Instead, it was... well neutral at best. Like a note that she ticked in her mind. Oh, this is a person that I can go to for help. Someone that I can rely on in battle and for information. Not a superior, but rather... a mentor.

Lourdes offered an equally reserved wave in response but kept her mouth shut. Wordlessly, she followed the first senshi's pointing and tried to commit names to faces. Scylla was the Senshi who had come to see them. Dark hair and strange markings that she would ask after later. Scylla had named the first senshi Lourdes met as Cybele. Then the princess in bridal white was Ganymede. Yes, princess seemed about right as a title. Lourdes made a note to connect with her later. Call it latent negaverse training, but she knew it would be valuable to at least be in the good graces of white moon royalty. And then Pendour, whom Lourdes would greet later.

Until Cybele said something about taking starseeds.

Lourdes spun on her wickedly tall heels, dropping her staff in the process with a startling clatter. It made her jump and then blush at her blunder, but she recovered by dismissing the weapon and lowering her voice as she spoke.

"Starseeds? You mean you..." No. No that was too graceless. You can't just ask people if they are purified. That wasn't how things were done. She wasn't the anvil she was before. She needed to be someone worthy of the second chance she'd been given. Better to introduce herself first, as an invitation to converse about a topic Cybele clearly felt was taboo.

"I'm terribly sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Squire Lourdes, of Venus. formerly..." Her voice failed then, and Lourdes was suddenly painfully aware that this would be the first time she was admitting, out loud, who she used to be.

"Formerly," she continued, feigning confidence, "Lieutenant Hopeite."

Transcendent Eternal Encke

Encke accepted the fact that Basiluzzo's attention wasn't entirely on him. Honestly, he couldn't blame him. If he hadn't been in such shock when they had been brought onto the moon by Cosmos, Encke probably would have been in a similar state. (Had he been in a similar state, anyway? That day was such a quite literally chaotic blur at this point that he hardly remembered such specific details--)

"I mean, for one, we get to enjoy being on the moon. In peace. Chaos can't get us here." At least, so far as he knew. That made his heart jump into his throat for a moment, but he swallowed it down before he thought any further on it. Cosmos had brought them there all those years ago for a reason.

It was safe.

Their safety, just like their homeworlds in space.

And it would be safe now.

"Pendour," he motioned to where the Neptunian transcended squire--transcended!--was standing in a small circle of people -- best leave her to that for now, "invited us all out here. Said she had some tea, some coloring pages, some watercolors, some stress relievers --," he overheard someone at a distance, turned his attention back to his husband, "think that chibi just brought in a bunch of hats."

Seemed an appropriate summary.

"Want to get some tea, spend some time staring at the stars? Maybe the sky's clear enough we can get a view of Uranus from here. Or we could color. Maybe get a funny hat?"

Without waiting for an answer, Encke was already headed for the selection of tea.