Liv Moore (
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entrancelogs2018-08-11 07:01 am
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Entry tags:
- #open,
- attack on titan: armin arlert,
- dangan ronpa: kokichi oma,
- fables: grendel,
- izombie: olivia moore,
- life is strange: max caulfield,
- lucifer: mazikeen,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- one piece: sanji,
- parks and rec: leslie knope,
- preacher: jesse custer,
- the walking dead: michonne,
- undertale: papyrus,
- undertale: sans
Food and Fun - OPEN Gathering!
Who: Everyone!
Where: Outside on the grounds, near the gardens
When: Saturday, August 11th
Rating: G! If you take it to an extreme sexy or extreme sad place, please warn in the subject line!
Summary: Liv and Papyrus host Wonderland's Inagural Inter-planetary Fod Festival!
The Story:

The stage has been set for everyone to have food from all over time and space, and Liv is possibly a little more excited about this than she should be. Her message with Papyrus didn't seem to drum up a ton of interest when they made their announcement, but she's hoping like hell this actually goes somewhere.
There's a table with Sharpie pens and little cards to write the name of the dish, main ingredients, and where it came from (plus the bringer's dish if they want) and three huge coolers filled with ice and various drinks like bottled water, juice boxes, soda, and beer for the adults (that one's labeled on top). Cutlury, napkins, and cups are taken care of! There's also music playing, the equivalent to what might as well be a random Pandora station not set on one specific genre of music. It easily goes from an Adele song to the Spice Girls and back around to something by Adam Lavine.
All that's really left, is for Liv to sit back and enjoy the day.
[ OOC: This is, obviously, a gathering post! Please top level, tag around, and have fun! ]
Where: Outside on the grounds, near the gardens
When: Saturday, August 11th
Rating: G! If you take it to an extreme sexy or extreme sad place, please warn in the subject line!
Summary: Liv and Papyrus host Wonderland's Inagural Inter-planetary Fod Festival!
The Story:

The stage has been set for everyone to have food from all over time and space, and Liv is possibly a little more excited about this than she should be. Her message with Papyrus didn't seem to drum up a ton of interest when they made their announcement, but she's hoping like hell this actually goes somewhere.
There's a table with Sharpie pens and little cards to write the name of the dish, main ingredients, and where it came from (plus the bringer's dish if they want) and three huge coolers filled with ice and various drinks like bottled water, juice boxes, soda, and beer for the adults (that one's labeled on top). Cutlury, napkins, and cups are taken care of! There's also music playing, the equivalent to what might as well be a random Pandora station not set on one specific genre of music. It easily goes from an Adele song to the Spice Girls and back around to something by Adam Lavine.
All that's really left, is for Liv to sit back and enjoy the day.
[ OOC: This is, obviously, a gathering post! Please top level, tag around, and have fun! ]
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"Hey yourself. It was more trying to size things up, and get a meal that maybe didn't just magical appear in front of me," she admits, amused though and in much better place than she was when she arrived. "I admit, didn't expect t'see you takin' part in this."
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He'd rather eat something he knew had at least an attempt of real-ness to it. Even if it was something as simple as a questionable New York hot dog. It might give him food poisoning, but at least it wouldn't inadvertently put him under a curse.
"I'm just here for the free food and booze," he chuckles. "This kinda mingling bullshit ain't my style at all."
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Which for Misty is a huge thing. She's not bothered by the magic of others, so long as she knows whose magic it is. There's too much here that is just them being blindsided by magic.
"I admit, I'm still uncertain about all of it, and most everyone, but at least this is outside. I don't know, I just feel more secure out here."
Not that she's entirely avoided the house, but her time is definitely balanced.
"Surprised no one here has started a still so they know what's in the alcohol too," she admits.
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Because he is already pretty damn done with Wonderland bullshit. Far better to it be magic someone knows how to control- instead of the magic of a place that's basically insanity personified.
"Well, if this sorta place suits you. The mansion can get pretty fuckin' crowded sometimes. There's a lotta room, but when you're used to having a lot of your own space, it sure feels cramped as fuck."
He chuckles at that.
"I'm surprised my buddy Shawn hasn't. He runs the boat-bar out there," he points to the boat bobbing just out to sea. "That sorta thing would be right up his alley. Though it's probably too much effort."
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"I guess it's because of those events that they don't let us spread out more? Haven't had to deal with one yet, but from what all I've been told, that at least makes sense." Not a sense she wants to conform to though she suspects she won't have much choice in the end.
Misty smiles at that, following the direction he points, planning to remembers that. A boat and bar sounds like a much better place to spend some time than some places here.
"I'll have to check that out, and without comments on things worth having are worth doing. Though I would be tempted to try my hand at it. My granddaddy had one, and can't be that hard in the long run. Unless I blow things up."
She sounds so calm about that, but then some days she isn't sure if life here is real or not.
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"Of course they say that. Sounds like a load of bullshit to me, just ways to keep you all fucking cowed, right? To follow whatever rules they set up."
It sounded an awful lot familiar to Fabletown. Be what they tell you or you'll get sent to the Famr or down the Witching Well. No real option but to toe the line.
"Yeah, Events are...well, they're a fuckin' experience. Best you can do is hope each one ain't gonna be so shitty," usually a hopeless wish. "Blowing things ups? Like...literally?"
He's not even surprised, more curious than anything else.
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She's heard it enough time, for more than one reason, and dealing with it without talking about it has always been a pain.
She holds up both hands with a smile. "I never saw one go sky high but it's been known to happen. Propane. Flammable alcohol. The middle of nowhere. It's a risk,' she says, shrugging dismissively at the idea. "And nothing you do intentionally, but it's why you don't keep them near the house."
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He's seen it time and time again. You live long enough, you see it become an unbreakable pattern of misery. He does let out a soft laugh at that mental image though.
"Huh, how about that. Makes perfect sense."
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"That said, with my wanderings? Seems there's plenty of room to make something like that a reality. I know it probably sounds crazy with the magic closets and all, but I kind of like the idea of fending for myself."
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Until it's taken away from them.
"I don't blame you. Magic always comes at a price, and I'd hate to see what's going to happen when Wonderland eventually comes to collect. Bound to happen eventually."
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Because she's had those same thoughts. About how long this could last, and how long before they took everything from them. How those kind of things worked. Magical workings as well as without the magic. The moment you settled in with what you had, the powers that be took it away from you.
"If the talks are true, by the time they come we may not know it. They take enough memories from us, and we won't even question it all."
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It's not a fact he's fond of. His memories are precious to him, as he expects they are to everyone trapped here. It makes sense Wonderland would try to take them- they're powerful things, memories. They're what makes a person.
"That's what they say happens. You die enough times and eventually the cost to bring you back is fuckin' more than you can actually pay."
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"Someone told me that some have been here for years though, and no one seemed to have a clue how long it would take for that to happen. And no one knowing seems to be the theme. Comforting it's not."
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He considers.
"I mean it's got a lot of Hell-themeing going on. But some people here are complete fucksticks, so it probably isn't."
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"Yeah, well. I don't sugar-coat shit. You want to hear it how it is? That's what I can do. Ain't no point pretending it's gonna be roses and sunshine when it's not, right?"
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She sighs, looking around. The laugh she gives is almost amused. "I suspect this isn't the kind of talk we're supposed to be having today, you know?"
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"Probably not," he glances down at her offering. "Swamp food, huh? I come from a different swamp, so it probably ain't the same, but props, still."
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She looks at Gren, arching a brow. "What's your swamp like?"
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He smiles, it's small, but it's there- remembering something long gone.
"It's in a place called Fryslân - in the mundy, it mirrors your uh...Scandinavia. So it ain't like American swamps. It's cold and not a lot of people go there- plus when I was there it was the sixth century so there wasn't like...buildings and shit there. But I liked it. It was quiet and I got some fuckin' peace."
Right up until Hrothgar started partying it up every night, anyway.
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Oh but she catches that smile, surprised for it but happy to have earned that.
"Well, you don't look a day over thirty five," she teases, still adjusting to those things. In a world where becoming the highest of witches means you're likely to die faster, meeting all these people that have been alive for centuries is amazing, and a bit intimidating.
"You should try the woods. They're quieter than up here by the house."
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He's not about to get himself into a turf war with whatever the hell is living in the deep. He does laugh at her comment though.
"I moisturise," he's absolutely joking. "But sure. I'll drop by sometime."
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Which is part of the woman that Misty is, no matter how many times that might turn on her.
Laughing though, eyes twinkling. "I'd like that. I mean, I like it out there, but it gets lonely sometimes."
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