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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"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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Some of them ended up on the Farm. It's hard to hide talking flowers.
"Guess it would be. Communicators only work so much right? Before you need some human contact," a pause. "Or...contact in general."
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She looks at him, arching a brow. "Sentient plants? How wonderful could that be? I love it. Unless you need part of them, I guess."
She smiles then, beaming at him. "Everyone needs contact. Especially here. We need to know we're not alone in this."
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He thinks. He should probably ask Colin how the other nonhuman Fables are doing, but he's always afraid if he shows too much interest, they'll just ship him off to live there.
"Guess so. Everybody needs people."
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"I know I'm probably going to regret this, but what's the farm? Is that like when your dog died and your parents told you they went to live on a farm? So they just killed off the sentient flowers?"
It's upset her, and she's not good at hiding it. Though even then she offers Gren a tight smile. "Everyone does, you know. Even when it seems hard."
She means you, Mister. Even now before she knows it all.
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It's an ever present threat. Keep up your glamour or get sent to the Farm. He hates it. It's just another way to keep the lesser off Fables in a vice-grip. None of them can ever claw their way out of poverty because of it.
"Toad of Toad Hall got sent there recently, with his kid. Couldn't afford the glamours no more, so off they went. No more freedom for them. Don't matter if their sentient or not, they get to live like fuckin' animals if they like it or not. Most of them don't."
Colin continually escapes, though Bigby always gives the porky fucker an out. Guilt, probably, or some shit. He picks up what she's laying down though. For years, centuries he was, largely alone. But after coming to New York...well, things got different.
"Yeah, even when it's hard. Having people? Needing people? It's important. The luckiest people in the world, or however that Streisand song goes"
He says it like it was a song that came out yesterday instead of in the sixties. He kind of sucks at getting his dates lined up right.
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And it's horrible to her, brow furrowing and her mouth in a tight line just thinking about it.
Though she rolls her eyes when he goes into the songs, giving him a look.
"One, only music that matters is Stevie Nicks. Two, I mean it. It's all I've been looking for in my life. To find my people. Not letting Wonderland stop that either."
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He chuckles, giving a lazy salute.
"Got it. Only Stevie Nicks. And that's good. Finding your people."
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"I'm so sorry you all lived through that. It's horrible. Having lived in the shadows because of what I am, that's just awful." Yeah it may sound slightly like pity, though not for him exactly.
"Sorry I'm lecturing. I just... I want to see you happy if you can be here. I think everyone deserves it." But she's going to try and see that it happens for him if she can.
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