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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! ]

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"And this place is no different, so I guess just embracing what I do have here." A chance to be open about who she is and all she does. Things she's never had before this place. Not like this. Not outside of a single home for witches.

"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."

"Makes sense. You gotta enjoy what you got."

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."

"Just so long as we have it."

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."

"True."

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."

"it's a fairly twisted thing though. By the time you know how bad it is..." You don't remember what makes it so bad, and it's a frightening thought.

"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."

"Pretty much," he shrugs. "Some people just get stuck here- some people are just here for a little while then go on their merry fuckin' way. Don't seem to be any goddamn logic or pattern to it. We just gotta sit back and wait for whatever to happen."

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"And everyone's so sure this isn't Hell?" It's mostly rhetorical, but it isn't as if she's entirely wrong. Sounds like a way of tormenting people in Hell to her.

"Relatively sure."

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."

"Reassuring." Her mouth sets in a tight line as she thinks about that. "But thank you for being honest about it. I know most have tried to be so reassuring and dismissing my fears."

He lets out a rumbling chuckle.

"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?"

She gives him a tight smile, nodding. "I can't agree more. I want a world where I don't pay for existing, but not ... I would rather be here than Hell. Who wouldn't? But I'm not hiding from the possibility. Just some hells are better than others."

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?"

He gives a shrug. He often tends towards the morose when it comes to conversation. The cheery sort he is not. Not without a few drinks in him anyway.

"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."

She can't help but chuckle at that. "How they cook down that way, yeah. I enjoy it. I miss that about this place. The lands are all neat and even, and even the forest seems laid out. No hanging moss. No swamp lands. No mud. It's just so neat and clean. I don't know they can stand it."

She looks at Gren, arching a brow. "What's your swamp like?"

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"I hear you. It too fuckin' neat and tidy for my liking. Needs more shady places."

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.

"You ever get out into the woods? I'm workin' on markin' the trees, so we know how far we can go," she admits. "Which is a fun game of am I really tired or have I wandered too far," she adds, which is probably a crazy things to do, but it isw as much for her as anyone else that may see the marks.

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."

"Yeah? Don't go into the woods a whole lot," because woods were where wolves were- or rather one particular wolf. "Not a bad idea, though. Seein' how far Wonderland reaches. If this is a prison, it's gotta have a wall at some point, right? Even just a magic one. I know we can't swim out too far- there's fuckin' sea monsters out there or some shit."

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."

"Someone told me the same, about the sea monsters. And another guy, he told me about brambles in the woods that can hurt more than you think. I've been watching for them as well," she admits with a nod. "I've run into others in the woods, so I figure it will help others as well."

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."

"Didn't hear about the brambles, makes sense though, I guess. Deadly plants and shit. Pretty sure they were sentient in the original Wonderland."

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."

"Not run into them myself, but no reason not to believe the guy that told me," she says, considering that. "Do you know of any that I shouldn't listen to? He seemed nice enough, after I mistook his words," she admits, looking very sheepish to admit that.

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."

"Not really comes across anyone here that's been bullshitting, honestly, so you should be good" he shrugs- he doesn't trust easily, but no one here has actively lied to him. "But yeah, sentient plants. They sang songs, and shit. They got sent to the Farm- the few that got across from the Homelands. So they're living their little flower lives out there, I guess? Don't think anyone ate them or anything. "

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."

"Of course, by the time you learn they are..." She let's that hang there because despite knowing it can be an issue, she's one to trust even when others say that maybe she shouldn't.

"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.

"True, that's how the fuckers get you," he laughs, shaking his head. "Nah, it's where they send all us nonhuman Fables if we can't afford a glamour to look human, or can't get a glamour to work well enough to pass as human. So your giants, your billy goats gruff, your three little pigs and three bears- all those guys. They get sent there. They say it's a nice place, but we all know it's a fuckin' prison, just one with rolling fields."

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.

"So it's Wonderland," she says, figuring this place is a prison as much as Hell was but a lot nicer and kinder. Even with the events. "But that's just horrible in so many ways. I mean, like you said, it's like... like when they sent people to labor farms and asylums for being different."

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."

"Basically. They don't want them to go back to the Homelands, where they might blab all our secrets to the Adversary and his forces, but they sure as hell don't want to provide proper care for them, neither. It's bullshit."

He chuckles, giving a lazy salute.

"Got it. Only Stevie Nicks. And that's good. Finding your people."

Misty shakes her head, not pitying Gren but feeling for those of his world that deserved so much better. Not even knowing them, she's sure they deserved better than being treated like that, tossed aside and ignored.

"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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