entrancelogs | Food and Fun

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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"Or great-great-great-great..." He does some mental math with his spoon, "-great-great-great grandparents. Or something. After a point, it gets so removed, you don't necessarily know where it came from." Only that fiends and devils were involved and if you've got that in your blood, you're wrong somehow. Molly shrugs. "I don't worry about it. I've got plenty I can control to worry about what I can't, and my blood and what people think are two of those things."

So there's that. He is spectacularly unbothered and expects that other people will learn to be too or suffer too many of the disappointments of life.

"You've actually met people you don't like?" Molly chuckles. "I think they're all funny, myself. A little sad, a little ornery, but adorable in how sullen and pissy they are for the most part."

Misty cants her head, listening as he recounts that history of how that word came to refer to him. Even then, as calm as he is about it, she still frowns. Even if she knows that is how it is. In her world. In his. It's why she's more than willing to circulate here, to try and get to know others, because so far here she's seen no reason to fear being who she is.

Though at that question, one brow arches. She actually shrugs. "It's hard to like those that burn you alive at the stake," she points out. "I didn't seek revenge on them, though many seem to believe I should have, but I refuse to like them. It hurt."

"Oh those types." Molly looks a little appalled, but only for a moment, before he's back to eating. "No, I can see where you wouldn't want to get involved with that. People really can be bastards sometimes even when you haven't done a damn thing wrong."

He'll avoid recounting Trostenwald- obviously that's a truth, where he can make up lies. And he has a good one for that. "My parents, gods bless them, said to me when I was wee- they said, 'Mollymauk, my love, you can be hateful and rude and vengeful to people who hurt you, or you can just keep smiling, 'cause the best revenge you'll ever get is showing the awful people in the world your teeth in a way they can't twist to fit their narrative.'"

"Or worse, when you do something wonderful. Like bringing a bird back to life," she says, still remembering the delight she felt in giving that sparrow a second change while others ignored one of God's creatures laying there among them.

Misty chuckles at that, nodding. "That's good advice. I let them live as they were... and with the worries that eventually the law would seek them out since they were the last ones to see me alive," she adds, having gotten a bit of comfort from it all. Just in her own way.

"That's fair. No one ever has a good day when they're suspected of murder." He knows because it has happened to him all too recently, and that went better than it could have. "We bank our little victorious for when life disappoints us, which it will do frequently."

Like a androgynous horned fortune cookie in a technicolor dream coat, this one.

Misty can't help but to smile, and not only because of the words but also the man presenting them. Already in Wonderland Misty is finding herself more comfortable around those that can understand, who embrace the differences she has lived her life tormented for. Both in her and in themselves.

"I love how you look at the world. Not everyone has that way about them. I know I don't always, though I try."

Molly gives a little flourishing bow. "Consider me an inspiration, then. It takes time to get to this point. You have to learn to not give a fuck, while still giving a fuck about other people, and that can be deeply difficult some days. Not every person in the world makes it easy."

Obviously, given the way she's described things. "But keep trying. It's worth it. Makes everything that much better for you and the people around you."

"I spent a lot of time in the middle of nowhere, not able to care about anyone," she admits. "When I came back in, I found the right people. Finally. And then I ended up in Hell," she says with a sigh.

"Now though, now I can only try and find it here. Where most seem a lot different than they do in other worlds. Maybe it's just what I've seen though."

"I'm figuring out that the situation we're in here is unique. A lot of people are probably inclined to be decent to one another because they don't have anywhere to hide. There's no money or status, so no one has anything above the rest, no laws so no one has any kind of authority. And everyone's just a little bit weird, so there's no need to get judgmental. It's interesting."

Like the kind of world Molly would like to see, but also one enclosed in a gilded cage. It's a honey trap of some kind, one he can't get too complacent about.

"Doesn't stop people most of the time," she points out. "They always find a way to try and make themselves better than others. Glad to see that it hasn't happened here. At least yet. You're right though, it's definitely interesting. Not like anything I've ever seen before."

He gingerly shoves the now empty bowl at her, grinning as he invades her personal space a bit. "Chin up, darling. And remember that anyone worth your time will think what you can do is brilliant, and fuck everyone else. And thank you very much for the delicious meal and the conversation."

He plants a fast kiss on the side of her head, and then skips off to another booth like an eager kid.

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