Food and Fun - OPEN Gathering!

[livemoore]

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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[oneagainstall]

"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.

[twirlier]

"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."

[oneagainstall]

"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."

[twirlier]

"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."

[oneagainstall]

"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."

[twirlier]

"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."

[oneagainstall]

"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."

[twirlier]

"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.

[oneagainstall]

"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.

[twirlier]

"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."

[oneagainstall]

"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."

[twirlier]

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.

[oneagainstall]

"It's pretty shitty, and continues to be so. They got a change of deputy mayor now though- Snow White. She seems to give half of a shit about us, so maybe things will start to get better? I dunno."

Snow has a lot of trust to earn back before the disenfranchised community will completely back her. But she's trying, and that's more than anyone else has done in a longass time.

"Nah, it ain't lecturing. Makes sense. Carving a piece of something out here, making yourself happy while you're stick here."

[twirlier]

"Snow White." She repeats that with a smile, even if it may not be a good thing. That's a name she knows without reading the tale that comes with it. "I hope it works out, Gren. I really do."

She nods though at that. "Exactly. I know it's my only hope, so I figure I'm going to do the best I can. And try to do the best for everyone else I can."

[oneagainstall]

"So do I. It's been shit for a long time. Change has to happen eventually or it's gonna collapse in on itself."

Of that much, he's sure. Snow? Well, that's a big wait and see. Holly's got faith in her, though, so Gren will follow suit.

"Real altruistic of you, that. Looking out for people. Just try to not let anyone take advantage of you on that one."

[twirlier]

"I have faith in your world for you, Gren," she says, and there is conviction to her words, almost as if she believes if she says it right, she can will it into being.

That gives her pause, considering it. "My bad joke? They have to strive hard to match burning me at the stake," she points out. "But I'll try and be careful. Just until they show me a reason not to try, how can I not?"

Oh how words could come back to haunt her.

[oneagainstall]

"Glad someone does."

He's got a long way to go to believe things will eventually get better.

"Guess that's one way of looking at things," not Gren's way- where people have to prove their worth to him before he trusts them. "One that might get you hurt. But I guess I should commend you on trying. You probably make more friends, that way."

[twirlier]

"I count you as a friend," she points out to him, giving him a look as if challenging him to argue that with her. It's how a person become Misty's friend, obviously. She tells them and they are. "And if that means taking a chance for you? So be it. I'm willing to take that chance if it helps you."

Putting it that straight forward and pointblank to him.

"So I'm willing to be hurt for the right people." Or sometimes, everyone.

[oneagainstall]

"Likewise. In a fuckin' heartbeat."

Gren isn't one for sentimentality. He's not good at it, the words never come to him so easily. He's not especially poetic or easy with the lines. But he always means what he says- rough around the edges as they are, his words are as solid and unchanging as stone.

"But I'd rather you didn't get yourself hurt over me. I mean, I'm really fuckin' old and really fuckin' sturdy. I can take a lot more than you think. And if you got yourself hurt over me, then I'd have to get myself hurt over you and then where they fuck would we be? "

His tone is light towards the end there, but he absolutely means it.

[twirlier]

"Well, that's good. Otherwise you were going to get really pissy about me hanging around," she teases, smiling at him. A smile that grew as he talks about the circle that would begin in being hurt for one another.

"I promise that I will try not to get hurt for you. I make no promises. Ancient eldritch being or not? I may still try if I act without thinking."

It's what she does, whether it's safe or not.

[oneagainstall]

He laughs at that, a proper laugh. He's been doing that a lot more here lately, without the every present oppression of Fabletown looming over him. It's nice.

"Gotta say, you're one of the few people I've ever met that's actually said that. I don't know if you noticed or not, but I usually put people off. Pretty fuckin' abrasive, and all that shit."

[twirlier]

It's a good sound. Misty knows this place isn't good for everyone, but knowing she's not alone in finding a place here feels good.

"Hadn't noticed," she points out, but she looks a bit smug about it. "You haven't tried to kill me, and you haven't put a not so dead do-it-yourself boy at my feet and asked me to fix him so you're doing better than my other friends," she points out.

[oneagainstall]

"Wait, shit really?" that last part was sure...something. "What was he like... a fuckin' zombie or something?"

Yeah, this sounds like an interesting story and Gren's got a morbid sense of curiosity sometimes.

[twirlier]

Despite herself, and the severity of it, Misty can't help but to laugh. "Kind of, yeah. He... one of the witches had fallen hard for this boy but his friends were pretty bad. Did something they shouldn't have, and Madison, well, she flipped their bus from what I was told," she admits, shaking her head ruefully at the girl.

"The other witch wasn't willing to let him go though, so the pair stitched him up from a bunch of different parts from the crash. Then resurrected him."

Then she does sigh, shaking her head. "He wasn't all quite right, but that raising sure summoned me quick. I took him in, got him healing right with some of that mud I'm making,' she says. "He got better though. Body and mind. Not all there though, but he loves Zoe and he's still mad for him, so least there's that."

[oneagainstall]

He listens to her story, brows raised- though not shocked- more intrigued than anything else. Witches were always doing weird shit, so this was just par of the course. When she finishes, he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Well, fuck me, they really did drop a do-it-yourself boy on your doorstep. Gotta give that girl credit, I guess. There's not letting the universe strip you away from who you love, and then there's pretty much giving death the fuckin' middle finger and dragging them back."

Maybe not always the wisest choices, but one Gren could get behind.

"Guess that's all you can hope for, right? A little bit of happiness."