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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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"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.

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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.

"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."

"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.

"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.

"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.

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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."

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.

"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.

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."

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."

And that is Misty's lesson from meeting other witches and spending time with them. Witches do really weird shit all the time. She can't even say she herself isn't like that herself.

"She really wasn't lettin' love go, so I guess I can't blame her on that. I will blame her for the worst sewing I've seen ever. I get it's flesh, but is a straight line and some actually solid lines too much t'ask? He still looks like someone slit his throat. He was doin' okay though when I came here. They might make it."

If she herself survived the Seven Wonders anyway. She just wants to assume they all did.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. All I've been looking for."

Witches are goddamn lunatics 90% of the time, in Gren's experience. Present company very much excluded, of course.

"...People do crazy shit when they're in love, I guess?"

Even drag their loved ones back from the grave, it seems. He offers her a small smile.

"You'll get it. Anything's possible here, right? Wonderland, and all that shit."

"I guess," she says, shaking her head. "Not ever... been there, I guess you could say, so I wouldn't know." She's barely been around anyone long enough to have a crush. The first ended abruptly with Hell.

She sadly keeps waiting for life to intervene again.

Laughing though at how he words it. "Yeah, and all that shit."

"Me either. Never really found the right person, y'know" a pause, a shrug. "Plus there's the whole...uh monster thing. People generally don't dig it, unless they're really fuckin' weird."

He'll come to regret that comment, one day, probably.

"There ya go. Thanks for not being terrible with this one thing, Wonderland."

Misty fell silent a minute, biting at her lower lip a moment but in the end, not much she could say. She is really weird, she supposes.

"Trust me, there's more than one thing it's not terrible at," she says, nudging him with her elbow. "But what would I know. I'm kind of in that whole monster category according to some."

He catches that, but doesn't take it for what it actually means- assuming her silence is to spare his feelings. Not a needed act, really, in his opinion. A delicate flower he was not.

He gives a soft snort at her comment, shaking his head.

"Misty, you're a lotta things, but 'monster' ain't one'a them. If anyone says otherwise, you can tell them to go fuck themselves. Or send them my way, I'll do it. "

She glances around, just to see if anyone is listening to their conversation. Not that she's entirely hiding everything, but it doesn't need to be broadcast either. "Lots of people think I'm a monster for being a witch, Gren. Why they killed me. Not to mention?"

She pauses before admitting the rest. It's one thing to assume Gren won't hold it against her, and another to say it and face being wrong. Especially with Gren.

"I've helped kill a man. I've lived through being locked in a coffin. I have, if we're honest, escaped Hell. Kinda falls in that category to some," she points out. "I'm not bothered to think of myself that way."

Though it makes her smile that he would defend her. "But anyone says it cruelly, and I'll let you know."

It doesn't bother Gren. Blood on one's hands...well, that's just part and parcel of his entire existence. He's lost count of the number of people he's willingly killed. Hundreds, at least, possibly even thousands.

"No judgement on that one. We do what we gotta."

Or don't- as was the case of him. He lets out a soft 'heh'.

"Please do, I'll make 'em see the error of their ways."

"And I knew you would understand that when I told you. Most wouldn't." She's aware of the reactions of many to such admissions, and how she's been looked at for saving lives. She can't imagine how some would react to taking a life.

"Why I like talking to you, Gren. I don't feel like I have to be anyone else with you. Just me."

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