[OPEN] Catch-all!

[onsilksheets]

Who: Bela and Wonderland
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
When: Across the event!
Rating: PG-13 for now. Will update as needed
Summary: A fun-filled weekend full of alcohol, flirting and vengeance. Followed by regret when the event ends
The Story:

From the moment she woke up on Friday morning, Bela felt a need. But it wasn't just for one thing. She thought nothing of it until later on in the day when Bela found herself asking the closet in her room for a bottle of vintage Chardonnay. The drinking steadily increases over the course of the weekend- though she has just enough restraint to prevent herself from passing out.

Other cravings reared their heads as well. The desire for company. For intimacy. To feel wanted and needed. If Bela was laying on the charm and flirtation pretty thick, then no one was safe. She would understand completely if no one was swayed by her (very obvious) charms and back off; Bela would count it as their loss instead of hers.

By late Sunday, her hatred for those who had wronged her had increased and Bela was seeking retribution. The Winchesters especially. Demons too. They had ruined her life and hindered her plans. Seeking vengeance..no, justice for what they had done seemed right in her eyes.

Nothing would stop her.

((ooc: An event post for those I have plans with but also for those who want to join in the fun. Action or prose is fine :D))

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[thepointisdolphins]

By Sunday Crowley is a bit of a mess from trying very, very, very hard not to start cursing the entire population of Wonderland or setting the whole place on fire. He's tried to dissuade the more demonic cravings with a more generalized craving for things like alcohol and sleep. It worked the last two days, but today everything is just too intense and sharp, and the feeling of needing to hurt people is starting to scare him. He knows he's going to start trying to break people's minds open if he doesn't isolate himself soon.

So he's heading back toward his room, wine bottle in one hand when he turns a corner and bumps into Bela. He stumbles a bit, but barely registers who it even is before he's moving past her with a muttered, "'Scuse me." Bela is one of the last people he wants to see right now. He kind of likes her.

Even that quick glance at her face triggers something feral in him, though, because she's been corrupted by demons before, he knows it, and he desperately wants to pull the truth of her history out of her, maybe see if he can do worse--so he tries to walk away from her as fast as he can.

[jolting]

Victor saw that man's post about their cravings being on over-drive, but he didn't see anything wrong with what he wanted. So if he happened to run into someone whose needs met up with his, he'd be more than happy to share the indulgence.

[ganking]

It's an odd sort of mutual truce he feels he has with Bela. Not that Dean minds, he has too many other, much more dangerous people to keep an eye on... and as much as he knows she can be a pain, he's glad for whatever sort of resolution his other-self and Bela had managed to find beforehand. It leaves him feeling that she won't be too much of a problem during his stay in Wonderland.

Of course, that doesn't mean Dean directly seeks out her company... Or really even wants it when he does spot her, not when she has that look on the face which screams angry woman on a mission.

But then, it's not like he can really keep his mouth shut either.

"You're lookin' all sorts of riled up."

[thehobbsgirl]

Abigail is jealous of all the people who have cravings for things they can touch, can get from a magic closet or from the people around them. She's seen them: gorging themselves on candy, dancing, flirting, fighting. But she's figured out by now that, by some cruel twist of fate, she only wants things from the dead. She wants to be forgiven by those she has wronged, wants to get revenge on her father for everything he did. None of it is possible, so she can't sleep, can't focus.

It's late Saturday night and Abigail is wandering the mansion trying not to think about how much she would like to have been the one to kill her father, not to imagine different scenarios in which she'd been the one with the knife. If she'd acted first, could she have saved her mother?

She's so deep in her thoughts that, when she spots Bela, it takes her a moment to recognize the woman as one of the first people she talked to after she arrived. The English lady, the one who had told her actual, helpful facts instead of vague platitudes about how it was all going to be fine. Abigail, perceptive as she is, immediately notices the smell of alcohol: well, that is one kind of craving to have, isn't it?

"Hey Bela," she says, with a small, rather stiff wave.

[goesdown]

Crowley wasn't entirely enjoying his weekend. Sure, he'd spent much time around the people he felt most attached to, but at the end of the day, he wasn't exactly getting warm and positive responses and he wracked his brain for people who actually did treat him warmly.

Bela may not have been his bestie, but they got along, right? She was flirty and pleasant and that was about what he needed right now.

That thought process is what brought him knocking on her door towards the end of all of the event.