[Again, out of the twilight comes the piping, a slow, penetrating siren song that creeps around the corners of the mansion and over the grounds. Listen closely, because this time the music has a message for all of you who are fit to hear it: come out, come out, come out and play.
Peter Pan isn't leading anyone off to drown them in a river--not this time--but instead northeast, toward the forest. Maybe you're alone on your travels. Maybe you bump into another captive listener on your way. Maybe you just came out of the shower and wish Peter had waited ten more minutes for you to blow dry your hair. Either way, man or woman, young or old, here you are. Thanks to the music, you won't really care why.
In a wide half-circle, torches ring the area around the treeline and glint in random locations within the trees. A bonfire sits inside the circle, and with it everything you could possibly want to keep yourself sated. Alcohol? Marshmallows? A banana sandwich? Whatever you hope to find, your host might just give it to you. It's your party, after all. You're here to have fun.
Speaking of the host, Peter himself stands at the mouth of the forest to greet his guests, a young boy holding a set of pan pipes. A face mask that looks vaguely fox-like sits askew on his head, his face unobscured for the time being.]
You've all been invited to a party. My party. We have a story about the Pied Piper--someone who used his magic pipe to lead people to their doom with the power of a song. [He wags a finger.] That's not all true. I lead people, but only where they want to be.
You see, only special people could have found this place. The people who want... more, more than what you have now. More friends to laugh with. More fun. More reasons to not be alone in this world that took you away from your homes. Wonderland may have brought you here without a reason, but I brought you here for one--one less night spent alone.
Everyone here understands that wish. Enjoy that! We're in a prison together, might as well be together.
[Peter will be around, encouraging the festive mood that wins out over your daily worries. What could you possibly have to frown about, anyway? You're in good company, and the beat of the piper's music thrums heavily in the air. Why deny yourself some happiness?
Venture into the forest and you'll find more fires burning merrily to gather around, if you so choose, but that's not all there is to find. The torchlight helps to illuminate the masks strewn about the area. They're of every shape and size, some resembling animals like Peter's, some that are plain and simply obscure the eyes. They've been left like forgotten fruit all over the place, tucked against rocks, or hanging from tree branches. Perhaps you'll find one that calls to you in a way you can't really explain.
By the late evening, anyone caught wearing one of the masks will be pulled into a group bonfire dance by yours truly. Just in case there's any stubborn non-dancers in the group.]
(OOC: Go on and mingle away! Peter won't have an open post specifically for himself, but you can handwave him making the rounds if you want to meet him. If you want a thread, just make it clear somewhere that you're flagging him down!)
JULY 5TH | EVERYBODY!
Peter Pan isn't leading anyone off to drown them in a river--not this time--but instead northeast, toward the forest. Maybe you're alone on your travels. Maybe you bump into another captive listener on your way. Maybe you just came out of the shower and wish Peter had waited ten more minutes for you to blow dry your hair. Either way, man or woman, young or old, here you are. Thanks to the music, you won't really care why.
In a wide half-circle, torches ring the area around the treeline and glint in random locations within the trees. A bonfire sits inside the circle, and with it everything you could possibly want to keep yourself sated. Alcohol? Marshmallows? A banana sandwich? Whatever you hope to find, your host might just give it to you. It's your party, after all. You're here to have fun.
Speaking of the host, Peter himself stands at the mouth of the forest to greet his guests, a young boy holding a set of pan pipes. A face mask that looks vaguely fox-like sits askew on his head, his face unobscured for the time being.]
You've all been invited to a party. My party. We have a story about the Pied Piper--someone who used his magic pipe to lead people to their doom with the power of a song. [He wags a finger.] That's not all true. I lead people, but only where they want to be.
You see, only special people could have found this place. The people who want... more, more than what you have now. More friends to laugh with. More fun. More reasons to not be alone in this world that took you away from your homes. Wonderland may have brought you here without a reason, but I brought you here for one--one less night spent alone.
Everyone here understands that wish. Enjoy that! We're in a prison together, might as well be together.
[Peter will be around, encouraging the festive mood that wins out over your daily worries. What could you possibly have to frown about, anyway? You're in good company, and the beat of the piper's music thrums heavily in the air. Why deny yourself some happiness?
Venture into the forest and you'll find more fires burning merrily to gather around, if you so choose, but that's not all there is to find. The torchlight helps to illuminate the masks strewn about the area. They're of every shape and size, some resembling animals like Peter's, some that are plain and simply obscure the eyes. They've been left like forgotten fruit all over the place, tucked against rocks, or hanging from tree branches. Perhaps you'll find one that calls to you in a way you can't really explain.
By the late evening, anyone caught wearing one of the masks will be pulled into a group bonfire dance by yours truly. Just in case there's any stubborn non-dancers in the group.]
(OOC: Go on and mingle away! Peter won't have an open post specifically for himself, but you can handwave him making the rounds if you want to meet him. If you want a thread, just make it clear somewhere that you're flagging him down!)