OPEN | the "Lost People" mingle!

[boyhood]

Who: Every lonely person with a story to tell! (Check out the OOC details if you haven't yet!) Oh, and Peter Pan (boyhood), too.
Where: Mingles are out on the mansion grounds.
When: June 4th-6th, night.
Rating: PG-13? We'll see.
Summary: Peter is up to old tricks. Using his influence as the Pied Piper, Peter gathers together everyone in Wonderland he can for a celebration. Are you ready to make some new friends, sad sacks? This doubles as a convenient excuse to see how many vulnerable children there are.
The Story:



So you heard a little tune on the air and you've come to play! The more, the merrier. Night 1 isn't strictly an action event, but if you'd like to have your characters react, or just want to thread something out for that time, go for it. Night 2 and Night 3 are where the action's at. The prompts are general ideas of what's going on!

Anyone who isn't invited is going to find they can't figure out where everyone's disappeared to, exactly, and if they do go to a location, it's going to look like nothing's going on. Strange, huh? For those who are invited, he only rule is this: mingle to your hearts' content! Make new posts, tag into things, do what makes the most fun!

After each night, everyone will be free to disperse before the sun comes up. They'll wake up in their beds feeling refreshed, with the pleasant, surreal sense they've just had a sweet dream.

Except it wasn't really a dream, was it?

Comments

[irrelevance]

[ the only ( sort of but not really ) friend he has is quieter than usual, more reclusive and it leaves Matt vulnerable to the hard tug of Peter's pipes once more. he leaves his photographs soaking and walks out of the dark room without shutting the door behind him to follow the call. for once, he doesn't feel like he's experiencing the world from underwater, with a muffled sense of sound and blurry vision, and a detachment from everything. he can appreciate the stars in the sky, the smell of roasted marshmallows and maybe hot dogs. the rush of laughter as soft as the wind and company that he truly belongs in.

he settles into the sway of things in a matter of seconds, openly trusting a group for a game of blind tag near the hedge maze. he can't see anything out of the blindfold, and he's currently spinning around to lose his direction, believing that whatever happens, he'll be fine. he's with friends. his innocence returns to him and he shuts down whatever part of him wants to argue it. the part that fights it and says this isn't real is silenced and pushed under a rug, because maybe he needs this. he needs to believe that there's good in the world and he can be a part of it. ]

...Nine, ten! [ he announces cheerily, with a laugh in the works as he stumbles, demonstrating that he's dizzy enough. ]

[camebefore]

[Hannibal's laughter is one of those blending in with the others. Matt may be one of the few who can claim to have heard it if he remembers any of this tomorrow. A light touch of cold fingertips pushes gently against Matt's shoulder before the whisper of grass around ankles marks a retreat behind him, heading towards the maze.]

[A darker voice in Hannibal tries to protest, to demand to hunt and kill instead of be among these people and of them. Doors of memory slam and shut it away into nothingness. Why would he be worried, afraid or surviving? These people are his friends and the family he has always lacked. Aren't they?]

You'll never catch me!

[irrelevance]

We'll see about that. [ he spins, tries to grasp at the person that pushed on his shoulders to no avail. he misses but that doesn't discourage him, not here, not in the one place in all the worlds that encourages him to be who he is. that whispers about all that he's capable of. he can do anything, and that includes catching his friends with a blindfold on. ]

You can run all you want, but I'm going to catch you!

[camebefore]

Never!

[Racing through the darkness would never be high on Hannibal's list of things to do with a stranger chasing on a normal night unless it is a hunting trip, but it feels too normal now. The hedge maze should seem a bad place to be in the night, but it's a place laid open for fun as he dodges into there.]

[But he can't help the peek out to see if Matt is cheating by looking under his blindfold or no. That might be a marshmallow soaring towards Matt's head as a tease.]

[irrelevance]

[ to be fair, they aren't exactly strangers. they've shared words. but yes, they do know scarce little about each other. that can change in an instant. he already feels it shifting within himself. it's an unsettling plunge into darkness and trust ( the lengths of which he's never scratched the surface of ) to chase after a group with no sense of sight, and to expect everything will turn out alright.

he feels a marshmallow smack into his nose and he laughs, but quickly tries to come across as huffy. ] Who threw that?

[camebefore]

[Ask obviously doesn't help find out who but it does bring in two more marshmallows heading in Matt's direction. Laughter follows from deeper into the maze. In a shadow Hannibal crouches and waits. Someone probably won't be thrilled that he stole the entire bag, but who cares? It's a party!]

Come on, Matt. I thought you said you were going to catch us?

[The accent is unmistakable, but who knows what one can make out with the music going. It's a harmless hunt tonight.]

You're not cheating, are you? [So for now he lays in wait to pounce or run past Matt should he come this way.]