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

[braiding]

[ i was drawn to it. finnick knows his steps had been lead to his own mask of their own accord, him choosing to take it from its temporary resting hook to claim it permanently within his own grip. if he were given the chance to shed his own feathers, he would leap toward it, wings beating furiously to see himself bare and raw from being plucked. ]

[ finnick shrugs. ] I can't say I'm a fan of snakes myself ... [ his face scrunches up slightly. ] I never quite liked them slithering on the surface of the water. [ a snake has coiled itself tightly around him, breath poisonous and skin as white as snow. despite matt being drawn to the mask as though it had been crafted for his features, finnick would find himself unsettled if his feet chose to lead him toward what still has him trapped. ]

[irrelevance]

I never thought I was until I looked around and realized the world was full of them. If you can't beat them. . . [ he makes a circular come on, you can guess this motion with his hand, waiting for Finnick to finish that expression. he sounds way too happy to say that, to rub it in, to admit it out loud to himself and the world. his sanity is frayed at best and as much as he's tried to dial it back and tie it down, keep it bottled inside, it's only shooting back out with more force than ever. he's happy, but it's almost at an unhinged level. ]

Anyway, I don't swim much. [ he can't recall why that is. ] What's with the bird mask? [ he may not be wearing it, but if he's holding it then it's easy to point out. ]