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

[resent]

[ settling things requires payback. to cora, adam's gotten none of it, once again walking into his make believe doorknob. it's difficult for her to forgive and forget, wanting to go round two with aiden and ethan, either alone or together, and have it end in her favour, with the weight in her hands smacking their foreheads. if they were here, if they had extended the olive branch toward her after what they'd done — something that she believes to be worse than merely hitting adam in the eye with a fist cora knows to be powerful, without so much as feeling it crack the bones of her own cheek — she'd spit in their hands and throw another punch in their direction. ]

[ he's speaking another language with his own definition and example of settling things. no justice has been exacted for what the girl had done to him, making, yet, another go at him and coming out on top. his polar bear dip may have been met with an unusual smile on his face, but cora sees it — now with the context spread out for her against the sand — as an act of defeat, similar to stiles driving her home, rather than her walking with her shame and anger. ]

[ but rather than anger and heavy judgement coat her tone, there's something within the sand that seems to steal the tension away from her, the grief of boyd still hanging like a shawl across her shoulders, but its touch like that of his own ghostly hands. instead, her mouth curves upward just slightly, however, not out of mirth. ] By her kicking your ass again? [ cora cocks an eyebrow. she doesn't get it — and perhaps she never will. she was never born with a forgiving bone in her body, nor one that simply forgets. ]

[halfwinchester]

<sub>[There's a difference between forgiving and forgetting, and picking your battles. Adam's chosen the latter option. Forgiving and forgetting isn't a part of it, not totally.

Cora doesn't have to understand. It's not like he understands how to play pinball like this himself when he's the ball and every supernatural creature under the sun are the obstacles he's bouncing off of one after the other, but he does know that there's a stark difference between the pissed off demi-god he'd had in his face back then and what's gone on tonight. This had been on his terms, Adam's not Luke's.]</sub>

First of all, she surprised me before.

_{[A sucker punch to the face doesn't count as a fair fight, okay.]}

And second of all-- _{[He shrugs.]} I wasn't trying to win a fight.

<sub>[Maybe that sounds counterintuitive given that Clarisse is inviting people to wrestle her, but Adam knows what he means and that's all that matters. A serious fight is one for keeps. Life or death. Whether a soul stays in one piece or ends up broken up into fragments in the pit.

This hadn't been that, and that's the difference.]</sub>

[resent]

[ everything is a fight for survival. cora had never thought adam would get that, not before he'd revealed he knew monsters lingered beneath his bed and in the shadows of his closet, perhaps even wearing the skin of those he knew and perhaps even cared for. cora had been oblivious to it, the fight she had been born into without a choice to be measured for gear a soldier would wear, boots that were thick and too heavy for an eleven year old girl to strap to her ankles. but she did so, anyway — forced to, much like adam. ]

[ she doesn't think on it, expecting to understand the reasons why he took on a girl who had almost broken his face, giving him a bruise she doubted he wore with pride, like a badge of honour for having taken on a girl who was built like a powerhouse and with a fist stronger than any human's. to her, him taking on a girl requesting opponents to wrestle seems like a fight — it's within the lines of her body and the manner she takes adam down that has cora believing he'd wanted to best her by proving himself to not be the weak little human boy predators like her would think of him. cora's uncertain of what she thinks of adam, which makes his own answer one that doesn't quite sit well with her. if it's not for payback, then why offer himself as a canvas for the host's champion to brush a messy painting on? ]

[ if he wasn't trying to win — or even avenge himself, somewhat, even if this girl is a wolf withe strongest of breath and he's the weakest brick house around — then why? every fight has a purpose, some sort of catalyst, and every fight cora's been involved in has always reeked of vengeance. her brows furrow as she looks at him, expecting the answer to be written on his face or even in the sand beneath them. ] What were you trying to do?

[halfwinchester]

<sub>[He starts off the beach. Adam could always answer as honestly as he's able, but it won't make sense to anyone unless they've shared his sense of helpless frustration.

His dad, doing things behind his back he'd never dreamed of. Half-brothers, scaling the food chain to change something that could've affected the entire world. Not good enough at protecting his mother. Not good enough at protecting himself. He'd been living in a bubble since day one, never honing any type of skill that would've counted where it mattered. He'd been sheltered.

No more.]</sub>

I just wanted to. That's all.

_{[He'd wanted to do something and not hang back because he's the one person in a crowd who doesn't know how to play dodge ball. And he'd done it.]}