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Peter Pan ([personal profile] boyhood) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2014-07-04 11:39 am

OPEN | the "Lost People" mingle!

Who: Every lonely person with a story to tell! (Check out the OOC details if you haven't yet!) Oh, and Peter Pan ([personal profile] 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?

monopolies: I'm a psychic. (My name is Shawn Spencer.)

[personal profile] monopolies 2014-07-22 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If there's any ambiguity in Luke's smile, America doesn't see it. He goes right ahead and interprets that "we'll see" as an indication that their beloved Argos will remain appropriately bizarre. That's the reality America wants so that's the reality he'll live in. Willful ignorance and powerful delusions make sure of that.

Now with his worries eased, he can cheer up as Luke suggests. It's not so hard considering the evening's oddities have put him the pleasantly cloudy yet energetic and reckless haze of a manic drunk. So, really, not that different than usual. He perks right up at the offer and squeaks in delight.
]

Yeah!

[ As per usual, his attention spirals into space far away from Luke. Being neglected for an old shoe is even worse than being neglected for a shower. But America is on yet another mission to produce something that would go on RegrEtsy. Again it's tossed and shot with crack so sudden you'd think lightning had struck a tree. This time though the hole is through the side. He then starts glancing around the for more things to use. ]

What'd make a good roof?

[ He is making the shittiest birdhouse in existence. ]
alwaysnext: (super happy fun time)

[personal profile] alwaysnext 2014-07-24 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Half-expecting it, Luke doesn’t scream this time. Just flinches towards America, like some latent hero instinct is telling him to dive in front of the bullet to protect his faithful old shoe.]

Slate.

[Not good for a crappy birdhouse, but Luke’s not a mindreader. Slate is good for most other roofs Luke’s ever seen.

More important than Luke’s D in Fine Art is the asymmetry in the shoes. He retrieves it just to waggle it in America’s face and gloat.]


Look! You missed!
monopolies: I'm afraid your video will kill him. (This is my partner Radio Star.)

[personal profile] monopolies 2014-07-24 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ America seriously considers that option for a second, but looking around the party, he doesn't see any slate handy, and going back to the mansion to get some would seriously harsh his buzz.

There is, however, some plates on hand. He grabs a plastic one, waving it in front of Luke's face with a sly grin.
]

Did I?

[ He thinks he's being incredibly clever but he still hasn't figure out how to fasten the plate to the shoe. The normal solution of "FUCK IT, HOT GLUE" is not available at this time, so he starts trying to tie it on the opening with the laces.

The end result is flimsy and probably the worst thing America has ever built. But by god is he proud of it. He holds it up triumphantly.
]

Alright! Now to put it in a tree so some little birdies will have a place to stay for the night.

[ It's at this point that he seems to have forgotten that Luke exists. He wanders away with a single-minded goal, he starts assessing trees on which would be the best to climb. ]