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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 (

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?

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[ It's weird getting this offer from Adam. Really weird. Not because it's bad or anything, but because Blake's the one that's usually offering.

He sighs and throws his hands up, tired and sore and just ready to be done with everything at the moment. ]

Think I can— handle it. Prob'ly. Crowley's not exactly got me shakin' in my shoes, just... drinkin' like a fish.

[ Huff huff. No one should be able to get this deep under Blake's skin. ]

_{[The name rings a bell. Several, actually. An armada of bells.]}

Crowley? Like the Englishman with the beard, Crowley?

_{[Or should he say, the guy that demon is possessing, because that's what they do, right? Possess people like angels without asking permission? They are talking about the same guy, aren't they?

Adam's eyebrows climb his forehead. The demons had never bothered him much, and he'd been sticking clear of that particular one since the truth that Crowley had known all along who he was had come out, but it hits a little closer to home when people he knows know them.]}

How do you know him?

He's uh. [ Blake scratches his eyebrow trying to hide some of his personal concern over saying anything at all. But Adam's a friend, right? And they have enough of an understanding between them, as far as he's concerned. ] He's actually Scottish.

[ John clears his throat and crosses his arms. ] We met here. We're— friends. [ The kind of friends that inspiring binge drinking, apparently. ]

_{[It's a strange reaction, coming from Blake. He hadn't been half this shy admitting his connection to Dean when palling around with his half-brother hadn't, and wouldn't ever, win him any awards.]}

He's Scottish, or his body's Scottish?

_{[Adam doesn't turn it into an accusation, not yet, but the emphasis on the distinction is there.]}

You were talking about not trusting people ever again. That because of being "friends"?

_{[He'd almost believed Crowley was a cut above the rest, and he still likes him more than the angels, but Crowley is already a confirmed liar and someone without a human soul.

You don't befriend monsters unless you're ready to have that friendship thrown back in your face at any moment.]}

[ Funny, Dean said something similar. It's essentially the same sentiment as "if you lie down with dogs you'll get up with fleas." The difference being, of course, Crowley's the dog that can will away the fleas under the right circumstances. Or, at least, it had (mostly) felt that way.

Blake avoids mentioning that he thinks both Crowley and his vessel are Scottish, mostly because he doesn't really know if they were (or are) two different people or not (and at this point, he doesn't care). ]

That's 'cause of bein' drunk. But... yeah, sorta. [ Ugh. Blake is hiding his phone from himself the next time he does any serious drinking. ]

_{[That answers nothing. Normally, Adam wouldn't care about digging into somebody else's business, but these aren't normal circumstances. He stands there in silence for a moment or two, and from his unflinching stare, it's clear he's not taking the deflections at face value.]}

Sort of? What kind of sort of?

_{[Blake can keep his secrets if he wants to, but maybe it's about time he explained what that's supposed to mean.

Didn't Dean ever bother teaching this guy not to hang out with monsters?]}

[ Check and check. Dean had warned Blake away from Crowley (twice) and John had decided it was worth the risk anyway. As luck would have it, that's come back to bite him in the ass. Of course, it could be a lot worse. ]

Yeah, I dunno. Sorta. We're sorta friends, it's sorta complicated, and a bit fucked. Totally fucked. But...

[ Ugh, his head. He could use a dozen Tylenol at this point. ]

It's survivable. That's what matters, right?

_{[It's no wonder Blake and Dean get along, the man shares the same penchant for crap excuses as his brothers. Blake being the victim here saves him from just being an idiot like the Winchesters. They buddy up with Castiel, knowing exactly what he is, what he's capable of, but Crowley is like Zachariah, he's manipulative.

At least Blake recognizes it's totally fucked. Because it is.]}

No, not really.

_{[As if his answer might not hit it home enough, he shakes his head, too. Surviving a "friendship" with the neighborhood monster? That should be a one-time thing, a story you tell people as a cautionary tale, not/i> something you do more than once.]}

You're telling me you're "friends" with Crowley, and that... what? What that was is just water under the bridge? You know he's a demon. And he's not exactly big on the truth.

_{[So Adam doesn't see what the problem is here. He's one of the monsters, ditch him. It's as simple as that.]}

[ It's mighty strange to be chastised by Adam Milligan, but it has a meaningful effect on Blake. And maybe not a positive one, though he keeps the majority of his discomfort at bay. ]

He doesn't lie to me. He doesn't— He bends truths, yes, but he doesn't lie. And—

[ Blake shakes his head. How is that different? How is he even defending Crowley at this point, after everything he's done? It's probably not a great sign. ]

No, you're right. He's an asshole, I'm an idiot, and you're right...

_{[Adam just looks at Blake, more baffled by the minute.]}

You should hear yourself right now. That is a lie.

_{[If Adam knew all the shit Crowley had stirred up outside of what he'd already withheld from Adam, he'd be even more convinced of that fact--and that Blake should get his head on straight, and fast.]}

What's he got on you? Do Sam and Dean know about this?

He's got nothin' on me that I haven't given him myself. [ That much Blake is certain of. ] And I don't know why anyone but me an' him need to be involved in this. Pretty good at takin' care of myself.

[ Of course, this is right on the heels of a night that probably speaks to the contrary. ]

_{[He feels a sharp pinch of alarm and concern.

Deja vu. The words are unsettling, because he's heard them come from the mouth of a naive guy who'd wrongly thought he had everything under control when he really hadn't at all. Like a nostalgic song on the radio that brings back nothing but unpleasant memories for a time in your life you don't want to remember.]}

I said almost the exact same thing to Sam and Dean when I met the angels. And you know how that turned out, you said so yourself.

_{[On very few topics does Adam feel like he's an absolute authority. This one, he knows he's right about.]}

Just because you haven't died 'cause of him yet doesn't mean it wouldn't happen if we weren't living in the Playboy Mansion here. I wouldn't have thought you needed reminding, but you've been around this stuff too long to think you've got it handled. So what's he really got that's makes you think this is worth it?

_{[Because unless it's worth dying for without reward, Blake's still going to be human, and Crowley's still going to be not.

No one besides other people who've been there are going to understand something that's crawled out of Hell on equal terms. Blake's on the losing side no matter how you spin it.]}

[ Nope. This conversation is over. As much as Blake appreciates Adam's company and his opinion, he doesn't have the answers Adam's looking for, not at the moment, and he doesn't even like the idea of pondering on it.

He shakes his head, looks at his watch, and sighs. ]

Look, we're gonna need to have this conversation another time, okay? Got some stuff I gotta do, anyway...

[ Particularly, stuff that involves avoiding this conversation. ]

_{[Watching someone make the same kind of mistake he had right in front of his face is painful, like an itch Adam can't scratch. He doesn't fold his hand.]}

Don't bullshit me. You were being more honest when you were drunk texting.

_{[Blake might want to shut down over whatever he's got going on, but he could do the courtesy of owning up to it and not tossing out flimsy excuses.]}

You think you're okay now, but the long leash Wonderland puts us on doesn't mean you're safe. When you get into trouble--and you are--just remember some of us are offering you a hand up.

[ A hand up is good. A hand up helps. Blake finds it hard to ask for help under any circumstances, but the idea that there's someone there for him only sits heavily in that he hardly feels he's worth it.

Blake runs a hand down his face and deflates. His head's throbbing and he's not even sure what's up and what's down anymore. ]

Duly noted. And I appreciate it. Really. Just gotta... figure some stuff out on my own, y'know? Things I don't think anyone can help with but me.

[ He's always relied upon himself and that's how he works best, right? This is what he tells himself, at least, since he's made it this far by himself. ]

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