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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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_{[Exorcists? Those are real, too? Adam listens, surprising even himself with how intently he takes in what she says.]}

Van Helsing and Dracula? _{[His eyebrows climb high on his forehead.]} That's all real, too?

_{[He remembers the story, practically everybody does, and if he stopped to think about it, maybe he shouldn't be surprised to have famous vampires and vampire hunters ringing his proverbial doorbell when he's had ghouls do the same in the past, just like she'd said. It's ironic that monsters had beaten hunters' best efforts and destroyed his life twice over, and yet... what does he know about them? Monsters, hunter organizations, the truth in fiction... what does he really know about any of it?

Not much.

Adam finds this so strangely funny that he bites back a laugh by the end of it. Despite all of the hunters he's met and his own half-brothers, none of them have ever talked this much to him about any of it.]}

Jesus. You know, I think that's the most anyone's ever told me since everything started. About monsters and the hunters. I went through Hell and back, but no one ever stopped to fill in the blanks.

How tragic. That sort of information could have saved your life.

[It's okay, Adam. She'll take care of you.]

If you ever need any assistance, or perhaps just for a talk, you can always find me.

_{[Tell him about it, Integra. It's such a profound understatement that Adam finds his lips curling upward, even as he toes the ground, unable to meet her gaze for a moment.

Plenty of things could have saved his life, but here we are. Life's funny that way.]}

Withholding things kind of runs in the family.

_{[And that's the closet he comes to bringing up his own hunter roots.]}

Probably will, it's a small world... but thanks.

Don't hold them to harshly against it. Sometimes they truly believe it is for the best. My own father did the same before he passed away.

_{[Oh, he will hold it against them, and plenty of other things, as well. His half-brothers in particular have given up any right to talk about family values or how they though they'd been doing their best.

Doing the best for themselves, maybe.

But the moment Integra brings up her own family--a father who'd lied about monsters to her?--Adam frowns, nonplussed. Her dad... had been like John?]}

What happened to him?

_{[Had his work taken its toll on him like it had for John, too?]}

He died when I was twelve. Before then I knew nothing about monsters. I was a normal only child: loved and sheltered. When he died I became the head of the organization and became consumed by all that was supernatural. It became my life.

[She sounds a little sad, however. It has taken such a toll on her. Sure, she was only twenty-two but she has killed more and seen more than a normal person in their lifetime.]

_{[He'd been twelve when he'd met his own father for the first time. Then, it'd been incredible enough getting to know the man (a lie), without what he did on the side coming into the picture.

Adam blinks. The roles had been reversed for him. He'd only found out the truth when he'd died. John had already been long dead.]}

You don't feel like if you'd known, something might have changed?

_{[It's an extremely personal question, and not one Adam asks lightly, or one he'd even ask at all under normal circumstances.]}

[She thought about that for a moment. What could have changed if she had known? She had changed a lot from that free-spirited child. She didn't see the world as she did now, there really wasn't much happiness once you know just how screwed up the world was. Could it have saved her father? Perhaps. Not really.]

What can a child do? My father would have still died and I would have become what I am now. [An apparently gorgeous loner with no friends and a very morbid outlook in life.] I don't think we can evade our fate. We can either delay it or rush it, as it would have happened had I been told of what lurks in the dark.

Fate. That's what you're calling it? Like it was meant to happen?

_{[That's bullshit. He's grown to hate that word, "fate." If the theme of their lives has already been decided for them as human beings, then that's the point? Why be born? Why fight? Why try to love people, and experience things? Why do anything?

His theme had been pain and death, he can see that now more clearly than ever. There's a certain amount of acceptance in seeing the angels' plan for what it'd been. They moved humans around like pieces on a chess board--Adam, too. They'd been playing God, orchestrating fate as they'd saw fit.

But choices had changed things. If he'd made better choices for himself, he could've stopped John, and Michael, and Sam, and Dean, all of them, from making choices for him.

What's the alternative, believing he'd ended up here no matter what? No, no way.]}

I don't buy it. That's just what they want people to think.

And who are these 'they' that you are referring to?

_{[Adam has to stop and think about what she means. Them?

It's easy to overlook that not everyone knows what he does.]}

God. Angels. _{[He shrugs.]} Higher powers setting down prophecies.

This is all a matter of faith and perspective. If you believe as I do that we were created by God then it is not such a wild conclusion to also believe that we were created for a purpose. May it be to defeat monsters or to die at the hands of them, I believe our fate is sealed but every action has a purpose.

Would you consider life fair? I don't. I have seen children slaughtered, mothers raped, young men and women slaughtered for foolish causes. Humans are bound to destroy themselves without the aid of monsters. I am sorry for what happened to you but perhaps there was nothing left for you in this world.

[Her words were perhaps cold but Integra had never been very good to share emotions. What she truly meant was that life was a bitch and as much as anyone could preach about the 'good things' in life, they never outweighed the good. Eternal peace sounded pleasant, to die and finally be able to rest was quite the thought for someone who was sick of her own twenty-two years of existence. Her purpose was to fight, though, until her enemies got the best of her so that was what she was doing. Adam had gotten lucky to her. To be murdered by monsters- well that was one easy way of getting into heaven.]

Perhaps I am being morbid. It doesn't matter in any case.

I don't mean faith, I mean the actual angels.

_{[None of that mystical, flowery stuff about invisible threads of fate. He means the real, tangible type of monster.

Adam knows by now that not everyone is aware of just how real the "higher powers" are (and how messed up they are in the head, just like people), but when she tries to imply it was his destiny to go out the way he had, he can't let that sit. It's not true, and belittles the truth. God's unknowable will had had exactly squat to do with it.]}

Oh, I know exactly why I died, it's not some mystery. And it wasn't because it was my time. _{[Adam's sure enough of that.]} If it was anyone, it was the angels. They pluck strings, that's their thing. God hasn't been in the picture for a while. It was just Michael running the show.

You said you were a hunter, so you should know.

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