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

[rues]

[ clarisse shrugs nonchalantly. true, she has been at the whole fighting thing a lot longer, but she's also naturally built for it. she never really had to work to be good at it. it's the one talent she can lay claim to. the only person who ever beat her in a fight was luke. (percy and annabeth only count on technicalities.) ]

Only since I was ten. Technically earlier, if you count all the fights I got into while I was still in school. [ weapons only came into play once she got to camp. you know, no big deal. ]

What? [ it's less of a word and more of a laugh. she jokes about this kind of stuff pretty casually, might wanna get used to it, adam. ] I don't know what you're talking about. [ she's totally innocent. see this face? completely 100% innocent. ]

[halfwinchester]

At least when you're "mortal," the scales are a little bit more even.

<sub>[Yeah, he'll give her being able to take him in a fight, that's not worth trying to argue, but Adam's not buying the little miss innocent act.

Who knew demi-gods were into sex on the beach. That's kind of... weird, actually.]</sub>

Right, uh huh. I don't actually want to know.

[rues]

Yeah. [ thanks for the reminder, adam. but he's really the only one who knows about her time without her dad's godly powers of basic fucking defense, so she'll let it slide. she's feeling good tonight, anyway, despite his reminding her that wonderland can strip away everything that makes her who she is. ] You been training? Felt like you suck a little less.

[ try not to take her shit-eating grin too seriously.

she's not really all that into sex on the beach (tried it once; felt like she was washing sand off her for days), but, really. where's his sense of humor? ] Oh, come on. It was a joke, Milligan, relax.

[halfwinchester]

_{[At the crack about his physical prowess, Adam scoffs.]}

How would you know? The first "fight" wasn't really a fight.

<sub>[More like a hit and run, but who's counting? That's filed away along with Clarisse's stint as a mortal.

But even with the spotlight shining on the fact Adam still is and will always be a feeble mortal (a half-dead one, at that), he is strangely relaxed for once. About as relaxed as he can remember feeling in a long damn time.]</sub>

The point stands. _{[He crosses his arms and stares Clarisse down, partially joking.]} I'll live without knowing about that or getting a mental picture of it.

[rues]

[ hey, she'd given him plenty of time to fight back, but that's neither here nor there. not when they've come this far, anyway. even if it's not really that far at all, they're at least over the part where she'd tried to beat the shit out of him. ]

I can just tell. Call it demigodly intuition, a gift from dear ole dad. [ although he really could have given her a cooler gift, like, you know, fire powers or something. whatever.

she lifts her shoulders nonchalantly. ] I wouldn't suggest finding out for yourself, anyway. [ she stares at him expectantly, eyebrow raised. ] I mean, you'd have to get yourself girlfriend first. [ the implication being that he can't. but her hands rise defensively, just in case girls aren't his type. ] Or, you know, a boyfriend. Whatever floats your boat. [ who'd really want to date adam, though? she'd be his wingman if he actually wanted to try and find out. ]

[halfwinchester]

<sub>[Adam's tempted to call bullshit on her, but since she is a demi-god and fathers are kind of a no man's land of conversation topics, he doesn't question her on her sixth sense about fighting ability.

This time.

Either way, he has an excuse for not having developed the skills of a pro wrestler that some demi-god might appreciate. Depending on how a person wanted to look at it, he had an excuse for not trying out every sex position known to man, too. He hadn't even made it through his second year of university when he'd died. The time to do anything and everything had more or less been snatched away from him.

The knowledge always stings, but it's also old news. Adam just shrugs and shakes his head.]</sub>

I've been dead longer than I was alive. Not a lot of chances for a guy to work on his game like that.

_{[Just saying, he's been busy.]}

[rues]

[ seems like almost every time they talk these days, he drops some kind of bomb like this on her. the last one was "surprise, i'm related to dean winchester and he fucked me over," and now it's "surprise, i'm dead." honestly, she really shouldn't be all that surprised, she just didn't exactly realize adam probably meant dean literally sold his soul until now. awkward. ]

[ all of that's really none of her business, though, so she's just going to ... sweep that little truth bomb under the rug and hope her curiosity doesn't ever get the better of her one of these days. ]

[ she throws a friendly punch his way, which is really more like a fist nudge than anything, grinning wide. ] Guess that means we've gotta work on your game, then. Last I checked, you're pretty alive here. No excuses, Milligan. [ seriously, he deserves to get laid. ]

[halfwinchester]

<sub>[Adam assumed that had come across in translation, the whole metaphysical damnation thing. Souls are a part of the divine in his mind; it's difficult to imagine supernatural gods don't deal in that territory no matter what they say.

He's certainly no expert, but it's not like his death(s) are a secret. They're a part of some fiction series, for Christ's sake.]</sub>

That depends on what you count as "alive."

_{[He takes the nudge to the arm without comment. All right, easy there, Rocky, you won the fight, let's not start taking swings at each other.]}

I've got other things to worry about, and I would've thought you do, too.

_{[He's too busy holding his shit together to work on romantic relationships. Any kind of interpersonal relationship is slow going as it is.]}