+ FOURTH WALL EVENT: BEACH PARTY +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: The Beach!
When: Sept 5th to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: Are the other parties a little too crowded and chaotic for you? Come and chill by the water! And don't forget to have a look at the Fourth Wall Master Post for event rules, puzzle clues, and more places to mingle!
The Story:

Beginning on September 5th, much of the shoreline will be taken over by a massive beach party! As with all good Wonderland parties, it will be run day and night, always mysteriously tidy and always with food that replenishes itself.

At various points along the beach, there will be wheel barrels full of candy and treats, and torches for people to claim as their own. There are also volleyball nets, and when darkness falls they will light up like Christmas trees for those who want to play well into the night.

There are many places set up to sit - some with tables, some with pillows and blankets, many with shade, and some even dug out in the sand. There is music playing, but the source is unclear.

However, there's one thing that the curious may find - a message in a bottle. It will regenerate within five minutes if taken, allowing as many curious truth-seekers to investigate as possible.

Comments

[undealt]

If you knew me, you wouldn't have to ask that question. [he does a wrist flick that would make his impish storybrooke self giggle in delight.] Straightforward answers aren't really my style.

[and he has a doppelganger who seems to prize logic and reason over all else. it's almost funny.] And dare I ask what your particular niche is? I'm guessing it's something that's going to suit Wonderland very ill.

[lottawork]

[Embarks on overly-loquacious mind-games for sport, does he? Excellent, Rush thinks. Pure dead brilliant, that is. It would stand to reason, or to the utter lack thereof, that his significantly more clean-shaven atemporal duplicate would be as far removed as Nicholas Rush as possible for quantum separation to allow. Apposing the edges of similarity to the point where they might be easily delineated from one another.

How very fucking helpful.]

My niche, [Rush repeats acidly, casting as many aspersions as possible upon the word as possible via that single tonal twist. It then occurs to him that too much of the conversation has elapsed for him to take a rational out from that tacit request for his name, however condescendingly worded, and he has the option to take an irrational one but he finds he prefers not to, so he simply surveys Gold over the tops of his glasses with as much concentrated disdain as possible.]

You may refer to me as Dr. Rush, thank you.

[undealt]

Doctor Rush. [if Rush's tone casts aspersions on the word "niche," then the aspersions Gold casts on the word Doctor are tenfold with an edge of condescension to boot, as if he could convey mild insult and abject pity all in the same mocking scoff.]

Well, that really does explain everything, does it? Men of science have a tendency to find fault with magic.

[lottawork]

[Fortunately - or perhaps unfortunately, given one's perspective on the nature of such things - these sorts of exchanges have a tendency to permeate much of the upper echelons of the various intelligentsia. The scientific machismo bantered endlessly between departments is both sufficiently ignorant and a waste of his time, and this man is acting no better than the lot of them.

The similarities between them, it must be assumed, are purely cosmetic in nature.]

Yes, I suppose the musings of Clarke would be rather above your pay-grade, wouldn't they?