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“Peter Pan’s an asshole, and I’m not just saying that because I live with him,” Mellie laughed. “Goodness. Language. Sorry. But you know, I completely understand not wanting to grow up, that’s why I work here, and play video games in my spare time like a twelve-year-old boy, but Peter Pan is just a jerk who cannot love, and Wendy was smart to leave, okay?”
She laughed a little louder than she meant to, her cheeks rounding out as a big smile grew on her face, “Honest to god, I don’t blame Wendy for leaving Neverland. I think she was smart as heck. She's a smart girl with a lot of potential and she wasn’t going to wait around and take care of a bunch of immature boys who refused to take anything seriously,” She shrugged, “I would have been out there ASAP if I was her too.”
Riley wasn’t the type to be moody. Even when he was exhausted, upset, angry, bitter, you name it, he found a way to smile. Maybe it was the childlike excitement that came with working at Disney, or maybe that’s just how his personality was. Looking miserable never helped anything. In his case, it always helped to look happy. It made others around you brighten up, and in the last few weeks, he had noticed that Gracie almost always did the same. They obviously weren’t exactly alike, but when she was out there being Wendy? You didn’t know she was someone else. It wasn’t a costume. It wasn’t a show. It wasn’t some silly job. When they walked out and saw all those kids? They were Peter and Wendy. They were the dynamic duo that little kids looked up to. It was something that somehow carried out of character as well, until eventually, he found himself being quite fond of the brunette. “My contract says absolutely nothing over favoring Wendy. Plus, I’m not in costume yet so–” He chuckled fondly, shrugging his shoulders.
What he thought of Gracie aside, they truly did work together. Downtime was nice, but walking around alone wasn’t half as fun as walking around with her. After all, who wanted to play make believe by themselves? Kids usually didn’t, so why would adults be any different? “Well then, we’ll just have to stick together.” He mused, nose scrunching up as he grinned. Taking one last sip of his coffee, he tried not to choke on it as laughter bubbled up in the back of his throat. Managing to get it down somehow, he took in a breath and laughed. “I would argue with you if that didn’t make me nearly fucking choke.” He finally managed, with a doofy smile going from ear to ear. Maybe he had always been one to laugh at everything, but he still thought there was some truth behind the joke. If he didn’t get cast with a good Wendy well… Who would Peter be if he couldn’t find a good partner? Tink? Wendy? The lost boys? They all mattered, so Gracie mattered.
Plus, they were friends now, right? Of course Riley needed his friends around. Humming under his breath, he placed the mug down. “Alright Wendybird, let’s go get this show on the road, shall we?”
She gave an overly dramatic gasp and put a hand to her chest when he cursed, “Watch your language, Riley!” She said, very obviously joking, “You’re lucky the Disney police didn’t come out from their secret panels in the wall and fire you or something worse!” There was a grin on her face as she laughed. In the outside world of people who had never worked at a Disney theme park, there were all these intense rumors and stories about how the employees were always being watched and were controlled by some sort of overlord-type upper level employers. Sure, they were strict with their rules and could be a little bit harsh with their punishments sometimes. But Disney was a very large company with a very specific and important brand image to uphold. She was never surprised about how strict they were about their rules, and they weren’t nearly as absurd as the rumors built them up to be.
Gracie chugged down the rest of her coffee, needing as much as she could get, and then got up to place her mug in the break room sink. The blue flats on her feet tapped quietly on the tile floor as she walked to Riley and linked her arm in his, “Today’s gonna be a good day,” She proclaimed. It was one of those mornings where she could just feel it in her bones. Things were going to go well, and she felt like saying it aloud would make it even more true, “But you better get yourself all custome-d up, because I think I’m going to look rather silly all dressed up like this when you’re in pants and a t-shirt.”
“I spent like ten minutes talking to this incredible little kid today who told me Anna helped him stand up to his bullies at school, and afterward, when we were taking a picture, I asked his little sister if she wanted to be in the picture too and she shouts ‘NO, I LIKE TANGLED’. So they have a picture of a legit laugh from me. No forced Disney Princess smile. Oops.”
“That’s so sweet!” She put a hand on her chest at the story of the little boy who was able to stand up to his bullies. Then, Gracie laughed, “I get that kind of thing a lot too but it’s usually little girls who want photos with Tinkerbell and Peter Pan and then when I ask if they want a photo with me, they usually look at me like I’m crazy. Last week a little girl told me I was "absolutely ridiculous” for leaving Neverland and not staying with Peter. Her parents were so embarrassed and apologetic but I just thought it was funny.”
The blonde smiled softly, an apologetic look on her face. “Oh, thank you so much. It shouldn’t take too long if you have to get ready.” She explained quickly. “You can just put them anywhere, as long as you don’t overlap them. I think I was just being too hard on the wig this time.” Nova giggled, a soft embarrassed blush appearing on her cheeks.
She shook her head, “Oh no no, I’m already ready to go for my shift. I’m just not the best with other people’s costumes and all that. It took me a few weeks to get Wendy’s look down perfect, and now the only reason I can get it right is because I pretty much turn into a robot when I’m getting ready,” She laughed as she started carefully placing the flowers into the blonde wig. Her hands were shaking a bit, and she was glad that she was behind the girl so that she couldn’t notice, “I think I’m lucky that Wendy’s costume and all is fairly simplistic. I don’t have to wear a wig or put on any kind of complicated makeup like some of the other characters do.”
Looking up from his laptop, his own work remaining untouched before him despite how busy he was attempting to make himself appear, finding it easier to avoid conversation that way when others thought that you were drowning in thought, Hale frowned momentarily as he attempted to think back to the Tram’s schedule, a fleeting memory of it changing coming to mind but otherwise remaining as clueless as the other appeared to be on the subject. “— There’s always Lot B,” Hale replied after a long moment, eyes returning to his screen then as he gave a slight shrug. “Everyone seems to forget that there’s a stop out there for character buses, so it’s usually fairly deserted. And always a shuttle waiting.”
Gracie took a few seconds of her own to recall the lot he was talking about, finally nodding her head when she remembered, “Oh, you’re right,” She was still half in her own thoughts, trying to remember the quickest route to the Lot from where she’d be when her shift ended, “I guess if there’s already a shuttle waiting, they wouldn’t mind taking me even if they’ve technically stopped running for the night, right?” Maybe she could ask someone to hold a tram for her until she was able to make it to the station, “I just don’t want to have to walk all the way home at night after working all day, y’know?”
After pouring the brunette a cup of coffee, Riley finally made his way back to their little table. “I personally like the little Wendy’s much more.” He reassured her teasingly, a fond smile gracing his lips. Although he loved just about every kid who came to say hello to them, there was something heartwarming about the ones who dressed up. Seeing them run up like an excited little bunny and just jumping from joy in their costumes. Sometimes the kids looked better than they did, and this was their job. It was just– a great job. There was no topping what Gracie and him did for a living.
Taking a seat across from her, he sipped at the brim of his drink. It was still hot, which was nice but rare for a popular break room. Luckily, they seemed to get their pretty early this morning, which meant they could take their time getting out there (Although he doubted they’d take too long anyways). “So, I know the schedule says we can walk around separately after the parade, but I think it’s more fun if we walk around together. What do you think? Give the kids a chance to see Wendybird and Peter Pan in action?” Yeah, this was definitely the best job, and Gracie was a huge part of that.
She took a long, slow sip from the coffee in her cup and reveled in it’s warmth. Gracie definitely needed the caffeine considering she’d worked such a late night shift at the diner last night and then had to wake up so early for her job at Disney this morning. She was sure that once she got out into the park with the crowds and the kids and everyone that the energy that came with Disney would have her pepped up and ready to go, but the help of the caffeine certainly couldn’t hurt, “I’m pretty sure that, as Peter Pan himself, you have to say that. It’s probably in your contract or something,” She teased.
When Riley suggested walking around together, she nodded enthusiastically, “The amount of times I get asked, “Where’s Peter?” when I walk around on my own is insane,” She said before taking another sip of coffee, “I think we work better as a pair anyway,” Gracie told him truthfully. When she was out in the park, playing Wendy opposite of Riley’s Peter Pan, she felt like she could truly let go and get lost in the character. She’d almost forget that she was Gracie altogether. When she was out there, her name was Wendy Darling and she was in love with Peter Pan, a boy who thought that kisses were thimbles and never ever wanted to grow up. Riley made it easy. They had an undeniable chemistry. She didn’t want to toot her own horn, but she personally thought that she and Riley were the best Wendy and Peter that worked at the park.
“Besides, I think Peter Pan would probably be utterly lost without Wendy-- meaning you’d be totally lost without me,” She teased.
“Really? That’s insane. Even smelling like smoke from smoking on break can get you fired, let alone smoking in costume.” Levi shook his head. Levi had his vices too, but he was smart enough to keep his outside life hidden while he worked, at least. Levi couldn’t help but to smile at what she was saying. It felt nice to be appreciated so much, but also made him feel that much more guilty for having to leave for a while. “Well thanks for saying that. I’m glad to be back, I guess I love it here just as much as everyone else loves having me here. You know, I only actually got this job because an old Flynn broke character, they hired me to replace him and clean up his mess. So, I guess I owe it all to him.” Levi loved working at Disney, and loved playing the part of Flynn/Eugene. There was something about spending five days a week being someone completely different that was so appealing. Occasionally exhausting, but still great.
Levi held his hand out for the pills, smiling gratefully as she passed them to him. “Thanks.” he started, pausing to pop both the Tylenol into his mouth and to take a drink of water to wash them down. The sooner he took them, the sooner they would work. He rubbed his temples in an attempt to assist the process. “I owe you. I need to start doing the same, I even have a satchel that goes with my costume, I could carry them everywhere… I don’t think I’m technically supposed to carry anything that Flynn wouldn’t actually.” Levi briefly frowned in thought, then shrugged. He would just have to bring some and leave it in the break room or something.
“Well thank god that the other guy did such a terrible job then, huh? I’ll have to call him up and thank him personally,” She smiled at him, “It’s really great to have you back, Levi. Honestly. It felt a little bit weird not having you around this place,” The park was big, but the characters shared a break room and used the same behind the scenes paths. She saw a lot of her character cast mates frequently, passing by them and exchanging waves and small greetings. But when she got to know Levi just a little bit more than some others, she seemed to see him more often. When he left and wasn’t around anymore, it felt a bit strange.
She scrunched her nose when she saw him expressing his obvious pain and discomfort, “Wendy doesn’t have any kind of like, bag accessory so I just have to bring a backpack for work and leave it in the break room when I’m out with the kids. I’ve got everything from Bandaids to Tylenol to things you don’t need because you’re a guy,” Gracie laughed, “So if you ever need anything, let me know and I’ve probably got it with me,” She didn’t mind helping anyone out when they needed something. In fact, the maternal instinct in her usually rushed to help anyone in need as soon as she possibly could.
“Also, I’m pretty sure that even Disney characters get headaches sometimes so it wouldn’t be totally out of the question for Flynn to have some kind of painkillers on him,” She teased.
“Oh no!” The girl gasped nearly spinning in an entire circle, her long wig nearly dragging across the floor. “Do you think you could help me put those flowers back in my hair? I can’t reach around that far and my artist is busy now.” She asked, her eyes growing wide in hopefulness.
“Oh, wow,” Gracie’s eyes widened a bit, just like the blonde’s did. She looked around to see if there was anyone else there who might be able to help the other girl, but she seemed to be the only one available, “Um.. Yeah, I guess I could give it a shot.. Is there any kind of like, specific pattern we’re going for here or do I just put them in anywhere?” She gathered a few of the fallen flowers off the ground and looked for places that they might fit back into.
“There’s something really wonderful about helping little kids, you know?” Riley asked, a large smile on his lips as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Maybe that was an obvious thing to say, especially when you worked at a place like this– but he couldn’t help himself. “My favorite is little girls who ask to be lost girls. They’re so cute, and they’re all dressed up. I swear, I hugged like a hundred mini Wendy’s yesterday and even more Tinkerbells.”
Gracie sat at the table in the break room, listening to Riley. She’d asked him to pour her a cup of coffee as well, having decided not to take the chance that the coffee pot at the shelter didn’t have cigarette butts in it this morning. She nodded her head, even though his back was turned to her, “Yeah, I know what you mean,” She said with her chin rested in the palm of her hand, “I have to say it’s absolutely adorable to see the little ones dressed up. Although, I’ll have to try not to be bitter about the fact that we see more Tinkerbells than we do Wendys,” She joked.
She was in a good mood. She was happy to be working with Riley today. He was her favorite Peter to work with, and maybe even her favorite that she’d ever worked with her entire 8 months of being there. He just had a bit more pep in his step and a bit more dedication to the character than she’d seen from anyone else.
Hadley was lost in thought, mindlessly scrolling through the news section on her phone when she realized someone was speaking to her. She squinted, looking across the picnic table at the girl before she finally realized what the question was. “They should. Or you can tell your supervisor about it and they’ll hold one for you.” She offered a kind smile at her fellow brunette before she noted the book on the table, “Reading anything good?”
“Right, of course. I didn’t even think about that,” She let out a small huff of laughter that was really just to cover up how stupid she felt. Gracie tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear, making a mental note to spray it back in place with hairspray before her lunch break was over. Then, she looked at her book and back at the brunette across the table when she heard the question, “Oh, yeah. It’s uh, one of my favorites actually. Farenheit 451.. A lot of people had to read it in high school, but didn’t really fall in love with it like I did? It’s main theme is about like, censorship and it’s extremes, and how harmful it can be and y’know.. Stuff like that. Ray Bradbury is an incredible writer and this is one of my favorites by him. He creates this whole world in the future with it’s own rules and unique jobs and entire environment and it all seems so easily real,” She paused, realizing she’d started rambling, “It’s uh.. Yeah. I really like it.”
Levi returned her nod, a content and absentminded smile on his face as the two of them spoke. “Yeah. A couple months, it feels like a lot longer though, for some reason.” Levi quirked his head to the side, and pressed his lips into a line in thoughts. “Wow, that’s impressive. Congratulations on outlasting all the Peter’s. Did they quit or get fired? How many Flynn’s have been around since I left?” he pondered, curious as to if she had even noticed. It was hard to keep track of all the people that came in and out of the park, especially when they weren’t people you ever spoke to or worked with directly. “It’s…” Levi hesitated, and let out a short sigh. He hadn’t even considered how he felt about it. “It’s strange, I guess. So similar, yet so different. I see so many familiar faces, but so many that are missing too, you know?” There was more to it, but he wasn’t sure how to describe it. He was sure he would adjust to his return eventually. “Do you have any Tylenol on you?”
“I’m not totally sure,” She thought for a second before speaking again, “I know that there was at least one who quit because he moved to New York or Maine or something.. But then I think another one was fired because he was smoking in costume in front of the kids? Or at least that’s what I heard. I only actually worked one shift with the guy and before I ever worked with him again, he was gone,” She shrugged again. Working at Disney had been something she’d wanted since she was young and she couldn’t imagine ever doing anything to screw it up now that she actually had the job, “We haven’t been through many Flynns, I don’t think.. I’m not totally sure, though. I didn’t really have much of a reason to pay attention because I just knew that it wasn’t you. I’m sure they’re glad to have you back, though. I think you’re probably the best they’ve ever had,” She told him with a smile.
Gracie listened to him carefully and nodded as she heard him. She did understand that feeling. Even without taking a break from the place, it always seemed that everything around her was changing and staying exactly the same all at once, “I think I understand that,” She nodded her head. Resting her cheek on the palm of her hand, her eyes scanned his face. He looked tired, although she hated thinking that as she usually felt that it doubled as an insult when people told her the same thing, “A lot changes around here in a short amount of time and I guess it’s just a lot more noticeable when you haven’t been around in awhile.”
When he asked his question, she nodded and shifted a bit on the table bench so she could grab her cloth backpack off the ground from under the table. She pulled out a small bottle and rattled out two white pills from inside of it, “I never show up to work without it, to be honest. Working with kids and tourists is almost an instant guarantee for at least one or two headaches a week,” She let out a small laugh and offered the pills to him, along with a sip out of her own water bottle.
Frederic glanced up from his own textbook and pushed up his glasses before responding, “No problem. I’m quite sure they’re running tonight. I checked when I started my shift. I’m in the same predicament as you.” he told her with a polite smile, “Tomorrow they’ll be undergoing maintenance work, so something might need to be arranged then.” he told her, then caught sight of the book she’d set down, “That’s a good read by the way.”
She breathed out a sigh of relief. She didn’t have the money to spend on a taxi cab and she wouldn’t want to walk the three miles to the shelter after working all day, “Thanks for the heads up. I’ll figure something out.. Maybe I’ll walk tomorrow. A little exercise is good, right?” Walking from the park to where she was staying right now was more than just a little exercise. Besides, she got more than enough exercise as it was from being on her feet all day at Disney and then doubling that amount on the days she worked at the diner.
She looked down at the book on the table and nodded her head, absentmindedly running her fingers over the title on the front cover. The words Fahrenheit 451 stood out in bright orange letters, “It’s actually one of my favorites. This is about my eighth or ninth time reading it,” She admitted, “I’ve been kind of in love with it since I read it in my English class in high school. I did like three book reports on it-- technically four if you count the one I did but wasn’t allowed to turn in,” She laughed a little at herself, realizing how ridiculous she sounded telling someone else this now.
Levi nodded. “Alright.” he responded, taking a napkin from the holder in between them, and jotting his phone number down. He slid the napkin across the picnic table. “Just in case you’re not just being paranoid.” he smiled, then took another bite from his lunch. “So how have you been? It’s been a while.”
She took the napkin from the table and folded it carefully before putting it in one of the hidden pockets of her costume, “Thanks,” Gracie gave an appreciate nod of her head. She’d put it in her phone later. Most of the time she avoided pulling her cell phone out on breaks, still in the mindset of high school where she was constantly being judged for not having a more expensive piece of technology than the basic flip phone she could afford.
“It has been awhile, hasn’t it?” She took a sip from her water bottle, “I’ve been doing alright. We’ve been through about three Peter Pans since you left and came back, but I’m still here so I guess I’m doing something right,” She laughed, twisting the cap back onto the bottle so it wouldn’t spill, “What about you? How’s it feel to be back in the magical world of Disney?” She asked, her last statement having a small bit of sarcasm to it. Sometimes the behind-the-scenes bits of The Happiest Place on Earth weren’t so happy, and the magical world of Disney didn’t seem too magical.
Levi wasn’t doing much, he was mostly trying to enjoy his break before it ended. Being back to Disney was definitely an adjustment. He wasn’t used to all the screaming children or the large crowds of overly rude tourists. He looked up at Gracie and offered a small smile, despite the fact that his head ached. Then, he gently shook his head. “No, sorry. I just got back, I feel like I’m completely out of the loop.” he admitted. Some things were so familiar, so unchanged. But then others were completely foreign to him. Like the tram schedule. “Where do you live? I can drive you, if you want.”
Gracie twisted her lips and let out a sigh. She carefully adjusted the curls in her hair, keeping one of them from being flattened by the position of her other arm. When she heard his question and his offer, her heart almost stopped and she could feel her face turning hot with panic, “It might just be a rumor or something I misheard from someone else. I don’t know what they’ve actually changed to be perfectly honest,” She looked down at the sandwich in front of her before back at Levi, “Don’t worry about giving me a ride. I appreciate the offer but I’m sure it’s just me being over paranoid, y’know? I uh, I think I’ll probably be fine,” Gracie gave him a small smile, avoiding his question altogether.
Gracie swallowed a bite of her sandwich and set down her library book. She looked at the person sitting across from her at the picnic table, "Hey, sorry to bug you, but do you know if the trams are running after closing tonight?” She put her elbow on the table, her arm upright, “I can’t make it to the bus stop on foot before the last bus shows up, and I think I remember someone saying something about the tram schedules being changed.”
