#event 003.

[ofheliacal]

          a gift for @augustcavaliere,​

note: i may have read the plot drop where the nomad and the rest of the asphodels were whisked to the otherworld but actually i can’t read, so, hello

          “You love a good fucking surprise don’t you,” they’re simply exasperated at the sight of August, not entirely betrayed but there’s some element of confusion buzzing beneath Eric’s skin. The lycan would like to have presumed they were friends, as congruently meshed as two screwed up and avoidant entities could genuinely be, and yet the man who had stood beside The Pythia seemed to be woefully lacking in August’s typical charm. Creatures of the undead had swarmed Eric as they made their initial descent onto the party and though the lycan could claw and tear at their putrid flesh it hardly made a difference to their strength. Only when he came into August’s proximity did they seem to cease, shooting the witch a confused glare, “When I joked for you to bring me back if I ever met my maker this is not what I meant.” The clarification is firm and huffed out as they are able to catch their breath for what seemed to be the first time since chaos had erupted in the palace.

[wadecalhoun]

          a gift for @arastirmacii​,

          “You remember how to use one of these yet?” Inquiry was flung out though Wade tossed a knife at her before Sanem could even formulate a response. There was no time to hesitate on her proficiency in the field and Wade figured now was as good a time as any for her to get hands on experience in the realm of self defense from these rabid creatures.

[sethlozano]

          a gift for @aylacassia​,

          “Aren’t you supposed to be brainstorming with your fellow leaders to stop this?” It was a baseless question for this was the exact type of chaos in which Seth thrived on, grinning wildly. He had planned, since his return to Rome, to stay out of the limelight when it came to the Senators, for he had nothing to prove to them when it came to following their petulant rules. Despite this, over the years, it was natural to have come to know them in passing, flinging the question at Ayla as she transformed from a cloud of mist into the physical form he could recognize.

[hyun-chaes]

for: anyone location: outside the cancún halloween party

Getting into a fight was one thing.

Wearing a maid costume and cat ears was another.

But getting into a fight while wearing a maid costume and cat ears?

Hyunwoo had thought that getting himself roped in into gang politics was him hitting the lowest of the low. But this? This somehow managed to surpass even that horrible event in his life.

He had found his home for the night near a bush some asshole had decidedly thrown up on, woefully licking at his wounds much like, yes, a cat.

God, what a nightmare.

He couldn't remember exactly what had happened. One minute, he was minding his own business, trying his hardest to make idle small talk with people he'd never met, and the next, he was throwing punches at some guy at the bar that had gotten a little too handsy with him. It was only after the fight that he'd been told that the guy was a member of one of the other gangs, and he'd been promptly kicked out for the night.

Stupid, wasn't it, that this was the way the night was going? He could go home, patch himself up and pretend like nothing had happened, but at the same time, the bush was comforting in its own, weird little way, and he'd be damned if he had to get up and move.

Blinking through his bleary, blurry vision, he could barely make out a pair of shoes stopped in front of him. Hyunwoo did not want to be seen nor interacted with in such a troubling time. Hell, some drunk idiot had given him a five dollar bill earlier, probably thinking he was either a dancer down on his luck, or a very festive homeless man.

"Listen, I don't want your money. I have a place to stay and I'm not taking my clothes off for you. So very kindly, might I ask that you please, for the love of god, fuck off. Kindly, of course."

[paintedsins]

DATE & TIME: july 12 1845, 8:37pm LOCATION: snow’s room STATUS: closed for @romantiisme​

movements are too slow, pale skin with its angry marks unashamed underneath the cabin’s yellow light seen before dark sleeves could cover them. he winces at the suddenness, fabric tugged roughly over newly-burned arms. 

“are you not joining in the festivities? i have little interest in the games, but i imagined you would have at least shown face by now.” he reconstructs expressions to be neutral, serene, voice as pleasant as speaking to a stranger. 

if he tries, perhaps elias could be one. something stings at the thought, and it is not the marrings that now decorate his skin. 

inevitable, perhaps, how the other’s eyes would trail the space where runes curve themselves under sleeves. the more he looks, the more snow is aware of it, biting lips and crossing arms as if to hide them. defensive. childish. 

“whatever is running in your mind is wrong. it means nothing. it is nothing.” he shifts, edging towards the door, space between them too little; unsure of how exist around something that sees him the way a not-brother, an almost-family does. “shall we head down? i would hate to miss all the drinks.” 

[clementiinefraser]

“i have a surprise for you!” the blonde exclaimed when they finally got out of the car. it had been a tough ride of google map giving wrong indications and minnie being straight up terrible at following’s christian directions, but they finally made it to the beach. she went to open the door for her friend’s dogs to jump out of her car before she continued her way to the trunk. two baskets waited for them. she grabbed the smaller one, overflowing with all the items she bought earlier that day. by the way the dogs started to bark and wiggle their tails, she could tell they guessed the presents were theirs. “... or more for your babies, but it’s close enough!” an adorable giggle followed her words. “i’ve actually never been here so i trust your instincts to find us the best spot!”

@christianmullins​

[liddelzinha]

nostalgia preencheu-lhe por completo quando pôs-se a vagar pela vila dos animaizinhos, escutando os burburinhos irritantes de suas infindáveis discussões. a magia do país das maravilhas costumava surpreender os mais desavisados, entretanto, a misteriosa capa azulada que surgiu para envolver-lhe o corpo e os fios de cabelo que retornaram ao seu estado natural nada mais era que um irritante lembrete da mãe biológica. ao tropeçar em um tatuzinho com um conjunto de flores multicoloridas na cabeça, escutou o imediato protesto da criaturinha, que até então parecia não ter notado quem lhe falava. “charles veja! seu cabelo é amarelo e sua capa é azul, quem é a bonita visitante?” riu, ao passo que outro tatu chegou perto de seus sapatos e a encarou com os olhinhos brilhantes.  —— ora, que insolência! não sou nenhuma visitante! nasci aqui e cresci no castelo da rainha de copas! —— replicou, bufando com os braços cruzados. ambos se olharam com estranheza, depois se colocaram a rir. “mas é claro que não é! charles ela é louquinha, pensa que foi criada pela rainha, veja só!”  —— escute aqui, seu bichinho acéfalo e ignorante! —— então houve um choque, ambos se encolheram, mas logo voltaram a importuná-la.seus olhos se tornaram extremamente vermelhos. odiava ser comparada com sua mãe, porque sabia que estava praticamente igual a ela. estava prestes a pegá-los e jogá-los para longe no topo de uma árvore quando avistou @margaerythings​​. era só o que faltava.  —— vê essa garota, animalzinho irritante? ela tem um longo cabelo amarelo, e uma linda cabeça. não é daqui. por que não vão ambos passear no roseiral da rainha de copas? tenho certeza que ela logo irá caminhar pelos arredores e cumprimentá-los.

[hasablanca]

premissas. hugo gostava de premissas. para uma mente tão engenhosa, era bom perder-se nas expectativas formadas por dados iniciais de algum fato específico. livros de boa premissa. histórias de boa premissa. planos de boa premissa. planejar e idealizar, secretamente, eram seu refúgio para tudo ao seu redor que fugia do controle. ali, explorando a ilha mágica, guiava-se justamente pela premissa de agregar aprendizados até o fim dos três dias. apesar de não ser apenas este o intuito da viagem. era aquela necessidade de prender-se na pequena possibilidade de controle falando de novo, que o fazia tentar mapear e organizar de forma clara todos os pontos relevantes que pertenciam tanto à neverland quanto a wonderland, esta última sendo um desafio já quase aceito como impossível. esta árdua tarefa chegava a tirá-lo das problemáticas locais e palpáveis, afinal, se concentrando em coisas externas não havia nada para atingi-lo. ah, mas havia sim. sua introspecção não era seu único objeto de afeto. a moça de cabelos chamativos também conseguia. coral era uma premissa também. ele só não sabia mais do quê. sua relação vinha de fatos relevantes iniciais para formar ideias conclusivas, porém, perdia-se em qualquer que fosse a maldita conclusão daquela história. as coisas eram diferentes agora, mas certos sentimentos não eram tão mutáveis quanto as mudanças repentinas que poderiam ocorrer na vida de qualquer indivíduo. estes eram, no fim, gradativos. e, por mais que ele odiasse, precisava ser paciente quanto a isso. —— explorando? —— puxou assunto, quando parou para conversar. estavam em direções opostas, de modo que no mapa não constava de onde @oceancoralie​ vinha — ainda supondo que nada mudava de lugar por ali como acreditava ser possível em wonderland. normalmente não era de muitos sorrisos, mas se tornava um pouco mais fácil com ela. —— você sentiu curiosidade de ver as sereias? eu não sei qual a natureza delas, então não fui. sem ofensas, eu acho. —— fez um sinal com a cabeça, o máximo de modos que poderia oferecer a qualquer um fora dos eventos reais onde era obrigatório. —— o que tem para o lado de lá?  —— apontou com a cabeça, instigado. e, em parte, querendo manter a companhia.