We're wide awake now, our eyes are wide open. We're running this world, we keeping it turning

[opheliac]

Who: EVERYONE ON THIS DANG SHIP!
What: IT'S A PARTTTYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When: last week of april before more shit happens.
Where: rischie
Warnings: PG-13??? alcohol is definitely involved, teens being teens, drunk people or doing bad decisions??? who is to say!!!





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★ ENTRANCE.
★ THE DANCE FLOOR.
★ AT THE BAR.
★ GAME AREA.
★ DJ TABLE // PRIVATE WITH JINX
★ LOSER CORNER.
★ THE FOOD TABLE.
★ KARAOKE.
★ OUTSIDE RISCHIE.
★ WILDCARD.

Comments

[more_magic]

A lie isn't a lie until someone believes it.

[Darlington had said that about Manuscript, more times than he can count. They were the house of illusions and deception, the society he trusted least--and whose opinion on him was equally as antagonistic. They'd proved that well enough on Halloween. The thought of that description applying equally as well to the Serena Eterna makes him more than a little sick; what's worse is the suspicion that he's not completely wrong to draw the parallel.

He notices Wanda glance away, her lips pressing together thinly, and wonders if he hasn't missed something.]

If it is an illusion, though, it makes you wonder what's underneath.

[weirdone]

Or someone makes you believe it.

[ She picks at the hem of her shirt, thoughtful, considering. What happened in Westview isn't something she'll be talking about any time soon, but she's certainly thinking about it. A lot. ]

It could be something similar. Older. The bones of a ship, maybe. It's hard to say for certain.

[ Pieces of her magic don't work here and it's infuriating. ]

[more_magic]

Yeah. Or that. [It comes out blunter than he'd intended, and he looks away for a moment, a little rueful.] Sorry, just...thinking of something from a while back.

[That Wanda picks up the theory at all is interesting, all the more so because of the time she takes in obviously thinking about her answer. Darlington makes a soft, considering sound as he mulls it over in turn.]

Whatever it is, it's keeping us here. The bones of an older ship, though...that's unnerving and interesting all at once. It'd fit with the prevalence of ghosts around here. Or whatever the ship's invisible servers and shop attendants are.

[weirdone]

Mm.. [ The noise she makes is noncommittal, but then-- ] Me, too.

[ It isn't a new concept to her - others would likely react differently, but Wanda...

Well. She's seen it first hand. Directly contributed to the collective trauma of an entire town. ]

It seems ghostly, but I don't have experience with that. [ Wanda chews her lower lip, still tugging at her sleeve before she reaches to sip her watery, mostly ice drink. She is telepathic. That much she does know. It could be worth investigating, should she actually get off her ass and do something about all this.

Just -- things always seem to go wrong when she gets involved. Clint told her if she walked out that door, she'd be an Avenger. Less than an hour later, her brother was dead. Every defining moment of her life after wound up with Wanda involved in some sort of catastrophe, eventually earning her a 'terrorist' label.

Perhaps inaction is the best form of action for her, at this point. ]

[more_magic]

I do, but Greys were never things you wanted to get involved with for longer than necessary. The advice I always got, and gave, was to treat them like you're on the subway: don't make eye contact, don't smile, don't engage. You don't want something following you home.

[He'd said the same to Alex, but he knows now how little she'd heeded that advice before Lethe ever found her.]

I can't see them without assistance, though, so maybe here that's a moot point anyway. I can't even tell if they operate on the same rules as the ghosts back home.

[weirdone]

[ He's pulled her out of her little reverie with that, her pupils widening before narrowing as she focuses on him, head tipped to the side. ]

Greys? What is that?

[ Something ominous sounding, that much she's sure of. ]

What...kind of assistance?