fluxscape | End of the Long Winter.

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End of the Long Winter.

What: The entirety of Driftcrest and YOU! Even you new faces!
Where: The large park in the center of town.
When: From the 15th to the 18th
Warnings: Will warn as needed.

The people of Driftcrest have so much to celebrate. Their loved ones have been returned to them, and the Unseen are well and truly and genuinely gone. Not only that, but a Winter that had been going on for years is finally ended and it's well and truly Summer. Flowers are blooming, there's color in the town that wasn't there before. People are happy. They have their freedom back, and are taking full advantage of it.

Now that there's no longer a curfew, the party can go well into the night with music, dancing, food of all kinds all over the place both set on tables and in various food trucks.

With the hammocks hung up in the area, along with portable ones available to purchase, and twinkling string lights threaded through the trees, the setting is peaceful. A far cry from the stress of the last few weeks.

There's music, both live and recorded, and an outdoor dance floor has been set up under some beautiful hanging lanterns and twinkling string lights. Once the sun goes down, there'll be fires set up for people to sit by and make s'mores.

All in all, this promises to be a memorable experience.

Grab some food, buy a hammock, find somewhere to celebrate because this party will go on for a while.

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A. Festivities

It had been a while since Miles had felt so at ease, and he was taking advantage of every moment. With all the people in town returned, including some people he'd known, and the Unseen gone, he was using the party as an opportunity to finally relax.

He spends a lot of time around the food trucks, trying some of everything. He mostly hung around the pizza and fries trucks, though he definitely grabbed some juice from the pressed food truck. And naturally he had to have some funnel cake as well.

He could also be found on the dance floor in between munching, burning off the extra calories so that he could eat more. Every once in a while he'd talk to the DJ and suggest a song or two.

B. Later that Night

Buying a hammock probably wasn't completely necessary, and he didn't know what he was going to do with it after the party, but he decided that would be future Miles' problem. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy himself, which involved setting up his newly-purchased hammock by one of the bonfires, reclining near the warmth of the fire and staring up at the sky, while occasionally getting up to make a s'more.

C. Wildcard

((Feel free to catch Miles anywhere at the party. He'll be looking around everywhere))

"I'm gonna do the ghost pepper pizza challenge," Gwen states from where she was sitting. In a tree. Don't worry. The tree was climbable by a normal person. Zero spider antics went into this.

"I can smell it from here and it smells amazing. Plus, five hundred dollars is five hundred dollars, and I didn't get to try this the last time they were here."

Man, you lock a girl in her house to recover for a week and the second she sets foot outside, she wants to go all out.

Miles had just been reclining under the tree, with O'Malley ever present nearby, and he glances up at Gwen. "Yeah?" he asks. "Dunno if I'd do it myself, but sounds kinda fun."

Especially watching her trying to eat super spicy pizza.

"It's five hundred dollars, Miles. That'd go so far with our cat trail project."

And drums. And dance gear. And all kinds of good stuff.

"The pizza smells awful, though." The downside of having super-senses.

He snickers. "It sure would, but I wouldn't look forward to the suffering and mess in the bathroom that'll follow."

Especially now that they have so many other roommates and only so many bathrooms.

"So is the challenge individual slices? Or personal-sized pizzas?"

"A personal pizza, smaller than a frisbee." Gwen replies after a brief silence, watching someone fail the challenge and walk off penniless. This just solidifies her desire.

"At best, I'll have heartburn and hiccups, but will be okay otherwise."

She is down for the suffering.

"Alright...okay...I'm gonna do this. For the cats."

And she's going to climb out of the tree and turn to face the pizza truck. She's pretty determined, Miles.

"C'mon, you're cheering me on."

"Oh, that's not too bad, I guess."

Miles was already getting to his feet when Gwen started descending from the tree.

"Oh, definitely. No way I'm missing this."

Waiting for O'Malley to slip back into his backpack, Miles carefully swung the bag onto his back before following Gwen.

Typically MJ avoids interacting with people at parties. Content in minding her own business and observing everyone. But that's when she's home. In an environment she's a lot more comfortable in.

Not that she's comfortable in this one. She's not. Not by any means.

Still. She figures if she's going to be here for a while, and she is - isn't she?, she might as well get acquainted with some of the people, and not just Peter.

Which is why she's here now, approaching Miles with a nervous but warm smile, her hands fidgeting with the ends of her shirt sleeve as he gets another s'more going over a fire.

"Do you have s'more of those s'mores by chance?"

Glancing up at the voice, Miles snickers lightly and tops the current one he's holding with a graham cracker before holding it out to her.

"You're just in luck, this one's just fresh off the campfire."

MJ doesn't need to be offered twice when it comes to food. Especially when that food is of the melted chocolate and marshmallow between crunchy goodness variety.

With a smile she reaches out, carefully taking the proffered s'more from Miles.

"Thanks." She breathes out, blowing on the graham cracker to help speed up the cooling process. "I'm MJ."

He transfers the s'more to her, making sure nothing falls out along the way. Luckily everything was melted enough to keep it all together.

When she introduces herself, his smile brightens a bit. "Oh hey, MJ. We chatted over the comms a bit ago. I'm Miles. Nice to meet you in person."

That's some pretty impressive s'more making. Usually MJ ends up with a hand covered in either chocolate or marshmallow when she makes them herself.

Recognition flickers across her face when Miles introduces himself. Her smile a touch warmer knowing she's spoken to him ― sort of ― once before.

"Miles, hey. It's nice to meet you in person too." She adds, offering her free hand for Miles. "You're honestly not what I was picturing when talking to you on the network. I thought you might be one of the robots or aliens behind this whole ordeal." A beat. "You're not, right?"

He snickers a little. "Nah, not me," he replies with a bit of a shrug as he checks on a few other toasting marshmallows. "I was brought here from my world, just like a lot of others. Though in a sense, does that technically make us all aliens?"

"But you think some of the others on the network might be robots?" She asks, half serious and half just messing with him. Something she's pretty good at. Ask Peter. Still. She manages it with a straight face, though.

"Huh." He's not wrong. They're the outsiders, now. "I guess I can see why they don't like us. We ― those of us from my world, weren't happy when aliens invaded our home, either. Granted they wanted to destroy Earth, but. Yeah. I kinda get the hostility."

He grins a bit. Even in just their short time talking, he's finding that he likes MJ. "Hey, y'never know," he replies with a similar teasing tone. "It'd be rude to just assume it's only humans around here, wouldn't it?"

Turning over some of the marshmallows in the fire, he nods a little. "Yeah, it makes sense. Although for the most part, the people here haven't been too bad? Most have been pretty welcoming."

"True." It's not like she has anything against anyone not human. She doesn't. But when it comes to robots, particularly, she'll always air on the side of caution in part of what happened in Sokovia.

"They have." She agrees, nodding. "No one here has given me reason to actually be afraid for my well being." Taking another bite of her s'more, she continues. "Which is a nice change of pace coming from New York."

Settling herself on one of the hammocks edges, she lets herself swing with a small push off her feet. "So, is this like the weirdest or craziest thing that's happened to you?"

He snickers. "Oh yeah, you're from New York too? At least you missed all the Unseen stuff, those were definitely a good reason to be afraid for our safety."

Miles pokes the fire as he thinks, trying to think of how much he could say without giving too much away. "It's definitely up there. It might be tied with what happened back home, with some mad scientist trying to bring other universes into our world."

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End of the Long Winter.

Miles Morales - OTA

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