End of the Long Winter.

[fluxscapemod]

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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bruce wayne | ota

[menarebrave]

NIGHT OF THE SIXTEENTH

Bruce Wayne has managed to pull himself away from the work at Wechester Enterprises enough to visit the festivities. He walks along the paths, noting the food trucks and the hammock spaces. He buys a taco and goes to stand to the side the festivities. Viewing and watching, but not necessarily partaking. He may not even stay long, considering the situations and people suddenly entering Driftcrest now that their issue had been solved. Almost like the flood gates being open and pouring inside.

He slips one hand into his pocket while the other holds the taco. He watches casually, nodding to the people he recognizes.

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[un_wir_greywaren]

"Are you going to eat that or use it as part of your camouflage?" Ronan walks right up to stand a just a few feet away holding a slice of veggie pizza and a bottle. Chainsaw is happily clinging to his shoulder and taking in all the possible shiny things she can add to her collection back home.

He takes another bite of his pizza and chews while glancing around. It's good to be out and he's glad everyone feels safe and happy again. Even he was getting sick of the snow. The Abominable snow babies are tucked away safely in their renovated barn, keeping cool, and the goats don't have to wear sweaters.

"I'm Ronan, Gansey's...You were his adopted dad in that weird cityscape reality."

[menarebrave]

Bruce turns his head to look at the source of the voice. An eyebrow raises at the pizza, bottle, and the thing on the young man's shoulder. He can't say he really recognizes the face, but, there's been enough people flux in lately that he is still putting the usernames to the faces.

Then, Ronan says what he does, and it clicks in his head. Ah.

"I was." There is a nod. "Bruce Wayne. I'd offer a hand, but, you've got yours full."

[un_wir_greywaren]

"Shaking hands is a gentleman thing to do. I'm not a gentleman." It's just a fact he's actually kind of proud of even if it isn't the truth Gansey or Adam would share about him. "Do you even like taco's?"

He's trying to make polite conversation because Bruce is important to Gansey and Gansey needs people in his life who can help him find stable ground again.

Chainsaw leans close to Ronan's head and then hops and floats down to the ground to walk around one of the trees, searching for shiny things to take him or food to destroy. She stops and inspects Bruce's shoes before moving on.

"Hey! Don't go stealing the metal tips off shoelaces again."

[menarebrave]

I'm not a gentleman. Well, this conversation is becoming more interesting as it continues. He eyes the raven again before giving a small shrug.

"I have them now and then. Just because I'm rich doesn't mean I eat expensive meals outside of dinner functions." He raises his eyebrows again. "I'm guessing the raven likes shiny things."

[un_wir_greywaren]

"She likes a lot of shiny things." Ronan confirms, finishing his bottle, searching out the closest trash can and aiming. It barely makes it in by hitting the edge and ricocheting back and forth to the bottom.

"Have you talked to Gansey?" He asks as if it's the simplest and most casual question to ever be asked. The thing is he's not great with casual conversation and he doesn't like talking unless there is a reason to talk. And he's not particularly interested in talking to anyone's dad.

So there may a hint of awkwardness in the way he's trying not to be his usual blunt force trauma self because Gansey is important to him and he'd do anything for Gansey.

[forleaving]

Adam sidled up quietly, a cup of juice in hand. "You look like you're having as much fun as I am," he said. To be fair, Bruce didn't look as miserable as Adam did, but he was set apart from everyone who was laughing and clearly enjoying themselves. Maybe he just had one of those faces, though; Adam didn't know.

[menarebrave]

"I've been to one too many parties in my lifetime. It's better to see everyone celebrating." He turns his head to look at the young man beside him out of nowhere. Hm. He looks about as thrilled with the state of everything as Bruce is. Though, the young man might not be a cynical paranoid person. "How long have you been here?"

[forleaving]

Adam could agree with that sentiment. "I'm glad we were able to solve their problems." His Southern accent was slipping out, if only because he was too tired to give a damn about it. "Those Unseen were nasty." He'd told Gansey they would get to the bottom of things, and Adam might have broken his heart, but he'd been right about saving everyone.

"Here as in the party or this place?"

[menarebrave]

"I imagine it won't be the last of their problems. At least, for now, we have solved this one." Bruce sighs and shakes his head, looking back out over the party. "Driftcrest -- or before it."

[forleaving]

"Yeah. Probably. But at least the Unseen are gone." And hopefully, the next problem, if there was one, wouldn't be as terrible.

Considering the question for a moment, he finally replied, "This was a beach town when I got here. That was...at least four months ago." It'd been longer than he'd thought, really, since his entire life had been turned upside down.

[idontgetpaid]

"Hey, Mr. Wayne," Miles says as he picks up his own taco order. He hadn't seen much of the business man since their shared dream experience, barring the glimpses he'd seen of the Batman during the final battle. They hadn't had much of a chance to talk, but...was there anything more to say about what happened?

[menarebrave]

Bruce turns his head at the sound of Miles's voice. He gives a friendly nod, finishing his taco before crossing his arms to look out over the party going public. Maybe he's just not in much of a celebratory mood. Finding out that Clark Kent is here, alive, breathing, but unknowing of what's going to happen? It's brought back some things that he hadn't been focusing on much since his arrival in all the different realities.

"Miles."

[idontgetpaid]

He watches the older man for a moment, frowning a little. He has a feeling that there's something on Bruce's mind, though he couldn't imagine what exactly. "Everything okay?"

[menarebrave]

A small shrug. "Some people from home have found their way here to Driftcrest. IT presents some problems that they're not aware of."

Bruce doesn't feel the need to pull a team together -- not yet. There are plenty of hero types here that they can more or less coordinate and work together if needed. There isn't a formal need for a team like there is back home. Though, it is something to keep in mind.

Just in case.

"Gwen is from your reality isn't she?"

[idontgetpaid]

"Oh yeah? People from your world, huh?"

Miles can't help feeling a little jealous. But somehow, apparently it's a lot more complicated than that, given that Bruce doesn't seem entirely thrilled by it.

The question has him a bit surprised, but he shrugs anyway. "Not exactly. She's actually from a different universe than mine, but we met when she and a few others were accidentally pulled into my world."

I WANT TO SAY I'M SORRY BUT I'M TOTALLY NOT.

[the_next_mission]

"Congratulations."

...says the man in jeans and a battered band t-shirt over a long-sleeve henley that doesn't quite manage to dim the light of the Arc Reactor embedded in his chest, glowing a gentle blue-white through the fabric as its owner pauses for a massive bite of the taco in his own hand.

"No shawarma trucks--sucks, I had a craving." he explains after swallowing, pausing to lift his free hand and wipe a smear of grease off the corner of his mouth. He then gestures to the other man with his taco, looking him up and down.

"But seriously, I mean it--mad props to you, my friend. You have managed to make tacos--tacos--look boring. It's a food truck festival, dude."

He pauses, making a show of trying to peer behind the other guy.

"I mean--if the broom handle's jammed that far up your ass, I can give it a good yank. Won't even hurt, promise. I'm an engineer, I'm good at this stuff..."

LETS GOOOOOO

[menarebrave]

There is a glance over at the man that is suddenly congratulating him. He takes note of the dim glow on the chest, but, pretends he hasn't seen it at all. Bruce is a master class actor and has been able to deceive nearly everyone his whole life. A simple eyebrow goes up at the massive bite taken out of the taco. Well. At least someone is hungry.

Bruce really isn't.

"I don't usually draw attention to myself unless I have to. That's the benefit of not being a celebrity here like I am back home." Bruce can't say he's entirely impressed with the attitude, but, he's been around enough people in his life he can adapt to any situation he'd need to. "I'm guessing you usually offer to pull the sticks out of anyone's ass if they either pay you enough, or you think it'd be a good time."

[the_phoenix_rises]

"This is a pretty big festival to be a wall flower." Jean comments as notes Bruce seems to be more of a people watcher than a partyer. Not that anything is wrong with that, but it does seem a shame to her that he seems to be keeping himself apart from everyone else.

[menarebrave]

Bruce turns to the unfamiliar voice. He recognizes her from being at the battle, but, he plays as if she's someone entirely new to him. A smooth smile takes his face. The persona of 'Bruce Wayne' is as easy to take on and off as a pair of socks now. Sometimes, he slips into it on habit without fully realizing it.

"It happens when you're a busy man. Early jobs mean no late night fun. Well, if I was twenty years younger it would." He offers his free hand to her to shake. "Bruce Wayne."

[affection_for_research]

Even if he wasn't in a festive mood, he knew that he needed to go to the celebration. People would be worried about him if he didn't attend and years worth of being used as a prop for his mother's campaigns made it impossible for him to convince himself that he could stay home. He'd separated from the Ronan and Adam, giving vague excuses that he hoped were believed, needing to be alone. Needing them to be alone together for awhile.

Knowing that didn't make it easier for Gansey to watch his two best friends, knowing that they should be dating. He'd made a mess of things, and he needed to figure out how to fix it.

Turning away from that particular problem, he noted Bruce and his culinary choice. Smiling despite his worries over the situation with Ronan, he moved toward Bruce. "Maybe you should have gotten something easier to eat."

[menarebrave]

"I don't think there's anything easy to eat about food truck food, Gansey." Bruce doesn't even need to turn to him to answer the question. It is a familiar voice that he's more than accustomed to. Though, he does turn his gaze to him once he stands beside him.

The conversation with Ronan is still rolling in his mind. Maybe he'll bring it up now -- maybe later. It all depends on how things move forward.

"I'm guessing you already caught up with Evie? Diana?"

[affection_for_research]

Lifting the sundae that he'd gotten, he took a bite, not sure what flavor he'd ended up with, asking for the special with extra sprinkles - a reminder of Noah since he was sure that Noah would eat sprinkles if he could - crunching on the candy bits before speaking. "This is easier than - " He gestured toward the taco with his spoon. "That."

Another bite, he considered how to answer a question that should be simple. "I've caught up with Evie. She seems tired, but okay. Better than okay. I don't think I've ever seen her so happy." In either life, actually. "I've been hesitant to see Diana. We were planning to get coffee and discuss art, but we haven't had a chance yet."

[menarebrave]

"I wasn't in the mood for sweets."

Not that Bruce Wayne rarely is anyways.

"I imagine being free from an ice prison will do that to someone. That, and she seems to be rather comfortable around the man that helped her out." Bruce frowns ever so slightly. He's keeping his eye out on this 'Eggsy.' "In my experience? It's easier to be frank and upfront with Diana. She isn't the kind that enjoys being unaware of a situation."

[affection_for_research]

The comment caused Gansey to give him an incredulous look. He might be an 'old man' in a young body but he still has a teenage boy's appetite and preferences for unhealthy food. And an insomniac's need for caffeine and sugar. The idea of not wanting sweets seemed almost like sacrilege.

"It would." Making a thoughtful sound, he considered what he knew about Eggsy. Not much but he'd liked what he's saw, so far. "He seems like a good person. He's trying to take care of her, making sure she doesn't do too much until she's recovered." Almost wistfully, he added, "They seem quite besotted with each other." Ronan and Adam were like that in a way.

Frowning, he took another bite of sprinkles to distract himself, wishing Noah was with them. He'd be able to help Gansey untangle the disaster his life had turned into. "I think you're right about Diana, but I didn't want to throw everything about that world at her at once. It didn't seem right to tell her about Evie, or the two of you. It didn't seem like my story to share."