fluxscape | 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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I. FOOD TRUCKS

She's only had a short while to adjust to things, it is strange, but considering she had been prepared to die before arriving here. She's decided that maybe she should take things in stride, maybe this was fate's way of intervening on her behalf. Thus she finds herself walking through path with all the food trucks trying to decide on what to try first. The smells are delicious.

She only pauses when a group of children run by her, playing a rousing game of tag. She smiles fondly at the sight. Suddenly one of the children trip but before they can fall, Jean reaches out with her powers to make the child levitate a few inches off the ground. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" She asks kindly as the child simply nods with wide eyes in complete awe to be floating. Slowly she places the child back on their feet before the kids run off again to resume playing.

Jean merely chuckles as she watches them, when she turns around one of the vendors from Baked offers her a cupcake for her good deed. "Thank you." She replies politely before resuming her track. It's nice not to be feared.

II. MUSIC & S'MORES

Later in the evening, Jean heads over to the campfires to enjoy the warmth of the fire as well as bask in the happiness of the locals. Everyone is so happy and she can feel it. The relief to not have to hide comes off of everyone like waves. Despite her barriers being in place, she can still feel the strong emotions.

She offers a laugh and a smile as someone hands her a skewer with a couple of marshmallows on it, so she can join in on roasting marshmallows for the s'mores.

"Thanks." She replies as she takes a seat near one of the fires. "It's such a nice night." She comments to the people near her.

III. WILDCARD

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"Wow..." Miles says from nearby, having seen the child floating in the air. "Nice reflexes."

"I've had a lot of practice." Jean replies with a smile. "I had to keep on my toes back home, since I taught at a school for the gifted." She adds as she closes the distance between them.

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"A school for the gifted, huh?" Miles grins a bit. "And by gifted you mean...like what you did just now?"

Jean lightly taps her nose and gives him a wink. "I'd say you are right on the nose. My mentor created the school to to teach and protect mutant children who were developing their powers." She explains with a slight sigh. It's only been a week and she already misses everyone back home.

He gives an impressed whistle. "That sounds pretty cool, actually."

While he didn't mind the way he'd been taught how to use his own powers, he could definitely see the merit of having some structured education.

"It could be. We did try to balance things between the standard education as well as helping with powers and abilities. Back home, people weren't as understanding about people with powers as they seem to be around here." She explains with a bit of a shrug. This was probably the most open she had been about her abilities even though she was publicly known as a mutant back home.

"Really? I'm sorry to hear that."

He hadn't really given that too much thought, to be honest. People knew about Spider-Man of course, and he was viewed as a hero by most people. But he did have his share of critics and haters.

"Unfortunately, not everyone understands people with powers and what they don't understand scares them." She replies a bit solemnly.

She could only imagine what was going to happen after the stunt Magneto pulled with reversing Cerebro back home. But there was nothing she could do to help from where she was currently located.

He nodded. "Yeah, I can kinda get that. Not really about...powers necessarily, but..." He shrugged a little, gesturing vaguely with a hand. It was kind of depressing to think about, that prejudice can exist in other worlds despite how different things can be.

Not really one of the things he wanted to keep the same between universes.

"It is pretty nice that the people here are pretty open to things, at least." After having to deal with the Unseen, though, he guessed that people with special abilities were pretty low on the list of the natives' worries.

Alec's fondness for pastry and a certain flavor combination had lured him toward the Baked food truck. Snickerdoodle was almost as good as Chai. As he picked up his order, he turned around in time to see a child levitate instead of fall. Looking around, he noticed someone who he thought might have cast the spell.

Stepping away from the truck so that the next customer could pick up their order, he watched the woman, frowning as he tried to see past whatever glamour she must be using since he couldn't see any sign of a warlock mark.

Given the nature of her abilities, she could sense someone focusing on her. Thus she spun around with a wary expression on her face. "Is there a problem?" She asked, her gaze settling on Alec, while she fought the urge to read him further. She always tried her best not to be invasive, respecting the privacy of other people's thoughts.

Alec hadn't bothered to glamour his runes. They'd look like elaborate tattoos to Mundanes. If someone was a Downworlder then their reaction would tell Alec that they were from his reality.

The wariness he noticed wasn't enough to judge if she was a Downworlder. He was tall, dressed in black, and had a tendency to scowl. Most beings looked at him like he was someone to stay away from, or they thought he was a ninja. The thought caused his heart ache, but he ignored it along with the reminder of Magnus. "No. I was trying to figure out if you were a warlock."

Izzy would punch him for that answer, but he wasn't going to lie about why he'd been watching her when she seemed to expect him to start trouble with her.

Admittedly that wasn't the answer that Jean was expecting, thus it caught it off guard for a moment. She couldn't stop herself from staring blankly at Alec, before she recovered herself.

"Definitely not a warlock. I'm actually a mutant." She replied, lightly rubbing at the back of her neck. She supposed it could be easy to confuse her powers with magic, but as far as she knew magic didn't exist back home. She had only been briefly exposed to it now that she was in Driftcrest.

"A mutant?" He understood the basic concept of it. Shadowhunters might be isolated and rely on magic and runes, but he had read about the basics of science. It didn't seem like she meant it in the way it was presented in those books. Maybe that was her world's version of Downworlders? "I don't think my world uses that term the same way that yours does."

End of the Long Winter.

Jean Grey | OTA

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