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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This feels uncomfortably like a party. Peter's there mostly just for the food and because curiosity is a cruel, cruel mistress. He's in a new place and the urge to explore just never really goes away. He's wearing a regular graphic tee and an unbuttoned plaid shirt with jeans. His curls are a little bit of a mess as he hadn't really thought to gel them or anything and is hovering close to Jace while trying to make it not obvious that that's what he's doing.

He's got a taco with far too many fillings but he doesn't seem to mind as he chows down on it. Pausing a moment because that weird tingling feeling he had earlier was back again-something like a buzz but comforting somehow. Maybe the Taco was just that good.

Technically, it is a party. One giant party to celebrate the return of loved ones and the end of a monster that had been plaguing this town for a while. The only issue Gwen is having with it is the noise and the smells. She doesn't have her headphones with her to block it out. But, she does have Hawk and can be seen walking around with him every once in a while.

At present, she's on her own. Her spider-sense is, once again, guiding her and the closer she gets to why, the louder that Same Hat sense shouts at her.

When she's near the Taco truck, she sees why.

This was probably unavoidable, but that's fine. Gwen's feeling...fairly happy right now. So she can re-introduce herself to Peter.

"Why does it look like you tried to fit every single salsa on one taco?" Teasing. So much teasing.

Peter stops mid bite and looks up-his sense tingly gently and he sort of gets the feeling that she's like him. That's a weird thought.

"U-um..." He glances at his taco again. "Because I did?" He offers. What else was he gonna do? NOT try to fit every type of salsa on his taco?

It's a weird thought, sure, but not too terribly far fetched. She feels her own Same Hat sense settle and it becomes just the faintest hum in the back of her head. Like it used to be.

"Which one's your favorite?"

Jace just smiles a little - no reason to give his softer side away too easily for anyone to see - and shakes his head. "You're one of those teenagers who hovers next to the wall of the gymnasium and watches everyone else dance and have fun, aren't you?"

He's seen a few movies. In every teen movie there is a dance and there is always an awkward teenager who is too terrified to talk or dance and usually they spill punch on themselves.

A vampire has lots of time to watch all of the movies, okay.

"Crowds not your thing, right? They're not my thing either. But I haven't had enough sunshine for the last hundred years so why don't we check out the trucks and try a little bit of everything."

Apparently, Peter's not nearly as subtle as he'd time to be and just shifts awkwardly when he gets called out. "Uh... no-no, I'm the kid that doesn't even go to the dance." He corrects. It was technically true-he started to go to homecoming but then stuff happened and that was the end of that plan. There was also Liz's party that he was there for like two seconds.

"N-no, not usually." He admits to not liking crowds. "I-I really just came out to see things and get-um-get food."

"How much food do you think you can carry?" Jace asks, gently redirecting the kid towards more food trucks. They can load up and find a quiet place for the kid to unwind. he looks tense.

"I've never been shy, it sounds painful. Parties have never been my thing. Too prissy and fake, everyone smiling and making small talk. Vampire parties are the worst. All they do is drink."

That's a joke, Peter.

"I'm not shy." Peter denies as he allows Jace to redirect him. "I just just kinda nervous around new people." He states, picking at the sleeve of his shirt. Definitely not shy. Nothing about him says he's shy. Aside from everything about him.

"I-I don't really go to parties. I mean I did once but I uh had leave and it wasn't fun." Made all the worse by Flash singling him out like he had.

"Do you have friends back home?" Jace asked casually, doing his best to help ease the anxiety he could practically feel rolling off the kid. It had a scent, like a lot of things, faint in the way the body reacted to emotions which altered the scent of blood just enough to be noticeable.

"Five bucks says you can't fit the rest of the taco in your mouth in one shot."

It's probably a terrible - probably? no! it absolutely is a terrible idea, MJ! - to bet Peter to do something.

"Not that I've got any money on me. You'd have to wait until we get home to collect." She grins, taking a bite of her own taco as she comes up beside Peter, gently bumping his shoulder with hers. "That's if you can even do it." She smugly mumbles from around a bite of food.

Peter was going to just take a bite but while he's enhanced and has powers that make him more resistant to things there is one thing he is very much not resistant too-well two really, Peer Pressure and Impressing people. Especially if he happens to really like the person.

"Oh yeah?" He grins at her. "Challenge accepted." He states before just... trying to horf the the whole taco in his mouth. Which he does manage.

BUT.

He quickly discovers that he can't really chew it with how much food is now in his mouth. Whoops.

mistakes have been made.

In a heartbeat it all goes wrong. Or, at least, she assumes it has when Peter doesn't swallow. Gone is her short-lived amusement, and in its wake is mild (for now!) panic that is so very clearly written across her face.

"Peter?" She asks, trying her best to remain calm and not freak out. "You don't have to swallow it, okay? Please don't try to swallow it to like prove a point or something and end up choking."

Unless...

"Are you choking? I know the heimlich if you are. Just, I dunno, point to your throat, okay?"

If he choked at this point it would be his own fault for being a dumbass. Why did he decide to do this? This is not going well-not only is his mouth far too full for him to chew much but it's also on fire thanks to the molten lava salsa he decided the taco needed.

He's not choking exactly. He can still breath through his nose and all but he can't do much else. He'd try to tell her he's fine but he can't get the words around the giant taco. Why is he like this? What is he supposed to do? Spit it out in front of her? That's gross. She'd never like him then. Can he spit it out? Very slowly he makes an attempt to chew after a quick shake of his head.

His fault? No. No! Totally not his fault. This is all on her for putting the challenge out there in the first place while knowing full well how dumb boys can be. Even ones as smart as Peter can be incredibly dumb. Sorry, Peter!

And while she can't reverse time to right her wrong, she can, at least, keep Peter from choking. Potentially choking since he doesn't seem to be choking at the moment. Right? He's shaking his head. Is he shaking it because he's not choking? Or is he shaking it because he isn't sure? Oh, god. She has no clue! For all she knows he might be trying to play it cool, like he's got this. When, in fact, he doesn't got ― have this. And if she just lets him continue being dumb...

"Hold still, okay?" She's already behind him as soon as the last word is out. One arm coming around his chest for support, her other pulled up and back behind him. If he lets her, and if he doesn't move, she'll deliver a few blows to his back in hopes he can spit it out. She can't like him if he's dead, right? Better to be gross than dead, Peter.

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