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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Of course Evie's at the party. She's feeling well enough to leave home, finally, so she's going to the celebration. She has people she wants to see, and a change of scenery in general. So she can be found a variety of places at the party.

While she's not feeling well enough to dance (which is a shame because she loves dancing), she's absolutely watching people on the dance floor, comfortably seated on one of the chairs just on the perimeter. She had food with her, too. One of the funnel cakes and a plain cheese pizza that she's eating slowly, smiling softly at how much joy was in the air.

Later on, she can be seen talking to one of the local children, asking for directions on how to make the most perfect s'more. Not that she hasn't, but this is a child and Evie does have a soft spot for children. So she's listening to this kid very carefully, nodding at every piece of expert advice she's given. Soon enough, she has her own s'more. It's sort of burnt, but the kid is telling her she did a great job and giving her a hug, and that's fine by Evie. She returns the gesture with a laugh, thanking the kid and moving on.

While she wasn't actively seeking out watching someone take on the Ghost Pepper Pizza challenge, she certainly was watching someone take it on. Every cringe they made, every wince or groan of pain and Evie's hands were up by the side of her face as she cringed and winced along with them. And while she didn't understand something like this, Evie was certainly hoping them the best. Come be absolutely horrified with her?

When it's late enough, Evie can be found sitting on one of the benches. She's a bit worn out. Still happy to be there, but needing time to sit and settle a bit. If you're someone she knows and you walk close enough, she'll wave to get your attentoin.

"How are you enjoying the party?" she asks, grinning from ear to ear.

a. Festivities

As miserable as Adam was, he was glad they'd been able to do a good thing for Driftcrest. He was glad to see people happy, relaxing, without the threat of the Unseen looming over everyone. The sudden shift to summer reminded him of his last summer at the Barns before he was snatched away from Harvard, but he was doing his best not to think about that. In fact, he was trying (and failing) not to think about a lot of things. It was the murder crabs all over, having to watch Ronan cry, having to tell him this won't work. Except this time it was a completely different context.

He half-heartedly picked at a funnel cake even as his stomach growled. He hadn't eaten a whole lot over the last week, and not for lack of trying. You'd think it'd be hard to be miserable during a celebration like this, but Adam was a master at achieving the impossible.

Looking up when someone came near, he forced a half-hearted smile. "It's a nice celebration, isn't it?" he said. His Southern accent was out in full force, meaning he couldn't be bothered to hide it like he usually did.

b. Later that night

The dark circles under his eyes spoke volumes to how well he'd been sleeping, but not getting a lot of sleep was nothing new to Adam. What was new was falling asleep in a hammock in the middle of a party, hearing ear pressed against his curled arm, effectively muffling the loud music. The music wouldn't have kept him up anyway; he could sleep when Ronan's electronic music was playing, and this wasn't much different in terms of volume.

Wake him up?

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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.

A: Heading to the party.

Thank God for this celebration. Gwen had enjoyed recovering at home, but couldn't really take being in the house another minute. It's not that it was bad there, but Gwen was getting a little tired of the same four walls, over and over. So she'd gotten dressed, made sure her hair was actually behaving and even touched up the pink dye on the ends.

And she left the house. Simple as that. The party was a good walk from home, but Gwen was feeling up to it. The closer she got to the sounds and smells, the more excited she became and of course, her first stop?

B: Time to eat.

The Food Trucks. Specifically to get a chocolate covered strawberry cupcake before she ate anything else. Life is short, eat dessert first. Later on, she's absolutely stopping at the pizza truck for a twice-baked cheese and hitting up Pressed for a mango strawberry juice. It's food. She's sixteen. She's pretty happy with life. Even an attempt to knock her food out of her hands by the school bullies Zach and Derek doesn't get much of a reaction from her. Just a swift sidestep and she disappears into the crowd within seconds.

C: Music

Later on, once she's eaten, she's going to be at the drum kit for the live music. That's her class that's playing, and she has a song or two in her. So after a quick playthrough of a couple songs her class has been working on. She's secretly grateful the last one is slowed down, because it might be tiring her out a bit.

D: Settling down.

Afterward, she can be found carrying a newly-purchased hammock and trying to find a good place to set up. She's been here for hours and is trying to find somewhere to settle. She probably should head back home to sleep, but the energy in this place is far too invigorating. People are happy. Overjoyed. It's practically contagious.

While she's setting up, she spots someone randomly hug another person passing by and while it doesn't look like the hugged knows the person hugging them, that was definitely something.

"You uh...you good?" Gwen asks the hugged when the person that did the hugging walks off. "What was that about?"

E: For Hawk. (Closed)

"I've been looking for you," Gwen says from a few feet away, smiling at Hawk. The party was honestly a lot more crowded than she'd like. It was noisy, there were a lot of scents and she was feeling a bit anxious from the sensory overload. So she sought out Hawk.

She had her hammock on her back, tucked back in it's carrying bag, and a couple cupcakes from the cupcake truck in her hands. "I didn't know which cupcake you wanted, so I grabbed a cinnamon dolce and a key lime."

Read as much as you want into that, Hawk. Or as little. Gwen certainly isn't thinking too much about it. It's just a thing she did for one of her best friends and absolutely nothing more.

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.

"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."

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.

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."

"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?"

"That's a waste of perfectly good pizza." Ronan is satisfied to eat his own veggie pizza without horrifically painful add-ons. He's also perfectly satisfied to watch someone be in pain and suffering from doing something very stupid. Adam and Gansey would love this.

He's on his third beer and nowhere close to being warm and fuzzy from it.

"Noah would love this." He took a drink. "You feeling okay?"

You know...from being nearly killed by the Unseen and returned from the frozen statue thing.

Ronan won't sleep in a hammock, but he will pick a spot under a tree to lean his head back and watch Adam Parrish sway very slightly in his own hammock not that far away. It's because Adam is asleep that keeps Ronan at a distance, watching. He knows what it took for him to talk about his feelings the way he did and to hurt people he cares about.

So he'll keep watch and drink his upgraded drink. Beer was never his favorite, but it had been easier to get back home. Whiskey is in his blood, like his dads, so it works a whole lot better for killing off his brain so he doesn't have to think. Nothing to think about. Gansey and Adam have to do what's best for themselves and he's going to accept whatever that is so long as he can sit under a tree and watch to make sure they can sleep.

Jace doesn't have any interest in the foods trucks, they don't carry anything edible for him, and he's made sure to eat before coming out. In the sunlight. Because being a vampire who hasn't seen the sun in over a hundred years means you spend as many hours in the sunlight as possible now. Even if your bodies instinct is to sleep during the day and is the reason anyone paying attention might notice he looks tired. Happy, but tired.

He can be found lounging in a hammock simply because HE CAN NOW! Or listening to music. or simply people watching. it's an interesting feeling surrounding the town after a battle. Reminds him a lot of his time as a Shadowhunter. The rush after a fight. it's close enough he thinks, standing in the sunlight with his eyes closed and feeling the warmth on his skin.

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?"

"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."

I. FOOD TRUCKS: Taste Testing!

Jan's never been one to say no to a social event, especially a celebration. She might not have been in her own world anymore, but the natives were plenty welcoming now that they weren't living in fear. Thus Jan can be found flying around in her Wasp form, only to return to her normal size when hits a food truck that has an offering she just can't refuse.

"Oh my god, this is so good!" She exclaims happily as she takes a lick off her scoop of rocky road on a waffle cone. "This is probably some of the best ice cream, I have ever had!"

Clearly she is excited, even as she wonders how many pounds is she going to put on from all this free food!

II. MUSIC & SMORES!

As the day wears on and turns into evening, Jan finds herself sitting by one of the fires with a few of the locals, listening to their stories while roasting marshmallows for smores. She laughs when asked if she has any stories she wants to share.

"I wouldn't know where to start, honestly." She chuckles as she pulls her marshmallow away from the fire and blows on it, before eating it because who can say no to toasted marshmallows?

III. WILDCARD

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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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"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?

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

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.

"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?"

Jess couldn't really blame people for partying after defeating the Unseen and freeing their people. Everywhere she looked she could see happy faces as she moved through the festival, surrounded by noise and activity. Not that she looked like she was really enjoying it all though as she kept a rather straight face while weaving through the crowd.

Eventually, she could be found sitting off to the side, enjoying a slice of pizza from the Fire'd Up truck, silently impressed that they had actually managed to make it as close to a New York slice as they could without actually being in the city. At her elbow, there was a drink that she had snagged at one of the vendors actually selling something hard to drink. A cup that remained a steady fixture in her hand when she got up to move around later on.

She could be found hanging out near the dance floor once or twice without actually joining in. Then she would drift away to the campfires they had going on, finally settling in on one of the benches and relaxing.

CLOSED TO TONY STANK (:P)

Eventually, Jess couldn't deny that the hammocks looked comfortable and so she finally approached the vendor to get one for herself. Sure, they were meant for two but she wasn't really thinking about that as she set her drink carefully to the side and went through the motion of getting the hammock set up.

She was silently praying that the hammock didn't flip or anything when she turned to sink into it, deciding to sit first and use it almost like a swing when she reached for her drink to snag it up once more. Then she sat back to relax, deciding to enjoy it that way at first before she would inevitably turn to stretch out.

At least, that was the plan.

FUNNEL CAKE FUN
Mal loves a good party, especially when there is good food and a lot to do. Of course, it had taken Evie a bit of needling to convince Mal to go but only because she had wanted to make sure her friend was feeling strong enough to handle it all before they went. Not that she hovers over Evie all the time. She knows that Evie has other people there to keep an eye on her and so she tries to offer some space instead of being the worry-wart she feels like she is being.

But luckily the funnel cake truck has enough power to lure her in. Especially when she finds out there are strawberry options which just about makes her whole day and night. After ordering herself a messy little treat, she moves to the side where she sits down at a table and digs in.

She tries to be neat about it, she really does, but it isn't long before there is whip cream and cinnamon on her fingers but she is happy. Enough to be smiling as she takes another bite and looks around.

SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME?
The girl with the blue-purple hair and infectious smile can be found by the dance floor, later on, checking in with Evie and spending a few minutes chatting while they watch people head out to dance. At first, she isn't sure about heading out on her own but eventually, she can't resist.

When the music gets lively, she can be spotted dancing right in the thick of things, smiling to herself as she moves to the beat. She doesn't even seem to mind if someone joins her.

CAMPIRES
But it's nice to eventually wind down and hang out by the fires when they start. Except, this is when she can't help but get a little melancholy. She can't help it as her mind drifts towards Jay and Carlos, thinking about how much they would have loved the whole thing. They would have been right there going to every food truck they possibly could, enjoying all the treats they could have gotten from each and every one. They would have also loved dancing, making s'mores, and sitting by the fire.

She also thinks of Ben and finds her heart aching, completely unaware of the fact that she looks like she might cry at any minute. Mostly because she knows he would be there cuddling with her right now if he could and that makes her miss him. Eventually, she catches herself, sniffling a bit as she quickly wipes a hand across her cheeks while rising to her feet. She needs to step away and wander for a moment, anything to distract herself.

"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..."

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End of the Long Winter.

Evie Grimhilde - OTA - first day of the party.

Adam Parrish | OTA

Miles Morales - OTA

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Gwen Stacy - OTA

bruce wayne | ota

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Ghost Pepper Pizza

B | Stalker alert!

Jace Herondale | OTA | Second Day

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Janet Van Dyne | OTA

Jean Grey | OTA

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Food Trucks

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Jessica - OTA

Mal - OTA

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