fandomtownies | The Woods, Thursday evening

For those who've just come through the stone's gate.

An older woman stepped through the gate. She was at least seventy, with her gray hair in a tidy knot at the nape of her neck, but her body showed the signs of a life of hard work under her simple house dress.

She walked with purpose, looking as comfortable here in the woods as she would in a kitchen or a garden.

Bill hadn't been the kind of guy to listen to offers or take deals that seemed too good to be true while he'd been alive, and that hadn't really changed after he'd stopped being alive. But despite his well founded scepticism, or maybe because of it, he could tell a sincere invitation from a false one.

Which was how a guy that looked like he'd been around a few blocks, wearing a jacket that had been around a few more, came walking out of the mists and into the woods.

Okay, technically, it was more of a swagger.

Was it strange that this was far from the weirdest thing that had ever happened to Mr. Desmond, before or after death?

Either way, he took a moment after stepping through the light to look around.

He was dressed as one might expect of a hero of the mythic age. Which was funny since he was from Brooklyn.

Frank Connell looked pretty pleased with himself as he smoothed out the lapels of his suit. He had to look good. He had a date to get in touch with his lovely daughter.

As two more figures emerged from the light, one would quickly be able to see a difference between them.

One walked with the self assure swagger of a cocky youth. The other, with the stately grace of royalty. They were both here to see the same person.

Okay... First of all, walking out of the mists? Creepy. Like Dr. Fate making lips appear in a monitor creepy. And then there's the realization that you've come back in costume. Seriously?

"Okay. If Kevin Costner shows up and wants to play catch he's going to be bery disappointed."

1.2 seconds after coming back to life and he was already making wisecracks. Yep. Ted Kord hadn't changed a bit.

The man who emerged from the mist moved with a dynamic sort of energy, like a spring coiled close to the breaking point; he looked unpredictable and wild, equally capable of a grandiose impromptu performance or a fanciful ramble at any given moment. It was the general demeanor that had defined every moment of his life until a shard of glass on a stretch of beach had ended it, and not even death, it seemed, could take it from him.

He moved with a purpose, now; there was one he needed to find, to whom his last spoken words had been a bitter curse. The opportunity to dispel that, no matter its source, was not one to be shunned, and it would not be.

A regal-looking woman dressed in veils and scarves daintily stepped through the gate. At her arm was a much more comfortable-looking, tall swarthy boy with a small smile. "Come along, Mother," he urged lightly, taking her arm.

"You mustn't rush a lady, my son," the woman said, smiling softly at him and pulling the veil she wore around her face to just below her chin, so she could speak. "This place is much different than our home. Tread lightly, lest we overstep our bounds."

Rue came out of the gate quietly--she did most things quietly--and smiled softly at the trees that surrounded them. This felt nothing like the Arena.

She found a tree to scramble up into anyway. Just because a place felt safe didn't mean it was.

The male stepped forward first, scanning the area for signs of danger. It was his place to defend and protect, after all. And even if nothing could hurt them now, it was still too much a part of who he was to ignore.

When nothing threatening appeared, he turned to offer his arm to the waiting female.

One of the figures moving through the mist was tall and lanky like teenagers are when close to reaching their full growth, a boy with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes, dressed in Jedi robes. He'd barely achieved full corporeal form when an odd little smile lit up his face; there were three Force presences he would have known anywhere calling out to him, and another that felt familiar if much stronger than he remembered. And a fifth -- he didn't know it, but it felt like family.

The odd smile broke out into a full-fledged grin, and he set off at an easy lope through the trees.

A woman stepped out of the gate with a tread that had never seemed diffident, even when she had no idea, like now, exactly where she was going. She looked around her surroundings, sorting through the knowledge of dozens of systems to see if any of them helped her here, then smoothed her skirts over her hips, reached up to pat her elaborately coiled hair and headed out of the woods.

Yeah, he'd been suspicious of the offer. His brother had taught him to always suspect something being offered for nothing. But it had never stopped him from jumping into things when he was alive, and it sure as hell wasn't going to stop him now that he was dead. Another chance to walk around, another chance to see his brother? Hell yeah he was going to take it.

Rafe stepped out of the trees, paused to look around, taking in his surroundings, then headed off, following the sense that told him to go that way.

The blond man moved confidently as he emerged from the gate, looking every bit as though he belonged there. It was a talent that hadn't left him, even in death.

There was no denying the excitement at seeing their son after so long. Robert wished only that his wife had been able to accompany him, but this was somehow a task he had to undergo alone.

And so, yet another man emerged from the gate and walked into the woods. It seemed to be the sport of the day.

A woman came out of the gate and looked around in surprise. This wasn't quite what she'd expected to find when she went through the mist, but she could sense that her son really was here. Now, she just had to follow her internal compass and find him, and hope that he would understand what was happening.

The brunette had a light, loping stride and a petite frame that belied her career as an opera singer. Her hair was pulled back sleekly, and she was dressed in a simple maroon sundress, hands in the large patch pockets.

Annette looked as if she might break into a run at any moment, but was trying to remember not to. It had been a very long time since she saw her son.

It was an odd thing, really. Mister and Miss Owens, late of a graveyard in England didn't expect to ever leave. Now, arriving through an unfamiliar gate in a place with a very familiar sense, they both had to take a moment to look at around and then at each other.

"Well," Mister Owens said, dusting his hands on his pants, "let's go find that boy of ours."

Miss Owens nodded her agreement.

Bartleby strode out of the gate, looking like he both owned and hated the place all at once. Fucking fuck, it felt good to have a head again. Now, he just needed to find his idiot of a friend.

Larry Lance stepped through the gate and barely glanced around. He knew where he had to be. He had a daughter to meet.

The woman who stepped through the gate next was itching for a cigarette. She had a weatherbeaten air to her, which might make her appear older at first glance. She'd been unafraid of hard work, and had the calluses (and scars) to prove it.

This forest was a nice improvement on the desert, at least visually. Deserts didn't leave much to look at. But she wasn't here for the scenery, so she glanced around the drawing crowd, hoping to spot her little girl.

The woman stepped out of the gate hastily, looking around her for a moment to get her bearings. It didn't take long. The colors here weren't as bright as she remembered but that didn't matter.

She had someone to find. She'd waste time on examinations later.

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For those who want to meet their guests in the woods.

Stark had not, as even he might have expected, gone in search of a cupcake first thing upon his arrival in Fandom. Instead he'd gone wandering around the island, enjoying being back and the fact that it was very unlikely anyone would be after him or any of his friends here. He still wasn't sure why he'd felt so sure he needed to come now, and he wasn't sure why his wanderings had led him into the woods. But he'd been feeling oddly ever since Yondalao's death (well, more oddly than was usual) so he didn't think too much of it. Although these woods did feel very strange today. He couldn't quite identify why it felt that way, but something was happening here. And for a change whatever the something was didn't make him want to run.

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