The Beach, Sunday Morning

[cunningkingfish.livejournal.com]

There was nothing glorious about Captain James Hook's departure from Neverland. The last words of 'I Want My Mummy' would not strike fear into the hearts of Lost Boys for generations to come.

There was nothing glorious about Captain James Hook's arrival in Fandom, either, as the two events happened quite, quite one after the other. Thankfully his magical transportation left him on the beach, and not hovering temporarily above it to fall ungracefully to the ground. No, Captain Hook, terror of Neverland and nightmare of Lost Boys arrived in Fandom on his back, his face a picture of absolute terror.

At least, for a moment.

When he realized that he was not, in fact, carried off into that great and awful inevitable, he stood up, he brushed the sand off the back of his magnificent pirate coat, and made sure his hat (and wig) were on straight. He patted his pockets to make sure everything was all there, and discovered two things he'd not expected at all. A pouch of his well-earned pirate gold, a good full pound of the stuff, in one pocket. The other, an envelope with two quite curious letters inside. After putting on his reading glasses, he discovered one was a rental agreement, an apartment in his name. The other was an employment contract of all things, to teach at a school.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Not one to leave himself at the mercy of the unknown, the fine Captain Hook set off to find his way to either of these new and mysterious destinations. He had his pistol and his sword, so he wasn't afraid of anything that may come at him.

Unless there was a giant crocodile around. That would definitely scare him.

[ooc: Mainly establishy, but open too!]

The Graveyard, Sunday Morning

[vanillajello]

When Kate had woken up today she'd only been sure of one thing: she was not going to the welcome picnic. She'd tried the party thing once this week, and it hadn't been a success. It wouldn't be one today either, not with the way she was feeling.

After talking to Mitchell and Bod yesterday, she'd gone back to the room she shared with Bobby, made sure the door was locked, and promptly passed out on her bed, to be woken up only in the evening by Mitchell's message. There may have been tears after that, but she wasn't really sure anymore. Truth be told, everything about yesterday was a little fuzzy in her memory. Like, she could remember the kinds of things she'd said to Bod (and gotten back), but not really any actual words. It was all muddled by how exhausted she'd been.

It was that exhaustion that had had her sleeping through the night even after that multihour nap. And today, she'd felt awake and clearheaded but empty, and she'd been struck by a whim that had now led her to the graveyard in town, with a small bunch of flowers in hand. If she couldn't find a place designated for leaving flowers and candles in remembrance of people buried elsewhere, she was just going to find a headstone with a vaguely appropriate name, or just a good name, or -- or something. Wasn't like who she was trying to mourn was even buried anywhere.

Snow got into her boots as she waded through it, but she didn't care.

[ooc: Post is open, yes yes.]

Caritas | Sunday

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

John had skipped the picnic thing, not being new or a teacher it felt kinda strange. What wasn't strange was drinking in the bar and watching the zombie band argue with Tino about taping them up properly. Sure it sounded like a lot of groaning, but John wasn't getting involved.

The Graveyard; Late Evening

[pyromanyac.livejournal.com]

After the picnic, she had spend the whole day wandering the island. Checking the places, wondering what to do next. It looked safe, even felt safe, in a way. That hadn't stopped the Shop for screwing with her before though.

"They...they have a graveyard." Yeah, she hadn't seen that one coming. Still, it was deserted -without considering the graves- so it was safe. For now. She hadn't had any sort of flash or vision or anything, which was getting her on edge. So she would spend the night there, in the graveyard. She would examine the place she was expected to sleep later. As in, later. She didn't need a bed; she didn't know if she could sleep in a bed anytime soon.

So staring at the stars between two graves it was, at least until she found somewhere...cozier.

Her hopes weren't high.

[Open, sure~ This is what happens when Life Attacks.]