The Woods, Thursday Sunset

[endsthegame]

Somewhere in the early hours of the morning, the teal deer that rested by the stone's side got up. Disoriented, it walked a few circles around the rock - then it sank in that whatever had drawn the deer here, it had now faded. It hopped over a log and vanished into the underbrush.

The stone sat there quietly for some time.

As the sun began to sink behind the horizon to make way for night, and shadows fell over the woods, a thin mist rose up from the ground-- but only in the smallest circle around the stone. It emanated a strange, pale white light that grew in intensity as the mist itself grew and grew in size. It would not be long before it filled the entire clearing.

Whisps crept into the light from the shadows. More and more, until they grew more solid, and their voices became audible, speaking softly.

Calling. Or being called.

[[ and they have come! Feel free to use this post to establish arrivals or play out first meetings. People can be drawn to the woods to meet their guests, or their guests can go somewhere else on the island and people can be drawn there, or their guests can come and find them wherever they are. ]]

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[justlurkinghere]

Derek had not spent his entire night hiding in the woods. That would just be ridiculous of him. He also spent part of the night brooding in the woods. Which counted as something different, alright? Totally did.

Which would be why he wasn't on his A game when it came to noticing the scent right away. If asked, he'd say... Well, actually he'd glare rather than respond. But he'd think it was a guilt ridden memory of something comforting.

Which totally made it alright.

[justalphahere.livejournal.com]

"Derek, tell me you're not hiding in a pile of damp leaves."

[justlurkinghere]

That... that sounded like Laura. Coupled with the scent, it was enough to get him to surface and look for the obvious hallucination.

[notnamedgerald.livejournal.com]

Leo had solidified just in time to see Derek and Laura's little reunion.

"...huh," he finally settled on. "Everyone here is a crazy person."

Time to find Josh. At least that was crazy he was used to.

[ultron-babymama.livejournal.com]

It was disorienting, being... back. Being dead, by contrast, had been easy; Marianella Mancha had always believed in the afterlife and it had turned out to be close enough what she'd expected. Being back, by contrast, felt strange and unsettling in everything from the smell of the town to the heavy gravity.

But she didn't have time to linger on that. Sure, she took her time about examining her surroundings, but her pace as she set off for town was undeniably brisk. She had a son to find, and it was a weeknight. This might be her last chance to tell him not to stay up too late doing homework when he had school in the morning.

[ultron_junior]

Weird dreams were not new to Victor.

Weird dreams about his mom: A little weirder, but still not stop-the-presses time.

Weird dreams about his mom where she summoned him to meet her and told him to keep dreaming of her-- Okay, maybe that was enough to tear him away from meta Call of Duty on a Thursday night.

He didn't exactly believe what he saw when he spotted Marianella, but love overcame belief and he was across the street and trying to give her a hug in a moment.

"Hi, Mom."

If you asked him, he'd deny that his eyes were wet.

[ultron-babymama.livejournal.com]

That made one of them who could hide it, then, because Marianella was already very obviously teary the moment she set eyes on Victor. "Hi, honey."

And now he was going to get hugged very tightly, if that was perfectly all right with him.

[notquitethelast.livejournal.com]

A dignified figure in red and saffron robes emerged from the mists, then, after glancing around the clearing and realising there was nobody around who'd recognise him, hurtled out of the clearing on an air scooter with far less dignity and a lot more speed and enjoyment.

[ofthe-blood.livejournal.com]

There had been an Irina Stephanova, and then there hadn't, and now there was again. In between, all there was was a voice.

Somehow, the force that summoned her back had made her know the war she'd died during was long over, but she was still cautious as she moved through the woods, half expecting to hear the crackle of gunfire. When she didn't, she put a hand on a tree trunk and smiled at its solidity.

All that was left was to find Jack.

[bloodofmother.livejournal.com]

Tracy Sekemoto stepped into the forest, and had to take a moment to just stare in shock. She'd sort of known what to expect, but this, this was... nothing she'd ever gotten to see in life.

The idea that Allie was here, safe, was enough to start her walking again in the direction of town, lips set in a determined line.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

There were things the Blood knew, and Blood would always sing to Blood, which was why Surreal was tearing through the woods just after sunset, unable (willing) to believe what she had scented.

This was not possible.

[harpy-mother.livejournal.com]

Titian had waited.

Titian had waited for many things in her life, and in her undeath.

Waiting for her daughter to pass beneath the tree she was in was simple enough, and then she had simply dropped out of the leaves, falling to the ground and taking Surreal with her.

"You never remember to look up."

[notamerrysoul.livejournal.com]

Kol glanced around, taking in the area, then closed his eyes and reached out through the Force.

He found a surprising number of Force-strong lifeforms that he didn't recognize, though they struck him as vaguely familiar, and one that he was looking for.

Cade, he sent. I'm here.

And then he found a comfortable rock to wait on.

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade finally showed up, looking decidedly worse for wear. "You," he slurred. "You are dead. I felt you die."

[frater-glacies.livejournal.com]

It was a consolation to Christian, as he materialized, that he was dressed in the very latest fashions, in an excellent suit, and the collar hid the thick scars around his throat quite nicely.

Which meant he could totally go out and have some fun and make new friends, while he waited for his favorite little sister to show up.

[putsfishiesback.livejournal.com]

Gareth wasn't sure what kinds of spirits had drawn him to this place, but given the condition of his clothing, and the lack of stone walls and...other things, he was going to assume good ones.

Not that he overly cared right now, since he had far more important things on his mind.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was not a happy camper.

She didn't like the tugging in her gut that kept pulling her into the woods, she didn't like the unshakable feeling of being watched, and she especially didn't like the fact something was trying to make her feel good about all these things. Hence the fact she was not so much wandering the woods as stalking through them.

[spiderbirther.livejournal.com]

Temporary though it was, this was an immediate improvement for Otto. Of course, that wasn't difficult since right now he was alive and his skull was in one piece and his face wasn't horribly burned.

Regardless, he had one major goal to achieve during his time here. He didn't think it would be appreciated by his creation, so he was going to have to make certain preparations first. It would be preemptively in self defense.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela took a slow, deep breath. Then she let it out.

Her lip twitched in an expression that looked suspiciously like amusement.

Momoko.

The name echoed in her head. It was not alone. There were many people she should check in with. Assuming she could track them down.

[holy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Lucrezia could bear it no longer; the feeling under her skin was growing by the moment. She found her way to the woods again, hoping that this time, she might find the cause of it. Or a relief to the burning itch in her mind.

There were others here, tonight. Was this another of this island's curses? Lucrezia lingered near the edge of the woods, unsettled.

[backforecho.livejournal.com]

These woods were not those near Pesaro; somehow Paolo knew that he was in a land far from his home. Not Rome, either, but somewhere entirely foreign.

Where did not matter. He was near his lady; he had been called forth by his love. She was here.

Paolo walked slowly through the shadows, looking for the one face engraved on his heart. When his eyes found hers, he smiled.

"My lady Lucrezia."

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima did not have the premonition of her brother or father, not with their clarity of vision, but the Dune Tarot and her own instincts would have sent her out into the woods tonight, regardless.

Leto and Alice arriving for a visit had only solidified her knowing, and so she was here, walking under the trees so beloved by her Grandmother. Leto was about, somewhere, but Ghanima was following her own steps, an echo, over soil which she had never trod.

[preborn-alia.livejournal.com]

Ghanima was not the only one to feel so alien in this type of terrain.

She felt her form pull around herself, not dissimilar to the winds sculpting the dunes. And when the last wisps of her hair settled around her shoulders, blue-on-blue eyes opened to regard her niece.

"Ghanima."

[fosterwolf.livejournal.com]

Bryan wasn't certain how he'd arrived here, or even where here was. What he did know was that he could scent his Mercy. She'd been here not so very long ago, maybe a day, not much more.

And he knew she was on her way back.

So he closed his eyes and let himself take in all the scents of this place as he waited for her.

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy did feel herself pulled back to the woods, but she certainly wasn't expecting to find him.

"Bryan-dad?" she breathed. And then she was running, throwing herself into his arms and letting his strength and scent wrap around her. "You're here! Oh, you're here, you're here, I've missed you so much!"