The Causeway, Sunday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

The first thing to hit the island was an enormous trunk labeled, simply, WAR.

A second later, the individual who'd dropkicked it through the portal in the first place - one Atton Rand - followed it out.

And so did the rest of the travelers.

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[suitably_heroic]

The 'WAR' trunk was unfortunately not the only one Atton got stuck with. In fact, as soon as he bothered to sit down by the edge of the causeway, many others materialized: MURDERER, LOST THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE, TRAUMATIZED, WHO AM I ANYWAY--

They were gonna get drop-kicked off the causeway one by one.

[doesnotkneel]

Edward didn't have a whole lot of baggage, but what he had was heavy.

He hadn't the faintest what to do with bags marked 'SUPERIORITY COMPLEX', 'INFERIORITY COMPLEX', 'BECOMING AN ALCOHOLIC' or 'THE FUTURE'.

The one marked 'POOR', though-- he was going to drop that one off the causeway's soon as he had a chance to.

[not_every_mage]

"Do you have the first guess what this rot is about?" Anders asked Edward. He kicked his FOUR YEARS IN THE CIRCLE trunk along in front of him as he spoke. It wasn't even that what his bags said was especially bad, it was more the principle of the thing.

[doesnotkneel]

"I've no idea," Edward said, spinning 'round to face him (and nearly getting hit with a bag marked UNDEREDUCATED). "They just started appearing."

[not_every_mage]

"It's not magic," Anders said, poking at his own ANGER bag. "They're just here to tell us everything wrong with us. Welcome home."

[doesnotkneel]

"Is that what they're saying?" Edward said, peering over the edge towards where the 'POOR' bag had landed. (It only had four letters. He'd been able to piece that much together.) "I'd just been wondering why the island was handing us free bags."

[not_every_mage]

Anders was supposed to go to work today, and he eyed the pile of baggage that had followed him out of the portal with chagrin. Could he really open the Magic Box while juggling boxes marked ANGER and SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS, as though nothing at all was wrong?

[likes-ducklings.livejournal.com]

Don't mind Rapunzel, who had her hair tucked up in the cap Barry gave her in order to free up her arms. She had a whole bunch of stuff to carry, all of a sudden -- a nicely matched set of pink suitcases with ONLY AS GOOD AS HER HAIR and GUILT COMPLEX had shown up at the foot of her bed this morning.

She felt like she should take them, even if she was really self-conscious about carrying them around.

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

Magic had always made carrying things easier, though today Celia was really tempted to just chuck a few of these extra bags off the damn causeway. As though the enormous trunk that read INADEQUACY ISSUES wasn't enough, it was the matching hatboxes that read BLAMES HERSELF FOR MOTHER'S DEATH and UNWANTED CHILD that had Celia furiously pretending she wasn't actually bothered by the luggage floating near her, today.

If she didn't acknowledge it, it wasn't happening.

[myownface]

Sparkle really didn't seem too bothered by any of his luggage, no. Most of this shit, so far, was already pretty common knowledge. There were a few that talked about his family that he was carrying around with him, the words carefully angled toward himself so that nobody could see, but those were soon tossed over the edge of the causeway and into the water, and it wasn't like they were labelled with his name, so...

He was finding that if he tolerated some of the luggage, more was at least slightly slower to appear. And he could tolerate ABANDONMENT ISSUES and, hell, QUEER was practically a fashion statement these days. Not to mention the fact that PATHOLOGICAL LIAR was just the right size for his dirty laundry, and was slung over one shoulder along with his usual backpack, which was full of... well...

Look, there was a reason he kept occasionally tripping over bags marked KLEPTO. Some of the shit that was just sitting around in Skyrim was kind of neat.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton rolled I HATE MYSELF over towards the edge of the causeway, and, oh, look, it smacked into one of Sparkle's KLEPTO bags. He eyed the bag (and his other, constantly-increasing luggage) like it had murdered his grandmother, then looked up at Sparkle.

"Ugh," he said eloquently.

[myownface]

"Ugh," Sparkle agreed. "Have I mentioned lately how much I hate this fucking place?"

Because he did. A lot. And wasn't even giving the dust that AGING OUT OF THE FOSTER SYSTEM kicked up enough time to settle again before he was shoving it over the edge, too.

"There's no way in hell all of this shit is going to fit in a dorm room."

[suitably_heroic]

"Well, it'll probably disappear by tomorrow," Atton said, tossing the MURDERER bag that wouldn't stop following him around back into the water with some judicious application of the Force. "So there's that, but it's still a pain in the ass. Please tell me you have some cigarettes left."

Smooth segue right there.

[myownface]

"Yeah," Sparkle replied, raising an eyebrow. "They're in my bag."

Probably the one that wasn't labelled. But Sparkle figured he didn't have to specify that.

He elbowed DOESN'T CARE to the side and into CARES TOO MUCH as he crouched down and started to rummage through his backpack, nudging a few candlesticks, a fork, three pastries (for the road) and a neat-looking dagger out of the way before he found the pack of smokes in question and straightened up again.

"Last pack before I have to go into Baltimore to get more. Like hell that's happening today, though."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Some new luggage decided to greet Barry at the portal. Which included "asshole", "irresponsible" and "clinically insane by 30"

""Seriously. Fuck off!"

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"They'll be gone by tomorrow, I hope," Elsa said softly, stepping up beside Barry and reaching to take his hand. "I have no idea what point any of these are trying to prove. It seems like... like a good deal of needless cruelty, to me."

She'd had some mean luggage, today, too.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's not like we don't already fucking know this shit already," Barry muttered as he gave Elsa's hand a squeeze. "This fucking island. I swear."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"We really don't meed these things out in the open for everyone to see," Elsa sighed, squeezing Barry's hand back. "If I walk into one more suitcase labelled with something about snowmen, I'll--"

Stumble, apparently, over a cooler with "Eternal winter prophecy" stamped in neat cursive across the front.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry looked at Elsa worriedly then scowled. "Want me to set it on fire?"

[beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com]

Minako was... unusually subdued, for a Minako. And it wasn't even the bags saying DITZ or ACADEMIC DUNCE or LONDON or PARENTAL DISAPPOINTMENT. Minako had learned a long time ago not to let (most) of that bother her.

The handbag neatly embroidered with FREAK, the cat carrier - and she hadn't even brought Artemis so whatever, Fandom - with GETS PEOPLE KILLED, the STAR-CROSSED wallet... she'd managed to stuff those into the larger bags, thankfully, so that no one else would see that.

If she pushed LONDON off the Causeway and into the water, well, no one would blame her, right? Then she could blame the tears that kept threatening to spill over on water splashed on her face.

[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

Johnny actually only had a few bags on hand. One was the one he brought with him. The one that clinked when he walked was labeled ASPIRING DRUNK. And the on he was holding up proudly said CHEATER.

And if anyone asked, he'd explain that he dropped his other bags in the magically flaming corpse of a dragon and they were stuck in its skeleton. He hadn't stopped long enough since then to accumulate more, either.

[so_hawkward]

Clint was a light packer, so he only had his totally normal duffel bag in hand, and was taking great delight in kicking the suitcase that said DADDY ISSUES and TERRIFIED OF FAILURE. "Some welcome back," he muttered. "It's like this place missed us."

[throughaphase]

"That's what we get for leaving," Kitty said, dropping her EVERYBODY DIES suitcase and kicking it. "I like the kicking. It's cathartic."

[so_hawkward]

"It's stupid," Clint said bitterly, kicking the bags a little more. "Like, what does making us feel bad accomplish?"

[throughaphase]

"It probably wants us to address our problems or whatever," Kitty said. "But I'm a talker and I've still got this so I don't even know."

She was ignoring the PETER bag at her feet because it felt weird kicking the baggage from a dead guy, but she was grateful there wasn't a bag for every issue that came from him.