sixthiterationlogs | [MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade

WHERE: Corn field next to the inn
WHEN: 31 October, all day and night
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn as appropriate in your subject lines
NOTES: Please make sure you have read and understand the event details! If you have questions, drop them here. RECOMMENDED BUT NOT REQUIRED: Put your SCRUBS COLOR in your OTA subject line for folks doing bingo. Time your OTA for the harvest feast, the masquerade, or both. Costume matches and details for folks who did not get matched are here.

This morning, our intrepid villagers awoke to a surprise of the nicer kind: A bundle of clothing left at the foot of their bed, tied with a bow. There is also a note: Put on your new outfit and join the festivities in the corn field next to the inn.

You may be thinking, what corn field next to the inn? The one that sprung up fully-mature overnight, of course.

In the middle of the field, villagers will find an autumn feast: Tables piled with harvest time food and drink, warm and rustic decorations, the day's sunshine fending off any chill in the air.

Tuck in and enjoy, villagers, but take note: Things often look different in the dark, and you might be one of them.

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"Yes. Who is to say what is a god? A powerful creature far beyond us? A holy figure? It could go any way. I hope I meet this Thor at some point." Hawke might tease him relentlessly once she gets to know him. A god? Who says! Not one of her gods, and it was likely best. If this woman could be friends with him, he must not be that full of himself. Probably not a god if that was the case.

"It hasn't worked yet he'd say." Hawke picked up on the past tense and smiled with a slightly sad cast. Sympathetic for certain. "My brother talked a lot, but none of it was smooth. It was shitetalk." It has been a long time since Carver died before her eyes. He was so bloody young, that's the thing. One day she will have lived more years without him than with him and it was a depressing thought. She does remember him with love and teasing, like this. He was Bethany's twin, so their bond was broken in devastation. "My siblings were twins. The madness they'd get into ... especially at me!"

Wanda laughed and the sound surprised her. It was a sweet but rough laugh of someone who really didn't spend a lot of time laughing. "Yet is an important indicator." It reminded her of something that her brother would have said. "My brother was a smooth talker."

She paused.

"And he talked a lot." Though his speed had been a defining trait of his before Hydra's experiments. "My brother and I are twins." She tried not to talk in past tense but it was difficult. Peitro had been dead for years and Wanda had finally gotten used to him not being around.

"I can imagine the trouble." By imagining what Peitro used to do...

A pain twisted through Wanda's chest but she ignored it. She was tired of thinking about those she lost and wanted to think about the happy pieces of her life; even if it was only for the night.

Hawke laughed with her and then listened to what she was saying about her brother. It was painful, thinking of people who were lost, but also in her experience there were moments of fond memories that were very real. "Yeah, they were real trouble. Carver would convince Bethany to mess with me. She has magic." She rolled her eyes. "All types of wicked things. Snow in my bed, fire on my bum, wind burst so something smacked me in the head." Typical little sibling antics, as far as she was concerned, but she did always give them a hard time for it. As deserved!

"He died years ago. Sometimes it feels like yesterday, sometimes a lifetime ago." As the years went on and her concerns multiplied, Hawke had reasons to get distracted from such a huge loss. And it did hurt, to think of him now. "I doubt the type of stories he'd want me telling about him are what a little prick he could be." Hawke grinned and shook her head. "But he was brave and bold and stupidly loyal too."

She shrugged. "Sorry to sound like a downer, but I don't know, remembering him doesn't actually get me very down, so there's that. But I know it's weird, talking about the dead so freely."

It was hard to talk about her brother but it was also nice. She never wanted to forget him, even if it was a constant reminder that she was alone. "Peitro was like that too." Her mouth pulled into a wistful smile. "He was brave, bold, cocky and stupid. He would have done anything for me, give me anything." He was the other half of her and he was gone.

Wanda cleared her throat and took a sip of her drink. "Excuse me. He died a few years ago, saving a boy. He was a hero but I miss him." She never stopped missing him. "I keep hoping that it'll show up here." But she knew that he wouldn't.

She shook her head. "It's fine. It's nice to be able to talk about him again. I don't often have the chance too." They were very conflicting emotions.

Hawke may have intended this. If Wanda wanted to back off the subject she would, but she spent years struggling to say anything about Carver. Eventually the dam broke when she realized Bethany needed to talk about him, and as a family they traded stories and laughed and cried. She knew that kind of loss was easy to bottle up, and if Wanda wanted to tip toe into a conversation, long or short, about it, Hawke understood it.

"I'm sorry, love. It's closing in on a decade. It still hurts, but it does get easier to remember the good, at least." Hawke had a particular feeling of failure and heart break over Carver. Her mother blamed her for it, for not being fast enough, and it had been a brutal end. "When he died, we pointed out he died saving us, but my mother said she didn't want a hero, she wanted her son." And Hawke understood that to her very core. It was very noble, dying that way, and Hawke did it herself. But grief could be selfish too, for good reason.

"Would you like to talk more about him? I don't mind listening."

Wanda didn't expect it to ever stop hurting. A piece of her died with her brother and as his twin, she'd felt it. It wasn't just a metaphorical connection. They'd been linked and that link had snapped with a staggering force.

"I don't mind." Either way, she could ever forget her brother. "It's getting easier to remember that he's gone and I'm not alone." Wanda had family, though none of them were exactly related to her.

"I just miss him." Which was becoming a more comfortable and familiar feeling each day.

"I almost wish Bethany was here, if only to have someone to talk to about losing a twin. We haven't really run into another one, and she has never really spoken of it to me." It's very probable that she spoke to their mother, but Hawke herself was not always the easiest person to talk to about emotional things. At the moment she's tapping into her more empathic side, but when it came to here own grief, her own pain, she couldn't handle it well on the level of depth her sister needed.

"You're not alone, most certainly, surrounded by people here. Do you have friends here?" She had a feeling Wanda did. She seemed mostly comfortable with the situation and not as alarmed as Hawke had been.

"It's fine." Her expression remained soft and warm though no less pained than it had been. "I don't need to talk about it. I've accepted it, even if I don't like it, and I don't ever want to forget my brother." She looked out over the party and her smile widened. "I have a new family here and I'd rather focus on protecting them." Her two son's from another universe and all of the wonderful people she'd met during the last year and a half.

"I've been here for almost two years. I had disappeared for a few months but I know many of the people here." She'd lost people too but Wanda didn't want to focus on that. She was currently more broken up by Clint's disappearance than she was by her brother's death.

"That's why I came to this. To make sure that everyone was okay. It looks like this party is harmless." Which was a good thing. They needed something light and pleasant in an otherwise dark time. "I should be heading back home. I have a dog to fed but I'd like to speak again."

Hawke nods in understanding and thinks it's a very healthy way of handling the situation. Healthy responses to thing are not her forte. "Any time, darling, you take care of that pup and yourself."

[ooc: and wrap! they'll have to talk again :) ]

[ooc: yes totally! this thread was fun :3]

[MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade

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