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Tweak says, "If I had a fish for every time"

logan fox ✶ loki laufeyson (formischief) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2011-12-30 19:51:00

Entry tags:

!plot week, !three wishes, adrian wilder, ames hargreaves, ava prince, carter greene, cassie macmahon, charlotte evans, connor bone, evan gray, grace cash, graham wyatt, gregory delano, haley jacobs, jezebel white, jimmy lannigan, kane lewis, liam walker, lillie shipton, logan fox, mallory "frost" reynolds, nate henderson, oscar darlington, patrick callahan, quinn mcfarlane, rachel young, ren wentworth, sara taft, shane savage, sydney delano, topher strange

WHO: Everyone!
WHAT: A New Year's Eve party hosted by Logan Fox.
WHERE: Happy Endings, Chicago
WHEN: Forward dated to New Year's Eve – the party begins officially around 8:00 PM, but your subthreads can take place any time during the night.
WARNINGS: Anything goes, kiddos. Go absolutely wild.

Logan Fox smiled to himself, surveying the fruits of his labors with pleasure. There was already a sizable crowd mingling in or around the dance floor, talking and dancing (badly) amongst themselves as they waited for the show to start. The pristine silver tile had been put in place especially for the occasion, taking up much of what had formerly been the dining area in front of the stage, but there were still enough tables and chairs closer to the bar to accommodate his guests, not to mention the private booths and boxes lining the outer walls. Standing placidly in his own private box – the only one that was slightly elevated – just to the right of the stage, Logan could see everything, up to and including tonight's main attraction.

And my, what an attraction it was. The dance floor was not the only modification Logan had made for tonight's party, nor was it the most important or the most noticeable. On the contrary, that title belonged to the conspicuous well just inside the doors of the club – a wishing well that, for all intents and purposes, looked like it had been in that precise spot for centuries. Logan was particularly proud of that simple touch; considering the enchantment he'd put on the well, he wanted it to look authentic. The devil was in the details, after all, though it wouldn't have mattered either way. The vapid attendant at the door of the club handed everyone who entered three coins, and everyone, without exception, threw the coins into the well as they passed it to enter the club proper. Some were thoughtful as they did so, some flippant, but none noticed that they had no choice. They all just knew, deep within their souls, that once they crossed the threshold, all of their wishes would be granted. They would find their happy endings here, if that was what they truly desired. Compulsory or no, who could possibly resist that?

Smirking, Logan turned to exit his box, glancing at the clock above the stage as he did so. Four hours until the stroke of midnight. The New Year was almost upon them. It was to be a new beginning no reincarnate would ever forget.

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Adrian/Patrick

canstoptime
2012-01-14 06:50 am UTC (link)

"Me too," was all that Patrick could manage as Adrian spoke. Not feeling alone was a good thing. Kept him from going crazy, and it meant that he had someone to confide in. Someone who wasn't his insane and rather absent guide or watcher or whoever it was that man who showed up on his doorstep had been. Patrick shrugged at Adrian's last question. "I never really thought of it, really," he replied. "She's kind of..." He vaguely motioned toward the back of his head. "She's just always sorta been a feeling, I guess?"

Patrick fiddled with his glass as he thought back on his life. "I'd hear whispers sometimes, maybe some nudging, but never anything more." His brow furrowed. "The dreams, though, were the worst. For a while my parents just thought it was all the horror films I used to watch." He took a sip of his drink. "Stuff about demons and magic and people dying." He pushed away the memories and chuckled. "For a while, I just thought it was insomnia or some deep rooted issues. My therapist used to try and analyze the shit out of them." He couldn't help but laugh. "Turns out it was something a little crazier."

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Re: Adrian/Patrick

orbme
2012-01-14 02:25 pm UTC (link)

"She?" escaped Adrian's lips before he could stop himself, although he did manage to avoid sounding too shocked. "Huh," he added nonchalantly. He had no way of knowing if that might be a sensitive subject with Patrick, the fact that he had a woman's voice in his head. It simply had never occurred to Adrian that it would be an option, although now that he thought of it, it made sense. People who believed in that whole reincarnation stuff were always going on about being different genders and stuff, sometimes even different species! He idly wondered if Scooby at home might have a voice inside his head. Nah. Unless it was another doggy voice. Mitchell, on the other hand... that cat was scary sometimes, he was so smart. But he digressed. He nodded at his new friend. "Yeah, mine was like that at first. A feeling. Like a sixth sense or something."

Leo stirred at the mention of demons and magic, but Adrian stubbornly ignored him. He had years of practice doing that, at least. What he didn't know was that Leo had always actively kept most of the bad stuff he remembered from reflecting on his dreams. He was lucky. "I've had some dreams. You know, I didn't remember until now that you mention it! Nightmares, really. One nightmare. Of falling down to earth, like an angel who loses his wings. Falling and falling, and then I hit the ground and black out. I think I'm dead but I'm not. Weird, huh." Adrian blushed, he wasn't sure where all that had come from. Had Leo made him say those things? Was that a memory?

He looked at Patrick, and imagined he could see through his laughter. Everyone laughed things off that they found difficult to deal with. Laughing could be a buffer, a coping mechanism. He might be completely off base but, in case Patrick's chuckles were a nervous response or a sign of distress, Adrian reached over and gently covered his wrist with his hand. "Well, you know what? You're not alone, now." He gave his friend the slightest tug of a reassuring smile. His eyes were caring, but then that was Adrian. He cared about everybody, and wanted people to be all right, unless they were horrible people. But as a rule, Adrian thought few people were truly horrible. Certainly not Patrick here. He pulled away his hand before the touching had a chance to be awkward, or so he hoped. Adrian was a touchy-feely kind of guy. Some people found it disturbing. "And you're not crazy," he said mildly. "The situation may be, but you're not. Okay?"

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Re: Adrian/Patrick

canstoptime
2012-01-22 12:52 am UTC (link)

The smile had been genuine. He was just glad he wasn't alone at this point. There was something to be said about someone getting you. It was, sadly, an underrated phenomenon. He knew plenty of people who pish-poshed it, but he wasn't quite someone who could really deny feeling like you belonged and that you didn't have to explain yourself. "Yeah, a she," he said. "It's a little weird sometimes, but..." He shrugged. "It is what it is, you know?" He smirked. "I'm just glad I don't get PMS or anything. That would be awful."

He was fairly certain, too, that if it hadn't been for the girl in his head, he would still be a drunk and not facing his feelings. Or his family. "Not at all," he replied with a soft chuckle, "I guess everyone's entitled to some weird dreams now and again. Especially when you're not alone in their head.

Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat. "This is weird," he said after a moment, unsure of the right word to use, glancing around at the people again. "I feel like I haven't been out for fun in..." He shook his head. "God, so long." He felt so much older than he was. "Or a bar to boot."

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Re: Adrian/Patrick

orbme
2012-01-22 02:43 am UTC (link)

Adrian burst out laughing at the unexpected PMS joke, and couldn't stop snickering from the sudden relief to all the awkwardness and nervousness from before. His tittering made him look very young. He even leaned over and squeezed Patrick's knee playfully. He suddenly felt a lot less alone in the world, and had no real way to express it any other way.

He followed Patrick's glance and heaved a happy sigh. "Tell me about it. I think I had completely blanked out what a boys' night out was like. Man, I'm really as terrible as my employees say. Guess I've truly become a workaholic."

While they were looking around, a funny fellow walked by the table and dropped a small tablet into Adrian's drink without him noticing. The well-meaning guy had decided to lend a helping hand, as it were, to everyone he deemed looked too uptight to be at a New Year's party. None the wiser, Adrian took another swig from his glass. "Well, I wanna thank you, Patrick. I needed this. You saved me from terminal boredom tonight." He finished his drink in a few more swigs and went for another round. About a half hour later, whatever had been in his drink would hit, and he would be more or less completely impaired.

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