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WHO: onegoesalone and OPEN
WHERE: Central Park. mostly around the magic lake. because that place is really cool ;~;
WHEN: ALL DAY Thursday, April 28
WARNINGS: nada
SUMMARY: Will is kind of just hanging out. Maybe singing sometimes, becaause that makes him feel better.
FORMAT: whatever you want!
He didn't spend a lot of time reorrienting himself. As soon as he arrived, he remembered everything about his previous times here, and while it was momentarily disconcerting that he'd been made to forget at all, those memories were easily reintigrated and it was like he'd never left.
Only not quite. Since the computer seemed to enjoy sending him back for a couple months at a time, and he could easily remember that too. But it was like any other occation when he'd travelled through Time and returned to the same moment from which he'd left.
He made his way to Central Park to wander around a bit before he actually announced his presence to the rest of the network. Anyone who would care likely already knew he was there anyway, and there didn't seem to be anything big happening at the moment that might need his attention. For a little while, he could be a boy again and sulk about this. This was not where he wanted or needed to be. And the park was the only place nearby that was close enough to being Wales to be comforting.
His feet carried him all the way to a lake he was sure had not been around the last time he'd been here. A lake that felt like it might be made out of magic. Will had never seen anything quite like it--perhaps visiting Tethys was close, but it still wasn't quite like this. It was both very relaxing and unnerving to be near.
On a whim, he felt like singing. Just a simple turn written by the Old Ones long ago, one that held no power aside from it's beauty. It was a meloncholy tune, full of longing and the desire to help, all but incompehensable to anyone who happened to wander by who was not an Old One--and there were none here so that would be everyone. But it made him feel better to sing it, almost made him feel more connected to home, so he stood there at the edge of this marvolous lake with his hands in his pockets and sang as if he were simply practicing for the church choir.
WHERE: Central Park. mostly around the magic lake. because that place is really cool ;~;
WHEN: ALL DAY Thursday, April 28
WARNINGS: nada
SUMMARY: Will is kind of just hanging out. Maybe singing sometimes, becaause that makes him feel better.
FORMAT: whatever you want!
He didn't spend a lot of time reorrienting himself. As soon as he arrived, he remembered everything about his previous times here, and while it was momentarily disconcerting that he'd been made to forget at all, those memories were easily reintigrated and it was like he'd never left.
Only not quite. Since the computer seemed to enjoy sending him back for a couple months at a time, and he could easily remember that too. But it was like any other occation when he'd travelled through Time and returned to the same moment from which he'd left.
He made his way to Central Park to wander around a bit before he actually announced his presence to the rest of the network. Anyone who would care likely already knew he was there anyway, and there didn't seem to be anything big happening at the moment that might need his attention. For a little while, he could be a boy again and sulk about this. This was not where he wanted or needed to be. And the park was the only place nearby that was close enough to being Wales to be comforting.
His feet carried him all the way to a lake he was sure had not been around the last time he'd been here. A lake that felt like it might be made out of magic. Will had never seen anything quite like it--perhaps visiting Tethys was close, but it still wasn't quite like this. It was both very relaxing and unnerving to be near.
On a whim, he felt like singing. Just a simple turn written by the Old Ones long ago, one that held no power aside from it's beauty. It was a meloncholy tune, full of longing and the desire to help, all but incompehensable to anyone who happened to wander by who was not an Old One--and there were none here so that would be everyone. But it made him feel better to sing it, almost made him feel more connected to home, so he stood there at the edge of this marvolous lake with his hands in his pockets and sang as if he were simply practicing for the church choir.