Prince Charming's too damn hard to find. [Open to anyone who followed him/anyone at the castle]

[nothisnanny]

In the noise of the others leaving to find their missing people, Peter hoped no one would miss him slipping off into the woods in the direction his little all-purpose-communicator-and-map-thing told him Olivia was. Let the rest of them find the others. He was getting Dunham away from creepy scientists for a while

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[sarkraticmethod]

This is certainly a sight that makes Sark's morning bearable. And here, one Julian Sark believed that nothing particularly good would come of this week, especially after narrowly escaping that bog.

So sorry, Peter. What you get coming to your rescue is a well-dressed little blond assassin out for a walk. He tilts his head up at the stranger.

"Well. I may find her methods more than a little... Fanciful for my tastes, but the Her Highness certainly has an effective security system."

[nothisnanny]

"Yeah, it's grade A." Peter gives the other man his flat, near-feral glare. From the way he's talking, it doesn't seem like he's going to offer any help. From the way he's dressed, it's clear he's comfortably installed here. "Are you going to call the gardener or do I get to start yelling?"

[sarkraticmethod]

"This would usually be the part where you start screaming, yes," Sark smirks, folding his hands behind his back. "Although, I doubt you'd attract the attentions of the gardener first."

Magic fairy castles? Nothing Sark will ever be able to get behind. Utilizing someone else's craftsmanship for his own gain? Why yes, please.

[nothisnanny]

Peter sighs, dropping his attention away from the stranger and instead focusing on his limbs. First, get one hand free. He relaxes his arm slowly, then tenses and relaxes again, hoping to get himself a little slack. Instead the bush tightens its grip until thorns dig into his wrist.

Ow. Plan fail.

[notfauxlivia]

All Olivia wanted was a little fresh air, and room to think where she wouldn't be interrupted by pixies chasing each other through the halls or cats demanding her attention. She had not expected to turn a corner in the garden and see someone dangling from the hedge, and especially not someone she knows.

She stops walking abruptly, blinking at him in surprise. "...Peter. What're you... Are you okay?" There are no good questions in this situation, so she'll just go with the obvious. Even if it sounds a little stupid.

[nothisnanny]

Peter stares. It's hard not to when Olivia's dressed in... a dress. He'll get his brain back in a few seconds to register just what she's asking, but...

Olivia. In a dress. A really pretty, complimentary dress.

"...Wh- Yeah. I'm... I was trying to find you, actually."

[notfauxlivia]

And Olivia stares right back, like she's trying to figure out what he's looking at. After a moment, she shakes her head a little and steps forward to see if there's a way she can help Peter out of there. She does not want to have to go running to Tempest to fix this.

"You could have called first. Or I could have gone to find you..." Either way, this whole hedge situation seems entirely avoidable.

[nothisnanny]

...Yeah, he could have called first. But he's not about to say that he'd rather get chewed up trying to find her than vice versa. After their last conversation, he's not sure how much he should be allowed to say at all.

He would shrug, but he's kind of tied up at the moment. "Hindsight wisdom. Do you know how to get me down from this delightful botany project?"

It kinda hurts.

[thumbcocked]

So Lia'd managed to get out of the castle. And holy crap, that is a lot of greenery out here. It's like being in Colorado again, but minus snow and lack of breathability.

So she's just walking along, sniffing at crap - and that's the nice thing about gardens, the excessive sniffing isn't frowned upon long as you mostly stick to the flowers - when. Oh, hey, there's a guy. What's up with that. Moseying on over, she shoves her hair behind her ear as she appraises this guy in obvious need of some weedkiller.

"You don't look too dead yet, so. Maybe you won't get called back." Silver lininig, dude. Enjoy it.

[nothisnanny]

"Here's hoping. Do you live here, or are you another unlucky tourist?"

He squints. "Wait. You were at the junk yard, weren't you."

Peter squirms one wrist around and winces as the bush's grip tightens. "Please tell me you know someone who can get me down."

[thumbcocked]

"Ding ding, dude-o. Guessing you didn't get the VIP gut-ride to Casa de Cats." Lia walks closer until she's standing almost right under him.

Scratching her chin thoughtfully, she calls back up, "You tried asking 'em polite-like? Maybe offer up some Miracle Gro if they play nice?"

She'll get help eventually. ...Probably. After some more ribbing.