#will:threads

[unlost]

Who: @lunarcovestarters Location: Anywhere with water nearby

Will clenched his fist. His magic was back, coursing through his body as naturally and easily as oxygen through his lungs--yet for a short, terrible moment the night before, it had disappeared. Inside the aquarium, everyone's powers had vanished, shrunk to a mere wisp of their former selves, and though Will had no grand abilities--no Hulk strength or Superman flight--it had still felt like being broken, like a part of him was missing. Today, his familiar was back in full form--a large, furry grey dog, wrapped around his heels, and as he opened his fist, water pooled in his palm, small waves rippling too and fro at his control. If he had been able to do that last night, he might have been able to quell some of the flooding. If he'd had his powers, he'd have been able to heal the injured, and maybe today, the hospital wouldn't be overrun with patients. If he'd had his powers, he might have been able to talk to the escaped shark, convinced it that human wasn't on the menu. Efe would have been safe then. And Bex wouldn't have lost her hand. And the others--

Lost in thought, Will didn't notice the small wave pool in his palm picking up in ferocity. And then something happened that hadn't happened since he was fourteen: he lost control of his powers. The water in his palm splashed out of his hand and shot, like a water gun, directly into the face of a passerby.

[ambercast]

where: the pumpkin festival who: nickleby dalton (@endlessreruns)

Will still didn’t entirely know what to make of Nick, despite having crashed on their couch a few times now. They were quiet and shy in a way Will wasn’t used to except from his sister, and Nick was definitely not his sister.

“Didn’t take you for the type of person to be into Halloween. You look like a slamming door would spook you,” he said with a faint smirk from beneath his cowl.

[unlost]

"I'll add the library to the tour," Will said teasingly. Though, really, it was a good place to have memorized. Lunar Cove wasn't exactly the sort of place you could Google on your phone. Old fashioned research was needed to learn the history of a place as secret as this one. "Or you could talk to Meena. If she's in a good enough mood, she might give you the insider scoop. But personally, I'm too afraid of her to ever try." He grinned then indicated for them to turn at the upcoming corner.

The Daily Drip wasn't much farther, and he pointed to the building at the end of the road. "I grew up here," he confirmed. "Been here all my life. Never left. I can--" he clarified. "If you're a human and you cross the border, you'll lose your memories of this place," he explained. "But that's not a problem for the rest of us. I don't know why I never left. Guess I always had everything I needed here."

Cassandra nearly balks at the mention that one of the town founders is still alive, but sets the though aside as information to process later. The amount of history in the town alone is staggering, and she feels a bit underprepared for the metaphorical waters she's waded into. “Will be adding that to my increasingly long list of things I need to study about this town.” She jokes, stepping in time with him.

As he explains the caffeinated options, the mental image of blood in a to-go cup causes her to grimace. “Right, Daily Drip it is. Lead the way.” She affirms with a nod. “Happiness in a cup, huh? Sounds very Alice in Wonderland. I could probably do with one of those.” A chuckle tails off the sentence before she glances back to him. “So, what about you, huh? Did you grow up here, or did you stumble your way in like me? Not as literally though, I hope.”

[unlost]

closed starter for @cantfightmoonlight (savannah)

Everyone in town knew about the haunted house on the hill. It had been there for as long as Will could remember, a centerpiece to many a game he'd played as a child: friends daring one another to get close, setting bets on who could make it to the doorbell without being struck by lightening. Scary stories were told over campfires at camp about classmates who entered the house and never returned. Will would be shocked to learn that any of the stories were actually true, but he still felt a vague layer of trepidation as he parked his baby blue pick-up truck outside the abode and walked up the creaking steps to meet his date.

He still didn't know her name, the mysterious blonde siren who lived inside this haunted house, but he remembered the way her kiss tasted and the sound of her laugh, and weighing those pros over the cons of her zipcode, the storm clouds up above didn't really seem to matter all that much. A bouquet of daisies in hand, he knocked on the door.

[ambercast]

where: ren faire who: nick dalton (@endlessreruns)

Honestly, it was a complete coincidence that Will ended up in line next to Nick. He paused, not sure if he should say anything to them. He'd spent the night on the other's couch and the split in the morning at the crack of dawn.

“Hey,” he said finally, realizing he probably couldn't ignore Nick forever. They did live in the same small town that neither of them could escape. “What's up?”

[ceremcny]

who: aurora gillenkerk @roragillenkerk​ where: mama’s kitchen

Of course, he knows he shouldn’t be here, sitting in a booth in Mama’s kitchen, looking smug as hell There’s probably rules on where he can go, and who he can talk to, but of course, Will has never listened to rules. Instead, he sits, digging into his pie which is admittedly very good, waiting for a familiar face to show up. And when he spots her, he brightens. Not because they’re friends or he likes her, far from that. More because she’s stupidly fun to stir up. “Uh, miss?” he calls, sticking his head comically out the booth, trying his best to look the part of the disappointed customer despite the grin threatening to cross his lips, “this pies a bit dry. Can I get another on the house?”

[unlost]

Will smiled, unfazed by this display of confidence. He didn't care much about winning. It was being busy that he cared about, and so naturally he'd signed up for just about everything he could physically fit into a day. "I have a feeling that from you, that's a high compliment." He could be wrong, of course, but she seemed like the type of person who didn't say things she didn't mean. He glanced at his horse then back to her. "Not as much as I'd like, but I ride whenever I can. I'm just lucky Leo here--" He patted his horse's head. "--puts up with me. He does most of the work." Sometimes it felt like cheating, being able to communicate with his steed. "And you? You were a natural out there."

"You weren't too bad yourself." The vampire complimented, continuing to stroke Milo's mane. She was too competitive for her own good, she knew this, but that didn't mean she wasn't unsportsmanlike. "Do you ride much? You seem like you know what you're doing, unlike some others." She questioned, interest piqued. "Oh, I plan to." She replied with a smile as she shook his hand - there was only so far her sportsmanlike conduct could go.

[ofviolentdeath]

“I discovered at a very early age that if I talk long enough, I can make anything right or wrong. So either I'm God or truth is relative. In either case, booyah!”

[unlost]

@damagetalkin gets a starter! (closed)

Will jumped up onto the front counter at The Magnolia Inn and sat beside the computer where Reese usually registered new guests. His familiar, Stacey, was busy sniffing around the entry and coaxing pets out of anyone foolish enough to stop and scratch her head. "You seen Efe lately?" he asked in a would-be-casual voice, his eyes on his phone as he finished sending off a text to their dads in the family group chat. Will had never liked keeping secrets from Reese. All their lives, she'd been the first person he wanted to tell anything to--especially any bit of really good gossip. But he was also inclined to omit information he thought might hurt her, and the knowledge that her ex-husband had injected himself with an unknown substance because a mysterious note-writer had threatened Reese's life, seemed like the sort of thing she was best off not knowing. "Not that you should," he added quickly. "Or have to, I mean. Just missing him at work, is all." He cleared his throat and decided to steer the conversation away from the topic he had brought up because clearly he couldn't pull off nonchalant. "You think there will ever be aliens in Lunar Cove? We have everything else."

[ambercast]

where: ren faire who: eagan connolly (@endlessreruns)

“Holy shit, Eagan?” Will exclaimed, walking over to the other. “Shit, I haven't seen you since Jersey. Honestly, I thought you were dead. How the hell did you get here?” He gestured around, looking Eagan over for a minute. The costume was good, but her face . . . “You look like shit.”

[unlost]

"They...could." Will frowned, trying to imagine filling out the paperwork. No one in their right mind really expected a fire fighter to meet a shark on the job. Then again, nothing expected ever seemed to happen in Lunar Cove. "Hey, look, if they try to fire you, we'll form a coup. I'll lead the revolution myself." He was joking--mostly--but Efe really was so well liked around the fire station (and the whole damn town), that Will didn't think he'd have too much trouble rallying an army to his defense.

Jokes aside, Will didn't really doubt that Efe's protein regimen was--well, intense. He had a feeling the muscles in Efe's pinky finger weighed more than five pounds. "Aw, Man, have I not told you you're pretty enough?" Will pretended to look genuinely guilty, as if he'd been doing a terrible job of being Efe's friend from the moment Reese had first brought him home. Then he grinned. "I'll talk to Badger," he offered. Being able to talk to animals didn't always mean the animals listened, but he had a better chance than any other 'dog whisperer' who thought they knew what pets were thinking but never really had a clue.

"Probably," Will agreed. "But I would have done the same thing." He wanted to get mad at Efe, tell him he'd been a fool and to never try anything like that again. But what if the people threatening them had been as good as their word? What if they had hurt Reese? "Next time, just..." He sighed and pushed his hair back out of his eyes. "Tell me what's going on, and we'll figure it out together." He grinned slightly and nodded. "Yeah, I'll get you food," he agreed. "Anything you want--as long as it's approved by the doctors."

Averting his gaze, Efe allowed his features to harden for a fleeting moment. "Look, I really, really hope not. I don't think shark attacks count as a work-related injury, man. I probably won't get my full retirement payout." And as much as he genuinely loved what he did, practical reality was often frightening and uncertain; it ravaged his body and would continue to do so. Efe sighed. "You know, I could almost believe you. But who's to say there won't be some big stupid fight again in a few weeks, man? It never ends." He wrinkled up his nose. "I'm not supposed to be doing that. They tell you that when you start out doing this, don't they? Only idiots want to play hero? Risks are for TV shows." He clicked his tongue. "But I can't believe you'd hit me with the 'I told you so.' That's cold. Ice cold." A smirk came, but he did seem to appreciate Will's assurances.

Turning away, Efe grunted. "Man, my protein powder weighs more than five pounds." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, am I pretty now? News to me. Never been called that before. I could use her help, though. Looking after Badger. He needs to get his energy out, but he tugs on that damn leash." The large dog was liable to tug him right over.

Efe closed his eyes. "I did a stupid thing, Will. I should have...not taken what they offered. I should have found another way," he insisted. Blinking open an eye, though, he flashed a smile. "If I say 'yes,' will you smuggle in better food later?"

[ceremcny]

“What good is a sugar daddy if he’s not gonna get you an Xbox?” Will asks, kicking his feet up onto Valencia’s couch, leaning back with his arms behind his head. Su casa, mi casa, he thinks as he makes himself at home in his best friend’s living room, not caring that he still has his dirty old sneakers on or that he’s barely said hi. “Seriously,” a bag of hot Cheetos, swiped from Food Donkey, is opened up and Will hands them out to V, “if you’re gonna sell your soul, you should at least get some fancy-ass perks.” // @vcxens​

[unlost]

Who: @moonglowmagic (Poppy) and @damagetalkin (Reese) Where: Poppy's House

Throwing (very small, very light) rocks at Poppy's window did actually make Will feel like he was back in high school. His basket had been a cheesy attempt at early 2000s nostalgia, complete with all the cliched aspects of some of his favorite romcoms--and he had many, being an avid connoisseur of the genre. That Poppy, his sister's best friend and someone he'd known quite literally all his life, had bought the basket seemed oddly fitting, like they really were flashing back two decades, back to the days when Poppy was nearly always sitting in his kitchen or sneaking out Reese's window. That he'd been very unclothed while she bought the basket was hardly that out of the ordinary either; Poppy had always seemed like such an integral part of the family, like another sister, that he'd changed in front of her before--whether by the pool or getting ready for football practice--without too much thought. That, and he had very little shame.

Now fully dressed, Will held a boombox above his head as promised and stood under Poppy's window, waiting for her to come down. It might have mimicked perfectly the sort of movie moment he'd been referencing--if his twin sister wasn't standing beside him. "I still don't know why you're here," he hissed. "Shouldn't you be campaigning somewhere, gathering your--what was it--oh yeah, two million dollars?"

[ambercast]

where: wherever eagan is who: eagan connolly (@endlessreruns)

“Here,” Will said, tossing a small bundle of ration cards onto Eagan’s lap. “I made some extra so . . . get yourself some actual food and shit. New clothes or . . . whatever.” He wasn’t entirely sure what Eagan needed, which was annoying. He really should be paying more attention to them.

[unlost]

Will whistled. He was--pretty sure--that Devrim was human, meaning nineteen, while quite a few years ago, was not several lifetimes in the past as it might have been were he a vampire. Still, it was many years to be apart, and quite a few more than he was sure the man would have liked to be without his daughter. Will knew if it was him, he'd have been horrified to have missed that many years of his child's life. "Well, you're doing the right thing," he assured him. "Stepping up. Getting involved. I'm sure you'll be a great father."

"Savannah?" he repeated, sipping his coffee properly this time. He did not yet know that the woman Devrim was referring to was the very same woman he, Will, was taking on a first date that very night. A small side effect of having failed to get each other's true names, using instead the nicknames they'd made up at the horror of a party at the aquarium. "Is she in town then?" At the rest of Devrim's words, he shook his head as if to say the rejection was water under the bridge. "You had enough on your plate." He would have liked to see what might have happened between them, but he couldn't hold it against him. "I'm good, yeah. Got lucky with the mess the other day. Safe and sound. And you? Did you--" He let his voice trail away, though the worry over whether Devrim had been injured was obvious. It had been difficult to keep track of everyone that night with all that was going on.

The surprise in Will's reaction conjured a laugh from the depth's of Devrim's chest. "Yeah... tell me about it.." With a sigh, he continued to confess. "I was shocked myself. I hadn't spoken to her mother since I was nineteen." There was some frustration, unspoken, on his end when it came to Savannah's delay in communication. She called once, she'd said, but once hardly felt like enough for something so important. It was a detail he tried brushing under the rug, as bringing up the conflict would only create division between himself and the daughter he was hopeful to know.

A warm congratulations met with a nod and a sheepish grin. "Thanks. Thank you, really. It's been an adjustment, but I've always known I wanted to be a father, so.." It was hardly the circumstances he'd imagined, but the desire remained the same. He wanted to be a father. A good one; like his own had been to him. "Yeah, yeah she is. Her name's Savannah. Great girl, really. Did a good job with our kid, too." He nodded, slowly. Silently, Devrim was grateful for Will's understanding. "It wasn't you, so you know. I had a great time. Life just... happened." Whether that meant the chapter between them was closed or not he couldn't say. What he had to give their relationship now with his new obligations felt less than what the other man deserved. "How have you been?" Devrim asked genuinely.

[ceremcny]

who: bian flynn @bianflynn​ where: the hospital 

He hasn’t seen what his face looks like yet, but he can feel it. the sting on his mouth, his inability to peer out of one, swollen eye. then there’s his hand, which he can’t even flex without pain shooting up his arm. Will is royally fucked, and it doesn’t take a doctor for him to know that. But it goes beyond the physical; he knows any moment someone higher up than his stupid ass is gonna come into his hospital room and squawk at him for getting into this mess in the first place. And for - possibly - adding fuel to the fire. 

When he sees her round the corner of his temporary room, Will shoots Bian the biggest smile he can manage with his cut up lip. “Heyo VP!” If he keeps up the enthusiasm, surely she’ll play nice, “to what do I owe the pleasure? You’re outta luck, by the way, I just ate the last jello cup,” Will nodded to the table covered in empty cups beside him, “ pretty sure I can get the nurse to bring ya another, though, if you’re desperate.”