A weekend in the country!, Tag: Those involved

[Peter Griffin]

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"A weekend in the country," Peter sang quietly to himself as he picked his way along the trail that, according to the map he'd been given, would eventually lead to theircampsite, "how amusing, how delightfully droll. A weekend in the country, while we're losing our control." He'd always been a fan of Sondheim, though he generally avoided singing in public. Then again, this wasn't exactly public. Besides, there were a lot of things he'd generally avoided prior to the beginning of his undercover assignment at St.Valentine's, and he was beginning to regret that choice across the board. Certainly, all the ones he'd started exploring this month had turned out to be bloody marvelous, and he couldn't understand why he'd once been so reluctant to try them.

Of course, it probably helped that he'd literally broken all ties with his former life and started a new one. He'd thought that would be difficult, but the truth was it had come as a relief; it wasn't like his former life was all that great shakes to begin with. What had he given up, really? A dead-end career as a glorified filing clerk for the Cabal, a relationship that hadn't even been strong enough to withstand his getting the job he'd actually wanted, a boring life as a boring old man. In place of which he'd gotten excitement, magic, promotion, and oh yes, more and more varied sex in the last month than he'd had in his entire bloody life!

Yes... on balance, he had to say he'd totally lucked out; this was what being a field agent was supposed to be like. And if things at that campsite tonight went the way they kept playing out in his feverish imagination, he would count that as even luckier, he decided with a wicked smirk. Of course, for that to happen he would have to exert a certain amount of willpower and keep his mind from drifting off along paths of fantasy while he was following the woodland trails, or he would just end up getting miserably lost. Which is why he was doing so much singing in the first place; it was good for keeping him focused. "Wear your hair down, and a flower, don't use makeup, dress in white: she'll grow older by the hour and be hopelessly shattered by Saturday night! Spend a weekend --" He cut off suddenly at the sound of someone else not too far away: another one of the wilderness-trek students, he supposed, though it might also be Supervisor Newbury, which was an exciting thought all on its own, or whatever trial he might or might not have arranged for them, which actually made him a little nervous to contemplate.

"Hello? Who's there?" he called out.

[Brandon Skye]

Brandon looked up through trees at the sky. Thick brush surrounded him, as he took out his map. There was a trail near the spot marked for his location, that led to another mark that would be his destination, the campsite. He had come along on this trip to escape Hart for a bit, things were becoming a bit overwhelming all at once, and he needed a breather to sort it all out. With all the unnatural events that had happened around him, it felt good to be in a familiar setting. He loved wilderness, the freedom it portrayed to him. It was untamed by outside forces, and flue usher on its on along with the help of earths natural cycles. He moved through the brush and looked at his compass, he was on the right path according to it. It seemed a little hot to Brandon, so he decided to take off his shirt. He really didn't want to sweat it out, because he always felt weird wearing somthing that was slightly damp. He placed his shirt in his backpack and continued on.

Recently, Brandon had been digging through the past on Hart to search for more information about its history. He wanted to know more about why weird things were happening now, more about this magical gift he had and why Hart seemed to host people who can do so much more. He had gathered information and found he was an Anna Boy, and what that meant to him. Thinking of some of the students that went there, it was difficult for him not to think that their were many more like him. He learned a lot more but it was difficult for him to find out anything because everything was either covered up or not around. Still, Brandon wasn't one to just stay in the dark. He wanted to know more, he needed to. If he had been on the dark about it this long, what other mysteries had he been unaware of. Was Mark, his stepfather involved in anything magical? He had questions that needed to be answered, but first he needed a break.

He had been walking for a small distance, when he began to wonder. Where were the other people that had come along. He knew it was a Survival game, but he was bound to run into someone soon. His mind began to drift into imagination mode, as he pictured himself as a spy on a covert mission. He dashed by a couple of trees and hid upon the base of a tree trunk. He pictured enemies around him, and ducked as he pretended someone was walking by. This was fun for him, he had a powerful imagination and it helped with him going along the path. Suddenly, the sounds of his imagination melded with reality as he heard someone singing. He snapped back, and focused on the sound. It had to be another student, because well who else would sing randomly in the middle of nowhere. Brandon got closesr to watch him. It was a boy, someone whom hed not taken to the time to meet. Brandon moved behind a tree, and accidentally stepped on a twig. He mentally scolded himself , but watched as the other boy stiffened.

Brandon peeked his head from behind a tree. " I'm there, well I'm here and you're kinda there. " he said confusing himself with his words. He moved from behind the tree and walked towards the boy. He then extended his hand. " Hi." he told him, and that's when he remembered he wasnt wearing a shirt.

[Peter Griffin]

The twig-stomper turned out to be one of his fellow students, Brandon or Brendan or something like that. Peter didn't know too much about him; he was a junior, one of the attendees of the Lambert Gala, and to judge from his behavior on the ride up from Hart, a fairly quiet guy; Griff couldn't remember exchanging more than a few words with the kid. At an unsubtle-but-covert prompt from the cursed Lust coin in his pocket, Griff also noticed that the boy was actually kind of hot, shirtless with his backpack on, walking through the woods like that. It would make a great photoshoot, he thought, especially if his absent shirt were joined by the rest of his clothes. Not the backpack, though; that was a nice touch.

He shook his head to clear it of distracting fantasy images as Brandon approached. "Hi, yourself," he replied with an easy smile, taking the other boy's hand in greeting and holding it just a second too long. "And I hate to contradict the first companion I've seen in the last hour who walks on two legs, but I'm pretty sure that I'm here, and you're there," he added, trying to keep a straight face but ultimately unable to and laughing at the silliness. "Seriously, though, it's nice to finally run into some company on this little nature trek. Also good to know I'm going the right way... or at least that we're both lost together, if we're not. Glad you joined us!" Brandon wasn't actually a WILD member, or at least hadn't been attending meetings since Griff had joined, but there were extra spaces available so the outing had been opened up to non-members.

"So, he said after a pause, pointing to Brendan's chest, "working on your tan, huh? Good for you, glad somebody's enjoying the sun. I'd love to do the same, but I burn if you look at me funny... the curse of the Irish, if you know what I mean. I'm jealous. Still, you should be careful; this fall sunlight can be tricky. Doesn't feel hot, but the UV gets you just the same. You wearing sunscreen?"

[Brandon Skye]

When Brandon shook the other boys’ hand, he noticed who he was. His name was Peter, and he had a bad rep behind him. Suddenly, an odd sensation crept up into Brandon’s body, and he felt Peter take his hand away. “ It’s no problem, hehe, I was where your there was and vice versa. “ He also couldn’t help laughing along with Peter. This boy was pretty funny to him, and also cute. Cute? Brandon ripped that thought from his mind. He thought of Chandler. His face began to blush and his blue eyes began to brighten. Every time he thought of him, his body temperature rose and he felt butterflies. Still, he felt this unusual urge to touch the boy in front of him. “ You’re right, it is cool that we ran into each other, I mean I always randomly drift off into my own head If I’m alone but it’s just as fun with someone else.” Brandon kept glancing down at Peter’s package; this itself was unusual, because he never really did that.

Brandon had tagged along with the W.I.L.D group from school, he was thinking about joining, but wasn’t sure. This was also a sort of way to see if he would be interested in doing so. Brandon watched as Peter pointed to his chest. He went on to say that Brandon was working on his tan. Brandon wasn’t really into tanning be it natural or fake. Still, he smiled. With the boys finger so close, the feeling of him becoming hotter and hotter by the second entered Brandon’s mind again. Something was going on, he would never feel this way about anyone else. At least not without feeling the fear of being played. Still, the feeling was lustful and not love, so that must have meant something. Brandon’s mind was working into overdrive, he pictured the Gala, and how he and others used abilities. He looked at Peter, and thought the same. He had a little test for him, and this was going to see if what
Brandon thought was true.

“ Oh no, I don’t really do this for tanning, I mean I’m more of an all natural boy. Still, I am enjoying the weather, it’s perfect. I’m sure the burning wouldn’t be that bad right? Actually, I’m not wearing sunscreen, but I do think I have some in my back pack, would you mind putting it on for me? I can’t reach my back, so it’d be cool if you could.” Brandon took off his backpack and took out some sunscreen. He handed it to Peter, he already knew he would do it for him; people had seemed to do a lot of what Brandon said lately, so he knew there was no problem there. Brandon turned his back to Peter and turned his head. “ I’m ready when you are.”


He winked in a sweet way, not too sexually so it wouldn’t come off as desperate but not too subtle so it would come off as plain. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to test is theory, or if he had enough will power to stop what he knew might be coming next if his theory were to turn into fact. He closed his eyes and calmed his breathing. He had this.

[Peter Griffin]

"Oh, I don't know," Griff replied with a smirk, "drifting off into my own head can be fun. But you're right... drifting into other people's heads is even more fun." The focus of Brandon's attention didn't escape Griff's notice, and his grin broadened as he contemplated the possibilities. That yet another near-stranger was responding to him sexually didn't even surprise him anymore; between the cumulative effects of the cursed Lust coin in his pocket over the last few weeks and the ordinary familiarizing effects of experience, he had begun to take it for granted. He'd become both practically irresistable and insatiable since his arrival at St.Valentine's and the end of his former engagement, and while the curse kept him from attributing his new condition to magical interference he couldn't help but notice the simple fact of it.

Hell, he'd had more and more varied sex with more and more varied partners in just the last month than in the whole rest of his life put together before then: women and men, young and old, individually and in groups, teachers and students and townies, it didn't seem to matter. He'd become omnivorous. Some of them stood out, of course: scoring with Supervisor Newbury in the back seat of that limo had been a personal triumph, for example. But honestly, they'd all started to blur in his mind a little. Half the time he didn't even know their names, they were just anonymous hookups: urgent couplings in bathrooms, movie theatres, empty classrooms, dark alleys. Truth be told, though, he was beginning to get tired of it.

Well, that was half a lie. The sex itself was still exciting; he still wanted it as much as ever. More, really; as time passed (and the curse of Lust grew deeper roots into his mind, though he didn't know that), his craving for sex -- the pursuit, the conquest, the mounting passion, the crowning climax -- grew stronger, more insistent, displaced more and more of his other pursuits. He'd more or less stopped studying magic, for example, and his research projects were mostly gathering dust. Plus, he'd been blowing off all his classes, except for those he dropped in on from time to time to make eyes at classmates, or teachers, he was pursuing. That part, at least, was no big deal; he was supposed to flunk all his classes, it was part of his cover. And fortunately, his newfound promiscuity wasn't interfering with his Cabal assignments; he'd mostly managed to integrate them by seducing the targets he was assigned to make contact with, or those close to them. As well as by having sex with his supervisor, though he wasn't sure "seduce" was the right word in that case so much as "suggest" or perhaps "agree to."

But it was also half-true. More and more, after the sweaty part was over, instead of feeling sated and smug and powerful, he was feeling... empty. Lost. Even cheap, sometimes, depending on just what he'd been doing, and with whom. He'd recently ruined the career of one of his teachers after a colleague walked in on the man bending Peter over his office desk; the administration had handled the man's firing discreetly, but the rumor mill had gotten a hold of it. This had done wonders for establishing his cover identity, but he felt bad about it... but he also knew that if he was back in that office right now, knowing what was (you should pardon the expression) coming, he would probably do the same thing.

He genuinely wasn't sure how he felt about that. There were times when he wondered just what it was he was becoming, and whether success in the Cabal was really worth it. But none of that uncertainty interfered in the slightest with his reaction to Brandon's flirtation. Truthfully, he would have eagerly gone along with the sunscreen suggestion, or made it himself, even if Brandon hadn't been carrying the Sloth coin; running his hands along the boy's bare, muscular back suddenly seemed the best idea he'd ever had. But with both curses suddenly working on him at once, he succumbed to the effects almost immediately; he began rubbing lotion in almost mindlessly. "I'm always ready, hon," he replied with a frankly lecherous grin.

[ OOC: Other folks in the plot, feel free to walk in... not a private thread! This can get more PG again if you prefer. Or not. It's all good. ]

[Alastair Webb]

Originally Alastair had no intention of joining a club. He was going to get through school, go un-noticed as much as possible and have a good time while doing it. And then he found out about WILD. He was even hesitant to join at first, but a club that would remind him of home seemed worth it. His real home in the fade on the other side of the veil that was. Not Wales...he could care less about there, even if it was closer to what he was used too over California. Nature, was what did it for him. The raw, un-obstructed beauty of it all. Of course no where on this side of the veil could ever compare to the towering tree tops filled with more than just birds and creatures. The forests in the fade were buzzing with life, souls, and magic, something that these humans he now called his friends and family seemed to have no real desire to see.

The sad truth of it was, that their world could be just the same. That there could be a peaceful coexistence between the two sides of the veil. Humans were just too caught up in whatever it was they seemed to decided was better to even see the magics that were all around them; let alone the possibility that the creatures of their children's stories and myths were actually real for the most part. Sure, hollywood got some things wrong, but in Alastair's case..he noticed that they had come pretty close. Thats what dumbfounded him. They knew so much, yet refused to believe any of it could ever be real. What was that saying that he had heard during his time here? Ignorance is bliss. Hah! Who ever came up with that had clearly never been to the other side of the veil, let alone to the fade.

But it was times like this that Alastair couldn’t let his annoyance with the humans bother him. Not with the sun giving the plants surrounding him a sparkling glow. While Alastair was no doubt a creature of darkness, the type of person to hide out in shadows and wear sunglasses outside at all times....but the natural light of the forest, to him, was the only way right way for light to exist. He had been walking through the abundance of trees, not even bothering to use the path for a few hours, a plan to meet up with the other WILD members for a survival getaway of sorts. Calling that bothered him a bit, due to the fact survival and nature were two words he had never really had to put together. Although after being around humans for the time he had, he could indeed understand why they would need too. But as the realisation he hadn’t actually even seen the trail that he was supposed to be on for awhile now, he started to second guess his own survival skills. Stopping in the shadow of a tall Oak tree he relaxed a bit as his body temperature started to cool now that the harsh sun was no long shining down on him directly. Alastair was almost irritated with himself as he pulled out his map to check where he was, trying to figure out how far off course he had actually gotten. Then his ears perked up as he heard voices not far off, pulling him out of his calculations.

Alastair quickly pulled the trees shadows up around him, giving him a bit more coverage from not only the sun but from sight as well. He started off through the trees, darting through them as if they had been familiar to him his whole life. He came to a stop once the source of the voices came into sight, hiding behind a wide tree. As he stopped the shadows melded together, concealing him even more as he peaked around to see exactly who he had found. Peter and Brandon, boys from his school and one of them a Wild member. He smirked softly, eyes watching as Brandon asked Peter to put sunscreen on him. Cute. He debated sitting there and watching, seeing if the innocent task would develop into something more. But he also realized he would get just as much amusement out of being a cock block if there had been plans for the situation to develop into more. Alastair stepped out from what would seem like practically nowhere to the other boys, the shadow that has been surrounding him quickly fading, the smirk still on his face. “Getting a little friendly already? We haven't even made it to the campsite yet lads.” he cool smooth voice chimed as he jested, making his presence known.