#ec:event003

pale complexion dusted with a shade of pink at the sight of another. if it had to be his choice , he would have rather had more of an opportunity to reverse the situation. but rather than speeding up the process , he played a melody on his harmonica. so now he had to explain to a complete stranger or not , how he climbed a tree and couldn’t get out of it. given the predicament , that smile never faded.

klaus took the warnings about ghosts to heart, and resolutely sat himself as near to the fire as he could without being dangerously close.  the more light around, the better - the less likely ghosts were to show up.  the medium is sober, painfully so, and he’s determined to stay that way, no matter how much he wants to numb everything away and make it so the ghosts can’t show themselves to him.  “real messed up that they sent us to a haunted campsite, right,” he says offhandedly, mostly just speaking to try and take his mind off things.  “it’s better than a mausoleum or a graveyard, i’ll give them that.”  there’s a nervous, forced laugh that comes out after that.  klaus is thankful, at least, that he hasn’t actually seen a ghost yet, but he supposes it’s only a matter of time.

“Ugh when it comes to misery, this place certainly must jump to mind. More so than Kathy Bates and whatshisname with the hammer..” Lucifer looked around the glade with distaste on his visage. He was used to much more... urban... environs now. Even the roasting fires of his own dimension would be infinitely more preferable to this. It reminded him of another certain garden that he’d once thought to invade. This time he wasn’t going to be either taking the form of a snake or presenting anyone with an apple. At least, he didn’t think he was. Yet. If a cutie that was sufficiently... cute... came along, he might. He shook his mobile phone as if that was the trigger to get it to suddenly find connection and start working. “Have you seen anyone with at least a sat phone? They wouldn’t strand a few hundred innocents up here with no way to radio for help, right?” he asked the person near him. “...a few hundred innocents stranded...” Slowly, in a very Grinch who stole Christmas look, his face started to curl into a smile. “Maybe it’s not as bad as I thought...”

He took a deep breath, the scent of the morning woods and the lake lapping at his feet filling his senses. Sun bathed down on him as Clark’s body did his natural thing and absorbed the solar radiation from Earth’s yellow sun, feeding his cells, power coursing through his body. Seemed that today he might need it. There were three legged races. And he had to judge. His eyes opened and Clark sighed. From saving a planet to judging races and minding them to stop them from going off to do whatever they shouldn’t do... it was quite a change for the Man of Steel. His peripheral vision caught some movement and his head turned. “Morning,” he said to the person approaching. He nodded towards the fire built nearby. It had a frame set over it with a very old school looking peculator on top of it. “It’s not Starbucks, but it’s coffee,” he said, indicating a few empty mugs sitting beside the fire. “Should be ready if you want a cup.” 

however her attention dwindled as a presence became very apparent to her. aphotic hues flick towards a figure that she instantly recognized as steve rogers. and her heart became overly active at that point. ‘ can’t sleep or are you following me ? “ the second part managed a teasing note to it. 

“Have you actually been muggle camping before?” Mary asked her best friend as she started setting up their tent. She knew whatever they ended up with, it would pale in comparison to the bigger-on-the-inside tents the wizarding world was so used to. “I’m warning you now, it won’t be the most comfortable thing in the world,” she laughed.