entrancelogs | think we kissed but i forgot;

[ It's cold as balls outside, so make sure you stop and grab one of the blankets piled up on the table near the exit to the game room as you make your way downstairs around 11:30, out towards the beach.

The boys have set up a lot of fireworks on the water, ready to go off right at twelve o'clock midnight. There are also cans of silly string, a huge container of party poppers, streamers, noisemakers, little hats and of course, 2014 glasses. There's a loud countdown led right at midnight, and the first firework explodes into the sky just a few seconds after it--the countdown might just be the time to smooch someone you love...or to spray them with silly string. We don't judge.

Happy New Years, Wonderland. God hope it's better than the last one. ]

[Why yes, Santana changed outfits. And because she is from the land of ~~television~~ wearing-your-cheerleading-outfit-in-winter, she's hardly even cold!

Alcohol keeps your insides warm, too. Bonus.

Whatever. She's definitely curious about if those idiots will manage to pull off fireworks without like, exploding shit not meant to be exploded, and plus she's determined to kiss her girl at midnight. This is as good a place as any.]

[Somebody obviously wants to go Ouuuut Tonight Mimi style, dressed to the nines and with a party blower on her head and party hat in her mouth.]

[...yeah, she might have already had a little too much to drink. But whatever. Her clothes are somehow still on, and she's dancing up a storm and having a total blast.]

We should totally do this more often.

[Aww, look at them, almost matching! They are so the hottest couple here.]

What, New Year's?

[She snickers a little too much at that. She may have had a little too much to drink, too.]

[Totally wasn't even on purpose, either. They're just that good. /sunglasses.]

Ya-huh! I mean, check this out! Check me out!

We should totally have a New Year every weekend.

[Santana blatantly and happily does indeed check her out.]

I dunno, wouldn't it be like, 4036 or something by now, not...whatever year this is? Oh my god, I don't even know what year it is!

[SNORT SNORT SNICKER GIGGLE]

[GIGGLE SNORT GIGGLE SNICKER]

Ain't nothing but a G-strang...I mean G-thang....I mean...

I don't know what I mean!

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[Two days to adjust and some boozy booze is exactly what he needs to be a little more stable, and when he runs into Santana again, it's by literally running into her.

Well, okay, actually it's a sort of bump-ish to the shoulder, but his drink sloshes over his hand and into the grass, and he staggers.]

Woah, woah, I am so sorry-

[Dammit, he made her drink slosh, too. And excuse you, she is wearing heels, so her staying upright is way more impressive.]

Are you, or were you just lookin' for a drunken grope?

What- no, no- no drunken- no. I'm not even drunk right now, well, not yet. Here, let me...

[He ducks around her, snatches a wad of napkins off of a nearby table and holds a few out.]

Look, I'm not even gonna try and, like, dry you of. No groping is happening right now. Hands to myself, I swear.

What, are you gay?

[Her ego says she's not kidding, but luckily the rest of her is...at least half-kidding. She does take the napkins and clumsily wipes her arm. Clumsily because apparently she feels she must do this with the hand holding her drink, which isn't completely empty.]

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BESTIES NOW

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[ Lydia has been drinking for a while. Partly because it's a party, partly because it's Wonderland, all of this is still crazy and she's really not dealing with it. Especially after she's been drinking. So hey person that looks vaguely familiar. She's just going to come and... talk to you ]

So. This kind of sucks.

[Santana, for once, doesn't fully agree with that statement! Mostly because heeeey, drunken times with her girlfriend? Pretty fun. But she can totally sympathize, usually. In her own way.]

What, the party? The animal race was pretty completely lame, yeah.

[God, why does she even still recall that? She needs more to drink.]

I think I missed that.

[ And she is glad to have done that. Wow that sounds like the lamest thing ever. But then it was Scott and Stiles so it would be. Santana, let her throw you a party ]

They forgot to ask for help.

[ very much implied that it was her help they should have asked for ]

[Throw ALL the parties, Lydia. and don't have turtle and rabbit races at them.

Also: SCOFF.] Obviously. I mean, at least there's alcohol. I've been to worse.

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[ allison is more than just a little worried about the fireworks, but lydia dragged her into a party dress and made up her hair and made her look cute for the party, so she figures she might as well be by the actual fireworks. especially if she has to make sure stiles and scott don't set anything on fire. which is becoming more and more of a possibility the more she thinks about it.

she's standing a little off to the side from where they're setting up, curled up in a winter coat and still crossing her arms over her chest, looking more than just a little cold. but she's managed to find a new years hat and has some poppers ready to go, just in case. allison's being something of a worry-wart about these fireworks, but after everything that just happened in wonderland over christmas, can anyone really blame her? ]

[ While Derek has been, for the most part, socialed out by the time everyone is ushered outside, there's always a little time for the people that have become his pack. Especially if it's Allison, who's looking a little concerned about the state of affairs right now, New Years hat and winter chills aside.

And anyways, he's the one that comes over with a fire extinguisher under one arm, his hands in his jacket pockets as he moves to stand next to her. He eyes where Scott and Stiles are putting things together in the distance, chuffing something faintly amused as he does. ]

This can't go well.

[ allison had somehow gone through the night without even noticing derek. whether it was being distracted by isaac, or scott, or stiles or caroline or even cora, but somehow she hadn't seen derek. maybe that was just a talent of his, to go unnoticed along the outsides of social events, but the thought strikes her the moment she notices he's there.

and that moment happens to come with a slight jump, just because she'd been so worried, and therefore so focused, on the two idiots with the fire. but when she sees derek, there's a tight smile there. at least until she sees the extinguisher, in which the tightness falls into something closer to relief. ]

That was smart. [ she eyes the extinguisher, before looking back up at him, pulling her coat a little tighter around herself. ] Though at this point I feel like it'll be the least of our worries.

[ After changing out of the hideous alpha holiday sweater that he was wearing at Scott's insistence-- despite the fact that Christmas was six days ago and he doesn't need to wear it again for an entire year-- and grabbing something else on the way out, Derek heads for the beach along behind everyone else. He's not in any real hurry, despite the fact that he's incredibly wary about the entire thing. (Hence the reason why that "something else" just so happens to be a fire extinguisher, because they can at least have something in the event that Scott and Stiles set everything on fire.)

But he's still out there, hardly bothered by the cold as he stands with his hands in his jacket pockets, surveying everything with relative-- if quiet-- interest. The past couple days have been a lot better than the week of Christmas.

Hopefully that continues for the new year celebrations, too. ]

[ It's a little before midnight, a little before fireworks duty, but Stiles hasn't found his way over to the beach yet. Rather, he steps a little away from the party on the beach for the moment, finding his way to a familiar figure watching over the rest of the festivities.

There's been this--barrier of awkwardness, for the past month or so. It was mostly Stiles' fault and he knew it, because he was a chicken, had always kind of been one when push came to shove, at least in this vein of things. But honestly? He missed it, whether you'd get him to admit it out loud or not. It was a month of telling anyone who would listen things that were usually told to Derek, research or weird trivia, of Stiles picking fights with people because he had no one to vent his banter onto. A month of missing--his friend. But he'd been so sure he screwed up that he thought he had to just live with it.

And then Stiles disappeared for a couple days, and apparently everything went to hell in his absence. He'd woken up in Derek's bed on Christmas, and had left the room even more confused than before, but things seemed to be...easier, at least. More familiar, but not nearly at the level he'd been before.

Watching him watch over the party had brought a weird surge of affection to his chest, and he jogs briskly over before stopping beside him and turning to stare out at the party too, jamming his hands in his pockets. It's freakin' freezing out here. Like. Freezing. ]

Back to the whole lurking thing, huh. [ It's soft, but there are paragraphs laced in his seven words, underlining the phrase with "we should talk". ]

[ Throughout the entire night, Derek's been aware of where Stiles is. And there's been plenty of ample opportunity to actually pull him aside, talk to him like both of them have requested-- via text and Christmas note both-- and fix this strange void that's spread between them in the past month of so. And for as much as Stiles has avoided him, he could've very well put an end to it long before Christmas came around. Before everything went to hell and he had to repair what he could between him and an entirely different Stiles.

But he figures it can wait, just a little longer. Part of him knows the risk he takes, given the fact Wonderland is, well, Wonderland, but just this once he's going to actually let himself believe that things will be all right.

So he occupies himself milling around the rest of the festivities, bonding with the rest of the pack and the few people he interacts with outside of it. For as much hell as Christmas was, it forced him out of his reclusive corner of the mansion. He's more inclined to talk to other people, at the start of the day. At the end, though?

He's all right, standing back. And his posture remains relaxed as Stiles comes over to him, closes the distance between them for the first time in a while. ]

Never really left it. [ For a moment, he keeps his attention on the rest of the partygoers, before ducking his head a little and shifting to stand closer to Stiles, giving him the slightest bump shoulder-to-shoulder but pressing warmth to one side of him. ]

Unsurprising. [ It feels like something just breaks when Derek moves in closer to him--whatever tension that had been there feels less like walking on eggshells and more like a steady, common ground. Stiles' shoulders slump just a little with the bump, enough that some of the stress leaks out of him, and he snorts quietly, watching his breath fog up the air for a second before turning his head down and looking at Derek out from under his brow.

How is he supposed to say this? This is where it's hard. He and Derek don't deal well in feelings--it took three months for Stiles to even really admit that they'd become friends. It's not like with Lydia, where he could sit down and talk about how much he loved her for hours. Stiles isn't the best at emotions, he's not Scott, and Derek brings up a lot of Emotions that he doesn't really know how to handle.

It's like trying to find the light switch in a crowded basement, but he'll sure as hell try to turn it on, stubbing his toe on every single thing along the way. ] I...I'm sorry, dude.

[ That's a start, right? ] For like--everything. You know, I literally think that's the first time I've ever said that to you. [ A humorless laugh chuffs out of him as he goes right back and ruins everything he's said, but it's true. ]

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[ When Stiles relaxes, so does Derek. The line of tension that usually squares his shoulders slowly seeps away, and he lets out a faint chuff of amusement as Stiles snorts. He doesn't really watch the puff of air that leaves him as he does, his eyes focused downwards in quiet thought as he just-- enjoys the proximity again. He'd spent a lot of time with the Stiles of the future, but this was his Stiles, the one he could actually keep safe. The one he hadn't already failed, yet.

He's looking for his words, but before he can say anything-- neither of them really are very good with voicing their feelings, he's noticed; they have better luck in showing them, except this needs words-- the teenager finds his own first. And it's not quite what he expects.

Lifting his head, he looks at him, surprise evident but quiet. Like he's not really used to hearing someone apologize to him. (He isn't.) ]

I didn't really give you much of a reason to want to say it. [ If Stiles can be self-depreciating, so can Derek. But he shakes his head a little, nudging at Stiles gently with his arm. ] I'm sorry, too. For everything.

[ For not making it easier, for everything bad between them in Beacon Hills, for everything that's happened in Wonderland, for everything that could happen in Wonderland, for the near month where they didn't talk to one another. ]

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[Lena's getting used to all the parties and gatherings the people she's stuck with seem to have. It's a weird thing, because back home she wouldn't be invited to any parties except under special circumstances. She wouldn't attend for that matter either, since the type of kids who went to those parties were obnoxious popular kids who hated her. Wonderland's opened her eyes, though. The people here are from far different backgrounds and are therefore more excepting of one another. It's nice.

As she heads downstairs, she already has her own blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Luke gave her a stack of them for Christmas. She's guessing it was wordless commentary on how she's petite and pale, therefore probably looking chilled most of the time. But she's not complaining.

She takes a little glittery hat and settles down on the sand to watch the fireworks, marveling at the fact that she's been here since summer.]

[ooc: Being a Caster, her touch hurts Mortals (aka humans). If yours asks for a kiss at midnight, she'll politely decline, but if yours decides to surprise her with a kiss, on contact they'll feel a static shock like touching a metal doorknob or car door handle. It's up to you!]

[James is a little late to the party, but he gets there in time for everyone to start heading outside. That's when all the real fun starts at a New Year's party. He's bundled up for the occasion in a red muffler and black cloak, and something about parties in Winter reminds him of being back at school.

He's also opted for 2014 glasses because they're more than a bit ridiculous (and is it really 2014? That's probably the most ridiculous part of all) but sadly, they don't fit over his actual glasses, so they're just perched on top of his head. He looks silly, but he doesn't mind at all. He doesn't have any Muggle noisemakers or silly string (whatever that's supposed to be), but that's because he's got his wand with him, and that's really all he needs.

Unfortunately, the person he would most like to be kissing at midnight is far away from Wonderland, but he'll cope just fine - he can always dwell on it some other time. Not now when he can shoot confetti and streamers at people and fire off sparks from his wand. Another year has passed, whether Wonderland likes it or not, and it's a tiny bit of rebellion worth celebrating.]

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PARTY PARTY.

midnight is reserved for Brittany but WHEEE TALK TO ME ANYWAY

You Rang (In the New Year)?

niiice ;D

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hay buddy

YAY HI

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midnight dreams stolen ;;

HEY THEY COULD HAVE MISTLETOE KISSED

SOBBING I'M SORRY totally my fault :c :c :'c

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midnight is reserved for two werewolves c: otherwise ota

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midnight reserved otherwise ota eyyyy

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snuggles uwu

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Lena | OPEN

James Potter | ota!