theboywiththebook: (be chillin in mah castle)
Henry ([personal profile] theboywiththebook) wrote2013-01-26 07:38 am

Fifth Tale: Fourth Wall Event!




[Henry Mills is currently walking about the village. Sometimes he can be spotted building another snow man or reading on a bench somewhere. He'll make his last stop at Seventh Heaven for a hot chocolate though. He does look rather confused since it seems there's a lot of new people popping around.

Sora will be doing what Sora does. Probably sleeping somewhere. He can be found anywhere around, outside, on a roof, in a building. He's just napping. Who cares where it is right? Someone want to wake up this lazy bum?

Cross is kind of in his own little world right now. He's just drawing in the snow in the middle of the village. They look like blueprints for something. But, what? After he gets bored of that he can be seen hanging upside down again in a tree. This is becoming a thing apparently.]

cricketschirping: (maybe i'm confused)

guess

[personal profile] cricketschirping 2013-01-27 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Henry isn't the only one confused. There happens to be one cricket wandering around who is very lost indeed. Of course, this cricket happens to look like a mild-mannered psychologist at the moment, but people are who they are, aren't they?

And Archie is very sure this is neither Storybrooke, Maine nor the Enchanted Forest he once called home. No, this is some place entirely new, which is more than a little concerning for him as he wanders around.]
cricketschirping: (what's going on here)

[personal profile] cricketschirping 2013-01-27 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[He knows that voice, and Archie whirls around.]

Henry! [Archie isn't sure what to make of Henry being there too. He immediately heads over to the boy.] Are you alright?
cricketschirping: (maybe i'm confused)

[personal profile] cricketschirping 2013-01-27 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Archie can't think he'll ever mind it, especially not when it comes after that sort of desperate run. He reaches down to return the gesture, but stops when his hands brush against an unfamiliar shape.]

Are these...wings? [Henry at least says he's okay, but still. Why would he have wings.] I'm glad to see you too, Henry. Do you know what's going on?