<div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Peter Pan</u></b><br/>
<i>The Darling Estate</i>​</div><br/>It was like a whisper, a sliver of a voice that called Peter from behind the strange object that stared back at him at the bottom of the stairway. His fingers brushed across the smooth surface, an icy cold pushing into his tops. He blinked, surprised by the sudden cold, his head falling to one side as he looked for some way to open it. It was a<i>door</i>wasn’t it? Just made of something else….<br/><br/>“How do we open it?” He asked himself as he floated forward, breaking contact with Tink as he slid his palms across the frame holding the door. “I can open it.” A soft voice answered from up the stairs. Peter looked around, over Tink’s shoulders to see Fable standing at the top of the stairway. Peter’s brow unfurrowed, a smile returning as flourished into a bow, urging Fable forward. “As you will.” He chimed giving Tink the smallest of winks.<br/><br/>Fable ascended the stairs slowly, step by step, Peter watched, fascinated by the aura that pulsed from both Fable and Tink, Tink could never hide her feelings from Peter Pan, she always gave herself away with a myriad of color and flare, although the light she normally eliminated seemed darkened now, a black and silver glow broken by the lights that hung above her. Fable’s steps gave him away, the way he carefully plopped one foot before the other, the slight shake in his legs before they hit the stone of each step. Peter pushed himself across Fable’s shoulder, watching closely as the boy pressed a button beside the door, there was a light… a strange noise, followed by a sharp hiss as the pane of grey slowly slid away<i>into</i>the wall.<br/><br/>“Woooooow…. Can you do that with all doors? That’s<i>very</i>useful Fable.” Peter said as he clapped the boys back enthusiastically. Fable just gave a soft chuckle as he shrugged. “Maybe?”<br/>“Mystery? I like that…” Peter answered before he floated forward into the room beyond.<br/><br/>It was well lit, a rounded central chamber, a large desk set in its centre, books and pages spilled over the side of it. Several archways like the one they had just come through lined the walls, each and every one open, inviting them inside, urging Pan to investigate. Peter paused at the books, his fingers traced across the leather bindings before tucking his feet beneath his bottom, cross legged, in the air, floating as he turned towards Fable.<br/><br/>“You can read yes? Read these aloud as Tink and I investigate….Tink? Are you coming?” He murmured as he caught a glimpse of her greyish glow at the archway he had come through. “Tink?” He repeated slowly.<br/><br/>Peter launched himself forward, Fable already unfolding the first book, his voice ringing softly in the otherwise empty chamber. “Where do I start?” He asked Peter.<br/>Peter turned and smiled whilst still floating towards Tink. “In the middle, an adventure should never start at the beginning.” He mused.<br/><br/>He landed before Tink, it was then he noticed the deep velvet blacks in her eyes.<i>fear</i>... Peter hated seeing her like this, it had happened before… once… only once, but it made something inside his chest sink, sink into the pits of his stomach. “Tink..” He purred, he brushed his hands carefully through her hair, his thumb running across her temple, her ear, before sliding onto the back of her neck, pinching softly as his forehead sunk against hers. Her eyes were so close to his they went blurry, the bridge of his nose pressed against hers.<br/><br/>“Day 42, subject is still refusing to deny her claims, hallucinations it has had in the past seem real to it. The employer has been very specific, by<i>any</i>means necessary. Drugs are not taking the proper effect, will need to look into alternative treatment.” Fable’s voice rung.<br/><br/>“Hey? Tink? Look at me, it’s okay… we’ll just take a look and then we’ll move on okay?” Peter whispered as he pulled her in closer.<br/><br/>“The use of electroshock therapy in combination with a high dose of insulin seems to be taking effect, the side effect of amnesia could wipe the troublesome hallucinations. Doing research in regards to possible new technique from America, has shown great results with the mentally ill to suppress unwanted behavior, subject will be excellent hypothesis, note to self: look into lobotomy ….” The final word seemed to trail off, a thick layer of disbelief in Fable's tone.<br/><br/>Peter turned, one arm wrapped around Tink's waist. "What is it Fable?"<br/><br/>Fable looked up from the book, a shimmer of fear in his gaze, a look of disgust. "Whoever was kept here…. It was horrible… it's an asylum, only unregistered, no regulation, no rules, free reign to whoever was stationed here." Fable answered.<br/><br/>"So? Who needs rules? Rules are boring right Tink?" Pan said with a squeeze of his arm.<br/><br/>"No… Peter, thi- this was torture." Fable whispered.<br/><br/>Peter just hummed, a frown lining his features as he pulled Tink inwards slowly, a guiding, yet steady pull. “Let’s look around Tink, stay close.” He whispered<br/><br/>“Adventure….” He finally smirked.<br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Hook</u></b><br/>
<i>Starstruck on the Wright</i>​</div><br/>The way she just<i>stood</i>there, the calm that literally embodied the damn woman, it frustrated Hook to no end. How could she<i>ALWAYS </i>be so calm! Always! Whether threatened with the deepest darkest seas, the blade of the sharpest steel or even a threat to her people, she’d always been steadfast, steady as a knowing rock. Like the damn women knew things, things they didn’t. Could she perhaps glimpse into the future? A seer like the fabled mermaids, your future for a deadly kiss? Hook frowned at the woman as her words sunk into his mind.<br/><br/>“Wendy…” He answered “She has been slipping into our world, she has returned, I must turn her to what she was, she needs to be whole once more or Pan will hold sway forever in Neverland, the lands have darkened, the seas have churned for far too long.”<br/><br/>A sudden thump in his chest caught him off guard, his heart pounded loudly, an announcement, a smile curled onto his lips as his eyes narrowed. He could feel his home had followed them, the Jolly Roger, the warmth of its wood, the strength of its sails, the power that bound Hook to it and it to Hook reignited as it arrived within this plane of existence. It had landed not far from here, it had landed where it had last left this world, when it had been stolen for but a moment by Pan, when he had taken it to the skies and returned Wendy’s body to her own home.<br/><br/>“She’s here too…” His eyes snapped up at Tiger Lily. “My beautiful flower, I have brought you for a reason, you can find Wendy, wherever she may be, you can trace her steps! She was<i>here</i>I’m sure of it, I can feel her whispers pull me forward but I need you to guide me there Lily.” He growled.<br/><br/>Hook turned on his heels, his gaze running along the cobblestone pathways that lined the open road, the mists now dispersed around them yet in the distance, a wall of white curled around itself, slivers of smoke twirling, calling them forward.<br/><br/>“The mists dull my senses, they feel familiar… yet strange.” He whispered as he ran the point of his hook across his chin, the sharpened metal scratching away at his skin, his stubble.<br/><br/>“Will you lead this hunt Tiger?” He mused, more to himself then to Tiger Lily herself. His eyes unfocused as he was lost in his own chain of thoughts.<br/><br/>Why where these mists so familiar….<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Jolly Rogers</u></b><br/>
<i>The bay to the Darling Estate</i>​</div><br/>Smee hated it, absolutely<i>hated </i>it, the stupid ship diving in the icy cold blue’s, then blacks, pulling them all under without so much of a warning, his breath cut off clean as a gulp of bitter salted waters flooded his mouth as he tried to inhale anyway. The waters caused an assault of shivers to run through his body, panic flowed through him as he gripped the railing for his life. If you let go of her now whilst it descended you would be lost in the darkened torrents of the ocean depths that were Neverland’s borders. Who even knew what creatures crept around its borders, seeking entrance to raise havoc, to cause nightmarish experiences.<br/><br/>To bring death.<br/><br/>The dive had been short, it always was, it could only mean one thing, the captain had crossed the borders, the Jolly Rogers never far behind her master. All the crew had known it, had seen it, often a tool to cross, it had also returned to Hook of its own accord after Pan’s sinful hands had taken it from their clutches that one time. It had risen from the depths of the unseen ocean then too, as it did now. Smee found himself staring at a starry night sky, a pattern unfamiliar to him, different, the blinking lights took different shapes then they had in Neverland.<br/><br/>“Odd…” He whispered as his teeth clattered, the cold still seeped into his bones.<br/><br/>He spat the salty waters out with a slight cough as he looked at what might remain of Hook’s crew, many had surely been lost in the sudden dive, especially the newer crew members. It was always a shame, but Pan always brought more boys, more boys meant more crew eventually, a delicate balance that never seemed to tip one way or another. As he took count distant flickering orange light caught his eyes. There atop a cliffside stood a large walled manor, a knowing snarl curled on Smee’s lips as his fingers twirled nervously.<br/><br/>“T-T-Time to hit l-la-land! Get yerself dry and a-ah-ah- armed!” Smee called loudly across the decks. Hook’s crew cheered loudly, they had been seabound for so long any call for land was a welcome one. Smee hurled himself across the deck towards his own little cabin below Hook’s private quarters.<br/><br/>Hook had called them, they were needed once more…<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
<b><u>James Dameron</u></b><br/>
<i>Suds and Bubbles</i>​</div><br/>James couldn’t help but chuckle at the immediate service, a regular, the order known and practiced by a thoughtful barman, the perfect ingredients for a returning customer. If only all barmen were so perceptive, the one free drink goes a long way and in the long term tends to pay itself back tenfold.<br/><br/>“Don’s it is” He laughed as he held up the glass to the barman he gave him a slight nod, then to Wendy. “To Neverland” He announced before slamming the drink back, its sweetened burn a welcome one after the strange night he had been having this night. The music, the mellow mood that hung within this place had been perfect for reminiscence, it was truly a place of personal peace. Or at least, that’s what it felt like to James, something far different from the Starstruck.<br/><br/>“Next time Wendy, I’ll let you pick the place alright?” He chuckled again as he shook his head in mild disbelief.<br/><br/>His eyes had not missed the surprise that flashed across the barman’s face as he palmed the money with discretion. He watched as Wendy sunk back into the thick cushioned couch, her head falling back, a soft sigh escaping through her lips as he felt her eyes slowly begin to bore into his. He cracked her a smile before shrugging.<br/><br/>“Who knows… charms?” James laughed, as he set the glass down on the table with a steady thump. He turned towards the woman, his elbow propped onto the back of the couch as he let his head fall into his palm, a sparkle of curiosity behind his eyes as he stared back.<br/><br/>“<i>Reputation</i>…” He said finally.<br/>“Your father has tried everything Wendy, I have read it all, I know it all, he has tried<i>everything</i>…" He paused for a moment, waiting for those words to settle into Wendy's mind, the meaning behind them. "And guess what? Nothing works does it Wendy? And when nothing works people come to me.” He shrugged again and smiled as he mimicked Wendy, letting his head slide from his palm, the back of his head falling back over the couch, leaving him staring at the ceiling.<br/><br/>“But… you’re not as helpless as your father believes.” He whispered. “You play the part very well Miss Darling but I peg you far more capable than you have us all believe. Look at this place.” He said as his eyes traced the interior of the room. “It practically vibrates harmony, peace, escape… I love it.” He chuckled<br/><br/>James let his head fall towards her, his neck straining ever so slightly, a pain easily ignored as he lost himself in those ocean blues. “Does it matter? Does the<i>why</i>really matter to you Wendy? Tell me truly Wendy, what is it<i>you</i>want? Why insist on Neverland, on Peter Pan if you know perfectly well what Neverland brings you here, in this world?” His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he whispered the question.