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Peter Pan
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Peter Pan
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Atlas
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Post by Colin Ambrose on Aug 20, 2015 2:10:47 GMT
Pan sat at the incredibly large table that the lost boys and various... guests used for placement of the vast amounts of food that they tended to consume at rates that would put a starving country receiving shipments of Thanksgiving treats to shame. He was deep in thought, considering far too many things, but had grown annoyed with his own mind. It was as if there was nothing for him to do, and he had grown bored. There was still no information from any of the scouts he had sent out for what he was seeking, though he expected, no, required all of them be here for this meal. This dinner could be more compared to a war council, though of course only a select few had been told anything in regards to the purpose of Pan not only attending the meal, for once, but him actually making all the food himself.
Well, that was not entirely true, as he had requested assistance from Witt, one of the Lost Boys most able to keep Pan in a good mood. Naturally Pan could admit that Witt was... Not the most intelligent of the lost boys, but something about him always seemed to get genuine smiles not shaded in unquestionable and terrifying evil. So Pan had made the food, and Witt had attempted to help, but had only managed to splash some unknown liquid on Pan, which had put him in a worse mood, until Witt, being Witt, attempted to clean it up and had failed on an almost cosmic scale by knocking over all the food that Pan had made. A hilarious Witt dance of trying not to fall that ended in another failure later, and Pan simply used magic to clean the mess and create all the food that now sat before him, built like epic towers of the most delicious things Pan could think of. Without a doubt a spread that gave off a scent that wafted into the nostrils and filled one with sensory pleasure and longing to fill one's belly until it was practically bursting.
Pan leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table, then pressed his fingers together with his index fingers pressed against his lips, just under his nose as he waited patiently for the first boy or boys to show up. This would be a good night, for the boys, who would get to enjoy some of his 'cooking' and for him, to gather information, inform the others of his plans, at least as much as he needed to, and for Pan to enjoy, once again, the feeling of being the supreme among so many that loved him and followed without question. Yes, today would be a good day.
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