#elsewhere

"I'd tell you, you can't save the world... but I don't think you'd stop trying." Leaning against her, a comfortable warmth on her side, with the fire dancing in front of them.

"Yeah, I'm a suckerr like that" She admits "Sorry"

"Don't be, turns out, I like suckers." Crackle, crackle. "Mom likes you too, you know. She's had a first session with that counseling center in Watertown, and she said they're easy to talk to. She's still a bit confused about why you went looking for her, but wanted me to say thanks. So, 'thanks'." She can feel, more than see, him smiling.

"Yeah well" A blush "your mom is welcome and I'm very glad it's working for her."

Pam has wandered away to talk to a few girls, and they have a bench to themselves by the fire. "One of these days, am I going to meet your fam? You're not embarrassed of me, are you?" Teasing a bit.

"Actually, I was hoping you'd meet them soon" she remembers the list, "But... I need you to be able to keep a secret or three. My family isn't your standard nuclear set up. I am fostered you know? We are a diverse group of weirdos"

"Weird, like... " He lowers his voice a bit. "Like you have someone in witness protection? Like, they saw a gang murder, and the police placed them.. or you.. here to prevent harm to come to them?" He's half joking - but a little not...?

"Actually," Gwen finds herself chuckling, "You're kind of warm there" A wink. Is she joking? "Hey, you, want me to get us drinks?"

"Sure!" He pulls his arm away so that she can get up. There's a bit of a gathering around the back of a pickup truck that one of the older teens drove over in, and kids standing around with solo cups, sipping.

She parts from them long enough to get the two of them drinks, sniffing to make sure there's no booze

The kid leaning on the truck handing out cups looks her over when she approaches, and offers her an empty solo cup. "Hey, you're C-Dog's chica, aren't you? Go on, grab one for him too." As she may have expected, there's a couple cases of cheap beer in the back of the truck.

"Pour it in the cup, and if the cops show up, they go in the fire." He tells her, everyone else seems to know the drill already.

"Yeah, I'm with Chuck" She lets it slide.

He cracks open a can of the 'Champagne of beers' and fills each cup with half, passing them over.

She looks to see if near the beer there's any non booze options, or maybe a fountain? She does get two cups

Whoops.

"Uhm thanks"

"We got Labatt's if you prefer. Canadian stuff." He nods, a friendly sort, though he's somewhat looking past her as another guy walks up, and is told, "$3 bucks."

"What? She just got two." Glancing at Gwen.

"Take it or leave it."

The other dude takes it, and Beer Guy winks to Gwen. "Anyone cool with C-Dog is cool with B-Dubs." Finger guns.

"Oh thanks" She says gratefully even if she's not a fan of beer.. in fact, she has some hang ups. But she did need a drink, she goes to Chuck, but not right up to him, motioning him away from the crowd as she takes a breath, and slips a bit of glamour into his cup "Hey, let's have that private talk"

His eyes open a bit, surprised, but he doesn't hesitate as he follows her. They are in a clearing not too far out of town, just off the main road, and tree cover surrounds them. It's very easy to find a private spot... and they happen to pass at least one other couple heading off, apparently with the 'same idea' in mind.

She hands him his beer "I'm not a big fan of beer but B-Dubs did donate."

A smile

"WOO, CHUCK! You GO, man!" A voice is heard calling after them - B-Dubs, apparently.

It's darker out here, away from the fire - if Chuck colors or is embarrassed, it's hard to tell in the dim. He takes the drink. "If you don't like it, you don't have to drink it." Chuck says, swallowing a bit. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do..." He clears his throat a bit, nervous, and takes a swallow from his own cup.

"Well, actually, I want to tell the truth about me, and.. first I have to ask you don't freak out. Please. "

As she waits for the glow.

He swallows, blinks, and takes another sip. "What's in here?" As a sparkle flows down his throat and warmth starts to spread through his body.

"Would you believe no drugs?" She answers as she begins to loom even taller than before, her skin looking as if it were crafted from marble

"I don't know, I feel... odd." He reaches for her hand in the dim light. "Gwen?" Trying to peer around the pillar in front of him.

She blushes and kens him. Is that enchantment taking or not?

He is turning around, and around again, looking dazed. "I thought it was almost night... but the sky... it's so colorful." The sunset, muted by distant light pollution and regular pollution, even out here where it's closer to wilderness - for Chuck for the first time, has lit up in a riot of colors like the sky itself is singing the sun to sleep. "What is this? If we got skipped a trip, I don't even care.. it's... I don't even know!"

"Welcome to the otherside" she says "No that's not fair, welcome to the between place. This is where man's world and Dreams meet. I wanted to talk to you as I am, really am, and see if you still, well" A blush "Liked me"

He blinks the stars from his eyes, and turns to look over at Gwen - rather, UP at Gwen now, as she's no longer at eye level, but now taller than him. "I... Gwen? It's still you?" He takes a step back, even as he reaches out a hand towards her cheek, wondering.

"Yes, I'm.. well, more than most mortal eyes see."

She almost leans into the touch, despite the stone surface of her skin

The twilight birds sing to welcome dusk, the mourning dove in the tree now seems to be lamenting the names of those lost, rather than just a sad sounding coo.

A whippoorwill proclaims, "Whip-oor-WILL, Whip-oor-WON'T!"

Fluttering through the air, a moth heads towards the fire in the clearing they left, leaving sparkles of light in it's wake that twinkle and then fade.

Gwen may be reminded of her own first taste of glamour, though for her, in the midst of a Chrysalis, it was far more chaotic.

He reaches up with his other hand, cupping her face, and peering into it. "You're in there? Under... this? Are you - cursed? I mean, shit. I don't mean - are you OK? Are those horns??" He doesn't sound scared, but incredulous, unsure.

"Only little ones" She smiles "And I'm under this, this is me. " Her smile has wolf fangs.. kinda "Does it really seem cursed?" THen her smile fades "Do you think I'm ugly like this?"

"It's... different." He strokes her face, following the curves of her cheeks. The stone skin - hard to the touch, but is there any give, any flexibility, or is it truly like a statue? Warm like skin, or cold like marble in the cool night?

It does give, just a little, like a sheet of marble but under it the innerstructure of muscle and tendons for more flexible support. And it is warm

"I'm very different. I'm sorry, this isn't an ideal way to test this but I just... I wanted to see if you could handle it"

He pulls softly and stands on his tip-toes - this is WEIRD he thinks - and goes for a kiss.

The height, awkward to a boy used to being the taller one around - surely girls are USED to this angle...

She bends at the knees alamost as falling into the kiss and savors

The kiss is magical. Not only is it the boy she likes, but he TASTES magical, her own glamour on his lips - is this what it's like to kiss another Changeling? Or is is just the joy of the two of them alone!

He draws away - is he retreating? No, he adjusts and wraps hands around her - then around her again at another angle, she's bigger, as his hands lightly trace over her back, and he has to use more of his muscle to support - ah, there, against a tree, and he leans in again to kiss her, longer.

"mmm" she makes a pleased sound during the kiss. If he worried she'ed be cold to the touch like true stone, that's disspelled

One of his hands trails lower down her back, and then he pauses, and laughs a little, catching his breath. "Okay... you're not a demon... at least, no wings, no tail... and if you were a demon? I think I'm ready to be damned."

She laughs "No not a demon. I'm ..well.. we have rules about not telling. Would you just accept I'm magic?"

Her toes have curled

"Your family.. they're magic too?" He shakes his head, trying to take it in. "I thought maybe you wanted to come out here to... I mean, not that this isn't AMAZING... geez, you must think I'm a single-minded jerk.."

He takes one of her hands in his own. Surprised, he splays his fingers to grasp the larger hand. "You asked if I think you're ugly. No. I don't think I every would. You're Gwen."