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♦ Test Drive Meme ♦

♥ This meme is a chance for new players and/or new characters to try out their voices in Wonderland's setting, and mingle with

entranceway's current player base.

♥ Get started with one of the prompts below, or reply to other people's top-level comments. Both prose and comment spam format is allowed and welcome.

♥ Creating top-level comments is reserved for new characters who are not currently in Wonderland, as well as for new Mirrors that haven't been played yet.

♥ Please note that any threads written for this meme are not part of

entranceway's game canon. They do not count towards current players' AC requirements, and cannot be used as samples for any new applications.

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I. Second Time's The Charm
This... this looks awfully familiar, and... familiar in an awful way. Look around all you like, it won't change, it won't go away. You are in Wonderland. No, worse: You're back in Wonderland. Just when everything was nice and comfortable at home, or-- or wasn't it? Maybe you're happy to be here again. Hey, no judgement, free room and board is nothing to scoff at! Blessing or curse, that's really up to you; all you know for sure is that, apparently, you're here to stay.

II. What will you children do next?
It's time for another wonderful event in Wonderland! For its duration characters will suddenly find themselves ten years older or younger. This can be physically, mentally, or both, i.e., if your character is 20 years old right now, they may become 10 physically but still have the mind and memories of their 20-year-old self, or they may revert to the mentality of their 10-year-old self and lose all the memories they have of being older. Characters over 200 years old may even age by a century, as a decade isn't that long for them.

III. Through The Looking-Glass
What an extraordinary day! All of Wonderland's mirrors-- just the things, not the capital Mirrors, not the ones like you --are suddenly shattered! Shards on the floor as far as the eye can see, and empty frames that are just begging to be stepped through! Oh, but you should really stay on your side unless the Queen of Hearts orders it otherwise. Or should you? Who's to say she wouldn't want you to investigate? Go ahead, go on, explore the real side for a change! Or... stay put right where you are, and see who comes to visit. It's really up to you.

IV. Wildcard
Play out your character's arrival. Celebrate their anniversary. Choose a different event to experience. Do anything and everything you like!

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[ The moment is a slice of ordinary for him, as ordinary as ordinary can be... these days, anyway. Philip walks down to the beach, just a walk. Even Faraday's upstairs, sleeping, small miracle she ever gets enough of the grass and sand underneath her paws, but every once in a while she tires of running. And Philip keeps walking.

And there she is, a woman with a face like a traffic light. Deer in the headlights, well, perhaps that as well, but above all the expression is a signal, it has become that as inevitably as answering a ringing phone, a knock on the door, as rising with the sound of the alarm.

It's Pavlov's dog, but without the bell and a brochure instead. Ding dong, she looks lost. Philip approaches, and holds the pamphlet out towards her. His smile is apologetic. Wonderland won't be. ]

[ Karen hears his approach, the sound of his feet shuffling through the grass, and it startles her, makes her jump and turn. It's so quiet here that she'd thought -- she thought maybe she was alone. But she isn't. He's here too, this man with his ... what is that?

She frowns and takes a step closer. A pamphlet? What, is he a Jehovah's Witness or something? ]

Um. Thanks?

[ She takes the pamphlet, her frown deepening when she reads it. ]

Is this some kind of joke?

[ Well, he smiles, anyway, a little wider than before, because the incredulity resonates with old memories, because between kidnapped and not Kansas he likes joke the most. It fits, doesn't it?

He holds his hand up, hang on, the gesture for that, something vague mouthed in silence (because silence is all there is these days), give him a second, as he flips open his communication device and starts to type. Almost got it. ]

Probably. Very elaborate one at that. Been going on for years. Still waiting for the punchline myself.

[ Proximity negates the need for transmissions. He flips the display, and hands it over for inspection. ]

[ She huffs out a laugh as she reads, sort of hysterically charmed and amused despite herself. She hands the device back to him. ]

So I didn't crack my head open on the pavement? This place is... [ She looks around a moment, taking everything in again. ] This place is real?

[ Quick tick motion of his head to the side. Bit of a squint too. Mostly no to the former and mostly yes to the latter. Mostly.

Good thing he's getting pretty fast at typing. ]

Not unless the pavement is the last thing you remember. Not to throw a wrench into this so far incredibly believable story, but we do have a few dead people here. Plenty of live ones as well, though. So no, not the afterlife. And real enough, for all intents and purposes.

[ A flick of his hand, the same spiel, almost. He quickly jerks the phone back into his grasp, because hang on, he can't quite relinquish it just yet, there's still-- ]

If you think about it, the only other possibility is that I'm a figment of your imagination, and do you honestly think that little of your imagination?

[ All right, now you can have it back. Honestly, if you're going crazy then the least you deserve is a young James Dean. ]

[ Karen watches him, her mouth curling up in amusement. This is weird, this is all very weird, but it's better than being dead. Or being stuck in the rain at night in the middle of Hell's Kitchen.

She laughs as she reads, bringing a hand to cover her mouth. ]

Oh no, I'm sorry. You're ... [ She gives him a quick once over. He does sort of look like something her imagination would supply, if not a little worse for wear. And he'd probably be able to talk, but that's not the kind of thing she should say out loud. ] I've definitely seen worse than you.

[ Right. A little awkward, but she clears her throat and moves past it. ]

So we're in what? Limbo? Or -- [ She glances at the pamphlet again, and waves it around. ] Wonderland?

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