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HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?!

Your mind is a car, a car in the vastness of the universe, slowly going down the road which connects thought upon thought and you glance at your hands as they grasp the steering wheel, wondering if you are fit to master the curves of creativity, to weather the rocky roads of prose, to order a cool glass of beer at the roadhouse of inspiration no wait a second you can't order a beer you're driving you're test driving your mind car drunk what have you done WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS IS THE MIND POLICE SLOW DOWN AND PULL OVER IMMEDIATELY YOU ARE UNDER ARREST I SAID SLOW DOWN THIS IS--



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[luckynumberthree]

[ He backs up a step on instinct, then lifts his hands in surrender before giving a deep sigh and shaking his head. ]

Now, Eight. Is that anyway to greet an old friend? S'not very polite of you.

Before you start plotting all the ways you can murder me, you should probably know it's not going to work. And things in this place.... really aren't what they seem. Also you should.... probably go talk to Sam before you do something I'm going to really regret.

[ Can he opt out of whatever it is she wants to say? Although he'd still take that over the bullet. Probably. Maybe? ]

gym

[goeth]

[ ok so while bonnie considers herself a nonphysical type and prefers to just not have to fight things ever, she's had a few hard lessons in survive without your magic of late. which is totally why she's definitely not just on her device walking at a ... no that's not even a moderate pace. she's literally ambling on a treadmill right now.

and when she looks up to see snow just ... standing there? she can't help but wrinkle her nose. ]

Can I help you?

[doods]

[ Soos would both notice and be the first person to volunteer for the search party if Stan vanished into thin air, or his nickname isn't Soos at all. But boy, it's good to not have to handle that kind of reality. Just this economy-lacking mansion with a boiler that runs on nothing. And Soos can handle that biz as long as even Stan's sure that the Shack's okay.

Poor, poor Stan, though. The economy is so important to him. And prison is also important to him in a less positive capacity, so that's not really working in his favor. It's like putting a shark in a tree. Sure, it's totally up there and that's kinda rad in itself. But it doesn't have any business being there.

100% here to pat Stan's shoulder in solidarity. The man is holding canned mackerel. He clearly needs it. ]

I'm so sorry. [ This is a grave and legitimate life problem. ] If there's anything I can do to help, I'll do it.

[ The countdown to Soos volunteering to do vendor-trading for something for the Pines probably just started, tbh. It's almost inevitable. ]

[rebelpugilist]

Pretty sure I can help myself.

[Hey, he was getting around to actually doing something-- probably. He smiles easily in reply, able to shove his worry down long enough to summon up some of the usual cheer. It's how he copes-- how he's always coped.]

This place yours?

[rebelpugilist]

[Average? He wonders if someone ought to tell her face it's not really on board, in that case.

Maybe.]

Get the feeling there's not a lot of paperwork around here.

[Not that he knows anything about what a pain in the ass that actually is. It sounds boring.]

[rebelpugilist]

None at all? Huh, must have missed that in the brochure.
So it really is all about those magic closets. Weird. Seems too easy if you ask me.

[And he's used to too easy. Thanks, fal'Cie.]

omg dipper u nerd bean

[doods]

Nice, dude! [ HIGH FIVE. There's absolutely a magical boiler. Soos has no other way to explain why it's even working. Which is pretty cool? He can show Dipper the boiler later.

Unless he just imagined it while he was trapped in a labyrinth of chaos and complexity the likes of which his mind couldn't comprehend. But that's gotta be a sixty-forty chance. ]

I guess never reading the book was great for helping my expectations in the long-term after all. Oh man, tell me we can hit up some flamingo croquet! [ HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY CROQUET BUT HE'LL LEARN. If "nothing like the book" also means "a lot like that one movie which he is assuming is different from the book". ]

bonnie bennett | the vampire diaries

[goeth]

( ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ )
So I've heard you can get things from the vendors. Things the closets can't provide? There's a catch, right? There's always a catch.

( ɴᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs, ᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴜ | ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ )
[ bonnie sits among the flora that grows at a rate astonishing even to her. she's never been able to connect with nature in wonderland on the same level she could back home. something that just doesn't translate. it's off, just enough to make her feel the loss.

but that doesn't mean she'll stop trying. it just means she huffs every once in awhile, unable to fight off the frustration as she leans back to sit on her feet. and rubs her eyes with the heels of her hands until she starts seeing stars... ]

Come on. Just-- just listen.

Jane Doe (Taylor Shaw) | Blindspot

[endingpoint]

Outside of the mansion, heading toward it

[This can't be happening again. How could it? How could she be somewhere else she doesn't remember? She's not half naked this time, that's a plus. But she is in her underwear; less of thing to celebrate, maybe. She feels exposed, has lost track of how many times she's felt that way. The tattoos - from her neck to her feet - are attention grabbers, and even though Jane walks with her arms wrapped around herself, it doesn't help. How she got here, she doesn't know, but she's shaking, eyes wide as she makes her way to the only building she can see.

The only thing she knows for sure, is that she has memories this time. She remembers Kurt, and she remembers he just dropped her off back home after leaving the hospital. She was going to shower, and then she was here.]

Kurt!

[He's the only name she can think to call out, looking at her surroundings, trying to see a familiar face or place.]

Please...anyone?

[Her voice breaks a little. Zapata, Reade, Mayfair. Anyone. She wants Kurt, but any face that looks familiar, she'll take it.]

[perigean]

[ Melon bread!! Her nose precedes her as she rises behind the counter, eyes trained on Makoto's back as she turns. Now's her chance. Usagi slowly stretches out a hand, snatching one of the fresh pieces away... before dropping it, howling and holding her hand tight to her chest. ]

Ahhhh - Mako-chan! You made it too hot! [ Usagi makes a show of sinking down to the ground to retrieve the fallen treat, quickly replacing it on the counter, though not with the others. ]

[luckynumberthree]

It's a nice bonus after the rest of the crap this place randomly throws our way.

Besides, you wanna buy something from those vendors? It'll usually cost you something you might not want to give up.

[fulmen]

[ she hadn't expected quite so dramatic a display, but mako moves swiftly once usagi begins her caterwauling. ]

Oh, Usagi... [ her tongue clucks as she moves around the island to her companion's side, a luke-warm cloth in one hand. her free hand reaches out to pull at usagi's burned one, draping the cloth over her palm. ] When will you learn not to be so impulsive? There are plenty of sweets that were ready to eat, anyway!

!!!!!

[luckynumberthree]

[ He'd been out jogging, but he hears the voice calling out and alters his path, winding around the side of the mansion and spotting the woman easily. Then again, she's kinda hard to miss, with all the ink she's sporting. But the way she's wrapped around herself reminds him that it's the end of bloody November and she's certainly not dressed for the weather.

He gives a soft curse and puts on a burst of speed to bring him closer as he starts stripping out of his sweatshirt. ]

Hey.

[ He calls out to her as he gets closer, not wanting to startle her if he can help it - considering the sort of people who show up here, that's never a smart move until he knows they can't punch him through a wall or something. ]

Are you alright? Are you hurt? Here, you gotta be freezing.

[ He adds the last as he holds out his sweatshirt to her, intending to get her inside as soon as possible, if she'd let him. ]

[perigean]

[ Mako, you have to expect the Most Theatrical from her. Basically always. ]

B-But... that one looked especially yummy. [ whine whine

Usagi sticks out her bottom lip, accepting the cloth and dabbing pointedly at her very, very minor burn. ]

Mmm... which ones were ready to eat, then?

[outofthebreach]

[ Brennan's wandering past the gardens when he hears the frustrated complaint from within. It has him pausing before altering his steps, coming across the unfamiliar young woman seated among the greenery.

Apparently alone, although he looks around for who her demand might have been directed towards. That was... odd? ]

My lady? Is everything alright?

[goeth]

Nope.

[ bonnie's happy for a more legitimate distraction, though. and the view isn't too bad, either. ]

Oh-- so that means you must be new, huh?

[fulmen]

[ she can't help the grin that lifts the corners of her mouth. mildly patronizing, and easily far more were she not predisposed to love every bit of her friend. ]

Well, come and see for yourself, you poor burned girl! [ along the far counter, where mako leads the way, are piles of pastries and cakes. sweet dumplings and jellies. ] I was up so early this morning, I guess I lost track of the time...

[goeth]

[ bonnie starts, pitching forward again before reaching up to push the hair back out of her face. her frustration is plain, in the way she redirects it up to her intruder. the scowl is fierce with this one. ]

No. No, it's really not. Does any of this seem OK?

[rebelpugilist]

Yeah, fresh off the boat-- or however you wanna put it.

[More like he woke up face-down in the gardens.]

Did my reading, took a look around. It's an interesting place, I'll give it that.

[rebelpugilist]

Yeah? Like what?

[He might have skimmed.]

:D :D

[endingpoint]

[Jane blinks quickly, wetting her lips and with a shaking hand, taking his sweatshirt. It's hard to know who to trust, what to trust. But she's nearly naked and alone as far as she knows.]

I'm...I don't...know...

[The sweatshirt is pulled on, and she follows him, hoping it's the right choice.]

[cutenug]

[ she doesn't have treats, but leliana gives him plenty of scratches, cooing all the while. ] Oren, hm? A good name for a good pup. [ it's not as good a name as schmooples, of course, but little is.

while scratching the mabari's ears and neck, leliana looks up at robyn curiously. the fact that this young woman knows her name is unexpected, but not as unexpected as the obvious sadness and disappointment when she realizes leliana doesn't know her in turn. ]

How do we know each other? [ since this person must know more of her to be so surprised. it's annoying that leliana can't place who she is, and a little worrying. she doesn't like the idea that someone's face could have been plucked from her memory. ]

[cutenug]

[ leliana smiles at the turn of phrase, more because it reminds her of varric than anything else. ]

It gets stranger than the windows in the hall, then?

[ because those are pretty damn weird, you have to admit. ]

[makeyoul8]

Start?

[ She comes within an arm's reach of Simon, close enough to reach out and snap his neck if the need struck her. Which it very well might. Sara is fine with liars and cheaters -- that's all part of the game. But traitors? In the name of false promises and shiny immortality? Sara doesn't hold that in particularly high esteem at all. ]

Oh, Simon. I've already got a few in mind. Don't forget, I know the ins and outs of Van Ark's treatments as well as you do. It is possible to find out someone's secrets without betraying the ones you love to the very people that hold him. You just have to be a little creative, and a little smart.

[ She'll jab a fist out towards Simon, aiming to pin him to the wall, or at the very least, cause some pain. ]

I don't care if you really cared for them or not. [ Caring was such a funny thing in their world, anyway. ] But you think little old Sam can help you weasel your way out of this one? Sam, your old mate?

[ She scoffs. ]

Disgusting. I think you've forgotten how unforgiving I can be. Tell me, Simon, did he stick to the basilic vein when he shot you up with his concoctions, or did he go straight for the brain?

let me smoosh your face :D i'm so excited

[luckynumberthree]

[ She's shaken and upset and that's easy enough to see, so he holds out his hands to her, open and palms upward, trying to look as non-threatening as possible so he doesn't alarm her any further, although the look on her face has him wondering what in the hell she'd just been yanked away from. ]

It's alright. You're gonna be okay. Let's get you inside where it's warmer, alright? There's clothes, and food, and something to get you warmed up. My name is Simon. I'm not going to hurt you. Will you let me help?