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[endingpoint]

[ She has a lot of questions. But she also doesn't to just...assume anything. Listening to the song, Jane makes sure to not stare at him, even though he's really pale, he seems to be going at a slower pace than, well. Anyone she knows. ]

Have you been in Wonderland very long?

[keephersafe]

[He opens his mouth, then closes it again and congratulates himself for not leaving his jaw on the ground. R thinks about it, then settles on-]

No.

[She's still looking. He peers up at her, almost shyly.]

A few days.

[mr_englishguy]

[Newt nods in agreement, giving R a small smile. It's one of the things that brings him there nearly daily.]

It truly is. This place is amazing, but sometimes I need this. Something familiar.

[Especially given the year he last knew, having something so familiar was helpful on days when Wonderland got rough. Not the events, but being there in general.

His gaze follows the other man's, taking in his pallor, the expression on his face.]

Oh no. You're not. Not at all. In fact, is there anything I can help you with?

[choosetruth]

God fucking damn it.

[It's talking. Actually talking in a way that makes it clear it can understand her. And probably doesn't qualify as an it so much as a he and that means she can't just shoot him. There's someone inside there. Suddenly, it's complicated.

She doesn't lower her gun. Even if killing this guy qualifies as murder, not just putting down the remains of someone already dead, she's willing to do it if he comes closer to her. She doesn't take chances with people who might eat her. But she doesn't shoot.]

What the fuck are you?

[keephersafe]

Dead.

[He says it sure that she knows it, and in a small, slow movement brings his hand up to pet the cat currently using him as a resting spot. His eyes drift away from her, up to the sky again, his memory flaring to life with a pale face and blonde hair and blue eyes, a whispered what are you while the bright glow of her life seeps through the blackened blood he'd smeared across her cheeks to disguise her.

What is he? He's beginning to ask himself the same question.]

But.. different. Changing. Won't hurt you. [A glance.] Promise.

[keephersafe]

[Something familiar. The library isn't a familiar place - the most books R usually sees in anything like good condition are the ones in the airport bookshop - but something about it drew him in.

He feels himself being examined and averts his eyes. Even cleaned up and dressed in clothes that haven't been falling apart for several years, he can't quite pass for Living.]

No, nothing.

[There's a twinge of embarrassment attached to the idea of saying out loud that he can't read, so he keeps it in.] I'm just looking. Enjoying the... [And here he braces himself slightly.] ... atmosphere.

[Nailed it.]

[xiv_kuzunoha]

And then?

[like_tofu]

Senpai...

[Rise slowed her walk then stopped.]

... I didn't even know you were gone and you've been here for years. If we knew you were here, we would've come to save you.

[endingpoint]

Oh. Well. Welcome to Wonderland, I guess. I've been here a year.

[ She finally looks up again and smiles just a little at him. ]

I'm Jane.

[shrinkage]

Comin' right up!

[ he tosses on one of darcy's gimmick aprons (20% stud 80% muffin) before setting to his task. ]

Well, you can offer them an object of your choosing, I've heard. But what they choose from your memories is totally up to them.

[choosetruth]

[Her skin crawls and she forces herself to take her finger off the triggers before she presses it without thinking. Why isn't the cat running?]

You couldn't if you tried.

[She's used to zombies. They don't scare her. Zombies are a fact of life and they don't really become a threat until they're in a mob. People are the real threat. They're capable of thinking and holding grudges and being creative.

If this zombie can think like a human for some reason, that makes him more dangerous, not less.]

Different how? Because you can hold a conversation? Are all zombies like this where you're from?

[keephersafe]

[R wonders if he's going to die here. He wonders, too why the cat isn't running, but he's enjoying the sensation of it purring against his chest too much to think about it too hard.]

No, not all.. them.

[Some of them, like him, and like M, could speak in splintered and fractured sentences, pushing words through the oozing soup of their thoughts and out into the air. R was stubborn in how he held on to language, how he refused to express himself in mindless grunts and groans. He'd speak, until he was so far gone that he couldn't.]

Most.. don't speak. [He glances at her again. There's something wry in his pewter-grey eyes.] I'm.. 'weird'.

[keephersafe]

Thanks.

[Nailing it. Does she have him figured out yet? He chances a glance up at her and realises that she's closer to him than most people dare to get when they get a good look at his eyes and the suspicions start to dig in.]

... I'm R.

[Just R.]

Nice you m.. meet you.

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji comes to a stop as well and turns to look back at her. His brows furrow a bit, feeling guilty and sad at once.]

I know. If it were possible, you would have. I would have come back to all of you, too, if I could have.

[haha_vegans]

[ Yet? What, is she going to bring the entirety of JJ's Diner here?

As much as he wants to think it's ludicrous that she would even try, he also wouldn't put it past her. Leslie has always been persistent on her good days and more stubborn than a mule on her worst.

But then she keeps talking, and Ron forgets all thoughts about what plans she may or may not have. Because she's said something that is so much more important. Because she's said something that can't possibly be true. ]

All you can eat bacon. [ He briefly giggles, but only briefly, and then turns serious. ]

You've seen how much bacon I can eat. You really think there's any place that has all Ro- I can eat bacon?

[ Leslie. Come on. He thought you knew him. ]

[haha_vegans]

Wonderland.

[ He giggles. He doesn't even try to hide it. ]

Right, Right.

Wonderland.

[ He commences giggling again, because Wonderland. How stupid does this woman think he is? She honestly expects him to believe he's wound up in some sort of children's story? ]

[noreason]

Then I became hitoshura. [He indicates himself. That's what he is, after all.]

[livemoore]

[ Before she can explain she didn't mean she thought this was zombie cure gone wrong in his case, he's pulling out a picture, and then she leans closer, looking at it. After a few seconds, Liv looks at R again and speaks softly. ]

She's helping you become more human?

[livemoore]

So, here's a question.

[ That has nothing at all to do with her own situation AT ALL. ]

Say you have...other people's memories. I mean, hypothetically. Is there a chance the vendors could Russian Roulette their way into something you didn't care about keeping anyway?

[ Because you better believe there are some traumatizing things she's seen through the eyes of victims that she'd rather forget. ]

[keephersafe]

[He pulls a face at her.]

I am human.

[Dead human is still human, right? He's always stuck by that, it's one of those funny things he refuses to let go that M thinks he's weird for. He's human, just like them, except they're Living and he's Dead. It's almost as distasteful as the word 'zombie', but he can live with that one.

R turns the picture towards himself and looks at it. She left him behind and he knew it was for the best, but... he still feels a twinge in the centre of his chest when he thinks about it.]

She's... [He trails off, far more deliberate than his usual pauses between words, and strokes his thumb across the picture. Then, he tucks it away and shakes his head.] She went home.

[elevating]

[ Harry Osborn is a regular in MJ's nightclub. He's here three, maybe four times a week. He's not interested in the themed parties or the disco nights. He's mostly here to drown himself in alcohol. The good kind. The expensive kind. The kind only Mary Jane Watson knows how to pour apparently because there are plenty of other bars that don't serve as a nightclub/karaoke center here in Wonderland -- but here he is anyways. ]

I'll have the usual. [ He forces out a smile as he takes a seat by the bar. He has days where he barely talks and days where he says a little too much maybe. Like two nights ago for instance when he told MJ about his troubles. That he sometimes wakes up with no recollection of how many days have gone past. That he thinks he might be losing his mind. Or that he might be suffering from dementia. Because a week ago he'd woken up with a gash on his forehead, and for the life of him, he can't recall how he'd gotten himself injured. But that's not the worst of it. He's been losing track of time. Take today, for example: he remembers having breakfast this morning, but nothing about the rest of his afternoon. ]

How are you? [ Harry's wondering now if he's said anything else to her that he's not aware of -- if he's spilled too many secrets. He hopes that night had been the one and only time he'd made a complete fool of himself. The last thing he wants is for her to think that he's going insane. He would hate for anyone to have that impression about him. ]

[mr_englishguy]

[He's certainly different, though Newt hasn't quite put together how or why. Stories he's heard from others don't match up at all with R, so he's more worried he's sick in another way than that he's something he's heard from many but nothing like this.]

I don't blame you for that. Not in the least. I love libraries. There's one in the youth center as well. I suspect some others may have their own, and I've thought to try and put one together based on the worlds we all come from.

Do you have a favorite book?

[He can't help but to be chatty, to want to get to know those he's never met before. It's always so interesting getting to know others.]

[keephersafe]

[The longer they stand together, the more uncomfortable and out of sorts R starts to feel. It isn't like him to maintain conversation - the longest he's had recently have been with Julie, and even then they have been limited by his ability to respond. This man talks quickly, and R's brain trips over understanding him, focusing on some words and not others and missing the meaning of the sentences in the process.

But there's a question, and he clings to that. It's not a question he can answer, but...

He shakes his head, glancing off down the line of books. A reply comes to his lips almost unbidden.]

I prefer music.

[Good going, R, you almost sound like a live human.]

[shrinkage]

That's a pretty specific and complicated question.

[ but he does her the courtesy of fixing his attention on filling grounds and tamping them into the maker thingy. ]

I suppose, theoretically? But I've only heard gossip and rumors-- there's no real way to find out exactly how they work, you know?

[ no way to really prove that it's the quality and importance of a memory that makes it valuable to them. that you can't hide the best ones away, out of reach and safe in some mental box. ]

The Little Girl | The Little Prince (2015) | OTA

[essentiallyinvisible]

I. Network

So...some people have been saying this place is based on a book. It's one I've never read before, though, which is kind of sad! Does anyone know a lot about it? And if not, what's your favorite book?

II. The Dining Room

[The Little Girl is sitting at one of the tables, a stuffed fox propped up beside her. On the plate in front of her is a large, decadent-looking chocolate cake. Not a slice of cake, a whole cake. She's smiling, but looks hesitant to actually take a bite.]

I know Mom isn't here! And that I don't have to keep following her Life Plan! [She pauses, looking at the fox for a bit before continuing.] Well, isn't healthy eating just good common sense? Like brushing your teeth and combing your hair!