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[vitaelamorte]

Has this ever happened to you? You are an adventurous and daring roleplayer bursting with motivation and ideas, and Wonderland seems just the place for you to let your creativity flourish, AND YET... you doubt.

Unsure if your grasp on that one character's voice is as firm as you'd like it to be? Wondering how exactly your regular character's quirks will work out, once you've turned them into a Mirror? Curious and curiouser about how your magnificent muse might fit into the world of Wonderland? Or do you simply want to warm up and stretch your legs, before submitting that application and coming to meet entranceway's characters and players?

THEN WE HAVE JUST THE THING FOR YOU!

If this delicious apple in its constant, looming spin



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Comments

[endingpoint]

[ She's never met someone dead before and she doesn't want to be rude??? So she's trying not to like...assume. ]

You too, R.

[ Just R. Huh. ]

Can I ask you a question?

[ Look, Jane is going to try to be as nice as possible because on the best of her days she's completely socially awkward anyway. ]

[keephersafe]

[Oh God here it is. R feels himself cringe and wonders if it got onto his face before he caught it. The record player needle skips over to the next track, fuzzing in the groove for a moment.

He nods.

R is sure, though, that he already knows what he's going to be asked.]

[knope2012]

[ Leslie just stares straight-faced at the camera. Even Ron's rare (though certainly not unprecedented) giggle isn't enough to make her crack a smile. She waits until he's finished expressing his disbelief before she speaks again. ]

Not "all you can eat," R-Tom Selleck.

[ She's already forgotten her fake name for him. ]

All anyone can eat. More than you can eat.

All of the bacon.

[endingpoint]

Are you...are you okay? Do you need a doctor, or...is there something you need to feel good? You can ask the closets for anything you need.

[ JANE IS CONCERNED FOR HIM, OKAY. And she's trying not to be super offensive. ]

[knope2012]

[ Leslie opens her mouth to respond, and then stops, frowning in confusion. Talking tree. Something about that is ringing a bell. ]

Ben,

[ Oh, no. She speaks slowly, giving him a knowing, serious expression. ]

Have you been having all-night Lord of the Rings marathons again? You know we've talked about this, it's not healthy to watch those movies for more than six hours straight -

[ Already, she's looking him over, assessing the damage. No Letters to Cleo T-shirt. His hair's relatively tamed. Surreptitiously, she reaches for his wrist, checking to see if he's any skinnier than normal. ]

When was the last time you ate something that wasn't a calzone?

a, I saw you mention The Little Prince in another tag and I had to come in

[essentiallyinvisible]

My name is Lilliane, but you can call me Lili for short. I'm from France, and I recently turned ten! I like pancakes, sharing stories, and adventure. I guess I'm a normal girl too, or at least I'm trying to be.

Why is it your least favorite book?

Sorry this took forever!

[god_killer]

[ Diana's heart goes out to her. To no longer have a view like this back home was hard, she knew.]

I am. I have been here for about a week. It's is...an adjustment.

[ She moved then, holding her hand out as she had seen the people in man's world do, to inteoduce themselves.]

I am Diana.

[hackrid]

OK so stop me if I need to buy you dinner before asking this kind of thing, but-- what's it like? I know a psychic and she's pretty much got it turned on twenty-four-seven but I get the feeling it's not always at eleven.

[ claud's pretty sure either option would give her the wiggins, but getting hit with a vision seems extra strength. ]

[keephersafe]

[He looks at her like he doesn't understand. It wasn't exactly what he was expecting, after all, and he sits in dumbstruck idiot mode for a few long seconds before he shakes his head.]

I'm fine.

[A doctor could only confirm the obvious. When you're Dead, there isn't an illness around that can bother you.]

But thank you for asking.

[He counts up in his head out of habit. Six syllables is a good reach.]

[morethan084]

[Well laughing isn't usually how people react to finding out there somewhere completely different.]

Yup. I mean, you clearly don't believe me, but eventually you'll realize I was telling the truth.

c - because one cute music loving zombie boy should totally meet another music loving zombie boy

[livingdeadboy]

[ Sahu's a fan of rock, but he's got real love for music of all sorts... except that one really weird country cover of Purple Rain... that thing was a travesty. Either way he's wandering around, not finding anyone or anything of really any interest. At least not until the sound of music catches his ear.

It's not really what he's into but poking his head into the room he can definitely appreciate that the guy sitting on the floor seems to be enjoying it so much. He can't even bring himself to say anything and disturb him.

But Sahu's never been good at standing still and doing nothing for very long. So after tapping his foot a few seconds he swings his guitar off his back, strums it a couple times to get a feel for the tune, and then starts playing along with the record. ]

[avoracious]

. . . You don't sound like you mean it.

[He's so disappointed in you . . . why ............. THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS BRO]

never apologize ur perfect

[thesamurai]

Michonne.

[ She shakes Diana's hand, giving a thin smile; the smile of someone who has more than one burden on their mind. ]

There are things you get used to here, and things you never quite want to get used to.

[ Her hand goes to the katana on her back. ]

That's why I keep this close. Wonderland likes to lull people into a false sense of peace and quiet before doing something that has the potential to seriously hurt or kill the residents.

[endingpoint]

[ He doesn't look fine, but maybe in his world, where he comes from, this is normal. Which is relative. There are at least two talking animals here and so if this is what it's like where R is from, who is she to judge?

'Zombie' and 'dead' never even cross her mind because she really has no context or memory for it. ]

You're welcome. We should all kind of...look out for each other here. We're all we've got when the mansion goes crazy.

[dramatic]

( mj officially hates wonderland for erasing her completely from both of the men in her life.

peter doesn't know her. harry doesn't know her. in some ways it might be a blessing in disguise. it's not like she's ever going to go up to harry and tell him that in her world they were a trainwreck item, but currently on a break, because harry was a dick and spiraling into a deep drug addiction. she feels for the guy, she does. norman osborn can be monstrous in more ways than one, and he's never given harry the validation and acceptance he so desperately needed.

but these aren't things she's supposed to know. no, what she does know is that this harry battles similar, but also different, demons. the loss of time, the slip of madness. it's an intensity that's almost frightening. like she can almost see that thread unraveling. )

Never been better, handsome. ( she always gives a similar answer, because mj's image is that of a party girl, and as sia expertly sang, party girls don't get hurt. ) Did you come here to check up on your favorite bar owner, or is there something I can bring you besides the usual?

[elevating]

[ The thing about MJ is that he feels surprisingly comfortable being around her. He thinks it's because she has no idea who he is. She doesn't know him. Doesn't expect anything from him. They're strangers. But he's worried now that he might have burst that little bubble with all the things he'd mentioned to her about the problematic issues he's been facing. He's hoping she has the memory of a fish called Dory :#.

Tonight is a brand new night, and although tomorrow is very much uncertain, he's hoping he'll have a better grip on himself. An Osborn is never weak and he'd hate to be pitied most of all. ]

Well, I'm thinking I'd like some company. [ He smiles easily this time, having perfected the art of masking pain and anger when he needs to. Practice makes perfect. ] But if I can't have that, I'll settle for some popcorn with sesame glazed pistachios in a neat little bowl if you have it. Or maybe some warm pretzels with gouda, pancetta and onion fondue. [ If MJ has a habit of giving that similar 'never been better' reply, Harry makes a joke of ordering at the bar -- always requesting for things he knows is a little over the top fancy. ]

[dramatic]

( mj props her elbows on the counter and leans forward in a conversational manner, green eyes glinting with amusement. )

That's oddly specific, preppy. Would you like some edible gold to go along with that?

( she's getting him a burger with fries, ftr.

but it's nice to get him to smile, considering the last time she was tending the bar. he was a wreck and looked it. mj's not in the habit of forcing people to confront their shit -- spiders know that she's been running from her own for a very long time. she's no good at that. she's not gwen. but making someone smile and showing them a grand ol' time so they forget their sadness? well, that's something mary jane watson can do. )

doc holliday, wynonna earp | ota.

[wildwest]

i. network post (video)

This device of yours is not nearly as fancy as an iPhone 6, [ why yes, that accent is as thick and smooth as butter, having been churned in the heart of georgia ] but I'll take it.

[ ...nevermind that he's very recently acquainted with the uncharged iphone in his pocket, let alone apple products and cell phones in general. it's not his fault nobody told him he needs to charge it or taught him how to check his voicemail. answering calls and doing this here facetime-esque thing is about the extent of his tech savvy abilities.

thankfully, he bullshits well. (a little too well, in some cases.) ]

Now, tell me. How do you keep yourselves entertained in a vast, luxurious residence such as this?

ii. action (damon's bar) → brackets or prose!

Give me your finest. Preferably your hardest finest. [ though he's not completely opposed to downing a few glasses of rotgut if that's all they've got on tap. lord knows it probably won't kill him, given the nature of his ageless existence. if a century plus at the bottom of a well didn't kill him, then watered down, rough cut whiskey sure as hell ain't gonna do him in.

alcoholic necessity acquired (whatever it may be), doc selects a spot at the back of the bar. a spot where he can kick back with his boots up on the table, hat pulled down over his eyes just enough to give the illusion of sleep without obstructing his own view, allowing his eyes to keep a constant watch on the comings and goings from this establishment.

once he grows bored with the faux napping routine, he'll pull the afore mentioned iphone from his pocket and feign... doing something on it. he hasn't quite figured out just what it is people do — beyond checking/sending text messages, of course — when they stare at these screens, but he does a damn good job of mimicking it. a decent rouse, except the phone is dead and lost its charge long before he found himself in wonderland. that, and his clothes and the twin pistols holstered to either side of his hip make him look like the last person to be handling a piece of 21st century technology. ]

action!!

[middlefinger]

[Wynonna doesn't see his post on the network. Mostly because she hasn't checked the network much. Research and network posting, that's Waverly thing. Wynonna? She's not so much a researcher, she's a doer. A go-getter. And above all, a drinker, so when she's making her way through the castle looking for answers it isn't surprising that she finds herself in the bar. She orders herself a couple of shots of whatever the bartender would recommend and looks around for a table when she spots a hat she would know anywhere.

Oh thank god.

She sits down next to him, grabbing his phone from his hands without question.]

You know, I'd lecture you on keeping this charged but somehow I don't think it makes much difference here.

[hi doc.]

[elevating]

What can I say? [ He lets out a slight shrug, looking well amused. MJ's capable of making him laugh effortlessly and it's appreciated. ] I have oddly specific tastes. [ He's looking directly at her. Of all the bars to frequent in Wonderland, after all. Harry figures a little light flirtation can't possibly hurt anyone. ]

So, MJ. Do you ever give yourself a night off from work? You seem to be here a lot. [ Not that there's much else to do in this tiny world they're stuck in, but he might be curious about what else she gets up to when she's not behind the bar.

It's rare for him to care about someone beyond their good looks. Mostly because he likes to keep people at a distance. That way, they won't end up disappointing him. Or abandoning him. It's been a few weeks now since their first interaction, and he's never shown any real interest in her before. He's thinking he might like to get to know her a little more now. Find out what the MJ stands for. ]

[wildwest]

[ in all likelihood, anyone else who tried that would've found themselves making friends with the business end of a gun. but this is wynonna, and he quite frankly would've allowed her to pluck one of his pistols right out of its holster without so much as making a move to seize her wrist. (he's been watching her since she walked in, waiting to see if she'd notice or if he'd have to take it upon himself to make his presence known.) ]

Oh, probably not. [ what he means by that is left deliberately vague. he could be referring to unwanted affiliations, but there's also the pesky matter of him having ignored her (multiple) summons.

there's good reason for it, but it's not something he's at liberty to share with her at this time. even if keeping certain plans that are/were in motion to himself likely won't make a lick of difference in the end, as long as they're stuck in this godforsaken place. ]

But it's still mine to do with as I please. [ doc takes his phone back and resumes doing his best impression of someone responding to a text message, as if he can't afford to lose the illusion that this useless slab of glass and metal still works. ]

[middlefinger]

[yeah she hasn't forgotten all those ignored voicemails, doc. it bothers her that he does this, he pulls away and doesn't talk to her and maybe he has his reasons but it still sucks.

dolls is gone, doc is busy, waverly has nicole, who does she have?

anyway.

ignoring the large metaphorical hole in her chest for the time being. she knocks back the first of those shots of hers.]

You're not fooling anyone.

[or maybe he is. maybe she just wants to needle him. it's familiar and even without the strange circumstances she's craving something familiar.]

[wildwest]

Looks to me like I am. You, however, most certainly are not.

[ it's still eating her up inside, gnawing away at her innards. she might be able to hide it from the bar's patrons and the other unassuming residents of this mansion, but she can't hide it from him. ]

Harry Osborn | The Amazing Spider-Man 2

[elevating]

R O O F T O P

[ Back home in New York, he's a familiar face. Almost a regular in the tabloid pages, and lately, after the death of his father, he's been making headlines. After all, how many 20 year olds have been put in charge of multibillion dollar corporations with little to no experience? Harry's the only son of the legendary Norman Osborn and heir to Oscorp Industries. Here in Wonderland however, Harry's a nobody. Just some guy stuck in a strange little world. It should make him feel relieved to not have to be in the spotlight, to not have to live up to anyone's expectations anymore -- to finally be able to crawl out of his father's shadow. Except being here hasn't changed anything for him.

There's that feeling of dread weighing down on him as each day passes. There's still that heaviness in his chest. The pain, the anger, the sadness, that loneliness -- none of it ever goes away. Worst of all: he's still dying. Slowly, but surely the disease is eating away at him. He's reminded every day that there's no running away from it. He is his father's son. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Harry's standing at the very edge of the roof, staring at the sunset, feeling the cool wind on his face. He closes his eyes and thinks back to a time when things had been carefree and easy. He's about eight and he's running around in Peter's backyard, playing catch. It's been hours, but he's still full of boundless energy, laughing, screaming. He lets out a bit of a chuckle at the memory. Of course the best memories he has are from over a decade before, back when he was still an innocent kid.

The years after that sucked. It changed him. It changed everything.

Uncapping a bottle of scotch, he takes another swig of the liquor, feeling the burn. He should do the responsible thing and step away from the edge if he's going to get himself drunk again, but what's the worst that can happen? ]


N E T W O R K - A

Tell me something good. [ It's about time Harry focused on something other than his own misery. Maybe he'll even make a friend or two. ]


N E T W O R K - B

If you had just one day left to live, what would you do? Who would you spend it with?


N E T W O R K - C

What do you hate most about Wonderland?


W I L D C A R D

((random scenarios are a win. go for it.))

rooftop - *sobs*

[saved]

( peter gets the sense there's a lot he's missing from a future he hasn't lived yet. he has been in wonderland for a year. somehow in his own world, there's another version of him who finds harry coming back into his life after the years they've been apart. harry was his friend a very long time ago when they were both still kids, back when they were both each other's only friend for different reasons (peter's loner-ness even as a child, harry being as rich as he was. it made them both outliers), and something's very wrong, which is why peter's hovering.

kinda. a lot.

it's why his heart jumps up in his throat at harry standing at the very edge of the roof like that. he's trying to think of how to even speak out loud without startling his friend. he waits until he gets close enough to catch him if he falls. )

...Hey, Harry.