[ after a few weeks of the seven stages of terror: denial, anger, questioning of sanity (why aren't more people here doing that?), denial, anger, and sanity-questioning again, followed by utter sadness, noora finally arrives at acceptance.

when she does, she makes a decision. if she's going to be here, she's going to know where she is and who she's here with, checking out the network silently these past weeks notwithstanding. ]

Since we're all insanely stuck here in my least favorite children's book, I suggest we get along and learn something about each other. New somethings also, for those who've been here.

I'll start. My name is Noora, I'm eighteen and from Norway. I like chocolate milk and writing, though not American teen dramas about gossip, for the record. I'm just a normal girl compared to a lot of you here, though I don't think that's a bad thing either way.

Okay. Your turn. :)

[ mostly, noora is looking for something to do. something to occupy her mind. her racing mind, in point of fact. she's visited the kitchen for a light snack in pursuit of trying to distract herself from well, everything to do with here, and well...

she's ended up with a scrub brush in her hand, a bucket full of water and vinegar from one of the closets, and an incredible and inescapable need to put something in order. right now, that something is cleaning the walls. yes, the walls. when was the last time they were cleaned? never? in the entire history of wonderland? she thinks so.

please help this poor girl find peace. ]