+ ENTRANCEWAY TEST DRIVE MEME +

[vitaelamorte]

Has this ever happened to you?!

The theory is beautiful but the practice is ehhhh, the spirit is willing but the flesh needs canon revision, the muse is new and the task is daunting, and people on plurk were like OMG GO APPLY but you were like eehhhhhhhhhhh again and entranceway, what is it with this weird game and questionable run-on sentences in its memes is there no law is there no order is there no country for old men or young men or a bigger animanga cast WILL I LIVE UP TO MY EXPECTATIONS AND THE EXPECTATIONS SOCIETY PLACES UPON ME WHY ARE YOU STILL TYPING LOOK I JUST WANT TO PLAY A FEW THREADS AND SEE HOW THAT CHARACTER WORKS OUT IN THIS GAME oh wait you just want to play a few threads and see how that character works out in this game this game of wonderful Wonderlands well then

THEN STEP RIGHT UP AND SEIZE OPPORTUNITY BY THE--



--uhhhh, beard. Beard! I meant beard. Seize... seize it by the... beard and come meet your fellow cast and players at the... family-friendly, wholesome and healthy, entirely safe for work

♥ ENTRANCEWAY
TEST DRIVE MEME ♥

►► Test your shiniest and brand newest muses! Bring an old voice and try Wonderland's setting and population on for size! See how that Mirror personality fits your character! Post a top level comment, tag into other people's starters, enjoy yourself!

►► Thread out your character's arrival, have them act the long-established resident, let our past events inspire your scene, or write up literally any Wonderland-based scenario you feel like threading out!

►► If you want to take it a step further, check out our NAVIGATION for all the game info you'll need, and our INPUT & INQUIRIES page for any missing pieces. If that's got you convinced, the pages for RESERVES and APPLICATIONS are right there for you!

►► Please only note that any threads made as part of the test drive meme are not game canon, and cannot be used for the activity check OR as samples for any future applications. Thank you for understanding!

AND THAT IS ALL, NOW GO GRAB 'EM AND HAVE FUN!

Comments

[thevulnerability]

"I think most people try to be. My version of prepared mostly involves a gun."

Well that, and vervain, and a few other tips and tricks she's learning along the way. Everyone just has to squeak by on whatever they can make sense of, and most of the time it doesn't even help. Chloe isn't sure how most of the people have stayed alive as long as they have in this place. It was only a matter of time for everyone.

Chloe rolls her eyes in response to her question, although it's not exactly an unfair one. "Uh, something in between, I guess. Maybe $70 a night on special." It might not be this kind of shithole, but it's cold and plain and the mattress isn't particularly comfortable. It's just what Chloe thinks she deserves.

[classicmode]

[ Games are a lot easier to talk about than the more complicated things in life, that's for sure. She smiles and nods, looking rather pleased. ]

Yeah. I wonder if they'll remake it again... I'd definitely like to play it again, if I could.

[moraloutrage]

Ah! I see... Then- then this is quite awkward! I must apologize for confusing you in such a manner!

[Or maybe she was hit by a stray Forget Beam?!]

[wildkingdom]

[She squints a bit at that, and she'll come back to Kira's question eventually because she has no idea a the moment, but this is the more important thing.]

But you came back and then you left again.

[realitybytes]

I don't know about remakes, but . . . mm. That's the nice thing about Wonderland.

[ At that, she gestures at their surroundings with one hand. ]

The closets here can give you anything you want. Um, within reason, anyway. So you could get a Famicom and play the original version if you'd like. Or you could get a DS and play the most recent remake. [ a beat. ] Or both, I guess.

[testcase]

I don't know. I've never had to call one before.

[At least she doesn't think so. She doesn't remember needing medical treatment in Wonderland, so things like rapid response times have nothing to do with her. And maybe she should've said something more reassuring, but nothing came to mind.]

Um, I mean...maybe? I'll call right now!

[She doesn't like the sounds of that on time thing. So she'll pull out her device and ask the network for help, so pretend there's another network post here or something.]

[evasives]

How could someone lose track of how long they have been somewhere?

[deathlessness]

Wonderland feeds on our memories. It's mostly done in small slivers, but eventually, once all your memories are taken, all that is left is Wonderland.

[Comforting thought, right?]

brian t. | marble hornets | ota

[pillfering]

(1) the dining room

( this building is, at least, a few steps above the last one he was in

there's an ache in the back of Brian's neck, the sign of a bruise only barely concealed by the dirty yellow hoodie he awoke in. the scratches on his hands tell stories unimaginable. the rattling of one last pill against the bottle in his pocket rings in his ears like loud bells. )

( going up )

... Well.

( it's... Something. the second floor stretches on farther than he imagined, doors lining the walls and is that the smell of food? Brian can't remember the last time he had a full meal and, for once, he can recognize the growing pain in his stomach as hunger, not anxiousness.

his feet lead him towards the source almost automatically; he's impressed with the grandeur of the room, almost too much to be real, however his aesthetic commentary is cut short the moment he sits, a large jug of milk and china container manifesting before him and his silverware, prompting him to jump.

he's suspicious - but the smell of food, of real, warm, breakfast after literal years drowns out his concerns. and though his choice is that of a plain bowl of cereal, it's more than enough for the boy in the yellow hood. )


(2) the roof

( they call it l’appel du vide. the call of the void.

the urge to jump.

his eyes stopped scanning the surroundings and the people below long before he felt the unconscious pull to stand closer to the edge. tentative steps took him towards it before that thing's very willpower brought him one step back and, with a gulp, brian was reminded of his last fall.

we deserved it, you know )

Yeah,

( his voice is low, affected by something akin to guilt and though he's aware there is no one else around, the admission matters.

his eyes dart down at the grass below and he feels the knot in his gut again. he sits, watching again from what feels like a safe(r) position.

the void can wait another while. )


(3) the (edge of) forest

( he's here. who is to say Alex isn't as well?

that thing lingered in the woods and part of Brian is genuinely too scared to just march in there and see how long it takes for either of them to show up. but another part of him - the part that urges him to pull up his black ski mask and head up to the forest trail unprepared - speaks louder. he's not done yet. they're not done yet.

bad choices: 10. brian: 0 )


(4) wild card

( fite him (ง •̀_•́)ง )

pterodactyl shree LET'S RAISE THE ROOF

[postictal]

[He goes up on the roof a lot, it turns out. It's one of the first things he did on his arrival here, and he just sort of fell into that habit ever since. He'd passed the time blowing out plumes of smoke between his teeth with Max as she mourned Chloe, and a thousand other instances besides.]

[The last thing he expects is to find someone else there, waiting for him.]

[Even less does he expect it to be someone he knows. But there's no mistaking that hooded jacket, that silhouette.]

[Tim stops dead. Screws his eyes shut, blinking hard several times, just to clear his head. It can't be him - it can't - really be him.]

...you're not real.

(´；д；`) S-SURPRISE FRIENDO

[pillfering]

( even in this, their simlarities are uncanny.

even with different demeanours setting them apart, there are traces so similar between the two that Brian can't help but notice. couldn't help but notice.

one day he might have rejoiced, but things changed as did the way he regards Tim the moment his voice draws him back to (whatever form of) reality (this is).

your eyes betray you again)

I wish I wasn't, ( his voice is a little breathless, his face scrunched into a cautious look - yet his gaze is clearly unchanged, the same gleam he's always regarded Tim with ever present in Brian's eyes, the littlest bit of hope still hanging in there despite the fists pounding inside the back of his head for him to run. )

I- shouldn't be, at any rate.

SURPRISE I'M DEAD

[postictal]

[No. Fuck. No, it's him. He hasn't heard his voice, hasn't actually heard him speak in years, in goddamn years. Just empty voices on a tape. An audition that never should've fucking happened.]

You...what do you remember?

[There's a pleading note above all else.]

[A pleading note, begging for him not to remember everything Tim can.]

[And he died here slowly because of you.]

[akajj]

"Well well well, look at that. We share something in common, Five-Oh. In the being prepared part. And before you ask," she teased. "I don't need a permit for it."

Not that she suspected they needed permits when the closet just gave a person what ever weapon they asked for. Not the best method of tracking things done if something went bad, but then bad tended to be greater than a shooter without a suspect.

"Fair enough. Least you're not buying into the everything's free lap of luxury game most seem to accept. Only a matter of time before the tables turn, right? Also, you got a name?" Not offering hers, but asking.

it's ok you know who else is dead i M E AN

[pillfering]

( there's no "hello" and no awkward introductions, something that strikes Brian as the tiniest form of relief even when he pulls one of his knees up to his chest almost defensively.

(it hurts; he winces)

Tim's tone absolutely shatters him; he was the last person who deserved any of this - the cards haven't ever been in his favor, Brian knows that and it doesn't make him regret ever becoming friends with him. he just wished things could have been different. )

I... ( despite the dull ache in his bones, he pulls his knee closer. he's not scared of Time; he's scared for him. ) I- More than I would have liked to.

WOW

[postictal]

[That's - ]

[Not the kind of answer he wanted to hear. That's not the kind answer anyone ever, ever wants to hear. He remembers, in all likelihood - dangling, suspended, off a window sill, and Tim charging him with a chunk of piping, and then there'd been that awful sound of a body impacting the floor.]


You're dead.



[He killed you.]

[evasives]

And there is no way to stop this?

<3 ily

[pillfering]

( you're dead

he should be. the dull ache in his bones (the bruise in the back of his neck, the cramping feeling in the joints of his fingers? the hands pounding against the inside of his head to getoutofhere--) is enough of a reminder that Brian doesn't doubt it. and yet, his current predicament dictates something else entirely.

this makes no sense )

I've been dead for a long time, ( he breathes, hoping for the life of him that Tim does not take that as a jab - be it out of anger or just genuine shock - instead for what it is; a tired confession from someone who no longer wants to run from his fears for his mistake. and Brian knows, oh he knows, that he has plenty of both. )

I'm... Look- please, come over here. Please, Tim. I don't know what's happening right now, but please let me take a good look at you. Just for now.

[idolings]

[That had to be the only explanation as to why there were two Nanamais. Sayaka just spoke to the other Nanami yesterday and there wasn't an event going on or anything.

She couldn't imagine what this Nanami must be thinking, learning that there is another version of yourself would confuse anyone.]

A-Ah, yeah that makese sense! Come to think of it, your outfits look different too. That happens in games too, right?

[postictal]

[Of all the possible things he could have said - I've been dead for a long time shrills at the back of his head, confirmation of what he never wanted to know. Of what he shouldn't have ever had to know. The uncertainty wasn't the problem - he's well-used to that, uncertainty. He can take uncertainty.]

[He can't take the agony of knowing.]

[Contrary to the plea, Tim steps back, shifting his weight away, his shoulders hitching up as he regards Brian warily.]

How'm I supposed to trust something like that? After everything you -

[He didn't help. He knows that. It's his fault, it's his fault, he is - I am a liar.]

[pillfering]

Tim, please, don't do this. Don't do this now. ( the pleading tone takes on a little more urgency and Brian almost wants to stand up and reach out to him. he doesn't, however, knowing full well how that might just make things worse.

( Brian does not deserve the very mercy he pleads for; he is a monster. manipulative. an ugly, ugly man. ) )

I'm- ( oh god oh mygodpleaseitwants—

It lingers. Brian winces visibly. ) It's me, not. Not that thing.


... Tim. I feel so lost.

[postictal]

Don't do what now?

[Don't do this now? Did Brian ever stop, for one second, to not do things because it would have been a little too much for Tim to register? Did he ever stop and let him take a goddamn break? Did he ever allow that same courtesy for the men he was, apparently, meant to be helping?]

What thing? It's not here, I haven't seen It, not since -

[He stops dead, his expression contorting.]

What happened to you?

[pillfering]

( Tim is right on all accounts and although Brian may be loathe to admit it, he has every right to be upset. he has every right to leave him up here on his own if he so wishes.

he breathes deeply, doing his best to look a little less pathetic, however it is really difficult now that everything is pretty much over. )

I meant me- not me, Brian, the one that... The one that It brought out..

( his neck hurts. his hands hurt. but in his head there is only white noise. )

I'm different, Tim. I don't remember when it started but I... I remember it happening. I just wanted to be by your side but-

( i hurt you for my own gain. betrayed you for pills and that masked fucker like thirty pieces of silver. )

I... I. God I've failed everyone, haven't I?

[postictal]

[Is he lying?]

[Is he a liar?]

[He can't know, can he? This was - this was what Jay must have endured. The thought is blinding, like a lightning strike to his spine, and now he can't fucking shake it. Jay, confused and frustrated by the divide, unable or maybe simply unwilling to understand how it worked, finally coming up against someone who could offer him some answers and given nothing, nothing, nothing in turn.]

[He's different. He just wanted to help.]

[How's he supposed to trust that?]

Don't give yourself so much credit. [The words are cold and heavy as cut marble.] We all did.

Video

[literalidiotball]

Pillars and candles? Are you in a ritual room?

Wait a minute we don't even have a ritual room-

Oh! Oh you're in the entrance hall, aren't you? The nurse's room is on the same floor! Hang in there! I'm calling someone to come get you!

[A few minutes of rushing through the stairwell later, and you see the door to the nurse's room burst open, and the shocked faces of whoever happens to be there at the moment when the person recording screams:]

HELP! THERE'S A GIRL BLEEDING TO DEATH IN THE ENTRANCE HALL!

[Looks like someone forgot to end the call before he started yelling at the nurses.]

[pillfering]

( his response cuts through Brian like a hot knife; he deserves it, he knows but it doesn't keep from hurting. contrariwise, it hurts more knowing how rightful his anger is. how there's nothing he can do to make up for it. for the petty thieving. for Jessica. for Jay - most important of all, Jay and how warped he was to let the man get caught in his web of deceit.

the ark. the ark, all of this for the ark. all of this for what feels like a delusion

the ache in his chest is different from the rest; it's not physical, not exactly, lathered with a mix of guilt and confusion and misplaced anger. )

I'm sorry, ( his hands - uncovered, marred in bruises and cuts - go up to his face, rubbing at the bridge of his nose in an attempt to keep calm. ) So much happened, so much that- nothing in my head makes sense. The- It and Alex, and I just.

( He's mumbling, all but trying to make sense of all the dozens of things he wants to say at once. )

... None of this should have happened.