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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--

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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!

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( not his. not his, not Tim's, don't let Brian ever hear it or— )

( his heart sinks a little further; of course he would ask. if placed in the same situation, wouldn't he want to know too? when finally understanding his own condition, didn't he seek answers as well? he got more than he bargained for, true, but it was a risk Brian had to take. )

I was hardly myself for... A long while.

( the nightmares. the glimpses from the corner of his eyes. his phone ringing but ending in static, his vision blurred in broad daylight. the persistent looming clicking like a low growl that just wouldn't end for hours and hours, days, nights, unti Brian was sinking into a hospital bed. )

( and then the blank spots were more than the times he did remember. )

( ... he can't recall the exact time he began to recognize himself as that hooded figure. when it became clear to him that It was a part of him. much less when did memories start blending together? )

After all I did? I figured you'd better think I was. ( because he hurt Tim. ) You wouldn't... Wouldn't thinK I betrayed you. Or that I'd ever lied to you about who I am. Or was.

( who he is now is different. he's not just Brian. he can feel it in his bones. )

I was so worried about keeping you safe that I... It didn't care and I ended up doing the opposite.

( and he is so sorry for it. )

[His head's still spinning, the breath hard and coppery in his lungs. Any second now he's waiting for the tall, spidery loom of another silhouette to tear across his vision, for the static to boil off and leave him grasping at empty threads. Just losing it again. Just seeing things that aren't there.]

[Delusions. Violent episodes.]

[Wouldn't be the first time.]

[He's trying not to crack, and he's failing. God, but he's failing in every way it's possible to fail.]

I hated you.

[Hated. Past tense. Because Tim can't scratch the surface beyond that dulled pronouncement - because the depths of his disgust will always be reserved for the man whose shell he occupies.]

Not for what you...not for whatever you did to me.

[...]

For Jay.

( it's frightening to think that Tim is at the epicenter of this whole mess&nash; not because of blame or pointing fingers, nothing of the sort but rather for how infinitely harsher it must be to feel all of this in his skin )

( his affirmation is met with silence. the lump in Brian's throat is getting harder to swallow but he can't find it in himself to let go of him or respond defensively. in his defense, there is no defense.

whatever happened, he often wondered, might have just brought out the bad in him. in trying to do good, he showed his worst, did his worst. )

... I should have never done that to him.

( because maybe he was only half-there, but that's enough to make him complicit in the hooded man's actions. he was half-there but not fighting half as hard as he should have to stop Jay, to stop Alex, to stop- to stop anything that unfolded. )

( you did right in pushing us off. )

It's all so... ( complicated? that's hardly the word - it's a gross understatement. ) We were so desperate and not... Thinking right. But I- I should have done something to avoid it.

( his lungs feel like they're made of stone and breathing gradually becomes a herculean task; he's so tired but so... ashamed? that might be the word. or, half-ashamed. in his mind there's a faint clicking, the bony sound of an impatient jaw. a low hum. the knot in his stomach feels tighter. )

I'm... You have no idea how sorry I am.

( but how sorry are you? )

It's the worst idea he's had in a while, Brian realises, when it crashes down in him that this is unfamiliar territory. These aren't the woods he explored or lived in for months in a row, not even a trail he's vaguely familiar with.

He feels exposed, dazed when the noise in his brain is just so much that it clouds his senses, makes it hard for him to pinpoint where the sound is coming from right away.

( turn back, turn back, turn backturnbackyou—— )

His hands push a large growth of leaves and branches aside almost a little too hurriedly, but his head turns and in the adrenaline rush he almost - almost - misses it-- a figure. A human figure, one with a face and ohgodoh god not you it's- it can't be--

"Hrmph--" An attempt at words is replaced with a muffled grunt, every one of Brian's instincts telling him to run while at the same time keeping him in place like an invisible force. It's that Thing again, trying to be the one in charge in some way. Teasing him for trying to run.

( if that's really him, he'll find you sooner or later-- )

... And he would. Because that's Jay, too good at looking for answers to just stop, isn't he?

Brian takes a step back. Then another. Cautious, slow, but at the third he gets down on one knee, hands raised beside his forehead. Fine. He'll- stop. As much as he'd rather run away from his problems (from the crushing guilt of leading him along, of leading him to his death) maybe he owes him this. No- he definitely does.

He just- won't take it off yet. The hood, or the mask. It's too soon.

[Sorry doesn't bring anyone back. Doesn't make it ache any less. Doesn't claw Jay back from the brink that Brian tipped him over. Doesn't make every insult, every spat curse of liar, liar, liar any less painful. He almost can't bear to look at him - can't bear to look at his face and see that overwhelming sincerity he knows must be there.]

[He can only wipe at his nose like the disgusting creature he is, trying to breathe past the block in his throat.]

So what now?

[It's harder when he can't call the shots - when he can't simply tear away after spitting out his thrown gauntlet, flinging up barriers in the form of slammed car doors and distance and outrage. Now he has no choice but to calm down (be rational, Timothy) and act like a normal person (you're finally stabilizing, Timothy) and start looking at him.]

We just...act like you weren't there? Like you had nothing to do with it?

The figure turns around, and dammit he's been spotted and now he'll have to chase--

Wait.

The hooded man's...stopped. He's kneeling down, hands raised, like he's asking for mercy. Like he thinks Jay's dangerous.

Jay zooms in, peering into the viewfinder. The man's hands are free. No sign that he's carrying anything else (like a pistol tucked into his pocket). He's just waiting.

This is the man who threw him in front of Alex's bullet. This is the man who led him down into the maintenance tunnels, down into the clutches of that thing. This is the man (one of the men? one of the people?) who teased him and mocked him and dangled information in front of his nose before yanking it away.

This is the man who kidnapped Jessica.

ANOTHER FAILURE

He's shaking.

It's ruining the picture.

"What are you doing here?" The words catch in his throat, quieter than he intended.

None that we've found so far. Wonderland is ... incredibly powerful.

The closets can generate anything you may wish for, provided it isn't too specific. No personal items or family heirlooms, but a lovely bottle of booze isn't too far out of it's reach.

Mice that use comms, [ jyn repeats slowly, looking at the dormouse in her hands and then looking at the woman again. okay, sure. ]

He doesn't look large enough to press the buttons.

Even from a different place?

Neither do I.

[she gives a small shrug.]

Maybe we should come back when there's a different one?

I. LIBRARY

[ Bonnie sees floors and floors, a finite amount but they might as well be endless in the way they tower over her. She wonders about this kind of magic, wonders if she almost understands its enormity, because she's heard the voices of a hundred witches and held that power within her.

Maybe no one can understand it quite like she can.

Although the how seems to be of less interest to her, the why is what brings her back. She's already basically taken over Elena's secret nook, piling books and empty coffee cups every which ways, pieces of paper scrawled with her own thoughts and the makings of her own spellbook that she hopes might be of use at some point. Her brow is furrowed in a mix of frustration and boredom as her palm hovers over a book, flicking the pages by one by one with a wave of her hand. She's barely even paying any attention to the words on them now. ]

II. THE POOL

[ Just because she's spent the last few weeks of her life trying to figure out how to single-handedly kill an Original and just had to fake her own death doesn't mean Bonnie isn't just a typical teenager with typical teenage needs. And sometimes those needs involve a hot tub.

At the moment she is sinking into the water, letting out a long sigh as she leans her head back against the lip of the hot tub. ]

Yes. This is like summer vacation forever.

Yep, right until they fill the water with piranha, or maybe skin eating bacteria. Water monster, maybe?

[The voice is accented, lilting in it's rhythm as combat booted feet clomp to a stop at the edge of the tub. Settling onto the end of a lounge chair, close enough to the tub edge though his boots tilted down but not touching the water with the leather surface.

The rest of him is clad much the same way in a pair of leather hot pants and a sheer mesh tee shirt, all in black. Not invited but taking a seat anyway.]

[ Bonnie opens her eyes, her brow furrowing in annoyance at her alone time being disturbed by... whatever this guy's deal is. ]

I think I'll be fine, but thanks for the heads up.

[ A nice way of saying "go away," maybe? But he's already settling into a lounge chair, nearly poking his shoes into her nice warm water. She pushes herself up, crossing her arms over her bikini top, even though she's still submerged in the water. ]

Do I know you...?

[Who else did you expect to go with her to soak in the hot tub? I mean, obviously.]

Summer vacation with very rude event interruptions, maybe. Trust me, if it was always like this, there would be a lot less people complaining.

[She tosses her towel nearby, sinking down to sit on the edge of the tub, slipping her legs into the water to get used to the heat.]

[ What Bonnie doesn't want to admit is that... She isn't particularly worried at the moment. After what they just went through at home, this is a break. What else could possibly be worse than an Original vampire trying to sacrifice one of her best friends?

A lot, probably. But for now, she just wants to enjoy not dealing with that. ]

Come on, Caroline. Can we just enjoy not dealing with all the stuff we have to deal with for a few minutes? [ With a smile, Bonnie pushes herself off the side of the hot tub and proceeds to splash water at Caroline. ]

( if there is anyone in the world elena will limitlessly share her library nook with, it's bonnie bennett.

her joy at having her best friend back overrides the uncertainty that comes with the loss of bonnie's memories. she doesn't remember being here, and she doesn't remember much of what happens back home, but elena doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth: it's bonnie, and things feel complete again.

her head pokes out from one of the stacks, peering down at the fierce witch in question. )

Your eyes are going to cross.

[ Bonnie sighs, dropping her head back against the chair, although she does have enough in her to muster a smile at Elena.

After all, from the point she left, she was ready to sacrifice her own life to save her. Bonnie is nowhere near the point of taking Elena's presence for granted. ]

I'm pretty sure I don't have eyes anymore. [ She lifts her head up, sliding out of the chair so she can stretch. She's definitely been there for hours. ] I keep going through this stuff but I can't find anything that explains the magic in this place. I'd just like to get an idea, you know? But there's nothing in any of these books.

Oh. What if they just filled it with Jell-O? Conscious, living, cannibalistic jelly. Jell-O. What they call it in America, right?

[He's lived there long enough to know but he's amusing himself.]

Nope, not yet. It's a public pool though and just thought I'd come by and say hi. Isn't that how you meet people?

[Smiling, amused with himself as he leans back on one elbow, lounging like a cat and watching her with sharp eyes.]

I'm Vex. You?

Yeah, it's Jell-O. Pretty sure I can still handle it.

[ She sounds a little cocky, a little too sure of herself for a teenager. It's 90% fronting but you'd never be able to tell. ]

I guess. [ Her eyes narrow. ] Bonnie.

Neither does the Doormouse we see over the screens, and yet...

[ And yet, Wonderland is mad like that. ]

My name is Robyn, by the way. [ She offers. ]

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Pleasure then, Bonnie.

[Giving her a sly smile, lounging there all sensual and amused at the same time.

Though his eyes narrow slightly, challenging at the same time.]

So, just how are you going to handle human eating jelly?

[ A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, and Bonnie pushes herself off the side of the tub, moving her arms a few strokes until she is in the middle of the hot tub.

The nice thing about this place is she doesn't have to hide anymore. The Originals are all non-threatening, for the time being anyway. More importantly, she's not the only witch.

Bonnie stares down at the water, her hands raising up and after a moment, a wave of warm jacuzzi water shoots forward, over the lip of the tub and soaking Vex completely.

She smiles sweetly. ]

Like I said? I'll be fine.

( the dining room is nice enough.

it's better than a hotel room at least, going to a shop to buy food she doesn't want to eat or just not eating at all. wonderland isn't exactly a step up from the insanity that slowly - or quickly, she supposes - descended upon her while she was staying in the hotel, but it's something different. at least she remembers her time here. at least everyone is going through the same thing, and she knows that for sure rather than creeping on a guy next door who carries around a camera all the time.

there are usually other people here when jessica comes in, already eating or talking with their friends or people they knew. sometimes it would be full of drama, which she couldn't quite appreciate considering how dramatic everything had been from amy's disappearance to finding out jay had been going through the same thing as her and then - well, whatever came after that.

she isn't sure.

but this time there's someone sitting alone, which isn't unusual, but there's something familiar about him. it makes her sit down across from him, having her own drink of comforting hot chocolate, and stare only for a second. but she smiles soon after. or tries to, anyway. )

You look hungry. ( though she isn't one to comment. ) Lucky this place is so accommodating, huh?

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[Vex bolts upright, spluttering and cursing, the words not even entirely in English. Or a human language, really.]

These shorts are leather! Playing games is never safe, Elemental.

[Making that assumption as he brings up his hand, holding it out to her. The mesmer strength he pushes towards her is meant to make her turn and twist, a bit of the Hokey Pokey.]

Be careful who you play with and whose shorts you ruin. Even if I can get more from the closet easily.

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