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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

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►► 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!

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Fire Escape

It wasn't long after her arrival that Jessica learned that mind bend reality that changed the room to whatever you wanted - including her hellhole apartment because at least it was familiar among all the weird - also kind of extended to the windows. In this case, to a fire escape outside the window.

So when Wonderland with its lack of buildings and streets and alleys to roam really started getting to Jessica, she grabbed a bottle from the closet and headed out onto the escape. Which was where she was now, door to her place cracked and her device on the floor by the mattress. Who the fuck knew what event was next, but for now she was using alcohol to ignore thinking about the past, and whatever future was coming.

Gardens, Forest edge, hallways, everywhere

When you're used to hoofing it nearly everywhere you go, Wonderland is like having your entire world turn into a project with a damn nice beach and gardens that look like someone's trying to gentrify the damn place.

The lack of asphalt and pavement though doesn't slow Jessica down. All hours of the day and night she can be found wandering the halls, creating paths along the edge of the woods with the constant gait, and avoiding the rolling surf while staying in the damp sand that held better under foot.

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Does everyone in this place come from the country or some shit? How do you handle the lack of city? I'm going fucking stir crazy. Why can't one of these damn events be something like King Kong, or Ghostbusters, or anything set in New York. Hell, I'd almost settle for alien invasion but fuck doing that again.

Seeing a door cracked open in the Mansion isn't exactly normal; while people tend to know each other and Chloe, for the most part, is pretty convinced there aren't any constant pressing dangers, an event or another Mirror invasion could ascend on them at any moment. If that did happen, the truth is locking your door wasn't really going to help you. But that doesn't mean just the habit isn't comforting, in some way.

Half curious and half concerned, Chloe pauses outside the door. She tries to eye the inside, but all she can see is a sliver of a shitty looking apartment. She pushes the door open with her fingertips.

"Hello?"

There is no response, so Chloe lets the door swing open the rest of the way and walks in, one hand hovering over her holstered gun out of habit. She can see someone outside on what looked like a fire escape - definitely not part of the original architecture.

"Hey?" Chloe glances around again, wrinkling her nose. Seth made fun of her for her stark room but this... "What a craphole," she mutters.

Jessica hears the first hello but doesn't do much to move. The voice isn't familiar and really, if someone's looking for her, they're likely to find her eventually.

Shifting when the second call out came, catching the words even as she swung her legs in and dropped down to stand just inside the window.

"Yeah, but it's home," she notes, still holding a bourbon bottle by the neck and giving Chloe a once over. "And stand down, Five Oh. I promise I'm not a threat to myself or others," she says, using a bit of deduction and sarcasm and make that assumption, holding up the other hand as if surrendering. Except she took a swig from the bottle at the same time.

Chloe jumps when the woman speaks, but gets her bearings pretty quickly and drops her hand.

"Jeeze, you scared me," she says, taking a breath. "I saw the door open and just thought... Well, just wanted to make sure anyone in here was okay."

It's second nature for her, even here, when she knows 90% of the things that happen are more likely to kill her rather than be something she can save someone else from. Chloe can't blame her for taking a drink out of the bottle she's holding; after all, Chloe has been drinking quite a bit more than usual, just the dull the pain of being stuck in Wonderland.

"You do realize you can make the rooms look however you want them to, right?" You know, just in case she thinks she has to live in this crappy apartment or something.

Not that Chloe is in any place to judge...

"You came into my apartment but I scared you?" Jessica is definitely amused by that if her tones are any indication. "See, interesting that. Everyone keeps assuring me that outside of the events, this place is laid back and casual and everyone is friendly and well behaved. You don't buy that though,' she says, nodding at the gun on Chloe's hip. "There a reason for that?"

Jessica leaned back against the windowsill, glancing around the room. "Yep, I know. I also know this is what my place back home looked like. Eventually going to be back there so why pretend like my life is anything different here?"

It was the logic she convinced herself of, though she didn't like using the powers of others she didn't know. Whoever could be behind it all, she wasn't sure she wanted to be in their debt.

Chloe cracks a smile, realizing how silly it was. She was the one trespassing and was probably lucky the woman hadn't pulled a gun on her. "I just think it's a little naive," Chloe admits. She knows some secrets that many don't know, things that could be the difference between life and death if she isn't prepared. Events weren't the only time bad things happened, here. "We don't always get warnings about events, either, so I'd rather be safe than sorry."

With a tilt of her head, Chloe follows her gaze around the room. "Yeah, well, my room looks like a freaking hotel room so I really can't say anything. I don't think there's any point in settling in when I don't plan on being here for long."

She still honestly believes there is a way home, and that she will somehow find it. She casts her gaze back to the woman and offers her hand. "I'm Chloe."

"Nope, not naive. Not even close to that. The place is run by what? Omnipotent beings that pull out or memories and use them against us. Anyone in the place can use the closet and get a police issue battering ram if they want one. What's the point of locking the door when people around here could melt the doorknob with their eyes or something?"

Herself included in the "or something".

"Everyone's prepared in one way or another. Or I hope they are."

It isn't even meant to be a warning, though it may sound like one.

"Like Ritz Carlton hotel, or like twenty bucks for the night, no last names needed?" Given hers is the latter, it's a fair question.

"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.

"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.

"Well, I'm not a cop here so you don't have anything to worry about," she teased back. If anything, she actually didn't mind people being stocked up on weapons. It made events a heck of lot easier, especially when the closets decided to deliver everything but.

"The tables turn pretty regularly around here," she conceded, finally starting to relax a little. This woman obviously knew how to take care of herself, and that was something Chloe respected. She liked surrounding herself with strong women; it made living in this hellhole a little easier. "Chloe Decker. You?"

"Yeah well, cops always come off as cops," she notes, smirking as she said it. Not insulting, and being honest. At least there was that. "Though surprised the cops around here haven't started their own precinct in Wonderland. Who's going to stop them?"

"Jessica Jones," she admitted, seeing no reason to hide it. If this woman knew the name, maybe it changed things but she wouldn't know unless she mentioned it. "Where you from? You don't strike me as a small town sheriff." Feeling out, making sure it wasn't New York.

"I didn't realize I stuck out that much," she quipped, although Chloe wasn't insulted by the insinuation. She liked being a cop, and she was proud of her service. If that meant she reeked of it, well; so be it. "I think it's less about who's stopping us and more about who would we stop? This place isn't exactly a normal environment. The biggest threats come from events or Mirrors, and neither of those are put off by being thrown in a jail cell."

It did give her something to think about, though. Would it help Wonderland to have some kind of protective force? People seemed to look out for each other, but that didn't mean everyone knew how to look out for themselves, especially when it came to events.

"Uh, yeah, the opposite actually. Los Angeles." Jessica didn't exactly reek of small town, either. "You?"

"Naw, you don't. Not like some. I just... You learn to recognize people for what they are, from the obvious traits. Yours was two things. How you came into the room... and that you came in at all. You were looking out for whoever was in here. Much as everyone around here acts like they care, not many would do that. Most I figure would just walk right by."

It was Jessica Jones logic, and maybe it wouldn't always work but it has served her well.

"I don't know, but don't you think that eventually the people will turn? Human nature and all. They'll bring through someone that killed another, someone that thought nothing of killing before this place, and when they try and do what they're used to here, what happens then?"

She shrugs, proving that she expects the worse out of people, here or back home.

"That's pretty much the opposite. Of small town and where I'm from. New York. Hell's Kitchen."

Jessica Jones | Marvel MCU

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