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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--

--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!

Threaded | Flat

KITCHEN--

[ homegirl needs her coffee.

it's morning -- not early-early, maybe, but early enough that a bleary-eyed resident shuffling around the space while still in her pajamas (black shorts; purple tank) isn't all that unexpected. her head bobs to an ear worm playing and replaying in her head, although when she's caught humming a bars it's certainly nothing top 40. mussorgsky, maybe.

she's waiting on a french press to steep. and after she checks her watch, she glances up at another person occupying the kitchen alongside her and extends a friendly offer. ]

Want some?

FIRING RANGE--

[ all play and no shoot makes kate a dull girl.

or that's what it feels like. so when she finally coaxes a decent bow out of her bedroom closet, she slings it over her back along with a duffel full of arrows and heads to the range. although she's not there to show off, sometimes she can't quite help it. one arrow, two arrows, sometimes three or four at once. the stationary targets are dull as dishwater until she figures out that they don't gotta be, and... ]

Wait -- these things move? Jackpot. [ she pushes her aviators up onto the top of her head and grabs another arrow from the quiver. time for some real shooting. ]

TEXT--

So, what? We're just supposed to wait it out until the next big futz-up? That sucks. That sucks a lot. Jeez. Guess it's back to chit-chat and hobbies, then. Speaking of? Favorite pizza toppings -- go.

[ is this chit-chat or a hobby? who knows. ]

Edited 2017-07-20 19:25 (UTC)

Library

[Bart stands in front of the bookshelves, scanning the titles with an ever-deepening scowl. Looking over his shoulder to check that he isn't being observed, he blurs into motion, going from one end of the room to the other. No luck.]

Is it too much to ask for something new?

[Flinging himself into a chair, he sighs.]

Dining Room

[Number one problem with being a speedster? You're always hungry. Good thing the ~~intradimensional prison~~Mansion seemed to have an endless supply of food. And Bart wasn't too picky. While he was trying to order one thing at a time, there was quite the stack of plates building up next to the wiry teen.]

You want anything?

Library.

[Another mysterious building with no doubt strange history. Check. But no enigmatic elven apostate had led her to this one. No, she’d just... appeared. Much to her annoyance. She doesn’t have time to be kidnapped. She might not have asked for the job, might not have asked for the title and everything that has come along with it, but it is her title, her job. There are people counting on her and she needs to get home.

But as that’s not going to happen, she’s going to learn everything she can about this place.

Wonderland. She’s never heard of it before, but from what she’s gathered there are people from places that HAVE, in stories at least. So she’s reading what the library has to offer, studying up. She’s curled up at a table in the corner, gloves tugged off and lying temporarily discarded on the table beside her, the Anchor on her left hand casting a gentle green glow over her book.

She frowns down at the pages.]

This is all well and good but I was hoping for something a little more useful.

[It’s a muttered aside mostly to herself, involved in her reading as she is.]

The Gardens.

[At least she’s still armed. Given what Iona’s heard about Wonderland, she’s glad of it. But it’s been calm and quiet for a while now, and she’s not used to it. Not used to the not investigating something, fighting something and working towards the goal of stopping Corypheus.

There have been no red lyrium templars trying to kill her for DAYS now. It’s weird.

Quite frankly, she’s getting restless. Doesn’t quite know what to do with herself. So she takes her dual-bladed daggers out to one of the gardens, where there’s space to move and she can fight invisible assailants until she’s feeling a little bit less restless.

The dark red blades blur lightning quick through the air as she moves.]

The beach.

[Iona is pretty sure the closets have a sense of humour. She’s pretty sure WONDERLAND has a sense of humour, for that matter. A twisted one, to be sure, but a sense of humour, still. When she’d requested swimwear (at the suggestion of a fellow inhabitant of Wonderland), they’d given her something called a bikini? That looked like it was covered in leaves. Looked like it WAS leaves.

She’d tried to get something else, something a little less on-the-nose and appropriate, and it had refused. So she put it on and went down to the beach. Where she’s attempting to remember how to relax, standing ankle deep in the water and staring out across the water.

There’s no wearing gloves at the beach, so the Anchor on her left hand is plainly visible, happily glowing green.]

Edited 2017-07-21 11:50 (UTC)

eat all the treats

[ the dining room table is covered in food. the girl at the head of it has helped herself to a very tall pile of waffles that's threatening to topple over if she's not very careful about how she cuts into the cakes with her fork.

mouth full, face spread in a blissful smile she waves over anyone who stumbles in on the feast. she speaks with a vaguely russian accent, consonants soft and r's rolling just so: ]

Don't be shy! Waffles are best eaten in good company, you know. And I happen to be very good company.

[ wink! ]

caught red-handed

You're saying you...saw me wave at someone and they fainted? I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

[ nina bats her eyes, shaking her head in feigned ignorance before smirking wickedly. ]

Trust me, I don't have to exert that much energy to make someone swoon.

homesick heart

Does anyone here speak Ravkan? I understand that there is some magic in place that transcends languages, but it would be comforting to hear one from my home.

[ and it's a safe and easy way to pick out anyone from her world without advertising her identity... ]

No mourners.

Edited 2017-07-21 02:09 (UTC)

Recon

[When Natasha shows up in Wonderland, there's not a moment's confusion what her priority is: intel. There's a lot she doesn't know, and that's a problem.

She has a pretty good idea of the solution though.

The first thing she does is get the lay of the mansion, tracking the halls and corridors, peeking into rooms and at at mirrors. She does a fairly good job of not drawing attention to the fact she doesn't really know where she is, projecting the air that she belongs there.

As she explores, she keeps her eyes and ears open. She might not know what she's looking for exactly, but she's confident she'll know it when she finds it.]

Workout

[Early morning finds Natasha in the fitness center, wrapping her knuckles and staring down the punching bags—that, or whoever's using them. For a while, she just watches, getting an idea what she's seeing. Strengths, weaknesses. Level of training.

When she sees someone who knows what they're doing, she'll sidle up eventually, flashing half a smile.]

Interested in a real workout?

[But if she sees someone who doesn't know their way around it, well, she might step in there too. She wouldn't want anyone to break a thumb.]

Drinking Buddies

[There's a bar. Of course there is. More than one, apparently.

Natasha ends up in whichever is closer tonight, sitting with a bottle of beer and a pensive look. She watches the room, but so far hesitates to engage. Her own thoughts aren't the best company right now. It's all so oddly normal. Not really normal, but the way people live always finds a level of normalcy. People are kidnapped. They live here. They find jobs and open bars and drink in the evening.

Though an argument could probably be made that the drinking is a coping mechanism.

In which case, she will definitely be ordering another.]

Sit. [She'll finally say when someone comes close enough that she doesn't have to raise her voice. there's a rough note in it, a little natural huskiness that leads people to project any number of emotions on her. She's often used that to her advantage.] Turns out I just remembered why I hate drinking alone.

Beach

Bar

The bar was familiar, and he was comfortable there. He'd spent a lot of time in bars, and behind bars over the years. First as a busboy and then as a bartender. He knew this routine, knew how it worked and it wasn't a surprise he ended up there. Especially because he was in need of a drink...or five.

Gym

Sad old man with booze

[In this magical mansion of unlimited resources, Yondu could get any alcohol he wants. Yet here he is, drinking swill so terrible that when a drop lands on the table it actually eats away at the wood.

So sue him, he knows what he likes.

He's sitting alone, drinking and looking off into the distance while he contemplates all his terrible life choices that have led him to this moment. Not that Wonderland was a choice, but considering he was a frozen corpse moments before he arrived, he had plenty of bad life choices before he got here.

He doesn't look especially friendly or welcoming, but if someone sits by him, he won't chase them away. He doesn't deserve company. Doesn't mean he don't want it.]

I'm Mary Poppins, Y'all

[Yondu's browsing the library's movies, trying to find something interesting in the Earth collection when his eye catches a familiar name. He tugs it out, beaming excitedly.]

It's Mary Poppins! He's cool.

[Because Quill said so and Quill definitely knows what Earth things are cool. Yondu stares for another moment, then frowns, confused.]

He don't look a thing like me....

ZOMBIES!!

[Oh shit, it's a zombie event! Hate when those happen. It doesn't look good, surrounded by zombies, just Yondu and one other person, and here we are almost out of bullets.

Good thing Yondu doesn't need bullets. He smiles, tugs his coat back, and starts to whistle low and slow to start with.

The zombies.... would probably look confused if they had the ability to emote. As it is, they just look hungry.

Then, sharp and sudden, the tune changes, and the arrow flies straight and true and fast, through the closest zombies' head, leaving a smoldering hole. Then another whistle and it changes directions, striking zombie after zombie with alarming precision.

Help him, if you want. But he sure doesn't seem like he needs it.]

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.

Text

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.

► OPTION I: VIDEO + ACTION

[ On the screen for some people might be a rather familiar face — however, that face is wearing what seems to be a rather tattered, bloody school uniform. And even though she may wear the same face as another girl who goes by the same name, she is not that girl.

Her breaths can be heard, heavy, breathy. Full of weight and exhaustion. She wants to collapse and rest up somewhere, but that just isn't possible.

It's difficult to even think, her mind a little fuzzy. But she's trying her best. There's a single word that she manages to choke out, amidst all of this. ]

Help.

[ It's not very unique and it barely leaves anything to the imagination, being rather straight forward. Although it looks like she's about to collapse at any given moment, and it's decisively not because she's tired. Well, shit. ]

► OPTION II: MUSIC ROOM

[ Important question: why isn't there a gaming room. Now that she's cleaned up, she finds herself exploring the area. After all, if she's going to be staying here for a while, she has to know every single room by heart. Basically she's trying to make a mental map.

Although she might also be making a hand drawn map, too. Classic games did that quite a bit, after all.

But if she can't find the gaming room, she'll pick the next best thing. Playing piano versions of various songs from old school video games: namely Dragon Quest, Mario, what have you. If she sees someone approach, however, she'll stop and look at them, pausing her playing. ]

► OPTION III: MIRROR-VERSE SHENANIGANS ( MANSION HALLS )

[ There's a decisive annoyance that's followed with a heavy sigh, a slight twirl of a strand of hair around her finger. ]

bored

[ Annoyance drips into her tone like a storm as her weight shifts from one foot to the other in anticipating, eager to do something. Of course, that 'something' doesn't mean literally anything - of course not!

So when she sees the nearest person, she gives a rather innocent grin pressing a hand to her chest. ]

► OPTION WILDCARD

[ None of these to your choosing? Feel free to hit me up with pretty much anything else! ]

( NETWORK )
Hello. I've been trying to get a handle on this place, I suppose. It's definitely the strangest of my life experiences. So I've been trying to find something to help with that.

I used to own a spice shop. It sold various herbs, teas and what you'd call alternative medicines. I know that you can get anything you want from the closets so I suppose this is more of an advice or opinion. You can order tea or get a recommendation, or get help with a problem.

I'm still setting the shop up but it'll be on the second floor. Room 82. I'll see some of you there.

( YOUTH CENTER )

[ oh gosh

oh gosh ]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

[ kira yells over the cacophony that's spilling out into the hallway, slamming buttons on the jukebox that's tormenting her. she's trying to pick

any

other

song ]

I didn't even choose this! It won't play anything else! [ she grabs the jukebox and gives it a good shake, unafraid of the sparks that are now shooting out of it. ] Why won't you stop!?

( TEXT )

so uh say someone broke something accidentally somewhere in the mansion is that like a finable offense? is there a committee or something? because that person tried to fix it and it didn't exactly fix anything so much as broke it more.

also maybe don't go into the kitchen if you don't like the smell of burnt popcorn sorry

Edited 2017-07-26 16:42 (UTC)

NETWORK - UN: SWILSONS

You know, over the last few years I've gotten used to a lot.
Willing suspension of disbelief and all that.
But Wonderland? /Really/?
What next- flying pigs?
Actually, I take that back. I don't need my bacon flying.

HALLWAYS

[ honestly, it's a few hours before he makes it into the mansion at all - needing the time to check the scenery, watch for surveillance. he's an escaped vigilante at this point, and he needs to keep his head down or risk jeopardizing cap and everyone else on the mission. he wouldn't allow that, so he takes the time to search things out and when he gets nothing, that's when he ventures inside.

it's about as weird and surreal as he expected, knowing what info he gets upon arrival, but he makes it through the front door anyway. through the rooms, avoiding anyone else he notices, before taking the stairs up to the next level and down the hallways, doors on either sides. it feels a whole lot like some weird, 70s horror flick that he used to watch when he was younger, and that curling ball of anxiety doesn't quite go away.

but he keeps going, just in case. maybe there will be someone down the hall, maybe cap will be around the corner, or clint, or any of the other guys. that, and the fact he still doesn't know where the hell he is keeps him moving. down one hall, then another, eyes on everything he can see. ]

[Beatrice distinctly remembers flying face first into Wirt, but after that is a complete blur. She woke to find herself snug inside the hollow of a tree she doesn't recognize. She's had some pretty terrible collisions before, but blacking out is pretty new.

She flies through the forest, trying to orient herself, until she finally comes to a clearing and sees the mansion.]

NOPE. I'm out. I've had enough of creepy locales.

[She flies right back into the forest, directly the way that she flew out, and finds herself in the same exact spot, looking towards the mansion.]

NO NO NO.

Kitchen

[ Chell is hard at work cooking... something. Whatever she's working on requires nearly a dozen potatoes scattered around dirty utensils on the counter and on the floor. It looks like there's a pot on the stove right now with a few peeled potatoes boiling beside a pan with shredded potatoes frying. A bowl of mashed potatoes is on a counter littered with potato skins. The oven has a few nearly done baking. ]

[ The microwave dings and Chell looks up from her cutting board, leaving her fry-cutting and eagerly rushes to the microwave. She reaches in for the bowl of baked beans but recoils at the first touch of its side. Determined to retrieve it, Chell uses the sleeves of her jumpsuit as makeshift oven mitts and with a couple close calls manages to get it to the cluttered counter. If you were hoping to use the stove, you might need to get her attention. She's a little too lost in savoring spoonfuls of her baked beans to notice the burning smell coming from her frying pan. ]

Edited 2017-07-31 01:12 (UTC)

a. the gardens

[ who is that doing yoga in the garden? it is trini -- no last name, like beyoncé. with her headphones on and blasting her music at near top volume, she can't hear for crap so hopefully nothing comes barreling into her so she can keep going through her series of increasingly complicated yoga moves.

with a yellow bandana keeping her hair back, at one point she is literally upside down like the laws of physics do not apply to her. ]

b. the movie theater

[ trini's got a bucket of popcorn in her lap, a pillow next to her, her legs tucked under her and she is all in for this movie... whatever the movie actually is.

about ten minutes in and realizing she has no idea what is going on, trini leans over to whisper question to person closest by. ]

Hey, uh, is this in German or am I imagining things? [ she doesn't speak german, spoiler alert. it's probably not actually in german. ]

b. the wildcard

[ make something up. yolo ]

a. the gardens

[ sat in the garden, jyn finds herself with time to relax for the first time since she was a little girl. she doesn't know how she feels about it. the mansion itself was making her claustrophobic so she'd escaped outside and then found herself with nothing to do.

it's almost oppressive.

so she'd settled outside in the fresh air to have a think. this think is interrupted by a small dormouse skittering up to her. the little furry animal reminds her of a bulba, but it doesn't seem to have the same symbiotic relationship with the plants here, at least it's not wreathed in ivy. regardless, when it gets closer she pounces and just barely catches it between her fingers, drawing it back to settle against her chest. ]

What are you then, mate?

b. the kitchen

[ having been quite food insecure for the majority of her life, jyn is pretty much living for the kitchen and it isn't uncommon to find her opening a cabinet only to close and open it all over again like she will find something new hidden behind the chocolate tea biscuits.

she does the same with the fridge, collecting every kind of fruit and vegetables she can possibly find: grapes, starblossoms, navets, dirigible plums, purps, aubergines, punga fruit, cabbages, peaches, pears, cucumber, etc, etc. she'd found a puzzlefruit but she's set that aside for now until she can focus on unlocking the petals to actually get to the fruit.

chances are you interrupt her gorging herself whilst sitting on the counter top or trying, with some frustration, to unlock the puzzlefruit. she is good at puzzles, but she's not kriffing nimbanese. ]

c. the network

[ jyn is still in the gardens, or in the garden again, laid out in the grass looking up at stars she can't begin to recognize. ]

Where are these stars from? And where can I get a decent drink?

( one ) the vendors

[most of the time when you want information, you find a market. industry. people with goods to sell and others to talk about. the vendors here are proving fruitless and it's quietly frustrating. they don't speak at all. cassian could very easily barter with them, but he doesn't know what he needs yet. it's a good resource, but not what he needs right now.]

[so really, in all likelihood if he's not skulking between the stalls still hoping for a word of anything, he's already on his way out, mouth in a very disappointed line.]

( two ) the library

[cassian knows better than to trust all libraries. the imperial ones are full of propaganda, which is useful in its own way but not very factual. he's not expecting direct information here either, but what books don't say is just as telling.]

[so he moves through the library, carefully quiet as he reads over book spines and datapads. he mostly keeps to himself, but if he crosses paths with anyone, he knows how to be friendly enough.]

I don't suppose you know if there are any local authors?

( three ) the network

[nothing fancy here folks, he's quick and to the point!]

What is the longest someone has been here? Or perhaps the shortest?

( four )

[ wild card !! ]

(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 )

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.

01. feb 4th - 8th event ( well, there's always a chance to try again )

( the rooms are locked, and there's no way out.

jessica isn't claustrophobic, nor is she unable to swim. but strange situations happening under strange circumstances make her a lot more uncomfortable than they used to - not as easy to laugh off, or simply think of as something funny happening. ever since she lost so many of her memories, lived in the room next door to a strange boy with even stranger habits, she's become more cautious, more paranoid - more scared than anything. though she supposes that it isn't that much of a surprise. anyone would feel the same.

after a few hours of sitting in her own room, pacing and trying not to panic too much, she decides it's a good idea to do something. as much as she doesn't want to, and as much time as she spends hovering by her own door, she eventually makes her way out and into the water.

as good as she is at swimming, her fear makes it seem like she's been in there longer than she has, and she only makes it a few doors down before she's sliding into the closest one and closing it as quickly as she can, leaning against it as though that would make some difference to what is happening outside of it. it's only when she's calmed down slightly that she notices someone is already in there. )

Oh, God, sorry— ( jessica hates that she stutters through that small apology, but she can't help it, and that annoys her even more. )

02. text

username: LOCKEd

i'm not sure if i prefer it here or at home.

are things worse or better for you here? i can't decide, hence the indecision.
have you ever lost memories here? i think that's what i'm worried about most. though if i thought about it lnoger i'm sure i could come up with worse things.

Over the devices

[It happens suddenly and abruptly. Maybe you were talking with someone about something cool you got out of the closet. Maybe you needed to address everyone about a possible upcoming event. Or maybe you just participated in a bet to eat fifty hotdogs without stopping and the guy you made said bet with still hasn't ponied up.

Either way, it doesn't matter. There's a sudden visual tear, loud and obnoxious. But nothing else really happens.

A hiccup in Wonderland's network? Sure.

But we also recommend you move. Fast.]

The forest

[You shouldn't be here.

That much isn't a surprise, given the experience of those who have ventured too far into Wonderland's forest. Such a lovely place to get absolutely lost in until you die of dehydration and wake up back in the Mansion with nothing to show for it. You only get five of those lives people, you shouldn't waste them.

But that's never stopped people before and it wouldn't now. So you decided to take a trip into the woods, be it because you're a nature lover, you're one of those weirdos who thinks wandering in woods you've never been in before is a great idea or some other reason. It doesn't matter. Point is, it's a lot darker than it is normally in this place. And if it feels like you're being watched, well...

You are.

Hopefully you're not also lost.]

THE MANSION

[It's another day in Wonderland, time to rise and shine, go out and explore your hallway and maybe go to the kitchen, try to go outside, or even just trying to get out of your room -- you may find yourself stumbling over a strange blue blob on the ground.

That's right, someone's actually sleeping on the ground. With no covers, no pillow, just curled into a small two foot ball. Was it mentioned that she's literally blue?

Whether you stumbled over her or just stood there, or even walked right past her, she eventually uncurls and sits up, rubbing her eyes and staring up at you.]

Oh... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to fall asleep here...

TEXT

i don't understand this place at all. i've heard of other universes and technically i don't live in the same universe as most people in mine do, but i don't get how we all came here. what kind of power brought us here?

can we ever go back home? there's somebody that really needs me and i don't want her to have problems because i'm not there to do what i'm supposed to do

i don't want the others to worry about me either

i want to go home

LIBRARY

[If there was something that Sadness liked to do, other than curl up into a ball on the floor for hours at a time, it was reading. She'd read all the books at home, she'd read all the books that Riley read throughout her life - maybe there'd be some interesting books here?

Well, if one happened to come across her, be wary - she had books stacked all around her, and seemingly was intending to be there for a long time. In the middle of the floor.]

Am I in your way? I can move... somewhere...

[Kitchen]

[Being stuck in a place like this was pretty awful - it reminded her a lot of that school. At least there didn't seem to be any murderous bears or class trials here.

And - best of all - there were donuts. Even if she couldn't escape, at least it had donuts and didn't have class trials.

As she turned around to find someone else in the room, she pulled another donut out and offered it to them.]

You want one?

--

[Text]

Okay, so let's get a couple of things straight. We're really, actually stuck here, right? There's an outside, but I don't like the look of that forest. No, uh... really fluffy monochrome bears in the building? No haunting laughter that follows every night and day? And most importantly...

The kitchen never runs out of donuts. Right?

--

[Hallways or Pool]

[No matter where you are, no matter what time it is, it is always a good time for exercise. And so, every morning, Asahina could be found jogging down the halls or swimming in the second floor pool - whichever she felt most like doing that morning. Maybe doing both some mornings. Heck, sometimes she could be found jogging with a donut still hanging from her mouth, probably signifying she felt she slept too late that day.

Just don't let her bump into you while jogging. If you spot her by the pool, though, she's inviting you in. Come swim with her!]

Edited 2017-08-22 20:51 (UTC)

KITCHEN

[Undyne hasn't cooked in a long, long time.

She hasn't had the nerve to. Not since the last time she cooked something was...

Well, it lost her her house, and it gave her a friend that turned out to be the scum of the earth. Papyrus has urged her to try to reinstate her cooking lessons with him, but she's gotten about as far as opening a packet of noodles, giving up on getting them out, tossing the package in room temperature water, and going to watch TV with Sans instead.

But, hell. There's a kitchen here. And it's got everything a monster could ever dream of.

Undyne takes one of the tomatoes she's dug out of the fridge and considers it for a moment, before crushing it in her fist, with a spurt of red juice scattering every which way. She grins a toothy, toothy grin.

She throws the tomato into a pot and starts stabbing it hastily with a wooden spoon. Soon enough, the other pot she has on the stove is boiling over, and it looks like disaster might strike soon.

Undyne being the disaster.]

MUSIC ROOM

[Undyne missed her piano more than a lot of other things.

There were some things she missed more. People, really. But her piano's loss left her with no outlet. She plays when she feels unsure, when she feels restless, when she feels weak. She's felt all of these things and more for a long time now, with no keys to press, no tune to hum, no song to sing.

So when she finds the music room, it's like letting out a breath she's been holding for months.

She admires the piano, at first, lifting the cover and running her fingers along the keys, letting the crescendo of notes that are produced pull her back into the feeling. She grips her hand into a fist and brings it down hard on the keys, letting out a dissonant tone.

Yeah, that sounds about right. This place probably never lets it go out of tune with magic or whatever, anyway.

So she finally sits at the bench, and she begins to play, simple notes, but making it easier to sing concurrently. Her voice isn't perfect, a little pitchy in places, and she tends to outright yell rather than hit high notes, but it's clearly coming from a place of honesty. It's not hard to listen to at all.

She doesn't even notice anyone wander in. She's left the door open, after all.]

TRUE LAB/TINY RICK EVENT

[Little Undyne has been little for a little too long.

She's starting to forget that she's ever been an adult. It's coming in lapses, now, but she's starting to feel more young than old, and her tearing through the halls of the spooky laboratory can be heard from rooms away. She pit-pat-pit-pats her little sneakers as she climbs onto one of the beds, and starts jumping energetically from mattress to mattress.

One bed she's jumped onto starts to shake as she's on it, more and more violently as she jumps. Finally, she falls back onto it.]

Whoa!

[Goop emerges from below the sheets, spilling out onto the tile, vibrating her whole body as she wriggles wildly.]

WHAT IS IT!! I'LL KILL YOU!! DON'T SCARE ME, IDIOT!!!

[Finally, the goop has subsided, now entirely on the ground, and it reforms into a very, very droopy, very tall shape, like some kind of long, featureless monster with one limb. It shambles at her, and she yelps, wrapping herself up in the sheets in panic.]

Wait, what the hell... I ain't scared of you, punk!!

[She growls at the Amalgamate, remembering herself for a moment, but it doesn't seem very impressed. She's very small.]

As you approach the familiar sight of Wonderland's vendors- most likely giving it a wide berth as most sane people do- you are struck by an unusual sight. As, right in front of the bazaar of traders, is a large red building- with the words 'Fantasy Costco' right on the front. How did this building get here, you wonder?

You might even wonder that aloud- and should you choose to make that mistake, a voice will seem to materialize from behind you. "Oh, ANYTHING's possible if you can make the right deeeal! And if you happen to know a few dark, ancient, and forbidden pieces of mercantile sorcery!"

"My friends here," the oddly incomprehensible yet somehow catlike man says with an extravagant wave of his arm, gesturing towards the vendors, "really are my kind of people! They too like to make deals! They may not be the most talkative sort, but I feel at home here. Now, I don't plan on dealing in memories the way my colleagues do... But do beware if you wish to engage in a game of wits and wagers with Garfield, the Deals Warlock! Without any gold or coin to trade in, I may have to start making darker deals, if you want any of my wares." His eyebrows waggle a bit, in a playfully menacing way.

You are then led into the Fantasy Costco- or perhaps you didn't say a goddamn word and just walked in yourself, to see the sprawling shelves of magical goods- and either way, once you enter, you hear a nice upbeat jingle. And if you were one of those lucky few to not reference what the hell is going on aloud, yet still unlucky enough to enter this realm of sorcery and deals, you'd instead see the robed feline figure behind the counter, waving and welcoming you in.

What do you do?

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