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[vitaelamorte]

JULY/AUGUST TEST DRIVE MEME
You're like an angel with no wings.





Prompt A: Serious Event

In each trip a character makes from their room, they will have one random encounter with a monster (or monsters) that will attack them. Fight, team up with others, run away if you think you can, but there are monsters. Everywhere.

Prompt B: Lighter Event

The mansion is gone and now we're all camping! Women on one side of the camp and men on the other with a large picnic area in between. It's like summer camp except there are no counselors. You are in charge of making your own food and fun. If you wander too far out in the woods, you'll just get lost and wind up at the campsite again. Make s'mores! Tell spooky stories! Have fun!
Prompt C: ediS rorriM

Peace has been restored to the mirror side with the White Queen ruling, but she does have a request: get to know one another, dear mirrors. She's hosting a 1990s dance party and you're all invited. Jam out to Spice Girls and mingle.

Prompt D: Choices

Any scenario goes! Thread out your character's arrival, have them act like a long-established resident, let our past events inspire your scene, or write up literally any Wonderland-based scenario you feel like playing with.

Rules

Test drive memes go up every other month. Please note that any threads made as part of the test drive meme don't count towards your activity check, and they can't be used as samples for any future applications. Thank you for understanding, and have fun!



NAVIGATION ♥ RESERVES ♥ APPLICATION ♥ INPUT & INQUIRIES

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Janet | The Good Place

[janetisme]

Camping

[ Janet has never been camping before. Actually, Janet hasn’t done a lot of things. She knows how to do a lot of things but knowing and doing are very different. As such, when everyone fishes, she simply sticks her full arm into the water and cheerfully looks up at the person closest to her. ]

I don’t think this is working very well, but I do think it would work better if I had a fishing pole.

[ Later, while everyone’s eating s’mores, she only makes them, putting a large stack on a tray and walking around, asking people if they’d like more, generally trying to be helpful. You see, Janet isn’t programmed to never be useful. She has to do something. But when people turn down her plate of s’mores, she sits and folds her hands in her lap. ]

I’m feeling something. I think it’s...sadness, which I have felt before but under very different circumstances. Why would I be sad, just because you jerks won’t eat my s’mores? Oh, no, I think that was rude.

[ She smiles brightly. ]

I hate being here!

Network

Hello. I’m Janet. I was programmed specifically to be a sentient personal assistant with the knowledge of everything, everywhere. But I can’t seem to access anything about this place. From what I can tell, this is some sort of variation on the Lewis Carroll story, Alice in Wonderland. What I do know for sure, is that it isn’t the Good Place or the Bad Place. It is just a Place that exists nowhere.

[ She shrugs with a smile at that. ]

No one told me life was gonna be this way!

[ There are some things she’s retained from Michael binge-watching Friends. The lyrics to the theme song is apparently one of those things. ]

I did find out I still work functionally the same, so if you need anything, just say my name! I can’t access my Void, so I guess I have to pick a room here to live in, which means I do have a question.

[ She pauses, tilting her head and trying to figure out a way to ask. ]

How do you live? What should I do first? I’m feeling very confused, which is even more confusing because I’ve never felt confused before.

Misc

[ Did your character say ‘Janet?’ Were they even trying to summon her or were they just talking about a Janet they know? Whatever the case may be, she’s here now, instantly appearing out of nowhere right behind you and cheerfully announcing her presence, hands clasped behind her back. ]

Hi there! What can I help you with?

Network

[shslliar]

[Okay, just because he managed to get close to ONE robot doesn't mean he's gonna trust ALL the robots. So, congrats Janet. You get an anonymous text message.]

hold up a sec

you're saying you're some kinda magic robot or something???

Camping

[twirlier]

[It might not be ideal for some people but Misty loves it. She loves sleeping out under the moon and clouds. She loves wandering through the woods until she finds herself lost and confused and then back by the campfire again. It's all perfectly wonderful and she could stay here forever.

Not everyone might be though, and she realizes that hearing someone complaining about something about being sad.

Tucking her shawl a bit tighter about her, Misty came over and drops down beside her.]

Awww, don't be sad about that. I'd love a s'mores, if you're still sharin'.

Network

[assistanting]

Did you really live in a Void before you came here?

[ i mean what else is she going to hone in on here. ]

Camping

[shrimpheavennow]

[Eleanor smoothly recovers the tray of s'mores and begins chowing down immediately. Around a gooey mouthful, she manages:]

Nah, dude. Be rude! This place is like, rude as hell. And whoever didn't want these bad boys is a class A moron and is missing out.

[She finally swallows and moves onto her...numberth s'more.]

But, y'know, you don't have to be a waitress here, right? This ain't the Good Place or the Bad Place. It's not your job to make treats for bozos who don't appreciate their sticky amazingness.

Misty Day | AHS: Coven

[twirlier]

Serious - Hallway random floor of the mansion


"Is that... a centipede?" Her words are breathless, a bit confused because it's nothing she's ever seen before. Hesitating only that moment as she brings up one hand, sending a blast of energy at whatever it is, sending it back double over itself. Not enough. Not nearly enough.

"Run!"

Not looking back to be certain they do before focusing on a nearby table, causing it to suddenly flare up in flames, praying it will be a distraction as she kicks it into the middle of the path between her and the centipede.

Camping

Misty loves this. All of it. Padding barefoot through the trees, not caring when low branches and brushy shrub catches at her shawl. Ignoring the way it just loops her back to the camp if she goes too far. It's all part of the magic of this moment, and she is reveling in it.

Quick with cooking out, knowing how to not only create fire from nothing but to use it to help them out with the food, she helps out however she can during the day.

Then at night she can be found laying out where she can see the sky, staring up the skies and taking about the creatures she sees.

"There's Sirius, and if you look close you can see a dog from that star to that star to that one," she said, arm up and finger pointed to show the lines that only she sees.

[spiritofgoodness]

Snow loves being outside in nature as well, something she hasn't been able to really indulge in, not for a while. Granted in the Enchanted Forest she was living in the woods because her stepmother was trying to murder her, but still. There's a bond between her and the animals that can't be mistaken.

And so, Misty might see Snow sitting, surrounded by birds as they all seem to be listening to her speak. She's carrying on a full-on conversation with the birds, and when she gestures to a flower and asks for a bluebird to get it for her, it hops over, pecks at it until it's in the bird's beak, then hops back and hands it over before fluttering up to perch on her arm. It's all very, very Disney.

When she notices someone else approaching, Snow looks up and greets the newcomer with a smile. "Oh, hello. Escaping the activity of the campsite?" It's been nice and fun, but sometimes you just need solitude.

Camping

[itchtokill]

Kol likes the comforts of modernization, they're nice, but he doesn't particularly need them. And as such, this sudden thing where they're being forced to, as he's heard people call it, "rough it" isn't much of a bother to him. Mostly, it's just a very long call back to the earliest memories he has. In the days before vampires, before he and his siblings being on the run from their parents trying to murder them. It was a simpler time, if not technically better.

He finds a woman lazing about, talking about stars and it seems as much an invitation as anything else might have been, so he sits down next to her, leaning back on his arms and staring up to where she's pointing. "Huh... I s'pose I can see that... me and mine called it Lokabrenna," there's a touch of an accent too old for most to identify that comes with the word, different than the mix-mash, but mostly-British-leaning accent of he naturally speaks with otherwise. "D'ya know what that means?" He doesn't particularly expect her to, but people have certainly surprised him here.

april ludgate | parks & rec

[assistanting]

camping;

Ugh, I hate camping. Stupid camping. Stupid bugs. Stupid parks.

[ april kicks a picnic bench, which hurts, actually, so she's immediately betrayed and she tries not to show it. but when she turns around there's an unlucky victim (that's you) for her to talk to. ]

You there! [ she points directly. there's no escaping there. she looks over at the slowly setting sun and grins suddenly, not unlike a certain well beloved cat. ] You look like the kind of person who cries during ghost stories. Come sit down by the fire with me.

Network.

This place sucks. STOP. Everything is awful. STOP. But i found a telegraph in the closet. STOP. It's actually pretty boring. STOP. But I was thinking how annoying it would be if you had to read my messages as if I typed them on it. STOP. How did people live in the past? STOP. Probably by being really STUPID. STOP. And not sending very many telegrams because they realized it was dumb. STOP. Oh my god why are you still reading this? Who actually can look at that without their eyes glazing over? That's so gross don't you have something better to do anyway?

revenge of the ballpit.

[ maybe you're in the basement, minding your own business. but if you pass by a certain door, at the right time, a ballpit ball comes RUSHING out, aiming directly for your face. and with it, a voice from within the room: ]

How dare you enter the realm of the ballpit queen?! Begone Peasant!

[ check it out? or go running the other way? ]

Camping!

[moraloutrage]

[One young man has been very earnest and diligent about setting up the camp site!

When the girl calls out to him, he is taken somewhat by surprise and blinks uncertainly.]

Ah... I do not mind sitting with you, Miss, but I also do not wish to disappoint you. Please know that I do not intend to shed tears for any ghost story!

ballssss

[alsoagirl]

[ The nice thing about being superhuman is superhuman speed. Jessica gets to use it for something other than zipping around the mansion for once, which is great! She didn't expect to use it to dodge a plastic ball, though.

She makes a face at it as it bounces to a stop, then she kneels down to pick it up. She's mature and smart, so she'll gladly return the ball. She does so by chucking it back into the room, a little harder than necessary. ]

Maybe it's my realm, too!

[ladydemocracy]

Stupid parks?! April, being in nature is one of the best things you can possibly do for yourself. Breathe in the fresh air and become one with Mother Earth.

[ She pauses. ]

I realize that sounded a lot like Chris, but just imagine Ron! Ron likes nature and he hates everything.

[ But she does sit. ]

And I'll have you know that I didn't cry because of a ghost story. I maintain, to this day and forever, that a raccoon pinched my butt.

camping

[twirlier]

[Unlike April, Misty is loving this. Loving the dirt on the soles of her feet, the heat of the sun on her skin. She's loving a chance to be free, to be anywhere but in Hell, but this is literally her ideal life. Just like this.

Even when she's suddenly verbally accosted by someone that is not having nearly as good a time as she is.

Though at the "accusation", Misty can't help but smile. Perhaps as she was, barefoot, with a velveteen shawl about her shoulders and fingerless gloves; her clothes suited much more for the late eighties she might well look like someone that feared ghosts and ghosts stories.

Except for the fact that, technically, she was one. At least back home.

But she does smile, wide and wicked, and speaks with a soft Louisiana accent.]

Me? Oh, well... I'm not sure about cryin', but I can tell you a story or two that might bring a shiver.

Leslie Knope | Parks and Rec

[ladydemocracy]

Network; video

[ Leslie's been in Wonderland for three very crazy days, and she finally knows what she wants to say, and how she would like to introduce herself. She has a binder, a coffee with 42 sugars (give or take), and her device is set up to record. She smiles, hands clasped in front of her. ]

My fellow Wonderlandians,

My name is Leslie Knope and I'm from the amazing town of Pawnee, Indiana. In my life, I've been many places as I try to make my city and my state - nay, my country - great. And now I'm here, and at first, I thought I died in my sleep after my husband Ben forced me to eat cauliflower for dinner. Side note: cheese does not cover the taste of decaying foot in your mouth. He's a liar and I'm never trusting him again about anything ever.

[ Yes she will. ]

Now that I know we're all here together and various people have shouted at me about how I might die via anything from my evil mirror clone to, apparently, the building itself trying to kill me, I have one suggestion. When new people come to my town, we give them a basket filled with Sweetums cookies and candy, coupons for JJ's Diner, a map of the town with a list of everything to do in Pawnee, and a legal disclaimer warning people not to feed the raccoons. We're finally getting that one under control. That sounds nice, right? Welcoming? You know what happened ten seconds after arriving here?

[ Her pleasant smile drops and suddenly she's putting on a one-woman act. ]

Mirrors are EVIL! Things try to murder us every other day! THERE'S NO ESCAPE and you're stuck here foreeeeeeever plus you'll probably die or watch the people you care about die multiple times while you're stuck. But the closets are nice, you get free things! Welcome to Wonderland!

[ She lets out a breath, sitting back. ]

You see how that might come across as the worst way to welcome someone ever? Let's work on that, Wonderland. Feel free to reach out with any ideas on how to make coming to a world that should be impossible a little less traumatic.

[ She goes to end the feed, then pauses, still stretched out to press the 'stop' button. ]

Oh, and if anyone has seen a guy named Ben with a really cute butt, first of all stop looking, and second, please tell him his wife is here. Okay thanks, bye!

[ And then her video ends. ]

video;

[twirlier]

[The woman in the video is wearing a top hat atop her curls and there's a hint of velvet roses on the shawl about her shoulders. When she speaks, she has a soft southern accent. Louisiana to be exactly southern, if a person knows the area.]

In fairness, at least they can come back here. Back home, that only happened a handful of ways, and most of them involved knowing the right people and them being there at the right time.

Trust me, you want to do that right away, like they do here, because otherwise the recovery time is long and difficult.

[She sighs, thinking about Kyle's recovery as she shakes her head.]

I would ask though, is the town of Pawnee trying to kill you regularly? I mean, raccoons being wily little things and all, is that a thing for you too?

Oh, also, hi Leslie. I'm Misty.

Tulip O'Hare (AMC Preacher)

[boo_berry]

[Currently set pre S3 canon point wise, so spoilers are possible!]

[A]

[By this point Tulip has learned to consider this place another Annville and is carrying a shotgun on every trip out of her room. So anyone is bound to stumble upon a tiny brunette fighting anything crossing her path in spite of the fact she arrived after basically being beaten to a pulp. As she fires off a round a quip escapes.]


All that's missing besides Cass and his teeth is Jesse and the backup weapons. [This as another round is fired, monster hits wall and all is well for now.] To the kitchen or its equal! Because I'm hoping there are double bacon burgers right about now.

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[Network]

Name's Tulip, Tulip O'Hare and yes I've gotten most of the joke by now. [Tulip is cleaning her pistol as she's speaking, its easier to multi task she figured.] My goal for now is simple: do the names Jesse Custer or Proinsias Cassidy mean anything to anyone? The first is a preacher with ties to Annville Texas and the other is an Irish vampire with enough tattoos to stock a small army. I'm worried about them more than anything else at the moment.

Otherwise this feels like a trip after a non eating headache times about ten. [Ironic given that she's healing up from what had happened pre Wonderland, cue the bruises and healing cuts?]

Network

[twirlier]

[The woman that appears on the video has a wild mass of curls partially in her face, a lace gloved hand pressed to her cheek as she considers the woman on the other side of the monitor. Music plays softly in the background.]

Oh, another vampire. How cool. I met my first one here, so you're lucky if you knew them before this place. Sadly I haven't seen them that I know of, though I would have remembered a preacher. They can be kind of...

[She waves her hand, shaking her head.]

'm sure your preacher is delightful! Many of them are.

[Except the ones that help burn her at the stake.]

Also, not to be rude or anything, but have you tried swamp mud on those? It'll help things heal faster and leave little t'no scar.

April Ludgate | Parks and Rec

[satansniece]

Prompt A

[It's not too hard to figure out that people weren't kidding about this place being sort of dangerous when April leaves her room to go check things out for herself and... promptly regrets it. When she turns the corner, she comes face to face with an oversized rat that kind of seems to want to... eat her? Her eyes go wide, and she lets out a startled scream.]

Holy crap!

[Could just be her imagination, but she doesn't stick around long enough to find out, running as fast as she can back to her room, slamming the door behind her.]

Cool... note to self... bloodthirsty rodents.

[A step above Pawnee, if you ask her. The ones there are only vaguely threatening. Either way, she'll just stick to the network for now.]

Network | Video

[Still sort of out of breath from putting in actual effort at you know, anything, April takes to the airwaves from the relative safety of her own desk chair, legs crossed and spinning idly as she speaks.]

Sup, Wonderland? So, uh, anyone else almost get eaten today, or was that just me?

Network

[screwedontight]

[There is a bloody scratch on one cheek, his lip is busted and there's a decent sized goose egg knot at his hairline, and yet Seth just can't keep his mouth shut.]

Eaten? What? Is it Saturday already?

[He wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, pistol still in his hand.]

Glad it seems you handled it so effortlessly.

Kaito Momota | Dangan Ronpa | OTA!

[therealstarman]

A. Why'd It Have to Be GHOSTS?!

[Kaito had never been one to think much about death or the beyond. There was so much to do in life already, so many frontiers to be pushed and challenged! Whenever his mind did turn to the end of this life, it was always to hope he'd leave behind a noble legacy, and on the rare occasion he let himself think of what lay beyond, all he could hope was that it was just a new adventure.

And apparently, it is! But oh boy, was he not ready in the slightest. Gee, who coulda thunk that the world of the dead would have dead people in it?!

Yep, he is seriously wishing he'd never left his room, because now he is madly flying down the hall with an angry ghost hot on his tail! Which is why he didn't notice your character who is also in the hall, and therefore why he crashes into them. He picks himself up, looks at the person he just knocked over, looks back at whence he came...and then jumps onto his new friend, clinging and bristling like a scared cat, because the ghost is right there looming over them, and she looks pissed.

So, uh...help? Please??]

B. But It'll Help if You Just Sing Along~!

[Now, THIS is more like it! Camping in the wild outdoors, a time-honored rite of passage that bonds men together as they brave the challenges of nature (or at the very least, the challenge of uncomfortable sleeping arrangements). Just the thing he and his new compatriots need to make them a band of true heroes!

Kaito has very much made himself comfortable in the warm light of the campfire, stretching out wide and breathing in the woodsmoke as he sits on his jacket in the grass. He looks up, and his spirit stirs as he admires the Milky Way, cutting a sparkling diamond path through a circle of dark sky framed by treetops. He sighs mightily, and he comes down from the heavens to be with his fellow campers.]

How come we're being so quiet? We should talk about something, get to know each other! Hmmm...what's everyone's favorite constellation?

C. Wildcard?

[C'mon, it's Wonderland! We're practically on Mars!]

AAAAAAAAA REAL GHOSTS!

[shslliar]

[Kaito, you just crashed into another ghost! Oh noooooooo-

Wait. Nevermind. It's just Kokichi with a backpack and a BB gun. Kaito nearly knocked the little guy over, making him fire off a shot randomly in the ghost's direction.]

H-Hey! Let go, I can't see!

Leon Kuwata | Dangan Ronpa | OTA

[johnny_rotten_bench]

Ya Camp Keep a Good Punk Down...

[Another smack. Another mosquito down, though not before leaving a nice soon-to-be-itchy welt on his hand. Leon knows this is what he gets for not wearing that smelly bug spray, but in his opinion, the decision really didn't matter - it was gonna be hell for him either way.

It should be painfully obvious that he's NOT the outdoorsy type. Yeah, he supposes nature can be nice, but not when he has to stay out in it, and especially not when he has to sleep out in it; it's sweaty, it's filthy, it's uncomfortable, and there's no bathroom in sight, and Leon can see none of the appeal whatsoever. Heck, the tents aren't even co-ed, with no mingling allowed whatsoever, so there goes his sole reason for agreeing to come along! So that leaves one (1) unhappy punk leaning against a tree on the outskirts of camp, hair wilting and jacket cooking and mind half-asleep from being bored as shit.

But even though he's kinda busy being all scowly as he broods over his fate for the next couple of days, he'd...probably be grateful for someone to talk to, depending on who that someone is! Go up and say hi, maybe?]

The Nineties Were So Much Better

[This party's alright so far, he's decided. It's weird that he had to go through a mirror to get to it, and he wishes the music were a little more to his tastes. But hey, there are people here! And that means there are chicks!

So, he's propped himself up near the snacks, setting himself on display at just the right distance from the action - near enough to feel present and be noticed, but far enough away to stick out and look cool. As he sips on his (non-alcoholic) punch, he scans the surrounding area for anyone interesting...and hey, look! They seem cool, the character who's just approached! So he sidles up, all smooth and confident as he slicks his quiff back, and - hey, it's the '90s, it's acceptable! - slaps down this fly zinger:]

Soo, do ya come here often?

Or How About A Wildcard!

[Don't be afraid to throw him a curveball!]

[shrimpheavennow]

Camping

[Whoever invented the concept of camping was clearly a masochist. And also an idiot, because inventing camping is actually just uninventing the concept of "indoors". You know, indoors? Where there's plumbing and no mosquitoes and a place to plug in your vibrator?

Seriously, fork this place.

(Ugh. Force of habit.)

Eleanor's currently skulking around literally kicking rocks, the hood on her hoodie pulled up over her hair to at least keep any bugs from buzzing her ears. This is the most boring shit. She's even just walking up to the nearest person to loudly complain as a way to pass the time.]

I went camping with an ex-boyfriend once. He wanted to go hiking and refused to listen to me when I told him I'd literally rather swallow razor blades followed by off-brand Mountain Dew, so five feet from the camp I pretended to twist my ankle and made him carry me and all our camping shit back to the car.

[There's a sizeable uncomfortable silence.]

...Uh, I kinda got used to just admitting to the shitty stuff I used to do in the Place I was in before. You can ignore all that.

[twirlier]

[Oh but they couldn't be further on either end of the spectrum on this subject. Misty LOVES camping.

She loves the sun and the wind and the mud beneath her barefeet that are dirty and digging into the soil when someone suddenly tells her about scamming their boyfriend.

Wide eyed, she cants her head as she clutches her shawl tighter about her, holding the fringed hem to her mouth as she looks Eleanor over slowly.

She speaks with a heavy accent, slow, considering.]

Why wouldn'tcha just tell him no instead of going? I mean, if a man won't listen, why go with him anywhere?

Though, lot worse things in the world than some dirt and grass. It's beautiful out here.

penny robinson | lost in space

[infinitesimalblip]

network;

[ The last thing she remembers is being with Will, trying really hard to make him laugh. So, being here at all makes no sense, she has no memory of how she got here, why she's here, who brought her here. All of these people are total strangers. It makes literally no sense that she's here at all. This has to be some kind of crazy hallucination, right? She spends a few hours laying low, scoping the place out, exploring and trying to figure out what she can on her own. So many are just...going about their lives like nothing is wrong at all. There's a kitchen, a diner, an actual pool?? Objectively, it's a normal-ish place, which means, this is all very, very wrong. At least if her family was here, they could...figure this out together. ]

So, hey, I was wondering how long it usually takes for someone's family to show up here with them?

[ Totally chill. Calm. She's really worried about her family, but admitting that out loud on the device would mean it's potentially being recorded and she can't betray her cool exterior completely. ]

[beautifullies]

[ For a very fleeting second, all Claire sees is red hair on a young woman and she has Bree's name on her lips. Until she actually focuses and realizes it's not, in fact, her daughter. Still, she's someone new and new people always need a bit of guidance. ]

I believe it varies from person to person. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you may want to prepare yourself for not having them arrive at all. Sometimes families do appear, and it's wonderful, and I do, sincerely hope that happens for you. But others are here a very long time before anyone familiar arrives.

[ She really hates bursting this girl's bubble, and she tries to manage a little smile. ]

But you will find people who'll come to care for you, and you them. My name is Claire Fraser.

Anna | Frozen | OTA

[firstinforever]

Oh my gosh!!!

[In the gardens, there's a girl running along the paths while dressed for extreme cold, her cheeks flushed red and forehead beading with unladylike sweat.]

It's warm!! Summer came back!!

[And that means she's careening toward the first person she finds, stopping just short of hopping on top of them.]

Do you know how this happened?? Have you seen the queen? Did she break the spell? Do you know where she went next??? I need to talk to her!


[Later on, in the mansion, she'll shed her outerwear and spend some time exploring. She pokes her head in rooms at random, disappointed by the empties and only apologizing to the people when she's caught. There are so many people!!!! In common areas, she might creep up well into someone's personal space and watch them go about a mundane activity. Cooking? Painting? Laundry? She's never actually seen any of them happen before.]

How long did it take you to learn how to do that?

wanda maximoff | mcu

[whatchoice]

mσnstєrs

[ it's lucky, wanda thinks, that this sort of thing is in her wheelhouse because when a monster rushes her when she opens the door to her room, she doesn't hesitate in pushing her hands out and slamming the monster against the wall with a flash of red energy.

except the monster doesn't stay down and that is what finds wanda running down the hallway firing blasts of red energy behind her as she tries to get outside so she has more room to work with. ]

Move!

[ incoming! ]

cαmpíng

[ someone, a blessed being hitherto unnamed stranger angel, has taught wanda the glory of doughboys. what is a doughboy, you ask, only a super delicious campfire breakfast food to put all campfire breakfasts to shame. a doughboy is a crescent roll wrapped around a stick and toasted until golden brown and then filled with squirt butter and cinnamon sugar. some wild people go crazy and fill it with chocolate chips and raspberries or the makings of a graham cracker free s'more, but wanda is a purist.

and doesn't know any better.

wanda hasn't gone camping since she was a very small so this is mostly all new to her, but she doesn't mind the new experience, she enjoys it. it's a frivolity she hasn't had much time or energy to engage in lately, but she is happy to share a doughboy with anyone to comes close to her pile. she's eaten about five on her own already. ]

wíldcαrd

( do what your heart tells you )

monsters

[outstandingbalance]

[The fact Natasha didn't expect to hear Wanda's voice doesn't slow her down even an instant when it comes to responding. In an instant, her gun is out and she's laying down covering fire. If Wanda's powers don't stop the attack, bullets will have limited use, but it's rare they don't at least distract a thing or slow it down.

It only has to give them a few seconds to work with. When Wanda is even with her, she juts her chin toward a corner.]

This way.

Max | Camp Camp

[campnope]

Camping

[When Max wakes up in a tent, for a moment he thinks he's gone home. Then he realizes that that's dumb. He wouldn't remember Wonderland if her were home. Then he realizes he just thought of Camp Campbell as home, and he decides he definitely needs some coffee and to figure out what the fuck is going on.

He pushes his way out of the tent and looks around.]

Oh, you have got to be shitting me.

[The one good thing about Wonderland was that it wasn't camp. Now? He's fucking camping. Again.]

Text

Wow, this place is such an incredibly stupid waste of time. How do you people deal? It's not like anything we do matters. Not even death.

text

[pearlfectly]

It's not entirely useless. We have something of a community here.

Bruce Banner | MCU | let me know if you want to avoid IW stuff!

[7phds]

Monsters

Oh come on!

[So sounds the exasperated yell of one (1) exasperated scientist as he goes running through the halls. The source of his frustration would seem to be made clear mere heartbeats later; hot on his heels is what appears to be a giant brown beetle covered in all manner of refuse, as if it had spawned from the belly of some garbage dump before hunting down the rather unfortunate man.

And who knows? It may have indeed been so. This is Wonderland, after all.

But while the solution appears clear, things are rarely what they seem. Look close at the man and you’ll see him strain, not from the run, but almost against his own muscles. Veins bugle; his eyes squeeze tightly shut, and for a moment a flush of green can be seen creeping along his skin, muscles expanding beneath the surface—

But only for a moment. The effect recedes, and the man shouts once more between ragged gasps.]

You green son of a bitch!



Camping

[This, at least, is something Bruce is more familiar with. With night fallen he sits near a fire, quiet as he watches the wood burn. Granted, it’s been a long, long time since he had to spend the night in the woods. Years, between being an Avenger and Ultron and—

His mouth tightens; two years gone, and worse had followed.

(If it hadn’t—if Thanos hadn’t shown up. Would he even be Banner right now?)

He’s got a stick in hand. With it, he draws in the dirt. Calculations are far, far easier, and he works through an idle equation that’s got nothing to do with anything. Take the calculator away from the science nerd, right? Something like that.

Still. It’s nice out. Simpler.

It really has been a long time.]



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Monsters oh my!

[captain_america]

[ Tony had mentioned that Bruce hadn’t been able to hulk out when he had seen him, but Steve hadn’t really been able to picture that. Not until just now, when he saw it happen. He hadn’t never thought he’d hear those words come out of Bruce’s mouth but, well, it must have been an interesting two years.

He’s got a makeshift shield, and boy does he miss his old one in times like this, and he’s running towards Bruce and the giant beetle. ]

Get down! [ He yells in and hopes that Bruce’s muscle memory will respond, and he leaps, jumping over Bruce and slamming his shield down in the beetle’s neck. It splatters apart. Which is gross, so very gross. ]

harper mcintyre | the 100

[delinquere]

CAMPING

[ camping has become almost second nature to harper. she can easily get a fire roaring for food or heat or safety, but she can also coax it down to embers for heating things to cauterize wounds or s'mores, though she has zero idea what those actually are. the marshmallows were good and she promptly stuck four more in her mouth until she resembled a blonde chipmunk, but the roasting of the marshmallow to golden brown or ash is a concept that has thus far escaped her.

they didn't send 100 teenagers to earth with a bag of marshmallows. dicks.

she doesn't keep to herself on purpose but while her face still looks like she was on the wrong side of an asskicking, she finds herself trying to keep out of the way to avoid the questions. sometimes it can't be helped, like when someone just strikes up conversation with her mid-transformation to chipmunk and she has to struggle to swallow back four -- wait, is that five -- marshmallows before she can answer, or when someone gets a little too close to her fire. ]

Hey! Watch out!

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Tell me about your worlds. Before this place.

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camping

[teamfun]

[Louis is no stranger to roughing it. That's been the status quo since the world went to hell, after all. Marshmallows definitely didn't survive everything, so he's more than delighted to find more than he could ever possibly eat here.

He pauses, mid-way in walking past her and her fire- turning to see her- a loud bark of a laugh escaping him at the sight of her. ]

Woah, girl. I've got to give you points for gumption, but you know you don't have to eat 'em all at once, right?