entrancelogs | [Open] I'm a professional thief

Who: Seth and Anyone
Where: Here, there, a bit of everywhere.
When: during the event
Rating: PG unless otherwise stated
Summary: Seth's taking advantage of all that's at their fingertips.
The Story:

[FLYING CARS, DAMMIT!]

Let's be honest, the moment Seth saw that there were flying cars, he knew what the first thing he was going to do was. Sure he had what passed for money in this place, and he had a lot of options that meant he could just get himself a car and enjoy it for as long as he wanted.

Yeah, that wasn't nearly as entertaining as seeing if he could obtain a car. In the end, Seth Gecko was a thief and damned if being in Wonderland where the closet pretty much gave you what you wanted hadn't made him complacent even in a short time. It was time to ensure that having the things he wanted in the world - people and wardrobe and everything else combined - hadn't destroyed his skills.

So he is likely to toy with a few of them, working on finding those that are easy to open, trying to figure out the dynamics enough to hot wire the car. In the end he finds one left running though, and that is what he borrows for a while. Definitely flying like he drives, fast, controlled, dangerous. There's times he'll stop, maybe try another one he might find. Easy to find when he's not showing off.

[FUN BEFORE BUSINESS]

When he's not driving, or working on the heist that had become the best part of this event Wonderland had dropped them in, Seth is just doing what he can to have fun. Trying various alien liquors, enjoying some, avoiding others, assured some of them were going to eventually leave him under the table.

There's dancing in there, mostly from the alcohol and he's enjoying himself. Some time spent in the arena, finding it a good practice as well as entertaining with the laser tag with others and against the "house". Even the arcade gets hit up, for reasons that are all about him just enjoying himself and totally not trying to win a prize for Kate or anything. It didn't make up for all he'd done to her, but he believed in their life here, Richie, Seth and Kate. The people she wanted in his life.

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Hard to say, at this point. He'd really be the wrong guy to ask, what with his already preexisting memory issues on top of the manufactured ones Wonderland seems to enjoy laying thick atop said amnestic proclivities. At this rate, it could pluck entire months from his head, and he'd probably be none the wiser.

Maybe it already has.

"I dunno. I mean - I don't think so? I think it's just...the stuff from home. 'S gotta be." He frowns, staring numbly ahead at the flying car's stupid flying dashboard without really seeing it. "That's why these events, these things, they're from home. Or - the homes of people who're here."

That is the true issue with this place. How would they know if they lost anything? Memories were fluid anyway, with some many that people forgot until a smell or a voice or something of the sort triggered them to surface once more.

"Do the people who are from these worlds keep their memories?" Frowning as he asks that, though Seth makes a sound. "God, I hope nothing from our world ever shows up here. No one needs to deal with that." With them.

"I think they forget, like...words. Concepts, maybe. Like, one at a time." That's just from whatever limited snooping he's done on the network. He's not exactly the best person to ask where that's concerned; if he's lucky, nothing from his world shows up here either.

Knowing his track record, he's extremely not liable to be very lucky at all. Tim grimaces.

"You and me both."

"So every time one of these psycho events happens, while we're evading death and everything comes with it, they're trying to take what? Specific memories? Maybe they need to remind people of their homes to get specific memories?"

He's mostly considering, talking out loud, constantly trying to make sense of this place and all that's in it. The why of it all.

"Maybe it's not the memories fueling it at all," says Tim, a thickening, unpleasant mass curdling in his gut. "Maybe it's just...us. Us being here."

And here he thought Wonderland was a polite alternative to the entire sprawl of a whole world to, potentially, infect with his assorted bullshit. And, well. That instinct sure as hell had been a bit overly optimistic, hadn't it?

Just a tad. Just a fraction. Just a hair.

"What about us though?" Honestly asking, curious about that frame of thought. So many had told Seth they thought it was the memories, he realizes he hadn't thought about other options.

"Makes you wonder then if it's all of us, or some of us."

"What's it even want with the rest of us, then?" He immediately wishes he hadn't voiced the question at all, his lowered-brow frown tightening into an apprehensive scowl. "If it's only using some of us as - what, batteries? - then why're the rest of us even here?"

And he swears to god, if the answer is something along the lines of personal amusement, he's not gonna be real happy about that.

"Yeah, it has to be more than that," he admits. "Why else the rest of us? It's not like this place doesn't seem pretty full of people."

He snorts, shaking his head. "I can think of answers, but they all suck and are about people being dicks," he notes, which is totally not saying personal amusement while saying just that.

"Can't say I'm gonna argue with you there," says Tim, lightly, as though they're discussing little more than the weather and not the machinations of a potentially genius loci in the middle of a goddamned flying car in a mnemonic reproduction of someone else's homeworld.

You know, normal stuff.

"But speaking of which, I'd kinda like to be on the ground now." If it's not too much trouble.

Entirely normal when you were calling Wonderland home these days. Which was probably the most disturbing moment in Seth's time so far in Wonderland.

"Right. Fine," he said, smirking as he shifted the gears, letting the car fairly coast downward, the most sedate "driving" he had done. "Thanks for the insight. I'm still trying to work out all of this shit."

"No problem," says Tim, pulling the words out with a dry undertone he doesn't entirely mean, but - whatever, right? Batting directionless one-liners back and forth is pretty typical for him, and probably more than acceptable for Seth.

Either way, it's kind of a relief to be standing on decidedly solid ground again.

"Not really the best guy for Wonderland trivia, but I guess I've been here long enough to know how shit can get."

He'd trapped himself in a car with Seth, and Seth had taken advantage of it, but he hadn't been malicious about it. He just wished he knew more about this place.

"I just want answers, not that I've found them yet. Of course, from what I understand, no one know anything. At least we have this," he notes. "Never know when I'll get to fly a car again."

"I'll keep my fingers crossed," Tim offers wryly, even if he's not hopeful that this'll be a frequent occurrence. Wonderland doesn't tend to dispense pleasant events like these very frequently.

He'll take it, though. For however long it lasts.

"Don't get arrested by any space cops, yeah?"

Seth snorts, giving a smirk at that. "I'll do my best." Which was definitely a plan given what else they had planned for the time in this place.

"Try and have some fun. Death could be right around the corner any time."

"Thanks for the reminder."

As if he needs it. He only sounds disgruntled in a purely desultory sense as he makes his departure with little more than a rolling shrug of his shoulders in lieu of a wave.

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