+ It's good that we can't see what isn't there +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE
Where: Wonderland and adjacent dimensions!
When: Friday, April 21st to Monday, April 24th
Rating: PG-13, warn if higher!
Summary: A place to list your tears throughout the event, and describe the worlds that can be seen or accessed through them. Event Post.
The Story:

While invisible zombies ravage Wonderland, tears are popping up everywhere! Through them characters can see versions of themselves from alternate universes. Some of them show a different version of Wonderland, some a different version of their home. Some are as benign as a character drinking coffee instead of tea, others are as drastic as somebody's entire personality changed completely.

On day one tears are so small as to barely even be recognisable. Faint voices and melodies can be heard through the tiny cracks if you step really close, but these brief and indistinct glimpses are barely even worth describing.

On day two tears have opened up wide enough to recognise them for what they really are. Yesterday's melodies will sound clearer, and the voices will become decidedly familiar, belonging to people characters know, sounding perhaps even like the characters themselves. Look through the tears and they may catch sight of home, or something that merely looks like another part of Wonderland. The tears are yet narrow and instable though, and the field of vision is correspondingly poor.

On day three the tears have grown a great deal. The worlds beyond them can be seen and heard, though most cannot be interacted with at all. Only the biggest ones are already stable enough for characters to stick their hand inside, and pulls through any objects within reach.

On the fourth and last day some tears have finally become large and stable enough for characters to pass through whole. Not all tears will reach this stage, but those who have can be visited, and the world beyond them explored... at each character's own peril.

Comments

Day 3?? whichever one it is that allows me to do something stupid like this

[mcgucket]

[... Wow, this might honestly have to be the tear we mem-wipe from our minds later in comparison to even the more nightmarish tears we have caught glimpses of here and there.

In all seriousness though, Fiddleford peeks into this one with something akin to curiosity just in time to see... a teal-colored raccoon stepping up close enough to the tear that it can be touched.]

What in tarnation?

[Why do the raccoons in this world look like they were drawn and colored by Lisa Frank? Against better judgement, Fiddleford reaches out a hand towards it through the tear... and the raccoon responds by grabbing at his arm and getting pulled out to our side for the ride when he had attempted to retract his arm back in alarm.

There is now an unnaturally colored raccoon in Wonderland clinging onto our arm here. Someone please help.]

[charlastan]

[Stan rounds the corner with his trusty baseball bat, which one might think would be to get rid of the zombies, but no -- the truth is that Stan's just been plotting to reach into that tear and swing it around in the hopes that he might break whatever's playing that horrible music.

He stops when he sees McGucket though and just stares for a minute.]

What the heck? Put that thing back! It's prolly got, I dunno, rainbow rave rabies or something.

[mcgucket]

You don't actually think I meant for this to happen, do you?

[And he is trying very hard to put this thing back where it belongs, but it is holding fast to his arm here.]

[charlastan]

[The pause is just a little too long for comfort, honestly.]

...Honestly? There was prolly a 50/50 shot, 'cause it's you.

[What?! He marries a raccoon later!]

[mcgucket]

[seriously stan? is this really the time??]

What in the Sam Hill is that supposed to mean?

[charlastan]

[This is the precise moment that Stan remembers the promise he made to Ford:

"Please. Please let me handle telling him about his insanity and raccoon wife. I want to take it one step at a time."

...Welp. Fuck.]

Uh...Nothin'! Nothin' at all! Here, lemme help you with that, pal!

[And instead of answering, he reaches over to try and help pry the teal raccoon off of Fidds.]

[mcgucket]

[This raccoon appears to be oddly determined to stick to Fiddleford here, as it now crawls from Fiddleford's arm to cling on to his head and back, little raccoon paws digging into his hair here for grip.]

If this critter gets it's claws at my eyes, I'm seriously considerin' swearin' off their kind for good...

[Though, despite what he says, it doesn't look like it's actively trying to do that?]

[charlastan]

[Stan is trying so hard here, but even he can't help but snicker.]

That's where you draw the line, huh? Eye-clawing? Good to know!

[To his credit though, he does keep trying to grab the damn raccoon off of McGucket.]

[mcgucket]

[Fiddleford opens his mouth to say something at that, but then there's suddenly a voice that can be heard a little louder now, coming from the other side of the tear...]

"Yo, Raccoon Wife! Where'd you skit-skattle off to this time?"

[... Sounds like the Old Rad Man McGucket of that universe has noticed that his raccoon is missing, though it doesn't look like he's noticed the tear.

Fiddleford, though...]

... Did that man just say what I think he just said?

[charlastan]

Uh...

[Stan tries to look as inconspicuous as possible, but ultimately that makes him look guiltier than anything. So, he goes for a different approach.]

Look. McGucket. There's one very important thing you gotta remember about all this, alright?

[He slings an arm over his shoulder like they are good pals and leans in conspiratorially, trying his best to ignore the raccoon clinging to Fidds' head.]

The important thing is that you didn't learn any of this from me. Not a goddamn thing, alright? You tell Ford and he's gonna think I blabbed to you and you're not gonna fling me under the bus here. You had this epiphany all on your own and I've got nothin' to do with it.

[Just, you know. Covering his bases here.]

[mcgucket]

... Okay?

[That is literally all he can think of saying to this, Stanley. He has no idea what is going on and why you are telling him this.]

[charlastan]

Great! Glad we had this talk!

[Did you want an explanation? Because you're not getting one. To his credit though, Stan does start trying to pull Mrs. McGucket off him again. He's probably pulling too hard, but he never wants to be in the same room as McGucket and a raccoon again.]

[mcgucket]

[Luckily, the raccoon finally has enough of being pulled on and jerked around, finally letting go and falling back through the tear... leading to the owner's voice being heard spoken again about a few feet farther away.]

"There ya are! I swear, one of these days you're gonna take a tumble into a rabbit hole of some whacked-out dimension if you keep runnin' off like that..."

[... Thankfully, Rad Man McGucket is a bit too preoccupied with his wife and his own weird thoughts to actually notice said tear that the raccoon had gone through, but Fiddleford is going to step back away from this fucking thing anyway just on the off chance they can somehow.]