[open] Now, let's all agree to never be "creative" again.

[theothermrgray]

Who: A very tired Dorian and YOU
Where: Various bars around Wonderland and the spiffy new lake
When: Immediately after the Mirror catastrophe
Rating: PG13 for trauma and booze?
Summary: Dorian would like to forget that last event please. Thank you.
The Story:

5/20: The immediate aftermath

[The first thing he does after returning to the real side is smash the mirror in his room.]

[God. If that is what the mirror world is like, he really doesn't want to be part of it. Especially after what his Mirror did. Being trapped in the room like that. Thank goodness someone got him out, but still...]

[No, he's not going to relax in his room. He's going to venture out to the closest pub and spend the evening at the bar. Maybe they have absinthe to get his mind off things.]

5/21: Lake!

[The arrival of a beautiful lake is a welcome treat. It doesn't really make up for the chaos from the past week, but he'll visit it anyway.]

[You might stumble upon him and his rabbit near the edge of the lake, just calmly taking in the view. Feel free to say hello. He loves company.]

Comments

[sweartoyou]

[She got used to retreating into her room for long periods of time, to be fair.]

Fun...? [She pauses to think on this, then goes back to stroking along Basil's back.] ...I'm not sure I see much of a point in any of that. The clinic...provides a service not everyone is capable of performing. It makes sense. But everyone can get food, or items... Even if the closets don't always go along with it.

[theothermrgray]

[Dorian shrugs.] So there is. Perhaps it's not all fun and games, but the point I'm trying to get at is that some of our residents provide for the others. It's worth looking around the mansion.

[sweartoyou]

But...there's no purpose in it...

[people?? doing nice things just because????]

[theothermrgray]

There's no purpose in being trapped here either. People have to busy themselves somehow.

[Dorian's logic, probably.]

[sweartoyou]

Ah... Has that been confirmed? Someone might...have a reason...

[Not that she can think of any. There wasn't a lot she or Zack had in common with the people she'd met so far, and she hadn't been told to do anything in particular...]

[theothermrgray]

Honestly? Nobody here I have met was actively looking for this place.

[sweartoyou]

Ah... I don't mean any of us.

[With her free hand, she gestures back towards the mansion.]

What about whoever built this place? Or maybe even the author of the original story, somehow...? To continue it...