Liv Moore (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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entrancelogs2017-07-10 11:49 am
livemoore) wrote in entrancelogs2017-07-10 11:49 am
arrival
Who: Liv Moore and you!
Where: Just inside the mansion
When: July 10th
Rating: G-PG?
Summary: Your typical dead girl arrival in Wonderland.
The Story:
[ Being a tabloid cover girl in the most unflattering photo ever isn't fair. It's like when someone judges Britney Spears by her 2008 hair shaving incident even today when she's mostly just judging singing competition shows. One moment of being pissed off in a zombie rage doesn't define Liv or the entire zombie population. But try telling anyone that and you'll probably get a gun waved in your face.
Still, it's a crappy picture and she has to worry about someone recognizing her because of it. Wearing a bathrobe, she leans over in her bedroom to wrap her freshly dyed (a more natural blonde) hair in a towel, only to stand up straight again and come face to face with...
...not her bedroom wall, that's for sure. It's a door, an outside door, because she's standing on the porch of a giant mansion where her apartment building used to be. ]
Uh...
[ She's naked. Well, practically naked, outside, and steps inside quickly, closing the door behind her. Did she fall? Hit her head? Is this some kind of weird, new and enhanced memory that she actually becomes a part of once she eats brains? ]
...Hello?
[ Is she like Scrooge in that one Christmas story where no one else can see or hear her because she's dead? ]
Can anyone hear me? Or see me? Preferably both?
[ There's a brochure, so she picks it up. Wonderland. Wonderland? She has to just. ]
Wonderland???
Where: Just inside the mansion
When: July 10th
Rating: G-PG?
Summary: Your typical dead girl arrival in Wonderland.
The Story:
[ Being a tabloid cover girl in the most unflattering photo ever isn't fair. It's like when someone judges Britney Spears by her 2008 hair shaving incident even today when she's mostly just judging singing competition shows. One moment of being pissed off in a zombie rage doesn't define Liv or the entire zombie population. But try telling anyone that and you'll probably get a gun waved in your face.
Still, it's a crappy picture and she has to worry about someone recognizing her because of it. Wearing a bathrobe, she leans over in her bedroom to wrap her freshly dyed (a more natural blonde) hair in a towel, only to stand up straight again and come face to face with...
...not her bedroom wall, that's for sure. It's a door, an outside door, because she's standing on the porch of a giant mansion where her apartment building used to be. ]
Uh...
[ She's naked. Well, practically naked, outside, and steps inside quickly, closing the door behind her. Did she fall? Hit her head? Is this some kind of weird, new and enhanced memory that she actually becomes a part of once she eats brains? ]
...Hello?
[ Is she like Scrooge in that one Christmas story where no one else can see or hear her because she's dead? ]
Can anyone hear me? Or see me? Preferably both?
[ There's a brochure, so she picks it up. Wonderland. Wonderland? She has to just. ]
Wonderland???
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Did that...was it..
...Magic. That was magic. I'm usually wordier than this but...you just pulled an entire outfit from an empty closet.
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[ She'll be bitter forever. ]
Anything you'll need works the same way, so don't hesitate to do anything you'd like to make a room of your choosing a bit homier. I can give you some privacy to change, then come back to explain more if you'd like.
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[ This woman was human and part of some witch hunt. Now imagine if anyone anywhere found out she was a zombie. ]
Yeah, I'll go do that. Hang on.
[ She moves into the bathroom and changes quickly, and when she comes out, just kind of...lays her robe and towel on the ground because what else is she going to do with them? She can get another robe from that fancy closet later. ]
So, I guess we should get the basics out of the way. How long have you been here, and what do you do?
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[ Literally in her case, but whatever. ]
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[ Just based on her clothing, anyway. ]
I'm a doctor. Well, I was a doctor. I'm an assistant medical examiner now. I guess the title can still count, sort of.
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That's quite a change of career path. What made you decide to spend your time in what I assume is a basement?
[ Claire doesn't ask flippantly, she's simply curious. Doctor to coroner is a leap. ]
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That's...a huge difference. [ And she has more questions, but for now she'll answer Claire's. Sort of. ]
I was in an accident. It...sort of changed my entire life. I used to be engaged. Now that's over, too. Hanging out with dead people, they're...less judgy. Easier to deal with.
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I'm sorry to hear that. Though, you're not wrong about the dead.
[ She gives the explanation a brief moment of silence before continuing. ]
How would you feel about taking up practicing medicine again, here in Wonderland? I realize you're new, so please think about it before feeling like you have to reply. But we could use more non-magic dependent healers here.
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[ Being a doctor is all she'd wanted, and to kind of have that again would be...amazing, actually. ]
I don't have to think about it. I want to. I mean, maybe after I'm here for a few days but, yes.
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It certainly is a thing, and I'm glad to hear you're on board. I'll add you to a list I plan to send out of healers in Wonderland. Sort of an emergency contact for when immediate attention is needed. It's a sort of permanent on call status, but things tend to only be dire when the events happen.
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[ And find out what the brain situation is. ]
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[ Everything about the situation somehow feels calmer now, and for that, Liv is grateful. ]