arrival

[livemoore]

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???

Comments

[screwedontight]

And a lot of perks, depending on what makes you perky. A lot of people like it here. I did. You can have pretty much anything you want, but freedom and a tank, apparently.

[What happens when a career criminal fixates on one little thing.]

Hey, don't let me stop you. [said with a much more genuine smile that he's given lately.] I am all for freedom of expression in most people when it involves lack of clothing.

[livemoore]

Next time you see me, it'll be with more clothing, guaranteed. But I don't doubt you'd march valiantly for my right to a lack of clothing.

[ All in all, her welcome wagon could have been worse, and he at least made her smile, so there's that. ]

Thanks, for the information about this place. I feel...somewhat prepared.

[screwedontight]

Glad and with a smile.

[Some days Wonderland wasn't so bad.]

That said, this place is run on a bit of... well the only word for it is wish magic. Pick a room, think about how you want it to be, and you're all set. Same with the closets, though I've been told those can backfire.

I still have a tiny ray gun I need to test out and see if it actually disintegrates things.

[livemoore]

The closet gave you a ray gun? What were you trying to get? I'm guessing not that.

[ Or maybe he was, just not tiny sized??? But wait, going back to wish magic. ]

I don't have to pull out all of my decoration from the closet? I can just...think up a place?

[screwedontight]

Nine millimeter, actually. I've not pulled the trigger on the ray gun though. I don't trust this place not to have given me some kind of messed up weird but real thing.

[And if he had a freeze gun or something, he isn't sure he wants to know.]

The place you can just think up and it happens. Don't ask me how. My world doesn't have that kind of magic, or much of any kind, so I don't know how this all works.

[livemoore]

My world is severely lacking in this type of thing, too.

[ But what it lacks in magic it's making up in a growing zombie population, so. Go, Seattle? ]

Thank you. For kind of guiding me through the newbie process, I guess.

[screwedontight]

It's really just easier if you try, but I was lucky and had family here when I arrived.

Good luck, okay? If you need anything, I'm Seth and you can always holler on the device thing they should have given you.

[livemoore]

[ She appreciates it, and the gratitude on her face shows. ]

I'm Liv. And thanks again, Seth. I'll see you around, probably. Hopefully with a better wardrobe selection.