entrancelogs | open -- event post with starters

Who: Wendy and Nathaniel. Wendy and Frank. Wendy and Stan. Wendy and YOU?
Where: Arqa. Tiziah. Open
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG-13? Warning for Stan in his underwear, just saying
Summary: Wendy has more guts than skills. Open to anything but starters within.
The Story:

Wendy woke up in a strange room, in a strange place, with a strange feeling. Nothing around her looks familiar, the sounds that seem just beyond hearing are upsetting to say the least, and she is really wishing for even a faulty flashlight if this is going to turn into some kind of horror movie. Instead she has on cozy and at least not embarrassing pajamas, and her crossbow beside her.

Sadly she has about three bolts to her name.

It isn't long before she realizes she's facing monsters. It's her first really horrific event and she is determined not to end up a casualty of it. She isn't going to die, dammit.

Working to find things to adapt as more bolts, she spends much of her time moving as quietly as she can, finding hiding places as she finds herself moved from one level to another, a hard look on her face and eyes narrowed.

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Wonderland hasn't been that bad to Wendy. Suddenly she is wishing for the return of Gravity Falls, and the oncoming first days of school. That had been her deepest horror, this was now the number top prize.

Some prize.

And she is beginning to think that she would love to trade back for wherever she had been before that had creepy dad images and not really creepy kids.

Kids are creepy! She is one. She knows. She has brothers, and these kids "playing" before her are definitely way beyond anything creepy that her brothers could have done.

Since her brother's never had a... maybe a body? to play with.

Not wasting one of her remaining bolts, Wendy picks up something, heavy it at the two kids "toying" with, figuring she needs to get closer and see if it's actually a person or not.

They scatter and as she gets closer, Wendy realizes she can't tell, and that's worse than if it was a person.

"I don't even want to know whose messed up world this was," she mutters, moving further down the hall, away from whatever remains and hopefully away from the children, whatever they are.

Stan is having similar problems with these little gremlin children down the hall, except he's got a couple at his feet and he's only armed with his underwear and a baseball ball.

"Ugh! Get off me, you little trolls!"

He kicks a couple away from him, and then hits one hard enough with his bat that it goes sailing--

--right towards Wendy. Oops.

"Uh-oh. DUCK!"

For a moment Wendy is stunned. Either by the mess of children... or the sight of Mr Pines in his underwear. Though to be honest, in that moment, it's no contest. Why? Why is this something she has to see?

Dropping down to a crouch, reaching up and shoving it into the wall as hard as she can from that position. Slowly raising her gaze and then looking away suddenly.

"OH MY GOD, MR PINES. WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?" Says the girl in footie pjs. "Also, behind you!"

"Woah--!" Stan swings around and cracks his bat into a child-monster's skull, and beats it down a couple more times.

"I didn't HAVE any!" he finally yells. "I sleep like this and Wonderland didn't exactly give us a change of clothes!"

One of the monsters bites his bat and he lifts it up and tries to violently shake it off - and when he does, he finally gets a good look at Wendy and laughs.

"Are you in footie pajamas? Ha! Never woulda guessed that one!"

Wendy winces. They're evil kids but it's still going to make her flinch. They're kids. Maybe. Pretending to be kids, might be a better way of thinking about it. Especially not as she kicks one of them running at her, slamming her foot into it as hard as she can and sending the beastie flying backwards.

"Well start wearing more clothes to sleep in!" She's trying to keep an eye out, and not directly look at her boss at the same time. No. No. This is not a good view.

"What?" She looks down at herself, making a face. "They're warm, and woodland." With pink, and footie feet.

Stan laughs more at that. "Psh. What do I look like, Ford? I'm not paranoid enough to change what I sleep in just 'cause Wonderland's terrible!"

That kind of life is behind him. He is old and he's earned the right to sleep in whatever the hell he wants. On the upside, they're putting a good dent in the evil child monsters both literally and figuratively. Their numbers are dwindling and Stan and Wendy have a pretty good height advantage on the remaining critters.

"Look, just be glad I had something on, alright?"

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"Maybe paranoid is not bad," she says, making a face. "And don't take about what he wears either. Things I don't need to know, Mr Pines. Ever."

It's hard carrying on a conversation when you're totally not looking at someone. Of course, focusing on killer kids, and bashing in their heads with the butt of her crossbow? Well that does make it a tiny bit easier.

"Stop that!"

Mental images she doesn't need! She's totally asking the closet later for brain bleach. She bets in Wonderland it's real and not just a meme.

Stan cackles. Harassing Wendy almost makes fighting monsters worth the trouble.

"What? It's true!" he says, as though he doesn't understand at all why she's upset. "This place could've left me here buck naked and cold! I'm just lookin' on the bright side for once!"

He gets what's coming to him though, as one of the kids sinks their teeth into his ankle. Stan hisses in pain, but sucks it up enough to fight.

"Ow!! No, bad! Bad demon kid!"

He smacks the monster child a couple times with his bat until it finally lets go, probably harder than necessary.

"You know, if I accidentally shot you, no one would blame me," she says, not that she's planning to do so. She actually likes Mr Pine, even if she plans on giving him shit. All the time. Especially for this.

"Hey! He's mine to harass," she teases, though she comes closer, kicking it hard with an upward lift the moment it let go. "These aren't like real kids messed up by this place, are they?"

She almost might feel guilty if they were. Kind of. Maybe.

"I'd blame you!" he says. "I'd blame you, and I'd come back and haunt you, and I'd be stuck in whatever I died in, so you'd be stuck with me haunting you in my underwear for the rest of your life."

He knows she isn't really planning on it, but picking on her is part of his job as her boss.

"Eh. Probably not. Granted, I haven't seen Dipper or Mabel around yet, but I haven't heard anythin' about people turnin' in to monsters." Then, he mutters under his breath, "At least it's not freakin' zombies again."

"You're be shot," she argues back. "And betting someone here knows how to exorcise you. If that's a word,' she adds, not entirely sure it is. "Also, ew."

So utterly ew. She totally didn't need those thoughts, or to be haunted by Mr Pines in his underwear.

"Okay, so they could be real kids?" Dammit, that's thoughts she doesn't need. Like they could be her brothers? Nope, she doesn't like that idea at all. "Zombies? Like why could you say that?"

She's been lucky about them. So far.

"I doubt it - weirdo monsters usually only have so much wrong with them or the story gets too long and complicated," he says. "Weird demon goblin children is short and sweet; if you add too much to the lore it gets hard to remember."

Says expert fake-lore-creator Stan Pines.

"Because we've had them way too many times since I got here! I'll be happy if I never see another zombie in my whole life."

"You know this isn't the Mystery Shack, right?" Because he totally sounds like he's in the Shack and she's just sitting behind the register. Damn, what she wouldn't give to just be sitting behind the register again listening to this.

Wendy rolls her eyes at him. "I second that. I never want to see them again." She's only seen them once, but that was one time too many.

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