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[NYE Party] happy new year and lots of fun

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering décor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.

Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown. ]

[ Where will you be when the clock strikes midnight? ]

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It's [she pauses thoughtfully to think of a way of responding that isn't isn't a recon report] beautiful.

[Maybe that's a little too honest. It sounds weird to her ears as she says it, but it was beautiful. It was clean and ornate and people were dancing and smiling and having fun and there was food and drinks and it was like something out of a movie. And she hasn't even seen a movie in years. It just all looked so untouched by destruction and that isn't something she's seen in a long while.]

Easier to hear the music inside anyway.

[... Beautiful. Yes, it is.

Music has always given R a way to imagine the way that Living might feel. When he puts on a Sinatra record and sits with the music humming through his body, he can try to fool himself that it isn't just the beat of the music that he feels in his ears, that the breaths he takes each time a new line begins are necessary.

He glances out of the alcove he's tucked into, along the corridor to the open door.]

Don't think I'd... be welcome.

Why not? [Watching him curiously. It's not like she can say he's wrong. She knows so little about this place.] Did you have a falling out with an entire ballroom full of people?

[Shrug. She can't see him well enough to be able to tell, he thinks. It's that, or she's just used to people who look like him and isn't thinking anything of it.]

Don't want t... to scare anyone.

I walked through the wall a few times and barely managed to scare anyone. [Not that she was trying to scare anyone.] You got something better than that? [Getting a better look at him she can tell he looks...not quite right, but considering she had a student with three feet of extra gray skin and a teammate who was blue and fuzzy with glowing eyes and a demon's tail it wasn't exactly screaming different to her.]

[Does he? He'd probably frighten a few more people if he could walk through walls on top of the things he already had about him that frightened people.

Having something 'better' depends entirely on what people are afraid of, he'd suppose. As for what R is afraid of... he's working on it.]

I'm dead.

[Is that better?]

[Well, that was not something she expected and yet it makes a certain amount of sense to her. Maybe not the right kind of sense, but her last memory before getting pulled into this place was of something she definitely couldn't have survived. So, she hesitates before responding. Of course, he does look more corpse-like than she does.]

I'm talking to you. How dead can you be?

[... Okay.

Give him a second. Dead joints get creaky and stiff when they're left in one position for too long, and it takes him a few seconds to coordinate himself properly and stand up.

He's got better at holding decent posture, and he might not even shuffle as he walks by her and into better light by the door. Then, he shrugs.

R might be good at walking like a Living person, but he still doesn't look like one.]

Last time I... checked... Pretty dead.

[She looks him over. The signs are more pronounced in the light, but it still doesn't make sense to her.]

How? Did this happen here or back home?

Back home.

[It's not obvious how. R doesn't have any chunks missing - in fact, he's remarkably well-preserved for a dead person.]

Don't re-.. remember how.

[She's relieved to hear the decomposed vibe happened before he got here for her own reasons.]

I have a strange question then... Are you okay? [Does it hurt? Is he dangerous? I mean, he's kind of a zombie, right? Is calling someone a zombie rude?]

... Yeah.

[Is he okay? Well, he's dead, but he's still walking around, still in one piece, and he isn't getting urges to eat people or pick bits of his skin off.

All in all, he's felt more alive here than he ever has.]

I'm okay.

[She did say it was a strange question.]

Well, then maybe you should go party. If that's what you want. You're only undead once? [She's still not entirely sure what to make of it honestly, but he's different and she gets being different. She's always been different in one way or another, usually several.]

[He glances to the door, and there's a certain amount of longing in his expression, but--... no. No, going in there would not be a good idea. R shakes his head and steps back.]

Better not.

[Having seen first-hand the kind of panic that someone who looks like him walking into a large group of people can do, it's just... better if he doesn't.] Not good with c-... crowds.

I'm telling you, none of them seem to know how to be properly scared of things in there. [It's very strange and she's not sure what to make of it even if it's better than what she's used to. But she wonders if he also dislikes crowds. In which case, fair enough.]

Your call though.

[He does smile a little at that, because she has a point. None of the reactions he's come across in this place have been ones he would call 'normal'. Sure, a few people have pointed guns his way but no one has screamed, or shouted, or actually shot him, or even pointed out to the mansion at large that there's a zombie present.

It really is weird.]

Maybe... next time. [Big maybe.] But you sh-.. should, if you want to...

[She nods. Content not to push any further there.]

Honestly, I don't really know what I want right now. I'm having...a day. Which is something coming from me.

[A day? He actually gets that. R's had a lot of those days lately.

He gives a sympathetic nod.]

Wanna... talk about it?

No. [It's her immediate answer. Back home to keep moving, keep focused you had to just close yourself off to things or push them down. There wasn't a lot of time to explore feelings and deal with issues. There was always another fight. Another day to survive.]

I think I died. [So, apparently she's talking about it anyway. But somethings you really have to get off your chest and dying is pretty big. And he's easy to talk to because dead men tell no tales? Or maybe because he just shared his own story with her.] It's the last thing I remember before I was here. [Except she's alive in every way she's ever known herself to be alive.]

Edited 2018-02-14 03:31 (UTC)

[No, she says, and he's okay with that, but then she starts talking anyway and he listens in silence, watching her face while she speaks.

R doesn't remember dying. What he remembers is waking up, alone and so hungry, in the middle of a forest and knowing somehow that he had to find his way to people.]

... S-sorry.

Yeah, well...nothing you haven't been through, right? [Not that she can really write it off that easily, but she also can't quite feel it. She can't deal with something like that right now when she has all the rest of this to deal with first.]

[Shrug...]

Don't... remember. Just remember... this.

[The smallest gesture at himself. He doesn't remember dying, but he knows a lot about being dead. It's... probably not the same thing.]

Nothing from be... fore.

You don't remember dying or... You don't remember anything about your life?

What about your name? I'm Kitty.

Both.

[He wishes, often and quite fervently, that he could remember something. Those thoughts had faded, temporarily, when he was with Julie and all he really wanted to remember was the time he'd spent with her, but being in Wonderland had awakened his curiosity about himself.

Memories he didn't know he had had already been shown to him. How could he not wonder about what else his mind might be keeping from him?]

I'm... R. [Shrug.] That's... all I remember.

I don't know if that sounds horrible or like a relief. Both I guess. [She would absolutely never choose to give up her memories. She'd fight like hell to keep them. But she also knows she'd probably be happier without them. There's a lot of pain there.]

R it is then. [She offers her hand, you know, for shaking.]

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