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[postictal]

Who: Tim Wright and YOU! ...and guest
Where: It's a Wonderful Wonderlandland
When: January 19th - January 23rd
Rating: PG-13 probable
Summary: Tim's ideal world is simple. Incredibly simple. Except for the part where it's impossible.
The Story:

19th - 20th ; fantasy ; give me a boost over heaven's gate

Once he gets over how he has to shade his eyes against the diamond reflection of a too-bright sun, of the pumping lights and blinding colors of what looks like what might've been the end result if Lisa Frank took a couple tabs of acid and decided to start her very own apocalypse, he figures, correctly, that there's probably more to it than this. He prowls the edges of the bubble of increasingly absurd imagery, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It does.

He turns a corner, and there they are.

Sarah's hair falls back in a dark curtain as she laughs at something Seth just said. A little further - he can swear that's Jay there too, squirrely as ever, and the broad shoulders of a silhouette that couldn't belong to anyone but Brian.

But most startling, terrifying, unnatural than anything else, than the fact that they're there at all, is the way they all laugh and grin and joke freely and without abandon.

It's in the way they all look happy.

He doesn't breach that perfect world just yet. If this is his chance to watch what the world might have been without him, then why would he spoil it a second time? He can see them all like this, like they were meant to be, and no matter how thickly the nostalgia might build in his chest, how blindingly the ache of longing might tighten its stranglehold around his throat, he doesn't draw any nearer.

He simply settles down on the grass, draws his knees up beneath his chin, folds his arms around them and...watches.

21st - 23rd ; but i'm a missile that's guided to you;

Of course it wasn't real.

Apparently music is how you're supposed to destroy the things, but he's kind of lacking the instrumentation and an additional pair of willing voices for the sake of the three-part harmony that's supposed to be the kicker here. And, frankly, in his adrenaline-soaked, survivalist state, he doesn't have much of an instinct for memorization of lyrics from the Top Ten Hits From the Nineties listings in an off-brand version of a world not unlike his own.

It's kind of hard to be scared of zombies at this point, though. He'll give Wonderland that much; it sure knows how to desensitize.

He's not doing too badly, all things considered. You'll find him perched just alongside a sluggish river of viscous, rainbow-tinted water, having deftly dug a trench out from the sparkling earth and filled the bottom of the ditch with knitting needles, points up, to catch any one of the slavering horde that decides he looks interesting enough.

It's not a permanent measure by any means, but it's only until he can figure out how to get the busted karaoke machine he's been tinkering worth to start working again.

wildcard ; you're the one habit i just can't kick

[If you want a closed prompt with either Frisk or Tim, let me know here or at arrpee! Just because this is initially a Tim log doesn't mean I can't toss Frisk in if you wanna do something with them! I will match prose or brackets!]

Comments

[postictal]

Do I break into your house and start criticizing your weight?

[Tim might not be the best person, he knows. Lord, but he knows. He has trespassed. He has committed arson. He has kept great and terrible secrets. He has committed at least one purposeful murder and at least one non-purposeful one, and that's just in regards to home.]

No, because I'm not that much of an asshole.

[Even if this really doesn't count as, uh. A house. Like, at all.]

[scoutsniper]

[ He tilts his head. ]

Probably only because you can't figure a way to break into my room in the first place. [Other than that, he wouldn't put much past the weird kid. He was unpredictable. Frank is not fond of unpredictable. ]

[postictal]

[There is a lot he can say there. Like how he historically has, on occasion, broken into people's houses - but not while he was in the right state of mind. It certainly isn't a favored option of his.]

You really haven't gotten any better at not making small talk sound like a bunch of threats, huh? [It's a good thing he's not Jay or Alex, because he might have even interpreted that as a challenge. Thankfully, Tim's sense of self-preservation far surpasses any actual petty urge to prove the guy wrong.]

For what it's worth? I don't spend most of my time casing other people's places. Might wanna consider doing the same.

[scoutsniper]

[See? Unpredictable. Frank's not a fan. ]

Where was the goddam threat? [Goddammit, not this again. ]

Look. I'm just trying to say this is basically making yourself bait.

[postictal]

You do this thing where you take pretty simple figures of speech and kind of choose to interpret them in the most blunt, violent ways possible. You know that, right?

[Like, that's fine. That's valid. But he's not 100% sure that Frank actually realizes he's doing it.]

You know what happens when you try to hide in a building in a zombie apocalypse? You get backed into a corner, and the building gets surrounded, and then it's just playing the waiting game until you come out swinging.

[scoutsniper]

Maybe that's you. You doing that. Not me. [ Stop 'projecting' or whatever the fuck it's called.

SIGH.]


You know what happens when you hide out in the goddam open? You're in the GODDAM OPEN. Everyone can see you, and you got a back you can't protect.

[Listen up, he is trying to help you, godfuckingdammit]

[postictal]

That makes even less sense. And it's a stopgap, not a permanent establishment, Christ. If I get swarmed,
I move. [How stupid does he think he - ]

[You know what? It's fine. He probably thinks Tim is pretty goddamn stupid, and he's not even all the way wrong. He's not exactly a genius here.]

[scoutsniper]

By definition, if you get 'swarmed' you don't have any place to move.

[He's sure Tim's smart. Just not about this shit. Which is, in Frank's world, the only shit that actually matters.]

Look. I'm trying to make you not be dead. I don't even know how many times you've died here already.

[postictal]

Once, and it was because the mansion flooded, and it didn't even really count 'cause I woke up before the twenty-four hour mark.

[Rattled off with the breathless kind of ease that implies that's an answer that he's been sitting on for a while, in case people - case in point, right here - ever thought to ask.]

Though I'm not sure why you expect people to tell you after the stellar first impression you made last time you asked.

[scoutsniper]

Sure, if you say so. [ He can say whatever he wants: Frank ain't gonna believe it. Everything about this guy seems shady to him. ]

Because I'd like to think people have fucking realized I'm not the problem here.

[postictal]

Y'know, I've met a lot of paranoid people. I've been paranoid people. [He still is, he knows. Though when you run him up against Jay, he's not taking home the trophy there.]

In a lotta ways, you kinda take the cake.