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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

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Comments

[postictal]

Right.

[He hefts one of the "stakes" from the bottom of his dug-out trench, stupid as it feels to be wielding an oversized knitting needle, and sets his jaw. It's better than a dinky little knife, and it has better reach.]

[And he can use it to vault over his stake-pit, in a pinch.]

Let's do it.

[mrsarcastic003]

[Tim has his own staff, so he's not as worried about snagging a needle from the spiky trench. He stands up, holding the machine, and then sets it off before pitching it as hard as he can, away from the two of them.]

Okay, let's go--a different direction than that.

[Between the music and the feedback, the noise is simply... stunning.]

[postictal]

[YEP. MOVING. TIME TO GET MOVING.]

[That definitely gets the attention of the straggling chain of zombies, which gets the attention of a great deal more as they start to swarm in on the blaring speaker.]

[Tim slams the pointed end into the trench, vaults over it, and lands with a stagger that nearly pitches into a roll.]

Got any idea where we should actually go? [THIS WAS A GOOD PLAN.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[Tim takes his own flying leap and lands safely on the other side. He glances over his shoulder at the assembling horde of zombies and points in the opposite direction.

A+ planning. Not getting surrounded by zombies is a good thing.]

I like that way.

[postictal]

[Vague, but he'll take it. He starts off at a pretty decent pace, but he's a pretty out of shape chain-smoker; this was never going to end well. He'll never be a sprinter, and he kinda knew that already, but maybe he can manage to torque this into more of a marathon.]

[Hopefully.]

That's...gonna work out until we...get cornered again, [he manages between breaths.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[Cardio, Tim, and lay off the smokes. He checks his pace a little bit, though, because it doesn't seem like they're being pursued, so they can afford to let adult Tim catch his breath a little.

Teen Tim is not out of breath when he responds.]

We should try not to let that happen, probably.

[postictal]

[His respiratory system has always hated him, but to be fair, it's not as though he's helped that any.]

[He slows and stops gratefully, trying not to sound a little like he's dying as he sucks in a couple breaths that almost emerge wheezes. Good thing he doesn't have it in him to be self-conscious.]

Well, I'd kind of like to know where we might be able to go where they can't get to us, y'know?

[mrsarcastic003]

[Tim hesitates.]

...That I don't know. Have you checked in with anyone? There might be someplace safe set up.

[postictal]

No one who's been staying put.

[Hence why his measures have all been stopgap, precautionary skips in the road at best; far from permanent, and far from viable in the long-term.]

You?

[mrsarcastic003]

Not yet. I've been looking for my friends, but so far, no luck.

[postictal]

I'd say check the network, but pretty much everyone's going on and on over there. Hard to keep track of who's where.

[And he hasn't seen many people he recognizes. Not George. Not Jay. God - Jay. He'd better not be dead or worse by now.]

I mean, I hate to be the guy to point this out, but picking a direction and heading there until we run into someone we maybe know is not exactly the best plan? But I dunno what our alternatives are.

[mrsarcastic003]

...We could split up. It would double our chances.

[His tone is dubious. He's a little worried about adult Tim--both his ability to run and to defend himself.]

[postictal]

Or it'd put us right back where we started.

[Since when is "splitting up" ever a good option? It's literally never a good option.]

Unless we designate some kind of meeting place, which - I dunno. Any ideas?

[mrsarcastic003]

[...Literally every horror movie ever would agree, actually.

He grins at the question, though.]

Probably not where we just came from.

Or we could stick together and start frantically texting our friends.

[postictal]

[You don't go about being a protagonist from a horror canon without learning a thing or two, that's for damn sure.]

If we can find someplace high up, maybe - it's not perfect, but it means they're less likely to figure out how to get to us. [A grimace, and he adds:] Really rather not climb a stuffed animal tree, if it's all the same to you.

[mrsarcastic003]

Agreed. They're creepy. But we could probably find a hill or a neon building to climb. [pause] The building might be the better bet if we don't want them to follow.

[postictal]

Unless they can break through doors. If there's enough of them, that's always a chance.

Have you seen any buildings? ['Cause, uh, he sure hasn't. Probably since the event actually started? But then, he's been pretty out of the loop.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[He makes a face.]

They're around. I think that a lot of them are construct of people's fantasies. When they first arrived, so... Maybe not the safest landing places.

There are always really big rocks?

[postictal]

Or rock candy. Apparently.

[He points. There are, indeed, a collection of mountains that resemble jagged chunks of rock candy protruding from the ground in multicolored swathes. Aside from the cartoony look to them, some of them look like they might be scalable. Assuming they can hold their weight.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[He raises his eyebrows as he glances over. Well, it's a good vantage point if it works.]

...Let's do it.

[postictal]

[He doesn't need further instruction - off he goes, at less of a sprint and more of a jog, because he's still a shade winded and it pays to pace yourself before you settle in to do some extreme climbing. Thankfully, the zombies are shambling and slow enough in their gait that there's time to climb the rock candy mountains properly. Hopefully.]

And here I should've known it'd be a good idea to bring my mountain climbing gear.

[Brian used to - ]

[He's not thinking about Brian.]

[mrsarcastic003]

Same.

[Last time he sleeps without his belt, really. Cissie and Kon can laugh at him until the end of time, but he is done getting caught flat-footed. He keeps pace with Adult Tim easily, keeping an eye out for zombies as they go. So far, so good.]

[postictal]

[Thankfully, the craggy texture gives them plenty of hand- and footholds, and he sets about digging his feet into the foot of the nearest mountain, vaulting himself upward. He pauses, shoots a look down at the younger Tim, and it'd probably be kind of decent to say something, to offer at least, instead of just assuming, even if he's pretty sure he already knows what the answer is going to be:]

You, uh, you need help?

[Yeah, he didn't think so.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[He glances up at him with a quick grin. He's not having any trouble with the climb, It's not that he spends a lot of time rock climbing, but climbing the sides of buildings is excellent practice for this kind of thing.]

I think I'm good.

[postictal]

...yeah. Figured.

[He's a regular little acrobat, this guy. And very clearly the superior Tim - it's already apparent that in a fight to the death, he'd easily come out on top. At least Tim W. doesn't trend toward feelings of inadequacy in regards to that sort of competitive mindset. He's already aware that he's pretty damn inadequate.]

So I guess we can just wait it out from up here, then.