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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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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?

[...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.

[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.

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.

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.]

[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?

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.]

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

...Let's do it.

[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.]

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.]

[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.]

[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.

...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.

[He nods his agreement.]

I know these zombies are anything but typical, but I'm pretty sure that most of them don't have the coordination for rock climbing, so we're probably safe.

[He hopes.]

If they do, uh...it was nice knowing you?

[He will casually and willingly accept the sweet embrace of horrifying zombie death if it comes to that, though he’ll do his best to fight like hell on the way out. That’s about all he can do, when it comes down to it.]

[Tim glances over, an innocent look on his face that doesn't even start to cover the mischief in his voice.]

We could always try singing.

Yeah, maybe two people will be enough to mortify them into submission.

[CAN YOU TELL HE ISN'T WILD ABOUT THE SINGING. And also that he doesn't at all expect it to work with only two people.]

If not... [He offers his hand to shake.] It's been an honor and a privilege.

[The proffered hand gets a lifted eyebrow and a wary look before Tim finally snorts and relents to give it a firm shake.]

I think you're pretty clearly the superior Tim here, so kudos.

[He snickers in return.]

I don't know about that. I thought we were a pretty good team.

A pretty good Tim.

[COMEDY GOLD.]

Well, I guess all we got left to do is wait it out. [Fortunately, he's good at that. He's patient. He's had to be, given the rate of accrual of answers, where he comes from.]

Too bad we didn't bring popcorn.

Why would we?

[They're sitting on their own sustenance right here. Can two people survive off nothing but rock candy and bad jokes for days on end? Time to find out!!!!!!]

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