entrancelogs | {The battle's done and we kind of won, where do we go from here?

Who: Rebecca Atherton & Shaun Mason; OPEN prompt
Where: The Beach; Around Wonderland
When: Month of April
Rating: PG-13 (suicidal ideation; language; general depression warnings; booze-as-a-coping-skill; will update if needed)
Summary: Becks arrives and things go really south, really quick; general attempts at settling in; Musical/lost soul event
The Story: Comment headers a-hoy!\

Closed threads
4/2

Shaun Mason
Shaun finds Becks prepared to do something she would immensely regret and stops her. [cw: suicidal ideation]

Georgia Mason; Maggie Garcia
Basic settling in steps with her two other friends from home. [cw: gallows humor, flippant talk of death/death threats, possible mentions of depression]

Open threads
4/3-8

Arrival week
What it says on the tin. Trying to adjust to this whole Wonderland thing. And being alive again things. [cw: probable depression mentions]

4/7-10

Musical Event
In which the blogger team does an ensemble musical number. [cw: depression mentions]

A Lost Soul
Becks loses herself to the melonchaly settling over the mansion. [cw: depression mentions]

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"You'd think," she scoffs a little and shakes her head, one hand coming to rest on her hip in a too-natural sort of way.

He'd distracted her. They've just been talking and she almost hadn't noticed. Not until she'd done that, and made such. casual movement, like nothing was wrong, that she wasn't about to lose her mind and her name. Something about it jarred her back I to the moment. Or maybe out of it.

"Shaun...?" she frowns, her voice cautious and a little curious as her gaze moves back to the gun before sliding up to his face again.

Shaun does not toss her the gun. He's a professional idiot, but he's not actually stupid. Instead he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, tossing it to her. He's not actually suggesting she phone a friend, but trying to show her that her hand-eye coordination has been as unaffected as her ability to form thoughts and have conversation.

"Any drymouth?" he asks. "You still know who I am?"

She blinks in surprise, but still catches the--is it a phone? Whatever it is. And that's enough.

She stares at the device in her hand for a long moment, trying to reconcile it with everything else. And then he's asking her questions and her head snaps back up to the man in front of her. "No... and...yes, you're Shaun Mason, former head of the Irwins at After The End Times ."

Even as she recites the answers, she only sounds more confused. "How...?" her eyes squint in a way that might have been dangerous in another situation but mostly is just for emphasis in this case. "This...isn't...possible. I blew up." A beat and her hand moves to punctuate the point. "Literally!"

And almost as if to prove Shaun's entire point, now she's wandering, sort of pacing as she rants, hands moving as she speaks. "There shouldn't even be enough of me left to reanimate," she's so clinical and detached from that statement that it's kind of jarring-- it's just a statement of fact, not a thing she felt. Not yet. "Yet here I am, in the middle of--" she waves one hand to indicate the general area, "a fucking beach, somehow."

Finally she stops and faces him again, hands spread and her face and voice equally incredulous. "What the fuck, Shaun?!"

He lowers the gun, giving her an exasperated look. "What, so this is my fault? I turned up here, same as you did! Welcome to fucking Wonderland."

"I don't know!" She throws her hands up and as they drop back down to her side she contemplates chunking the phone in her hand at his head.

Instead, she just levels him with a look. "Wonderland?'

"Yeah." He rolls his eyes and motions to the Mansion in the slight distance. "Apparently the multiverse is real and everything you ever thought was fictional might actually be real somewhere in another reality. We have comic book characters and movie characters, and this place is fucking wild."

"The multi- huh?" Not that she didn't understand the words or their implication but honestly this was all a bit much to take in. She holds a hand up to stop him, "Nothing you just said makes any sense at all."

He shrugs. "That's kind of... typical of how things go around here." But he can slow down a little. Becks deserves better than him throwing a few smartass comments her way. "Anything I can do to clear things up?"

"I don't...know." she admits, folding her arms low across her stomach. This is all so weird and backwards and nothing she thought she knew to be so solid and guaranteed even seems to be real or matter here, somehow. It's a bit of a shock to the system, really. "What am I supposed to do?"

Isn't that the question? What's a blogger supposed to so in Wonderland, where there are no blogs, and no internet? He offers a wry grin. "We've been publishing a zine. Sometimes I do paintball. It's... it takes some getting used to." Especially considering what she's been up to. From the constant go, go, go of her life back home to the slower pace of Wonderland (unless there's an event)... It's an adjustment.

"Yeah?" She tilts her head a little. "Tell me about it." She isn't in a place of at all wanting to start chasing stories yet, but it's familiar and that seems like a good place to start. She slowly starts walking toward the giant mansion in the distance, expecting him to follow.

"George's idea," he says, shrugging. "I probably would have just done paintball and gone slowly crazy. Crazier. You know what I mean." Hallucination George is never really that far away. "She's here, and so is Maggie." He gives Becks a little grin. "Which means Irwins are going to outnumber Newsies and Fictionals now."

"Naturally," she smirks a little. She gives something of a wan half-smile at the crazier correction he gives to his own statement. "Which...George is it?" It feels somehow invasive to ask, but there are technical reasons for asking and Shaun has already proven how timelines can be awkward.

Technical reasons above and beyond 'Is this the George everyone can see and hear, or just you?' He smiles a little, hearing George's quiet laughter in the back of his mind. "Mark Two," he says. "From before she gets away from the CDC."

She nods a little. "Good to know. I assume everyone's caught everyone else up on what was going on when they were at home, though, so...everybody kinda kinda knows everything?" Meaning George knows she escapes, and both Masons knew what happened to Becks.

He nods. "Yeah, we're all on the same page, more or less. George and I don't have the memories to back it up, but Maggie tells us stories. You know how she is."

"Sounds about right." she scoffs a little, shaking her head. "So," she folds her arms across her chest, "I guess now might be a good time to go find some different clothes and...stuff." She may not have injuries, even if she should, but staying in the clothes she died in just feels gross.

All that way. [Shaun motions to the mansion.] The Mansion has pretty much anything you can think of. The closets are magic so you can get just about anything you want from them.

Magic? [She echoes, full of nothing but incredulous disbelief. Really, Shaun? She can take a lot in one day, but this? Might be stretching it a bit.]

[He gives her a wry grin.]

Yeah. You'll see.

{The battle's done and we kind of won, where do we go from here?

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