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

[insincerecharm]

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]

Comments

[choosetruth]

Georgia nods and pulls one out of her desk drawer. She doesn't especially think Becks is infected, but she still tosses it from long habit. Slowed reflexes are a sign of infection, after all.

"We can get them from the closets, but we bother with those even less. I was already skeptical of constant bloodtests before we learned just how fucked up the CDC is."

[insincerecharm]

She catches the test easily in one hand and inspects it a little. It looks pretty damn close to the ones back home, but she can see a difference or two. Nothing that would make her think much of it, if she didn't already know she was in an alternate universe, though.

"This is all so...much." It's the best description, really. "Does it ever get better?" A beat. "Easier?" She shrugs. "Whatever." No word feels right in her mouth for what she's asking, but she has a feeling Georgia will get the idea, regardless.

[choosetruth]

Georgia frowns, considering the question in all of its poorly-worded glory. She more or less does know what Becks means, and it isn't exactly what she said. Or at least, it's not exactly what Georgia is going to answer.

"You... adjust. I wouldn't call it easy. I wouldn't even exactly say I'm used to it. Magic still seems like a copout explanation. But you find ways to cope."

At least, Georgia did.

[insincerecharm]

She nods a little, it sounds like the best she could hope for as far as that goes and at least she never has to doubt the truth behind a Georgia Mason answer. Unbridled and never sugarcoated is just the way she runs.

"Shaun mentioned you're running a 'zine." She gives her friend an amused look. Because of course she couldn't stay away from printed word.

[choosetruth]

Georgia grimaces slightly. "It's printed. But it's better than nothing. This bullshit place doesn't have a real internet."

She misses it. God, does she ever miss it. But the zine is a decent enough replacement.

"You're obviously welcome to contribute."

[insincerecharm]

She laughs lightly at the reaction. "So old school."

"Maybe, eventually." She shrugs a little. Georgia can probably understand the need for the adjustment period first, even if it isn't the way she personally operates, right?

[choosetruth]

Intellectually she understands, though she can't imagine spending an adjustment period doing anything but writing down her thoughts. She's aware not everyone is her, though, so she nods.

"The door's always open."

[insincerecharm]

"Thanks, George." She smiles a little. There's a lot to process still, and she isn't sure she can take too much more at this point, though. "Think I'm gonna try and digest some of this primer of yours," she says with a nod. "Shoot you any questions I have later?"

[choosetruth]

"Of course." She nods her head and rolls her chair back to the desk. She's glad to see Becks, but now that Becks has her reading material, she's also glad to get back to work. "You know where to find me."