{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

[adaptiveimmunities]

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."

[insincerecharm]

"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.

[adaptiveimmunities]

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.

[insincerecharm]

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.]

[adaptiveimmunities]

[He gives her a wry grin.]

Yeah. You'll see.