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+ Your Princess Is in another...Palace +

Who: Everyone!
Where: All over Wonderland
When: Friday, 8/24 - Monday, 8/27
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Palaces! This log is for Palace Rulers to post descriptions of their palaces, and for unaffected characters to wander in and out of them.
The Story:

Palace rulers: These are the characters who experience the bout of lightheadedness and spontaneously manifest a Palace starting at noon on 8/24. As soon as the palace forms, the character is essentially sucked into their Palace and made to play the part of the ruler.

These characters will forget they were ever in Wonderland or indeed had any other life outside of their Palace. If Character A's Palace took the form of her living her dream as a world-famous surfer where the oceans are made of cotton candy, she would always believe she'd been a surfer and that oceans have always been made of cotton candy. Any characters who entered her Palace would merely seem like visitors or intruders to the beach. Maybe they're surf fans, too?

It is possible to "wake" a Person from their Palace if one were to kill them (easy mode... if a bit violent) or make them see it's merely a mental construct (hard mode). If a person were to die inside their Palace, however, it would count as a mansion death. There are no real ways to "unmake" these Palaces other than to snap the person out of it or wait for them to run their course.

Palaces are tied to locations that characters frequent or find special meaning in. They do not outwardly change the appearance of the mansion--the clinic will still look like the clinic on the outside, but crossing inside takes you into the mental landscape of that affected character, and it may look however that player chooses it to.

Unaffected characters: Congratulations, you get to explore other characters’ inner world by visiting their Palaces! There is also a chance of danger should a character enter into a Palace whose ruler is likely to see them as a threat. Should Character A as described above not want a person there, sharks on legs might rise from the ocean and attempt to chase them off. (Sorry about that.)

However, there will always be a way to escape a Palace should you need to. There will always be a door leading back to the normal mansion, though no one else in the Palace will be able to see it aside from the unaffected character. If you entered the clinic and it's a barren hellscape, the clinic door will take you back out. Yay!

It is also possible for characters to see cognitive clones of themselves inside someone else's Palace if that person has a mental image of them. How these cognitive versions behave is, however, entirely up to the Palace ruler, whether realistic or not.

See the Bulletin Board for details on the event. You can also go to the plotting post to see what everyone else is doing!

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I'm not sure. Maybe?

[Wirt looks at dog Steven expectantly. The dog seems a little unsure...but then he gets up, shakes himself out like he's all wet, and as soon as he's done there's a POP and Dog-Steven is inside a pink bubble.]

....Grunkle Stan?

[Dipper follows his gaze, then looks over at Mabel.]

Do you not recognize us?

[Why does this keep happening?]

Whoa! [His eyes widen as the dog is bubbled.] He can make a bubble, just like me! Wirt, I think we just discovered the first gem-dog!

Every mammal is infected. Even ones too small to amplify. [She frowns.] Are you not a mammal?

[A hand held out; Rip hesitates at what would normally be such a simple gesture, to be expected given that he’s not had contact with another human in a year. For a moment it’s almost as if he’s forgotten just what he’s meant to do—

But then he shakes off the last bit of rum from his skin before reaching out to return her gesture.

…Her palm is rather warm.]

Rip Hunter.

[He frowns again, however, at her explanation.] And that is quite impossible. I’m not sure how you lot are getting in, but this is meant to be a prison. [Has been for months, and Rip’s almost annoyed at this new violation.] Not a tourist trap.

Yes, Waverly is our baby sister.

[willa doesn't sound particularly fond of waverly, however, if anything she seems a little disdainful when it comes to the youngest earp.]

I should have been the heir, but when I got kidnapped Peacemaker chose Wynonna instead, it seems.

[which is a version of the truth, though the actual story is more complicated and why peacemaker started working for wynonna when willa was technically still alive remains a mystery.]

I sincerely doubt it.

[To which Gideon chimes in, once more chipper and sharp all at once:]

”The likelihood is extremely remote; he’s yet to thank me for any such efforts, no matter how clearly in his best efforts they are.”

[Rip grits his teeth; only the slightest shred of lingering patience keeps him from reminding Gideon that she can be turned off. The threat is toothless, however; Rip wouldn’t dare risk losing his only compatriot.

…Pony apparently aside.

But given that restraint has already been spent, there’s nothing stopping Rip from turning on Sunburst. The unicorn starts in, talks about how Rip is letting this happen, letting this whole situation win--and for his troubles, he’ll see a flash of red-hot anger in Rip’s eyes as the man raises his voice to a yell.]

I’m letting it beat me? Just who the bloody hell do you think you are? [He steps closer, even crouches to better look this intruder in his face.] Whatever inanity you represent, you have no idea what I have done in an effort to prevent--this! I gave up everything! My ship, my crew, my damn mind, all for the sake of protecting a relic that that bloody bastard just handed over to the Legion of Doom because he’d had his feelings hurt!

[As suddenly as it comes, the anger seeps out of him. Rip stumbles back—slumps, when he hits a wall.]

It hardly needed my permission to win.

[He listens, still. Nonsense though he believes it must be, there’s still some part of him that remains rooted in place as her pleas continue, her promises that she knows him just as well, better, than nearly anyone else. And perhaps that earnestness plays a part—certainly he’s convinced that she, at least, likely believes what she says.

She calls him home. Speaks of coincidence, miracles—

(And yes, for a moment he hears his own voice saying the same)

--But once more he shakes his head.]

For someone speaking with such conviction, you’re equally quick to quantify it. [To backtrack again, because he’s not home so much as he is “something like it.” And there’s something almost familiar in that too, although if one were to ask, Rip would deny that being why he presses onward.

It’s tactical to press at the gaps in such a story. Nothing more.]

You want me to believe you, yet you won’t commit to half of what you yourself say.

If you can't cheat in your own game, when can you cheat. [Wryly enough not to sound like a real accusation. Either way, even if it were real, Natasha wouldn't be apt to judge. Not something like being a pool shark.] You celebrating too?

Yes. Well. It's dreadfully difficult -- committing to even half of what's said when you've never before said any of it.

[ how very like him to try and pin her down -- to try and wrestle something certain out from between her words. he's done it since the beginning: aiming at her loopholes and defensive clauses with a kind of surgical precision. and as frustrating as it is, it's also good to be reminded that he remains himself. his year, or however far he is into it, hasn't addled him to the point of not caring.

she sighs; her shoulders sink. he's leading her dangerously close to speaking a line she'd want him to hear with his full faculties intact. ]

What are you hoping I'll say, hm? Anyone with half a day's experience in interrogating can demand and bark for answers that that are otherwise unforthcoming. But it takes a talent, you know, to be the sort of person capable of discerning between the lever that should be pushed and one that should be left alone. Discretion and conviction so rarely coexist in the same man.

[ one often finds a way to cancel out the other. not always, no, but often. not so in rip hunter, however, and so she warns him about which levers he's toying with just now.

peggy leans her temple against the glass -- discarding her poise for a moment so she can peer at him. and (after a moment) she squints. ]

...Darling, you've got flour in your beard.

[He eyes her, then sighs. Really, he's a 29-year-old in an 11-year-old's body, why shouldn't he believe her?]

Okay. So there's a door there. What now?

I don't understand either, so we're on the same page.

[He scuffs a foot in the "snow."]

Maybe being somewhere else wouldn't be that bad.

Can they see you? ...Does anyone else talk to you?

[Is it just Kayo and his mother, or is he invisible to everyone in this strange little pocket world they've found themselves in.]

[Whispers shouldn't be her only friends. Memories aren't enough, especially if those memories can be mean to her. She shouldn't have to be alone here, with shadows of the past and no one else for company.

Kayo doesn't know if she can be as good at it as Satoru was for her, but she can try. Satoru would never let her be alone here.]

...What if you could be somewhere else? Somewhere you could make solid friends?

[Matsuda wouldn't have any answers anyway, don't even try to lie to me.]

If he's treating you, he should have some somewhere around here, right?

[ It's a slight relief that he's at least willing to go along with this, but the whole door situation really feels like only the first hurdle on a gigantic mountain to climb. ]

Alright, then on to the next ridiculous sounding part. You're also from the other side of that door. I'm not sure why you don't remember it, or.. whatever this place is.

[ Other than "weird" and "kind of creepy", anyway. ]

That's how I know you. We talked a lot before. It's not like we're best friends, but.. you know. [ A vague hand gesture. ] We talked. I know you're not actually as old as you look right now, if that helps to prove it.

Shawn does get it, he gets it right away before blinking and looking at him.

"Hey." His voice is actually quieter than normal and he's a touch more serious. "You remember Gus." Shawn talks about him all the time, but that Grendel remembers it right now is a sign that maybe he's a winning against whatever Wonderland thing is going on.

"Also, just to be totally honest here, 'shithole' did come to mind first but as an outsider, didn't seem like I'd earned the right to call it that."

I'm definitely a mammal. But not from your world. Because unicorns don't exist there.

[He considers.]

Unless you actually do have unicorns where you're from and you've been holding out on me all this time.

Yes! I mean, I think so.

[ For a moment she looks doubtful, following Ange's gaze to the egg and staring at it for a second longer than she should - long enough for her features to shadow in confusion before she turns back to Ange. ]

It's the power source for the Dome. [ She is only about 70% sure on that but there's no point in voicing it. ] If anything happens to it, I have no idea how it would affect the Dome, or us.

[Sunburst takes a cautious step back in the wake of Rip's rage- because Rip, even crouched, is considerably bigger than he is. Still, he lets Rip get it out, remaining silent. He knows bits and pieces, each time he learns more, another piece to the puzzle is put into place. None of it paints a pretty picture at all. He really hopes Rip never has to go back to that...mess.

When he slumps down, Sunburst plods after him, moving to sit beside him- well within grabbing distance, seemingly not bothered by the fact. He trusts Rip implicitly, even if Rip currently has no clue who he is.]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry things back home are so terrible for you right now. If it was in my power to fix it, I'd do it in half a heartbeat. But I can't. What I can do is promise that you have something much better waiting outside this...this construct that Wonderland have put on for you. I know it's probably impossible to think right now, that you can have something better- but you can. And you do. You just need to remember.

[He paws the ground with a forehoof- then, a little more gently.]

Please. You're my friend and I'm really worried about you.

It wouldn't be, you know. It'd be very nice. If we could...um. Do that.

[Oh wait, he can see the door he came in through.]

Can you see that door? [He points with a forehoof, helpfully.]

She watches him cry, and for the first time in a long time, she has nothing to say. Julia is no stranger to trouble, and certainly no stranger to speaking her mind. Becoming the Monarch had driven her to do things that she never would have imagined, but it was all to protect the town.

It was also what had wound her up here, alone, in a shabby palace with nothing but butterflies and a black egg that occasionally filled with falling stars.

"If this is from my mind, it's not because I chose it," she tells him, her brow wrinkling as she considers what that might mean. "Protecting Chester's Mill became more important to me than anything else, even my own future. I don't have a choice. If this is what it means to be the Monarch, I have to accept it."

Even if it means being alone, even if it means... Sacrificing him to protect the egg. Is that what she did? Julia doesn't quite remember the events, but the feeling is there, a deep-seated aching inside that feels like her heart is breaking. She gently brushes one of his tears from his cheek, her eyes never leaving his.

"I left you, didn't I? I already chose this over you."

Gren stills. He does remember Gus. That the name has significance to Shawn.

"Huh. Guess I do."

The smallest of smiles ghosts across his lips. Because it felt right, remembering. He glances at the brunette at the bar, almost introducing her, before thinking better of it.

"Don't worry none about that, Holly's used to it," he says, as Holly (lovingly) flips him the bird.

He turns in his seat, pointing at the guy who nearly axed Shawn to death.

"That's Woody, the Woodsman. He rescued Little Red Riding Hood from Bigby. Slit the wolf open and filled his belly fulla rocks. Fuck had it coming."

The man shrugs, which is about as much of a greeting as Shawn is going to get, before turning back to his drink. Gren looks back at his own, something niggling at the back of his mind. That isn't right, either. Woody is- well there's a lot wrong with him being here.

[She rocks back on the balls of her feet, looking at the ground.]

Kinda. I know their names. And I know 'em. But they ain't really mine.

[She looks like she's struggling with a good way to describe her role in all this.]

I protect 'em.

[nods, extending his arm with flourish towards wynonna.]

But of course, we're all our proud of our Wynonna. I always knew she would be the one to end what her great-great grandpappy started.

[a man sitting nearby, dolls, snorts a little.]

See, I wasn't always so certain, but Earp has a way of surprising people.

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