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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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[Ishimaru turns redder at her suggestions - and at how closer she gets! Nervously, he tries to inch back a little.]

Well... Yes, I believe that in the order of things, a... a confession is supposed to be the first step. [From what he understands about how romance is supposed to work, that is.] And things should not be allowed... to progress too quickly. [A beat.] ...Wait, did you call this a date?

[Since this is a cognition of how Ryoko sees the world, there's probably a few things Josuke's seen behind the doors while looking that didn't make sense. Her subconscious is pretty jumbled, so there are mismatched rooms. Like the classroom/dorm room combo mentioned earlier in the thread. Or one room that appeared to be an equipment shed...with a TV playing Home Alone for some reason.

One of the more coherent looking rooms though appears to be another dorm room, but just a dorm room. It's not fused with anything else. Completely normal. Except for what appears to be bloody footprints leading to the bed, which is stained with more of the same.

So Josuke, are you going to investigate the potential crime scene or head back into the hall?]

There's something wrong with the movie theater.

The low, formerly warm lights along the walls flicker a sickly green-grey. The paint is peeling. Cracks run down the walls, splitting and spiderwebbing through concrete and plaster, and loose wires hang from the ceiling.

Thick, gnarled roots crack through the floor, twisting around the legs of the seats. In the dim light, a visitor might notice that some of these seats are occupied, though a closer look wouldn't be advised. The figures were human, clearly, but there's not much left. Their skin's gone dry and papery-thin. The roots wind around their legs, burrowing in through gaps in the rotting fabric hanging off their bones. Their eye sockets, still turned toward the screen, are sunken and caved in.

In the projectionist's booth, there's a light. There's movement, signs of life, more than could be produced by just the rattling of an unattended projector.

And there's something playing on the screen.

The projector flickers and halts, the film worn, burnt at the edges, but the footage doesn't seem like anything that would have made it to 35mm. It looks like it was filmed on a handheld camera.

The cameraman walks through the woods. It cuts, jarringly, and he continues down the halls of a hotel. He turns, and there's a light. The autofocus loses its way for a moment, and when the image comes back into focus, he's walking through an abandoned courtyard, strewn with debris and choked with kudzu. There's nothing unusual. Nothing unnatural, beyond the way the footage is occasionally intercut with brief clips of people talking. They're all young, all with Alabama accents. A few faces might look familiar. The circles under their eyes look lighter than they did in Wonderland, their expressions less strained.

The film can be difficult to follow at times, though, given the eight-foot tear running from the floor to halfway up the screen. The fabric twists, like there's a breeze coming through the gap. Light from the projector shines through, illuminating a thin sliver of a twisted root system, extending back into the dark.

A while. And she usually falls asleep afterwards and makes this disgusting snoring noises. It'll scar you for life.

[Matsuda doesn't even look up from his manga volume while answering.]

They're not disgusting and I don't snore!

[This could probably go on for a while, but Matsuda speaks up again.]

Wait, didn't you ask me to keep some of your old notebooks in one of the empty classrooms?

[To which Ryoko frowns and looks over at Ishimaru.]

I don't remember. Could you check?

[When she loosens her grip on him, he'll reach for her instead, snatching her shoulders and pulling her close. And then he'll give her a long stare afterward, big blue eyes piercing into hers.]

You don't need the show when you already have me. Don't try so hard.

Oh, don't worry! The whole school thing is just for show. Ahaha, it's more of cliche backdrop than anything. I mean, I'd know. I was surrounded by cliches, ugh.

[ Her eyes roll back in the direction of the cages for a moment and she snorts out a laugh. Her luck, right? At least now they help keep her steps weighted. ]

Don't be so silly, though~ You only just got here! [ She smiles brightly and speeds up Wendy's progress, planting her firmly into the chair. Much better! ] Nothing else matters now. Not school or time or any other mundane thing that might keep us apart.

[ Monika sighs with utter satisfaction, reaching out to twirl some of Wendy's hair around her finger. ] We have forever.

[ She makes a soft noise of surprise, blinking rapidly at the change of events. Her chest heaves as she stares uncertainly into those eyes, any words she wants to say floating out of her head.

Her brow furrows and she tilts her head slightly. For a split second, she felt something. Was it some sort of déjà vu? Was being so close to him playing tricks on her mind? She honestly felt like she'd known him already somehow.

However, the moment passes and she dips her head in shame. It feels wrong to look at him. ]

I-I'm sorry. Did I upset you?

[And there she is, tamed again. She's too easy.]

Not yet. You didn't know better before. But you do now. I know you won't repeat the mistake.

[ Monika smiles a little, but it's not a very strong one. With a small nod, she pulls herself away and sits, placing her hands in her lap. ]

Of course I won't! I don't think I'd forgive myself if I ever did upset you!

[ Gosh. Already, he's looking out for her, helping her improve. His thoughtfulness knows no bounds! The thought of that warms the icy fear that'd settled in her chest. ]

Again, sorry. I'll do my best to stop getting carried away. Love makes people do some crazy things, right?

[ There's a pause. Despite it all, she'd really love to kiss him again. She nibbles on her lower lip, eyes flicking to his mouth. ]

I'll--I'll listen to your suggestions this time. I promise.

I am sure that your sleeping habits are not so bad! [He's quick to reassure her.

And then he considers the question she asks of him. He doesn't want to leave her alone, but at least he won't be going far. And she should be safe with some version of Matsuda. So he nods.]

Yes, I will check for them posthaste! You can count on me!

[With that, he'll head out to look for the closest classroom he can find.]

[Steven just wanted to spend some time jamming.

Instead, he's found himself wandering this spooky forest, armed with just his ukulele. And while he may be a fan of various types of music, these particular background tracks definitely make everything seem more ominous and scary.

Steven is relieved when he finally spots another person - and a familiar one at that! He immediately waves and calls out to him.]

Wirt!! Am I glad to see you!

Of course it's a date! The first of many! [ She frowns briefly, eyes narrowing in thought. ] Well, probably not officially quite yet. Let me fix that~

[ Like, wasn't that obvious they were experiencing a precious moment, the most beautiful of all, their first date? The ambience is ~so romantic~, after all.

Monika breathes in deeply and takes his hands, gazing lovingly into his eyes. Her heart's pounding so hard at knowing she can finally do this with no one to stand in her way. ]

Kiyotaka Ishimaru. I am hopelessly in love with you. Do you accept my confession?

[Okay so maybe this is definitely better than a lot of things they've gone through lately in Wonderland, but what even? She was just happy for having something like the Mystery Shack and now this?

Making her way to where Mr Pines stands, Wendy shoves a walking wallet out of her way, taking out her frustrations on it.]

Uhmmmm, you hit your head or something? I mean, hokey? Really?

[Not that it isn't, but for Mr Pines to call it that makes her frown.]

Okay, so it's kinda cheesy and it smells a bit but hokey? Really? What is this? 1950?

Well, I was trying to surprise you, but then you kinda surprised me. [With her deceptive strength she yanks another vine away and looks up briefly to meet the eyes of the squirrel above them.

...And, of course, because this is Mabel, it instantly distracts her.] Oh my gosh. Look at you! I love your headband. Hey, Wirt, the squirrels in your weird room thingy are so-

[Oh wait roots. She shakes herself out of her distraction and gets to her feet so she can try and tug Wirt back onto his.] Ugh. Focus, Mabel. C'mon, Wirt. We're gonna, uh... I'm not sure what we're supposed to be doing, but we'll figure it out!

[Normally, Jean would be all about a beautiful girl's undivided attention. It was pretty much all he ever wanted when he was younger. But this was just too wrong. Her fingertips were strange, cold, and not quite soft as skin. Their touch was like someone who had never really touched another human being was guessing at what it should be like, and was only halfway succeeding. It sent a shiver down his spine.]

That's not really comforting. [He felt like he was a frog caught in the gaze of a green eyed snake.] Am I supposed to be your next victim?

It appears to be a suggestion. Start walking. And so, Asgore shrugs his shoulders -- this is an event, and it's Sans, the very weakest Monster in the entire Underground, so this shouldn't be that much of a challenge -- and heads off into the darkness.

"SANS, DO YOU NEED ME TO TELL YOU A JOKE OR SOMETHING?" he shouts into the Void. "KNOCK KNOCK!"

He keeps walking forward through the inky blackness.

"KNOCK, KNOCK!"

There's some bones? What a mess. Asgore keeps having to step around them. This is just... the least reasonable. There is, however, off in the distance, a vaguely familiar glow... Is that... that one place in Snowdin? The Librarby?

But that rumble sound keeps getting closer. And the rumble sounds more and more like... an animal noise. What a mystery.

"KNOCK, KNOCK?"

[He grows more flustered as she grabs his hands. He slowly and nervously raises his eyes to try to meet hers, looking quite surprised.]

In- in love?! [It doesn't make sense to him. He might now know much about love, but he knows that it's not supposed to ne so instant. It certainly doesn't feel that way to him.]

I... I do not believe that I fully understand your confession, b-but I am ready to accept it!

"Oh no, my name is not Billy. My name is Asgore Dreemurr... I am... not the goat you believe me to be. I am from the Underground, not... from... wherever these Billies are from. You are certain that you do not remember me telling you of how a group of humans killed my son, Grendel? It... was a point of commiseration between the two of us. 'Fuckin' humans tearing off arms and killing kids just because they're different than them' yes?" It was something like that. There should probably have been an extra 'fuck' thrown in there, though. Asgore is very bad at swearing.

He turns after this to address the uncomfortable looking women. "Please, ladies, if I give any offense, it is not meant, and my intentions are entirely benign; I... was just looking for a place to get a drink... When I saw a familiar face. Well, familiar back of his head. Should you ever visit me or my home, you would be welcome and I would be entirely at your disposal."

[Sunburst eyes the mask for a moment, before turning back to Satoru. ]

I kind of walked in by accident.

[He turns to point at the door behind him, his raised forehoof handing mid-air as he remembers that oh, Satoru can't see it. He drops his hoof, clearling his throat. ]

I mean- um. Now that I'm here- hi? How are you?

[Good start, good start. ]

[Well, who to check on first? They all look like they're in agony... so, all she can do is get to the one that's closest, the third cage. She quickly approaches it - so eagerly she knocks her chair over - and tries to reach inside.]

C-Can you hear me? Are you all right?

[Mikan frowns, trying to make sense of it, but when she reads "this has nothing to do with me", she gives up and closes the book. She's heard that phrase plenty before from Ryoko... and given Ryoko's mind, she probably won't be able to make sense of anything.

She'll put it back, and head out to try another room.]

I just want to make sure Ryoko is okay... then I'll leave...

[To his credit, Souji doesn't lean away, even if she is getting much too close.]

You've been seeing a lot of Japanese people?

[He goes over the list in his head of who those people might be. They clearly aren't here right now, so perhaps there's a way to get out of here after all. Though he feels like, if he's going to escape, he ought to take Monika with him.]

Well, if Wonderland had ever desire in the world to make him anger and miserable, they were playing well at it. What could be worse to him than being turned on those he loves and cares about? Making them forget him as if that doesn't matter.

He's not letting that be a thing though. Especially with this world that can't be real. God, please, don't let it be real. If this is their future, he has no idea even how to handle that. He loves Julia, and wants everything for her, but this? This is nuts.

Moreso than this place always seems to be.

"Julia, I need you to listen to me." And he knows that is probably not the best way to start this. "You know me. I was there when Norrie and Joe found the egg. I was there, willing to give my life so you could protect the egg. Do you remember that?"

[if wynonna notices the new intruder, she doesn't seem to pay him mind. the get up is weird but he's probably just some tourist or something. purgatory gets a lot of those, and she imagines what she's accomplished has spread through the supernatural world. whatever.

one of the giant bottles of whiskey, however, will be making it's way over to ryuji pressing a glass into his hand. come on buddy, it's time to drink. this is a celebration, after all.

and who wants to be the one to ruin a party?]

Edited 2018-08-28 23:19 (UTC)

I'm looking for you.

Words not uttered by anyone really, not to Gren. People actively avoid him, bar for his tiny group of people he allows close. He's violent and antsy and nobody wants anything to do with him. But here is a woman claiming very much otherwise, and it gives him reason to pause.

"Well, I know the Bronx is kinda shitty, but calling it Hell is a little overboard."

It's a joke, largely to deflect himself from his swirling, confused response he's feeling towards her. He doesn't understand what's happening, but she does. He's well acquainted with the impossible- there's a small chance what she's saying could be true. Especially when there's a large, nameless THEM involved. Gren always has had a weak spot when it comes to fighting against the big dogs.

"I don't-" remember. "This place- look I'm always fuckin' here. This is my place. Where I go. If anyone was makin' some kinda Hell or whatever for me, they picked a pretty goddamn stupid one."

Or the perfect one. Putting him in with his chosen family. (Something is broken about them something is wrong) He casts a worried look at the bald guy, then at the brunette sitting across the bar from him. No. It can't be wrong. This is how it's supposed to be. This is how they are. Hanging out in Holly's bar. Together.

Right?

The woman looks on the verge of tears though. Over him. She's read his story and she has tears to shed over him. When he speaks again, it's with more quiet than usual. His patent gruffness has the edge taken off- he's uneasy, worried.

"Who's making me forget?"

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Jay's Palace | Movie Theater; cw for body horror

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LET ASGORE SAY FU oh wait he just did.

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