+ Your Princess Is in another...Palace +

[vitaelamorte]

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!

Comments

the most lucky

[alphyswhatsabara]

"Oh, I don't have a glamour. That's, uh, a thing that you have, because you're a Fable. But I am not. I am a Boss Monster. I think I explained this once before, didn't I? And I've known you for several months now, we met during the attack by those..."

He pauses. Wait. It's a thing, isn't it. Oh. And for some reason it's left him with his memories, again, but not... Grendel's. And this place is not the place where Asgore got a sad beer with Tim a few months back, either. Perhaps it's.... Part of the event.

"Ahem, ah. Well, this is awkward. I seem to be at a loss for words. You are quite certain that you do not... know me? Even from somewhere... else?"

[oneagainstall]

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'd remember a fuckin' giant goat man. Which, you know, ain't the smartest thing to be around here, buddy."

He jabs his thumb towards the women, who look distinctly unhappy about his existence.

"Though I thought the Billy Goats were...you know, fuckin' legitimate goats. Like on their four fuckin' hoovises and everything. "

LET ASGORE SAY FU oh wait he just did.

[alphyswhatsabara]

"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."

and lo, Gren ruined everything pure in the world

[oneagainstall]

Gren remains on his stool, his brow furrowing as Asgore continues to talk. Maybe he was some kind of fuckin' goblin that got smacked on the head. That sounds about as likely as whatever the hell he's spouting right now.

"Uh...sorry about your kid? I don't remember that though. Did you like...tell me when I was fuckin' drunk or something?"

That's a trick question, he's always drunk. The women do seem to ease up, though, the white-haired one moving to lean a hand on the bar.

"What'll it be?" she asks, before adding, with the tone one uses when talking down a crazy person, "And yeah. Whatever you say."

it's what he's here for

[alphyswhatsabara]

"Well, you do enjoy your cups, but at the time I do not believe you were actively drunk, as there was a stressful situation that was preventing establishments, such as this one, from dispensing their products."

Asgore looks over to the woman, and realizes that he has absolutely no idea what would be served here. Shot in the dark time. "If you have a stout on tap, I would greatly appreciate one." That's a kind of beer. And Asgore likes complex, bitter flavors.

He walks over to the stool next to Grendel and asks, "is it alright if I sit here?"

so true

[oneagainstall]

Holly pours him a drink. It's not a good beer. Like everything in the Trip Trap, it tastes cheap and terrible. She grunts and goes back to standing near her sister.

"I mean, knock yourself out, ain't my fuckin' bar," Gren shrugs, returning to his drink. "And I don't remember any stressful situations recently. You definitely got the wrong fuckin' guy. I've been here all day."

Or longer? He can't remember going home. Or leaving home. Just being here.

[alphyswhatsabara]

"Where were you yesterday?" Asgore asks, then taking a sip of the, oh wow this is just Ogre Piss isn't it. That's what you're serving on tap, aren't you. I mean, if he weren't a goat and could therefore eat almost anything, there would be a problem. But he can take it. He doesn't want to, though.

"Is there a menu for, uh, snacks? Onion rings or... cheese sticks... peanuts or something?" Anything to distract from the flavor of this beer.

[oneagainstall]

"Here?"

Because of course he was here. He's always been here. There's nothing outside of the bar. At the question, he points to a jar on the bar-top. It's full of something that doesn't look like it's actually food, but the label on the jar promises the contents are pickled eggs.

"You got those. If you want to spend the night in fuckin' hospital."

[alphyswhatsabara]

"Ah, perhaps I will... dissuade myself from the temptation."

He looks around a bit more. This place makes Grillby's look like the Applebees on the Good Side of Town.

"So, uh, tell me about this place... that's outside the bar. The city. I'm not from here. We are in..." Asgore searched desperately for a place on earth that wasn't Mt. Ebott. "Is this Alabama?"

[oneagainstall]

"Probably a good idea."

Nobody eats the eggs. Nobody. Not even Fables, and they're immortal. Gren squints, turning to look at the door.

"What? No, it's not fuckin' Alabama. Jesus, ain't you never heard of New York before?"

[alphyswhatsabara]

"Mt. Ebott is... not near anywhere that I am familiar with. So, I am not very familiar with the geography of... anywhere, really. So, did you all move from York and resettle here? In... this New York? Did you rebuild it to look like the old one?"

See, in the Underground, there's Home, and then there's New Home, and they're both basically just... the same place, twice.

[oneagainstall]

"What?" Gren squints, confused. "Shit, no, the other York is what, England? We just all came from the Homelands. To here. You should know this."

Because he's pretty sure Asgore is just a Fable with some serious memory issues. That's all that makes sense right now.

[alphyswhatsabara]

"Ah, no, I am from beneath Mt. Ebott. As I have already said. I have never been to your Homelands because I am... not from them."

Asgore furrowed his brows together. "Is there... aside from having a human body, which I do not possess, something that... I should not be able to do? Or something I should be able to do that I cannot? That might help you to understand that I am not a Fable? I... hmm... could make you a nice cup of golden-flower tea." A real drink, not this piss-poor lager.

[oneagainstall]

Gren is not convinced at all. None of that makes sense. He HAS to be a Fable. That's the only way he'd make any logical sense of being here.

"Sure, buddy. Sounds like you got hit on the fuckin' noggin on the way out."

At the request the bartender gives a sharp, short laugh.

"You seriously came to the Trip Trap to ask for tea?" Gren asks, eyebrow arched. "And no, you ain't convincing me on the not a Fable thing. There ain't anything else other than Fables and mundies, and you sure as shit ain't a mundy."

[alphyswhatsabara]

Asgore shuffles around in the pockets of his cargo shorts (because there's nothing more dad than cargo shorts) and pulls out a few packets of tea that... looks as if they were done by hand. Nicely, though. Someone did this with a world of care. This isn't Lipton. "Grew it myself. If I can get a cup of hot water... or really even just regular water I can provide the heat in a pinch..."

It came to him, as he fussed with his emergency tea supply. "Ah, do... Fables... have hearts? Ones that beat?"

That's a perfectly normal question that's not at all disturbing.

[oneagainstall]

"...You. You just carry tea around with you?"

That was from Holly, who comes to stare at the lovingly created hoard. She does relent though, sighing heavily and offering a hand, open palmed, ready to take one from him.

"Most of us have beating hearts, yeah, on account of not bein' dead and all," this is from Gren. "Why?"

[alphyswhatsabara]

"Of course, madam. I never leave home without a few tea bags. You never know when you might feel the need to brew a cup or two. Please, feel free to make a cup for yourself." He places three tea bags into her palm with a smile.

He turns to Gren. "You are more than welcome to feel for a pulse. I do not have one. I have no blood."

Perfectly normal.

[oneagainstall]

Holly stares at him a moment longer, before exhaling heavily, taking the tea bags and vanishing off to a back room, to boil a kettle. Gren himself arches an eyebrow, at this totally normal and not weird at all request.

"Um...no, thanks. I'll pass."

[alphyswhatsabara]

"We could... engage in a mock battle, and we could determine the color of your SOUL," suggests Rational Guy Asgore Dreemurr. "As a Monster, my soul is weak and colorless, but you have a body of flesh and blood and most likely possess a SOUL far more permanent than my own. I would promise to, uh, do no damage."

[oneagainstall]

Gren's genuinely starting to wonder what in the hell is happening to him right now. The last fight he got himself in ended up with him literally losing an arm. And that was a fight where he at least knew his opponent. This nutjob is a complete dark horse...goat...whatever.

"Yeah, still going for a hard no on that one, Pal."

[alphyswhatsabara]

"Ah, of course. I could describe your... regular form to you. Although this doesn't prove I am something different... it does prove that we've met, at least. You are a large, burly sort of monster, with irregular teeth, very pointy, with a flat mouth... tan-grey colored skin, no hair of note, eyes the same shade as your flesh, a bit deeply set, quite expansive arms... or I suppose arm, and you dwindle a bit in your legs, comparatively speaking. A, uh, little bit sticks up at the top of your head."

Is your photo for sale in all of the shops there, Gren?

[oneagainstall]

"That...was descriptive."

He can't even blame the mundy books for that- whenever anyone illustrates Beowulf, they fail to capture his likeness. They just can never quite decide what he actually looks like. The description clearly puts the other patrons of the bar at unease - because there's only one way this guy can do that. Gren glances at them, then back to Asgore.

"...Alright. That's...pretty fuckin' compelling. Weird, but compelling. Maybe I do believe you. A little."

[alphyswhatsabara]

"You are welcome to feel for my lack of a heart, still, if you need further proof of my... not being from here-ness."

He turns his attention to the women behind the bar.

"I apologize for the continued oddity of my being here, madam. Perhaps, however, the water has come to a boil?"

[oneagainstall]

"Nah, it's okay. I'm pretty done with the proof."

It's still WEIRD, though. Holly makes a soft 'tch' noise, vanishing off into the back. Gren turns to Asgore, looking at him again. There's a tug at his memories, and he doesn't like it one bit.

"So. I know you from somewhere else, then."

[alphyswhatsabara]

"Yes, you do. We met in... a place called Wonderland. There are a somewhat confusing succession of queens, although currently there is a Red Queen and a White Queen and they... appear to be nicer than the Queen of Hearts was, at any rate. Perhaps you remember... meeting me while looking for my son during an alien invasion? It was the first time we met each other. I was quite taken aback by your striking form. There are other people there, too. Many humans. A few other Monsters like myself from my world."