+ Make the Most of Your Regrets +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Real side of the Mansion, anywhere.
When: January 12 - 15
Rating: Please warn for anything above PG-13.
Summary: As the Gryphon announced, there is an event. Everyone is now living as if one regret they formerly had no longer exists.
The Story:

Please post your top levels here and tag around! For plotting and a link to the bulletin board for more details, head to the plotting post. The FAQ is also there for any last minute questions.

Remember, you can only change one regret and your character is now an AU version of themselves in regards to how that would have changed them.

Have fun ♥

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[adaptiveimmunities]

[He stares at her incredulously.]

Because I was in bed, and I don't sleep with pants on. And I think you're a little confused, because this is my room. Who are you?

[choosetruth]

I’m your sister, dumbass. [She props herself up on her elbows and squints at him.] I know your night vision isn’t as good as mine, but who else could I be? Last I checked, Philip’s not in Wonderland.

[adaptiveimmunities]

[He stares at her incredulously.]

Look, I don't have a sister. I don't know who Philip is. I don't know who you are!

[choosetruth]

Shaun--

[Georgia sits up, then groans and covers her eyes.]

Okay, can we agree to table this discussion until we're both wearing pants? It's weirdly difficult to hold a conversation while I try to avoid looking at my brother's junk.

[adaptiveimmunities]

[He glances down at his pantsless self, then turns around to go find pants. Conversations with strangers are always better with pants on. He blinks. She... knows his name. He doesn't know hers.]

Fist of all. Not junk. Just for the record.

Second... who are you?

[choosetruth]

Oh, excuse me. I didn't mean to cast aspersions on your no doubt magnificent penis.

[She rolls her eyes as she slides out of bed, scrunching the sheet around her while she feels around for her pants.]

I'm George, dumbfuck. Your sister. [She finds her pants and slides them on under the sheet, pulling them up under... is she wearing Shaun's shirt as a nightshirt? Weird. But not the weirdest thing about today.] Look, this has to be an event, right? Let's check my notes. It'll clear things up.

[adaptiveimmunities]

I might have mentioned not having a sister? [The complaint is muttered, because she's right. His journal should be around here somewhere. It's just good practice to keep something on hand to hold memories that Wonderland might change on him.] Yeah, I have a journal around here. Since it's my room.

[choosetruth]

[George finds her journal first and opens it to the first page.]

Georgia and Shaun Mason. [Weird that apparently they're sharing it. That wasn't in her memories. But she's willing to overlook that in favor of the fact that it's pretty clearly evidence they're siblings. She holds it up.] See?

[adaptiveimmunities]

So you... have a brother named Shaun. Shaun's a common name.

[But... combined with the fact that he apparently looks like the Shaun she knows... well, it's too big a coincidence to really be one.]

So let's see this journal.

[choosetruth]

[He might not know her, but she knows him well enough that rather than pointing out that that's dumb and he should know better than to believe in coincidences this big, she just shoots him a look over his sunglasses. Then she opens the journal, laying it out for him to see as well.]

See? This is obviously us. Being--

[Her eyes catch a few sentences and she slams the book shut.]

Never mind. Bad journal.

[adaptiveimmunities]

Okay, now I'm curious. Bad journal? What's wrong with it?

[choosetruth]

[She shakes her head, but passes it over.] Those may be our names, and our handwriting, but there is no way that's what really happened. Ick.

[adaptiveimmunities]

[He blinks. Then smirks at her.] Hey, you're the one that wanted to insist that we're related...

[choosetruth]

We are, dipshit. The journal makes that clear too.

[It’s just that apparently the George and Shaun who wrote this journal were even closer than George and her Shaun. She didn’t know that was possible. But then, she didn’t really add sex to the mix.]

[adaptiveimmunities]

[He opens the journal. Reads very briefly. Closes the journal.]

Uh.

Gross?

[choosetruth]

Gross.

[She stands up, frowning, and starts to pace.]

Okay. Let's consider the facts. We know we're in Wonderland. We have different memories, and the journal doesn't corroborate either.

[...she doesn't want the journal to be right. She's too damn good at her job to discount the possibility. As little sense as it makes for her to apparently be boning her brother, it makes even less sense for Wonderland to magically alter their journal in a way that doesn't match either of their memories.

And they woke up in the same bed.]

God fucking dammit.

[adaptiveimmunities]

...I can't believe you're boning your brother.

[The fact that he would necessarily be boning his sister as well isn't lost on him, but he feels like an only child. It doesn't even feel possible to him.]

[choosetruth]

I have a girlfriend, asshole. [She gives him an acidic look.] How are you capable of being just as annoying as my brother if you don't remember being related?

[adaptiveimmunities]

[He shrugs.] It's a gift. You're welcome.

[And then after a brief pause:] Or Wonderland didn't change who we are, just what we remember.

[choosetruth]

[She points at him and nods.]

Exactly. This is so fucked up on so many levels.