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( the beach )

[ If you happen to be outside on the grounds and anywhere near the beach, you might see someone out there despite the time of the year. Winter isn't exactly optimal beach weather, after all, but if you look closer then you'll at least see this person is wearing appropriate clothes for the season instead of running around there in a bathing suit.

Maybe you end up approaching, and once you're close enough for Ange to spot you, she will do so and quickly wave you over without hesitation. ]

Hey! Are you also out here today? The sea looks great even during winter, huh?

[ Yes, someone is being oddly sociable today. There's a smile on her face as she says it too.. ]

( the kitchen )

[ There's another place where Ange can be found later on - a place where it's pretty unusual to find her, for people who know her enough to realise that. After all, Ange is completely incapable of cooking, nor does she have the motivation to do so.

But now she is most definitely there. And cooking. Judging by the pan she has on the stove and what's in it she's.. probably trying to make pancakes..? The batter looks oddly green though..

If someone enters, she'll look over and greet them with a smile. ]

Hey! Do you maybe want to be my taste tester once I'm done?

[ Are you brave enough to go along with it, more like. Or could you find it in your heart to say no to such a(n oddly) chipper girl? ]

[Kiyotaka Ishimaru rises bright and early! One can easily find him almost anywhere in the mansion. Throughout the halls, dining room, one of the tea rooms, the diner, the library, the grounds. No matter where, he'll greet the person in question with a chipper smile.]

Hello there! The day is off to a bright start, is it not? But we should not become complacent! Let us all work hard and do our best to find a way to get back home! By working together, there is no limit to what we can accomplish!

[He's pumped to get back home and optimistic about his chances. Because, as he currently recalls it, he managed to help prevent a murder from occurring back at Hope's Peak. It's left him with an everlasting high of optimism. He's sure that, with the power of teamwork, he can both return home and put an end to Monokuma's killing game once he's reunited with Mondo!]

[Damon's bar]

[Alternate reality or not, Gren's been spending more time at this bar these days. With Shawn gone, he needed a new watering hole and this place worked well enough. He often finds himself a quiet corner to drink in, perching on a bar stool, nursing a whiskey- but at least normally he'd give someone a passing glance, should they invade his personal space. Perhaps even off a gruff hello. This time, though, he casts anyone coming near him with a sharp look. Like their existing in his general space is a threat.]

The fuck do you even want?

[Perhaps the most telling thing about Gren is that he still has both his arms. You could be forgiven for thinking he's his Mirror, at first glance...except he's a bigger asshole than usual so probably not.]

[The lake]

[Gren can sometimes be found by the lake on occasion, seemingly not phazed by the cold- hardly noticing the snow drifting up his legs. His arms folded, he stares out at the lake, brow furrowed. He could just shed his glamour and dive the fuck in there, it'd be a slice of home. But this Gren won't do that. He sees no damn reason to trust any of the fuckers in this place. The mask will stay right on, thanks. He'll cast a scowl at anyone coming near him. ]

Jog the fuck on, Buddy. Plenty of fuckin' lake to stand by.

[Library]

[Sunburst looks considerably better groomed than usual- and he holds himself better. He stands straight, he doesn't look like he's constantly on the verge of some kind of nervous breakdown. He looks happy- because he genuinely is. As always, he can be found in the library- his love for books was something that remained true, a single constant in whatever version of himself he ended up being.

Unlike normal, Sunburst is moving around the library by teleporting- it's so much easier than plain old walking. He vanishes in a little ball of yellow magic, reappearing on a different floor. Regardless of if he knows you or not, if you're looking lost, he'll pop up next to you with a bright smile. ]

Hi! You need help finding something?

[Magic room]

[Regular old Sunburst spends some time in here too, but regular Sunburst doesn't have the power to really do much of anything. This version of Sunburst has no such problems. He can be found pouring over spell books, before turning to put them into practise. Perhaps you'll see him preforming a transfiguration spell- turning one thing into another, perhaps you'll see him levitating around the room- or turning a little flower into a sizeable, sentient monster-plant. Those are just warm ups, though, eventually, he focuses on a spot in the centre of the room, firing out a blast of magic- the air around it fizzles, like static, and for a second, a small crack appears- before it fades out. ]

...Darn. I thought I had it that time.

Deux Lux

It's amazing what one change will make. In this case, the only true regret Seth has known in the time he's aware of - since he's still not aware Kate will die and be possessed - then it's that he and Richie's mother had left them with their abusive and vindictive father until Richie was forced to kill the man to save them.

One simple change. That when she left him, she took her two precious, cared for and loved boys with her. That is the only change.

A change enough to leave Seth behind the bar at Lux, helping out since Lucifer disappeared, and whistling to himself as he cleans up. The jeans he wears are well fitted, and the cadet blue henley he wears is well fitted, showcasing a tone and firm body beneath. His hair is a bit longer in the front, not slicked back and falling over his brow, and if the back is cut up a bit more then it suits the years he spent in the military in a special forces unit for eight years.

All of the time he spent with a black ops unit after, the time he and Richie had done their own thing and made a name for themselves in the world, and they were happy. Even after coming to Wonderland.

He's happy there though as well. It's a new adventure, and one he's thrown himself into whole heartedly. He's happy, and he's willing to do what he can to have a good time.

When someone approaches the bar though, he offers a smile and a nod, coming over and sliding a coaster before them.

"What can I getcha?"

Anywhere around the mansion

Seth is fairly active around the mansion, even when he's not putting in time at the bar. He takes a lot of meals in the diner most days, uses the stairs to work out, and tries to keep busy as he has in his life before Wonderland.

Gone are the black suits with crisp white shirts and midnight ties. Instead it's jeans with tee shirts and sneakers or boots, his hair a bit shaggy though not messy.

( ooc: au idea is here. )

mansion entrance

( When people enter the mansion through the Event time, they will find an eight year old armed with chalk, paint, sparkles, and the like. She's drawing and painting on the walls: all kinds of sunny fun pictures with animals and people and her home. She's covered in paint, but having fun, playing music, dancing. The mansion'll clean it all up anyway.

While she's even shorter than Clementine normally is and her hair is longer, she still has her signature hat on her head. And sometimes she takes breaks to read the pile of books by all this paint: Charlotte's Web, Matilda, The BFG, and Where the Wild Things Are. )

outside

( Outside Clementine's still getting up to trouble, tossing water balloons toward unsuspecting people (or towards people joining in on the game. Some of these water balloons have glitter in them). If she hits someone, she tries to hide...behind some trees... and act like she is busy trying to collect bugs instead with a little net and magnifying glass. La de da. Nothing to see here. Don't mind the bucket of water balloons, hiding under a blanket nearby.

She's also taking some time to examine a l l the trees around to try to figure out which one would be good for a tree house. Clementine sometimes successfully jumping on to a lower branch and then getting stuck, or unsuccessfully jumping and jumping to try to reach, or.... actually making it to the very top if only to be unsure about how to get back down again. )

...uh! ( hrm. ) Anyone have a trampoline?

kitchen

( Clementine's never really allowed to make stuff in the kitchen on her own, but now she doesn't really have any adults telling her no. And she's kinda mischievous so she's in the kitchen, mixing all kinds of strange stuff together like gummy worms and candy and chocolate... and hot sauce. And then attempting to make cupcakes but turn them green with food coloring. It's hard to say if she's attempting to cook or attempting to do a science experiment with the wealth of ingredients around... and operating the oven and stove with giant oven mitts on her hands. At least.

This will be fine!)

Edited 2019-01-13 00:15 (UTC)

Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?

[This place doesn't have a night club, and maybe Eleanor will fix that properly someday. But for now, what this place does have is a bar, a great big bluetooth speaker, and every Rihanna song ever recorded on loop. And that's all Eleanor needs to start dancing all slutty.

And she needs to dance slutty. It's mostly a warm-up, of course. Whether she ends the night trying out every vibrator the closet has to offer or actually manages to seduce someone with her sick moves, it's all the same. Whatever can burn off this energy.

This energy that she's currently turning your way as she rolls her hips and runs her hands up her sides. She's more than a little drunk at this point, of course, so whether she's turning her attentions in an appropriate direction is, well, up for debate.]

And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now

[She doesn't have to drink cheap wine. But apparently that's where her palate is at. Plus, she can hug the box while she sit drinking on the...stairs? Yeah, apparently she ended up on the stairs at some point. Also it might be midday. She's lost track of time. Of anything. Nothing really matters here anyway, right? She's just trapped here. Without the one person who might be able to help her get out. Or make it all worth it.

She's just sad, okay? Too sad to do anything but drink. She doesn't even snap at you when you walk down the steps beside her. She just scoots over, mumbling into her glass.]

Sorry.

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line

[He wasn't playing football anymore, and running laps was always kinda of his least favorite part of something he already disliked a lot, but, well. At least when he's running it's harder to hear Dad's voice in his head, saying how out of shape he is, right?

The headphones help too. Music is one of the only things he can kinda keep to himself, even if he knows Dad would hate his taste in music too. Can't hear Dad judging you over Straight Blanchin', nooooope.

Still, he really has gotten out of shape. He's done a few laps around the halls, but trying the stairs was a baaaaaad idea. Soos doubles over, feeling all kinds of pukey, and tears his earbuds out, tossing them aside without even realizing he's not alone yet.]

Shoulda taken it slow. Shoooooulda taken it slow. Urgh.

He's a pin ball wizard

[Video games were a problem in college. Kind of the main problem. But man, he had money of his own now! And his own room! And time of his own! And it was just so hard not to indulge. For hours. And days. The days he was supposed to be spending going to class and to practice. And just before Wonderland snagged him out of his dorm room, he'd just gotten his final warning from his coach, and more importantly, from his Dad who coach called to yell at him.

But then, all of a sudden, he was in Wonderland. And he had even more time, and money didn't even matter, so...why not set up an arcade?

Well, the "why not" might be apparent to anyone who happens to walk by or room near Soos, given the constant deafening noise from the machines. Particularly when Soos gets into the groove on his favorite pinball machine. Man, those bells and whistles are soothing compared to the way his Dad sounded on the phone, though. Not that he'll be able to explain that to his latest complaining neighbor, of course. Or maybe this one is just interested in video games too?]

[Closed to Georgia]

Shaun wakes up. Stretches. Blinks drowsily at the ceiling the way he does every morning. Then he stiffens and turns his head. There's someone in bed with him. A woman with short, dark hair who he could swear he's never seen before in his life. And? He's not wearing pants.

He jumps out of bed.

"What the fuck?"

[OTA]

Shaun is still an Irwin (even in this new life he can't imagine having made a different choice), so many of his habits remain the same. He goes to the range to fire a variety of weapons from guns to crossbows. He runs when he's in the mood. He lives his life as someone who has never had a sibling that they're attached at the hip to.

He has no idea who Georgia Mason is.

A: Pitt-Patt Hall
[Kokichi's regret was a rather interesting one indeed... See, the SHSL ??? from his class was murdered before anyone got to see what his talent was, and Kokichi was practically dying to know what it was.

In this reality, he peeked into the metaphorical Pandora's box.

If there's anything Wonderland was good for, it had a knack for pulling people out of dangerous games at the wrong time. Sure, Kokichi was happy to not have to worry about the Mastermind trying to kill him for knowing things he should not, but at the same time he realizes he's gonna have to go back one day and continue the chase.

In the meantime, he'll treat this situation like an extended vacay. He'll be in the Pitt-Patt Hall today, playing another round of tabletop golf. Feel free to join him.]

B: Tea Room.
[Sometimes, though, this version of Kokichi will go to a tea room with a sketchbook and pencil. He prefers to be alone at these times, undisturbed while he sips his tea and sketches out a map of a particular floor from the Academy from memory.]

Now, let's see... I know I could raid that pig's lab for something to get rid of the bugs... But then I'd have to get through the door. That thing's probably reinforced... I mean, I've seen what the other labs are like... But maybe... [He scribbles a couple of details on his map... Then erases them.] Nah, bombs are gonna be too obvious...

[. . . GROAN.] If only I could take stuff from Wonderland home with me! Then I could end the killing game for sure!

C (Post Event): Vendors.
[On one hand, Wonderland was a freaking tease. On the other, Kokichi hadn't forgotten what he learned in that other life.

Of course, other realities mean truths that do not apply to his own, so the first thing he did after breakfast that morning was grab that unused Vendor Card from the Christmas disaster and head straight for the booth selling things from his world. It was kind of hard to miss: They had the wax effigies of four of his classmates hanging upside down from a sturdy hat rack right next to the goods.]

... Wow, thanks Yonaga-chan. [He flatly muttered to himself before turning his attention to the vendor.] Hey, buddy! Sorry I'm late, but I was wondering if you had one of those Monopads in stock? Like, the one belonging to Amami-chan! ... Yeah, Amami Rantaro? This guy? [He jabbed his finger at the tallest wax boy on display.

Sure enough, the vendor pulled out a particular Monopad and turned it on. The message on the screen was all Kokichi needed to see, but...]

Actually, nevermind. I don't think that would be useful here. Could you get me some of Iruma Miu's inventions instead? I want one of those! ... No! Not the eye-drop contacts, stupid! ... I don't wanna read manga in my sleep either!

[He'll eventually trade his vendor card for an Electrohammer (an oversized hammer that disables any electronic device it hits) but if you wanna catch him haggling with the vendor or just gawk at the strange selection of items from his world nobody's gonna stop you.]

A: The Gardens.
Basil Hallward was alive when he last saw him. That's what Dorian knows. A simple form of blackmail involving the insensitive laws of his time was enough to keep the painter quiet.

But the problem is, there was a chance that Basil might have ended up like Dorian's first lover. That sort of guilt just gnawed at Dorian's conscience until it drove him to Paris. He didn't care how foolish Lord Henry thought the endeavor was, he had to see if Basil was still alive...

Damn Wonderland for bringing him here before he could find out.

Dorian paced through the gardens that cold winter morning, lost in thought. This felt normal to him. Even with the perpetual snow, there was something about the greenery that brought to mind a familiar sort of beauty he had lost ages ago, in spite of his youthful appearance. The kind of beauty one can't see with the naked eye, that could only be experienced.

"If only Basil could see this..." He mused to himself. "Would he take kindly to being brought here, though? I don't even know anymore..."

B: Anywhere else.
Dorian's life hasn't really changed, outside of wishing he was in Paris or wishing his old friend was brought to Wonderland. He'll still go about his usual routine, still take his pet rabbit on walks, still stopping by one of the local bars every now and then... Still wishing the art gallery was still there.

"Perhaps I should try opening a new gallery? Certainly, it would be the least I could do."

Edited 2019-01-13 18:29 (UTC)

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