entrancelogs | + Chalk it to me!

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+ Chalk it to me! - Mingle Log +

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: Anywhere outside on Real Side, but mostly in the gardens!
When: 3/14-3/20
Rating: PG, warn if going higher than PG-13
Summary: Alice has invited everyone, Reals and Mirrors alike, to come color outside in the nice spring weather with magic chalk. Surely nothing could go wrong with that plan, right?
The Story:

Outside, the weather is absolutely beautiful. It's not too hot, but not too cold either, and no one would have ever realized there was snow on the ground yesterday if they hadn't been here to see it. The grass is green and everything is dry - no sign of melted snow anywhere at all. Flowers have begun to bloom and it truly looks as though it's been spring for some time already. The season has changed abruptly and now Wonderland's decided it's time for it to be nice out.

There are many paths through the gardens, the vendors, and the hedge maze that can be drawn on, but as Alice demonstrated in her post, there's no need at all to stick to pavement only. Even the air can be decorated with living drawings!

This is a log for people who want to come color outside or people who want to check out what others are doing out here. It isn't strictly to interact with Alice, but she'll be around and will have a top level.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I wonder how they make chalk that can do this. I know they do a lot here," she says, beginning to draw a new one, obviously trying to make them smaller and smaller. "But this is just so wondrous to me when it's not drawn from our minds like they say of the other things you all go through.

She smiles at that, nodding. "I don't mind being over there. It's not much different than things were before. A giant place with too many rooms with some people that are good to us and others that aren't."

"Something in the way the magic here works, I guess." Cisco doesn't accept magic at a blind level, he still thinks there must be a way to study it, learn from it, and understand it, but until a way to do so presents itself, he knows enough about Wonderland to know he has to accept that there is magic in it.

"Yeah, that makes sense. I guess that's just kinda... the multiverse over, though. Good and bad everywhere you go, right?" He sits down and lets the frog dance across his fingers and watches her drawing some more. "Oh my god, they're so tiny." He sounds entirely pleased by that fact.

"I've had a lot of magic in my life, but never nothing like this place," she admits, watching as this tiny little frog begins to wriggle and hop as the others had. "I should draw something else but this brings me peace," she admits, canting her head to look at him.

"You deal with all of this before Wonderland? We never did. Me and my Real? It was never like this. I like it I like being surrounded by magic."

Grinning at his reaction, liking it as she holds out her hand. "I'm Misty."

"That seems to be a pretty common occurrence around here, actually." He admits, smiling a little. "Eh, I say follow your heart."

As if to accentuate the point, he grabs a piece of pink chalk and draws a heart, but shades it just so, so that it looks more like a bubble and watches as it floats up off the ground and into the air.

"Not quite. There's a lot of decidedly weird stuff going on at home, but no magic to speak of." He smiles and dusts his hand on his jeans, shaking her hand. "Cisco."

Misty watches the heart, smile widening as it floats away. "I hadn't thought of things like that. Balloons perhaps," she says, starting to draw again, working on a hot air balloon after shaking his hand.

"What kind of weird things? Would you tell me about them?"

He smiles and draws a few random (non-harmful) animals, watching them skitter around with each other.

"There was an accident at a science lab a few years ago that created superpowers in a lot of people that were in the blast radius of the explosion." That was the easiest summary of it, at least. "My friends and I kind of... try to keep the chaos in the city at bat."

Misty laughs, watching frogs and other little creatures racing about with one another. It's kind of how this place feels. At least on this side of the mirror.

She stops drawing though, looking up at him curiously. "Do you have superpowers then?"

He nods a bit at the question, "Yeah, I do." He admits. It depends on how much she knows about the idea of alternate universes. Which.... considering, she probably knows enough. "They don't work very well here, because I guess Wonderland doesn't like that I could normally just get us all anywhere in the multiverse in seconds. So it kinda messes with my powers a bit."

Her eyes widen at that, her hot air balloon lifting, struggling to rise though still tethered to the ground with chalk lines. Yet her attention is on him.

"How? Tell me how it works? PLease?" It's exciting and new and she wants to hear it all.

"I can show you, if you want? It's a little wobbly, but it still works." He shrugs a little. Sometimes the destination doesn't end up right, but it's still totally safe for him to breach in Wonderland, as long as he doesn't try to do it on an epic scale like before.

Despite being surrounded by tiny frogs, her attention is utterly on Cisco. "Oh. Yes please? I would love to see it."

Her eyes light up, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, watching him eagerly.

"Nah, you're not sittin' this one out," he insists, holding his hand out for her to take so they can both get to their feet. If she accepts, he helps her up and then he turns away from her, aiming one hand up in the air, where blue and white light or energy swirl together, small at first, until it's big enough that it's almost like a doorway. He glances back at Misty over his shoulder and grins again, "Come on," he nods his head in a 'follow me' motion and if she wants it, his free hand is there for the taking as they step through the energy.

It's almost like stepping through a wall of water, except nobody actually gets wet. When they walk through the other side, they're on the roof of the mansion, a safe distance away from the edge to avoid any mishaps, but a perfect spot to perch and see everything on the grounds of the mansion below. "What d'ya think?" He asks, turning his attention toward Misty again, and with his hand dropped back down to his side, the breach closes with a soft whoosh.

Misty's eyes go wide at that, but when she puts her hand in his, she can't help but smile. Since she had become a ghost, no one had ever touched her. Even if she knows it's possible. The former Supreme had carried on an affair with one, why couldn't she take someone's hand?

Mesmerized by the change, staring at it with her jaw hanging a bit open. It's nothing like any magic she's ever seen. Laughing as she hurries to follow him, taking his hand as he guides her through the portal.

Still laughing when they emerge on the other side though it ends with a gasp, stunned. "OH. Oh. Whoa. That's amazing." Glancing back at the breach, reaching out to where it was and feeling nothing. "How though... How far can you use those back home?"

Cisco grins at the delighted way she takes in everything-- from the way his power presented to the sensations of going through the breach, to being suddenly on the roof. Her joy only makes him grin bigger for having caused it in the first place.

"Pretty far. I can go pretty much anywhere in the world... and I've used it to go other worlds, too. Like--" He waves one hand as he talks. "My world, back home, has sort of proven the existence of multiple realities. Each one has a different frequency and if I can find the frequency for a version of Earth, then I can travel to it." He's become so used to it that it's kind of wild to explain to someone who isn't.

Slowly she spins around, looking at how far up they are, a distance that couldn't merely be some sort of thing as she might do going through walls.

"How did you find out about those," she wonders, turning back to him. "The other worlds? How could you know they were there? Are they like this world, the Real, and us mirrors?"

It makes sense when she thinks about it like that.

"It's kind of a long story... but the cliffnotes version is my team and I accidentally created a singularity that was going to destroy everything and when we stopped it, we broke the barriers between the multi-verse." Even that summary sounds over-the-top and confusing without all the pieces, but he latches more easily onto the other part of her question. "Yeah, it's similar... the worlds back home aren't as close as this side and the mirror side of Wonderland are, so it's not as easy for people to cross through, but it's possible."

"I want to ask how you accidentally do that but I suspect it will just make me stare and nod at you," she admits with a laugh, shaking his head. "My schooling, well my Real's schooling, ended after an incident and her parents took her home so it didn't happen again."

And she knew it wasn't a good thing, and she is hurt by all that she's lacked, and now still doesn't have except for moments like this.

"I still feel like it doesn't make sense sometimes and I lived it, if that makes you feel any better." Seriously. His life is insane, Misty. He listens to her explanation, though and his face falters a bit. "That sucks... Is your life- or the memories of your life, are they really similar to your Real's?" He knows they aren't always identical in their histories.

She nods then. "I've talked to others, and some are way different. Me and Misty though, ours diverge at the same point, and it's the end of her life." Her smile is tight and sad, glancing away and back. "We died and she went to Hell. I stayed at Miss Robichaux's. As a ghost," she says, shrugging. "I assume hers is what truly happened, but maybe it's both."

"Damn, that's harsh." Death was a turning point for a lot of people in Wonderland, in a wide variety of ways, though, so it's somehow not all that surprising, either. "So, are you a ghost here, too?" He supposed she never really existed anywhere except here, but it seems too theoretical to get that technical about it, so he keeps it simple and conversational.

"That's definitely what it is," she agrees with a nod. "And I am. I only realized it when others slept, when they ate and I didn't. Even the mirrors do things that Reals do like that."

This she can talk about much more matter of factly. "But not like other ghosts, someone told me. Because I can touch people when I want to."

"Freaky." But he doesn't say it in a way that is negative, and there's a little bob to his head as he mulls the idea over. "Do you have any special ghost powers or anything?" What, he's curious!

"It is freaky," she says, grinning at that. "And my Real is a witch, so maybe it's witch different," she says, shrugging because she's never really thought about it as much as some have told her that they're different.

"Besides walking through walls? I can effect the electricity of lights, making them flicker on and off, and I can..." She reaches for his arm, and lets her hand go through it though a moment ago he'd been holding her hand.

"Maybe... I met a witch when I was here the first time- Freya Mikaelson. Do you know her?" Because.... all the witches are friends. Or... something. That's how it works, right? Whatever, it's totally a legitimate question!

He's about to ask her something about that electricity thing when she reaches out to grab him, and her hand passes right through him. "Okay, that's kinda awesome." He grins as he looks back up at her again.

"I think I've seen her. Through the mirror to this side. I like to watch what people are doing over here. There seems to be a lot more on this side rather than on the other side of the mirror. Most there are either wild, or they're scary. Over here they seem so much nicer." Just as Cisco is being so nice to her. It means a lot, and she can't help but smile despite admitting how scary they are on the other side.

"I can do some of the normal ghost things, and then some that are particular to the house. There's just some that draw the dead in and they can... well, live. Kinda live, anyways."

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