entrancelogs | + Chalk it to me!

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

Oh. Well. Gren had always quietly promised himself that if Madison had ever showed up here, he'd very much like to push her off the top of the mansion roof. She sounded like a vicious piece of shit that the world would be better off without.

"She got murdered?" he's not sure if he should feel sorry for her or mad he lost his chance to do it himself. "...No. I guess she wouldn't. Misty's fuckin' decent like that. Uh- you are that decent?"

How do Mirrors even work, who knows.

Misty glances around as if making sure they're the only ones there, making sure that her Real isn't about and then she nods. "I don't know the details, but the only glimpse I have of the mansion before here? Is of Madison's body being carried up the stairs to the attic. One of the other ghosts wanted her," she says, making a face and, somehow, paling a bit as she says it. Even if she is fairly colourless on her own.

That gets a small smile and a shrug. "More than some I know," she admits, sighing. "I know it's the whole other side of people, and so the mirror people can be bad? But I'm just kind of... I don't have to worry about who knows what I am and what I can do. I like that part, so I just try and stay out of the bad parts of living there. Kind of nice being over here for a day or two though."

"...The fuck would a ghost want with a dead body?"

He asks the question and instantly regrets it. No. No he doesn't actually want to know the answer to that. "...Forget I asked that."

He listens, pays attention to what she has to say. He only knows vague stories about the real world behind the looking glass. Ironically, if he knew more, he'd learn that's where his mother now resides. Or rather...the echo of her. Because that's what the Mirrors were, in the Wonderland he knew. Echoes. Reflections of beings that may not necessarily exist in the living world any more.

"Sounds like a good idea, honestly. Keep the fuck away from the psychopaths and just live...or not best as you fuckin' can."

Misty merely stares at him, her smile tight but presence when he tells her not to talk about it. He really didn't want to know, of that she was certain. She wished she didn't know what he did the first time that Madison had died.

Not that it's all that different here. They're basically reflections of how their Reals could be, the lives they could be living. The right turn to their left.

She laughs at that, tucking a curl back behind her ear. "Thank you for that. Appreciate it. Do you have one? Over there? I mean, I know some try and communicate. I don't think my Real knows I'm there."

He rolls his eyes, letting out a soft, annoyed scoff.

"Yeah, I got one. He's fuckin' smiling all the time. Don't trust him as far as I can throw him."

Because it's not a real smile. He knows that much. It's the horrible, fakey shitty smile he used to have when he was stalking prey in the old days. Except this version of him tries to pretend that he's not a monster.

"I don't like him all that much."

She considers that, nodding. Maybe this one is crazy and she should worry about him, but her Real trusts him so she's nodding, believing him. "I'll be careful then," she says. "Promise."

It's better than the risks that she could be taking.

"I'll try and be careful when they make us go back," she says, knowing it's coming sooner than later. "It's a shame. It's been nice over here. Everyone is so much nicer."

Gren would be the first to admit that he's absolutely considered batshit. Dangerous, too. Still, that's only towards people he doesn't like- the sort that, in his opinion, ask for his full wrath anyway.

"Yeah, guess it is. But this place has got a lotta bullshit too. Events, shit like that."

She nods, making a face. "It's an odd trade off, I guess. And I'm here, so there's that. Whether it's that side or this side," she agrees, pushing to her feet and moving carefully amid the chalk frogs. "I think I'm going to go explore before things are over," she says, smiling widely at him. "It's been real nice meeting you."

"Guess there is that."

He offers a fleeting smile of his own. She was okay- Misty but not Misty. It was a weird concept to get his head around, but she'd given him no reason to be anything but friendly to her. His own stand-offish brand of friendly anyway.

"Yeah, sure. Uh...enjoy this side while you can, I guess."

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