[OPEN] this is a fair rowdy-dow, make no mistake about that

[nascensibility]

Who: Evelyn & YOU!
Where: All about the grounds.
When: 3/20 - 3/27
Rating: PG-13 (probably for language?)
Summary: Evie's catch-all for the event!
The Story:


{March 20th - 22rd || Asylum}

[Evelyn has always had a passionate dislike of sanatoriums. Hospitals. Clinics. The doctor's office in the little town just outside Mentmore Towers. The sterile environments, in their attempts to be reassuringly clean and tidy, make her uneasy (Hell, it's why she insisted on having Doctor Carothers come to the house when she was in labour). When the estates outside London began taking in soldiers from the Great War as convalescent homes, she remembers hiding behind the sofas as stretcher after stretcher was carried in, men pushed in on wheelchairs, limping with crutches.

It was horrifying.

She has seen more horrifying things since then, of course, but the places themselves are unfortunately discomfiting and waking up in a white-tiled room with little metal cots was not the way Evie wanted to start her day.

While the (obviously) Mansion-spawned orderlies were very polite, there was something flinty about their eyes that made her nervous. They told her she was here for delusions, that her husband would visit her next week-end.

Worse yet, Evelyn almost wanted to believe them.]

[NOTE: Evie can get trapped in psychological warfare with herself at times, so she'll be wandering through the asylum halls for the first three days wondering if these damned orderlies are lying or not. Please feel free to ~say hi~]



{March 23rd - 24th || Merpeople}

[Thrilled as she was to feel as though she had escaped that mental ward by the skin of her teeth, Evie was secretly pleased to be subjected to Wonderland's treatment on the fourth day. All it took was a walk on the beach with her feet in the surf before she met the ground a lot harder than intended and realised her legs had been replaced with familiar fins.

Having actually experienced this in a previous event, Evelyn is delighted by the reprieve and will spend most of the day swimming out in the water.]



{March 24th - 27th || Gender-Swap}

[The last few days of this 'event' are not particularly kind to her.

Evelyn wakes up cursing because she's likely overslept after staying out late reading in the gazebo, practically falls out of her bed, and dusts herself off in front of her mirror only to shriek in fright because a strange man is standing there in her nightie.

She demands an explanation, he...mirrors her every move...and the voice that just came out of her mouth is decidedly not feminine.]

Oh, my God.

[There was once a time when Evelyn wondered what it would be like to be a man, and now she knows: adjusting things down there is awfully uncomfortable and she fairly gives up on attempting the shave away the morning stubble in favour of more important pursuits like tying this damnable tie.

But someone else probably knows how to do that, so she - he? - addresses the network.]

Ah- I'm sorry to be a bother, but does- does anyone know how to put one of these on?

[She holds the offending article up.]

I'd greatly appreciate some assistance.

Comments

video;

[onsilksheets]

[Oh, Evelyn. Bela is completely sympathising with you at the moment. Waking up as a man and dealing with sudden 'surprises' wasn't exactly fun. She had managed to keep on top of the stubble for the most part, but personally, Bela found a little sexy.

Unlike that god awful tie that Evelyn was holding up for everyone to see.]

Surely you could have picked a better looking tie than that, darling. [Old habits died hard. Even when one was a man.]

video;

[nascensibility]

[Excuse you, stranger, but the last time Evelyn checked, this sort of pattern was in vogue! Her brother would know, of course - Jonathan always keeps up with the trends.]

Do I know you?

[she - he - replies indignantly, looking more than a bit put-out.]

video;

[onsilksheets]

[Well, the last time she checked, fashion had moved on from that. Like into the twenty first century.]

Don't think so. Doesn't mean I can't offer fashion advice.

[Whoever he was, he wasn't bad looking.]

video;

[nascensibility]

Oh?

[Evelyn (Edmund? No, Evelyn is also a boy's name, it's fine) sounds dreadfully unamused.]

And what would you suggest?

action; March 27th

[five_oh]

[ It's Blake's second time around as a woman, and she has to admit that it's a lot harder than she was expecting it to be, especially when there are plenty of opportunities for those heels to turn her ankle right out from under her. Thankfully, practice makes perfect.

She's dressed herself somewhat appropriately for what happens to be the last day of the event, even if she can't know that's the case.

Blake is fiddling with a bangle around her dainty wrist, turning a corner just in time to come face-to-face with a curly-haired man.

Oh, hello.

How did she miss this guy again? She ventures to guess it must be someone affected by the event, but that doesn't help with the gaping as she tries to collect herself. ]

Sorry, didn't see you there...

[ She tucks her hair behind her ear and reminds herself not to stare. Oops. ]

action; *LAUGHS*

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn wishes she - he - had the advantage of having experienced this before, but it had never really occurred to her how frustratingly difficult it might be to get together a decent outfit...and men don't even have as many choices as women! Today's ensemble isn't exactly the height of fashion, perhaps it's a bit rumpled in places and the collar is askew, but no one can say that she didn't try.

So immersed in her uncomfortable attire - as much as Evie likes to pry suspenders off of other people, wearing them herself feels a little awkward - she hardly notices she isn't alone until she practically bumps into a woman in the hall.]

No! No, I'm- I'm terribly sorry.

[She smooths her waistcoat and clears her throat. In a completely manly fashion.]

Wasn't looking where I was going.

action;

[five_oh]

[ Oh, yes, how very manly. Blake's certainly impressed. Or, well, she would be if her focus didn't keep wandering toward that collar. If should could just reach out— But no, that's not exactly the kind of thing people tend to be comfortable with. ]

Makes two of us, actually. Are you—? [ She gestures at Evelyn, up and down. ] 'Cause I'm— [ A similar gesture spared for Blake to illustrate his unclear point. ] —not usually like this.

March 24th [video]

[jolting]

[yeah, going to the gazebo was a bad idea. The video catches his interest and he (she) smiles, understanding the problem instantly]

Some men go for clip-ons, if that helps.

[video] awww what a perfect whale pb

[nascensibility]

I'd rather just learn how to do it myself,

[she replies petulantly, perhaps looking a bit more distraught than one ought to expect.]

I suppose I'll just have to look it up in the library.

[video] ty I like her

[jolting]

You can't learn a thing like this at the library. [he pauses, giving the man on the other end a smile] I could help you. We modern ladies sometimes take to wearing ties.

March 22nd, Asylum

[cursebreaking]

[Really, knowing what she did about Wonderland and the trouble it liked to stir, Emma should have shut herself away in her room with Henry and just done her best not to move until all of this was over -- but truth be told, she doesn't have it in her to sit around and wait.

She's already had an uncomfortable experience with body-swapping, but that hasn't deterred her from investigating the mansion further. Those investigations have brought her to what was once the second floor, now a hospital whose purpose is almost painfully obvious, thanks to the nameless orderlies going back and forth and nodding their heads at her as they pass.

She slows as she nears an open door, the name on the plaque catching her attention -- is it just that it's familiar, or something else?

Before she can decide, she finds herself knocking.]

Ms. O'Connell?

YEAH GIRL

[nascensibility]

[Wandering outside the halls doesn't seem like much of an option anymore. Not when everyone else is so convinced that this is how things are supposed to be, that she simply dreamed up everything - the mummy, the plagues, and this new 'Wonderland' nonsense the doctors were talking about.

Are they even doctors? She demanded to see a medical license and got hauled back to her room for her troubles. Which is where the next intruder might find her, sitting primly on the edge of her cot, hands folded in her lap, wondering if making a break for it would even be worth the effort.]

Come in,

[she sighs, rubbing at her temple.]

AW YEAH BADASS MOMS CLUB

[cursebreaking]

[Yikes. The woman sitting at the edge of her bed looks like she's been having a rough time of it, which is understandable enough, given the setting -- even for how used to the unusual Emma has become, the asylum makes her feel on edge, uncomfortable. Something here is distinctly not right, but she's not sure she can leave before she figures out what it is.

She lets herself in once the patient gives her the go-ahead, pausing at the end of the bed.]

Thought I would check in. How are you feeling today?

[... she's almost sure she only meant to ask 'how are you doing.' Weird slip.]

[radiobroad]

[ Philip can see the resemblance when he tries, but it's really the room that tips him off. Now that is definitely a familiar look and, well, given his current situation it's not too difficult to put two and two together.

(In fact, even the problem itself rings very familiar, but then, addressing the network because of his bloody bra didn't seem all that brilliant an idea.) ]

So I guess you've been to the gazebo too, huh?

[nascensibility]

I went last night, yes, I was reading and then I came back here and now-

[Upset, Evelyn gestures to all of himself - herself - whatever. Whatever this is. Running a hand through much shorter curls than she's used to, she sits on the edge of the bed and tosses the tie over one shoulder.]

-now I'm an absolute mess.

[She frowns at the little screen for a long moment, though, and asks warily:]

...have we met before?

[radiobroad]

[ Philip laughs. ]

That's a bit of a harsh way to put it.

[ Really, it feels like he should take at least a second or so to defend the glory of manliness, because he sure would love to be back on his own three feet (terrible joke fully intended), but then again, remembering the first time he was in this-- well, mess, right, there you go; back then he'd have shared the sentiment completely.

Now he's about down to half of it, and chalking it up to everyday Wonderland annoyances helps to take away some of the burden. But not much of the discomfort of that previously mentioned (and still very much cursed) bra. ]

...Erm.

[ And speaking of the first time this happened, he doesn't remember Evelyn playing a part in it, so that probably means she's due for an explanation now. The explanation ("explanation") being a very short and sweet: ]

It's Philip.

March 23rd;

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey...May not have left. You end up as an adult again, you think that taking a break would be a wise idea and suddenly you end up with salmon fins and the slightest hint of scales...

So he hasn't figured out that it'll go away. (He's ignoring it.) Instead he's just exploring, heedless of who he might be swimming past.]

[nascensibility]

[For research purposes (as is usually how it goes with Evelyn), she is hovering vaguely near one of the reefs and collecting empty shells as samples. She starts as something swims past her before she realises that it's another person.]

...oh! Hello.

[evilhandissues]

[Engrossed, Lindsey doesn't turn right and nearly smacks her in the face before he grins. A wide grin.]

I'm sorry! I didn't see you.

I can understand you!

March 23rd

[ladyphale]

[Aziraphale decided she was going to go read on the beach. She puts up an umbrella and sets up a beach chair and starts reading. After a while, the water starts lapping at her feet and she looks down, considering moving only to see a pair of flippers. She stares in confusion.]

Oh dear...

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn, who has been having a lovely time swimming about in her new form, let's the tide pull her up onto the sand next to someone new.]

Hallo.

[With the water still lapping at her fins, she doesn't appear apt to changing anytime soon. Chin braced in one hand, she gives a little wave.]

A bit disconcerting at first, I know.

[ladyphale]

[She smiled a bit awkwardly.] That's how I would phrase it, I believe. Ah... You seem to have acclimated to it, though.

Sorry about the delay I AM HERE NOW

[paper_knight]

As soon as he'd realized what was happening on the second floor, he'd bundled his most essential notes and belongings together and headed out the door, fully intending to camp outdoors for the duration if need be.

But now he's back, trotting up and down the hall and pounding on doors. It's occurred to him that his neighbors might need to be broken out. Or warned, at the very least.

But the longer he spends in the hall, the harder it gets to focus on his goal. Helping swerves inevitably towards curing, escape increasingly becomes a cause for alarm.

By the time he reaches Evelyn's door, try as he might to avoid it, his gait has become much more measured. Authoritative. He shakes his head violently and knocks. "Evie?"

MY DARLING!!!

[nascensibility]

The longer Evelyn spends in her room, the easier it is to believe that Wonderland has really just been a terrible dream. A dream she has conveniently woken from, that no one here is anyone she actually knows, that her family will come and visit her in a day or two. A day or two. A day or two.

"Hallo?"

She replies suddenly, startled from her incredibly busy prospect of staring at the door, the floor, the walls. But the voice sounds familiar, it makes her sit upright for a moment.

"...Mark?"

Re: MY DARLING!!!

[paper_knight]

"Mrs. Carnahan," he says, stuttering slightly as his tone slips from urgency to ordinary concern. "May I come in?"

There are keys in his pockets for emergencies, of course there aren't, there never were, but it's important that patients have some sense of privacy.