[OPEN/PARTY POST] And when you all get shot and try to carry on;

[cursebreaking]

Who: Anyone and everyone who is already a participant or wishes to join the Wonderland resistance! That means you. Yes, you. Get in here!
Where: Fort Dixon-Potter
When: Sunday, 6/15, 9:00 PM and onwards.
Rating: PG by default.
Summary:
The Story:
Sometime before nine o'clock rolls around, those who know their way begin heading towards the resistance hideout in the woods -- or Fort Dixon-Potter, as its come to be known. To any who have been invited to attend but don't quite know how to get there, Daryl Dixon has made himself available to escort people to the meeting, letting people in a few at a time.

Though the resistance's de facto leader is no longer with them, several veteran members have chosen to make use of their resources and bring as many more people into the fold as they can. There's food provided for all who attend: burgers, hot dogs, and other standard cookout fare to be passed around throughout the evening. Notebooks will be handed to all new members, and all will be asked to sign their names on the official roster, for reasons. It's time to discuss how to move forward with Operation: Anti-Jabberwocky. If anyone has questions about the last eight months or so in Wonderland? Now is the time to ask.

((OOC: This log is the follow-up to this post concerning re-organizing the resistance. If you're looking for the full OOC rundown of what the resistance is and how you can use it as a tool ingame, please see the information provided here and here! Feel free to use any of the subthreads below, or start top-levels for your characters as you see fit!))

Comments

[glumshoe]

That's a generous assumption that I still have it. [ Ha. HA.. haaa. Jokes. ]

[ Considering what Natasha has to say about it, there's safe bets to be made about just what or specifically who is in the basement. ]

Ah, I'd take solace in the fact that no one is irreplaceable. [ The FBI, at least, does know how to turn out its own on his ear when appropriate, and maybe their organization has a similar bureaucratic quagmire. ] You do seem more head of security than HR.

[widows_kiss]

You seem to have it as much as any of the rest of us here. [She gives a wry look around them, lips twisting in faint amusement.] The again, we're all being held captive in Wonderland by an evil Queen and apparently our sort-of doppelgangers. I think sanity's another issue entirely these days.

[His assessment has her grin returning, however. She casts him a sly glance out of the corner of her eye.] Do I? I don't know, I might make a very effective deterrent for excessive complaints that way.

[glumshoe]

Taking a backseat to whenever the next dinosaur attack is? [ Or America decides to get another and start a petting zoo. Will's lips purse briefly. ] Seems like the issue in light of recent events. Or Event. It has the fundamental power to alter our memories and I have little doubt it has reason not to stretch us rubber bands and see how far we'll stretch before snapping.

[ Will's laugh is more air than voice, but it's there, crow's feet creasing his eyes. ] Service with a smile, help people handle their business or you'll handle it for them. Must be very fulfilling for you.

[widows_kiss]

Dinosaurs? Don't tell me I missed the dinosaurs. Was it more Flintstones or Jurassic Park? [She perhaps looks a little too delighted by that revelation.

As for the reminder of that event, she makes a face, because she was a thrilled about that afterwards as everyone else. Even if it wasn't as startling a concept to her as it might be to some.]

This place has the ability to yank us out of our timestreams with no one noticing and lock us in a fairy tale bubble. With magical closets. And it's the brainwashing we're worried about. Not that I'm all that fond of it. Although I suppose, as far as strange curses go, giving almost everyone a giant family and an animal shape wasn't the most nefarious of events. It was even sort of fun, I thought.

[Then again, she has a strange sense of humor. But hey. No one ended up dead. There are much worse results to brainwashing.

She flashes him said smile, looking smugly pleased for a moment.] I do enjoy a job I that leaves me feeling satisfied and accomplished at the end of the day.

[glumshoe]

Land of the Lost.

[ His inflection goes full on playful; he doesn't want to give her the wrong impression, the only dinosaurs he's heard of in Wonderland involve Alfred's apocrypha, though residents with longer tenures than him may attest differently.

A fair enough perspective on it, but Natasha also didn't end up naked in the bed of a complete horndog, thankfully. ]

No, I suppose not. If Wonderland wanted I'm sure it could have chosen not to return our memories at all. That, or brainwashing, same kind of threat in my opinion. We can be put into physical harm repeatedly and make it out, or revive at the end. We still remember what happened to us, for the most part. Catch-22 everywhere, survive and remember terrible things or remember the wrong things about yourself.

[ Will Graham: professional wet blanket. He tries to lighten the mood again. ]

Maybe I should give it a whirl. My job can leave a body feeling pretty cynical about the world at the end of the day.