entrancelogs | [Semi-Closed] Isn't it a little early for a mid-life crisis?

Who: Alistair & Mystique + others maybe
Where: Around Wonderland
When: April 22nd and several days after
Rating: PG-13, talk of death
Summary: Alistair has gotten first-hand experience with Wonderland deaths and he really needs to just not think about anything for a while thanks.
The Story:

[Waking up had been a surprise, no matter what he'd heard before. It wasn't the first time Alistair had fallen and expected not to wake up again but this time was different. This time he didn't come to with an old woman looking down at him and telling him that all his comrades bar one had died. That was the good part. That other bit? The actually dying bit after feeling himself eaten away by that fungus? That was really not good.

He'd known since shortly after he became a Warden that he didn't have a long life ahead of him. And after Ostagar, with a Blight and an archdemon and a civil war to contend with, he'd known that he could die at any time. That his chances of surviving it all were small. But it had never been so immediate. So real. And he'd never expected it to be fleeting. It's unnerving in so many ways, twisting inside him and making him wish he found prayer as reassuring as so many of the other boys at the monastery had. But the Maker never answered any of his prayers before and when he tries his thoughts just chase themselves in circles and the words won't come.

It's too quiet on his own with only a cat to talk to - a cat that does his best but their conversations do get a little samey after a while. So he goes in search of company, with a mewling kitten squirming in his arms and climbing his shoulders all the while. He starts by checking in on his friends here in Wonderland, knocking on their doors and waiting hopefully for a response, difficult to ignore with the cries of his feline companion to alert people to his presence.

Eventually he finds himself wandering the mansion and grounds (mostly) alone in search of company. He can be heard coming a mile away, loud mewling broken up by words.]

I know! [And-] I think you have a point but have you thought about the mess it will make?

[Alistair is quick to interrupt his current conversation as soon as he spots someone - anyone - else to talk to.]

Look Purrlock, company!

[And if his smile seems a little forced and his words even more boisterous than usual, well, the last event was hard on everyone right?]

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[She's been avoiding people too, since the event. She's always maintained to people that she isn't a hero - being in the spotlight has always been too much pressure, too much thinly-veiled anxiety for her to be able to handle it for more than a few minutes before the instinct to disappear into the shadows takes over. The event had been much the same - there had been a threat, and instead of going out to help people, she'd isolated.

It hadn't been until the event was over that it had even occurred to her that she should've made sure that Alistair (and some others, including that little girl) was all right, and the pang of guilt upon finding his room empty of signs he'd been there in the last few days was enough to bring an uncomfortable knot into her throat (and yes, she'd broken into the room with some careful lockpicking).

The knock at her door interrupts her reading (she's learning to speak Spanish, a common distraction for the aspiring polyglot), but the mewling is what draws her curiosity and attention.

Opening the door and seeing Alistair there is a bit much for her to take, considering, so hopefully he doesn't take too much offense to the tight hug she draws him in for.

There had been two possibilities when she'd found his room empty. From what she'd seen from the network (the posts she'd combed through, late at night) if someone was going to disappear for good, their room would too -- so that left the more sinister of the two options to assume on.]

....you're back.

[She lets that hang in the air, pulling back enough to open her door further. It's an invitation, if he wants to take it.]

_{[Anders has seen plague decimate more than one town in his time. He'd known spores in the air could be bad in such a small, contained area, very bad, he just hadn't been prepared to find out how many people had died or were absent in the days following the event. Some of them people he knows.

Having failed to come back to his room, Alistair counts among the unaccounted for. Anders should know--he's been checking.

Not being able to get in contact with his fellow Warden had left him on high alert, anxious and trying not to show it, and he'd been making regular passes around the mansion and to Alistair's room to see if he'd make a reappearance. Odd to think of people drifting in and out of this place, and in and out of death, like vagabonds passing through a crossroads, but there's nothing else for it. Anders doesn't have much of a choice but to wait and see what happens, and make sure Alistair's cat is fed in the interim.

Feeling helpless is not something he enjoys, and he enjoys picturing Alistair dead even less. As a result, the morning he makes his customary stop and finds Alistair's room has an occupant in it again, he's overjoyed with relief.

Here's hoping Alistair wasn't hoping for a quiet start to the day because there's one mage in Wonderland eager to burst in and reunite with his future king.]}

You're here! Thank the Maker. I was beginning to wonder.

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22nd | apologies for the slow!