it's hard to lose a chosen one [open]

[determinedest]

Who: Frisk (+ potential bonus Chara) and YOU!
Where: In your room. Yes, your room.
When: August 21st - August 23rd
Rating: PG? PG-13? these threads always end up bouncing all over the place. Will adjust if needed.
Summary: There's a small child in your room. Maybe they're going through your personal effects without any regards for privacy. Look, this is perfectly socially acceptable behavior in an RPG, all right?
The Story:

The past few days have been a gross unbalancing of their equilibrium, and Frisk has made the unilateral decision that they need something to help them reach that sense of stability again. Too much time has been spent lying on the floor of their room, sometimes with Chara, sometimes alone, enjoying the nonexistent fruits of Napstablook's patented "Lying On The Floor And Feeling Like Garbage" coping technique.

Eventually, they get to their feet. And then they begin to wander.

They try random doors along every hallway. Step inside the room if the door should be unlocked - or they may recruit their partner to open the door if they so choose (Do you want to see how many rooms we can break into? Frisk may or may not have asked while they lay on the floor and contemplated the ceiling paint job. And, Sure, Chara may or may not have answered, because it meant doing something other than simply feeling like useless trash for days on end.)

The point is, there's a kid in your room now. There might even be two. They're going through your stuff, looking through desk drawers, reading diaries, opening dressers, checking under beds. It's not like this sort of behavior was ever really criticized back in the Underground. People had no problem with them walking into their rooms and taking their sweet time poking around.

So, you know, don't even worry about it.

[ooc: feel free to specify the date you'd like this child to enter your room and whether or not you'd like the Frisk-Chara bonus combo! PM me here, message me on AIM at arcaneswearwords or contact me at arrpee if you want to discuss what Frisk may find if you want them to go through your character's private belongings - they won't discover anything you don't want them to!]

Comments

PRESENT TO ME BOTH GREMLINS

[normandysbest]

Shepard's room in Wonderland is pretty close to the one she's got back home on the Normandy- bed in the back, fishtank glowing on the left with some fish floating through it, and of course, replacements for all her model ships up on the wall, because finding out the closet would just spit them out was certainly two days spent pulling boxes out of the closet and assembling the models. She's also got a desk and a small couch area with a table, where more of her Wonderland stuff is spread out- books from the library, papers with reminder notes on them, and a photo frame, turned down. The left side of the bed holds her armor locker with her armor inside, and next to that, an actual closet and dresser with daily clothes and wear.

So when Shepard steps in, she leans against the doorframe, lightly, arms crossed, wondering how slick they think they are.

"You two, uh, having fun in there? If any of the ships are busted, I'm blaming you both."

[determinedest]

Shepard's room is kind of amazing. It looks like a real live spaceship kind of room, so how could she expect this pair of delinquents-in-training to resist sneaking a peak? She has armor, she has models of ships and things, and it's quite frankly breathtaking.

Frisk spent a long time staring at the fishtank when they first wormed their way in, mesmerized by its inhabitants and their glittering scales.

When Shepard actually steps in, however, Frisk has the photo in hand, peering at it curiously. They startle and gulp, glancing at her guiltily, then shoots a frantic look at Chara as they wildly try to invent an adequate explanation for their both being here.

2 kids 1 tibetan ritual dagger

[nonscriptum]

[There's a small child in his flat.

Correction, there are two small children in his flat, rummaging through his sock drawer like little sock fiends on a sock mission, so when Nate walks through the living area to his bedroom he is surprised to see one small child sticking a hand through his clothes while the other clutches the phurba.

Sure, he's washed all the blood off since his arrival, but it was neatly concealed in some underthings because really, who's gonna rifle through Nathan Drake's boxer shorts?]

Hey! Hey, what the Hell?!

two children enter one child leaves. no wait.........

[determinedest]

[* You peek into his sock drawer.
* Scandalous!

The socks and other articles of clothing are all in all pretty nondescript, a turn of events that Frisk finds disappointing. But then Chara uncovered the knife, and that had successfully derailed all other ongoing investigations they had at the present time.

Frisk squeaks in alarm, hastily whipping their hand out of the sock drawer as the man who can really only be the room's occupant steps in, appropriately incensed to discover two small children poking through his things.]

That's a knife!

both kids pls!

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

Napstablook's room looks exactly like their house, but better maintained. Instead of the fridge, there's a theremin set up and a neatly stacked pile of books and VHS tapes all about how to play the theremin. The TV is in the same place, but it has an unused built-in DVD player and is hooked up to a vhs player/recorder. There's a computer on a wooden table in the same spot as in the underground, and on it they can find some music files as well as, if they dig, a file called "diary.doc" and some videos of napstablook doing slightly off-key practice exercises on said theremin. Next to the door is a CD shelf with about three dozen empty CD jewel cases, from opera to heavymetal to electroswing, and a little stereo set-up (if one presses play some weird music starts playing). The CDS themselves are all in a little CD Folio next to the stereo.

When Napstablook sees their door open, they know something is wrong. They go completely silent and mostly transparent as they float in and stop short when they see the humans there.
they shouldn't be here. why would they be here? if they want to hurt me this isn't a very effective ambush.... they know they can't kill me, why else... But the humans don't seem to be of ill-intent.

They watch them for about two minutes before turning slightly opaque and softly saying "umm..."

[determinedest]

Frisk recognized the layout the instant they stepped in. The room looks the same way a certain house in Waterfall did, and while their relationship with the little ghost hasn't exactly gotten worse since their introduction into Wonderland, they're pretty sure it could be better too.

Still, the instrument pulls at their attention, and they can't quite resist the allure of the thing. They inch closer and closer to it, stretching out a hand to touch it. It certainly looks like no one's home. There can't be any harm in a quick look...

It's not like they'd gotten any protests when they'd entered that house, clad in a tutu coated in dust, a pair of pink shoes making next to no sound as they padded across the wood floors.

one or both, up to you guys!

[goodwoofjames]

[Sirius has, since James' moving out all those months ago, sort of let his animals run free when he's not around, so his room is a bit of a (literal) pig sty much of the time. Latif, the boar piglet, isn't a huge fan of the litter box Lily helped Sirius set up, and Ein the corgi has taken to chewing up anything soft and destroyable. Often, returning to his room means cleaning up messes and retrieving new sheets and blankets from the closet before he can even think about resting.

So it's not the mess that strikes him as odd. It's the sudden presence of not-animals that has him standing in the doorway, eyebrows raised.]

Um. Looking for something?

just the one!

[determinedest]

[Animals are no object to Frisk, who's recalling far too many battles won with a flung stick and a scratch behind the ears. They don't get a lot of chances to poke around, mostly because the two pets inside don't back off for a second.

So Frisk has ended up on their back with the corgi chewing happily on the sleeve of their sweater, and that's when they hear a familiar voice and they blink up guiltily at the source.]

Oh. Uh. Not really. No.

One or both, up to you

[forwearemany]

Legion, as a Geth, does not feel any particular need for privacy, and thus their room is not locked.

It's a decidedly strange place; windowless and only somewhat furnished, the entire architecture resembles that of a Geth ship.

There's a couch + gaming area, and a condo + playpen for their new rabbit, but probably not much else of interest aside from the room itself.

Legion was not expecting visitors, and yet they return from exploring the mansion to find the room ...occupied. They pause in the doorway and make an awkward chattering noise, headflaps forming into an expression of surprise.

both children incoming!

[determinedest]

Rooms that look this cool should be a requirement in Wonderland, honestly. The sleek, dark interior is a little bit mesmerizing, though Frisk's attention is almost immediately drawn to the rabbit hopping about in its containment.

The weird chittering sound draws their attention immediately, however, and - oh, hey, and now they remember who that is! That's the robot they met the other day!

"Your room is really cool!" says Frisk, either unwilling or simply forgetting to acknowledge that they've entered without permission.

one or both is fine with me

[naughty_nurse]

[Mikan's room is very very clean, save for a table where a cpr dummy lays, with gauze bandages, needles, bone saws, and other medical equipment wrapped or stuck in it. Each wall has a bookshelf - she has devoted herself to researching the anatomy and working of all creatures here, from Gems to Monsters to Birds and what have you. But there's also an occasional romance novel, along with some manga - as she's trying to fit in with a certain club.

Her closet has the cosplay outfit from Summerween, but other than that, standard nurse's uniform. There's a first aide kit under the bed. The room has cabinets containing other medical supplies, and here and there is a wheelchair, stretcher, crutches, etc. Lastly, on top of her bedroom drawer, are two journals. One for each therapist she's been seeing. They contain all her memories, day by day.

Mikan herself stands in the doorway, stunned.]

Ah... can... can I help you with something?

both kids comin ur way

[determinedest]

[Frisk, who has evidently elected to throw privacy to the winds, has been paging through Mikan's journals with vague interest. Most of the stuff there seems to regard anxiety, which Frisk can sympathize with though not enough to put the dang journals down and stop poking in other people's business.

When they hear someone coming in, they hastily set down the journal and start perusing the bookshelves that seem to be devoted to researching the different sorts of people here.]

Are you, um - are you some kind of doctor?

probably both since his door would be locked lol

[walkingheroin]

[They must have been doing quite a bit of exploration indeed to wander down to Lucifer's room, good ol' 666 on the tenth floor, though the interior is probably rather different from the other people dwelling here.

There's a leather sofa, a large bed with black silk pillows and sheets, and bookcase upon bookcase. The chair sitting in front of the desk looks a bit like a black iron gothic throne of sorts, and laying on top is a book, laying open with a large magnifying glass on top. The print is tiny and decorated with red ink where things have been crossed out and corrected, and if they examine the cover, it says BIBLE in thick gold letters.

The walls are often made of stone bricks with strange markings carved into them, giving the entire room a strange and dark vibe. Lucifer himself returns at some point when they're going through his things, and frankly he's more peeved that there's more children at his heels as opposed to the fact that they broke into his place.]

What do you think you're doing?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[determinedest]

[C'mon, you see an occupied room labeled 666 and you expect these two kids to not get a gander at what improbable edgelord claimed that one?

004470: Gaster
666 ATK 666 DEF

It's a compelling thought. They find themselves wondering if that was Chara's motive for picking their way into the room, but really, there's no point in asking now that they're already here.

As far as spooky interiors go, Frisk finds themselves morbidly disappointed. It just looks like a lot of old-timey stuff and big fat books full of things they don't understand. They startle when the room's occupant speaks up, having caught the pair of them in the act, but their expression handily closes itself into flat blankness.]

This is boring.

[eatsyourscience]

Coming back from the diner, Souji was not expecting to see a Frisk (and possibly a Chara) in his room. Not alarmed at all, but more bemused than anything. He glances around for Tethra, the small, fat gray dragon that lives in his room. She isn't at all dangerous, though she sometimes gnaws on shoes.

"Do you need something?"

He's willing to help out with that, whatever it is, though he'd also like some explanation for their presence, if there is one.

just the one!

[determinedest]

Frisk showed up in this room alone, at least, diverging from their breaking-and-entering duo routine to try jimmying a few locks themselves.

They don't expect to walk in on a dragon, and their mouth drops open for a solid minute until someone apparently spots them.

Frisk whips around guiltily, but they don't manage much aside from an astonished squeak of, "you have a dragon?"

Sans's Room Sans One (1) Sans

[punful]

It's like another world...a world where nobody vacuums.

It's pretty much a direct copy of his room back in Snowdin. The trash tornado has grown to full size during its time in Wonderland, and 4 can occasionally be seen batting at crumpled up papers and tinfoil that spin around the vortex. There's also garbage in all the usual places, such as the floor, though it's not actually all that gross--no rotten food anywhere, at least, though there are some spilled popato chisps around. The bed is unmade, the sheets piled haphazardly at the end of the bare mattress. There's ketchup stains around the window and on the wall across from it, left over from the Great Prank War. And of course there's a disorganized sock collection in one corner.

The whole place smells like ketchup and that kind of musty smell that comes when someone has lived in one place for awhile and hasn't opened a window.

4 is about halfway to full grown and is patrolling the room, looking ornery, but he will also demand pets from anyone who enters. There's no litter box to be found, so who even knows where this cat goes to the bathroom. Hopefully not in the room anywhere.

There's one solitary chair in the room and a beat-up dresser, the only two pieces of furniture other than the bed and a lamp or two. The drawer is stuffed with clothes, trombones and whoopee cushions. Although if one were to dig beneath the rumpled shirts and socks, one might find a folded, poorly drawn picture of three figures. It's impossible to tell who the three are, except that one is tall, one is average-sized and one is small. The small one might be Sans, if you squint. And in the corner are the words don't forget.

Tucked in with the drawing is a small plain notebook that's about half full of notes. The writing varies randomly between Wingdings and Comic Sans and it's hard to make sense of any of it. It all seems to be Science.

Lastly, on top of the dresser is a digital picture frame with a slideshow of photos clearly taken in Wonderland. They feature pretty much everyone Sans knows.

[determinedest]

This was the only one that had them guilty before they even set foot inside. It took them a long, long time before they realized how to get into his workshop back in the Underground. With almost no prompting he gave them a key to his room, just like he did the silvery key to his workshop, and with that - with that, Frisk tells themselves firmly, comes the implicit invitation to stop by whenever. So they're stopping by! And now is whenever!

So. They're here. And someone has to feed 4.

The place looks the same as his room in the Underground does, complete with the trash tornado.

Frisk starts to pick their way around the place slowly, opening drawers with a fearful hesitancy that's entirely unlike their earlier alacrity in bursting in on other people's rooms. They know they're not supposed to be here - and even if they are, not like this.

"It always looks the same in here," they whisper to their partner in crime. They're not sure why they're whispering, like one would in a church or a library. It just feels like something they're supposed to do.

I WILL TAKE HOWEVER MANY CHILDREN YOU WANT TO FLING IN MY DIRECTION

[charlastan]

[Stan's room in Wonderland isn't really replica of the shack, but it borrows a lot of similar design elements. The walls are all stone, wood, and dark wallpaper, and a rug cuts the room in half. Tragically the dinosaur skull coffee table is still at home, but there's a poker table near the front door, a comfy armchair that's mysteriously much more worn-in than it should be, and an old box tv right in front of it.

There's also a kitten curled up on the top of the armchair, dozing on and off. Freeloader's friendly, but he tends to play a little too rough with his teeth and claws. Parts of the armchair look like he's been using it as a scratching post.

There are two baseball bats hidden in the room, one behind the chair and the other behind the television. Off to the side is a locked door (leading to his bedroom, which connects to a bathroom) and on the wall is a painting of a sailboat...that upon closer inspection seems attached to the wall on hinges, like a secret compartment.

Before they can look at that too closely, Stan is walking through the door and he jumps a mile when he realizes the door is wide open and he's not the only one in his room.]

H-- [DON'T SWEAR AT CHILDREN, DON'T DO IT.] --Hot Belgian waffles! How'd you get in here?!

[Because he's not Ford and he left the door unlocked, that's how.]

THERE WILL BE ONLY ONE CHILDE TODAY

[determinedest]

[This room is cozier than most of the ones they've been in these past few days. Frisk resisted the urge to simply pet the cat the entire time (it was a near thing, but they managed to pull themselves away). The baseball bat behind the chair has been located, dragging carelessly behind Frisk (* 7 ATK. * For hitting round things.) as they draw closer to the picture of a sailboat of some kind.

Their fingers are just brushing the frame when a voice - a voice they think might be familiar on top of it - squawks its disapproval.

The effect is instantaneous.

Frisk whirls around, bat upraised, eyes wide.]

aug 21 and lbr both will want to get in on this

[krmvgivv]

[The door is absolutely locked, and also shame on you children for breaking into your friend's room YOU HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE.

It looks about the same as usual, half covered in stuffed animals and boy bands, half piled high with books and dirty laundry, but today there is music playing. Dipper's vest and hat are on the bed, and he has a mini golf club. The closet door is open, and he's heading to each discarded shirt or pair of shorts and whacking it towards the closet as hard as he can. The clothing caught on lamps and chairs and everything but in the closets may indicate that this is not the most efficient way of cleaning your room, but the fact that it's getting done at all is a miracle.

And Dipper is singing along to the music as he cleans.

He doesn't initially hear them come in so enjoy the show.]

OH MY GOD

[determinedest]

[Frisk stands there for about thirty seconds, frozen.

Then, slowly, utterly stunned and delighted at what they've walked in on, they slowly start to grin. Slowly reach a hand into their pocket. Slowly extract their phone.

Slowly press Record.

They are not disturbing this. This is the best thing they have ever seen.]

CHILDREN WELCOME

[alphyswhatsabara]

It's Asgore's room at the far end of the hallway. You had to pass like 80 empty rooms to get to it. Why is he so far away.

What does one find in this bachelor's paradise?

Asgore keeps his place neat and tidy for an aging bachelor. Things are put away neatly. But if you dive into the old garbage, you will find a strangely high number of empty pie tins.

You might think that he would have decorated his space like New Home. Or even Previously New Home Until We Moved Away From It Home. But no. It's surprisingly spartan. Sort of like he's gone out of his way to not recreate a familiar space. There's an absolutely massive bed -- King sized, yo -- in one corner, and a small collection of gardening tools in a bucket, an overstuffed arm chair with a small table next to it with one or two books taken from the library, and that trash can. His armor sits on a wooden chair, with his trident leaning against the wall next to it. A pair of absurdly large dumbbells sits next to them.

Aside from these few trinkets, well. There's little to be had here. The walls are bare save for a mirror.

He's not here right now. But he could come back at any second.

HI CHILDREN I'M DAD i mean

[determinedest]

He did invite them to come and visit some day. And visiting they are, just not...really with any significant warning attached. The door opens easily at their touch, but there's not much that would signify that this room belongs to the King of All Monsters. Not even a passing resemblance to New Home.

The only tells that this room is his are the trident, the gardening tools, and the pie tins stacked in the trash.

They stop briefly to eye the mirror. Their bandaged hand flexes once, twice, both due to the phantom tingle of glass digging into their skin and with the suppressed urge to drive their fist through the thing. But they leave it be.

Or, no. After a moment's hesitation, they stick their tongue out at that. Then they leave it be.

They draw even with the trident, the red gleam of the polished weapon pulling at their eye, one of the few colorful things in the room.

Slowly, they stretch out a hand to touch it.

CHILDREN MORE WELCOME

[didntknowbest]

Toriel's room... well. There are not really any surprises for either of them.

Her room is right next to the kids room. It has a bed, and a bookshelf- she's even got the cactus in the corner now. (Not like it's happy to be included in her decor.) It is, in almost every way, exactly like her room in Home.

The books on the shelf are different. Most of them are new- and there's also a lot less of them. She has been getting books from the library, after all. It wouldn't be proper to just keep them for herself, even if they are supplied infinitely.

No real personal possessions. No photographs, or sentimental objects. The most there is, is an open book on her desk. A journal, that Toriel is filling with bad jokes again. Still on the first page- she only started recently. It's the only thing that's really unique about the room, the only thing there that would really count as a personal touch.

All in all, it's rather sparse.

[determinedest]

Frisk regrets this right away. Their relationship with Toriel, whatever it is, is fraught enough with unease and tension without them adding breaking-and-entering with their long list of transgressions against her. They'd forgotten that she lived right next to them. They need to get out. They need to get out before she sees them.

"W-we shouldn't be here," they stammer, eyes wide, darting from side to side nervously. "We shouldn't be here."

BRING ME ALL YOUR YOUTH

[ghflskhu_ph]

The next room doesn't appear to belong to anyone. Truth be told, its debatable if Bill even has a room that is explicitly his; why should the mansion be bothered, when the entity so clearly would not be able to interact with such a space by any capacity? And its not as though the triangle felt any special attachment to just one room in particular-
The whole mansion he considered his, obviously!

There isn't much to look at. A dresser here, a mirror there, a lack of a bed. It probably smells of knowledge and tastes of dreams. Suffice to say it could do with a lot more triangles and paranoid scrawl. One day Bill would redecorate. One can only hope it won't be with semi-sentient furniture.

It could be their imagination, but it almost feels as if the walls reverberate with a voice the second they step foot into the musty space. And if it isn't from that, their communicators would certainly be picking up some audio.

"My, MY! IF IT ISN'T THE TIMEWARP TWINS, TWEEDLE-SAVE and TWEEDLE-LOAD! Looks like when you aren't BREAKING SPACE TIME, you're BREAKING and ENTERING!"

He hardly sounds disappointed by this discovery, tutting gleefully.

"What WILL people THINK~?"

BRING OUT YER DEAD

[determinedest]

The door creaks open cautiously, and it seems like, at first, this must be one of the empty, unpopulated rooms. It certainly doesn't look like anyone lives here. There's a mirror on one of the far walls, and Frisk turns away from it with a shudder, resisting the awful urge to drive their fist through it. They've done enough of that for the time being.

The voice is altogether too immediate and too familiar and Frisk immediately blanches, eyes darting furtively about.

Bill.

And he sounds downright...pleased to see them.

"We should go," Frisk hisses, backing away until their heel collides with the doorframe with a painful clunk.

BOTH. BOTH IS GOOD. also supremely backdated to the 21st.

[slapfight]

Peridot has been missing in action for the last week, and while she keeps her door locked, it's not very hard to break into (in fact, as soon as the two children get the door open, a Siamese kitten will dart out from underneath something in the hall and bolt into the room. He's been locked out for awhile now, and it annoys him.

The room, itself, seems to be fashioned to look like the inside of a barn, which is weird in itself, but the piles of clothes, assorted paint cans, and other miscellaneous weirdness everywhere is probably the most bizarre thing. Peridot's still getting used to the concept of owning things.

They're not in the room long, however, before the gem, in question, picks this precise moment to return to Wonderland. Needless to say, before it occurs to her who the sneaks are, one of the paint cans has risen in the air, seemingly of its own volition, and hovers there, threatening to clock one or both of the kids.

Peridot is standing in the doorway, fingers splayed, expression focused, as she maneuvers the paint can WITH HER BRAIN. "You may have gotten past my defenses and Claude-" she shoots the kitten, currently curled up on a pile of clothes, a dark look, "-but you can't escape my metal powers, you thieving clods."

[determinedest]

Frisk nearly steps on the streak of gray that shoots into the room, and it takes them a moment to register that it's actually a cat and not a very speedy bullet pattern. They blink a few times to adjust to the room's interior, which is...well, it's certainly unique.

They start to pick through the place, wondering about the significance of paint cans and some green alien-themed apparel, until one of the paint cans hovers into the air of its own accord.

Frisk whirls around when a familiar shrill voice pipes up.

"...Peridot?" they venture incredulously, after a sufficiently long moment to take in the bizarre sight.