+ FOURTH WALL EVENT: GENERAL NON-PARTY MINGLE POST +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: Everywhere that isn't one of the parties! Both Sides!
When: Sept 1st to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: Wonderful parties are springing up all across Wonderland, but there are still plenty of other places to explore. This is a log for any new arrivals who want to experience different parts of Wonderland life, and any current guests not in the mood for a log or transmission of their own.

Please also see THE FOURTH WALL MASTER POST for rules, information, and all the fun parties you can visit!
The Story:

On the morning of September 1st, everyone in Wonderland, on both Real and Mirror Side, will awake to find one of four possible invitations has been shoved under their doors. The glass has been carefully removed from all mirrors, and everyone will be able to cross to and from Mirror Side with ease, without forcing any sort of swap. The Queen of Hearts' chambers, discovered in the previous event, will be mysteriously inaccessible, leading only to a tearoom.

Additionally, there will be many more Wonderland guests than usual, each of them with their own random invitation and network device (wired to make replies only). As the week goes on, as per the invitations, more and more parties will appear (and everyone is invited to all of them, whether they received an invitation or not). But who brought them here? Why are there so many parties? Who is responsible for all of this exactly?

It's anyone's guess, though if parties or riddles are not your style, then there is always plenty more to see...

Comments

[last_liar]

[It's taking Yuu a few moments to collect his thoughts and his memories as well.]

Do you want to find somewhere to sit down? I'd like to talk.

[Not "talk" in the serious relationship way. Just to...talk. To be around each other. He knows he probably won't get another chance, and that this one probably won't last long.]

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji raised a hand to touch Minato's and hold it against his face for a moment. He closed his eyes and thought. Did he want that?

Should he want that?

He didn't know. It would be a relief--it was already a relief. Knowing he remembers, knowing he can keep his promise and do something like that for Minato... He'd wanted this for so much and for so long.]

How much is there to tell?

[It felt like he shouldn't know too much. Like knowing too much would jinx it.]

[breacher]

[ He lets out a soft huff at that, shaking his head. ]

It's not like I've asked for one, Ramon.

[ Though . . . come to think of it, that may not be a bad idea, all things considered. His brows furrow at that for a brief moment. ]

— it's too big for a closet.

that icon kind of scares me

[itwouldbeatragedy]

Why is it you're always tired?

[It doesn't seem to be the nature of skeletons based on what little he's seen of Papyrus.]

Is it something going on?

sans is a spooky skeleton and also very tired

[punful]

...heh.

[Why are you always tired, Sans?]

...i'm just a big lazybones, that's all.

[jivitadana]

[Minato nodded. That would be a good idea.]

... Did you want something to eat too?

[Ice cream, please. Of anything, Minato would want to eat that.]

[prosecutorial]

At one point in time, Laurel probably would have said "the bar." But she's trying her best not to be that person, despite the inevitability of it all, given the way her story ends.

"I say we poke around and see what pokes back."

[eatsyourscience]

"We don't put soy sauce in everything." But the tofu is a good point. That doesn't seem to be that popular among the Westerners here.

Yousuke is correct in his guess, and it becomes obvious as Souji gets a couple of hamburger buns out to get them ready. They aren't fresh baked or anything--he has to get some things from the "closet" in the kitchen. But they are pretty good quality. This ain't no McDonalds. Souji don't play like that.

He's guessing a little about the condiments and other things Yousuke might want on his burger. To be safe, though, he'll put the usual vegetables--lettuce, onion, tomato, pickle, which seems like a lot now that he thinks about it--on the side.

[prosecutorial]

[Yep Laurel knows that feeling well. And she's just going to swallow hard, and continue walking, not really wanting to force the issue.]

Trust me. You probably don't want to know.

[Please don't make her tell you she's dead, Oliver.]

[trigeminalheadache]

Him asking which Zoom thing she means tells Caitlin what she needs to know about when he's from, in general: before her. Otherwise... he'd know, right? Yes, there were other Zoom things in the past, and all of them terrible, of course, but only one kept her from them for a week. Without meaning to, she withdraws, twisting her hands as she tries to think of how to explain. Or, rather, how not to, given the worry that knowledge of the future would affect said future.

"It's... I'm from after the point you are in the timeline. I think. Barry and Iris are further ahead than I am, and Harry—Harry's from behind all three of us." She looks a bit sheepish, still fidgeting as she continues. "He's been very him about any of us talking about future events, and he's right, I guess. Damage to the timeline, repercussions."

[jivitadana]

[Minato didn't think of it that way, jinxing it or anything. As he thought before, he lived it. He lived out the future that Souji hadn't seen yet and if, when, Minato went back, he would still be living out that future.]

I just... want to tell you how happy you are.

[There was so much to tell, so many details. Minato did want to tell Souji, like he were holding a secret and was quietly excited to reveal it, as excited and as quiet as someone like Minato could be.]

[thisismadfreaky]

I'm just saying, with your desires basically at your will or-- however it works, I'm genuinely surprised. [You opened the teasing floodgates, do you regret it yet, Harry?]

Can you wish for a bigger wishing closet and then wish for a clear board? [He's only half-serious.]

[itwouldbeatragedy]

[Kaneki looks over at him. He doesn't buy that, and his expression makes that clear. But he won't pry. If Sans really doesn't want to talk about it, Kaneki doesn't want to be the one to make him. He's dealt with enough of being forced to do things himself to do that to a friend.

After a few seconds, he looks back across the grounds again, and lets out a slow breath as though gathering himself.]

As long as you like yourself that way, it's fine, isn't it? I think it's only when something about yourself bothers you that things get hard to handle.

[last_liar]

[Yuu nods, sure he knows what Minato wants to eat.]

We can use a tea room. There should be one close to here.

[He looks around, then gestures toward where the stairs are. They were always close to the stairs, if he remembers correctly.]

[thisismadfreaky]

The way she pulls away and twists her fingers together makes his stomach drop. He doesn't even have to ask what happened, because the details matter less than how she feels and he knows it wasn't good. Nothing with Zoom was good, but...

"Hey..." he reaches out to try and take one of her hands, his fingers wrapping around hers if she lets him. "it doesn't matter, okay? Whatever happened-- happens-- it's over. You're here now and whatever it is...I know we'll fix it back home too. It's what we do. We fix the fuck ups." He doesn't even know what happened, but that Caitlin is this shaken by it, even with her time here separating hed from the event, that bothers him.

"He's probably right about that." he gives her a small shrug. "If we remember things from here when we're sent back, it'd change everything and it might not be for the better."

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji squeezed Minato's hand and then let it go for now, his own hand falling to his side. Somehow it was hard to speak, like his breath didn't want to go deep enough into his lungs to give his voice any strength on the way back out.]

Are you happy? Not...not now, but when you're there.

[Minato seemed like it, but he had to ask that. It meant nothing if he was the only one.]

[breacher]

You can't get a closet out of a closet, Ramon.

[ He rolls his eyes, then rests his elbow on the table and chin on his hand in idle contemplation. The theory behind it all was muddled at best — magic, go figure. At least science had some sort of sound reasoning behind it all. But theoretically, given how malleable the rest of the mansion was, it would stand to reason that the closet could shift to a degree as well.

He knows why he didn't see it before, but he's certainly not telling Ramon why. At that, Harrison glances back over at him flatly. ]

What.

[punful]

[He blinks his eyesockets once.]

[As long as you like yourself that way. As long as he likes himself.]

[He presses a hand to his forehead and just starts laughing.]

haha, yeah. as long as i like myself, right?

[Still laughing.]

oh man. ha. wow.

[thisismadfreaky]

What, why not?! [He spreads his hands, tone and entire demeanor nothing short of incredulous.] What if I want a walk-in closet?! That's just totally out of the basackwards upsidedown Wonderland logic now?

[At the sudden prompting, he leans back slightly to arch a brow at him.] What, what? I'm not saying what-worthy things! I didn't even do a what-worthy thing. What are you even whating right now?!

[thisismadfreaky]

"Maybe there was a less creepy way to phrase that, but yeah," he nods a bit, "seems like a route to go." And so far maybe the only one. He lets out a breath and glances over at Laurel, shrugs and starts walking, falling as close to in step with her as he could. "I really hope it's not something terrifying that likes back...."

honestly i can imagine that being his plan all along

[normandysbest]

[She can't help but snicker. Oh, it is so a universal constant.]

Alright. Follow me.

[She slips out the door around them, giving them as much distance as she can, and leads them outside around the mansion to behind the greenhouse where, lo and behold, there sure is a tank there.]

There she is. The M35 Mako.

*gasp*

[itstheend]

[The snicker gets a confused, irritated look (is she laughing at them?) and the berth she gives them does as well to a lesser degree, because they manage to pull it back somewhat.

They pad behind her, watching her back and still staying out of range. They momentarily look at the greenhouse, because plants are scarce where they lived and they like them, and then spot the tank.

They were picturing something like in what they've snatched of old documentaries or the news; caterpillar treads and grime and squat blocky shapes that would have raw weld marks visible if it wasn't for the soot and dirt and maybe blood covering them. Possibly spikes.

It's clearly been used, there's thin lines of shine where the paint has worn and there's turf in the tread, but it's so sleek. That front could really punch through something.

They step towards it, one hand going up and then dropping down. Look, don't touch.

Instead, they momentarily indulge themselves in imagining what would happen if they'd fallen with it. The elevators in Hotland might have given it some trouble, but absolutely nothing else would have from the looks of it. In this world, it's drive or be driven. Over.

It's never going to happen for them, although since other dimensions apparently exist they definitely hope that's one but they turn to Shepard with a wide-eyed grin on their face that might be worrying under other circumstances.]

How fast can it go?

[madehervows]

[She can't help the laughter that bubbles out of her when she startles him.]

I am, unfortunately. It's been... [She has to think for a moment, back to the last time she saw him. -- Wow, it's been--] A year, almost.

[She smiles, genuine and bright.]

You've been missed.

[accelerate]

[ he cracks a smile, then nudges her gently. ] My money's on you, in case you take Wonderland into the ring.

[ even though he's since learned wonderland will kick his ass, much like the speed force and life itself, he wants to believe a girl from krypton can be strong enough to bully it into submission. he's meant to be the fastest man alive, but he can't quite outrun or phase through this. a part of him can understand why. perhaps it's the speed force working in conjunction with wonderland to teach him a lesson he's too dense to really figure out on his own for now. ]

When I went to Earth-2, I couldn't phase through this wall. It was because the world vibrated at a different frequency. [ he lifts a shoulder. ] It could be both. Science and magic working together. Maybe if I figure out how fast I need to go, I might be able to come visit you and go out for ice-cream.

[nonscriptum]

[When Rafe had told him, Nate almost fell off a cliff in the caves, so Sully's mental assessment isn't exactly inaccurate

Fifteen years in that godforsaken shithole of a prison, doing hard time for the shit that Rafe pulled in a negotiation gone horribly sour. It took Nate too long to stop seeing the ghost of his brother behind his eyelids when he slept and in the periphery every time he clambered up the side of a building. It was just too long.]

He's in trouble?! We're- we're helping him, right? What is he- what do you mean "back in the game-"

[Nate harnesses those words with an iron will, swallowing more of them even if they want to spill out all over Sullivan's shoes. The process appears to be more physical than metaphorical as Nate attempts to steadfastly swallow his tongue.]

I don't- I shouldn't ask. [Hands up.] I shouldn't ask. It's not- I might mess up a timeline, or something. Ray Bradbury crap, Jesus, can you-

[He takes a deep breath, and forcibly adds:]

We're helping him. Yeah?