+ 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

[lowvi]

[Dipper on the other hand, just looks angry. Oh, he's feeling the other things too, but he's pretty good at turning any emotion into anger, especially when it comes to ones he's been sitting on for eight years. He steps in front of Mabel, like he always does when there's something dangerous about the situation they're in, and this is definitely a dangerous situation.]

If that is his real name.

[Dipper still has his doubts. He glares across the garden.]

[hypoxic]

[He's held in place easily, but that doesn't stop him from squirming. He strains against the pressure at his shoulder for a moment longer, until he switches gears. His work is too experimental, too hypothetical for real-world application. An alternate Bruce would be able to do some real damage if he read through the notes. And if he read through the notes and found a way to get to Jane...]

I'm not showing you anything.

[He pulls the keyboard closer, fingers hammering away at rapid-fire kill commands. He can always run another simulation, as long as the GUI doesn't spell anything out in front of prying eyes.]

[krmvgivv]

Don't worry, man, I've got you covered. [Dipper pulls a notebook out of his vest--not the Journal, just a normal notebook, and hands it over.] I've been taking notes. This is Wonderland. As in Alice and. We've met her. Nice girl, kind of weird. Mabel likes her. [Because of course she does.]

Aaaand... oh, did you get a phone? There's a pamphlet. It's pretty good, though Evelyn--the librarian who wrote it--is from like, the 1930s I think? So the language is a little outdated. I tried to talk her out of using "fortnights" but she seemed really sad they weren't a thing anymore.

[...figuring out exactly how there are two of them is not as exposition, apparently.]

oh god I went with frostbite canon point THIS IS GONNA HURT

[badinfluence]

[That is not an expected response. Adrian blinks.]

Huh. That's new. Most people don't realize that's an option.

OH MY GOD

[widows_kiss]

[ The coffee shop is also almost always a first stop for Natasha as well, so here she is bright and early, looking far more awake and composed than anyone should before they've actually consumed any coffee. She takes in the room first, as she does every morning, and the sight of Blake's familiar figure is an impossible one to miss. Especially when his table's been empty for so many weeks now.

It rattles her in a way so little does and her breath hitches painfully for a moment as she turns to pour herself a mug of coffee, using it to give her some time to re-gather her composure before approaching his table and sinking down across from him. ]

Well. Look what the rabbit dragged in.

[widows_kiss]

[ Well, shit. ]

Laura?

[ There's something like startled shock in Natasha's voice when spots the very pregnant woman in the foyer. Hurrying towards her, her gaze takes in the state of the woman with a hint of confusion, because last time she'd seen the woman she'd definitely been post-baby, which meant that Laura was either behind or (dear god, Clint, another one?) ahead of her in time. ]

MAYBE JUST A LITTLE

[alkimia]

Oh, Adrian. [said in that love-but-also-exasperated tone he always pulls out of her] It's always an option.

Are you all right? [worried Alchemist is worried]

[hawkwife]

[Oh, good. It's not quite Clint, but at least Clint has another friend who understands the "normal person doing crazy things around people with superpowers" dilemma. Relief floods her features, and she makes her way toward the redhead, a palm settled at the small of her back to help the process along.]

Oh, I can't tell you how glad I am to see you, Natasha.

[There will be hugs! Just... Give her a second to get there.]

Hawkeye (Clint Barton) ➶ Avengers Assemble ➶ Non-Resident

[hatesuhoh]

[A: Kitchen]

Whoa-hoho!

[The exclamation comes from the head of whomever's posterior is hanging out of the fridge at the moment. He seems a little overly excited to see the inside of a fridge...]

We seriously need a magic, self-refilling fridge back home! I mean, Stark may have more money than most Gods I've met, but there's a distinct difference between funding the grocery list and never needing one! Too bad Hulk and Thor aren't here to see this. Big Green would never be able to accuse me of eating the last of anything again! ...second thought, that'd be no fun at all. How do I get one of these things in my room?

[A sandy-blonde head pokes its way out and glances behind himself to the second occupant in the room, because he obviously knew he wasn't alone. He wouldn't be much of a SHIELD spy if he didn't sense you walk in. That was obviously why he was talking to himself. Totally. Because he never does that at home. ...shut up.]

[B: Training Room]

Not bad, not bad. I mean, the training simulation room back at the Tower is hard to beat, but this comes close.

[He pinches his fingers together, close to his face, to show how 'close' it comes.]

Now we just need some high-tech dodge balls and we'd be really rolling. But I guess I can make due with these fancy target-drones instead.

[With that, he snaps his bow open, allowing both ends to unfold and lock into place, pulls out an arrow and fires at a wall. The arrow ricochets off the wall, then the stand for the nearest punching bag, and hits one of the drones right in the power button, activating it. The basketball-sized target drone levitates and begins dodging around the room.]

Oh, come on! My grandma moves faster than that. I know trees that make more evasive targets. No, seriously. That tree only knows three words, but he's pretty limber.

[C: Anywhere]

[Hawkeye can be found generally exploring and being loud. Feel free to find him wherever you want and strike up a conversation with him. ...or tell him to shut up. Either way.]

[idjitminder]

[At least he's not pulling a shotgun on him?

A lot has happened since the jackass went and made that damned deal to save Dean's life. As much as Bobby wants to be angry with John he doesn't have it in him anymore. He gets it. He ditched his own Reaper because he wasn't ready to leave the boys behind.

Something about those two idiots that makes men do stupid, stupid things. So yes. Beer. Beer is good.] Ain't exactly figured out what 'it' is yet. Been to Heaven, Hell and Purgatory and nothing about this place fits any of 'em.

[idjitminder]

[Excuse him, Princess. He's just been jerked into another reality and it tends to make one a little grouchier than normal.] The hell kinda place is this? [Yes, so he's what you'd call direct too.]

Artemis | Young Justice | OTA; Non-Resident

[thisismylife]

What the hell....?

[ There's a teenage girl standing outside the mansion, dressed up in a green superhero outfit, a bow and quiver strapped to her back. Her face is concealed by a mask, but there's a telltale blond ponytail sticking out the back.

She stands there staring up at the giant house, her expression annoyed, her hands propped on her hips, everything in her posture hinting that she's going to very much have a problem with whoever is responsible for this mess. ]

Dammit, if this is another surprise 'test', I'm going to kick someone's ass.

[vaultedsky]

[ ...that is a bird. That is a large bird. Caliban had planned to just ignore anybody who came in here, keeping to himself. But nope. Apparently he's going to deal with a bird today. He's so confused by what he's seeing (a large bird? that talks?) that he straight up does not hear what Nageki says. ]

I beg your pardon?

[ He still keeps his head down as he talks, out of politeness more than anything else. There's no denying it: Caliban's kind of ugly. Granted, it's an ugly that's "Rory Kinnear in a make-up chair for two hours but everybody in-universe thinks he's hideous as sin" but that ugliness still counts. ]

Sif | MCU | OTA (Non-Resident)

[shield_maiden]

[ There's an Asgardian roaming the halls of the mansion today, decked out in full armor, sword and shield in hand. While Sif isn't specifically looking for a fight, she's very determinedly looking for the person responsible for removing her from her home without warning or anything so polite as an invitation. And as such, she is very much on high alert and cautious over what sort of strange trap she's wandered into.

All the while being insatiably curious about this strange place she's found herself. It mildly resembles something Midgardian, but there's something a little strange and different about it at the same time. ]

You there! [ Which is why she hails the first person she comes across. ] What strangeness is this? Where are we and how have I come to be here?

[ Should she succeed in finding some answers to satisfy her, she'll be wandering the grounds and the Mansions, exploring the place fully and looking for any familiar faces she might come across. ]

[justathought]

You... don't remember, do you? Are we... from different points in time, or something?

[That sounds crazy, but... it would make sense, wouldn't it? Her earlier outfit, how she doesn't know about what happened... Despite Amethyst's attempt to cover it up, it's sort of obvious from that outburst- although she definitely feels kind of bad for pointing it out, since Amethyst... doesn't seem to enjoy that fact.]

[teenwonder]

No test.

[The voice is from behind her, because it's always from behind her.]

Think more like Luceti, minus the wings.

[widows_kiss]

[ Natasha's quick to hurry towards her, reaching out to offer her a hand, her expression worried but fond. ]

I can imagine. Did you just get here?

[doorkey]

[ Well, that was a step up from 'thats nice dear' at least, or how the police treated her over the phone when she'd tried to explain that her parents were missing. ]

Far out.... [ She repeated, then cocked her head at him curiously, squinting, her mouth puckered ] Are you a hippie?

[ He had the long-haired, laid-back kind of look about him that reminded Coraline of happy people on the backs of old vinyl records, and exactly the type of person that Coraline's mother tugged her away from by the arm when she wandered too curiously close in shopping malls.

Her shoulders drooped a little, and Coraline did what most adults wouldn't let her do at the dinner table, scooted the chair back and pulled her legs up onto the edge of her seat, wrapping arms around her knees.]

It's... yeah, it's really pretty scary. I feel kind of... all alone, actually? I haven't seen anybody yet who looks familiar at all.

I don't feel starving like I was in- What's the word? I saw it on television.... A coma? For years and years...?

[sharpshoots]

[ Meet dude standing across the hallway in a red Green Arrow outfit. Hey archer friend, Roy grins at her. ]

Leave some for me.

[hawkwife]

It was a little bit ago... but if you don't mind me asking, where is "here" exactly?

[Is it not safe to be having this conversation? She probably shouldn't be here at all distracting them from their work.]

[thisismylife]

[ She doesn't jump, but it's a near thing. She does, however, spin around, one hand twitching in instinctive reaction for her bow before the familiar sound of his voice sinks in.

The memories follow a moment later, coming back in a rush as she blinks at him, taking a moment to catch up, to settle into something resembling coherent understanding. ]

Aww. But I sorta liked the wings.

[thisismylife]

[ She goes still, narrowing her gaze at him suspiciously because she doesn't recognize him immediately, but that outfit is a pretty good giveaway. ]

What, you don't think you can keep up on your own?

[doorkey]

A lion? [ Coraline nearly dropped the sword, she seemed so delighted.] That's so cool!

[ The sword had roses on it. It was beautiful. She's never seen anything like it... and Connie didn't look like she was too far off from average herself. That gave Coraline hope. Maybe more exciting things were bound to happen to her.]

I'll bet your life's never, ever boring!

All I've got that's magic is this- [ She passed the sword back off to Connie, so that she wouldn't have to set it down while rummaging through her raincoat pockets for her lucky stone with a hole through it. ] It's for, um, for finding things with. And protection.

[sharpshoots]

More like ladies first.

[ He doffs an imaginary hat, jauntily. ]

Red Arrow. And you are?

[mischiefandlies]

[With the sudden accusatory tone in that strong female voice, Loki jumps. It's only worsened when he hears the way she speaks. He knows those social oddities and fluctuations in tone. Strength. Though he doesn't recognise the voice itself. --at least, not the voice he's used to.

The little former Agent of Asgard turns and faces the woman, giving the room a glance about to make sure it is him she's seeking answers from. Unfortunately for him, they're alone. Welp. Time to suck it up and pretend he doesn't know who she is--because he honestly doesn't know this Sif, so it isn't a lie.]

Not a strangeness of my concoction, Lady Sif, of that I can assure you. [Dammit. Damn this truth curse and knowing her name.] I... didn't mean to say your name. Or that. But I'm guessing magic teleportation to this realm. If I had to guess, which, I guess I did have to since you asked me...

[Hand, meet Loki's face, as he facepalms to stem the tide of words.]