+ 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

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton is currently considering what part of the Mansion he can run to next that his Mirror won't be expecting him in when he hears someone call out to him. He turns and sees the small human. He kind of reminds him of Frisk, oddly. He gives off this "child with more powers than they might know what to do with" vibe.]

Oh. Hello there.

[Despite the fact that he kind of is in a hurry, he's not going to be impolite and and ignore him.]

[notagoodloser]

Not really. It's designed for more casual play, kinda. Like anybody can pick it up! But let's go!

[She immediately tries to imagine an entire dolphin playing video games, but shakes it off, and sort of starts explaining on the go- through takes the first Smash Ball for herself, like a menace, in the name of 'teaching'. She is, however, giggling along as Connie seems to pick up the ropes. Most people don't ever want to just play against her because she knows they'll whoop them, and yeah, no one likes to lose all the time, but games are fun! No matter if you're winning or losing. But she does have her signature poses when she wins, and can't help but strike 'em out.]

You did well! Really. Especially for your first time!

[masukukunai]

"Hey, it's not okay until I say so!"

He's cut off by Souji's embrace, which he makes no move to avoid or dislodge. He simply rolls his eyes at this typical behavior, both aloof and clingy. Souji is rather like the cats he adores so much sometimes.

Yousuke holds him back, rests his neck across his shoulder. It seems he's grown a little bit taller. That might also explain his easy comfort with physical touch; there's absolutely nothing tense or fidgety about his posture. He's not afraid at all.

"--Alright, alright. You can only get away with hugs fixing shit today, okay?"

[dustiest]

You think cracking my psyche will do anything for you?

[They point at him with the tip of their Dagger, a gesture that manages to be both disparaging and coldly indifferent.]

You are not my arbiter, nor are you my psychologist. Nor are you theirs, for that matter. You know nothing about me or the world I come from. All you have are breadcrumbs, graciously sprinkled at your feet whenever Frisk feels weak enough, or generous enough, to offer such kernels of information.

[Their smirk hardens, edged and icy.]

They will string you along. It is what they do. They inspire confidence and win people over and accumulate debt, and then they will break every promise they have made, break you in every way there is to be broken. Unless you actually happen to buy their meek little act.

[eatsyourscience]

You're assuming a lot about my intentions. [Souji isn't all that impressed be their speech, one hand on his hip in a lazy sort of stance.] I'm naturally curious and nosy. I like to listen to interesting people talk.

[Though that is how he begins to form links to people.]

[justathought]

[Connie laughs a bit at the girl's pose, because that seems like such a goofy thing to do. It's still pretty endearing, though, even if she lost.]

Weeeeell, I've been told I'm a pretty fast learner! You're really good, though! I felt like I could barely hit you at all for most of the match!

[sofresh]

[Someday, he'll outgrow his 90's fashion sense and learn to be more inconspicuous... But today is not that day. Either way, Superboy doesn't think too much of Kara's awkwardness. He assumes it's because he's Superboy, which is entirely understandable. He's pretty awesome.

(He's too much.)]

That's the spirit. I mean, they went through all the trouble to invite us an' all, right? [...you know. Whoever "they" are.] It'd be, like, totally lame if we didn't go.

[Going to this mysterious multiversal party is pretty much their responsibility!]

OPTION A: HELLO JUNKMAN SAY HELLO TO GOATMAN

[alphyswhatsabara]

::Asgore looks down at the sooty, awkward-looking man, with a... metal peg for a leg. Sort of. Asgore has never seen a leg like this before. He does not know what to call it. It is possibly magical.::

::Asgore is several shades of surprised -- or he would be if his white fur would allow such distinctions -- to find this man asleep in his very own King-sized bed, in his mostly-drab-room-except-for-a-bunch-of-overly-large-selfies-of-himself-with-two-children::

Ahem, excuse me, Human man. You appear to be sleeping in my bed. Are you alright? Can you hear me? Hello?

::If you open your eyes, an 8-foot-tall goat creature with a blond beard is looking down at you with some concern in his eyes.::

[dustiest]

[Ugh. Fine, well be underwhelmed, why don't you. It's not getting under their skin. At all. At all, damn you.]

And I'm giving you a warning out of the goodness of my heart. I am, after all, some sort of Frisk, aren't I? Maybe not the pacifistic little doormat you're used to, but then - [Their smile slides cleanly off their face, their stare empty and impassive.] - I think you already knew that.

Apple Kid | Earthbound/Mother 2 | Non-resident

[notstevejobs]

A Pile of Trash:

A pile of trash has materialized in whatever location is most convenient for you, dear reader. And, sitting in the middle of that pile of trash is a short, rotund boy wearing black suspenders and a red shirt and is either wearing a red skullcap or that's his hair. You can't really tell. There's a small, grey mouse sitting next to him. He speaks to it occasionally. And appears to listen to what it says back to him, although at this distance just what either one is saying (if the mouse can actually talk, that is) isn't very clear.

There's. There's an odor. It might be coming from the trash. It might be coming from the child whose shirt appears to be, upon closer inspection, the resting ground for every ketchup, mustard, jelly and motor-oil stain in the tri-county region. He's pulling something apart -- a toaster oven, or maybe a microwave? -- with a wrench.

Elsewhere:

You have come across a child standing awkwardly in a hallway or room or closet or garden, not surrounded by trash. But there is a mouse here, still, and the odor remains.

Bowser Koopa | Super Mario Bros. | Non-resident

[ihateplumbers]

The Gardens:

A warp pipe appeared and spat out a giant dragon turtle creature, holding an invitation in his hand. He never should have opened that envelope. But, here he was. Standing in some chump's garden full of chump flowers for chumps. But Bowser wasn't a chump. Bowser was the coolest cool guy that had ever graced this fine world. Or any world.

Now to go and find someone to admire him and/or find that party and stuff his face full of hors d'oeuvres.

Riding a Motorcycle:

It's best not to ask the giant dragon turtle where he got a motorcycle with his face emblazoned on it from. Most likely best to not do that. And yet, you may ask that anyway. Or you may be knocked over by a giant dragon turtle on a motorcycle. Or you may witness him not paying attention and comically point and laugh at his hubris. This is also a possibility. Choose carefully, dear reader, and once you have made your decision, move forward with boldness.

[accelerate]

Oh, god.

[ he wraps his arms around her, but he can't quite squeeze her as tightly as she does him. he wonders if that crack he hears is his ribs beginning to collapse, or if he's simply hearing things for the sake of being dramatic. ]

[ his smile is still as wide and dopey as it had been upon realising she was here in wonderland. good things comes to those who wait. he'd toss in his mad hatter tea-time invitation just for a minute with kara danvers. ]

[ barry begins to pull back, but not before speaking again — and he sounds a little breathless. ]

Kara? I think I'm broken.

:3c

[notagoodloser]

[This is adorable oh my god, it's like a big, scale-y pet. She switches modes into training so she doesn't have to worry about dying while running around. She begins jumping, running, and watching Toothless follow the entire time, grinning. Oh. My god. This is SO CUTE.

She can't help but giggle and she accidentally lobs her character off the side of the map and has to regenerate, when she actually looks over and studies this... thing, sort of, that's here.]

So, like, what are you, anyway? Can you speak?

[notagoodloser]

Weeeell...

[Okay, maybe it's time to come a little clean.]

Don't take it too hard. I'm internationally ranked. Not at this game, exactly, but once you're good at one all the mechanics are about the same. This is like, my job!

gently collects every chara

[normandysbest]

[Here we are again, at the saga of 'wow, they sure are doing that, aren't they', as she stands, arms crossed, seeing little hands dart above the table and back down with silverware. This isn't even an odd behavior for half the shit she's seen Chara do at this point, so she just bends over, hand on the table for balance, to look at them underneath.]

Any reason why you look like you're preparing for nuclear winter?

Roof | here we go

[punful]

[Sans is on the roof in an attempt to escape from the sheer madness of everything that's happening. His Mirror is temporarily out of commission, but there are Charas to avoid and existential crises to Not Think About, and the roof is good for that sort of thing. Only there's so many dang people here now that it's not quite the escape it usually is.]

[Max seems to be up here as well, peering over the edge, and people really need to stop doing that. It stresses him out. Also it's...Max. Not someone he particularly wants to see right now, though. Well. He needs to apologize to her at some point, really apologize to her, and though he's not sure that now is the best time, she's here. He'd knows he'll feel like crap if he doesn't at least say hello.]

max?

[He's at a bit of a distance from her and can't see her face clearly from here.]

Orange Kid | Earthbound/Mother 2 | Non-resident

[cheap_oranges]

A young child in an orange suit and glasses is approaching anyone nearby, a smile on his face as he admittedly begins talking.

"Greetings. I'm Orange Kid, the inventor! I wouldn't be surprised if you have heard of me- I am quite the inventor, after all. Far superior to that grubby Apple Kid. Is there anything that you need help with? Because, the new device I am working on should be able to assist you! However, I am a little short on funds. Would you consider making a donation? In return, I will give you the Super Orange Machine Deluxe! Or Suporma DX, for short. What do you say?"

[justathought]

Your... job is playing games??

[Connie looks confused by that, as well as pretty impressed, because, well... that does sound kind of cool!]

My parents always gave me the impression that people that play too many games were all like, lazy shut-ins with no real life. I didn't know you could do that professionally!

[doorkey]

[ There's a pause- As if trying to decide if he's being halfway serious or just plain silly, and then Coraline finally gives up and giggles at him, returning the grin. ] Do your neighbors suffer from chronic noisy practicing?

I wish I knew who could take a look at it? Like a computer expert, a gadget genius or something. Do you know of anybody like that who's around here, these days?

[ It's really weird, being surrounded by completely unfamiliar residents. ]

Hey, that's a good idea! I could make a list.

[krmvgivv]

I dunno. Half a year or something. Why? What's wrong?

[Dipper frowns, brow crinkling. Seriously. Weird.]

Ready for the time-travel abuse??

[dodged_and_burned]

Sans.

[Now that is interesting. He must be feeling pretty tired by now- she saw him fight his mirror, and she's assuming the multitude of Charas and Frisks and Sanses has been driving him up the wall.

She normally has no interest in pretending to be the real Max. But all she really has to do is not turn around, and say the bare minimum, right? She keeps her gaze directed out toward the sea, so that her little smile stays hidden.]

[notagoodloser]

Yeah! I've got a whole team, but I'm captain because I've won the most. I haven't had time to play games more recently, though, because my job kinda shifted to fighting real monsters instead of fake ones.

[Y'know, beasts running out of the sea and stuff. She feels like an anime protagonist so she poses a bit to match, putting her fingers up in the winning v.]

We've never lost!

[justathought]

Wait, really?? That's...! well, I guess I kinda fight monsters too, actually, but it's still really cool!

[Connie laughs a bit about managing to forget that for a second, and that Hana's story actually isn't something crazy and impossible that Connie could never aspire to.]

sometime later

[punful]

[Well, he did say he would go looking for them. Of course it's hard to find one kid among all the people here, especially a kid who looks remarkably like one kid he knows and several others that he's seen. He keeps thinking he's seen the right Frisk only to have it be Wonderland's Frisk or someone else entirely.]

[He's handling this all relatively well, considering.]

[Eventually he does actually spot the right wrong Frisk, right in time to see them shift from...furry and monstrous-looking to plain old Frisk. Well. Welp. Well, okay, sure. Sure, that's a thing that can just happen now. Sure, it's fine.]

hey kid. boy, you shed faster than all the dogs i know combined.

[achievementhunter]

[HP.


Game Over.

The terms bring them to a halt, turning in the direction of this strange man with a quirked brow and purposefully calm demeanor.]

What an odd manner of phrasing, sir. One would almost think you believed this was a Game.