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

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...

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[There's a skeleton up here too. Sitting further down the edge of the roof, slippered feet dangling over the edge, staring out at all of Wonderland, at the second mansion in the distance. Wondering how the ever-loving fuck any of this is happening, and why. His Mirror self tried to kill him, there's approximately a million Frisks running around, and he just ran into some poor--some poor mish-mash human amalgamate who was absolutely devastated to realize that Sans had no idea who they were.]

[It's been a long day, and boy howdy, it's only the first day. He has a feeling this is going to linger.]

[There's some guy up here, doing that thing that humans do, with the--he thinks they're cigarettes. Some of the humans here use them. Mostly they just smell bad, and Sans is pretty sure he read somewhere that humans die from using them all the time, but whatever. Who is he to judge? All kinds of vices like that in the world, and if bad smells bothered him, he'd never be able to exist in his room.]

[He's fully ready to totally ignore the random human, but then the guy takes a step closer to the edge of the roof. Sans glances over at the movement. The human leans outward, looks down.]

[There's a lot of that going around lately, isn't there?]

careful there.

[He says it as if he didn't just catch someone thinking hard about taking an extra step.]

it's a helluva drop.

[There's a...skeleton. On the roof with him. He hadn't fully registered that when he arrived, seeing something roughly person-shaped in his periphery and assuming -

Ah, well. Dumb impulse. Shouldn't make those kinds of assumptions. It's dangerous, and he should know better. Should be smarter than that, Tim. He takes a moment for his brows to knit together and take it all in, the fact that the guy is perpetually grinning - god, when's the last time he saw someone smile with any kind of genuine feeling behind it? - and that he's, quite literally, all bones.

It's a weird sight, sure, but is it any weirder than the things he sees that aren't real on a day-to-day basis?

Nah. Not really. He's in Wonderland, evidently, and it's packed full of people and things he can't put a name to. So he's talking to a skeleton. In the grand scheme of things, it's not so strange.

He takes another drag from his cigarette and sighs.]

Yeah, I figured. Really suck if I took a tumble.

[He watches the reaction, and it's downright incredible. That's not the reaction of someone who is used to talking skeletons, for all that he just eases right along and acts completely unbothered. That's the reaction of someone who is so Completely Done he has totally stopped acknowledging the weird and is just rolling with it.]

[Man after Sans's own heart, in that sense. Sans can appreciate that, and honestly, right now he's not in the mood for the screaming and yelling and "wtf a talking skeleton" that he usually finds so amusing.]

yeah, it'd sure be a downer.

[His grin twitches slightly wider.]

guessin' you're new, huh? seems this place is bringing in all new people, not just doubles. neat.

[A...was that a pun? Tim blinks a few times, processing it, and he gets the nagging feeling that he should react in some way, but he doesn't know how to laugh or to smile without it sounding just - just very wrong. Very out of place. So he just awkwardly draws his brows together in a faint frown and nods, a deliberate acknowledgment that yes, that sure was a joke, and he wishes he could react to it like a normal person.

Oh, who's he kidding. He's never been normal.

He shifts on the spot, trying and failing to suppress the thrill of alarm the, uh, talking skeleton's words inspire.]

What, uh, do you mean..."doubles"?

[Weeeellllp, that one sure fell flat. It was a pretty morbid pun anyway, considering. The guy gets the look of someone who thinks that was probably a joke but either didn't find it funny or it he didn't catch on fast enough and, rather than react too late, decides to move on.]

[In short, yikes.]

[Also, ha, boy, here they are, Sans running his mouth and it sure does sound like he's about to break yet another person with the random trivia of, hey, there's multiple versions of us and none of us and nothing matters.]

[He needlessly scratches at the top of his skull.]

uh, like. alternate versions of ourselves. versions from different points in time or different series' of events, that sorta, uh, thing. it's weird. i wouldn't worry about it too much. i'm trying not to.

Oh.

[He looks away. Doesn't entirely know what to...say to that. He's not sure if there's even a correct answer to that kind of pronouncement because, uh, if he's frank with himself - one of him is enough. One Tim is enough for the entire goddamn world, never mind this one.

But he's already used to doubles of himself, huh? Or one double, specifically.

God help them all if that little freak starts going crawling around here, honestly.

He takes a drag from his cigarette to give himself more time to respond to that, and still comes up empty by the time he blows out another plume.]

I can see why that would, uh...be a problem.

[Yikes.]

[Everything in this guy's body language is just screaming Done.]

uh, but, hey.

[He stands, pulling himself back from the edge with practiced ease.]

multiplication problems are easily solved. not like long division, heh. uh, so. you read the pamphlet on this place yet? yeah, we have pamphlets. real tourist destination, wonderland.

Yeah. Got my hands on the pair of 'em.

[He's standing on the edge of a roof on top of a mansion in Wonderland, discussing fucking pamphlets and doubles of himself with a talking skeleton like nothing is wrong, and this is just - this is it! This is his life! This has always been his life, and there's nothing wrong with that, per se, but it means he doesn't think there's actually a limit to how much strangeness can get packed into it and therefore he can just expect everything to pile up, all the time. All the time.

How's he supposed to survive a thing like that? The same he survives everything else? Barely, by the skin of his teeth?

Yeah, sounds about right.]

So people, uh, actually come here on purpose, is that it?

well, good. guess my work here is done.

[He grins a bit wider. Yeah, he did literally nothing, that's the joke of course. But his default is always to just cheer people up, make them smile or laugh or at least groan at the dumb jokes or general uselessness of his existence. This guy seems like he could use a laugh.]

oh, no. probably never. i dunno if people are coming here intentionally this time, but if they are, it's a first. usually this place just kinda...grabs people up randomly. wonderland and all. it's real whimsical like that.

[He could use a laugh, truth be told. He's not sure when the last time he actually laughed was. He's not sure he can remember. He's not sure he'd know, if it ever happened.]

Great, [says Tim, the word a dry pull over his apparent exasperation. His eyes flick up to rake at the sky, the whole of the manufactured world he's standing in, and he wonders how much of this is a hallucination. How much of this is just his mind being a subversive piece of shit.

He regards his cigarette flatly for a moment before turning abruptly to face Sans.]

So I think I'm gonna need some confirmation here, [he says, opening his free hand in formless supination,] that this isn't, like...some kind of psychotic break that I'm having.

[It'd be just his luck if it weren't the case, and if it were, well - he's honestly not sure which alternative is more appealing. But he's come to expect this kind of shit. Gotten used to it. He sounds remarkably amenable to the possibility that this all might be little more than a delusion brought about by the combined breaking power of stress and frustration and loathing.]

[Boy! This conversation is certainly going places. Wow, this guy is just. What the hell happened to him to get him to this state of total, abject acceptance of a nightmarish reality?]

[For a split second, Sans wonders if people ever wonder that about him.]

[Probably not. He's good at faking. This guy, though, is either past the point of faking or never bothered in the first place.]

uhhhh, well. i am definitely not a psychiatrist. but, uh. you're human, right? i'm not sure why a human's psychotic hallucination would involve a weird, talking skeleton. i mean, i guess i can see wonderland.

[He jerks a thumb in the general vicinity of Everything.]

nice quiet countryside sorta place, blue sky, flowers, grass...humans generally like this sort of surface stuff, right? but skeletons? heh. considering how most people react to me, it seems like talking skeletons are just a bit too random. people are more willing to accept the idea of suddenly being here than the idea that i can talk at all, let alone tell bad jokes. all without a tongue, too.

[Would probably hurt his feelings if he didn't find it so amusing. He could probably say that about a lot of things.]

so uh, that said. seems a bit far-fetched that you'd be hallucinating a weird skeleton. then again, i don't know you. maybe you hallucinate skeletons a lot. bet they're all taller than me, though.

[It's not a bad rationalization, for a maybe-hallucination that may or may not be a projected figment of his shattered consciousness as it tries to cope using the only avenues available to it. What the, uh, what the talking skeleton is saying makes a disturbing amount of sense. Which kinda makes him wonder if that kind of internal logic really holds up.

But then, hallucinations are rarely rational. They tend to build their own systems of logic and adhere to those structures instead, much in the same way dreams do. He's long since mastered the ability to think clinically about this.

Tim takes another pull from his cigarette and digests the skeleton's words silently.]

Good point. My hallucinations aren't usually this nice.

[He taps the end of the cigarette and watches flakes of ash drift aimlessly, carried off by twisting wind currents.]

Guess this is as real as it gets. So that's...

[He trails off. Not really sure what this is. It's a whole new level of weird, sure, but his life has always been weird. It seems counter-intuitive to suddenly ascribe some kind of arbitrary limit to how much weird he can take.]

Well. Guess I can't complain.

[Yeah, that's the problem. Hallucinations and such tend to rationalize themselves. They'll practically jump through hoops to make themselves believable. Sans spent enough time gaslighting himself in the past that he knows what it's like.]

yeah? well, at least this means you get a chance to relax.

[Who doesn't like relaxing, after all?]

yeah, heh. it's, uh. something, at least. you kinda get used to it.

Relax. Yeah, [he says, drawing the word out darkly, stretching it into something uneasy, his gaze restive and anxious as it flicks out to gauge the horizon.]

Would I be so lucky.

[Did he say that out loud?

Oh well. It comes out eventually, the fact that he's more than a little fucked up, the fact that he's a measure of freak that most freaks can only dream of being. The fact that he was just more or less conceived broken in every way there was to be.]

So, this whole...skeleton thing. [He diverts his attention, makes a brusque, equivocal wave in said skeleton's direction.] You seem pretty okay with it. Which makes me think that this is pretty normal for you.

[Welp, okay. Not gonna acknowledge what he just said, since it kind of sounded like the guy didn't mean to say it.]

[Yikes.]

[Anyway.]

ha, oh man. i think that might be the furthest anyone's gotten into a conversation with me before asking. gotta commend you on resisting this long. you're even polite about it. good for you.

[Most people go straight for the "how are you alive?" or the yelling.]

but yeah. i'm a skeleton. skeleton monster, to be specific. so yeah, pretty normal for me. tibia'nest, i've downright gotten used to it.

That's me, [he says dryly, with the bracing inhalation of nicotine,] always on the tail end of the bell curve.

[Heck, he might even be a two-sigma kind of guy. That's a bit higher-level for him, though, a bit too refined for his tastes. He barely scraped past college. Not that he should have even been there in the first place.]

I mean, fair enough. [He shrugs wearily. Not like he's any kind of guy to judge.] I'm in Wonderland. There are pamphlets telling me about mirrors, and you're telling me about clones, so, you know - talking skeletons are just kinda the tip the iceberg.

[Heh. Statistics jokes. Nice.]

talking skeletons usually are. and they're not so much clones as...like, evil twins? but yeah, heh. welcome to wonderland, right?

Evil twins. Okay.

[He says it with both deadpan wryness and weary acceptance. Sounds about right. He's already dealt with one of those things, but usually not - well, not while he's concurrently awake, so to speak.]

Well, could be worse. I mean, could be better too, but I can't complain.

[Either way, it's better than where he was.]

basically my feelings on most things. could always be worse.

[No point in complaining, no point in worrying, no point in much of anything at all.]

Mmmhm. [He hums his dry acknowledgment with another slow intake of nicotine. So his philosophy aligns with that of a talking skeleton.

That's all in all a sentence he never expected to think in his entire damn life.]

Tim, [he says, after realizing belatedly that he's failed to introduce himself within the allotment of time that it's usually socially expected that he do so,] by the way. Name's Tim.

[This is clearly the start of a beautiful relationship. Yes.]

well. was nice to meet you, tim. if you end up stuck here, maybe we'll run into each other again.

[The pair of them are getting along like a house not on fire, because Tim's had enough experience with houses and just general buildings being set on fire, thanks.]

Nice to meet you too, I guess. And, uh. Yeah. Maybe.

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