+ 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

[brainleak]

[The world hiccups.

What just happened?

Her elbow tingles with the memory of contact. Her hand feels like there's a blade slashing it. Something just happened.

She doesn't have time to consider this further as Frisk slashes at her, and she tries to jerk away but is caught too off-guard to fully avoid it. The knife cuts through her dress, taking a streak of red with it as it goes, slicing through flesh. She flinches, pressing her good hand against the wound.]

Not Frisk, not Frisk, not Frisk! [She calls louder this go around, twirling to kick again, aiming to catch the Dagger with her boot and knock it out of their hand.]

[dustiest]

[Humans are awfully tricky to kill, aren't they? Her HP must be getting gradually whittled down by these slashes and cuts they're making, but she's more resilient than, perhaps, they've given her credit for. They can't quite alter the trajectory of the blade as it meets the arc made by her foot, and again they are left with the choice - to let go or to leave their body to ruin.

They've already sacrificed one hand, and they know they cannot allow the other to follow. So the Dagger flies from their hand in an uneven parabola, and they let it go. Instead they plunge their hand into their inventory and withdraw the Empty Gun.]

You think you can pretend I'm not real? That I'm not them? I'm a possibility, an inevitability! I am them, as they were at some point in their journey! You know I am!

[Pistol-whipping is less elegant than cutting your opponent to ribbons, but it'll do in a pinch.]

[brainleak]

[This is all too much. River just wants to curl up and scream and will it all to go away. But she can't, she's still caught in this moment, and instead of cowering as the pistol comes across her face, she lets herself be struck, not allowing her a moment to reel from the pain in her head, the crack she heard, the bleeding lacerations she feels on her cheek... No, she instantly strikes upward at their nose, again -- she's sure it was their nose last time -- with the heel of her palm.]

Not Frisk, not Frisk, not Frisk...

[She has to ignore them. Has to keep reminding herself this isn't Frisk. Not the real one. Not the one that's her friend, that would never do this to her. She needs to keep herself on track, because otherwise she really will cower and take it.]

[dustiest]

[Ugh. Again. Again! Their nose breaks, and hot warm blood floods their mouth and they spit a red streak of the stuff on the ground. Their injured hand goes over their nose and they snarl.]

And for the love of god -

[And they - ]