❝ Do you ever feel like your life and everything in it...❞

[unpreach]

Who: Kate Fuller & You (Yeah and maybe Richie Gecko okay. This could happen)
Where: Various Locations in Wonderland
When: Early to Mid January.
Rating: PG+ to NSFW.
Summary: Kate settles into Wonderland
The Story: ❝...is just slowly turning upside down, like a ship flipping over in the ocean?❞

ɴ.ʙ I welcome threadjacking from anyone (tagging into ongoing threads to have more than 2 characters in it). That said, if you'd prefer the thread to only be with Kate, just put [closed] in the subject line! Prose or Action is good with me, I'll match whatever I get.

[ Despite her appearance with Richie at the New Years Eve Ball, Kate's presence in the Mansion is not easily noticed as January rolls around. She keeps to her room on the tenth floor, getting out only when the walls feel like their closing in on her. If encountered during the day, you can be fairly certain that Kate will be alone but as the sun goes down, there's every chance you'll find any conversation you might have with her, interrupted by a tall man with glasses who if you think is sizing you up, undoubtedly is. ]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴇʟ

[ The house of God had once been a place where Kate felt welcomed with open arms, a sanctuary that wrapped her in peace and warmth in a way that even her home could not. It was one of the few places where she had the certainty of belonging that so few ever found in life and she'd thought it would always be that for her, no matter where her life took her. Now? She wasn't so sure.

It had been many months since Kate had stepped foot in a Chapel and though Richie had shown her the one here in Wonderland as a way of putting her at ease, she already wondered if it existed to torment her more than comfort her. Kate had never wavered in her beliefs, despite all she'd seen and experienced this last year. She'd held firm to the knowledge that God loved her because as far as she was concerned, God was love but having time to stop and think about every choice she'd made, Kate could feel the weight of every one of those decisions whenever she stepped foot inside the chapel.

While she doesn't spend hours on end here, Kate can still be found in the Chapel at various times throughout the day, usually when there doesn't appear to be anyone else around. Always tucked into one of the pews at the back, as if she weren't sure she should really be here at all. ]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ

[ While some people took to the magic of Wonderland; the ease and comfort it afforded those who lived here, Kate found it difficult to trust anything that could be achieved without effort. She'd tried eating in the dining room where most people took their meals but these attempts usually ended with her being more hungry than satisfied and she always ended up retreating to the kitchen where she could fix her own meal.

She was hardly what you'd call a gourmet cook, but Kate had always helped her mother in the kitchen and she'd in many ways taken on the role of caretaker in the time since her mother's death. It wasn't like her father had been in a state to do so and Scott? It was a miracle if Kate could get him to set the table.

Used to cooking for two or more, Kate will be prone to making too much and never one to see food go to waste, anyone who happens into the kitchen while she's here will be offered some of whatever she's making. Those who happen to frequent the kitchen might even realize that she's the one responsible for the plates of food that have handwritten notes beneath them, inviting anyone to take it for themselves. ]

ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ

[ When you spend your whole life in the small town of Bethel, Texas, a place that despite the bitter cold that came during Winter, had never seen an inch of snow in the time Kate had lived there, the Winter Wonderland that existed beyond the Mansion walls had its own kind of appeal.

Some days, Kate would be content to sit by a window, a cup of hot chocolate warming her hands as she watched the flurries of snow, dance through the air. On days when the weather was mild enough to dare venture out, however, Kate would don multiple layers of clothing and would brave the biting cold just to experience what for her, was more magical than anything she'd seen inside the mansion.]

ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀs ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ

[ Set something up yourself! Kate will explore the various parts of the Mansion so it won't be inconceivable that you'd come across her almost anywhere. She will also be curious about the mirror side of Wonderland so Mirrors! are more than welcome to tag her as well. Alternatively, if you want to hash an idea out with me, you're welcome to PM her journal or hit me up on plurk: brooklyn2181]

Comments

[walkingheroin]

Ah.

[Well, he feels rather foolish. That doesn't happen often.]

My mistake. I didn't realize.

[How could he have possibly known that? Ah well, it's not the first time he's been rude and it's certainly not going to be the last.]

My apologies for your loss.

[unpreach]

But it was okay to mock him in a chapel when you just thought he was a priest?

[An edge to her voice, though all things considered, she's keeping her temper in check.

She even offers a grudging;] Thank you.

[This time with less traces of sarcasm, but no more warmth than before.]

[walkingheroin]

Considering he likely said terrible things about me on the daily, I thought it was fitting.

[l o l]

It doesn't seem to be in good taste to speak ill about the dead, though, does it?

[unpreach]

[Her nose wrinkles, and Kate takes the most logical route - for her - possible.]

Judge not, and you shall not be judged. [The words feeling thick on her tongue. She hadn't exactly been good at being true to that in recent months.]

My father didn't preach by speakin' ill of others. [Regarding him for a quiet moment, before adding.] And most people think it's not in good taste to speak ill of anyone.

[walkingheroin]

Oh, everyone gets judged, my dear. Don't fool yourself into thinking they don't.

[This is fine.]

Really, now? Do tell. What sort of things did your father preach? I find it hard to believe he didn't at least urge his followers not to be tempted by 'The Adversary.'

[He makes little quotes with his fingers.]

[unpreach]

[She deadeyes him at the term of endearment, clearly judging him right now but then he was the one who'd walked into a chapel, insulted her father and was playing devils advocate. (I mean...)]

Nobody ever became a better Christian through hate. [Kate determined in her own way to defend her Father, if not her own faith.]

That's hardly the same thing. [All but rolling her eyes at him as she looks to the front of the chapel.]

Is this what you do for entertainment? [Gaze lingering on the pulpit before leveling him with a hard look.] Come into a place of worship and try and pick apart another persons beliefs?

[walkingheroin]

Well, now that's just a blatant lie. Ever heard of the Crusades? There was quite a bit of hate involved in that little mess, or several messes as the case may be, and they all thought they were fabulous Christians.

[This is fine.]

See, that's where you're wrong.

[Because he is...The Adversary. Just, totally fine.]

Entertainment? Goodness, no. Actually, this is faring much better than my last attempt to set food inside a place like this.

[unpreach]

[The hand that rests in her lap clenches into a fist, Kate's temper tested by this contrary asshat and his insistence on twisting words just to try and paint her opinions and beliefs as wrong.]

A lie. [Teeth clenching together.] Did I ever say that I believed the Crusades to be righteous?

[She rises now, edging out of her pew but rather than leave immediately, Kate fixes Lucifer with a hard look, one that's fraught with pain and anger and then surprisingly...

... pity.]

How, terribly lost you must be to try and justify your lack of faith through the mockery of those who still have theirs.

[walkingheroin]

God is the one who lost his faith in me, my dear. I'm quite aware that he's very real.

[He tilts his head at her, a wry smile on his face.]

He's my Father, after all.