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

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

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]

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[He does not look at all pacified by what she says. Not even a little.]

Then what happened, exactly?

[He walks purposefully toward the bed, having literally no idea that that might make things worse.]

[That look on his face makes her mouth fall open, surprise briefly touching her features, her gaze tracking him as he stalks across the room like he's ready to start ripping things apart before he even knows what happened.]

It was a mirror. [Which sounded strange given the shattered pieces in the bathroom.] Your mirror, somebody claiming to be the other version of you. He was just... sayin' stuff.

[Welcome to Richie's oh shit face.]

Mine!?

[Oh fuck no. If his fucking evil doppelganger said enough shit to make her break a mirror with her brush, he was almost afraid to ask.

He finishes his trek to the bed, sitting down on the side closest to her, eyes intense.]

What kind of stuff?

Stupid stuff. [Shaking her head and suddenly feeling pretty foolish for hiding out in her room and not cleaning up the mess she'd made.]

Like, about, the other me. [But that hadn't really been it.]

What's coming. [But she doesn't know how significant that part is.] He was just tryin' to scare me, Richie, that's all.

[As if his oh shit face couldn't get any worse, it does. In the form of his expression nearly smoothing over to near stillness except for his eyes, which scream of, well, murder.

You know, the face he makes when he's about to fuck something up hard.]

Did he say what he thought was coming?

[The angrier Richie gets, the more tense Kate becomes in kind, her breaths coming slowly, deliberately, like she's worried that the slightest change might set him off so she focuses on breathing in and out, her gaze never daring to shift from him.

She almost doesn't want to answer, considers reaching for his hand to try and anchor him but even Kate isn't about to risk being the thing that accidentally triggers an explosion.]

Suffering. [Swallowing hard.]

[Well, she's not pissed at him, so he's going to mentally go out on a limb and guess that he was a vague motherfucker.

Or he doesn't know.

Either way, it doesn't really help his current anger issue.]

It's sure coming for him if he bothers you again.

[Let's be real, he'd kill his mirror in a heartbeat if he could get to him. He knew that he was over there doing whatever it was that mirrors do, but they hadn't heard or seen anything about them otherwise.

So much for that.]

[Finally she exhales, some of that tension releasing along with the shuddering breath, Kate fighting to keep the smile that wants to touch her lips at bay.

She doesn't doubt for a second that he means what he said, and she probably shouldn't be so pleased about it.

The smile does fade a moment later, though, Kate's lips pressing together as her gaze drops to her hands.]

There was... more. [Still trying to figure out how to explain it. She would have gladly kept it all to herself but if maybe these mirrors knew something they didn't, he needed to know.]

Things about the other me and... what I'd have to do to survive.

[His shoulders tense, and he's glad that she's not looking at him when she says that.]

He's not even real. He has no fucking idea what he's talking about.

[Because she didn't survive. She died. He saw it happen.

Maybe the one on the other side of the mirror did. Maybe his other self did the thing he hadn't been able to do.]

[She looks up when he speaks, though, Kate's head cocking as if the slight change in angle would help her see into his mind. He could read her soul every time he drank her blood and yet she was forever trying to guess at what was going on inside of him.]

Richie... [But she doesn't want to say the next part. She just wants to have this conversation done with so they can talk about literally anything else. She wants to be out of this room that had once felt safe. ]

I think... I think she's a Culebra. [Spitting the words out so that they're no longer sticking in the back of her throat.]

[She might have gotten rid of whatever was sticking in her throat, but now he has a lump the size of a bowling ball in his.

Less because she said the one thing he'd been thinking as well, and more because of how difficult it was for her to say.

Being here changed things in some ways; she wasn't going to age here the way Seth would have back home, while he stayed the same. That said, it didn't change the fact that, sometimes, he thought about it.]

There are worse things to be. [Richie, don't take this so personally.] Besides, no matter how horrible she might be, it doesn't have anything to do with that. She would have been fake either way. Screwed up.

[To her credit, her face doesn't so much as flinch at his words, schooled into a perfect mask of unemotional calm. She couldn't say the words that were swirling in her brain, couldn't be the one to bring him pain. And it would. With just two words, she could wound him, and perhaps even them, irrecoverably.

Are there?.

He wouldn't be able to understand it, though. He hadn't had to kill somebody that he loves because they couldn't bear the thought of becoming a Culebra. He didn't believe in God and Heaven and have parents he desperately wanted to be reunited with some day. Unlike her, he seemed capable of carrying the burden of what he had to do to live as a Culebra.

She still believed that maybe some day, she could get married, have children, have some semblance of a normal life. The kind of life her Momma and Daddy would have wanted her to have. But she could never have that if she were a Culebra. She might never have that with Richie and that was exactly why, she couldn't tell him any of this.]

No I.... I just thought you'd want to know. [Lips pressing together as she drags one of the throw pillows towards her and hugs it against her chest.]

And she'll never get near you if I have anything to say about it.

[Because he knows she doesn't want that, and who knows what other kinds of terrible things these mirrors would do to her. Do to both of them, if given the opportunity.

Like he said, there are worse things to live through than just being...this.]

And neither will he. Alright?

[A range of emotions flit across her face, too quickly to really describe but finally something that closely resembles a smile touches her lips; Crooked, but sincere.]

I know. [She supposed she'd known it before he'd said it out loud that as long as he was around, she didn't have anything to worry about. Despite the circumstances that surrounded them coming together? He'd never actually done a single thing to hurt her; Never on purpose.]

I'm sorry I - [Scared you?] - worried you. I shoulda cleaned up I just... needed to be away from there.

It's fine.

[He glances back toward the other room, where glass litters the floor.]

I'll deal with it. Just...if he tries to talk to you again, just ignore him.

[Would he be able to do the same? It's hard to say...]

I can help.

[On this point, though, she won't be such a pushover.]

You really think that's such a good idea? [Eyebrows raising.] I mean, what if he's not wrong? What if he knows somethin' that we don't?

[He pushes up to stand, but doesn't move to leave the room.]

But we won't know if he's lying, either. It's pointless.

[He glances back out, wondering if he can hear them talking about all this.]

You said it yourself. He's just trying to scare you. Or he's trying to see what else you'll tell him in return.

Edited 2017-01-29 20:50 (UTC)

[Frustration wrinkles her features, Kate bristling at the fact that it feels like he's just shutting her down; treating her exactly the same way Seth always did and there's no masking the emotion that dances across her features.

I listen to you.

Just, not always it seems.]

I didn't tell him anything. [Not that he was even accusing her but the defensive edge to her voice has little to do with that.]

[His lips purse at her reaction, knowing he fucked up somehow again, and he can at least guess as to why.

He also knows that if his mirror spoke to him, he wouldn't be able to just ignore it, either.

Richie's eyes linger on hers for a moment before he finally says:]

Just be careful. Because that- [He points at the mess.] -is probably exactly what he wanted.

[She didn't even need him to agree with her; She just wanted to have the conversation rather than get shut down but this at least, is enough. She believes him when he says the other Richie is probably a liar but that didn't mean they should dismiss it, right?

Tension melting away, she nods her head and exhales another sigh.]

I know. [Kate now moving to climb from the bed so she can join him in the cleanup.] Believe me, I know. [Still mad at herself.] He just... really pissed me off.

you know, the whole thing is... creepy. [And then for emphasis.] I'd just had a shower.

[His shoulders tense again for...obvious reasons.

He's just gonna not comment on that, though. He's done some pretty creepy shit, okay? It should shock him that his mirror would do that but it...doesn't really.]

For what I understand, the mirror is just gonna fix itself. We can find a way to keep it covered when we want it that way. Drapes or some shit like that.

[Reasons that. Go right over Kate's head. Bless. (That roll was so ic it hurt.)

But in all her oblivious glory, she's just going to walk with him out of her bedroom and move towards a cupboard to get a dustpan and broom.]

Oh, I know. [She'd even known that part when she smashed the mirror.] It was still satisfying.

[But she nods her agreement on the drapes and dear god Richie, please teach Kate that she doesn't have to manually clean like this when you live in a magical mansion.]

I can relate to that.

[Black eyes heal. Doesn't mean he doesn't like knocking someone on their ass when the situation calls for it.

And I mean, of course he's gonna do that. He actually stops and blinks at her for a moment before he holds up a finger.]

Just...wait a second.

[Excuse him while he moves over to the same cupboard, opens it up, and pulls out a hand vac, holding it up like 'um duh?']

[She does as he asks, nose wrinkling in confusion as he pulls out the hand vac, Kate clearly not understanding what the duh is for.]

They do the same thing! [Close to indignant, though more playful.

The fact is, that despite being in a place where anything she might need is at her fingertips, she was still clinging to what was familiar to her.]

You really don't mind how easy this place makes it, to have whatever you want, do you? [It's not a judgment as such, more a sincere curiosity to understand how she can struggle with everything and he slides right in like he was meant for all this.]

One makes it significantly more likely that you'll cut yourself on broken glass.

[Which when you live with a hungry snakepire should be something on your mind. Just saying. It's just as much for his comfort as it is for hers.

He raises a brow at her.]

Of course not. Why would it?

[No really, explain it to him. He's confused.]

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