Wonderland: Day One

[wonderlandian]

The residents of Paradisa who ventured into the lobby on the 13th would find something new there; a mirror spanning an entire wall. Given recent happenings, who can blame them if they're cautious? Trouble is, this mirror seems to really want to bring people in, because you don't have to get too close before you're through the looking glass.

Once you've gone, you may find that you're not quite yourself.

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Mirror|Queen's Courtyard|Queen's Castle|Tulgey Wood
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[Notes/Reminders: Type 1 and Type 2 characters will believe they are Wonderland natives. All characters, including those not entering Wonderland, will be able to use their journals; Wonderland "natives" will think it is a communication device exclusive to Wonderland, although communication between Paradisa and Wonderland through the journals is absolutely possible. You may NPC any number of Tulgey Wood creatures, except for the Jabberwocky.]

Comments

[scinlae]

[ The man is looking at her, the voice also bears his face, her heart stops and she takes another step back. Broken laughter turning to something more desperate, something scared. ]

No.

[ Why isn't he disappearing? She closes her eyes tightly before opening them again and still he stands with this guards. No, no no no no no no no no no ─ ]

Don't.

[ Her tone turns pleading, another heavy step backwards is taken. This one won disappear, it won't, this phantom, this broken twisted phantom. Why won't he disappear? He isn't real, he isn't. Disappear! ]

[impetuous]

Leave us.

[ The cards follow their king's orders quickly. Alone in the hall with the woman, the king approaches her. ]

Are you well, my darling? I believe you're suffering from having drank too much tea. A seat and some crackers ought fix this. You! Seven!

[ The poor seven of spades freezes. ]

Tell the cook to fetch the lady some crackers and a seat!

[scinlae]

[ He speaks but his words are nothing more than sound, she doesn't properly comprehend them. For every step he takes she takes one back, refusing to let him come any closer. He can't, he isn't real, he isn't real─ ]

No, go away, stop haunting me!

[impetuous]

[ ...why is she telling him to go away. no one tells him to go away. except his wife. but. you know. his wife. ]

I do not like to be ordered about. I am king here.

[scinlae]

[ Because she's mad and he isn't real and he's a king so that makes him not real, a figment, her mind haunting her with his image. ]

No, no you're not, you're not real.

[impetuous]

I'm perfectly real you'll find. That is quite rude. Coming into my castle and claiming I'm not real. Perhaps it is you who isn't.

[scinlae]

No, you're not, you can't be. Please stop this, you're not real. You left.

[impetuous]

Left where? Speak plainly!

[scinlae]

Paradisa, you left me.

[impetuous]

How could I leave you when I've never stayed?

[scinlae]

[ She flinches, taking another step back.

No no no no no.

This can't ─ He's not real, he's not real.

Tears sting her eyes and her heart thunders in her ears, she wants to scream, she wants to hit him, she wants to run. She hates this place, she hates it and all it's tea and trees and cards and roses painted red. ]

You're not real. You're not ─ [ She mutters it like a mantra now, her throat constricting with the emotion. ] I'm just mad, just mad. Hahaha.

[impetuous]

My dear, we're all mad here. That doesn't mean we're not real.

[scinlae]

No more.

[ This isn't right, this isn't real. She won't believe that it is real, no matter what this phantom says ─ this man wearing a too familiar face, a too painful face. She shakes her head. ]

No more, I beg of you.

[ If he says anything else she does not stick around to hear it, one two three steps and she is running, caring little as to where she goes as long as it is far away from him.

She hates this place, she hates it as much as she hates Paradisa itself. ]