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paradisa2013-01-13 08:46 am
wonderlandian) wrote in paradisa2013-01-13 08:46 am
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Wonderland: Day One
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.[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.]
Once you've gone, you may find that you're not quite yourself.[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.]
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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.
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[ 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. ]