Apr. 5th, 2017

deathlessness: (they say)
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[It hits her when she's sitting in one of the space bars, staring out at the stars and marveling at the newness of it all. It's very rare that there's something that takes her so completely by surprise that she almost forgets the monumental occasion that this day is.

It's been a year. A year, without trying to shove as much life into it as she can, a year that doesn't end with the weight of her aunt's spell crashing down around her and claiming her consciousness with it. A year that wasn't an end so much as it was a beginning.

A year that didn't end in sleep, for her at least, is a rare one indeed.

So she intends to celebrate, and by celebrate, she means drink and talk to the rest of the Wonderland residents. The video feed clicks on to Freya's pretty face and she rests her chin in her hands.]


So. As of today, I have present in Wonderland for a full year. Which, while I know is small in comparison to some of the residents here, is actually quite the accomplishment for me. It's been a long time since I've seen longer than a year anywhere.

[She nods once with a smile.]

Therefore, I have a question for you, Wonderland. If you only hand one year before the world as you knew it completely and irreversibly changed, what would you with that year? It could be anything you want - no limitations.

Call me ... curious.

[And with that, she will sit back with her drink and wait for responses.]
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[ Sam’s face appears over the network, looking, frankly, a bit dead-eyed and overtired. ]

I wasn’t sure of this when we were in space, but… seems like we’ve lost some people. Jo Harvelle, John Winchester -

[ He stiffens, jaw setting tight, as if he’s frozen despite himself. ]

[Up until now Dean’s been quiet in the background, his jaw set the same way. He’s not a big fan of video feeds, especially when it comes to personal shit like this but he also knows it’s necessary. Jo had a life here, a better one, and so did Dad.]

I know they have a reputation, so… [The whole thing feels cheap to Dean, the send-off not what he’d ever want for them or himself. Especially knowing what they’re facing at home for Jo and Dad already being long gone. How well could any of these mooks know them. It’s different when you have to survive together, and rely on each other when it comes to life or death situations.

Dean wants to be selfish, even though he’s not a fan of the city or the royalty he’s not stupid- he knows this was a second shot he never would have gotten anyplace else. That’s a hard pill to swallow.
] maybe don’t expect a triumphant return. [Smooth.]


[ Sam sighs shortly, focusing the video back on himself rather than his brother, having recovered from the lapse. ]

They deserved better. Always have. [ As usual, Sam is feeling guilty about something thoroughly beyond his control, and it shows in the painful grimace he wears. ] … I just hope they were - damn happy here. And that they’re -

[ “Happy where they are now, too.” It doesn’t sound right, though, so he just shakes his head hopelessly and ends the feed. ]
nascensibility: that you only meant well?!???!?! (MMMM WHATCHA SAYYY)
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[There is such a thing in the sciences, in mathematics, called the relation between constants and variables.

Variables are unknown elements, that which has not yet come to pass, changing incessantly to best suit an equation. Constants are fixed, their values do not shift for better or worse. Every experiment must have a constant with which to compare for consistency, the baseline, the mainstay.

For some time she has felt less like a person and more like a fixture, another unaltered set dressing against an unaltered backdrop. A theatre full of traveling shows that ebb with the whims of a fickle audience, some more popular than others, some waning into obscurity after brief performances. They are all players, but some less so as time wears on and eventually the stage across which you might have danced is a part of you, and you a part of it.
]

I understand that many of you are no strangers to loss.

[She certainly is not, and isn't so naive to think that others have not suffered either. It was not selfish disappointment that crushed into her chest when she saw his empty room this morning after stopping by to discuss the science of space travel - for all his time away, he was still a physicist - but a sickening dread, knowing the circumstances to which he was returning.

The same as hers: death.
]

And I am not in the habit of dressing up bad news. But given the length of this particular resident's stay in Wonderland, I feel it is important for people to know that Philip LaFresque is no longer with us.

[Miraculously her voice does not quake and she thinks perhaps there might have been an inevitability at play, a knowledge they both shared that one of them would leave before the other. One of them would disappear first.]

He was the first person that I met here, almost six years ago. I dare say that he has changed a great deal, and that many of you would not recognise the man he was once, but he was my oldest and dearest friend. [Here she feels the crack in the dam, the anxiety that comes with having to use the past tense.] And I'm sorry that sounds so- so trite, and insignificant, that there is not a more appropriate word to describe it than "friend."

[Evelyn inhales steadily and chokes on the realisation that of those she knew from the very beginning, she is the only one left.]

I hope some of you will remember him fondly.
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[It’s perhaps one of the most peaceful events Cami’s ever experienced. It had felt more like a field trip than anything sinister or cruel, a journey into outer space untainted by some twist to their personalities or memories. In the two years she’s spent in Wonderland, Cami can’t name another time when the machinations of this place have been so kind.

Which is why, she thinks, she should expect the announcements that filter through the network so soon thereafter. Announcements of departure, of loss so like death, and two of those names strike Cami so closely that it feels like someone’s torn a wound into her chest.

She doesn’t put up anything right away—but it also doesn’t take so long as one might expect from someone who is grieving. Cami has always processed her pain by throwing herself into something, finding some action to take.

This time, there’s a rather large one.

She’s not in her own office when the feed opens, or even the privacy of her room. Instead she’s sitting at the bar—not behind it. Not until she’s finished the glass of bourbon she’s poured herself at the very least.

It’s neither the first, nor the last she’ll have that day.]


Starting today, the therapy office will be closed for the next week. [She pauses, her eyes lowering for a moment as she takes a breath.] Maybe longer. It depends on how long the other part of this takes. If anyone has an emergency, you can call me, but I won’t be keeping regular hours. Sorry.

[She looks back towards the camera then. Cami thinks she should feel some guilt about it, hence the apology—but she doesn’t.

They can live without her for a week.]


That other part I mentioned is this: the fifth floor bar. [She waves a hand briefly towards the space around her, but the truth is, most everyone likely knows about it already.] I’m the last regular worker here, which in theory makes me the de facto owner. The thing is, I already have one full time job. I can’t run this place alone.

[Cami can recognize that much of a limit at least. There’s a break while she takes a drink; the feed is pretty quiet, all things considered.]

I’m not giving it up. [Let’s establish that first.] But I need help. Bartenders especially, although if you want to volunteer and you don’t have any experience, I can teach you. I’m hoping to find some people who do, however, before Friday.

We’re going to be hosting—well. The closest thing to it would be an Irish wake. [She’s trying to be kind. It is a wake for Jo, because she’s dead in her world. Dead and gone, because just being stripped of her memories of Simon somehow isn’t bad enough.] Irish specifically, because it’s not for grieving. It’s for celebrating the people who were here and who aren’t now. See, if you knew Jo and Simon especially, you know they wouldn’t want a bunch of sad mourners crying over them. They'd want another way to be remembered, so that’s what’s going to happen. ABBA and all.

[Grieving can come before or after--and after. Cami leans forward towards the camera, a grin on her lips that doesn’t quite manage to be happy.]

We’re going to celebrate the chance to have had them in our lives, for however long that lasted. Because if anyone managed to find a way to live in this place, and to make it truly good? It was them.

[It should still be them.

Cami takes in a breath; someone listening closely enough might hear how shaky it is. What’s easier to see is the brief brush of her fingers under her eyes, wiping away the tears that threaten to form and fall. She knows she needs to finish this soon, and she tries to smile again. Maybe she even manages to be a bit friendlier this time.]


Friday night. Wear your neon. And if you’re interested in helping out, either just for the night or long-term, let me know.

[And with that, she cuts off the feed.]
uncoils: (You love you learn)
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I'm kind of surprised, but that was actually fun.

[Well, someone's happy about the space trip.]

Like I kept expecting it to all go to shit, and yeah I got arrested, but that's not too bad. Plus being arrested in space sounds way cooler than being arrested on Earth, right?

[She shrugs, it's cool to her. Maybe not to the space types, but whatever, it's cool, okay?]

You know, if more stuff like that happened, this place would suck a whole lot less. Beats drowning and falling asleep all the fucking time and all the other crap that happens.

[She'd throw more examples, but does anyone need more examples?]

So uh...I'm not the only one who got thrown in jail over the weekend, right? Please tell me I'm not the only one.

[If she was, it loses all cool points and becomes the most embarrassing thing ever. Okay, maybe not ever, but definitely in a while.]

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