3rd Video

[evilhandissues]

[Have Lindsey wonderland. He looks more then a little tired, someone was up late reading.]

When did you realize your tolerance for the unusual and strange was maxed out?

Also... I feel like there needs to be serious re-organization of the welcoming committee. Including but not limited to updating that pamphlet, making it readily available, and a census maybe? something so that we know who's here?

[If pressed, he'd explain that between Will Graham and the worries of everything else and everyone else, it would be a nice idea. Never mind that it could always fall into wrong hands.

Would fall into wrong hands.]

...I guess I'll take charge of that, but I could use some help...from people who've been here longer.

[Private Message to Jesse.]

....You're a good guy man. Will you let me buy you a drink or something? nobody...should have to listen to me complaining.

[Action; open to anyone/abby]

[It's a day or so after his post and Lindsey is drunk. Very drunk, sitting on the steps somewhere in the castle with his guitar. Occasionally he strums a few notes but he's not really playing anything. He's just sort of staring at the ceiling.

No tears. No emotion.]

Comments

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[lightgunhustler]

We could probably use more pamphlets down in the entry hall, I guess they would be running low by now, but they should be easy to find.

[As for the census--]

Talk to Tohru about the census? She has a book up in the diner with names and photos of everyone here.

[Video]

[evilhandissues]

...We have to make them by hand?

[Ew work]

I didn't even know we had a diner honestly, but thanks. The whole thing seems a little hap hazard.

[Video]

[lightgunhustler]

Just pull more out of the closets and stack them on the tables with the rest. Might as well make use of the magic.

[She smiles a tiny bit, giving a shrug.]

It's on the eighth floor, almost as soon as you hit the hallway from the stairs. I recommend it. Food's good.

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[evilhandissues]

I'll keep my eyes out. [There's a pause] I'm going to ask for a sign too.

...A lot of people don't seem to know you know?

[video]

[cowhouse]

[Well that... Isn't something he'd been expecting. Like, at all.

But hey, enough time has passed since St. Paddy's day that he's ready to give a drink or two a shot again, sure.]

...Sure. Yeah, I'm down. Meet at the bar, or what?

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[evilhandissues]

If you're cool with it. I was in the library, I'll meet you down there dude.

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[cowhouse]

Right on.

[When Lindsey makes it to the fifth floor, Jesse will be there, perched on one of the stools and drumming his hands against the counter.

...He'll also be blessing the bar with a gravelly, half-assed, acapella version of "Fallacies".]

--your eyes burn like daggers duh-duh-duh--

[You're welcome, Wonderland. You're welcome.]

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[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey stops and listens, critically and then with interest] Did you write that?

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[ex_alighthouse135]

Feeling a little out of place?

I grew accustomed to the unusual long ago, Mr. Mcdonald.

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[evilhandissues]

...It's not me really. It's other people. With all the new arrivals I realized just how used to the unusual I've gotten y'know?

Accustomed here?

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[ex_alighthouse135]

[She smiles a bit.]

This place does keep us on our toes, but my life has never really been a.. customary one, so to speak. [Just not normal.]

You've been here for some time. People learn to adapt.

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[evilhandissues]

...I think we all come from that. [No Lindsey, not like Elizabeth's. He smiles back, slowly.]

You know what the problem is with adapting here? I'm bored. I've just been reading.

perma-action;

[glumshoe]

[ Will's trips outside his room are few, thanks to a certain announcement to the greater Wonderland population. But when the need to clear his head strikes, a quick trip to the kitchen for a bottle of Jack turns into a sojourn for the source of the mildly discordant strumming that drives him off course.

It should be a little concerning to find Lindsey with vacancy lights all but lit up in his eyes. Will does stop to wrestle with indecision around the corner, a hand at the back of his neck; he looks like he wants to be alone. After the past week Will probably should leave him alone except for the tug somewhere deep in his center that doesn't like leaving people in distress.

Corner rounded, Will tries to keep his guard all internal. ]

Lindsey? Hey.

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[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey has decided to become an alcoholic. It was a conscious decision, thought out and well planned. First he'll become an alcoholic, then he'll get fat, then he'll turn into his father and throw beer bottles at people who glare at him.

Or perhaps that's just the drink talking. The drink and people staring pointedly at him. He doesn't look up when Will approaches. There's a pause then he tilts his head and stares]

...Hey man.

No more scales.

[He smiles tightly] How are you adjusting?

[glumshoe]

[ Will is not the man to deter this course of action, emphasis on the bottle dangling from his hand. Neither is he prone to examining the why when the end result's importance shoots past his coping skill, but it's never a public event. ]

Sounded like you could use the warm up. [ His tips the bottle against his leg. ] And got started without me.

[ Lindsey's an adult; Will doesn't have much right or reason to get this disquieted over someone he's met all of one (intense) instance. So he shrugs with a little bit of forced casualness. ]

It's, uh, it's fine. Between people being afraid of me and me avoiding them, there's been little settling to be had. Hence the quiet evening plans.

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey lowers his gaze] ...You know. I'm a defense attorney, and believe it or not I've heard worse. True or not.

Oh god have I heard worse.

So I'm not really inclined to judge you man.

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[becauseihaveto]

[It's several hours after sunset when Abby comes across Lindsey in the stairwell. The sounds of his guitar are what caught her ear but, truth be told, she's been looking for him. She hasn't seen him since she went to sleep that morning and, considering where they are, knows how easily his entire world could have been turned on its side since then. Before she goes exploring for the night, she wants to check on him.

When she's close enough to smell the alcohol, she's glad she decided to find him. Staring up at him from the nearest landing, she's silent, still, unmoving. She isn't sure what to think about this, not yet. It's clear she's reserving judgement. Her tone is quiet. Not quite hesitant but definitely carries a touch of uncertainty.]

Hi there.

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[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey strikes another few cords on his guitar before looking up at the voice. A friendly voice, whatever their motivation can reach him. It reaches through his chest to his heart and he smiles warmly. The smile of a drunk who's discovered their ride home]

Hey girl. It's good t'see you. I've been ...

Looking for inspiration.

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[becauseihaveto]

[Truth be told, Abby doesn't have much experience with people who are drunk. She can't do it, herself, and doesn't encourage it in her familiars back home. It's difficult enough to get away with killing so she can feed safely. It would be even trickier trying to do it while intoxicated.

But she isn't really worried about the fact that Lindsey's drinking. Everyone needs to unwind in a place like this and, besides, he's fully grown and isn't in any real danger.

Well. It's Wonderland, so he could be in trouble at any given moment, but the odds are slim of something happening tonight. And if he does, she's here now. She'll make sure he stays safe.

She smiles.]

I'm glad to see you too.

[She moves up the stairs on silent footsteps, stopping a few steps away.]

How long have you been sitting here?

[Action]

[first_demon]

[She heard the music from her room and wandered over, interested to see who would be interrupting the silence of the halls.

His expression clearly dazed.]

Lovely.

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[evilhandissues]

[The first (and last, but mostly first) think that he'd want to see would be a beautiful woman. It's that desire for truth that makes him pluck a string and shake his head]

Nah, it's probably terrible and I'm probably super gross at this point, but if I were more put together it might be.

[He stares at her a moment longer, dazed before he plucks out a quick cord, a well played scale.]

[Action]

[first_demon]

[She can tell he is in another chemical state, likely inebriated. It wasn't too off putting. Certainly not as much as he seems to believe.]

You should give yourself more credit. You're appealing in more ways then you imagine.

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[nascensibility]

We've been a keeping a census in the library for the past year and a half.

[Evelyn likes to keep track of things, and it was Mark Meltzer's idea in the first place.]

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[evilhandissues]

Do you need any help with that?

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[nascensibility]

The population here has grown exponentially over the past four months, so that's a safe assumption to make.

We're trying to get concrete responses from people on where they come from, more specifically, so we can follow the patterns and see what the geographical trends are.

Perhaps you could help us speak with more people to keep track of their origins?