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i think i just found my new bestie here. pajamas and booze? throw in a pedi and you'll never get rid of me

2nd floor room 1, how soon can you be here, honestly.

3rd floor room 6, gimme two seconds to throw on a shirt and im flying downstairs

you're on the clock, this booze won't drink itself.

[ Liv is so damn excited because who doesn't want someone to just sit and drink and talk shit with? Maybe toss in a dumb movie or something and you've got yourself her typical Friday night. ]

babe this elf does not disappoint. cya soon

[And it may take a little longer than two seconds, but Lup arrives, banging at Liv's door, dressed in a her pjs and with a bottle of red wine hanging at her side. Which she is happy to show off once the door opens. A fine prize swiped from the kitchen.

And, y'know, she's an elf, but Liv's probably seen weirder shit in Wonderland by now.] Sup, chickadee. Ready to get this Post-Death Drinking Extravaganza going?

[ Liv has definitely seen weirder - wouldn't even classify an elf as weird at this point - and holds the door open wide, dressed in pajama pants, layered tank tops, and clearly ready to party. ]

Please, you're my hero. Make yourself at home. My name's Liv, by the way. Did i say that?

[ She legitimately can't remember, whoops. ]

[The door opens and after Lup's eyes flick over the woman's appearance--super cute, definitely cute--she peeks over Liv's shoulder to take in the rest of her room. Holy shit, that is one fine looking home. Way better than the slightly cramped ship quarters Lup's claimed as her own the last one hundred years. Her own room in Wonderland is still a little bear. Maybe it's about time she actually tried to spruce the place up.

She lets out a low, impressed whistle, nodding as she steps inside.] Pleasure, Liv. The name's Lup. Sweet digs. You been stuck in Wonderland long?

[ Liv honestly didn't know what to do when she first showed up - in nothing but a bathrobe - so she'd wished for home and when her eyes opened, here she was. Though...not home. Which had been a bummer of a realization, but also - cool magic.

There's already a little set up on the coffee table in front of the couch, glasses included, so Liv goes to sit, inviting Lup to get as comfortable as she wants. ]

I've been here...let's see. Four months? That sounds right. Days start to blur together here. What about you?

[ She pours the wine that she's very, very grateful for, then hands over a glass, getting comfy. ]

[Well, sounds like an entrance Lup's completely sad she missed.

Either way, since she's been invited in, it would be rude to linger at the door, so Lup follows Liv to the small set up she has going on. She plops gracefully onto the same couch Liv is perched on. It's not a proper party if they are spread out!]

Half a month, I guess. [She had started off keeping track in her room, ticking off the days and keeping notes on various discoveries she'd made about this place. But already Lup's starting to lose a little steam, thoughts too preoccupied with fixing her brother's memory to focus too deeply on the passage of time. Besides, she's an elf. Time has always meant so little to someone who will outlive humans by centuries.] Crazy that some folks have been around for years, huh? Just kinda diggin' their heels in and making the best lives they can here.

[She murmurs a soft word of thanks for the glass, mouth twitching into a grin at how fancy it seemed. Back home, most of their fancier glassware had been broken decades earlier, so they'll all given up and she was always the first to drink straight from the bottle.]

So--[she raises her glass] Toasting to your death? Or is it more proper to toast to your re-life?

I mean, what else are people gonna do, you know? Might as well try to live at least a little.

[ She raises her glass and lets out a short laugh. ]

You know what? Let's toast to my first official Wonderland death and then we can toast again to the fact that this place brought me back. Probably just to try and kill me again. My only advice is 'don't die if you can help it.'

[It makes sense, even as much as Lup would so very much rather not be here at all. But just two weeks in and she's already feeling a little too relaxed. But maybe she's just waiting too hard for that other shoe to drop.

Naturally, Liv raises her glass and Lup follows, shooting the other woman a curling, but entirely genuine grin.]

First official death, huh? I hear five of those things gets you super fucked. Let's hope it's your last, sis. [Though from what she's heard so far, that's probably unlikely.] And I wouldn't worry too much about me. I'm pretty hard to kill. [what an understatement.]

Hey, that's what I thought, too.

[ Liv turns serious for a second. What is it about Lup that makes it feel like she can trust her so easily? She has no idea, but that doesn't mean she's quick with information either. Though Lup might be able to figure it out, little by little. ]

When you say you're hard to kill...what do you mean?

[ Are we talking only a headshot will suffice like Liv? Or is it more like immortal being who just can't die? ]

[Kindred spirits, perhaps? Lup certainly doesn't catch on to anything out of the ordinary about the woman yet, but who knows what she'll piece together in time. She's pretty good at that.

For now, the question is asked and Lup considers laughing the comment off, flexing a skinny arm and baring her teeth like she's physically just a challenge. Which is a little cute, considering she's tall, but incredibly lanky, all sharp edges and thin limbs. But what the fuck does she have to lose in this place that she hasn't already lost? And what is anyone gonna do? Drag her away to jail for delving into forbidden necromantic rituals or some bullshit? Nah.]

I'm a lich. So even if my body gets trashed, I've got a pretty untouchable second life that pops up outta that. Not ideal, obvs, I'm pretty attached to all this hotness, but better than actually dying and staying dead.

[ Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait a second.

From her time as a D&D DM 'Litch' is very familiar. The great thing about eating brains isn't taking on the personality. It's retaining information. This is a game changer. ]

Okay, so if I'm a little wrong here, let me know, but...doesn't that mean you're undead?

[The elf gives a pretty casual shrug before taking a sip from her glass and throwing a leg over her knee, like it's really not that big a deal. Which it isn't. Mostly.]

Technically. I mean, this body is pretty damn alive and I'm trying not to burn through it. But if I do get killed, things just get a little extra spooky.

Okay. So. Here's a fact you may or may not find interesting.

[ Deep breath in even though she most definitely doesn't need it...exhale, and: ]

I'm dead too. I mean, if I get killed again outside of Wonderland that's it, but. I have to die in a pretty specific way.

[Oh. Well huh. Not exactly what Lup expected to hear. But at least now they have even more in common besides loving wine and pajamas?]

Oh shit, you too? [And Lup scrutinizes the other woman carefully over her glass.] Huh, small fuckin' world.

I wonder if there are more people here like this than we think? I mean, it kind of makes me feel better about being dead to know someone else understands.

[ Although how many eat brains? Just one, that she knows of. ]

So, imagine my surprise when I woke up after being dead for a day. After telling someone with absolute positivity that I couldn't die and he didn't need to worry about me.

For the amount of folks here? Probably super possible. Can't say it's something that comes out in normal conversation, but guess we could throw out a poll or somethin'.

[Not that it really changes much, but could be interesting. They could start a club.]

What happened? Wonderland came for you? I heard the events here are always trying to kill folks.

[ She's probably not wrong. The odds have to be leaning toward there being more dead people than not, right? Although, how many of them ate brains would be the real question. ]

Yeah, I don't even know what it was. Some...thing that made me convince myself to bash my head into a wall until my head was just kind of....open. But it was like I wasn't in control. I couldn't stop, as much as I wanted to.

[Well. Uh. That's one way to actually startle the elf.

What she's heard of events so far is monsters stalking down the halls, looking to kill folks, to fill up Wonderland's sick need for death and stolen memories. She has not heard of an event making people want to kill themselves. That is just so much more fucked up.]

That's... wow. I heard this place adapts to people who are pretty unkillable generally. You think that was on purpose? It knew just how to take you out?

I don't think it was just me specifically. It didn't just want me dead, it wanted to eat my brain.

[ Which is such a horrific irony that Liv semi-wants to laugh but doesn't. ]

Although, honestly, I wouldn't put it past Wonderland to do anything to target specific people at this point.

[The elf's expression twists, mouth pulling into a disgusted frown.] Grossarooni.

[That's just so not her thing.]

Well, it majorly sucks to die, but I'm glad you came back. At least this place is courteous enough to do that after it kills you.

Hey, there are good things going for Wonderland, even if it seems weird to admit it. Unlimited food and booze is one thing that I enjoy the hell out of, personally.

[ Maybe it's in exchange for being murder-y all the time, but w/e. ]

[Definitely not enough to make Lup like it, considering what she'd given up when arriving, but the elf laughs either way.]

Gotta admit, I'm kinda in love with the pantry. My bro an' I are chefs, but the last couple'a years haven't had access to the kinda supplies and ingredients we would've liked. So that's been pretty rad. Not sure if it beats the whole memory vore aspect of this place, but it's a perk.

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