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[shrinkage]

( ACTION | from the pool up to floor 6 )

[ the first thing ray wants after he drags himself out of the pool is to follow his instincts toward home. his feet leave wet sloshes in a path behind him up to the sixth floor, dressed in a drenched set of coveralls, work boots, and a STAR labs cap with the brim in the back.

the people he passes moving through the halls in a haze are fuzzy but familiar. he smiles back and says hello-- and even gets names right now and again. but he presses on, excusing himself after brief exchanges.

he lets himself into room 004. lets it feel like he's where he belongs. lets the water soak the carpet as he stands hesitantly in the doorway, waiting for a weller welcome in one of two flavors. ]

...Hello? Hon? Kurt?

( TEXT | anonymous )

could wonderland actually be our real homes?

( ooc | feel free to run into him at a place of your choosing in the mansion, if you'd like )

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[outstandingbalance]

Probably depends how you define homes. What makes you ask?

[shrinkage]

this world feels more solid than my homeworld. it's kind of hard to explain.

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[eatsyourscience]

What do you mean?

[shrinkage]

the world i come from didn't ever feel right. this place feels better? more real. this probably sounds stupid.

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[ssmisery]

No.

[shrinkage]

any reason?

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[beardman]

I damn well hope not.

[shrinkage]

you must come from a nice world, then

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[mucked]

( ooc: gimme a shout if this doesn't work! )

[ wonderland's hallways leave all sorts of room for unintended run-ins and funny little encounters. the last time she'd crossed paths with ray so serendipitously, she ended up getting quite a shock via pop rocks.

but that's rather far from her mind as she spies him, familiar and unfamiliar all at once, as she's exiting the dining room. peggy has a napkin full of dark chocolate truffles in one hand and a smear of cocoa powder on her thumb as she comes to a complete stop and stares -- more than a little curious -- at the man blocking her path. ]

You're back.

[ yes, hello, lovely to see you again. ]

[shrinkage]

[ he halts, and it takes a few second for him to reply, eloquent as ever: ]

Huh? [ oh. oh he definitely knows this woman, for sure. memories of memories, some fuzzier than others. he warms up a little, growing more genuine by the second. her identity is bolstered by a web of others, and it eventually rushes to the top. ] Oh-- hey Peg! Yeah, uhh just kinda out of it. How long's it been?

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[mydude]

Maybe? Place fucks with our memories as it is.

[shrinkage]

how do you know which ones are actually yours?

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[passingthrough]

Do you mean that in the sort of way where you've come to connect with people and care about this place, so home is where the heart is or more like our bodies are still in our homes and our minds are being manipulated to show us this place?

[shrinkage]

oh uh either i guess?

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[middlefinger]

[wynonna was wandering the halls, making her way back to her room after practicing in the shooting range, when she runs into ray. she knew he had been missing from talking to sarah and doc and a smile spreads across her lips, glad to see her friend has returned. even though they say as long as a person's things haven't disappeared they'll come back -- well she doesn't trust wonderland, to say the least. ]

Welcome back, I was wondering when you'd make you grand entrance.

[shrinkage]

I forgot how deep that pool goes...

[ wynonna's name doesn't come to him right away, but a feeling of mutual ... something does. something that makes it easy for ray to take a deep breath, even to chuckle at himself. ]

It's only brunch time and it's already been a capital-d Day.

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[luchnik]

[ it's not the state of the man that makes oliver stop on his way upstairs - but his face. it's a face he knows well, one he's been on the lookout for since it was namedropped to him shortly after his arrival, one that he's not likely to mistake.

he quirks a brow as he examines the man before him. ]

Mr. Palmer.

[shrinkage]

[ so far, it's been familiar faces all the way down, easy hellos and welcome backs that he felt comfortable rolling with. the sound of his name in such formal address seems to snap ray's posture a little straighter. ]

Yes? Hello! [ but as he assesses the man's face, he's coming up blank. oh, pancakes. his own formality falls into place, the tonal shift into a man of service maybe a little disorienting. ray smiles and nods. ] What can I do for ya?

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[testcase]

What makes you think that?

[shrinkage]

it's kinda complicated. i just got here, but i remember having a life here that doesn't actually seem like mine in a lot of ways
aside from a few particular ways that are lots better than where i just came from.

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[croptops]

I can't believe that.

[shrinkage]

i think i might want to.

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[gwensday]

So like Wonderland is where we really belong and our other worlds stole us from here?

[ Talk about head trippy. ]

[shrinkage]

yeah. i know it's not the most popular idea.
it's just that this place is better

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[startingpoint]

[ Thankfully, when Ray gets back, Kurt is completely sober. He's even cooking. Finding something productive to do seems to help with taking his mind off the dumpster fire that is his life now. But also, being here with Sarah while Ray's been gone has helped to refocus him, too. They couldn't be sure exactly when he'd come back, but as it turns out, Ray has perfect timing. Kurt's just plating some food: totally healthy cheesesteaks, and potato wedges because why not. There's beer, too, and he's sipping at it slowly, but he's barely buzzed.

He stops everything when he sees Ray, though, and manages a small smile. ]

Hey, buddy. Good to see you.

lmk if this is too much godmoding! call me rin the amazing: weller juggler extraordinaire

[shrinkage]

[ a sigh of relief puffs out of him, an easy smile following close after-- here's kurt. kurt's here. and he's real, and he knows ray and there's beer and food to be had.

and as he's saying hello, sarah tackles him like a spider monkey.

and in the time the couple takes to reunite and say their hellos, two things are made very clear: ray is ecstatic to be home, and his memories are a jumbled mess. but when he finally gets back around to sit for lunch, a third thing happens: he takes and drinks a beer without cringing or bracing himself. ]

Oh, that's better. [ he grins at kurt, and the shift back into supportive brother-in-law feels easy. his stomach gives a loud lurch. ] I'm not sure how? But I totally missed your cooking, bro.

[blackbirdsing]

[ Sarah doesn't even hesitate, as soon as she hears his voice, Sarah launches herself at him and wraps around him much like a koala would a tree. He's wet? Whatever, she'll figure it out later, she is wrapped completely around him. ]

You're back, you're back, you're back.

[ All of that is accompanied with little kisses all over his face. ]

[shrinkage]

[ a storm erupts-- but please don't fret. ray does indeed catch his galeforce wife missile.

the coffee tray he'd been holding, well, that must be sacrificed. up into the air it goes, two drinks hitting the ceiling before gravity takes back over. the bag of goodies he's already had a copious sample of? yes, that's got to go as well. and so it's raining hot liquids and half-eaten donuts as ray loses his balance to focus his large frame on supporting sarah.

it's an explosion but all he can do is laugh with relief. they're back out the door into the hallway. they're tumbling down onto the floor together. sarah is kissing him.

this is better. he kisses back. ]

Oh my god you're real.

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[cursebreaking]

God, I hope not.

[shrinkage]

in that case, i hope you get back soon.

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[nodogsonthemoon]

like this place made up different homes for everyone to think theyre from but theyre actually from here??

[shrinkage]

whoa dude
i didn't even think of that and now my brain feels fuzzy

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[colorfulmoniker]

[Ah, the fabled text messages he's heard so much about! He's never tried it before, so Killian attempts to answer, but he's staring too hard at the letters and where he's pressing his thumb to pay any attention to what he's actually typing.]

I won't know shout you, mate, but three is holy one home form e. My shit.

[Aaaand send.

Wait...

that's not what he typed???]

oh my god no i love it bravo

[shrinkage]

whoops
your autocorrect hates you, dude

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[charlastan]

[Stan turns up rather late with his all-caps all the time texting, but he can't just leave that question alone.]

YOU ARE DEFINITELY EITHER DELUSIONAL OR BRAINWASHED AND I'M REALLY NOT SURE WHAT THE BETTER OPTION IS AT THIS POINT.

[shrinkage]

either way i'm pretty sure it's the first so i'm just gonna do what i can
but thanks that was super helpful dude

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[boonie]

Don't waste your time with them rose goggles.
So far all I've seen here is a few well-adjusted idiots and every single one of them piss into the wind when everything starts crumbling.

[shrinkage]

what do you mean?