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video } from Ace of Spades, the Wonderland Blog of Georgia Mason, entry #15

[Georgia looks entirely composed and emotionless under her sunglasses. She's not happy, but like fuck she's going to let that show on camera.]

Both Tims are gone. Jay. Cissie. Becks. Clementine's nowhere to be found, though her stuff is still here, so for the moment I'm choosing to believe she'll be back.

[Fuck does she ever hope Clem will be back. She's lost too many people.]

They're not it, of course. Despite my best efforts, I can't manage to track every single arrival and departure. But these are the ones associated with the Shattered Mirror. That leaves it at just Shaun, Maggie, Julia, and me. The news will march on no matter what. This place has too many secrets and mysteries for us to stop. As long as I am here I swear to you I will keep you informed, to the best of my ability, of the truth as I see it. I won't knowingly lie to you.

But we could use more help.

If you're interested in writing for us, contact me, or visit our office on the ninth floor. We welcome contributions, whether you want to put out something regularly or just submit a piece to our weekly zine. We'll look it over, and so long as it meets our standards, we'll print it. Please come to me with any questions.

[Softly, she adds:] Mahir. Iris. Buffy. Lois. Clark. [Then she switches off the camera.]

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tim and jay?

Yes. Unless they've both ditched all their stuff and moved to the woods in a fit of paranoia, which I can't entirely rule out.

[Unfortunately, it really doesn't seem like the most likely scenario.]

[They're gone. They're both gone.]

[He never got to know Jay any better. He never reconciled with Tim. It's always just...]

[So abrupt.]

jay's...

[He's dead. Sans doesn't know much about their world, but that much spilled out, that one ruinous movie night. At Tim's point in the timeline, Jay's dead. Jay knew. Had he come from that point as well?]

[It's meaningless to speculate.]

[Just like the rest of it is meaningless. Everyone goes home eventually. It always Resets.]

thanks for letting us know.

[She gives a sharp nod.]

It seemed like the thing to do. I'm sorry, I…

[She tilts her head down. She's a master of words, but right now? There are none that really fit.]

I'm sorry.

Edited 2018-10-10 02:12 (UTC)

[He shrugs, not really looking at the screen anymore or emoting much at all.]

yeah. same.

[And he hangs up. He needs to take a walk.]

[ Julia is already in the office when George's post goes live, so she just finds her way to George's office and leans against the door jamb. ]

I'm guessing it's a bad time to ask for a promotion.

[ She's trying to be funny... And probably failing. Mostly because this is just depressing and she's not sure what to say. ]

[George doesn't quite laugh, but there's an edge of amusement in the way she exhales.]

Sure. I'll even double your salary. Or triple it.

[Shaun throws a balled up paper at George's head.

All of his work is electronic. He keeps paper at his desk just so he can do this.]

You can drive a harder bargain than that. I mean, three times nothing is still three times nothing.

How about a bottle of something I don't have to conjure from the closet myself and we'll call it even?

[ How dare you do that to paper, Shaun. How dare you? Granted, Julia might be the only one in the office still old school enough to actually use paper for anything other than hitting George in the head with it. ]

[George occasionally uses paper for notes! Occasionally. That and the journal she and Shaun keep together. Besides that, yeah, paper is dead.

So is the pen she lobs back across the room at him. Julia, are you sure you want to be in the middle of this?]

My point is more that we don't really have any sort of official hierarchy.

Bullshit. [Shaun catches the pen and twirls is around his fingers.]

With Jay gone [another in a long line of people he sorely misses.] I have obviously been demoted to intern again. Boss.

[ Julia wants to be a thousand miles away from whatever is happening here, but Wonderland is only so big. ]

I managed the Independant all on my own. We still have better odds here. [ Julia likes to think she's become a much better team player since she arrived. She doesn't yell at queens anymore or anything! ] Every office does need an intern, though.

[ Kidding, Shaun! Kidding. ]

[No offense taken. He's grinning.]

Well, someone has to make the coffee and fetch Coke for the boss.

[Georgia calmly flips Shaun off, then turns to Julia.]

Really, he's just looking for a promotion from office idiot, but he's so good at it.

We all have our roles, I think Shaun should embrace his.

Office idiot doesn't come with any benefits. [He shrugs.] Office intern comes with the opportunity to work without pay for "exposure." I mean, sign me up.

[George throws another pen at Shaun's head.] We pay our interns! Well, we would if Wonderland had an economy.

I'm sorry.

[She says it for Georgia as well as herself. She hadn't noticed Tim and Jay missing until a day or two ago- trying to text Jay for an idle question- that then slid into finding their rooms empty, their communication lines dead.]

Seems to be happening a lot lately. How're you doing?

I'm keeping busy.

[Doesn't she always? Her solution to all of life's problems: write until she stops hurting. It hasn't worked yet, but hey, she doesn't have any other brilliant ideas.]

I've still got people here. I'll be okay.

[She nods, but it's shallow.]

Yeah, I... yeah.

[She should probably talk about it, but she feels like saying it makes it real.]

I think Legion's gone now, too. So it's... just me, again. From my world.

[And they're dead, back home. Who knows if she'll ever see them again.]

Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.

[George didn't really know Legion, but she knows losing people hurts, no matter who they are. And she knows how much being alone sucks.]

I know it isn't the same, but you're always welcome in the office if you want company.

I mean, nothing here's the same. But I appreciate it.

[Nothing's going to be the same as being on the ship, with her crew, no one hurting, no one dead. She doesn't have the choice for that now.]

It's not the first time it's just been me. I'll manage.

I believe you. But if you ever want to.... [She waves at the office.] I'm shit company, but sometimes anything's better than the quiet.

[There's a little snort at that.]

You're not shit. You make good conversation. That's as much as I've got, anyway. And I appreciate the talking. You don't really think about it, but the Mansion's quiet in a different way than a ship.

Damn. This place gets smaller and smaller every week.

We don't seem to get as many new people as we once did either. I wonder if Wonderland is weakening.

I mean it can't go on this way forever, right? Even stars burn out eventually.

Which does raise the question, what happens if we're still here when it burns out?

[Rocket mimes an explosion and wiggles his disconcertingly human-like fingers.]

Right. Guess "free trip home" would be too optimistic.

I mean when something starts goin' boom and nobody here knows how or why people leave, the only logical result is we're all gonna go down with it, unless a miracle happens. And I'm a little past believin' in miracles, Georgie.

I am a miracle. [She should be dead several times over.] But I'm not about to get my hopes up for too many more.

Yeah, so am I. And last I checked, science miracles don't do so well in a place run by frickin' magic. This is the land that science goes to die. Maybe we should be embracing the magic.

Edited 2018-10-11 04:45 (UTC)

Embracing the magic? [Her lips pinch.] What precisely do you mean by that?

Like... [He makes a face like this physically pains him to say] Stop tryin' to logic and reason our way out. Think like it thinks.

I don't think I'm capable of that.

I don't think I am either, but this is kind of an "adapt or perish" thing, Georgie.

Right. It's taken you how many years to get to that point?

Get off my ass. I'm trying to fast-track you through the crash I'm going through, 'cause I'm such a good friend.

And I'm trying to knock you to your senses, cause I'm also a good friend.

[She frowns at him.]

Wonderland logic might not be the same as normal logic, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

I mean, sure. It follows rules, and it hasn't broken 'em to my knowledge. I'll give it that much.

[Maggie, unlike Georgia, isn't making a big an effort at public composure. She wipes a tear or two over that list of names as she answers. Becks comes as an especially big blow, though of course she knew before Georgia made the announcement.]

Will you be in the office for awhile? Don't worry, I won't ask for a hug. I just don't feel like sitting here by myself.

It's your office too. You're always welcome here.

[It's not really an answer to the question, but it's the best she can offer. She's trying to hold herself together.]

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