video; forgive us now for what we've done

[determinedest]

[Get up. Wake up. Open eyes and blot out light, scrub at face. Dirty. Slept in soil. Not a monster, should be better than that. Staying determined, be the future of humans and monsters, this is all just a bad dream. Never wake up.

Doesn't hurt anymore. Should.

Drag self upright. Wobble. Don't fall. Open doors and slip inside, climb the stairs. Hard to breathe. The lungs are too tight. Head spins. Can't remember, but someone cried. All scared. Shook in someone's arms, pathetic sobbing, sweating, dying.

Room twelve. Doors open, enter, doors close. It all got messed up.

Speak up. Look parents in the eye when talking. Don't stare at the ground. Only bad kids do that. Explain the bandages. Put flame to the thoughts, burn them all away until smoke coils to the ceiling and there's nothing left but Bad Memory, hurts 1 HP. Cut it all out like pruning shears to vines, like ripping off the band-aid, like fingers through dirt.

Video on. Can't think of what to say. Can't talk, opens mouth, closes mouth, shuts eyes, twists away, whispers:]

It's okay now.

[What else. What else? Nothing else. Doesn't matter.]

...sorry.

[Shuts it down.]

[[ooc: Frisk will be in their room on the second floor for anyone interested in action prompts! They won't be getting out much today otherwise.]]

[video] a little party never killed anybody

[nascensibility]

[After months of attempted planning (most of which was frequently cast to the wayside in favour of dealing with whatever fresh Hell decided to make itself known to them all) Evelyn has come to the conclusion that there will never be a "Good Time," and has therefore decided that with that being the case, it is simply easier to set what she likes, when she likes.

This is all a very runabout way of saying that Evelyn has politely asked the Mansion - which, as we all now know, is practically sentient - to deliver the following invitation to everyone's door:]



[Intangible* attachments have also been forwarded to each resident, supplemented by the following transmission:]

I'm holding a fête this Friday evening - there isn't a particular time for required attendance, it should be ongoing for several hours after dinner - and I should like as many parties as available to come. It is themed, as there are a number of us here from time periods before 1950, so appropriate attire is encouraged, but not mandated.

[This is in part due to a withering homesickness that Wonderland itself has been unable to satisfy.]

Kindly respond if you do plan to join, and I hope to see you all on Friday.




[*Evelyn is having a difficult time remembering to call them "digital."]

video } facts versus romance, you go and call yourself the boss but we're not robots inside a grid

[monosaccharide]

Greetings denizens of Wonderland!

[Bubblegum looks excited today. She has a lab coat on over her pink dress, her hair piled into a bun and out of the way.]

I have made some rather alarming discoveries, and I thought I would share them with you.

[She fiddles with a remote and the picture is replaced with an image, her face shrinking to a smaller box in the corner.]

For those of you from less scientifically advanced worlds, this is a PET scan. It shows activity in the brain. As you can see, I've marked off several areas of note. This subject made an excellent example, as they have experienced unrelated amnesia as well as Wonderland memory loss. You see in "Area A," there's a darker smudge? That is what I'd expect memory loss to look like. This subject's memories have been manipulated rather extensively, so it isn't surprising that the data would be a little... fuzzy.

But the areas marked "B" and "C".... when I first noticed those I thought there might be something wrong with my equipment, but after discussion with the subject and testing my equipment further, I am forced to conclude that my reading is correct.

My subject has lost two memories from the so-called "Wonderland Events" and traded one away to the vendors. She has three dots where there is simply... no data, two smaller, one larger. This should not be possible. It certainly is alarming. Nothing should be able to remove data so thoroughly. Nothing. But if my hypothesis is correct, Wonderland is doing just that.

[She touches her control again, sending the brain scan away, her own image now taking up the entire screen. She smiles sunnily.]

Anyway, I'm happy to share my full report with anyone interested. I'd also welcome anyone willing to volunteer as a subject. The more data we have, the more substantial a theory I can build.

Thank you for your time. I will take any and all questions you may have now.