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entranceway2014-03-01 04:54 pm
monopolies) wrote in entranceway2014-03-01 04:54 pm
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[ He wakes up and he's back in Wonderland, and all those foggy memories snap into place. They still stick together like pages of a book that's had soda spilled on it, so it's impossible to separate them chronologically after so long away. But the things he remembers are sharp and clear.
Except he notices that Wonderland is sorta fragmented into pieces. He thinks something catastrophic has happened and, now more than ever, he desperately wishes that his friends are somewhere, happy, that they've escaped what's happened here. They can't still be around after so long. Then again, who knows how long it's been with this place?
The last time he was here, he probably would've sat down and spent an hour freaking out somewhere behind a bush. This time he does the exact same thing, except he doesn't feel ashamed or embarrassed about it. Fuck it he is a global economic power he'll do what he wants.
After a while of rocking and shaking behind a tree, he gets up, dusts himself off, and decides to reintroduce himself.
Somehow he's found his phone again, with everything on it and the chipped in the corner. Just the way he'd left it. Maybe he should take this as a sign that he hasn't been away so long, at least in Wonderland time, but he doesn't. Too busy preparing his reintroduction.
Normal people would probably just turn their device on, say their hellos and see who is around and who is new. If you are expecting normal behavior from America I don't know what to tell you. Except "lower your expectations because this asshole is still a crazy motherfucker."
He'd found himself on a lone piece of forest, which is not the ideal location for his reentry. In the distance looms the lone, floating entrance hall. After a few seconds of debating the value of his life, he realizes he's immortal and abandons the last fuck he could possibly give before making a running start to leap to the next floating island. A manic grin and one thought propel him to his destiny:
Do it for the vine. ]
[ Finally everything is set up just the way he wants it. Camera placed just behind the closed doors of the entrance wall, it's propped up to frame the hall in such a way that it looks like just any normal day in Wonderland. The real trick is turning it on at just the right moment. He decides to turn it on from behind so the video doesn't capture his initial appearance. Slipping away as quietly as possible, the video just captures a few silent seconds of the doors.
Which then BURST OPEN IN AN EXPLOSION OF SHRAPNEL AND FIRE. USA USA USA.
The smoke clears and, surprise surprise, guess who's standing at the center with arms cross and cocky grin in place? No Crowley, that's for fucking sure, like he'd be capable of anything this epic. For those who knew him the changes are small and subtle, probably nothing to catch amidst the chaos. A taller stature, unhindered by painful wounds, a face that's still young but no longer burdened by self-consciousness and undercurrents of fear.
In the split-second he opens his mouth, just before he speaks you might be expecting something like YOUR HERO HAS RETURNED. But no. ]
WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY RAPTORS?
[ Good news: he's even more of a selfish shithead than before. Bad news: that was the good news.
God help you all.
and now a million years later do I add an obligatory nsfw warning?? don't read my threads if you value your time and integrity ]
Except he notices that Wonderland is sorta fragmented into pieces. He thinks something catastrophic has happened and, now more than ever, he desperately wishes that his friends are somewhere, happy, that they've escaped what's happened here. They can't still be around after so long. Then again, who knows how long it's been with this place?
The last time he was here, he probably would've sat down and spent an hour freaking out somewhere behind a bush. This time he does the exact same thing, except he doesn't feel ashamed or embarrassed about it. Fuck it he is a global economic power he'll do what he wants.
After a while of rocking and shaking behind a tree, he gets up, dusts himself off, and decides to reintroduce himself.
Somehow he's found his phone again, with everything on it and the chipped in the corner. Just the way he'd left it. Maybe he should take this as a sign that he hasn't been away so long, at least in Wonderland time, but he doesn't. Too busy preparing his reintroduction.
Normal people would probably just turn their device on, say their hellos and see who is around and who is new. If you are expecting normal behavior from America I don't know what to tell you. Except "lower your expectations because this asshole is still a crazy motherfucker."
He'd found himself on a lone piece of forest, which is not the ideal location for his reentry. In the distance looms the lone, floating entrance hall. After a few seconds of debating the value of his life, he realizes he's immortal and abandons the last fuck he could possibly give before making a running start to leap to the next floating island. A manic grin and one thought propel him to his destiny:
Do it for the vine. ]
[ Finally everything is set up just the way he wants it. Camera placed just behind the closed doors of the entrance wall, it's propped up to frame the hall in such a way that it looks like just any normal day in Wonderland. The real trick is turning it on at just the right moment. He decides to turn it on from behind so the video doesn't capture his initial appearance. Slipping away as quietly as possible, the video just captures a few silent seconds of the doors.
Which then BURST OPEN IN AN EXPLOSION OF SHRAPNEL AND FIRE. USA USA USA.
The smoke clears and, surprise surprise, guess who's standing at the center with arms cross and cocky grin in place? No Crowley, that's for fucking sure, like he'd be capable of anything this epic. For those who knew him the changes are small and subtle, probably nothing to catch amidst the chaos. A taller stature, unhindered by painful wounds, a face that's still young but no longer burdened by self-consciousness and undercurrents of fear.
In the split-second he opens his mouth, just before he speaks you might be expecting something like YOUR HERO HAS RETURNED. But no. ]
WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY RAPTORS?
[ Good news: he's even more of a selfish shithead than before. Bad news: that was the good news.
God help you all.
and now a million years later do I add an obligatory nsfw warning?? don't read my threads if you value your time and integrity ]
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All of the above is occurring metaphysically, so while the scene plays out, Johnny talks: ]
What do you mean this isn't the worst? You mentioned having raptors-- is that the worst this place can offer? [ raptors are pretty terrible after all ]
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Bear in mind, I just got back after thirty years and my memories of here got a little muddled when I went back home. Well, thirty years for me, but according to everyone else, it's only been about a week here. Guess time don't exactly line up between here and our homes.
Anyway, naw, my raptors are great! Occasionally stuff gets weird here--related to our memories, as I recall--and I don't remember what they're called, but "cataclysm" seems to be a pretty apt term!
[ Actually he has an inkling that "event" is the common term, but once again he's trying to make "cataclysm" happen. It's not going to happen. ]
When ya start gettin' people with really messed up pasts or from awful worlds, things can get a little grim. Like my friend Daryl? Zombies. Zombies everywhere in his America, so when Wonderland went and snatched his memory, it wasn't too fun. Sometimes it messes with our bodies too. And then there's the guys on the other side of the mirrors...
[ He trails off, staring blankly for a few seconds as though he's just finished putting a mental puzzle together. His Mirror didn't exist in his world in anywhere except his memories and in his head, but even that...
America shakes his head. ]
Probably not the most informed welcome wagon anymore given the circumstances. But know that it can get much, much worse!
[ THUMBS UP!!! He is so cheerful about the inevitable horrors that await. ]
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Even if Johnny could roll with all the ridiculous timeline shit, there are still basic principles of aging to take into account. Basic principles that Johnny wasn't entirely ready to just abandon.
But...
Oh wait, he was saying other shit too. Johnny figures he should stop skeptically staring and should start skeptically listening. Maybe. ]
Hold on a moment-- this is the first I've heard of memory snatching. What?
[ Isn't the Stand Wonderland powerful enough? ]
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America shrugs, waving a hand flippantly like it's just another annoying facet of life, like paying taxes or having a revolution when you're taxed without representation. ]
Yeah, apparently this place like, runs off 'em. Grabs a memory and uses it to make a cataclysm based off it. Maybe it's like a currency? Except-- [ and he remembers this well because he was so mad at the time, so he makes a face while he says it ] --sometimes it'll give you whole new fake ones, but after everything's gone back to normal, you can't buy nothin' with 'em! Not even a sandwich! They're more worthless than a Confederate dollar.
[ After a few seconds ruminating on his inability to get a sandwich using shitty implanted memories (which he actually no longer remembers, so success???), he calms back down with a shrug. ]
Not all of 'em are bad though. There was one really cool one where everyone had amazing abilities and we all lived in a huge city and it was a fight of good versus evil! It was like a dream, one of the best! And then I died but it was worth it.
[ SO EXCITED OVER SUPERHEROES. ]
Oh, and I guess sometimes you'll forget about this place when you go home, go on with life like it never happened. People show up here without any recollection of bein' here before. I must've been one of the lucky ones to still remember.