entranceway | text; Ahh, come feel the rain.

[It's been a while, hasn't it, Wonderland. Tom doesn't have the balls to approach the network any way other than text. He doesn't want to show his face. He doesn't even want to do this but it's only fair to post a public warning. This is stupid, asking for trouble, he knows. But. Well. Event.]

This is a public notice.

I've relocated to the 1st floor. I'll try to stay out of your way.

For what it's worth, I'm so sorry. If it were up to me I'd disappear completely, but it's not fair to any of you to be in the clinic.

I've never been a man of words but sorry doesn't even to begin to express what I am. Sick, maybe. Sick and without any way to make amends for it. My future self could have prevented this and I can't pretend to understand why he didn't.

But what I know for sure is that I am not dangerous.

[Tom has relocated to room 025 on the first floor. He will be spending most of his time trying to avoid every living being but if you're after a confrontation or just curious to meet Wonderland's resident nutjob, he's there.]

[[A PRAYER - intercept-able to higher beings or those with telepathy who might hear. Feel free to reply via this post, action, or in his ic contact voice mail. The prayer is made late at night, through heartbreak and torment. Perhaps a last ditch effort from someone who has lost their faith a long time ago.]]

Almighty God, our heavenly Father,
I have sinned against you and against my neighbor in thought and word and deed,
through negligence, through weakness, through my own deliberate fault.
I am truly sorry and repent for all my sins....not that I deserve, o God.
For the sake of your Son- for the people of this world whom I have wronged..hurt. Ruined.
Please forgive me for all that has passed and grant that I may serve in newness of life
to the glory of your name.
Lord, I am not worthy to receive you but only say the word and I shall be healed.

Please. Please.. help me. Please make this go away. Make me go away.
I've done enough damage.

Amen.

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[Ow. Ow. But he can't even fight it because it's so god damn true.]

Thanks.

Don't bother. I'm doing it for her, not you.

[James knows he shouldn't kick him when he's down, but it slips out. Maybe it's just easier with the event going on. ...Or maybe he's pissed off enough that he would have said it anyway.]

[Doesn't really matter, either way. Though Tom isn't exactly sure what to say to that. Or if he should say anything at all for that matter.]

[A good twenty minutes go by, probably long enough for Tom to assume James is going to leave him alone. But then, there's another text:]

I need to ask you something.

[Free country.]

Yeah?

Apparently while we were missing over Christmas, our future selves got in some huge brawl. Do you know anything about that?

[Abrupt topic change! But it's really been bothering James, and maybe Tom's heard something about it that he hasn't. Tom isn't exactly his first choice, but he's not going to be actively seeking him out at any other point.]

No. Sorry. He didn't have much to say to me.

Apparently he was too busy fucking me over to explain his bar fight. I knew we(they?) got in one but nothing past that. Apparently everyone involved was form their time.

For what it's worth, I'm never gonna be that guy. I can't imagine wanting to make myself feel this way. Why would you go through such huge lengths to ruin your own life? I don't get it.

Mine didn't have anything to say to me. I found out about all of it later, and even then no one's wanted to tell me a damn thing.

[Not that that's Tom's fault, but he's there and James is annoyed about all of it, so some of it naturally transfers over.]

Maybe so he could ruin other people's lives? Just a thought. But no, I know. Jo told me he knew about it and I don't get it. And I don't get why no one else bothered to mention it either, even if you weren't going to. I know I would've.

Anyway, I'll believe it when I see it. But if you really mean it then. Good luck, I guess.

[Not the biggest vote of confidence, but it's something.]

That it certainly is.]

I got a note with general bullshit. Be good to yourself. Like he had any fucking right to say anything to me and then pull this.

But I do, you know. I really mean it. I didn't set out to hurt anyone. And I'll do everything in my power to make up for it. If that means disappearing than so be it. I don't deserve more than that.

You don't have to believe me but I genuinely didn't know this would happen. I didn't know I was sick. I thought I was doing okay, you know? Like shit was finally looking up.

At least you got a note.

[He might still be a little bitter.]

And no, I don't believe you, but that's not really the point. Disappearing isn't doing anything about it. Don't get me wrong -- you absolutely deserve to wallow in as much guilt as possible for murdering and/or trying to murder half the mansion. But hiding like a coward and wallowing in self-pity isn't going to change anything. That future everyone else got a glimpse of? That's what's going to happen if we don't do anything. So if you really don't want to become that future version of yourself, then you have to actually do something to keep it from happening. You can't just sit around and cry and expect that to be enough to change it.

So, you say you mean it? You really do? Well. I'll believe it when I can actually see it.

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