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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Yeah, that was me! I'm the Once-ler.

[A few people have recognized him from that, but with the event going on it feels a lot easier to accept that hey, that was a pretty cool idea he had back then.]

But no, uh. I do have some idea. Wonderland sent me home for like four years and...a lot happened. But take my word for it - I get it.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I saw your post asking but didn't get a chance to answer. Your friend isn't here.

So, Once-ler is a title?

No? It's just my name.

[No one ever seems to get that in Wonderland, for whatever reason.]

And...yeah, I've heard. He's definitely not around anymore. Um, thanks anyway though. It was worth a shot, I guess.

Sorry.

But really though. That's your name? For real?

For real. That's actually my name.

What? It's a perfectly normal name where I'm from!

It's just usually when something starts with a "the" it's a title is all.

Parents have a sense of humor?

I don't know, man. My mom's got kind of a weird sense of humor.

[Like trying to crush his hopes and dreams for fun and then saying later (once he had some money coming in) that she was just trying to motivate him all along. He's still not really sure what to make of that, even now.]

I've got some younger brothers though. Twins. Brett and Chet.

Now that just seems unnecessarily confusing.

Yeah, tell me about it! It's pretty hard to tell them apart. They sound alike and both have the same dazed look in their eyes. But, uh. Brett hits harder and Chet can throw farther!

...I think.

You should get them Thing 1 and Thing 2 onsies.

They'd probably keep swapping them just to be jerks.

[It's almost like you can hear the distinct "exasperated older sibling" sigh through the text.]

To be fair I probably would if I had a twin. What do you think.. Dean and I should get some? Adorable, right.

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