voice

[projected]

[When the feed clicks on, there is only a faint static sound with what sounds like the microphone being covered a couple times. From the turn of the sound, one can surmise the device is being moved in the hand of the person who turned on the feed.]

This crude device is quite deceptive. At first it looked like an antiquated smart phone of sort, but inspection shows a different story. I'm a bit more impressed to learn it connects to a network that everyone is on. A means of communication is interesting... I'm curious as to why it even exists actually. Maybe that question is intentionally open-ended?

[He huffs a quiet breath of laughter out, the number of possible answers already sprouting to mind.]

If I'm being honest, I never really liked Alice in Wonderland. I can acknowledge it's historical value, and it's why I read it, but Alice herself was... fake. Designed as the perfect image of childhood innocence. She went around this new world so new to her without fear, wondered by all around her. Any flaw with her was never designed, but created by those who read the story. The world, much like this one, was of far more interest.

...What do you think of Alice though? Was she foolish for being too trusting of Wonderland, or can she be absolved for her curious nature? I think the answer you would pick, even if you don't say it aloud, reveals what kind of person you are.

If you don't want to share your answer that's fine. However I am curious about what kind of people are here. A melting pot of universes isn't exactly commonplace. I do hope this place won't be as tedious as reading Alice's adventures.

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video; Book Club of Doom

[catchacold]

Clearly you didn't follow the instructions while reading.

Eat me. It's not a sober book.

permavoice

[projected]

[Ah... how interesting to see this face here.]

Hah. Probably not, given the allusions to opium use that have been gleamed at in text. Though I was a young man, and not tempted to take any sort of drug or drink alcohol.

[Even if he wanted to now, getting inebriated isn't possible for him anymore. A small downside of his powers.]

[catchacold]

You were a young man and not tempted?

Novel.

[Sticking with the book allusions.]

Then what's your poison now?

voice }

[deathlessness]

I'm sure Alice herself would beg to differ. Though she's been in Wonderland a long time at this point.

[And yes, she does mean the Alice.]

[projected]

Alice doesn't get a say. The readers are the ones who make these determinations. She's just the one the tale follows.

text

[postictal]

it's just a fucking book dude

[Eloquent. But not exactly indicative of Tim's...personal views. He tends to keep those to himself.]

[projected]

Can you honestly say that considering where we are?

[video]

[wriggedywrecked]

Literally who fucking cares.

permavoice

[projected]

[That just gets a small laugh out of him.]

Not you, obviously!

[voice]

[testcase]

I don't think the Alice here would like being called fake.

[She doesn't sound too sure of that though. She's never met the girl.]

I'd like to think she can be forgiven for being curious though. Everybody's curious sometimes.

[projected]

Then she should blame Carroll. No one is so pure.

[And to believe that... well, it can be damaging to the truth.]

But even curiosity has its limits when treading from the possibility in your mind to reality. That is where Alice made her mistakes.

video;

[beatupgrass]

Well, gee whiz. It looks like we got a hardass here.

[he doesn't even know what alice in wonderland is and still thinks this is some bullshit prison, so basically he's being a prick.]

permavoice

[projected]

Well I'm not going to deny that. I'm just interested to start conversation with people here.

[And any information he gets, no matter how small, is valuable right now.]

video;

[powerofmabel]

Hey! Leave Alice alone, you jerk.

permavoice

[projected]

[child please.]

I guess you enjoyed the book.

[thisismadfreaky]

[There's the slightest nudge in the back of his mind as he listens, something vaguely familiar about the flow of the words or the lilt in the voice in a way he can't quite place. But he shakes the thought from his mind because he's probably just being paranoid.]

Little of column A, little of column B? She probably was too trusting of something so new, but kids are that way. Bluntly honest and wildly trusting as long as there's something a little nice to go along with whatever they're doing. And where would the world be without curiosity fueling new ideas? It's the center of learning, after all.

permavoice

[projected]

A fair argument. She was just a normal child, who grew up in an environment that didn't encourage self-preservation. In that case then, her only failure was the inability to fully adapt to the world around her.

Do you think Alice learned her lessons when she woke up from her dream?

[chocolatepudding]

[ This guy says a lot of words when what he needs to say can be condensed into like, three-by-three boxes. It's familiar in a way Dustin can't quite place, so he focuses on the next bit. If he mentions childhood, he's going to get a childhood expert: Dustin Henderson, professional child.

Okay maybe not professional. No one pays him to ride his bike around the halls and help fight Demogorgons. ]

What's the answer say about you if you say yes, and what's it say if you say no? Also, I know she has no eyes here, but she definitely has ears, and she might get really mad if you say that stuff.

permavoice

[projected]

I don't really care how she feels one way or the other. The "Alice" in the books and the "Alice" here may as well be two different people in my opinion. I'm only speaking of her story.

As for the answer... it's a matter of perspective. To rephrase - do you condemn Alice for her actions, or do you think her innocence shouldn't be judged?

voice.

[quickgenius]

If you consider occasionally being re-written into someone else entirely through no choice of your own and with no memory of who you actually are, tedious. Then yes.

That's not including the way the mansion sometimes changes, and the way the closets respond to your will. Still working on figuring out the science of how they work, exactly. But Wonderland doesn't correspond to much science on EITHER Earth I'm familiar with so far.

voice.

[projected]

The science of this world might just be based around its absurdity. Not based in the grounding of more logical worlds, that is.

[Though the last bit she said, "either Earth" piques his interest... he'll keep in mind without pressing on it yet.]

You said the re-writing were occasional, but does that make them temporary as well? If so, then I would call it tedious.

[Because he would be more intimidated if it was a permanent one.]

VOICE.

[accelerate]

[ it's difficult to forget the voice of the person who killed your mother. ]

[ barry's used to thawne speaking through wells' mouth, his voice low, husky, with that familiar tone he sometimes hears in wells from earth-2's smokiness. since meeting the real eobard thawne, he's never been able to forget him. from sight to sound to even how he smells, he's never forgotten that golden blonde hair, the way he stands, the way he even smirks as he talks. ]

[ despite knowing how thawne may sound, he doesn't quite know how he talks. he lacks the years of studying him. but he's met him before, several times, both in central city in his time and once in wonderland. ]

[ he thinks he can hear him. he just wishes he could see him to verify the reason why his entire body's tensed up and he feels the need to shoot straight through wonderland like a bullet to find him. he wears the converse shoes iris had gifted him with. perhaps that's why he remains literally rooted in place. ]

Alice didn't go to Wonderland with any ill intentions. She wound up there by accident. She did what anyone would do and learned about it.

[ unlike someone they both know, who catapulted himself purposefully down a specific rabbit hole. ]

[projected]

[As soon as he hears that voice, it's impossible to not know who the person on the other side is. It's the voice of the man who trapped him in a small cage for three months, locking him away and declaring he would never escape again. The voice of a sad little boy, who doesn't even understand who he is. Who he will become.

If Eobard were a different person, he would pity Barry Allen. Maybe once, long ago, he would have done so despite being the same person. Not anymore. Now all he feels is a rushing loathing, his body stilling and the world around him stopping.

It's only when he feels a pain pressing against his left palm, does he realize he reflexively clenched his hand while listening to the message left. The ring on his finger the culprit. Finally he responds.]

Was it really all that accidental? Her curiosity about the strange hare led her to follow it. If she had ignored it, then nothing would have happened to her. She invited what came to her next by choosing to chase the strange and unknown.

[He doesn't want to say anything to him directly, at least not yet. First he has to evaluate if Barry knows anything about him at his point in time. It should become apparent soon he thinks, as Barry never was very good at hiding his true feelings and intentions.]

voice;

[breacher]

[ The heads up from Barry had been appreciated, so when he finally gets around to Thawne's feed, the voice doesn't take him by surprise. It's not so much the voice though as the cadence, the rhythm, just how damn much Eobard Thawne likes to talk. Idly, he's grateful that at least it's that particular voice and not his own but idly, he knows he's just looking for the silver lining amidst this whole entire dumpster fire.

Harrison leans back and rubs at his forehead for a solid minute. If his eyes could roll back any further, they'd be looking at his head.

Briefly, he debates going text only, maintaining a sort of anonymity. He'd managed it well enough with the last one but then again, it had been extremely necessary. This time around was different. So really, it was more like ripping a band-aid off than anything else. ]

Are you, though? That curious.

voice;

[projected]

[The voice is faintly familiar, and it takes him some time to dig the memory from his mind, but he recalls it after mulling on the message for a few minutes. The man of no importance, hm? He knows a bit better now.]

I'm more curious about the answer than the question itself really. What's your opinion on it?