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entranceway2016-12-27 09:54 pm
radiopalkiller) wrote in entranceway2016-12-27 09:54 pm
[ text ] No more carols to sing
I. ACTION
[ Well, this is Wonderland. This, specifically, is Wonderland's beach, and, more specifically its ocean, which reaches up to Philip's knees. So much for a smooth landing, huh? He lets the icy water lap at his feet for a bit, because it makes a nice change from-- uh, hours? Days? Weeks? It makes a nice change from burning in hell, period.
He wades onto semi-dry land, eventually. So this was... what? An event? Another magical accident from the corner of unsupervised Storybrooke maniacs? Or, third. Christ, third. Neither the water nor the offensively picturesque snow landscape run down his back as coldly as that thought. That he might've actually gone home.
He lets that sink in, and sink down, until it doesn't paralyse him anymore. Then he takes out his phone, and heads back into the mansion. ]
[[ PRIVATE TEXT, TO EVELYN O'CONNELL ]] Hey, can you spare a second? Because I'm a bit weirded out, and not entirely sure what just happened to me. [ He waits. Gets impatient. Types the second part right away: ] Was I gone?
II. TEXT
[ First, he wants to pretend that the last few- days? did not just happen. Second, he picked up the words "sleep deprivation" and "other Wonderland", and still doesn't get the whole picture from the network. Which, all in all, leads to third, a controlled mess in the kitchen, and the following message: ]
Apparently I just blinked and missed Christmas, so I'm stooping to bakery to make up for it.
[ A helpful visual of some crunchy chocolate toffee squares with macadamia nuts comes attached. ]
First three batches ready for pick-up in the kitchen. Fourth batch in the works, I'll trade you for some good stories about the event I missed.
[ Well, this is Wonderland. This, specifically, is Wonderland's beach, and, more specifically its ocean, which reaches up to Philip's knees. So much for a smooth landing, huh? He lets the icy water lap at his feet for a bit, because it makes a nice change from-- uh, hours? Days? Weeks? It makes a nice change from burning in hell, period.
He wades onto semi-dry land, eventually. So this was... what? An event? Another magical accident from the corner of unsupervised Storybrooke maniacs? Or, third. Christ, third. Neither the water nor the offensively picturesque snow landscape run down his back as coldly as that thought. That he might've actually gone home.
He lets that sink in, and sink down, until it doesn't paralyse him anymore. Then he takes out his phone, and heads back into the mansion. ]
[[ PRIVATE TEXT, TO EVELYN O'CONNELL ]] Hey, can you spare a second? Because I'm a bit weirded out, and not entirely sure what just happened to me. [ He waits. Gets impatient. Types the second part right away: ] Was I gone?
II. TEXT
[ First, he wants to pretend that the last few- days? did not just happen. Second, he picked up the words "sleep deprivation" and "other Wonderland", and still doesn't get the whole picture from the network. Which, all in all, leads to third, a controlled mess in the kitchen, and the following message: ]
Apparently I just blinked and missed Christmas, so I'm stooping to bakery to make up for it.
[ A helpful visual of some crunchy chocolate toffee squares with macadamia nuts comes attached. ]
First three batches ready for pick-up in the kitchen. Fourth batch in the works, I'll trade you for some good stories about the event I missed.
action;
Do you think Wonderland dreams?
I mean, do you think that the visits and the dreams are something besides illusions?
[Very concrete illusions, if that's what they are.]
action;
[ Philip frowns. That's-- That's. Huh. ]
I don't. Think so. I know people talk about it as if it's got a mind of its own, and- I don't think it doesn't, that it doesn't at all, but I always thought of it as something more like a machine, rather than something-- that dreams.
[ He scratches his head. ]
I think there's more to the dreams and visits than illusions though, yes. But Christ, don't ask me what it is, because I'm still stuck there.
action;
You're probably right about that, but I don't really know how it's possible. It can't be fully real, because that would ruin a lot of things in our own worlds.
[Hence the question about dreams.]
I think they're just possibilities that it can show us.