text, also accepting action

[ssmisery]

[Lapis isn't the kind of person who immediately responds to being trapped in a strange place by posting to its social media. Right now she's had time to acquaint herself with the situation, i.e. freak out, i.e. find a couple helpful pamphlets, poke her head inside the mansion, and then spend some time trying very hard to leave. This is just as well since everyone's already had enough of drowning for a while.

It's only after she's exhausted herself that her attention wanders to the little device waiting patiently for her, as if it knew she'd have to give up. It'd probably look smug if it could. Just in case it might actually be worthwhile somehow she even scans the recent posts, but of course there are no answers she would want. So that's what she's supposed to do, huh? Sit tight, make herself at home, and join in the hopeless little community of fellow prisoners? Lapis almost chucks the thing off the roof; she doesn't want Wonderland's garbage. And yet, here it is.

...Not that much of that matters to the audience. In text, after all, nobody can tell how much lid someone's flipping.]

I know it's too much to hope for, but you're absolutely sure this isn't some kind of personal nightmare I'm having?
It'd be a first considering I don't sleep, but the mirror thing is pretty suspect.
Your ocean is broken, by the way.

[She's sprawled out on the roof if you'd rather stumble upon her in person. Hopefully not literally.]

Comments

[singloversing]

Oh.
That's kind of extreme? Also we all kind of live in there so...
But, uh. Sorry you can't destroy stuff with your giant ocean hand?

[What even is this conversation he's having? Should he be more concerned here? He feels like he probably should be, but he also can't...really tell if she's joking or not.

He really, really hopes she's joking.]

[ssmisery]

Thanks.

["Thanks for being sorry that I can't destroy everything and probably kill people." Sure, why not.]

I don't know what else you'd expect. I don't like being trapped.

[singloversing]

I mean. Maybe...not doing that? Or at least not like killing everybody or whatever.

[Why. Why is he attempting reason here.]

Plus most people can't even do that? Are you magic or something?

[ssmisery]

Kind of.
I'm not saying it would be a good thing. I know it's not.
I just can't promise I wouldn't do it anyway if I could.

[singloversing]

Oh.
Do you usually do that kind of thing? Like, when you can I mean.

[Maybe he should be more scared, but. Well. She said she can't, so...]

[ssmisery]

[This is pointless. Well, it always was, but the pointlessness of this conversation catches up with her all at once and suddenly she's tired of it.]

I'm not going to just accept being here.

[singloversing]

What else can you do though? No one wants to accept being here, but like. I'm not sure what the other options even are at this point?

[Plus he's very...non-confrontational.]

[ssmisery]

I'm pretty sure I made that clear already.
I don't CARE if it's hopeless. That's the point.

[singloversing]

[Wirt bristles on the other end of the line. He's really, really not helping here and he can feel it.]

Oh. Um, sorry. I'm definitely making this worse here an I didn't mean to.
I'll just leave you alone, I guess?

[Great job, Wirt. Way to wirt everything up like always.]