+ some wonderlands are kind

Vriska's used to her dreams taking her to weird places. Between her dreamself and the dream bubbles, winding up in her past isn't so unusual.

What is unusual is the Terezi who's approaching her now. Not just because Terezi approaching her hasn't happened in a long time; it's also the fact that she isn't blind. Shouldn't that be a thing...?

But then Terezi grinned at her, called her Sister and for all she knew there was something not quite right about this whole thing, Vriska couldn't bring herself to care. As time passed and the vigilante FLARP duo took down another hapless team, as she and Terezi parted only for her to find Kanaya - her Kanaya, one who hadn't broken up with her - and as she took her leave to feed Spidermom once more, Vriska found herself more and more drawn in by the dream.

As the days passed and no sign of change, Vriska began to forget. No, not to forget; she knew there was a way back somewhere. No way would the mansion allow her to escape her misery so easily but that was only if she chose to return. If she stayed here, if she played by the rules of this new world where she wasn't so utterly shunned then perhaps life after death would become bearable again.

She doesn't even appear to notice that as time passes, there seems to be more and more trolls surrounding her, poised to carry out her ultimate fate.

[ooc: Feel free to come and visit Vriska but there's no getting her out - she's doomed to remain here til the bitter end]

The video opens to show Vriska stood on the rooftop, illuminated mostly by the blue pixie-dust that surrounds her. In her hands is the device she was making in the previous video, the one with the domes and the dice, the deadly game she'd planned to just make and ignore until the event had stirred up her vengeful tendencies and pushed her to a point she would never have considered of her own volition. It would have taken so much more than it did for her to have actually hurt John, let alone kill, and she's pissed. Pissed at John and Dave and Terezi and everyone else who seemed to exist just to torment her. Pissed at the mansion for fucking with her head. And most of all pissed at herself for being such an abject failure to her ancestor's blood and symbol.

And so, here she stands, device in hand, the seven pupils of her left eye glowing as she influences each and every dice roll for maximum damage. After the final roll she waits.

And waits, and waits some more before finally facing up to the unwelcome fact that as usual, her doomsday device has failed on her. With a howl of frustration she throws the device away, where it will land and explode away from anywhere it could actually harm anyone, before dropping to her knees.

For a few moments more the feed continues to roll, showing nothing more than a fairy troll with her face in her hands, curled in on herself, before she finally seems to remember that she'd had it switched on and reaches to switch it off without looking up. The astute, however, may note the pale cerulean droplets on the palm of her hand in the seconds before it cuts out.