[Advance triggering content warning: Wash's past is a bit messed up. It's canon that Epsilon terminated itself in Wash's head. This refers to that event in the past tense vaguely, as it's an older form of what the inside of Wash's mind looks like.]

( Really, read the warning. )

[OOC: Also, if I don't immediately respond? It's probably the pain meds and muscle relaxers being a pain and making me flighty. Or knocking me out completely.]

( Waking up... )

[ Later » Public » Vine ]

[ After learning of the general nature of the place, Excellen feels a bit more confident, knowing others are here and there is no imminent danger. Shortly after her first use of the Vine, she pops onto the Mirrors once again, still in that white nightgown. ]

Hellooo, ladies and...well, more ladies, I suppose. I feel like I'm on TV! Allow me to introduce myself. I am Excellen Browning, but please feel free to refer to me as 'Excel', 'Sis', or 'Hot Stuff'. My interests include parties, long walks on the beach, and moonlit dinners.

Anyone friends with Sweeth--oh, with Alfimi is friends with me. We're a package deal! Aren't you lucky♥

So, don't be afraid to say hello. I promise I won't bite! After all, us bunnies need to stick together.

[ OoC: For the sake of simplicity, Alfimi's thread will be first chronologically. She'll be informing Excellen of all the standard first arrival stuff, but feel free to respond to either prompt. Also, to clarify: this isn't being forward/post-dated and will be taking place during the event.]

( OOC CUT FOR TRIGGERS; SELF-HARM )

[video]

[The video feed turns on to show Daniella sitting, blank as ever. Normally, she hates using the mirrors, given how they never fail to reflect back her own imperfect existence, but there's something of a necessity this time. She peels one of the dreamwalk-causing carnations off the Vine and holds it up to the mirror; her fingers are still in horrible shape.]

...this is a curious kind of flower, isn't it....? [Not that she knows what it really does, is responsible for.] I am only familiar with....mandragoras, myself. [...] I had a garden of them....back at the castle I lived in. I suppose...I miss them, now.