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♦ Test Drive Meme ♦

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P r o m p t s

I. Welcome to Wonderland! Seconds ago you were surrounded by the things you know, but now you may find yourself standing on a strange beach. And you may find yourself in another part of another world. And you may find yourself within the shadow of a large mansion. And you may find yourself in a beautiful room, with a completely useless introductory brochure. And you may ask yourself: Well... how did I get here? II. Lose yourself to find yourself It's another day in Wonderland, and another event has come around. For its duration everyone has been turned into a stereotypical ghost. Disembodiment, translucency, and all it entails! Have fun moving through objects and walls, because actually touching a door (or interacting with any other physical objects for that matter)? Not going to happen. III. Mirror, Mirror, On The March Aren't you excited? Aren't you thrilled? The Queen of Hearts has chosen you amongst a mere handful, and sent you off to the other side. Whether you infiltrate quietly, or barge in boldly is entirely up to you. Her Majesty has faith in your skill, she knows you will retrieve her treasured Shield from that bothersome Red Queen and her hideous Reals. You will, won't you? You really mustn't disappoint your Queen, or else... OR ELSE. IV. Wildcard Play out your character's arrival. Celebrate their anniversary. Choose a different event to experience. Do anything and everything you like!

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ginny weasley | harry potter

[enoughnerve]

( Anyone that went to Hogwarts quickly became familiar with ghosts. It could be a shock the first time you saw one, although with the ghoul haunting the Burrow Ginny had been a little more familiar when she'd first met one - that and stories from her brothers.

Whilst Hogwarts students quicky became familiar with the existence of ghosts and frequently meeting them the one thing that you didn't expect was suddenly becoming one. Not unless you'd died.

Ginny had only been in the mansion for a few days, and along with meeting many people and finding out where she was she'd been trying to find the portkey back home. She had to assume it was a portkey - it was the only thing that she knew of that could take her from one place to another.

The portkey was her main idea until she woke up that next morning as a ghost. Was this place some kind of afterlife instead? A transition whilst she became a ghost? The strange thing was was that she didn't remember dying, and every Hogwarts ghost seemed to know that )

Are we dead?

( It was an obvious question really. Becoming a ghost tended to mean that you were dead but why here? Would she go back to Hogwarts after, become one of their ghosts? That's where she'd been before coming here - and before becoming a ghost )

Everyone said this place just kept you here, and we're ghosts so obviously we're dead, but did we die here or before coming here?

( She had felt very alive the day before. Or was that just to keep you comforted until you became a ghost? )

( ooc; can be network transmission or in person. canon point is during order of the phoenix. also much voice test so be gentle? )

*o*

[cupboards]

[ It had been weird, when he had first met his parents in wonderland. Really weird. But it's even stranger, running into someone you know, only to realize they're a few years older than you remember them being. Case and point; Ginny.

He knows that Wonderland takes people from different times and worlds, but it's knowing that is different than seeing it. From his point of view, she had just started at hogwarts, but that's obviously not the case any more. ]

I don't think we're actually dead. It's probably just this place. It likes to change things a lot, to mess with everyone.

grant ward | agents of shield | mcu

[ingrantitude]

II

[Ward has been doing everything, everything in his power to avoid the avengers and their S.H.I.E.L.D counterparts. Since arriving here he's been a bit too intent upon avoiding his former (yes. former.) colleagues to pay attention to events.

Maybe he'd been deluding himself. Maybe all of this, the few people he's managed to convince he's not a threat, really was just a dream because he woke up and crossed through the wooden wall when leaving he was seriously thrown off his game.

He's been called a ghost before in kidding. And then in serious. This is not okay. Not by a long shot.

Okay. Take stock. Face facts.

Still in clothing.

No physical pain.

If he was dead...this was not what he expected. Did he expect fire and brimstone? Smoke? I would have died sooner This was what the pamphlets had called "events".

An hour later he's downstairs taking runs at places and sliding through the walls baseball style right up until he stops, by some other ghost's leg.]

Hi.

IV.

[Things that were familiar. The theater wasn't familiar. They were only there for a week, maybe two. Nothing was familiar to him anymore but that might have been the pain. His side was on fire. His muscles felt ripped in two, bruised and bleeding.

Going from that to an entrance way like this. I've got to get out of here.

He's probably the only arrival who's ever tried to get away from the pamphlets, from people, dragging his way out the door. 33 had abandoned him (fine. Expected. She could rot in hell. They all could.) His mind ripped itself to pieces and sewed itself back together. Get out, get away, get safe.

Really that's all he has left. Still he might make a spectacle of himself, trying to hobble his way to his feet and out the door.

No getting stuck.]

IV

[possiblymad]

I believe you're headed in the wrong direction. The medical facility is the other way. Unless of course your aim is a relaxing swim. In which case, do proceed.

[There's a casual hint of boredom to the sarcastic tone of the voice that seems to greet him from out of nowhere. He is ever so helpful.]

Margot Verger | Hannibal

[fratricidal_tendencies]

I. Welcome to Wonderland

[ Margot is no stranger to mansions and ostentation. Let's look at the monstrosity she lives in her own time and place, shall we? But there was something unshakeably other about this. On the wall immediately in front of her there hangs a large mirror in an ornate frame. She walks up to it and presses a hand against the glass, a childish gesture that she immediately regrets. Quickly, she turns away from her own reflection. She has never been overfond of looking at herself, and her growing collection of scars doesn't help. Instead she occupies herself with the astonishingly useless brochure. She reads it thoroughly, but it answers none of her questions. Still, it is the one thing aside from her own clothing that she possesses at the moment, so she holds it tightly. Surely, even if the contents of the brochure are, as they must be, a cruel joke, there are other people here. So she steps out into the hallway. She clears her throat and speaks calmly.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

[ This simply must be some joke of Mason's manufacturing. It is cruel enough, and elaborate, to boot. ]

III. Mirror, Mirror, on the March

[ Whereas in her own 'verse, Margot is a victim of her brother's cruelty, here in this reality, Mirror Margot is the abusive one. She has gained the Queen's favor, for now at least, by using her skills in manipulation and persuasion into tricking the captured Reals into divulging seemingly harmless nuggets of information. And now she is ready to put what she has gleaned to good use. It is a great honor to be chosen to carry out the Queen's wishes, and Margot is a loyal soldier. She will choose the subtle approach, slipping through a mirror to the Real side. But if you know Real Margot, Mirror Margot will give herself away eventually, likely in some small way. She may not speak to you directly, initially, but she will be watching you. All of you. ]

I

[ingrantitude]

[Ward has pulled himself to his feet, hours ago. Gone through the pamphlets, committed most of it to memory. Now he's trying to ascertain just how much of this place is a threat. He doesn't make a particularly impressive figure, hobbling out of the darkness.]

I can.

[That's probably not the best thing.]

Don't know if there's anyone else here yet though. [He shrugs his shoulders, smiling tightly.]

[guestlectures]

Hello? [Coming down the corridor is a woman with a dog on a leash. She sees a new face holding a brochure and makes the assumption.]

Hi, did you just arrive here?

[avoirfaim]

[ The video Hannibal sends is private. Not for his sake but hers. She is his patient after all, and to give her a sense of security keeps her leaning against him as a support.

(everything is for his sake in the end.) ]

I can hear you Margot, though I'm sorry to see you here as well.

Mason Verger | Hannibal

[onelittlepiggy]

I.
[It's a nice room, but it's not his room. It's not any room he recognizes, and he can't quite remember how he got here, and that's troubling.

So is the brochure. The completely ridiculous brochure that makes him think this whole thing must be a bad joke.

Wonderland? Really? It's preposterous.

And that thing about the mirrors? Ridiculous.

He's certainly not peering intently into the mirror now, searching for any hint that it might be true. Nope. Certainly not.

He's just looking. Casually. Checking his hair maybe.

Right.]

[guestlectures]

[Alana has to hide a smile when she finds someone apparently preening themselves in a mirror. She's on her way back to her room from the library, her arms full of books.]

Mirrors aren't always what they seem here. I wouldn't look too long, if I were you.

Kira Yukimura | Teen Wolf

[electricfox]

[ Well...this was weird. A lot of strange crazy things had happened since she moved to Beacon Hills but waking up inside some weird mansion with a brochure welcoming her to Wonderland? That had to be a first.

The only thing she could think to do was pick up the phone that was so conveniently in her pocket and see if there was anyone here that she knew, or that could help. ]

Ok, I hope this works. [She squints at the screen and then smiles. ] Hi Wonderland? Uh, I'm sure you get this all the time but...anyone want to explain what exactly is going on?

[lost_labonair]

[ Hayley normally ignores most of the network calls for help from new arrivals - there are other people who make a habit of answering them and ones who have been here a lot longer and know a lot more about this place than she does. She would have missed this one too if she hadn't been stepping out of the kitchen in time to see the unfamiliar girl make the video post. It's a lot harder to ignore that way. Especially when her senses pick up something a little... off about her. Not that she can put a finger on what.

Still, it's enough to prod at her curiosity and have her moving closer. ]

New arrival, huh?

[ Oops, she probably should have... warned the girl she was approaching from behind. ]

Ash ↴ Supernatural

[coolwithit]

[This is not where Ash had been trying to go.

Nevermind the fact that he hadn't been trying to go anywhere specific and had, in essence, been trying to cheat the system, sort of like a metaphysical version of wallhacking. There are Heavens he's still trying very hard to find, and he'd been attempting to cut to the chase. But this... really doesn't fit any of them. Not unless someone had had a Song of the South fetish that they'd been trying really hard to bury.

He's out of chalk, as he gets to his feet, and he can't even see the damn door he'd come out of, but at least the Holy Hitting Squad hasn't found him. They're probably getting sick of him running around, but damned if they can't catch him. Maybe nobody with enough juice is paying attention, but Ash will take it. This, though? The mansion, and the grounds he's standing on? He's not really sure about this.]

Aw, hell. Please tell me this isn't some kinda southern Civil War gig. Wasn't on my bucket list to sip a mint julep with Stonewall Jackson...

YOOOOOO

[ofletters]

[ This isn't where anyone tries to go, Ash. Luckily, or unluckily, depending on who you ask, there are dozens of other people wandering the same halls of Wonderland as the long-deceased techie. Sam Winchester is one of them, jogging by with two dogs in tow and looking a Hell of a lot older than when Ash last saw him. In fact, it's been almost eight years since their last meeting, and though he's seen a lot of other "dead people" since coming to the mansion, this one really takes him by surprise. Sam actually stumbles, eyes wide and totally floored as the two puppies skid to a halt ahead of him. ]

Ash?

metatron | spn | end of s9 pre 10.

[essayist]

[Metatron looks around, noting a distinct lack of people and stunned by the actual fact he's somewhere that isn't Heaven right now. He knows he's not on his own, not when he's been given a device to use. But the angel is loathe to use the device's video or voice functions straight away. He doesn't know who's around, and as much as Metatron doubts it, it would be just his luck that the Winchesters and their friends would be hanging about. That just seemed to be the way it was going, bad luck all around. Rotten luck. Metatron sighs again, already tapping letters in on the device. He's going to play the game again, going for the pitiful act and using an alias. It's the safest route for now as he figures out what to do next, tries to suss out where he even went wrong to begin with. What was it with angels anyway? Metatron knows deep down considering he is one, but he still can't help but ask himself that. He'd given them everything, and in return they'd just toppled him. No wonder the last God had skipped out of Heaven, and Metatron knows it would have been an even rougher ride for himself if the archangels had still been around. That poor previous God, Metatron could sympathize with the guy by this point. Angels were sheep, they needed orders or they stagnated and became destructive. It just so happened they didn't like hearing that truth after spending some time on Earth, and Metatron frowns slightly, tapping in a few more words. He should have just left them all on Earth and stayed in Heaven on his own. It would have been boring, there were only so many books to read, but he would have had his own peace of mind.

Looking after angels was like trying to herd cats. Metatron shrugs to himself, subconsciously shuffling awkwardly on the spot. His vessel Marv is always going to be perfect for the pitiful act, anyone nearby just seeing a confused looking middle-aged man, bundled up in a coat with a perpetually put out look on his face. Metatron knows that works in his favor, but for how long is a different matter. For now he's going to stay put, watching his tablet to see who replies to it. Prudent, smart, it's good thinking to use text. Metatron feels like he should be patting himself on the back for his quick thinking- how many people just panic and use the video or voice functions, giving themselves away? If he was a betting angel? Metatron would say lots.]

[ofletters]

[ Metatron is unfortunate in that it is just his luck and "the Winchesters and their friends" are, in fact, present in Wonderland. Not only that, but scores of their enemies are there, too: beings who are (in Sam's mind, anyway) more powerful and more dangerous than God's former scribe and the usurper of Heaven.

Than the guy who'd stolen Cas' Grace, who'd murdered Dean... or, at least, who'd killed him most recently.

The younger Winchester recognizes Metatron's stolen mug immediately, expression clouding over immediately. Drawn to the inevitable confrontation like a magnet, Sam makes a beeline for the stout angel with a glare ready to go. ]

Metatron. [ Ugh, and he'd thought he'd seen it all. Lucifer, Michael, Ruby, Azazel, Lilith, even Dick-freaking-Roman... and now, this guy. ] Figures you'd get drudged up from whatever sewer you've been living in.

[hypocritically]

( ii )

[Being a ghost isn't anything new. The Other Side has already taught her this much. She moves silently, though it seems here that she can affect more than she's used to-- that others can actually see her, even if she's mostly translucent. It's better than what she's had before, to watch her children continue to manifest as monsters.

It is hard to not wish for more, to remember the reasons why she casted that spell so long ago. But the magic has been tainted, ruining her children along with it. It's too hard to admit what she's done, only wishing the best for them. But here at least it's different.

Here she can interact, maybe guide them. She floats through rooms, standing back. Esther is still as quiet as ever, used to looking in on others lives.]

[malefice]

[ Kol doesn't expect to see his mother, as far as he knew she'd ditched him here with his siblings. What plan it would serve? That he was unsure of, but he hadn't hesitated to begin shit stirring the moment he realised her missing presence.

So, of course the witch pales when he looks up from his mortar and pestle to see his mother in the mirror. It's not the mother he had seen not too long ago, no, this was the actual vision of his true mother - as... a ghost? ]

The bloody hell?!

[ Tools abandoned with haste as he turns to face the eerie vision of his mother, hands pressing firmly against the surface he had been mixing on, lower back pressed just as firm against it. ]

Mother?

[ She hardly dignified any definition of the word. ]

When did - what happened to the Harvest Girl?

august w. booth | once upon a time

[stiffs]

I. w e l c o m e

[ The last thing that August remembers is pain. He remembers being unable to move any joint in his body and his vision clouding over and shutting down. He woke up gasping for breath, like he had died on the table before coming back.

He's not someone who really believes in heaven, even with everything he knows to be true, but when he found himself in a under a tree inside a hedge maze, he thought maybe he actually had died.

It isn't long after he got up, looked at his completely human hands, felt his human knees without a creak or ache present, and found his way out of the hedge maze that he came to the conclusion that he was probably in some other world. How? That he's not sure. The imagination runs rampant and the possibilities flourish, but anything at all can be imagined. Reality has proven more tricky than just wishing for perceived truths to be become real ones, he learned that one the hard way. He found his way to the mansion, easily enough, and should anyone find him he'll be sneaking around, getting the lay of the land with every hope of blending in. Play it casual, Pinocchio, you got this. ]

iii. M I R R O R , M I R R O R

[ August would be terrified to know how similar he is to his mirror. They are so close in image, all that really differs, all that makes him his opposite, is that he feels no guilt. Mirror August has moved on from what he did and did not do. If anyone wants him he'll be sitting at the bar, drinking and making passes at, well, anyone he finds attractive. Don't stop lying, August, don't ever stop lying. ]

WELCOME

[belovedson]

[For all the things Neal's had to get used to since he's been in Wonderland? Blasts from his past aren't exactly one of them. Mary Margaret had been from a time before his, but they hadn't exactly talked all that much either here or at home. But August? August is a hell of a different story, a person who had given Neal all the right reasons to make the biggest mistake of his life. They'd only run into each other a few times too, but they'd had a hell of an impact on him.

So when he sees the full-grown, fully human version skulking about, there's no way Neal's not going to stop and stare. Last he remembers August had been turned into a kid about Henry's age, and before that? He'd been wooden and dying, thanks to Neal's evil fiancee.

Huh. Maybe this is what everyone else has felt like when they run into him for the fist time.]

August? [Less focus on the role reversal, more on trying to help August figure out what's going on. He's got that totally lost and confused look happening, one Neal recognizes from running into people when they first show up in Wonderland.] Hey, man. You okay?

Reba McClane | Red Dragon

[clothedinsun]

i.

[ The thing about being magically zapped into a new place is that, in order to realize that something entirely out of the ordinary has happened, you generally have to be able to see your surroundings.

For a moment, after locking her door upon finishing that pleasant but dull date with Ralph Mandy, she thinks she's had a stroke. The sound of her dehumidifier and Ralph's footsteps leaving her porch stop suddenly, replaced by silence. The atmosphere is suddenly less stuffy than St. Louis in the summer, and the smell. She can't place it--something similar to dust and rose petals, and definitely not her desperately-in-need-of-a-shampoo carpet. It's all so sudden that her breath catches, and a hand shoots out--

There is definitely not a wall there, in her house.

What the hell is going on? ]

Hello? Is anyone there? Christ, am I dead?

[ Hell of a question to ask, Reba. ]

Ichabod Crane | Sleepy Hollow

[ughskinnyjeans]

[ At first all the video captures is a forehead. Eventually eyebrows come into view as well as his eyes. Finally the bridge of his nose and then it's all of Ichabod's face. Confused and perplexed at what seems to be the cause of all this.

For once it's not the technology that perplexes Ichabod, but the manner in which he was abducted. He has no recollection of being taken and yet--here he is. Intact and thoroughly peeved as to why someone would choose now to snatch him up. His immediate thought is Henry, but taking him right as he discovered the sword would serve no purpose. The sword was most likely with Abbie now. This doesn't appear to be the handiwork of his son or even Abraham. The man was far too crude and blunt to accomplish something like this. This took finesse and time. Magic.

He took shelter in the mansion before him and even scanned the literature left out for him. Wonderland. He's never heard of such a place. Perhaps it's some extension of Purgatory. That would make the most logical sense. Then again very little has made sense for Ichabod as of late. His whole world thrown off caliber.

The device is actually quite familiar. It resembles that of a smart phone. A device Abbie and countless others have taught him to use. It lacks the applications his previous one had. He will forever miss that weather app Abbie put in. He will not miss that mechanical voice that offered no soothing words. She would always be inferior to Yolanda in his eyes. She was much better at listening to one drown their sorrows. ]

Is this--ah yes. It seems to be working indeed. [ He clears his throat and holds his head up high. ] My name is Ichabod Crane. I have come to the conclusion that I no longer reside in Sleepy Hollow. It seems I've been spirited away elsewhere. Wonderland. [ What a silly name. ] I am looking for a woman. A very specific woman. You can address her as Leftenant Abigail Mills. Perhaps simply Abbie. She is--[ He holds up his hand next to him to indicate how tall she is. ]--ye tall. Dark hair. Dark skin. Quite possibly--actually more than likely incredibly irritated by the situation. If you happen to come across please attempt to reach me on my device. We're needed elsewhere and it is not here. Sincerely, Ichabod Crane.

[ He smiles one last time before his feed goes out. ]

[ingrantitude]

[Ichabod Crane.

Ichabod Crane the guy's name is Ichabod Crane.

Ward can't let this pass up it's got to be a joke of the highest caliber so he makes sure to triple lock his post and respond with a cheeky grin.] howdy Ichabod I'm Rip Van Winkle. Wish I could help.

Haven't quite seen your friend Abbie though. You just arrive?

liv parker ( the vampire diaries )

[reduco]

( Great. She was kidnapped, it was dark and her psychotic brother was on the loose. Full of magic. And no, she wasn't missing the idea that this could be her brother doing this. The whole thing was entirely creepy and it didn't help that there weren't any sounds that Liv could hear )

Hello?

( She walked a little further down the hall, listening more than looking given how hard it was to see. She hadn't yet been able to find anything like a light switch - or a candle. Either of those things would be nice )

Luke?

( If Kai was going to kill her it would make more sense if Luke was there too. Same with if their dad had managed to get them and take them home. There weren't any better options that she could think of )

Georgia Mason | Newsflesh Trilogy

[choosetruth]

[George is not happy. She's read through the pamphlet and as much as she can from the network. She can't decide what annoys her more: the fact that she's been kidnapped to a pre-rising children's book, or the fact that clearly not one of these people has anything like a journalist's license. It isn't news. It's barely even opinion. It's just people shouting over each other, barely worth her time. But there's not anything else she can use to figure out what's going on, so she sifts through and takes from it what she can.

Feeling properly armed with knowledge, she gets up and leaves the room she's been holing up in. She has two missions now. The first one is to find Shaun. She'll feel better with him by her side, and together they can figure this out, like they've figured out so many other stories. On the off chance he hasn't been abducted with her... god help anyone who got in his way trying to get to her. Either way, she was sure they wouldn't be apart for long.

Her other mission is the one she chases more actively, and it's what she does best. She gets the news. Which means, in this case, accosting anyone she comes across for an interview. As always, she has several handfuls of recording devices hidden on her, and she has them all going. Can't have too many back-ups.]

Excuse me! Georgia Mason, After the End Times. Mind if I ask you a few questions?

[She will say one thing for this place: there don't seem to be any zombies. That's new.]

BILL CIPHER || GRAVITY FALLS

[improvident]

ЩӨЩ! YӨЦ KПӨЩ, I'VΣ ƧΣΣП ƧӨMΣ PΛЯΛᄂᄂΣᄂ ЦПIVΣЯƧΣƧ IП MY ƬIMΣ, BЦƬ ƬΉIƧ ӨПΣ IƧ ΉIGΉ-ƧƬYᄂΣ.

[Vanishing in and out of planes of existence is kind of his thing, you understand, and the bright yellow Dorito pyramid that floats over the fountain in the Wonderland garden appraises his surroundings with a critical eye.

Which is his only eye, so, the narration supposes it is a particularly focused critique.]

Щ Ө П D Σ Я ᄂ Λ П D, ΉЦΉ?

[The brochure floating in front of him bursts into flames.]

ᄃΛП'Ƭ ƧΛY I ΣПJӨY BΣIПG- [For a little over a second he turns bright red, the obnoxious rasp a booming fury:] IПᄃΛЯᄃΣЯΛƬΣD [Aaaaand yellow again.] BЦƬ I'VΣ ΉΛD ЩӨЯƧΣ.

[singloversing]

[That's...that's a Dorito. A Dorito in a top hat. And a bow tie. With limbs. And flames.

Wirt stares for a while, not sure how to process this nacho-flavored floating nightmare. All instincts are screaming that he should probably leave it alone forever and pretend he never saw it, and really he wants to do that. But, he has to ask.]

...What are you?

[Because he's seen some pretty weird things, but floating Dorito is definitely up near the top of his Weirdest Things list, fighting for the top spot with skeleton pumpkins.]

The Nogitsune | Teen Wolf (least it isn't Hannibalet)

[mygame]

[Option 1]

Some might ask themselves how they got there but when the person in question had been a fly trapped inside a box held by werewolves who liked to shake or do worse to said box (and captive), the person might just be considering this an upgrade. A very big upgrade to be exact.

A glance in the mirror told the Nogitsune all it needed to know. Being trapped in its copy of Stiles' body wasn't particularly bad. The fact that it couldn't switch out was. A look over the brochure provided did explain some of the oddness, the creature casting a glance at the mirror. What would its polar opposite be? Stiles? No. Perhaps something that was more human and vicious? That sounded more right to the Nogitsune. A being less concerned with the game and more with silly human pursuits like power or money.

It gave no further thought to the mirror as it slipped out the door. Another 'it' could be dealt with when and if it had to. Let it watch. The Nogitsune did its best work with an audience that tried to watch closely.

Those who didn't know Stiles well might mistake it for him. Those that did? Not so much. The Nogitsune moved with an easy purposeful way, nothing hurrying it or spinning its action into a rush. The too pale skin and dark shadows around its eyes that spoke of a terminal illness might put others off. If anyone glanced at it oddly, the Nogitsune paid only a small amount of attention to that.

Right now, it wanted the lay of the land and then who was here.

IV Herschel Greene - TWD

[spaghettituesdays]

The last thing he remembers is dying - a sharp shock of pain and the visage of the Governor over him as his world gradually faded into nothing.

I forgive you.

Rick, look after my family.

He'd had his own sons, his own daughters - but since the fall Herschel had found a larger family. Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Michonne.

Rick would keep them alive. Keep them safe.

So the last thing he expected was to open his eyes a second time.

omg i am so sorry i only just saw this

[thesamurai]

Hershel died right next to her. By her blade in the hands of a man she'd promised to kill. She should have, back at Woodbury, she should have used the glass on his throat, taken him out right then. But she hadn't. And then Andrea was dead.

She went out every day, wanted to find him, needed to be the one to run her sword through him, but then he'd found her instead and she'd had to watch as he took her sword and killed a mann who'd talked to her quietly on the days she was at the prison, made her laugh, had unwavering hope in things.

Then she'd been the one to run her sword through Herhsel's head. He didn't deserve to be that, he shouldn't have been that, and it was doing it that almost drained everything in her, every fight, every want to try and make it another day.

When she turns a corner in the mansion to go to find something to eat she stops, dead in her tracks to see him, just there, and she knows it's him, not just a person who looks like him because of his clothes, his eyes. Her chin shakes and she can't move, can't breathe, hands limp at her side.

minerva mcgonagall ( harry potter )

[catrims]

scenario one.

( If you're walking down one of the many corridors of the mansion on that fine morning you may happen to come across a tabby cat that is slowly making their way down the hall. That's not really an unusual sight, is it? There may be few cats in Wonderland but somehow animals do appear from time to time.

It may not look unusual on your first glance but when you look again you may be a little taken back. Every so often the cat stops as it walks, looking up at some doors as it passes. But the cat isn't just looking but it appears to be reading the name on the door.

It can't be reading the door, it's just a cat. Although if you keep watching you may find that after the cat starts walking again it stops at another door and reads the name again. Is it just looking up at the doors randomly or, if it is reading them, is it looking for someone in particular?

But then again cats can't read, can they? )

scenario two.

( If you happen to be passing through the kitchen later on in that day you may noticed a cat sitting up on one of the counters. It would have taken to one of the stools in the kitchen instead but the stool didn't have a pamphlet near it.

The 'Welcome to Wonderland' pamphlet. The pamphlet that the cat has managed to open up and now appears to be reading. Reading intently, judging by the fact that it hasn't taken any notice of anyone else entering the room )

Scenario Two

[pottershotter]

[Earlier today, James had walked right by her without even thinking about it. He'd had no reason to look closely at markings and animals do turn up now and then from the closets, so he just left it alone and kept walking. After four years of not seeing a single professor in Wonderland, he's not exactly expecting McGonagall to just turn up out of the blue. The thought doesn't even cross his mind.

However, when he ventures to the kitchen a few hours later and finds the cat sitting on the counter actually reading the new arrivals pamphlet, he's forced to re-evaluate that assumption. Whatever food he had been planning on making is entirely forgotten as he stares at the cat.

He knows those eye markings.]

...Professor?

[Forgive him if he sounds a bit shocked.]

Hermione Granger | Harry Potter

[soveryclever]

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Er, um. I think I've got this right...

[ Hermione's face hesitantly edges onto the screen. She looks a bit self-conscious, seeing as she's not terribly used to being on camera. That, and devices like the ones she's using now aren't exactly commonplace for her. She thinks she's managing rather well, in any case.

With a few pats of her hair and a light clearing of her throat, she gets on with what she needs to say. ]

I'm afraid to say this brochure hasn't helped me at all. I mean, I suppose I've had to deal with stranger things, but I never honestly thought I'd find myself stuck in, well. Wonderland. [ She pauses as if someone's going to jump out and tell her it's all not real. Anyone? Anyone? Okay, maybe not. ] I'm not really sure what to make of it all.

[ ...Really, she'd love for this to be one of those prank programs. She wouldn't get mad! Honest!

She sighs softly. Probably best to start giving up on that hope now. ]

Could someone at least let me know if someone named Harry Potter is here? Or Ron Weasley? [ A touch of her usual bossiness comes through in the next sentence: ] It's very important that I know if they're here or not, so please respond as soon as possible. Thank you.

[ With that, she shuts off the feed. ]


IV

[ Hermione sat in the mansion's library doing what she did best: learning. She was surrounded by a pile of books, her nose nearly pressed into the one she was perusing now. It made her feel like she was doing something useful, anyway, trying to read up on everything she possibly could. How else would she be able to maintain her status as a human encyclopedia?

She makes a thoughtful noise at the paragraph she's just finished reading, then turns the page. It's going to be hard to pull her away from this book, no doubt about it. In fact, she's quite lost track of time, hardly realizing how late it is. Really, she should be getting to bed soon.

...Good luck trying to convince her of that. ]

((ooc: plot point is mid Half-Blood Prince! ))

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[ Remus is only midway through the fourth of that witch Rowling's books, but he's hard enough along that a girl with bushy hair asking about Harry Potter and Ron Weasley rings a bell for him. ]

If you're asking about those two, that must make you Hermione Granger.

[ He isn't foolish enough to think she'll recognize him when she's never met him as he is now, but if she's in disbelief at being in Wonderland, he's not about to spring "I'm your third year teacher and I know you from a series of books from the future just yet. ]

The Outsider | Dishonored

[cetea]

I.

[ well.

that is new.

the Outsider wasn't sure it was possible for him to be washed up anywhere, in any place whatsoever. to lose awareness of himself and his surroundings isn't exactly normal for the closest thing to a god that has ever existed in his world. and yet here he is, rising from salt and sand, feeling himself smile at the novelty of it.

any residents of wonderland within earshot may hear whales just off the coast, but none can be seen actually breaking the surface.

he will stay at the beach for a while, leaving footprints like a human might while he feels out what limitations this place has placed upon him, and his connection to the Void. also just watching the sea, honestly. it's different from home. he will eventually wander into the mansion, still dripping seawater and leaving footprints on floorboards and carpets, looking around with calm curiosity. ... and entirely black eyes, but nobody has ever found that alarming, right?

anyone who might be able to can easily sense a great deal of power from this "young man", but anybody with eyes can see the way shadows behave oddly around him. one does not easily contain a god, after all. ]

sterling archer | archer

[phrasings]

[ The device flips on by itself. It's not Archer that controls it. It's seated on a deck chair by the pool facing Archer's deck chair. Archer is no longer passed out and the robe he's in is open revealing him in just obscenely tight swim trunks. He's got a pair of sunglasses on despite being indoors. He looks like he's struggling to function. ]

Are you fucking kidding me?

[ Not the first time he's blacked out and woken up in a deck chair with a glass of Glengoolie Black and very little clothing. His hair is a wreck and after running a hand through it he's pretty sure three gummy bears just fell onto the ground. ]

Lana. Lana. Lana. LANA! LANAAAAAAAA! [ Archer stops screaming her name after two full minutes. He takes a breath and then takes a sip of his Scotch. A sip turns into sucking the rest of the contents of his glass down though. He reaches to put the glass on the ground next to his deck chair and nudges into a bottle of Glengoolie Black. Or what he assumes is. He grabs it by the neck and climbs to his feet. ] Oh this is just perfect. Mother is gonna love this. Pam! Pam, so help me God if you drugged me again--

[ It another four minutes for Archer to notice the device. He reaches out to grab it and lifts up close to his face. He pushes his sunglasses up onto his forehead and peers at it. ]

Krieger, this stopped being funny the first three times! Where the hell am I and why are my balls numb? What'd you do to me? [ He takes a swig from the bottle. ] Where're my pants, you idiot?

[meatsack]

[It's only when she's particularly bored that Meg skims through the new arrivals. She's lounging on the chaise in her room when she comes across this particular entry and she just has to laugh. Who the fuck is this guy?]

Your friends sound like a friggin' blast. [She smirks and tucks one knee up underneath her chin] And you're in Wonderland, but that probably isn't their fault.