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Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV

[sergeantnospecs]

[Network - Voice]

[His first day in this place had been, unsurprisingly, rather headache inducing. He had a very vague idea of what this place was and what was going on but it was going to require a lot more digging for Ignis to fully grasp it all.

Until then..]

Is it true that this place tends to change on a whim? Or is it safe to assume that if I find my way to my room I'll be able to find it again without issue.

[He has a feeling he knows the answer but, just in case.]


[Action - The Kitchen]

[Everyone relax. Ignis had found the kitchen.

Not that anyone here would really understand just how nice of a thing this was for the young man but if the smells coming out of the kitchen were any indication, it would turn into a good thing for everyone.

He had expected to find some of the ingredients that he did when he finally managed to find his way to the kitchen but lo and behold things he as familiar with had been tucked away in some of the cupboards. Various ingredients were gathered and once he had everything he set to work on making the pastries he had worked for so long to perfect. Perhaps it was homesickness that had him preparing this particular dish but whatever the case, it helped Ignis lose himself for a bit...

And ignore everything else going on. Gods was this place frustratingly hard to figure out.]

[action]

[jivitadana]

[Minato once in a while stopped by the kitchen. Most of the time he had spent if had had anything to do with food was in the Diner since he helped work there, or then in the dining room or a tearoom since those responded to thoughts, like wishes being granted on some small scale.

But the kitchen it is today, and Minato thought that it wasn't a bad idea then, considering what was going on in there. Pastries were awesome.]

Did you need help?

[It didn't look like it, but he thought to ask anyway.]

Superboy/Kon-El | DC preboot

[cloned]

Roof

[Kon spends a lot of time up high. He can, after all, so why wouldn't he? Today, he can be found sitting on the roof, staring upwards. It's not long before he takes off, flying higher and higher and higher and....

eventually notices he really isn't getting higher. It's like flying on a treadmill. He stays up for a moment, looking around Wonderland from above, before slowly going back to land on the roof. Well, it was worth a try.]

Network/Action

There's a beach! [Kon's grinning, shirtless with sunglasses as stands in front of the water. The day is sunny and beautiful, and Kon hasn't lived by a beach since he lived in Hawaii.] Why the hell aren't people swimming all the time? This is great!

[He plants the phone on a chair, making sure it has a clear view of the ocean before taking a running start. He whoops as he jumps up... and up... and up... flying until he's high enough to get an epic cannonball going. He emerges, grinning, and shouts:]

SUDDEN CRAZY BEACH PARTY. GET DOWN HERE NOW!

Mirror

[Conner Luthor adjusts his tie as he walks through Wonderland. He doesn't disguise himself as his Real. His dad would never forgive him for wearing the S without really good reason, and anyway, that's not how the Luthors do things. He's not Superboy. And if he were a superhero, which he would never admit, he certainly wouldn't wear that symbol. He'd be way smarter about it.

His motivations for being on the Real side today are to gather information. For his Queen, of course, but also for himself. Information is power, almost as much as money is. And observing can only get you so much. Talking to people, winning them to your side... that's where you can really win. If there's anything his dad has taught him, it's that you can only punch so many problems away. Luckily, his dad has also taught him how to be good at solving those other problems. Even with money not being a factor, he's pretty sure he can do well here.]

Mirror

[mrsarcastic003]

[Tim almost--almost--doesn't give the young man a second look. He notices him, of course, but immediately classifies him as "young man in suit who I don't know," and starts to walk by, then stops when he registers the actual face.

It's Kon.

Sure, he's not dressed in the costume, and he looks a bit older, but Tim has been collecting superhero secret IDs since he was nine, and it would be pretty embarrassing if he didn't recognize his own best friend, no matter how he's dressed.]

Uh. Kon?

Kara Zor-El (Danvers) | Supergirl/ DCTV | OTA

[keep_fighting]

A. Action

[ Finding herself in strange situations isn't exactly new to Kara. Especially in the last year or so. Finding herself in a strange place...well that definitely rates up there on the weird scale.

Still, she's handled tougher than this- she was Cat Grant's assistant afterall. There isn't a lot that's tougher than that.

If Alex were here (and she really wished Alex was here), then the first thing she would do was get an idea of where here actually was.
She's in costume so she takes to the sky scouting the area, forest, beach, mansion, hedge maze??, gardens. Each of those things needed to be looked at more in depth. ]

B. Video

[ She's out of costume now, glasses on, hair pulled back, she's gotten the lay of the land so to speak. She's found a room, read a pamphlet, things still don't make a lot of sense.

Introducing herself to people though, she's good at that, sorta. She can be good at that as long as she doesn't just stick her foot in her mouth or something. But people, she likes people, she can people. ]

Hello. I guess I'm new here, well I am new here I don't just guess I am. New. I'm new. [ Great start, Kara. ]

Right. I'm Kara. I just wanted to say hi. I don't really know what we're supposed to be doing here. But I'm assuming you're all tired of people asking how we get home.

So uh. What do you guys do around here?

[ Good. That's good. Ask a question see who responds. Hopefully someone helpful. ]

A

[cloned]

[Kon's in costume too, though considering it's literally jeans and a Superboy t-shirt, it's hard to tell. Also he's walking through the gardens, not flying. But when he sees her? He takes off, flying after her. So you know, that might be a bit of a hint.]

Hey! Supergirl!

[He doesn't actually know her, but it seems like a solid guess to what her name is. All things considered.]

ava wilson. spn.

[campionis]

( one | arrival | and you've just had some kind of mushroom. )
( Okay. We're sorry that the disturbed shrieking you hear might be more exasperating than anything to long-time residents and those who are used to random interdimensional travel, but secretaries? No. Ava did not sign up for this. She signed up for a normal life. You know. School. Work. Marriage. Coming home to a barking dog and collapsing on a couch.

But no.

She's in some freaking mansion for no apparent reason.

Where did her life go wrong? Everything was just peachy, completely normal, until those headaches started. The visions. The everything that came along with them. )

Hello? ( Ugh, what the hell is she doing? The screaming eventually dies down, footsteps replacing it, storming down the hallway.

Sorry, she really didn't mean to bump into you. )

( two | wildcard | go ask alice when she's ten feet tall. )
( or hit me with anything! i'd have more starters but i'm starving. )

scream

[ofletters]

[ Sam hears the shrieks and comes running, because of course he does. He's Sam Winchester. ]

Hey - [ And he comes to a grinding halt, because... the girl in the hallway is someone he knows. Knew. A face he recognizes.

His mouth runs dry and, automatically, he reaches for the concealed weapon that is always on his person. ]

Ava?

Loki Laufeyson | Marvel 616 (Agent of Asgard flavour)

[realitywarped]

Network

[No preamble, no introduction, just a very important question in plain text. The most important, as far as Loki's concerned.

...It also obscures his identity, a little. At least it gives a range of Lokis it might be, except to the few people who might recognise his texting style.]

So, brave new world, tell me: where is the best place to find a bacon sandwich? :)

-L

Library

[Give Loki access to a library and his first choice is always to see what people have to say about him. Which is why it's a little frustrating that although there's a section for nearly every other mythology he's ever heard of, and a few he hasn't, the section under N remains firmly free of much at all. He frowns at the shelf, fingers brushing the spines of the book, but nope; of the ones he knows of, he can find the Mayans and the Olmecs, and nothing else familiar at all in between. He addresses the air, apparently half-smiling, although his lips are a little tight.]

If this is a practical joke, you should know I'm much better at them. We're much more interesting than a few petty and long-dead tinpot dictators with silly names.

[choosetruth]

[Georgia is a little too firmly based in facts to spend much time reading mythology, but she has found it useful to brush up on her Alice in Wonderland at least. Which is what she's doing right now, while taking extensive notes. Or would be, if some asshole wasn't mumbling to himself.

She looks up and glares through her sunglasses.]

You know, this is a library. That means keep the talking to a minimum? Some of us are trying to read.

ＬＥＩＡ ＯＲＧＡＮＡ ｜ ＳＴＡＲ ＷＡＲＳ

[revolter]

TEA ROOM;

【This is not shaping out to be the very best day of Leia's life.

Several hours after her arrival, after an initial fit and an exploration of the network and the communication devices, she makes her way around the Mansion, hoping to catch a glimpse of something familiar.

Or someones. Of course those two moonjockeys aren't anywhere to be found. Trust a flyboy and a farmer, honestly.

( if they are more than that, if she is worried, if she wishes there were here - well! it's all hidden under a mask of indignation, thank you very much.

She enters the tea room, examines the tables. A moment later, a raspberry cake presents itself to her. 】

Oh now, really. Do I seem to be a wee little girl? If you think my cooperation can be bought with sweets, I can tell you, you shall be sourly disappointed.

【 Who is she talking to? a mystery, really. 】

NETWORK;

This is all highly unacceptable.

【 Princess Leia is having a Day. 】

I don't suppose they'll be courteous enough to tell us what system we're at? Some gall. I've seen civilians and children on this planet - if they think this is some form of bravery, I have to say I'm sourly disappointed.

【 . . . 】

I am highly opposed to not even being told the terms of my kidnapping. Am I to assume everyone else are also being kept in the dark?

Network

[tattooedredheads]

Dunno about systems or why we're brought here, but the place is called Wonderland. You'll probably be stuck here for a while so you might as well pick a room.

Daimon Hellstrom | Marvel 616

[thesonofsatan]

action;

[How dare this infernal place take him, keep him as they have. Daimon Hellstrom does not do well with entrapment, being someone's potential pawn. It hadn't worked with his dear father, and it wouldn't work here if he had any say at all about it. Still, as much as he wants to rage, to destroy until he's sent back to his own world, he is tempering that initial anger as well he can. It will get him nowhere, he's sure, just as he's certain it has never helped anyone else pulled into this godforsaken place.

And so he focuses on learning his surroundings from the entrance hall to the kitchens to the gardens and everywhere in between. He wants to know his forced home, to be aware of whatever dangers may lurk here. Call him paranoid, but he would rather not be surprised if at all possible.]

How much more ground is there to cover? This is getting tiresome.

[Or perhaps he's just in a foul mood today.]

network;

I highly doubt asking where the exit will get me anywhere since we're all apparently victims of kidnapping here, so I'm going to ask something else.

[And it will save him the potential headache of checking it out himself--]

What's the library like here? Is it worth looking? And tell me there's a bar here, somewhere.

[Perhaps it's not the wisest choice, but he needs a drink after all this.]

Network.

[realitywarped]

[Well, there's a not-entirely-pleasant blast from the past. Daimon looks very different from his new eyes than they did through a magpie's, but he's very memorable- and dangerous, perhaps. He'd known Loki's younger self, after all, and he isn't without power...

It's not like he can just avoid him forever, though, or it might be suspicious. If he can see Daimon's posts, after all, Daimon can see his. Better to bite the bullet, then, and get the surprise out of the way. He can act a little more like his younger self for a while again, for now. He waves, expression openly surprised.]

Daimon! I see they got to you, too.

Cassandra Cillian || The Librarians

[uvaecerebrum]

[Network - Video]

[ Hello, network of Wonderland! Have a sometimes-alarmingly chipper and hyper redhead. Her room is empty right now, but only because she doesn't yet realize that she'll be staying here for any length of time. She has a world to save, people! She's got places to go and books to read and theorums to play with. ]

Hi! I'm Cassandra! I'm... [ Her expression shifts. Not that she's lying. She isn't lying. This isn't a lying face. It's just a not-being-completely-honest face. ] New.

[ She looks to the left, and she waits for someone to call her out on it. No one does - not that she'd expected them to - and she keeps going. ] Anyway, I'm looking for some other people like me. Well, not like me. One of them is a guy about my height who has an Australian accent, mate. [ Yes, she did just attempt an Australian accent. Yes, it went poorly. ] And one of them is a guy who looks like a really moody linebacker. And there's one woman who's taller than I am and has blonde hair and looks like she could be a model. There might be another guy, too, who looks more like a cross between Indiana Jones and Milo from Atlantis. [ Her nose crinkles. ] Kind of acts like it, too, or would, if he weren't so self-absorbed so much of the time.

[ Her eyes flick to the camera lens as she realizes she just went off on a tangent and - oh yeah - people might be watching this. Flynn might be watching this. Cue an extra-large smile and a change of subject! ] Anyway!

We're from [ pause for effect ] the Library.

[ She looks utterly serious for almost three whole seconds before she starts moving again, leaning in to the comm. ] And Ezekiel, Jacob, Eve, Flynn? If you're here, tell me where you are.

[ She leans back and waves at the feed, smiling brightly. ] So if anyone could point me in the right direction, I'd really appreciate it! Thanks!



[ Action - The Library ]

It takes Cassandra all of fifteen minutes to find the library. She runs inside, runs around as quickly (and quietly) as she can, whispering Jenkins' name, and then runs back into the hall.

"Don't panic," she tells herself. "It's fine. You're not alone. This is fine. You can still get back to the library." She turns back to the library, though not the one she wants at the moment. "I just need a door," she muses. "And a way to talk to Jenkins to get a door."

After a moment, she closes the doors to the library, closes her eyes, and then flings the door open as she pushes herself through.

Opening her eyes, she finds that she's still in the same library as before.

"Well," she says sourly. "That didn't work."

Action

[mourning_ghost]

"What didn't work?" A much larger than normal mourning dove asks. He saw her run in, out, and in again and wondered if there was something he'd be able to help with. He's a fairly quiet bird and hadn't made noise before now.

Bruce Wayne ❖ GOTHAM

[promisetokeep]

NETWORK - VIDEO

[He was not afraid.]

[But he was also far from pleased.]

[A young boy, partway into his teen years, stared into the camera with an aura of confidence. The last few years of his life had prepared him for moments like these...somewhat. The isolation. The uncertainty. And, because it was Gotham, even the insanity. Because of this, he was able to remain calm. Polite.]

While I have appreciated the generous hospitality shown to me... [Compared to prior kidnappings/attemptings on my life] ...I would very much like to return home now.

If it's money you desire, I'm sure we could work something out.



ACTION

[In his exploration, Bruce somehow found his way to the kitchen. His stomach gave a near coincidental grown the moment he stepped foot inside. Only then did he realize just how hungry he was. So he set to work, wandering from cabinet to cabinet. Searching through the fridge.]

[He had been encouraged to make himself at home, after all.]

[The ingredients were surprisingly plentiful, and while they didn't compare with the quality he was accustomed to back at the Manor, it did reminded him of his brief time on the streets. Meaning he could adjust. Some sliced meats here. Bread. Cheese. There were condiments in the cupboards. The sink water ran clear.]

[Within a few minutes, the young man had a hearty sandwich and class of water with him. There was a book on the kitchen counter. One he had borrowed from an earlier venture into the library. He sat at the chair and began idly flipping through the pages as he nibbled on the sandwich. Seemingly forgetting it after only a few bites, so engrossed he became in his reading.]

video

[directed]

[Another child.

He has not been in Wonderland long enough to experience so many of its horrors, yet it's hard for him to imagine one that tear at him so much as this. Children, ripped from their worlds and their times, dropped off in this place and left to suffer through whatever machinations the powers in charge deem fit for them.

It's a familiar process, but when the Time Masters has found him? They had at least brought him to a place he could call home, and a woman he would call Mother.]

I'm afraid money isn't what whomever runs this place is after. [He keeps his voice careful, steady. Though the child seems perfectly poised, Rip doesn't want to accidentally break through that resolve--or that facade, should that turn out to be what that steely look is.] And while I share your desire to go home, it's not at all a simple matter.

Okuyasu Nijimura | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (Part 4)

[punchesfirst]

Network;

Hey, so... there's this closet in my room - I think everyone has one, but I want to be sure - it isn't suspicious or anything, is it? I checked it out and at first it looked empty, but then I was thinking about how I would want a jacket and it appeared! The same jacket I was thinking about just appeared out of thin air inside the closet!

Something about that doesn't seem right. Jackets don't just magically appear in closets - even I'm smart enough to know that. So what's up with this closet exactly? It isn't going to attack me, is it?

[Because look when you deal with crazy ass shit, you just get naturally suspicious of everything. Even potentially killer closets.]

Dining Room

[When Okuyasu comes to this room, he feels his stomach gurgle and remembers he hasn't eaten anything today. Immediately he wishes he could get a delicious plate of Italian food, remembering a bizarre trip to a fancy restaurant that cleansed his very body. Suddenly a plate appears and Okuyasu naturally doesn't trust it. So he asks for a different dish, which also then appears. Then another... and another... and another...

Until suddenly the dining table is full of completely uneaten food of every kind of variety and national origin. Only when a plate appears atop another plate does Okuyasu realize what he has done. However, he can't just leave the table as is - food going to waste is unforgivable! His mother would surely scorn him from her grave.

And so he does the only he can do to get rid of this food - he starts eating, as quickly as possible. And if someone was to walk in on this spectacle, Okuyasu would only look with them with food in his mouth for a moment, swallow and--]

I'm going to eat it all! I caused this, so don't bother me! GET LOST!

[His pride simply won't allow for another person to help him eat this mountain of food through.]

Network | Video

[uncoils]

It usually doesn't, but you never know. It might.

[Jolyne just kind of shrugs in the video. Sorry buddy.]

Usually it doesn't but you never know. If there's an event or something else going on, it could.

clark kent / dceu

[signifies]

action — the mansion & grounds.

[ The feel of kryptonite is still fresh, and there's none of it anywhere in the room he wakes up in. No wound, just a phantom ache. No hidden cameras or microphones. Clark pushes open the door, listening for anyone in the corridor, or in another room who might need help.

None of this feels real.

He can be found in the mansion itself or out in the grounds, examining everything. It's hard to be unimposing wearing a bright red cape, but Clark manages it, somehow, approaching those he meets with a polite smile. ]

Excuse me. What's keeping us here?

network — text.

I'd like to know more about Wonderland, specifically, if there's any pattern to who it brings here. I'd appreciate as much information as possible.

If you'd prefer to meet in person, I'll be at the cafe.

- C. Kent

[signalized]

[The network is far from secure and Bruce doesn't particularly trust it. Not to mention he needs a moment to gather himself when he sees that name show up -- Clark's death, the sacrifice he made, is something that has weighed heavily on him. But he's also known with the differences in timelines that there was always a chance of him showing up.

Hell, there's a chance this isn't even a Clark that knows him. Wonderland is weird.

With that in mind, he makes his way to the cafe, trying to keep himself calm and collected even if he actually feels quite on edge.]

As far as any of us can tell, there isn't a set pattern.

Mary | IB

[portraitor]

[action: the gardens]

[Upon arriving in a strange place, you'd think that someone might be panicked and wondering where they are... unless, you happen to be this young lady, who for some reason is spinning around in circles.]

I'm outside! I'm actually outside! In a real garden and everything!! [She finally gets dizzy and stops spinning, but soon breaks down into a fit of giggling.] It's just as amazing as I always imagined it would be! I'm so happy!!

[action: library]

[While some of the books do hold her interest, she ends up using the library as a place to do some art, from the looks of it. She's sprawled out with her stomach on the ground, absently kicking her feet in the air behind her as she draws on some paper here in front of her.

If you want a peek, they look like this as she hums a little to herself.]

Let's see... oh, I should draw my sisters next! [And so she does, beginning to draw... um. A lady in red, crawling halfway out of a portrait. (top right corner)]

gardens!

[determinedest]

[There's something in the elation that reminds them of Chara's Mirror, in some ways - how excited they were to be out of the other side of the glass, and to explore things on their own terms, unimpeded by the Queen's restrictions.

They don't recognize her. But they hope she's happy. Frisk watches for a time, crouched beside some of the flowers they'd been watering, before wiping their earth-stained fingers off on their pants and standing, head to one side and one corner of their mouth quirked upward.

(* She looks happy.)]

Never seen the sky before?

[That's not as strange as some might think.]

Chloe Decker | Lucifer

[thevulnerability]

[ THE MUSIC ROOM ]

[ Chloe had only been at the mansion for about a day, but she had explored as much of it as she possibly could. That meant bumping into a number of people and learning bits and pieces of what this place was about and the things that had occurred there - insane, unbelievable things. For as extraordinary as it all was, Chloe couldn't help but find her mind wandering to Trixie, hoping she was okay, hoping she wouldn't be gone long, hoping... that Maze had called Dan and wasn't trying to take on caring for Trixie all by herself.

Oh, please let Maze have called Dan.

The music room she had to begrudgingly admit was her favorite room so far. The gorgeous grand piano had caught her eye, of course, and flames licked the logs in the fireplace, giving the whole room an unearthly glow. She looked around, pulling open cabinet after cabinet to look at the instruments within before she finally rounded back to the piano. Chloe bit her bottom lip thoughtfully, running a finger over the wood before she sat down on the bench. Hesitantly she lifted a finger, dropping it onto one of the keys and the low note rumbled across the room. She paused, waiting to see if she had disturbed anyone with a look around the room, before she hit the next key with her finger, slowly and inelegantly beginning to bang through the notes of Heart and Soul. ]

[ NETWORK // VIDEO ]

[ It's pretty obvious, immediately, how uncomfortable the network makes Chloe. Her appearance on it is rare; she isn't a huge fan of being the center of attention. That was part of why acting never worked out for her. She didn't take after her mother in most aspects, especially that one. ]

Uh.

[ Maybe she should have thought this through better. Written a script or something. She often found herself jealous over how easy it always seemed for Lucifer, how effortlessly charismatic he always was. Annoying, too, but at least he didn't just turn on a video and manage to look like an idiot in front of God knows how many people. ]

My name's, uh, Chloe. I've been here for a little while and I'm actually just kind of wondering if there is anything to... do here. Like. A job. I'd like to have a job.

[ Oh dear God that was terrible. Time to bow out gracefully. Is there a way to do that gracefully? Too late for grace. This is why she never had friends, wasn't it? ]

Thanks for your... time.

video.

[poppycock]

Well I know a few people who've become baristas. [ says klaus with some contemplation to the fact. he may or may not be condescending to such a profession, though more accurately to the lack of intellect and ambition it takes to land on such an essential eternity barricaded in the prison of wonderland. there are better things to do with one's time. (it hardly occurs to him he offers no higher contributions here unless you count scheming against their absent wardens and painting in the confines of his room, though it would do little if he did; however, what a digression.)

glancing at his feed, he answers (more) seriously. ] Though most seem to fill the shoes of their prior life's purpose, in one way or another.

Isabela | Dragon Age 2

[procures]

The beach

What self respecting pirate wouldn't go check out the see the first chance she gets? Isabela is nothing if not predictable. There are no boats for her to steal that she can see but she kicks off her shoes and lets her feet dig into the wet sand as the water comes onto the shore. It is a familiar sensation in a place that is otherwise strange and foreign to her. Isabela doesn't like the idea of being captive, of belonging to someone other than herself. The fact that she's here against her will rattles her, but it doesn't show.

As people come out on the beach in various forms of swim attire she gives them looks and might even make a flirty remark or two to see how they respond.

the bar

And when she's done exploring outside she makes her way back into the mansion to find a tavern -- someplace she can get good and drunk in. The bar works even if it's strange looking compared to what she's used to. Drink is drink however and it's a good way to make new friends and get more information out of people. Find out what she's dealing with.

She holds out a deck of cards she had had tucked away on her person.

"Does anyone here know how to play Wicked Grace?"

Alistair Grout | VtM: Bloodlines | the bar

[malkavialogist]

Alistair only drinks one thing these days, but the bar is still an attractive destination for him, because it offers opportunities for nocturnal people-watching. And perhaps also some social interaction, if no escape presents itself. His years in the Camarilla have taught him the importance of showing one's face around town and getting to know who's who.

There's a small gin and tonic in front of him, as a sort of disguise, but he hasn't touched the stuff.

If Isabela's trip to the bar is an evening one, he'll be there, unobtrusively sat with his chin on one splayed out hand. Half-there. It's noisy in here, at least for him, inside his skull. For every chattering drinker there's a medley of shouted suggestions in his mind, giving him fantastic supernatural insight into how it feels to start having a headache.

Her voice cuts through the sound. He looks up with interest.

A game played with cards, says a silent voice in his ear, and it's all he can do not to sarcastically thank it out loud.

"Madam, I don't know that particular game," he says instead, "but cards were once a vice of mine, if you don't mind playing the teacher."


[ ooc: hi hello! i realised halfway through this tag i'd need a permissions post and scurried away to write it, it's here and the essential gist of it is 'may i do vague undirected magical insight?' ]

violet baudelaire | a series of unfortunate events (books)

[tiesuphair]

ENTRANCE HALL

[ there are many worthy pursuits one may take on a winter afternoon, such as a rousing snowball fight or sledding. violet, however, has no friends nor siblings with whom she could have a snowball fight and no sled besides.

so she's decided to make one with heart, despite her loneliness and grief. a warm winter coat, gloves, a scarf, and a full set of tools and numerous wooden boards next to her, violet is curled up before the stairs and working diligently away to create the fastest sled she possibly can. ]

NETWORK

[ violet has little reason to trust anyone or anything even remotely network-related. this is because all the adults in her life and all the communication devices she has used in desperate and earnest attempts to contact all the adults in her life have done no good. it is not because she doesn't trust the capability and efficiency of her network device, though under different circumstances she would delight in considering how it works, taking it apart, and putting it back together again, hopefully with interesting and helpful additions to its hardware.

no, the network seems just fine, but it is full of people, and lately people in large groups have not been the greatest friends to her or her siblings.

however, no matter how bright she may be, she cannot hope to find them alone. ]

Hello. I was wondering if anyone has seen a little girl. She's an infant and [ violet pauses in typing her message there to fight back tears ] her name is Sunny. She has four very sharp teeth and likes to cook.

My brother Klaus might also be here. He's thirteen and he wears glasses. He's a very fine researcher. Please. I'm supposed to take care of them.

Thank you.

entrance hall

[krmvgivv]

[Dipper is wandering through in shorts and a t-shirt because while he acknowledges that it's winter, he doesn't see any reason to put on real pants unless he's going outside. He's got a book tucked under his arm, but when he sees a girl messing around with tools and wooden boards, he has to pause and check out what she's doing.]

Are you... building a sled? Because that's really cool. No winter pun intended.

Kisa (Santanico Pandemonium) | From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series

[mordedura]

Network

Is this thing on? [She thinks it is, although Richie has given her the run down on cell phones and other technology it's still largely a mystery to her. That's what happens when you're cut off for as long as she has been.

The face in video is pissed looking. Because she is pissed. Amaru killed Manola and she had run and --

Ended up here. A prisoner again.

When she speaks it's with a Mexican accent. ]

Yo tengo una pregunta.

Who do I have to kill in order to be free of this place? I imagine it's not easy, or someone would have done it already, but it's not my firs taking up this sort of challenge.

[She's taken down one of the Lords. This can't be that much worse can it?

It probably can be.]

The Roof.

It's nighttime when Kisa actually steps outside, safe from the harmful rays of the sunlight. She can get the a better scope of the area from up here. Wonderland is vast in comparison to the Titty Twister bur a prison is a prison all the same and she is not content to stay in this one anymore than she was content to remain in her last.

She was supposed to be free. She mostly feels angry and empty, especially with Manola gone now.

Her visage changes, becoming more reptilian in nature, as wings spring from her back and she lifts herself into the air, looking for any sort of hits or ways out. The sky is endless. There is nothing to break through.

She is stuck, for the time being.

She settles back down onto the roof, her visage changing back to it's normal state. She needs to find some blood, she can't remember the last time she fed. The rest would have to come later.

network; video

[seeingthings]

[From his point of view, it had only been a couple months since she'd driven off on her motorcycle to who the fuck knows where, and other than that he'd been stuck here.

Needless to say, considering a variety of circumstances, he's not super pleased to see her.

He's also not going to just let her spout her mouth off and get herself in trouble before real trouble even starts. That should mean something, right?]

I know this will come as a shock, but you could kill everyone here and it wouldn't get you anywhere so you might as well throw that idea out the fucking window.

[This was gonna get complicated, wasn't it.]

[chaosfollowsme]

[Network - Video]

[Fiona has a big capacity for bullshit and insanity. You aren't a Gallagher without the ability to roll with the punches and making the best out of a fucked up, shitty situation that life decides to hand you.

That said, this is completely out of the realm of anything she has ever dealt with. Probably the closest thing to it was that time Frank got himself tbrown in jail. In Canada.

She's gotten the spiel from some poor soul that came across her in the gardens earlier. Wonderland, alternate dimensions, blah blah bullshit. She's not buying it. No way.

So, video to the masses. Someone around here's gotta be sane, right?]

All right, what the fuck is goin' on? And does somebody have a better story than 'You're in a Disney acid trip now' cuz I ain't buyin' this Wonderland deal.

[mulletrock]

What? You missed the guide and introduction course? Hate to break it to you, but real answers aren't exactly pouring from the tap around here.

[After a few months here Dean was already tired of the new recruit routine. He could only give a shit for so long, and since it happened on the regular he stopped being gentle about the hostage situation pretty early on.]

Sesshoumaru | InuYasha

[aristocratic_assassin]

Action - Arrival

[Being where you do not expect normally only poses a mild inconvenience, easily rectified by politely asking for directions. And hey, normally when you end up in a mansion that you've never seen before, it's cause for some kind of alarm.

Normal doesn't really suit Sesshoumaru, or maybe he's just too stoic to express it half the time.

Either way, he can be found wandering the mansion, clad from head to toe in clothes that would make anyone wonder how he isn't positively suffocating, and for the most part, anyone he passes doesn't even warrant a look, though he's aware that he himself is being watched.

What's the matter with these people, haven't they ever seen a demon before? Ugh.

Eventually, he hones in on one particular individual--that would be you.

It's not your lucky day.]

You.

[Manners? You should consider yourself fortunate, he's totally got the best manners, because he's not pointing at you like a stupid little kid.]

Tell me where I am. I don't recognize this place.


Action - Library

[Frustrated by whatever information he's managed to glean from the general population, Sesshoumaru is in a foul mood. Thankfully, he has resting bitch face an excellent poker face and doesn't express it outwardly.

By sheer coincidence, he finds himself in the library and although his mood is poor, he's intrigued. He's never been in such a place before, and he finds the fact that there is endless reading material quite interesting. Approaching a shelf, he slowly raises a hand and strokes the spine of one book with a deceivingly delicate-looking finger, the claw tracing oh-so-carefully. These bindings are alien to him as well.

After a moment's thought, he hooks his claw over the top of the spine and tugs the book off the shelf, opening it to the middle--just to get an idea of the information within.]

Hmph.

[A mild look of vexation finally breaks through his cold mask. This isn't a language he finds familiar. How annoying.]

Arrival

[mourning_ghost]

[To a bird like Nageki, Sesshoumaru doesn't look all that different from a human. He's seen birds who dress in clothes like that for special occasions, because humans used to.]

[Nageki is a mourning dove, noticeably larger than a normal bird. However, it's possible that Sesshoumaru can sense that the bird he is speaking to is actually a ghost.]

[He says calmly,] It's called Wonderland.

Alistair Grout | VtM: Bloodlines

[malkavialogist]

[ Let's make it happen. Let's do an event.

Your travel companion on the Oregon Trail is ye olde prospector Grout. He insists on driving this wagon by night, because he has sensitive eyes and sunburns easily, OKAY? He also really likes the sound of his own voice, and won't shut up about the good old days. But there are pros to travelling with him too: he doesn't eat anything much at all, and also mysteriously the wagon he's riding in doesn't seem to have the rodent problem other wagons do?

Mysterious. Anyway, he's a normal mortal human. ]

My dear (boy/girl/nonbinary companion), [ he asks one day as your wagon creaks slowly towards the Kansas River Crossing, ] A question occurs to me. Can you swim?


( Hello, hi hello! Alistair is a very-slightly-prophetic vampire with a brief description and permissions post. If you tag please mention in the subject or message whether it's okay for him to get accurate information about your character, see the linked post for details!

Also if you'd rather do a normal mansion tag than absolutely go for it, hit me anywhere as long as it's after sundown! )

[radiopalkiller]

[ Philip does not sleep anymore much. He likes that somebody else volunteered to play nighttime driver though, before he could make a half-hearted offer of his own. He maybe does not like that Alistair talks for the both of them, that he literally talks for the both of them, while his telepathic powers are on event hiatus, and he is left with nothing but a travel-sized chalkboard and the accompanying white writing utensil.

Busy tinkering with their wagon's grandfather clock (Why did they bring a clock on this trip, Jesus Christ?) Philip's urgent boredom is interrupted by a question. He looks at Alistair, and frowns. He glances along the road, to the river ahead. He looks at the conclusion, and frowns some more.

Then it's time for the quiet screeching of chalk. ]

Yes. Will we have to?

Vanellope von Schweetz | Wreck-it Ralph

[sugarcar]

[Network - Voice]

So, lemme get this straight. Ev'ryone's been kidnapped or somethin', and we're all stuck here.

[That's definitely a child's voice, but the video part isn't on. She's not quite familiar with the way this works, but she's fine with not having it on anyway.]

An' it's called Wonderland? What kinda game kidnaps people from other games? I'm not buyin' any of this for a second.

[She hasn't even been there long, but this entire thing is fishier than... well, Sega Bass Fishing. Where on mod's green arcade is she?]

[Action - The Gardens]

[Truth be told, she was having her own fun exploring the mansion and the grounds outside of it. But what was more fun than exploring?

People watching.

She did it enough back in Sugar Rush, and maybe doing it here would help her gather information. Sure, she could walk right up and strike up a conversation with someone, but what was the fun in making it simple? She needed a dynamic entrance! After all, she had the greatest superpower ever!

... And with that, she glitches right over in front of a random person. Could be you, or could be someone else! And best of all, she's wearing a smile!]

Hello!

ACTION

[charlastan]

[Another day, another unsuccessful attempt at trying to start an economy with something other than memories. Today's attempt was a little more historical, since he's starting to run out of criminal currencies to try. This is why he's heading back to the mansion with two huge bags of salt in his arms.

He almost drops the damn bags when a little kid freaking teleports in front of him though. He lets out a startled shout, but when nothing happens but a cheery greeting he glances around like he's waiting for an adult to come claim her or something.]

.........Uh. Hey. How's it hangin'?

[He's already looking for an opening to just go around her.]

sara lance . dctv

[leaguer]

ＡＣＴＩＯＮ | ＡＲＲＩＶＡＬ． ( the forest / the mansion )

( rip hunter is an idiot. he'd saved her life before without her even realizing it, and now he's done it again.

one moment, she and the team were rushing towards rip to find out why the hell the waverider was going for a swim, only to find out that a nazi u-boat was still equipped with an atomic bomb. the next, rip was telling them that he was sending the ship straight into the torpedo and pushing some kind of button on a remote — and her whole being felt like it was evaporating in the blink of an eye until —

she lands flat on her ass in the middle of a dark, seemingly endless forest. there's no people, no animals, nothing. it's got a sort of eerie quiet to it that even makes a former member of the league of assassins want to get the hell out; she's immediately up and on her feet, boots trudging through thick grass and trying their best to avoid being snagged on a stray vine or tripping over an unseen, twisted tree root. the forest is dense, too, which sara soon realizes when she has to start literally tearing away at greenery to clear a path even without being able to see very well — soon aided by a dagger that she stores inside her jacket. if any brave souls happen to be braving the forests, too, they might hear an obscenity yelped a little too loudly when a twist of thorns snag at her sleeve and sink into her hand where she'd tried to shield herself.

thankfully, sara's efforts aren't completely in vain — especially after she realized that the forest only seemed to get more and more dense as she progressed, and that it probably meant she was heading in the wrong direction; she emerges at long last looking a little more than worse for wear, bun on top of her head even more of a mess, blonde hair partially falling out of it, hand covered in dried droplets of blood, clothes dirty. the mansion that she sees before her feels like she's imagining it — she can't seem to keep her eyes focused on it, anyway, which is maybe from being without direct sunlight for so long — but all she can do is trudge towards it, mad at herself, mad at this situation, mad at rip for sending her here, wherever here is.

she's not without her reservations, though. like hell is she going to burst into this place without any idea of what's in store for her. sara lance is not an idiot. she's been trained how to case a location before planning how to take out a target, so this should be no different, even if it means stealthily trying to sneak around the exterior and peek into windows that don't quite provide any sort of illuminating details. damnit. )

ＮＥＴＷＯＲＫ．( username: canary )

Alright, Wonderland
Best place to train while you're stuck here? To spar? Anything?
Think I'm gonna go nuts if I stay inside this mansion for too much longer and this closet just barfed out an awesome new bo staff I'm dying to take for a test drive

Wouldn't say no to an opponent or two either if you think you're up to it.

ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ．

( hit me with your best shot! i'm p much cool with anything, but if you wanna chat, hmu on plurk over at frickin! )

did someone request an idiot?

[directed]

[It's honestly just coincidence that has Rip outside in time to catch sight of a figure moving along the mansion walls--and boredom that inspires him to follow after. Granted, he doesn't exactly have the stealth of a trained member of the League of Assassins, but once he's close enough to recognize the familiar silhouette? Rip gives up any pretense of hiding his presence.]

The door is actually the other way round, Miss Lance. [She no doubt knows as much already, but Rip can't quite stop himself. It's the same way a grin plays at the corners of his mouth, despite absolutely everything terrible about this little pocket dimension. Rip tells himself quite often that he would not wish this on anyone he cares for.

Yet he is still quite glad to see her.]

Cissie King-Jones | DC pre-reboot

[cisskabob]

[Network | Video]

...Is this working? So weird. [Cissie's muttering mostly to herself as she plays with the settings and gets the video function going. She gives the camera an awkward smile-and-wave, brushing her blonde hair back out of her face as she begins talking.]

Uh, hi. I guess this is one of those traditional 'I'm-new-to-Wonderland-please-tell-me-what-the-heck-I've-gotten-myself-into' introductions. I mean, from what I've seen. Not that I've been snooping. Well, I mean, I did some reading. You can't blame a girl, right? I mean, I kind of wish I had actually read Alice in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass at some point, instead of just watching the Disney movie, but come on. Wasn't he on drugs when he wrote those books anyway? ...Or was that Peter Pan?

[She looks thoughtful for a moment, then shakes her head, smiling ruefully.] Sorry. Let me try that again. Hi, Wonderland. My name is Cissie. I am not thrilled to be here, and I'd like to know whatever you can tell me about this place.

[Have a sunny smile, Wonderland. She is not nearly as happy as she looks, but she's going for friendly-and-harmless. She retired, damn it. This kind of crap isn't supposed to keep happening to her.]

[Action | The Ballroom]

[Cissie may have retired from the masked teenage vigilante life, but some things are just plain common sense, like exploring the mysterious mansion you've found yourself suddenly whisked to through time and space and dimensions. It just makes sense to take the lay of the land and figure out what she's dealing with.

But when she finds the ballroom, she can't help but just stop in her tracks and look up and stare. She feels like the just walked into a scene out of Beauty and the Beast. She loses track of time, standing there in the middle of the giant room, trying to wrap her mind around the ways this room defies the laws of reality.

Somehow this one room makes the whole 'you've been kidnapped to Wonderland' idea feel more real than most everything else she's seen or heard since arriving.]

action

[krmvgivv]

[You know what else defies the laws of reality? The fact that there is definitely a preteen plummeting from the ceiling of that insanely giant room.]

LOOK OUT!

[It's cool, he has a parachute so he's not actually falling at a break neck speed, but he's... definitely falling pretty fast.]

Snow White | Once Upon a Time

[powerfulhope]

[ Arrival ]

[ When David kisses her, the expectation is for Snow to go straight back to the burning room for a few hours of fiery fun sleeping curse coma. Instead, he kisses her and she's in a garden. A very cold, snow filled garden. Snow loves a good ironic moment, but she's dressed for bed, and barefoot. Instead of spending time being suspicious, she runs for the closest building clumsily as her feet grow numb. Luckily it's not far, and when she bursts through the front door, it's blessedly warm.

Huffing out a breath, Snow White's arms wrap around herself as she looks around, wetting her lips. Okay, now she can be a little curious, and she steps forward, calling out. ]

Hello? If this is someone's house I'm sorry, please don't curse me or turn me into anything.

[ And because thinking of a curse reminds her of a certain someone: ]

...Regina? Are you here?

[ Honestly, she hopes she is no matter which version she has to deal with. at least she'd be familiar. ]

[ Network, video ]

[ Now in a room, in a warm sweater and sipping tea, Snow decides to get down to business. ]

Hello. I've been told this is Wonderland. Or some version of it.

[ Not Cora's Wonderland, so...glass half full? ]

I'm looking for my family. I have no idea if they're here but there's a lot of us. David, Emma, Neal, Regina, Henry...do any of those names ring a bell? I'm Snow, if that helps. Maybe they've been here before, or they're here now. Either way, if you have any information, I'd appreciate it.

[ Her smile is there, but it's simply hiding her worry and fear that she's been separated from her family yet again. ]

Oh, one more thing: Were we cursed to this place?

omg omg omg HI - video;

[henrydaniel]

[ It's not that Henry's really given up on any new family showing up, he just doesn't expect it anymore and wake up to check his messenger obsessively every morning. So, when a voice he hasn't heard in a long time comes across the network, he sits up slowly, eyes widening as he breaks out into a grin. ]

Grandma! I'm here! I'll come find you!

[ The mantra in their family has been passed on. ]

What floor are you on?

captain kathryn janeway | star trek: voyager.

[directives]

i. action: arrival (mansion)

[ without fail, red alert sounds at the most inopportune of times. such as when the captain is actually heeding the advice of her holographic chief medical officer (for once) and taking a much needed break from her never-ending list of duties on the holodeck. thus, it's while adorning a dress straight out of the victorian era that she darts out into the corridor, bumping into a few engineering-bound crewmen as the ship rocks from the force of unseen weapons fire. she barely has time to swing by her quarters to grab the necessities -- her combadge, tricorder, and just in case: phaser -- on her way to the bridge. no time to change into uniform.

this was supposed to be friendly territory. she spent two weeks negotiating voyager's passage through this region. if whoever was firing on them had any sort of ties to the magistrate of this system, there were going to be words. a very unpleasant series of them. ]

Helm, hold our position. Tuvok, I want to know who's firing on us and--

[ it takes a moment for the unfamiliar scenery of the mansion to catch up with her. she'd been walking and talking on autopilot, quickly switching the proverbial gears to manual control.

was she still on the holodeck? ]

Computer, end program. [ nothing. ] Computer, display exit. [ nope. ] Janeway to Bridge, respond. [ not happening. ]

Janeway to Voyager. [ silence. she huffs in annoyance, rolling her eyes. this is the last thing she needs. ] ...of course.

ii. action: later (kitchen)

[ she can be found in the kitchen later on in the day, petticoat tossed aside while elbow-deep in the depths of a partially gutted microwave. immodest for a victorian woman, but practical for a woman from the 24th century who was attempting to macgyver antique parts together in a futile attempt at boosting frequency of the subspace beacon in her combadge. ]

iii. network: audio only

"Welcome to Wonderland," [ she reads aloud, skimming through the pamphlet she's been handed. the literary reference is unfortunately lost on her. alice's adventures in wonderland wasn't required reading at starfleet academy. ] Ominous, but a relatively tame greeting in comparison to some of the others I've heard. Certainly beats "the weak will perish" and "resistance is futile."

How accurate is the information presented in this pamphlet? [ aka if it's watered down, she wants to hear the unfiltered version. ]

[signalized]

[Bruce has been here long enough to know that there are people from different worlds and different time periods and things that shouldn't go together often do. so even though she's dressed up like someone from the victorian period Bruce doesn't assume that means she doesn't know what she's doing.

her world could be something steam punk themed, after all.

but either way she seems very adapt at what she's doing which is enough to catch his attention, distracting him momentarily from the task of getting himself coffee. he makes his way over.]

If you're trying to find a way to send communications out of this place, you'll be disappointed.

[he may have tried to see if he could contact Alfred at one point.]

Zoë Washburn | Firefly/Serenity

[talkingaintdoin]

[Network]

[The image being projected on the network's screen is of a woman who is decidedly not happy. And when she speaks, dry and level and dangerous isn't even the beginning of how her voice sounds.]

Any person here care to tell me the reason my quarters looks like a piñata was exploded inside of it? And where my jacket's run off to in the space of five minutes?

[And if she finds out that some person is responsible for that, they might want to run and hide. For life.]

[Action]

[Ending up on a strange desert planet isn't something new for Zoë. Jungle, however, is new. And for a while, she's okay with relaxing near the oasis until she gets her footing. The rucksack of food is actually more than she and the crew of Serenity had from time to time. And more than just protein. Besides, the clothes are close enough to what she normally wears that it doesn't bother her.

Of course, all good things must come to an end. When asked if she wants to go into the deeper treeline, the former soldier just looks at her companion as if they've grown a second head.]

You're askin' if I want to leave this veritable paradise to go traispin' around in a jungle. I can't tell if you're joking or serious, to be honest. I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but generally there are dangerous animals in those trees and the like.

network

[directed]

Have you considered it could be because a piñata was exploded inside of it?

[It is Wonderland; Rip has come to accept that there is essentially nothing impossible that goes on here.]

Perhaps some of the children got bored and your room was the unfortunate victim. Assuming you are seeing a copious amount of candy. Sorry; rather hard to tell if you were being literal or not.