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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!

Comments

[catrims]

Flattering as that may be- ( And a load of horse crap, she knows that much. It has been a long time since he was this age, although she has missed that little charm of his ) -this appears to be a far more serious situation.

( It isn't time for jokes, Potter. Although the fact that he is relaxed enough - his jokes friendly rather than worried at all, and that he seemed more surprised at her being there than anything else is a cause for concern.

On top of him being alive and school age, and she can't very well just ask how old he is without having to explain for too much )

From what I read I know where we are- ( Vaguely. She has a name but not a where or how. There weren't any portkeys, and what about him? ) -although that was as helpful as that was. You might want to explain why it's been a long time, however.

( Because she hadn't missed that. How had it been a long time? It was for her, but for him? It was impossible )

[pottershotter]

Oh, a Sirius situation? I ought to go fetch him!

[Ha. Hilarious. But no, she's right. It is a serious situation and he's forcing any lightheartedness now. So, he tones it down a bit.]

Well...Wonderland makes time a bit wonky. When someone is pulled here, time stops for them at home. No one knows they've gone, and then when they go back they don't remember anything about this place or realize they left at all. At least, that's what I've heard, and...I'm willing to bet that if I haven't mentioned anything about being whisked off to Wonderland, that'll probably be the case for me too.

[Damn it. They'll have to work harder on that one. Though, he's already trying to rewrite it in his head - maybe he just wouldn't have said anything because it sounds absolutely mad, but he still can't help seeming disappointed by that point.]

Unfortunately, time doesn't really move here either. You'd never know it looking at me, but...I've been stuck here for almost four years now. I was brought here not long after getting the news about being Head Boy next year.

[Which means by all accounts he should be almost twenty-one - the same age he'll be when he dies - and yet he still looks like a seventh-year.]

Hermione Granger | Harry Potter

[soveryclever]

I

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! ))

[matchmade]

[ Well hey now, she would recognize that glowing dorito chip anywhere! Which, in her mind, explains why and how she ended up stuck in wonderland. Bill, stop messing with her life, geez. It got old the first time. ]

You. Get me out of here, you freaky triangle!

*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.

I

[wer]

[ 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. ]

scenario one

[cupboards]

[ Harry's up pretty early. Mostly because he's got things he wants to spend the day doing. His arms are full of miscellaneous supplies; papers, pencils, a book or two he found on Quidditch, and other similar things. He plans to see if James minds him hanging around later, but for now, he misses flying, and wants to see if he can't figure out how to keep up on his practice while in wonderland.

He runs right by McGonagall at first, but stops once he gets a few feet away. He's pretty sure he just saw a cat reading the doors. It's not exactly the strngest thing in the world, he knows talking animals are a thing, and he also knows that certain people from his world can turn into animals, but...well! He hasn't really run into anything like that in recent months.

He turns back around, eyeing the cat curiously. ]

Er--are you looking for someone?

I

[cupboards]

[ Wonderland's been pretty great in most respects, weird events and Jabberwocky attacks aside. His parents are here, after all, so he could never really say he hates the place. Even if he misses his friends and Hogwarts.

Which is why he's incredibly excited to see a familiar face. She seems older by a few years, but there's no mistaking who it is; ]

Hermione! [ He's grinning. He's not really sure if her being here would be considered good or bad, but he's definitely happy to see her regardless. ] Did you just get here? I bet you have loads of questions.

[improvident]

[This has got to be so embarrassing - two different-colored shoes? It's not even Wednesday, the socially-acceptable day to wear different-colored shoes. Bill almost feels bad for the kid.]

ЩΉӨ, MΣ?

[His eye glows menacingly.]

I KПӨЩ Σ V Σ Я Y Ƭ Ή I П G.

[improvident]

[The Dorito is partly thrilled to see one of his favorite torment toys and partly concerned that they're both stuck. As concerned as an inter-dimensional dream demon can be, anyway.]

ᄂӨӨK, ƧΉӨӨƬIПG ƧƬΛЯ, ƬΉΛƬ ЩӨЦᄂD BΣ FIПΣ ΛПD DΛПDY IF I PЦƬ ЦƧ ΉΣЯΣ IП ƬΉΣ FIЯƧƬ PᄂΛᄃΣ.

[Which he didn't, for the record. And isn't this chubby-cheeked child often running amok with her pig and/or her meddling brother?]

...ЩΉΣЯΣ'Ƨ PIПΣ ƬЯΣΣ, ΛПYЩΛY? ЯΛIƧIПG ƬΉΣ DΣΛD ΛGΛIП?

[singloversing]

[That's deeply unsettling. ...But also kind of fascinating at the same time.]

Everything? Really?

[He ponders the implications of that for a second. Can there really be something out there that knows everything? Everything encompasses so much, after all.]

Does...that mean you can read minds, or something?

[He's got to be able to. How else would he know about Sara and Greg?]

[soveryclever]

[ When Hermione receives the reply, she's caught off guard from someone knowing her so immediately. Has her reputation preceded her that thoroughly? ]

I--well. Yes, I am.

[ Maybe that means her friends are definitely here? It gives her mixed feelings. Regardless, she needs information, so she will get it! Her chest puffs out a bit. ]

So you've heard of them, haven't you? Are they here?

[soveryclever]

H-Harry?!

[ Give her a second. She's trying to get over how tiny he is and all the implications that come with that. ]

I-- [ She swallows down the millions of questions that immediately spring to mind, most of them concerning his current state. ] I just got here, yes.

[ There's a long pause. ]

What's the...last thing you remember before getting here?

[ Was she that small, too? Goodness. ]

Two

[soveryclever]

[ Hermione's been marveling at everything in the mansion, trying to decipher the magic behind it. It breaks a great deal of the magical laws back home, anyway, and she desperately wants to know the hows and whys. Honestly, closets that can create something out of nothing? There has to be somewhere they're pulling from.

But she's not investigating the closets now. She's made her way to the kitchen to feed her stomach so that she can feed her mind. Only...there's a cat there.

She makes a slight face at it, almost tempted to shoo it off the counter. But right as she opens her mouth, she closes it immediately. She knows this cat. Which definitely explains the reading she's now noticing. ]

Would you...like some help, Professor?

[intelligently]

( Given Lydia's frequent visits to the library she is safe to say that this girl is new. No, se doesn't actually know everyone that comes to the library since she takes her books out but with the mountain of books that she had beside her it was safe to guess that she was new.

And troubled. Everyone was troubled when they arrived here )

The books aren't going to just disappear.

( Or she coupd take them back to her room with her. If she had one - had she done that yet? )

[soveryclever]

[ Hermione abruptly raises her head, blinking rapidly. It looks like she's snapping out of a daydream. ]

Oh, sorry, I-- [ She shakes her head a bit to clear it. She was so into things she nearly thought Madam Pince had walked up to shoo her out. Maybe that's a sign she's been in here too long. ] They...might?

[ She's no stranger to books doing strange things. She distinctly remembers one in Hogwarts's library trying to smack her when she picked it up. (Then again, it was titled How Best to Surprise Your Enemies.) So she wouldn't put it past these books to try doing something similar, as full of magic as this place was.

Hermione returns her attention to the book in her hands. Well, half her attention. She's trying to be polite and give some attention to the girl who's just walked up, but this book has drawn her in too deeply. ]

Hello, by the winter. [ Slight pause. She was so busy reading that she said a word she just recently read instead of what she meant to say. ] Way, I mean. By the way.

[ She sighs at herself, forcing herself to lower the book. ] Hermione Granger. It's nice to meet you.

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.

[wer]

Harry is. [ And now he supposes he'll have to come up with some reason he knows her name. ] He's mentioned you.

Haha - no worries! I'm glad he's got someone from canon I can bounce him off

[spaghettituesdays]

It wasn't heaven - he was sure of that much. Wherever he was, it was someplace inbetween. There were no walkers, but there was also little he recognized. So Herschel kept to the sides of the mansion, careful to walk slowly and take in his surroundings. It was a mercy he'd at least come with his prosthetic - his chances of finding crutches in a place like this were probably slim.

Rounding the corner, he was relieved to at last see a familiar face.

A small smile for Michonne, the woman who had become part of his family. Fearsome against the walkers and humans alike, but he'd seen through to her heart, to her humanity. Michonne had tried to bury it like so many survivors and it had done Herschel's heart good to see it begin to surface again.

"Well. It's good to finally see a familiar face after this long."

[soveryclever]

[ Hermione looks simultaneously happy and upset at the news. Her mixed feelings have been scrambled up even more. Harry's here! Good. But not Ron. Bad. Harry's trapped here! Bad. But not Ron. Good.

One hand comes up to rub at her temple as she tries to sort through the emotional overload she's dealing with. ]

I--I see. He's one of my best friends, so I suppose that's understandable.

[ Her hand drops with a small sigh. ] Thanks for letting me know. I really appreciate it.

[ There's a slight pause. She immediately wants to run off and find Harry, but first... ]

I know this may sound a bit odd, but I feel like I know you from somewhere.

[catrims]

( Oh, good, another student. That was exactly the kind of thing that this place needed, the kidnapping of more students. Although at least Miss Granger appears to be of a similar age to how Minerva remembers her - unlike Mr Potter.

The cat, lifting its head from its reading and standing on the counter turns fully to face Hermione, looking at her for a few seconds before jumping down from the counter. The cat isn't what lands, however, with Minerva changing back mid jump and instead standing now in front of Hermione. At least with Miss Granger being her company not everything was lost. If there ever was a mind that could work on a puzzle, especially a magical puzzle like this one, then it would be Hermione Granger )

It's good to see that you're quite safe. ( Or at least uninjured. She does prefer her students that way ) I trust that you've noticed the situation. What I was just reading seems to provide little use, unfortunately.

[catrims]

( The voice manages to quickly turn the cat's attention away from reading the doors and to its owner. The familiar voice is of a strange bit of comfort mixed with worry over the fact that students are also here, especially Harry Potter. She'd asked once before why he always seemed to be in middle of something mthat was going on, but in serious matters it was obvious why he would be involved - as much as she didn't like it. But to be kidnapped here? Something serious had to be going on.

When the cat turned, looking first at Potter before taking a few steps to sit in front of him, there was a little surprise to its expression. This was not the Harry Potter that she was expecting to see but rather appeared to be one from a few years previous to her. Perhaps her worry over this being a serious situation was an understatement. If something could turn one of her students backwards in age it could very well be a grave situation.

The cat said nothing, with animagi being unable to talk as their animal, but it did look up it him, perhaps in familiarity - the cat certainly well knew him. She could have changed back, answered his questions but it was a very public place - aand unfamiliar. What if there were muggles around? It may be a grave situation but they still had to adhere to their own laws of secrecy.

After a few moments of sitting before him the cat stands again, walking away down the hall and hoping that in Potter's ever curious nature that he would follow. He'd stopped enough to talk to a cat )

[catrims]

( Never mind the four years here bit for now, Minerva is still stuck on that first part. Especially considering she is from his future, and how he is still here )

If time does stop, how do you explain the fact that I would then be from your future? You weren't gone.

( A distant future too, in some respects. Although for a lot of that future he was actually gone - dead, but he was from a point that that had not yet happened to him. And it wasn't going to be a fact that she mentions either )

Unless you are actually in two places at once.

( With a very extended time turner? Or similar, if time didn't move here. Something froze time in one place and allowed it to move in the other - keeping things moving at both place. Potter was gone, but also still there )

[wordvomit]

[A smile twitches onto his face and the Pie Maker, whose expressions are often much more sober than the norm, nods.]

If you can find it, the eighth floor diner is where the pie is.

[She may smell it before she sees it.]

[fratricidal_tendencies]

That shouldn't present too great a challenge. Besides, I would do much more to spend time with a friend? Friend in the making?