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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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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.]

Re: I

[fratricidal_tendencies]

[ He's a stranger to her, which she didn't entirely expect. She wondered where Mason was hiding and watching, as he surely was. She offers a small, polite smile and holds out her hand. ]

Well. It's nice to not be alone, I think. My name is Margot Verger.

[ingrantitude]

[Ward is torn. Offer a fake name, offer an alias, or just not say anything? He keeps a hand pressed over his side and just stares for a brief moment before shaking it away.]

It's nice to know I'm not in Kansas anymore. [He frowns.] This isn't Puerto Rico is it.

[fratricidal_tendencies]

[ She can't help but smile a bit.]

I don't think it's warm enough for Puerto Rico.

[ She tilts her head at his gesture. ]

Are you in pain?

[ingrantitude]

[This is a loaded question. Is he in pain? Yes. He's bruised and he's not entirely sure about one of those gunshots to the side. It's gone through and he can feel the bullet moving around in there every time he breathes. It's a reminder of how badly he screwed up and it keeps him angry.

Good. If he's angry he can keep going. The more in pain he is the more he can keep his mind clear and figure out what to do next. He can think through pain -

(physical pain)

It keeps the bad things at bay.

Leaning against the wall he fixes a very, very steady gaze on her before shaking his head slowly]

I could use directions to a medical professional but no.

[He may be wearing dark blue clothing but some of it looks very black. Like he's bleeding. There are things that betray him, the smallest facial twitches, the way he's sort of leaning but honestly...]

I'm not in pain.

[He won't tell a single soul about that.]

[fratricidal_tendencies]

[ She does not believe him. Margot is sadly familiar with all injuries, large and small. And she knows about trying to hide them, so Mason can't gloat over how he's gotten under her skin, in more ways that one. ]

If you are injured, perhaps I can help you. I'm no professional, but I know a lot about wounds.

[ There is a darkness in her eyes, years of pain visible, etched across her features, for just a flash. ]

[ingrantitude]

[That was him once. He could tell. The moment he sees that pain and anguish he can tell and he stops to study her for a long moment. He felt that, he had that.

It's really refreshing having it finally beaten out of you and no longer care. Twitching, he nods mutely. No sense in bleeding to death.]

No doctors here? No medical professionals? Nothing that you saw or heard?

[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?

[fratricidal_tendencies]

[ Margot doesn't recognize Alana, but then she has no reason to. So, two complete strangers. Totally. Nothing in common. ]

I believe so, yes. But I'm not really sure of where I am.

[ A deprecating smile curves her lips, and she holds out a hand. ]

I'm Margot Verger.

[guestlectures]

Alana Bloom. [Swapping the dog's leash to the other hand, Alana takes hers and shakes it.]

This place is... a little hard to explain. You read the brochure?

[fratricidal_tendencies]

[ Watch that name mean nothing wheee. ]

I did. But I'm afraid it's given me more questions than answers.

[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.

[fratricidal_tendencies]

[ She feels a rush of relief at the familiar voice, even if she is somewhat leery of Hannibal's counsel, still. That relief is plain on her face and in her tone. ]

Dr. Lecter. Is this brochure... factual?

[avoirfaim]

It is, though you may find that it only gets harder to believe from there.

[ Leery of his counsel is good, it puts her ahead of the curve. Relief is better, it shows him what he already knows: that he's better than the brightest and most astute.]

[fratricidal_tendencies]

[ That was not the answer she had hoped for. Still, she has never known him to lie to her, or, if he has, she hasn't caught him in it. But no one catches Hannibal until he wants to be caught. His presence does make her reconsider Mason's involvement. ]

And so this is not, as I had imagined, another of Mason's horrid tricks?

[avoirfaim]

Your brother couldn't pull this off even if he tried very hard.

[ Hannibal doesn't lie, not if he can help it. A lie is far easier to catch than a half-truth. ]

Aside from the expected amount of confusion, how are you feeling Margot?

[fratricidal_tendencies]

[ Margot finds this nugget of information to be marginally reassuring. On the other hand, if Mason is not responsible....she is in for a world of hell when she returns home. ]

Confused and resigned, for the moment.

[ She hesitates, and plows ahead, though she is not sure what she hopes for an answer. ]

Should I expect other familiar faces?

[avoirfaim]

Both fair emotions to have, given the extended circumstances as well as your own. As for familiar faces, only Will Graham and myself. For now.

/tiptoes in hi hope u don't mind me........

[wordvomit]

[Overly familiar - a familiarity that borders on licentious conduct, perhaps, although flirting with disaster falls within Ned's purview and existence in general - with the strange, the unknown, and the discomfiting, the Pie Maker feels the frustration of a new arrival on a deep and spiritual level. Nice people should not be taken away from their homes and comfortable trappings, nice people should be permitted to enjoy life without unwanted powers and cruel relatives.

Nice people should not be forced to search for answers in a place that has none.]

Uh. Hey.

[Hands in his pockets as per the norm, Ned was in the middle of a walk down the hall when he heard a distressed cry for contact and, poking his head into the nearest open doorway, sees an impeccably-dressed (albeit clearly upset) woman.]

Hi. [With all the grace of a baby giraffe learning to walk for the first time, Ned sidesteps into the tea room, concern written into his considerable brow.] ...Are you okay?

Re: y hallo thar

[fratricidal_tendencies]

[ She is instantly cautious. Even well-meaning, seemingly innocent encounters have had consequences for her of late. And yet, she arranges her features into a polite smile, a little embarrassed at herself. ]

Hello. I am... physically well, though, this brochure makes me worry for my mental state.

[wordvomit]

[It's okay, Ned had a panic attack when he first arrived in Wonderland, so by all accounts she's taking this rather well.]

...oh. Yeah, it's...not great. [Dean Winchester wrote it. As if Ned expected anything less.] It isn't wrong for the most part, just...poorly-written.

[The Pie Maker is certain he has seen more informative descriptions on bubblegum wrappers. He grimaces apologetically at the woman and offers a little shrug, toeing the carpet with his Chucks.]

You are in Wonderland, though. That's accurate.

[fratricidal_tendencies]

[Margot is not precisely reassured by this information, but she will take it in stride for now. She still thinks this is all some elaborate hoax of Mason's concocting, but it's best to play along for now. He won't be satisfied with taking her baby and any hope for more. He likes her suffering too much. Still, this man is likely unaware. She holds out a hand, not knowing of his problems.]

Be that as it may, there's no reason I can't be sociable. My name is Margot Verger.

[She expects him to recognize the name and misidentify her as the heir.]

[wordvomit]

[The information isn't necessarily intended to be reassuring, as Ned is a "glass half-empty and laced with cyanide" sort of person, but he has his moments. Now is not one of them. To the Pie Maker, being sociable is an exhausting chore fraught with verbal sinkholes into which he can step, conversational traps and the dreaded interpersonal obligations.

Shaking hands like a normal person is one of those obligations, but Ned does not do touching and it takes every ounce of his considerable self-control to reach out and accept her hand gingerly for a brief shake before his fingers return to his pockets.

Achievement: Unlocked]

I'm Ned.

[He does not recognize her name or her reputation, offering a fleeting (sheepish) smile.]

The, uh, Pie Maker.

[fratricidal_tendencies]

[Margot can't help but grin.] the Pie Maker. [She echoes bemusedly. How cute. He has a pseudonym of sorts.]

I imagine you must love to bake. Do you have a favorite?

[She used to once upon a time but now she hates the taste of chocolate. Another sweet thing Mason has made bitter.]