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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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[Ward listens to this. He hits upon the words Seduced on purpose, then he hears the rest of it. Her brother had her forcibly sterilized.]

....If you still love him after that you're an idiot. There are plenty of other people out there for you.

[he pulls himself up into a siting position.] Plenty of people who would be willing to sit with you, willing to help you. There always are.

[He can't stand it. she's just like some version of himself where he gave up completely. Where he hadn't recognized that they had hollowed him out. All of them...

Trying to get to his feet proves more difficult then he'd expected and he falls back to the bed with a groan.] ...You just have to reach out for them.

[He grimaces. Moving isn't happening any time soon.]

....It's like looking into a goddamn mirror.

[ Irritably, she swats him on the arm..]

Stop moving. You'll make it worse.

There is no one out there for me. I gambled on my one chance, and I lost that gamble. I knew the risks. I don't need or want anyone's pity.

I have survived him all my life, and I will continue to do so.

[He blinks at her and raises an eyebrow before he stares at her, really stares.

A minute goes by, then a first, a second, and a third.]

...That's the first step towards real power and self realization. I hope you know that.

[It took him forever to find it himself.] Do you want help kicking his ass though.

Help?

[ it's a strange alien concept to her.]

Who would help me, and more importantly, why?

I would.

[He's left staring upward at her. Then he looks away.] Because I can. It's my -

[It was.]

it's my job. To help those who can't help themselves.

I see. That is quite generous of you to offer. But you may feel differently once you have healed your injuries.

[It's not an offer.]

When I was eight years old my older brother threw my younger brother down a well.

[Ward leans back against the pillows, closing his eyes.]

We were on vacation. He was back from boarding school. My grandmother had sent him there to try and get him away from my father and my mother. Rich...uppercrust...washington DC jet set.

[he'd gotten the whole story from Christian. Just to be sure. Just to be safe.] Mother had bought Thomas a new toy. She couldn't remember what it was. Christian got jealous. He was five years old. I was eight. Mother let him play outside while Christian was sent upstairs to do his homework.

He convinced him to go down to the well we had on the property and threw him in. Taking him out to play. He swam there for almost ten minutes. Until I threw him a rope to help fish him out.

[Ward's voice is soft.] When mother found out she hit Christian so hard she chipped one of his teeth. She broke my wrist. Thomas was driven to the hospital with the two of us.

[He presses a hand to his head. Just thinking about it gives him a headache.] She admitted as much to the both of us, before I shot her.

So I know. I know what it is to suffer. And I know what it is to have an abuser in your life.

[He's been staring out the window this whole time remembering his mother. "Grant. When you were born, I didn't want to touch you. You were conceived after I begged your father to never touch me again. You can come back and kill me. You can do whatever the hell you want to me but you deserve to know, I never loved either of you."

He turns back to look at her.] I want to help.

[ She knows nothing of the details of his inner turmoil. But she recognizes him as one of the walking wounded. In more than the obvious way. She reaches out, carefully, and puts her hand briefly on his. Just as quickly she shies away.]

Then when you are healed, I will let you help. You remind me of someone.

[He stares at it passively before looking back at her and shrugging. The movement sends pain down his side and he winces.]

We can't stay here for long.

[First things first.]

We don't know who or what's here. Any weapons around?

[ The look she gives him is the definition of puzzled. ]

You don't look in any shape to be bouncing around. And I haven't seen any weapons. Why would there be any?

Anything can be a weapon if you think about it.

[It takes effort to curb his impatience. He breathes.] We don't know who owns this house. You really want to be caught unawares?

[ She shivers. For a girl who has been constantly tormented in life, she is still otherwise very sheltered in a lot of ways. No soldier here. ]

There's no real reason to assume they mean us harm.

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