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

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

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

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

Are we dead?

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

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

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

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

II

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

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

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

Okay. Take stock. Face facts.

Still in clothing.

No physical pain.

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

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

Hi.

IV.

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

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

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

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

No getting stuck.]

Edited 2015-01-31 19:36 (UTC)

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. ]

[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.]

[ 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.

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

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

Wonderland? Really? It's preposterous.

And that thing about the mirrors? Ridiculous.

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

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

Right.]

Edited 2015-02-01 01:03 (UTC)

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Edited 2015-02-01 08:56 (UTC)

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

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

[He turns quickly, somewhat startled by the intrusion, but doing his best to hide it. He smiles thinly and holds up the brochure.]

That's what this thing says. But, uh... [He glances back at the mirror and shrugs.] Looks like any old mirror to me.

Edited 2015-02-01 15:00 (UTC)

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

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

New arrival, huh?

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

[ Normally she would know someone was behind her, she'd be able to hear them, sense it. But she's distracted with the video and when Hayley speaks Kira jumps tossing the phone in the air. It doesn't clatter to the floor though, her reflexes letting her catch it before it did.

She whirled around to face her.]

Oh god! I wasn't expecting anyone to walk in.

[ Hayley has the grace to look apologetic as she gives the newcomer a sheepish smile and lifts her hand in a wave. ]

Sorry about that. Should have made more noise. I didn't mean to startle you. Nice reflexes though.

You lost? You literally just got here, didn't you?

More than lost. I woke up in a room with a brochure and no idea what's going on.

[ 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.

[Was that--?

It was!

He blinks dumbly for a moment before realising he should probably, y'know, actually open a feed before trying to talk to the video. So he does.]

Kira? Hey! Um, it's hard to explain. You've been magically kidnapped. ...okay, not so hard to explain. [He laughs sheepishly and rubs at the back of his neck.] We kind of all have. --well, all of us that are here. Not everyone we know is here. It's... complicated.

Where are you? Entrance hall?

[As soon as Scott's face appears on the video she feels herself relax. If Scott is here then everything will be ok. ]

Scott! [She smiles at him and then quirks an eyebrow. ] Where is here exactly? How do we get home?

I'm uh, I have no idea where I am?

( ii )

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

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

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

Edited 2015-02-02 03:02 (UTC)

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?

[She follows his gaze, nodding.] It's what's on the other side that's the problem.

[A pause, and she laughs at herself.] I've been here nearly six months and that still can't quite believe it myself.

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

Ash?

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

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

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

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

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grant ward | agents of shield | mcu

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Kira Yukimura | Teen Wolf

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metatron | spn | end of s9 pre 10.

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