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I. Second Time's The Charm This... this looks awfully familiar, and... familiar in an awful way. Look around all you like, it won't change, it won't go away. You are in Wonderland. No, worse: You're back in Wonderland. Just when everything was nice and comfortable at home, or-- or wasn't it? Maybe you're happy to be here again. Hey, no judgement, free room and board is nothing to scoff at! Blessing or curse, that's really up to you; all you know for sure is that, apparently, you're here to stay. II. What will you children do next? It's time for another wonderful event in Wonderland! For its duration characters will suddenly find themselves ten years older or younger. This can be physically, mentally, or both, i.e., if your character is 20 years old right now, they may become 10 physically but still have the mind and memories of their 20-year-old self, or they may revert to the mentality of their 10-year-old self and lose all the memories they have of being older. Characters over 200 years old may even age by a century, as a decade isn't that long for them. III. Through The Looking-Glass What an extraordinary day! All of Wonderland's mirrors-- just the things, not the capital Mirrors, not the ones like you --are suddenly shattered! Shards on the floor as far as the eye can see, and empty frames that are just begging to be stepped through! Oh, but you should really stay on your side unless the Queen of Hearts orders it otherwise. Or should you? Who's to say she wouldn't want you to investigate? Go ahead, go on, explore the real side for a change! Or... stay put right where you are, and see who comes to visit. It's really up to you. 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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freya mikaelson | the originals | circa 218, let me know if you don't want spoilers

[deathlessness]

IV

[This ... is not where Freya is supposed to be.

At first she thinks it may be one of Dahlia's tricks, but the more she explores, the more she realizes that as powerful as her aunt may be, she could never create something this elaborate, especially not if it's something meant to imprison Freya in her own mind. Nothing here is familiar or comforting, nothing that Freya would want to hide away in. Another's hand is at work here, and until she determines who that is, she's keeping her distance, only speaking when she is spoken to and quietly watching as entries and announcements are made on this strange device she was given.

Eventually she will determine that her siblings are here and seek them out, but until that moment comes she sticks to the shadows for now. It is the thing that has always served her best and when the road ahead of you is uncertain, it's always smart to fall back on old habits.]

omg freya and i am good with all the spoilers :D please let me know if this works?

[therapize]

[The most obvious place to find the Mikaelsons are in the rooms they've made home, two of which are only a few doors down from Cami's. She's on her way out, meaning to head upstairs to her "office" of sorts, when she sees a young woman near one of those rooms.]

If you're looking for Kol, I'm pretty sure he's out. [Unless he and Davina had come back from whatever they were doing that Cami refuses to think too much about so long as her friend is still happy. Regardless, she isn't a familiar face for Cami, so she offers a smile as she steps over.] Are you new around here? I mean, this mansion is pretty huge--impossibly huge, actually--but I don't think I've seen you before.

[And Cami keeps a pretty good eye on the network, not to mention that she works at the bar, one of the more popular spots in Wonderland.]

Either way, I'm Cami.

yep, this is perfect!

[deathlessness]

[Freya's hand had wandered over the door for a moment, feeling the presence of her brother in it, but when she hears the other voice, her head snaps to the sound, studying the other woman carefully for a moment. She and Kol had never met, not truly, but right now, the woman - Cami - was right. He wasn't here.

Cami was.

She knows of her, the woman that Klaus was attached to. Finn had developed something of an infatuation with her himself, and while Freya didn't know her well enough to understand it, she had at least appreciated that her brother had something that he could grow attached to. It was a thing she cared about, before he decided that anything was expendable in terms of achieving his end goal.

Now she's simply curious, wanting to know if this would provide her with any leverage.]

I am, actually. Very new.

[She takes a step forward and her face brightens with a smile, testing the waters as she extends a hand.]

I'm afraid I simply got turned around. My name is Freya.

[And with that, she will wait and see if she's recognized or not.]

yay :D

[therapize]

Cami. [There's not a trace of recognition in her expression, nor any hestiance in taking that offered hand. Someone being lost in Wonderland's halls isn't at all a new occurance, and Cami in turn knows how to take it in stride. But then again, it seems like this newcomer Freya does as well. Getting lost is easy enough to do, but she doesn't show any signs of confusion that are typical for the freshly arrived.]

Have you gotten the whole "Welcome to Wonderland" spiel? It can get pretty crazy. [Spoken from experience.] I don't know what kind of place you come from, but there isn't a lot that can prepare you for the things that happen here.

sorry this is so late

[deathlessness]

Oh, my world has it's fair share of ... eccentricities.

[She turns back to her with a small smile.]

Whatever this place is, I think I'll be able to manage just fine.

Re: sorry this is so late

[therapize]

Well, no one can fault your optimism. [And more power to the woman for it. If she can maintain that positive attitude throughout her stay, Freya would be better off than many in Wonderland.] My world is pretty special too. I didn’t even know how special until fairly recently—but having my whole sense of reality shaken up only did so much to prepare me for this place.

[deathlessness]

I'm sure.

[Not that Freya is a very recent convert to the ways of magic and vampires and werewolves, but she can at least sympathize with Cami's predicament. It's a complicated one to say the least, but from what she knows of her, the woman at least manages to navigate it with grace.]

At least it sounds like it's hardly boring.

[hybrida]

[ He's made himself at home in the library, a rare occurrence. It's typical for Klaus to seek out others, for entertainment or just simply for some sort of power play against them. There's only so much he can take of being idle before it drives him (even more) insane.

Today, he's found a few books to occupy himself with. Entries on magic are of particular interest, since Klaus has managed to find some information even he'd been unaware of.

A new comer roams through the stacks, catching his attention. He watches her from his peripheral before commenting on her presence, never once looking up. ]

Newly arrived? [ There's a casual page turn on his part. He's emulating his older brother here. ]

[deathlessness]

[The sound of his voice grips at her in a way she tries to anticipate, making her straighten her spine and grit her teeth. She had hoped to pass her time here without encountering him, especially when it became clear that no one from New Orleans is aware of her existence.

That, however, is not meant to be, so she simply tries to be as pleasant as possible, so that the conversation does not dally longer than it has to. It's hard, being pleasant to the man who had just murdered her father right in front of her, but she doesn't have a choice.

She did it with Dahlia for a thousand years, surely she could do it with Klaus as well.]

Yes, unfortunately. I've been told this place receives them often.

[hybrida]

[ Now, he glances up at her, book momentarily forgotten in his lap. Klaus is never the welcome wagon anyone ones, whether they know him or not. There are times that he almost thrives on intimidating their newest residents. For now, he's content to sit in his chair and study her. ]

So often I wonder if there's any sort of capacity limit in place. I suppose it can be considered a blessing that people tend to disappear just as often as they arrive.

[ If only the people who disappeared were the ones who have been constant thorns in his side. ]

My name is Klaus. You'll find there's no way to predict the length of your stay, nor of when exactly you'll be able to return. [ There's a hint of annoyance laced through is words. Nothing he hates more than being at the whim of an unknown entity. ]

[deathlessness]

That sounds familiar.

[Though her voice is quiet she knows it won't be quiet enough for him not to hear her. She pauses for a moment, before deciding to opt for a story that allows her distance but doesn't force her to play a complete fool.]

I know who you are. I'm a member of the Tremé Coven.

[Not a complete lie, given Josephine's acceptance of her after dealing with Eva Sinclair. There's a pause for a moment, almost as though if she's debating whether she should give her name or not, but at least it will give her an attempt to gauge how much her family knows about her at this point.]

My name is Freya.

[hybrida]

[ This has his complete attention - he closes the book when she mentions they're already acquainted in some manner. His eyes narrow, studying her until she gives her name.

Then his eyebrows raise just a hair. ]

I see. [ His voice shows nothing of his burning curiosity and his immediate distrust. It's instinctual, to not give this stranger the benefit of a doubt. Especially if she's a witch. ] I had a sibling named Freya, long ago. Never knew her myself.

That's an unusual name for a New Orleans witch. Were you born there?

[deathlessness]

No. I wasn't. But Josephine LaRue has been very kind to me.

[She doesn't give anything in response to his sister having the same name. As far as Freya is concerned, he doesn't get the chance to know her now.]

I hear she isn't very fond of your family.

[honesta]

[ His impulse control lately is leaving much to be desired. He's not entirely certain what his mother managed to do to him, but he detests it. He detests not being in complete control of his faculties. He worked hard to craft this control. Over a thousand years and it's just thrown away like it was never really there at all. His mother was correct though in a lot of ways. Elijah was a monster. Right down to his core and Tatia was proof of that. It made his chest ache just thinking about it.

Elijah doesn't recognize her when they pass in the hallway, but he gives her a curt nod. A greeting for a stranger. They don't talk that day though. Elijah carries on with his day and tries to steer clear of people if at all possible. He doesn't trust himself with this many heartbeats in one confined space. Especially with all the threats made to his family by a specific hunter turned obnoxious demon.

He does however notice her in the kitchen when he enters. He hesitates though and almost considers fleeing. He holds though and tries to muster up a smile. Though not very big. It's difficult to that these days. ] Pantry'll give you anything you'd like.

[deathlessness]

[Elijah is the one brother at the moment that she is fond of, that she feels she at least has something of an accord with. She knows the damage that her mother has done, the way she has broken him in the basest of ways, and while the sister in her wants to reach out and comfort him, she knows she can't afford to not play her cards close to the chest. Not until she determines how close he is with Klaus here.

She glances over with a small, teasing smile at the suggestion, before glancing back towards the door curiously.]

Is it magic or does it simply ... carry an abundance of everything?

spoilers fine! sorry about not recognizing you sis :c

[equalmeasure]

[Rebekah, too, has ventured out into the mansion at large rather than remaining in her room, much like Klaus, though where he chose to settle into the library, she's opted to make herself comfortable in the little coffee shop on the first floor, perched at one of the tables nearest the window with her legs crossed, idly skimming through any public messages that might have been issued throughout the day on her phone.

The Wonderland gossip mill leaves a great deal to be desired, at times, but she likes to remain informed, even if she doesn't always actively participate.

She only briefly glances up when she hears someone else enter, having only a passing interest in seeing who it might be, but she's somewhat surprised to see that it's a face she doesn't recognize-- and yet there's something familiar about this girl all the same, something unsettling.]

You're new.

[It's a cool and careful observation, neither friendly nor hostile.]

if you would rather drop this and bounce this over to a musebox that's cool

[deathlessness]

[She turns and sees her sister, not as she met her but as she's supposed to be and it takes her aback for a moment. She sees the similarities in her, to herself, her mother, and there's that sense of family there.

A family she should have had. A family she was never going to get to have. Not if Klaus had his way.

Still, she plays dumb for now, glancing over with a small smile.]

Yes, I am. Just recently arrived, in fact.

app or i wont luv u anymore

[malefice]

[ When Kol opens his door he doesn't expect to see a familiar looking blonde - something about her stirs memories of his past and makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Blue eyes flicker down to her necklace for a moment before he looks back up to her eyes.

A bit startled but he can work past it. ]

Alright - may I help you?

[ He doesn't exactly know what to expect - this familiar stranger hovering by his door. Kol's met a lot of people - and when he recognises one but can't place why, it makes him a bit nervous. Especially as a human. ]

Normally people just phone me.

[ Well, that meant he wasn't going out like he'd planned. Instead he steps to the side offering to let her in his room if she wants but not vocally inviting her in. Kol offers his sister a smile, friendly but not reaching his eyes. He's still too new to know all the people here, but if someone that knew him had been lingering without saying anything, it's probably not good. ]

i make no promises

[deathlessness]

[She glances over and for a brief moment she wonders if he does in fact recognize her. Kol doesn't leave an impression of one who's easily knocked off balance, but since she's keeping her true identity to herself with the rest of her siblings, it only stands to reason that she do the same here. There's an apologetic smile, before she shakes her head.]

Sorry. I just ... your name seemed familiar. I didn't mean to disturb you.

[She also can't help but be idly curious as to how much magic and power he has. Can he sense her? Or can she play innocent a little while longer?]

uvu u kno u wanna

[malefice]

Did it?

[ Only a handful of people know where he roomed, and even less knew his true identity, so her words cause him only more suspicion and nervousness. The younger Mikaelson's gaze moves past her to Rebekah's room, trying to make a short decision of whether or not he should be calling her for help dealing with a possible enemy or protecting her from one... ]


I'm not at all disturbed, darling. [ That's hardly true but it's far more polite than the blunt questions he wishes to ask. He wants to reach out and offer to shake her hand, but if his suspicions are true that trick will be observed and possibly called out for what it really is - an attempt at a simple connection of power - a read on what and who she is. A tactic he's learned can be quite unpleasant if dealing with a demon. ]

Would you like to come in? The halls aren't too safe at the moment with Dean prancing about with a rabid trigger finger.

[So he uses a different trick, one he'd learned from Davina - reaching out with magic instead of a hand; whilst wonderland made it easier to channel the magic around them from such a place, even more perks arise. To any nonmagic user it may simply feel as though the static of the dry air from winter to spring is making itself known. To a magic user the feeling might be reminiscent to that of channeling another witch, the feel of extra magic at their finger tips. What he looks for is a push back instead of a dominant presence. But then, she would recognise a move so easily, her power making such a move almost automatic when it came to sensing him. ]

[deathlessness]

[Dahlia channeling her earlier has made her hyper aware of when someone is trying to borrow her power, even if a witch of Kol's caliber is nowhere close to being able to catch her unawares, as good as he may be. It's nothing personal, she simply has a thousand years of magic and experience at her disposal, while he's mostly applying theories. He's got a lot of catching up to do to blindside her, and technically he isn't even trying to.

When she feels that tentative reaching out, her fingers move over her pendant for a moment, brushing her thumb against the back of it as she considers, before allowing him to feel just a fraction of her actual power, but still enough to make a point. Maybe even just enough to feel that family connection between them. Of all of her siblings, he's the only one who was never given the opportunity to judge her one way or another for who she really was.

Perhaps now was the time to test the waters.]

Dean?

[She plays confused at the mention, too new to really understand what's going on, even as she heard whispers of things on the new device she was given. She's not particularly frightened, as she can't die, but she can at least keep with the pretense if it keeps them from having the conversation they're about to have where everyone can see.]

If you don't mind. I wouldn't want to impose.

[malefice]

[ That throws him off. While he wasn't attempting to use her power just feel it. What he gets in return is startling to say the least. Channeling witches always gave one the feeling of some kind of kinship - but this...? This was more.

He was still rather new to magic, that was no secret so most of what he knew was secondhand experience, and theories. What he lacked in experience he made up for in everything he learned through other witches in his time - spending time traveling with witches, teaching them and learning from them. It didn't at all help that their bitch of a mother put him in a weaker witch so she could control him.

It takes him to find his words, not even sure what to think any more. She was powerful, she was also more than familiar. ]

Dean Winchester - he's a hunter... Turned serial killer... [ He leaves off the demon part, not exactly ready to explain demons as he tries to process what he's just felt. He's not normally one to offer help and advice but this was an entirely new situation. ]

It's no imposition.

[ He retreats further into his room, expecting her to follow, only waiting for his door to be closed before he speaks again in regards to what he'd felt. But even before that he waits to question her - first he plays whatever he had previously been listening to on his record player - something soft, background noise. ]

Who are you?

[deathlessness]

[She follows him, closing the door behind her and keeping her body language open, approachable. Arms hanging loosely at her sides, open, not wanting to appear closed off or looming. This is his space and she respects that. She's not here to be a threat. She's here to be a friend.

(Unless, of course, he forces her to be a threat. then it's another matter entirely.)]

My name is Freya.

[She leaves that there for now, trying to keep things civil and also fish out how much Esther had told him when she recruited him for her plans again.]

I can't remember if that's the name I used in 1914. It was so long ago, and the memories are a bit ... hazy.

[It's common for things that happen just on the crest of Dahlia's spell. The memories of her year of life get a little faded around the edges, the closer she gets to going to sleep again. She's sick of the limitations it puts on her life, but there's nothing she can do about it. Dahlia never gave her a choice in the first place.]

[malefice]

Freya.

[ He repeats the name as if he's trying to decide how he feels about it. Stormy blue eyes linger on her for a moment before he busies himself with burning the herbs to cast a privacy spell. Just in case one of his siblings were being too nosey. ]

What's your family name?

[ That was an easy enough question to get his point across. He couldn't shake that feeling, so when she brings up 1914, he stills, even so far as to hold his breath for a long moment. ]

The party.

[ She had been kind to him, and he'd known she was a powerful witch... ] Freya... [ Perhaps that's an affirmation that she had used that name... or perhaps he was simply trying to find his footing. ]

And what is it you want from me? Once may possibly be coincidence but twice meeting me is not.

[ The suspicion is evident in his voice, and he feels no guilt for it. Whenever someone seeks him out, it's for something - never just to say hi. ]

If I've done you wrong - retaliation isn't in your best interest. There's a pretty little harvest witch next door that made it rather clear with me brother that she intends to protect me.

[deathlessness]

[She watches him connect the dots, place her at the party in 1914, and her face softens in response to the question of what she wants from him. True, she did seek him out for a reason, but not for the reasons he's thinking. It's a familiar sort of suspicion, the kind she's been met with from every member of her family, save Rebekah, but that was more due to circumstance than anything else.

So she decides to answer both questions, even if it only seems like she's answering the one, but she'll wait until the privacy spell settles before she does.]

My family name is Mikaelson.