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Your mind is a car, a car in the vastness of the universe, slowly going down the road which connects thought upon thought and you glance at your hands as they grasp the steering wheel, wondering if you are fit to master the curves of creativity, to weather the rocky roads of prose, to order a cool glass of beer at the roadhouse of inspiration no wait a second you can't order a beer you're driving you're test driving your mind car drunk what have you done WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS IS THE MIND POLICE SLOW DOWN AND PULL OVER IMMEDIATELY YOU ARE UNDER ARREST I SAID SLOW DOWN THIS IS--

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[ Selina's eyes follow Natasha as she stands and hides the guns--though she wonders why hide them while there's someone in the room, seeing where you're putting them--then perks up a little at told she'd be shown.]

Okay?

[ It comes out as kind of a question, if only because she's confused, but she nods. On equally quiet feet, she steps after Natasha and follows her out of the room, head turning and eyes darting around to get a good look at the place and it's...long series of doors. ]

[ She won't lie, it's the smell of baking that draws Carolina into the kitchen. She's surprised, upon entering, to spot someone...actually doing to baking. For a few moments, she stands there, watching, mostly confused. It's just weird, she'd never expected to find anyone using the kitchen when the dining room is so much more convenient.

In fact, she goes on to comment on that: ]

You know, you don't have to spend your time baking, right? The dining room will give you whatever food you want.

[ If she were in Wonderland with her own mabari, he might have picked up on the scent of one of the others from camp. Unfortunately, animals don't seem to travel with their owners, and thus she'd adopted a different war hound while in the mansion. Oren sniffs at the halls as he often does when the pair of them are strolling through, investigating the series of strange rooms with their strange furnishings and strange inhabitants.

The first floor is the one on which she lives, so Robyn Cousland isn't far from her temporary home when the faint sounds of music drift through the air. She blinks, curious, and exchanges a look with the dog standing nearby. He pants, but doesn't seem particularly pinged by the sound. The Warden is more interested and nudges him along, going on to hover over the threshold of an unfamiliar room.

The Music Room is beautiful and one that she's not explored much yet, somehow. She rests a hand on the door frame and smiles faintly, not recognizing the woman with her back to the door as she experiments with the piano. ]

Do you play? [ She asks of the stranger, smiling genially. ]

[ At the question, he spins on his heel, half turning to face her and half continuing along his measured path. The second half of the day has notably consisted of Cooper walking the length of the roof-- one foot in front of the other, end-to-end.

He's evolved a bit past the point of expecting to turn up answers through this method. But for a time-filler and a way to contemplate the world to a backdrop of beautiful, unusual scenery, this roof has proven itself invaluable. ]

Ma'am, if it can be said that recognizing my inability to conclude anything makes a conclusion in itself, then my count has increased ever so slightly from zero to one. [ Regardless of the statement, his tone isn't bitter. ] I can assure you, however, that my greetings are sincere whether it counts or not.

Rough day?

[It's not just the drink in her hand that makes him ask-- he's here for the same reason, although he's pretty sure a beer will cut it as far as taking the edge off-- but the undeniable air of frustration that seems to have settled over her. He's not sure if that's the right word, can't say without actually talking to her, but she definitely looks like she's had better afternoons.

He slides onto the stool next to hers as the barkeep passes him his beer.]

Thanks. [He pauses long enough to crack it open before angling himself towards her, mouth pulling to one side as he looks her over.] Think talking about whatever it is might make you feel better?

I understand. [ She hadn't been sure what to think when she'd first arrived and finally allows herself a smile, small and relieved, and - he's really here. ] But it isn't. Really.

[ There's so much to say. It's a blessing that he remembers the same as she does, that he knows her and doesn't think of "the Warden" as another person. A weight lessens in her chest gradually; there's still a lot to be done, but it's good to have him here. Really... very good. ]

This place is called Wonderland. [ Robyn says, laying a hand on Oren's head to assure the hound that things are safe. ] I know you might have just left me, but... I've been here almost three months, now. Time moves in a strange way, here.

[ Understatement, but still the truth. ]

There are others from Thedas, but they're all from our future. They knew things about all of us that will happen. That we defeat the Archdemon safely, and - some other things.

[ Like that they rule together as king and queen, said the Inquisitor, but she won't push that information onto him. Not yet. ]

[Dropping the last piece of armour down with the rest, Alistair rolls his shoulders in relief and throws himself down to sit on the floor.]

That's what I was told. A... friend of mine. Said that's what happened to her. And someone else told me the same thing.

[Which isn't reassuring but it's... something. Consistent maybe.]

I don't think I'd call it normal but it sounds like it happens a lot? No one has really told me who does it though.

[Or not in any way that has made sense so far. Not that much has made sense since he woke up but. Well. Lots of things don't make sense to him back home too. Shooting Cat an apologetic look he shrugs helplessly.]

Sorry. You might have more luck asking someone who's been here longer than me. Normally my job is just to hit whatever I'm pointed at.

beach

[It's no Bhodum, but the beach offers Snow something in the way of a familiar environment as he tries to regain his bearings. He's lost track of how long ago it was that he actually woke up, but making his way towards the water had seemed like a good idea upon picking himself up off the ground. He uses one hand to shield his eyes from the setting afternoon sun, squinting as he looks off into the distance and tries to see if there's anything familiar waiting on the other side-- but it's just deep blue water for miles, as far as he can tell, and the mansion behind him doesn't look like anything he's seen on Cocoon or Pulse, though his experience with the latter remains limited.]

Huh.

[He frowns as he lowers his hand, heaving a sigh before pinching his left arm on the off-chance that it might actually make things clearer, stupid as it feels to do so in the first place.

It doesn't.]

Well, if this is a dream, it's a damn realistic one. I really don't have time for this.

[Powers that be, he was kind of in the middle of something. Girls need rescuing, governments need toppling, and if he's here, who's going to do all that?]

gym

[Once he finally makes his way inside, he takes some time to explore, though he doesn't make it beyond the first floor before something grabs his attention. He grins to himself once he stumbles across the gym, rolling one shoulder back in its socket before slamming his fist into the opposite hand.]

Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Whatever this place is, at least it's well-equipped.

[It's only a momentary distraction at best; the more time he spends here, the more keenly aware he is of how badly he needs to get back to what he was doing before, but standing around and waiting for a solution isn't going to do him any good. He has to seek one out himself, which means seeing what the mansion itself has to offer.]

Could've done with one of these back home. Maybe once we all get back.

[Because whatever happens, here or back on Cocoon, he has to believe that going back home after everything is an option-- otherwise, what's the point?]

network

So what's with all the masked folks outside? None of them seem to say much, they just kind of stare.
Unsettling, you know? Probably make more sales if they were a little more personable.

Ah yes, apprehensively waiting for a reaction, it's better than live TV! This though? Looking pretty good there. No further questions on the weirdness, check. And no immediate attempts at murder. Also check. Honestly, anything that doesn't include immediate attempts at murder around these parts, he'll happily take that as advanced courtesy. No skin off his nose about any of the rest.

Only that sort of malfunction gets a raised eyebrow. He was on the network earlier, no sign of static or reports of any event that might bring something like that about. And, incredibly, service is usually pretty top notch in the land of weird.

"Really? That's odd. Might need some time to activate properly, although that'd be a first I'm hearing about an issue like that." He scratches his head. "Unless you woke up here and tried to open it up with a rock or something like that, now THAT, actually, would be... surprisingly not uncommon for new arrivals to try."

Philip shrugs.

"Whatever it is, it usually repairs itself on its own, in... I reckon, give it an hour or so."

Please. Alex might be grade-A at hitting things with rocks, but he's not that dumb. Percussive maintenance can only take you so far.

"Yeah, that sounds likely." Is he being sarcastic or sincere? He'll let the Amazing Beekeeper figure it out. Definitely not gonna mention that electronics just generally tend to go on the fritz around him. If this guy's really what he says he is, then he won't know the difference if Alex doesn't say it aloud, right? Can he even trust this person if he say's he's not-so-secretly telepathic, or whatever?

Trust, huh. What a foreign concept.

Time to divert the subject. "I'm Alex." And you are?

Bite me, bleach boy. [She holds up both her middle fingers in his direction.]

[He winces, even as he smiles through it.]

Ouch. Never heard that one before.

[He has. FYI, it's natural.]

Really rough day, then.

No, it's about fucking average. [She sneers into her drink.] Better than average, actually. No one's trying to get me to do paperwork.

There's a magical boiler? [The boiler is... not something Dipper has thought about much, but it makes sense. He waves a hand.]

Never mind, of course there is. But yeah! We're in Wonderland, Soos! As in Alice in! And it's nothing like the book!

Dorian immediately looks over his shoulder to see if Alistair might be asking someone else about the mystery contents of his container, having only entered seconds earlier himself, but finding no one there, he raises both eyebrows as he turns his attention back to the Warden, offering an affable smile as he makes his way towards the icebox for himself.

"I've been here for months, and even I'm not certain," he remarks easily, his gaze wandering briefly towards the assortment of cheeses that's been laid out. "There's one way to find out, I suppose-- hold on just a moment."

He catches himself, his attention snapping back to Alistair as he realizes that the Warden himself is awfully familiar. A few years younger than Dorian remembers, perhaps, but otherwise, he's unmistakably--

"You're the bloody King of Ferelden!"

Robyn was going to be thrilled, if she didn't already know.

About as likely as anything else he could tell the guy about this place, but he'll get the practical demonstration in time.

"Philip."

Christ, remember when he still did that with a surname and a handshake? Yeah no, he wouldn't want to think about it either.

"Stuck here for about half a decade now, so if you've got more questions than the brochure can answer, now's probably a good time to get them off your chest. I could give you the grand tour too, since I just so happen to be short on other obligations for the next... well, infinity, probably."

[ jane chuckles, air rushing out of her nose as she gets up to move a little closer to him. she nods, and then remembers his attention is only maybe a quarter hers. ]

Oh yeah. It definitely counts. If you ask around, someone will tell you that it's magic.

No, I'm afraid not. [ she's never actually seen a piano before, but it makes very pretty noises. ] I'm more familiar with the lute.

[ leliana turns and gives robyn a smile, but there's no recognition there. at least, not any for the warden. her furry companion, on the other hand, is of a breed she recognizes. and one she's a little surprised to see, given that everything she's observed in this place points to her being very, very far from ferelden. ]

You have a mabari? [ crouching down on the ground, leliana holds her hand out so the dog can sniff it. here, puppy! here, boy! ]

That's a lotta years to be trapped in freaking Wonderland. Talk about your shit luck. Not like Alex is really one to talk - or one to just accept bizarre claims like this from the get-go. Waking up in the woods is more his speed; telepathic guys who give him paperwork regarding his recent deployment into Wonderland is not.

"Five years?" That's incredulity, mixed with a healthy dose of skepticism. "Jesus, that sucks. What do you even do around here? Isn't this place supposed to be one big acid trip?"

Because if any of it involves running from faceless entities, Alex is out.

Edited 2015-11-22 22:55 (UTC)

[The worst part about being a bird is that usually you're treated as just part of the scenery. Well, that and the lack of bowel control and eating bugs and being tiny and defenseless and...

Well there are a lot of reasons Beatrice hates being a bird. And currently, the thing she hates is that apparently even other birds seem to ignore her. She glares down at the branch that the raven has perched on.]

Hey! This is my tree. Get your own.

[Not that she expects he'll understand her. Most birds don't speak English. But maybe her voice can at least scare him off.]

"Morrigan was here," Brennan clarifies, reaching out and stealing a bite of cheese. "Briefly. Just enough to cause a stir, like she's known to do, before departing for... wherever she goes when she decides to up and vanish again. Apparently she has a knack for it." Maybe she came by it honestly, considering her heritage. Who knew? "Robyn is still here, yes. And she'll be thrilled to know you remember her. Morrigan not remembering her hit her harder than she would admit, I think. And look at that, you don't even have to worry about conflicting timelines, lucky you."

He hadn't either, until this place had decided to send Dorian home for two years, only to return with the news that someone was trying to bring about the end of the world again. As if once hadn't been bad enough.

[ ooc: oops reasons why I should refresh pages before replying... >.> ]

[ Brennan is wandering past when the stray notes catch his ear from the hallway, giving him pause and slowing his steps long enough to peer in the open door in search of the source. Seeing a familiar figure beside the piano is a surprise, but one that brings a smile to his lips as he takes a step inside.

Although he's careful, because enough of his companions have shown up here now with differing memories that just because she's familiar to him doesn't mean he will be to her. Especially since the Warden and Morrigan both had come from a decade behind him. ]

It is, isn't it?

[ It's a mild enough question, seemingly innocent, just in case she did see him as a stranger, but there's an intensity to his gaze as he watches her and strolls casually closer. ]

I didn't even realize this room was here before. There are all manner of unexpected things tucked away in this place, it seems.

Three months?

[That couldn't be right. He'd seen her not long before he found himself here, as their small party set out for the palace, following her lead as always despite his nerves.

He doesn't get a chance to argue - not that he thinks Robyn is lying, it just doesn't make any kind of sense - but he's distracted by what she tells him next.]

The- Really? We do? We stop it? And we're all OK?

[He's not sure he believes that either - people from the future? It just seems, well, impossible. Much like magically waking up in a strange place he's never seen before come to think of it. But if it were true... To know that they will defeat the archdemon and stop the Blight and survive doing so? He wants it to be true. More than anything he wants to believe that they'll all get through the final battle in one piece.]

You really believe that?

[If Robyn believes it's true then maybe he can too, no matter how unbelievable it sounds.]

[ Simon glances up when the stranger wanders into the bar, but it's easy enough to guess who it is from the smell of tacos alone. Although the sight of him balancing eight trays of the things gets a raised eyebrow and a low whistle as he leans against the bar and grins. ]

Now that's an impressive sight. Taco party night it is. Bring em in, set em down before you end up wearing them.

[ He holds out a hand in invitation once the young man's done so. ] You new around these parts? I'm Simon.

"What?" Alistair blinks as the stranger stops talking and starts looking at him like he's grown a second head. When the man speaks again he jerks back, shaking his head in immediate denial.

"No I'm not!" Even if the idea is marginally less terrifying now than when it was first proposed he's still really not sure he's ready for the responsibility of leading an entire country. Just the idea of all those people depending on him is enough to make him feel ill.

"Not yet, maybe not ever." The Landsmeet could still vote in favour of Anora or someone else who would do a far better job of it than him - like the Warden's mabari. Or a rock. "And how do you know that? Who are you? You're not from Ferelden." He jabs a finger at the other man pointedly before realising that he's still holding the container of whatever it is in that hand. Putting it down on the counter he clears his throat awkwardly and tries again.

"Not Ferelden. So shouldn't know things. Like that." Yes, very impressive Alistair. Good job there.

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