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[vitaelamorte]

HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?!

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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[fatherlesskind]

"I've heard of the Inquisition. Or I guess the old one then?" Chantry history is something he's unfortunately well-educated in. Although he'd been a pretty poor student so the explanation comes just in time to save him from needing to ask what exactly they were for.

"It really gets that bad after the Blight? Which we definitely manage to stop?" He hadn't expected stopping the archdemon to magically fix everything - the damage wrought by the darkspawn and the civil war would still be left no matter what and that's just to start with - but to think that things get even worse is just... It's almost insulting. All that hard work and still terrible things happen? And more than a little disheartening if it's true.

[fatherlesskind]

[Oh that one he can answer! Though she gets a mildly insulted and not at all serious look for her dig.]

We just help ourselves. That's what I was told - find an empty room and make yourself at home and it's yours. No one's tried to kick me out yet so I guess it works?

[So yeah, he's unsure of that too. What do you want from him?]

I could help you find one if you want. A room for yourself. Or I could introduce you to my- my friend. She might be able to tell you more.

[He'd originally been convinced he was trapped in a dream by a demon and had been trying find a slay the creature. It... hadn't gone as poorly as it could have luckily. If Cat is as lost as he was before he spoke to Robyn then the least he can do is offer his help. It has to be just as confusing for her and it wouldn't be right to leave someone so young to just fend for herself. Plus she seems likable even with the breaking in.]

[eatyourdirt]

[She leans forward, eyes narrowing.]

You're not as dumb as the others.

[mansion] this thread is perfection

[wriggedywrecked]

I had to be sure, Morty! Had to be sure you weren't s-some bullshit magical Wonderland event trying to mess with ol' Rick. You know, you can, you can never be too careful around here, it's just a-a-a constant stream of magic trying to fuck with your head, catch you off guard, Morty.

[He wipes his slimy arm on his lab coat and digs around in a pocket until he finds a flask. Awww, Morty is glad to see him.]

Anyway that tentacle bastard couldn't actually k-kill us, I made it to, to open jars, like pickle jars and such.

[A man's gotta have his pickles.]

So yeah. Welcome to Wonderland, Morty. It's a goddamn Tim Burton nightmare around here.

[network] DEAR GOD I MISSED THIS

[punful]

[Oh my god it's her. Holy shit okay gotta play it cool.]

i tend to lean toward pumpkin. i got a question for you, though. why did the skeleton want a friend?

[accelero]

everything that was once magic was later explained by science.

[ he shrugs easily, helping himself to another taco since why not, they have a thousand. ]

I'm not not sure it's not another case of exactly that.

[ though he likes the use of pocket dimension, faith, ten points and...thirty tacos to you. ]

though, I admit, I will be very excited to meet the white rabbit.

[ barry, no ]

[accelero]

Barry Allen.

[ shaking it with a smile just as soon as he puts down the tacos, looking around him with a growing sense of excitement. so ok, caitlin is probably freaking out and he really needs to find a way back across the multiverse but still, Wonderland. ]

so a bar in Wonderland, that's really awesome.

[araneidal]

Natasha Romanoff. A pleasure.

[ She shrugs. ]

In a sense. So do you, since you've been brought here.

[araneidal]

[ The hiding's for the others watching, not Selina. The corridor stretches down, looking almost endless. Sunlight streams through the window at the other end. ]

The mansion has ten floors, and theoretically infinite rooms. Not the kind of place you want to get lost in.

[luckynumberthree]

Well, most of us need something to do while we're here. [ Simon chuckles as he glances around. ] It's been here since long before I got here too, actually. Belongs to one of the long-term residents here. Pretty easy to run, too, considering we run out of something, we just hop to the nearest closet.

[sponsored]

[ at that, faith's smile tinges with derision -- not that she's trying to mock the guy outright, but the science types always seem to get up on their high horses about magic.

(and make that 40 tacos, she's no lightweight.) ]

Well, unless you can science him alive again, rumor is he's long gone. Besides, chatting up the locals? Not a great idea.

[heroica]

He'll be fine. His name is Oren.

[ After her nephew, of course, killed at Highever. She crouches to murmur at his side, rubbing his neck encouragingly. The dog seems to get the message and wanders tentatively to Alistair, sniffing all around. He must get at least some similar impression from Robyn and his tongue lolls out of his mouth as he seems to accept the man with the sword. ]

See? No harm done. [ She stands and pats the dog on the back before leading on ahead through the woods. It isn't too long before they emerge out onto the grass, the big expanse with the enormous mansion looking over it. ]

We've all been brought here from... different worlds. Most not from Thedas. [ Robyn turns to look back at him, quietly judging his reactions and trying not to overload him with information. ] There are a few others, but only one is Ferelden. A man named Garrett Hawke.

:)

[makeyoul8]

[ Sara registers a figure at the end of the hall -- a moving figure, no less, until it stands stock-still in a stance she'd recognize anywhere. She's got company. A shame she's met him before finding any kind of armory or weapons cache, but she does have her pistol. One bullet is better than none, and she can always give the floor lamp a good swing if things get dicey.

Sara makes eye contact with Simon and grins. She takes out her pistol and saunters lazily towards him. Let him get nervous. He should be. ]

Why, Simon. It's so good to see you again. I've got a lot to say to you.

[ She says, with poison in her voice. ]

kino makoto (sailor jupiter) | sailor moon crystal

[fulmen]

gardens
[ impossible wind gusts across the grounds of wonderland, but it's most severe in the gardens, where a girl seems to drop out of the sky amidst a shower of rose petals. it's ridiculous, really, the way she lands and the air around her, pressurized, crackles before dissipating.

mako's heels dig into the dirt, and her hands come up in front of her. they are open, but ready as if to strike. her breath comes hurried as she takes in the landscaping, and the mansion in the near-distance. her instinct is to find the others, to find sailor moon and make sure she's ok. ]

Girls? [ her wrist to her chin, jupiter moves slowly now, one foot planting solidly after the other. ] Please, answer me! Hello?

network; audio
[ a little too shy for video, makoto tends to set the post to audio-only. her voice is calm, and a little unsure. ]

If anyone is hungry, please come to the kitchen. I seem to have been a little overzealous, today.

network....... sort of not really

[perigean]

[ It shouldn't be much of a surprise; peeking around the corner is a familiar girl, blonde twin tails snaking over her shoulder as she tries to creep unseen into the kitchen. After Makoto made her announcement, Usagi hadn't wasted much time in happily bounding down the hall in search of snacks.

Slowly. Carefully. She crouches, sneaking along the counter, eyeing her friend from a distance and trying to snatch away some of whatever the brunette has cooked up before she notices. ]

[radiopalkiller]

"Give it a few days, and something interesting is bound to... probably try and murder you, actually."

He bites down on his lip, because that's probably not the best promotional slogan he could come up with, which, on second thought, good thing membership is already mandatory. People leaving out of choice? Perish the thought! He shrugs, another apologetic grimace in order.

"It's like that vacation you have to convince yourself you're not sick of yet, because at least the food is free, and you get to watch as many films as you want."

[radiopalkiller]

There's... a few things. Inconsequential things. Voice gone, not the sound. Not all of it. He can still whistle. Nothing like a cheerful whistle to pass the time. He can't... scream. Rather wouldn't have had a reason to confirm that one. But no, no voice at all. Philip shakes his head.

No voice at all, except the one he very cautiously refrains from using again, until he's got his answer, until that sword's no longer pointed at him. Philip lets out a small breath of relief.

"Saves paper and time, cheers." A grateful nod. "But yes, you're really stuck-- in Wonderland, anyway. Not in the forest, in case you're still looking for a way out of that. How much has anyone told so far?"

yeeeeeee!

[fulmen]

[ well, of course! usagi is the most stealthy, quietest, most careful girl in wonderland.

said no one ever.

still, the urge to humor her attempt at thievery is too strong to resist. mako hums to herself pleasantly as she moves a nice fresh pan of melon bread with chocolate chips to the island counter, wafting the rising heat from it away with a tea towel.

then she moves away again, to start making balls of dough to fry next. ]

i'm so sorry

[improvident]

[Bill is a big fan of investigators, in theory.

It's thrilling to have them running in circles, chasing their own tails and occasionally following a squirrel out into the middle of the road just as the garbage truck is coming down the street. When they're not amusing, they serve the world better as chunky spaghetti sauce splattered across the pavement, and Agent Cooper would make a damn fine puttanesca.]

ΉΣᄂᄂӨ ƬΉΣЯΣ.

[The cathedral radio Cooper walks past crackles, the tuning needle jumping from one end to the other as the speakers hiss.]

ΛM I ᄃӨMIПG IП ᄃᄂΣΛЯᄂY?

[rosswood]

Wow, that sounds a little too familiar. Can you say story of his life? There's no guarantee that the it he's thinking of can't follow him here, either. Which is just - god, that's just really great.

"They got movies?" Okay, color him intrigued. That's at least relevant to his interests. "Please tell me our ~benefactors at least have decent taste."

Because by god if these Wonderland people turn out to be tasteless, talentless sell-outs he will have words. Maybe even fill in that 'decent film' void himself. Who knows. He's gotta be good for something around here, right?

[radiopalkiller]

"That depends entirely on what sort of good taste you can come up with. The brochure wasn't kidding about those magic closets--"

He unfolds the brochure for a direct quote.

"'Think about what you want, open them, bam. Room service'. Which, yes, also extends to the cinematic selection. Just like a lazy version of 'if you can dream it, be it', and--"

Philip snaps his fingers.

"I think a few guys even set up a movie theatre on one of the floors, although I'm not sticking my head out for their taste. If nothing else there's something incredibly fascinating about watching bad movies that won't exist in your world for several years? It's like warm-up exercises for doomsday prophecies."

[rosswood]

"Damn." That actually doesn't sound half-bad. A real-life fresh start away from the paranoia dogging his life - assuming it doesn't follow him here, which is unfortunately more than likely - and an all-access theater to sweeten the deal. Even the threat of incipient murder isn't enough to faze him (yet). He's been a target of attempted murder before. He can handle himself. He thinks.

"When you put it like that, place doesn't seem so bad." Of course, he's pretty sure he'll be changing his mind soon enough. But shh, let him have his happy moment.

[littlestreetcat]

Really?

[ Okay, that's kind of cool. Getting to pick any room she wants that isn't taken to stay in? Maybe this place isn't too bad. If it's giving her a place of her own, after all--warmth, a bed, shelter... She could get used to that idea. ]

I could probably use help finding a room. And maybe we could talk to your friend, too. I'd like to talk to someone who knows a bit more about the place.

[ More teasing. But really, his company isn't so bad. She could easily ditch him and go off and find a room on her own, but... Hey, he's funny, for an adult. He doesn't really act much like one. Plus she has a few more questions and he might have answers.

Sliding down from the table so they can go find a room, she gives him a questioning look. ]

One more question. What about food?

[littlestreetcat]

No, guess not. But I'm good at not getting lost.

[ She grins a little and stuffs her hands in the pockets of her jacket, looking up the hall one way and down it another. ]

Infinite rooms, huh? How's that possible? Just how many prisoners are there here?

[outofthebreach]

"You did manage to stop it. And Ferelden's flourished quite well in the aftermath," Brennan answers as he pours them both a glass of wine and slides one over to the man. "You and your Lady Warden see to that. The Darkspawn threat is resolved, at the very least, but there are other problems arising. A few years ago, for me, the tensions between mages and Templars finally came to a head. A rebellion broke out and it spread like wildfire through the Circles. Everything dissolved into chaos. I'm not sure there's any country that's not full of very opinionated people on the matter."