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HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?!

You have isolated your victim to study it at length, seeking to become them. You are nearly satisfied you know your chosen subject, ready to take on its form, leaving the poor soul to rot. You crave bottomlessly to be more, more powerful, more skilled, more inspired, and being them will be so much more interesting.

They will tell you what they think, they will tell you what they feel, they will tell you what they see. Are all these shapes useful? Will they let you know them? Will they tell you more about them?

For you must see more. You have not yet seen enough. You must rise--

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Cassie has made her living lying to others, but never before has her mind lied to her. She might, let's say, "internalize" some of the things she says, but she is never stupid enough to let herself believe that she is truly one person or another. She always knows who she is, though she will never tell anyone else the truth.

Which leads her to conclude that her new surroundings, with its gilded surfaces and palatial rooms, must be real.

She explores cautiously, finds a brochure that must be a joke. She reads it nonetheless. She eavesdrops on the other people she sees, tries to avoid them until she has some idea of what's going on.

The worst part is that she hopes this is real. If this is real, she's set for as long as she's here. A magical closet. A bed she never has to worry about getting kicked out of. All the clothes she could ever want.

Whatever these "events" are, she can live with those. She can put up with a lot if it means she gets to live here like a queen.

NETWORK » VIDEO

[ Surprising probably no one, Bellamy looks more frustrated than anything else; eyebrows knit together, jaw set, eyes narrowed. Separating him from his people is bad enough, separating him from Octavia- That's something he's far too unwilling to be part of. ]

I'm looking for a girl named Octavia. [ He holds up a hand to demonstrate height. ] This tall, brown hair, probably carrying a sword. You can tell her that her brother is looking for her. [ There's a point where he's ready to cut the feed so he can start looking again, but he thinks better of it. Instead, there's an addition: ] And if there's anyone here from the Ark, sound off.

ACTION » MANSION

[ He's rifled around the room with his name emblemized across it, looking for supplies, before setting out to stalk around the rest of the building. Bellamy had already been separated from most of his people while they were in Mount Weather, but being ripped away from the rest of them- He's not here for it, he's just not.

So he's searching. Going down each hallway, looking for a familiar name, checking out various rooms that are open for public use to check for someone he knows. There's some edge of desperation in it, in needing to know where Octavia is, in trying to find his people, in looking for Clarke. Part of him flat out refuses to believe he's been separated from them entirely, that this is just another Mount Weather, where if he looks hard enough he might find them.

Ultimately, though, he doesn't look incredibly approachable, but you could try your luck anyway? ]

( NETWORK BROADCAST )

[ white noise and the telltale scratching sounds of a mic on cloth sounds before the picture blooms too-bright white. it refocuses quickly, as the frame wobbles before steadying.

the sky beams blue above, the cold-clear cloudlessness of a winter day. ]

All righ'? Can yeh see me, Wonderland?

[ the impossibly-large man stands back a few paces, almost tottering as he goes. he fidgets, pulling at his rough brown jacket as if somehow magically it'll make it fit. ]

Some o' you may know me, but if not, er-- you can just call me Hagrid. Back at Hogwarts, ehm-- where I work, see, I'm a teacher. [ and doesn't he look proud, pulling at what we'll have to pretend are lapels? ] So I was thinkin', why not just keep on teaching? So, on that note, I have something very special for you today.

[ he steps to the side, mostly out of view of the camera to reveal the ugliest little creature you've ever seen. it sits upon a tree trunk, moaning to itself as tears stream down its face. ]

Ain't it beautiful? Never though I'd see one with my own two eyes. This is called a Squonk. Pitiful little things, they are. You've got to be careful, or they'll cry themselves to nothin'.

[ and it seems that now that he's been exposed to the world, the squonk gets more liquid with every passing second... ]

Sounding off.

[ She can't even force herself to match Bellamy's irritated expression; it's been two months since she's seen anyone from her life before. If her heart was fond before, absence made it grow even fonder. It's almost unbelievable to think somebody has actually shown up. She nearly pinches herself, just to prove it's real.

Then her face immediately falls, her look of relief replaced with something much more conflicted. Octavia. Of course. For the two of them to be separated— it would be crushing for them both. ]

—Octavia isn't here, [ she says hesitantly, quickly adding: ] At least, as far as I know. I'm sorry.

[It's taken Han a very long time. For all his skill at fixing up the Falcon, he hasn't ever built a ship from scratch before. He's even had to trade away a few memories for parts he couldn't figure out how to build, like the engine. But he's got his damn ship. It's small, only big enough for himself, but if he can escape, he can go back and rescue anyone he needs to. For now, this will do. This is enough. This is... better than nothing.

He holds his breath as he starts the ignition, but it goes on like a dream. He lets out a whoop and takes off, soaring higher and higher. Soon, he'll break atmo and....

Why isn't he getting any higher?

He frowns. It still looks and feels like he's moving, but his instruments all show that he's exactly as high as he was when he started. He curses, pulling out of his ascent and swooping down to land again on the grounds. He gets out, wiping away sweat on his forehead, and leans against his apparently entirely useless ship.]

Might actually be stuck in this karking place....

→ ENTRANCE HALL

[ a tall, gaunt sort of fellow stands in the center of the entrance hall. by 20th century standards, he looks a bit unkempt -- hair in tendrils that help his scruffy facial hair frame his long face (at the center of which lays a nose sharp enough to rival hit wit). he stands rail-straight, an invisible rod running up his spine that doesn't allow for even the slightest degree of a slouch. those trained as such will recognize him as a military man, likely. ]

Ill-crafted... misbegotten-- [ the rest of the air occupying ichabod's lungs is forced outward in a moment of unbridled frustration, hissing as all grace leaves him and he just ... shakes the insufferable device in both hands before himself. ] I'll give you a wipe if you don't earn your keep post haste!

→ BAR

Hark! ‘tis Freedom that calls, come Patriots! Awake!

[ ichabod stands atop one of the tables, double-fisting two steins, flushed red with drink. certainly you didn't think him so dull as to avoid a dip into the bar, hmm? ]

To arms my brave Boys and away; ‘Tis Honour, ‘tis Virtue, ‘tis Liberty calls, And upbraids the too tedious Delay!

[ he sways then, table creaking beneath him as he recites. and it doesn't sound as if he's wont to stop any time soon... ]

→ LIBRARY, EVENT

[ large tomes surround ichabod where he lords over the four tables he's pushes together through last night into this new-dawned morn. those who know him are certainly used to the way he flits about, this way and that. his hands in constant motion as the pages turn back and forth. and back and forth.

and yet again, back and forth. ]

Please, I implore you-- please. This is no court promise. As certain I am that the sun will rise, I will make my way back. I just-- [ the pages turn back and forth again. ] I just need some time.

Edited 2016-01-23 01:58 (UTC)

[OH NO IS IT ANOTHER EVENT?? WHY IS THIS KID SINGING.... oh, no, he's just... singing. Harry Potter sits in the garden with his guitar and strums out a tune.]

Ooooooh Wonderland, Wonderland....
You're a lot of things, but never bland....
Wonderland... Wonderland....
But I wonder will you ever lend a hand!

Wonderland, reached beyond the grave
I thought my parents could not be saaved!
But here they are, ooooh it's not the end!
So Wonderland, won't you bring me my friends?

[He pauses, frowning, and tilts back his head.]

Damn, the rhyme scheme needs work.

( network ) you are filled with equivocation

[They'd rather be texting their message if it's going to be broadcasted, as nonverbal communication is by and large their general preference. They're not very good at working with a camera, either (chills shiver down their hands when the fumble with it, quiet ticks and rustles of sound that are so horribly reminiscent of the tapes Alphys had in that old lab) but they try their best. For a long moment the broadcast shows nothing but a slow pan of the surrounding outside environment, which is nothing new.

Then the holder of the device trips or drops it, and it lands with a slight crunch on the ground. A child of ambiguous age and equally ambiguous gender stoops over it for a moment, their shirt striped peculiarly with the questionable color scheme of blue and pink before the device is retrieved and carefully positioned so they're looking squarely at it. Or - they might not be. It's actually hard to tell. They seem to be having trouble looking directly at the lens.]

Has anyone seen a golden flower?

[It's six words, but that's all they need and it's all they feel comfortable putting up in a public space, even if it's a digital one. Anyone who recognizes the importance of the question will recognize them in turn, and they shut off the device's feed before they can change their mind.]

( action - mansion grounds ) you are filled with deliberation

There's nothing else for them to do but wander. They're accustomed to wandering, and they don't entirely mind it, but they miss the nearness of having their friends a phone button-press away. They do their best to summon up whatever Papyrus or Undyne would have to say about the place they've found themselves in, but part of what had made them such singular friends was the fact that Frisk had never met anyone like them before. They couldn't predict what either of them would have to say about a mansion nestled in the snow.

But it's not Underground. They're certain of that much, because the sky is a steely gray and the sun might not be shining but it's definitely out there somewhere. Frisk stands in the not-sunlight for a long moment, soaking in the air and atmosphere of being out in the open.

The rustle of footsteps elicits a startled jump, and they scramble back. They don't know who might be coming. They don't know anyone here. The person coming might be the sort of person to ask them to solve a puzzle and offer them spaghetti, but they also might be the sort of person to charge at them with a magical spear and try to skewer them to the wall and take their SOUL. There's no way to guess, and Frisk doesn't want to assume the worst but they've long since bitterly accept that they have to.

The worn gardening knife is still in their pocket. Grimacing, they pull it out and hold it steady for whoever might come their way.

[Pawnee.

Man, he was going to miss this place. His favorite Paunch Burger where Elvis once served him a Triple Sugar Chocolate Explosion Mega Shake. The abandoned building where he found the awesome pirate's treasure (Leslie told him it was a trunk full of moth eaten blankets which was ridiculous since everyone knows that moths are monsters from Japan with little girls riding around on them). The giant tree where he and April buried the Leprechaun gold. Every inch of Pawnee was tied to one great memory or another, especially the parks.

Andy was taking Champion on one last run through their favorite park. He'd taken Champion's leash off the moment they walked in, watching as the dog took off with that giant grin on his face. It was their favorite game - Chase. Andy followed him, laughing as they went. Were there parks like this in Washington? He doubted it. Sure, there might be tons of statues and things but nothing like Pawnee. This place, no matter where he and April ended up, would always feel like home.]

Hey, Champion! Hey, bud. Where'd you go?

[Andy had lost sight of Champion's tail. He continued to run before he slowed, not recognizing his surroundings. When did Pawnee put in a giant maze garden? Oh man, he was going to get so totally lost.]

Champion? Here, boy!

Hmm, yeah, you're right. It doesn't exactly... flow.

[ But it summoned your friend pretty well, so. ]

A - MANSION

[This wasn't the temple. This wasn't even close to to the Tohsaka residence. He could no longer feel ties to his previous "Master", and he could feel that he was running on limited mana. He'd have two days time at the very least to survive. He'd have to make the most of it, while taking in the sights and what information he could of his new surroundings.

Something had to have brought him here. Could it have been the Holy Grail? If so, then why couldn't he feel his link with his former Master? The more he thought about it, the more he considered the idea of outside forces.

Archer walks through the halls of the mansion, taking in the sights of the interior. His footsteps were precise and calculated, his back erect, and his senses on high alert. So far, he had not ran into anyone yet. Maybe this would be an opportune time to try to find out what this place was all about by himself.

Looking up and down the hallway, he walks up to a large expanse of the wall. Letting a soft exhale escape his lips, he rests his hand against the wall, all fingertips pressed against it. He mumbles something under his breath, inaudible... and then the tips of his fingers glow a soft green color. Suddenly, green lines expand outward from his hand, creating a large web of green lines, that ran parallel to one another. Perhaps he could find out what exactly this place is made up of.

He closes his eyes, concentrating, unknown to any other presence that might come upon him.]

B - NETWORK; VIDEO

[The network feed flickers on, a stoic looking man appearing. Gray eyes stare into the feed almost accusingly, as if this blasted device was the thing that sent him here in the first place. He tilts his head back, looking 'down' at it.]

Wonderland. What nonsense. [He waves his hand dismissively. None the less, he's stuck here.]

Whoever thought that this was some kind of joke is gravely mistaken. This does not change anything. There's still a war to be fought, and I won't let my guard down because of this.

If this is some mage's doing, then they will disappointed to know that this will not hinder us in any way.

Edited 2016-01-23 03:31 (UTC)

Dipper is muttering to himself and reading as he walks, only looking up enough to keep himself from walking into walls. He knows the layout of the place well enough by now that he doesn't have to look up often, though he's pretty sure Mabel and Grunkle Stan would tell him he shouldn't read and walk anyway.

Considering how close he gets to actually walking into a knife before he looks up and sees the other kid.... they might have a point. He lets out a surprised yelp and scrambles backwards.

"What the heck, man?" He looks around for something he can use as a weapon... why does he never think about needing something to fight with until he's already facing a weird kid with a knife?

And it's...a human?

Frisk almost drops the knife in alarm. They didn't know humans were here. Maybe that would make sense, they realize belatedly, because they are on the surface. Some kind of surface, in any case.

There's no pretending that they didn't have a knife, but they hastily shove it back in their pocket and raise both hands in what they hope will do for a calming, placating gesture. They don't want to hurt anyone. That's not what the knife is for. Or - yes, it is, but it's not what Frisk uses it for.

Their mouth is dry. They can't think of anything to say. Talking never came very easy for them. They just keep shaking their head, backing away, trying to look as nonthreatening as they can.

[ Uh oh. This doesn't look remotely like the command room that BB-8 meant to go to.

In fact, he's never seen a building like this before in person. There are some planets in his data which have long hallways like this, with vaguely similar architecture, but... no. This isn't one of those. How does that even happen? Did someone switch him off? He hopes not. He hates it when one of the technicians does that.

BB-8 rolls to the center of the hallway and looks in every direction, carefully, before he keeps going. His bright white-and-orange paint job makes him incredibly noticeable as he scoots along. Eventually, he reaches what looks to be a staircase and pauses, peering up with his black optics. That's... a lot of floors. Actually, it's kind of ridiculous. What sort of creature even thought that so tall a staircase would be a good idea? ]

WAᴡᴏᴏ...

[ Uh oh... ]

[If there's one thing Dipper can relate to, it's worrying about your sister. Which is why he's quick to respond.]

I'm sorry, man. I haven't seen her. [And he does try and keep at least reasonable track of the kids and teenagers in Wonderland. There are few enough of them.] If it helps, she's still back in your world and time won't move while you're here? [It doesn't help really. Dipper knows that much. His shoulders slump.] And... if you're lucky, she won't be far behind in getting yanked into this mess. My sister wasn't.

And now the kid looks like Dipper is the threatening one. Great. He exhales and relaxes, then tucks his book back into his jacket. He gives the other kid a smile, or at least, something pretty close to one.

"Okay... maybe we should start over. I'm Dipper." He offers the kid a hand. "You look... really new."

Okay. This is...okay. They just haven't seen other humans in - in a long time. In however long several timelines squared by other timelines is. They have to stop thinking about the math there, because that's the point where their head starts to hurt and they can't possibly keep track of everything. But they haven't, really, seen any other humans for a while.

They mouth his name silently, then take a breath. Time to try again.

"Frisk." There. It's not so hard. They manage to meet his eyes and they can even reach out and take his hand. "I'm - um. Yeah."

He guessed it right the first time. They're new. They think they are. They didn't RESET; they certainly didn't reach for a SAVE. But it'd be too difficult to explain, and he might forget it they end up doing a RESET anyway.

n e t w o r k /

[The image flickers on, though the jaunty angle of feed suggests that the current videoing is a result of ignorance combined with apathy; true enough, Rin had tossed it on her new bed, the device spurring to life as it hit a small stack of hefty books. A young woman in a red sweater makes it into the frame, despite the heavy Dutch angle and bits of the feed being blocked by the musty bindings and beds sheets. She stands stiffly, arms crossed, finger tapping her arm with increasing levels of agitation. However, her eyes remain locked on her door for minutes on end, her compiling frustration blatant and nearly tangible.

Without warning, her boiling point hits; as her arms fly down to her sides with clenched fists, she lets out an angry and exasperated... squeak. All it takes is a curt turn on her heel for her to all but stomp back to the bed and the device, reaching for it as she mutters to herself with a biting tone.]

Where is that damn Archer? What good is having a servant in this place if they don't report in on time---

[Oh. This thing is on.

Oh.

For how long, she can only guess. A warm tint rises to her cheeks, followed a brief moment of freezing in horror. However, she quickly forces down the embarrassment, setting it aside for her to writhe over with when the feed is, you know, off. Regaining composure, she addresses whomever may be listening. With the moment's resolve in place, her expression is firm and unwavering, far too serious for her age.]

I'd like to know what changes Wonderland places upon foreign magics and -for lack of a simpler term- preexisting spells.

Please respond promptly. Thank you.

a c t i o n / mansion grounds

There was still no word from her servant. It wasn't terribly surprising, considering the altercation between the two before the surprise of being sucked away into Wonderland. It was, however, immensely frustrating. Archer owed her, as far as she was concerned; however, waiting around on others or even in general (unless for strategic purposes) wasn't much her style. Not quite sure what to expect from this new world, Rin opts to wandering the mansion, winding her way higher and higher until she finds the access to the roof. The impossibility of the mansion's layout is fascinating; she'd love to reverse engineer whatever magic ruled the physics of this place. However, that's a hobby for later. For now, getting to know this new place, getting used to expecting its odd rules, is most important.

All too casually, she makes her way to the edge of the roof, standing on the ledge. Minutes pass, but she keeps her precarious position, observing -but otherwise not recognizing- any people below. The breeze is pleasant, gently brushing through her hair, but its draw is fleeting. Rin inches closer to the edge, until her toes hang off, almost daring the wind to blow the other direction.

In this position, another series of long moments pass. Abruptly, she cuts them short. Bending at the knees, this newcomer leaps off the structure into a free fall.

[Olive hasn't been very many places before. Just the loop, and sometimes outside of it but not for very long or she'll get old very fast and die. So when she arrives in a new place (she floated too high, up up and away to Heaven, except Bronwin says there is no heaven, not really), she's very curious but also very nervous. Which only lasts until a few days pass (or maybe just very long hours) and she realizes she won't be aging too fast. But...there is one problem.

She can't come down.

Poor little Olive, looking to be age six or seven, is actually almost 80. She's seventy-nine and a half, which is important. She's the youngest at Miss Peregrine's, but she likes it. She's the baby, and it's the best that way. She also has a floating problem; being lighter than air means her feet haven't touched the ground just yet. But something about this new place keeps her from floating away from the very large house, like there's a small weight on her back, but it's just enough to keep her near the roof. If she could grab something, maybe she could keep holding on until she could find weighted shoes or a rope to tie herself somewhere. She's getting awfully hungry now, but no one's noticed her way up there. She's been afraid to speak, just in case this is a place full of wights and she's only been very lucky because no one bothers to look up. But she's so hungry now, so she shouts down.]

Hallo! If you can hear me, I would very much like help coming down if you please!

Edited 2016-01-23 04:29 (UTC)

[ Hearing the word "wipe" is not a comforting thing when you're a droid. BB-8 had been exploring the ground halls of the mansion, making quiet little notes to himself as he went, when he hears Ichabod's frustration. Was that directed at him?

But no, he can't see who it is. So probably not. Feeling relieved, but still rather wary, BB-8 rolls his way back toward where he, too, had appeared. His little welding torch arm is off and outside of his shell, presently holding onto the communication device that had been near him. It's primitive, but BB-8's secondary task, after he's gotten some base facts about the mansion, is to investigate it.

With caution not unlike a small child, BB-8 half-rolls around the corner and angles his head to peer into the entrance hall. His black optics focus on Ichabod. ]

WOOOoo?

[ What's going on? ]

[Rin, ever diligent in learning about this new and fascinatingly bizarre environment, had taken it upon herself to understand the intricacies of the mansion. Though she didn't know much yet, she wanders the halls with the intent purpose of searching for anything that might stand out as odd even among the mansion's normal oddities, something that would catch her attention. As she nears the stairwell, she can hear an odd sound, something distinctly expressive but inorganic.

That's definitely different from what she had seen thus far. Even better, it sounds as though it's coming from the floor right above her. Frankly, the source is too close for her to ignore it, even though it sounds... technological, a definition absolutely opposite of her fortes.

Nonetheless intrigued, she begins to climb up the stairs, hair bobbing as she all but bounces towards the next floor. As her eyes catch a glimpse of the "source" she stops in her tracks.

Is it... alive?]

Hello?

[ The BB unit had found the lack of entities, organic or otherwise, to be unnerving. So he's almost relieved when he registers footfalls coming from somewhere below him. But then the reality sinks in. What if he's been captured? What if the entities here mean him harm? Should he hide?

Interrupting these thoughts is a sudden voice. ]

AHriiiiii!

[ Visibly startled, BB-8 rolls rapidly backward and away for a few feet, head staying where it is on the top of his body, before he pauses and makes a few observations about the situation. One, it appears the newcomer is a humanoid, if not human. And two, the newcomer also appears to be young. There's also a lack of military insignia on her person, as far as he can scan. That doesn't really jive with what BB-8 was worried about.

He's not the most discerning of astromechs. Naive is a good word for him. ]

WOOOoo?

[ Who are you, he wonders, his domed head swiveling curiously on his round body. ]

Sans saw Frisk's network post, and instead of responding there he has been quietly teleporting around to try and find them. He knows how scary and weird it is to suddenly end up here and he doesn't want to greet Frisk over the network--how does he know what point in time this Frisk is from? Or what timeline?

He might not know the specifics of the other timelines, but he knows that he needs to meet Frisk in person.

That's how it always goes, after all.

So after finally teleporting to a spot nearby, Sans tracks them down and follows them for a few paces before speaking up.

"hey, kid. don't you know how to greet a new pal?"

"Frisk. Cool." Weird name, but Dipper can't really judge. He vaguely wonders if Frisk is a girl or a boy, but he doesn't know of any not weird way to ask that so he just... hopes he won't have to use pronouns for any reason. He shakes their hand and then gives an awkward half shrug.

"I'd say welcome to Wonderland, but it's hard to feel all that welcome when you've been taken somewhere against your will. Some parts of it are pretty cool, though! And other parts... really, really suck." He can never decide whether he loves Wonderland or hates it. The mysteries are awesome. The twelve forever part is hell. "But... what do you know? Has anyone given you the rundown yet?"

[Archer peers into the feed. The man's size and height seems intimidating, but Archer doesn't seemed to be too impressed by even the creature on screen. He bites down the urge to wrinkle his nose, but one raised eyebrow is his only facial reaction to the creature. It seemed to be crying...

He clears his throat.]

What purpose does this creature serve?

[So far, it seems to be only an annoyance to the Servant's ears.]

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Bellamy Blake | The 100

rubeus hagrid | harry potter

network!!

han solo | star wars (legends)

ichabod crane | sleepy hollow

Harry Freaking Potter | A Very Potter Musical

frisk (true-pacifist) | undertale

Andy Dwyer | Parks and Rec

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Archer | Fate Stay Night UBW

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BB-8 ⑧ Star Wars ⑧ (no spoilers!)

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Rin Tohsaka || Fate/Stay Night UBW

Olive | Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children | OTA

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