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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... ]

[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!

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)

[ 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... ]

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)

network.

Gatcha, gatcha, gatcha~ ♫

[ the screen of the network bobbles just a little bit before a figure steps back from it, ebullient as she realizes her video is recording. this figure is a girl, definitely, dressed in a nondescript school uniform with a clip in her hair. her first introduction (aside from the bouncing) is what looks like a salute, fist to her chest. ] Gatcha!! [ and then her smile shifts and she rocks back on her heels. ] Hel~lo! This is Gatchaman Hajime Ichinose, reporting to you live from a place called Wonderland! Wonderland, which already is just~ wonderful!

[ the last part of her sentences comes with peace signs, one up by her bangs, the other out at the screen, and a big huge smile. ] I thought it might have been J.J who sent me here, and if it is, this must be a bi~iig deal! I'm reporting in looking for senpai! Jou-san! Paipai! D-san! Utsutsu-chan! If you can hear me, give me a biiig gatcha! I'll come find you soon, but I wanna get to know all the nice people here in Won~der~land first!

Wonderland! I haveee [ and she dramatically holds out two fingers. ] Two! Questions for you. One! Are you in need of any protecting? Is Wonderland safe and nice? It seems safe and nice, but it's going to be even safer, now, because Gat~chaman Hajime Ichinose is here to help! If you have any problems, please let me know and I'll help in every way I can! Gatcha!

Two!!! [ and then, clenching her fists near her face. ] Let's start a crafting club! I want to decorate my room with as much D~I~Y as I can! Do you like to collage? Origami? Maybe painting? I like to do all of those things, yup! And even if you don't, I bet you will! Let's talk about it, Wonderland!~

Bye bye! Gatcha, gatcha, gatcha~ ♫

[ click! off goes the video, ending with her little song. ]

Network;

[ Clint turns his video feed on in what seems to be the room he claimed for now. The phone is propped up on a table and he's leaning back in his chair across from it twirling an arrow around his fingers. ]

Well. This is weird. Not sure I totally believe this Wonderland thing, anything else gonna pop up? Singing furniture, talking animals, a princess with really long hair?[ He has a daughter, he's probably seen every princess movie Disney ever made. ]

Edited 2016-01-24 03:48 (UTC)

NETWORK | TEXT

[ One of the benefits of having been deeply involved in digital engineering since the digital revolution hit it's stride in the late 70s is that Merlin can hack nearly anything. He's not infallible of course. Technology continues to develop at a rapid pace that occasionally outstrips his perhaps more traditional but every evolving approach, and even he can't get past a bio-lock without the skin and retinas that come along with it. Contrary to what some might choose to believe, he's not a goddamn wizard.

It's why upon arriving suddenly in Wonderland, after the initial drawing of his weapon and exploring until he found a room made for him, that he started to work. He explored the network, tried to hack into the system, but it was like nothing he had ever seen before. It was almost as if there was no firewall to hack past, no system to hack into at all.

Fascinating.

So, his first message to the Network is informed. It's simple, and straight forward. No beating around the bush here. ]

If anyone on this network knows anything about our abductors, please let me know. I understand the general gist of our situation, there is no need to fill me in.

If anyone else has tried and failed to hack into the system, I would love to discuss.

Sincerely,
M.

ACTION 1 | LIBRARY

[ How long has it been since Merlin has been in an actual library, with a book solid in his hands? At least a decade he thinks, more likely two with how quickly the web took the information reigns. Yet here he is, in an unknown location under the guise of Wonderland, waiting for the Knights to come storm the castle so to speak and rescue their wizard.

He's been in worse hostage situations than this, to be sure, though the more research he does the more he's wont to classify this as a kidnapping instead; A hostage implies that the kidnapper expects a rescue effort. The powers that be here seem to not.

He has a pile of books on Wonderland and the newest books on digital technologies that he can find (publishing year 2255, that must be a typo, but he's picked that one out as well) and a cup of milk tea. All things considered, he might even make himself comfortable. A library that allowed a cuppa, how novel. ]

ACTION 2 | HALLS

[ ALT OPTION! Run into him while he's gun-cocked wandering the halls, before he has any idea what's going on. ]

Edited 2016-01-25 00:33 (UTC)

[* NETWORK. Video.]

[A child appears. Rosy-cheeked. Smiling. Positively cherubic. A video camera is a familiar item to them. Briefly, they consider doing the creepy face. Let it be caught on film just one time. For someone in particular.

But this is no time for that sort of mischievous behaviour. There is a new world here. One full of novel, pristine possibilities. Ready to be chewed up and swallowed. And first impressions are important, are they not? So the child points the camera at themselves, steady and smooth, and smiles their lovely, charming smile.]

Greetings. I am Chara.

I'm looking for something. Someone. They have stolen three items that should belong to me.

The first is a knife. The second, a locket. The third... a SOUL. I miss these things very much. Please help me take them back.

[* ACTION. Mansion grounds.]

[They are awake. That is not new. But they are awake, and that is. They flex fingers that are undeniably their own, calloused and scarred and scraped as they are. They run their palms over a striped sweater, and the colours are just right. Green and yellow, like the flowers they love so much. There are bandages on their body. Old ones. So very, very old. They...

Ah. They are finally in control.

The first thing they do is find a weapon. Grab a stick off a tree and wrench and twist and pry until it finally comes free. Then, they begin to walk. Their feet crunch over snow as fluffy and pure as Snowdin's, and they are the one who feels the cold. Their lungs take in breaths, exhale cold curls of vapor like a dragon hissing out smoke. They walk almost mechanically, ignoring paths and pacing pointlessly and doubling back on themselves, but with a greedy, visceral light in their dull eyes, because the experience is theirs, and theirs alone.

All that remains now. Is to wait. For EXP, or for information. They aren't picky. As long as it's interesting. As long as it's finally something new.]

N E T W O R K

[The concept of other worlds isn't as surprising as it would have been to him a year ago, but Kanji is used to jumping into them on his own terms-- aside from his first visit to the other side of the TV. His first thought is that this is some other part of the TV world, some corner of it he's never seen before, but there's no fog, no shadows-- it doesn't feel the same. That doesn't mean much, considering they supposedly fixed that place the last time they were there, but who knew? Wasn't the first time they thought they'd solved the case, though he'd been pretty damn sure it had been for real this time around.

After some exploration, he finally turns his attention to the device he'd shown up with in his pocket, his cell phone from home nowhere to be found. Probably a good idea to make sure he's not wandering around here on his own, anyway, though if it is anything like the TV world, there was a good chance he wouldn't like whatever answered him.

If something nasty did turn up, at least he wasn't helpless. Nobody ever would have used that word to describe him, he's pretty damn sure, but shadows were a hell of a lot less intimidating when you had a Persona to help you out. He'd put his Teddie glasses on out of habit, but it hadn't taken long at all to figure out he didn't need them-- so what the hell was this place?]

so uh
anyone out there? not just shoutin into the void, am i?
dude if this is another kidnapping, lemme tell you, this ain't my first rodeo
i've had a lot of practice beatin the crap out of assholes like you!
if there's anyone friendly out there it'd be good to know, but anyone who tries to screw with me is gonna get their ass pounded

[He probably could have phrased that better.]

A C T I O N, sixth floor bedroom

[Further exploration takes him to the kitchen and the music room, as well as a couple of tea rooms. Eventually he finds an open door on the sixth floor that leads to an unoccupied bedroom, which is enough to distract him from any further snooping, at least for a few minutes.]

Huh. These don't look like anything special.

[He's heard that the rooms change themselves around to suit people's needs, but right now, it doesn't look like much at all, and he frowns a little as he rubs at the back of his neck.]

Nothin' 'magical' about this place.

[He glances towards the closet, making his way over and yanking the door open. The inside of it looks pretty damn ordinary, but of course he's heard about what they can do by now. He shoves one hand in experimentally, closing his eyes tight as if it'll do something to help the process along.]

Alright, let's see-- [His lips quirk to one side, brow furrowed until he feels something materialize in his hand, opening his eyes as he pulls it back out to see what he's wound up with: a full skein of bright pink yarn.] Hey, not bad. Pretty good quality, too. Nice feel... might actually be able to use this stuff.

A C T I O N, diner

[After a good hour of experimenting with the closet and ending up with an entire pile of craft supplies, Kanji decides to investigate a few more Wonderland landmarks, ones he'd either heard of while talking with other residents or saw mentioned in some of the reading material that had been provided. Admittedly, he'd only skimmed before crumpling the whole thing up and tossing it over his shoulder, but he'd gotten the gist.

His stomach leads him to the diner first, having already gotten a good look at the kitchen, and he shifts uncomfortably as he enters, sliding his hands deep into his pockets as he approaches the counter.]

Uh, hello? Anyone back there?

[He frowns a little, looking back over his shoulder.]

Damn, this place is weird. Who knew all this stuff would be inside one giant friggin' house?

Network

[ Gyula had never considered the idea of other worlds beyond the basic tales of the vampires moon that hung in the night sky beside the old moon. These things never really crossed his mind before now. It took a few hours for him to really take notice of the strange device in his pocket. He poked at it a bit before he realized it was some kind of communicator. Tech had never been a strong point for him, lost technologies were more of his deceased wife's area of expertise.

When the video feed kicked on.... he had it upside down, his head tilted funny as he looked into the camera.]

Hello? Good evening... I hope I am working this right, can someone please tell me what is going on? This is certainly not my home, which I would like very much to return to.

Action

[Being on the roof of a strange building is really... really not where Teddy expected to be today. Wherever this place is, it's not the Avengers base, which is where he expected the teleporter to take him; AIM island isn't this... sculpted and never sees snow, the Avengers base is not this gothic.

Good thing he's already green, he guesses. There's a door behind him, sure, but he'd rather not enter a strange building without knowing a little about what's going on, which leaves him one direction to go. He stands on the edge of the roof for a moment, posed like a particularly large green gargoyle, before he jumps.

It's not that bad; wings sprout almost before he starts falling, so he lands pretty safely on his feet, kicking up a quick puff of loose snow. Time to go find someone who knows where he is, and... hopefully, maybe, his boyfriend.]

Network

[To be fair, he wasn't expecting to find anything in his pockets; it's not like there's exactly huge amounts of room in the suit and he doesn't usually bother carrying anything. The device isn't exactly like a phone, but it's pretty easy to use, and it seems to be sized for Hulkling-sized hands, which is great.

So it's a little later when he finally appears on the network, still green, frowning slightly.]

Hey, I... don't think I'm where I'm supposed to be. Anyone around to give me some kind of idea where I actually am?

[He fidgets, frown getting deeper, looking genuinely concerned.]

And, uh, I seem to have misplaced a boyfriend. Wiccan? Can you see this?

Network > Video

[Someone is getting too disenchanted with technology and magic to seem very surprised to have found something in her pocket that certainly wasn't there before. It's smooth surface is responsive and luckily everything is guided.

Lovely.

How delightfully helpful.

With some minor fussing, she manages to turn on the video. On the bed behind her is the brochure lying open and clearly creased.]

I don't suppose anyone has found any good whiskey they'd be willing to share?

Jowan wasn't quite sure what had happened. One moment he'd been in the dungeons of Redcliff - dark, dank, and frankly quite full of horrible things even before the dead had started rising - and he'd been fairly certain that sooner or later one of the walking corpses was going to rip the door down and kill him if he wasn't lucky enough to starve to death before then and then...

And then he was here, in a hallway full of white marble and elegant pillars and light that made him squint after that dungeon, and he wondered if maybe he'd died already and hadn't noticed somehow. Or if this was some sort of merciful hallucination before the inevitable death. That would be nice at least, he'd had quite enough of the dungeon and everything that had happened, was happening still he supposed, in it.

So he wandered rather vaguely through the hallway, looking up at everything and deciding that it wasn't a bad hallucination, though it did make it all the more obvious how grimy he was and how long it'd been since he had a bath. Or a bed. Or a meal. So while the pillars and everything were nice, he did wish that whatever this was had involved a delicious meal instead.

It didn't stop him from wandering further, however, turning down a hallway with a sort of vague curiosity as he figures this likely isn't real and will probably end one way or another soon, so he may as well see what it brings. He wasn't expecting to see another person though, and stopped to stare at them in surprise and slowly building suspicion. He'd thought that this was simply a trick of his own mind, but it occurs to him now that it could also be a trick of the Fade instead, some last attempt to get him to agree to something to save his own life, which sounds much more believable really.

"All right, you may as well get on with it," he said after a moment, sounding rather put-upon at this point. "What's it going to be? Everything will be all right if I just use a little bit of blood magic? Just get possessed for a few moments? I'm not that stupid you know."

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