[What the whaaaaaat. This is fake, right? Some illusion blizz some ticked-off wizard is pulling on her?
No. Wait, no, this is probably real. Damn. Wonderland, though? That hits some old memories, stories from way back.]
"Six impossible things before breakfast"? [Spoken out loud while she floats down the halls, but to no one in particular. Mostly trying to remember what the story was about. Rabbit hole, playing card people... ugh. Whatever. She tries doors, milling about curiously. Might as well see who else is here. It's bound to be better than just running around on her own.]
music room
[Now this is more like it. Marceline grabs a classical guitar from the far wall, curiously plucking a scale to test its tune. Perfect. From there, she floats aimlessly to another side of the room, starting to strum out a riff.]
London calling to the faraway towns! Now war is declared and battle come down...
[Her voice comes through as clear as the guitar, and she closes her eyes, glad for the chance to cut loose. Too bad she's not giving much thought to the nearby rooms, if she even cares who can hear her at all. The search for people from home can wait. Music's enough for now.]
marceline "THE VAMPIRE QUEEN" abadeer | adventure time
[What the whaaaaaat. This is fake, right? Some illusion blizz some ticked-off wizard is pulling on her?
No. Wait, no, this is probably real. Damn. Wonderland, though? That hits some old memories, stories from way back.]
"Six impossible things before breakfast"? [Spoken out loud while she floats down the halls, but to no one in particular. Mostly trying to remember what the story was about. Rabbit hole, playing card people... ugh. Whatever. She tries doors, milling about curiously. Might as well see who else is here. It's bound to be better than just running around on her own.]
music room
[Now this is more like it. Marceline grabs a classical guitar from the far wall, curiously plucking a scale to test its tune. Perfect. From there, she floats aimlessly to another side of the room, starting to strum out a riff.]
London calling to the faraway towns! Now war is declared and battle come down...
[Her voice comes through as clear as the guitar, and she closes her eyes, glad for the chance to cut loose. Too bad she's not giving much thought to the nearby rooms, if she even cares who can hear her at all. The search for people from home can wait. Music's enough for now.]