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[aristocratic_assassin]

For not being dead, your scent is unnaturally ethereal, beyond the metal.

[He's just saying bro. You smell like a ghost.]

Or do you expect me to believe that you are not possessing that metal construct?

[He has no idea how hard he's calling Mettaton out, actually? He just knows what his sense of smell is telling him, and as a supernatural creature himself, he's not going to sugarcoat it.]

[sugarcar]

[She can't help laughing a bit, gleeful that she had managed to startle the person. ... Of course, she hasn't planned further than this, so she opts to try to keep the conversation going for the moment.]

Pretty good, I'd say. Hey, what're the bags for?

[fivepetaled]

[Ib relaxes. This place might not be the Gallery, but that doesn't guarantee that it's safe and Garry is kind of...hopeless in some ways.

She takes Mary's hand to walk with her, making sure she has her pictures in hand before they start walking.]

Where did you look already?

[realitywarped]

Have you ever heard of nominative determinism? It's almost but not quite like that.

[He's managed to make himself a little wiggle room on what Loki is, recently, but still- Loki is Loki, and he can't be anything else.]

Well, that would explain it. I'm not human.

[mrsarcastic003]

[Well, no. But that doesn't stop him from wondering.]

I take it Batman didn't make it in time.

[aristocratic_assassin]

[Sesshoumaru isn't the scholarly type, he doesn't have a damn clue what the bird is talking about. But he wouldn't just outright say something derogatory about himself--he has his pride to consider, after all.]

Explain yourself.

I'M SO BLESSED

[aristocratic_assassin]

[The youkai inclines his head to the side. Well, that isn't the answer he wanted. Is this ghost stupid?

Well.

At least it's honest.]

That is not what I meant. Where is this place? It is clearly not my home.

[Someone sounds a little touchy. Sorry, but he's not the kind of guy to be kind and softspoken.]

sara lance . dctv

[leaguer]

ＡＣＴＩＯＮ | ＡＲＲＩＶＡＬ． ( the forest / the mansion )

( rip hunter is an idiot. he'd saved her life before without her even realizing it, and now he's done it again.

one moment, she and the team were rushing towards rip to find out why the hell the waverider was going for a swim, only to find out that a nazi u-boat was still equipped with an atomic bomb. the next, rip was telling them that he was sending the ship straight into the torpedo and pushing some kind of button on a remote — and her whole being felt like it was evaporating in the blink of an eye until —

she lands flat on her ass in the middle of a dark, seemingly endless forest. there's no people, no animals, nothing. it's got a sort of eerie quiet to it that even makes a former member of the league of assassins want to get the hell out; she's immediately up and on her feet, boots trudging through thick grass and trying their best to avoid being snagged on a stray vine or tripping over an unseen, twisted tree root. the forest is dense, too, which sara soon realizes when she has to start literally tearing away at greenery to clear a path even without being able to see very well — soon aided by a dagger that she stores inside her jacket. if any brave souls happen to be braving the forests, too, they might hear an obscenity yelped a little too loudly when a twist of thorns snag at her sleeve and sink into her hand where she'd tried to shield herself.

thankfully, sara's efforts aren't completely in vain — especially after she realized that the forest only seemed to get more and more dense as she progressed, and that it probably meant she was heading in the wrong direction; she emerges at long last looking a little more than worse for wear, bun on top of her head even more of a mess, blonde hair partially falling out of it, hand covered in dried droplets of blood, clothes dirty. the mansion that she sees before her feels like she's imagining it — she can't seem to keep her eyes focused on it, anyway, which is maybe from being without direct sunlight for so long — but all she can do is trudge towards it, mad at herself, mad at this situation, mad at rip for sending her here, wherever here is.

she's not without her reservations, though. like hell is she going to burst into this place without any idea of what's in store for her. sara lance is not an idiot. she's been trained how to case a location before planning how to take out a target, so this should be no different, even if it means stealthily trying to sneak around the exterior and peek into windows that don't quite provide any sort of illuminating details. damnit. )

ＮＥＴＷＯＲＫ．( username: canary )

Alright, Wonderland
Best place to train while you're stuck here? To spar? Anything?
Think I'm gonna go nuts if I stay inside this mansion for too much longer and this closet just barfed out an awesome new bo staff I'm dying to take for a test drive

Wouldn't say no to an opponent or two either if you think you're up to it.

ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ．

( hit me with your best shot! i'm p much cool with anything, but if you wanna chat, hmu on plurk over at frickin! )

[thevulnerability]

Of course you're not. Who is these days?

[ She tries not to sound too sarcastic, but dealing with Lucifer has given her a certain level of tolerance for people who say weird and inexplicable things. ]

I have. I don't know how much I buy it, though. I think sometimes it's easy for people to think parts of who we are is somehow out of our hands or predetermined.

[realitywarped]

Presumably, you, and I know a few, I think. It's hard to tell, sometimes. I'm Asgardian.

[Technically. Adopted, as people sometimes point out- particularly when he's at his worst. He settles in, chin resting on the back of his hands, voice turning to something a little more distant.]

That's why it's not quite the same. You're Chloe, yes? One of many, scattered all over the world and throughout the history of the name. But imagine there's only ever one Chloe, and everyone expects that one Chloe to always be- an agent of justice, we'll say. And because you are the Chloe, then everyone expects you to be the same- even the universe. Something like that, but insert Loki, god of mischief instead of Chloe, agent of justice, and you'd be about there.

[portraitor]

[Mary grins brightly, swinging their clasped hands as they walk together.]

I checked a little around the gardens outside, and a couple of the rooms on this floor, including this one and the kitchen.

[There's a few rooms she missed like the tea room, as well as upstairs and the basement, but otherwise those are the ones she remembers peeking into already.]

[portraitor]

[Mary thinks about it for a moment before she nods.]

Okay! We'll follow you, then!

[Show us the way, Frisk!]

[determinedest]

[Show the way they do, leading her along until they end up in the kitchen. It's nondescript, as far as kitchens go, but they quite like it.]

You can just ask the place for whatever you want, and you can get it.

[fivepetaled]

[Ib hasn't seen all that much of the Mansion, but she does remember seeing the stairs and that's where she heads for now.]

Let's try upstairs.

[When in doubt, go through a door or up a flight of stairs, and you might find a clue about what to do next.]

[cloned]

Why would Batman be there?

[mourning_ghost]

Alice, The Cheshire Cat, the Queen of Hearts, and the Dormouse are characters in the book that are also here.

video

[choosetruth]

Um, yes? [Georgia looks confused by the question, but she adjusts her sunglasses and endeavors to reply anyway.] People leave fairly frequently, but not in any recognizable pattern, and not by their own choice.

Cissie King-Jones | DC pre-reboot

[cisskabob]

[Network | Video]

...Is this working? So weird. [Cissie's muttering mostly to herself as she plays with the settings and gets the video function going. She gives the camera an awkward smile-and-wave, brushing her blonde hair back out of her face as she begins talking.]

Uh, hi. I guess this is one of those traditional 'I'm-new-to-Wonderland-please-tell-me-what-the-heck-I've-gotten-myself-into' introductions. I mean, from what I've seen. Not that I've been snooping. Well, I mean, I did some reading. You can't blame a girl, right? I mean, I kind of wish I had actually read Alice in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass at some point, instead of just watching the Disney movie, but come on. Wasn't he on drugs when he wrote those books anyway? ...Or was that Peter Pan?

[She looks thoughtful for a moment, then shakes her head, smiling ruefully.] Sorry. Let me try that again. Hi, Wonderland. My name is Cissie. I am not thrilled to be here, and I'd like to know whatever you can tell me about this place.

[Have a sunny smile, Wonderland. She is not nearly as happy as she looks, but she's going for friendly-and-harmless. She retired, damn it. This kind of crap isn't supposed to keep happening to her.]

[Action | The Ballroom]

[Cissie may have retired from the masked teenage vigilante life, but some things are just plain common sense, like exploring the mysterious mansion you've found yourself suddenly whisked to through time and space and dimensions. It just makes sense to take the lay of the land and figure out what she's dealing with.

But when she finds the ballroom, she can't help but just stop in her tracks and look up and stare. She feels like the just walked into a scene out of Beauty and the Beast. She loses track of time, standing there in the middle of the giant room, trying to wrap her mind around the ways this room defies the laws of reality.

Somehow this one room makes the whole 'you've been kidnapped to Wonderland' idea feel more real than most everything else she's seen or heard since arriving.]

action

[krmvgivv]

[You know what else defies the laws of reality? The fact that there is definitely a preteen plummeting from the ceiling of that insanely giant room.]

LOOK OUT!

[It's cool, he has a parachute so he's not actually falling at a break neck speed, but he's... definitely falling pretty fast.]

Re: action

[cisskabob]

What the-- [Cissie is torn between the instinct to try to help and break his fall, and the reality of being a very mortal human girl who would probably just end of squashed like a bug by whoever or whatever is falling rapidly in her direction. Then she spots the parachute and at the last moment, dives out of the way.]

did someone request an idiot?

[directed]

[It's honestly just coincidence that has Rip outside in time to catch sight of a figure moving along the mansion walls--and boredom that inspires him to follow after. Granted, he doesn't exactly have the stealth of a trained member of the League of Assassins, but once he's close enough to recognize the familiar silhouette? Rip gives up any pretense of hiding his presence.]

The door is actually the other way round, Miss Lance. [She no doubt knows as much already, but Rip can't quite stop himself. It's the same way a grin plays at the corners of his mouth, despite absolutely everything terrible about this little pocket dimension. Rip tells himself quite often that he would not wish this on anyone he cares for.

Yet he is still quite glad to see her.]

[mrsarcastic003]

...Because he was. He saved my dad.

SCOWLS AFFECTIONATELY

[leaguer]

( rip should know better by now than to try sneaking up on sara — except for the fact that it actually kind of worked, which is probably why she reacts so strongly, so suddenly; wonderland's got her on edge, and her confusion over the whole situation on the waverider hasn't helped matters.

sara's about five seconds away from reverting back to that version of herself that had no problem decking him in the face (especially considering he deserved it then and probably deserves it now, too) when she wheels around to face him, mouth slightly agape. somehow, though, she stops herself — they've been through too much, though, especially as of late. instead, she'll have to be satisfied with curling her fingers into the collar of his duster, pinning him against the mansion wall, and hissing under her breath like someone might catch them, ) Where the hell did you send us, Rip?

( if she's staring at him, it's only because her eyes are having a hard time focusing on the exterior wall behind him, which she swears just shifted to look like the weathered stones of the queen mansion. he can look vaguely pleased to see her all he wants — it's not going to wipe the annoyed scowl off of her face just yet. )

Network

[adaptiveimmunities]

Hi Cissie. I'm Shaun. I haven't read the Wonderland books either--not really my speed, but I guess they're in the library if you want to give it a whirl to get acquainted with the cast of characters.

It's not too bad here, though, even if you do probably have things back home you need to get back to. From what I hear, it's gonna be like no time has passed, so you won't have to worry about that. But you can get pretty much anything you can imagine from your closet, and eat anything you want in the dining room or the kitchen.

...Or in your room, because you can get that from the closet, too.

You can't get a rocket launcher, though, and that is a goddamn crime, if you're asking me.

oh how he's missed you

[directed]

[Funny she should consider that particular route; Rip's last memories of her had been of a conversation not long after she'd pulled quite a similar move, punching him in the face and then holding a knife at his throat, in case he somehow remained unclear about her anger. He truly hopes that this time it's merely the shock of being here that drives her actions. He had found no pleasure in telling her that they could not save her sister.

He dreads the idea of having to do it again.

She stops herself, however, at least when it comes to violence. Rip still ends up pinned to the wall, her fingers unrelentingly tight in leather of his jacket. He lifts his hands on instinct, palms open towards her. He somehow doubts Raymond would conveniently show up to provide distraction this time, and besides, it'd hardly do to knock her out.]

Ah, I'm rather afraid I'm not responsible for our destination this time. [Though she seems to think he should be. He thinks through the past as he knows it, trying to decide if any instance might prompt her to ask exactly that, or if, like Raymond, Sara has been pulled from the future.]

This is likely going to sound rather odd, but I'm hoping that you'll trust me, Sara--or at least, resist the urge to do me bodily harm. [He is still rather trapped.] With as little detail as possible, I need you to tell me what you last remember before you found yourself here. Just enough that I would be able to know when you're talking about.