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[animator]

I am.

[She's not afraid to say so, not for a moment. Practicality will save your life more often than not.]

I didn't give it. Anita Blake.

[video]

[sciencelizard]

It flies?? A-And makes ice??

[That's enough to pique her interest, quite a bit. She's never made a robot with any kind of generator that isn't magical.]

That's amazing. The only robots I've ever built were, uh, m-mostly for entertainment. Though I guess he can do a lot of stuff a-anyway.

[directives]

[ nodding, nodding. janeway's eager to get her hands on something, and reprogramming a few band frequencies is right up her alley. she may not be half the engineer b'elanna is, but she has a few tricks up her sleeve. ]

Magical... [ a slight scoff, roll of her eyes, and shake of her head. yeah, she doesn't buy that. magic wasn't real, and no amount of proof could convince her otherwise. there was a scientific explanation for everything, and the implausible was simple that which had yet to be explained. ] It's there. Somewhere. Hidden, most likely.

this time of year is particularly hectic :c

[directives]

Forgive my skepticism, but I've had some experience with someone who claimed to do much the same. Someone who misinterpreted a situation and inadvertently made it worse, nearly costing me my ship and the lives of my crew.

[ sure, that timeline had been written over, but restoration her ship to its proper time and place did nothing to remove what they had endured. they remembered, both the away team that actually beamed down to the planet's surface and those who simply gazed down at a world they longed to get back to from the windows of their quarters.

it was an unnecessary cruelty she wasn't so easily forgiving of. (grudges: she can and will hold them.) ]

I doubt it is. Time travel isn't something we go looking to get involved in. [ not yet, anyway. apparently that's one of starfleet's primary directives by the time the 29th century rolls around. ] By the 2100s, we had already established contact with a number of alien species and were looking more to the stars than we were the past.

*hugs* you'll make it though!

[directed]

That's quite alright; I'm used to a bit of skepticism. [Concerning everything from time travel to trustworthiness. He won't deny that some of it is earned, but in this case, Rip stands sincere.] I'm also rather good at what I do, although I suppose there's no real way to assure you of that.

[Yet that hardly changes the fact that for over a decade, Rip had been one of the best of the Time Masters.

She offers up her opinion on the chances that they might be from the same universe, and Rip nods in agreement.] Then I also doubt it, which is quite good to know. Trying to avoid learning details about ones own future can make for rather stilted conversations, I'm afraid.

[action]

[literalidiotball]

[Wheatley can't blush, but he can sort of grin. He is adorable? Him? Really?] Awwww! Why thank you, luv! I don't think I've ever been called that before! Really.

[He looks the woman over again.] Okay, okay. Are you sure you're not going to overheat or something? Because that does actually happen, I think.

Also, what's that big tube thing on your back? Is it heavy?

i always do! c: /hugs

[directives]

If you could, I imagine you would've already used your temporal talents to find a way out of this place, [ she points out. ] Then again, I imagine traditional -- if it can even be called such a thing -- techniques wouldn't apply to a place like this. I'd wager this realm exists in a pocket outside of space-time, in a dimension unto itself.

[ much like the q continuum. she's spent enough time in various representations of it to make the correlation. it's likely as difficult to leave wonderland as it was for voyager to enter the continuum, something they only accomplished by way of having a q present to orchestrate their entrance. ]

Good. That'll make collaborating and navigating around the Temporal Prime Directive much easier.

\o/

[directed]

Oh, absolutely. Unfortunately whatever powers control this place didn't see fit to send me with my ship. [Which would have put Rip at a much better starting point than where he currently stands.] More to the point, it's all but impossible to pull the technology I'd require from the closets. There seems to be a rather hard limit on it; I wind up with models and toys rather than time drives.

[Because Rip has absolutely tried.

And that just scratches the surface, as Janeway herself speculates a moment latter.] Indeed. There is evidence, empirical though it may be, that when someone is returned to their original universe they go back to the exact point they'd been pulled from. Moreover, no one here appears to age; in particular there have been several teenagers who have been here reportedly for years, yet their development has simply stopped--as if time does not flow within this dimension.

[It's akin to the Vanishing Point, the realm where the Time Masters had headquartered on the edge of the timeline, and yet even more extreme even in those basic principles.]

Thankfully so, assuming the Temporal Prime Directive is the equivalent of doing no harm to the timeline. [The charge of the Time Masters, and one Rip still at least attempts to adhere to in spite of everything.]

[directives]

[ nodding: ] Much like the Continuum.

[ she's tempted -- oh, is she tempted -- to try and get q's attention. yet, while she's not beyond seeking out the omnipotent's assistance, she'd rather wait and see what she was capable of on her own before admitting that she required his help. janeway would rather not be indebted to him, though she'd argue he's indebted to her at this point. (though some part of her doubts even he could find her here, for there are likely corners of the cosmos that not even it's most supreme beings can touch.) ]

General Order 157: Don't interfere and discuss your experiences with no one. [ there's more to it, but that's the general gist. don't get involved and keep your mouth shut. ]

[directed]

[Now that gets Rip's attention.] The Continuum?

[He's never heard of such a thing, but Janeway apparently has--and what's more, she finds it comparable to where they are now. Rip has never heard of anyone learning about the mechanics of time in Wonderland whose first response has been to hold it against their own similar experience.

It's likely too much to hope for, but still. Some things simply cannot be helped.]

Very similar then. It would seem like your organization understands enough about time travel to know how easily things can be altered if someone is careless.

[directives]

[ now that they've established that they aren't from the same version of time, she can admit: ] Starfleet. More specifically, the United Federation of Planets.

[ as for the continuum, she remains silent, not as willing to talk about the q as she is the organization she represents. ]

[directed]

I'll assume that's who you work for. [Because while Rip hasn't heard of them, it's got that official sounding quality that would grant someone the rank of Captain and place them in charge of a ship and a crew.

Of course, it makes the silence on the other part stand out all the more.]

I'm guessing there's some reason you're opting to stay silent about whatever this "Continuum" is?

[directives]

In a sense, yes. [ though likely not in the traditional one, for work usually meant receiving payment for services, and the federation did away with the acquisition of wealth a long time ago. ]

Protocol, and a few personal reasons, if you must know. Namely the former. The latter can be endured, but adherence to the former is a must. I see no reason to elaborate, just know that it's a realm that reminds me of this one. Let's leave it at that for now.

[ at the top of her personal reasons: a strong desire not to deal with him right now. no need to add q and his puerile attempts at flirting with her to the list of things making her head pound. ]

[directed]

[He nods, stepping away from her to busy himself with what he'd originally come into the kitchen for: preparing a cup of tea. Of course, not being rude he thinks up a kettle large enough to easily hold water for two, setting up the thing with quick and practiced motions.]

I suppose I can do so, assuming that it remains irrelevant. Believe me, Captain Janeway, you'll likely find few that understands the importance of preserving time so well as I.

[He doesn't mean to sound arrogant or to brag; it's simply a matter of fact in Rip's experience. The vast majority of people would choose heroics, while some able to turn away from those in need go too far, and instead find themselves willing to manipulate history to their own whims.

Rip's walked the fine line between for many years now. It's very much part of who he is.]

That said, you've already surmised that I alone don't hold the key to getting free of this dimension. I doubt you'll find you do either. No one person seems capable of it, regardless of their abilities or expertise.

[With the kettle set to heat, Rip reaches up into the cabinet again, this time for the assorted items one might expect be used to make a proper cup of tea.]

Cooperation is going to prove necessary. Not that you have to take my word for it, of course.

[Time, however, would lend credence to his claim.]

Would you care for a cup of tea?

Sorry this took so long! I'm still down for it if you are <3

[thevulnerability]

Another you? I'll pass, I've got my hands full with the one Lucifer already.

[ She's trying to joke, but it's coming out a little flat. She doesn't like the idea of ending up here, of not knowing how to get back to Trixie. Chloe couldn't even begin to touch on the other things he was saying - different worlds, all of that. It was too strange to her, and she couldn't understand all of the background noise through the gripping fear of not being able to understand why she couldn't get home. ]

Can you concentrate for just a minute? I can't stay here. And neither can you. If you've been here so long, why haven't you been figuring out how to get out of here?

Sorry about the delay on this! Figured I would tag in case you are still interested :)

[thevulnerability]

Where I'm from? It's definitely not expected.

[ Man, when did her life get so weird? Granted, after being here a while, she's started to wonder if maybe Lucifer had been telling the truth the whole time. She can't dwell too much on that, though - she's not quite in a place where she wants to measure the pros and cons to being the best friend of the actual devil. ]

Not really. I mean, I obviously don't have a whole lot going on for myself at the moment. Besides, there are a lot of interesting people here. It's given me some... perspective, I guess.

UM ALWAYS come to me

[walkingheroin]

It's for the best, really. After all, I'm not trying to rain the Apocalypse down on anyone.

[No doubt she'll think he's joking, or making some elaborate metaphor, despite the seriousness with which he delivers that.]

Well, we can't stay here, and yet we have literally no choice. [He lifts his eyebrows.] You think I haven't been? I can slip a pair of handcuffs in seconds and after six months, I'm still here. I'm mind-blowingly irritating, let me tell you.

[fauxlosophy]

Ah, Anita. I'm Sophie-Anne Leclerq.

[ sophie-anne frowns. ]

Tell me, Anita. When you meet someone via video feed in an alternate universe, does etiquette still dictate that a person be pleased to make another's acquaintance? It's hardly a personal interaction. Though unlike texting, at least I can see your pretty face...

[aggressor]

[ having another set of technical eyes on her work means b'elanna can at least shift her focus for now. ]

Somewhere deep. Did you find a device on you when you woke up? Not Starfleet-made. Some kind of low-power primitive access point to a local net. It seems to have a moderate amount of communications on it.

[ she probably would've found more use in hers had she not smashed it to bits after seeing the sort of things that were on it. ]

[directives]

This thing? [ she reaches into her pockets, withdrawing what looks like an iphone in a red case. ] Right shade of red, wrong type of device. At least it matches my uniform -- not that I have one here.

[ which clearly serves to annoy her. janeway feels more at home in her pips than anything else these days, and half the civilian clothing she packed before voyager left the alpha quadrant are still sitting in that container she shoved into her closet upon departure from DS9. ]

Keep your combadge on you. I would rather not to rely on such archaic technology if we don't have to.

[directives]

[ and yet, that doesn't stop her from rolling her eyes the moment his back is to her. she's heard that line before. forgive her if she's doubtful of it -- of this entire situation. ]

I'm more of a coffee kind of gal, but in the absence off... [ that shrug of one still-bare shoulder, that's a yes. she'll concede to tea for a moment, even though the pounding in her head is screaming for the soothing black bitterness of coffee devoid of cream, sugar, and all other flavorings. ]

And I didn't say I did, but I don't give up easily. Regardless of whether or not others are willing to comply and work together on this project, I'm not settling in without a fight.

[directed]

[Oh, is that how it is to be? Too bad Rip doesn't see it. He might offer some dry commentary on her disbelief--at least of him. The situation itself is, in fact, entirely insane. She's got every right to doubt that.

But there remains proof of it all around them. She mentions wanting coffee, and his lips twist into a momentary grin: some rivalries, it seems, would withstand the test of time and space alike.]

There isn't a true absence of it, or nearly anything else you could think up here. [Of course, Rip isn't going to be the one to wish for it. If the Captain is truly a scientist as she claims, then she'll no doubt appreciate the opportunity to experiment.] You just haven't wished for it yet.

[He glances over his shoulder at that, and yes, that would be an amused glint in his eyes--especially if she takes his comment as well as he expects her to.

That would be not well at all, for the record.]

"Whether or not others are wiling to comply?" [Yes, she'd continued on, but those are the words that has Rip specifically turning around to face her once more. He leans back against the counter, his arms folded across his front as he considers that this woman may be in for a harder time than even he has had to face.]

Oh, you are indeed a Captain--but you should keep in mind that the people here are not your crew. They are a varied and diverse set of captives who often won't care what brand of expertise you possess, nor will many of them be impressed by your rank.

They are often slow to trust, and cautious when it comes to just whom they cooperative with. [Granted, Rip is hardly a people person--but given Janeway's approach with him, he can't see her winning the trust of the population easily either.

"I don't see a reason to elaborate;" Rip has to wonder if this is what the others feel like when they talk to him.]

Daryl Dixon | TWD - (tentative)

[boonie]

A) is for a c t i on

[For someone used to walkers making up most of the population, the fight or flight habit never really died. Whatever this shit show was... he didn't trust it, no amount of free booze or food in the world was gonna make a difference to him. The fact that it instantly replenished made him think he was lying face down in a gutter somewhere high as balls waiting for the virus to take him. Maybe he got bit, but Wonderland was a kids story, not a reality.

Daryl didn't even bother making use of the shower or the hot water. He's parked at a vantage point on one of the higher levels of the building crossbow in hands looking like a modern day Robin Hood meets skid row, eyes following pedestrian traffic with mild irritation. His pack of smokes is keeping his shirt pocket warm. The section of the rafter he's parked in is far enough out of the way that only the metallic sounds of him readjusting his weapon really give him away.]

[thesamurai]

[ Michonne's been here two years. Daryl was here before her, left right before she got here like ships passing each other in the night. Whatever that cliche statement is. She's become friends with Dan because he has Daryl's face but she misses Daryl; hell, she misses everyone. Anyone from home that's a part of her family is what she needs in Wonderland, more than anything.

Every now and then she wanders the mansion, just patrols when it's been a while since an event. Her katana is on her back heavy boots on her feet, and when she passes right under Daryl she pauses. Something makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up and she frowns, forehead creasing as she looks around, feeling watched, reaching for the hilt of her sword.

That faint ping makes her slightly tilt her head, trying to listen, to hear where it came from, to hear it again. Her entire body is tense, ready to strike if needed, wondering if that sound was the ushering in of something terrible. ]

[boonie]

I guess a spoonful of sugar doesn't help the medicine go down.

[Daryl doesn't bother leaving his roost, but he also doesn't pick up his weapon. Not yet. He knows who she is, but can't trust it at face value yet. She's the first person from home he's even seen so far and she came in so randomly it's not something he's ready to accept as truth yet.

Michonne has a way about her few people would even understand, so he'll know when it's the real deal if it comes to that. He's got a full quiver, and he's still in the same clothes he's always in. Greasy hair, gritty look, why bother changing when he's not sure how long the pipe dream's gonna last? Daryl didn't give into this kind of crap, he couldn't buy it, not after everything he's seen.]