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amelia pond | doctor who | prose or action or whatever

[keptbiting]

( A C T I O N )

This is not the first time Amy has wound up in a different world with absolutely no reasonable explanation. She can roll with it. She rolled with the TARDIS' inability to land in 1930s New York without much fussing. (Even though landing in New Jersey and driving to New York somehow not being an option still doesn't make sense to her.)

She rolls with it, but that doesn't mean she accepts just being in Wonderland. Literal Wonderland! Space Florida was one thing, Wyatt Earp and a cactus and acid-spitting land squids on Drago14 was another, Wonderland is an entirely different kettle of fish. But it's another new adventure and she tries to make the best of it while she is waiting for Rory, which is what finds her more often than not exploring in and outside the mansion, prodding mirrors and maybe plucking some of the grass to see if it's that apple grass the Doctor tended to jabber on about.

And sometimes, when missing Rory gets too much, she can be found in one of the bars, nursing a scotch and writing down her exploits with the Doctor so she won't forget and her exploits in Wonderland as well so she can just chuck it at Rory's head when he arrives. When being the operative word because Amelia Pond is adamant that her husband will follow her to Wonderland. The Angels just got their timing a bit... off.

( N E T W O R K )

Favorite time period AND WHY, go!

[directed]

Rip, as has been established between them, is not Rory. Thus it is not the specific draw of Amy's company that sees him in the bar that night. Rather he is there for a change in atmosphere, to spend a bit of time outside of his room and away from the pet project of the hour (or past several days, as it goes.) He slides onto a nearby stool and after getting the bartender's attention, orders a scotch for himself.

This is all coincidence.

Choice comes into play when glances over at Amy, who looks to be rather intently writing in a journal. To say things had started awkwardly between them is putting it mildly to be sure, and perhaps it would be better if he left her alone. He is not Rory, but apparently the man's doppleganger (or this Rory is his, but semantics). Still, he has some experience with being away from his lover, of not knowing when or if he might see her again.

Of being certain that he won't.

"Settling in well, Mrs. Williams?" He asks quietly when she pauses her writing to steal a drink. A simple question allows the opportunity for a simple answer, and Amy can opt to take the conversation further if she wishes. If she doesn't, Rip's content enough to let it be. It's an offer, and nothing more.

Kayo Hinazuki | Erased (Boku Dake Ga Inai Machi) | (cw: abuse mentions, probably)

[townwithoutme]

A. ARRIVAL
[She had only closed her eyes for a moment. Just a moment and...

And then, everything stopped. It stopped so suddenly that at first she thought she might have fallen asleep, but she's realizing now that she's very aware of the sensations around her. She's curled up, laying in snow. It's cold outside, but...not as cold as she thought it might be. The world is quieter than she's ever heard it before. Not in a bad way though. There's no cars. No bustling of people. It's quiet like night, but she can feel the sun.

She waits for something to happen. When nothing does, she opens her eyes and sits up.

She's...on the grounds of a fancy western-style mansion, it looks like. The kind that you read about in fairy tales or see in movies. Honestly, she's never seen a house so pretty before.]

...Mom?

[No answer. Kayo isn't sure whether that fills her with delight or dread just yet, but it's enough to make her stand up. She brushes the snow off of her bare legs, and adjusts her skirt in the hopes of making it a little longer.]

Hello? ...Is anyone here?

[When she doesn't immediately get an answer, she mutters a quiet "Forgive the intrusion" to herself, a stock phrase just so she can feel like she's done everything she was supposed to under these circumstances. Then, she starts to wander the grounds. She puts off going inside as long as possible.

She wonders for a moment if this is the place she wrote about in her essay, but then she immediately dismisses the thought as stupid. Somebody must live here. Why would there be such a big house with no one living in it?]

B. SETTLING IN
[It turns out she isn't alone, but she still isn't sure what to make of Wonderland. How she's supposed to feel about it and how she actually feels are two very different things. There are people she misses, but there are more people she's very glad to be away from.

She isn't sure how she feels about the people who are here with her. They aren't all from situations like hers, she knows that immediately. Most of them aren't even Japanese, but somehow she can understand them perfectly when they speak to her. She doesn't know how to take them, so she's been trying to keep to herself until she's more certain of them.

Today she's found a tearoom far away from...not her room, but the room she's claimed for the time being. She's taken a small amount of yarn from the closets and parked herself in a comfortable spot in the corner, to start knitting something. It will be a pair of mittens eventually.

It's...nice. To be able to do whatever she wants whenever she wants to.]

B; I had no idea this series was made into an anime!

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji stumbles upon Kayo in the tea room. Although he works in the diner, he likes visiting the tea rooms for snacks. It's nice to eat somewhere other than where he works and to eat food other than what he made for himself.

He pauses when he sees the room is already occupied.]

Oh, hey. Sorry.

[He doesn't leave immediately, though, in case she's okay with sharing the room with him.]

Noah Foster | Scream | Whatever works

[andthevirgin]

[Action]

Winding up in Wonderland had not been anywhere in Noah's plans for his brilliant and bright future. It lacked the technology he craved, the formal education he'd been told was most needed, and definitely lacked in the friends he had survived so much with.

Also so far it seemed to lack a determined and dedicated serial killer, as far as he knew, so there was that at least in Wonderland's favor.

Most days he can be found with his door cracked open enjoying the benefits of the closet with a large screen television, surround sound, and whatever "new" games he could get from the closets for the myriad of systems he'd tinkered with and had concurrently running to the tv.

Not that he's antisocial, he's just video social a lot of the time. The cracked door though is obviously an invite.

[Network - Video]

So I know I'm not the only one with a less than stellar lifestyle history before coming to Wonderland. Not the personal kind but dealing with apocalypse, plagues, and my own personal saga, serial killer carnage.

Come tell a story. Talk about the drama. This isn't therapy sharing but bored teen hoping to have a clue what might be coming.

video - well this won't be confusing at all

[choosetruth]

[Georgia tilts her head, frowning thoughtfully under her sunglasses as she considers the question.] Are you asking because you're curious or because you're trying to predict future events?

major ben tallmadge | turn: washington's spies

[spycurious]

[BAR]

[With his helmet tucked under his arm, Benjamin makes his way around this dreamlike estate still done up in blue and gold armed only with his sabre and a pistol. Not that he seems inclined or the sort to recklessly use either; he carries himself with restrained confidence (like a proper gentleman), despite appearing disheveled and being well and truly exhausted.

There are several things he sees within these winding halls he doesn't recognize, but the sight of a bar feels universally familiar.

He has a seat at it, knowing how indiscreet it is, but he'd like to gather his thoughts before continuing on with this predicament. Ben has read enough ancient stories to know of fantastical adventures in unknown lands, but the timing couldn't have been any worse.

Why now? Why him? Is it even real, or is this some kind of horrible condition of the mind brought on by moral affliction?

It's a distressing thing to think about, at any rate.]

[LIBRARY]

[--"Wonderland." Apparently from a piece of literature which had not been written during Ben's lifetime. It's another world, or so he's been told; neither Heaven nor Hell, but a place entirely removed from the world he knows as home.

Desiring to read more on these subjects, and after having learned about the library, asked about its location. He makes his way there as quickly as his feet will carry him.

Being a graduate of Yale and as fond of books as he is fighting for just causes, Ben immediately finds a desk and piles book after book onto it, all with the intention of reading each one. When he's collected enough, he pauses, looking over the lot.

Softly, he murmurs aloud:]

... A pen. I need a pen.

[Oops.]

[geiger]

[Nora had worn blue and gold when she arrived too, but it was the bright shades of a VaultTec jumpsuit rather than the Continental uniform in which Ben is clad. She's seated at the bar as he walks in, one leg crossed over the other and a still half full beer bottle on the bartop in front of her. Glancing over, she's a little amused to see the uniform - it's one of the first things she's recognised here as having meaning back in her own world.]

Nice outfit. You could pass for one of the original Minutemen in that.

Claire Fraser | Outlander

[beautifullies]

Network °

[ Claire's been in Wonderland now for a week, and she's read the literature provided, spoken with a few of her peers. She's no stranger to time travel, though at least this was gentler, in a way. Still, she's no separated from her husband, pregnant and tired and just wanting Jamie. But there's no sign of him, so she's making do, the best she can.

Now that she's learned to use this peculiar little device, the video switches on and it's fascinating, truly. ]

I suppose I'm talking to all of you now, aren't I? A proper introduction, then: I'm Claire Fraser. I have some questions that have yet to be answered by anyone, only because I suppose it's not something that's asked often.

[ She takes a deep breath, shifting in her seat before letting out that breath. ]

I'm with child. With time not moving, does that also mean that the pregnancy won't move? I've been told to still expect...ah...monthlies. If I can expect that, should I expect a pregnancy to continue? And if it doesn't, is it still safe? Is my child still safe?

I appreciate any help and advice. I've learned about the mirrors, odd as it is. And the closets - even odder. But if there's anything you think I should know about, by all means, please tell me.

Library °

[ There's so much knowledge at her fingertips, and that's how Claire's come to sit, weeping in a corner of the library. She's known, she's always known how the Battle of Culloden would end, but this is her life, her husband's life. His clan, her clan. Her fingers rest on the page.

On 16 April 1746, the Jacobite forces of Charles Edward Stuart were decisively defeated. The quick and bloody battle on Culloden Moor was over in less than an hour. Between 1,500 and 2,000 Jacobites were killed in the brief battle. ]

Jamie...

[ His name hurts her throat, makes it tighten, and it's clear, this woman is in emotional distress, but she's a world away, paying attention to nothing around her.

She shouldn't have done this, she only has herself to blame for using the endless knowledge of this world. ]

library!

[spycurious]

[Still dressed in his blues, perhaps for his own comfort more than anything else, Ben has practically sequestered himself within the library. He's found that he can acquire almost any document he wishes to find--the quiet excitement has lifted his spirits considerably--

--but a curtain falls over his good mood, dampening it. He'd been looking for more books on a whim when the soft sobs of a woman reach his ears. He stumbles upon the woman by accident, having been lost in a world of his own, and halts midstep not ten feet away. He knows he ought to leave her to her business, but she looks too much like a childhood friend of his for him to feel right about turning a blind eye.

Ben softly clears his throat to avoid startling her.]

Excuse me, madam. May I be of any assistance?

Jason Scott | Power Rangers (2017)

[stereotypicaljock]

{ daily "come bother my character" action stuff }

[For as long as Jason could remember, there'd been someone around to tell him what comes next. There was always some kind of structure. when it was sports, there was a coach. There were practices. There was a schedule full of school and structure and homework. When it was the Rangers, there was training. There was danger and threats and survival. The goals were clear. In Wonderland, it's not like that at all. Nobody seems to know what to do or how to fix it. They're not prepping for a battle. They're just trying to stay alive long enough to get home. Jason figures he can at least help with that last part.

That's what keeps him training. He gets up just before the sun for weight training in the gym, hoping that it's early enough that nobody will have too many questions about why there's a teenager benchpressing several tons. (Though he is curious about how easy it was to find ten-ton barbells already lying around the space) By mid-morning, he'll be at the beach, with cones set up for agility drills. There's no immediate emergency, but that doesn't mean there won't be soon.

After a morning full of training, he'll settle into the kitchen, where he'll set to eating absolutely everything. Superhuman exertion combined with a normal teenager's metabolism means that no snack is safe.]

{ network ( video ) }

So I spend my whole life dreaming about getting out of a small town only to move into a place that's even smaller. I'm pretty sure that's irony.

Talk to me about where you're from. Is it small like this? Are the city people adjusting well enough?

{ event wildcard }

[ Okay so I didn't actually have an idea for this one, but all the cool actiony stuff happens in events. Do you guys want a power ranger? I can give you a power ranger. Sticking up for the people who can't defend themselves, playing in whatever retro event you like. COME AT ME. ]

i do what i want

[meanestgirl]

[So you would think that given there's a precedent for this, Jason would not be surprised by what he finds in his room when he returns from his day of training or some kind of event shenanigans, or any number of things he could be doing. He could be returning to his room with a plate full of a ridiculous amount of carbs or protein or whatever it is that student athletes eat, but the point is not that.

The point is thus:

Jason Scott returns to his room to find one Kimberly Hart, sitting cross-legged on his bed and looking seriously NOT PLEASED with her current situation. How long has she been waiting there? Unclear, but she was obviously not there when he left.

She was not in Wonderland when he left.

But now she is, and she has one very simple question for him:]

What. The hell.

Billy Cranston | Power Rangers (2017)

[cranston]

Arrival/Exploring
[ Billy arrives in the kitchen. Which is weird, because he was just in his basement. At first, he thinks he must have fallen asleep, so he starts pinching himself. ] Ouch! [ Okay, that hurt. Pinches aren't supposed to hurt in dreams. So he's not dreaming. He'd better figure out where he is, then. He has a math test tomorrow.

He leaves the kitchen, still idly pinching his arm, and starts going down the hallway, which is... entirely filled with mirrors. Okay. That's weird. It's not just him, right? That's definitely weird. He tries the doors until he finds one that's unlocked, leading an empty bedroom. Bed, desk, mirror, closet. And the next empty bedroom. Bed, desk, mirror, closet. There must be hundreds of rooms here, the hallway was huge and that's just one floor.

He goes outside, turning around and walking backwards, trying to get a sense of how big the building is. He counts... ten? Ten floors. The mansion isn't anywhere he's seen or been before. He's so confused. So lost. ]

Network- video
[ He's been here for about a week now. He's heard all about the way this place works, but he still wants to understand. So he decides to ask the populace at large. ]

Does anyone have any maps of this place? I tried "asking the closets" for a map, and I got atlases and even a globe, but nothing really helpful. I mean... Does anyone know where we are?

video }

[meanestgirl]

I've been hearing "alternate universe." Everyone talks about coming from different worlds, which is ... weird.

[But their lives were already weird, so that is definitely saying something.]

kimberly hart | power rangers (2017)

[meanestgirl]

[i. quoroth]

[When Kimberly signed up to be a ranger, she did not sign up for alternate dimensions and hellscapes, but apparently no one gets a choice in that. She's tired, she's hungry, and she's already had it up to here with this "event," whatever it is, but she's already punched through her fair share of "demons" today, whatever those are, so at least there's that.

She's never been so grateful for her superhuman abilities. Even if she hasn't quite figured out how to connect to the morphing grid quite yet.

She's paused at one of the few sources of water, getting a drink and trying to give herself a minute to rest when she hears shouting in the distance, and the scuffling of someone in trouble. She takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly and straightening as she goes to charge into battle. Again.

Okay, maybe this is what she signed up for.]

[ii. network]

[Hello! Enjoy this bright teenage face who is doing her best to act like a normal teenager when they're not in event mode, because they're not supposed to be revealing their identities and all of that. So she is sprawled on her stomach on her bed, with her device held out in front of her.]

Two things! One - what's the recovery rate on stuff that gets destroyed during events? And is that event exclusive or is that all the time?

[She only asks because she's sure everyone has that friend who's really into explosives.]

Two! I know these devices are all magic-y and stuff, but has anyone ever tried coding apps for them? I mean, I get it that we're all in prison and everything, and I'm not saying that I need Snapchat to survive, but I might need Snapchat to survive.

[Please help her out, one of you nerdy types. She's about to end the video, when she perks up again.]

Wait, scratch that, three things! Is there actual shopping here that is not run by creepy mask people, or are we actually supposed to pull our entire wardrobe out of those closets? Not that I'm complaining about making access to my clothes easier, but sometimes a girl needs something new.

[Is she overdoing it? Quite possibly. It's been a while since she's had to establish her Teen Queen cred. but it's definitely still in there somewhere.]

[iii. wildcard]

[Set up your own scenario! I can roll with it.]

i. you gave me the hell event I cannot stay away

[stereotypicaljock]

[They can't win this.

Jason's encouraging and supportive when they come to him, looking for advice and support. He tells them to stay strong and fight to win, but they weren't built to last in a place like this. They've been here too long and the fatigue is getting to them. He's already benched Billy to give him more time to recover; Kim's next when Billy's recovered enough to handle her position.

The shouting came from his location, as embarrassing as that is to admit. There'd been a swarm of smaller, batlike creatures. By the time Kimberly arrives, he's pinned the thing down with a sword through its wing, and is crouched not far away, examining an ugly, swollen bite distending the skin on his bicep.

First aid. that's a thing he's never learned to do.

He grimaces at Kimberly approach, reaching over to cover the wound with his opposite arm to keep her from investigating more closely.]

Is it clear on the south end?

Thane Krios | Mass Effect

[thanatopsism]

A. Arrival.

[He knew that death wasn't going to be the end.

As soon as his full consciousness started to rise high enough for him to not only wake up but feel himself waking up, know he was waking up, with the pain of the injury that had killed him leaving him with a bright, cool feeling in its absence (a new one - this was no memory), something not quite hope but anticipation flared in his chest.

Into the Sea -- Irikah... Irikah. Irikah is waiting here. If he could ask her for forgiveness to her face, after all these years, hopefully share pride in the path that their son's moved himself onto...

The flare solidifies and starts to coil, twist, and wind around itself, reliving all-at-once everything, everything, good and bad, that's happened since her death.

And then he opens his eyes, and things become strange. Jarringly so - at the sort of point where it doesn't disturb him - it simply leaves him... hanging in the air, so to speak. Neither grounded nor obviously plummeting to his death.

When he gets up, sees and parses his bearings...

Now he's not hanging. He still isn't plummeting, but - he's in freefall, mentally. With no bottom in sight.

He's not... he's not helped.

He's confused, if anything. And some part of him isn't sure if he really is disappointed by this fact, or of exactly why he would or wouldn't be disappointed. Is it really disappointment? Or is it a -- lapse in the validation of expectations? Would be fair enough...

Except that he's in a garden... of Earth plants, as far as he can distinguish. And not too far away is a similarly human-architecturally-built manor that he has not seen before.

Maybe he's not dead yet, after all...

Whatever that might mean for him, he takes a moment to rest on hands and knees in the garden, muttering (audibly, but to himself) a prayer of hope. Of rightness, in whatever's going on.]

B. Library.

[It's interesting - knowing that it is really over now. That there's no going back. He thought he'd made peace with death already, but...

Having crossed the threshold, so to speak? It's something no one can be entirely ready for. It's something no one's come back from and can't describe for anyone looking to become ready. It occurs to Thane to think - if there is an afterlife for everyone, is this the mental place everyone he's killed has entered into?

Either way, the sense of stillness bothers him. Animate creatures aren't meant to be idle.

And so to occupy himself, he's moved into taking a lay of his surroundings.

He's touring the premises. Quietly - not talking to anyone else, moving about as subtly and efficiently as he can.

Eventually, he happens on the library, and... pauses there.

It's enormous. Larger than the biggest he's seen across space. Stories high, countless shelves full of books with and author credits to some familiar but more thoroughly infamiliar names.

He takes a sample inventory. Steps up to one shelf, inspects some glossy embossed text. Runs a couple of fingers down a couple of spines.

And then steps back a moment, hands clasped behind his lower back. Looks up, takes in and tries to weigh the scope of the place.

He says, quietly, and without a smile or any touch of judgment or irony:]

Enticing.

[The thought that in whatever part of an eternity one spends here, they won't be quick to run out on tools for personal enrichment, that is.]

C. Wildcard.

[If you'd like another prompt, don't hesitate to either make a request or hit me with one of your own!]

TRIPS OVER MYSELF GETTING IN HERE, B!

[normandysbest]

[Shepard does her best to keep herself busy around the mansion; mornings, get up, exercise, out for a run. Shower, eat something, catch up on the network and check in with friends. It's mundane and quiet between events, and from a few friend's suggestion, she's trying to pick up a hobby that doesn't waste bullets out in the forest.

She's paging through the library's stacks, idly trying to find something that interests her, when she hears his voice.

It can't be. It can't be.

Shepard takes a quiet step back, steps silent and practiced as she weaves towards the source of the sound, and--

It is.

Oh, holy fuck.

Her voice nearly hitches in her throat, and she knows he'll hear her before she speaks from the sharp intake of breath alone as she holds herself ]

Thane?

Frankie Bergstein | Grace and Frankie

[frankiesaysrelax]

A. Network

[ A very confused looking elderly woman pops up on the video feed, peering into the camera. ]

Hello?

Am I having another stroke? Or is this just a belated acid trip? Either way, I'm not comfortable with what's happening. Admittedly, after all the peyote it's a miracle I've never been on this trip before. I'm talking to all of you now, and while I have your attention, let me say: Namaste.

Also, if you see a woman with unnatural highlights in her hair about my age, walking like there's a stick shoved so far up her ass you could grab it from her mouth, that's my friend Grace. Will you let her know Frankie's here?

[ She goes to close the feed, then remembers something else, holding up a finger. ]

Oh, right, if you smell something funny in the garden, it wasn't me. Unless you're chill, man.

[ With that, she's done. ]

B. Garden

[ And Frankie's lying on her back in garden, smoking a joint. Look, she's over 70, she can do what she wants. And anyone cool enough to join her, feel free. ]

b!!!!! omg frankie /chinhands

[deathlessness]

[While Freya slept through the sixties, "recreational herbs" are not a new thing for witches, and they certainly aren't sparse in New Orleans. It's been a while since Freya has ... chilled out, so to speak, but when she catches the familiar scent in the gardens, she can't help but make her way closer curiously.]

You wouldn't be interested in sharing, would you?

Madison 'Maddie' Rocca | Power Rangers Mystic Force | Prose/Action and Network

[fluidsea]

[action] Madison was deeply concerned that both she awoke in a strange place and without the others nearby or at the very least, no way to contact them. She hadn't been planning on being sent to another dimension, this one with a Wonderland theme but she decided to swallow her nervousness and to explore the area. Madison might be seen trying to talk into her cellphone-like Mystic Morpher.

[Network]
Seeing as I doubt my friends are here, I have two small questions to ask: first doubts in fighting, do you have them? And my second is what's the longest you've been trapped somewhere?

Thank you.

Asriel Dreemurr || Undertale || Prose / Network Post

[resettheworld]

[Prose]

The gardens were beautiful here. Asriel could see the mansion from his small hiding spot behind the hedges. Waking up in this place had been a surprise. Asriel had been sitting with the yellow flowers and Frisk had just walked away. He was going to stay there until he turned back into a flower. He's surrendered to the idea but here he was, still himself, and in a place with so many monsters from his world. And Frisk. And Chara. He was afraid. Afraid to face them all. Afraid to see his mom and dad again. Afraid to hurt them.

Afraid he'd turn back into a flower the moment they all saw him. He couldn't do that to any of them. He decided to hide. He pulled his knees to his chest and stayed in his hiding spot. He was sure he'd turn back into a flower soon. He would just stay hiding until he did. Hopefully after too. He sniffled and tried his best to keep the tears from spilling but it was pointless.

He'd always been a crybaby.

[Network]

[It's hard for Asriel to open the compact and speak but he needs to. He needs someone to talk to. Someone who will understand. Someone he won't hurt. Only he has no idea what he's about to do will be seen by everyone. He doesn't know how to use the thing yet. Oops?]

...Chara? Are you there? It's me. Your...[He pauses. He isn't sure he can say that anymore.] It's Asriel. Can I talk to you? [He sniffles and he starts tearing up.] Please?

SLAMS IN HERE AT WARP SPEED

[fulllifeconsequences]

[They're... not ready for this. No matter how many times they do it, over and over again, they're still... they're not ready to face someone who's already let them go. Someone who's realized what kind of person they are - not the greatest - and found something better to hold on to. Someone who... he might be from a bad timeline. From the ending they haven't seen. From... from whatever it is that makes him afraid of them, but not of Frisk.

God, they're not ready for him to be afraid of them.

But he calls, and - and he's spent enough time calling them and not being answered, hasn't he? They can't be a silent ghost, even if they thing maybe it would be be better for him if they were.

Smile, Chara. You have to smile. Giggle and grin, so he won't cry. So he won't think it's so bad. It'll be fine. You should be smiling, too. Don't make this into a big deal. Don't make it feel like the world is ending. Who cares if he is your entire world, and you're going to have to go through him being afraid of you, wishing you were Frisk, knowing that what you tried to do would have started wars and ruined everything and it was all your fault? Who cares if you're not what he wished for, the one last threat to everyone's happiness, not the greatest person? Who cares if maybe he won't love you anymore, now that he knows how putrid and vile you are?

Just smile. Pretend this isn't as big as it is. Pretend you're just playing in New Home. It's all going to be fine.]

You'd better pause the waterworks, crybaby. This is public to the whole of Wonderland.

[Two sentences in, and they kick themselves. Don't start it by being mean. Don't start it like that. No wonder you're not the friend he wished for, you utter dunce! All you ever manage to do is be mean!]

...Still figuring this camera out, I'm guessing.

Evil Queen | Once Upon a Time

[unhappilyeverafter]

Arrival

There's a shattering of glass, a crash that fills her ears and her senses as the Evil Queen slams her better half into the mirror that had once held pride of place in the Mayor's office. A gloating smile of victory fills her face as she prepares to destroy Regina once and for all, when, she vanishes. Everything vanishes. The office is gone, and in its place, a completely different mirror, in a completely different room.

Immediately suspicious, she turns on the spot, eyes snapping around her, lips snarling in distaste as she looks for whatever idiot dared to intervene with a teleportation spell. She growls under her breath, turning with a dramatic flare of her dress and unfurling her fingers to reveal a brightly burning ball of flame.

"Do you really think you can play games with me?" she asks the emptiness around her, slowly venturing forward as she continues to search for whoever decided to play this trick. She steps out into the corridor, frowning in bemusement as she fails to recognise whatever this place could be. Over time, she explores much of the mansion, fireball eventually diminishing and her glower settling in place as she realises this trick may have more long term ramifications that she thought.

She tries on occasion to poof herself back to Storybrooke, with swirls of purple smoke enveloping her, only to leave her exactly as she was, unmoved. By now, her rage against Regina has simmered, and has instead settled upon the fool that dared to bring her to this place.

[henrydaniel]

Look, Henry's imagined a lot of people showing up in this place. Emma again, his grandparents maybe. So when he rounds a corner and immediately sees his mom, it's...fine, everything is fine.

Until he realizes how she's dressed.

"...Mom?" He's wary, looking at her in confusion. "Why are you dressed like that?"

Because it never crosses his mind that this would be any other version than the one who's been with him the entire time he's been in Wonderland.

Mae Borowski | Night in the Woods

[maedae]

the network

... You know, if someone had told me that falling down a hole would drop us into Wonderland, I would have thought that they were insane, but all things considered, this might be the least disturbing thing that has happened to me this week.

[This message is being brought to you by... a very disgruntled cat that kind of wrinkles her nose at the device here?]

I can't believe a fictional world from a children's story has better cellphone reception than Possum Springs. How is that even possible? ... No internet on here though, so I guess that's one thing that makes home more appealing than it has any right to be.

... So anyway, how do I leave this place? Do I have to jump into another rabbit hole? Or... find a hole in the sky to climb back up through?

around the mansion

[Mae Borowski has acquired a baseball bat. And when Mae has a baseball bat in her hands, things tend to break on the receiving end of it.

There are no convenience store lights or cars to smash with it here, though.

... Some of the mirrors will have to do.

As such, anyone who comes across her can catch her in the act of lifting a baseball bat into the air, preparing to swing it as hard as she can at a mirror on the wall. Will you try to stop her, or simply watch to see what happens?]

Network

[mourning_ghost]

[In return, Mae gets a bird who is more interested in the book he's holding in his wings than the device he's replying with.]

You wait until Wonderland sends you back.

roman/ian kruger | blindspot

[twofates]

[ A C T I O N]

[ At first, he wonders if this is just a vivid dream. He wakes up and finds himself laying on his back in what looks like a garden. If it is a dream, it's a nice one, at least for now. He'd been let out to help with that mission involving the motorcycle gang, and he's been out of that cell a few other times, but it's always fleeting and he can never fully enjoy it because he knows he'll be put back there eventually. Maybe it's really what he deserves, in the end, but as he stands up and brushes some grass off his jumpsuit, he can't help just savoring the smell out here, the fresh air, and the warmth of the sun on his skin. His eyes close as he just tilts his head upward for a moment, breathing it in.

This can't be a dream. It feels too good, too real. So that means he was let out for some reason. It makes no sense, though, because his sister would be with him. Did something happen to her? He looks around and spots a large building, deciding to at least start there. ]

[ N E T W O R K]

[ When he figures out how to use the device, there's a slightly panicked look in Roman's eyes. ]

Uh. Hello? I'm...I'm looking for my sister. Jane. She has to be here, I just don't know how to find her.

video; THIS IS FINE

[endingpoint]

[ Jane doesn't see the message right away. She's doing a tattoo on someone's leg and is just finishing up when they play their device and she hears the message, looking up sharply. She basically pushes the person out of the door and sits down with her device, watching the video.

It's him.

The man from her picture. He even has the scar, so it can't be Daisy's friend who died.

Now that she's faced with it, Jane doesn't know what to do. She clears her throat, wets her lips, and says nothing. She needs to and wants to before someone else does, but she has no idea who he is. Her brother, so this should come naturally, shouldn't it? She's supposed to protect him. That much she knows instinctively. ]

I'm...I'm here. Where are you?

[ Her voice shakes, maybe the only thing that betrays her cool exterior. ]

I'll come find you.

taako taaco | the adventure zone | spoilers through episode 57

[pocketspa]

network

[The camera opens up perfectly framed on the face of what appears to be an elf, standing outside visibly near the forest. He looks like he's going to pretty great lengths not to look at the camera directly until it turns on, at which point he gives it his attention. He's wearing the most garish hat and coat combo with a dark umbrella off his arm, and he speaks with a very distinctive voice.]

Hey. So. Read up on all your pamphlets and stuff. Here's the thing. I was pretty certain I burned Wonderland to the ground roughly, I dunno, a few hours ago. But since that seems not to be the case, lemme just make one thing super clear...

[He makes a big, sweeping gesture, looking off somewhere in the sky. But again, just looks Done As Hell.]

I'm not doing all this shit again! None of it! You can't fuck me a second time! I know this is fake!

[He addresses the camera again and makes a fake salute.]

So bye, fuckers!

[With that, he drops the communicator to the ground, without turning it off, and the video displays him turning around, walking towards the forest, lifting the umbrella by it's handle...

And shooting a fireball straight out of it, causing the forest to start going up in flames.

He can be heard, if someone listens carefully, to still be yelling I'll break my way out, I don't care, fuck this shit before the video feed cuts.]

mansion kitchen

[He's calmed down significantly, but that doesn't mean he's happy to be anywhere, so instead, he's taken to nearly disassembling the kitchen instead. Should someone walk in, they'll find Taako knee-deep in any cabinet or appliance, muttering to himself about the contents and how much of it really shouldn't be there and yadda yadda yadda. At the sound of the door, he pokes his head out, and will watch whoever it is pretty intently.]

Hail and well met, traveler! I am... not doing anything suspicious, so you can go now.

[He waves his hand a little like a dismissal.]

Bye.

[didntknowbest]

[...Who is this little goblin and what are they doing in the kitchen? Why are they making such a mess?]

Er... Well, you see, I need to make food, so no. I cannot go.

That is going to be quite difficult for me now, by the way, since you seem to have scattered all the tools that I normally use.

Emily Locke | Powerless | Let's do this!

[letsemilythis]

network

[ The feed first shows the upside down of a cheerful woman who is more than likely unfamiliar to everyone in Wonderland. Don't feel bad, Wonderland. You're unfamiliar to her, too. She's that new! ]

Hi, I'm-

[ Her eyes dart away from the lens to the feed and back again. She quickly turns the comm rightside-up. ] Sorry about that! This is so different from my phone! Which I seem to have lost, by the way.

Oh! But- uh. Hi! I'm Emily Locke! I work at Wayne Security, and I think I took a wrong turn somewhere? [ She turns to look around her room in confusion, the comm tilting back to show the top of her head and the blank wall behind as she does so. ] Or decided to take a nap somewhere? I don't know. [ She shakes it off and smiles again at the feed. ] But. If anybody could help me get back to R&D, I'd owe you some amazing home-baked brooooooooowwwwwwwnieeeeeeeeeeeees!

[ The feed jumbles again, and there's a sound of surprise, some muttering, something that sounds like, "Maybe if I-" and then the transmission finally ends. ]



action
Very, very cautiously, Emily sticks her head out the door of the room she woke up in. "Hello?" This looks like way too nice a place to be Wayne Security. Everything is nice, everything is clean... No, she isn't in Wayne Security. She isn't in her apartment building, either, because this is way outside her price range.

She steps carefully into the hall, looks both ways, and sets off in search of answers. If this is a prank her team has played on her - maybe they went out drinking and she drank so much she doesn't remember, except she feels fine? - it isn't funny. And if it's a new villain in Charm City who makes people think they live in luxuriously-halled buildings and so-so rooms that are actually about the size of her apartment, then... well. Obviously she'll have to give him a lecture.

And maybe ask about rent. How far from work is she here?

And what the hell is going on? Because something isn't right here.

action | SCREAMS POWERLESS IS GREAT

[cloned]

[Looks like someone's in need of a superhero, and the good news is, one of the best happens to be flying down the hall. Well, a clone of one of the best, at least. That's gotta count for something. Either way, Superboy is on the case.

When he sees a woman with the usual lost look of the newly arrived, Kon slows and lands, giving her a concerned look.]

Hey, you okay?

natasha romanoff | mcu

[deceptives]

NETWORK
Let's play a game. If you can guess who I'm thinking of I'll tell you a secret about them.

[ Which one of her friends is up today? ]

ACTION
[ Natasha's out by the gardens. With her device out, and leaning in to some of the plants, it looks like she's taking pictures of them.

Then she turns, taking a picture of the scene behind her. And you. ]

Do you know what that's called?

[ She's not interested in the plants. Natasha's documenting what's around her to take back. Play the tourist, don't get noticed and get back. That's the plan. ]

network

[shrinkage]

Bob Ross!

Billy Prior | The Regeneration Trilogy

[fissure]

[[ OOC Notes: Will match format. Open to literally any prompt/event/scenario ever, so feel free to set something else up. Probably too many things to warn for content wise, but it could encompass anything associated with war, physical or emotional issues, and vulgarity, so proceed at your own risk! PM this journal or @ blakeroo on plurk for any necessary clarification.]]

i.

"What a curious feeling..."

Alice had it right, he thinks, although it's clear from the tone of his mimicry that he finds this considerably less curious and immeasurably more disconcerting as he begins to familiarize himself with his surroundings. He's no expert in storybooks — no expert in anything really — but upon observation, he suspects there are certain experiences that should be exclusive to fiction.

White rabbits and shrinking girls and opium smoke are not the stuff of dreams, no sir, especially not Billy Prior's dreams, not unless Wonderland comes stocked with Mills bombs and gangrene and tired tinned beans. And yet it feels every bit like one unreality has been traded for another. Had he really left the front? Or was he back in Scotland with the rest of the loonies? He could be long gone for all he knows, drooling down his chin while some nurse sponges his balls and doesn't even need to think of England to keep herself right.

Christ, he could use a cigarette. The tightness in his chest says otherwise, its presence like a heavy hand over his heart, a niggling reminder that things are not well — that he's not well. But when had he ever been?

"If anyone spots Lewis Carroll, I'd very much like a word or two," he mutters, muddling his English accent. He knows exactly which ones he'd choose, too, although he hardly thinks them appropriate when Alice might be around to overhear. It wouldn't stop him, of course, but at least it's crossed his mind.


ii.

He's always hearing open air is good for the lungs, but he hasn't remembered ever having so much trouble breathing, and there's plenty of open air here.

The uniform's gone by now, traded in for something more civilian (If the word can be used in such a way, he thinks it apt; he hasn't returned to that life, but he likes to pretend.), and now he feels silly for it. Perched on the edge of a chair, back hunched particularly and knees tight together on one side, the young man grips the armrest while his head does plenty of laps in the pool.

Prior wheezes between words, each breath struggling past his lips. "How much must I hate— myself if my own dreams— are trying to kill me?" he asks, and while it should be interpreted as rhetorical, Billy already knows the answer: If this is anything at all, it's definitely not a dream. Regardless of that, if he's in control, then it's certain he isn't in for a very good time.

The hair on the back of his neck stands on end. He can feel eyes on him. It's not usually a problem — he's always liked attention, particularly when it's being freely paid — but he finds it inconvenient at present, like he's being observed from outside the bars of a cage not of his making.

"Didn't your mother tell you— it's awfully rude to stare?" Squeezed through the neck like that of a balloon, the words quiver as he rasps. His head is already floating, so he certainly can't say it isn't apt.

i

[ofletters]

It's not unusual to find people talking to themselves in Wonderland. Not just new people, of course; the longer they stick around, the more the mansion seems like a home for crazies than a gathering places for the between-worlders.

"Haven't seen him yet," Sam replies to the stranger, stopping on his way to crack a smile. "But I'll keep that in mind."

He imagines a lot of people have something to say to Lewis Carroll after their experience in Wonderland. He may not have created this place, a bastardized version of his already-messed-up world, but... well, maybe he did. Who knows?

"You could pass the message on to Alice or the White Rabbit. You're more likely to see them."

Though he's never been able to have a truly transparent conversation with the former and has never tried with the latter.

claudia donovan | warehouse 13

[hackrid]

( DO STUFF )
Holy shnikes, don't touch that! ( small redheaded girl wearing flannel and too many bracelets waves her arms wildly in the doorway of this room. her sarcasm turns up to 11. ) Ohhhh-kay, awesome it's in your hand uhh just-- hang on. Don't move, I gotta think.

( SAY STUFF )
( the video flips on to an up close and personal view of a redhead with a purple streak in her hair smiling like she ate the cookie from the cookie jar. )

Hey, fellow inmates, what's up? Uhh so just for the next hour or so, maybe steer clear of the kitchen. No biggie, everything is super under control and not at all on fire or anything. ( WINK ) Kay, bye!

DO STUFF

[mirabilis]

( Oh... you didn't want it touching? Maybe you shouldn't have left it out in the open. Just saying )

Just how dangerous is this? I thought we'd gotten past the trust part.

Akira Kurusu (protagonist) | Persona 5

[intrusivethot]

>> You decide to post to the network.

[ Like anyone not looking to walk headfirst into trouble in a new and strange place, Akira announces his presence.

...

Not right away. But a short afternoon after his inexplicable arrival sees wandering up and down the deceptively normal looking hallways of the mansion in his Shujin Academy uniform, a disquiet building at how perfectly okay that seemed to be. Right then. About now is when research would start? Morgana or Makoto would know better, but since it doesn't seem like they're here...

It's not like he tries to stand out either. Trouble just seems to find him after a time whether he wants it to or not. But since browsing the network archives isn't yielding anything useful without someone to bounce ideas off of, the next logical step is just bouncing them off the network. Thus comes an audio post. ]

Anyone seen a talking cat around?

[ He didn't promise it'd be a sensible one. ]

>> You decide to spend time looking around.

[ Funny that in the Checkerboard Fields he'd find a chess set.

It'd be the most futile game of chess against yourself to have ever taken place considering the life-sized pieces and the effort it'd take to hoof it from one side to the other in order to make a handful of moves.

But at the same time he's thinking on it, movement out of the corner of his eye draws his attention, turning to address the apparent passer-by. ]

Hey. Up for a game?

network

[cuteshit]

[It doesn't have to be a sensible question. Kanji tends to be on the lookout for new faces to begin with, his own arrival in Wonderland having been pretty damn rough, but mention of a talking cat gets his attention quicker than most.

He has priorities.]

There's the Cheshire Cat, but...

[He's not exactly cute and cuddly.]

That's not who you're talkin' about, right?

Velma "Velveteen" Martinez | Velveteen Vs

[fuckeduptimes]

a

[Velveteen has found the attic, and it's just what she needed.

Sure, she can get all the toys she could possibly want from the closets. And she's sure she'll have to resort to that sooner or later. But she's always preferred to take in the lost toys, the ones that had already been loved and used and were close enough to the end of their days that when they inevitably got destroyed in battle, well, at least they had a good life. She knows that the toys don't have any life or emotions besides the ones she gives them, but she still prefers to take volunteers. It feels more right.

She stands in the middle of the attic, wearing her usual brown and burgundy leotard with the rabbit tail on the back. She's got her domino mask and rabbit ear headband on too. She's Velveteen right now, not Velma. Even if they're the same person, well, Velveteen's the one who always ends up in alternate universes. Velma, theoretically, could be normal sometimes. Around her, old dolls with missing eyes and tattered clothes stand up. Stuffed animals that have been patched again and again rise next to them. A rocking horse steps off its rockers. All of them turn towards her.]

The children who loved you are long gone. I can't promise you a long life, but I can promise you one last adventure before you go. I can promise you'd go out defending other children. If any are here.

[There's a pause. A few toys shudder and fall to the ground. The vast majority, though, start walking. Velveteen nods and turns towards the stairs. Eventually she'll attach them to her utility belt or leave them in her room til she needs them, but for the moment, anyone who encounters her will also encounter a mob of ancient animated toys. It's fine.]

b

[How about a good old fashioned zombie event? Like any good superhero, Velveteen's encountered the undead before. She knows the protocol. In this particular instance? Protocol says run until she can find more weapons.

She ends up dodging through the garden, wishing her costume was a little less tested well with men 18 - 25 and more sturdy enough that her legs wouldn't get scratched up when she ran by a rose bush. She's managed to lose most of them, but there's two that are still doggedly on her tail. Metaphorically, not the fluffy white one attached to her leotard. Thankfully.

Well. Corpses are technically inanimate objects with faces. And she knows, unfortunately, that she's entirely capable of controlling them, just like anything else. She focuses, reaching out her powers, and feels for the invisible strings that she can grasp and... there. The closer zombie turns suddenly and falls on its partner, eating it with as much vigor as it would eat the living. Velveteen watches, somewhere between fascinated and disgusted.]

Fucked up times a million.

[And then the hordes start catching up. Velveteen reaches, but there's no way she'll be able to control them all. Not if she wants to remain upright herself. Instead she stretches out her power, reaching for what the garden has to offer her.

A stone angel breaks away from the fountain and moves to stand in front of her, sword raised, wings protecting her from gore. Topiary creatures step out of their pots, growing fangs and claws as they fall on the zombies.

She just hopes it's enough.]

a.

[powerofmabel]

[it's your basic, average Wonderland day, which means there's no events going on and while "average" has a very different meaning when you live in a page out of a storybook, Mabel at least knows that there's not supposed to be an army of bedraggled toys playing follow-the-leader with a girl in a bunny costume.

she stops skipping through the halls. she stares. she blinks. she shakes her head to make sure she's not hallucinating.] Razzle dazzle. [she whispers the words like an oath. or possibly a swear. and then adds, louder:] Are you a witch?

[look witches in bunny costumes? not that unheard of when you've been to Gravity Falls where eldritch beings look like triangles.]

goro akechi (persona 5) will match style!

[jurisdick]

[ note: i'll try to keep spoilers of the game to a minimum, but tagging it as such regardless!

( action| garden )

[ The water lilies and goldfish are quite the sight to behold. They give a peculiar, intimate feel to the otherwise gaudy mansion. It's only natural that he gravitates out there, lingering near the closest patch of flowers. This is wrong, all wrong. Seemingly soft, brown eyes are narrowed as they observe the new surroundings, still getting a feel for then. As par for the course, he hasn't readily made himself available to any other inhabitants prior to this jaunt. Interviews and fact-gathering come second after personal knowledge, after all. What's stronger than personal evidence? Actually seeing something?

If you're curious about why a lanky teenage boy (with bruises and what looks like recently scabbed over cuts and gashes) is giving the fish and flowers a rather dead stare, why don't you go ask? ]

( n e t w o r k )

If you could have one wish fulfilled - without limitation - what would it be?

[cuteshit]

Aside from wishing for more wishes?

"Zack" Issac Foster | Angels of Death

[zackthekiller]

((OOC WARNING: Zack is an impulsive, violent person who tends to swear a lot.))

Network

[Oh, sorry. Were you trying to have your dinner in peace? Too bad! Here's a bandaged Creepypasta lookalike with a scythe, and he does not look like he wanted to wake up in the attic.]

Alright, you sadistic bitch! I know you moved me in here while I was asleep!

[Oh, it looks like he might be a bit disoriented. Has he realized where he is yet?]

Where the Hell am I, and what the Hell did you do to Ray?! Answer me, or I will come find you and tear you to pieces!

[UM... Someone calm him down before he goes and kills somebody.]

Action

[And here we encounter Zack in a less aggressive state. He's pretty miffed at the fact that he was somehow magically teleported into Wonderland and he'll be stuck there for who knows how long, but hey. At least they have free room and board.]

[So, he'll be in the kitchen, pouring himself a soda... Into a bowl of cereal? Served with a bag of potato chips? Look, Zack doesn't have the best dietary habits, but someone should make him some actual food. Or laugh at his idea of a meal. Whichever suits you best.]

Event

[It's another zombie event, and Zack is going to town on the reanimated dead. With a swing of his scythe, he stabs a nearby zombie and sends it flying into a wall. He mercilessly swings his blade at more of them, stabbing and slashing them up with brute force. Sure, he's not used to having to deal with so many bodies at once, but he's loving the action. He's cackling with sadistic glee, even...]

[He might be enjoying this too much, and he's starting to get reckless...]

Zack's Mirror

[If you walk down a certain hallway, you might find a whole line of mirrors with messages written on them. The handwriting is a bit sloppy, but legible enough to read.]

Excuse me, but why are you like this? Did you have a rough life? ✞

Uh. Hey. I'm talking to you.

LOOK AT THE MIRRORS

YOU SERIOUSLY CAN'T READ?

[The last mirror in the row has a crude drawing of a man wearing a hoodie and some kind of pendant waving his arms frantically. It's kind of hard to make it out, since it seems the Mirror has given up on trying to get someone's attention and has begun to clean off the glass.]

[Are you up for giving Issac Foster's Mirror some company?]

breakfast club

[sweartoyou]

[She can't decide if this brief kitchen interlude is nice or not, with how it distracts from that whole Gotta Get Dead goal, but Ray figures it's a good idea to get some energy back. They'd probably have to solve some crazy puzzle in an escape attempt in the next few hours, so here we go...!

...Heeeere we stop! Zack, what are you doing... She can't watch this go on and keep silent any longer. After all,]

...You know you'd don't need to do that anymore. You can have real cereal with real milk.

[Never mind that she's got her own weird food quirk going on, tipping a bottle of sriracha sauce onto her scrambled eggs.]

peggy carter » mcu

[mucked]

DINING ROOM »

[ turns out, it's tough to refuse a buffet.

present and accounted for in wonderland for just under a fortnight, agent peggy carter feels as though she's been through the place with several fine toothed combs. on several occasions. but has yet to uncover even a fraction of its secrets and its hidey-holes. disappointing, really.

(downright troubling, she'd say if asked in earnest.)

but at least the nosh is good. she could do without the glitzy hall; however, it's tough to argue with a dining table that'll give you want you want. ] Apple and cheddar scones. Eton mess? Oh -- wouldn't complain about a breakfast fry-up, either.

[ good god, what a delight. she'll assuage her discomfort some with an eclectic plate. do feel free to interrupt her. or simply marvel at the gusto with which she devours her meal. suspicion makes for a hungry stomach, it seems. ]

NETWORK »

[ a brief (and simple) cipher appears: ]

Wr lpsuryh lv wr fkdqjh, vr wr eh shuihfw lv wr kdyh fkdqjhg riwhq.

Bonus marks if you give me the correct attribution. Chop chop.

(ooc: prose + brackets welcome. hover the cipher for solution!)

text

[krmvgivv]

[DIPPER HOPED THIS DAY WOULD COME AND HE IS SO READY.]

Frro txrwh. L grq'w nqrz zkr vdlg lw exw L gr nqrz pb fdhvduldq vkliwv.