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Has this ever happened to you? You are an adventurous and daring roleplayer bursting with motivation and ideas, and Wonderland seems just the place for you to let your creativity flourish, AND YET... you doubt.

Unsure if your grasp on that one character's voice is as firm as you'd like it to be? Wondering how exactly your regular character's quirks will work out, once you've turned them into a Mirror? Curious and curiouser about how your magnificent muse might fit into the world of Wonderland? Or do you simply want to warm up and stretch your legs, before submitting that application and coming to meet entranceway's characters and players?

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[astrological]

Yeah! You rock, buddy. Did anyone ever tell you that?

[ he'd do a fist pump but there's no one in the room with him to witness it. peter's looking at the phone before he realises he can move out of his room — and he does just that. ]

[ with his eyes on his device, he opens that door, clicks it closed, looks to his left, straight ahead, even at the ceiling, and when he turns to his right — ]

[ his eyes almost burst out of his head. he's not even looking at his phone when he sees — ]

Groot!

[catchacold]

I don't trust this place either. No one should. But it seems to genuinely have no effect on anything back home, so there's that. For better or worse.

[He smirks, looking at his cards and then up at her.]

So, what are you? Drummer?

[oakay]

[No. No rock, only Groot. Groot is not a rock, he is a Groot. Come on, Peter, these are things he should know by now.

Fortunately, he is distracted by the fact that the Peter face is now talking very loud and over there somewhere. He sounds close. Groot lowers the Peter face down and there, no longer blocked from view, is the actual Peter.

He throws the Peter face aside cause Peter face is not as good as all Peter. The very important device smashes into the wall and bounces away as Groot runs to all Peter and launches himself up until he's flying through the air and aiming for Peter's chest. GROOT HUG.]

I AM GROOT!

[astrological]

[ you know, for a small tree, he's still a little strong. or maybe that's what peter tells himself. groot will always be that strong, unbreakable friend of his. the guardian who is a guardian. he remembers how his vines had wrapped snug around him long ago. ]

[ peter does his best to catch groot. instinct makes him want to shy away, but he keeps his feet firmly planted on the ground as he catches him and hugs him. he's so small and cute ... ]

Peter! I mean, Groot! [ he shakes his head. groot's talking in third person can confuse a guy sometimes. ] I'm so happy you're okay! And you're here. With me. On the same floor. Have you been here all this time?

[oakay]

I am Groot.

[Nod. Yes, he has been here this whole time, merely doors away, unaware that instead of settling for Peter face, he could have had all of Peter. He climbs up his chest and wraps his vines around his upper arm and shoulder to pull himself up onto the desired spot.

the much coveted shoulder patch.]

I am Groot. [He pets Peter's face. He is a good friend. Now he knows he's going to be safe from the feet and the too tall things.] I am Groot?

[astrological]

Hey, that tickles. [ he laughs a little. he tries to pocket his phone where his cassette player is, but upon realising there's really no room in his pocket and that the weight of cassette player and wonderland device is going to be heavy, he tosses it over his shoulder. groot's is gone, so maybe his should be, too. those things aren't important anymore, right? ]

[ turning his head, peter looks at him from the corner of his eye. he lifts a hand in case groot's going to fall forward. he frowns once he realises what's gotten groot so worried. ] If anyone steps on you, they have to deal with me. No one's stepping on Groot. I'll throw them up the rabbit hole or even behead them myself!

[ okay, he may forgo the beheading, but no one's allowed to step on groot. ] Has anyone stepped on you? I want names, Groot. I'll go step on them!

[oakay]

[Shake. Shake. He hasn't been stepped on. There were a few near accidents when he originally started to wander in the gardens but no one had stood on him so far. There was an incident with a scary pigeon who came flying at him and tried to eat him. He tells Peter the entire noble, daring and terrifying tale:]

I am Groot.

[... Maybe something gets lost in translation. Look, you really had to be there. He's okay, friend, he roots himself to Peter and happily clings on his shoulder, looking at the higher up world instead. So big, so fancy.]

[astrological]

[ do you like his jacket? he got it from the closets. nice comfortable shoulders, great collar, fantastic fabric and cut. ]

[ so no the point. ]

[ peter's eyes narrow, and for a moment he looks a little dumbfounded. ] You tried to eat a bird?

[ he doesn't think that's right. groot doesn't strike him as a bird eater. can trees eat birds? he doesn't think so. groot's always eating the little leaves that sprout on him, and those bugs that are like little lights ... and other weird things. ]

Whatever. I'm going to make sure no bird tries to come near you, okay? No Wonderland birds or Cheshire cats are going to appear on your branches, Groot! They'll have to battle Star-Lord, and I can already tell they're shaking in their boots.

[ then he yells into the hallway: ] Groot's with Star-Lord! Yeah, that's right! Be scared! I'm with Groot!

[oakay]

I am Groot. [He linefaces hard at him. You need to work on your language skills, buddy. He would never eat a pigeon, they are vile meat, he could do a lot better. Like flowers. He tries to clarify the story with a tilt of his head and waving his arms and then pretending to be scared.] I. Am. Groot.

[Nodding his head at the bird protection, he gives a thumbs up. He learned a thumbs up recently and he likes that one, it means everything is a-okay. And it usually is when he is with people.

Look at Peter, being protective, he is the b e s t!

Leaping up on his shoulder, Groot joins in and starts to roar, beating against his chest to also look like a fearsome foe.] I am GROOT!

[astrological]

[ he thinks he gets it now. a bird tried to eat groot? yeah, so not happening. add "bird killer" to his business card, with an asterisk and small print to clarify he's not a bird killer in the literal sense, just that he waves them away from groot. ]

[ peter jumps a little once groot starts roaring. ]

Oh my gah — Star-Lord on a tree. [ nice save, peter. he doesn't want to swear in front of the young one who swears on occasion. ignorance is bliss. ] Groot, warn someone when you're about to do that. You almost scared me half to death!

[ his heart slows down, and peter seems to recover. ] That's what you have to do when the birds come. I don't think there are birds in here, but keep an eye out. You'll have to scare any of them away if this place has a literal open door policy. But let's go get some cupcakes. I don't know about you but all this roaring has made me hungry.

[ he starts walking. are you tucked safely on his shoulder, little miss daisy? ]

[oakay]

I am Groot.

[He is sorry, friend. Sometimes he forgets how terrifying and badass he is. He will try not to be scary again because he does like Peter and he doesn't want him to suffer the fearsome terror that is the Groot.

He tucks himself carefully into the shoulder and beams at Peter excitedly. CUPCAKES!!! YES! THIS IS A GOOD DAY.]

I am Groot.

[astrological]

I know! I've been looking forward to this for a while, too. Cupcakes, man. Think it'd be all-you-can-eat? Maybe if we make it to tea time we can have as many cupcakes as we want.

[ at the mention of that, he moves quicker — his strides are longer, though he doesn't break out into a run. he's got groot on his shoulder and there's no seatbelt in sight. ]

But we have to be careful. We don't want to stay too long if we do go to tea time. I can't remember what time the clock's are stuck on, but remember that the clock's aren't right, okay? My mom used to tell me to always wear an extra watch whenever someone invited me over for tea just in case they were a little mad. [ his face scrunches up as he tilts his head slightly to the side. ] Or they wore hats? I can't really remember.

[ that's a lie, he can remember. everything that has to do with his mother, he remembers as though it'd happened a mere second ago. ]

[oakay]

I am Groot!

[He can handle as many cupcakes as he's given, as many as he can. He wants all of the cupcakes. He hasn't eaten yet since he got here, not properly, only really a flower and it wasn't the best flower. Not enough petals, all stem. Ew.

Groot raises his hands. Pats the top of his own head. Frowns. Oh He is not wearing a hat so he is not a little mad. He is a not-mad friend. He gives Peter the double thumbs up and almost tumbles off his shoulder from lack of balance.

He's soon back, latching on tight. Whoops.]

I am Groot.

[astrological]

Maybe you shouldn't give any thumbs up until you're sitting down. This jacket doesn't have seatbelts. Safety first, Groot.

[ yet. watch this space, he's going to patent the shit out of that. ]

[ it's not good to know that groot hasn't exactly eaten properly yet. it's the first thing peter wanted to do (and sort of did). he'd found the tea room, asked for a whole platter of crap, looked it all over, then asked himself what gamora would say, what rocket would quip, what drax would monotone, and then what groot would do. and instead of following the latter, he'd done something so uncharacteristic of himself: he turned away from a buffet of food. ]

[ that's because he asked himself what nebula would do, and that's poison the food. ]

[ he sighs, a little content now that he's found a friend here. ] Did you ever have stories about a girl that fell down a rabbit hole and found herself in a weird but crazy cool world?

[oakay]

[That is a wise suggestion, Peter. He will take that on board.] I am Groot.

[Groot is also glad to have found Peter, before then he was just with the Peter face and the Peter face was too small and fragile, too breakable and capable of being lost. This is not the same when it comes to this Peter, all of Peter. He's taller and stronger. It's interesting how much their dynamic has switched, he can no longer protect Peter like he used to because he's now smaller and more spuishable.

But God, he would try. He really would try if he had to. No one hurts his friends.]

I am Groot? [A girl falling down a rabbit hole? No. He shakes his head.] I am Groot.

[ainteasy]

[ by contrast, gamora's relief to see him here manifests not in a smile but in a brightness to her eyes. some of that initial steel in the way she'd addressed the network gives way to something more familiar. familiar and so, so, so very unspoken. ]

That's the worst lie I have ever heard. [ okay, so that's probably not true. and it's hard to take her criticism seriously when she's fighting down delight that she's not here alone. ]

No self-respecting merchant takes dances as payment.

[ peter, please. ]

[ainteasy]

[ years. she doesn't comment, but the depth of her grimace says enough. ]

How is it you're still here?

[ -- it's a double-edged question. on one hand, it speaks to her faith in his ability to wriggle out of a tight spot. on the other? well. there's an implicit criticism. ]

[astrological]

Remind me to find the book. You should read it. [ or have it read to you. he doesn't quite know if groot can read. ] You might learn a thing or two, like how a raven's like a writing desk. I could never figure that one out.

[ peter comes to a stop in front of a door. peering inside, he notices how it's set up like a little room to sit down and enjoy a small little meal. he doesn't walk in immediately, firstly surveying the surrounding area for any evil birds that may attack groot. once he discerns the coast is clear, he walks right into the tea room. ]

What are we eating? [ he walks past a couple of tables before he chooses one. pulling out a chair, he doesn't sit in it — that one's for groot. he pulls out the one beside it and sits, leaving groot on his shoulder if he feels comfortable. drumming his fingers against the table, he looks around. ] Where is everyone? Seriously, how am I supposed to get my pie?

[ and when he looks back at the table, there it sits: a nice, warm pie. ]

[astrological]

Um. [ wait for it, gamora. wait for him to say you are wrong. he closes his eyes and shakes his head before opening them. yep, she's still there, as green and as beautiful as ever. ]

[ or deadly or whatever. you know. whatever. ]

A lot of respectable people take dances as payment. Like ... Whitney Houston. She's a very respectable and classy lady, and everyone wants to dance with her.

[ take that, gamora! ]

And ... David Bowie! Groot! [ now he's just wracking his memory for the artists he knows who have sung about dancing. groot sort of counts. ] Don't tell me you don't find Groot respectable. Be careful with what you say now. Trees have ears and stuff. And Wonderland's trees are particularly talkative.

[oakay]

[He hops off Peter and onto the table instead of the chair, looking around with a curious expression and just trying to find any potential food things for them to eat. He's very hungry and he has no idea how they are supposed to get the food.

Then he turns back, he halts and his eyes go wide.

There is pie.

Nice, warm pie that smells great and looks great. He creeps in closer with his eyes big and shining, excited by the prospect of delicious pie.] I am Groot. [He moves in faster now and his vines slowly spread out and wrap themselves around the pin tin. Mine.]

[astrological]

Come on — no — Groot — [ peter sighs. there's no point in reaching out and stealing it, is there? groot's groot. he's a growing tree, and he needs all the nutrients he can get to become a super strong tree again. ]

[ why did he have to take his pie? ]

Fine. [ he crosses his arms against his chest and tries not to pout. ] I got that for you, anyway. I didn't even want a nice, warm, delicious apple pie. [ he leans back in his chair, arms a little tighter against his chest. ] I wanted a … a sausage roll! And lots of ketchup.

[ when he looks down again, there it is. ta da! peter smiles, happy. ]

You should try it, Groot. Ask for one of your leaf thingies.

[ainteasy]

[ okay, there's a war happening somewhere behind her grimace. however grating she finds his wheedling and his arguing, she can't deny a stab of curiousity whenever peter trots out these names: unknown to her, and just a little beguiling. unlikely to ever admit it, she likes learning about these bizarre terran ways.

(even if she's halfway-certain peter's making a good chunk of it up; asshole.)

gamora doesn't relent. ]

Groot's different

[ yes, that's all peter's getting. ]

[oakay]

[Groot is too busy pulling the pie in close. The pie must be protected. The pie must be his. Once it's closer enough, he literally starts to climb in it. How best to eat pie? Well, from the inside out.

The apple in this is so good. He is in heaven.

This is legit heaven. Pie heaven.

He bursts back out of the pie and grins at Peter. He is a sticky apple pie mess now but he still throws his arms out and closes his eyes, making a wish for food.] I am Groot!

[Ta da! There is whipped cream, more pie and a cooked shoe!]

[astrological]

Yeah, I know. Groot's cool, and he's got a good rhythm to him for a baby tree.

[ peter doesn't even blink. is it insulting to groot if he doesn't find himself threatened by him? perhaps it is; perhaps peter's just as thick as a tree trunk to not realise he should be up in arms by what gamora's implying. ]

[ or he's acting calm on purpose. if he doesn't rise to her bait, maybe he'll unsettle her. gamora's someone who knows how to deal with violence. what she doesn't seem well-equipped with is softness. and peter baiting her back with such a hand seems the best way to win this little war right now. ]

You should see him do the Moonwalk. Classic. Even better than MJ himself!

[ yes, peter quill is being an a-hole right now. throws line into sea, waits for the very awesome fish to bite. ]

[ please bite. ]

[astrological]

You — [ why does he bother? peter sighs. ]

Groot, you need a knife and fork! Weren't you told how to eat at the dinner table?

[ he doesn't actually know tree etiquette. do you eat with your hands? do you even eat pies? he thinks to pull a napkin out of thin air but decides it's useless. if he tries to clean up groot now, he'll just be a mess in two seconds anyway. ]

[ he looks at groot's request. the dad face is on. ]

You don't need that much whipped cream. You're going to get sick, and then I'm going to have to deal with you being sick. And I've got to say, you're not fun when you're sick. Like, I didn't even know trees could get sick except for when they seep sap, but when you're sick you just seep everything else. It's kind of gross.