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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.

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Okay! Teach me, teacher!

[Greg has literally never been this excited for school.]

[ Naysayers, party of two.

Jill's the restless sort; with the BSAA, she's always on the front lines as an SOA, whether it's in the midst of an outbreak or investigating, it's very rarely that she has any downtime. Her work is her identity, both her passion and her dream, something she strives for above and beyond anything else. It frustrates her in a way she's incapable of expressing when it comes down to it and though she's obliged to wear the provided clothing, something about all of this disquiets her beyond the fact she's meant to simply swallow this bitter pill as more than just a fever dream.

It's fine, she's back home, drenched in sweat, and there's Chinese waiting in the fridge for her for when she feels better. That is, of course, assuming this dream isn't the most vivid she's ever had.

A little frustrated, but glad for the company, Jill's shoulders rise and fall with a solid huff. ]

In a country where I come from, traditionally they supposedly do. [ She knows about it primarily due to work and dealing with customs undercover. ] I'm not sure I'd like to test the theory that they do, though. We are here, after all.

[ Her yukata is the dark grey of a stormy sky, with little in way of pattern. It's a little baggy to accommodate for her body shape, but more comfortable for that reason. She tugs the sleeve up to offer a solid hand to shake. ]

Jill. I take it you're somewhat frustrated and doing a little exploring, too?

[ He hears what this woman is saying. The sentences connect. It's all comprehensible, technically speaking. She even keeps to reasonable hours of social discussion, in his opinion.

Comprehensible, reasonable, yet impossible to grasp. She is an enigma. Raymond still responds in relatively quick time, a mug of hot water and a plain English muffin resting on the table at his side. His response is stoic in all respects. It's basically like getting a reply from an eloquent statue. ]

We have all been forcibly abducted to this unknown location and held against our will. Several sources have attempted to explain to me that magic exists in reality. As though I were a gullible child. The community garden is a vessel through which chaos spreads its unfeeling, tomato-treading fingers on a whim.

[ He takes a drink of water. ]

This mansion... stinks.

[ She's in good company. Unfortunately Jill's on the shorter side of 5'4", but her arms are far from thin and the rest of her body shapely. Her lower body is honed to make up for her stature, only visible in that she favors clothing fitted for ease of movement. Her stride is direct and no-nonsense in such a way that she's more than a little surprised to be approached.

It takes her a moment, but with a faint shake of her head she offers her hand firmly to respond in kind. On her end it's less of a shake and more of a clasp, but the smile she eases into makes up for the harshness of the gesture. ]

You might have better luck once I've actually had coffee, but you're welcome to my time. [ The little wrinkles in the corners of her eyes become more visible when her smile widens. A light huff of air, almost a laugh that turns to words. ] Jill. I'm afraid that you've found yourself someone in the same predicament.

[ She's cautious, though, quick to scan her surroundings. Now's as well as any time to play friendly, she supposes. With a sweeping motion, she tilts the chair back and slips in without pushing the legs back much further. ]

You typically as chipper as this so early or is this how you work your entrapment?

[ She's joking, honest. ]

[Kon's not a total moron, and this... isn't totally an unusual situation, especially around here. She's either from a different universe or she's time traveling. Either way, she doesn't know him. Great.]

Right. I'm Kon-El. [A beat.] Superboy.

[ Community input!! Leslie sits up straight, listening to the man attentively. He sounds a little like someone from one of Ben's TV shows. The ones where they talk about things like oscillating warp drive plasma arrays and yell at the computer a lot.

Until the end. She blinks, momentarily stunned into silence. ]

That's...that's a very strong sentiment, sir.

[ Stinks? Stinks? Eagleton stinks. Libraries stink. Wonderland may not be Pawnee, but come on. Magic closets. Leslie smiles encouragingly. ]

I'm sure that you can think of something you love about this place. C'mon. One thing.

I don't think you should eat this, little one.

[Her voice is gentle, like a summer breeze. She is outside in the gardens - of course she is - surrounded by trees and sitting on the ground.]

It doesn't look healthy. Man-made, artificial. Not good for one like you.

[She may not know what precisely this little tree person is, but of course there is a feeling of kinship.]

Hello.

[Groot stops gnawing on the side of the device and perks up, looking at the pretty lady on the network. She has hair like Gamora and a green hue that is very pleasing. He likes green, green is a good colour.

And she's very right about the device, it does not taste good at all. No, sir.]

I am Groot?

[Perhaps she has other food he can have?]

You should come outside, Groot. The sun is shining and there is life everywhere.

[Which does translate to food. Obviously she doesn't know how exactly this one feeds, but the sun can only help and she's sure he'll find what he needs then. Trees are nothing if not resilient.]

What do you like to eat?

I am Groot! [He will always go right, friend. Always. Even when you go left, he will be going the other way to be a good Groot. That is what he has chosen to take away from this because otherwise, he's agreeing to not say asshole and it's hard not to say asshole when you hang out with a bunch of a-holes. Groot can pretend to humour Peter but he's not going to give up his beloved word. He likes that word. Almost as much as fuck.

But that one often gets his candy taken away so he cleans up his language a little more these days - he is a good tree.]

I am Groot! [He knows who MJ is, he's heard him sing before and he is EXCITED okay? he wants to hear more and dance and be a zombie. Not a real zombie but a fake one. Real zombies are scary.] I am Groot.

[Don't be shy, new friend. Don't be so nervous either. Groot will show you how to handle a Groot. His vines slowly trickle out and wrap around her thumbs as if to say he appreciates it, he's holding on and he doesn't wanna be put down. He's happy right now.

Please do not drop him!] I am Groot! [Bomb obstacle courses? Sounds fun!]

I am Groot.

[Pie, whipped cream, roots, M&Ms and lettuce. He did like chewing on batteries but Rocket said no so Groot will not partake any further. Even if he does miss the burny taste. Groot stands up and carries the device in front of him, it tilts a little onto his head and makes Groot's face very close up as he toddles along to the outside.

He does like the sun, the grass and the small animals!] I am Groot!

I'm sure we can find things for you. There are a lot of plants out here, blossoms, roots, everything that grows. You are growing too, aren't you? I think you're already taller than you were a minute ago.

[He is precious. She watches his face in the close up, smiling and unable to feel even the least bit put upon. How can she, when dealing with something as adorable as this?]

Are you all alone here, Groot?

I am Groot!

[About time someone noticed! Yes, he's been working out with his friends and trying to get much BIGGER so he can help them all escape. He has started to tame the mighty pigeons on the roof to help him build up a rep here among the tiny animals. He likes to think it's working out pretty we--

Whoops.

Ran into the doorway. He can't see ahead because of the device so these things happen. He leans it down and peaks forward. Oh. To the left a little. Okay, he's back on track.]

I am Groot. I am Groot. [He has friends but they are all currently busy. It's okay, he can amuse himself.]

The pigeons? Oh, they have a lot to fear from you. I'm sure they'll know to listen soon.

[She doubts it, actually, since pigeons aren't exactly known for their intelligence, but that's neither here nor there.]

If your friends don't have time, maybe you'll keep me company for a while? We can both try to get stronger.

I am Groot. [Nod. Nod. They will learn to fear his wrath.

He hurries along and now he lifts the device up over his head so he can see better, hurrying along at a faster speed now.] I am Groot! [He's on his way, he just has to avoid all of the feet and edges and things in the way. Once he's finally through the outside of the door, he stops at the entrance and looks around before lowering the device to face level.]

I am Groot?

No, dude, no — you follow! Unless we tell you not to follow, then you don't follow, you got that? [ oh my god, you're going to give him a heart attack. this is going to be the whole detonator button all over again, isn't it? is he going to have to strap groot to him so he never actually goes right when they go left? ]

I know, man. They're pertifying! I remember when I watched this zombie movie and then I couldn't sleep for a week … [ peter shakes his head, then looks at groot from the corner of his eye. he's quick to amend: ] Not that I'm a scaredy cat. Nothing scares me. [ he puffs out his chest, sitting back in his chair. ] I'm Star-Lord. Brave and fearless and feared. Zombies got nothing on me!

I am Ivy.

[And she has put her device aside already, having awaited him. She kneels on the ground so she's closer to him, smiling still. How could anyone not smile at such a sight?]

It's an honour to meet you.

[Groot untangles himself from the wrist and climbs onto the table again, nodding his head along to what Peter is saying.] I am Groot. I am Groot. I am Groot. [Whenever you guys say follow, don't follow unless you say don't follow? Look, Peter, he's totally got it. He knows what to do. No matter what, always go left and never, ever follow.

He drops down onto the table facing Peter and beams proudly.] I am Groot. [Peter, you're always scared. You are a scaredy cat. Learn to be like Groot. Groot is never scared, Groot is strong and noble.

Groot definitely didn't cry yesterday because he got lost. He is brave.]

I am Groot.

[He points at himself. Then points at her. Pretty lady. Ivy. He will just make sure he has that name right, he doesn't want it to be like that time he called Drax the wrong name cause that was awkward.] I am Groot?

[With a smile, he looks around and then moves in closer to her, bouncing up and down a little.] I am Groot!

Exactly. You've very good pronunciation. [Ivy nods and holds her hand out so he can take it, should he want to. There is no shyness there, she feels like they are kin already. Anyone attuned with nature experiences that some time.]

It's nice to meet you too! Are you from here or were you also brought in somehow?

[Of course he is, he's quite the linguist.

Groot reaches out and takes the hand with both of his, shaking it up and down before he slowly trickling out some vines to wrap around the hand, using it to pull himself up and onto it. He does enjoy to explore people, especially people who are big. He misses being big a lot.

He shakes his head as he begins to climb.] I am Groot.

[If Ivy is surprised to see the vines, it doesn't show. She holds still, but doesn't help him either. He can prove that he can do it all by himself.]

So we are both new. But the gardens are beautiful.

[Getting up slowly to keep him from falling off, Ivy walks back in the direction of the trees.]

I don't like being inside, if I can help it. Men always want to lock me up.

I am Groot.

[He nods as he makes his way onto her shoulder and looks out to the garden, impressed by how green and bright everything is this morning.

Why would anyone want to be inside or keep someone inside when everything is so pretty out here? He would say it makes no sense but the world is full of assholes.]

It really is. They want to destroy nature and never stop to notice how beautiful it is.

[She stops by a tree and puts her hand against it, watching as a little sapling begins to grow. At least nature hasn't left her stranded without some command.]

Is that something you like to eat, Groot?

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