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[vitaelamorte]

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?

THEN WE HAVE JUST THE THING FOR YOU!

If this delicious apple in its constant, looming spin



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[catchacold]

I'd definitely go with the drink first.

[directed]

[Rip is a frequent visitor to the roof, having set up his own little project of sorts away from the prying eyes of the mirrors and the frequently wandered halls of the mansion below. He's got a box of tools and a satchel of parts, bits and pieces he's managed to coax from the closet with the right set of wishes, damn uncooperative magic--thing. Now headed for the spot Rip has unofficially claimed as his, his brief walk is interrupted by the sight of a figure moving gracefully in the distance.]

Sara?

[It's been nearly half a year since the last time Rip laid eyes on her; half a year since she left her quarters on the Waverider, swallowing back all the pain and grief and fear she felt in the wake of Laurel's death, and her confession that she couldn't continue on without her sister's strength.

Of course, Rip has no way yet to know if it's been that long for her, or if Sara's even experienced that moment at all--or if she even knows him. It's one of the many pains Wonderland puts their merry number through, these timeline differences, but even knowing this, it doesn't stop Rip from changing direction and walking towards where Sara stands.]

Around the Mansion

[ishisstrength]

[Her heels click softly against the hard floor of the mansion halls. Justine reaches out towards he walls, brushing thin fingers against the golden filigree laid into the molding. Curious.

Her head turns when a familiar voice fills her ears and she sets off down the hall towards it's source. Thomas?

Justine is dressed in white. The hem of her skirt brushing against her knees with each step. Silky black hair falls pleasantly over her shoulders accenting the delicate curve of her neck. She pauses when she catches sight of the familiar man, her dark eyes dancing over his skin before meeting his gaze.]

I think you'll have to find them. You know how difficult the Hutts like to make things.

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[deathwalkers]

Well, I can help with the drink but not the answers. What's your poison?

eyyy podcast buddies!!

[deathwalkers]

You know, I did notice that. [ vax gestures at, well. all of hadrian. ] But I was... a little distracted? And didn't mean to end up so close to you.

[ read as: he rolled like. a five attack and the dagger did not end up where he wanted it to go and he just decided to bamf there anyways. because hashtag yolo. ]

Sorry about that.

[ mostly. ]

You gonna eat all of those? [ vax points to the bowl of apples. ]

[taer]

Why don't you point me the right way?

[ she has no idea who just responded, or her reply might look somewhat different. ]

[catchacold]

[His name shows on the network, same as anyone, but he remembers that it has taken him a while to figure it all out too, so by her reaction he guesses that either she hasn't figured it out yet or that she's from a time before his mere presence would have been much cause for excitement.]

Tell me where you are now and I'll escort you.

[Mostly he just figures that a meeting at the bar, surrounded by others, might not be what either of them prefer.]

[taer]

[ sara had chosen the roof for its relative privacy, for the overview it offers of the surrounding grounds, for the fresh air. she hadn't actually expected to find company here, much less that of someone she knows, but she recognises that voice.

it hasn't been half a year for her. it's been a mere few hours since she's last seen rip hunter, since he'd shot her in the chest. for a moment, she tenses — but there's none of the distrust and dislike she's come to expect in his gaze. there's warmth, some pleasure even.

she rolls her shoulders, forcing the tension that's crept into them out again. ] Rip. [ if there's a questioning note in her voice, who can blame her? it's a greeting, for the most part. ]

[taer]

What's on offer?

[deathwalkers]

Just about anything you can dream of, really.

[taer]

[ whelp here i go fucking up game mechanics on my first tag; sara figures it out a moment later and then has to take a moment before she can respond again. somehow, she doubts it's someone playing a sick joke on her; this whole thing is too bizarre for that. ]

The roof.

[ a moment later, she finds herself typing out: ] Is it really you? [ despite knowing that given his words, she'll see for herself soon enough. ]

[taer]

That's a lot. How 'bout a shot of whiskey. Something smooth.

[catchacold]

[Don't you worry, it's taken me so much time to figure it out too, you are already one step ahead catching on to it on the TDM!

The words 'The roof.' don't give it away just yet, but moments later...]

The one and only.

[For better or worse. Either way, he makes his way up to the roof, cold gun in the holster by his side, looking much like always as he exits onto the roof, looking around and then heading over to her right away.]

Been a while.

[Ever so casual.]

[blackraith]

[He doesn't need to hear her voice, doesn't even need to see her to know where she is, know that she's there. He can feel her, on a bone deep, soul deep level. The fact that she's sought him out is both flattering and painful.

His heart's hammering in his chest is proof of the hurt. She looks like before he'd nearly died, before Lara had sent her to die. In his arms. A part of him wonders if he kisses her if it will burn him again, but he doesn't trust himself to avoid her either.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The air is heavy with the smell of dust and mold and sweat, but under that he can smell her essence. His Hunger growls as its favorite meal is noticed and he balls his fist up to shove it down just so he can talk to her.]

Justine... [Just saying her name makes him long for her but he's stronger than his own lust and desire, dammit.] Does this mean you'll be my Princess Leia. I'm sure we can find you the outfit somewhere.

[taer]

[ "the one and only" both does and doesn't confirm it. it seems like the kind of thing he'd reply, but sara doesn't quite let herself believe it, doesn't let herself hope before she spots him exiting onto the roof, strolling toward her casual as can be.

she's feeling anything but casual; the last time she'd seen him, he'd been sacrificing himself for mick, for all their freedom. ]

Leonard. [ her voice is surprisingly even for the emotion she's feeling. ]

[catchacold]

[It's a strange thing to get used to, being a living ghost, but Wonderland has definitely seen fit to give him ample time to practice. It still doesn't help him with how to really handle these moments.

Too emotional for him, by a long shot. It's not surprising that he ends up settling on something rather flippant in reply.]

Boo.

[taer]

[ sara's lips press together, not in annoyance so much as because it really is him and she refuses to acknowledge the loss she'd felt if he doesn't. if he even knows what happened to him. if she understands what goes on in this place, he might not. ]

Very funny. [ she lets out a breath. ] You said something about a bar?

[deathwalkers]

Good choice.

Have you found your way around yet? Know where the dining room is?

[taer]

Afraid not.

[catchacold]

Did I? Sounds like me.

[However, he still doesn't feel much like the bar, like people, so instead he puts his hand into his pocket and produces a flask, holding it out to her.]

I brought the bar to us.

[What more do they need?]

Got cards too, if you're feeling the itch. Still want answers?

[ishisstrength]

[Justine can see his struggle. She knows him and the war that ranges inside of him. There is an edge to it this time, something that she doesn't know. Her brows furrow though her face doesn't lose it's beauty. What has changed?

His words cut though her concern, his voice velvety and alluring. She slowly steps forward unable to keep a large distance between them.]

I'd be honored. [As she smile a soft smile tugs at the corner of her lips.] If it means you'll rescue me?

[taer]

[ given that seeing him still feels a little like being punched in the gut, sara doesn't mind staying up here on the roof with its relative privacy and avoiding adding more people to the mix. ]

I'll play you for them. [ of course she still wants answers. but she'll need time to process them, to process this. playing cards with snart is a layer of normalcy she feels she could use right now. ]

[catchacold]

You're on. [He ends up simply sitting down, leaning back against the roof's edge, one leg pulled up. As he shuffles the cards he looks at her, trying to judge if there's anything about her appearance that would help him judge when she is from.

So far, he's coming up empty. He deals, falling into the routine of playing easily enough.]

[deathwalkers]

Big room on the second floor. Can't miss it.

[directed]

[If he reads the moment wrong it's only because he's caught up in every thought and emotion of what it means for Sara to be among their number now. The things she must be warned of, the dangers she would face within Wonderland's dimensional walls, the people she will encounter whom she might never have expected to once again see--

And his own spark of gladness to see her. There are few Rip would ever wish this world upon, and certainly not those he holds dear as family or friend, but...he cannot deny that if they must be here, he would prefer to have her with them.]

Yeah. [Short, utterly at ease, and Rip crouches down to set aside the things he's carrying. He's armed; he's always armed these days, having been caught off guard by one too many surprises, but he makes no move to go for the gun kept in the holster at his side. He's got utterly no reason to, at least in his mind, and once his hands are free he takes a few steps closer to her.]

How long have you been here? None of the others mentioned your arrival, so I'm assuming it must have been fairly recent. [Either that, or she's kept herself hidden. Makes sense enough, given that she no doubt showed up like the rest of them: suddenly and in some impossible way.]