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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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Comments

[like_tofu]

Don't worry about it. If you think it's a long time, then it is. But someday! Does anyone actually go home and then end up coming back?

1.

[jobstodo]

Maggie's arrived, not too long after Glenn, and she's on the opposite end of that hallway. It's dark, but somehow there are flickers of light, too. She doesn't know if it's a trick of her eyes or there's just something damned eerie about the mansion. Maybe it's a little of both. She's hot and tired; a day of helping move the dead in Alexandria after the Wolves will do that to a person. But then she'd wound up here, and she doesn't know how. Or where here is.

Walking with a knife in her hand, slowly, Maggie pauses when she's sure she can see a shadow moving, her heart beating a little faster. She doesn't hear the tell-tale breathing of a walker, but the figure still seems to be moving slowly. She needs to know what she's dealing with; she doesn't want to attack someone who doesn't deserve it. On the other hand, if it is a walker, all it's going to do is zero in on her.

Pulling her small mini-flashlight out of her pocket, she hopes it'll do the trick in blinding the person in front of her, keeping her face from view while still getting a look at whether or not her hallway mate is alive or dead. On a mental count of three, she shines the light, and never expected to see her husband.

"Glenn."

Immediately, she drops the light and runs to him, throwing herself around him tightly without hesitation.

[choosetruth]

[She nods. She's not foolish enough to think he can't have it out again in a second if he wants, but then again, she's got a gun in easy reach too. She knows the importance of protecting yourself.]

How much do you know about this place? About different worlds? Because this is gonna be a whole lot easier if you've gotten that rundown already.

[beardman]

That long? And you don't know how you got here? [That doesn't bode well.]

[beardman]

Is it, then? [That's... Reassuring.] This place that dangerous?

[beardman]

...Yeah, you're gonna need to give me that rundown, then, because you're not makin' a lick of sense as it is.

[blackraith]

[He puts a hand through his hair, trying his damnedest to control himself and form sentences that would make sense of what's going on.

He's heard about this place pulling people from different places int he timeline. And she's proof of it being true.]

What's the last thing you remember from home? Just answer me that first.

[blackraith]

[Look, he's not even projecting his allure like he could. He's hungry, certainly, but he's still at the point that he can control it.

However, she's lovely but she doesn't feel human. His gray-blue eyes sweep over her and he tries to smile again.]

It's a shame. There's not a lot to do on Tatooine, I've heard. I suppose we should go check out the locals then.

I couldn't help myself

[blackraith]

Right now, I'd settle for a beer from Mac's, truth be told. I'm not a picky man.

[ Half true. ]

[blackraith]

[The accent's charming, sure, but he's dealt with dangerous women his entire life. Kinda par for the course when your mother was a talented witch who was tight with the Winter Sidhe and your sister is probably the scariest woman to ever grace the planet.]

And yet, I've never had that happen unless I've needed it to. [Like a few times with Harry. Somehow, they've always had some weird sort of coordination. Perhaps because they're brothers? He doesn't try to understand it.] Although they say there's a first time for everything.

[choosetruth]

Oh boy. [She adjusts her sunglasses, frowning, as she tries to come up with the best way to put this. His clothes are pretty old fashioned looking. If he's from before the invention of science fiction, this may be even more difficult.] What year is it?

[taer]

If those are my only choices? I'm going with option two.

[beardman]

[He crosses his arms, cocking an eyebrow.] 1778.

[chosendarkness]

[Phew... okay, that's better. Less crying is always a good thing!]

I suppose that some may say that, yes! The blood of ancient heroes runs through my veins, imbuing me with dark powers! It's an incredible gift- yet at the same time, a horrible curse. Always, I must walk on the precipice of chaos, temper the spirits which rage within me, lest I lose myself to the forces of unyielding destruction which ever tug at my very soul!

[catchacold]

Why's that? Afraid of spoiling me? [The irony is self-evident here. He's reached the end of his road, as far as he's aware, so even the Time Master Rip Hunter himself has admitted that it's pretty futile to keep him in the dark about anything.]

Or have you joined a girl band and sold out completely, because if you're embarrassed to tell me, relax. I don't judge.

[Obviously a joke, but there's some seriousness to his tone for those last three words.

He doesn't judge.

Not her, at least.]

[ishisstrength]

[Justine tries to make sense of his question but every theory and thought that comes to mind doesn't add up.]

We had left the red courts ball. Harry helped us.

[Her voice is barely a whisper. She doesn't trust herself to be louder.

A dark sensation claws in the back of Justine's mind. Twisting as if it wants to break free and lash out. It's a feeling that she knows and one that Thomas quiets but the tension in her stomach gives it strength to wreck havoc on her senses. She firmly forces the feeling away, it isn't the time to slip and lose her control now.]

[matraques]

I was leaning that way myself.

So what are the odds that this is all a mass delusion? Or that we're all dead and this is Limbo?

[choosetruth]

[Good, American Revolution times. Better and better.]

It's 2041 where I'm from. We've read about you in history books.

b

[mrknope]

[Ben has seen a lot of weird shit in Wonderland, stuff that makes his little nerd heart want to explode.

And now Padme Amidala is standing in front of him asking where to find Darth Sidious or Jar-Jar Binks and he is... honestly speechless. He just kind of stares for a few moments before managing to find his voice.]

Seriously. Those two are the ones you go for? Not, I don't know, Anakin or Obi-Wan? Or Yoda or Ahsoka or literally anyone else? I mean, none of them are here, but seriously?

SCREAMS!!!!!!?!?!?!! MARY JANE?????????? AHH

[saved]

( OOC: I MEAN I AM FINE. i am calm. HI. i hope this is okay! ;o; )

The thing is- Thanks to the impossibilities and magics of Wonderland, Peter recognized Mary Jane when she arrived. During the Event when people were getting insight into other worlds, alternate universes, he saw a redhead in it who looks like her. He hadn't been certain they were the same person at first (likely, maybe not the same version of the same person because she's older than the one he saw), but then she said his name, and he knew. In some universes, in some versions of his life, she's in it, which complicates everything further.

Not in a bad way.

Just in a what-the-hell-do-i-do way? What's the right thing to do and how much should he say if anything especially when he hasn't met her yet in his own universe yet. Alternate universes are so weird and complicated, and Peter's not good at the average, normal social situation. He does feel a strong sense of attachment to her after watching a version of her steal a truck to try to save him and cry over him (and also they kissed), and-

It means he wouldn't ordinarily show up at a nightclub, but he's here anyway to like see how she's doing and stuff which she's doing fine obviously. She has this handled. He watches she hands the person on the other side of the bar a drink. And. He waves from his spot.

Yep, got this social interaction thing down.

[naughty_nurse]

I-it has happened a few times...

[matraques]

They do say that. And all it takes is one time. [ It's a word of caution that he probably doesn't need. But she still feels compelled to give it. Wonderland is a host of unknown variables, and visibly offering a weapon like that could be bad news.

Still, he seems rather confident that it won't happen, and that's somewhat amusing. ] Do you always go around armed?

[naughty_nurse]

[... Then it clicks. He's a blonde, happier Gundam Tanaka.]

... If it's a real m-medical condition, um, I-I'm a nurse, so...?

i

[mr_englishguy]

It's not been long since another event has left Newt's friends hurt and hurting. He's not sure how long he'll keep up watching the hallways, worried about what might come next, but for now he's not really capable of sleep as it is, so roaming feels at least productive.

Roaming with the tip of his wand lit up, using it to illuminate his way without waking others or causing a disturbance.

Careful steps, mostly so that the pyjak following at his heels could stay close without feeling the need to scurry up Newt's back. He was getting a bit large for that and so encouraging him to stay on the ground, or light fixtures, was the newest part of training.

Not that he's considering where the pyjak is when he comes around the corner, suddenly realizing they weren't alone.

"Oh. My. Hello there. So sorry about that," he says, lowering the wand in case it's too bright for the other person's eyes.

jean grey ( x-men )

[lockedaway]

( a | network )

Hello. There was someone here, a friend of mine, though I haven't seen them for a few days.

( And Jean had only seen them the one day. They weren't real, just a vision from the latest event )

I'm trying to find out what's happened to them but I'm not having much luck. Has anyone else gone missing lately?

( b | tea room )

( She's checking the network when it happens. At first the saucer starts to shake, bringing her focus up from what Jean had been reading. Though her hand moves to flatten her own saucer she can hear the distinct rattle of other saucers, and cups in the room shaking too.

Her head lifts up, eyes closing as Jean tries to center herself, trying to rein her power back in. Slowly the shaking starts to calm... stopping. Jean's eyes open again and she looks around, seeing who noticed -- or what damaged she caused )