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[A - Alchemy, alcheyou]

[It's a beautiful spring day in the gardens. The sun shines. The flowers are blooming. A soft whisper of a breeze provides a modest cooling embrace, just enough to take the edge off the radiant, eager sun. The setting couldn't possibly be more idyllic.

Except, I guess, for the... dinosaur-person? In the flower garden? She's crouched over a flowerbed, as if she's just enjoying the subtle perfume of the young blooms. But... nope. She's yanking an entire flower out of the ground and cramming the whole thing into her mouth.]

Hm... yuck. Damage stamina, I bet.

[She muses, softly, to herself.

Then she plucks a caterpillar off a shrub and slurps that down, too.]

Uh. Fortify block?

[B - Breaking (the ice) and entering]

[Are you in the hallways? Are you heading back to your room? Well, don't look now, but there's someone crouched in front of your door, a half-dozen snapped lockpicks littering the ground by her feet. A seventh is jammed into the lock with a crude shiv, and she's hard at work Definitely Not Committing Any Crimes or Anything. This door was definitely unlocked when she got there. Yep. For sure.

Speak up? Wait and see if she can crack the lock? Offer your room key? Point her towards the room of someone you don't like? The possibilities here are truly endless.]

i. ARRIVAL

[Well, wouldn't you know it -- today has brought Angus McDonald, the world's greatest detective, a fresh new mystery! It may have interrupted the previous one he was working on, figuring out what the Bureau of Balance is hiding, but Angus has long since realized that adapting to new, unforseen situations is an essential part of being a detective.

Here are the facts as he knows them: this place is called Wonderland. Which was a name that's already been taken, but okay, not everyone can be extremely creative. He understands. There are Mirror people "beyond the looking glass". The technology here is, at times, more advanced than he's ever experienced, even moreso than that of the Bureau. And, most curiously, there is talk of "events" that are vaguely defined but equally unpredictable.

He didn't really have to be a great detective to find that out, that was all in the pamphlets in entrance hall of the mansion.

Now, he's focusing on trying to really dig into the true mysteries of Wonderland, like what brought him here, why, and how to get back. So he's decided to interview random people who pass near the entrance hall and garden.]

Excuse me sir or madam or otherwise! I am Angus McDonald, world's greatest detective! I have a few questions for you!

[It's up to you to believe whether this ten-year-old is the world's greatest anything. He looks kind of dweeby.]

ii. DINING ROOM

[Even though Angus is the world's greatest detective, he is also entirely a ten-year-old. So when he learns that the dining room will grant you any foodstuff you desire, he immediately took to experimenting with it.

Which is what he would say, if asked, but really what he's been doing is summoning all kinds of cakes, creampuffs, ice creams, souffles, and cookies to satisfy a child's sweet tooth. Except now he's eaten far too much dessert, and he is starting to feel sick.

He groans, holding his stomach, and presses his face into the table. Then he remembers it's impolite to rest your head on the dinner table, so he hovers his upper half just above the table instead. Please help this boy.]

iii. MAGIC STUDY

[Not one to be lax in his studies, Angus has taken to practicing dutifully on his own three times a week in the magic study. He practices his cantrips with his wand, producing flame in his hand, prestidigitating tiny firework displays, and picking up small things like pens and parchment with his Mage Hand. He then spends several hours poring over spellbooks that look like they're compatible with his world's magic and trying new, harmless spells that won't disrupt anything.

When he hears someone come in, he yelps, startled, and on reflex he casts Magic Missile, sending three glowing darts straight towards the door!]

Ah-- Watch out!!

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network

[ The screen shows a non-descript man, possibly in his forties, with brown hair, a magnificent mustache, and a stern expression. He stares angrily at the comm. It's easy to tell when he sees the blinking light that indicates the comm is recording - his eyes widen almost imperceptibly, his features darken, and then he lunges toward the device.

The screen next shows a blur as Ron repeatedly hits it against the side of the desk as he tries to break it. ]

Around Wonderland

He doesn't belong here. He knows he doesn't belong here. He belongs back in Pawnee, and this is not Pawnee. The only adequate reason to leave Pawnee is for above-average steak. And that's a problem, because by all appearances, this is Eagleton, and Eagleton doesn't have above-average steak.

This place is fancy. He doesn't like fancy. All people need are four walls and a roof. Even modern plumbing is an unnecessary luxury. So this mansion? He hates it. He doesn't know how he got to Eagleton, but buildings like this are why he tries to avoid it at all costs.

But he isn't going to get back home if he just stays were he is.

He heads out into the hallways and around the grounds, looking for the road that will take him home. No way is he calling someone for help and admitting he got lost in (cringe) Eagleton.

A. THE DINING ROOM

[ it's a relatively normal day in wonderland. the sun is shining, there's no event going, and the dining room is fairly empty. it's a good time for a snack. or time to do some reading. relaxing of whatever kind one might do in the dining room.

until a dagger comes zooming out of seemingly nowhere and thuds into the dining table, followed shortly by a bamf! and a half-elf in (somewhat stinky) leather armor appears on the table, hand wrapped around the dagger's handle. ]

Hey. How's it going?

B. THE NETWORK PART ONE

LOOKING FOR: ONE RAGTAG BAND OF FUCK-UP ADVENTURERS. WILL ANSWER TO THE SHITS OR VOX MACHINA.

NEWS ABOUT THEM WOULD ALSO BE GREAT.

C. THE NETWORK PART TWO

So, hey, I hear people have been trying to get out of this place and learn about where it is practically since there were people here. And I know fuck all about magic, but it seems to me like we were all shoved into another plane here against our will, yeah? Has anyone been able to cast Plane Shift while here? Even to get to the Mirrorside or something like that?

[That sort of stare goes right through your soul, honestly. Daisy is about to respond when it's suddenly a blur of the creepy, angry looking guy, and everything around him.]

...Are you okay?

"Yoo-hoo! Yoooooo-hooooooo."

Insert an emphatic wave from a redhead currently sprawled on a yoga mat, limbs positioned in what seems like an impossible angle. Mary Jane is terrible at the mental and spiritual portion of the practice, but she sure likes to stretch her legs. She also likes to discover what is 'hip' these days, being from a different decade than most people in Wonderland. You better believe she was thrilled to learn all about the selfies.

Do you like selfies, Ron Swanson? No matter, she'll ask soon enough.

... He's going to walk right past her, isn't he. Oh, well. Persistence is her middle name.

Okay, no. Danger is her middle name. But it is followed closely by persistence. This man looks lost, and she plans to come to his rescue!

[The unfortunate thing about magic missile is that it's considered an automatic hit, and so while Ray flinches to the side as the warning registers, they still find their mark. Thankfully those things are weak af, because as a thirteen-year-old who...is closest to a cleric, I guess? Rachel doesn't have a lot of HP to spare.

Also thankfully, Zack isn't around to murder (another) child.]

Ah! [Ow??? But she doesn't believe it was intentional, since he shouted and all. She splays her fingers across her chest where the spell had impacted, regaining her breath.] What -- what were you expecting?

[Like, why are you so startled, young boy in strange place?]

[Angus' heart drops when he sees the darts follow her even though she tries to dodge to the side, and his player remembers he's not playing Dungeon World, so, whoops. At least it's a weak spell?

He rushes to his feet and hoves his hands over her, trying to figure out if there's something he can do to fix it, but since it's already done he's mostly just waving his hands around and freaking out.]

Oh gosh! I don't know, I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry miss! I was just so focused, and then the door opened, and I--! I'm so sorry! Are you okay, miss?! Oh, I really goofed it! I really, really goofed it all up! I'm never practicing magic again!!

[Yeah, he's near tears at this point. Please reassure him.]

[Choice A - Yukata Check Every Room]

[A vacation of sorts has always been prescribed for the overworked senator, but Padmé is the headstrong type. Work is her life and she's never been a fan of "downtime". However, Wonderland has made it obvious that she cannot continue full tilt or it will kill her. Perhaps even literally.

And she's not ready to die.

As it is, she's now in this lovely little inn with its hotsprings along with the a vast group of others. Her hands are tucked into the sleeves of the yukata that had been provided after she'd had a bath and her long hair is twisted into a loose but sensible plait down her back. It's an interesting place and she has no trouble walking through the calm halls. The walls open up every few feet into a set of sliding doors that opened and closed with whispers.

But above some of those doors are little slips of paper that appear to have been glued to the walls with intricate calligraphy on them.]

I've heard the rumors that ghosts inhabit this place, but am I supposed to believe that those slips of paper will keep them at bay?

[Not that she believes in ghosts, the Force notwithstanding.]

[Choice B - What Never Could Have Been]

[Life has always been complicated for Padmé. From the second she took the throne of her planet to that very moment, she's been faced with hard decision one after the other. After serving her people through the invasion of the Trade Federation, she'd been given the position of Queen for Life by the people of Naboo. Turning it down more than once hadn't stopped them and she could only serve her people to the best of her abilities.

This place, however, is nowhere close to her palace in Thedes or her parents' house or even the summer palace on the lake where she spent a week every year to "relax". Nor is it any place she's familiar with outside of Naboo either. While she's panicking on the inside because she doesn't know where she is or where here even is, her face is calm as she approaches the first person she comes across.]

Excuse me. Have you seen Senator Palpatine or Representative Binks? I really must speak with them right away.

[Wildcard - Make Your Own Adventure]

[Come at me with an idea. I can be reached on my plurk,

makochan, for plotting stuff.]

[abraham and all his sons, this boy sure is...being a person doing a thing. Ray isn't all that sure what to do about this one.]

...I'm fine. You shot me with magic, not bullets. [Which evidently were weaker, at least when cast by a small, anxious boy. Good to know.] I don't think it's necessary...

[calm down]

"RON! Ron! Ron, hey!"

It's not impossible to hide from Andy. Like, it's actually pretty easy, probably, put on a fake beard or point the other way and say 'what's that'. But given the circumstances, things are also a little more target-spotted than they'd usually get, and he'd know that determined stomp anywhere. Andy is a man on a mission.

He doesn't run into him, although it's a close call. The first thing he does is attempt to press a bucket into Ron's hands.

"I found a closet that gives you all the chili you want! And it tastes pretty good, like I got a bag in my pocket for later, but then I realized! We've gotta fill their swimming pool with it before we go home. We have to."

[Network]

So, this place is always lively, but what does a guy have to do to get his hands on something from home? I've seen vampires and the like, but surely there's something more to the changes that go on.

Insight would be welcome.

Also, if you need a haircut, I'm your man.

[Around the Mansion]

[Considering the desert-like heat coming through all the windows and doors of the mansion, Thomas has foregone a shirt. His pale skin is nearly luminescent in the light and doesn't look like he could tan or burn even if he tried. It's a striking contrast with his long, dark hair and bright, blue-silver eyes.

His favorite Desert Eagle is tucked into the band of his jeans in the back, safety on, and makes for an odd sight with his ethereal looks.]

So, can we expect some Jawa to pop up or do I have to go find the Hutts myself today?

Ron! Ron Ron Ron Ron -

[ The voice is impossible to mistake. Or to escape. Undeterred by the way Ron is methodically smashing his communicator against his desk over and over, Leslie keeps talking, her voice rising over the sound of metal being slammed against wood. ]

Ron, it's me, Leslie! Oh, I'm so glad you're here, I have so much to tell you. Hey - [ He's still smashing his comm. Why is he smashing it? ] Don't do that, you'll brea/I> it! Isn't this thing great? It's like, a phone, but you can talk to everyone all at once. And everyone can see you while you're talking! And you can see them! It's like having a town hall meeting in your pocket! Plus - don't know what to wear? Or how to decorate your room? You can just show the "network" and get everyone's opinion!

[ She moves her own camera, not that he's looking, to show a view of her own room. Which looks oddly like her office in the Parks Department, complete with a new set of color-coded binders on her ideas for Wonderland. ] See?

But I shot you with magic... bullets...

[WHAT IS A NON-MAGIC BULLET???

But since she claims she is fine, Angus wipes his eyes and recovers a bit from his freakout.]

Are you very sure you don't need to go to the clinic? My grandpa always says it's much better to be safe, than to be sorry.

[She gives a soft hum, vaguely interested by the fact that they're apparently bullets as well, and lifts the collar of her shirt a bit to examine the damage more fully. It might not have done anything to her "armor", bypassing it entirely, but her skin looks pretty angry.]

Yes. I'm very sure. I volunteer at the clinic, actually... [More importantly, her roommate should know a lot about burns, being covered head to toe in them.] I still think it's...odd... What were you trying to do, before I...scared you?

[Raidou was now becoming more accustomed to Western-style buildings. The Capital was building more and more of those, thanks to the influence of that Western world. It shouldn't have mattered what world he was in though, there had to be demons. And Raidou was out to find them since he didn't have any of his own with him.

It was alarming, to say the least, as his kuda were completely empty now. He had twelve demons with him and all of a sudden, they had disappeared. Perhaps being here was his opportunity to find new ones. This was an entirely new world as Raidou had guessed. But alternate worlds, he was used to that too, which is why that alarm or surprise he had initially had also disappeared. To the same place as those demons, that was a possibility.

Thus he was inside the Mansion, investigating all the rooms available such as the kitchen, music room, ballroom, anywhere he could get to. He'd jot down all of notes in his notebook since Gouto wasn't here to assist with that.]

[Arrival]

[Caleb isn't one to shy away from adventure, and this also isn't the first time he's awoken in a strange place... Just the first time it was a place quite this fancy! Sure, he's bedded a fancy lady or two in his day, but this - This is fancier than one might typically find in colonial New England.

He's not one for gawking, usually, but he's definitely taking a moment to look around - Not only to admire the furnishings but also to search discreetly for a clue as to where the hell he is. The sound of footsteps behind him cause him to turn around, hand reaching for the knife he usually has concealed at his side.]

[ The comm stops banging against the table, hovers, and then turns around to show his face. He still looks angry. Even furious.

He sees the blinking light and quickly turns the comm around. ]

How do you turn it off?

[ He doesn't just look angry, he sounds it, too. ]

Yes. He is walking. And he is going to continue walking, because even he can see that she is moving her body in a way it was not designed to be moved.

Eagleton. Where they run for fun. Ron would expect it from Chris, because Chris had likely suffered from a head injury. Why else would Chris willingly work for the government?

And then this woman. "Yoo hoo." And enthusiasm.

Ron has no time for any of it. He is going to get home. If he keeps walking east, he should get there in no time.

Ron stops short as soon as he sees Andy. Good, he thinks. Someone he knows. Not necessarily a helpful someone- Andy can be more enthusiastic than practical, but Andy is a workplace associate. A not-awful workplace associate.

It also means April is likely nearby, and April, too, is a workplace associate.

Even in his own mind, Ron will never admit how glad he is to see Andy, or of possibly seeing April.

"An-" He doesn't even get Andy's name out before a bucket is shoved into his hand, and he looks down into a bucket of chili as Andy talks. There's the enthusiasm.

But then what Andy is saying sinks in.

Fill Eagleton's pool with chili.

It might be hard to see under his mustache, but he's starting to smile. They can always go home later.

"Where's the pool, son?"

Andy always had been a more-than-adequate workplace associate.

[ Oh, no. He recognizes that voice. His hand slows as he's about to hit the comm against the table again.

This is one of her ideas, isn't it? This is one of her work retreats. She drugged him and brought him here!

He'd actually respect how callous she must have been (who did she get to transport him? Of course, he wouldn't put it past her to drag him here herself) if he weren't so damn pissed off about it.

And every word she says makes this whole thing sound worse. People? Town hall in your pocket? Either one of those is bad enough, but having a device that means you have to put up with both? ]

No, Leslie. This is not great!

[ His mustache twitches as he forces himself to calm down. ] Not that I'm not impressed that you kidnapped me, but if you think I'm not going home-

[ Wait. What is he doing? This is still the device that not only makes him accessible to people, but recorded him.

With that, he resumes smashing it against the table. ]

[Well, if she volunteers at the clinic, she would know better than anyone else whether she needs medical attention or not. So... that's fine, then. Angus feels slightly better, embarrassment overtaking his concern.]

Why, nothing especially heinous, or anything! I was just practicing my wizardly magicks and casting spells and such. I guess I can get, um, pretty-- pretty entranced! When I'm studying! And I was reviewing... my first level spells.

[what a sweet boy, trusting her like that.]

Of course. [Sweet boy would never do anything heinous.] If you practice in your room, this won't happen... And people wouldn't know what you can do.

[She values the element of surprise, especially being a tiny girl.]

First level...? How many levels are there?

[Naoki was in the dining room when Raidou came to investigate that space. Crouched on one of the chairs instead of seated on it, Naoki had a plate of strawberry cake in front of him. Coming to the dining room had several benefits, not the least of which was the ease with which he could ignore most of the food groups when he didn't have to be reminded of them.

He looked up when Raidou entered and tilted his head, then raised his fork in a pseudo-wave. He didn't recognize Raidou, but he should make himself at home.]

Steady, now -- [ a crisp (british) accent gives light warning. she's a fair few paces behind him, but she can see how he goes for a knife. or, well, she can't be certain it's a knife. but there's no telltale pooching for a gun's holster, and she rather hopes it's a knife and not some little pistol.

she raises a hand. supplication, but not surrender. ] There isn't any need of that.

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