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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

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Threaded | Flat

[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!!

Edited 2017-05-27 21:14 (UTC)

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?

[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.]

[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?

[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.]

Network:

[Camera, lights, action!

A network full of people? An audience that was listening in? Risette loved that stuff. Kujikawa Rise could deal with this even if she were thrust into some place that looked like something out of a movie set.

Someone could hear her message and respond in kind. It was more interactive that most of her performances at home where she just sang for her fans or for the audience. But that was an idea. She'd have to somehow get people more engaged somehow so her show would mean more to them. She could talk to her agency about that, switching things up.

The life of an idol. So much to take care of. Magazine photoshoots and modeling, promotions, interviews on TV or the radio, parties and afterparties. Things were never easy, were they?]

So we're stuck here? I don't see how much of a big deal it is. A girl could use a break now and then.

[Rise smiled brightly for the camera on the communicator that she placed on the piano. She was sitting at that piano in the Music Room, fingers gliding over the white keys.]

That doesn't mean I don't want to go home though. Someone's gotta go back and get some work done. I guess that just means I have to wait it out for now?

[Network]

-manner of tome is- Oho!

[The video feed cuts in rather abruptly, displaying a young man with a rather confused expression for a moment- before changing into an expression of shock and excitement, when the screen with words he was looking at suddenly changes, to display a perfect image of himself.]

I see! This tome possesses not only the power to display multiple pages of text- but also to become a perfect mirror! Truly, there must be some fell power locked away within this object... It's only a matter of time before your dark secrets become known to me, and I, Odin Dark, become a true specter of doom, fueled by chaotic forces to rain death upon my enemies!

...Gonna need to think of a name. Eh, save that for after I figure out what kind of attacks it's got.

[Elsewhere]

[It could happen anywhere- in the hallways, or out in the gardens- a young man walks by you, yellow cape billowing dramatically behind him, while completely ignoring you. If you happen to greet this stranger, then he reacts as if he doesn't seem to have even heard it.]

...Wait.

[But once his back is turned, he stops, and turns to face you again.]

This feeling... I can feel it in my blood! It's like it's burning up inside...!

You!!! [He strikes a pose, pointing in as dramatic a fashion as he can manage.] You are the one that my heroically dark blood cries out to defeat! You... are my nemesis!!

[Something about this whole thing really feels like a kid playing pretend. Which... wouldn't be wrong, really.]

ROOF

[ she's arrived not too long ago and sara hasn't given up on looking for a way back yet, but for the moment, she isn't focused on that. instead, she's up on the roof, running through kata she was once taught at the league of assassins, a silent and deadly dance of move after move that has her stabbing and kicking invisible opponents and at times, pushing them off the edge of the roof.

it's calming and it focuses her and right now, sara's pretty sure she can use all the calm and focus she can find. despite her half-lidded gaze, despite not looking toward the entrance to the roof at all, she's aware of what goes on around her, of anyone approaching or standing to watch her. ]

NETWORK (id: canary)

I need a drink and some answers. Not necessarily in that order.

WILDCARD

[ hit me up with a scenario and i'll run with it. ]

network - video

Hello, uh, Wonderland? It is I, Gina Linetti.

[she makes a selfie face for the camera. with the duck lips. you know the one.]

Now I know not all of you know the true and full extent of what that means for you and your poor, boring, Gina-less lives. But you don't have to worry any more, because I'm here, gracing you all with my beautiful, angelic presence for at least the remainder the rest of eternity, apparently.

[not that she sounds happy about that, but she has read the things on the network. she got the idea.]

I guess it's all not bad, huh? With those sweet closets.

[the camera pans to, you guessed it, a closet.] Boom, dance shoes. [she opens it and shoes come out and then closes it again.] Boom, yoga mat. [once again, opening, getting the yoga mat, and then closing] Boom, police taser. [you got the idea. gina laughs, then pans back to herself] That's never gonna get old.

Anyway, here's the deal, ya gurl Gina runs a dance team and a police department back home and she's gonna be bored without at least one of those back. Since none of you look like cops and can't even stand in for the poor, wayward, useless souls of the nine-nine, we're going to have to go with dance teams. Shoot me a text if you think you can dance and be prepared to meet me on the floor, 'cause it's about to be on!

[ she does a BOOM hand gesture - throwing her hand up and then down. ]

And all you non-dancer types, you can keep your eyes peeled on my blog while I bring you the highlight reel of Gina in Wonderland. Stay classy, kids.

M A N S I O N

It took MJ approximately one day to take Wonderland by storm.

It took less than that to appropriate its closets and all the wonders it can retrieve.

It took her about a week to discover the palm pilot this spooky place gifted her with -- a device that had just been released in her world, and she could never afford -- brought with it a treasure trove of emojis, youtube videos, and a full season of The Bachelorette.

Oh, and if anyone asks, her favorite snapchat filter is the flower halo. Duh.

And finally, it took her a month to open her very own nightclub. Apparently, there already was one, but this gal has needs that not even the devil himself can meet. Themed parties, disco nights, and even karaoke: MJ's got you covered. She's the hostest with the mostest, and if you ever come by, she'll greet you with a killer smile and every intention that you have fun. Wonderland is way too depressing for her tastes.

"What can I do ya for?"

W I L D C A R D

pick your own adventure! mj rolls with anything.

Edited 2017-05-29 00:49 (UTC)

(i) {Arrival}

Glenn arrived a little after midnight in the mansion. One moment he was on a supply run in an abandoned superstore, the next he was in a dark, unfamiliar hallway. He reaches for his flashlight first, switching it on. Then Glenn pulls out his knife from the sheath strapped to his thigh, keeping it poised and ready as he moves silently down the hall. He listens carefully for any signs of walkers, or people. Maybe he wasn't the only one from the group here.

Until he got a better idea of where the hell he was, Glenn refrains from calling out. God knows who or what was lurking around the corner. His gun was in a holster on his other leg, close to hand. Glenn would only use the firearm as a last resort, knowing that a shot would only attract attention - likely from walkers. While he was pretty adept at killing them, the hallway wasn't the best place to get stuck in.

He turns a corner which leads to another dark hallway, much like the first one except for a dim light at the end of it. A sign of life, maybe? Glenn slowly makes his way towards the light and remains on high alert, fully aware that danger could come out of nowhere and without warning.

(ii) {Network}

text

Hi.

[Good job, Glenn. Start simple.]

I honestly can't remember the last time I used a cellphone. Or whatever this thing is.

Anyway. Hi. I'm Glenn. I've been here a few days now and it's... uh...an experience.

Does the word "walker" mean anything to anyone here?

[He's reaching out, hoping that someone from home was in this weird mansion. Glenn is reluctant to disclose his location because he doesn't know whom to trust.]

(iii) {Kitchen}

Glenn was so used to rationing food that he couldn't remember the last time he had a proper meal. The farm, maybe. Things had been okay there for the most part. Alexandria was another possibility, but supplies were dwindling. Which is why they made the deal with Hilltop. Maggie had brokered the deal (god, how he missed her) and they had got enough supplies to last a short while.

Anyone who comes into the kitchen will see Glenn at the table, tucking into a cheeseburger. There are some fries on the side and a chocolate milkshake. Very unhealthy, but also delicious. He decided to wait a few weeks before indulging himself in something so decadent. Glenn knew that his stomach wouldn't have been able to cope with this much salt and additives; he didn't want to risk being sick.

Every now and again Glenn would take a sip from his milkshake, dip a few fries into ketchup and then resume eating the rest of the burger. He's a little distracted right now so someone would need to be loud enough to grab his attention.

(iv) Wildcard: hit me with your best shot. Fiiireee awayyyy.

( 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 )

[Arrival: Entrance Hall]

[The Taishou wishes so dearly that he could say he's seen stranger things. Maybe he's just abnormally put off by the architecture, or the situation itself, but he can't say he's ever experienced anything quite like this.

Maybe it's the whole 'being alive' thing. Perhaps he simply can't wrap his head around that, when as far as he knew, he had been the only wielder of a sword with life-giving properties.

Perhaps not as surprising as he would expect, but neither sword had accompanied him on this journey. He's alright with it--those swords had a place.

For the moment, he busies himself with admiring the interior of the mansion. It's surely much more complex than any castle he may have seen at home. Even his former wife's home was not this lavish. One clawed hand settles against a marble pillar, gliding smoothly along the surface.]

Pity about the candles.

[Mirror: Why Should I Listen?]
((Responses to this prompt will come from

supremeconquest, and this is a hypothetical operating under the assumption that the Inu no Taishou would have been here a little while.))

Why should he listen to this supposed Queen, the mirror wonders. She has given him no reason except allegedly "creating" him, and even that he doesn't buy. He's a greater demon, he has no reason to believe or accept her "rule."

So he breaks the rules, because he can, and stubbornly crosses into the Real world. It's probably jarring for his other self, but this Taishou is jealous, stubborn, and he has the power to back up his actions.

He's just going to perform a test, then go back. No harm done. The questions he wants answered are simple enough:

Can he passably emulate his other self?

And does he want to?

Either way, if he crosses anyone's path, the cunning look on his face melts away semi-convincingly, and he offers them a polite greeting along with an inclination of his head.

"Good afternoon," he says, the words slipping past his lips like so many lies, wrapped up and made to look pretty and tolerable. These people aren't worth his time.

Good morning, Wonderland!

[ And it is morning. Technically. It's a good five hours past midnight, which means everyone should have had plenty of opportunity to get some sleep. Five hours! That's almost half the morning gone already! Get cracking, kids!

Leslie, some might say, is already cracking. She's sitting at her desk, hands folded neatly in front of her, beaming sunnily at the camera.

The empty whipped-cream-with-a-dash-of-frappuccino cup at her elbow might have something to do with that. ]

I'm Leslie Knope. And I just wanted to say, Wonderland is amazing! I mean, it's no Pawnee, but hey, we can't all be the best town in America, right? [ She laughs, even if no one else does. ] But seriously. Community gardens, magic closets - and free, neighborhood-wide, all-inclusive public events every two weeks? I mean, someone up there has their recreation committee whipped into shape, am I right?

[ She pauses briefly to stare pensively into space, apparently speaking to herself. ]

Boy, I'd love to get a look at their planner.

[ ...

Oh, right. On camera. ]

Anyway! So, we've established, umm...Wonderland is great, Pawnee is better...oh!

[ Leslie stares intently into the camera, her expression suddenly serious. ]

There's just one problem.

[ She pans the camera over to the far corner of her desk, revealing what might be the saddest waffle anyone has ever seen. It's somehow both burnt and undercooked, the syrup is thin and runny, and there's not a dollop of whipped cream to be seen. ]

Where can I get a decent waffle around here?

A: Screaming Intensifies.

Urgh... Where am I...?

[One minute, he's on the train to some kind of funhouse. The next, Monokuma turns on knockout gas and everyone blacks out!]

[And now he's waking up in a hedge maze of some kind? What?]

Guys? You have any idea what's going on?

[Nobody awnsers him.]

... Hey, this is a pretty shitty time to ignore me! Where-

[Nobody's around to awnser him.]

... Guys?

Guys?!

[Panic mode activate. He starts desperately calling out to his (still remaining) classmates.]

Miss Sonia?! Hajime?! Tanaka?!? Anyone?!?

Where are you guys?!?

[Alas, no matter how many names he tried, he can't find anyone. He's all alone...]

[... Or is he?]

B: Who wants to ride a rocket?

[Some time after he realized he had actually been plucked off the murder island and transported to a world where the closets will give you almost anything, Souda has finally completed his dream project. Sure, he probably didn't really sleep for days on end, but he is ready to show the network his latest invention!]

[The feed clicks on to reveal a very proud Souda filming himself outside.]

Hey, Kazuichi here! Turns out Wonderland ain't so bad after all. Where else could I find the time and resources to build this baby?

[He turns the camera so everyone can see the freaking rocket ship he built.]

Ain't it neat? This bad boy should be able to reach a top speed of at least 1000mph, but...

[Back to Souda.] I haven't been able to test it out yet. Anyone wanna help?

[Because there is no way he's getting in that thing.]

Wildcard: Make up your own prompt!

Network

[There's a face very, very, very close to the screen. Not a shock, given he's basically sitting on the device with wide eyes and a mouth hanging open a little in awe. It makes strange noises sometimes and he's not sure what it is but he will work it out. He's smarter than he looks.

He leans forward slowly. He licks it. Ew. Nope. Not food. Hmm.

Okay, back to square one.]

Mansion exploring

[He's lost. He's never been here before, everything is high up and fancy. Fancy is not his usual kind of area. He wanders around and tries to avoid being stepped on. It's happened a few times already and it kinda smarts. He's curious if he can find any of his friends.

Maybe he could ask?

He should ask! He stops in front of the nearest person and waves his arms around to try and get them to stop and not accidentally smush him. Once their attention is his, he launches into a detailed explanation of his woeful situation:]

I am Groot!

MANSION GROUNDS »

[ gamora (daughter of thanos, galaxy class killer, bona fide guardian of the galaxy, et al) is restless. nothing good comes of restlessness. back 'home', amid the team, she's often the last one to succumb to the chaos that comes with a nasty bought of restlessness. back 'home', it's usually someone else's idiotic restlessness that jars her violently (always violently) out of her own. not so here; not so today.

and so gamora paces the place where beach-sand meets land. she's not here for the view. instead, she stalks toward a palm tree and -- stiff-fisted -- works a deeply embedded throwing knife free from the tree's trunk. the bark shows numerous scores; she's been at this for some time. ten steps and the woman turns before throwing the slim blade yet again. who knows what'll get to her first -- the boredom or the hippies?

later, as twilight sets in, she strides her solitary way back to the mansion. her path takes her through the gardens. curiousity makes her pause by the fountain where she leans her bare palms against the ledge -- letting her crane forward and watch the fishes as they swim. poor unfortunate souls; no more or less free than the rest of them. ]

NETWORK »

I cannot access my accounts. By this planet's reckoning I haven't a single unit to my name.

[ no preamble; no warmth. gamora feels the pang of financial instability and wants to redress it. whatever units she might have hoarded before coming here are unavailable to her now -- these devices won't show her balance. they won't show her anything. she's convinced the vendors would take her money if only she could arrange the transfer. but this technology feels primitive and disconnected. it frustrates her -- a frustration which bleeds like cracked-glass into her voice. rough and impatient.

oh, the pains of an (often) digital currency. ]

What else will the merchants in the orchard take?

Edited 2017-06-01 22:27 (UTC)

( ARRIVAL | coffee shop )
[ a tall, densely-muscled woman sits by the exit, dressed in sleek monochrome. as people leave, they find her hand is open, extended in a greeting she learned in a time of war. one that's proven to be more powerful than the swing of a sword, no matter the time or place. ]

Good morning. Will you talk with me for a few moments? I promise I won't keep you long. [ she smiles around those broad vowels that speak of a woman who learned english after her native language. her shoulders sit back in what looks like an easy confidence, as if she's not worried about her sudden kidnapping. all of her attention is on who she's speaking with in this moment. ] My name is Diana, I'm new to this place.

[ she pushes the seat across from her out with a toe, and gestures toward the seat. ]

( TEXT | anonymous )
What kindness have you offered others lately?

i. kitchen

[There wasn't ever even the remotest chance that Ling wouldn't be found here sooner than later. Even if he weren't genuinely hungry,
he has a standard of behavior to maintain; in the unlikely event that someone from home is here, he has be exactly as Ling as he ever is.]

[It's kind of a stroke of luck, how easily he finds it, but then again he can be a lucky guy sometimes. Or maybe food just calls to him. Either way,
a broad grin spreads across his face as he gets a good look at the unguarded splendor of a good kitchen. Nice. Nice nice nice.]

[He grabs himself some cold chicken and a bun, stuffs them both in his face, and chews furiously as he continues to rummage through the fridges and pantries. After some time, and a lot more eating, he comes to the important conclusion that he should get a box or a basket or something and shove as much food as he can find into it to take to his room. Not that he minds eating in the kitchen, but he doesn't want to have to walk the whole way down here every time.]

[His surprise when he returns with an empty sack slung over his shoulder is both extremely obvious and pretty hilarious. He stands at the doorway and stares blankly into the kitchen, whose interior has entirely changed in the time it took to go upstairs and come back.]

. . . Huh. Okay then.

ii. orchard

[The outdoors of this place is at the same time very interesting and freaking Ling out in a serious way. Not that it shows, not that he's going to let it get in the way of his exploring--but really. It's like someone's done a really bad job trying to make things make sense and then gave up halfway through.]

[It's the vendors that finally get him to the point that he shows his discomfort a little bit--a very little bit. He's still grinning, hands on his hips more like a scolding older brother who's rapidly losing patience with some nonsense than someone actually disconcerted.]

What kind of salesman doesn't speak? Not even a hello. [He waves a hand with what he hopes to pass off as irritation.] You can't get much repeat business.

iii. groundhog day

[At least he's adaptable. That's what he keeps thinking: at least I'm adaptable, and it's better me than someone else. After these last few days his positive attitude has been tested a little too much, though. I mean honestly. First the running out of oxygen, and now these--blips.]

[At some point, in the middle of what appears to be nothing very much--could be walking through the grounds, could be dozing in the music room, could be training, even--he lets out a gusty sigh apropos of nothing and stares up at the ceiling.]

I've already done this afternoon. I refuse to do it again. I'm conscientiously objecting.

[You can't object to Wonderland, Ling. Well, you can, but it won't listen.]

[A]

[This place is so much like Ego's planet that Mantis flounders uncomfortably between feeling at home and completely out of sorts, so it's no small wonder that she ends up wandering toward one of the places that look, sound, and feel nothing like her old home: the vendor's stalls. Where Ego's planet had been quiet and still, this place brims with life. (At least, in a way that Mantis is not used to; then again, for her, two or three people is a crowd.)

She's so enamored of it that she forgets to watch where she's going, bumping into a vendor's wares and knocking them to the ground with a tremendous crash and clatter.

She is mortified and immediately apologetic, crouching to help pick up things:] I am so sorry-- I was not-- Oh, this mess-- [It seems that she can't quite finish a sentence without the next apology falling from her lips. She scoops up an armload of something she doesn't even recognize and immediately turns to put it somewhere that isn't the ground--

--and promptly runs into whoever might be coming to help. Or maybe just walking by. So all that stuff she just picked up? It's crashing to the ground again, all over your feet this time.]

[B - network]

[She looks as composed as she ever does, which means there's some obvious uncertainty lurking in her features. Obvious uncertainty.]

Is there anyone here who knows me? [Please be someone here who a) knows her and b) doesn't hate her. Belatedly, it occurs to her that perhaps asking for specific people in such a vague manner over an open network may be rude so she adds:] If you do not know me, hello. I am Mantis.

[Smile. Awwwwkwwwwaaaaarrrrd smile.]

A- The Beach

She's been there about a week, long enough to get oriented with this place, and to figure out that the other residents are in fact correct- a way out isn't going to be simple. But not impossible. Its just going to take more thought and time. Time. She never thought about time until she met Steve, and now time just keeps smacking her in the face. There is never enough.

She will figure a way out, of that she has hope.

For now though, she's sitting on the beach. It might not be the beautiful beaches of home, of Themyscira, with its beautiful white sand and pristine clear turquoise waters. Still, it makes her feel closer to her mother and her aunt, both of whom she misses dearly.

She will turn if she hears someone approach, ready to offer a friendly smile. There are so many people here, people she wants to get to know- to learn from.

B- The Training Facility

This...is unlike anything she had ever seen. And she had seen what she thought was a lot- at least until she got here. She walks around, examining the equipment, testing it here and there. Its reinforced and it takes a lot for her to knock the punching bag off its chain.

Back home she was trained in open fields, but here everything is closed in and metal. Still, the weapons rack on the back wall is impressive, and she hasn't even walked into a simulation room yet.

C- Wildcard

Encounter Diana where ever you want.

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Network - video

Okay, so. This is new.

[ Even for someone who technically died, came back from the dead and now eats brains and has visions. She's currently on dead beauty pageant brains courtesy of the closet which seems to have variety, she has to admit. ]

I guess if I had to pick one quality about Wonderland that makes it unique, it's that I never knew magic magic was real. I mean, I know other worldly things exist, but going the full Hogwarts experience isn't something I ever thought I'd get to see. So, tell me Wonderland, what's the very best thing you've ever seen out of this place? I'd love to know!

[ She does the typical pageant queen wave, then ends the video. ]

Around the mansion

[ Liv isn't exactly looking to tell anyone she's a brain eating zombie because she figures it might not go over well. Call it a hunch based on a clue from the real world. As long as the magic closets are giving her what she needs, she isn't sure what the difference is anyway. She stays fed and non-zombie hangry and makes a few friends along the way. Still, she'd feel better if Peyton showed up. Or Ravi. Or Major. Or Clive.

You know, just anyone from home with a friendly face.

Ducking her head into random rooms, still on pageant brain, she's doing all of this with a book balanced on her head for perfect posture. One could only benefit from a straight spine, dead or alive. But when she turns a corner and blindly collides with someone the book falls with a thud to the floor. ]

Sorry! Are you okay? I was just practicing my walk.

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