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[vitaelamorte]

Has this ever happened to you?!

The theory is beautiful but the practice is ehhhh, the spirit is willing but the flesh needs canon revision, the muse is new and the task is daunting, and people on plurk were like OMG GO APPLY but you were like eehhhhhhhhhhh again and entranceway, what is it with this weird game and questionable run-on sentences in its memes is there no law is there no order is there no country for old men or young men or a bigger animanga cast WILL I LIVE UP TO MY EXPECTATIONS AND THE EXPECTATIONS SOCIETY PLACES UPON ME WHY ARE YOU STILL TYPING LOOK I JUST WANT TO PLAY A FEW THREADS AND SEE HOW THAT CHARACTER WORKS OUT IN THIS GAME oh wait you just want to play a few threads and see how that character works out in this game this game of wonderful Wonderlands well then

THEN STEP RIGHT UP AND SEIZE OPPORTUNITY BY THE--



--uhhhh, beard. Beard! I meant beard. Seize... seize it by the... beard and come meet your fellow cast and players at the... family-friendly, wholesome and healthy, entirely safe for work

♥ ENTRANCEWAY
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►► Thread out your character's arrival, have them act the long-established resident, let our past events inspire your scene, or write up literally any Wonderland-based scenario you feel like threading out!

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kate bishop | marvel comics

[ladybro]

KITCHEN--

[ homegirl needs her coffee.

it's morning -- not early-early, maybe, but early enough that a bleary-eyed resident shuffling around the space while still in her pajamas (black shorts; purple tank) isn't all that unexpected. her head bobs to an ear worm playing and replaying in her head, although when she's caught humming a bars it's certainly nothing top 40. mussorgsky, maybe.

she's waiting on a french press to steep. and after she checks her watch, she glances up at another person occupying the kitchen alongside her and extends a friendly offer. ]

Want some?

FIRING RANGE--

[ all play and no shoot makes kate a dull girl.

or that's what it feels like. so when she finally coaxes a decent bow out of her bedroom closet, she slings it over her back along with a duffel full of arrows and heads to the range. although she's not there to show off, sometimes she can't quite help it. one arrow, two arrows, sometimes three or four at once. the stationary targets are dull as dishwater until she figures out that they don't gotta be, and... ]

Wait -- these things move? Jackpot. [ she pushes her aviators up onto the top of her head and grabs another arrow from the quiver. time for some real shooting. ]

TEXT--

So, what? We're just supposed to wait it out until the next big futz-up? That sucks. That sucks a lot.

Jeez. Guess it's back to chit-chat and hobbies, then. Speaking of? Favorite pizza toppings -- go.

[ is this chit-chat or a hobby? who knows. ]

Bart Allen | DC Comics

[kid_flash_found]

Library

[Bart stands in front of the bookshelves, scanning the titles with an ever-deepening scowl. Looking over his shoulder to check that he isn't being observed, he blurs into motion, going from one end of the room to the other. No luck.]

Is it too much to ask for something new?

[Flinging himself into a chair, he sighs.]

Dining Room

[Number one problem with being a speedster? You're always hungry. Good thing the intradimensional prisonMansion seemed to have an endless supply of food. And Bart wasn't too picky. While he was trying to order one thing at a time, there was quite the stack of plates building up next to the wiry teen.]

You want anything?

Firing Range

[kid_flash_found]

[Bart did his best to be quiet without trying for true silence as he came in. But he had to stop and watch because he really did enjoy watching a skilled craftsman (craftswoman?) at work. So it was no surprise he stuck around, leaning against the back wall in civvies, waiting for a lull.]

Wow, Cissie is going to love you.

[ladybro]

[ and when that lull comes, kate leans her bow against a half-wall and stretches her arms in front of her -- fingers knit together -- until she feels a pleasant burn in her forearms.

at the sound of a voice behind her, she turns -- half-gloved fingers finding the back of her neck. ]

Who's Cissie?

[ what? seems like a good question to start. ]

[kid_flash_found]

Cissie King-Jones, one of the people from the same world as me. She won gold in Sydney, among other things. I think she'd love a chance to spend time with another talented archer.

[Bart hadn't moved from his position, but there's something in his posture that says he isn't really afraid of being shot at.]

I hope I didn't startle you. I'm Bart.

[ladybro]

[ kate considers the name. sydney was 2000, right? and she remembers the team from back then -- not that she'd been anywhere near it, that certainly isn't her jam -- but cissie king-jones doesn't sound familiar.

different worlds, man. super weird. ]

Kate. [ she steps forward and offers a hand as her quiver shifts on her hip. after all, the bow's already set against the wall. ] Don't worry about it. I don't startle easy.

[kid_flash_found]

[Bart takes the hand in a polite firm shake, not testing.]

Well, it'd be stupid to startle someone with a weapon to hand, anyway.

[He gestures back at the field.]

Not bad. What's it like when you have a reason to show off?

[ladybro]

[ oh. she laughs -- flapping a hand, once their grips break, and tries to dismiss the unspoken praise. ]

About the same. [ not quite true. oh well. ] I mean, if you can't show off for yourself what gives you the right to show off for anyone else. You know?

[accelerate]

[ "..." ]

[ that's what goes through barry's brain when he's asked the question. it's such a dangerous one for all parties involved — the asker, for they'll lose half their food; for barry, because he needs to pace himself; and for wonderland, who still has yet not run out of food. he'd stepped into the dining room with a plate that had once held a baked dinner (and now does not) to return said plate back to the table before anyone thought it had gone missing. upon reflection, he supposes no one had. or this guy didn't, at least. ]

Yeah, sure. [ barry places his empty plate down, now uncaring where it goes, given how many plates seem to be here. his brows furrow, and his mind begins doing his csi thing where he starts piecing things together, but there's food, and barry's stomach's growling again. ] You going in by country or is this a free-for-all?

[kid_flash_found]

[Bart chuckles at that, golden eyes twinkling.]

Sounds about right. I guess I'm used to having some kind of audience.

Iona Lavellan | Dragon Age Inquisition

[stumbledfromtheashes]

Library.

[Another mysterious building with no doubt strange history. Check. But no enigmatic elven apostate had led her to this one. No, she’d just... appeared. Much to her annoyance. She doesn’t have time to be kidnapped. She might not have asked for the job, might not have asked for the title and everything that has come along with it, but it is her title, her job. There are people counting on her and she needs to get home.

But as that’s not going to happen, she’s going to learn everything she can about this place.

Wonderland. She’s never heard of it before, but from what she’s gathered there are people from places that HAVE, in stories at least. So she’s reading what the library has to offer, studying up. She’s curled up at a table in the corner, gloves tugged off and lying temporarily discarded on the table beside her, the Anchor on her left hand casting a gentle green glow over her book.

She frowns down at the pages.]

This is all well and good but I was hoping for something a little more useful.

[It’s a muttered aside mostly to herself, involved in her reading as she is.]

The Gardens.

[At least she’s still armed. Given what Iona’s heard about Wonderland, she’s glad of it. But it’s been calm and quiet for a while now, and she’s not used to it. Not used to the not investigating something, fighting something and working towards the goal of stopping Corypheus.

There have been no red lyrium templars trying to kill her for DAYS now. It’s weird.

Quite frankly, she’s getting restless. Doesn’t quite know what to do with herself. So she takes her dual-bladed daggers out to one of the gardens, where there’s space to move and she can fight invisible assailants until she’s feeling a little bit less restless.

The dark red blades blur lightning quick through the air as she moves.]


The beach.

[Iona is pretty sure the closets have a sense of humour. She’s pretty sure WONDERLAND has a sense of humour, for that matter. A twisted one, to be sure, but a sense of humour, still. When she’d requested swimwear (at the suggestion of a fellow inhabitant of Wonderland), they’d given her something called a bikini? That looked like it was covered in leaves. Looked like it WAS leaves.

She’d tried to get something else, something a little less on-the-nose and appropriate, and it had refused. So she put it on and went down to the beach. Where she’s attempting to remember how to relax, standing ankle deep in the water and staring out across the water.

There’s no wearing gloves at the beach, so the Anchor on her left hand is plainly visible, happily glowing green.]

[kid_flash_found]

[Bart grins.]

I thought I might find out if there's a limit. Just picking out what comes to mind, really.

[a pause]

I'm Bart.

nina zenik | six of crows

[wafflealki]

eat all the treats

[ the dining room table is covered in food. the girl at the head of it has helped herself to a very tall pile of waffles that's threatening to topple over if she's not very careful about how she cuts into the cakes with her fork.

mouth full, face spread in a blissful smile she waves over anyone who stumbles in on the feast. she speaks with a vaguely russian accent, consonants soft and r's rolling just so: ]

Don't be shy! Waffles are best eaten in good company, you know. And I happen to be very good company.

[ wink! ]

caught red-handed

You're saying you...saw me wave at someone and they fainted? I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

[ nina bats her eyes, shaking her head in feigned ignorance before smirking wickedly. ]

Trust me, I don't have to exert that much energy to make someone swoon.

homesick heart

Does anyone here speak Ravkan? I understand that there is some magic in place that transcends languages, but it would be comforting to hear one from my home.

[ and it's a safe and easy way to pick out anyone from her world without advertising her identity... ]

No mourners.

TEXT

[dangerouslyunhip]

Is this some kind of test, Kate? Feels like a trick question. Like if someone answers 'pineapple' they automatically lose.

[ladybro]

It's as good a skill-testing question as any.

[ladybro]

Sounds like you live in the public eye. [ a beat. ] Tough break.

[kid_flash_found]

[Bart shrugged.]

I realized when I was about four that I was never going to have anything close to a normal life. We mostly manage to keep the press away on school-days.

[ladybro]

[ her chin dips -- but she smiles. and readily. ]

You too, huh?

[ -- god knows, the paps followed the bishop family around from time to time. ]

[kid_flash_found]

At least I never had anyone throw themselves off a building for a photo op. Or get an audition only to find out the role was to play a horse. Compared to most of my friends, I'm small potatoes.

[If the grin is anything to go by, he's very grateful for that.]

text--

[wafflealki]

What is pizza?

[redandgoldjiminy]

Sure. About fifty-seven cheeseburgers.

[Wally's impressed. Those are speedster quantities of food. And... does the kid look a little familiar?

Naaaaah.]

[kid_flash_found]

[Bart hopes he can keep his expression friendly, because, those earpieces and that uniform? Well, he really doesn't need more reminders of his asshat cousin.]

I think I can manage that, but you sure you want that much fat? There are better places to get calories.

[Oops, apparently he wasn't that kind, those are veggie-burgers. Although the cheese is real. Nobody is horrible enough to deserve surprise vegan cheese. But beside the platter of cheeseburgers is a plate if okonomiyaki because he always wanted to try it. And some fish tacos.]

Dig in.

[redandgoldjiminy]

[Wally just shrugs. It's not like he isn't used to GL making fun of everything he eats, or the disapproving look Bats gives him when he... breathes. He can handle this kid's skepticism.]

I guess, but they don't taste as good.

[...Huh, veggie burgers. Well... better for him, and better for the environment, and it's not like he specified he wanted beef.]

So are you a vegetarian? Or--piscitarian?

Natasha Romanoff | MCU

[outstandingbalance]

Recon

[When Natasha shows up in Wonderland, there's not a moment's confusion what her priority is: intel. There's a lot she doesn't know, and that's a problem.

She has a pretty good idea of the solution though.

The first thing she does is get the lay of the mansion, tracking the halls and corridors, peeking into rooms and at at mirrors. She does a fairly good job of not drawing attention to the fact she doesn't really know where she is, projecting the air that she belongs there.

As she explores, she keeps her eyes and ears open. She might not know what she's looking for exactly, but she's confident she'll know it when she finds it.]

Workout

[Early morning finds Natasha in the fitness center, wrapping her knuckles and staring down the punching bags—that, or whoever's using them. For a while, she just watches, getting an idea what she's seeing. Strengths, weaknesses. Level of training.

When she sees someone who knows what they're doing, she'll sidle up eventually, flashing half a smile.]

Interested in a real workout?

[But if she sees someone who doesn't know their way around it, well, she might step in there too. She wouldn't want anyone to break a thumb.]

Drinking Buddies

[There's a bar. Of course there is. More than one, apparently.

Natasha ends up in whichever is closer tonight, sitting with a bottle of beer and a pensive look. She watches the room, but so far hesitates to engage. Her own thoughts aren't the best company right now. It's all so oddly normal. Not really normal, but the way people live always finds a level of normalcy. People are kidnapped. They live here. They find jobs and open bars and drink in the evening.

Though an argument could probably be made that the drinking is a coping mechanism.

In which case, she will definitely be ordering another.]

Sit. [She'll finally say when someone comes close enough that she doesn't have to raise her voice. there's a rough note in it, a little natural huskiness that leads people to project any number of emotions on her. She's often used that to her advantage.] Turns out I just remembered why I hate drinking alone.

[kid_flash_found]

The only food I absolutely won't touch is chives.

[He can't help a shudder at that memory.]

And trust me, even veggie burgers taste better than vat-grown anything.