+ ENTRANCEWAY TEST DRIVE MEME +

[vitaelamorte]

HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?!

Your mind is a car, a car in the vastness of the universe, slowly going down the road which connects thought upon thought and you glance at your hands as they grasp the steering wheel, wondering if you are fit to master the curves of creativity, to weather the rocky roads of prose, to order a cool glass of beer at the roadhouse of inspiration no wait a second you can't order a beer you're driving you're test driving your mind car drunk what have you done WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS IS THE MIND POLICE SLOW DOWN AND PULL OVER IMMEDIATELY YOU ARE UNDER ARREST I SAID SLOW DOWN THIS IS--

ENTRANCEWAY
TEST DRIVE MEME

►► Take a brand new muse out for a drive, bring an old voice and try Wonderland's setting and population on for size. See how that Mirror personality fits your character! Post a top level comment, tag into other people's starters, enjoy yourself!

►► Any scenario goes! Thread out your character's arrival, have them act like a long-established resident, let our past events inspire your scene, or write up literally any Wonderland-based scenario you feel like playing with!

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►► Please only note that any threads made as part of the test drive meme are not game canon, and cannot be used for the activity check OR as samples for any future applications. Thank you for understanding!

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Chidi Anagonye | The Good Place

[filibusteredrecess]

Dining Room

So... I can have... any food I want?

[The table spreads itself out in front of him, covered with every favorite food he's ever had. Chidi starts to reach for one of the plates, then draws his hand back. He reaches for the next one. Draws his hand back again.]

Oh.... I'm getting a stomachache. I mean, do we even know where they're getting this food? What are the ethical ramifications of eating magical food that comes from an unknown source? How do we know what it even is?

Library

[Chidi has finally found the upside to Wonderland. The library.]

This place... it's beautiful! [He's found several of his old favorites already, and now he's going around for round two: books he's never heard of by philosophers he has heard of. Books from alternate universes where great minds had come up with different ideas.

Pretty soon, he's surrounded by a growing book fort, happily reading and jotting down notes as he does it. He's in nerd heaven.]

dining room!

[beautifullies]

[ Claire, in her tartan and corset, hair up, is putting together plates for her and Jamie when she hears the wonderings of someone who must be new. With a friendly smile, she glances up at him. ]

Not to cause your stomach more unrest, but what would the alternative be to eating the food provided when literally everything is provided?

[ It's a genuine question, not at all filled with any kind of sarcasm as she observes. ]

I take it you're relatively new, as well?

Library

[bibliocorn]

It really is!

[Hey, Chidi, there's a little unicorn hanging around, reading through a pile of books, levitating a couple around himself as he keeps trying to cross-reference various texts he's found. He's so happy. This is the BEST place.]

If we had a place like this back home, I don't think I'd ever step hoof outside of it ever again.

dining room :')

[janets]

You could always have any food you wanted, Chidi. But you knew that!

[ SURPRISE, guess who is standing nearby, inexplicably ]

Unfortunately, I have no information about the source of all this, but I would be happy to help you find something that seems safe.

[ She can't lie to him about the dangers of consuming potentially-magical food, but she will try her darndest to make him feel better!! ]

In the meantime, can I get you an antacid?

Madison Clark | Fear the Walking Dead

[notdocile]

[ When she makes it to a beach, Madison isn't totally sure where she is. The raft collapsed, there was so much water, Strand, Alicia, Nick still on the dam. It's that thought that pushes her up and out of the ocean, coughing as she does. Getting up to her hands and knees is a feat, but as she takes a few deep breaths, she realizes she's alive and not in Mexico. Standing, she stumbles a little at first, then finds her footing and begins walking. She's weaponless, a dangerous thing to be in this world - or so she thinks. However far she drifted (how long was she unconscious?) the dead are still around.

Walking toward the large building - a home? - she stops the first person she sees, still soaking wet and looking like she's struggling, at least a little. ]

My kids.

[ They're all she cares about right now. ]

A teenage boy and girl. Nick and Alicia. Do you know them? Have you seen them?

NETWORK - video

[ Now that she's been here a few days, she realizes what this is - a reprieve. And not one she's going to take for granted. She takes a hot, hot shower, uses lotion, wears new clothes and curls up in a bed that's so damn comfortable she may never leave. But even with just a few days of that, she knows she can't sit around and do nothing. ]

Hello. It's been a while since I uh...had something like this to use. I'm Madison. I thought, maybe I could offer some help. My world doesn't have much use for this anymore, but I was a counselor. Granted, a high school counselor, but if you can reach moody teens, you can reach anyone, right?

Anyway, just thought I'd put it out there if anyone needs someone to talk to, or hell, if you just need a drinkin' buddy. I'm pretty good at that, too.

video

[choosetruth]

[Georgia could... probably use a counselor, all things considered. Too bad she's never been one to talk about the things that really bother her. She's only ever had one big secret, but it's one that could have lost her everything, back when she had anything left to lose.

It seems like a great thing to ask about never, or at least not right now, so she focuses on what is, for her, more interesting.]

What happened to your world?

*_*

[abalisong]

( she didn't want to get in the boat.

it's the only thought alicia had, even as she did. the sun was hot and the water was a cool and brisk and nick was still up there with a detonator in his hand and a death wish. she didn't have time to be angry or to grieve. alicia didn't have time for anything but to swallow the impossible terror and agony in her chest and get in the boat.

to live.

she washes up on the beach. she's not in mexico; she knows that for sure, feeling the fine sand and the chill in the air. the tall grasses and the mansion in the distance.

that lump is back in her chest, suffocating her. for a moment, struggling to her feet, it nearly weighs her down and spits her out in its panic. she's been through — enough — and her mom, nick, anyone is nowhere to be found.

then she sees the woman walking in the distance. ) Mom? ( it's quiet. alicia starts and stops in her steps once, too afraid of hoping. then she runs, voice caught in her throat. ) Mom? Mom!

Sunburst | MLP

[bibliocorn]

Library

[If there's one thing that Sunburst will prize beyond all else, it's the pursuit of knowledge. He's read just about every book in Equestria (including some ancient, probably forbidden, tomes) but now he's facing every books that was written ANYWHERE. This, he is sure, is what heaven looks like. He can be found happily trotting around the shelves, levitating books from stacks and creating an ever increasing trail following him behind. He's going to live in here. ]

Oh my stars, I never imagined I could read books from other worlds. This is amazing! [If you happen to be anywhere near him, you're going to get a small unicorn grinning at you in utter delight. ] How does anypony do anything ELSE with all these wonderful books here?

Stables

[Sunburst had heard there were other equines here, and had eventually decided to head over to check them out. Chances are they were nopony he knew, he didn't exactly get out much- but he figured ti was only polite to show willing. Familiar in the strange and all that.

...Except these are absolutely not Equestrian equines. They're huge for a start, and they don't speak. Just just stare with their strange dark eyes and occasionally whinny. It's...not a comfortable sight. ]

Um...is something wrong with them?

Stables

[shslliar]

Something wrong with them?

[Kokichi's not an equine at all, but he looks offended.]

How do you know these horses aren't from a completely different world from yours with a different language and everything?

Phil Coulson | Agents of Shield

[avengeme]

[Look, there are plenty of cool tech and gadgets where he comes from but magical appearing food? That requires some experimentation. Phil leans back in his chair in the dining room, arms loosely crossed as he stares at the table]

Okay. Let's see you make a triple chocolate caramel raspberry bacon sundae with sprinkles, pecans, banana slices, whipped cream, and two cherries on top.

[there's no rule that he actually has to eat what he orders? Right?]

[mucked]

[ no rule, no. but there is a rather judgmental ssr agent at a nearby table -- and she does nothing to quell her scoff when she bears witness to this patently ridiculous order. peggy carter pushes some pie (of the savoury variety) around her plate with a fork before deciding that, no, she can't hold her peace. ]

I trust you're going to eat that monstrosity.

[ cool and indifferent on the surface, but beneath it anything but. of course, she's got no idea to whom she speaks. ]

Otherwise what a bloody waste.

Johann the Bard | The Adventure Zone

[moonbard]

This Hole Wasn't Made For Me | D&D Character Shift

[Johann wakes up on a cold, rocky cave floor, and groans. These kind of sub-par lodgings is why he took the gig on the freakin' moon. He pushes himself to his feet and swipes a silver lock of hair behind his extra-long ears. Wait, what?]

What...the shit...is even going on?

[A witch's spell maybe? A potion gone bad? He feels hella weird, and it's starting to freak him out. He reaches for his instrument. It's hard to recall if he strapped his lute or his violin to his back this morning, but he always has one of them with him.

...His dark hands come back to him with a ranger's bow.]

Nope.

[Johann, shaking his now-Drow head in disbelief, sets about stringing all the extra bowstrings he can find on his person to the bow, trying to fashion it into a make-shift harp. It's...not going well. This is not the morning Johann wants to be having.]

This Is Not What We Need Right Now | Ski Resort

[The wind howls outside and visibility is lost to the swirling sea of white. Well, that's fine, who wants to go outside, anyways?

Johann sits in a corner of the lodge, plucking at the strings on his lute almost absently, pausing every once in a while to jot down a note on a piece of parchment in front of him.]

Shit. That's the problem with a magnus opus that nobody tells you about. How do you follow it up?

[He sighs. In spite of the music he occasionally plays, his corner of the resort is kinda depressing.]

mom holy fuck, uhh ski resort!

[voidfished]

[Lucretia, too, certainly feels no need to go outside in this calamity. Even if she's never been the rushing in type, all going out in this would accomplish is getting her killed. Even if there are people to help, or the possibility that someone's out there, without a plan she's not going to throw herself into the gulch.

She approaches with two cups of cocoa, offering one to him as she sits nearby.]

The act of creation is always more complicated than it seems, I'm afraid. But you've always been good at playing from the heart.

rachel amber 🔥 life is strange

[raved]

( cw for mentions of kidnapping & involuntary drug use, murder, and recreational drug/alcohol use )

NETWORK — video.

I've had a lot of weird shit happen to me before.

( ah, the life of a popular girl. going to wild parties, drinking alcohol and dabbling in drugs — strange things definitely happen then. the weirdest probably being kidnapped, drugged and - eventually - killed, though that was something she hadn't anticipated at all. but of course, being dragged to another world is on a whole new level.

there's nothing that can really compare to that. but still she's smiling into the camera, charming and bright in the way people always spoke of her after her death - though she doesn't know that. )

But this is definitely the weirdest. ( rachel doesn't doubt that everyone feels pretty much the same. probably. ) Hey, at least I'm pretty good at adapting. Just tell me that there's a place I can find a good camera and maybe even a good drink, and we're sorted.

( she totally has an excuse for drinking. her last memory isn't exactly an amazing one, in fact it's one she would prefer to forget, and the best way to do that is to get roaring drunk - even if she'll regret it and still remember the next day. still, anything to make this transition easier is a plus in her book. )

ACTION — kitchen.

( listen, rachel doesn't know how long it has been since she last had something to eat. although she doesn't forego meals like some students she knows, mostly the ones who live on the on-campus dorms, maybe she had skipped dinner before she went to the vortex club party. and her kidnapper wasn't exactly eager to feed her when she was drugged, tied up and photographed.

the first place she goes to with this in mind is the kitchen. she goes through a couple of cupboards and digs into a fridge before pulling out ingredients for what appears to be a sandwich, setting them on the side with a bright grin.

maybe then someone else enters, or they've been there the whole time and it's only now that she looks at them, but all the same she starts speaking: ) Would you like one? I'm pretty good at making sandwiches, or so I've been told. You'll definitely be missing out if you say no.

AAAAHHHHH hello! [Action!]

[mypartnerintime]

[Late night snacks are part and parcel of the Max Caulfield lifestyle, at least here in Wonderland. Especially ever since all the bad shit happened- the storm, the kidnappings, Chloe leaving Wonderland.

She knows that most everyone in the mansion has gone through things just as bad, or worse. So seeing someone else come into the kitchen on a late night isn't a big surprise. Max glances at the other girl, then goes back to chowing down on her cereal...

...feeling strange.

She slowly looks back up at the blonde and... stares. Eyes wide. Throat suddenly very dry. Rachel goes through her whole sandwich routine with Max staring from one end of the kitchen, trying to match in her mind a picture to the real thing.

When Rachel finally speaks to her Max jerks in surprise.]

Huh-? Oh! Uhhh...

[ Come on! Say something!]

I-... I wouldn't wanna miss out.

Drusilla || Buffy the vampire slayer

[drusilla]

[The room is dimly lit, any light not created by a candle is blocked by dark silk or tapestries. The demon was ever so sensitive to the light after all and even the faintest crack would put her in such a foul mood. This was a party after all and a foul mood wasn't fitting for a celebration. The table was cluttered with pots of tea, cups and various treats. Dolls sitting around the table, each with a tea cup. They were all different shapes and sizes, each filled with tea and various little trinkets (Because of course her guest had preferences.) Drusilla sat at the party table in a tight-fitting Victorian dress, covering her delicate frame and making her doll-like as well. Yes, all was quite peaceful in the princess' chambers but, oh, what's this? It seems the party has a crasher.]

This won't do, Miss Gwen.

She gasps, blue eyes widen as the pupils slimmed into slits and the iris takes a lighter shade, becoming almost golden in color.] You are not invited. This is an unbirthday party not a birthday! Naughty. Naughty. Trying to steal extra cake. [She hisses at her porcelain guest and hopped up, walking calmly towards the doll and snatching her up.]

You had your birthday earlier! This is for the children unborn this d- [she gasps, looking at the doll with a stricken look, the unheard insult stinging the woman right through her lifeless heart.] Gluttonous, child. Speaking out of turn. Your vile tongue will not be tasting ever again.

[She growls softly and grasps the doll's head.] Sshh...

[The vampire hushes sweetly despite what she was about to do. With an effortless twist and a crack the doll's head snaps off, making Drusilla chuckle, she so loved punishing her children.] Now keep quiet and excuse yourself like a lady.

[With that her face shifts back into its usual fragile appearance and she tosses the remains out the door. She grabs the doll’s teacup as well throwing it out behind the broken body with a shattering sound. She giggles and claps joyfully.]

Off with her head!

[compulsion]

[A bloke is just walking around, trying to see what kind of trouble and discontent he can cause while things are what passes for calm in Wonderland. Not that it is ever really calm, but he's willing to give it a try and see what is going on.

Apparently what is going on is someone not giving a rat's ass who is where as a doll comes popping out the door, hitting the wall just before him.

He scurries back, expression incredulous as he lifts his arms in a questioning gesture.]

Hey! Watch it with the...

[And that's when the teacup follows its Mistress into the hallway, shattering against the wall above his head. He at least has the decency to duck, as well as give a few choices words as he storms up to the door, looking like a reject from a goth club with his leather short shorts and mesh top with puppy stomper boots on and his dark hair and makeup a touch messy.]

What's with the projecti... Well well.

[Words failing as he sees Drusilla.]

Hello there, Beautiful.

gwen stacy, marvel-616

[gwendys]

LIBRARY

[Gwen has had it up to here when it comes to finding herself in situations where she has nothing but questions and thin patience. Why did Spider-Man kill her father? What was Peter Parker hiding? And what the hell is this place?

Nope. Gwen will NOT drown in her own questions. She may very well go mad, and this Wonderland is not the place she'd want to go mad.

Instead, she's in the library with her nose in a book. The way the book is placed over her hand has its title concealed behind her palm, but B I O C H E M I S T R Y is lined down the book's spine.]

THE ROOF

Arms folded close to her person, wind dancing with strands of blonde... the flesh surrounding Gwen's blue eyes are puffed with a tinge of red. She's been crying.

The tear trails have dried from where they sat painted over her cheeks, but her expression is numb, her eyes vacant. She needs something, maybe even everything, but all she can give herself at this moment is the solitude of the roof. And this may be enough for now.

the ROOF

[scoutsniper]

Yeah, if she was looking for privacy, the roof was probably a bad choice. Frank had learned that the hard way, himself--that asshole with his spaceship, for one thing--but old habits are a hard to break, even here, where they're the only things, sometimes, that remind you of home. So he still comes up here himself, to take in the view, for whatever good that does.

He's not one to intrude on someone else's private grief, but, yeah, she's been crying. If he were a classy gentleman or something, he'd have a handkerchief to offer. But he's him, so he has a thermos of coffee.

Good enough. He pours out a cup, holding it in front of her, leaning against the roof edge, carefully not looking her in the eye, in case she still needs, you know, a moment. "Nice view, when the sun's up."

ivy belfrey | once upon a time

[emojis]

{ t e x t / a c t i o n }

[This Wonderland is much less interesting than the one she's used to. She established that the second she arrived and heard all of the ridiculously useless posts over the network. Granted, the network does make it easy to keep tabs on certain people - Regina and Henry, mostly - and confirm that Ella and her mother are not currently present. Either way, this should make things ... interesting, depending on what Regina and Henry remember.

So she plops herself down on a stool at Lux Deux, pulls out her device, and sets out making her presence known. And having a scotch while she's at it.]

Please tell me there's something to do around here other than drink and whine about these so-called "events" otherwise this is about to get really boring, really fast. 👎

[There. Let's see what she happens to catch.]

[cursebreaking]

Glad to see you're looking for the silver lining.

[Emma isn't exactly thrilled with this place either, but she'd learned a long time ago that complaining never gets you very far. Action does.]

Never learned to entertain yourself? It's a valuable life skill.

zari tomaz | dctv (legends of tomorrow)

[hackedhistory]

{ a n o n t e x t }

[The text doesn't have a name attached, because Zari intends to keep flying under the radar, but if there's any chance her team has gotten sucked into this hell hole as well, she wants to make sure she gets ahead of things.]

Looking for a few people. Would appreciate any tips or directions if you've seen:

- Badass captain who likes to wear white.
- The tallest optimist I've ever met who also happens to be a fan of Singing in the Rain.
- Girl who likes to get in touch with her wild side.
- History expert with a steel jaw.
- Firebug who's probably been drinking since he got here.
- Best mechanic in all of time and space.

[another bullet point almost goes there, but she stops herself, and tries to keep herself focused]

If you see any of them, let a girl know.

And if any legends happen to see this, I'll be in the kitchen checking out the closets.

- Z

[and she will be exactly where she promised she'd be, quietly testing the limits of the closets as a larger and larger feast begins to spread across the table. She even might share, if you happen to catch her in a good mood.]

[mucked]

[ you know, peggy's learned enough by now to have considered zari's broadcast a point of considerable interest. but! considering its anonymous quality and the fact that she is currently altogether too busy fussing with kitchen herself, that discussion goes undiscussed.

instead, zari walks in just as she manages to burn two pieces of toast. the failure elicits a quiet curse-- ] Bollocks.

[ --but peggy doesn't bin any of it. with a grimace, she begins slathering both with a heap of marmite. it's as though she intends to mask the carbon char with altogether too much spread. waste not want not. after a miserable first bite, she chews and swallows and glances at the woman who's just entered the kitchen. ]

I wouldn't trust a single appliance in the place.

[ peggy announces it as though (somehow) she isn't to blame for her current predicament. ]

Snow White | OUAT | Video

[spiritofgoodness]

[ Over the years, Snow's gone to many different realms. Some on purpose, some because of a certain stepmother who shall remain nameless. She's never been to Wonderland though, and as she walks through the garden maze where she wound up upon arrival, she can't help but be curious. Cora used to rule here, and if she doesn't any longer, then who does?

Because random portal hopping is sort of a thing back home, Snow is more composed than the average new arrival addressing the network, though there is some concern on her face. It's been years since anything like this happened in Storybrooke. Henry's the last person to have gone through a portal and that was ten years ago. She has another grandchild on the way, her daughter needs her, and honestly, this is the worst timing in the world. She's annoyed, not really upset or worried. She'll make it back home eventually, she always does. Or, Charming will find her.

He always finds her. ]

Wonderland! Hello. I've heard a lot about this realm, some pretty bad, some a little good. That's not important. The important thing is I don't remember stepping into a portal. At least not one in my own living room. Did I wind up in a land with magic?

[ If she did, then there's sure to be a portal out somewhere. And she's only assuming so because of what she's read in the brochure. ]

My family doesn't often do portals alone, either. So, if the names David-slash-Charming, Emma, Henry or Regina mean anything to you, let me know, please. Or, if you're watching this, come find me. It's what we do best.

[ Snow smiles a little, refusing to be distressed - yet. ]

video | conveniently using a different canon point for TDM purposes!

[cursebreaking]

Mary Margaret?

[The response is almost immediate. Not 'mom,' even though Emma's fully aware of who she is-- she hasn't quite bridged that gap yet, more often defaulting to the name Snow had been using when they'd first met upon her arrival in Storybrooke.]

Hold on-- stay right where you are, I'm on my way.

[Snow will be able to see Emma launch herself into motion as she speaks, the camera unsteady as she quickly makes her way out towards the grounds.]

Napstablook | Undertale (will match brackets or prose)

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

A: Network, text

okay so

i think i've been in this maze for

....two days?

i found the exit twice but i wanted to make sure i saw all of it....

but now.... i can't find the exit....

i...guess i could float through the hedges but that would be cheating......

um


B:Action, arrival

There's a ghost in the corner of the hall.

They look like the kind of ghost that would be in a picture book, a cylinder with a rounded top, a wiggly bottom, and two big ovals for eyes. And they look distraught, taking in their surroundings.

Are they crying?

B!!!! TIME FOR METTATON TO CRY

[mettatonvevo]

It's another day, another song. Mettaton roams the halls again, staying within sight of mirrors because he knows he should, because he wants to, because really, what else can he do? He's still deciding on what to do, where to really go, when he hears crying.

It's not the most unusual thing to hear in the Entrance Hall; it's usually the hallmark of newcomers. Initially he thinks of leaving whoever it is be- perhaps someone else can tend to them right now. But there's something about the cadence to the crying, the pauses and breaks in sound that make him walk to at least see who it is. And who it is makes him stop dead in his tracks.

"...Blooky?"

He stares like he's seen a ghost.

Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII

[battlefront]

[Being here felt like visiting an old friend again, even if he... really had no recollection of actually being here before. It all felt like some kind of vivid dream, with people he didn't know greeting him and a rabbit on his lap that acted like a long-lost owner had finally returned.

It's strange.

He sits out at the front of the mansion, looking over the strange gardens and almost fake-looking skies. His left arm stiffens up with the pain of something burning from his bicep down, as it always does, but it's not as bad as it usually is.

If this is a dream, don't wake him.]

[pleasereset]

[Asriel was just returning from the gardens, when he sees someone standing at the mansion entrance and staring off into space.

Should he... just leave him be? Maybe he should check on him. This place seems to like dumping people here with no explanation or guide to where they are and what they're doing here.]

Um... howdy there! Are you looking for something?

nyssa al ghul. dctv.

[barakati]

↪ the ballroom

( she doesn't intend to wind up here. her intentions, murky as they may seem now that she's arrived in this imposing space, had been to find some bearings. to gather her wits, plot out the rooms and hallways, discover an escape hatch. perhaps to find something that felt more reasonable than simply arriving into a fairy book.

but the ballroom calls her, and so it's the ballroom where she ends up, skin aglow from the light of so many candles flickering from all around her. it's perhaps the candles alone that put her at ease. they remind her of home, a bit, of the warmly illuminated corridors of nanda parbat.

so perhaps it is unsurprising, then, that nyssa lets down her metaphorical hair in the supposed privacy of the ballroom, a melody that seems to come from nowhere (but in reality simply flows through the walls from the nearby grand piano in the music room) carrying her along as nimble feet lift her up into the motions of a once-known dance.

she hasn't danced in many years. not since she was a little girl, learning how to move her body in ways that would one day befit an assassin. but here, she remembers. perhaps you'd like to join her? or perhaps you'd prefer to watch. )

↪ the dining room

( everyone needs to eat. though she resists it for as long as she can, eventually even nyssa al ghul gives in to the growling in her stomach enough to venture towards the dining room. its overly large table and opulent decor feels ostentatious — and, if she's honest, a tad ridiculous — but it doesn't stop her from ordering. )

Biryani. Lamb. ( there's no acknowledgement from the table, but she continues regardless. ) And a cup of kashmiri chai, if you have it.

( a girl nearby orders a combination that reminds her of a dinner had once in a place entirely unlike this one. the memory stings for a moment, and nyssa adds on: ) And a black and white milkshake. Please.

( at least she can drink to that. )

ballroom }

[deathlessness]

[It's the music that draws Freya's attention, luring her out of the hallway and into the glow of the ballroom, and she smiles when she sees someone dancing within it. She just watches at first, wanting to take it all in, but she smiles when Nyssa eventually catches her.

It's not like she was trying to hide.]

You're a lovely dancer.

Tilly | Once Upon a Time

[otherplaces]

Checkerboard Hills

[Tilly is sitting in the middle of the Checkerboard Hills, looking thoughtful. Then, abruptly she stands up and strides back to the Mansion purposefully.

For the next few hours, she works tirelessly. The first few pieces, she simply carries up, pawns that come up to her waist, knights that could rival real horses, a rook that she swears weighs as much as a real castle, but then she realizes it'll be much easier and more fun to use a wagon. Then she can take more than one piece at a time. It's much better.

Finally, she stands, wiping her forehead, and leans against the white knight piece. She looks around at her fully set up life size chess board.]

This'll do nicely, I think.

Tea Rooms

[Tilly's always rather enjoyed tea, but she even more enjoys the unlimited access to food. There's sandwich after sandwich piled up in front of her, all different, most extremely odd, and she's only taking a bite or two of each before tossing them aside and trying the next.]

I still find I'm rather partial to marmalade.

[She tilts her head thoughtfully, then picks up another sandwich with a shrug.]

[henrydaniel]

[ Henry walks past the tea room while glancing inside before stopping once he passes the door and walking back to actually stare now, head tilted slightly to the side. ]

Uh...hello. You're from Hyperion Heights.

[ It's not even a question, just a statement because she may be weird but at least she's familiar. ]

Alex Kralie | Marble Hornets

[filmmajor]

The Mansion

[This is not the first time Alex has seen things that can't possibly be there. But he has to admit, this is new. A little more acid trip than nightmare. Wonderland. Yeah, right. Like he could ever live a fairytale. Unless it was one of those edgy retellings.

Alex Kralie is a healthy person with great coping skills, so the obvious thing to do is to open up the nearest closet to see what.... huh. There's gasoline just waiting for him. That's... so weirdly convenient that he probably should question it, but he's got more important plans to tend to first.

This mansion shouldn't exist. The magic gasoline shouldn't exist. This entire land shouldn't exist.

So he's just... gonna wander the halls spilling gasoline casually. I'm sure this will end fine.]

Library

[He'd been told the library was infinitely and that stories from all sorts of different worlds existed there. He knew that.

But there's knowing that, and then there's finding a very familiar DVD.

Alex stares at the box in his hands. It has to be a mistake. But that's his name on the front. That's Brian's face staring back at him, judging him for everything he's done.]

I did what I had to.

[He snarls, then shoves the box back onto the shelf, putting a few other boxes in front of it for good measure.

This place really is hell.]

library; HEY THERE BUDDY

[burntvideocassette]

[Jay's back in the library, ostensibly just to return the (overdue) movies from that last disaster of a movie night, but in reality, he's looking for a distraction. Something light. Maybe--maybe something Monty Python, something Princess Bride, something like either that never existed back home.]

[He's not sure when the switch flipped, when he was able to start putting movies on to drown out the white noise again, but he's thankful he can. He thinks he's thankful he can.]

[Jay shuffles down the row, scanning the titles on the cases, when he hears a noise. He instinctually turns to look, adrenaline prickling under his skin even before he realizes why the timbre of it sounds so familiar, and--]

[--and--]

Alex?

[It's whispered, barely audible. He pauses for a moment, before saying it louder.]

Alex?

Peyton Charles | iZombie

[advocates]

fifth floor bar

[As far as kidnappings go, this isn't as bad as her first one way -- no one is trying to kill her yet and she isn't tied up and defenseless. It's not much, but it's something. Still, she's nervous all the same, though her poised demeanor would suggest otherwise. She finds one of the many bars in the mansion and settles down to have a few drinks. Apologies in advance to anyone who tries to keep up with her, it'll probably end poorly for you.


Still, if you sit down next to her she'll invite you to have a few drinks with her while she grills you for information -- if it seems almost like an interrogation...well, she is a lawyer, that's part of her thing. among the things she asks about are her friends, liv moore,
major lilywhite, ravi chakrabarti, she even reluctantly mentions blaine debeers because while blaine is a pathetic self serving liar he also knows how to get out of bad situations almost better than anyone she knows.]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[livemoore]

[ Liv switches it up at a different bar every time she goes out, and tonight, by coincidence, she goes to the quieter one on the 5th floor. She's on her device when she walks in the door but tucks it into her pocket as she hears a very familiar voice literally questioning someone like they're a suspect in a crime. ]

Peyton!

[ In a blur of motion, Liv is hug tackling her best friend. ]

You're here! You're really here. Oh, my God, I missed you so much.

percy jackson | local teen meets so many gods

[phykios]

the lake

[ maybe you went down to the lake with percy, or maybe you ran into him here. something falls into the lake, yours or his, and he offers to swim down and find it. just give him a minute.

...more like ten minutes. it's a lot more like ten or fifteen minutes.

or maybe you're just a random passerby.

regardless, here's what happens: with no warning, he finally surfaces with a splash. he doesn't seem out of breath. in fact, he's perfectly dry, even though he's half-submerged in the water. percy kicks for the shore, shakes his head, frowns, and says, ]

Those were the most talkative fish I've ever met in my life.

[ this is totally normal. ]

[interpersonal]

( so that's a long time to hold your breath.

elena would be able to manage, but that might have something to do with her being a vampire. percy offered to retrieve her journal from the lake before she could protest, and though she's grateful for the kindness, she grimaces at the sight of the leather bound notebook.

she's not sure how much of it she can actually recover. )

Thanks for this.

( wait. )

You don't -- you weren't really talking to the fish, were you? ( look, this is wonderland. she knows better than to just assume he's joking. )

david haller ( legion )

[yelloweyed]

ARRIVAL

Last thing David knew, he was falling asleep in one of the beds at Summerland after being rescued from a threatening interrogation at the hands of well-armed mystery people that threatened to kill him after he's been off his meds for a week. Only apparently he doesn't need his meds, or so Melanie Bird claims. He's only half-sure the woman and Summerland are real.

But clozapine withdrawal is a hell of a thing when you've been taking it for several years. So he's definitely sure, when he wakes up on the bench of a garden rather than a bed in a cubicle, that he's hallucinating. He laughs to himself, then dreamily drops onto his knees on the ground and touches a yellow flower.

He doesn't know what kind of flower it is. Daisy? Buttercup? Whatever it is, there's a patch of them in a vintage-style ceramic planter.

"Try not to eat those," Lenny Busker says, appearing behind him in gardening overalls and a wide-brimmed sun hat, complete with gloves. "They're poison."

"Why would I eat a flower? I'm not that crazy," David protests. "Kinda hungry, though."

"Ah, ah, ah," Lenny says, wagging her finger at him. She grips him by the scruff of his collar and bodily shoves him back onto the bench. "We both know you're hallucinating your dead friend right now, so you're about, I'd say... a 9.5 on the buttercup-eating scale. Figure out where you are first, or wander around like a lost crumb nibbling fresh rosemary." She thrusts her pointer finger into his chest, laughing at him. "Learn now, eat later, capisce?"

She disappears from view. David looks around to see where she went, or where he is, whatever comes first.

It's not helping. He suddenly feels more nauseous than hungry, though that's probably the withdrawal talking.

Meanwhile, anyone who happened to catch sight at the time would not have seen or heard Lenny at all, just David talking to himself and stumbling back onto the bench.

NETWORK

so.
nothing like feeling that ol' paranoia every time you catch sight of yourself in a reflection, it's really something.
it's funny, at the hospital we weren't allowed mirrors because we might smash them and now i guess the prophecy is fulfilled. or whatever.
also, i really love oversharing apparently. nice to meet everyone?
i'm david and i'm trying to get used to this portable phone thing. it's really cool, actually.

MINDSCAPE

[There's a field of tall, strange flowers that don't have petals so much as little balls of yellow light, stretching out further and further into the darkness. These flowers are the only source of light around, as visions of a boy's childhood come and go as if they are giant projections into the starless night sky.

There's a haunted feeling here, as if something lurks in the darkness, perhaps where the flowers are more sparse. A feeling like you really want to get out of here before something notices you.

Concentrate on the visions of David's years as a child or teenager if you wish, or explore further to find a way out of this foreboding place.]

pepper potts | mcu

[redheadpepper]

[ Dining room ]

Her heels make a rather comforting click click click on the floor as she walks steadily down the room - comforting, if only because she never seems to remember hearing that sound in the multitude of nightmares she suffers these days. In a way, it makes the place feel real.

Maybe.

And then, a bunch of food appears on the table in front of her.

"Oh, no," she says, shaking her head. "Someone's gonna have to give me a very good reason to believe none of that is poisoned or - whatever."


[ Network ]

[ The woman's nails are perfectly manicured, her makeup flawless, her strawberry-blonde hair pulled back from her face in an elegant chignon. A wisp or two might've come loose, it does that sometimes, but otherwise, not a thread out of place. Only her mouth and her eyes reveal her worry, her slight fear. Even her voice, when she speaks, is steady. ]

I have to say, as kidnappings go, this one is pretty creative. I guess there are a lot of us here, so, hi. I'm Pepper. I'd like to get a rundown, on what to expect, from the people who've been living it. How bad does it get?

Dining room

[bibliocorn]

Also sitting at the dining table is a little bespectacled unicorn in a wizard's cape. He has a plate of what looks like fries in front of him (they are not made of potato, don't eat them). He smiles over at Pepper.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. It's generally how food appears here, nopony seems to have suffered any ill effects that I know of. It's safe, just magic."