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[ Transitioning from one kind of prison to another shouldn't be this pat, but Will Graham is taking it as in stride as any recently sane person. The device Wonderland affords its "guests" isn't entirely dissimilar to a few of the smart phones or tablets back home, leaving it a question of what would drive him to invite possibly scores of people to bother him. Several days of observing others spontaneously turn into children, swap genders, and otherwise defy natural law really hammer in that he's stuck in Oz and he's no Dorothy that'll be going home soon.

The drab jumpsuit he arrived in has been traded for the comfortable plaid he's always favored, feeling a strange disconnect from himself while shrugging it on. Will manages to make it to the docks without accost or transformation, turning on the feed without much ceremony. Wonderland will see someone who's definitely lost more than a few days of sleep, altogether a little too rumpled to be called put-together, though his eyes are clear and lucid. ]

Uhm, hello. My name is Will Graham. I'm what you'd call a new arrival, though I've gathered that there's been a version of me here before. I can't account for that. I am - [ He pauses, a bit of a rueful edge sharpening the set of his mouth. ] - I have worked with the FBI as a teacher and criminal profiler. Some of you might be familiar.

Now that I've spent some time confirming that this is, in fact, not a delusion or fever dream in the most literal sense, I'm at something of a loss.

[ One hand comes into view and scrubs the side of his face, the feed jostling and listing to the side as he looks away. It's not eye contact but he feels the weight of eyes pressing on him all the same. He should have just figured out how to broadcast his voice. ]

It's definitely unusual, I'm just not so certain it's cruel, depending on what it is you're leaving behind. Clearly anyone can be taken for any reason, so the punishment doesn't necessarily fit the crime. No crime is needed at all, which sounds like the U.S. justice system in a nutshell besides. Not that I want to attribute this trip to "Wonderland" to it, however, as that would imply it had imagination.

[ If it sounds like he's speaking from experience, that's because he is. ]

If there's some documentation where I can get up to speed, I'd be grateful for the direction granted I don't get turned into a toad on the way. Aside from that, if anyone runs into a well-dressed man, middle aged, goes by the name Hannibal Lecter - [ Don't trust him. He goes still, rewording himself. ] - tell him I'm looking for him.

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It's sort of up for debate whether being brought here is cruel or not.

[In fact, this is a topic of conversation that Wash has been particularly conflicted over for some time now. It might be interesting to get some discussion on it, this guy, Will, he seems to have opinions he'd like to hear more about.]

No matter what you're leaving behind though, this place isn't a picnic. It puts us in life-threatening danger pretty often, so I'd say you'd have to be coming from something really bad for this place to be better for you.

My thoughts exactly.

[ It's not a perspective he'd think common in Wonderland. Almost always when being removed from every place and person you know, there would be the outliers that Will is more likely to be among because when is he ever not on the outside looking in. They'd appreciate the temporary relief to a permanent condition and if they were lucky, the relief would go on and on and never hit the turn.

Now that he knows who he's searching for is here, maybe the best Will can expect to do is keep him from home, really. ]

"Life-threatening" can have different facets to it. For my part there was definitely the literal kind, and then the more insidious kind. Where your identity is stripped from you like a screw is stripped.

I understand that the longer you're here the more you lose your memories. [ His jaw works for a few moments in silence. It's this kind of existential horror that keeps a guy up at night. ] This place is only better until I can figure out a move.

[Wash himself isn't from a place that he doesn't miss--in fact, he'd much rather be in his home reality than here, and he'd likely go back in an instant if he could. That doesn't mean, of course, that he doesn't understand that some people here might be conflicted about which is better. And there are, he knows, even those who are happier here because they've come from death, or from something worse than death.

Hearing the little bit about where Will's from, it helps him understand. And he can't say he blames the guy if he's conflicted, or even prefers being here. Even without details, that sounds rough.]

...Yeah. [It's about all he manages in response at first, admittedly a bit startled by what he's heard. After a moment though, he clears his throat and nods, seemingly snapping out of it.] Yeah, it does. If it helps, it only starts with single words, but none of the memories associated with the words. So the process...seems to be pretty slow.

[Not something he's experienced for himself. ...Yet. But he's heard enough about it.]

...A move. A move like, how to fix your situation back home?

[ Pity's the last thing he wants. Will'd settle for something a good deal more practical, and while he can't see Wash's face, a tiny wave of relief rolls through him at being understood. Just a little.

Slow is good. Will counts clarity and purpose as his sole assets, so Wash's information is invaluable and mutable depending on what Hannibal does to tip things into his hand.

(Will's thoughts, they don't stray.) ]

Knowing how to fix it isn't the problem, it's execution. [ Hah. ] Sorry, I didn't catch your name before I started getting cynical.

Oh.

[He doesn't get it, but he'll half play along like he does? He'd even like to offer help if he can, finding Will a fix, but he has a feeling prying that much into someone's life so soon after meeting them might be too inappropriate.

Well. He can and will at least to continue to offer any information Will might need about Wonderland, if he hasn't heard it all already.]

Right. Right! That's because I didn't offer it. [He's gotten pretty bad at introducing himself before talking about Wonderland to the new arrivals...] I'm Agent Washingon. Mostly just go by Wash, though.

[ Sorry Wash, Will is Complicated and creeps out ninety to a hundred percent of his friends. Former friends. Trust will have to be dealt with in a case by case basis, "need to know", whichever way he understands it best.

Wash is pleasant enough to not have chased that line of questioning, and for that Will feels an awkward twinge for coming across the way he does. Then Will dons a frown...ier frown, brows knitting at the screen. ]

Agent? That's not a uniform I'm familiar with. [ Here he has Wonderland to thank for its powers over time and space, he sees. ]

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[Complicated is fine, he used to deal with some complicated people on a daily basis. He figures he can probably handle Will, even if he is...okay, yeah, maybe a little creepy. But he doesn't like to judge a person too early.

Noticing the frown--or the frown that deepens, anyway--as his uniform comes into question, Wash casts a brief glance down at himself like he needs to get a look at what he's wearing to understand. Even though he understands perfectly well, and has had many a question about his armour.]

Oh, uh, yeah. No one here really is. Guess I'm from the future compared to most people. [He says is almost sheepishly, running an awkward hand over the top of his helmet.] I'm a soldier in a highly specialized and experimental military program where I'm from. Hence, agent. ...And the armour.

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