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[vitaelamorte]

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Comments

Cora | Once Upon a Time | OTA

[so_much_more]

[This is a situation out of her control, something that seems to happen often, despite her best efforts. Her plans slipping from her fingers and placing her back at the beginning. It happened with Jonathon, it happened with Leopold, and apparently, it was destined to happen with Henry.

Despite giving up the man she loved and a chance to live as she pleased, she chose power instead. She sacrificed it all, but where has it gotten here? Stuck in this strange world, wandering through a mansion rather than at her wedding.

If she seems a bit irritable, it's because she is. She dislikes having obstacles or interference in her goals. But once again, she has no control over her situation. This isn't something she is going to accept happily. She'll find a way out of here and she'll find a way to come out on top once more.]

Albus Severus Potter | Harry Potter Next Gen

[secondpotter]

[This wasn't Hogwarts.

He'd been following his best mates into the Great Hall when suddenly the world shifted around him and he found himself standing in foyer of a large mansion. It was such a startling change that at first Al thought his brother was pulling a prank on him. James was famous for his pranks and this would be one of the better ones. Albus turned around, more curious than disturbed to find an open door that showed a brilliant garden beneath a blue sky.

This really was elaborate even for his brother.]

James? [He called out, taking a step into the bright, shiny world.] Very funny, you know. You'll pass your Charms NEWTs for sure.

hi have a Roxy

[succensa]

[ Roxanne had arrived a bit earlier, in between classes. She'd been on a staircase, and it had moved, but then it... changed. Roxanne immediately pulled out her wand and went exploring. What sort of Gryffindor would she be if she didn't?

She eventually finds her way to the foyer, where she sees a familiar face. ]

Al? You're here too?

norman | paranorman

[necrospeak]

1.

[Norman sees the mansion before him and instantly thinks it's another vision. He looks from one side, to the other, then turns in a full 360 to get his bearings. Everything seems pretty normal, but then his visions have mainly been death and doom so he isn't going to let himself get comfortable just yet.

It seems a little pointless for him to be having another vision, though, just after he finally decided he would do as his uncle asked him to and find that book. Whatever it is, though, he just has to get through it and hopefully he won't find he's jumped out of his window once it fades.

When he stands there for a while and nothing actually happens, he rolls up his sleeves -- it's a little hot for autumn, isn't it? -- and pushes open the front door. He looks inside, not daring to enter just yet, but tries to peek around the doorway to see what it's like.

All looks pretty normal, if a little too fancy to be anything from Blithe Hollow.]

Hello...?

2.

[Norman's found himself a room and put up some zombie movie posters from the closets. If he's going to be staying here, it's gonna have to be at least a little homey. He's stayed put inside his new room rather than explore, and just flicked through posts on his device, not really paying more attention to the words he reads than the bare minimum. His mind is elsewhere.

Eventually, he can't keep pretending to read posts on the network anymore, and he opens up the text option.]

How come there's no ghosts here?

[His thumb hovers over the "send" button, hesitating. Does he really want people to think he's a freak so soon after he's arrived? With a blank slate, he can be normal. No one will call him names or push him around. And if there's really not any ghosts, the charade can continue.

But he can't help it. He has to know why. He can't just... pretend to be normal, even if it seems easier. He bites his lip and presses send.

Besides, without ghosts... he'd really be alone here.]

2!!!! man that choice was difficult

[holdthephones]

[Neku's surprised to see the simple network post. why would someone ask about ghosts? the mansion was creepy as Hell, yes, but it didn't really scream haunted. even if it did, who would willingly hang around ghosts?

it occurs to him that there may be other people like his friend, Joshua. people who see dead people every day and that's a totally normal thing.

Neku doesn't exactly want to advertise that he's dead. which is why he can't help it. he has to know.

he switches his text options to PRIVATE] There are ghosts. you're just not looking hard enough.

Fiona | Tales From The Borderlands

[banknotable]

ARRIVAL - THE GROUNDS

[ She falls from the sky, sticks the perfect ten point landing. Catches her hat like a frisbee, round and round here finger 'till she puts it back on her head. Huffs once, blows her hair back into place. Sits perfectly. Fits perfectly.

"New adventure, huh? Let's have at it," she thinks, no point saying it out loud when her smirk does the job for her, confident like her steps, that big ass mansion only a tiny stretch on her road to ADVENTURE and RICHES and GLORY and MOSTLY RICHES.

...at least Fiona's probably gonna tell it like that someday, maybe someday in the future when she can get her jaw to stop hanging open wider than a skag gullet, and uh. Also maybe stop. Stop staring. At the mansion. A lot. 'Cause. That, uh. That so wasn't here before. ]

That's-- Yeah, that's not what that grenade was supposed to do. At- at all.

[ Pro...bably. Um. ]

Um, Sasha? Guys? ...Rhys? Anyone? En...hance?

[[ OOC: Prose or comment spam replies are gr8, will match format! Taking her from the end of ep2, so no ep3 spoilers to worry about on my end, though I've played it and you're welcome to throw those at me also! ]]

[handsomejerk]

[do you hear that? the dulcet tones of maniacal laughter as it seeps through to your ear holes? it's not your imagination. whenever fiona is done trying to get an object to enhance to literally no avail, she will notice one extremely good looking man laughing his ass off at the scene in front of him. (hint: that scene is fiona.)]

Heeeeey, Fiona. So good to see you with my own eyes - and, wow, I must say, even better in person than though mechanics. Technology, am I right?

[the overly friendly manner is heightened as he walks closer to her, arms out stretched amicably (although maybe not for a hug, hugs are far too affectionate - more of a "look at me I am here, bow to your mighty king" kind of amicability.]

I can not believe how much you and Rhys fucked up with the Gortys but I -- [he starts laughing again, stopping to collect himself.] I mean Wonderland? What a pathetic joke - Look at me now, though, baby, I'm freed from that half-meatsack half-robot mess of a body. Back and better than ever. And seeing as your colossal screw up helped me get there, I probably won't kill you as painfully as I originally intended.

[he draws a gun. he is hyperion after all.]

It's too bad Rhys isn't here to see this.

Steven Universe | That show that's named after him

[whaaaaaat]

A

[ This... was probably not beach city. Steven was pretty sure there wasn't a fancy mansion with a garden but then again he can't really remember how he got here in the first place so maybe there's a warp pad around so he can get home. Not that he's worried or anything! Definitely not! He's fully prepared even though he doesn't even have his cheeseburger backpack. He walks a around a little, curious about this weird new place that doesn't really have any telltale weird Gem architecture. ]

Garnet? Amethyst? Pearl? Where are you guys? Where am I?

[ He wanders a bit more until he finds an open window and peers inside, nose and eyes poked over the top of the frame before he scrambles up over and sill and falls ungracefully onto the floor of the hallway. ] Oof! Geez... where are they?

Oh! [ Into his pockets he goes and digs out his cell phone! Except... ] Aw, whaaaat? No bars! I thought that was impossible!

[ After that his wandering gets a more frantic purpose as he runs down the hall and occasionally pulls open a door to check to yell for one of the Gems or his Dad or even Connie. Maybe he rips open your door, maybe he runs into someone barreling down the hall. ]


B

[ Everything seems about normal in the Wonderland kitchens, except perhaps for Steven running around energetically in an effort to create an even better together breakfast. One that wouldn't try to hurt anyone. If there was any way to really get to know someone it was too share a delicious breakfast with them. He's arranged a fantastic combination of pancakes, blueberry pie filling, whipped cream and gummy bears into a stack that just barely stays standing. ]

Hmm... perfect! Now I just need...

[ Aha! Another person! He's runs up to whatever hapless person has wandered into the kitchen. ]

Hi there! Want some together breakfast!

a

[brainmeme]

[Amethyst is in the kitchen making macaroni and cheese, with extra cheese powder and gravy on top. She's almost done, just getting to the finishing touch: the final topping of molasses. She's standing there holding the bottle of molasses completely upside down, shaking it, even tapping the bottom in hopes it'll make it go faster. If she wasn't fully committed to eating what she'd envisioned in her mind she would have given up on it by now.]

Come on, get on the food already...

[But then the door bursts open, and she drops the bottle in surprise, cracking it open on the tile and slowly... very slowly spilling molasses all over the floor.]

--Aw man, it broke! Wait...

[She takes another look at the person who just burst into the kitchen, and squints. She's seeing things, right?]

Steven?

Ruby 2.0 | Supernatural

[braindead]

ＴＨＥ ＧＡＲＤＥＮ

[There had been pain, mindblowing pain pulling her back down from that sweet high of a job well done. She'd almost had Sam on board, too... But Dean just had to have perfect frickin' timing - that dickwad.

Sitting up, she lets her eyes adjust to the brightness of the sun before actually getting a solid look around.]

Well, this isn't Kansas.

[It's not exactly what she'd expected when being stabbed with her own knife. Granted, she wasn't expecting to be sent back to home sweet home considering the power of the weapon. But, she'd succeeded - Sam had killed Lilith and released Lucifer. Her job was done... Too bad she didn't get to reap the benefits.

That was something to worry about later, though. Once she actually figured out where she was. Ignoring the blood staining her shirt, she moves from the garden towards the large mansion. She needed info and she needed it now - needed to get her bearings...

And maybe some food. Dying is hungry work.]

ＴＨＥ ＫＩＴＣＨＥＮ

[She wasn't a fan of magic, usually, but the cabinets were awesome. Way better than the shit they'd come up with back when she'd actually been human. There's an assortment of foods around her, more on the junk side than actual healthy things. She also has a pamphlet she'd picked up from the entrance hall and a phone, knowledge is power right? And oh boy did the network have a cornucopia of information for her.

There may or may not also be fries in place of popcorn for her afternoon reading. If you ask nicely, she might share while chuckling over Dean having been a demon.]

ＣＨＯＯＳＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＯＷＮ ＡＤＶＥＮＴＵＲＥ

[Feel free to find her wandering around the mansion trying to map out where to avoid the place for herself and picking a room.]

Kitchen! >.>

[luckynumberthree]

[Simon wanders into the kitchen whistling some tune that may or may not be a country song (if it is, he's not telling), hands tucked in his pockets and the intent to scavenge for something in the cupboards while he's here before heading back upstairs to work. Spotting the unfamiliar young woman already perched there, he grins and pauses, eyeing the pile of food stacked up around her.]

Did you save any for the rest of us?

Jaime Lannister | A Song of Ice and Fire

[lionbrave]

[Even with events stirring things up, Jaime finds the stagnancy of Wonderland a little stifling at times. He knows that it's better than war, but even when there had been peace there had still been tournaments. Not that he'd be much good in those now. His left hand is strengthening every day, but he still has only a fraction of his former skill.

Fortunately, there's one thing he can still do, and though it doesn't give him quite the same thrill as combat, it is enough to keep him feeling a bit less tense. Riding horses.

He's set up a course a few jumps and other obstacles, and he's currently taking his horse through its paces. Later, he can also be found riding through the hills and around the grounds. It's liberating, even as he remains trapped in this strange world. And that's enough to make it worthwhile for him.]

[unsullies]

[ Jamie Lannister is not the only one riding today.

Off to his side, the blonde will eventually notice the horse and its owner. It isn't her silver (not that he would recognize it), not the horse her late husband had given her so many years ago. The steed is still beautiful, pure white and elegant in its mannerisms, just as its rider.

He may not know her, exactly, but being of a noble standard, Jamie will recognize the features. Silver hair, violet eyes. ]

I suppose you still had another hand when you killed my father?

[ Daenerys Targaryen. First of her name. Last of her name. ]

ᴡᴇɴᴅʏ ᴍᴏɪʀᴀ ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴀ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ | ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴ (2003)

[dobelieve]

[ The girl cannot be older than 12 years old and she is frowning.

a child doesn't frown much with no reason; grown-ups are the ones who seem to enjoy it more. if a child is frowning then the child has an ample reason to do so.

the girl is no different. she is wearing a white nightgown and is barefoot; she is also staring at the ground as if it has offended her.

If you pass her you might hear her whispering passionately to herself; ]

mermaids, fairies, pirates, adventures, christmas, hot chocolate with marshmallow -

[ and then, as if she only remembered - ]

silly girl! everyone knows it won't work unless -

[ reaching into her pocket for a little bag and emptying it onto her palm. the powder is glittering gold and she will throw it into the air, allow it to fall around her like fresh snow.


--- snow! ]

Snow days, no school, snow balls, snowmen, snow angels, cake with frosting -

[ and up she goes, into the air and above your heads, flying through the mansion like a little bird. stop her when you wish to speak ]

[unhand]

[What in hell there's a tiny child flying. Killian hasn't seen children fly like that for a while, and it gives him a slithery bad feeling as it reminds him of Neverland. Still, she's clearly not one of the Lost Boys, and even more clearly not Pan, so he simply watches her with a raised eyebrow, looking more amused than anything else.]

Where are you flying off to in such a hurry, lass?

Korra | Legend of Korra

[proavatar]

[This wasn't the vacation Korra had in mind when she had stepped into the Spirit World hand in hand with Asami. Really, she'd been looking for something a whole lot more romantic and a whole lot less insane. But maybe it was foolish of her to think she'd ever get something that nice. The Avatar's work is never done, after all.

She's outside meditating today, trying to use her connection to the Spirit World and the Earth to sense the shape of Wonderland, figure out how it's all connected. Mostly, it's just frustratingly unclear. But it was worth a try. She sighs and gets up. Well, at least her bending still works. She stretches, then starts going through a few basic motions for each element: swirling some water from the fountain out and around her head before sending it back in, then shifting her foot into a more solid position to raise a bonder and send it flying. She punches out too small blasts of flame before swirling her staff into a kite and taking off into the air.

Yep, she's still got this at least.]

[uptowngirl]

[ No, not the kind of vacation she'd planned at all. She hadn't known what to expect when they crossed the portal in to the Spirit World, but there's something lacking this place that feels a lot less...Spirity. Her experience with spirits is limited, but even the vines in Republic City have a life of their own. This is new, of course, but it's walls and stairs and things she can recognize.

And no Korra.

At least, when she initially woke up. It's after some wandering that she's lucky enough to happen upon the Avatar. She'd recognize her silhouette anywhere, especially when it's several yards above the ground. ]

Korra!

[ Asami calls out from a distance away, waving. ]

Garnet | Steven Universe

[mucholderthanyou]

[Garnet's a very good swimmer. So good that she'd been certain she could simply swim back to Beach City no problem. But clearly, given the fact that she's just washed back up onto shore down a life, she's miscalculated.

Whenever she is found, she is most likely stiff as a board, arms held tightly to her sides, face down and motionless in the sand.]

[brainmeme]

[Amethyst doesn't go to the beach very often. She's kind of too used to the beach back home for it to be any kind of novelty here. But she is feeling a little like she misses Beach City lately. She does like it there. So she's wandered out onto the beach, and starts playing in the sand.

Of course, when someone washes up, and that someone turns out to be Garnet, plans change. She nearly knocks down her poorly constructed sand castle in surprise.]

Garnet!? What are you... When did you get here?

Greg | Over the Garden Wall

[drummeintheface]

[Greg's first thought upon seeing just how BIG the mansion is is that he can totally get all the way to the top. Even without an elevator! Or taking breaks!

And he's mostly right. He only has to take about seven. Wait. Eight. Wait. Nine breaks! And then he isn't even just on the top floor, he's on the ROOF.

The ROOF.]

Benjamin Shmenjamin would be so excited if he were here.

[singloversing]

[Wirt is not often on the roof, which means that when he spots Greg it's because he happens to catch sight from the grounds of someone on the roof wearing a kettle on their head, and his stomach drops down to his feet. That is really high up.]

O-Oh my gosh. Greg?!

[Wait, no. Shouting from the ground is bad. So, he runs inside, taking the stairs two at a time until he's all the way up at top...at which point he has to stop and lean against the door and breathe. Wow, he's out of shape, or at least not cut out for running up ten flights of stairs.]

Gr-- [BREATHE.] Greg! What are you...why are you up here?!

[Couldn't he have turned up like, on the ground floor or something?]

Stan Pines | Gravity Falls | OTA

[charlastan]

[The novelty and shock of being tossed into another dimension wore off more than a week ago, and now Stan's just ticked off about it. He'd been this close to everything he'd ever worked for, only to get dragged away to some dumb world based on some dumb kids' book that he literally could not care any less about if he tried.

But on the upside, he's pretty sure he knows how to cross dimensions now. If he can get that method up and running in Wonderland, then he's golden. But, he needs some things to get that going, but apparently Wonderland knows a guy - or rather, several creepy masked fellows out back.

Which brings him out to the vendors, who are not even remotely the shadiest people he's ever dealt with. Unfortunately, he's learning the hard way that they're a bunch of cheapskates. He bangs a fist on the booth.]

Oh come on! This is genuine, authentic imitation gold here! It's gotta be worth somethin' to you clowns, right? [He dangles a watch in front of them and they are unimpressed. They want memories, and it's the dumbest currency Stan's ever heard of in his life. He scoffs.] Like I'd ever let you bozos near my head. Nice try though - A for effort, from one completely honest salesman to another.

[As he's chatting them up and winking not even a little bit of it is genuine, and it's mostly just to distract them while he tries to palm something, anything off the booth out of pure spite. But as soon as the artifact touches his palm it vanishes, which startles him for a second. Then he scowls, kicks the table over, and marches away in anger, muttering about "gosh-darn masked crooks" and how he'll rob 'em blind.]

[brainmeme]

[Amethyst watches him the whole time, eating chips like they're popcorn. He's hilarious, all yelly and freaking out and everything. When he actually kicks the table over in anger, she can't help but laugh, trying to stifle it by biting her lip.

She follows him as he walks away, catching up to him and matching his pace.]

What're you trying to barter for? Can't be that important if you're not even gonna give up a memory for it.

Angela (Aldrif Odinsdottir) - Marvel 616

[hevenly]

[ This would not do. Angela had a mission to attend to. She had ten realms to save. And she was fairly sure this place was not one of them.

She stalks across the grounds, trying to find the reason she's come (or an enemy to fight, whichever comes first). She cuts an imposing figure, all seven feet of her, scantily clad in shining metal armor, with a giant sword at her hip. Her face screams 'don't mess with me.'

So obviously you should mess with her. ]

[hashtagging]

Hey there, sis!

[ Have a cheerful wave from a godling who may or may not be messing with you. ]

It seems this place has a fondness for interesting characters.

Ganke Lee - Marvel 1610

[ganked]

1.

[ This was not New York City. It wasn't even crazy, flooded by mutants New York City. It was a mansion. With, like, a forest and weird patterned hills next to it. And here Ganke is, and all he can think is, his mom is gonna be pissed. He wanders, trying to find Miles or some other superhero, or anything that looks familiar.

Eventually he stumbles upon a room with someone in it. A dining room or something fancy like that. He knocks on the door frame, even though he's already in the room. ]

Uh, hi. You wouldn't know how to get to Brooklyn from here, would you?


2.

[ Okay, by far the best part of this Wonderland place is the closets that give you anything you want. So of course, Ganke asked for Legos. Lots of Legos. All the limited edition sets he could never get at home.

Only problem is, he doesn't know what to do with them once he's put them together, and the novelty of having as many Legos as you want wears off when your room is now full of Legos that you keep stepping on. ]

yo does anyone want a lego set or... four? i asked for too many

1. | GANKE!!

[minimoff]

Man, I wish I knew. Unfortunately, it seems like nobody gets to go home until freaky mansion place wants us to.

[ Tommy is in a chair with three uneaten plates of food on one side of him and four that have obviously been wiped clean on the other. At least he swallowed before he started talking, though he's going to just take another big bite now. ]

charles gunn | angel the series

[twentyontheleft]

[ he sure is super times duper annoyed, but gunn wasted no time upon arrival with that questioning and worrying nonsense. he made his way into that damn mansion and started stalking through the halls, but he is not being as stealthy as he could be. look, the guy's rusty and didn't even get to finish his coffee, ok? ]

Damn portals. [ insert head shake and a huff here. ] S'posed to be guard duty. Guarding, period.

[ he rounds the corner of a hall after giving a quick look and stalks away from the bustle of what sounds like dining room noise. ] Trying to suck me in-- and this doesn't even look like Quor-toth.

Either that or somebody owes me a damn explanation cause this is not the kind of place that makes a kid into the Destroyer. This the type of place turns a kid into a Dudebro.

[ oh shit close call let him duck into a room. maybe it's your room? and when he turns around to figure out where he ended up and see you, gunn looks a little bit sheepish. ]

Oh-- sorry! Heh. Uhh I'm just-- [ shifting that semi automatic weapon behind his back and very inadequately hiding it from view? ] --looking for the john?

( ooc | even though it's set up for a walk-in, feel free to interrupt his griping in the halls! :3 )

mid-griping

[alikeness]

[ did someone say QUOR-TOTH ]

It's not Quor-toth. [ there, one skulking connor popping out of the shadows for you, gunn. full of mind-blowing revelations too. ] Nothing about it smells or looks the same.

[ then his brow wrinkles in a very angel-esque way ] --And what's a dudebro?

anna | frozen

[fregne]

[ For the first time in forever, Anna is in unfamiliar surroundings. After their parents' deaths, traveling... hadn't lost its luster, exactly, but the two royal daughters had taken to letting their advisers and tradesmen make the trips to other countries. The gates, of course, kept them within the four walls of the castle and she'd memorized each little inch (and from multiple angles, as some of her time had been spent lying upside-down). Even when she'd left to retrieve her sister after Elsa's coronation, Anna had felt perfectly at home in the mountains surrounding Arendelle, had been impressed with the ice palace, but it had been Elsa's, so it was strangely familiar. Like visiting a vacation home if people made such places out of ice and on top of dangerous mountains. ]

Oof! [ She doesn't recognize her surroundings, no, but it doesn't bother her. In fact, the redhead seems perfectly at ease, save for the fact that her shoes are not surviving well in the thick sands of the beach. Wrinkling her nose, the princess gathers herself up and yanks, successfully removing one foot from the clutches of the shifting grains.

Now, the other! It's a nice dream, one especially vivid and exciting and all, but still frustrating. Why couldn't she have gone on her slumbering adventure with some good shoes fit for exploring? ]

Unless it isn't a dream. [ Anna looks up suddenly, blinking, mid-trying to remove herself entirely from the beach and its clutches. ] What if it's real? What if-- Ooh. Hey! If I've been kidnapped, then I'd really appreciate some information, because I will absolutely not allow for this, and... I will get you. Really. As soon as I, um... figure this out, you'll be sorry that you ever did whatever it is you've done.

[glazes]

[ anna is talking to herself again.

it's a habit that elsa can understand. living in the castle secluded from the whole world could get anyone to speak to themselves. even elsa, at times of nervousness, would try to talk herself down from whatever anxiety that had seized her and refused to let go.

but anna talks a lot at people and so she talks a lot to herself as well, it's something so distinctly anna that elsa cannot help but finding it entirely endearing.

especially when she just hears it out of the blue. for a moment, she thinks the memories of her sister and missing her had taken hold on her mind but then. ]

Anna!

[ elsa runs in her heels down the stand, not minding at all that she probably looks a little ridiculous and not at all regal. ]

Are you ok?

[ and she throws her arms around her and just holds her for a moment before drawing back to look at her ]

your - shoes are full of sand.

connor | angel

[alikeness]

[ during the ain't that too many pups in one place event where connor's been in wonderland for some time already ]

[ drab colors is something connor's used to. you have to be, after living in the gritty side of los angeles. piles and piles of puppies? not so much. and as much as connor would like to believe that he's Tough, he still finds himself swarmed by puppies immune to his somewhat intimidating glares ]

[ he made himself a pb&j, teenager essentials, but the puppy closest to him is sniffing that peanut butter jar and then sticks its entire body inside -- ]

Hey -- no, get out of there! [ VIGOROUSLY SHAKES THE JAR AND THE PUPPY FALLS OUT ] I don't even know if you guys can eat this.

[ it doesn't matter, the puppies have nothing else to do other than chew on connor's shoes and try to make off with the peanut butter jar. Connor leaps to his feat, accidentally steps on a puppy tail, trips, catches himself in time only to fall against the refrigerator whose door he grabs. Then the refrigerator pops open, so even more puppies appear in a swarm of glory, effectively bowling Connor over and drowning him in the cascade. which is kind of dramatic since all he has to do is get UP, but it's hard when dalamations are on top of your head tbh. a little help? ]

[vampdetective]

[The puppies have been around long enough that Angel should probably expect to be greeted by another fuzzy tide when he enters the kitchen, but it manages to take him by surprise all the same-- he sighs heavily, ruffling his hair as he rubs at the back of his neck. He'd intended to be in and out as quickly as possible-- people around here tended to be put off by the sight of someone drinking blood where they usually prepared their meals, but in his defense, he had to eat sometime.

Puppies, however, were going to make being efficient about it just a little more difficult, though that paled in comparison to the tough time the person they'd quite literally dogpiled seemed to be having.]

Hey, you okay? Here, let me see if I can--

[He gets close enough to start carefully removing puppies from the pile and setting them aside, but the scent hits him when he's halfway through lifting the first, and he freezes in place.]

Connor?

[No way. Here, now? But even with a dalmatian on his head, Angel would know that scent anywhere.]

Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[magisterium]

[Panic had never suited him. There was little to be gained from losing one's head; Dorian's arrival in Wonderland had been handled with as much grace and dignity as he could possibly muster, which he felt was particularly impressive given the fact that he'd tumbled almost headfirst into the fountain while turning to investigate some noise behind him, staff at the ready, so certain a rift was going to tear through the Veil with no Inquisitor to aid him.

He could admit that he'd overreacted-- rather dramatically, at that. Of course, that was how he tended to do most things, if he could help it.

He'd managed to dry himself out well enough, having regained his composure and stolen a look at himself in one of the mansion's many mirrors to make sure he was reasonably presentable before venturing forward. Careful exploration seemed to be the best course of action, and it went without incident until he reached the second floor.]

Very curious.

[Nothing about this place was like anything he'd seen in Tevinter or the southern lands, but the air was thick with magic-- that much was certain, even if he had come to realize that he couldn't feel his connection with the Fade quite so strongly here. That was the only thing that kept him from being certain this was some corner of the Fade itself, and even then, there was no telling, even for a mage.

He stops outside of a particularly impressive set of doors on the second floor, frowning to himself as he lays a hand against the wood for a moment before pushing one of them open to let himself through. They had stood out from the other doors that lined the corridor, and given that generally would have meant he'd potentially stumbled upon some place of import, he reaches for his staff with his free hand, prepared for whatever might be waiting to meet him beyond--

But all that's there to meet him are books. Books as far as the eye can see, and he smiles to himself as he loosens his grip, relaxing as he ventures further into the library.]

Well, well. This certainly puts Skyhold's collection to shame-- not that it would take much.

[The Chantry's donations to the library there had been severely lacking, in his opinion-- and incredibly dull. He makes his way to the nearest shelf, skimming over the titles shown on the spines as he walks along the length of the aisle.]

Wherever this is, the master of the house certainly has good taste.

[luckynumberthree]

[The library isn't usually a place Simon typically hangs out, but he's actually avoiding someone at the moment, so the last place they'd look for him is actually the best place he could possibly be. It's usually pretty quiet here, so hearing an unfamiliar voice talking to himself is enough to have Simon's head poking out from one of the deeper shelves, graphic novel dangling from one hand as he looks around to locate the source.

Spotting the strangely dressed man wandering in his general direction, he breaks into an easy grin.]

If we ever find out who that is, exactly, I'll be sure to relay your compliments to them.

Inquisitor Trevelyan | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[outofthebreach]

[ It's not exactly the first time Brennan's woken up with absolutely no idea where he is, and while he is surrounded by an overwhelming amount of green, his luck must be improving as neither it nor an approaching horde of demons appear to compromise his capacity for living.

Hey, that's always a plus.

There's no sign of Corypheus, no sign of any of his companions - well, technically, all he sees are walls of green stretching out in either direction at the moment and a bright blue sky overhead. With no Breach in sight. Huh. Well that's... confusing as anything he's seen yet. Is that good news or worse news?

When the shrubbery surrounding him offers him no immediate nor helpful answer, his hand falls to the sword at his side, unsheathing it in preparation as he starts through the strange maze, looking for an exit. Or a familiar face. Or a helpful sign pointing the way towards the nearest tavern, that would be plenty useful right about now, because he's really tired of stumbling into strange places with no rhyme or reason or explanation. It's not a trend he ever wanted to encourage. At least there's no shackles this time and an irate Seeker looming over him.

When ten minutes of turning left and right see him right back where he started, what little patience he'd started with fizzles out into a wordless snarl of frustration. That's it. He's had enough games for one day.

Which is why, Wonderland, your first introduction to the Inquisitor, the blessed Herald of Andraste, is probably that of a crazed man in armor hacking his way out of hedge with a sword in one hand, the other hand curled in a fist as he emphatically curses the shrubbery and might be glowing with a strange, eerie shade of green.]

Good job, Brennan.

[magisterium]

[It's incredibly convenient, really, that Dorian happens to be in the vicinity as Brennan makes his daring escape-- making his own way through the hedge maze and turning the corner just in time to see to see his blade pierce through one of its walls, followed by a determined fist.

He stops short of putting himself close enough to be unfortunately caught by the next swing of the blade, clearing his throat instead.]

If you'll stand back, I might be able to do something about that hedge for you.

[The green glow peeking over the top of the wall is a dead giveaway, Inquisitor.]

Clint Barton | Marvel Cinematic Universe

[bowsbeforehoes]

[Ha ha, very funny guys. Put the kid from Iowa into a fancy place like this and watch him make a fool of himself.

He's half expecting Stark or Tasha to jump out at him and shout SURPRISE at him or something, followed by Thor dramatically showing up with some ridiculous way to get out of here or Stark hitting some button on his suit and a new Quinjet uncloaking somewhere behind him.

It'll happen, just give it time.]

Ha ha, very funny guys, joke's on Barton. I give up, it's a good one, we can all have a good laugh back at home.

[The moments tick on like hours, and a quick glance around shows he's alone and no one's jumping out and laughing at him.] Son of a bitch...

[luckynumberthree]

Hey. No dissing some unfortunate fool's mother.

[ Simon's wandering down the hall from the bar, dressed down casually in jeans and a tshirt for the day and eyeing the getup the stranger's currently sporting with an inquisitive look. The Brit arches an eyebrow, curiosity piqued as he gives him an intent once-over. ]

You lost, mate?

cloud strife | ffvii (& compilation)

[nibelheims]

gardens ;

[ when sephiroth had pierced his body with the long, lean blade of the masamune, cloud had felt the shock, the pain— but most importantly, the defeat. afterwards was something of a mess, the greys and silvers of the abandoned concrete jungle surrounding them had blurred together, with cloud bleeding out slowly but surely over the dirty surface of one such crumbling building. body broken, failing him, he’d been fallen and unable to stand. it’s there that he’d thought of them, knowing this was it, he was losing. he was going to die.

aerith—

zack—

blue eyes close for just some seconds, yet it’s all it takes for cloud to find himself in the middle of neatly trimmed grass. his surroundings have shifted in mere seconds, turning from thundering death into something organic, and dully he notes the pain is gone as well, the wound, leaving behind only stained clothes and equally stained earth from where he’s landed.

no curing spell could work so efficiently, no materia was strong enough. ]

What… is this place?

[ voice hoarse, quiet, he’s slow in finding his strength, slow in gaining his footing. no matter what he’d expected, the lifestream appearing as a garden isn’t all too surprising, though cloud would have imagined a slightly simpler one. yet something tells him this isn't the place he should have ended up in. ]

[platinumfist]

[ The rain had finally stopped, and Tifa had returned to the small apartment above 7th Heaven left to wonder who would share the space with her now. Barret had entrusted her to watch over Marlene, but with Geostigma cured he may decide he can finally settle down with her. There's still Denzel, of course, and Cloud...

Well, who can ever say with Cloud?

Her last memory is of settling down into bed after the long day, thoughts already racing through her head of all the recovery efforts that will need to be put in after Bahamut's attack.

But when she wakes up, she's nowhere she recognizes. In fact, she isn't even laying down anymore, instead seated on a bench in a garden full of lush flowers. Tifa stands up abruptly and spins around in a few quick circles, breath catching in her throat. How did this happen? Is she dreaming? It doesn't feel like a dream, but sometimes they don't... she's had enough out-of-body experiences to know that.

There's a few seconds of confused uncertainty before a voice breaks through, coming from somewhere to her left. ] Cloud? [ She raises her own voice so that he'll hear her and starts in that direction, but she's got her hands clenched into fists all the same. She may not have a good pair of gloves on her, but she can fight barehanded too, if she has to. This is all strange enough that the voice she heard could be some trick meant to lure her in, and she's braced for that. ]

Yitzhak | Hedwig and the Angry Inch | OTA

[silentnacht]

[ The last thing he remembered, upon waking up, was the haze of panic as he and Hedwig fought on stage, in the middle of a concert, as his head swam with Jack Daniels. He thought, with his back against the wall in an empty hall and his head pounding, that he had passed out. That maybe Jacek or Krystophff had dragged him off stage and to a quiet, neutral space while Skszp chased Hedwig down, or worse, saw to a ten dollars a ticket refund for the handful of people giving them a moment's attention. He's still drunk, he knows it. How long was he unconscious for? Where was everybody and why was there a dead silence around him?

It sent a chill down his spine still clammy from stage sweats.

Pulling himself up off the ground, he went wandering, trying to open doors and find his band-mates or anyone at all, only to find doors locked, the hall extending endlessly. With each door he tried his temper rose, until he was cursing and slamming on one, then the other, to no avail. He shuffled through his coat for his pay as you go piece of crap cellphone, only to find something else entirely. It wasn't his phone, but it was close. It was something. He fussed over it, trying to make a call, until all he could do was make a network post. ]

Hello? Where the hell am I? Hello? This is not funny, Jacek.

[ His slavic accent, it seems, gets thicker with frustration.

Not long after his attempt at networking, after he's found out exactly what's going on, the sulking rocker can be found drinking in the bar, pouring whisky down with the hopes that he'll be drunk enough to vomit and wake up. ]

benny lafitte | supernatural

[exvampirate]

[ When Benny comes to he's in a lounge chair. He's in a lounge chair and he's bleeding something awful. He doesn't recognize the surroundings, but this has gotta be some new and fucked up version of Purgatory. Purgatory don't have swimming pools and it sure as shit don't have lounge chairs. It's got monsters, monsters and a fuck ton of trees. Trees for miles. It ain't a pretty place and it certainly ain't a place he wants to go back to. Wherever he is right now--it's not Purgatory. He's somewhere else.

His clothes are torn and he's got blood dripping out of the holes. Wounds from vampire bites and tearing litter his body right now, but he's still standing. He's hungry and he knows if he don't get food in him it's gonna get real ugly. He can hear the heartbeats the litter this mansion. They could wind up becoming dinner if he ain't extra careful. He don't want a body count following him around. It's best if he keeps his head down and his walk a little faster.

He makes his way out of the swimming pool area and to the kitchen. Though he ain't even sure where he's going. He's just walking. Trying to find his way out of this damn place. There's a slight limp to his walk and he's clutching his stomach as he moves. He don't look right, but that's probably just the blood. The blood and the fact that Benny can feel his hands shaking. Desperate to get himself a meal and heal up. Getting almost torn apart by pissed off vampires ain't his kinda rodeo. ]

better late than never right? maybe?

[lightgunhustler]

[Jo's had a lot of time to get used to familiar faces coming and going time and time again. Sometimes, they're faces she'd rather not see, people she wishes had stayed back home where they belonged, but some--

Some were friends, people she welcomed back to Wonderland with open arms. She'd seen a lot of people leave and then resurface with different memories, but it's been a long time since she's seen someone come back looking as rough as Benny does when she rounds the corner to head into the kitchen.]

Benny--?

[Long time, no see. While most vampires didn't rank as friends, Dean had vouched for Benny, and however strained things were between her and Dean Winchester right now, his vote still counted for something.]

Holy shit, what happened to you?

[Also, hi.]

morrigan | dragon age

[altarwolf]

1.

[There's only one first course of action when in a completely unfamiliar place, and that is to observe. The same goes for when you have no recollection of coming to this unfamiliar place. It may be that observation is even more important, then. This is a basic rule of survival, whether in the wild or in what many call the "civilized" world.

That's what the raven perched near the front door of the mansion is doing. Observing. It takes in the comings and goings of the people, overhears their conversations.

It is learning of this place. Not very quickly, but it is patient.]

2.

[Still unsatisfied with what she has learned, Morrigan seeks out the library. What she's quickly finding, however, is that the information she seeks is harder to find than an easy perusal of the library's contents can provide. She's been looking for hours, now, and has still yet to find a single piece of valuable information. For all its tomes, the library is proving to be quite unhelpful.

She removes a very large book from its shelf and flips it open, thumbing through the pages for a few seconds before letting out a heavy breath through her nose and tossing the offending book on the floor.

But she's nothing if not determined. She will find something useful before the day is done, whether it be what she seeks or not.]

[magisterium]

[Morrigan isn't the only new arrival to find themselves taken by the library. Dorian had been drawn to it like a moth to the flame; it was infinitely larger than the collection Skyhold had managed to piece together between salvage and donations, and the ever-changing nature of this place meant that he could spend days on end among the stacks and not even begin to make a dent-- which was, consequently, exactly what he'd done.

He looks up from his book when he hears someone moving a few aisles down, frowning when he hears the unfortunate sound of a volume hitting the floor. That simply will not do, but when he goes to investigate, the surprise of seeing a familiar face is enough to keep him from lecturing-- right away, in any case.]

Morrigan? And here I thought we'd seen the last of you for awhile.

Prince Charming | Fables

[amorosity]

Ladies. (Or anybody who wants to be hit on.)

[Maybe you're walking down the hall on your way to your room, the diner, the library; maybe you're taking a stroll in the gardens, or along the beach, it doesn't matter much because there he is.

The biggest douche in the universe. Turning the charm up to eleven, or thirty three or seven thousand, five hundred and sixty eight, whatever it takes, there Prince Charming is. He has to get answers somehow, right? So there he is, kind of sticking out like a sore thumb in a tuxedo, with a disarming smile on his incredibly, almost (specifically, actually) fairy tale-esque attractive face.]

Well, hello. I don't suppose someone as beautiful as you might be willing to help me out?

[Okay, so it's not his best work but he went from a wedding to Wonderland, cut him some slack.]

Event throwback.

[Everybody remembers the time Castiel made everything awful and ate a ton of burgers on the network, right? Because that's what came back this time.

Except instead of burgers, Charming found himself an empty room, opened the closet and just let an endless pile of money and jewels and other assorted treasures pour out.

So he could roll around in them.

Because you can't get sex from a closet and this is funnier.

You've just stumbled upon said man rolling around in treasure. What do you do.]

event

[onevice]

[ Somehow, she hasn't seen him. Despite her determined watchfulness of the mansion and its residents, both on and off the network, she hasn't noticed. Not until this day, when Snow White is walking down the hallway, deep in thought, does she realize that her ex-husband is here.

He's here and he's more or less making love to a pile of treasure and she isn't at all surprised, except she is. Snow comes to a grinding halt outside of the door, device and a series of books in hand.

A little voice in her head tells her not to look, that it isn't worth it. That her peripheral vision is lying to her. Despite herself, the princess turns slowly, very slowly, eyes creeping toward the open doorway, and... ]

Charming? [ Oh, lord. They aren't at odds, exactly, not in the way they used to be, not since he'd actually had to suffer under the burden of the job he'd thought he wanted, since he had to put up with Beauty and Beast all day, but... well, he did cheat on her with her sister.

So Snow just stands over the threshold, forever judgmental. ]