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001; accidental video + action (1/17)

[Malia shows up in the light of day; the gardens she's near being a peaceful polar opposite to the thrumming party she's come from. No fall of night, no crackling of fire, no smoke, no music, no dancing, no alcohol, and no Scott right in her face trying to tell her that were~~wolves~~coyotes can't get drunk.

Which he must've been wrong about -- up until she realizes, standing there, that he must be right. Because she was drunk (and not really into it) only moments before. Looking around then though, she's achingly aware of how clear her senses are.

Spotting a huge building only makes her run away from it, in the direction of a fence that she, for some reason, can't reach. So, she's dreaming. Has to be. That's what's going through her mind when she's suddenly transported away from her path and...at a door to that building.

There's quiet cursing to herself about what the hell just happened before she frowns at the door. As if she's going in there. She's already sensing that there's something off about it, and she doesn't care if that's just her imagination.

Then, she spots a piece of technology that looks like it could be a phone. Maybe. She snatches it up out of the grass and flips it over in her hands, pressing buttons on it after only a second or two of attempting to figure out how it works. Patience, what's that? It's rather solid and too real to be an item in a dream. That realization serves to confuse her all the more. It starts to record with her staying put, voice heavily agitated. She's unwittingly broadcasting video, which is a flurry of unfocused seconds and colors, albeit sunlight perhaps being evident.]

What the hell's goin' on, and who's freaking...phone, or whatever, is this?

[She doesn't know that it's recording video, or anything, for that matter. So polite. Such good first impression. Much joy. Wow.

She clutches tightly onto the device, turning it over and causing her face to be on display. Brow furrowing deeply, frown etched onto her lips as she sees that it's doing...something? Jaw tight before her mouth opens and her teeth show, fangs peeking out in a little snarl with brown eyes flashing electric blue, she looks away and calls something out.]

If this is something you did, you know I'm not in the mood for it, Stiles.

[A long pause, soft huff leaving her.]

Someone come out or wake me the hell up! Now!

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Hate to break it to you, but this isn't a prank or a dream.

[No way in hell he would ever be that creative, and nobody he knew was this obsessed with fairy tales. Dean's been avoiding breaking the bad news to someone since he showed up, but right now he doesn't have anything better to do. Since her reaction is about the same as his was, he figures they can shoot from the hip about this.]

[She replies after a couple of minutes of waiting for Stiles to get over his stupid sense of humor and show up or something, then another minute of growling over impatience at getting the damn thing to like work right...

...and her overall attitude is quite the same, though now her annoyance is directed at the guy on the other end.]

Then what the hell is it? I didn't exactly walk here, so none of this is making any sense.

There's supposed to be a guide or something... [Dean sounds pretty unimpressed with the whole conversation. It's not like he gave the guides any time of day when he showed up so he didn't even bother keeping track of them.] but I'll just give you the same intel I got when I showed up. The queen brought you here because the last thing we all needed was to get involved in her regime issues. The mirrors are five shades of crazy, and the locals aren't much help. Most of who you'll talk to on the phone are in the same hostage situation you're in.

[So much staring once he mentions a guide. It's weird to bring up but she expects that he'd point her somewhat in the direction of the supposed document. Granted, she may rip it up if she finds one...if they're even in paper form.

Then he's giving her word of mouth info, and she's hooked to listening. Sure she doesn't know him, but his voice has a tone of putting up with no shit that she can appreciate and relate to.]

A queen? [She will kick this 'queen's' ass, she swears, and her tone says so.]

I haven't seen any mirrors. Are they... [a glance away and over to the mansion that isn't in view, but the outside around where she stands sort of is] -- inside?

And you're a hostage? How'd you get here?

[Testing the story he'll tell seems like a good idea, to confirm he's not lying.]

The same way you did. I woke up here and the joke was on me.

[It's not like this place has a lot of land surrounding it. Enough to keep things interesting, but most things worth doing were mansion bound.]

Anything you need as far as provisions go can be found behind all the woodwork, and the rest of us're shacked up in the same place- where every room has a goddamn mirror.

I didn't wake up here. I was awake, at a party and...showed up. [She realizes that difference may be neither here nor there, giving an inward, imploring look.]

Shacked up? So you been here long enough to...what? Not find a way out? [That's what it sounds like he's implying. The mirrors aren't a huge concern, even if they may be later. Once she actually sees one.] There's always a way.

Maybe everyone here just sucks at navigating.

[Says the girl who was recently transported, magically (for all intents and purposes), from one spot to another. Okay, Malia. Be more snarky.]

Navigating where? Have you made it to the outskirts?

[The island was a whole lot of nothing. Maybe if Dean had just shown up at a party he might have taken the whole thing better, but that didn't matter right now. He was stuck here with people well versed in escape plans and thorough investigation.]

There are people who have been here for years. They've tried. I'm not saying to just accept it, but as far as I can tell actually getting out of here is gonna take a helluva lot more than knowing the lay of the land.

Back home. To Beacon Hills. [She says it in a rush, but doesn't regret it because maybe he's heard of the town.] And I tried running toward a fence but it...I couldn't. [She frowns. So frustrating.] Have you? Made it to the outskirts?

[The longer he speaks, the more deeply set her frown becomes.]

Okay.

You got any idea how many people are here? If there's more than two of us who aren't willing to accept that there isn't a way, then that makes us a step ahead.

[Oh the hope and attempted logic.]

There's more than two. I can tell you that much. Actual ratios, that's a little more difficult. Better to go to one of the poindexters if you want statistics.

[ She nods, approval writing onto her features for a few seconds. She's the one who asked for numbers, although the word 'ratio' sounds an awful lot like math. It makes her frown a tiny bit. Thankfully, she's heard that uncommon noun before. ]

Who're they? Where are they?

You could start with my brother Sam and work your way over to the library. I can't promise anyone will find you a way out but at least you'll have more intel under your belt.

Your brother's here too? [ A hard stare, lips parted. She glances away, back at the mansion. ] Yeah. Intel. So -- the library's inside? There's...alotta floors. Which one's it on?

I can meet you out front, sounds like you might need a guided tour.

[For once, this has nothing to do with her looks or the fact that she's a knockout. Right now it's all about calming her nerves, he can tell she's pacing the cage and the best thing is for her not to feel alone. That's the gist. He can talk about his brother later, that's a topic he'll avoid until it's necessary.]

[ His analysis of her state of mind is spot-on, and it's fortunate for her that he offers what he does. Malia gives a sharp nod. ] Yeah, if you could. I'd appreciate it.

[ Staying put, that's her plan and leaving the video still rolling, she adds -- ] I'm not goin' anywhere. I'll be right here.

[It doesn't take him very long to hustle down to the front entrance of the building they all call home. Seeing her face to face was something else, he almost forgot what it looked like after a first impression of the place. She was gonna need a lot more than the guided tour he had to offer.] Hey.

[Rebekah isn't the most active member on the network, but she gets bored sometimes.]

It's your device, we each get one when we first arrive.

[Answers are undeniably nice but Malia wants to be back home, not learn more about wherever she is. The lack of a remotely pleased disposition, still so very strong.]

I found it in on the ground. That doesn't make it mine.

[Finders keepers?

Being annoyed can't eliminate the fact that she's also curious, and she gives a glance slightly down, at the device.]

What's it supposed to be? A phone?

Everyone finds one when they first arrive. They work like modern phones, yes. People use it to communicate with the network as a whole, like you are now, and private messaging as well.

[It becomes useful considering how events like to separate people at times.]

You may not care about it much now but over time you're bound to realize it's useful, if nothing else.

I didn't mean to communicate with anyone.

[Button-smashing usually never pans out all that well, but impulsiveness took over. Maybe it's good that it did this time. Maybe she needs answers more than she wants to admit.]

You say that like you don't think there's a way outta here.

Not a voluntary one, at least. People do leave sometimes, and they don't always come back after they do. Though sometimes they come back without their memories of having been here before. This place has a will of it's own, you'll learn that soon enough.

[It's all too unsound for her liking (do kidnappers ever care about what their captives like, though? The burning question.)]

You've seen that happen to someone. [She wouldn't say it otherwise, right?]

And who are you? You get brought here without any warning too?

Not exactly, but I've been told I was here before, and I don't remember it.

[Which was unnerving when people came up to her exposing they knew she was a vampire right away. ]

Rebekah Mikaelson. And yes, I was. As was two of my siblings.

And no one has been able to tell you why you showed up here again, I bet?

[ What a severe invasion of someone's utter being.

She inhales through her nose and nods at the name, eyebrows rising upon hearing that Rebekah's family showed up sometime too. ]

Rebekah. [ Just to repeat. ] Seriously? That many people from the space spot. [ That her family's been brought there too puts an idea in her head. ] You ever hear of anyone from a place called Beacon Hills being here?

Nobody. But it happens all the time.

[It's disturbing, to say the least, to think this place has control over beings as powerful as herself and her siblings. It shakes her, at the best of times.]

Mystic Falls and New Orleans are popular places, apparently. [At the question she shakes her head.]

I have not.

[ All of this is unsettling, but that's enough to cause Malia to take a look inward, eyes cast down for a second. ]

Like with me. [ She lightly scoffs.

Then, takes in the names of those two places. One, she thinks everyone has heard of. The other, not so much. She nods faintly with the clarification that nope, Beacon Hills hasn't fallen on Rebekah's radar. She sighs. ]

I think it's better you haven't. No one else should have to be brought here. You're from one of those places? New Orleans or...Mystic Falls? [ Did she get that right? ] Where's that?

[ .......was that a growl?? ]

You're not asleep, sorry. Also, you're on video.

[ sorry again? ]

[She probably won't do it again, since she reserves that for people she actually knows. At least in casual conversation.

Her jaw's set tight, brows even tighter together.]

How does this even work? Are we on the internet or something?

[SIGH]

You're sure about that? That someone isn't dreaming?

[~OooOoo, the mystery~]

I-- [ oh my god what is happening ] --it's magic?

[ bonnie doesn't sound as sure about that as she probably should. this is like ... cranky caroline so far. she can do this. what does caroline want??? to get to the point. ok. ]

You're in Wonderland. It's another universe.

[That makes her face twist up into disbelief that looks a lot like offense.]

What? Like -- literally?

[...or maybe it's a figure of speech or a type of magic that the nice girl on the other end of the video can't fully define.

That makes her scoff, head shaking suddenly. Not quite stopping either, not until she grits her teeth to make it.]

That's a joke, right? 'Cause Wonderland isn't real. It's part of a fake story.

Not a joke, sorry.

[ but on the note of stories, bonnie's eyebrows raise with something akin to hope? ]

This might sound ridiculous, but: Do you read comics at all?

[A huge sigh: if not a joke then what, seriously?!

Malia frowns faintly with the minute shift in expression, then shakes her head.]

Not really. I mean, sorta. I had a... [Stiles] friend who had some and picked some of 'em up a few times. Why?

Well, a lot of things that should be impossible happen in Wonderland. You'll meet people from different worlds-- like, they might just be in a comic in your world, but they're real.

[ describing stories come to life: welcome to wonderland, a poor exposition by bonnie bennett. oh wait she thought of one that might be more relatable-- ]

Like people from Harry Potter.

[ Her brows furrow at that idea, and she looks away from the camera, down, as she tries to process.

She hasn't paid attention to an entire Harry Potter movie, or read a line from any of the books, but it's still a reference she recognizes. It brings her attention back up, eyebrows popping. Until they scrunch back together a little. ]

You've met 'em before? I don't really know the characters, but I heard about it before.

Are you from a world like that? [ Well what an awkward question. ]

[ woof, ok. rocky territory. bonnie clears her throat, and her head bobs back and forth as she considers that-- she knows plenty of fictional people, but that's not necessarily a productive thought to follow. ]

Possibly? I mean, there's magic in my world-- which most people think is impossible...

[At some point, maybe - hopefully - Malia will figure out that not only is she broadcasting, but that she can use her device to talk to the other residents of Wonderland.

Wen she does, she'll discover this reply waiting for her.]

Not even death threats have gotten me out of this hell. Sorry.

[And she is sorry, despite what sounded like a very flippant response.]

[ Grudgingly, she's learned both. She's also taken her first wary steps around the first floor of the mansion. Unsettling is one word for it.

She listens to that reply, thinking she has a solid enough grasp on how to answer back. She's still exasperated, but she takes the tone she hears, the expression and responds to it accordingly. Picking up on the core of the statements rather than their flippancy. She's flip with people all the time -- why would she care if someone is with her? ]

Maybe we gotta make them to the right person? I hear there's a queen. [ For someone latching onto that death threat idea, she looks entirely too hopeful. ] Maybe her?

[At yet as somebody latching onto a death threat idea, Malia just got a whole lot more interesting to Rose.]

Easier said than done. [Sitting up and paying more attention to her feed.] She keeps her ass firmly set up on the mirror side with an army of evil twins.

[ She takes everything so literally, and yet, who makes death threats lightly? Certain sarcastic teenage boys, but she isn't getting a Stiles personality vibe from this other girl. Which, is, yes, how she determines if someone's being sarcastic or not: referring to past conversations. ]

Can we get there? The mirror side? [ Obviously she has no idea, being brand new. Her eyes are wider with hope. Someone discourage her immediately. ]

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