005; video

Oct. 3rd, 2014 10:56 am
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I have a question for everyone here.

[Armin picks a book up off his desk, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll, and shows it to the camera.]

It's about this book.

A long time ago, when I was wondering about the origins of Wonderland, someone referred me to this book. Since then, I've read it several dozen times, and I've gotten a handle on all the different characters and their counterparts here in our Wonderland. But I still have trouble gathering anything useful from it... To me, it's just a bunch of nonsense.

This book does not exist in my world, but I know it exists in others. So many people come into Wonderland with prior knowledge of the setting. So I'd like to ask them-- or anyone else that's read the book-- what is it about? Is there anything in there that we could use that I'm not catching? For example, is it written in code, or does it have some sort of underlying meaning?

I'd appreciate any feedback you can offer. It would help me out a lot.

[Some time later, he adds as an edit:]

I've come across a few new questions-- Why is this Wonderland so much like the book, but not exactly the same? What came first, Wonderland or the book? If the book did, how did it influence this Wonderland? And why does it only exist in certain worlds?
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[Hello, Wonderland.

This is an unfeasibly large gun.

In fact, that's pretty much the entire broadcast right now- the four barrels of an unfeasibly large laser cannon. Off-screen, presumably wielding said unfeasibly large cannon, a Brooklyn-accented voice speaks up.]

I've been here two hours and I ain't heard any demands, so I hope I'm not stealin' your thunder if I skip the theatrics and move right on to the negotiation process. [There's a pause and then a dry laugh.] Oh, who am I kiddin'. I don't give a shit about your thunder. You took somethin' what belongs to me. Four somethings actually. They go by the names Peter Quill, Gamora, Drax, and Groot. They are completely helpless without me, so I get why you'd think they were the ones to kidnap. This will still go down in history as the dumbest move of your lives, so way to think strategically, you d'ast imbeciles.

Here's my terms. If I don't see all four of 'em alive 'n breathin' in the next six seconds, I'm gonna put a round in this communicator just for the hell of it. And then I'm gonna put about eight more rounds in your face. And after that I'll get real creative.

[The gun is lowered. And there is one pissed off raccoon now staring into the screen.] Do I make myself perfectly freakin' clear?
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[A pair of large, tawny eyes fill the picture to start with. After a moment Cy shuffles back, revealing the scruffy face of a tabby. Her fur looks dirty and unkempt, and there's glimpse of something shiny beneath the fur on her forehead. Something metal.

She rolls over, kitten like in her appearance as well as her mannerisms. When she speaks she's cheerful, not seeming overly concerned about the unfamiliarity of her surroundings.]

Wow, Alice! You've taken a wrong turn this time. Down the rabbit hole you go.

My name's Cy. Cy for Sightseer. Cats don't belong down rabbit holes, you know. It's bad for business. Rabbits don't like us, see.

[She rolls back on her front, looking as though she's pondering this for a long moment before she speaks again, tongue swiping over her lips before she breaks her silence.]

I'm hungry.

[ooc: It would be super helpful if you could please fill out Cy's permissions if you tag her so I know whether I can use her powers or not.]


Sep. 28th, 2014 02:14 am
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I get it. Wonderland is fucked up. The worlds we come from are sometimes more so. People die, we move on. And I don't mean Wonderland dying, by the way, where they just come back after. I mean back home dying. People die. A lot of people die. A lot of people died when Galactus showed up, not just S—

[She stops. You're rambling, Lana. Deep breath. Get to the fucking point already.]

But does anyone... have a problem with that? The moving on part, I mean. Any tips on how you just... keep living your life when a part of it is gone?

I don't even know why I'm doing this, this is stupid. Should've asked at Parker's thing...

[She ends the feed.]
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[There was a brief moment of fumbling as Hange tried to make her recording private to her squad but she failed miserably. She finally moved it away from her and revealed a pale face. She looked tired, fatigued- even the color seemed drained from her lips and the happy smile that normally painted her face was far too weak in comparison. She moved slowly, holding onto the table she was in front of for support as she slowly sat down.]

What a trip last week ended up being.

[Normally she would be laughing about this but she seemed to be more ashamed at the fact she had been bested. She moved slightly, wincing. She couldn't even do her hair the way she normally did because of this pain.]

I might have bitten more than I could chew this round. Well, more like I got bitten and now I think it might be killing me. I am aware there are people here with amazing abilities and I was hoping to receive some aid from any of you who can heal. [She moved around and winced. Her yellow shirt turning crimson. Guess who just soaked through her bandages. She groaned, breath hitching and hesitating before she addressed the video again.]

I'm not sure how I could pay for the service but if anyone knows how to regrow flesh on someone else, we can negotiate some payment.
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[Eren's leaning against what would appear to be the kitchen counter. Fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, it takes him a moment to collect enough composure to look up at the feed. There's something cooking on the stove in the background, and by the way the pan pops and sizzles, one would almost suspect bacon. When he finally speaks, his words sound a little forced.]

Wow. It's been hectic around here lately, hasn't it? Is everyone alright? Everyone back where they should be? I got a little banged up before, but I--

...You know what? No. No. I can't just not say this: 

'The fuck was that?! She just sends the sword off on her stupid pig?! She's lucky I didn't find that piece of junk. I would have shoved it so far up her-- [Right on time, the fire alarm goes off. Who even knew the kitchen had one? Eren, for one, doesn't even know what a battery powered fire alarm is.]

Uhg. I hate this place.
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[ Haymitch hasn't posted to the network once in all his time here. He's answered other people on rare occasion, but overall he hasn't trusted the thing.

He's been mulling things over lately, though, and he's come up questioning even himself and his own perceptions of Wonderland and what it is. After all this time, he's got to do or say something.

Any of you ever heard of Panem? The Hunger Games? Have you heard of Haymitch Abernathy at all?

[ Oh and he's visibly drunk, swaying just a little as he speaks. ]

(OOC: Fourth-walling is welcome at this point, if you feel so inclined.)

001: video

Sep. 5th, 2014 03:36 pm
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[It seems reality has been shifting around Erwin quite a bit these days. From a prison cell to the vast grasslands of the American Midwest to a mansion, he has taken it all in stride. For now, it's enough that he's alive. The bruising had began to heal, moving around was becoming easier but it was still necessary to rest. That didn't mean that Erwin would be hide though, today he was inspecting the communicator he had found by his bedside. He hadn't had a chance to ask Levi or Hange what it could be so while he had a moment to himself. he had picked it up, turning it over in his hands. In the process, it had switched on, recording him sitting by the window. The right sleeve of his shirt hangs empty, he sets the communicator down on the table to the left of him as the door opened.]

Ah, Hange, come in, please.

[The cheerful commander walked in pleased to him moving around the room. Nothing like restlessness to tell you that you’re healing. She had a plate in her hands that she set aside on the desk in the room before moving over to the window.]

How are you feeling? I’m sure the beds are better on your back than whatever we had on the wagon.

[Erwin peered over at what she had set down on the desk, communicator forgotten. He didn’t try to get up just yet, letting himself lean back against the comfortable chair.]

It was fine, it was certainly much more comfortable than the accommodations I had been enjoying before.

Stop thinking about that. [There was a mild frown on her face as she rested her hands on her hips. Although Erwin had always been the rational mind of the group, it wouldn’t help him put his mind at ease if he kept thinking of such morbid things. Positive thinking works wonders!] I’m glad to see you’re moving around. I brought you a little reward since you’re healing so well.

[Let her give you more reasons to be happy to be alive. It’s in the form of cheesecake.]

We will have to discuss it nonetheless, but now is not the time. [Erwin said as he pulled himself to the feet, hand knocking the communicator off the table to the floor where it shows his slippered feet now.]

What did you bring?


[Seeing as how Erwin couldn’t really bend over, Hange scooted over to pick up the communicator realizing it was actually recording. She gave a laugh turning it to Erwin.]

I see you found your communicator. This thing is very useful. It’s a machine that allows you to communicate with someone. It can share your voice or even your surroundings. [She slips into view now, Erwin still visible behind her.]

Hello, Wonderland!

[ooc: both Erwin and Hange will be answering responses, Hange is nosy like that.]
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[The feed comes on to blue eyes, tanned skin and blond hair. A hallway is passing around her and it's obvious she's walking while she's recording.]

It has come to my attention that there might be a significant concentration of supernatural creatures living among us. While having your lot running amok is dangerous, it's not as troublesome as the ideology some of you seem to hold.

Let's be frank. Mortals have no reason to expect any form of sympathy from the Devil and I don't expect that to change. Humans are weak and for reasons only God knows humanity has been cursed to suffer the waves of powerful monsters for decades. Unfortunately for you fiends, Wonderland does not respect the order of things you are accustomed to. Let me remind you; beasts, who ever brought us here thinks no more of you than they do a mortal. You have been stripped, you have been put on the same level as the humans you seek to rot. That being said, whatever animosity still lingering towards mankind should best be directed at your captors. After all, it was not a church that imprisoned you or a horde of hunters. It was Wonderland and its masters.

[She comes to a halt in front of a door with the number 160 labeled clearly upon it. Before she proceeds, she turns back to the camera.]

Demons in particular are powerful creatures, I won't deny this. Holding onto old grudges won't get anyone out of here... unless your powers have been taken from you. Is that the case? Have you been stripped of your wings, monsters?

[A gloved hand comes up to knock on the door just as the video feed cuts.]
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Hello~!? Is there any one- woah.

[There was a new face in Wonderland and at the moment she was covered in dirt. After spending the night inside a dirt hole (thanks for that, Illumi) she was finally making her way about the mansion. She had just walked into the dinner room and pulled her glasses up in awe.]

This is fancy. What did I stumble upon, some sort of palace?

[She reached a table and picked up a glass flicking at it just to make sure she wasn't dreaming all of this up. Luxuries like these were rare if not non-existent in her world. She took a seat bouncing on the cushioned chair just for the hell of it. This definitely was a new standard for her. She picked up a glass and examined it, tapping it with her nail curiously.]

Too bad this place seems to be abandoned, I could really use a glass of wate-

[Just like that, the glass began to fill forcing the girl out of the chair and the glass out of her hand. It landed on the floor with a loud crash.]

Did that thing just...

[She moved to the table picking up another glass. Again, it filled up with water. She didn't drop it this time and instead brought it slowly to her nose. It smelled like water. She peered through the glass at that clear liquid. It looked like water. She slowly brought it to her lips and took a sip.]

It is water. [What the hell is going on here.] Where is it coming from?!

[Guess who is going to get all the glasses in the room filled with water at this rate...]
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[Crowley is talking fast, like he wants to get all of this out of the way as quickly as possible.]

Right, okay. Seems there's an event on and it looks to be one of mine--well, mine and Aziraphale's.

Since the lot of you seem to be mad enough to think oh, yes, of course we have always been sodding great angels and demons, all I can say is this--please do try not to bring on the Apocalypse this weekend. This isn't Earth, remember. No real need for mass destruction. They never wrote anything about Wonderland, understand?

On the off-chance that anyone out there hasn't, er, changed...I would advise you to keep your heads down. It'll be over soon enough.


Ang--er--Aziraphale, I daresay it's time we start barricading the doors. Sooner than later.
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[Before he even speaks, there is something distinctly, perceptibly different about Armin. For one, he is lounging. Armin does not lounge. He barely even relaxes. Secondly, his eyes just aren't... right. They lack their normal clarity and alertness. They are hazy, and subtly scrutinizing, as if he's sizing you up.]

Good and Evil. Hmm.

[He presses his fingertips together.]

I think such broad terms are too... confining. It depends on the situation, doesn't it? You can harm a person to save yourself, or someone you love. Or your kind actions, or good intentions, can lead down an unwitting path of destruction. No, drawing a line line in the sand between what is and is not sin-- that isn't very fair, is it?

Stipulations. There needs to be stipulations. The Commandments should be open to amendment. Humans aren't as simple as they were... How long has it been now? 4000 years ago? It's not all first borns and blood sacrifice anymore. We need to modernize. Preferably democratically.

Not every good action is good for you. Not every bad action is bad for others. Think about that.

[This, of course, is a logic trap. Any action you would take would then end up being a sin. But that's exactly what he wants. Spreading little discontents is so much more effective than traditional tempting.]
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[ The video connection opens with the sound of muffled rap music in the distance. Tommy is eating some popcorn hanging out in his super suit, which luckily for him he arrived in. With the goggles up and a face full of popcorn, he looks absolutely bored.

Look, even the greyhound next to him looks bored. ]

A little birdie told me that there's some big bad Jabberwocky that we're supposed to fight, but no one seems to me to be really doing anything about it, or at least no one's telling me anything about anything. Not surprising really--I mean when have the Avengers ever told us anything other than run, hide, stop being superheroes?

Once, maybe.

The way I see it, there has got to be something worth doing around here, even if it's just to tell ourselves busy for when the big fight comes around, so consider me offering my services as a hero for hire. Not just my services, the services of my whole team. The Young Avengers are here, if you've got a job you need done we can do it. Assuming it's not completely crazy, and even then we can have words.

Speed out.

03 | Voice

Aug. 1st, 2014 01:04 pm
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[So Tybalt is still pretty freaking bored. Being a cat, this is not a good thing for the most part, though he's too faerie to really do destructive cat things.

Instead, he just pokes at people to see what happens. Today he at least as two reasons for poking.]

Do all the floors in this mansion smell like wild dog, or did I pick the one floor that does? It reeks and there are only so many air fresheners one can stick in your room before that's almost worse than what you're trying to cover up. And of course those air fresheners won't work beyond my door.

[The joys of super senses.

And no he's not mentioning what floor. He's bored, not stupid.

You're welcome, Teen Wolves.]
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[ Filtered from Beacon Hills Judgmental Judy's. ]

[ It's the first time he's actively made one of these little video's with his face showing for people. His first intro into this world was text followed by a few not so great meetings. He met Jackson face to face on the beach, but he's pretty sure fear and intimidation convinced the boy to keep his mouth shut. He's pretty much tried to keep his distance from the rest of the group. It's not hard to find them or even smell them. Peter is staying hidden for a reason. He doesn't need them blasting him on this device before he's actually acquired allies. It'd be a shame. ]

These closets are quite useful.

[ Is the first thing to come out of his mouth. His room is fully decorated now. He definitely likes it a lot more than Derek's loft. He didn't much like spending time there. Which is why he had his own place back home. Which he rarely saw what with those pesky teenagers always getting themselves into trouble. They were never any good at taking care of their own problems. Always coming to Peter when they exhausted all their resources. Which really weren't resources if they lacked the answers. Just wastes of time if you asked Peter.

When Peter speaks he sounds sincere and honest. He sounds like a man that's concerned for the safety of these people that he doesn't really know. He's not Peter Hale the psychopath to these people. He's Peter Hale the concerned citizen. ]

Though I believe they're actually pretty dangerous as well. One psychopath could waltz in and start using it to his advantage. That'd definitely spell tragedy. [ He leans forward. ] Has anyone looked into possibly keeping a close eye on what people request? A monitoring system would be appropriate, but impossible judging by the sheer body count this place has. [ He's worried about when Derek finds out and starts ordering up wolfsbane in bulk for him. Not that he thought Derek would get vengeful now, but they're not home anymore. Peter's use and intelligence no longer benefits him here. Plus the whole coming back to life thing would be too sweet for even Derek to pass up. He'd rather avoid it if at all possible. ] As much as I appreciate the free things--it's also incredibly dangerous given the fact that this place has kids in it as well.


Jul. 23rd, 2014 05:49 am
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[Annie set there on her bed, she held the phone above her head with her arms stretched out. She casually flipped through the video feeds, text feeds and any other for obvious breaks where she could see anyone she knew that involved themselves. The feed of herself was uninteresting, almost boring while she looked over things as a way to stalk people without following them.

After all, she'd been stuck in her room since she was with Armin. The entire situation still bothered her and even now, even weeks later she was still pretty depressed about it.]

Some people are just not meant to be in this world. It's just too much for them.

[Annie's tone is said in reference to others in Wonderland, clearly rabble-rousing.]


Jul. 22nd, 2014 12:04 pm
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[ Charlie's been pondering for a while, and with that pondering comes some questions.

Nothing too serious, of course. This is about fun.

Your friendly neighborhood Charlie here! [ She gives the camera a little wave as she shows up on the network. It's still kinda sorta weird to facetime the area at large, but hey - when in Rome. ] Got a question for everyone. If I were to start up, say, a friendly game of D&D, would anyone be interested?

Or, even something extra awesome - like paintball! [ It's an idea that pops into her mind as soon as she says it, and her eyes light up. ] We've totally got enough room to spread out, get some teams together. Just seeing if there's any interest before I start getting down to the nitty gritty of planning and plotting and scheming.

[ Obviously, not the nefarious kind of scheming. Just some harmless fun times! ]

Let me know!
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[So...about last week. It seems like some people are just ignoring it and others are kinda weirded out by it. Okay. Good. So it wasn't a dream.

Wait, shit. It wasn't a dream.]

Does this kind of bullshit happen all the time here?

[Cause he definitely remembers being a 15 year old who rode on some iron horse.]

I don't really give a fuck about the whole school whatever the hell that happened. I'm more concerned about the fucked up aging process and the fact that our memories were severely shitted on.

[He can't be the only one who is concerned about this. Right?]
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[ Today, most are getting to see a side of Sam that they haven't seen before. The expression he's sporting and his general air exude the hunter slice of his identity. His eyes are sharp, narrowed, face collected and cold. This is the expression of a man on a violent mission, of a man who's been to Hell and back, of a man who cuts the heads off of monsters.

It isn't the quiet, thoughtful younger brother. Not today. ]

I'm gonna make this quick. Whoever strung up my brother isn't getting off with a slap on the wrist. Doesn't matter that people come back a few times here after they've been offed; as far as I'm concerned, that's just a push toward a permanent ending.

I've got a few hunches. If you did this, then I guess you don't know us well enough. Winchesters don't stay dead, but they do stay pretty friggin' pissed.

[ And they're glorified serial killers, which is why, right now... Sam Winchester looks decently scary. ]
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Dear friends. [ she speaks with a warm voice: vivacious and welcoming, for nothing today has turned her mood to melancholy. nor to anger. her heart remains heavy with a lingering dismay she hold wrapped up and hidden -- her grief for her lord father and her brother. her concern for the young jojen reed. her anxious love for those starks who have joined her. but she presses it all into the back of her mind and chooses instead to reach out and make peace with her fellows. ]

Wonderland's gardens are so fine. Beautiful, truly. But I wonder if anyone has seen a certain flower blooming: a rose -- blue like ice looks blue just before the sun sets. We call it a winter rose. Only it smells nothing like winter.

I want one. Whosoever manages to find it for me, I'll repay him or her kindly. Most kindly. [ an indulgent smile and a playful pause. perhaps she might ask the closet for this hardy blossom, like she might ask for a weirwood sapling. but she has decided to do what she can the earnest way before she goes depending upon sorcery. ] In return, I'll share with the finder a thrilling legend! The tale of Bael the Bard, and how he plucked the most beautiful flower in my own dear Winterfell -- much to her father's ire. [ lyanna laughs. ]

Go! Find it. I beg of you.

[ or else come find her instead! she's sitting in the kitchen exploring the odd appliances and sampling delights she'd never known before in her short life. ice cream has rocketed quite high on her list of favourites, closely followed by butterscotch sauce. and the two together! seven heavens. ]

03: Video

Jul. 3rd, 2014 02:08 pm
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[Bigby has looked better. His face is drawn and a bit pale. He didn't want to make this video post in the first place but he can't seem to crawl over to the closet and his stomach is killing him.]

Anyone know where I can get some Maalox? I think I .... ate something that didn't agree with me a few days ago and it... it's still kicking in there.

[There's a brief pause as he considers his words.]

Um, figuratively speaking, of course.

The room is 204 - second floor. Really would appreciate it.


Jul. 2nd, 2014 04:59 pm
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 So now that the latest chaos is over, so comes the next stage... The 'comfort' after. I'd like to take the reigns this time, if I may.

[Saki Hanajima is in her room, the device laying against a mirror. She's painting her nails black, taking her time with each finger.]

In Japan, we have a celebration called Tanabata. You write your wishes on paper, and hang them from a bamboo tree. Then the tree and wishes are burnt, sending them off to be granted.

[She pauses to blow air on her pinky finger.]

It's celebrated on the seventh day of the seventh month... I'll take care of the arrangements. I'm sure we all have wishes.

[She waves her hand, another attempt to dry them.]

Hm... I wonder if this means someday Orihime and Hikobishi will arrive... We have so many western fairy tale characters, it seems a tad uneven.
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This is impossible.

[There was a new arrival in Wonderland and she had just found her 'room'. She wasn't entirely happy with the number she had been given (666) but when she opened the doors she was shocked into a strange silence. The room had transformed to her own master bedroom back home. It was large and grand with a four post bed and every detail of her home had been put into the room. Hell, even the curtains were just as they had been before she had appeared here. She left her door open in her surprise and moved towards the bed.]

What kind of game is this. How would they know... [It didn't make sense! Had they been spying on her? Could they read minds? She sat down on the bed slowly and yep- this was her bed. A hand brushed along the bedspread feeling its rich soft fabric. It even smelled like home as if Walter himself were brewing her tea. Walter. Home. Those too things were probably gone by now and she was here wasting precious time.]

Well played, Wonderland. [Whatever magic this place was using it was definitely strong and this Hellsing heiress was determined to get to the bottom of this.]

To all you trapped here, who is responsible for bringing us here and who's bloody head do I have to cut off in order to leave. Some of us have unfinished business to attend to.

[You know, like a war against vampire zombies who are trying to take over the world. And Catholics. Can't forget the crazy Catholics trying to take back England.]

[OOC: Anyone on the 10th floor is welcome to go poke their heads through the open door!]


Jul. 1st, 2014 06:13 pm
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If I'm going to be here again, I'd really appreciate everything back where it was before. I distinctly remember a naked Will Graham in my bed then that appears to be missing. If anyone can point him back to my bed in his previous state of undress, I'd really like that.

Should Will Graham be unavailable, I'll take a Doctor, Ianto or anyone with a good resume`. Please see Captain Jack Harkness, room 69 on the first floor to submit.

Well, hello again, Wonderland. While it seems some of our pig invasion has abated, can anyone explain why the mansion smells like wet dog and there's dog hair everywhere? Always thought I'd like a dog, but never managed to find the time for one. Now a pteranodon was another matter altogether, although I blame her love for barbecue sauce and dark chocolate solely on the Welsh.

For those of you I haven't met, I'm Captain Jack Harkness. Good to meet you all. I expect we'll see each other around sooner or later.
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[Not a single part of this makes any damn sense to him.

He's done his fair share of exploring, if it could be called that given how expansive this place actually is. However, he's learned enough through what he's come across to come to one definite conclusion:

This isn't where he's supposed to be.

And he has no idea where 'this' even is. The walls are nowhere to be found from as far as he can tell, though in their place are several things that stick out like a sore thumb. It leaves him on edge even if his expression betrays nothing, lips drawn into a thin line as he makes his way through the ornate halls of the mansion. Whatever new devices that appear on his person are initially ignored; finding someone else is his top priority.

Levi's on the second floor when he walks up to the nearest window to shove it open, glancing down below at the building's entrance. And here is where his refined social skills come into play, searching for the first person that appears below before:]

Tell me where the hell this is.


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