entranceway | ( one; voice )

[Emma has read what information has been made available, she’s walked the grounds and the corridors of some of the mansion’s ground floor, and she’s combed through what public postings she could find to look through on the device she’d found in the pocket opposite of where she kept her own phone. She’s been digging for evidence since she got here, but what she’s found?

She’s not buying it. The message that comes through is voice only, not wanting to reveal her face or her exact location right away-- though she’s pretty damn sure that whoever’s responsible for this is watching her and has a good idea of where she is, if not who.]

Look. I know someone is out there listening.

[She doesn’t know exactly who, but someone.]

This game of yours? I’m not interested. I don’t know how you got me here, or how you set all this up. Maybe it’s some messed-up alternate reality game, but I didn’t opt in for any of this. I don’t care how elaborate it is, or how much work went into it-- my kid is at home waiting for me, and I am not screwing around.

[Her tone is hard, angry rather than anxious, determination winning out over uncertainty.]

‘Wonderland.’ Cute, but I’m not impressed. All I want is for you to point me towards the exit. You can do me a solid and we can do this the easy way-- or we can do it the hard way. Trust me, whatever weird stuff you might be into, I can promise you won’t be happy if we go that route.

[She stays on the line, just to wait for any kind of possible response-- but she doesn’t really know what to expect. This entire thing has her out of her depth, even if she’s not willing to admit it.]

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Given my current theory is "tackily-decorated murder house," yeah, 'cute' is right out the window.

[She's been tossing a few different ones around so far.]

You're not far off -- this place does have a tendency to try to kill us on a somewhat regular basis -- not trying to further alarm you or anything but it's true.

At least I know I'm on the right track.

[And she's glad that she's carrying, if that's the case. She's not interested in being caught anywhere without her gun.]

You seem pretty alive, at least.

For the moment.

[it's said flippantly. Wynonna always keeps Peacemaker on her for similar reasons. she doesn't want to get caught without it -- but sometimes Wonderland surprises you all the same.]

People get a total of five deaths here, so even if someone does die they won't stay dead, at least not the first time.

[That sounds fake, but okay.]

People don't just come back to life.

Maybe not where you come from, but Wonderland plays by it's own rules.

[people come back to life in Wynonna's world but it's just the revenants and there's a curse so it's a little different.]

Playing by its own rules is one thing, but you can't just straight-up defy the natural order. Nobody can do that.

[That kind of stuff is for fairy tales.]

Wonderland can, and does, and you can choose to not believe that but it doesn't make it any less true.

[the multiple deaths and coming back from them is just one of the many impossible things about this place.]

Has everyone here bought into this thing?

[Her tone of voice makes it pretty clear that she thinks this is flat-out crazy.]

It's not so much buying in so much as a lot of us have been here long enough to see this shit for ourselves.

Stick around long enough and you have no choice but to try and swallow the crazy.

[She frowns to herself. Well, that sounds grim.]

Pretty much. You experience the crazy and have to find a way to make sense of it -- for some of us that's easier than others. My own world was pretty crazy itself, that probably gave me an advantage.

I'm guessing some people don't 'make sense of it' so much as crack and have a total nervous breakdown.

[She's starting to think that might be what happened to Henry.]

I'd imagine so -- I haven't seen any personally but I wouldn't be surprised to hear it -- this place can be pretty traumatic sometimes.

[wynonna can't talk, more than one event has landed her in the bar after, trying to drink her demons away.]

That's one of the most believable things I've heard all day.

[That, she can buy.]

Look, I appreciate the attempt to help, but I need to get moving if I'm going to figure out whether or not my kid got dragged here with me.

Right. Well, I won't hold you up then. Good luck with that.

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