( one; voice )

[cursebreaking]

[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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[deathlessness]

Well, there is an empty stool next to me. You are welcome any time.

[Freya is not anticipating anything making sense anytime soon.]

[cursebreaking]

Save it for me.

[She'll take that offer, but:]

I can't stop moving until I know for sure that my son is safe. After that, a strong drink will definitely be welcome.

[deathlessness]

I can absolutely do that. And I hope you find a satisfying answer soon.

[It probably won't be one she likes, but at least something that will let her rest. For Klaus, it was knowing that Hayley was still home with Hope. In a lot of ways, that was the only comfort he had.]

[cursebreaking]

Me, too.

[But she's starting to get the distinct impression that she won't, deep in the pit of her stomach.]

Emma, by the way.

[deathlessness]

Freya.

[And there's a smile in her tone, even if Emma can't see it.]

A pleasure, Emma.

[cursebreaking]

I'd say the same, but considering the situation...

[Well. Freya seems to be practical enough that Emma figures she probably won't be offended.]

I'll let you know when I'm ready for that drink.

[deathlessness]

I'll see you then.

[And with that, she will head off to drink some more. /scene]