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[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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Guess I'll have to find out how it compares to New York.

[At least as long as she's stuck here, which she's not allowing herself to dwell on much.]

You got a name?

Likely not all that dissimilar, I imagine.

[He grins.]

Ah, yes, of course. Lucifer Morningstar.

[Both eyebrows shoot upwards.]

You've got to be kidding me.

[Seriously, edgelord?]

Not at all, actually.

Cruel parents?

[Seems like the obvious answer, especially when she doesn't want to give the other explanation any kind of acknowledgement.]

The bloody worst.

[This game is fun.]

Not a game you want to play with me. Most people lose when they try.

[Hers left her on the side of the road, bruh.]

I'm quite certain I wouldn't be one of them.

[His father kicked him out of Paradise for 'misbehaving,' turned all his siblings against him, made Lucifer run his torture center for terrible people for several thousand years, while making him the literal personification of evil to mortals for eternity. His mother stood by and watched until Dad kicked her out too. Bruh.

Not that it's a contest, really.]

[They're absolutely going to make it one at some point, aren't they.]

That bad?

[...Probably.]

My Father is still manipulating me at every turn, unfortunately. Or trying to.

[He smiles.]

But all that is neither here nor there. After all, Wonderland is quite a ways from all of that. Hopefully.

[Their friendship is going to be a truly beautiful thing, when they get there.]

Hopefully he's at least an out-of-towner?

[Although she's becoming less and less convinced that this is an expansive murder house upstate.]

I never knew mine. I'd probably be grateful for it, if I knew they were like yours. But you're right-- as long as we're stuck in here, none of that matters.

Very much so. He's also not much of a traveler.

[He nods.]

Well, let's hope they never decide they want to invade your life in the future, yes? [l o l] I've been here since over a year ago, so it may not matter for some time.

[l o l]

A year.

[She's giving her most unimpressed face right now.]

I can barely get my head around a day.

Ah yes, we've all been there, I'm afraid. I would get used to it as soon as possible, however. There's no forcing it.

We'll see. I'm not ready to start trying to take this in stride just yet.

[This is beyond skepticism; she's going to be bordering on denial for a good while.]

Thanks for the 'help,' 'Lucifer.'

[She hangs up-- for now. You haven't seen the last of her.]

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