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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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Finally.

[ The voice on the other end seems so relieved. ]

I'm glad I'm not the only one who showed up with zero chances of subscribing to magical fairy tale worlds. I was brought here too, just a couple weeks ago, actually? I get the feeling a lot of us, probably all of us are sort of...here without wanting to be.

[ He pauses for a beat. ]

I'm sorry about your kid, but from what I've pieced together, he shouldn't even know you're gone? It still sounds insane though, so. I have no idea if it's believable or not.

Mind if I ask what this 'hard way' of yours is? Because I'll tell you right now for free, this place doesn't give one single shit about whether or not you want to be here or who it took you away from.

[Not the first person to roll in here making threats and demanding answers, and won't be the last. Crowley is audibly unimpressed.

Not that he supposes she'll care about that, one way or another.]

Really, I'm intrigued. But just eff-why-eye, no one will know you're missing.

Don't waste the energy sweetheart. No one's listening, and if they are, they don't care. The abduction scenario's a regular trick and the local powerhouses aren't big on do-overs.

Your messages are broadcast to this entire world. Everyone is listening, but none of us are in a different situation than yourself.

[ Or could, if they had a mind to. Cullen rarely does it to engage, he has grown no fonder of the device since his arrival. Lately... he has been kept indoors more than usual. Long enough to... attempt a contribution. ]

Time spent here has no bearing on time in the world you came from. Your child will be fine. [ The other way around is- probably a different matter. ] What else we know of our circumstances is kept in the library, but leaving voluntarily is not among it.

Hell of a bad acid trip, huh? [She's pretty sure of the other universe theory, but, she'll...humor the voice here.]

[ Sarah gets it, she's seen it, but one thing in particular sticks out to her and she feels that very familiar twisting in her chest at the thought of Sawyer. ]

I have a kid at home, too. And everyone's told me what should be happening, but I can't help it, some nights I can't sleep. I feel like I can't breathe at the idea he might be missing me.

I'm sorry you're here, that you have to go through that, too.

[She'd known it was possible, that Emma would one day find her way back to Wonderland. There was no chance she'd remember being here, of course, but it would still mean she was back. That finally, Henry would have both his mothers again like he deserves.

And God knows she could use the help with this latest curse.

The thought crosses her mind that if Henry's cursed, Emma might be too, but... There's too much at stake right now to dance around the subject.]

You always did have a habit of showing up when you're needed most, Emma.

The hard way's fun. I blow shit up. I fight with the mirrors. I break whatever I can and spread a few threats around. So far it hasn't done much but you're welcome to look over the arsenal or ask the closet for whatever you want. It will arm you to the teeth, but doesn't always do you much good.

Also, when you get bored with that, because it happens, try talking to Chloe Decker. She started a parent support group for all of you that got shafted on your kids. I don't have any but it might help.

[Oh boy, one of these people.]

I understand how difficult this is to accept. Believe me, I'm from a world where there's nothing resembling magic. [THE ZOMBIES ARE VERY SCIENTIFIC.] But unfortunately, all evidence points to this really happening.

Yeah, let me know if you find that exit. You'd be the first.

[ Claire is on her way outside, determined to get some final things planted that need it in the winter. She's dressed for the chill seeing as how it snowed just the other day and has a basket on one arm. She's single-minded until she sees a woman with a very persistent scowl looking about and realizes she must be new. She'd been that person once before and in need of dire help. She had also promised to extend that kindness as often as she could, for as long as she was in Wonderland. So, she speaks, head canted toward the probable new arrival. Her accent is British, face friendly. ]

Pardon me, but have you just arrived? I feel like I've seen that look before on others.

Unfortunately the only ones who will respond to you are those just as trapped as you are.

[But Rip does understand that frustration, and that desire to leave. She's hardly the first to show it--and not even the first to cite the presence of a child.]

There is little comfort to be found in the nature of these circumstances to be sure, particularly in light of your skepticism. [Understandable though it is; Rip himself wouldn't have believed half of what he heard if it had not come from the mouth of a trusted ally first, and even then it had been rather hard to swallow.]

You seem to have heard some of the general notions behind this dimension. Though you may not yet believe it to be true, there is one positive note to be made: because the universe we're in is separated from the normal flow of time, your child is unaware of your disappearance. They will not know you are gone, and when you are eventually returned, it will be from the exact moment you were drawn from.

[So while this woman bears the weight of that absence, at the very least her child will not.]

[Goddammit, now he knows how people felt when he'd arrived.]

I'm already not happy. What's your next step?

[Minato thought that she had heard a lot from the others already. He may as well add in a couple of cents.]

You probably don't want to hear about the Mirrors, but you should know about them.

[While she was here and all.]

[Hey look a skeleton that's neat.]

you got the "alternate reality" part right. subtract "game" and you're right on the money. welcome to wonderland. no exits, sorry.

None of us opted in to this but the powers that be don't give a shit about what we might have waiting for us back home. And believe me, this place is anything but cute, a lot of the time.

[Freya is a couple sheets to the wind already, so ... sorry in advance, Emma.]

When you've exhausted your search and have moved forward towards a mild acceptance there's a bar on the fifth floor. And a club on the sixth. And another bar on the eighth. I prefer the fifth.

[The people of Wonderland have their priorities in order. That being said:]

But I assure you that your child will be fine while you are trapped here. I can speak from experience in that they return you from right where you left off.

[Unfortunately.]

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If I were to list off all the so-called 'weird stuff' I'm into, we might be here all evening.

Wonderland itself isn't all that interested in that sort of thing, however.

[I can't remember if Mabel ever met Emma, but she definitely knows of her from Henry, so the point is moot.]

Ugh. Why can't you people ever remember anything?

[...Yeah, this is what you needed in your life, Emma. SHE'S STILL TRAUMATIZED FROM YOUR SON.]

[Hear that? That's some slow, sarcastic clapping.]

Nice speech. Gotta ask, though - does that "hard way or the easy way" thing ever actually work?

[If Emma scrolled back far enough, she may recognize this voice as belonging to that asshole who showed up talking about shoving heads in a duffel bag. Emma, meet Jason.]

Not nearly as flashy as my entrance, but I'll give you a few extra points for the emotion behind it. [It's strange to think that not too long ago Lup had been in Emma's position, demanding answers and a way out, and now she's here, greeting newcomers with the same bad news she'd been given.]

Hate to break it to you, but the door is one way only. Lots of people stroll on in, but there's no exact way to get out.

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