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[spellcheck]

[ She'd spent her first couple of days lingering in the shadows. Not hiding or lurking, really, and maybe there's a chance you've seen her around, but she did her best to play observer -- to get a feel for the place and the people here. She goes into this skeptically, and by nature it's just hard not to, but it isn't long until she realizes Wonderland's residents are a lot like her.

It becomes a series of questions she needs to answer: who are they? Where are they from and what have they left behind? (And most importantly, because of what she's left behind, why are they here and how do they get back? She isn't satisfied with anything she is finding on that particular subject.)

For a moment, she is out of frame, cursing silently under her breath as she checks the device in her hand to make sure the video feed is on. Lois adjusts the device, holding it out so that her face is now in frame. ]

Okay. Okay. Here we go.

[ She coughs, clearing her throat, and runs her fingers quickly through her hair to tuck her hair behind her ears. Lois manages a pretty impressive "on air" presence, even if she's always been a little more interested in seeing her byline on the front page than she was in being on camera. ]

Hello, Wonderland. From the looks of things, you've all had a... rough week.

My name is Lois Lane and it looks like I will be joining you for the interim. I was hoping there would be a few of you willing to... share your experiences. Maybe help me fill in some blanks here?

We can communicate through... uh, this -- [ She shakes the device a bit, the video going a bit Blair Witch Project for a second. ] -- thing, but I am open to meeting in person for a cup of tea or something, if you'd prefer.

Comments

[redheadpepper]

I definitely know the feeling. There's a lot of strange people - animals - things - around here, even by the standards of my world, which can get pretty weird.

[ Pepper doesn't mind, though. She takes a sip of her tea. ]

From what I understand, this place is - obviously - intended to feel like Wonderland, you know, from the Lewis Carroll books. If you're familiar with them. But it's not just - I don't know, a prison. Some people have suggested to me that this place might actually be... feeding on us, in some way. On our memories, potentially even our souls, for lack of a better term.

[spellcheck]

[ Lois settles back into her chair, a notepad propped up between the edge of the table and her knee. She jots down a few notes, then glances back up at Pepper. ]

Is that what you believe -- that Wonderland is feeding off your memories or your soul?

[redheadpepper]

The memory thing isn't in dispute. People here have lost memories - some, more than others.

[ Pepper shrugs. ]

As for the soul thing... I don't know. I have a hard time believing we're brought here completely at random, for no reason. I think this place wants something from us. I guess, "our souls" is as good an answer as any.