[voice: mid morning] file #001

[rightfootforward]

( arrivals are such disorienting things )

[After spending an hour in a room so comfortable it actually set her on edge, Peggy Carter finally decided to test the network after covering the only mirror in the room with her jacket. She'd managed to read up a little on where she was, but there were still many answers she lacked. The little device could only look back so far and that left her in the dark about too much. She knew this was some alternate world - as insane as that sounded - and that it was called Wonderland. She had no idea that the American company had adapted Carroll's works, but alright, that was apparently a thing? She also didn't know who Michael Phelps was, but she assumed he was famous in one world or another. Recently, there had apparently been two "events," a bunch of cartoonish puppets were talking like real people, someone had died, someone else ate people, and Peggy kept her gun squarely in her lap. She didn't delve far, but she read enough. A young girl had shown a puppet show and Peggy was fairly certain she was either drugged or in an insane asylum.

Whatever the truth turned out to be, for now she needed allies, people who could help fill in the blanks. It was time to see who here was of the "helpful" variety. As it seemed others were also in her position, and many were panicking, she chose a different approach. Panicking seemed to be normal, but in asylums, no one spoke to the unstable ones. Her tone was sardonic as she addressed the network.]

This will be the second time within a few weeks I've found myself homeless. It seems I'm making a rather disappointing habit of it despite my better intentions.

Now, do we simply choose any of the open rooms here, or is there somewhere I report for an assignment?

[She paused for a moment, looking at the irritating little pamphlet.]

And one more thing, by your reckoning, what year is it?

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[sorta_cinderella]

It seems we have some new arrivals... but then again, with the way our memories are jumbled, it's difficult to really determine who is new and who isn't. None the less, I hope all of you who are 'fresh' here are given what you need to know.

Now then... as some of you may or may not be aware, I have special abilities. I am going to test how far they can go. It's nothing dangerous, I assure you - I'm merely seeing my cutoff point, the distance where I can no longer hear denpa waves. It may be useful someday... but, really, there's only so long I can lock myself in my room and weep over inhumane acts, before boredom takes over and normalcy must resume.

... Especially since I recently saw the inhumane person as a felt puppet.

Anyway. I will be going through all of the mansion. If you wish to help my experiment, merely say where you are, and stay there, so I can try to measure it. 

[Action - moments later]

[Saki Hanajima calmly walks through every hallway and floor of the mansion, hands clenched together. Despite the 'bravado' she put on, and the ridiculousness of Puppet Angel, she's still terrified. But she puts on a brave face - a blank one, really, her usual slate - as she goes back and forth, up and down stairs, black eyes going straight ahead. She listens for waves - the true emotions one is feeling, not thoughts, but if a person is sad, happy, afraid, so forth. She walks and listens.]