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[ Waking up in an unfamiliar room when her last memory had been dying on a train isn't even in Lucy's "Top Ten Weirdest Things To Happen To Me." At least this time she's not waking up pregnant with a corpse head. Her hands immediately reach to check, finding nothing but a flat abdomen. Next her fingers fly to her face (skin is still there, no shards of metal growing over her like armor to constrict her breathing). She can breathe, she doesn't feel ill, and there's no President Valentine in sight.

But that doesn't mean he isn't lurking around. After a frantic search of the bare room, she finally emerges into the seventh story hall armed with a small pistol and some technological device (Some sort of phone? Judging by the little symbol in the corner). Barefoot and sweating buckets, she looks like the human equivalent to a Chihuahua that looks like it's either going to pee or bite someone or both.

Yes clearly this is a sociable, happy addition to Wonderland's collection of well-adjusted individuals.

Cautiously making her way down the floors, the sound of voices causes her to duck into the nearest room. She doesn't check to see if it's occupied or not. At best, you can catch a flash of a frightened young girl fleeing behind a door; at worst, a panicked, sweaty girl with a gun just ran into your fucking room for no apparent reason. ]

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[ And once she calms down enough (or finds a nice hiding space under a kitchen cubbard) she finally examines the strange phone. No time to figure out why it looks the way it looks or what all these other buttons mean, but one button brings up an alphabet to type with. Who this message goes to, if anyone, is a mystery. It's a risk, but what other choice does she have? Besides, it's no riskier than going after the President. ]

Looking f or of race contstants johnny joestar an dgryo zeppeli. Promoter stephen steel shot and severely injured and whhereabouts unknown.please help.

[ If you're looking to get some cooking utensils, you'll be pleased to find Lucy crammed between the mixing bowls and Tupperware. In hindsight, this was a terrible hiding place. ]

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[crux_ofmylife]

Is there a place where they frequent? I'm fairly new here, but I have no problem helping to find them.

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[severedheads]

[ Honestly she's surprised to see any sort of response at all. ]

Who are you how are you writing to me rightn ow

[ A rather rude introduction, but when you're on the run from a president who travels through infinite dimensions, your politeness tends to fray under the stress. Biting her lip, she decides throwing accusations right off the bat isn't going to earn her any favors. ]

I am new too.I think. I dont know where I am. [ Story of her life. ] The last check point of the race was in Philadelphia so they must be there by no w or alongthe Atlantic coast line. Am I near there?

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[crux_ofmylife]

Oh, my apologies. My name's Harry Potter.

I'm afraid you're not. You're not quite on Earth any longer.

Sorry.

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[severedheads]

[ Lucy has to reread the words several times (the "no longer on Earth" part, not the Harry Potter part; she's probably one of the few utterly unaware of the name).

And weirdly enough it actually makes perfect sense. In an awful way. ]

How did I get here/?

[ Even if she thinks the answer is probably obvious, it doesn't hurt to ask. Her stomach has already coiled into a cold pit.

Before he has time to reply, she sends another message to distract herself from the inevitable answer: ]

Nice to meet you harry.Im Lucy. Sorry I don tknow how to write well wtih this.

[ Half because she's centuries behind, half because her hands are so sweaty she has to wipe it off the screen. Which then sends an accidental message. ]

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[thepointisdolphins]

[The last time he felt something like this in Wonderland, it was a version of God from another world and simply being in Her presence made Crowley faint.]

[So when he feels something similar hit Wonderland like a hydrogen bomb, he locks his door and doesn't go anywhere fucking near it.]

[Not long later there's a new text message on the network, but he doesn't connect that it's from the same source.]

You know Johnny Joestar?

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[severedheads]

[ Reasonable reaction from someone from 1891: What the fuck is going on oh my god why is it talking at me there isn't a chord WHAT IS GOING ON.

Reaction from Lucy Steel: Oh, it looks like it's some kind of phone after all. I don't know how it works but it's not turning into a dinosaur so I'm not going to worry about it. Whoever is at the other end may be a terrorist or work for the President, but it's not Valentine himself.

Holding the phone close to her phone, her voice comes out small, just above a whisper, quick and breathy like she's found the first shred of hope in months. ]

Yes! Do you? Do you know where he is?! Please I... he and Gyro, Hot Pants, it's urgent! [ Yes, there is someone named Hot Pants. ] Stephen Steel, have you seen him too? Is he...?

[ The question gets stuck on her throat. She chokes back a whimper but rest assured, she's crying all over this Tupperware. ]

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[thepointisdolphins]

He's somewhere around here. He's safe. And annoying as ever. I'm afraid I've never heard of the others.

Are you, er...alright?

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[severedheads]

[ Safe. As much as her heart sinks to realize Stephen and Gyro are still missing, at least she has one person to trust. And if she's going to get anything accomplished, she needs to stay strong. ]

Yes, I'm... I'm fine. [ She pauses, then continues at a normal volume: ] I lost consciousness for a while, so I must've lost track of my time and surroundings too.

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[embellishing]

[It had been a rather odd morning, to say the least. Eames had spent some time searching throughout the room, trying to uncover anything that would help explain how he had arrived here and for what purpose, but that had turned out to be fruitless and far too much work before breakfast.

He had been standing near the closet while he had daydreamed longingly about a nice stack of pancakes and toast and sausage, which to his surprise his closet started spitting out, complete with china plates and a nice cup of coffee. It was a bit off, but it was palatable.

Eames was in the middle of enjoying his breakfast when a tiny girl suddenly ran in, holding a gun and looking like she might set it off accidentally. So, calmly as he could, Eames spoke.]

Good morning.

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[severedheads]

[ Eames at least has his shit together. The same cannot be said of Lucy, who responds to the sudden realization that there's someone else in here with a startled cry as she trembles against a door she's already slammed shut. To her credit, she doesn't raise the gun, but at this rate Eames is at a greater risk of drowning in a flood of anxious sweat and tears.

Welcome to Wonderland, dearest Eames. You are greeted by 19th century girls in weird, anachronistic clothes barging in on your lovely breakfast. What a great introduction.

She stumbles over her sentences while her mind races frantically to size up the situation. He didn't call her "Mrs. Steel" and he hasn't made any moves to grab her, so those are all good signs. ]

Sorry! I was looking for--! [ Well. Anything familiar. ] My husband's been shot, he needs medical attention, and I'm, I was...

[ She takes a deep breath and forces herself to visibly calm down. ]

I didn't know there was anyone in this room. My apologies.

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[embellishing]

[While she might not be put together, at least it doesn't look like she's in a blind panic and lashing out at just anyone. He puts down his silverware, feeling terrible that he's eating breakfast so casually when she looks like she's on the verge of a break down.]

No need to apologize.

[He doesn't want to make any sudden moves, she still has a gun, but he's keeping his voice as calm and flat as possible. Still, he can't help but have his brows draw together when she mentions her husband and his condition.

Eames gets up from his chair, tossing his napkin into his]

Is he here with you? I can't claim to be a doctor but maybe I could be of some assistance.

[Because that's the most pressing matter at the moment.]

[fivepetaled]

i no johnny. hes gong to teech me to rid a hors.
i don' no the other 2.
sorry. :(

[severedheads]

[ It takes ten million years but SHE FIGURES OUT HOW TO WRITE IT AGAIN. PROGRESS. And the mention of a horse is what really seals the deal that this person definitely knows Johnny.

(Lucy does not realize she should question his supposed altruism; he's been relatively pleasant to her so far, she has not seen the full lengths of his assholitude.) ]

Thank you. Its fine. Do youknow if he s in the area?

[fivepetaled]

i dont no where his room is but you can send him amasse
mesge
messig

you can call him

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[jivitadana]

[Video just because, but it can switch to anything else!]

Johnny's around. If I see him, I can tell him you're looking for him.

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[severedheads]

[ At first she's shocked to see a face appear on the screen, but she quickly gets over it because once you're attacked by metal balloon dogs anything else is pretty fucking normal.

She doesn't want to risk hanging up on anyone who might know Johnny, so she doesn't try to switch to texting or voice call. ]

Thank you! Tell him it's Lucy, and--

[ She cuts herself off suddenly, continuing more slowly: ]

Tell him that I'm fine, I'll find him soon. Do you happen to have a map of the area?

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[jivitadana]

[Minato nodded. He could relay the message to him when he saw him again. They had talked before, and he would see him again at some point. The Mansion itself wasn't too big, even if the hallways seemed to go on forever.]

I'm Minato. It's nice to meet you.

[He thought if he gave his name, then she might be more inclined to trust him too.]

I can give you a copy of a map... Electronic or paper?

[cowhouse]

[Oh, were you looking for somewhere to hide out, undisturbed, while acclimating to the kindapping situation? A nice, calm, quiet somewhere to rest your weary head...?

TOO BAD because Jesse needs a frying pan and you, strange chick, are sitting on it.]

Shit!

[Yeah, not so much with the quiet. Not so much with the welcome, either; despite the fact that he's gotten fairly used to people popping up in the weirdest places- the dude in the bush rings a bell- Jesse's tolerance for fuckery has reached a low point, and so instead of his usual sympathetic smile (or sarcasm), all he has to offer is a frown and a hop backwards so he can see her better, watch where her hands are...

What? She could up and stab him, you never know.]

Jesus Christ-- What the hell are you doing in there?

[severedheads]

[ This was a terrible idea. Not just the choice of hiding place, but hiding itself. She should be out looking for Stephen or Hot Pants or Johnny or anyone who could help. By now she's met a few people, learned a few things (that raise more questions than they answer but what else is new). She's not even afraid of running into Valentine anymore; she is terrified of being unable to do anything.

Sitting in a cabinet wishing things would just go back to normal isn't going to do anything, nor is cowering and feeling sorry for herself. May as well try to figure out the strange new phone while she's holed up somewhere she won't be taken from.

Or maybe that's too much to ask for because suddenly dude screaming in her face. If Lucy could jump back, she would. As it is all she can do is squeal and try to flatten herself against the wall, acutely aware that the gun she'd stuffed into her... pants? Tights? Who the fuck knows with JJBA fashion-- is pinned uncomfortably behind her. Hidden but also inaccessible. In her startled flailing she drops her phone right at Jesse's feet. ]

Who're you?!

[ Ah yes that is exactly what you should shout in someone's face when they discover you hiding in a cabinet. ]

[cowhouse]

[Hey, Jesse's not judging- it's an appropriate response to being uprooted and dumped in some mystery dungeon. Probably a better idea than "stealing" someone's pants and running around barefoot yelling like an asshole, anyway...

But then again, Jesse's not feeling particularly reasonable right now; he must have misplaced the capacity for that while being murdered in the hallway. LIFE IS FUNNY LIKE THAT.

And so rather than, you know, offering this girl- who's clearly scared out of her mind- a hand up, he just stares, eyes darting toward her fallen phone at the sudden movement before flicking back to her face.]

I'm the dude who needs that frying pan, yo-- [He gestures at her side, where the handle of one very large frying pan is just barely visible.] Come on. That's gotta be like the worst hiding place ever, people come in and out of here all the time, like, looking for shit.

[YOU CAN'T MONOPOLIZE THE COOKERY, OKAY?]

[strategisch]

[Armin eats when he remembers that hunger is a thing that is happening to him. But when he goes to the kitchen, he gets a little overwhelmed by the massive culinary possibilities. Milk and potatoes were considered a good day back where he came from. When you throw meat and bread into the equation, he starts to get a little confused.]

[As he stares stupidly into the massive reaches of the refrigerator, he can't help but notice the sound of rattling in the cabinets.]

A rat? [It must be one heck of a rat, if it's making that much noise. Armin half expects the Jabberwocky to leap out when he opens the bottom door.]

[It is neither a rat nor the Jabberwocky.]

...Hello? [Normally even he would judge someone deciding to hide in a kitchen cabinet, but the poor thing looks positively petrified.] Are you alright? Should I get help?

[severedheads]

[ Note to self: be less terrible at making noise. No wonder the President's men always find her. Between shuffling around like a gangly foal and the loud whimpering she makes when she's terrified, it's a wonder she ever thinks escape is possible.

Hearing footsteps approach only frightens her more. Her arm bends uncomfortably, just in case she needs to reach for the gun behind her, but the face that greets her is unfamiliar. Also he sounds genuinely concerned for a shaking, sweating girl jammed between plastic containers. ]

No! No, I'm perfectly fine.

[ She tries to sound like this is all normal, forcing any signs of terror off her face. Quick, Lucy, think of a reason why you've wound up in the cabinets that isn't "I heard voices and was afraid you were a terrorist and I wasn't ready to face that yet so I hid until I could get a better bearing on my surroundings." ]

I suffered a recent concussion and have been having some light sensitivity, so I needed a quick escape into somewhere dark while I waited for a dizzy spell to pass.

[ Flawless. ]

[strategisch]

[Okay, he suspects that that was a total load of bullshit, but he's willing to give Tupperware Girl a chance for the benefit of his doubt. Armin offers her a hand.]

Here, let me help you. I know first aid, and I can help you find a better place to recuperate than a... a cupboard.

[939]

[ It took a while for the word to reach him, since Johnny is notoriously difficult to get a hold of. He's much like me with my cell phone-- if he doesn't want to talk to anyone today, he leaves his communicator behind and gives no fucks. Eventually, though, he hears it. When he first read the message concerning her, he felt cold disappointment-- why couldn't be Gyro? Why? But then he realized he was being a fucking child, and that no matter what reality he exists in, the world hates him. It's a universal constant that he will never understand, even in death.

But Lucy's in Wonderland, and while she's obviously distressed (who wouldn't be?), she's none too worse for wear. what the fuck does that phrase even mean? That idiom is like reading one of my middle schooler's debate cases-- it's a string of words that are awkwardly lumped together into an incoherent phrase that I still somehow understand. It's a disgrace to the English language, despite being entirely created by the goddamn english language and im so annoyed that i couldnt think of any other phrasing to use wowowowowowowww Wonderland would be a respite for her-- while Johnny's unaware of her most recent experiences, he knew that Gyro had given her an impossible task. Stealing Jesus' heart from the President was a ridiculous quest for a fourteen year old girl; however, if Johnny had to place his bets on someone to accomplish this, he'd put his money on Lucy. She had surprising resolve and incredible determination when he least expected it.

Blackmore was already dead by the time he fought Gyro, after all.

Regardless of impressive personality traits, arriving in a new world is a horrifying experience. So Johnny heads directly to the kitchen, firmly saddled on Lady Gaga, and totally prepared to run over literally everyone and everything in his path. Lucy will hear him before she sees him-- hell, the whole mansion will hear him. ]

LUCY?! LUCY STEEL, ARE YOU THERE?!

[severedheads]

[ Hoofbeats are strangely something that give her more hope than anxiety. Since no one else around here seems to have Johnny's affinity for horses, it has to be him. At worst it could be Diego but even he wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to see. Hell, he probably wants the President dead as much as she does.

Lo and behold she's right. By now some kind people (who knew such a thing could exist???) have coaxed her out of her hidey-hole and she's eaten her first meal in fuck knows how long. It hasn't soothed her--if anything, it feels like the calm before the inevitable shit storm that is her life--but the momentary peace has distanced her enough from her initial confusion and terror to actually think. Also drinking fucktons of water to rehydrate her anxious sweating Jesus she's worse that Bertholdt. ]

JOHNNY!

[ Don't worry dude, she's equally disappointed that you're not Stephen, but having anyone she can even vaguely trust is a relief. She hops off the counter and is nearly run over by the glorious Lady Gaga. Who gives a shit? Not her, she's got so many better things to worry about. ]

I'm so glad to see you, I was on the train with Valentine and Stephen was still hurt when I lost consciousness and...

[ Her head swivels around to make sure no one else is listening as she feels a familiar, uncomfortable tug just under her skin from a Stand user being so close to her. ]

I have it Johnny. All the parts. It... it chose me? I'm not sure why or how, but it nearly killed me. And Valentine had us on his train when I started changing; the corpse must've been responding to him! But now we're here.

[ An open-ended statement that is a bundle of questions hidden inside of it. The most important aren't "where are we" and "why am I here," but "is the President dead please tell me you killed him" and "how do I get this shit out of me without dying." Very important questions. ]