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[Mandy's actually very used to waking up in strange places without having much memory of how she got there, and Wonderland has a leg up on some in that she's still fully dressed. The phone's confusing as all hell, she's not used to one that one can do more than talk on, but she figured that out after punching a few buttons. She really is much more clever than the airhead act she'd been putting on most of the last three years.

Still, the act--The Divine Miss Mandy Slade--doesn't die as easily as she would like. She should have known that it would take far more than a pile of legal mumbo jumbo to get Brian Slade out from under her skin, to stop performing every bloody second of her life. So, what the citizens of Wonderland will hear is certainly not her real voice--which would come out very flat, tired, and American. Instead, they'll hear an almost coyingly-sweet accent anyone with half a brain will know is a very fake British]

Right, since it appears I actually haven't gone completely off my rocker just yet after all, I've just a few questions for all you boys and girls and....whomever else may be inhabiting this lovely little estate. The first being that there are two men I am quite curious to know the whereabouts of. One might be a bit harder to spot, a Mr. Curt Wild. Although, if he's been here for any length of time without access to an electric guitar or certain other--indulgences, I suspect he may have made his presence a bit better known. The other may be going by any number of names, although the most likely would be Mistah Brian Slade. You'd know him by his shockingly blue hair and--

[half a dozen of Brian's other body parts go through her mind, and it hurts, remembering how beautiful he was once upon a time. How beautiful it all was, for a moment.

She clears her throat, before she actually starts crying again. She's done enough of that, and she swears that giving Brian the satisfaction of seeing it as he laughed her out of his life will be the last time it happens. The accent drops, suddenly, and if anyone could see her face they could almost see the mask she'd plastered on fall as well. It was easier to talk about Curt; she doesn't fear what being in his presence might make her do]

My other question is, does anyone happen to have any smokes?

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Oh, I certainly don't mind it, darling. [she almost sounds like she's really smiling] I'm certainly not going to put up a fight against a holiday from all...that.

[there is literally no word she can think of to succinctly describe what was going on, and she really would like to get her head out of it for a bit, if that's at all possible]

Well, I suppose 'how the bloody hell is this not a nervous breakdown' would be a place to start. I have seen some wild things, but considering I'm not actually tripping right now...a quick where I've found myself this time and why would be lovely.

[If only this could truly be considered a holiday. Some people do think of Wonderland as a reprieve from their homes, but those people tend to have pretty terrible situations that they're dealing with back where they come from.]

I know it might feel like you've gone mad, but this is all real, I promise you. [Regardless of what Martha says, though, Mandy will have to come to that realization on her own.]

It's called Wonderland. Like the books, and some of the details are the same too. Magic may not exist where you come from, but believe me, it exists here. The closet's only the beginning.

Well, reality is always a little subjective, isn't it? After all, I'm sure most people wouldn't believe half of my life's actually happened.

[she still doesn't believe it, some days]

Wonderland? [now, that at least does shock her a bit. She knows the books and the little cartoon film well enough, as anyone who enjoys dabbling in hallucinogenic drugs would] God, tell me I am not the only person here who has been struck by the ridiculous urge to start singing White Rabbit.

[she's hoping she's not the only one who knows Jefferson Airplane. That would start making this place a bit more hellish]

No magic, unless you're talking about the very...personal sort gained by ingesting special mushrooms, no. But I'm not sure if that's much stranger than being married to someone convinced he was an alien. Tell me, though, are the books and all that accurate when it comes to the Queen, then?

[she only remembers a bit, mostly about the Queen of Hearts, because everyone knows her. The Red Queen and the whole bit about the chess game never caught her interest as much]

[Most people wouldn't believe half (or more) of Martha's life has actually happened either, but this isn't a contest and she doesn't need to let Mandy in on the whole space travel thing just yet. Not when she's already got so much to process.]

I'm sure you're not the only one. People tend to make jokes. [Except after a few days, it stops being as funny.

So on top of smoking, Mandy also does harder drugs. Once again, the doctor in Martha has to be held back as she focuses on Mandy's questions instead. What she does with her body isn't really Martha's business.]

Sort of, yeah. The Queen of Hearts is here, but she exists on the other side of the mansion -- the mirrored side. So we don't have to see too much of her, thankfully.

[There's something else that grabbed her attention, though.] He thought he was an alien? [There's a decently good chance he really was one.]

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The...mirrored side? I suppose there's quite a bit more than our lovely Queen over there, then? [Mandy hadn't looked at mirror yet; she's a wreck and past the point of being as vain as she was just a year ago.

She chuckles at Martha's question] An alien, a god, it all sort of became mashed together after a point. Fame and cocaine do a rather number on one's brain, especially when one is already an egotistical prick. [she would have said ambitious, not long ago. And she still gives he was that, too] His, ah..'persona', if you will, was an alien rockstar by the name Maxwell Demon, sent down to earth to save us all with his fabulous music. Problem was, he started to believe he was Maxwell, after a bit, which made things rather...interesting for those of us around him who preferred Brian

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There is, yeah. [Martha's ready to tell Mandy all about the mirror side and what to watch out for in regards to it, but she's a bit distracted when that explanation about her former lover comes out.

Maxwell Demon has to be one of the most ridiculous names Martha has ever heard, and that alone could convince her that this is in fact that product of a very confused mind, rather than anything actually extraterrestrial.]

That sounds... difficult to deal with. I hope he was able to find some help.

[At this point, Martha feels like she can't hold her own experience as close to the chest as she'd originally planned to.] You know, I have a friend who actually is an alien. You'll think I'm mad, but it's the truth -- we went traveling through time and space together.

[Mandy just snorts at the 'difficult' comment] If by help, you mean one person who was willing to hang on and enable him while the rest of us jumped ship, yes.

[she still isn't sure if she hates Shannon or pities her, these days.

She is taken aback by the bit about Martha's friend. She's inclined to ask what the other woman is tripping on, but--well, it's hard to dismiss anything right now]

Would it be too cliche to start in on the 'we're all mad here' business? What'd your friend look like, then?

[Martha had meant more like actual psychiatric help, but depending on what time Mandy is from, that may have not been readily available -- or if it was, then it may have been frowned upon.

Still, they've spoken more than enough about a man who's clearly no longer in Mandy's life. Whereas the Doctor is still very much a part of Martha's.]

It is an often-used quote here. And... he's here, actually. He looks human enough, but there's a dead giveaway in that he has two hearts.

[It's how Martha had found out what he was, after all. A bit strange to hear that through the stethoscope.]

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[Right then. Wonderland, that Mandy can accept with only a little disbelief; life back in London felt a bit like an acid-inspired fairytale back in the good days anyway. But this is something else altogether]

Ah. [that's all she can say, for a moment. She's tempted to ask Martha what she's on, but she's pretty good at telling when someone's tripping. This woman seems far too sober for comfort, actually]

Does he have some sort of sorrid mission, being back on Earth, then?

[Martha's completely sober, thank you very much. She drinks rarely, usually at social occasions, and she's never gotten anywhere near any hard drugs. Except for those she might prescribe in the clinic.

That question earns a laugh from her.] Nothing sordid, really. The Doctor spends his time going to different times and places to try and help however he can.

[Which means that sometimes it gets dangerous, and sometimes terrible things happen. But there's plenty about it that's loads of fun too, for anyone who has a love for adventure.]

Hmm. [she's almost dissapointed--while she's trying to distance herself from Brian's particular brand of self-centerdness, she does like people who do things for a little more egotistical reasons]

Well, the time travel business sounds exciting, although I'm not sure I'd fancy going back much farther from where I'm from. Hard enough being a woman now. What'd you do to get to go along with him?

And what time are you from? If you don't mind me asking. [Martha's been curious about that. Her guess is the 60's or 70's, as that's when rock music in Britain was gaining a lot of ground.

She very much agrees with Mandy, though. Going back in time is difficult, and even more so for someone of her race. She's been stuck there a few times, on top of it all.

Everyone always wants to know how she met the Doctor, so it's a good thing Martha doesn't mind telling the story.] Oh, he showed up at the hospital where I was a medical student. It ended up getting abducted to... the moon, so we had to work together to fix that. I suppose he decided he fancied me after that, so he asked me to go traveling with him.

I don't mind at all, I'd been wondering the same of you and just about everyone else around here, actually. The year was 1975 last I checked back home.

[if her device were on video at the moment, Martha could see Mandy's eyebrow twist quite a bit that her story. Really, she's heard more fantastic, but that was from people who were completely blazed and she can tell Martha is definitely not] Well, that's quite a first date if I may say so myself.

[A first date. Yes, it had almost felt like that at the time. Martha had gotten too attached too quickly, but how could she not have? The Doctor had been so charming, so exciting, not to mention he'd kissed her while expressly telling her that it meant nothing. As if there was any better way to get a girl's attention.

She feels very much like a different person now, and so she's able to laugh off that comment.] I'm from 2009. [Martha's pleased that her guess for Mandy's time period had been about right.] The people you meet here will be from a whole range of time periods... you get used to it after a time.

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