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[ Somehow, she hasn't seen him. Despite her determined watchfulness of the mansion and its residents, both on and off the network, she hasn't noticed. Not until this day, when Snow White is walking down the hallway, deep in thought, does she realize that her ex-husband is here.

He's here and he's more or less making love to a pile of treasure and she isn't at all surprised, except she is. Snow comes to a grinding halt outside of the door, device and a series of books in hand.

A little voice in her head tells her not to look, that it isn't worth it. That her peripheral vision is lying to her. Despite herself, the princess turns slowly, very slowly, eyes creeping toward the open doorway, and... ]

Charming? [ Oh, lord. They aren't at odds, exactly, not in the way they used to be, not since he'd actually had to suffer under the burden of the job he'd thought he wanted, since he had to put up with Beauty and Beast all day, but... well, he did cheat on her with her sister.

So Snow just stands over the threshold, forever judgmental. ]

Do you honestly think that matters any more? Take a look around - even if this was Gortys -- which, really, are you looking? because this is definitely not what that thing is supposed to do -- it would mean you already made it do it's whole [vague hand gesture] thing. Your obsession with Gortys, while cute? Waste of time. There are other vaults and other spoils all over the universe that have nothing to do with your imprint. But, you know, A for effort. It was a solid plan.

[he looks down at the gun in his hand, and then back up at her]

You know what, just for trying to psych me out like that, I'm gonna give you the benefit of picking the kind of gun you'd like to die by. Elemental more your style? I've got a sick slag shotgun. Also this weird taking sniper rifle - pretty sure its programming is fucked up to hell and back. Still, it'll be great to hear it insulting you as the bullet tears through your body. Sniping at point blank, haven't done that much before...

[Anybody else might express shock at being (figuratively, thank god. For Snow's sake, if nobody else's) caught with their pants down in a giant pile of treasure. Instead, Charming takes it in stride because, let's be honest, this probably isn't the first time.

Still, it's a voice he didn't even know was here, so he looks up from where he's being particularly intimate with a large diamond and narrows his eyes.]

Snow?

[Wait. It's starting to register now. He looks down at the pile, back up at Snow, back down where his pants are partially unzipped because I lied and back to Snow.]

I'd say this isn't what it looks like, but...

[Well, you know how that went last time.]

[Bigby was simply walking past the room when the commotion caught his eye. It was the fishbowl effect - an open door draws a curious gaze and this... damn, he wished he hadn't looked.

It was Charming - his version unlike the other that had shown up and thrown a lovely monkeywrench in his friendship with Mary Margaret. This idiot was one he knew and wished that Wonderland would have kept him in whatever hole he'd managed to crawl into the past few decades. Or was it centuries. It didn't matter. Bigby was not a huge fan of Charming but it was more indifference than outright hate. Charming kept his distance aand now here he was... masturbating with money.

Great.

Bigby lit a cigarette and leaned against the door frame, clearing his throat to let his presence known.]

You must have been pretty fucking bored or your exhibitionism is getting the best of you.

[ dEAR GOD why draw attention to your pants. Oh, wait, this is Charming.

Snow steels herself, taking a long, deep breath. Maybe she should take up meditation. Yoga, or... maybe it would be better, even, to move into one of Wonderland's local caves and never set foot in the mansion again.

Of course, she won't do that, but it sounds very appealing. ]

But that would be a grievous lie. [ She adjusts the stack in her arms. ]

Well.

[ And she turns on her heel, hurrying away!! ]

[ It is a bit like the Nibelheim Mansion, but much larger, and that alone is enough to make the entire thing feel ominous. On top of the fact that they have no idea where they are or how they ended up here, which is never a good situation for Cloud to be in. He's been clearheaded for quite some time now, but that doesn't stop Tifa from fretting over him all the same.

She keeps that to herself, realizing that getting into that right now (or ever, maybe) isn't a good idea. They'll figure this out together, they'll make it make sense. If Tifa and Cloud had been able to work through the discrepancies in his memories together, then they can do anything.

It doesn't seem like Cloud has any hope of remembering the end of that battle right now, though. Maybe it will come back to him in time, but compared to how bad his memories had been before, this is a small thing. Tifa keeps her expression neutral as she leads them in through the double doors, which open up into a huge entry room with a ceiling that towers over them. It would be breathtaking if it weren't for the circumstances.

She spins back toward Cloud on her heel and shakes her head. ] You passed out after the fight, so maybe that's why your memory's hazy. But he's gone. [ Hopefully for good, this time. ] And after that, it started to rain... it was from the Lifestream. It cured everyone. [ Tifa bows her head and smiles to herself before finding Cloud's bright mako eyes once more. ] It was her.

Let's... just go. [Dipper tugs at Grunkle Stan's arm. He's pretty sure the vendors don't care about being yelled at. He's also pretty sure he'll eventually be going there himself to try and figure out something to do to deal with Bill. He doesn't want to risk pissing them off. Maybe he can talk them into taking a bad memory or something, but Grunkle Stan's yelling probably won't improve his odds.]

I don't think anything that involves losing a memory is too good to be true. That's already pretty bad.

[ anna has endless optimism, something elsa will never quite understand but will always and forever adore. she lets her sister take both her hands, entwines their fingers and smiles at the thought that she can do this now without being scared of possibly hurting anna with her powers. ]

Everyone are but it's not all bad. they had magic wardrobe that gives you whatever you wish for and tea rooms full of little cakes and chocolates.

Hey, watch it or I'll throw you next!

[Making fun of the elderly is terrible and she should be deeply ashamed. ...But not really. Actually throwing someone sounds kind of fun.]

We could try punching 'em. They look pretty punchable to me. [And he punches a fist against his palm to emphasize this.]

[She slips around another corner, doing her best not to be seen. It's helpful, she thinks, that this place seems huge. But then again it's not helpful, the next thought tumbles, that this place is huge.

But it's not Pylea.

Fred is almost, absolutely completely certain that it's not Pylea.

At first she thought maybe it was just a dream, something jumbled together by the three-day Chinese from the mini fridge in her office and some attempt at a nap on the couch there. But this is real. Too real. And hairs that hadn't stood on end in years were making their presence known. Each and every one, painfully waking up.

Another corner.

Another room.

...this time full of books. A library?

At least somebody likes to read.

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[Human, yes, he'll grant you that, but there's no denying that as humans go, Dorian is rather exceptional-- at least, that's always been his personal opinion.]

Because, Brennan, they just--

[He cuts himself off with a low snarl of frustration, heaving a sigh as he presses his index and middle fingers to his temple.]

That's just not how it works, dear heart.

[Simon's defense gets an amused snort in reply. Well, at least he's honest-- Dorian can appreciate that.]

Beer seems like it may well be a necessity in this place.

[Although it's not generally his drink of choice, he's happy to make do with what's available.]

As for bad puns, I know a dwarf who would find that an admirable quality.

[Runs in the family. Something like magic, then, and just as jarring as he imagines a child's first accidental spell must be to a southerner.]

So it's only good for communication.

[So he says. It sounds dangerously close to blood magic, in his opinion, as most things that have to do with influence over the mind do, and though he dallies in some questionable areas of magic himself, there are certain lines he's never cared to cross. That is one of them.]

Well, that must be useful, if startling.

[Morrigan isn't the only new arrival to find themselves taken by the library. Dorian had been drawn to it like a moth to the flame; it was infinitely larger than the collection Skyhold had managed to piece together between salvage and donations, and the ever-changing nature of this place meant that he could spend days on end among the stacks and not even begin to make a dent-- which was, consequently, exactly what he'd done.

He looks up from his book when he hears someone moving a few aisles down, frowning when he hears the unfortunate sound of a volume hitting the floor. That simply will not do, but when he goes to investigate, the surprise of seeing a familiar face is enough to keep him from lecturing-- right away, in any case.]

Morrigan? And here I thought we'd seen the last of you for awhile.

[ it was her.

cloud stills again at that, breath caught in his chest as he lets that ever-present sting of pain over any mention or thought of her slide through him. it makes sense though, he'd felt her presence in the church as well, had been cleansed with her rain.

she wouldn't leave the rest hanging either.

and tifa has that knowing look in her warm brown eyes, like she knows a secret he doesn't, and that she's letting him in on it right then and there. when they were children it might have made him uncomfortable, desperate to know what she was thinking, but by now he's learned it's her way of telling him what she believes in.

when he realizes that he still hasn't answered in any way, cloud nods. perhaps he had been in an explosion, it would explain the gap in his memories once more... but it still didn't explain one crucial thing. ]

It still doesn't make sense of this place. [ with tifa here, and speaking of victory, it means they're not in the lifestream. they're not dead. but then, what else could this be? cloud lets his gaze slowly track over the entry room, taking in the details that make up the mansion, and then finally settles unnaturally blue eyes back on her familiar face. ]

I've never seen this before.

[ where oh where have they landed? ]

[There was a time when Morrigan could count the number of people that knew her name on one hand. Still, anyone who knows her name is not someone she plans to run into possibly... ever again, so when she hears her name she turns quickly, eyes wide and jaw clenched.

But it's not just the voice she doesn't recognize. The man himself, though he speaks like he knows she's left the Warden and her group, she's never seen in her life. She made an effort to avoid the small armies the Warden had gathered over their journey, so she's unlikely to find the answer there either.

No, she can't find a place for this stranger in her memory. She'll have to ask him herself. She narrows her eyes at him suspiciously.]

I am sure you will see the last of me yet. Meanwhile, perhaps you could shed some light on how we have supposedly met, hopefully to remind me why I am meant to be avoiding you.

[Then she can get right back to it.]

I assure you, the purple is all natural. [She poses, showing herself off.] So what else can you do? Fly and shoot fire and what?

Ehh, you can punch 'em. I don't think I should be punching people if I can help it. [Even Amethyst has a line she doesn't cross. And apparently throwing a rock is free game, but punching isn't? It makes sense to her, okay.]

Either way, if throwing a rock doesn't do anything, punching probably won't. Maybe I can... scare 'em! [At that, Amethyst transforms into a very large and very toothy werewolf, growling and barking at the vendors.]

[ Figuring he'd pushed enough buttons for the moment, Brennan chuckles and reaches out to brush a hand against Dorian's arm. Casual, but contact all the same, a familiar and almost soothing gesture. ]

I will take your word for it, Dorian. You'd know better than I, after all.

In the meantime, what can you tell me about this place? Why are we here?

I'M ΉΣЯΣ ӨП VΛᄃΛƬIӨП, DIDП'Ƭ YӨЦЯ-

[His eye looks a little smug.]

-GЯΛПD-ПΣPΉΣЩ MΣПƬIӨП MΣ?

[ She doesn't let go either, sees no reason to. She'd left to spend some time with Korra, after all, even if this isn't exactly how she imagined it going. Then again, there were few ideas that Asami had held about the Spirit World, she's just sure that this...isn't it. ]

This isn't the Spirit World at all, is it?

_{[When the Inquisitor frees himself, there's a mage waiting for him on the other side, feather pauldrons and all.]}

What did that hedge ever do to you? Something deeply offensive, I take it.

_{[The blond poses the question on the grass not far away, head tilted, hand on hip. Of all questions to pose when one has recently found themselves in a foreign place with potential dangers all around, it's the least pertinent, but jesting does make Anders feel like he's on stable ground, a feeling he could desperately use more of.

His eyes drop to the source of the green light.]}

And the glowing--is that normal?

Something like -- [And she's gone.

Damn it Snow. Pushing himself up from the treasure pile... and slipping a couple times, because it turns out walking on treasure is hard, he chases after her.]

Snow, wait!

[It's certainly an odd image; a hurrying woman with a stack of books and a disheveled man trying to catch her. Between his own long strides and the fact she's got a stack of books, it doesn't take very long. And because his brain never really... works, like ever, he grabs her arm to try and get her to stop.]

Normal for me or normal in general?

[ Brennan quips the words in a light tone as he steps through and out the other side, sheathing his blade once more as he turns to eye the mage waiting for him. The outfit is familiar - something that many of the apostates in the rebellion favored for reasons he'd never paused to think about all that closely. This mage in particular isn't someone he recognizes, however. While he's always a little cautious around unknown mages, his posture is still easy and friendly as he cocks his head curiously and studies the stranger. ]

And yes, it was deeply offensive. It wouldn't let me out. You wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?

[Stan just rolls his eyes and lets Dipper pull him away, taking his arm back after a moment or two. He doesn't care whether they like being yelled at or not - someone ought to be yelling at them and if Stan has to be that someone he's more than willing.]

That's what I'm sayin'! They're even bigger crooks than I am!

[He sounds...a lot more offended by that than he probably should be. But hey, he takes pride in being the biggest scam artist in town!]

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