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[vitaelamorte]

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Comments

[thebetterone]

[kate stares for a moment. barton. it could be clint, couldn't it? there was another cap, another loki. maybe he was from their world.

or maybe it was all just a coincidence, don't get too excited katie.]

Welcome to Wonderland. Got a first name?

[secondpotter]

[Albus turned to look over his shoulder at the large doors. He'd already had a glimpse of what waited them beyond the large mansion and he was curious if not a bit concerned. The longer the illusion lasted, the more Albus had begun to realize that perhaps this wasn't an illusion at all.]

Outside. I'm starting to get a very bad feeling about this. So maybe...

[Albus reached out to grab Roxy's free hand and drew his own wand.]

Better safe than sorry. Keep your eyes out for anything out of the ordinary, ok?

[He smiled at her and squeezed her hand. No need to cause too much worry, even if his mind was already contemplating the various scenarios they could have landed themselves in. Albus was always good at keeping a sweet, calm surface even when his mind was calculating beneath. In that way, Al lived up to both of his namesakes.]

cloud strife | ffvii (& compilation)

[nibelheims]

gardens ;

[ when sephiroth had pierced his body with the long, lean blade of the masamune, cloud had felt the shock, the pain— but most importantly, the defeat. afterwards was something of a mess, the greys and silvers of the abandoned concrete jungle surrounding them had blurred together, with cloud bleeding out slowly but surely over the dirty surface of one such crumbling building. body broken, failing him, he’d been fallen and unable to stand. it’s there that he’d thought of them, knowing this was it, he was losing. he was going to die.

aerith—

zack—

blue eyes close for just some seconds, yet it’s all it takes for cloud to find himself in the middle of neatly trimmed grass. his surroundings have shifted in mere seconds, turning from thundering death into something organic, and dully he notes the pain is gone as well, the wound, leaving behind only stained clothes and equally stained earth from where he’s landed.

no curing spell could work so efficiently, no materia was strong enough. ]

What… is this place?

[ voice hoarse, quiet, he’s slow in finding his strength, slow in gaining his footing. no matter what he’d expected, the lifestream appearing as a garden isn’t all too surprising, though cloud would have imagined a slightly simpler one. yet something tells him this isn't the place he should have ended up in. ]

[necrospeak]

[He jumps when she suddenly appears, but he calms down quickly and leans on the edge of the bed to take a closer look.]

Yeah... You are. Um, I'm Norman. Can other people... see you?

[necrospeak]

Um, no... I'm fine. This is just really weird.

[He's talking to a bird and he's not dreaming and he's not in Blithe Hollow and time travel, too. Nothing gets much weirder than that. And he thought the threat of zombies was as weird as it got.]

[indigenous]

Yeah, they can?

[ She squints at Norman, putting her hands on her hips (or, the edge of where her hips would be. ]

Is that not normal for you?

[necrospeak]

No. Where I'm from, only I can see ghosts.

[Well, him and his uncle. But his uncle is dead now, so it's probably just him now.]

I wish everyone could. Then they'd believe me.

[alikeness]

[ sorry gunn you're stuck with angsty teenage connor who the world just!! doesn't!! understand!! ]

What? [ immediately looks down. there's nothing wrong with him!! he looks like the same just-been-beaten-up-by-the-beast kid he's always been. defensively ] No I don't.

[ ... ] I think. Whatever. Are you alone? Where's Angel?

[ WHERE'S DAD ]

[twentyontheleft]

[ all together now... all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue: parents just don't understand ]

Should be with you-- Willow and Faith, too. If it ain't Quor-toth, then where the hell are we?

[ staring? no gunn is totally not staring. not at all. why are you brooding so much connor jesus it's like angel is right here in his face. gunn hasn't seen that look in a long ass time. it's actually kind of comforting? ]

[alikeness]

[ it's only been a few hours since Connor's seen Angel last, so he doesn't pick up on the shock as much. or maybe he's just attributing it to Angel being shocked that there are puppies everywhere. Connor grabs Angel's hand readily enough, since that means escaping his face down position on the floor. though once he's up he lets go ]

...Thanks. [ a bit gruffly. but he appreciates it, not that he can emote that very well. He looks at Angel. He should say something along the lines of 'i'm glad i'm not alone' or 'i finally found you!!'... instead. ] Where did the zombies go? Cause these are... Not zombies.

[ a puppy drools on his shoes. he looks down at it. ]

[twentyontheleft]

Had it in one.

[ the candid is nice but also puts gunn on his toes. probably a good idea to keep an ear out for stranger danger. ]

But I gotta say, wouldn't mind a little Terminator showdown. This place got a name?

[luckynumberthree]

Most people call it "The Bar".

[ Probably not the most helpful answer, and Simon knows it, if his mischievous smirk is anything to go by. ]

Also don't say that too loud. The terminator thing. This place has a terrible sense of humor when it comes to granting wishes.

[alikeness]

[ angel would buy him clothes from 1963 ]

[ the brooding look is looking a lot like the im so confused look over here ]

Well, he's not. [ is he mad or glad that Angel's not around? who knows ] And neither are... Willow or Faith, whoever they are. What are you talking about?

[twentyontheleft]

[ his sigh is the sigh to end all sighs, simon. ]

No, not this place. The entire wish-granting hell dimension. [ leveling a dude come on glare. that smirk may work on people who like that blond super handsome cupid's-bow-having rogue thing-- look just be real dude. ] Which is surprisingly unhellish... seriously, where the hell am I?

[twentyontheleft]

[ hey at least they wouldn't be a burlap sack special courtesy of a crazy pirate dad. psh. ungrateful. ]

You been whammied? We gotta get out of here. C'mon, we need to find the others. [ he's not dumb enough to actually try to pull the little demon boy away (look gunn has grown), but he does start walking. ]

[mourning_ghost]

A lot of people seem to think so. [It is strange to Nageki, but not to the degree other people seem to think it is. His experiences before Wonderland have probably helped him quite a bit in that regard.]

[formerlydangerous]

[Spike's doing absolutely nothing important. He has a mug of warm blood in one hand and a... well, it sure looks like 'Through the Looking Glass' but that just can't be right, can it? He's looking for clues that might help them gain some semblance of control in Wonderland. Don't question it. He's not enjoying it.

But then someone invades his room and personal space and he gets all hissy.]

Wha--[Someone's in Goldilocks' room and he's just plain fed up. He turns to rant and rave, but recognition sinks in.]--t? Really?! Can't a bloke get any bloody privacy around he--oh. It's you. Still. My point stands. If I've gotta be invited in, don't you think you bloody well aught t' show the same bleedin' respect?! People!

[Why yes, Sir Bitches-a-lot is certainly going to bitch. Among other things. He snaps the book shut and tosses it to the bed, taking a sip of his magically delicious animal blood.

Aaand, realisation in three...
two...
one...]

Hold on. When'd you get here?

[charlastan]

[Stan is too caught up in his angry muttering to catch her crazy muttering about birds and fresh meat, but he definitely hears someone call him a proper gentleman and that sure gets his attention fast. He straightens his posture and looks around...

...And there's a woman nearby. An older woman certainly, but a woman who must have been lovely in her youth - and definitely a woman who looks like she might've come from money, which is more than enough for Stan at this point. Pickings get kinda slim when you and everyone your age are a bunch of wrinkled old prunes.

At first he wonders if she was talking to someone else but nope, he's the only gentleman here. So, with a grin, he heads over to commiserate with her.]

I know, right? It's enough to make a guy wonder how those knuckleheads turn a profit at all!

[It's definitely not a good business model at all. They'd get laughed out of town in a minute where he's from -- though, then again, the Society of the Blind Eye might be kinda into it.]

So, uh. ...They give you an attitude about currency too? 'Cause y'know-- they're even ruder if they're turnin' away a worldly woman like yourself.

[Awkward execution, but in the end he stuck the landing. He's still got it! ....Kinda. Maybe.]

[charlastan]

[Stan's not watching where he's going, as he's too busy shoving his hands in his pockets and kicking pebbles like an angry child, so he's taken completely by surprise by that echo-y and unfortunately familiar voice. He shouts, and staggers back, but he regains his composure relatively quickly.]

You!

[He points at him, not even a little afraid to get all accusatory with a geometric dream demon.]

Who the heck summoned you to this dump? And where are they anyway? Seriously, I've been itchin' to punch someone in the face ever since I got here.

[He cracks his knuckles as he waits for the answer. Anyone who's dumb enough to summon Bill is probably a good candidate for a punching bag.]

[charlastan]

[Stan squints at them too. Ugh. Just what he needs - more freaky supernatural crud.]

Pretty sure they make my point for me - who would seriously give up their memories to those weirdos anyway? I'm not even sure they count as people, let alone legitimate men of business.

[charlastan]

[Hey, if someone's dumb enough to actually try and buy the Brooklyn Bridge, then they deserve to have Stan run off with several thousand dollars of their money and skip town.

...Not that he's done that or anything. Nope. You can't prove a thing!]

Eh. I wanted to see that they had. And what they had is a bunch of junk that's not worth even a half a second of a memory.

[That's not entirely true, but Stan learned a long time ago that the single most unbelievable answer you can give anyone is "nothing". Plus, the spirit of it's true - he doesn't want anything mucking around with his head if he can avoid it. Trouble is, he's not sure he'll be able to avoid it forever if he ever wants to get him and the kids out of here.]

[brainmeme]

I bet I could get 'em to laugh. Or cry. Or yell. Something. [Her squint turns into a determined stare.

And then she picks up a rock and throws it at one of them.]

[twentyontheleft]

Me?

[ let gunn just go ahead and make himself comfortable by depositing the semi on the floor while he gains his bearings by turning around and then back again to spike. wow this room looks like syd vicious puked all over it. (does it? the narration is taking a big leap here, sorry if that is way off!) ]

What about you? Somebody needs to tell me what the hell is going on here, cause this is not the day I planned on having.

Yitzhak | Hedwig and the Angry Inch | OTA

[silentnacht]

[ The last thing he remembered, upon waking up, was the haze of panic as he and Hedwig fought on stage, in the middle of a concert, as his head swam with Jack Daniels. He thought, with his back against the wall in an empty hall and his head pounding, that he had passed out. That maybe Jacek or Krystophff had dragged him off stage and to a quiet, neutral space while Skszp chased Hedwig down, or worse, saw to a ten dollars a ticket refund for the handful of people giving them a moment's attention. He's still drunk, he knows it. How long was he unconscious for? Where was everybody and why was there a dead silence around him?

It sent a chill down his spine still clammy from stage sweats.

Pulling himself up off the ground, he went wandering, trying to open doors and find his band-mates or anyone at all, only to find doors locked, the hall extending endlessly. With each door he tried his temper rose, until he was cursing and slamming on one, then the other, to no avail. He shuffled through his coat for his pay as you go piece of crap cellphone, only to find something else entirely. It wasn't his phone, but it was close. It was something. He fussed over it, trying to make a call, until all he could do was make a network post. ]

Hello? Where the hell am I? Hello? This is not funny, Jacek.

[ His slavic accent, it seems, gets thicker with frustration.

Not long after his attempt at networking, after he's found out exactly what's going on, the sulking rocker can be found drinking in the bar, pouring whisky down with the hopes that he'll be drunk enough to vomit and wake up. ]

[magisterium]

Now that's hurtful.

[Really? If any of Brennan's companions is going to be likened to a dragon, shouldn't it be the one who needs to be restrained whenever one is near?

Dorian dusts his hands off as Brennan makes his way through the hole, only to be interrupted by the hug-- startling for half a moment before he relaxes and returns the embrace, smiling as he feels a sense of relief wash over him. Being alone in this place had been tolerable, but having someone else here with him-- Brennan of all people-- was worlds better.]

Only the two of us, at the moment. There are others here, but none of ours. [No Varric, no Cassandra, no Solas, no Bull-- none of them.] As for where, well. I've had a few days now to get my bearings, and I'm still not sure I believe what's happening despite experiencing it.