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[decadentdecade]

Video
[Bela is standing in front of the camera, dressed in pants and shirt and a brown leather jacket-rather common clothing considering the eclectic pile of clothes behind her. If anyone cares for those kind of details they'll see a wide arrangement of clothing, from suits to cocktail dresses to waitress uniforms and even a maid costume.]

So. The closet? It's a very nice touch, I have to admit. I certainly wouldn't mind having one back home. Though seemingly free food, board, and clothing just means there's a hidden cost. So what is our benevolent caretaker charging us?

And what becomes valuable in a place like this? Is there a currency in particular items? Favors? Souls? [And there's a wry smile there to indicate that might possibly be a joke.]

Or does everyone here work on altruism?

Action A: Wandering Wonderland
[Not one to idly sit when her surroundings are so undiscovered, and therefore a little bit threatening, Bela takes to exploring the grounds with a casual step that belies just how uncomfortable she really feels. She can be found idly touching decor along the walls of the mansion, or grabbing something to eat in the dining room, or eyeing the titles of books in the library even if she doesn’t actually reach for any right now.

[ooc: This is your find her wandering anywhere you want to option.]

Action B: An unlocked room is an invitation.
[After exploring the more open grounds, Bela can be found roaming the hallways. It’s a seemingly innocent gesture by itself, except for the subtle jiggle of a handle here and there as she moves about. Just her way of...well, casing the place. Not that she’s planning on stealing anything quite yet, but she’ll feel more comfortable once she’s got a good map of the surroundings and people around her since it doesn’t seem like she’ll be leaving very soon.

Occasionally, when she finds an unlocked door, she casually opens it just to get a good idea of the room-and on the occasion that someone is actually in their room without bothering to lock the door, well, she smiles sheepishly and offers an embarrassed apology.]

Oh, I’m sorry. I have the wrong room. [Ignore the subtle sweep around the room before she tries to retreat.]

Action C: A locked one is just a challenge.
[She’s good. For a while. But after finding so many empty and unlocked rooms, she’s a little curious to see what’s inside a locked one. And just as curious to see how easy it is to pick a lock on these particular doors.

So she chooses a random one in a rather quiet hallway, listens near the door for any tell-tale sign of shuffling, and when she thinks she’s in the clear, she kneels down and jimmies the lock, before pushing the door open. If there’s no immediate reaction, she’ll take a step inside. Just a quick scouting mission, don’t worry, she’s not here to steal anything.]

Comments

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[naughty_nurse]

[Mikan occasionally practices her nursing skills in her room, just to make sure her skills don't get rusty. She'd been wrapping gauze on the leg of what looks like a CPR dummy when Bela enters. She yelps, standing up, dropping the gauze.]

I-I'm sorry! If this not my room? I-I thought it was, but I must be wrong!

[decadentdecade]

[Well. Out of all the things she expects to see people doing in their bedroom, playing some h/c kink with a mannequin actually hadn't crossed her mind. It doesn't help that the girl in the room looks all sorts of frazzled.]

Well... [And she eyes the room before taking another step in.] I suppose I could look around and see if it's the room I was looking for? If you don't mind the...interruption?

[naughty_nurse]

[She backs up as Bela comes in, wringing her hands. The room isn't really decorated or even contain that much stuff - a first aid kit and a journal on the desk drawer, a drawing of her propped up against the mirror...]

P-Please, look all you want, I'm so sorry...

c. this should be fun

[rosswood]

[Alex, of course, pretty much lives and breathes by the "lock all doors and take no chances" policy. He also, as a result, does not get much sleep. Insomnia and long hours of restless nightmares will do that to a man. He used to be a heavy sleeper - you have to be, to live in a college dorm and not completely lose your goddamn mind - but given his own history, well. Let's just say he's not a heavy sleeper anymore.

Currently, however, he's passed out in a fitful doze in his desk chair. It's not the most dignified position, having left him half-collapsed on the desk itself, and while he hasn't progressed into out-and-out snoring there's definitely a thin trickle of drool pooling around his cheek.

The sound of someone picking the lock doesn't rouse him, but the sound of a door opening definitely does. Alex startles awake with a jump, adrenaline buzzing him him into relative wakefulness.]

Bzuhh?

[decadentdecade]

[Maybe she should have waited another second between pushing the door open and stepping inside, but lingering out in the hallway for too long runs its own risks, so she steps past the threshold, but before she can even take her first sweep of the room, there's the slide of a chair and other noises that accompany that startled jump that has her immediately tense and turned toward the quite obviously once slumbering man.

Well. Shit. And she holds one hand up complacently.]

Oh. [Because such an eloquent greeting deserves the same in turn, right?]

My apologies. I thought this was a...friend's room. I'm new. I must have gotten turned around.

[rosswood]

[Oh, what a mistake. What a convincing mistake. Alex manages to get to his feet with a bit of a wobbly start, scowling.]

You thought a locked room belonged to a friend.

[His gaze drifts to the door, now open. Yep, he definitely made sure to lock that after the last barge-in by that sleepwalking lady. He's gonna have to invest in a bolt job or something, seriously.

His hackles now thoroughly raised, Alex eyes her suspiciously. Judging by the faint sneer, he's going for intimidating.]

Yeah, let's try for the truth this time.

[...He definitely has drool on his face, doesn't he.

So much for intimidating.]

Video.

[lightgunhustler]

[Jo recognizes the woman on the other end of the feed almost immediately, despite the fact that their previous meeting in Wonderland had been brief-- they'd never taken the time to become friends, but it's hard not to take a special interest in people from back home, and she's quick to respond when she sees Bela's message.]

Memories. That's the cost.

[They go slowly, little by little, but there's no doubt that that's what Wonderland takes from them.]

Loss of freedom is a part of the deal, too, but you've probably figured that out by now. [A beat.] It's Bela, isn't it?

[decadentdecade]

Memories? [She repeats, trying to make sure the girl is being serious before casually shrugging. They can take all the memories they want. She has very few worth keeping. If anything, she's more bothered by the fact that it's not exactly a tangible thing she can steal.]

Well, I can think of worse fates. [Like the one she was supposed to be experiencing right about now.

But the recognition, well that gets the first real reaction from her, and a brow arches curiously. Because she certainly can't place the girl.] ...It seems you have me at a disadvantage.

[lightgunhustler]

It depends on who you ask, probably, but yeah, a lot of people would be willing to trade away a few memories if it meant sparing them from something nastier. People's opinions on this place are pretty varied.

[Her own are more generous than most, but she'll save that for another time. She smiles grimly, apologetic.]

That's-- part of the Wonderland package, too. If you leave for any length of time, you forget everything that happened here. You've been here before. We didn't talk much, but we met. We have some friends in common. [If Bela even considers the Winchesters 'friends.'] I'm Jo. I know Sam and Dean pretty well.

B

[nokidstuff]

[The room she steps into clearly houses two people seeing as how there are the same number of beds, but currently sitting and reading his comics inside is just one boy whose attention is anything but on the door when she walks in. He thinks it's someone else as he speaks up as soon as the door opens, half amused in his current reading.]

Michonne. I think you should read--

[He, however, cuts off mid-speech when her apology fully registers as coming from an unfamiliar voice and draws him to look up to her, to give her look of surprise.

And not just because she isn't someone he knows, but because she LOOKS like someone he knows. Of course with the exception of her voice, her clothes and the length of her hair, she was a dead ringer for his friend, Maggie Greene. She looks so much like Maggie even that he has wonder if he's just imagining the differences after a moment, though. There were too many similarities for it not to be her, you know. So he was stunned by this wide twist of events.

He set down his comic slowly, though, and eventually shook his head at her words. If it was really her, it was really okay she came in. In fact, it would even be good she did. If not... then he had to find out what this was. He looked at her straight on.]

...Maggie?

[decadentdecade]

[A child. Upon arrival and learning a bit about her location, she had just assumed that most of the unfortunate captives would be adults. That they had pulled children in too, probably should have been expected. But it still left a bad taste in her mouth. Which was why she was entirely set on walking right away from this one.

But then he's calling her a name and looking like he's actually happy to see her, and damn it-

So she releases the handle and takes a step forward into the room.] I can't say that's a name I'm familiar with.

[nokidstuff]

[And he remains looking something between happy to see her and puzzled up until she speaks again. Right then only is he more sure that her voice is not Maggie's and her saying that's a name she's not familiar with furthers his realization to the truth of that fact.

Carl doesn't quite scowl, but the happiness over his features fade then. He shifts to get up off his bed and stand up as she steps in more, being both curious or cautious.]

Then who are you?

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[ofletters]

Hey, look who's back.

[ It's hard to say how Sam feels about Bela these days; they hadn't interacted too much during her last visit and, back home, he hasn't seen her in years. As such, he'll look about seven years older (or more, considering everything he's been through) since they last met, by her standard. ]

But, you don't remember being here. [ He can be straightforward, but he doesn't exactly feel the need to break things to her gently. ] Let me know... last thing you remember, you were in some hot water with Lilith and that deal you couldn't pull off?

[decadentdecade]

[Her brows knit together slightly at the sight of..Sam. Last time she saw him, there were nearly the same age but he had such a boyish quality to him. Now, he looks...matured. It's almost an unfortunate change to see. A hunter's life though. Just another reason she avoided that.]

[She'd be insulted by gentle anyway. But that question does get a slight roll of her eyes.] Boiling, actually. Did you kill her?

[ofletters]

Hellhounds aren't known to be gentle.

[ He'd seen it firsthand... not that he's planning on talking much about when Dean was dragged to Hell. ]

Yeah. [ He'd been duped into killing her, more like. ] She was here, though. Not long ago.

b!

[lifeskills]

<sub>[On the passing occasions Victor Frankenstein leaves his lab for an extended period of time, the library is a second home for someone like him who finds greater comfort in fictional characters than the real thing.

That's where he happens to be when he wanders to a new shelf, glancing absently at the woman already browsing it nearby. He's good with faces, and even after not seeing one in Wonderland for more than a year and her standing in profile, he recognizes hers almost at once. It's easier to recall the details of a well-proportioned face than the details of their conversation, in truth. The sudden--and unexpected--recognition makes him pause mid-step for a moment.

First Emma, and now this woman. It seems as though old faces are reappearing in Wonderland on a weekly basis these days.

He doesn't speak up at first, but his gaze continues to wander back to Bela, quietly assessing.]</sub>

[decadentdecade]

[She certainly hasn't survived this long in her line of work without almost having a sixth sense for when she was being watched. And she likes to think herself a rather good observationalist. So it's not hard to discover she's being sized up by another man in the library. And since she's not doing anything suspicious or fascinating, she can only assume it has something to do with her actual person.]

You know. [She starts casually, as she reaches up to grab a random book off the shelf just to turn it over in her hand] Usually at this point it's polite to introduce yourself, or it's necessary for me to pull out my can of mace.

[And then she puts the book right back.] Which shall it be?

[voice]

[beatupgrass]

The cost is how freakin' annoying this place is. Hope you like bein' trapped.

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[decadentdecade]

Annoying how? [And she shrugs casually.] You're only trapped until you find the right door.

C... /cracks knuckles - pretend I'm not on hiatus

[sorryitasedyou]

[ She'd locked the door.

She'd locked the door when she'd stopped back in her room to take a quick nap, right? She'd like to think it was maybe one of the guys - maybe pulling a prank. She wouldn't put it past Blake or Tony, maybe even Sam although they might not be quite there yet. Definitely not Steve. While Jane had 3 degrees, lock-picking wasn't covered in one of them. So, she opts to go safe rather than sorry when the sound persists considering what had happened to her once upon a time at the hands of a mirror and later a demon. But, she hadn't heard anything on the networks and her phone had been fairly quiet. Should be okay, right? Sure.

Digging her taser out of her bag, she makes sure to set it to the human setting rather than the God one to start off. It tended to be easier to not have to explain herself too much. And most Gods she knew didn't pick locks.

Standing up from her spot on the couch, she waits in her room for the visitor to figure out the lock - taser leveled on the door when it finally opens. ]

'Sup.

[ So smooth. ]

/totally pretends

[decadentdecade]

[Seriously. How many of you people sleep during the day here?! How boring is this place?

Bela freezes at the voice when she steps into the room, eyes darting directly to the source before landing on the taser. Hm. Well. Not the worst thing she's has pointed at her, actually. But no less unwanted.

So she stills and makes sure her hands are visible in front of her, but she's not inclined to put them up. That's a display of surrender, which is not how she works.]

It seems I've found myself in the wrong room. My apologies.

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[goesdown]

It will only charge you your sanity.

[ And memories, of course, but Crowley doesn't want to be the one to break that whole thing to her. Really, it's not his problem. ]

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[decadentdecade]

...[Oh. It's you. The asshole who took the gun and she still died. Well, she has the perfect 'fuck you' smile for this occasion.]

No dealing your way out of Wonderland?

Video; lets pretend this is contemporary with her first posting the video

[soulonoscopy]

[Bobby pulls a face. He knows her, he's sure of that much -- or at least, knows someone who looks like her. He leans in toward the screen.]

Th'last one, mostly, so you'd better brush up on yer connin' skills. Not that I think they got all that rusty.

[He's sort of -- well, cautious. If she came here straight from hell, she'd probably be a lot more shook up. It follows, then, that she's from before that time. Lucky her.]

Video

[decadentdecade]

[Well. That's an interesting face to pop up on her screen, and she stares at him for a moment. The last time she had seen Bobby the boys had been jumping inside people's dreams.

She never did get the gratitude she deserved for that little adventure. Even if she had ulterior motives.]

Well, Bobby. Certainly looking better than the last time I saw you.

[And tsk. Bobby. Bringing up her conning on an open network.]