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[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.]

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...Really? [Sorry if that doesn't sound sympathetic at all, it's not.] Nobody is going to blame you for what happens when you're possessed. You were a threat, you were put down. It's that simple.

And now you seem...normal. [ish.]

[She can't help but smile at that, so she shrugs and gestures for him to take the lead.]

... Th-thank you... That's very kind of you to say.

[Even with an obvious lack of sympathy, she'll latch to any scrap of kindness.]

Staying out of prison's harder than bustin' out of prison.

[only you, Rocket.]

And I'd enlighten you with the details if I had any. All's I know is there ain't no doors out, no outbound ships, and no wardens to smack around.

It's close enough to ours, but no. [For awhile, she might have considered that their worlds were one in the same, except that Simon's fell to pieces in 2012 while Sam and Dean had both confirmed that theirs kept going.] Not much of a world left. Overrun with zombies.

[Not fun.]

And yeah, as in clothing. Usually just when he's running the fitness center-- something about bright colors being more 'energetic?'

[She tends to lean towards 'eye-searing.']

Anyway, I'm sure you don't want to hear me talk about myself. I know it takes some adjusting when you first turn up here.

[Well, actually, he doesn't know where to go from here. He's gathered she looks like Maggie but isn't and her name is Bela, so he needs a second to think on what he should ask when she gestures.

He decides to start at the beginning.]

Are you new?

_{[Victor's natural preference is to side-step unappealing topics before outright lying about them. Lies take more maintenance and usually an intent to do harm, neither of which he has an interest in right now.

When she correctly pins the tail on the donkey, the creases around his nose deepen slightly, but he recognizes it's a waste of time to pretend he doesn't know what she's talking about.]}

Something like that.

_{[That's the short answer. The long answer is another conversation in and of itself.]}

I won't bother asking if you recall anything from the time we met. I'd assume not. You'll have to forgive my curiosity. I wasn't aware you were here.

_[Again.]

...[She's not even sure what to do with this girl. Or that comment. So...] You're welcome.

So. I think I was mistaken. Maybe this is your room. [And she gives her a bit of a wry smile.]

...I'll have to take your word for it.

[No, that's not how any of this works.]

How long have you been here?

Oh, thank goodness!

[She's genuinely relieved.]

I hope you find your room. Maybe I should put a name on my d-door... Oh, my name!

[And gives a polite bow.]

My name is... Mikan Tsumiki.

Nice to know everyone's world is going to hell. [Yeah, she has no idea how much of a future their own has, but she's definitely not betting in it's favor.]

That's certainly something. [Well...she knows there's a sexuality that can come from certain clothing, so she supposes she can't entirely knock the idea of energetic neons. But she really wants to.

But she shrugs casually.] It's certainly more helpful than discussing myself, if that's what you mean.

[She doesn't smile, but she wants to. It's obvious he has nothing on his mind to actually ask, but she'll play patient.]

Is it obvious?

[Right. She's supposed to answering questions, ah well, she tried.]

I have absolutely no problem with having a bitch on top of me.

[ Deflecting with sexual innuendo: check. ]

[Huh. Honestly, she's not even surprised that such a man is real. She's seen enough supernatural trinkets to believe that it's probably possible to bring back a body. Not that anyone ever should. But then, she doesn't make it a habit to care what people do with dangerous items or knowledge, so long as it doesn't affect her.]

No. [And her smile is tight. Because there's nothing more aggravating than not knowing what lies she's told. Or worse, what truths she's told. Or who she's angered or befriended. Though the latter is far less likely. Friends aren't something she has much of at all.]

Would you like to fill in the missing holes?

Yeah. Your name would be a good one to put on it. [Oh sweetheart.]

Bela. [Since she's apparently known by some people here, it's the easiest name to give.] A pleasure. [But don't expect her to return the bow.]

[She smiles dryly.]

Unless she has you bent over with a spiked pole, I'm not particularly interested in the details.

You act like I wouldn't enjoy that.

[ Okay, that might be a little much, even for him. ]

Right. My apologies. It's not like we've had enough time to sit down and share each other's kink list before you sent your hellhound after me.

_{[Again, Victor favors her with a considering look before replying. He has the impression she's a questioning sort, shaking trees so that she can gather information to assemble into an advantage later--a trait of an intellectual mind.

Better the enemy you know. Ignorance can be that enemy.]}

Would you care for that?

_{[To hear details from a stranger she would have no way of confirming?]}

Those memories could return in time and we met only briefly.

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

You can't think that that was personal. You sold your soul. What were you expecting?

It does seem to be going around.

[Simon and Sam, Rick and Michonne, Ellie-- she's heard similar stories with different twists from so many people. It's good to know that their world didn't end, even when it was apparently supposed to, though she'll never have the opportunity to see how things turned out.]

Well, I do aim to be helpful if nothing else. [Largely, anyway.] Guess three years here makes me a veteran now, so I can fill in all kinds of blanks you might turn up with.

[She's not one to take anything at face value, but she'll sort out lies and truths herself later. For now, her curiosity is piqued, and it's in her best interest to get some idea. So she arches an inviting eyebrow before making her way over to one of the library tables where she sits down and nudges a seat out with her foot for her current companion.]

On that chance that I won't get any memories back, why don't you indulge me?

Considering I brought you the colt? A little leniency. You changed the deal on me. [And that's just sour business.]

[You and her both, sister.]

If you're offering a Q and A, I suppose it'd be silly to turn down. Perhaps somewhere a bit more private than a video chat?

[ He is dramatic and they... were medium-sized problems, at least. ]

Something like seven. [ Hard to remember, what with Wonderland time being... not a thing. ]

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