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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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[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!

[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?

[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?

[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.

[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.]

[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...

[She can't help the slight arch of a brow at the nervous fidgeting, the passive step back like she's relinquishing the room to her. It's pathetic in that sweet innocent way, and that grates on a nerve with its familiarity.

So she turns her attention from her and makes a lap around the room, eyeing the differences she's seen in empty rooms, and settling on the fact that there's really nothing of interest or real value here.

Except maybe the first aid kit.]

Are you a nurse?

[A jittery nod in response.]

I'm... I'm the Super High School Level Nurse. I-It's a title from my home... It means I'm the b-best at nursing in the whole country..

[She has to test the waters. No reason using her best work on something simple, is there? But, apparently this one isn't entirely stupid.

He's not entirely intimidating either though, and her head cants to the side as she's debating on whether she should take him as a threat or not. She really doesn't do well with threats.

In the end though, she straightens again and makes a gesture at the side of her mouth to indicate the drool he still has there.]

Was it locked? It felt like it slipped right open to me.

[And she gives him a sharp semblance of a smile.] Are you always this accommodating? Can I take a seat while you interrogate me?

A...Well, that's quite a title. [And a rather bizarre one too, but considering the things she's seen, she really has no interesting in judging too harshly.

Plus. It couldn't hurt to be on good terms with a nurse.]

So, you're just playing nurse with your friend there for fun?

[His eyes narrow as he not-so-surreptitiously scrubs at his cheek with the back of one hand, but his glare remains unmitigated.]

I always lock my door. Call it a precaution.

[He crosses his arms over his chest, but he's not about to trap her in his goddamn room and shut the door or something.]

I just wanna know what your play is here. Do you make a habit of going through other people's shit?

Oh? Are you that concerned about your wellbeing, or just that paranoid? [Or protecting something in the room? But since he's already accusing her of rummaging through personal effects, it's wiser to not say that part.]

Fine. I picked the lock. But that doesn't change the fact that I was looking for a friend's room. I don't even know who you are.

[So you know, an introduction would be polite, guy.]

Yeah, 'cause newbies know so many people here.

[Alex isn't really accounting for the fact that someone new would have a winning enough personality.]

Is knocking just too obsolete for you, or do you break into all your friends' houses?

[He's not even gonna answer the "paranoid" query, because uh yeah he might be paranoid but he's not about to admit it to anyone. Especially not anyone as shady as this.]

[She's just going to casually shrug at that accusation, because there's no way for him to disprove she has a friend. It's the easiest defense, really.]

I was told to wait in the room for them. [And she gives him a dry expression.] I take it you don't have many friends calling on you.

[Sorry, kid. She's just tired of the twenty-questions game, and the only reason she hasn't turned and walked away yet is she's not entirely sure he's not the type to go screaming 'breaking and entering' and following after her.]

Yeah, well, I tend to make friends quicker by not breaking into their rooms.

[Nope, he's not letting this go. He's had more than enough of people sneaking into his room while he's asleep - maybe a few of those times involved potentially supernatural entities, sure - for this to be the straw that breaks the proverbial camel's back.]

Hell of a way to get to know the territory. If you're really that new.

[So much for the whole insult-to-divert ploy.

Well. Fine. Since she's here she takes another step into his room and glances around at the personal decor before bothering to address just more accusations.]

I don't know what you're expecting. I told you what happened.

[A pause.] Do you really not recognize someone new? Are there that many people that have been brought here, or are you just the hermit type?

[He's more up in arms about the actual act of breaking into his room than anything else. His room pretty closely resembles your everyday university dorm, with the layers of accumulated mess to boot. He doesn't have anything of value. Not of monetary value, anyway, unless you count a couple shitty cameras that don't even work anymore anyway.]

Sure you did, pal. 'Scuse me if I'm not willing to take anything you say at face value, seeing as you broke into my room, and all.

[He's still not buying that story. Part of it's a gut feeling, and part of it's plain old skittish paranoia.]

[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?

[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?

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Look, it's awfully rude to ask questions and then entirely ignore the ones you're given in return. If you're not going to play politely, then I'm not going to stick around.

[And she shifts pointedly on her feet.]

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.

[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.

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.

[Alex huffs his irritation and advances a step or two. Again, trying for threatening, which is tricky since he doesn't exactly have the most intimidating frame. He's on the tall side, sure, but when it comes down to it he's still a twentysomething college kid with no special skills to his name, unless you count the skill to turn all video feeds to static.]

Polite? Look, I dunno what world you come from, but where I'm from people don't typically weasel their way into locked rooms because that's just how things are. What're you looking for? Huh?

What kind of threats do we have here? And how exactly do you sell your memories? [And here she is without her arsenal of stolen supernatural trinkets to help.]

Really? [And if the tone isn't flat enough, her expression is. There's obvious skepticism in that kind of information. But...considering where they're from, it's not exactly outside the room of possibilities.

But those particular names have her looking a little more interested, and if Jo is any expert on the subtle, maybe a little concerned. Friends is too generous of a word, but she didn't consider them enemies per say. But that doesn't mean that's not what they consider her. Attempted murder is funny like that.]

...Are they here?

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