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Natasha Romanoff ([personal profile] widows_kiss) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2014-04-21 06:51 pm

[OPEN] Ready or Not...

Who: Natasha & whichever unlucky souls stumble across her!
Where: the kitchen
When: evening of 4/21
Rating: PG-13ish? There might be cursing but hopefully no violence. Probably. Maybe? >.>
Summary: Hello, Wonderland! There's a spy rooting through your drawers. Wait, that didn't come out right...
The Story:
Natasha knows something is off before she even opens her eyes.

She's slumped over a solid surface, her head cushioned on her arms, toes just barely reaching the floor beneath the stool or whatever it is she's perched on. She goes from the unawareness of sleep - or unconsciousness? - to high alert in the span of a heartbeat, although visibly she doesn't so much as twitch. Her breathing remains calm and even as though she were still deeply asleep, but she's already cataloging what her senses can tell her without the aid of her eyes.

This is not her sofa, where she's fairly certain she'd drifted off a short while earlier. Her thoughts are clear, not clouded or foggy, no telltale traces of a foreign agent responsible for missing time and changed locations. She's unhurt except for the lingering ache of still-healing injuries and as far as she can tell there's nothing restraining her. It's quiet - no hint of anyone else around, although she waits almost a minute to be sure before letting her eyes slide open.

The kitchen's unfamiliar. Large, well-equipped, tall windows letting in the warm rays of a setting sun. There's a bowl of fruit at the other end of the counter, simple and unassuming. Nothing is familiar and nothing stands out as obviously out of place, other than her. It's just a kitchen. One she's got no idea how she arrived in, but at least she's apparently been given the freedom to look around.

Natasha slides off the stool to prowl around the room, checking the windows first but there's no one in sight, just an ornate stretch of gardens outside. Her second task is rooting through the kitchen drawers in search of a knife or anything else she can use as a weapon.

She's not sure why she's here, if she's in danger or not, but she likes to be prepared for anything, just in case. And call it paranoia but waking up somewhere strange and unfamiliar - no matter how pleasant - rarely results in anything good.

On second thought, maybe she'll borrow a few knives...
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[personal profile] possiblymad 2014-04-22 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Loki isn't one to sneak off for a midnight snack. Or a mid-afternoon snack. Well, for any kind of snack in general, but he's spent the last few days (week?) barricaded in the library with a simple illusion cast over himself to keep him out of sight while he diligently researches everything he can on this Land of Wonder. Several kind souls recommended reading that interesting tale called 'Alice in Wonderland'. He also found several other pieces of literature linked to the very same. One, in particular, called 'Through the Looking Glass'. To be quite honest, they were not exactly his cup of tea, but he suffered through them for information's sake.

Now, that leads to his current predicament, in which he decided it might be a good idea to actually ingest something semi-decent and rehydrate his body, when he walked in on a rather curious sight. Said sight was rummaging through a drawer of cutlery, causing Loki to immediately retreat right back out of the room before she could turn. She probably heard him--he wouldn't put it past that crafty cow--so he needed a disguise before she inevitably came after the intruder.

Out of view, a shimmer of magic washed over his form, concealing it under the guise of another, before he stepped back into view.



Complete with dark sunglasses, some scruff, a sharp waistcoat, tie, and formal shirt, he struts into the room with all the energy he can muster to appear jovial and light-hearted.

"Are you looking for something specific, or do you usually take to raiding unfamiliar drawers of cutlery? Seems like a strange habit to me, but who am I to judge, Miss...?" He prompts for her name, though he already knows it. He knows much more about her than one might imagine, actually, but right now, he's just playing the part of some poor defenceless human with no knowledge of the Avengers. A human who has been reading too much and can't seem to come up with a decent cover name that doesn't involve that god-forsaken book! Thus, Thomas Cheshire was born.
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[personal profile] possiblymad 2014-04-22 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)


He's certainly done his homework here. One might think that showing her a face that so much resembles that of a certain trickster, when he could so very easily have changed it entirely, would be a bad move on his part. Really, it only helped cover his tracks if he could misguide her with truths. It was a convoluted plan, but he had his reasons. Reasons that would become evident as time progresses.

"Ah, yes. That." He flashes her a sympathetic look, but the smile doesn't break for long. "So, you must be new here, then? Like the rest of us, we wake in a strange world without a clue as to how we arrived. You get used to it, I assure you." He offers up another big smile, never removing the glasses.

"Then let me be the first to welcome you to Wonderland, in person!" He doesn't dare drift much closer, but folds his arms casually, watching her intently behind those shades. "This place really does live up to its suggested name. A land full of wonder." His tone almost takes on that of a charismatic storyteller about to tell a fascinating tale of old, even raising his eyebrows suggesting the very same.

"You might think me mad, but you've been whisked away to another world, as far as I can deduce. It captures remarkable subjects from different worlds--universes, even." Oh, he's an open book, my dear! He'll give you whatever you want to know. In regards to Wonderland.
Edited 2014-04-22 17:58 (UTC)
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[personal profile] possiblymad 2014-04-22 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)


"No more than it makes you Alice. I'm merely another victim such as yourself. I'm Thomas, by the way." Very Midgardian. Snatched it right out of another book. He hesitates briefly before unfolding his arms and extending one to offer her a customary handshake. Whether she takes the proffered hand or not, he continues anyway, "Believe it or not, this entire realm is made of people like us. Ask around. Surely you have a communicative device, do you not?"

Loki can change his body language, his voice, his appearance, but his way of speaking, well... It was difficult to incorporate human slang when one knew not the first thing about it. "Ask any one of the many residents trapped here and they will all tell you the same. You're not a very trusting sort, are you?" Oh, how he smiles. Honestly, he's trying very hard to be as charming as possible without seeming fake.

Fooling those pathetic mortals when he arrived had been simple. Child's play. Currently, he faced a formidable foe when it came to deception. She was highly trained in the art, making her trained to detect it as well, and he knew that. What he was relying on to carry this act was the simple fact that he wasn't lying. Beyond the name, he'd been truthful with everything he said.
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[personal profile] possiblymad 2014-04-23 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)


He grips her hand gently in a brief gesture that is separated in seconds. He was so very aware of the hand behind her back, guessing it might just hold a weapon. A fork or knife, something from one of those utensil drawers, if he were to guess. If it was indeed there, he also knew how easily it could end up embedded in his body if the notion struck her. He might actually be a bit surprised that it didn't. Leading him to guess that perhaps she wasn't yet armed. He lets his hand fall away when the introductions are over with, still smiling. Always smiling. Much like his new adopted surname.

"Yes, a mobile or what have you. They seem different depending on the origins of the holder." He reaches into his pocket and produces--not his phone. His phone is a Stark Industries model that he found on his person. Completely transparent. However, the phone he does produce, seems to be a blackberry. Something he saw when he was back on Earth and was able to quickly enshroud his own cellular device with the disguise. Honestly, he wasn't dumb enough to flash a phone branded with "Stark Industries" etched in the glass.

He toys with it for a moment then slips it away again. "Signal's very limited here. You can only make local calls." He joked.

"There are. Many others, actually. You'd be surprised. The entire community seems to be comprised of abductees."
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[personal profile] possiblymad 2014-04-23 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)


"I don't have an exact number, but an approximation? Well over a hundred." He answers with a bit of thought. "As to why? Well, I'm not entirely sure. Our delightful captors don't say much. I myself haven't been here long, but perhaps one of the older residents may be able to answer as to what exactly their motive might be."

Honestly, if he wasn't under suspicion, he would be sorely disappointed in her. But he has his reasons for choosing this face. His face. One of those reasons might just be because Loki has already shown his face to many here. And if she met Tom Hanniger and Dean Winchester... well, that might throw a wrench in her immaculately honed ability to grasp her situation.

"You might find your world turned a bit upside down now that you're here. Or, perhaps, you're used to such spontaneous and incomprehensible situations. Things like shapeshifters, children with unusual powers, magic... mind-blowing to say the least."
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[personal profile] possiblymad 2014-04-23 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)


"Helpful? Why yes, I think I might have a snippet for you." He smiles, and he might really look like Loki here. He can't help it, but he's just having too much fun! Who knew he could be so entertained while being so honest?

"There are things here--things that were here before the lot of us--that don't follow normal rules. From what research I've done, some of these things are helpful. Or rather, they don't cause immediate harm. While others... are monsters that cannot seem to be slain. A creature known as the Jabberwocky terrorises this place. It's large... violent... wild... hungry... and seemingly unkillable." Each word was drawn out with brief beats between for effect. He hopes to instil a certain image in her mind. He might even be using a tiny bit of persuasive magic to encourage it to the forefront. Big and green. "I've also been told a pair of Queens struggle for reign over the land, as well."

And he backs off the intensity with a smile, leaning back as he'd gradually pressed forward for effect. "But I've not seen it, so they're just stories, for now. What I have seen is a land that defies logic. A library with countless sources of information. A room that shifts to suit the owner's preferences. And a closet that produces whatever you ask of it. With low accuracy, of course." He seems to have backed off considerably since his intimidation moments ago, as if it never happened. "Were you fishing for something specific, Miss Natasha?"
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[personal profile] possiblymad 2014-04-24 11:15 am (UTC)(link)


"The Red Queen and the Queen of Hearts. There was once a Queen Alice, but I have heard not of her fate. It seems the Red Queen and the Queen of Hearts are the only two with proper power over Wonderland, despite their wicked tendencies." A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but he didn't dare let it grow further. "The Queen of Hearts seems to have control of the other half of Wonderland. The side beyond the mirrors. I have met, quite unfortunately, my counterpart peering back at me through the mirror." Yep, they don't like eachother. At all. The minute those words '!tluaf ruoy saw htaed reH' came to realisation on the glass, he was done. They lingered on every mirror he passed and followed him, fuelling his anger.

"You and the rest of this land, my dear. Not a single soul I've asked can answer that query. So, of course, no offence taken."
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[personal profile] possiblymad 2014-04-24 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)


"Oh, but of course! This is Wonderland, after all. Tricky place, this. The mirrors lining the walls, any mirror you come across, is a window to the other side. We cannot hear them or directly communicate, but writing on the surface of the mirror seems to get the message across. That is, if you're skilled in reading mirrored writing. Even the network cannot penetrate the mirrors." He steps past her to lean against the counter, braced at his lower back, so he's still facing her.

"Making do? Some are. Others aren't. Many here will tell you that they are better off here, than there. You see, this place has been known to pluck you from the icy grasp of death. I myself experienced this." Oh look, there's the first bold-faced lie since his name, but it's delivered with no less honesty than anything else he's spoken. "So many don't wish to return to their fates. Others rally against the land fruitlessly while some bide their time in search of opportunities to present themselves." He glanced at her over the top of his shades. He was genuinely enjoying jerking the spider around in his web. He's sure she's suspicious, or possibly doesn't even buy a word he's saying, but she isn't acting on any of it and that in and of itself is a win in his book. How unfortunate that this persona will likely only be for her eyes.

"You don't strike me as the type to sit and wait for rescue, nor do you seem the type to outwardly make a scene without decisive planning. If you happen about an opportunity to escape, I do hope you will share the opening."
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[personal profile] possiblymad 2014-04-25 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)


His smile was pleasant when she spoke. Had she asked, he would have answered, but she would also find out easily enough on her own. It also amused him how she followed his movements, keeping herself defensively facing him. He couldn't hide the grin.

Then she zeroed in on something he said and he pulled his lips tight for a moment and nodded. "I was. Stabbed, actually. Run right through." His hand moved to cover his solar-plexus rather instinctually. And maybe, for a moment, genuine discomfort flashes across his features but it's gone as quick as it came.

"As are you. Is that a crime on your world?" That smile twists across his lips once more. "Then I'm grateful for your aid."
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[personal profile] possiblymad 2014-04-26 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)


This was a game. To say that Romanoff was just a good liar would be to say that Thor was kind of strong, or the Hulk was kind of green, or Stark was kind of annoying. Agent Romanoff was an incredibly talented lair. So it was a game as much as it was out of self-preservation. He wanted out as much as she did, and he hadn't the means to get there without aid, it would seem. Even deliberately calling for Heimdall had been useless.

"Well, it wasn't pleasant." But it also hadn't actually been fatal. "Is this a time in which it's troublesome?" The question was totally innocent, he swears on his father's life.

"I'm sure you will find something. And if I come across anything useful, I shall endeavour to do just the same."
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[personal profile] possiblymad 2014-04-26 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)


Her coy smile is met with one of his own, infinitely amused. They were of similar skill sets with many things intertwining to make them what they were. If they ever discussed their tricks of the trade, he would agree that the best lies contained the truth.

"Well, I can assure you, whatever secrets you have to hide that you wish not to be observed can be kept secrets if they are accidentally observed." He knew it was a bit cryptic, but it was also true. They can be. For the right price. Really, just so long as she proves useful to him, as well.

"As for usefulness, I can be very useful to my allies." And very, very hindering to his enemies.
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[personal profile] possiblymad 2014-04-27 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)


To that, he just smiled. A knowing, infuriating smile, or so he imagined. Because he knows that she knows, but neither of them are saying it for one sake or another.

"I was quite hoping to call you my ally, yes." And again, he looked over the rim of his douchebag shades (because honestly, Loki, there is no reason for you to be wearing them inside. Who do you think you are, Stark?), bright green eyes peering out at her from the darkness. "Natasha of... would 'Earth' be appropriate?"

Coincidences? Wouldn't it be an equal coincidence to find Loki trapped in Wonderland with her?
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[personal profile] possiblymad 2014-05-02 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)


Well, if she had made a contingency plan for Wonderland Abductions, he would be incredibly impressed with her ability to plan everything, and wouldn't feel nearly as defeated about losing to a hand full of human (and one God) mishaps.

Loki smiled pleasantly. "Then do feel free to simply call me Thomas." The mischief sparkled in his eyes, because honestly, he wanted to say Loki. And he almost felt it was implied, but he didn't say it.

"Let this be the beginning of a mutual partnership." He'll keep true to his word and shoot her bits of information he discovers via text as peace offerings. Because he knows she knows.

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