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WHO: Tinker Bell and you.
WHEN: 6/30.
WHERE: The mansion.
RATING: PG??? I don't see things getting terribly out of hand.
SUMMARY: Tink shows up in Wonderland. Comes into contact with puppies. Potential cavities, or something.

[ she's familiar with the cliche of something changing in the blink of an eye, but she's never taken it literally. when she was in the blue fairy's employ, perhaps, things were different - but since then, things have been gradual. lingering. steady inclines and steep cliffs - but definite, definite changes that are visible in retrospect. nothing happens when she closes her eyes and opens them.

this, however, is very, very different, and very, very literal.

it's not the scenery that catches her first, though it's certainly not the room granny had been kind enough to give her. no, it's the lack of color. the color that isn't plastered around. the grays, the monochrome. she stands there in the middle of a step she doesn't recall making, and stares. ]

Where in the...

[ she turns, and nothing. there's a sinking feeling, cold running up her ankles and something else that she ignores as she turns back around, eying the door in front of her as if daring it to open itself.

it doesn't take long before she comes to the conclusion that it's not going to, and warily (so, so warily), she turns the knob, and lets herself in. ]

Hello? [ it's quiet. ] Look, I don't know where I am, and if this is some sort of magic trick that nobody - [ did i say it was quiet? because those are definite sounds of paws on the floor. tinker bell frowns, looking for the source of the sound. ] told me about...

[ definitely nobody told her about puppies. so many puppies. so excited to see her. they come running nobody saw all of them knock tink to the floor right? because that's totally not what happened.

no, it is. ]

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[ There are plenty of perfectly likely reasons why someone would wander the corridors of the mansion looking utterly perplexed and lost; Abigail's done it a few times herself. But something about the degree to which this woman looks baffled makes Abigail think that, perhaps, she is going through the initial shock of arrival. Abigail has been here long enough to start to get a sense of the rhythms of when new people are drawn in, and this is all right on time.

Another day, she might have gone by and left this lady to figure things out on her own. But the presence of so many puppies over the last few days has left Abigail in an uncharacteristically good mood. So, rather than just brush by, she asks ]

Are you okay?

I - maybe -

[ that's honestly all she can muster right now. she'd manage better if the puppies weren't climbing all over her. it'll take her a while to figure out how she went from storybrooke and curses to puppies. it doesn't exactly fit the tone of what's been going on, now does it?

she does manage to poke her head out, and her expression is anything but happy. anything but amused. it's a downright scowl. ]

Maybe I would be if anyone here were actually inclined to helping.

[ Well, Abigail is the last person on Earth to blame someone for scowling. It's something she does often enough herself. She has gotten the idea from Will to walk around with treats in her pocket, to bribe the puppies into doing what she wants. With a little smile (only somewhat at Tink's expense), she pulls a handkerchief from her pocket, unfolding it and pulling out a handful of bacon, torn into small pieces ]

Come here. [ She says, holding out the handful of treats in offering, trying to draw the puppies away from the woman and towards her, instead. ]

[ the way it happens is almost like magic. she can feel the shift in the puppies' attention from herself to the bacon (and really, she's not sure she can blame them. and then they all pounce. there's a little bit of chaos as they push and bark their way over to abigail, but they're diverted enough to where she can stand up and brush herself off. ]

I guess I should thank you.

[ and there's a smile, however hesitant. ]

Not a problem.

[ She stays crouched where she is, the puppies bumping into each other and vying for position, eating out of her hand, all messy tongues and cold wet noses. Probably, she should take them outside and add them to the enclosure that Will built to help manage the whole canine situation, but she doesn't recognize this woman, and thinks it would be rude to just leave her ]

They took you by surprise?

I don't think anybody's really expecting to be taken down by wild animals when they walk somewhere, [ she responds, testily. she takes a step back, keeping her distance from the puppies lest they attempt to take her down again. sure, it's great for dog lovers. but tink's had her fill. ]

Even in Neverland, it was never that bad.

[ While Tink does have a very reasonable point, Abigail has come to expect, at least, the unexpected around here. Which is why she smiles a little, says: ] At least it isn't baby boars, this time.

[ Because yep, that happened. Abigail has the pet piglet to prove it. ]

Neverland? [ A small crease forms between Abigail's brows. ] As in, Peter Pan?

[ Is it possible there is more than one place like this - that pulls people in from all different worlds and is, inexplicably, named after an otherworldly realm from the greats of nineteenth century british children's fiction? The prospect of such a thing had never occurred to Abigail before, but it makes as much sense as anything around here .]

[ this time. that gets the blankest of stares out of tink and she falters. so yes, yes. maybe she was fortunate this time. that doesn't mean this is what she wants, but she suppose it is preferable to actual wild animals. at least puppies have been domesticated.

but then -

but then.

they got rid of him. he's gone, shadow and all, no longer taking hearts, finally failing. he's gone. ]

What do you know about him? About pan?

[ Okay, weirdly intense reaction, there. One eyebrow raising, Abigail answers, with a touch of friendly sarcasm ]

I'm familiar with his work.

[ No, but really, this lady looks way too intent upon the question, and something about the way she asked it just seems... off, so Abigail adds, less facetiously ]

Come on, who hasn't heard of Peter Pan?

What have you heard about him? Let's try that instead.

[ no, no, it can't be. she knows he's a story in some places, nothing but a happy boy who never wanted to go up, crossing swords with pirates, frolicking with mermaids, and - most pointedly - being unafraid of death.

it makes her stomach turn. ]

[ There is definitely something very strange about the way this woman is talking about a fictional character as if he is real. Abigail has had vague stories about people meeting fictional characters made real in Wonderland, but since it's never happened to her, she can't quite believe it. ]

I don't know. My mom read it to me when I was little. Never-never-land, Captain Hook, the Lost Boys, Tinkerbell and all of that.

[ Abigail's not doing anything to hide her suspicion and confusion. This is one of the weirder encounters she has had in this place, and that's saying something.]

[ she's made it to storybrooke. she's aware the most people view them as stories, but it's still jarring - and even more so when abigail mentions her name. ]

Never-never-land? [ tink makes a face. ] I guess something got lost in translation.

Translation from what?

[ Abigail is an intelligent girl, but the idea that the contents of Peter Pan might be real in some universe is such a foreign concept that it doesn't cross her mind. But she wants to understand, so she starts asking some questions of her own. ]

Is Neverland another place like this? Where people get pulled in and trapped, and the whole thing is inspired by a children's book?

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