+ FOURTH WALL EVENT: HOUSE PARTY +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: Wonderland's Second Mansion, near the southern walls
When: Sept 1st to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: It's a whole party mansion! Have a look inside, explore, make yourselves at home! And don't forget to have a look at the Fourth Wall Master Post for event rules, puzzle clues, and more places to mingle!
The Story:

Beginning on September 1st, something more than grass has suddenly grown near the southern walls. A second mansion has sprung up overnight! With only three floors and a strangely makeshift look about it it doesn't seem to compare to the original at first glance, but there's plenty enjoyment to be had inside!

The first floor houses a series of restaurants, diners, and coffee shops. No matter your style or intentions, this floor will find something to your taste! (Provided you, too, really love the colour red.) Of course all foods and services are free, and provided invisibly and without delay - no need to tip the unseen magical forces! ♥

The second floor is this mansion's beating heart - quite literally so! Disco beats shake this massive dancefloor 24/7, and the open bar provides party refreshments for responsible hydration and/or happy cocktail hour. Invisible DJ not playing your song? Man the turntables yourself, or sneak off into the karaoke corner! By the way, it doesn't take a keen observer to notice the common theme of this floor's design.

(Although it falls to the curious party guest to notice the peculiar paint splashes on one of the walls, and a little patience to stick around long enough for the travelling spotlights to reveal their message.)

Despite the busy party below, the third floor is surprisingly quiet, and pleasantly so. It invites crisp and clean comfort, be it to sit, to sleep, or to mingle in the comfy common rooms in front of their warm chimneys. From single bedrooms to large dormitories all guests have plenty of room to make use of fluffy pillows galore, be it to sleep on, to fight with, or to build.

Comments

riley abel ( the last of us ) so crashing your party

[jumpscaring]

( This was so cool!!! When Riley had first appeared she had been very ready to wtf and back out of this place, but then she saw how clean it was. How clear it was. It was quiet, there was no signs of Infected or the hell that was their lives. No military, no dirt and there was food. Lights, warmth.

She's still in the dirty clothes that she'd arrived in when Riley crashes into one of the diner booths, staring at a menu for a while before ordering at least half of what was on it. And when the food magically appears she doesn't waste time before tearing into it. It looks good, it smells good and it tastes damn good. She's picking at bits of everything, even eating the fruit that she'd accidentally ordered. Fresh fruit, can you believe it?

It takes Riley a while to get through her mountain of plates, and a little longer to sit there and enjoy just how good she's feeling. She's alive, the bite on her hand is practically healed, as if it never happened, and she's in- what? The best place ever? Or maybe it was Heaven, but that's a thought she's trying to ignore. Besides, she feels pretty alive and that's a good thing. It's just a shame that Ellie's not here to enjoy it with her. Ellie would love this.

After moving on from the diner Riley moves up the floors, her head looking into the second floor before moving upwards again, the comfy sofas of the third floor way more appealing than the dance floor. After entering the room Riley practically launches herself at one of them, lounging out on her back and enjoying the warmth from the chimneys. God, she wishes that Ellie was here. They deserved all of this )

i have no words

[backpacking]

[ As it turns out, Riley's wish will come true.

Ellie isn't about to miss out on a Wonderland party. Besides the fact that her friends will be there, she makes a point not to miss any of the big events, not when they have... none at all back home. She isn't exactly dressed to impress, wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, but at least the clothes are clean. It's a big difference from when she'd first arrived.

When it begins, the music is what really catches her interest. She'd poked through the first floor's many offerings, making a mental note to return when she got hungry, and then ascended the steps to the real party with a growing grin. Her first agenda item is to see if there's anyone dancing away that she can tease, or join, depending on the person.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, perhaps, there isn't anyone of note there yet, and so she moves on, sighing. The third floor is much quieter (boring!), but it's also different. She makes a point of sticking her head into the rooms, wrinkling her nose, still not quite seeing anything to maintain her interest.

Until.

She freezes automatically over the threshold, hand grasping at the frame. Her mind hasn't quite caught up to her body yet, but her body sees a familiar face and reacts with shock before she can process it. Her eyes widen dramatically, mouth falling open. The color drains from her face. Her heart pounds so wildly that it makes her feel sick and dizzy at the same time and she clutches harder to the entranceway, fingers digging into the wood until it hurts.

It can't be. It can't be, says logic, but this isn't a place of logic. ]

... Riley?

Diana Prince » non-resident » open!

[amazones]

[ This certainly is something.

One mansion as it was is weird enough to wrap her head around; this concept of a pocket universe somewhere, where a mere story becomes true, seems a near impossibility to her. Not that she can talk— weren't Amazons just that for the whole of human race for so long now? Some kind of legend, a distant story, a myth. Yet she knows she's very much real.

With her introductions made to Wonderland, though, she takes to exploring the second mansion, which, as she's learned from looking around and talking to older residents, apparently showed up out of nowhere at around the same time she and all the other new people did. Naturally, that should be enough to scare anyone, leave them worried and even a little reticent to step inside.

So naturally, here she is.

All around the first floor, she goes from one place to the next, dressed impeccably in an array of outfits that look both fashionable, expensive, and possibly practical to fight in (just in case). Although she doesn't drink or eat anything for the most part, at the restaurants she watches with avid interest as the food materializes onto the plates, and at the bars she distracts herself with a glass of some cocktail or another. Her eyes scan whatever room she's in with seemingly fleeting interest, but be sure that she's watching everyone nearby.

Although the second floor is a little loud and not at all to her taste, she ventures there too, taking a quick look around, and then staring at the splatters on that wall for long enough to commit to memory what it says there. She'll note it down later on, and while she's sitting on one of the couches on the third floor, she can be found with a notebook, studying that text and trying to figure out what it means.

Or she can be found dozing off where she sits too, having refused to go to sleep, and fighting off exhaustion and tiredness for so long that it's finally catching up to her. A decent night's sleep probably wouldn't do her harm, but call her paranoid for not wanting to fall asleep in this place. Who knows what could happen to her if she did. ]

[allaboutme]

[ dressed impeccably, you say????? that's enough to catch cordelia's attention, and she approaches the woman, oblivious to the fact that she is actually the same person that she dressed up as for halloween not that long ago... ] Oh my god. Those shoes are to die for.

D'Artagnan | The Three Musketeers | former resident

[strangeboy]

[ Though D'Artagnan has suddenly found himself not in King Louis' gardens, enjoying the sunshine and strange fishing pond, he can't say he really minds. Seated in a rather plush chair with a crackling fire in the fireplace and a full pot of tea next to him on the table has him in quite an agreeable mood.

This place seems familiar as well, as if he's been here before. Perhaps in a dream? Though his dreams are not usually so vivid as this. Still, he won't let the odd sense of deja vu shake him, and he'll sit here enjoying his tea, and perhaps a book.

Yes, don't look at him like that. He can read just fine. ]

[not_apriest]

[Aramis is moving through the house, trying to figure out a) why he was here again and b) whether any of the others were also here again. His memory was a little hazy, but he knows Athos, Porthos and D'Artagnan were definitely with him in this place.

He's a little relieved to see D'Artagnan, though it's weird he's so calm. Perhaps he's been here for a while.]

D'Artagnan? ...How long have you been here?

Isabela | OTA

[ivehadbetter]

[ At this point Isabela doesn't even bat an eye when things around Wonderland change. At least this event is letting them keep their memories, it just seems to have added another mansion and some parties. Also there are a few more confused people wandering around then there were before but that also really doesn't phase her. Not unless she knows some of them.

But days in Wonderland have become monotonous and she's an adventurer at heart so she heads over to the second mansion as soon as she catches sight of it (there might have also been an invitation but she didn't really bother with it).

She flits around the first floor a drink never far from hand. She takes in the different restaurants and bars, sampling food and drink from all and mingling with people she knows and also ones that catch her eye.

The second floor a little less appealing because she still is unsure about what these people call dancing, but she would partake if the right partner comes along.

More appealing is the third floor with its private rooms and inviting furniture. Someone lucky enough to find a private room with her will not be disappointed. Or they could help her build a room with fairy lights to set the mood. ]

[bloodmagics]

[Worry not, Isabela. The right partner has arrived. Even if the general atmosphere of the party itself is still... strange to Hawke. He's dressed pretty casually, having taken a look beforehand and seeing it didn't really have any sort of formal dress code.

Thank the Maker.

He slides up beside Isabela, linking his arm through hers.]

Just when I thought this so-called 'dancing' couldn't get any stranger.

Zelena | OTA

[wickedwest]

[Normally Zelena doesn't really do party things. They're not her style, and besides even if they were, who would invite her? But she's making attempts to not be grumpy and hole up in her room during this, so she's exploring the second mansion, mostly sticking to the first floor. The party on the second floor still really isn't her thing, and she honestly doesn't see much appeal to the third one, so here's where she'll be hanging around, mostly trying out the coffee shops.

She's not really trying to start up conversations, she really should get better about that, but she won't be as standoffish about participating if she's talked to. She's trying to get better at this whole actually socializing instead of making vague threats or ignoring people. It's just sort of a work in progress.]

[madehervows]

[Regina was here last time this happened, so the sudden influx of guest isn't as surprising as it could be. The second mansion, though? After the falling stars and the apparent quest -- and her own quest to destroy it -- to build a new one, how could she not investigate?

Plus, it gives her something to do besides drown in her own misery.

So when she sees her sister in one of the coffee shops, she heads over.]

Anything good?

Hercules Hansen - Pacific Rim - Non resident - OTA

[dropbear]

[To say he is disoriented is an understatement. But when you wake up in a house with no one and nothing familiar the only thing to do is punch back the immediate panic and try to sort it out.

And he tried. He really did, but damnit there's only so much a man can take before wandering grounds and houses it too much and he returns to the first place he showed up. The velvet booth of a bar he doesn't recognize. Herc has a feeling this is a booze addled dream but it feels far too real and yet there are no monsters poking their heads through his vision so.. it must be a nice dream.

He relegates himself behind the bar counter and pours himself a shot of bourbon. The good shit. Before downing it, going to pour another, and- thinking better of it- takes the whole bottle back with him to the booth. Which is where he can be found sinking slowly into a drunken stupor.

Wonderland already has one surly Australian ginger..surely there's no need for him but, here you go. Herc fucking Hansen trying not to have a panic attack.

Eventually, he'll go looking for answers again and can be found in a variety of places throughout the party mansion, most noticeably on the ground and third floors because he is far too old and far too tired to be anywhere near a disco.]

haaaaa i hate you

[suicidemission]

[ Raleigh dragged him in here. Raleigh and his utter lack of consideration or thought, dragged Chuck into a creepy second mansion because the blond, daffy bastard was curious and now Chuck's decided he needs a fucking drink, and this is the closest.

Raleigh's probably dancing shirtless in the disco or something, and Chuck just...

They're complicated. It's all complicated and complicated frustrates him and so now he's here.

Wherever here is, because he's still not sure that this random second house isn't some version of his one personal hell. It makes sense to hit the bar, to settle on a stool while the man behind the counter is bent over and rummaging for another bottle. Chuck pushes his hands through his hair, resting his face in his hands as he stares down at the bar top. ]

One'a whatever yer havin', mate.

Stefan Salvatore (CRAU) • non resident • ota

[stefanged]

[Another new world, another set of rules and people to get acquainted with. Great. Stefan's no stranger to the multiverse - hard to be, when this is his third entrance into the rodeo, but even he can't hide his surprise as he explores the area.

He spends most of his time on the first floor, sitting at a table with a eternally-full pot of black tea (with milk!) and a comfortable book. Or maybe he's writing intently in a hand-stitched journal, murmuring,] Is this another one of Atroma's plans? Or something else altogether....

[Or maybe he's on the third floor, struggling to hold his balance as he looks for a familiar face. For an immortal vampire, he's not very good at this dodging-pillows-and-blankets-thing.]

[itchtokill]

[In all of his wandering the first floor, Kol eventually spots a familiar face in a quaint little restaurant, hunched over what looked to be a journal. He perks a brow. When did he start that habit again?

Kol shrugs one shoulder and approaches him, easily dropping down into the chair across from him.]

What're you writing so seriously over here? [He asks, everything about his demeanor relaxed and the tone and air of someone who's overly familiar-- maybe even nearly borderline familial.]

Legion | Open

[forwearemany]

A second mansion had appeared.

This is an anomaly.

They had been informed of "events". Is this such an occurrence? It does not take them long to achieve consensus: they will "check it out".

The first floor does not interest them: they do not need to eat. After ascertaining that it is merely a collection of places in which to acquire sustenance, they ascend the stairs, and find the dance floor.

They watch the organics attending the party, headflaps fluttering occasionally. They do not understand organic fascination with auditory damage and self poisoning.

Eventually, they manage to discover the wall. Much of their time after that is spent studying the message.

[interspatial]

"Two and eight ... and another two-eight ..."

There's a woman also ignoring the party who is stood before the wall, journal in hand as she fills in the grid she'd scribbled out. Jane mumbles to herself as she goes, and she'd mid-thought as the sound of Legion's arrival draws her attention upward.

"Whoa." Jane's very eloquent observation is accompanied by her very wide eyes. Telepaths and lizard scientists haven't quite fazed her yet, but ... "Uhm. Do you ... like sudoku?"

Kol Mikaelson (CRAU) | The Vampire Diaries | non-resident | OTA

[itchtokill]

Kol had done this thing with the multiverse once before, and thanks to everything that made up Lawrence, Kansas, he'd been on little side field trips like this before as well. Or, at least, he was assuming it was a random and temporary field trip. He supposes if the whims of the multiverse so wished it, this could become a more permanent fixture in his life. He would be less than happy about that if it became true, though. But he'll give it the usual two week stint before he starts flailing about trying to rip people and things apart with dramatics. For now? He'll just enjoy the party.

On the first floor he's just getting his footing and trying to seek out a familiar face or two as he wanders idly through shops and diners of all styles.

Eventually he finds himself headed toward the second floor, where he mixes, he mingles, he chats and he dances all as easy as breathing because parties are one of the several places he feels at home.

Whatever this place is, and whoever runs it, they sure know how to throw an introduction party.

[easily]

Rebekah has always loved a good party, so it makes sense that that's where she would find her brother. It's a little weird that Wonderland has suddenly so many new visitors at once but it's probably one of those weird things people have told her happened here. For Rebekah, the multiverse is still a new concept for her and she's still adjusting to it.

When she spots Kol, however, her heart stops. She had known he had been revived back home but when Hayley undaggered her there had been no time to reunite with him. She certainly isn't going to give up the chance for said reunion now.

Which is why he's going to get a little sister wrapping her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Kol. It's really you."

Cory Matthews | Girl Meets World | ota, non-resident

[dadmeetsworld]

[ Cory follows the sound to the second floor, where he finds the dance party! After quickly rushing back to the main mansion for a change of clothes, he is in like the eponymous Flynn, dancing and getting his groove on! He does however notice the paint splotches and stop there to puzzle over them... ]

Sirius Black | OTA

[goodwoofjames]

1. The First Floor

[When he had pictured the second mansion the fallen stars had shown, he had assumed it was more about providing further space for residents-- although that had in and of itself been a mystery, given the fact that the normal mansion's space has always been essentially endless. Then again, he'd also assumed he wouldn't see it until he'd become the older, Azkabanite version of himself. And that it wouldn't show up out of thin bloody air.

So, all in all, finding dozens of restaurants is rather surprising. And a bit disappointing, to be honest. As he peeks into yet another room full of tables and booths, he sighs.]

Is this really it?

2. The Party Floor

[At least the party is as expected. He can't help but frown at the decorations, but given the fact that the glass in the mirrors has vanished and people are crossing over, it isn't surprising that the Queen is behind this. Unless one of the others is framing her? Or it's just Wonderland being Wonderland.

Despite his intentions to scope out the mansion for anything important, upon entering the party he starts to enjoy himself. He has a few drinks, dances alone or with anyone who'll have him, and when he needs a break, plays wallflower.]

3. The Third Floor

[Ahh, this is more what he'd expected. Still, he's surprised to find that the mansion has made good on its apparent promise of only three floors. It almost feels stranger to find it follows this logic, although it still feels bigger on the inside. That might just be due to how many people have suddenly shown up, however.

Not that this floor is as packed as the others. Sirius finds himself staying quiet and watching his step as he snoops around this floor, suddenly self-conscious.]

third floor

[wer]

[ Wonderland does seem rather crowded, where it hadn't before, which is why Remus has retreated to the third floor of the second mansion and is currently curled up on a pile of pillows, napping. ]

Alice Cullen | Twilight | OTA, total noob

[manicpixiedreamgirl]

[Alice loves parties! Sure, she's been sucked into an alternate dimension based on a book that's haunted her since birth- she assumes- but hey! It's fun! And there are so many amazing people here to talk to. And in any case, it's far better than preparing for a war with newborn vampires.

Gosh, she wishes she could eat that cake over there.

Alice trips around whatever party she's deigned to attend, chatting up the locals and confused newbies like her. Somewhere along the line she acquires a glass of something very red and very opaque. Just don't....don't ask for a sip.]

Hiii, I'm Alice. Are you new too?

[lotsoflaughs]

::By this point, Gabriel's been here for a few hours, which has been enough time for him to settle down and stop exploding lightbulbs. Along with getting his own drink to sip at as he drifts around to see what's what.::

Yep. Got here earlier today. I think our stay is just temporary.

::At least, it better be. He wants to go back to Medietas. Not something he thought he'd ever say, but then, the reason for it isn't here with him.::

Jean Pierre Polnareff | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo | Non-Resident

[fivenareff]

[All right, so . . . weirder things have happened to him, true, but not many.

Like, he comes from a place where orangutans and infants have magical superpowers; six months ago, he helped his fifteen year old don fabricate evidence he's been ruling the mob for years. He leads a weird life. So getting an invitation like this . . . well, it doesn't faze him. Not for long.

On the first floor, he's settled in a bar. He's pretty sure it's a bar; it's got alcoholic drinks, anyway. It also has food, and Polnareff eats eagerly. It's been six months since he's eaten proper food, all right, don't judge him for getting to enjoy some real pasta. While he eats (and sips at some wine), he watches the people go by. While he's certainly open to conversation with those he doesn't know, there's an air of expect waiting around him.

The second floor is given a skip, thanks, because he's not twenty-two anymore, but the third floor is quite nice. He's still waiting for whomever, but in the meantime, he's found quite a few books of interest to skim through. Polnareff is also far more open to talking here; he offers inviting smiles to anyone who catches his eye.]

[zigazigah]

[If there's one thing Trish Una cannot resist, it's a party. Even if it's not that great of a party — which this is proving to be to her very quickly with the lack of notable entertainment. She tried the second floor for a while, but ugh. Disco and heart themes... Who the hell comes up with this kind of combination? Maybe the food will be better.]

[And then immediately, who the hell cares about the food?]

No way . . . [she says under her breath. He's supposed to be stuck in that stupid turtle. He's not supposed to be out of it like this. But there he is. It's definitely him. Loud enough for him to hear, Trish announces herself with,] Polnareff!

[Brace yourself. Incoming pink missile hug.]

Aramis | Three Musketeers | Former Resident

[not_apriest]

[Aramis is walking through the house, looking for people he knows. He wasn't here yesterday...but he knows somehow that he was here before.]

hello~

[ex_alighthouse135]

[Some of the faces here are familiar, while others are not. Elizabeth didn't expect she'd ever walk through a door that would bring her back to this place again. Then again, one can never predict doors. Not the kind she's used to.

But then she spots an all too familiar face. Is he the same Aramis she knows or a different one? Will he even recognize her? She looks different now. A few years older, more mature, and of a different era than when he last saw her. She's experienced a lot since those days of Wonderland. She doesn't call out to him, since she's just not certain if he's the same man, but he can probably feel her eyes on him.]

Jacuzzi Splot | Baccano! | Former Resident

[crybabybootleg]

[ Don't mind this wussy hoodlum, who is presently gaping fishmouthed at the dance floor, with its brightly colored pinspots and flashing strobes, like a deer caught in headlights.

He's from the great jazz age, and he's never heard music like this... nor seen such a modernized bar, all backlit with heart-shaped neons. It's hard to tell at a glance is Jacuzzi is entranced, or completely terrified.]

Ho-ly smokes, this has gotta be the most jumpin' joint I ever seen! [ He finally marvels out loud, holding a hand to his head and still staring around at the dance floor with eyes as big as saucers. ] Would'ja just look at all that! Sheesh!

[selfcenter]

[Claire has been here for a bit, already marveled at the futuristic-looking lights and sights himself. He's had a little while to get used to the idea of something so far past what he knows as modernity. So when he sees someone looking around like they've never seen a party quite like this before, he's already interested.

When he catches a glimpse of the sword-shaped tattoo on his face, well, that's when things really get interesting.

From a little ways off, Claire grins.]

Like somethin' outta science fiction, right? I was surprised, too.

Leah Clearwater | Twilight | non-resident

[bitterwolf]

[ So here's one very unhappy wolfy lady all braced to be the party pooper. The only reason she is mingling on the first floor at all that it's where the food is, and she's keeping herself quite busy indeed. She's found a buffet, which is every starving wolf shapeshifter's dream, and just keeps picking at various foods while ignoring the people around her.

Occasionally, when she gets jostled, there will be a harsh, barked reprimand for people to keep their distance.

Once she's finally eaten her fill, Leah will be retreating to the third floor for some quiet and solitude, and doze on one of the very comfortable beds. ]

Ardeth Bay | The Mummy/The Mummy Returns | Former Resident

[medjaiardeth]

[Strange, the sudden falling sensation, but not falling. The arrival in a strange but familiar manor.

He steps into the hallway cautiously.]

Lavernius Tucker | Red vs Blue | Non resident

[teamperv]

Wherever this is, it's at least distracting enough to keep him from focusing on what had gone down just before he found himself in the mansion.

And he's most likely to be found on the second floor, drink in one hand and just watching the partygoers. He might even be convinced if you ask nicely or just ask

But trying to drink himself into oblivion sounds really good right now too. [End of final episode of s13 for canonmates. So yes, 'that' armor, not his typical set.]

Re: Lavernius Tucker | Red vs Blue | Non resident

[beforeblue]

Drinking himself into oblivion is something that Wash has become a fan of recently. This event is less awful than the last one, and everyone seems happy at least. Well, no-one is dying right now. Yet. Who knows how that will change.

He heads up to the second floor, curious despite himself about what's going on. It reminds him of some of the clubs on Casbah, the bass pounding along with his heart.

And then he sees a very familiar helmet and set of armour. Admittedly, not usually in that shade of... teal? Cyan? Whatever.

"Maine!" he heads over, waving for a second before sliding into the next seat. "When did you get here?"

Jeff "Joker" Moreau | Mass Effect | OTA; Non-Resident

[makeherdance]

[ Of course Wonderland's sense of humor would have the Normandy's pilot arriving in the massive dance club in the new mansion, the familiar pulse of music making him think for a moment that he was finding himself on Omega or one of the clubs on the Citadel. It's just disorienting enough that it takes him a moment of blinking around in confusion to realize that his surroundings are not at all like either place.

In fact, he's only seen this sort of deco at old retro clubs on Earth. Which is, of course, impossible. And when he realizes his comms don't work either and he can't reach EDI or the Normandy, he falls back on trying to use the strange communicator he'd been given, fiddling with the archaic tech in an attempt to make contact with any of his crew. ]

Shepard? Can you hear me? Damn, who still uses this twentieth century crap and why?

[ Whether or not he makes contact with any of the crew of the Normandy, he'll be cautiously poking his nose into his new surroundings, trying to make heads or tails of being unexpectedly planet-side and flagging down anyone who looks like they can fill him in on what's happening. ]

AYYYYY

[normandysbest]

[She's coded her device to forward all her communications to her omni-tool in an attempt to get less frustrated with all the tech around this place, but this always throws her for a loop when she gets a contact from someone in her old contacts list. Namely, Joker. Namely, oh god, why is he here too.

But she opens her omni-tool, and speaks a message back, immediately heading out to find him before realizing she has no idea where he is.]

Joker? When the hell did you get here?

Oh, and everybody uses this 20th century crap, because most people here are 20th century.

natasha romanoff | marvel 616 | former resident

[araneidal]

[ Wonderland's always been creative about food, and so Natasha's picked a seat outside a moderately crowded diner, with her pastry. The Widow's Bite emerges from her sleeve looking more like a bracelet. She nurses the coffee — there's plenty more where it came from. ]

[ The party isn't her speed at all, but habit demanded a glance. She makes a round with a half-filled champagne flute she's never seen drinking from, no use pretending to spill it on anyone for conversation; none of this calls for that. She'll ask you to try the punch if you have an empty glass. ]

[ Or, she might be found anywhere else examining the grounds. ]

[widows_kiss]

Welcome back.

[ Natasha finds her outside the diner, in possession of a coffee mug of her own as she sinks down into the chair across from Natasha's, something warm and a little unusual in the gaze as she drinks in the sight of the other redhead. ]

Agent York | Red vs Blue | Resident

[howkickassiam]

York hasn't been to a house party like this in a long, long time. He used to hang out at clubs with his friends, but they never really were his scene. He liked it when he could socialize, and clubs are too loud and raucous for that. Still, as long as he gets into the spirit of things, he can have fun. So when he enters the new mansion and finds that things are rocking the way they are, he decides to get into the right frame of mind to party. He grabs a drink and goes wandering, mingling around the edges of the dance floor, looking for someone who might want to partake in the activity.

"Hey," he greets when he spots someone who might be interested. "Wanna dance?"

[hatesimprovising]

This is basically the exact opposite of Wash's kind of scene, but then, this whole day has been utterly bizarre. It only gets more so when he hears a voice calling in his direction and turns to find himself staring at a face that's all too familiar. One he hasn't seen in years, but it's familiar as ever. For a good moment, he stands stalk still, just staring, and undoubtedly looking out of place given he's still fully armoured.

"Pretty sure I'm not your type," he replies eventually, opting for a light jibe in spite of his shock. This is Wonderland after all, right? God only knows what's possible here. York being back from the dead apparently is, and hard as that is to believe... he can't deny that it's really nice to see an old friend again.

Princess Buttercup | The Princess Bride | Non-resident

[onlycomparedtosome]

She's never seen anything like this. She's familiar with parties, of course, but Humperdinck never had access to this kind of facility. The pounding music, the flashing lights, are all a completely foreign experience to her. She had never had the chance to change after escaping the castle, so she still wears the wedding gown she had worn for her marriage to Humperdinck. She makes her way to the bar, smiling regally at those who manage to catch her eye, and orders a glass of wine. Things are different for her now that she's managed to escape the castle, and though she hasn't seen Westley here yet, she has full confidence that things will work out.

[itwouldbeatragedy]

Kaneki has been in Wonderland for a couple of years now, but hasn't seen an event quite like this. He's not even sure it is an event. He can't eat any of the food here and coffee doesn't seem to be on the menu. But he's never tried drinking alcohol, and so it might be an alternative, something he can get down and keep down without it tasting just vile.

He orders a glass of wine as well and glances over at Buttercup while he waits, having to turn his head to see her from the eye not covered by a patch.

"You haven't been here before, have you?"

Agent North Dakota | Red vs Blue

[stabilises]

Honestly, finding himself in unfamiliar surroundings doesn't actually register with him as much as it would normally given the moments before he'd found himself here. Shellshocked was a good word for his current state and he was more or less going through the motions as he walked through the mansion.

He was polite, of course, to anyone who crossed his path but he was looking for a place to be alone.

Or a quieter place anyway. Which was why he ended up on the third floor, found himself a seat and opened the drink someone had given him before taking a long pull from the bottle.

Not that it helped.

[howkickassiam]

York had gotten tired of the party scene after an hour or so. There was only so much of that he could put up with, and he wandered away, thankful to find the relaxing environment that had been set up upstairs. He wanders in, grabbing a pillow and holding it to his chest, wishing he hadn't had quite so much to drink.

And yes, he's pretty tipsy, but he'd recognize that face anywhere. There's no surprise that registers—he knows Wonderlands' tricks, after all. He approaches without a word and sits down beside North. "Hey," is all he says.

Victor 'Goddamn' Sullivan | Uncharted | non-resident, ota

[goddam]

[He had planned on attending a party of sorts, so the older man in the tuxedo looks suitably dressed for this one. Possibly a little formal, depending on your standards. But not totally out of place.

...which is how he feels. What the hell. He should be in Italy, helping the kid see to his non-dead brother's continued ability to exist in that state, not wherever the hell this is. Part of him wonders if he's tripping out the way Nate had a few years back, but since there are no melting walls or demons or man-eating spiders, probably not.

He won't kick up a fuss, though. That won't help. So he explores, seeming amiable enough to anyone who approaches him, and from time to time he might strike up his own conversation with someone who strikes his fancy.]

Victor Sullivan. Quite a party, isn't it?

[But eventually he goes outside to smoke.]

[nascensibility]

A little contemporary for my blood, but no less well-executed for it.

[Comes the clipped, but not unwelcoming response from the woman adjacent. Her dress suggests less "formal dinner party at the family estate" and more "eveningwear for a themed fête," if the theme was The Mid-1930s and wasn't actually her reality.

She turns, then, to appraise the newcomer - and most of them are newcomers in the sense that Evelyn has been in residence for over five years now and knows the populace as well as she knows the library - and falls to politesse.]

Evelyn O'Connell. You're a recent arrival.

Agent Washington | Red vs Blue

[beforeblue]

One the one hand, events usually lead to trauma and suffering and Wash has learnt not to trust them in any way. On the other hand, no-one has tried to kill him yet, and he hasn't tried to kill anyone and he and Carolina aren't on opposing sides of some bullshit war and he's still himself. He's counting that as a win.

And trying to ignore the niggling worry that maybe he isn't actually himself. Maybe he just thinks he's himself and really this is just another event trying to fuck with his head. It's uncomfortable. And that way lies a spiral of madness and it would be far too easy to plunge off the deep end with it.

Existential crises aside, he's curious about what's going on. Suddenly there's a whole lot more people hanging around, and a lot more to do. Staving off boredom takes precedence, and he explores as much as he can of each floor.

[hatesimprovising]

Don't count on no trauma just yet, Wash.

The third floor is quiet, thank god. Since finding himself here, it's felt like non-stop noise and over-stimulation, but here? Here he can actually hear himself think and it feels like there's some amount of separation between him and the weirdness going on. Not much, since the biggest part of the weird is just being in this so-called "Wonderland", but he figures this is probably the closest he'll get, so he'll take it.

Little does Wash expect to turn around and find himself facing... himself. And it's definitely no mirror, because he's fully armoured and the 'reflection' isn't. Then there's the other's babyface. Wash hasn't found that face looking back at him in years, so this is officially freaking him out a little bit. Wonderland, he can handle, but facing his past self? He's not so sure he's prepared for that.

"And just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder."