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Who: grant ward + you
Where: all over wonderland
When: 3/22-3/26
Rating: pg for now
Summary: ward's done hiding. it's time to make some connections.
The Story:

[ It's a good thing Ward's always been highly adaptable. Waking up in Wonderland? No problem. Realizing this is his afterlife because there is no way he could have survived getting his chest crushed? Well, he's learning to deal with it. It's not like he wasn't ready for it all to be over anyways. He just wasn't going to go down without a fight.

What's it been now? A week since he arrived to this ridiculous place? Ward hasn't seen a lot of Wonderland just yet as he's been cooped up in his room mostly; licking his wounds, biding his time, doing some research. But hey, what a room. Four walls. Literally. He probably could have come up with something better, but it's not like he needs much anyways. It could have been worse. He could have woken up in a coffin. Yikes.

All dressed up in a leather jacket, comfortable jeans and a crisp white shirt, Grant Ward takes a good look at himself in the mirror and asks himself who he wants to be today. Because walking out that door is a big deal. He's about to start a brand new chapter in his life. He can do anything. Be anyone. And what does a dead man want?

Well, freedom's out of the question. So -- how about a walk around Wonderland? And maybe some company? Come on. Is that really too much to ask for? ]

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[When he reaches the kitchen in his tour, he'll find Georgia, who's stopped by for lunch and more importantly, caffeine. She pops the tab on her Coke and turns towards him, raising an eyebrow over her sunglasses.]

You're new.

[She could be wrong. She pays close attention but even she can't notice everyone when they first arrive. Still, if he's not new, he's been keeping himself extremely low profile. Otherwise she'd at least recognize his face, if not know who he is.]

[ So much for just poking his head in for a quick look at the kitchen. Ward gives the girl an easy enough smile as he steps further in, trying not to seem too out of place in a magical mystery mansion. ] Yep. Newly arrived. Name's Grant.

So does everyone know everyone around here? [ He wouldn't be surprised if that's the case. Most of the residents are likely living in the mansion and Wonderland's not that huge. The fact they're all trapped here means it's going to feel more and more like a prison soon enough. It's still a step up from the cell he'd been imprisoned in at the Playground though. There's that for a silver lining. ]

Georgia. [She gives him a cool nod in greeting.] No, not really. It's a small mansion, but not that small.

[Especially with how often people leave or come. You never know if the person you meet will still be there tomorrow.]

But small enough that I do tend to at least recognize faces. You're either new or the sort who avoids the network entirely, and your clothes don't mark you as pre-phones, so the former seemed like a safe bet.

[ Ward's scrolled through the network, but hasn't been paying it much attention. He knows he should if he plans on keeping tabs on the people here; to get an idea of who he might be able to ally himself with if needed. He's used to operating on his own, but ever since his association with Coulson and his team, he's come to appreciate that kind of camaraderie. Sort of. He mostly believes people can't be trusted or depended on. That attachments make a person weak. ]

Pre-phones? Oh, right. The different timelines. I heard about that. [ Also the fact that not everyone here is from Earth or the same Earth even. Different universes. Different worlds entirely. It's all very interesting. ]

What's the deal with the network? Some kind of a social networking platform? [ He doesn't even own Facebook back home. ]

Sort of. Part blogging, part forums, part normal phone business. You can call people or text them or video chat, or you can post something that goes out to everyone. Only reason it's not exactly social media is that you don't get to choose your feed. It's everything or hiding it in your sock drawer and ignoring it.

[Not that she's done that a few times when she really needed to write and not be disturbed.]

Call me old fashion, but I much prefer a face to face conversation any day. [ He opens the fridge and grabs himself a bottle of water before taking a seat at the counter. He assumes she won't mind the company. He doesn't plan on staying for too long anyways. He's sure by now Skye's met up with Fitz and are planning ten thousand ways to get rid of him and he best make himself scarce. If Simmons' is here too, and he's still not entirely sure about that, but if she is here, he really wouldn't like to run into her just yet. ]

You from planet Earth? [ One can't be too sure in a place like this. After all, his next-door neighbor is a vampire from what is likely to be another universe entirely. ]

That is old fashioned. [Georgia says congenially. She takes a sip from her coke before responding.]

Yes, I am from Earth, though probably not the same Earth as you. [She smiles. There's no warmth to the expression.] People from my Earth prefer a conversation through a screen. That way if the person you're talking to up and dies on you somehow, they're less likely to bite you.

[ It should be silly and strange for him to even consider an alternate universe as being something that's within the realms of possibility, but his time with SHIELD and HYDRA has thought him that just about anything is possible at this point. It's likely why he's capable of dealing with being trapped here in Wonderland. Not that he has much of a choice considering this might be all he has in terms of an afterlife. ]

People coming back from the dead with a penchant for biting others? Yeah, it's definitely not a thing that happens back home. [ He did go through an entire seminar relating to "zombies" once. SHIELD likes to keep their agents prepared for the worst. ] So what happened? [ Can't leave a guy hanging after mentioning something like that, right? ]

[She raises an eyebrow behind her sunglasses. Zombies aren't the story anymore in her world, and yet, in some ways, they're the only story. They've been around for twenty years. Life goes on. People shy away from leaving their houses because they're letting fear rule them.

Zombies have never been the biggest threat to humanity. Not since the Rising ended.]

You'll have to be more specific. A lot's happened.

With the... biting dead. How did that happen exactly? Some kind of a biological warfare? [ That seems like the most plausible thing. He's curious about the how of course. Maybe even the why if it had been the fault of some organization bent on chaos and destruction for which some would think HYDRA's all about when in fact there's so much more to it than that. It's unfortunate he's never going to see the rise of a new world order back home. ]

[Her mouth twists, almost a smile.]

No, nothing like that. Be a fucking stupid kind of biological warfare, since it isn't exactly discriminating in who it kills. It was an accident. Two scientists with all the good intentions in the world came up with a cure for cancer and a cure for the common cold. Both worked, and still do. They just have this unfortunate side effect of also curing death, so to speak. We don't get sick. We do get up and try to eat people unless we're put down with a headshot.

It doesn't sound all too bad. [ Curing cancer is a big win. ] I mean, if it's common knowledge that the dead tend to rise again, shouldn't the government have come up with some kind of a way to deal with the... dying? [ Likely easier said than done, he supposes -- but still. ]

What else happened back home? [ Because he's guessing the whole rise of the undead thing is not the biggest problem. And he doubts killing a bunch of zombies is really that hard. Movies tend to exaggerate shit. But what an interesting world she's from. ]

[She tilts her head down, slowly raising an eyebrow over her sunglasses. Her tone is extremely dry when she responds.] Yes, the government should stop people from dying. Why did no one in my world think of it.

And again you'll have to be more specific. Home's a big place. A lot happened, and I have neither the time nor inclination to tell you every single thing of note. [She takes another sip of her coke. Caffeine makes her less murderous.] Besides, you haven't told me a single thing about your world. Seems only polite.

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