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[cieled]

Who: Earl Ciel Phantomhive & Open!
Where: Around the mansion.
When: Early evening, on the last day of the event.
Rating: TBD (might be some zombie gore).
Summary: A disturbing arrival that is fitting for the little Earl.
The Story:

He was not a stranger to mansions, but this one was unlike any he had visited before. The rather diminutive Earl had retraced his steps - multiple times - and found himself in different rooms each time. Nothing made sense and to make matters worse, he was dead certain he was being watched - and followed. Pulling his pistol from his belt, Ciel tried to catch sight of his pursuer.

It was a shame for his general well-being that they were invisible. Their scent assaulted his nostrils first and he identified it without any trouble. Rotting meat. Gritting his teeth, he pressed his back to a wall, listening intently for footsteps; for the inhuman guttural growls he associated with the living dead.

I must destroy the heads. But how did he do that when he couldn't even see them? His free hand rose to touch his eyepatch, the seal on his iris radiating a sudden light behind the covering.

"Sebastian? Can you hear me?"

It was worth a try. He dodged just in time to avoid a ghastly bite, pointing his pistol at the thin air - or so it seemed - and firing once. Then he was running down the corridor, huffing as he sought cover. Any cover.

Comments

[cieled]

She was obviously not amongst their number - something that would baffle him considering death was rather final in his eyes. Wonderland would be an intense mystery for him in many ways as it often escaped the possibilities of logic.

"Event?" he sighed in frustration, resting his back against a wall, "You think someone is controlling them?"

Oh he had heard that story before too and it had proven false.

[naughty_nurse]

He didn't know? That could only mean...

"You're a newcomer!" She exclaimed, a hand to her chest. "Oh, of all the times to come... I'm so sorry this happened to you!" As if she had anything to do with it. But apologizing for things that weren't her fault was still a hard habit to break. Anyway, where to begin?

"Things like this happen once a month in Wonderland." She fidgeted as she explained. "Sometimes they're small, nice things... Other times, they're big, scary things... Sometimes it changes your memories, changes the surroundings, changes you... But they always end. Wonderland turns back to normal, and the extra things go away."

[cieled]

"...obviously." he jumped a little at her exclamation, his face paling of color, "Is this a common occurrence? The arrival of those who are nothing more than prisoners to this -" he waved a hand vaguely.

Apologies really wouldn't help him and Ciel was focused with deadly intent on what he should expect. Unless of course she was mad and he was having some sort of fever dream?

"What is the purpose of it? What does Wonderland gain from our agony, panic and confusion?" he had a sore dislike for things that did not make sense or served no purpose.

[naughty_nurse]

Mikan said nothing at first, except for quiet whining. Because, well, as far as she or anyone else knew, there was no rhyme or reason to Wonderland. Her eyes met the floor, uncomfortable. She was afraid of giving him an answer.

But, finally, she murmured. "Is it really so hard to believe? There are all kinds of people who enjoy agony, pain and confusion... why not a place that enjoys it?"

[cieled]

"Fair point." his lips twitched helplessly and he even began to laugh. To think a whole world could be like that. Oh he had thought as much of his world - and England in particular - but to have such proof was a bitter amusement.

"I must learn how to arm myself against it." as best as he could with the supplies he kept on his person and what he could find within Wonderland itself.

The sound of a body hitting the door brought their predicament sharply into focus and Ciel stretched out a hand, testing the barrier's strength.

[naughty_nurse]

The sound of the possible attacker made Mikan scream in fright, and a new stream of tears flow down her face. She scrambled to get away from the door - but she wasn't running away, not exactly. She was flinging open cabinets and doors, trying ti pull out all kinds of weaponry - the medical kind. Needles, bone saws, scalpels... all while sobbing.

"Uuu...I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die...!"