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[theenforcer]

Who: Barbie and You!
Where: Around Wonderland
When: Arrival and throughout the month
Rating: PG for language, updated as needed
Summary: New to Wonderland and trying to figure out what fishbowl he is trapped in now
The Story:

Arrival on the Beach

Not being stuck to a magnetized dome is a good start. Except nothing looks familiar. Even the sky overhead seems different than how it had looked through the dome in Chester's Mill. It definitely isn't the same street he'd been on with an SVU barreling down on him and Linda. This isn't even the beach at the lake, which is a good thing as there is at least no scent of methane. Except all of those changes meant Barbie has no idea where he was.

Crossing his arms over his stomach, mostly to hide the shackles that kept his wrists cuffed together, setting off to try follow things up towards the structure he saw in the distance.

Around the Mansion

Rid of his cuffs and cleaned up a bit, Barbie has seen the flyers, and still none of it is making a lot of sense. So he sets off to explore the house of his new alien overlords to try and desperately find answers. Not that he isn't used to not having them, but maybe this time things will be different.

So he pops his head into a few rooms, checks out the food situation, and if he is seen turning faucets on and off a few times can anyone really blame him?

Exploring the land

It's not that Barbie thinks there's a dome somewhere around Wonderland under a miniature dome, but well, he's out searching for a damn miniature dome with a damn egg, and maybe a butterfly, in it.

Set up with a flashlight and some equipment from the closest after having learned about them, he heads out into the forests though at times it's closer to dusk than might be safe, exploring to see how similar this place is to the world he knew.

Comments

[theenforcer]

"So pretty much the same thing," Barbie says with a nod, though his tone makes it obvious he's not at all happy about that possibility. From the frying pan to the fire may suck, but it is better than being stuck in the same damn prison but with new games.

"Which is not reassuring, since we hadn't found a solution there either. No one here has mentioned an egg, have they? Like goose sized or so, and not for breakfast?"

[postictal]

"Not to my knowledge." That's a fucking story there, he's pretty sure, and his eyebrows lift incrementally, the only significant break in his otherwise fairly even expression. "I mean, you can get eggs from the kitchens, but...'s there anything special about this, uh, egg that would set it apart, maybe?"

Now he's wondering if there's anything in Wonderland lore regarding eggs. Hell if he knows. He wasn't brought up on fairytales, really.

[theenforcer]

"Naw. This wouldn't be in a kitchen." He pauses, considering that. "Or if it was in the kitchen, it would be noticeable. Under glass. Odd color. Not just in the fridge waiting to be eaten."

Julia is sure this is not a dome thing, but until Barbie's sure there's not an egg, he's not convinced.

[postictal]

"How odd are we talking here?" Sometimes stuff has been...known to come through with people, or be dropped into Wonderland in the event of certain unique occurrences, but he hasn't exactly been looking for eggs of any particular size or shape since...ever, as far as he can tell.

There's always the vendors, but he has a very specific policy when it comes to them. This policy is largely along the lines of: not worth it.

[theenforcer]

"In appearance? Just larger than a hen egg and under an unbreakable dome. In ability? Yeah, I'm trying to find it because I want to know if that is behind this place," he admits, seeing no reason to hide the truth in why he's looking for an egg, of all things.

"Which I've been assured it's not, but when you just left one place you were trapped in for another, you can't help but check, you know?"

[postictal]

"Hey, makes sense." He can't blame the guy for wanting to double-check. Tim's spent most of his time in Wonderland glancing over his shoulder and waiting for the consequences to nestle in the familiar shape of a too-thin, too-tall shadow with a white canvas of an empty face.

"You could ask for it from the vendors, maybe, but I wouldn't recommend it. I'm pretty sure you gotta sell memories to them for stuff."

[theenforcer]

That gets a raised brow. "Wait, what? That for anything you buy?"

Because why he's been told about a lot, no one brought up these vendor things, and now he can't help but be curious. In the most morbid way.

[postictal]

"They deal in specific stuff. Stuff you can't just get outta the closets, so there's a cost." Stuff for home, for example. George has proven that much, but it's not like she could tell him what she lost in the exchange. What she gave up for him.

And he's prone enough to memory loss without the help.

[theenforcer]

"What's worth giving up..." Though he stops, snorting as he rubs the back of his neck. "And suddenly thinking it's a band-aid situation. If they're going to take the memories anyway, does it matter if it's slow or fast?"

[postictal]

“The difference is between a word and a whole day, maybe even an entire person. If you figure it’s worth it,” well, he shrugs and lets the sentence trail away. It doesn’t matter to him what the guy chooses to do with the information now that he has it; it’s just important he understands the full scope.