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[selfworthbitches]

Who: Mazikeen and YOU
Where: the gardens
When: 4/9
Rating: PG-13 at least probably
Summary: Mazikeen is in Wonderland and now there's singing and fuck this she didn't ask for this.
The Story:

Ten minutes ago Mazikeen was on an airplane headed back to LA and ready to see her friends again. Because she weirdly misses them.

Now she's stalking through a garden, curved blades in hand, and glaring at all the brightly colored plants and clever topiary bushes. She has no idea where the fuck she is, but she knows she doesn't like it. She's passed five different people singing for no discernible reason! It's gross.

"Someone is going to die for this." Or maybe hurt. She hasn't gotten to let loose and torture someone in a while. She might be rusty. She'd have fun getting back into practice.

She passes another person singing and resists the urge to either slice their head off or stab her own eardrums out. Not being able to hear would be inconvenient if something more dangerous than singing appears, and Chloe would sulk if word got back to her about Maze murdering someone just for singing. Chloe gets uptight about so many things that Maze likes. She might like Chloe, sort of, but it's annoying as fuck. And sometimes she's not so sure if Chloe really likes her back, even if they are working out pretty well as roommates.

Someone else is singing. She glowers until she realizes it's... her.

"Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect
Like all your little cutesy humans do
Sorry I'm not made of sugar
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you
Well... I'm just your problem
I'm just your problem
It's like I'm not even a person, am I?
I'm just your problem
Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do
I shouldn't have to prove anything to you
I'm sorry that I exist, I don't get why you're always pissed
But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you
So... why do I want to?
Why do I want to...
To... bury you in the ground...."

Finally she manages to break herself from the spell. "Ugh!" She hurls her blade as hard as she can at a nearby fountain, shattering the stone.

It's going to be a long fucking day.

Comments

[thevulnerability]

Chloe has gotten used to the random outbreaks of singing at this point, and more often than not her own second hand embarrassment takes over and makes her run the other way as soon as it starts. Nothing could be quite as embarrassing as her having serenaded Lucifer the night before, but at least he was more musically inclined and, hopefully, found something endearing in the experience.

That said, she is striving to not repeat the offense anytime soon.

There's something about this voice in particular that stands out to her, though. Once the singing ends she hears the sound of crumbling stone and she bolts into a run, coming up to the fountain, and barely makes it there before she slides to a dead stop.

"Oh my God."

Is this seriously happening? And now, of all times?

"Maze?"

[selfworthbitches]

Maze turns and, oh, there's Chloe, who she definitely wasn't just singing about because that would be so dumb. She turns around, brandishing her other blade in Chloe's direction. "You did not just hear anything."

She probably wouldn't actually hurt Chloe. But threats are still on the table.

[thevulnerability]

Of course she has her knives. Chloe showed up with a jacket and her hair in her face, but Maze managed to drag along an arsenal. Typical.

"Okay, just... put that down."

She's less concerned about Maze hurting her and more worried about anyone else seeing this going on. Trigger-happy new arrivals didn't tend to go over well when it came to Wonderland.

Granted, Maze never seemed to go over well so there was probably no way Chloe was going to be able to salvage any of this. Ever again.

"How long have you been here?"

[selfworthbitches]

"That depends." She doesn't put the knife down, but she does stop pointing it at Chloe, for the moment. She spins it in her hand casually. "Where the fuck is here?"

[thevulnerability]

She drags in a breath. Chloe doesn't particularly like being the Wonderland welcome wagon; as a matter of fact, she actively avoids it. She can't with Maze, though, and really, it's for the best Chloe found her first.

Chloe has no illusions that she can control Maze, but she has a better chance of talking her down than anyone else.

"It's called Wonderland. It's a... Like a parallel reality. And we're stuck here." She moves closer, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've been here for almost a year, which I know doesn't make any sense but, it's true. The good news is, Lucifer is here, too."

Granted, depending on the timeline, that might not be good news as far as Maze is concerned.

[selfworthbitches]

"So what, it's a bad drug trip?" She'd expect that of Lucifer, but not of Chloe. Though Chloe's presence could explain just why it had affected Lucifer so badly. "What, did you suddenly get fun while I was in Canada?"

[thevulnerability]

"Maze, I'm being serious." She lets out an exasperated sigh, slipping out her phone. The best decision would be to call Lucifer and let him field this, but Maze is her roommate. Her friend. Chloe isn't about to just leave and let her deal with this on her own.

Still, she types a text and sends it to Lucifer. Maze is here. Fountain in the gardens, ASAP.

"There's these different worlds, parallel realities, that kind of float around and Wonderland tends to pull them in. Once there's any kind of overlap, people can end up caught up in it and that's how we end up here." At least the Cheshire Cat had cleared some of that up for Chloe. Having an insane explanation was better than not having any explanation at all. "Wait, why were you in Canada?"

[fortune_cookies]

Lorca was standing back, observing. As someone who just arrived in this place himself, watching how other people take it is interesting. Though he was glad that his arrival wasn't accompanied by a musical number.

"What'd that fountain do to you?"

[selfworthbitches]

She turns towards him and gives a smile that would be sweet if she wasn't still holding one of her blades. "That's the wrong question."

She stalks towards him, spinning her remaining blade in her hand.

"The better question is, if I could do that to a fountain, what could I do to someone made of soft, breakable flesh and bone."

[fortune_cookies]

Much better question. After all, Lorca is a strategist, and every person in this place is an asset. The new person with the knives that can destroy stone? Certainly a good asset.

He watches the blade in her for just a little too long, but nothing about him says he's intimidated in the least and instead goes straight to the introductions.

"Gabriel Lorca, and you're in Wonderland."

[selfworthbitches]

"That doesn't mean anything to me." Either his name or Wonderland. "Did you bring me here?"

[fortune_cookies]

"No. I didn't get here too long ago myself." Here comes the unbelievable part, "Someone or something here brought us here. I don't know much more than you do."

Simple and honest. He's still watching the knife in her hand out of the corner of his eye, just incase he has to defend himself.

[selfworthbitches]

"But you know something." He's pretty calm for someone being threatened with a knife. Interesting.

[theenforcer]

Not as bad as most, Barbie is still dealing with one emotion he's having the devil's own time shaking. Guilt. Maybe not in killing Peter, but in killing Julia's husband. In the things he's done for Maxine. About those he couldn't save in Chester's Mill, and all those that would still die.

Most of all, he's feeling guilt that he's out of the dome but they left so many behind. So, like many, he doesn't realize he's singing.

"So long ago
But there was a day
When we would play but all that's changed..."

Pausing in his steps but not his words as he sees a woman with a rather wicked karambit that brings him to a halt, watching her progress. Even as the words continue.

"Joyless and hollow
Still tried to reshape
The world for the good destined to break
I'm the one I couldn't save
I'm the one I couldn't save"

[selfworthbitches]

Maze bares her teeth, spinning and holding up the blade between them. She doesn't care about his sad song. She barely cares about her own besides wishing it hadn't come out.

"You will be the one you can't save if you don't start talking."

[theenforcer]

Barbie's hands come up instantly, showing he isn't armed. That he shifts, making sure his weight is balanced and he is centered is something else entirely. He isn't looking for a fight, but he's not looking to be gutted either.

"Already too late," he says, thinking about the words that he hadn't been able to stop. "Had a truck barreling down on me when I ended up here. What should I talk about? This place? Sorry. I'm pretty new here myself, but I can tell you what I've learned."

[selfworthbitches]

"Like I said. Start talking." She shifts in place, spinning the knife in her hand. He seems willing to cooperate, so she won't move to attack him. For now.

[theenforcer]

"The story, and it's definitely that, is that this is Wonderland. Like singing flowers, and drugged out writer and little girls trying not to get beheaded and all," he says, his gaze flicking to the knife. Well it hadn't happened. Yet.

"Basically we're trapped in a land of weirdness that twists the world around us and, from what I've been told, tries to kill us regularly." He snorts, smirking without emotion. "Oh, also, supposedly the place is going to war soon. That too succinct, or just enough?"

[selfworthbitches]

Yeah, she's not following at all. She doesn't really know much about Alice in Wonderland.

"...drugged out is the only thing that's made sense so far. I must be on the good stuff."

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

There happens to be someone sat on the other side of that fountain. Someone who pitches forwards and scrambles away with a loud exclamation of what the fucking hell-- as they're showered in dust and small fragments of stone.

That same someone wheels 'round, entirely unarmed and not looking the least bit like they want to get into any kind of fight, and briefly fix yellow-gold eyes on their maybe-assailant, their slitted pupils shown blown wide in the few moments before a pair of sunglasses are shoved on to hide them.

"Watch where you're throwing things!" Crowley snaps (croaks) out, looking wildly around himself for the blade. He hasn't yet caught on to the prickling up his spine and over the back of his neck that always announces the presence of another being like himself. "You could give someone a bloody heart attack."

[selfworthbitches]

Maze just glares at him, striding forward to snag her blade.

"Heart attacks aren't always fatal. I am. When I want to be."

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

"How wonderful for you." He brushes himself off, grimacing as some of the stone-dust refuses to be removed from his shoulders. It's difficult to act nonchalant with your heart pounding in your ears, but he's definitely going to try.

"I suppose I should be grateful you weren't actually trying to kill me, then, should I?"

[selfworthbitches]

"Yes," she says with complete sincerity. "You're welcome."

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Oh, Someone save him from people who don't have sarcasm on their planets. Crowley rolls his eyes, and failing to brush the last of the brick dust off with his hand, miracles it off his jacket instead.

It's a nice jacket.

"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine. You'll fit in perfectly."

[selfworthbitches]

"I don't want to fit in. I want to go home." She spins her blades again and they vanish. She scowls and crosses her arms, glancing at his jacket. "Neat trick."