entrancelogs | 001 :: >press any key to continue (arrival)

Who: Charlie Bradbury and anyone!
Where: Outside the mansion/entry hall.
When: January 1st, celebrating the new year newbie style! (Being confused)
Rating: Prob PG-13
Summary: Charlie's not in Oz anymore, Toto.
The Story:

One moment she's saying good bye, starting on her journey down the yellow brick road, and the next she's waking up beside a horse stable, propped against the side.

The high pitched whinny is what wakes her. Charlie comes to with a start, gasping and immediately regretting it as her nose is assaulted with pure horse. It's definitely not an odor she was expecting, which is why she chokes for a moment and starts coughing violently.

Once her initial shock dies down (and she's able to breathe again), Charlie pushes herself to stand, confusion starting to settle as she glances around. Anyone can see that this place? Definitely not Oz.

With more questions brewing in her brainspace, Charlie walks around to the front of the stables, checking out the horses she's had the pleasure of smelling today.

"You know, you guys look way awesome in movies and paintings," Charlie says this companionably as she crosses her arms, just having a friendly chat with the horses. "But in real life? Super smelly. Not majestic at all."

The horse closest to her snorts, pawing the ground. She gives it a suspicious look and decides maybe this isn't the time to make friendly with the animals.

"Gonna take that as my cue to get going. Later, my equine bros." Giving them a Vulcan salute, she turns around to take in the landscape and to figure out what's next on the agenda.

It's easy to pretend to be calm when it just seems so surreal. Like being in a lucid dream. That's what this has to be, right? As she starts a path down to the mansion, she doesn't feel so confident in that theory.

Oz is real, she was going to it. Who's to say she wasn't transported into some other kind of fairy tale world? And by the looks of this place, that's what it has to be.

Maybe there's be some dancing munchkins inside that can point her in the direction of the Emerald City.

As she walks, Charlie's looking over her shoulder every few seconds, wondering where her new traveling companion is. Traveling with Dorothy, the Dorothy, is like a super rad dream come true. Now here she is, alone in a strange place with no backup to speak of. Awesome.

It's like every fantasy novel she's ever read, or at least every RPG she's spent hours of her life chasing after every side quest she could find. Normally, that would make her feel a little better except for one simple fact: every hero, when beginning their quest, usually ends up running into some super hard tutorial fight. Maybe even an unwinnable one.

Charlie's wishing for a sword right now, and when she puts a hand in her jacket pocket, desperate for anything, her fingers brush against something unfamiliar.

"Huh?" Pulling out the object, at first glance it seems like a regular smart phone. Not hers, though. By now she's reached the steps in front of the mansion, and she comes to a stop, sitting down on one of the steps and turning the phone over in her hand.

She's in a hurry, sure, but she can take a fiver to figure out what this thing is, and more importantly, what it does.

(OOC: Charlie will chill on the steps a bit before going inside, feel free to catch her anywhere!)

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Lindsey doesn't really like horses.

Stereotypical and different, they were tolerable out of all the other animals on the farm and there was something about the comforting nature of the stables that made him relax.

Who could have figured the how or the why?

Holding his guitar, he shoulders it and decides to seek out nourishment before padding away and spotting...a redheaded woman standing outside the stables looking confused.

"You lost?"

The appearance of a stranger has her on guard, but he doesn't seem very scary or anything. That has to be a good-ish sign.

"Kinda. Looks like I got turned around somewhere." Not that she remembers that happening, but it's the only logical assumption she can make right now. "You wouldn't happen to know which way is Oz, do you?"

She gives him a hopeful grin, but she doesn't expect him to be all 'Sure!' and point in a direction. They're surrounded by trees and ocean, there doesn't really seem to be a road leading out from what she can tell.

Oz.

Lindsey raises an eyebrow at her, "...Back at Albuquerque. You forgot to make the left turn."

His tone is completely sincere as he shifts the guitar, holding it gently.

"This is wonderland."

"Okay, wow. Major wrong turn then."

She's a little stunned by this news, so she takes a second to look around again, scanning the scenery. Wonderland makes more sense, since she can see that checkerboard over on the hills. The mansion, though, doesn't ping anything familiar to her.

"This, uh....normally what happens?" Looking back at him, she offers a small smile. "Having someone drop in unannounced, I mean. Being all discombobulated and such."

"If I remember the story right it ought to fit." Lindsey shrugs, looking back towards the horses, "You didn't go through a door did you? Or just wake up and appear?"

What's the last thing you remember?

"I don't even remember passing out, dude." And this is where it makes her feel uncomfortable, since it was one moment she was walking then the next she was here. "I was just minding my own business, walking down the yellow brick road, and then next thing I know?"

She gestures at the horses, her nose automatically wrinkling. Horses are pretty smelly.

"Are you from here or something?"

Lindsey sighs, "No. Apparently this place likes to grab people. You're not really from Oz are you?"

You can never tell here. He nods, "...Let's walk inside. They grab people and keep us here to fight a war apparently."

"Not a native, but I was on my way for a visit." There's a hint of whine to her voice because she was really looking forward to it.

"Sure." Charlie's more than happy to fall in step with him, frowning just a little as his words sink in. "Wait, a war? Against what, or who?"

"I was missing parts of it. Apparently there's a king and a queen...There are other people that know more about it then I do."

Does he look angry? A little bit. A very little bit.

Charlie looks over her shoulder, toward the chessboard field in the distance.

"Does everyone get together and play a big game of chess or something?" She jokes, because that totally can't be it. No way. "I dunno about fighting in some war, I'm just here 'cause I got lost."

It's easier to joke about it than to give in to her anxiety about being in a strange place for no reason she can fathom, and not by choice. Kidnapping is never a good time.

"At least you just got lost. I was kidnapped."

He's still bitter about this. His teeth clench and he looks toward the castle instead.

"...Looking to explore?"

"More like looking for a FAQ guide on this place." She says this with a half smile, wondering if maybe there is some kind of handy Guide to Wonderland just laying around.

Probably not. Her luck seems to run hot and cold lately.

"Where were you before?"

"Someone should print up a pamphlet." Lindsey considers that, "...It could include the details. It'd be better for everyone."

He sticks his hands in his pockets, "Nevada."

Charlie would get behind that idea.

"Haven't been to Nevada in a dino's age." She gives him a grin, since she's all of twenty something, so obviously nowhere close to dinosaurs. "Las Vegas totally loses the charm after a day."

The con she went to while she was there had been pretty fun, though, so that made up for it.

"Got any pointers for the new girl?" She says this a little hopefully, since maybe he'll point in a direction and say 'yeah, sure, the door out is that way'. She's hoping for too much, obviously.

"...Pay better attention then I did." Lindsey swallows, "I keep learning more and more I'm here. Sometimes it seems like people are adding new things without telling me."

That's not the most reassuring thing she's heard. She shoots a worried look in the direct of the mansion, wondering if she actually does want to go inside now.

"Guess that's what comes with magical kidnapping worlds." Plenty of stories out there to go off of, fictional as they may be. Sometimes it seems like fiction just isn't straight up fiction anymore. "There's not some kind of guard animal that's going to make me dinner if I go inside that place, is there?"

"Nope. None that I saw. And even if there were I could..."

He sighs and looks annoyed for a moment, "Well I couldn't do anything but I could try."

She bites her lip, looking unsure. "I better keep my eyes and ears open. Don't wanna be jumped by the Cheshire Cat if he's having a bad day or something."

It's a sad attempt at a joke, since she realizes it's entirely possible here. The cat was always moody in the story from what she remembers.

"I should probably go scout the place. See if I can find a good corner to cower in." This is totally a joke - please, she would totally hide out in a room.

"Oh!" She smacks her forehead, remembering she completely neglected to tell this guy her name. Off to an awesome start. "I'm Charlie. We should hang sometime once I get my feet under me. Maybe ride some horses."

A horse whinnies from the stable, and its enough to make her grin. It's like they can actually understand.

001 :: >press any key to continue (arrival)

Just outside the stables.

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