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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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"Or any other combination you want that can be considered food for whatever you happen to be." Ed shrugs. He's had time to get used to it, although yeah, still weird if he lets himself think about it too much. Things should come from somewhere, not thin air, dammit.

Charlie tries to wrap her brain around this. At this point, she's no stranger to the strange, and magically appearing food is definitely under that category.

"Wow." That's all she can get out for the moment, turning a bit to pull open a cabinet behind her to take a peek. Not that he ever said that's where the food came from, and she's met with a lot of dishes.

"They don't have house elves here, do they?" That's her logical conclusion to this. "They can be pretty good at sneaking food in and out of places, you know."

"Never heard of 'em."

The kettle starts whistling, telling him it's time to pay attention to it, lest all his water boil away or something. He starts working on actually getting to cocoa made.

"I have grasped that magic is involved though." He makes a face at that. Magic. Bleh. "The closets are magic too. They give you whatever you want, provided it's not something like your own personal copy of something. Although they can be over-enthusiastic about giving you what you want. My brother wanted one or two kittens. Our closet gave him five. I did not let him keep them all."

There's a brief moment of disappointment (man, she would have really liked to meet some house elves), but it quickly fades in the face of all this new information.

"Magical closets and magical food giving kitchens? That's pretty awesome." More than, actually, but she's still in the 'shock' stage of learning about all this. "It's not one of those deals where you ask for a thing and it has to take it from somewhere else, does it?"

She's watched and read plenty to be a little wary of random magic. Even if a part of her finds it hard to believe magic truly exists like it does in fantasy.

Ed thinks about that as he finishes mixing the cocoas and pushes one in Charlie's direction. "I don't think so. If so, Al's gonna feel bad about taking those kittens away from their mother."

Charlie takes it, murmuring her thanks before taking a sip. There's some distant part of her that's disappointed at the lack of house elves, but she's sure there's more here to see that will lessen the loss.

"Is Al your brother?" The cup is held in her lap, warming her fingers as she finds herself curious about her welcome wagon. "How long have you both been here?"

It gives her a little hope she might find someone she already knows here, if two brothers can end up in Wonderland together.

"Yeah. His full first name is Alphonse, but I never call him that. My name's Edward. Called Ed unless I'm in trouble for something I did," he says with a grin before taking a sip of his own cocoa. Mmm, warmth.

"Anyway, I've been here for six or seven months. I'm a little fuzzy on which one it is. Al's been here for about a week longer. Someone else we know from home was here longer. Not sure how much longer beyond at least a month or two."

She smiles at that, taking another sip of her drink while there's something pinged in her memory. Those names...brothers...hmmm.

"I'm Charlie." She probably should have introduced herself a little earlier, but it's hard to keep that in mind considering the circumstances. "Are we stuck here forever? Like, I better pick out a room and settle down for the rest of my life forever?"

The prospect doesn't seem to settle quite right with her.

"While I did meet a guy that said he's been here for two years, I've met people once and then never saw them again because they got sent home after about a week. If that. And there are some that get sent home and come back with no memory of being here before."

Now he looks at her over his mug. "Given this is my third first meeting with you, the place seems to have a revolving door for you."

That doesn't sound too promising to Charlie. His revelation, of course, catches her off guard and she almost drops her cup.

"Seriously?" She wonders if there will be a point where she won't be surprised every five minutes. So far, outlook not so good. "Like, I've been in Wonderland and lived here and all that jazz?"

The good thing about being in a state of almost permanent shock means she's already gotten the flailing out of her system. For now.

"How is that even possible?" Well, alternate universes and time bendy magic can do all kinds of stuff. It's not so far fetched, not when compared to what she's seen and experienced already. "So weird. What did I do when I was here?"

"Um." Ed thinks for a moment. "Be weird at me for not recognizing references to shit that happened after the 1920's. I think that was both times. First time, you also did a movie night."

Ouch. She's been making some good impressions, obviously. The movie night sounds like her, and it seems like it would be awesome. Especially with plenty of popcorn and candy.

...the 1920's? Oh, now she just has to ask about that one.

"I'll try to keep the weird locked up tight for emergencies only." Try being the keyword here, she cannot guarantee success. "Is that when you're from? Before the stock market tanked and the Charleston was all anyone did?"

She makes it sound like people danced down the street instead of just, you know, walking.

"Given that this is the first I've heard about the stock market having an issue, I'd say yes. Got pulled from February of 1923. Been living in Germany, so I'm guessing the stock market thing made things suck for everybody else as much as it did for everyone in that country."

Ed's just... not going to address the Charleston because he has no idea what that was.

"Wow, yeah. Stock market totally tanked in '29." She says it automatically, still trying to wrap her mind around the fact he's from the early 20's. How surreal.

"I bet dealing with these handy little things has been a fun experience, then." She holds up the phone like device she had in her pocket when she showed up. "Is everyone here pulled from different times? Is there some kind of pattern?"

Not that if there was it would make a difference, but she's inquisitive by nature so it's hard not to ask.

"We're from a lot of different times. Worlds too. So there's no real pattern. Some worlds have lots of representatives here, and others only have one or two people."

He scratches absently at the back of his neck. "Not everyone here's human either. There used to be a shitton of angels here although now we're down to a handful, there's been at least a couple of werewolves. There's a guy from my world that isn't human..."

Charlie, for the most part, is more excited about the prospect of people from different times - different worlds - than the supernatural beings that have also been forced to make this their home.

"Angels and werewolves and monsters, oh my?" She says this with a smile as she finishes her drink, hopping off the counter to clean it off in the sink. "Not that everyone who isn't human is a monster, I've made some pretty rad friends who aren't human."

Also kinda sorta made out with a fairy one time, which was ten kinds of awesome.

"Angels, though..." This has Charlie turning around and looking thoughtful. "I've only heard or read about them, but I haven't actually met one face to face before. What are they like? Holly rollin' soldiers out for truth and justice?"

So, Sailor Moon, right?

Ed shakes his head. "They're, well, people. I mean, the first thing Balthazar wanted to do when he got here was was drink heavily, but given what I read between the lines from something Gabriel told me awhile ago, it's no wonder. Anyway, he also likes art and was intending to open an art gallery before he disappeared."

"Speaking of Gabriel, he tends to be snarky and we've snarked back and forth a couple of times. Michael... I think he's closest to what you're expecting, from what little I've seen of him, and Castiel's also done the vanish and reappear thing, so I need to figure him out again."

Sorry, Charlie. No angels in sailor fukus for you.

As he ticks through names she recognizes (but only from the books she's read), Charlie grows more and more excited - also nervous, but let's face it, she was full of nerves right now anyway - and

"Sounds like they have enough to form their own band." Images of angels rocking out on harps float through her mind before she snaps out of it. "Wait, you said Michael, right?"

She'd heard him, so she knows he did indeed mention Michael but she just needs the confirmation so she can properly freak out. Michael in an enclosed space with Dean can't be good news.

Also considering Michael was hell bent on doing the Apocalypse mambo with Lucifer means he was down with destroying her world, and Charlie is totally not okay with that business.

Ed nods before finishing off his own cocoa. "Yep. He was... annoyed to find himself here. That time, I didn't find out who he was although he told me enough to realize he wasn't human. Then came the time he popped up in the library while I was in there and given the wings noise, I realized what he was and just needed to find out the 'who'."

This news has Charlie slightly on edge, even more than she was before. She inhales deeply, mentally telling herself not to freak out, it's just an angel it's not like he'll bother with humans anyway, but he was sorta the Big Bad for a while and...

It just can't be pretty. She needs to figure out what Michael looks like so she can steer clear.

"Thanks for the heads up on the angels." At least she knows now, and that's half the battle. She runs a hand through her hair, patting it down before glancing at the doorway, feeling the need to explore.

"I think I'm gonna nose around the place a little. Check out the place I'm calling home for the foreseeable future, anyway." She gives Ed a smile, thankful. "Thanks for the cocoa and the hanging out. Definitely two things I needed."

"All right. You're welcome. At whatever point you're ready to pick a room, you can take whichever one you want, provided it's not obvious that someone already claimed it," Ed says, moving to rinse out his own mug.

"Sweet." This place seems to be a hot mess of perks and not-so-perks. She's not sure how to feel about that, but there's not a whole lot she can do.

"Catch you later, Ed." She shoots up a little Vulcan salute in farewell before leaving the room, ready to see what this place is about.

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