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don't let them see your fears

Who: H.G. Wells, Lydia Martin, Quinn Fabray + YOU GUYS
Where: All around the mansion!
When: Throughout the Weeping Angels event
Rating: PG?
Summary: Weeping Angels, one investigative lady, one wandering girl, one scared girl.
The Story:

HELENA

LYDIA

Lydia's different - Lydia's afraid. She's either in her room (for the first day) or is in the game room (after Derek finds her wandering in a fugue state). Her device is on and she's talking to as many people as she can. It's a distraction and one that Lydia needs - she doesn't like being scared and this terrifies her. The chance of dying, or something happening to her friends. She wants to just stay holed up and wait for it to pass. But apparently that doesn't happen. As much as Lydia tries to keep hidden away somehow she ends up out in the mansion. She's not awake or asleep but in a fugue state. You might have heard a scream precede it, or come after she snaps out of it. The aging isn't the cause, not the simple touch unless the person nears death, but the moment someone dies Lydia is gone. Lost for a few moments, and she'll need bringing back.

QUINN

The only time that Quinn is venturing the mansion during this is to make her way to the clinic. It's where Martha told her to go, to be safe against this. It was still early, there weren't many angels in the mansion by then, but she's moving slower than she should. She's scared, thinking too much about what could happen, what is happening and it's not helping her get anywhere. She needs to get to the clinic, to just hole up and be safe, and a guide would help. She hasn't felt safe yet since arriving, and the more dangerous things that happen the less she does feel it.

( ooc: tag in for something random or let me know if you want something specific setting up! Lydia's fugue states are going to lead her to nearby bodies, say if it's around the corner or in the next room since I haven't plotted any body finds but if you die she'll scream and wander )

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It had been a rough couple of days for Blake, but that wasn't entirely shocking in Wonderland. Between his own agenda and that of the Weeping Angels, he found himself up and about and on his toes more often than normal (and that was really saying something considering how little he slept already).

Feeling on edge, he checked around corners with a handheld mirror and sighed in relief every time he wasn't presented with one of those strange angelic statues. Heeding the warnings helped, but as time wore on, he worried people would start getting tired and making mistakes, and thus set out to patrol as carefully as possible. If someone needed help, though, at least he'd be ready to avail himself at a moment's notice.

"Come on, come on," he whispered, mostly to himself as he watched something in the small mirror shining around the corner. He angled it a little more and was quickly rewarded with an obscured image of a vase. "Huh. Coulda swore I saw somethin' move..." It was said to himself, as he suddenly guessed he was alone.

Quinn didn't have a mirror with her. She didn't actually know that she should have had one - someone that piece of information had missed her when it had circulated and whilst moving through the mansion she'd trying to do the one thing that had been continuously mentioned - don't blink.

It was difficult, and she was afraid. From what she'd heard over the network about these Angels had Quinn frightened. No where was supposed to be safe, once they saw you you were a target and you couldn't escape. How could that not scare you?

So far Quinn hadn't seen anyone, or any angel - not yet. For now she'd been lucky and she was trying to move as quickly as she could down to the clinic. She'd made it to the third floor before she heard a voice and that made her stop, hiding behind the corner.

It was a voice, a voice of someone that was looking for something - or someone. Could they talk? She assumed so, and she didn't want to round that corner to find out - not to have to focus, to just try and not blink and then try and move away. To be a target. But there was something else - more words. Words that didn't sound like something to fear... possibly.

"Hello?" It's quite a quiet voice but audible enough in the quiet of the hallway. She's staying firmly around the corner, though. She's not that daring.

Eyebrows coming together, he inched forward toward the quiet voice. Female, likely young, obviously in some kind of distress because who among them wasn't? Blake stayed glued to the spot, not willing to advance if it was going to spook anyone.

"Hey," he replied, voice equally quiet. "It's safe," he added, hoping that the girl would realize he'd checked the hallway for any kind of statues that might do... well, more than a statue ever should. "Name's Blake. Do a lot of... security 'round here." It was true enough, though he doubted his name was dropped as often on the network as it had been when he'd first started helping around Wonderland.

"Gonna come out now, okay? Don't hit me or nothin'." It wouldn't help him to end up incapacitated, not when all of this was going on and there was only one active way to prevent it.

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"Okay." Quinn stayed where she was, arms to her side but still a little skeptical. Not of him but of the whole situation. She didn't want to believe it was safe after what she'd been hearing, but she wanted to hope that he wouldn't hurt her after what he was saying.

"I don't have anything to hit you with anyway." It wasn't really necessary to add that but Quinn wanted to mention it. He was trying to reassure her so maybe she could be kind back. And it was nice to know that some random person wasn't going to hurt you.

When Blake rounded on the corner Quinn looked up at him, lifting her hands a little but still keeping her arms by her side.

"Nothing here."

He nodded, every bit the cop he was two years previous, eyes crawling over the small girl's form for information. If he had to guess, he'd put her around sixteen or seventeen, and by the way she was dressed and standing, at least noticeably pregnant.

"C'mere, c'mon," Blake urged, waving her in his direction, authoritative but gentle. "Shouldn't be out here without some kinda protection, so I'm gonna help you out if you're willin' to stick with me." He doubted she'd be any trouble, but it was certainly difficult to trust a stranger, and he wasn't about to keep her from walking away if that was what she needed to do.

"I was trying to get to a friend." Quinn certainly didn't want to be out there, especially not after Martha had helped set up her room to keep her safe, but she was a little too unnerved to want to be alone, and Santana had already refused to leave her room. Sensibly, Quinn now thought.

She does move closer to him though, more than willing to let him get her somewhere safe - somewhere away from any potential statue. She hadn't come across them yet but lately she wasn't the luckiest person.

"I didn't want to be alone."

"Can stick with me, for now," he said, voice quiet. He pressed a hand gingerly to her shoulder to keep her close, but for the most part, he's operating on moving them forward.

The hallways were quiet, oddly eerie, but that didn't mean John was going to let his guard down. He took several more steps and then looked back at Quinn, trying to glean a few more details. Considering her... condition and her age, she was taking something like this incredibly well.

"What's your name? Where you from?"

"Quinn." The name comes quicker than the rest. She's looking around, glancing towards him and where they are, there they're going just in case. She doesn't want to get caught out even if someone is with her. She's been scared enough already which was why she'd been trying to get to Santana, but now that was starting to seem like a really bad idea.

For all that she'd been told about people helping each other out this was the first occurrence she'd actually encountered, though - at least like this. People had told her things before, helped her a little with information but this was a different kind of help. This was help that she'd needed. She wasn't questioning the why, she was glad that someone had stopped, but she still wasn't used to it.

"What about you?"

He watches as she looks around, still nervous in the wake of such odd occurrences. It takes some time to settle, doesn't it? And there's no doubt that Quinn's pretty new to Wonderland.

"John Blake," he says, "but pretty much everyone just calls me Blake." Even in his own mind, he's Blake, believe it or not. "Come from Gotham City. Been here a year or so."

As he rounds a corner, he checks for statues and then gives Quinn a nod to move forward toward the stairs. He isn't sure how these things are getting from floor to floor, but he's pretty sure the stairs are their best bet. Once he starts down, he angles the mirror along the railing to get a better look ahead of them.

"I'm from Ohio." It was only polite, and he had asked her before. He was telling her things, just offering her information so there was no reason why she couldn't at least answer his question.

"I haven't even been here a month."

For all of that, and their conversation, Quinn is good and quick to follow what he does - not questioning, not asking just waiting and then doing. When he ushers her to the stairs she moves quickly, wishing she had another mirror to help (or just to see) when Blake pulls his own out.

"I don't want to know what being here that long is like." Either through finding out herself or from being told it. She can guess, and possibly badly, but she's definitely thinking the worst right now.

At the very least, he'd remind her that even after a year, he's alive. Maybe not entirely unscathed — mentally, he's taken some tough hits over the last year — but alive nonetheless.

"Ohio, huh?" As he asks, he can't help but think about how odd that is. "Know a couple people here from Ohio, actually. Pretty popular place, I guess." Who knows why, though. Honestly, it's just corn and flatlands and too much snow.

"Where in Ohio?" He's never been there himself, but he's already guessing Lima. Shannon, Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Brittany... it's certainly not out of the question.

"You probably know the people that I do, then." Because unless there's anyone here that's from Ohio that she doesn't know (other than Coach Beiste) then everyone is from her home - and school.

"But Lima, just in case. There's a few people here that I already knew from home." Not as may as had been here before but she still had Santana and Brittany.

"Do you have anyone here?"

Indeed, it's true he knows more than a few of the people Quinn might name. In fact, when he'd arrived, Blaine had been integral in getting Blake to a place where he could accept people into his life again.

"Yeah. No one from home, but some of the people here are like family," he admits. Wonderland can be such an awful place, but Blake's found considerable benefit despite the drama and the pain and the upset. "Where's your friend? I can get you there."

As per usual, the moment that something hits the network or seems remotely off about Wonderland, Derek is moving. Originally it was him and Stiles moving through the mansion together, but they'd gotten split up and now he's looking for him and the rest of their pack. Which is not exactly his ideal situation, he hates when they get split up, but he's got no real choice. Isaac and Cora both have been missing for a little while now, but their absence doesn't feel like a physical ache-- they can't be dead, so it's either Wonderland has taken them again or they've gone home, and he's sure he shouldn't want them back but he does anyways.

His thoughts completely change tracks when he catches a familiar scent, fragrant and lightly flowery, and he immediately moves to follow it. For as much as Allison had been adverse to them telling Lydia anything, he still stands by his opinion on it: they live in Wonderland currently, and just because she's from a different time doesn't mean she doesn't deserve to know.

Especially since it might help her, in the long run. Maybe they could get a head start on her abilities, whatever that entails.

Maybe it'd prevent these moments from happening. The moment he spots her, his brow furrows; she hardly looks aware of anything, and he can't help but change his approach, slowing down as he comes closer.

Lydia's complete lack of everything, barring her continual walk down the corridor, continues for another minute. She's oblivious to Derek joining her as she walks, oblivious until she stops. They're outside of a room, a room that seems just like any of the others. To someone else it might seem to be, just an unoccupied room, but it isn't.

After Lydia stops there's nothing for around thirty seconds. She's facing the door, appearing almost to be staring at it. And then nothing. Until she screams.

It's not a regular scream - not the scream of a scared young girl. It's deeper than that - chilling. One that could freeze your blood. It doesn't last for long, only seven seconds at it's longest, but it's loud. Loud and an alert, no matter how far you may be.

And then silence fall again. Silence falls and the girl behind the scream seems to wake - to find life again. A confused expression flits across her face and she reaches out to the door, equally as mystified. She doesn't remember being here, or dreaming.

The first day had been bad enough, finding out her son had been hit by those things was bad enough, but he didn't remember her either. Not really. She had to get away from the eighth floor, it didn't matter where.

It's easy enough to avoid the angels when you can teleport, but eventually it's going to come back to haunt her. It always does, why would this be any different? But for now, she's relatively safe. Someone who isn't safe, is Helena. At least until Regina rounds the corner. She stops with a start, eyes locked on the angel behind Helena. "Turn around. Now!"

The voice is unfamiliar to Helena, and she hadn't fully seen it's owner before Helena hears the call, the demand. With what's happening she doesn't stop to question it, not hesitating to think or wonder before simply doing what was commanded of her - she can already guess as to the reason why.

Helena's been lucky so far. She's been out alone, foolishly so but she knows it, and tries to be prepared but this isn't the first encounter that she's had, but it's so far the one most difficult to escape from.

When Helena turns she notices just home much trouble she could have been in, and just how close the angel is. Thankfully with Regina's gaze, and now her own, it's halted it. For now.

"Thank you for that." Helena would look, to see whom her savior was, but it's certainly not the right moment. At least they were helpful rather than only saving themselves.

Helena is just as unfamiliar to Regina as she is to the other woman, so it evens out. "You're welcome. Now, do you have a way out of here?" with the two of them, they shouldn't need Regina to resort to magic so she decides not to bring it up.

With Helena's gaze locked on the angel in front of them, Regina takes the risk and turns around. And she's lucky, incredibly lucky because the angel's about as close to her as it was to Helena. She lets out a startled yelp, one that she will deny for the rest of her life.

The situation just got a lot more dire, and yet Regina's still hesitant to bring up her magic. Neverland helped her recognize the necessity of using it for her survival once again, but here? With Henry? She can't take that risk unless absolutely necessary.

"Things just got a lot worse."

"I take it that there are more?" If Regina's cry out wasn't an indicator that that was a possibility, the change in tone and her words explaining their dire circumstances gave her enough of a clue onto that.

As for her own way out? Helena didn't know on that. If there had only been the one of them it would have been simpler - keeping one set of eyes on it whilst the other guided them out, at least until they were out of its sight and they could find somewhere to hide, or to move to safety. With two being there? It was significantly more difficult.

"I don't suppose that you have a mirror on you?"

It was the scream that caught her attention, cutting through the air high and shrill and impossible to ignore. Jo had already been tense, on-edge and alert as she waited for someone, anyone to get in contact with her, let her know how they fared elsewhere in the mansion while she stood vigil at the bar, determined to keep watch and maintain it as a safehouse, just like it had been so many time before.

Even so, there was no staying put if someone was in danger nearby. She didn't have it in her to stand firm and turn a blind eye.

She took off at a run, pausing just long enough to pinpoint the direction she was sure the scream had come from before pushing herself to top-speed, blindly turning the corner when she was sure she was close.

"Are you okay?!"

Lydia hadn't expected anyone to come running, hadn't even heard the approaching footsteps due to her confusion and coming out of her fugue state. When the person did appear, the voice sounding from behind Lydia it made her jump, and quickly turn to see who it was.

"I'm fine." Lydia looks at her face for a moment, trying to see if she knows her but she can't place her. If they met it wasn't memorable enough for her to hold on to.

But despite her words Lydia isn't really fine. She isn't harmed but there's something happening to her that she's unaware of and that frightens her, just like this situation currently does.

"I thought I'd seen something moving." But that wasn't the right kind of scream for that.

"That's not what it sounded like."

Jo was nothing if not straightforward, and in her line of work, you heard all kinds of screams. Sure, they varied from person to person, but the degrees were consistent enough -- that had not been a 'jumping at shadows' scream.

But she'll humor Lydia. At least for the moment.

"What is it you thought you saw?"

"One of those statues."

It sounded weird to say but it's what they were all running from, hoping not to be caught out against. But some of them had been, hence why Lydia was out - there'd been a body, she'd screamed, she'd found it. Here they were now.

"They're supposed to be fast, but obviously there wasn't one."

It was supposed to sound as if it had been a glimpse out of the corner of her eye since there obviously hadn't been one - it still would be there. Truthfully? Lydia didn't know why she'd screamed, or why she was out there.

"No kidding. They move in the blink of an eye."

Literally.

But there wasn't one anywhere to be seen, and if there had been-- wouldn't it have closed in on them by now? Jo can't imagine that it would have passed Lydia by, not when she had plenty of lifeforce left for it to drain.

"Maybe just someone else ducking around the corner? Although to scream like that, you'd have to be pretty jumpy."

"There are I don't know how many killer statues milling about the mansion. I'm going to be jumpy."

You know it's true, Jo. And at least being jumpy was better than not being cautious enough.

"I'd rather realise what's happening before it does."

[ Amy had warned Helena of the dangers after she'd noticed them, and although Helena had taken her advice on board she'd been too curious to simply stay indoors, to not look around. It was dangerous, obviously, but Helena wanted information, and if possible to attempt to find something to use against them. But that didn't stop her from landing in trouble herself, not that she'd expected to get away free.

She'd gotten split up from Regina an hour or two ago, something that was an obvious tactic from the angels themselves. When there was multiple of them it became easier to split up, to stay safe. Except now there was another, thankfully not near an angel, not almost caught like she had almost been, but someone that she felt necessary to protect (whether or not she really needed it) ]

Amy.

[ It's a sharp call and Helena's cutting the length of the hallway down quickly as she runs to her, wishing to get there quickly, to get her out to somewhere safer if she can. Even if it means having to cut her own investigation short - she won't let Amy be with her in this danger, even if she is capable ]

[Even though she preached the dangers of being out with the angels, she feels obligated to try keep others from experiencing her fate. And while it would be easier to try find somewhere to hide, Amy knows just how tenacious the angels can be. Nowhere is completely safe. At least in the hallway she can try to slip into a room somewhere. She turns when she hears her name, surprise and acceptance settling over her when she sees Helena.]

I should have known you couldn't resist a puzzle. Couldn't help but slip out and try figure these things out, could you?

[And while her tone is serious, there is a soft smile on her face. She knows what it's like to feel the magnetic pull of the unexplained.]

You knew that I would.

[ Their conversation before had turned that way, turned obviously so even if Helena at first hadn't fully eluded to it. Her questions had given Amy the hint before she'd even admitted to the plan ]

It seems that you don't take your own advice, though.

[ But why would she? Amy was a traveller - an explorer, and she had experience with these beings. Enough that she'd seemed safe to far ]/small>

You haven't met any yet, have you?

[Amy smiles at Helena's reply.]

As terrifying as these things are, I can't just sit on my hands and wait for this to pass. The least I can do is make sure everyone else stays safe. I may not have training, but I have experience with these things. I might be of some use.

[Amy keeps her eyes just over Helena's shoulder as she talks and hopes that Helena is watching behind her.]

I saw one down the hall earlier, but I don't think it saw me. At least I hope it didn't. What about you?

One managed to catch me. Not physically at least, but it was rather close. [ Just a hand stretch away, ready to pounce (if you will). She was rather lucky - far too lucky ] Someone managed to see, thankfully, or I may not be here now.

[Amy does a quick glance over of Helena once she hears that.]

Don't look too worse for the wear. You certainly made it out of that lucky enough.

[She's about to lecture Helena again about the dangers of the angels but realizes how hypocritical that would be. So she chooses a different route.]

Have you learned anything more about them? The angels that is.

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Lydia!

lays on here and begs your love

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