And I would walk 500 miles... [OPEN]

[bottlearum]

Who: Jack Sparrow and YOU.
Where: Anywhere in Wonderland. Literally, anywhere.
When: After all the murders and stuff.
Rating: PG-ish??? idk guys, I play a pirate.
Summary: When there's no events going on, Jack wanders, with a lack of anything else to do.
The Story: Jack walks at least five miles every day.

He's long since calculated exactly how many steps it takes to reach that quota. Wonderland makes him feel trapped -- he's never spent this much time on land before; he's never spent this much time in one location before -- and it fills him with a restless sort of energy he's not entirely sure what to do with. And so, he wanders.

But anxious energy isn't the only reason why he walks everyday. The events in Wonderland have a good amount to do with it. While some events don't seem to affect him at all, others were dangerous. And Jack wasn't about to let this place get the best of him. Not when he can just as easily fight back. And so, he wanders. Five miles a day.

But that's not to say he doesn't stop to chat, to eat, to drink. Because Jack knows that building up connections is just as valuable as being physically ready, if not even more so. And so he makes sure to stop and chat with Ellen as he passes the bar, as well as anyone else he might come across as he wanders up the stairs, down the stairs, through the mansion halls and outside on the grounds.

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In the kitchen. Doing...Kitchen...Things.

[justguidelines]

Hector's been known to wander just as badly, but typically in the wee hours of the morning and the latest hours of the night, because he isn't...What you'd call the chatty sort. Not lately, anyway. It's hard to be chatty when you have bigger concerns than anyone's precious feelings, up to and including his own nonexistent ones.

But, earlier in the morning he'd found himself in the library, all while his stomach grumbled and complained about food. As if that's really all that important at the moment and as if he has time to worry about it, but he'd been presented by the shelves with cookbooks, of all things, after muttering to himelf about it.

And so it had been with a somewhat idle curiosity that he'd decided to at least page through them. One, in particular, at least, had caught his attention and...

Well...

In the kitchen at the counter is one Hector Barbossa, bent over the cookbook with its alarmingly tiny print, a jar of Nutella to one side, a bunch of bananas next to it, as that's all he's figured to pull out from the cabinets yet. He knows what flour is, of course, and he knows it's used in breadmaking, and there are a few other items on the list of ingredients he gets but...

Well, he doesn't have any idea at all what to do with those, does he? Of course not.

Pirates and kitchen things is the best combination.

[bottlearum]

Jack's hope, every time he enters the kitchen, is that someone might be in there, cooking up a meal he can take a bit of. After all, they're already in the kitchen, cooking, surely they can make a bit more for poor old Jack Sparrow?

Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, and sometimes there's no one in the kitchens at all. In those cases, he'll just take some fruit -- some bananas, some oranges, some apples -- as well as a jar of nutella and go about the rest of his day. It's not like this place really has much more than that or, if it does, Jack certainly hasn't found it.

But this time, when he enters the kitchens, someone is in it, and his hopes that he might actually get somewhat of a decent meal raises... at least, until he sees exactly who it is that's standing in the kitchen.

Jack's not likely to get anything out of Hector, let alone a well cooked meal.

There are bananas and nutella on the counter next to Hector, and while that in itself isn't exactly strange, the book he's leaning over is. A book, in the kitchen, with bananas and nutella?

Curiosity piqued, Jack strides over, not saying anything, but not exactly hiding the fact that he's there, either. He grabs one of the bananas off the counter and peels it while he peers around Hector, trying to see what has his full attention in the kitchen of all places.

.

[justguidelines]

Because it's not as though he doesn't know who it is, the minute Jack walks into the room. And the minute his Jack Sparrow senses start tingling, the most epic of epic eye rolls starts and is over before he can get it under control. Though lucky him that his back is to Jack, at least.

But then the fool has to come closer, take a banana (he's using those, thank you), and read over his shoulder, really, it's like every power that be has set out to make this task - already overwhelmingly confusing with the tiny print in the book with unfamiliar words and the strange contraptions in the kitchen used for cooking - worse than it already is.

But for a several long moments he says nothing, resisting the urge to take said book and slam it into Jack's stupid, smug, oh-so-bashable face, before finally...Finally bothering to speak.

"Yes, Jack, now that I see you've helped yourself, mate, be there anything else you need? Or will you be scuttling off back under that rock you need to find yourself."

[justrunsasaloon]

She almost drops the box of bottles and manages to catch it against the wall. This is going to take... Not nearly as long as she'd thought.

"Jack!" She turns and shoves the box of liquor bottles - empty, clean - at him. "Take these."

Ellen turns and hoists up a second box, closing the door behind her. "Follow me." She starts heading toward the doors. She needs to get these out to the still.

[bottlearum]

The thing about living on a ship his whole life is that Jack is somewhat used to taking orders, so long as the person giving the orders is also used to it. Granted, it hasn't happened nearly as often since he'd gained the status of Captain, but there are still moments when it happens, nonetheless.

Such a moment would be now, when Ellen shoves a box of bottles at him before turning away, and Jack struggles to maintain his grip on them, lest he drop the box and get his ass kicked for it, and follows her towards the doors merely at her word.

It's only after he's started following her that he questions what just happened. "And, uh. Just where, exactly, are we taking these? They ain't even got rum in them."

[justrunsasaloon]

"Nope, they don't." Ellen is almost cheerful about that. "I haven't tried making rum yet. Might set up a second still for that." She bumps open a door and a small furry head peeks out of her hood before disappearing again.

"To the greenhouse." She answers, finally. She opens the door to the warm interior and motions him in. In the back is a large contraption made out of a large copper washtub and a wooden barrel. The fire under the washtub is low and putting her box down, she stokes it up.

"Put the bottles there, would you?" She reaches back and plucks the kitten out of her hood and puts the sleepy baby down. The kitten immediately begins investigating Jack's boots.

Oh yes I want this CR. Assuming Jack still has his fabulous pirate hat?

[likesimpossible]

The Doctor hasn't even been in Wonderland that long, but he's already beginning to realize just how easy it could be to get to the point of feeling trapped. He's doing what he can to stave off that inevitability, but for a man who is used to traveling throughout time and space with very little limitations, Wonderland is very, very problematic. He hasn't let on about it, but it does chafe a bit, and even more so since his ship isn't here, and he can't even sense her. That never does anything good for his state of mind.

So today, he can be found also doing a lot of walking: mostly it's for exploration purposes, but it's also because he has far too much energy right now, and it's a suitable way of burning it off. It's also a very good opportunity for meeting people, and making connections.

It's on a staircase around the third floor that he passes a man wearing what appears to be a tawdry yet somehow put-together assortment of clothes, but it's the hat that catches his eye and piques his curiosity.

"Now that is a great hat."

Only of course!

[bottlearum]

Jack, too, is stranded in Wonderland without his ship. In all the months he's been here, he's only seen her once. And that was during an event, when he wasn't even in the proper state of mind to enjoy having her while she was here. Needless to say, he hadn't been entirely pleased when things had gone back to normal and she was no longer here. It's better to have loved and lost, yes, but giving him something he dearly loves and then taking it away is just cruel.

Unfortunately, there isn't much he can do about it. He can't exactly pull the Black Pearl out of the closets, and while he's not asked yet, he's certain the vendors will ask too much in return. And so here he is, a captain without a ship.

He's walking down the stairs when he comes across the Doctor. He grins, prideful at the compliment, as though the Doctor had complimented Jack himself, instead of an accessory, and he nudges his hat up with an index finger.

"My thanks, mate. And you've and excellent sense of taste." Unlike certain people he will not name. Hector Barbossa

Excellent!

[likesimpossible]

The Doctor would feel similarly, if his own ship was brought here and then snatched away again. And, interestingly, as many times as he and the TARDIS have wound up parted over the years, it's never something he's gotten used to. They always find their way back together again, but it does irk him a little that people and circumstances presume to separate them.

But likewise, he can't exactly pull her out of the closets, as much as he wishes he could. So that just makes the two of them two captains without a ship, although he's never used that title for himself. 'The Doctor' is good enough for him.

He's grinning back at Jack, deciding there's something about him that he just likes, and that something isn't limited to his choice of hats. "Well, I don't know, I think you're the one with the good taste. Going for a nautical look, are we?"

You'll have to forgive him, as he's never heard of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.

[medjaiardeth]

Ardeth has never been on water for any length of time. He's rarely seen water.

But he is used to freedom. He doesn't like to be penned in either.

"You seem restless," he remarks as they cross each other's paths for the second time that day.

[bottlearum]

Being in Wonderland is better than being locked in a prison cell, he'll give this place that much. More walking space, more people to talk to, better food. But, in all other aspects, Wonderland was eerily akin to a prison cell, and not a particularly nice one, at that.

He raises an eyebrow at the accusation. "Surely the same could be said of you, too, eh?"

[medjaiardeth]

"I'm accustomed to fewer limitations," Ardeth conceded. The man sounded English and was dressed shabbily. "But I expect that can be said of many of us."

[kickassqueen]

Charlie's just leaving the library, a book in hand, when she sees him walking down the hallway in her direction.

It's not the first time she's seen him today, but it is the first she's been close enough to actually talk to him. It's hard to miss the man striding around as if standing still were not an option.

"Making the rounds, bro?" She wraps her arm around the book, giving him a friendly smile. "Find anything notable? Please don't tell me there are actual trolls in the cave or I'm not gonna walk outside again."

[bottlearum]

He has problems standing still even on a good day. But add a lack of exercise on top of the feeling of being trapped? Standing still was nearly impossible for Jack Sparrow.

He actually frequents the library, believe it or not. Reading was a good way of killing time and, well, he has a lot of history to catch up on. And, with the magical properties of the bookshelves, he's guaranteed to find something new every time he enters the library. Besides, he can't exactly complain with the wide availability of Shakespearean books.

He gives a short laugh at the comment, giving her a bright smile. "Not to worry, luv, I ain't seen no trolls. Though..." He briefly puts a finger to his chin before waving it about, as though he were making a very important point. "...I have seen a dragon."

[kickassqueen]

When he speaks she has to do a double take and really look at him. Sure, he has on some unusual threads but she doesn't judge. Hanging out with cosplayers does that to a person - totally normal that someone would be charging around dressed like a pirate.

What she didn't expect, though, is none other than Captain Jack Sparrow. Talk about mind blown.

"I've heard such tales about a dragon." And she grins, holding back on any fangirling for the moment. She's tried to tell herself to be a little more cautious, ease people into it, than just outright squealing like she wants to. "Haven't seen hide nor scale, though. Any tips on his usual hangouts?"

FINALLY /slinks in

[nascensibility]

After 'all the murders and stuff,' Evelyn began to spend considerably more time outside. The library and the parlours are lovely, of course, but the former has begun to feel like an abominable abbey cloister and the latter only serves to remind her that she had been running to a sitting room for safety when the man in the gas mask caught up to her.

Needless to say, a little fresh air doesn't go amiss now and again. On a walk of her own in the garden, nose in a book (as expected), she rounds a corner and bumps into someone with a great deal of accessories.

...someone she knows she's met before. Evelyn tries to imagine him sopping wet.

"Oh, Captain-"

...Kingfisher? Osprey? No, something smaller. Robin?

"-Sparrow, wasn't it?"

There it is.

"I'm sorry, I didn't- didn't see you there."

Evelyn shuts the book and flashes an apologetic smile.

Yes, good, perfect. /chinhands

[bottlearum]

Jack spends most of his time outside, anyways. He's a sailor -- he's a pirate. He's used to the temperature all year round being hotter than strictly necessary, as well as the feel of the wind and the spray of the sea on his face. But here, in Wonderland, the weather was cold, and he can't go on the ocean in fear of a sea monster. Even inside there was some sort of... conditioned air that was much too cold, and blows at irregular times.

At least the Sun was outside.

But the gardens were always nice, and he walks through them at least once a day. They were a good place for thinking, and well, there was a lot to think about in Wonderland. First and foremost being how to escape, and Jack is considering just that when he turns a corner and runs right into Evelyn.

"That's the one," he grins. "Though, please, luv, call me Jack." Almost scandalously informal, Jack Sparrow. Though, he finds it's not as strange, here, as it is back home.

"Suppose it might be easier, eh, if you weren't havin' your head in a book." He's teasing, by the grin on his face. He's absolutely not complaining about good looking women running into him.

I AM HERE at last

[selfrespecting]

The past week or so has been awful. Possibly the hardest week that Martha's had since she arrived in Wonderland, and that's saying something.

Between her traumatizing death (and it's been coming back to her in dreams, unfortunately), the truth of who was responsible for it, and the emotionally charged conversation she had with Tom afterward, Martha could easily be quantified as a mess at the moment.

The one upside is she has a good deal more help at the clinic now than she did a month ago, which means that she's able to slip away without attracting too much attention.

That's how she makes it down to the docks and sits at the edge of them, her bare feet dangling right above the water. This is definitely a good place to come when she wants to be alone, though she also realizes that there's no such thing as solitude here.

Still, she'll enjoy it while she has it, though in reality what she's doing is drowning in guilt. Tom had told her it wasn't her fault, but she's the one who tried to treat him without being certified. This could be all because of her, and while she may be acting unduly harsh on herself, it's not as if she can ignore it either.

HORRAY c:

[bottlearum]

Jack's heard about the murders.

He'd known Wonderland was dangerous -- in more ways than one -- but it was the events that were usually a lot more dangerous than the people. These people from the future were a bit weird, sure, too casual and too emotional and more polite than the people were back home.

But people were still people and they had a concept of murder for a reason. People could be absolutely horrid to each other, for absolutely no reason at all, and for absolutely selfish reasons. And the people in Wonderland weren't exempt from that. Jack'd known that much when they'd started killing each other in order to keep certain secrets secret.

It wasn't anything he's not used to. It is, after all, part of the reason why he carries weapons everywhere he goes.

But he's not thinking of murder now, not when he makes his way to the docks, he's thinking of his ship. He always gets the slightest twinge of hope when he makes his way down here, that he might just turn a corner and see the Pearl there, waiting for him.

She's never there, but it doesn't stop him from hoping.

He doesn't try to hide his presence as he walks up, the sound of his boots against the grass and against the wood of the docks. And, when he gets close enough to recognize the person on the docks as Martha Jones, to greet her with a, "Fancy seein' you here, luv."

[digophelia]

As for Alice, it should be expected that people are frequently coming and going within the mansion. She's staying inside, where it's warm and preferably, where Alice can have her back firmly against a wall so that people cannot pass behind her. She hates it when people come up behind her. It's better where everyone is in her sight, where she can keep an eye on them. She's content herself watching others pass by, with a sketchbook on her lap. Just little drawings, nothing spectacular in her humble opinion.

She's tried vesting herself exclusively in the drawings so that those who passed through the mansion didn't startle or put her on edge. That's hard to do when someone's shuffling up and down the stairs, right in plain sight. Needless to say, Alice already has the vorpal blade in her left hand, pencil in the right. Just in case. It's more of putting her in an uncomfortable position of having to put out vocal conversation or even confrontation. Curiosity is gnawing at her and finally, the very petite and pale Alice gets both nervous and curious enough to peer over the railings, only her head is visible at first -- her dark eyebrows knitting together as Alice sorts her feelings out on the matter.

It means having to say something, she knows, puffing her dark hair out of her face to finally work up the nerve and ask. Just ask. He's a very intriguing man with a strange attire. "If you can't stay put, perhaps someone ought to nail you to your room."

Whether she's being serious or joking is up to him.

[bottlearum]

By contrast, Jack is a social person. He likes being among people, to drink, to talk, to laugh, to tell stories. He doesn't do too well with being alone, because being alone leads to thinking, and thinking leads to thoughts he'd generally be happier to avoid thinking about ever again.

Like how this place reminds him of Davy Jones's Locker, how both are an inescapable prison, and how no one's going to go out of their way to break him out, not this time. And, really, just thoughts about the Locker in general. His hallucinations have stopped, which was good, but it hasn't been long enough for him to be certain they won't come back, suddenly and without warning.

He tries to focus mostly on escaping, but it's hard not to make the connection, sometimes. Which is why,, when he hears the voice of a woman behind him, he turns around with a smile, happy to be rid of such thoughts.

And whether she's joking or not, Jack can't help but find himself every so slightly amused. This woman doesn't look much older than Elizabeth had been, when they'd first met, but the similarities end there. "Would you be the one to do it, then, luv?"

SOMEWHERE~ (shush I fail at decisions)

[itsahotone]

Santana's finally feeling safe enough to walk around the mansion again. She stays far away from the music room, because obviously, but venturing out of the hallways is totally still progress.

...Of course, she may rethink this since the first person she comes across is...that.

She doesn't say anything, but she sure is giving him A Look.

Somewhere sounds good enough to me!

[bottlearum]

Jack's choice of wardrobe has gotten him his fair share of looks. Here, in Wonderland, more so than back home because, he didn't actually stand out back home. But here, mingling in with all these people from the future, he stands out rather obviously. As such, he's gotten used to the double takes and strange looks. If anything, he takes it all as a compliment.

And so, when Santana gives him A Look, he's far from offended. Instead, he gives her a grin. "Like what you see, luv?"

And a billion years later this CR sets sail, sorry about that

[itisourfight]

Tauriel has taken a liking to sitting by the sea. She couldn't explain it if she was asked, but she doubts that anyone here would. Kili, perhaps.

If he did she might feel obligated to come up with some sort of answer, but as it is she is quite content to just be, seated on the sand with the wind lazily pushing strands of her long hair around.

No, that isn't quite right is it? Contentment is not entirely within her reach here, in a place where madness always reigns if at times subtly so.

But there is some degree of peace to be found in the illusion of freedom that the sea offers, and so she sits on the beach and feasts her eyes on its fickle splendor until she slips into waking dreams of home.

It's all good!

[bottlearum]

Jack finds his way to the sea at least once every day.

The sea is home for Jack Sparrow, more so than any piece of land could be. And it hurts, being so close to home and yet, not being able to properly reach it. It's enough to drive someone mad but, thankfully for Wonderland, Jack's already just the slightest bit mad to begin wit.

And so he makes his way to the beach, hoping, but not really expecting, anything to be different. That he might just find a way back to the sea.

But, this time, while there wasn't a secret escape route home, there was a woman. Unable to resist -- not that he really tried -- he makes his way over.

"It's quite a sight, ain't it? The sea." He knows there are people in Wonderland who have never seen the sea before. And while Jack can't even imagine that kind of life, he can, at least, still appreciate the beauty of the sea, despite having seen it every single day of his entire life.