somewhere in the black mountain hills of dakota

[vates]

Who: Kevin Tran Liddell and YOU.
Where: Around the Mansion.
When: Throughout the event.
Rating: G? PG? Something like that.
Summary: Kevin likes to break into peoples' rooms! Why not brighten your day by coming home to find the representative of the Year of the Raccoon sitting in a pile of your stuff?
The Story:

Kevin's always been a little strange, but it hasn't particularly bothered him; it's not like he saw many people outside of his family, after all, and he got plenty of mental stimulation from his years being homeschooled by his mom.

And he found other forms of recreation that kept him busy and fulfilled, like breaking into peoples' rooms from time to time. Nothing like a little casual vandalism, right? At the most, he steals food and pokes around; he's not exactly a klepto, though sometimes he likes to take souvenirs. Never anything that valuable; he's not looking for money since it's not like he needs it. He'll be supported by his family forever, as long as he's there to keep Alice company.

He's been in the mansion long enough now to have some idea of habits, but he spends some time lurking around in the corners of hallways and then waiting for someone to leave their room. He slips in after them and looks around their room for things of interest, eating whatever food he might find if it looks good.

[ OOC: Come home to find Kevin in your room! Or run into him on your way in/his way out "help" him turn into a raccoon! Or meet in some other way -- I'm easy. :) ]

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[avoirfaim]

[ For all the familial kindness Hannibal forced himself to project at times, there is one thing that is certain: breaking into his room is a dumb move. He'll smell you the instant he gets in, Kevin, even if you're gone by then. Unfortunately for you, he's at the door now and, silent as the predator that he is, he knows.

He opens the door, slowly, quietly. ]

[widows_kiss]

Natasha is definitely one of the relatives who tends to be more of a night owl than anything. It's not odd for her room to be left empty and unoccupied for hours after everyone else has turned in for the night and tonight was no exception.

Which is why she finds it a little odd to hear the soft sound of movement on the other side of the door as she's reaching for the handle. She pauses, listening for a moment with a slight frown, since she's rather possessive of her territory, but standing in the hall isn't going to get her any answers.

She pushes the door open in a swift movement and flicks the light on at the same time, intending to catch the intruder off-guard.

[first_demon]

[She walked into her room, looking to wash her hair before returning to the sunlight to rest. But the sudden appearance of an intruder cause her hair to stand at end. Instinctively, she stands straighter, trying to look larger than she was.]

What are you doing here?

[thehobbsgirl]

Weird shit is going down. Weirder shit than the kind of weird shit that Abigail has acclimatized herself to - the last event might have been highly unpleasant, but at least it was less surreal than this one. Abigail has seen more than one person who she knows transform from a human to an animal and seem perfectly blasé about it. More alarming still, people are acting strange, saying they have different names, remembering histories that never were.

And who does Abigail know in Wonderland who, from the sounds of it, has seen his fair share of weird shit? Kevin. So she searches him out, turns up at the door of his room and knocks, hoping he will be there and willing to provide her with some kind of answer, or at the very least, a relatively sane person she can vent her frustrations to. He has a way of being incredibly laid-back about even the most horrific of things. Perhaps he will be able to provide her with some perspective.

[embellishing]

Thankfully Eames had believed he had been spared from this event, but the signs of someone breaking into his room were quick to dash that belief. Breaking into places had seemed like a waste of time since this place provided everything, so Eames was curious as to the reasoning behind all of this.

Leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, Eames raised an eyebrow as he caught sight of the would be thief.

"Looking for something?"

one day, his woman ran off with another guy

[wordvomit]

[There is another reasonably small and rodent-like creature that roams the halls of Wonderland avoiding people and generally being solitary, and he happens to be a relation of Kevin's. It doesn't surprise Ned, then, when he hears someone rummaging through the garbage in the kitchen late at night.

(A reasonable fellow, Ned tries to get most of his eating done when everyone else is asleep, it...makes people feel more at ease. He's particular.)]

...hello?

[he whispers, hoping to whatever smiling god there is that it isn't one of the apex predators in the family.]

[oversight]

This isn't the first time Kevin has been snooping around John's room, at least in some form. Of course, this time around, it's John Liddell and not John Blake, so the tables are turned just a bit.

Oh, and Kevin's a raccoon.

But he's family. Distant, sure, but family nonetheless. And while John doesn't spend much of his time in his room — he much prefers the caves — he does stop in once in a while. Just in time to find his cousin, apparently.

"You lookin' for somethin', kid?" he asks. It's not lacking in affection as he steps up next to Kevin and scoops him up like a cat, holding him in his arms. Is that weird? Apparently John doesn't think so.

[goesdown]

It doesn't feel any stranger now than this place always feels, but then Crowley spends a lot of time burying his nose in books these days. He's always been the sort to fight for his survival and this is just the best way he has to fight what he knows is coming.

He's just been on his regular trip to the library to switch out useless books for new ones when he comes back to an unholy mess and his favorite little prophet.

"What do you think you're--"

Moving further into the room, he takes in more of the mess and realizes that his bureau drawer has been pulled entirely out and the false bottom is open, revealing his pack of syringes and a bag of blood.

His face twists.

"Get out!"