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[OPEN/EVENT] Take me to Wonderland;

Who: Emma Swan, Jo Harvelle, Angelus, Lily Evans, Rebekah Mikaelson, Mirror!Emma, and anyone who wants to cross paths with any of them.
Where: Throughout the mansion, both Real and Mirror Side.
When: 12/12 until the end of the event.
Rating: R, for Angelus reasons.
Summary: Event catch-all! Will add things in as needed as the event progresses.
The Story:

Emma

12/12 - 12/14, Holiday Punch

[After more than a year and a half spent in Wonderland, one would think that Emma would know better than to help herself to anything the mansion offers unprompted -- and, in general, she does, but there's something about the decorations and general holiday spirit that the mansion has been trying to drum up that she finds infectious. While she has yet to come across and cakes or mushrooms that make people grow or shrink upon eating them, the fact is that it could still happen, and being wary about what she touches or eat should be second nature.

The punch, however, does neither of those things, and upon drinking it, she actually finds herself to be feeling a bit lighter, smiling from ear-to-ear and with any worries or anxiety that might have been plaguing her concerning the dream they'd all shared about the Jabberwocky not long before having vanished without a trace. In fact, she finds herself feeling so festive that she manages to pull a Santa hat out of one of the closets for herself, as well as one for Lucky, completely with a dog-sized Santa coat that she manages to wrestle him into, though it takes some doing.

While she won't be staying in one place for long, she'll be seeking out friends and relatives alike while she's in such high spirits, as well as leaving little stockings filled with various types of chocolate and a number of candy canes hanging on the doorknobs of certain rooms throughout the mansion. Henry Mills, Killian Jones, Regina Mills, Mary Margaret Blanchard, David Nolan, Neal Cassidy, Robin Hood, Belle Gold, Mr. Gold, Zelena, Evelyn O'Connell and Philip Lafresque can all expect to find a stuffed stocking complete with a cheerful note proclaiming 'Happy Holidays' from Emma on their doors.]

12/15 - Onward, Mirror Side

[It's entirely without warning that Emma finds herself on the mirror side on Monday morning, having been on her way up to the diner to meet with Henry for breakfast before her surroundings seem to shift, violent and immediate. She recognizes her new surroundings for what they are -- she's been here several times before, and the last switch she'd made with her Mirror had been much the same: sudden and unexpected, leaving her reeling in its wake.]

What the...

[She pats herself down quickly to appraise herself; she finds her phone without trouble, but already knows full well it won't do her any good on this side of the glass. Her resistance notebook would have worked great-- if she'd had it on her person. Breakfast hadn't included any resistance business, which meant that she was unexpectedly stranded on the other side of the glass with no way to contact anyone else.

She sighs heavily, raking a hand through her hair.]

Great. This again.

[With no James or anyone else in the immediate vicinity to brainstorm with. Fantastic. Just what she wanted: to be alone on the foreign side of the glass.

To anyone else who happens to cross over, she'll be doing her best to locate any other Reals and avoid the Jabberwock-- for now.]

Jo

12/13 - 12/15, Aged Down

[Anyone who heads to the bar with the intention of talking to the proprietress will find her to be missing in action as of the 13th, something noticeably unusual -- come hell or high water, Jo sinks a decent amount of her time either behind the bar itself or keeping the place in good shape, even when things seem to be threatening to go sideways -- in fact, especially then. Instead, anyone who seeks her out will quickly realize that she's nowhere to be found, though Jormy can be spotted trailing along behind a girl with curly blonde hair who looks to be about seven or eight. While this miniature version of Jo won't be wandering into the bar anytime soon, she'll be spending the duration of her stay in Wonderland exploring the mansion and grounds high and low, including spending most of the afternoon on the 14th lost in the stacks in the library and spending several hours investigating the closets and kitchen cupboards on any given day. On the 15th, she'll have stumbled upon the location of the resistance hideout out in the woods, trying to collaborate with Jormy to find a way in. Whatever's behind those locked doors has to be good, right?]

12/17 - Onward, Real and then Mirror Side

[Jo is prepared to mobilize the moment she sees the Red Queen's message about the rabbit hole, but first, there are preparations to be made. She arms herself to the point of being loaded for bear, complete with a number of her knives tucked away in various places on her person and her favorite shotgun, though weapons aren't the only thing she needs to take care of before she goes. If she's crossing over, she can only assume that her Mirror will be doing the same, as so many already seem to have done, and that means taking precautions. The last thing she wants is a repeat of last year's Halloween -- her Mirror had been quick to seek out anyone Jo gave a damn about and did a serious amount of damage, something Jo really doesn't care to revisit.

On the Real Side, she can be found demon-proofing her own room by painting a devil's trap just inside the door, which she pulls a throw rug over once it's dried, followed by laying salt lines along the door and windows. Next up is the bar, which gets the same treatment, though she doesn't bother covering the trap on the floor. Her Mirror, she figures, is most likely to get stuck in her room, but there's no reason not to take steps to make sure other key points are covered. Finally, she goes around to individual bedrooms throughout the mansion, spray-painting devil's traps on the floor outside -- the mansion has repaired damage on itself before, and maybe the carpets will clean themselves too quickly for the traps to do any good, but she still makes the effort. Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Adam Milligan, Simon Lauchlan, Charlie Bradbury, Allison Argent, James Potter, Isaac Lahey and Elijah Mikaelson will all find that the entrances to their rooms have been marked with devil's traps if they're still present on the real side and happen to wander past.

That done, she makes her way to the rabbit hole the Queen had revealed over the broadcast, weapons and a backpack of food and first aid supplies in tow. From the 17th onward, Jo can be found on the Mirror Side, attempting to establish a base of operations (open to any friends or allies there) in the first empty bedroom she finds and doing her damndest to track down any of the Reals who have been switched since the Mirrors first started coming to their side. Her top priority will be getting the lay of the land and making sure her fellow Reals are safe, but rest assured, when the time comes, she's prepared to throw herself headfirst into the fight against the Jabberwocky.]

Angelus

Real Side

[For Angelus, the last few weeks have been irritatingly samey, having spend the better part of November locked up in a cage fashioned especially for him -- as a matter of fact, the 35th room on the 10th floor has been converted into a prison using the mansion's brand of magic. For the most part, he's been content to bide his time, occasionally sniping his jailers with an irreverent remark or two when they happen to drop by, whether to ensure he's still where he's supposed to be or to deliver bags of blood. The cage can't hold him forever, no cage ever has, and he severely doubts the witch's ability to get his heart back -- even if she does, a heart isn't exactly a soul, and if he had to hazard a guess, it would be that simply shoving it back into his chest won't be enough to put Angel back where he belongs.

Not that he wants to take that chance.

Still, for now, he has no choice but to wait -- and it's when the holiday decorations rip their way through the mansion that he finally starts complaining, often and loudly. Whoever last delivered his blood seems to have left the door to the hallway open -- either that, or he somehow managed to be flexible enough to grab it himself, but anyone who passes by the room is likely to hear him calling out to them, an attempt to get anyone's attention in order to relieve the boredom. It had been dull enough before, but now with garlands and lights wound around the bars of his cage?

Dear God, this place is insufferable.]

Just when I thought this place couldn't get any worse, it had to go and make itself festive.

[He snorts, pinching one of the lights between his forefinger and thumb to crush it and cause it to short out.]

Wonder if I could use one of these things to hang myself.

[Considering he doesn't need to breathe and can heal a broken neck, it probably wouldn't do much good, but he's desperate for some kind of relief. Another week or two in here and he might just go out of his mind for real.]

Lily

Real Side

[Lily doesn't trust food that's been offered by Wonderland one bit, regardless of how often she's made use of the closets and cupboards to get what she needs. That was different -- it was on her terms, but when the mansion starts trying to push even something as innocent-seeming as cookies, that's a red flag to her. Naturally, her boyfriend and their assorted friends don't seem to be quite as skeptical as she is, which means that she'll be spending the first several days of the event herding Marauders who are in need, particularly James, who she'll be attempting to keep from indulging from day one -- and failing miserably.

When it becomes obvious that some of the Mirrors are starting to cross through the glass and that a number of the Reals are missing, she changes her tactics and relocates to the clinic, where she'll be offering to use her healing magic to help anyone who's injured: Real, Mirror, or otherwise. Even if the Jabberwocky is thought to be on the other side of the glass, she knows that altercations between Reals and Mirrors always seem to be unavoidable whenever they're on the same side, and she's prepared to do what she can to help.]

Rebekah

12/15 - 12/18, Holiday Punch

[Any mention of Mirrors or the Jabberwocky seem to be lost on Rebekah, to be quite honest -- once rumors start flying, she doesn't pay them any mind, still being a rather new arrival by Wonderland's standards and still having trouble taking anything in this place seriously. Like all the stories say, everything about Wonderland seems mad to her, as well as childish, and she's chosen to view it like any other prison -- insufferable and, if she has things her way, temporary.

Her perpetually black mood regarding her situation -- including her recent kidnapping -- seems to vanish on the 15th, however, thanks to her having unknowingly tasted the punch while she was in the process of interrogating an uncharacteristically cheerful Klaus. For the next three days, the vampire will be all smiles, her usual snide or haughty remarks dying before they manage to reach her lips. She can be found throughout the mansion, but is most likely to be found lingering in the dining hall as she sizes up its potential for social gatherings or in the library whenever evening rolls around.]

Mirror!Emma

12/15 - Onward, Real Side

[The minute the Jabberwocky showed up, Emma knew that staying on the Mirrors' side of the glass wasn't an option. She wasn't much of a fighter, she had always been a runner instead, and this was as good a time as any to put that into practice. In the past, she's headed over to the Real side without saying a word to anyone, but this time she opts to include one person in her escape plan -- an accomplice, someone she knows is as interested in protecting his own ass as she is in protecting hers.

Crossing over goes smoothly, but she knows that once she's among the Reals, she'll have to avoid the real Emma's army of white knights. They'd descended on her when she'd come through during the search for the sword, and instead of going to use her Real's room as her own, she finds an empty one to squat in for the time being. That said, sitting on her hands and waiting for the Jabberwocky to make his way across realms isn't an option, either -- as soon as she's crossed, she goes about collecting supplies, which includes ransacking the kitchen and abusing the closet of "her" room on the fifth floor, where she carelessly leaves the door open after one of her brief trips to the bar.]

Mirror!Jo

12/17 - Onward, Real Side

[It's almost immediately upon her being forced to the Real Side that Jo's Mirror makes her way to her Real's room. She'd rolled her eyes at the blatant devil's traps that had been laid out in front of the bar and a couple of other rooms along the way, but when she finds no such thing in Jo's own room, she snorts to herself and pushes the door until it swings open, letting herself in. Maybe her Real didn't bother protecting it because she didn't intend to be here, but the Mirror was still sure she could use it to suit her own purposes while trapped here--

Until she crosses the threshold and finds herself stuck regardless. Grimacing, she stoops down and grabs hold of the rug to pull it up and reveal that a trap has been painted underneath. It won't hold her forever, but not thinking to check first had been an amateur move, and she sighs heavily as she drops her head back, irate.]

Well, shit.

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[The last time Rocket heard anything about Rachel/Rebekah/THE BROAD WHO DID THE THING, she was missing and while that gave him emotions he didn't feel like addressing, he didn't think too much on it. People come and go here. Maybe she vanished and he'd never have to sort out any weird, awkward feelings.

..Or maybe he could walk into the dining hall and see her grinning like a maniac. A cheerful maniac, but a maniac.

Okay, Rocket. Act cool. It's only as weird as you wanna make it... and anyway, it's not like she was going to recognize him without the extra height and the pretty boy good looks, so AHEM. Excuse him, Becks, as he investigates the punch, himself, sniffing at it, suspiciously. Anything people are insisting he eat and drink is probably bad for him. And this punch isn't even spiked at all. Rude.] If they're gonna force this swill on us, they oughta at least put some liquor in it.

[Rebekah looks over her shoulder when he speaks, pausing midway between jotting notes down on the tiny pad of paper she's been toting around with her -- loose, disjointed planning for some kind of party, one that will likely go nowhere once she's back to her normal self. For now, however, she smiles, looking amused by the complaint.]

I suppose you could always add some yourself. What's stopping you?

[She turns to face him, leaning lightly against the chair in front of her, arms crossed along the top rung.]

I'm almost certain it would be an improvement.

I'd have to steal it. [Absently. He drops the ladle back into the punch bowl and abandons it, avoiding meeting her eyes. It's easy when you're short. You can always use the excuse that you don't wanna look up that high.

That excuse is better when you're not standing on a chair, though. The floor is just so fascinating. Really.] Which ain't hard, but that's a lot of effort just to spice up their refreshments. I got bigger things to worry about.

I hardly think it's stealing when the cupboards will give you just about anything you want.

[Something that's come in particularly handy for her, considering her expensive tastes. She looks curious as she watches him for a moment, though her smile remains.]

Like what? It can't be all that bad.

[A pause.]

Have we met?

I don't trust those d'ast things.

[The first question he ignores due to the second question. He freezes in place on the chair and scratches his neck awkwardly. She's surprisingly more cheerful than he ever really gave her credit for being, which is terrifying in itself, but this is... yeah.]

Talked on the comms once back when you first got here- you were yellin' about a baby or somethin'. [He laughs nervously, because Rocket is many things, but a good liar is not one of them.]

That's awfully cynical of you.

[Normally, she might agree, but now she cheerfully chides him for it instead, not seeming particularly bothered by the fact that most things in this place appear to be conjured by magic.

For a moment, she looks thoughtful, but recognition clicks into place shortly thereafter.]

I remember now. I was looking for my niece-- seems like I was worried over nothing, now, but at the time, I was rather worked up, wasn't I?

[Of course she misses Hope, but she can't imagine now why she'd been so troubled.]

You were almost helpful.

[Somehow the bitchiness helps him a little- not with the elephant in the room, but with the fact that her being cheerful is just weird icing on an already fucked up cake.]

Almost, huh? [He dares to relax a little. Maybe she'll never figure it out. Maybe he can shove this under the rug and he can... What, exactly?? Continue having a decent rapport with same dame?

Whatever.] I'll remember that the next time you need the benefit of somebody with experience.

Almost.

[Her smile hitches wider. Even cheerful, she's still herself, to a certain degree-- there's no amount of magical punch in the world that could erase who Rebekah Mikaelson is at her very core.]

There's something more than that, though, isn't there?

[She raises an eyebrow. She might be out of sorts, but she's not unobservant, and something has him tense, even if he seems to be relaxing now.]

I swear we've met somewhere else.

[And now he's tense again.]

Think if you had, you woulda remembered it. [He gestures to himself.] I kinda stick out.

[Hahahaha. His ears flick anxiously. YOU WERE DOING SO WELL, LADY.]

What, just because you're short?

[She smiles cheekily as she neglects to comment on the obvious. He makes a good point, she'd likely remember a talking raccoon, and in fact on any other day she might have been startled by his appearance or the revelation that he, in fact, was who she'd spoken to on her first day-- but today, it simply doesn't bother her.]

It's not that. [She pauses, momentarily thoughtful.] Something about the way you talk.

[Yes. Because he's short. And covered in fur.

His hand goes to his throat instinctively. DAMN HIS TRAITOR VOICEBOX. DAMN IT TO HELL.] I dunno, lady. I talk to a lot of people. Maybe you just overheard somethin'. Y'know how it goes in this joint. Nothin' to do but chit-chat and watch other people be stupid. It's like everything's standin' still.

[whomp there it is.]

I'll admit, it's dull at times, but surely it's not that--

[There it is, indeed. 'It's like everything's standin' still.' It takes a moment, maybe two, to really process, but after that moment has passed she narrows her eyes at him, curious, searching.]

You can't be-- Cooper?

[Well. At least she's not screaming.]

[His ears flatten and he puts his hands over them as if he's expecting to hear her start shrilly proclaiming her disgust, but it never comes, so all he's left doing is snarling and raking his claws down the fur on his face.]

Not any-freakin'-more.

[She should scream. She should throw a fit and punt him halfway across the room, by all rights, but instead there's just a long, pregnant pause, followed by:]

You're a great deal shorter than I remember.

Is that all you got to say about all that?

[That he's short??? As opposed to not being a bald-bodied, insecure humie? He's waiting for the other shoe to drop. There's a catch or something.

Or maybe she's into furry genetic experiments.]

Well--

[She's aware of the fact that she should have some objections. A lot of objections, as a matter of fact, and yet...]

It hardly does any good to get fussed over it. It won't change much of anything, now, will it?

[She's taking this way too well.]

[Rocket rubs his muzzle with an aggrieved expression.] Personally, I'm all for forgettin' any of it ever happened before either of us has to think about it too long.

[too late. he has thought about it.

it gives him nightmares.

humans. ugh.]

Forget? Was it so terrible?

[She almost laughs. Proof enough that she's not herself-- because of course, of course it's that terrible. Terrible is putting it mildly, as a matter of fact.]

We can forget it. We weren't ourselves. Enough reason to dismiss it.

Terrific. We'll just call it water under the bridge. [Until she calls to yell at him about it.] And maybe we can still be... uh...

[friends?

acquaintances?

what are words...]

What, chums?

[She smiles, her mouth hitching up a bit higher on one side, amused.]

I don't see why not. Why shouldn't we be?

[he looks at her strangely.] 'Cause it was a little weird.

[WELL IT WAS. He doesn't know how to use delicate words.]

[She raises an eyebrow.]

Hardly the strangest encounter I've ever had.

[IT IS, THOUGH.]

You're lucky you've caught me in such an excellent mood. The last man who scorned me got himself tortured. As it stands, I don't see any reason we can't just go on with our lives.

[Shame Damon doesn't remember that.]

[......]

That's... great to know.

[things he'll forget when his temper starts flaring. ahhahaha.] No sense in bringin' torture into anything where it ain't needed.

Consider yourself fortunate.

[Really. Seriously. Do that.]

Now, if there's nothing else I can help you with--?

[Give her a couple of days. She'll be a hell of a lot more bothered.]

Nope. I'm good. Think Lachlan's got some liquor with my name on it over there somewhere.

[see rocket. see rocket get the hell out of dodge.]

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[OPEN/EVENT] Take me to Wonderland;

12/15- Rebekah, slightly before his mirror crosses over.

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I keep losing Rebekah notifs I don't understand. D:

Noooo D:

It's a tragedy.

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