open log for Crowley, Bruce Banner and mirror!Banner

[hugeproblem]

Who: Crowley, Bruce Banner, mirror!Banner and OPEN
Where: Crowley and m!Banner on the Real side, Bruce on the mirror side.
When: July 17th through the end of the event
Rating: PG13
Summary: Crowley avoids the rips, Bruce throws himself into studying them literally and Banner looks for places to focus his unending rage.
The Story:
Crowley
Bruce
m!Bruce

(( ooc note: mirror!Banner is a melding of Bruce Banner and the Hulk, incredibly smart and incredibly destructive. If you want him to do any sort of damage to your character, let me know, otherwise I will assume that characters can get away from him if he gets violent. He can revert to Bruce, but it's not his default form. ))

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Crowley

[goesdown]

Crowley watches as the rips start to do strange things. He watches as things fly into them and people go voluntarily through them, but he keeps his distance because they're all bloody insane. Wonderland has been acting up and it's not surprising that something new is happening, but after their last scrape with the Jabberwocky, Crowley can't help wondering if it isn't related to that. It can't be good for a thing to have a great and terrible beast trapped in its core.

Still, Crowley makes his way around the grounds, exploring at a safe distance. There's not much he can do to help or to keep himself safe, but he doesn't want to hide when he could miss something, so instead he brings himself to the beach, the ocean a reminder of his death before last. He loses his shoes, toes digging in the sand as he walks by himself. This is where the first rip appeared. He wonders where it came from.

[oversight]

Atypical to his usual manner, Blake hasn't been home and hard at work cataloging the changes around them. The appearance of the tears and all the changes to the landscape have clearly been noted, but he isn't poring over his growing collection of Wonderland history, at least, not as written by his own hand, and not at home.

He arrives back at their room some time very early in the morning, one sleepless night after the cracks appear. Crowley should be used to this by now.

"This isn't the first time these've been big enough to walk through," he says in greeting, expecting Crowley to automatically understand the direction of his thoughts. He pushes off from the door frame and steps into the room, his fingers working to roll down his rumpled sleeves.

"Christmas a couple years back they were tiny, but some other time — a Christmas a few years before that — those tears lead somewhere else."

[goesdown]

Crowley frowns. This is the type of thinking he's used to, but he never likes it. Blake is smart--too smart for his own good at times--and Crowley wishes he'd use that smarts to take care of himself, but he can probably concede that Blake's gotten a little better about that.

"Where did they lead before?" That's what he asks, but what he's really asking is how much worry is Blake going to put him through when he jumps through one?

[oversight]

John smooths down the fabric of his shirt and pops the top few buttons. He's not sure he's heading to bed, but he's certainly down with these clothes he's over-worn for the day.

"Home." But he doesn't allow Crowley to comment before clarifying. "A facsimile of home, actually. Mark Meltzer told me 'bout them a coupla years back." It's hard for Blake to talk about Meltzer without it becoming very obvious how much he misses the man. Mark had meant something to him that no one else in Wonderland's managed to touch, like they were kindred spirits on an entirely different level.

"He said they were massive, but empty. Not a soul to be seen."

[white_eyed_angel]

She's already at the beach, investigating the tears and watching the water with a serene expression. The world holds more pleasures for her than it does her counter part, and she is able to bask in its glory more easily. She isn't an unhappy creature, only in knowing that others are harmed. One being a figure that holds a connection to her, no matter what form she's in.

When she spies him, she offers him a genuine smile, open and bright. "Crowley." It's spoken reverently and with warmth. She's no demon, but an angel, which at least can tip him off who she really is.

[goesdown]

When Crowley looks at her--really looks--he can't help the small chuckle. Of course Lilith's counterpart is an angel. He still hasn't heard much of his own, but he can't imagine the copy of him is any more dangerous than he is--certainly not as dangerous as an angel.

"Hello, Lilith." He keeps some measure of distance between them. "Is that still your name?"

[white_eyed_angel]

"Of course it is." She gives him an amused smile, a bit more animated than her counter part. "Changing names has always been more of your thing. Not that this one never suited you." She glanced back towards the tears between their worlds.

"How are you. I had heard that you were one of the ones trying to defeat the Jabberwocky."

Re: Crowley

[voiceinthedark]

He's hoping that there might be some pattern to the rips and where things end up. He is probably being overly optimistic, but he needs something to keep him occupied and this is as good as any. So, giant numbered tennis balls. Recording where they go in and where they end up. What can he say? He probably needs the exercise. Five is particularly good at sniffing out lost tennis balls.

He's followed this one down to to beach, number 8, and is scribbling down the details while Five plays with it.

"Crowley?" he says when he spots the demon, waving at him. Weird. He's not used to seeing Crowley anything other than perfectly dressed. "Are you okay?"

[goesdown]

Crowley hums in response, turning around slowly to get sight of Sam. The possibility of mirrors has his mind wandering to Kevin's and for a moment, he forgets that Kevin has been gone for quite some time now. Where do people go when they leave Wonderland? How can they be sure that any of them go home at all when Wonderland could just as easily bring them to a recreation of it? Maybe Crowley's never really been home once.

"Enjoying a walk on the beach. Nothing strange here."

He raises an eyebrow, pointedly not indication the rip nearest them.

"How are you enjoying the slightly unsettling view?"

[voiceinthedark]

Sam looks him over pointedly. "You're not wearing any shoes."

Like sure, on most people that wouldn't be weird considering they were on the beach, but when it's Crowley it just looks weird. More casual than he's entirely used to seeing Crowley. It's obviously throwing off his entire world view, but it would be like Janine showing up wearing a mini-skirt and fishnet stockings.

"Well, I'm glad I've seen it, but not sure I'll be booking this holiday again next time."

[meatsack]

Tangling with the rifts enough to get through to check out the mirror side had left Meg with a strong urge to lay low at least until they went away. There being only so many places to go in this strange little world, the beach was easily one of her personal favorites. Besides, those strange rips had originated there... judging by their apparent propensity for randomness, if shit got cray, odds were that it would happen elsewhere. So the demon could hope, at least.

It's when she's making her way back through the breakwater from taking a dip that she crosses paths with Crowley. Her gut still twists with a twinge of leftover instinct to get far, fast, but their truce has held up so far outside of him taking cheap shots at her for shit with Cas, and now Dean. Squinting against the sun, she swallows the general rage and hatred he can always inspire at the drop of a hat and opts for civility. She pauses for some reason, wondering all the while why she doesn't just give him the cold shoulder. Her expression passes for neutral, if not entirely friendly; her tone flat and nonchalant.

"Leave it to you to remind me how small this place really is."

[goesdown]

Crowley raises an eyebrow, entirely unimpressed with her whole thing at present. She can be as snarky as she likes, but his concern is always for the bigger picture and right now there are rips all over that.

"If you really want to get away, jump into one of those things."

After a brief pause, he keeps walking, bare feet moving with slow deliberation through the sand, as if he's more focused on the steps than where they're taking him.

Bruce Banner

[hugedork]

Bruce spends the first day after the rips appear studying them at Steve's request. He reports back his findings and once he's relatively sure that there's something on the other side, he starts to jump through them himself. It's not long before he finds himself on the mirror side and that's something new and different, isn't it? It's certainly something worth exploring. He's got a few small instruments with him, but mostly he's just walking around and trying to collect samples.

He wanders around outside, collecting dirt and leaves and anything else small enough to fit on his person. Maybe the things here hold the key to figuring out how Wonderland works. Once he's finished that, he starts to wander inside the mansion more. How much of the layout is the same? What's changed? He walks each floor, snooping everywhere from the basement to the roof in the name of exploration.

07/17

[assembles]

[ As soon as Steve realizes that the tears in the fabric of Wonderland have spread all across the mansion and the grounds, he knows that they need to be careful in how they handle them. With no explanation of what they are, why they're there, or what they do, it makes the most sense to proceed with caution.

If anyone would be able to get to the bottom of what's happening here, it'd be Bruce Banner. Bruce had told Steve he could contact him for any science-related issues, and Steve has to assume that this applies.

A text is the quickest way to get a hold of him, seeing how Steve isn't entirely sure where Bruce's haunts are anymore. ]

I hope you're not so cooped up that you haven't noticed the rips that have been opening around Wonderland?

[hugedork]

[ Admittedly, Bruce spends a lot of his time in the lab. It's more familiar than anything else here and there's not much to do in his room that he can't do there. The text still pulls a smile out of him when he reads it. ]

Nobody here but us chickens.

I've noticed the rips, yes. Any ideas? You've been here longer than I have.

7/17

[actualwizard]

Billy is investigating the rips by casually tossing himself through them and seeing where he ends up (quietly sorta of ignoring Steve's request that they steer clear of the rips). Its on one of these trip through a rip that he almost lands on top of Bruce.

"Oh god, sorry! These things are really unpredictable. Last time I went through one I landed in the pool."

[hugedork]

Bruce looks up just in time to shuffle out of the way, but he doesn't seem too ruffled about it. He's thrown himself through a few already, too, and he knows exactly what happens on the other side.

"Good thing you can swim." He give Billy a sardonic smile. "I haven't been able to get too much of a read on these things. Just enough that I was pretty sure there was something solid on the other side of it."

mirror!Banner

[hugeproblem]

Banner isn't sure how he got here to this bright and colorful place. He's used to the bleak grays of his own side when he's outside, but here the trees are as green as he is.

Turning around to glance at the rip that he's just fallen through, he lets out a heavy breath like a dragon and takes heaving steps towards the nearest voices or sounds of life that he can pick up on. The earth around him shakes with each step, but he's used to the way things give around him, shoving trees out of the way as easily as paper.

With his posture tall and his head held high, he wonders if he can find the people here who would cage his mind and fully bring out the beast within. There's not a place he's been where someone hasn't tried to use him.

Nothing makes him angrier.

ACTION

[improvident]

[Bill would sympathize with the whole "being used" thing if he was an even remotely sympathetic being of light and energy, but since he isn't, he often sees lesser creatures as things he can exploit, or manipulate, or wear, depending on the day.

It's a mood thing.]

ЩΉӨΛ-ΉӨ-ΉӨ, BIG FΣᄂᄂΛ.

[Oh, now this? This is prime real estate. The color isn't his favorite, but then, he's always been the most partial to golden yellows. Green just screams environmental sustainability, or, I don't know, jealousy.]

ΉӨЩ'Ƨ ƬЯIᄃKƧ?

[hugeproblem]

[ Banner stops to take stock of whatever is talking to him. He knows that his mind is a little less sharp than it could be, but that would require letting his green armor down and that's just not something he likes to do.

There's part of a smashed tree under his foot and his great brow furrows as he focuses on the bright yellow thing. It's not a person at all, not even really person-shaped like Banner is. ]

What are you?

[possiblymad]

Investigating the tears in Wonderland's sordid reality, he's hopped back and forth between Mirror and Real a few times, but only briefly. However, one of his jumps brings him outside on the proper side of the mirror where he sees something so very unsettling. Loki gave pause, looking the beast over. His hand dips beneath his coat and pulls out his concealed dagger, but he just holds it tight for the moment. It would have little effect on the beast if they fought, he knew that much. His last encounter with the Hulk in Wonderland ended in leading it astray into the woods with an illusion. But something was odd...

"We meet yet again, Gamma Troll." He tries carefully, stepping back and to the side to put some distance between them while never turning his back to the Hulk. "I don't suppose I could simply convince you to stand down? I would hate to be the one to report it was one of the noble Captain's very own to break the peace between us."

[hugeproblem]

Banner's head turns quickly towards the voice. Of all the people from his home who he would like to smash, Loki isn't one he would have thought to pay much mind to. It's SHIELD he has his quarrels with. SHIELD and the army and the stupid Avengers.

Just the thought of SHIELD has his blood boiling and he almost doesn't process Loki's words because of it, shoulders raising as if he's getting ready for a fight like a feral creature. Just as quickly as they tensed, they shift again to something more neutral.

"Bring Banner to the Captain."

[thatgrayarea]

[ Blake would have preferred to have Crowley waiting for his Mirror, but logistically speaking, it just isn't practical. It takes Blake five tries, and each time he was tossed out somewhere random. As predicted, when Blake passes through the crack that finally leads him to Mirror Side, Johnny is tossed back in his place.

He stalks around for a while, but as with all times he's ventured to the Real Side, Johnny finds his way into his Real's room.

His time on the other side hasn't been the kindest and he's considerably thinner than his counterpart. Small enough that he fancies he won't be seen as he presses close to the clothes up in the closet, hands passing over the varying fabrics.

There's something worth taking here, he's certain of it. ]

[goesdown]

[ When Crowley comes home, he doesn't know that something is off right away and he goes about pouring himself a drink. Perdita is out and about, but Nessa should be here. She's hiding, which is a little odd, but what's odder is the very human thing he can sense in the closet when he goes upstairs.

He opens the door without fanfair. ]

You do know that I'm a demon, don't you?

[thatgrayarea]

[ Well, he had to time things so Perdita was out, let's be real, because it's not like hellhounds can't tell the difference. He would have been way more fucked if he hadn't thought about that much before invading this space.

Somewhat casually, Johnny turns on his heel and takes a sleeve with him, dragging it past his nose before dropping it and then shrugging. ]

Yeah, I know all kinds of things about you. So what?