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Who: Faith Lehane, Lydia Martin, open to all!
Where: Library
When: 04-Aug
Rating: PG+ (language)
Summary: Faith Lehane arrives by destroying 3 stacks of books in the library
The Story:

i came in like a wrecking ball (closed: lydia martin)

Faith would swear the library is where people go to nap in vacuum-sealed silence. Bring a pillow, find a corner -- it's good in a pinch when you've got nowhere else to go. As long as you're clean and not smattered with blood.

Or flying through the air.

Into one of the impossibly tall stacks. Why do they even position the shelves like this? Now Faith has to fight to stop the entire row from Domino-ing all the way down. The second stack starts to go down and she's only just getting up from where she landed after thudding into the first one.

"Four!" OK probably not the best thing to shout but it's all that comes to mind as Faith tries to at least warn whoever might be in those rows. She's already in the air again, arcing up and over the still-falling shelves. When she hits the ground, it's just as the third stack kisses the fourth, sending it teetering precariously. She holds her breath, hoping for the best and expecting the worst.

But the fourth stack stays upright, allowing Faith to re-position the one she's holding. Well, at least the books didn't get crushed. Finally, she blinks, swiveling her head back and forth. This is not London. This is definitely not an alleyway. And her friends are also not present. So, uh.

"Where the hell am I?"

don't you ever say she just walked away (open to all)

Most of her first hours in Wonderland have seen Faith re-shelving books. She's done the whole alternate dimension routine and hopped through a portal or two, so really it's not worth it to make a whole big deal out of the event. Well, aside from the whole actual Wonderland detail. She'd have been happier winding up in a universe of shrimp than have to deal with queens and rabbits or whatever.

"These aren't even alphabetical," she grumbles. Seriously, who organizes this stuff? Why does she have to keep referencing a number?

She's less than gentle, taking only enough care not to damage a paperback or jam one of the hardcovers. Reading them? No. Not that Faith can't get down with some research but it needs to apply to something and the only thing she cares about now is getting home.

If a book is going to tell her how to get home, she knows damn well she's not Fred Burkle levels of smart enough to make it work. So, re-shelving. And lots of scowling.

Maybe it's a little bit denial, but she's not ready to check out the digs yet. Just because they got a room waiting for her doesn't mean she's just jumping right in to get all domestic on it. Until she finds out about the food. Girl could devour a hoagie right about now...

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"Cages?" As unmotherly as Faith is, she can at least acknowledge that kids don't belong in cages.

"That how all Russians raise their kids?" Because she's not quite sure how else to take it, and if you think she's nuanced enough to differentiate between any slavic accent you got another thing coming.

"Only the special ones. And I am Ukrainian, but this is common mistake."

She won't hold it against you, Faith.

"I was taken out of convent by a man named Tomas. He promised many things, but I think he was a liar."

"Yeah, well most of 'em are." She says it casually, but there's still a part of Faith that believes it. Stupid enough to fall for it still, yes, but hopeful even under all that cynicism.

She'd heard all the promises, and only two men had ever delivered. Still neither of them really worked out -- even when they weren't lying, nobody could deliver the world.

"Sometimes you get a good one, but pretty much the only person you can trust is yourself."

"My boyfriend is a good one. He is the only man I will trust. Except for my brother Felix and my sestra's Donnie. He is good husband to her."

But Helena definitely agrees with Faith's larger point. "I will not be someone's puppet. Not any longer."

Part of her wants to pry, to ask a million questions and find out just what this woman means by puppet. Yes, partly because her story sounds vaguely familiar to things Faith herself has experienced. But in some ways the past few years have transformed Faith's redemption pilgrimage into a plain old help the helpless crusade.

Having been on the other side of telling this story, though, she assumes it's not her place to come out and just ask.

"Hate to say it, but I'm feeling a little on the puppet side right now..."

Helena's eyes narrow a bit at that, and she straightens up a bit more as she looks at Faith. And she really has no such filter that Faith does.

"You are puppet for bad people to do things?"

It's a weighted question for Faith, and but if anything Helena strikes her as the blunt type. Someone who knows what it's like to be the puppet.

"I have been, yeah. Try not to be but sometimes it gets a little gray." She confesses it easily, practiced. She'd had plenty of time in prison to practice speeches and cover ups but the only thing that ever worked was just spewing out the true. "Feeling like one now, what with the no-escape speeches I've been getting since I got here."

Helena nods slowly at Faith, understanding. "It is hard to know how to be you again." And then she looks around the library, as if Wonderland itself might start giving said speech.

"I do not like no escape. But...there are worse places I have been forced to stay." So really, maybe this wasn't so bad in the grand scheme of things.

"Yeah." Faith agrees, but it's not a hearty thing. It's empty and full of doubt, and if her tone isn't evidence enough, the way she chews at her lip might be.

"Thinking that's what's setting me off most, actually..."

"That we cannot leave?" Helena asks, just to clarify as she slides down into a chair and watches Faith. "Or that it is illusion of freedom?"

Faith nods at Helena's second guess, pointing in the air. "That's the one. Figure at least show me some bars, I know where I stand, you know?"

"You only have to try to leave to see your bars. In matter of speaking. If you go far out, you will be..."

She isn't sure how to say this, so:

"Relocated to different place in Wonderland. Away from the edges of the world."

"Oh yeah? You get zapped around?" Either answer, Faith will probably try to find out for herself if it's legit.

Helena nods. "It's odd and unpleasant. This place does not want us to go. Not until it is ready."

And that makes her the most uncomfortable.

"Y'know I really hate magic, sometimes." It's too complex, and too niche.

"This is all my first time with magic. I try to understand but it is...more confusing than simply fighting."

Helena gives a slight shrug, figuring that Faith will understand that sentiment at least.

"Hell yeah it is." Faith nods. She definitely likes the way Lion Mane here thinks. "Maybe someday you can show me your moves."

...Faith and blondes, man.

I can show you what I know. It is much.

I killed big drug lord before coming here. He threatened babies. I do not like it when babies are threatened.

It's a date, then. I'd definitely like to hear that story.

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