young legends die all the time

[goeth]

Who: Bonnie Bennett (OPEN)
Where: Forest, Entrance Hall, Tea Rooms
When: Evening, 15-Feb
Rating: PG-13 (lang)
Summary: Bonnie Bennett arrives in Wonderland!
The Story:

( outside )

Take it from Bonnie: waking up in the middle of a forest is never good news. In fact? It tends to lead to fire and vampires and being haunted and possessed. Does that sound like a good time to you?

She trudges through the snow, arms wrapped tightly around herself for reasons twofold (though it's only the cold she'll admit to, not the fear). She's done her best to wipe the blood from her nose and mouth away, the job not entirely done considering Bonnie's priorities currently lie elsewhere.

As in: What the hell did she get herself into now? She's gone over her immediate memories a thousand times since being dumped in the snow in a darkening forest, and nothing adds up. At least trudging keeps her mind off of the mounting panic-- and the sight of the mansion gives her a heading.

"Jeremy's OK." She's gonna have to tell herself that a few more times. "He's OK and you're just ... facing the consequences?" Did Emily pony up on her warning already? Did Bonnie trade her life for his?

( entrance hall )

"Hello?"

Hesitant is an understatement, though it feels a little hypocritical considering she'd just up and walked into someone's enormous home. Seriously this thing is putting the most popular historical sites in Virginia to shame. Hell, she's pretty sure it's putting wherever P Diddy hangs his hat to shame.

"Who even needs this much space...?" Please don't let the answer be a bunch of dead witches. Please let Bonnie not be the newest among their residents.

( fire in the tea room )

She wanders for a bit, offering awkward smiles to anyone who looks her way as she snoops in rooms and does as much observing as she can in the face of still not being sure she isn't dead. (Though the lack of Emily is certainly supporting the fact.)

She ducks into the tea rooms after a cursory glance, satisfied with the emptiness and materials available to her there. It's there she can be found making sure her powers are still intact, as she sits at a table lit with candles. She starts when she hears the door creak, knocking one of the candles over and setting the adjacent table's cloth aflame.

"Oh my god!" She's up in a flash, moving to cover the fire with a tablecloth, hands outstretched as she mutters foreign words under her breath to get the flames to abate.