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moody on the beach

Who: Caroline Forbes and whoever she runs across!
Where: On the beach at first, then throughout the area.
When: Morning of the 14th
Rating: Safe for the kids
Summary: Caroline has arrived, and she's on a beach. Not that she's dressed for the beach, but there she is! Confused. Somewhat annoyed. Obviously in a great mood.
The Story:

She's on a beach.

This, among other things, has Caroline confused. Maybe baffled is a better word, since it seems more appropriate. She's not even irritated (yet), just...baffled.

One moment, the world goes to hell - literally, the Other Side just disappeared, thanks to some not so awesome magic shenanigans. Bonnie and Damon were lost and God knows when they can get them back (she's less worried about getting Damon back, but Bonnie. Bonnie is way more important and they need her. Not just for her witchy powers, but just because they need Bonnie Bennett in their lives.)

Yet, here she is. Standing on a beach, looking at the ocean with troubled eyes, and getting sand all over her really freakin' expensive boots. Seriously, she splurged on them and now she's gonna have to spend however long making sure every single grain is cleaned off.

Get it together, Forbes. She shakes her head, trying to focus on the issue at hand. That issue being she has no idea where she is. There's plenty of other things on her mind, but this is the best one to focus on for now. Everything else can come later.

With that thought in mind, Caroline starts her trek through the sand, heading in the direction of the only place that makes sense - the large building in the distance.

[OOC: Caroline can be encountered literally anywhere on the grounds or in the mansion at any time. Just run into her, or msg me about an encounter and I can put up a comment! I'm open to any and everything. BRING IT. ]

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He spots her near the kitchen, on his way to raid the fridge for whatever variety of rodent blood it was willing to offer up today-- and at first, he almost does a double-take. He'd seen her recently, but that had only been a memory, a scene that Wonderland had put on display along with countless others, one that nobody seemed to actually remember, but that was decidedly a part of Wonderland's past. It seems almost too convenient, seeing her again now, or someone who looks like her, but he can sense her for what she is even from where he stands, remembers what her presence felt like from when they'd just been two among Wonderland's very small vampire population.

"Caroline?"

Her name comes hesitantly, cautious, but he knows of one witch and one doppelganger who will be especially glad to see her, even if the situation isn't ideal.

She's in the middle of biting down on a granola bar (so she got a little hungry, sue her) when she hears someone enter. At the sound of her name, she freezes, and then pivots around to face him.

Her brow furrows as she tries to place him in her memory - but it's a no-go and she quickly chews her one bite and swallows it.

"Hi." Oh God, she doesn't know who this guy is. "Have we meet before or something? I'm just a little -" She gestures with her hand, a gesture that seems random and yet still seems to say 'discombobulated'.

"We have, but--"

He shakes his head, sinking his hands into his pockets, keeping a comfortable distance to try and keep from putting her on edge. It's probably unsettling enough that he knows her names.

"You wouldn't remember. This place likes to play with people's memories in all kinds of ways." None of which are especially convenient. "Sorry. I'm-- Angel."

"Angel." The name certainly doesn't fit - how many guys are named Angel, seriously? Not that it's her business or anything. She takes another bite of her granola bar thoughtfully as she leans against a nearby counter, running this weirdness through her head.

She knows enough about the place, but not everything. Caroline isn't even sure she actually believes any of what she's heard, determined to think that this was all some kind of whacked out fever dream from stress and whatever. However, she can say the idea of anyone messing with her memories is not something she takes kindly to - reminds her too much of being compelled when she was human. Not a good time.

"So, what you're saying is I've been here before?" Her question is followed by her eyes narrowing as she looks at him. "I might need to quiz you on some Caroline facts. Just to verify you're telling me the truth, you know."

Precautions and all.

"Yeah, you've been here before."

It wasn't easy news for anyone, he imagines-- if he'd ever left and come back, he knows he would have had a difficult time believing in something he couldn't remember, but he's willing to be patient, and to allow her whatever time she needs to process. He goes on to put both hands up, fingers spread.

"I'll answer what I can," he tells her evenly, offering a vague half-smile. "I'm not saying we were close, but-- we had some things in common."

Well, if that isn't the weird cherry on top of her extra weird day. There's a sigh from her as she crams the rest of her snack in her mouth, already desperate for another. At least from what she knows about this place, there's a never ending supply of food.

She wonders if that applies to blood bags, but it's not like she's asked anyone that. Talk about giving off a creepy impression.

"We did?" The tail end of what he says gets her attention, distracting her from the thought of blood bags for the moment. "Like what? Were you the winner of Miss. Mystic Falls, too, because I'm sure I would have totally remembered you."

It's not that funny of a joke, but he comes off a little serious, and it's natural to tease. Maybe because he seems a little like Stefan in some ways - with the hair and the serious expression and the what not. Maybe she just misses home that bad already.

"Afraid not. Not for lack of trying. Just made a bad call on the dress. Wrong cut for me," Angel quips in reply without skipping a beat, his voice perfectly deadpan-- something he's had a lot of practice with over the last two hundred years or so.

In this, at least, there's no use in beating around the bush. With Bonnie and Elena, he couldn't be sure of how much they knew or how much he should say, but he can sense Caroline for what she is, and it's the same as she'd been during her last visit, or close enough to it.

"I mean we're both vampires. Ones who don't have any interest in hurting anyone else."

She's about to make a joke in reference to him in a dress when his next words have her quickly shutting up.

Her mouth forms a surprised 'o' and she glances around quickly, as if someone were lurking around a corner, just waiting for this tidbit of info on her.

"Hey, is that like something you're okay just casually mentioning?" She whisper-hissed as she comes closer to him. "What happened to the whole 'keep it secret' thing that's vampire code, or whatever?"

Not that she's the expert in vampire code - she lives her life basically as human-ish as she can. Except with super human strength and the compulsion and the blood thing.

It does bring a little bit of relief, however, knowing she's not the only vampire around town...the house? If she really had been here before, obviously she'd trusted him enough with this information.

"We're kind of in close quarters here," he explains, though he lowers his voice in an attempt to help her feel a little more at ease with discussing it; it would help the both of them to avoid drawing undue attention. "Those kinds of secrets are hard to keep, and the longer you do keep them, the more people wonder why. Better to be honest. If you don't mean anyone harm-- people still distrust you at first, but they appreciate straightforwardness. Helps avoid a witch hunt."

That said, he was used to people knowing what he was, and he tells her as much as he grimaces, rubbing at the back of his neck.

"I'm kinda famous back home, anyway. Been a long time since I've had the opportunity to hide what I am. Sometimes I miss it, but-- something refreshing about being honest from the get-go."

She is on a beach. Somehow he missed the sudden arrival, that would have been quite jarring if he'd literally seen her blink in from nowhere. She's headed inland and he's headed toward the water, yet considering the situation he veers in her direction instead of going on his way. He could be clever and poke fun at the choice of outfit to wander a beach in, but he has to guess she didn't have much of a say in the matter.

"Hello there, love," he calls before he reaches her, just to get her attention. By the time they're close enough for conversation, he has to frown a little at her frazzled expression. Not too long ago it was him showing up suddenly on the beach, and it's no more enjoyable to see someone else on the other side of it. "I have to guess that you're a new arrival." If she isn't, well, she might not be safe from him poking fun about wearing heels in sand.

He definitely catches her attention, and she looks him over warily as he approaches (usually when someone calls her 'love', they aren't exactly pillars of the community). His next words soon register in her mind and she's right back to baffled.

"Wait, so this is normal?" Not that she can define normal anymore, it doesn't seem like the concept actually exists. "The randomly showing up from out of nowhere thing? I'm not - am I dead?"

That's all she's been able to conclude so far, and while she's already technically dead maybe this is actually dead dead. Even if the Other Side is gone, maybe this is where she would go? It's not like there's a guidebook out there for her to refer to (as much as she wishes there was one).

Sorry, Caroline. At least, in his defense, he's not quite as old as Klaus. By about 700 years. How similar can they possibly be? It's okay, you don't have to answer...

"No, you're not dead." That doesn't seem a bizarre assumption to him, honestly, though he does think when someone dies they'll end up somewhere a little more ominous, if they end up somewhere at all. "You're in a place called Wonderland. You might have heard of it."

Cue her thinking he was insane, instead of trying to be helpful.

She's just in the process of mentally freaking out, not really hearing the part where he tells her that she isn't dead, when he mentions Wonderland, and the anxiety immediately flees.

"Wait, wait." That can't be right. She looks at the mansion in the distance, points to it before looking back at him with her head tilted. "Wonderland? Like, those Lewis Carroll books? I don't remember a mansion from those things. Just a hateful Queen who needed a new stylist and some really weird talking animals."

Also - what the hell? She's experienced a lot of weird and crazy, but dropping into a children's book hasn't been on that list. Either he's nuts, or Caroline's having a nightmare.

"Right, you'd think it'd be a castle." He's speaking from his experience of actually going to a version of Wonderland, but it does sound very convincingly that he's also referencing the book. He's not. He still hasn't read that one, he can't find it in the library. Someone already must be trying to research the place they've crashlanded in.

"Still, yes, that's the one. So far I've not spotted any talking animals this go around, but don't hold me to that." She seems surprisingly accepting of her situation, which makes him wonder if she's just so disconcerted by the suggestion she doesn't know what to do with it. "It's real. I think you'll find plenty of stories are."

His statement really hits home, and she laughs a little, a hand going up to push her hair back out of her eyes. Oh, she's very familiar with stories being true - they've just been horror stories for her, not fairytales or whatever this qualifies as.

"You don't have to tell me twice." After turning into a vampire and watching all kinds of magic and death go on around her, she's willing to believe a lot. It's just this one is a little hard to swallow. "I can't say I've found myself dropped into some crazy kid's book. Not that it was very kid friendly, now that I think about it. Kinda scary actually."

So, another horror story? Wonderful.

"I'm guessing there's no quick way back home, then? No clicking heels or weird little drinks?"

She is talking to a walking fairytale, so safe to say he has at least a slight investment in the subject. He's used to the disbelief, at least, yet it will do her well to keep an open mind and she seems to. There's all too much here that would appear impossible at first glance, if she spends the rest of her time stuck on it she'll have a very long stay.

"It's not the most accommodating of places I've been, no." What with the walls that attacked and suspect potions everywhere... and the Queen of Hearts, though Hook had yet to meet the new variety of her.

His expression grows more apologetic at the last bit. No, there's no good way out yet, and he knows that's a frustrating answer to hear. "Not as far as I've found, but there are some of us still looking." Some weren't looking at all, unfortunately, but he's not interested in talking about that at the moment. Probably not heartening to hear half the place found their circumstances hopeless the first second you landed on shore, either.

Elena hasn't been in Wonderland long enough to establish a routine, but she's well on her way there. Little Miss I'm-on-a-mission here has been ruthlessly attempting to learn all she can about their new living situation, with varying degrees of success. Mind, a lack of success hasn't made her any less determined to get to the bottom of things. If there are answers to be found, then she's going to find them.

The first thing she does every morning is mosey on over to the coffee shop. Elena has claimed the fourteenth room on the first floor, directly across the shop in question. That's likely not surprising to anyone that knows her. It's all about the coffee still. And she is, in fact, exiting that coffee shop with a latte in hand when a flash of golden blonde hair catches her attention.

At first, the greeting sticks to the roof of her mouth. (Yearning alone never makes things possible. She should know that.)

"Oh my—" The words spill from her mouth in an exhale. She holds the next breath that doesn't quite come. "Caroline?"

Caroline's started on her first floor exploration when she hears her friend's voice.

Though she can't quite believe the mansion is as big as others have claimed, she figures she'll go a little ways down the hall before turning back and moving on to the next floor. This place didn't look nearly as big from the outside, but from what she knows about magic, things have a habit of not appearing as they seem.

So far, she's been impressed with what she's seen, keeping her focus on her curiosity while trying to keep her mind off the anxiety that's brewing in the pit of her stomach. Elena saying her name has her on high alert, and she turns to see her best friend just as Elena's familiar scent hits her.

"Elena?" Her reply is soft, almost disbelieving, before she makes a beeline to the girl and throws her arms around her neck. Never mind the hot coffee her friend is holding, Caroline's just relieved to see a familiar face, and not just any familiar face - one of her best friends.

Relief floods into Elena. She meets Caroline halfway, returning the embrace fully and not without a degree of protectiveness. Don't ask how she can keep a hold of her coffee and tackle her best friend all at once. Multitasking is an art form she long ago mastered.

And the selfish part of Elena is elated to see Caroline, in spite of overarching concerns. Her moping has been internal, but to say she's been homesick is a grievous understatement. She doesn't want Caroline trapped here either, but her arms around Elena's neck are a welcome reprieve from the unfamiliarity of most everything else. It doesn't even occur to her they might remember very different things.

She'll need to ask, but first things first.

Elena tightens her hold on Caroline a fraction, before she finally pulls back just enough to search her bestie's face. "You're okay. I know you must have a lot questions and I promise I'll try to explain everything. Has anyone mentioned yet where we are?"

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For a moment, Caroline feels something off with her friend. Nothing bad, necessarily, but just different. Her scent? She doesn't have long to think about it before Elena's pulling back and talking to her.

"Yeah, some guy with blue eyes and an accent on the beach told me some things. Wonderland?" She says it a little sarcastically, since she still can't believe it. "I guess that's better than the Other Side, but it couldn't be somewhere better, like Paris? At least that place exists."

She's making light of it, but Caroline is stressing out. There's a part of her totally convinced this is all some crazy dream she'll wake up from, but since she's not figured out a way to jumpstart that process (yes, she pinched her arm, and yes it hurt a lot), she figures she'll just have to deal for now.

The Other Side?

Elena wants to ask more about it, but she knows she has to explain first. She pulls in a steadying place and braces herself. "He wasn't lying," she answers, her lip curving ruefully to the side. She sets the coffee aside, and places a hand on Caroline's forearm. "I know how crazy it sounds, but we're in a place that's modeled after Wonderland. Bonnie and I didn't believe it either, at first."

Some days she still doesn't, but it's getting harder and harder to deny what's right in front of her.

Gone are the days where she refused to believe.

It's insane, and despite all the craziness they run into in their daily lives back home, this kind is still a little hard for Caroline to swallow.

"It's hard to believe." She glances down the hallway and shakes her head, sighing. "Not that I have any proof if it is or isn't. How long have you been here?"

Looking back at Elena, her eyes glance over at the coffee cup, and her brow furrows as a realization starts to happen. "Wait, have you been here a while? Like, more than a day or something?"

Because that seems almost routine - cup of coffee in the morning, strolling through the hall. Elena didn't seem particularly frazzled like Caroline feels, but then her friend always seemed to keep her cool better than Caroline ever did, with very few exceptions.

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Elena doesn't blame Caroline for her skepticism.

She won't even blame Caroline if she decides she can't believe anything Elena is telling her. At least, not right away. Their small town may have been filled to the brim with supernatural oddities, but pocket dimensions to other worlds? That's new. All the same, Elena keeps her cool. Caroline needs her to be steady, and she needs to make Caroline understand, in turn. This is no dream. There's no waking up from it.

"Time works differently here. It's why you never realized I was missing back home." Elena picks up Caroline's hand; she wants to offer an anchor, considering what she's about to say. "I've been here for a month now, Caroline, and I haven't been alone. Bonnie's here with me."

With them.

This new information sets Caroline's brain into overload and she opens her mouth, wanting to speak. The words don't find her, though, and she shakes her head once again, letting out a disbelieving laugh.

"How is that possible?" No, seriously, Elena was just there with her. "I just saw you, like an hour ago or something. We were all together and Bonnie was -"

She stops herself, her lips pressing together tightly. She's thankful for Elena's grip, her friend's steadiness helping her even now. "It just doesn't make sense."

Not that anything really makes 'sense' anymore, but she was starting to get used to how it worked, dammit! This just throws a wrench into all of that.

Elena keeps a hold of Caroline's hand, gentle but steady. Firm.

She doesn't want to overload her friend with more information just yet. Not when Caroline is struggling to process where they are. Silence follows and Elena allows it, pushing her own doubts aside. There's no room for doubts. She has to be certain where truth falters.

"I know. Trust me, Caroline, I'm still trying to make sense of it all myself. One moment I'm seconds away from calling you about my birthday party, and the next I'm—here." Nearly drowning in the Mansion's indoor swimming pool.

It wasn't a great experience, let us tell you. Her whole stay in Wonderland has been an exercise in realizing all of her previous tactics don't work. Elena is no longer the doppelgänger, a central figure to the problem; she can't use her blood and cunning to negotiate or alter their situation. She is only one of many residents, most of them fruitlessly trying to find a way back home. Some of them have been attempting to do so for years.

Caroline bites her lip, thankful for Elena's grip, still trying to absorb all this strange newness that's happening so fast. The whole idea of time being that warped just doesn't compute very well for her right now.

"I guess, I mean anything's possible when there's weird magic involved." She squeezes Elena's hand, trying for a smile. "That's what a lot of this is, right? Magic, or whatever they want to call it. I'm pretty convinced it's all the same thing in the end."

Doesn't matter if it's a coven of witches or some crazy person with a few spells up their sleeve, it can wreck all sorts of havoc. Maybe even some children's book related havoc.

"Which birthday party was this, 'cause I don't even remember you having much of one this year." Yes, she's going to focus on that for a moment, because Caroline is all about a good party, even if the most recent one they had wasn't so hot.

Elena squeezes her hand back in response, but she can tell Caroline's smile is faltering. She knows what a real Caroline Forbes smile looks like. It's all sunbeams and promise, but it means something that she's trying. Elena wants to give that back to her. She wants to give reassurances and the same promises she gave Bonnie: we'll figure it out together and we'll go home.

But it's been a month and they're no closer to a solution then they were at the start.

So she falls back on what she does have: facts. Facts about Wonderland. Elena is about to explain its magic, how the place operates in a pocket dimension apparently frozen in time, when she finally starts to sense that something is Wrong.

"That depends on what year you mean." She's heard of this. Comings and goings. Ruptures in timelines. Years turning upside down. She holds her breath, her chest filling like a balloon. Dread. "The birthday party I remember is the one before our senior year."

Guess who's also on a beach?

A blond British bartender clad in bright teal neon and a Queen tshirt that has probably seen better days, that's who. Then again, anyone who spends any time in Wonderland is used to seeing Simon exercising somewhere at any point of the day. Although he slows his pace when he spots her, breaking out of his jog when he spots her bewildered expression.

"You alright?"

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All these men and their damn accents, she swears, they make her jumpy. Caroline's not really sure what to make of the neon, but who is she to judge someone who's working out? Not her, in her jeans and jacket and boots. Not beach wear, that's for sure.

"Kinda." She replies in a way that sounds more like 'not really'. "I mean, sure. I'm still breathing and all, that's a win, right? As for anything else, that's still up in the air."

She's gotten a rundown...ish. As much as she could absorb until she had to go on and keep moving, because it's all starting to sound way too crazy for her.

"Do people just have, like, morning beach routines around here? You're the second person I've seen." She says lightly, doing her best to not wig out. She feels pretty proud of herself so far, for not melting down completely, but this all just seems too surreal. Maybe she's in shock.

"I do," he confesses with a chuckle, coming to a stop in front of her and propping his hands on his hips as he regards her. "Not even the end of the world interrupts that. And I've been here a while now. Habits are good to have. So, with that particular bewildered expression on his face, I'm guessing you've just washed up here."

It's been happening a lot in recent days. Wonderland seems to go in spurts. Maybe it was feeling especially hungry this spring.

"Maybe not literally -" She takes a quick, suspicious look down at her clothes to make sure they aren't wet. She knows they aren't, but Caroline's already questioning her sanity as it is. "But yeah, more or less. Popped into existence here it seems like, actually."

Which isn't that much better in her opinion.

"Are you from here, or did you wash up, too? And I hope you weren't actually serious about the world ending." At least, not where she is. That is no good.

"That's how most of us arrive," he confirms with a crooked smile. "You lucked out. Not even an embarrassing story to make an impression to the rest of us with. I washed up. Sort of. Woke up in the stables, actually. The horse was less than impressed."

Simon and horses, man. They do not mix well.

"Most people's worlds haven't ended. Mine did a long time before Wonderland dragged me here, but it had nothing to do with this place. I'm one of the few here who prefer not to leave if I've got a choice in the matter? But this place doesn't seem to keen on asking permission for anything."

Well, the beach is better than some smelly horse stable - one thing to be thankful for, at least. She wonders if he appeared in this outfit, too. Might be a valid reason for a horse to not be too tickled with his presence.

"So, there's people who don't really want to go back. I guess if the world's basically over, that makes sense..." She doesn't sound too convinced, however, since wrapping her mind around such a thought just involves too much suspension of disbelief for her right now. "When you say 'this place', don't you mean 'whoever took us from our lives'? It can't actually be a place that takes people."

Yes, there's a scoff there. She doesn't trust that accent of yours, Simon.

Wow, his outfit is fabulous and completely Brit Workout Chic.

"You sure about that?" He crosses his arms and gives her a crooked grin. "It's Wonderland, it sorta defies the laws of pretty much every where else. If there's one person responsible, they've never revealed themselves, and some people have been here a really long time. There's the Queen of Hearts, I suppose, but I don't think she has that kind of power, and tends to stay on the Mirror side to rule there, since she can't really get away with it over here. The others? Seem as caught by the whims of this place as we are. Maybe with a better understanding of how the magic here works at times, but still subject to it."

Look, it's not that Bonnie Bennett is a traditionally messy eater or anything.

It's just-- well, if you'd been up all night every night for a month researching other witches' spells to try to find your way out of a magical prison you'd probably appreciate a ravenous appetite a little more, geez. (Also you should try the french toast here in the dining room it is divine.)

So when Bonnie sees the tall blonde walk past the door of the dining room, she kind of fumbles. It's around a full mouth of eggy fried bread (and pre-makeup because her stomach had demanded priority this morning) that Bonnie blurts out Caroline's name in shock. It's as she swallows too-much food that isn't-quite-chewed-enough that she shoves her chair away from the table and starts to make her way around it.

Caroline has already found the kitchen (and is still snacking on a granola bar after her conversation with Angel), so now she's wandering in an aimless stroll. Her mind is whirling and it was hard to focus on any one thing. Except just how bizarre this situation truly was.

It has been an exercise in discipline on her part to keep herself from having a complete meltdown, but it hovers on the horizon. Waiting.

The sound of her name, though said through a full mouth, is from a voice as familiar to her as Elena's. She immediately turns toward the dining room, inside the door and choking out Bonnie's name around her own mouthful of food before she wraps her arms around the witch. There's a half laugh, half sob from her as she can only hug her friend, a friend she just watched vanish only hours ago.

Bonnie tries to give as good as she's getting on the hug front but really there is just no match for vampire best friend strength. Especially not when that vampire is Caroline. Still, the embrace is more than pleasant; it's a life jacket in the middle of a hurricane. (It's also a second weight dropped into the extreme baggage Bonnie made sure to check on her way into this place but that's a thought for later.)

"I'm so sorry!" There is probably syrup on Caroline somewhere. Oh gosh. "My fingers are all sticky 'cause I wanted to catch you and I didn't grab a napkin and I'm so sorry!"

It's awkward to hold someone close and also try not to touch them with gross fingers too much. She's also too happy to have Caroline in her arms to care that she's running out of air at the moment.

Caroline laughs, Bonnie's apologies snapping her out of it for a second and clearing her head. She takes a step back, shaking her head. "No, don't even worry, I can get cleaned up. From what I hear this place has a never ending supply of clothes, right?"

Yes, she found a silver lining. One of...one.

"I can't believe you're here! I mean, I can't believe I'm here, either, but still. You were..." She trails off, unable to voice just exactly why she's so happy to see her friend. There's a little bit to do with not being totally alone here, but it's more to do with Bonnie disappearing with the Other Side. "How long have you been here?"

It's raining on Bonnie's face, that's all. Totally raining inside because the mansion is crazy and that's definitely a thing that probably happens, right? The job of wiping her face with her sleeve seems to help her miss Caroline's trailing comment, at least.

"Oh god, uhh-- like a month?" Bonnie had spent more time trying to figure a way out than counting the days gone by. So much had happened. She stands before Caroline, still in shock that her best friend is here with her, now. "This feels really wrong considering the circumstances, but I'm so glad to see you."

Sure, Bonnie and Elena are survivors but it's never quite right unless all three of the girls are together. "Wait, have you gotten all the information? You know what's going on?"

"Tell me about it, not like I'd wish weird magical kidnapping on anyone, but at least I know someone here."

Not just someone, but one of her best friends, who she had total faith in. Bonnie and Elena were both solid rocks she knew she could always lean on when she needed it, and God knew she definitely needed it now.

"I got a lot of it...I think." She didn't sound entirely sure as she took a moment to brush her hair out of her face, shaking her head to settle her mind a little (like that ever works, she swears her brain is rattling). "We're in Wonderland, which makes literally no sense, but it's not like I can argue about it. Magical voodoo type stuff brought us here? Right?"

She hasn't gotten very far in believing any of this from the mouths of strangers.

Bonnie nods, a single firm motion. As affirmations go, it's a pretty grim one considering the area of expertise is mainly Bonnie's.

"Really powerful magic. Nothing I've tried even comes close so far, but there are other witches here so I've been studying and trying to learn everything I can." She'll never stop looking and barely rests enough as it is. There are few nights Bonnie doesn't fall asleep on top of books and journals covered in notes. Every answer she finds just leads to more questions, a vicious goose chase she's not sure she'll ever win.

She smiles up at Caroline despite it all, though. If any of them were going to take this situation well, it would certainly be her. "I was going to grab some coffee, actually. If you want to come with?"

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moody on the beach

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basically putting her on the beach means she has to meet him straight away, sorry

it's all good! :D

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@dining room

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