One mansion as it was is weird enough to wrap her head around; this concept of a pocket universe somewhere, where a mere story becomes true, seems a near impossibility to her. Not that she can talk— weren't Amazons just that for the whole of human race for so long now? Some kind of legend, a distant story, a myth. Yet she knows she's very much real.
With her introductions made to Wonderland, though, she takes to exploring the second mansion, which, as she's learned from looking around and talking to older residents, apparently showed up out of nowhere at around the same time she and all the other new people did. Naturally, that should be enough to scare anyone, leave them worried and even a little reticent to step inside.
So naturally, here she is.
All around the first floor, she goes from one place to the next, dressed impeccably in an array of outfits that look both fashionable, expensive, and possibly practical to fight in (just in case). Although she doesn't drink or eat anything for the most part, at the restaurants she watches with avid interest as the food materializes onto the plates, and at the bars she distracts herself with a glass of some cocktail or another. Her eyes scan whatever room she's in with seemingly fleeting interest, but be sure that she's watching everyone nearby.
Although the second floor is a little loud and not at all to her taste, she ventures there too, taking a quick look around, and then staring at the splatters on that wall for long enough to commit to memory what it says there. She'll note it down later on, and while she's sitting on one of the couches on the third floor, she can be found with a notebook, studying that text and trying to figure out what it means.
Or she can be found dozing off where she sits too, having refused to go to sleep, and fighting off exhaustion and tiredness for so long that it's finally catching up to her. A decent night's sleep probably wouldn't do her harm, but call her paranoid for not wanting to fall asleep in this place. Who knows what could happen to her if she did. ]
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One mansion as it was is weird enough to wrap her head around; this concept of a pocket universe somewhere, where a mere story becomes true, seems a near impossibility to her. Not that she can talk— weren't Amazons just that for the whole of human race for so long now? Some kind of legend, a distant story, a myth. Yet she knows she's very much real.
With her introductions made to Wonderland, though, she takes to exploring the second mansion, which, as she's learned from looking around and talking to older residents, apparently showed up out of nowhere at around the same time she and all the other new people did. Naturally, that should be enough to scare anyone, leave them worried and even a little reticent to step inside.
So naturally, here she is.
All around the first floor, she goes from one place to the next, dressed impeccably in an array of outfits that look both fashionable, expensive, and possibly practical to fight in (just in case). Although she doesn't drink or eat anything for the most part, at the restaurants she watches with avid interest as the food materializes onto the plates, and at the bars she distracts herself with a glass of some cocktail or another. Her eyes scan whatever room she's in with seemingly fleeting interest, but be sure that she's watching everyone nearby.
Although the second floor is a little loud and not at all to her taste, she ventures there too, taking a quick look around, and then staring at the splatters on that wall for long enough to commit to memory what it says there. She'll note it down later on, and while she's sitting on one of the couches on the third floor, she can be found with a notebook, studying that text and trying to figure out what it means.
Or she can be found dozing off where she sits too, having refused to go to sleep, and fighting off exhaustion and tiredness for so long that it's finally catching up to her. A decent night's sleep probably wouldn't do her harm, but call her paranoid for not wanting to fall asleep in this place. Who knows what could happen to her if she did. ]