1 ♕ The latest trend is interdimensional travelling {audio & action}

[airshipswank]

[ WAKE UP, WONDERLAND! Somebody has stepped into your gardens and he is looking so handsome and also his mouth opened, in case you would like to listen to an accidental audio transmission... ]

Well, well, well. Colour me confused...

[ The Duke of Buckingham glances at his surroundings curiously. A few observations spring to mind, the most

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[dashboardlite]

[Dean is just taking a leisurely stroll through the gardens after raiding the orchards for a bountiful harvest of apples. Sleeves pushed up, the flannel shirt currently being used to hold his loot, he takes a satisfying bite of one and pauses mid-munch to stare at someone new.

Dear sweet, smoking Jesus, what. The Hell. Is this?]

Hey!

[He slings his "bag" over one shoulder, adding:]

...Did the Renaissance Faire come to town, or somethin'?

[airshipswank]

[ When treading on foreign ground it is wise to tread lightly until the area has been explored. Allegiances must not be destroyed or made until one is certain whose favour would be the most profitable to gain.

But this chap? A trained eye tells Buckingham that his affection will yield absolutely no profit whatsoever. ]

You there, peasant!

[ He struts towards the man, ignoring whatever words he slurred in greeting. ]

Take me to your master, now.

[dashboardlite]

[No profit whatsoever? When the mansion gets overrun by monsters on special occasion, buddy, don't expect any goddamn favors.]

Peasant?

[Dean snorts. This guy definitely takes the cake. The cake covered in rainbow frosting and berries and cream sprinkles.]

Look, Little Lord Fauntleroy, I ain't a peasant, and I don't have a master. You're not in Kansas anymore.

[And then he partakes in another rude and lip-smacky bite of apple.]

[airshipswank]

[ Buckingham's features harden as he listens to the man sputtering about some noble whose name he doesn't recognise and a place he's never even heard of. ]

Lord Buckingham is the name; I recommend you remember it.

[ The distinct lack of grovelling submissiveness lends this whole scene an even more unpleasant air. ]

And now you will speak some sense and tell me whose mansion this is.

[Voice]

[tadanokusuriuri]

They won't.

[Being helpful!]

[Voice]

[airshipswank]

[ His universe does not take the conventional historical timelines all too seriously as far as inventions are concerned, but this is certainly a first.

He taps the device again. ]

...The little trinket speaks?

[ Well, if that isn't just magnificently disconcerting. ]

[Voice]

[tadanokusuriuri]

That is not... precisely right.

[Hell if the Medicine Seller really gets it, though. He knows demons, not future-technology :|]

[voice]

[airshipswank]

Explain.

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[thisisherson]

Well, aren't you just charming?

[The voice on the line is high, young, and most likely feminine upon first hearing. You should count yourself lucky, Duke of Buckingham - Kurt usually avoids audio posts at all costs for that very reason, but he just needed to get that sarcasm out of his system. That's what happens when you go around shouting on the network and giving him a headache.]

No one here is responsible; we were all basically kidnapped. Yourself included. Yelling isn't going to get you anywhere.

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[airshipswank]

[ Yes. Yes, he is. ]

Kidnapped?

[kidnap
1670s, compound of kid (n.) "child" and nap "snatch away," variant of nab; originally "stealing children to provide servants and laborers in the American colonies."

...oh boy, it sure is a good thing that the mun is lazy the mansion is thoughtful and continues to apply its translation program to Ye Olde Early Modern English. ]

I find myself neither shackled down nor locked up, I believe that makes me a rather poor prisoner.

[ And so, having established that you, young lady, are clearly speaking nonsense... ]

Now, instead of giving me lip I would rather you fetch me a horse and I shall be gone within the hour.

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[thisisherson]

[Kurt actually laughs at that.]

Uh, no. I'm not fetching you a horse. If you're going to insist on proving that you're not trapped here, then you can go fetch your own horse from somewhere and see for yourself. No matter what you do, you'll just wind up here again.

[What a disobedient "young lady"! For shame!]

Seriously, if someone could leave within the hour on horseback, I wouldn't be talking to you right now. I would be at home, far away from Wonderland.

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[airshipswank]

[ Damn the audacity of that wench!

Any more of this unhelpful nonsense and he might actually have to have a look around the grounds himself. ]

And just where is that?

[ Doing his best and teeth-clenchiest not to yell at the magic box Buckingham presently hopes that by discovering the point of 'far away' he will be able to make a more educated guess about the location of Wonderland itself. ]

action; if it's okay

[lingeringmedusa]

[Don't mind Alice, she's just been creeping and since she could see on her comm device where you were, she decided to SHOW UP. She steps around a rosebush and stops at a respectful distance at least with her hands in her pockets.]

So this is something that happens often.

abso-action-lutely!

[airshipswank]

[ Odd attire. Again. A servant girl perhaps.

(For all he chooses to believe she has been hiding in the bushes all along.)

Buckingham is getting weary of all the defiance. This time he won't be the one to speak first.

A curt bow, a scrutinising glance. ]

Miss.

[ Go on then, do let this one say something useful. ]

[lingeringmedusa]

Sir. [Her expression is just the pleasant side of neutral.] I guess you just arrived?

[airshipswank]

[ He clicks his tongue and offers a humble correction: ]

Lord.

[ And yet Sir is actually the best he was able to get so far. Quite the frustrating victory. ]

Indeed I have. Are you... a local?

[Video]

[reckless_eagle]

[An androgynous young... person in long, red robes appears on the video screen, draped with an almost regal sort of casual disregard over one of the tearoom couches.]

Like, hate to be the bearer of bad news or whatevs, but babe, you are shit out of luck on that one. A ton of us thought it was Her Royal Bitchface's fault, but like, she went down like a month ago and we're still trapped here, so it's really anybody's guess what the deal is there.

[Videohgoodlordwhatisthismagic]

[airshipswank]

[ You must simply forgive him, but the message itself has yet to draw as much attention as the small image suddenly appearing brightly on the device. ]

Will wonders never cease...

[Video lmao]

[reckless_eagle]

[It's pretty easy to figure out that, holy shit, this guy is from closer to his own time than to everyone else's! Poland perks up a little.]

Ohmigod, I know, right? I was like, pretty sure it was witchcraft or something at first, but apparently they have tons of stuff like this in the future!

[video]

[airshipswank]

The future indeed...

[ Buckingham is as impressed as he is puzzled, but a grudging sense of acceptance is starting to sink in. He is quite eager to embrace only the very best and latest in fashion and technology, but those metaphorical embraces tended to be... less crushing in the past. ]

Might I inquire who I'm addressing?

[ The duke has made a similar observation about Poland and finds himself considerably less vexed by the prospect of a time companion. ]