... Down down down she went

[whatshesawthere]

Just arrived and feeling dizzy?
Mind confused and brain all fizzy?
I'm not surprised you're in a tizzy!

But welcome travelers from worlds of old
You'll find our town a welcome home
And if your wandering bones are cold,
Why not join us down The Rabbit Hole?






[ooc: Welcome everyone to Burby! Upon arrival, your character may see this sign outside of the impressive hotel near the centre square, The Rabbit Hole. To welcome the new guests, the proprietress of this fine establishment has set up an informal tea in the main lobby. Feel free to wander in and mingle amongst the other travelers. Tea, wine, and refreshments provided!]

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/wanders in

[braavado]

[Tramping right into the lobby is one very confused Water Tribe girl, one hand mussing up her hair as she peeks around for whoever's in charge. Hopefully she doesn't have to stay too long. Fancy teacups and dessert things? Not exactly her thing.]

'scuuuuuse me? [She calls a little tentatively. Hey, even she knows it's not the best idea to go running into some strange place now. All those patience airbending lessons with Tenzin paid off in that respect, at least.] Anyone here?

Re: /wanders in

[tofollowthatstar]

[There is indeed! One wizened old knight in ill-fitting armor. He swoops over to Korra's side.]

Welcome, my lady!

[He bows deeply]

We are honored to have your presence at our humble banquet!

[braavado]

Whoa, wait. My lady who?

[Holding her hands out in front of her like a shield or something.]

I think you've got the wrong person, buddy. I'm just trying to get home. Where can I get a ride back to the Southern Water tribe? Or uh Republic City's good, too.

:D

[lawbender]

[ Now there's a familiar voice. Lin has been very irritably refusing tea for the past half an hour. That's how mad she is to be here unexpectedly. ]

Avatar Korra. What are you doing here?

[ She staaaaares. ]

8D

[braavado]

Bei Fong! [Korra stiffens and stares right back at her.]

What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be back in the hut with everyone else?

Open - in the darkest lurky corner

[overactiveimagination]

[Merton hasn't been in this place ten minutes before he's found a suitably dark and moody corner to plonk himself in. The mysterious aura he was going for is slightly lessened by the delicate china teacup and saucer beside him, but hey. There was free tea. He's currently working his way through a stack of brochure's and manuals he found at the front desk, all equally vague about where they are and how they're supposed to get out.]

PLEASE THREADJACK THIS THREAD

[justhairy]

[Ruining the mood is this all-American hunk of sunshine. Confused sunshine. Cranky sunshine. But sunshine.

And hey, they've got sandwiches. He's taken about three plates of them and is working his way through them very quickly.]

Why are these things so small?

open;

[lawbender]

[ Do you like grumpy people?

...Do you like really grumpy people?

It might be worth trying to charm this wallflower. But I can't promise you the use of both your hands afterwards. She's leaning against a shadowy wall, all dressed up in metal armor that fits her like a second skin, her hair the iron gray of an aging woman. She seems displeased. ]

Hmph.

[overactiveimagination]

Wow, I love your armor! What is that, turn-of-the-century Japanese?

[treadingwater]

[Alester doesn't think she looks approachable, but she does look like someone who actually has their shit together. Which considering the rhyming sign and general atmosphere of whimsy is a relief.]

Er--do you have any idea what's going on.

[treadingwater]

[A man in breeches, embroidered blue waistcoat, and coat--vaguely baroque, but off in the details (no crazy wig, for one thing)--appears. Alester is more dazed than anything, but he's looking around at everything with visible interest. He picks up a cup of tea, sniffs it, appears to be thinking hard, and puts it back down, before beginning to make the rounds of the room.]

[whatshesawthere]

I do hope the tea isn't against your taste.

outisde;

[kick_a_pow]

[After searching all day for his friends and family, Sokka is in a... less than stellar mood. He finds his way into this party and all he wants to do is brood over a cup of tea.]

[Real tea, though. That's something. He cradles the cup in his hands and sits outside on a step, uncaring if he's in the way. Where he's sitting, he'll be able to see anyone coming or going, which is exactly his intention.]

[For those observant, they'll see that Sokka wears his hair in a wolftail with the sides and back shaved. He's dressed in a very worn blue tunic with white trim, and darker trousers, threadbare at the knees. His boots of brown leather are scuffed and well-worn. Closer inspection will show that some areas of his exposed skin are covered with some very thin, very straight parallel scars, well on their way to healed, but fresh enough to be pink against his dark skin. They circle him in an odd pattern, evenly spaced by millimeters, but they've somehow managed to avoid his face and hands.]

[With him, he carries a pack and some weapons, including a sword, all of which is tucked under his knees for safe keeping.]

[Approach with caution.]

[braavado]

[So she's eaten enough of the tiny sandwiches and tea to feel full, but she isn't any closer to finding a way home. Great.

Korra steps outside, wanting a bit of fresh air before she tries to ask around for information again, and nearly runs into Sokka along the way.]

Oh, sorry! Didn't see you there.

[She takes a step back then frowns.] Hey, wait. Those clothes...

very very late but open!

[tenacious_stray]

[This is not the Pharos — where he was. Nor is it the Bahamut, where he should be.

Gabranth's memory of escaping the tower is dim, but he is fairly sure he does not recall taking any route that would lead him to such a quaint setting. Had the magicks loosed by the Sun-Cryst whisked him to some far corner of Ivalice? Or is this only a Mist-fueled delusion, or something even lesser than that?

But the ache in his body, the ever-present reminder of the battle he'd lost and shame he'd sustained, seems evident of this being no mere delusion. Whatever the answer to this mystery may be, he won't find it unless he takes action and investigates. With his swords crossed at his back and armor heavy on his limbs, he carefully makes his way into the hotel.]

[lawbender]

[ Someone else with armor. Someone else who was a fighter. With swords, true, but Lin has a healthy respect for those. Her Uncle Sokka was pretty good at them, after all. So Lin drifted over to say hello. ]

Far from home as well, I take it.

awhile after the thread with Lin

[justhairy]

[Merton's off geeking out about something or another, and boredom eventually outweighed fear for Tommy. He wanders around the room (making sure he knows where Merton is at all times, just in case) and catches sight of a dude in pretty badass armor. Conversation time!]

Hey man, that is some sweet armor.

[He holds out a plate.]

Tea sandwich?

the latest of the late, but open.

[thirdcriterion]

[Data had certainly not materialized where he was meant to, and efforts to establish contact with the Enterprise have been completely unsuccessful. His tricorder, which he holds in his hand, isn't providing any usable information, which in and of itself is highly unusual.

Further investigation is certainly in order, which prompts him to enter the establishment with the cryptic message outside. It certainly implies, to a degree, that his arrival was hardly an unprecedented or unique situation.

So he walks in and examines the lobby, tilting his head as he returns his tricorder to the pocket on the side of his uniform.]

Most curious...

\o/ OPEN FOR THREADJACKING

[justhairy]

[Tommy may not know as much about sci-fi as Merton, but living with a brother like Dean, it's impossible to not recognize Data.

He looks around -- Merton would FREAK! -- but his best friend is nowhere in sight.]

Dude this is so awesome.

spamming later than everything~

[parasoul]

[Alexia doesn't know what else to do in her current circumstance, so she's having tea. Tea, as she believes, cures all ills - but finding oneself in a different world is proving to be a difficult problem to resolve, even with the application of heated beverages. Men, she suspects, would recommend something stronger - Alexia is turning to pastries, instead. She reaches across the table to help herself to an especially delicious-looking treacle tart, knocking her parasol to the floor in the process.]

[overactiveimagination]

[Merton is in the process of working his way through most of the sweets on the table when he feels something heavy knock into his leg.]

Ow! Watch it, would-

[And then he stops because HO SHIT LADY.]

[sadandsingle]

[Tosh is mostly disoriented due to the fact that she was recently shot in the stomach, and she definitely remembers dying before coming here. This isn't what she expected from the afterlife - not after what Owen had told her about there being nothing at all. Owen isn't here, either, though, and that makes her feel a little dismayed.

She helps herself to tea and sandwiches, but doesn't stay at the table; instead she finds an armchair in a quiet corner. She wonders vaguely to herself where she can find some clothes, as hers look like they've been in a collapsing building - and that's not even mentioning the blood.

Someone somewhere is probably having the vapours about the state of that chair.]

[tofollowthatstar]

[That someone is not Don Quixote.]

My lady, are you unwell? [as though she has a slight cough and isn't bleeding out on the chair]

[aproperdoctor]

[Martha is surprisingly chill about the whole world-hopping thing; she's surveying her surroundings with interest as she nibbles on a piece of chocolate cake. Hey, travelling in time and space will make you surprisingly accepting of crazy shit happening all around you. She hasn't made any moves to approach the other people there, but it's just a matter of time. And cake.]

[tofollowthatstar]

[Upon catching sight of Martha, Don Quixote stops and drops to his knees, kneeling.]

YOUR MAJESTY!