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[ Daniel wakes up in his hotel room in the village of Altstadt. He is definitely in Altstadt, and certainly not in a room in Wonderland which has styled itself to look exactly the same. And, it logically follows, this room is definitely not broadcasting a video of him without his knowledge or consent.

THAT ESTABLISHED,

Daniel springs out of a restless sleep and sits up on the edge of his bed, blinking in the morning light. It must be earlier than it looks, because nobody has come to knock him up, and he definitely asked to be knocked up at 7am promptly. He was very clear in asking to be knocked up.

They'd better not have forgotten. Might they have done? This is sort of a ghetto guest-house, if you want his honest opinion. There's not even a bell he can ring to call a servant.

Okay, Daniel doesn't have time to be annoyed by the inconveniences of rural life. His thoughts are too full of the last leg of his journey, which will be undertaken today, to the castle where he might finally find some safety -- so he stands up quickly, steps away from the bed. Lacking a clock, he just assumes he's late, and starts to undress hurriedly out of his woolen cap and night-shirt.

The network is still definitely not there, but if it were, it would probably now be broadcasting an early Victorian strip tease. ]

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[ Buckingham remembers the man's face vaguely, and recalls a pleasant conversation to go along with it as well. But that was so long past, and he rather doubts, ah... Daniel? Daniel! remembers him just as well.

Then again, given the nature of this feed it is neither conversation nor the man's... face he is the most interested in. Instead he merely watches the Victorian going about, and most importantly discarding, his business for a while.

And a while longer.

And yet a little longer still.

Annnnd... yes, that about covers the visual performance of the day, Buckingham will be sure to cherish the image as he turns the feed off and seeks conversation and further entertainment elsewhere. ]

[Well she was going to greet the new guy, since the door had changed on this side - but apparently he wasn't in at the moment. The door was unlocked though?? So she knocks, waits a second, knocks again while saying "Hi is anyone in there?", waits while knocking some more, and then just kind of opens it a little.]

Hello? Is anyone in there? Are you still sleeping or something because I mean this door's been here for a bit and--

[She sees a glimpse of naked chest and turns away with a squeak. She'd shut the door and run normally - if she was anyone but Mell, of course. Well, it's just rude not to apologize, right?]

OH EM GEE I'M SORRY you weren't answering though so I thought maybe--

[Wait a second it clicks that something was off with the image and reaction and everything - there'd normally be someone moving around in the room at least, if not someone straight telling her to shut up and go away. She opens her eyes and opens the door a little more, and then the answer is clear. Very clear. Like polished glass.

See because it's a mirror! It's a mirror she's looking through which means the half naked guy she's looking at is the real! Phew! Faux-pas avehalf naked guy.

Her trail of thought ends and she focuses on this. Yes. Observation verifies that this man is, indeed, half-naked. Further observation is required to see if that state changes or not in what variables, so, in the name of science, she observes.

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Aaaaand when that show's over, then she realizes it's maybe polite to at least say hi, or something. Right? ... Because he's new, that is.]

Hi there!

[The observant may notice how she dots with little hearts! Friendly and cute, right? :D]

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[Annie only watches as long as she does because she's staring at the guy's room. Honest. (Maybe). But! When she finally notices the fact that this guy's stripping, she figures she owes it to him to warn him. Or something.]

Hey, um, just so you know....everyone can see you changing.

[Excuse you, Greed does not want to see your nekkidness, okay? He's looking and sounding very cranky.]

Turn your damn radio-thing off.

[Let's be real here: old friends don't often crop up in Wonderland, and if they do, they've usually forgotten who you are and you have to start all over and it's either pleasant and bittersweet or painfully heart-wrenching and no I don't want to do it so let me die here.

Not that the narration has any experience with that sort of thing, but you know.

Evelyn is spending her own early morning casually flipping (they call it 'flipping', she thinks the word doesn't suit the action) through Wonderland's channels to see if anyone else is awake and game for breakfast. It is then that she stumbles upon a clear feed of a young man changing. Now, normally she would hastily switch channels because she is just not into that sort of thing unless the man in question is her husband, but this resident seems...familiar.

Not in the 'maybe we went to university together once' way, but the 'I feel as though I know you well enough to have seen you slightly tipsy before' way. Which is when she realises-]

Daniel!

[Yes, that's it. That's the one.]

[ Flipping through the network passes the time, but it's only so often Philip actually thinks he has a reply worth contributing, and is in the mood to share it. With that poor guy though? The least he can do is give him a polite cough and tell him that he's DANIEL.

That polite cough gets stuck in Philip's throat like a rock, and his finger is already itching to turn the transmission off right this second. Sure, his hopes have long shriveled and died, but it's one thing to know what he's supposed to expect, and another to face that blank look devoid of recognition and force yourself to go through the pain of something as supposedly simple as introducing yourself by name.

Once Philip blinks and realises that his thoughts have been drifting, Daniel is already further ahead with his, er, performance than he was when Philip accidentally tuned in.

And finally he loudly clears his throat. ]

You should probably turn that off, or, erm, put a pillow on it or something.

[Well. This is one way to amuse herself when she's stuck in bed.

She watches.

And then watches a little more.

But not for the reason one might think, she swears. She takes in his clothes that he's changing out of, squinting a little.]

Normally this is where I'd slip in a scathing remark about being a little too keen to be a tease for all of Wonderland. Lucky for you, I'm more interested in what time you're from.

[Yes. That last part is basically a question. Tell her what time you're from, go on.]

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