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[ Some people, when they first come to a brand new place, like to introduce themselves. They maybe get to know people, socialize and make friends or at least make nice with those who have been around longer — you know, that sort of thing.

And then there's this guy. ]

Tell me you have a clinic here.

Or a bar.

I'm not picky at the moment.

[ There's a newcomer wandering the halls of the mansion today, the brim of his baseball cap tipped low, body language cagey at best. He's doing his best to keep his head down and his hands firmly in his coat pockets — except for when he's got his device out and is tapping out messages to post to the network rapidly. It isn't long before he comes to a stop at the stairs between the fourth and fifth floor, lifting a hand to rub at his temple idly as he lowers himself down to sit for a moment.

He seems tired — exasperated, almost, but run down more than anything else. And if he happens to bear a resemblence to another recent arrival, well. That's probably entirely coincidental. Probably. ]

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How many are there here?

I've only ever met the one, but things can turn ugly on a dime. It's good to be careful.

That's ominous

Care to elaborate?

Let me just —

[ elena is going to attach the handy dandy pamphlet that evelyn o'connell drafted. ]

It's in the Events section, though I still don't know why they call it that.

[ oh, that's the first useful thing he's seen here, wow. ]

Thank you

[ no sarcasm there either, but, you know. text. who knows. ]

Have you asked anyone?

[ elena switches to video; she doesn't mind if he sticks to text. it's just easier to say all she needs to say out loud, when it comes to explaining the ins and outs of this bizarre realm they find themselves in. and so, hello harry. have a dark-haired girl who can't be much older than eighteen. ]

They don't seem to know, either. [ elena is far too inquisitive for her own good. all she's done since she got here is ask questions. ]

Maybe whoever started calling them 'events' isn't here anymore. But they always happen, like clockwork.

[ It's fortunate that he's not using video — for him, anyway, so she can't see him pause briefly. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but this wasn't it. ]

That fits the description of an "event."

I guess I've always associated an event with celebrating. [ and this is a far cry from that. ] Not that it really matters what we call them, just that they happen. I know this must all sound ... insane. But I've been here five months, and everything in that pamphlet is true.

[ not that elena expects him to just take her word for it, but if wonderland decides to sink its claws into him, he'll see it eventually for himself. ]

Well.

I've heard worse.

[ He doesn't plan on elaborating but as he glances through the pamphlet, he realizes that none of it really raises any flags with him. Sure, suddenly appearing in another world is disorienting, but that's almost old hat to him at this point. ]

[ oh.

well. that's the grouchiest equivalent of a kanye shrug if elena has ever read one. she wasn't expecting such a calm reaction. she is used to soothing and being ... well, useful. she frowns and switches back to text since he doESN'T SEEM TO NEED HER ASSISTANCE. :[ ]

You'll fit right in, then. Still, you can never be too careful.

[ The funny thing is that out of everyone that replied, Elena is probably the one that's left most of an impression on him so far. Positive, anyway. ]

That's a universal truth, isn't it

[ she pulls in a breath. he has a point. recklessness in mystic falls rarely served her well. there's always a chess board, and you've already lost if you don't know you're playing a game. elena uses her weaknesses and turns them into strengths, because what else is there? ]

Wonderland seems to enjoy taking that to an extreme. Are you sure you don't have any other questions?

For now, no

[ There's a long pause between messages. And then: ]

But I'll contact you if I have any

[ :D!!!!!!!! ]

Good luck with your injury.

[ elena cuts the feed and skitters off. ]

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