war of wonderland

Who: Damon and Elena
When: Her birthday
Where: Restaurant in Wonderland
What: He wants to take her out for her birthday
Rating: TBD
Status: Closed/Incomplete

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Who: Damon and Elena and whoever else wants to play
When: A few days after their last meeting
Where: Restaurant in Wonderland
What: Elena needs to eat and she invited Damon along
Rating: Pg-13
Status: Open/ Incomplete

Who: Ruby, Sam and Open to others at the Clock tower.
When: Afternoon
Where: Stalking the clock tower
What:  Finding Sam.
Rating: Pg-13
Status: Incomplete/ Open

Who: Buffy Summers and Angelus
When: Night (fore dated)
Where: In Wonderland, chilling around the Hatter's place.
What: Buffy runs into her ex and hell breaks loose.
Rating: R
Status: Closed/ Incomplete

Who: Elena Gilbert and Damon Salvatore
Where: The Carnival he works at
What: A reuniting of sorts
Why: She misses him.

Who: Bellatrix and Merope
Where: A fountain near Hourglass Tower
When: Evening
Why: Bellatrix needs to satisfy a curiousity...

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Who: Angela & Open
Where: The Kitchen of the Hatter Estate
When: At night
Why: After her burns were tended to, she wanted food but wouldn't ask for it directly.


Stubborn, Stubborn, Stubborn. Angela was the most stubborn ox that you ever met, she was hard to tend to because she didn't want to be touched or treated kindly. She knew what they wanted from her and she refused blatantly. When she was finally sedated enough to allow the treatment of her burns, she slept through a good bit of the day but when she finally woke up? She was unbelievably hungry and instead of calling, she slipped into slippers and was pretty damn annoyed that she had to wear a simple white dress to keep her burns from rubbing against fabric and causing an irritation.

In reality, she should have been laying down but she was too hungry for that.


The girl finally made it to the kitchen after an hour of wandering and she opened the large first fridge, pulled a few things to make a sandwhich with. At this time of night, nobody was in the kitchen but she was. The black-haired girl started wiping a bit of mayo on the bread, chicken breast slices that were marinated in pineapples and set down so she could eat.

Who: Jill Valentine & Open to All
Where: End of the Queen's Territory.
When: At night.
Why: She wants to see if she can see anyone.


Jill Valentine, under the power of Albert Wesker, had found the ability to fight off the advanced stages of the serum being pumped throughout her body consistently for the time being. She was able to sneak by the guards undetected and went to the end of the territory, where the guards stood there Jill was sitting up in a tree and she climbed near the side of the large stone walls keeping out invaders or anyone who wanted to leave.

She, for now, decided that she'd like to be outside of the castle and area, snoop around where she ought not be if that was ever possible.

Who: Snowe Vingerhut & Open to all!
When: Afternoon
Where: The training grounds
Why: New training?


Snowe had been stripped of his old uniform that was blue and white for a red and gold one with black accents and a large card number on the upper right hand side of his chest. The pieces fit him a lot better than his original armor did, but it did not accent him not at all because his pale face, blue eyes and white-blonde hair made him appear as though he didn't fit.

Not to mention the others didn't have eyes, eyesbrow or features that made others noticeable.

A heavy sigh as he was whipped his gold sword out and swiping up and down, left and right and thrusting down.

Snowe hoped to gather a companion with face today.

Who: Georg,"Caterpillar" and Cheshire Cat and the ones he is waiting for.
Where: He set a place up in a shadow realm for his new companions for help.
When: Unknown time, Unknown place.


Georg unlike the other inhabitants that controlled their territories was blonde and in the same age range as the Hatter. He had created small bags with tiny "gifts" which were methods of madness rather than anything, but that was unknown to them at the time. The blonde man was working diligently to make sure that they had comfortable seats and they were properly arranged in a place that didn't really seem to have anything but fog and vague lighting because it was just a black abyss everywhere, even tho they, themselves were visible and normally lit.

"You've decided not to give this area up, then? Maybe you should have gotten to the idea sooner rather than later." The Cheshire cat with his deep, unsettling voice poked at Georg's attempt at working while he floated around the room looking like a cat skeleton in the process, making the situation unsettling to most.

"......" Georg said nothing as he found a seat and set down, a heavy sigh came out of his lips.

In there air, sitting parallel to him with his legs crossed with multi-coloured hair was a young man, he was smoking out of a Hookah pipe and blowing it out directly at Georg,"Sending them back at this point would be pointless, pointless, pointless."

Georg sighed,"Can you two try to act presentable?" He scorned.

Who: The Hatter, Marge Hare & the ones he called to work for him.
When: Mid-morning
Where: During his tea party, on his extremely large outdoor area made for just that.



The party shall never be canceled even if the inhabitants are incredibly late for their dates with him at 3 o' clock sharp, which was ironically morning. Those that did not know Wonderland did not know it's erratical pattern of time preferences because the sky controlled the sky, the sun was often out whenever it wanted, causing Lunar Eclipses often. At the moment the wind was picking up which didn't make him laugh nor giggle, he was quite complacent as the wind would often ruin the parties by ruffling things around.

Perhaps the wind hated the parties because he was always never invited!

The Hatter had seats arranged and everything but no one had showed yet, the seats had extremely high backs that were just ridiculous but they were clearly in taste with the rest of the table setting.

The Marge Hare set across from The Hatter, the two looked oddly as if they belonged together. The Hatter had slightly long black hair touching his neck, a violet top hat and a navy coloured suit with pink and yellow print near the edges of the fabric for flair. The Marge Hare was a blonde, attractive man with and eyepatch and long rabbit ears sticking out of his hair. It looked as if they might be fake, but they were certainly not.

"How rude." Hatter muttered,"The tea should never be cold."

Who: The Queen of Hearts and the characters who will be under her rule.
Where: The Queen's Croquet Gaming area.
When: Mid-Morning.


The morning was kind of sunny and no wind, but it wasn't unbearable or else she would have taken a beheading to soothe her frustration with the heat. It was a splendid day for croquet and with some of the priests standing around, she was playing against the others there uncharacteristically, she loved a good game of croquet even if she lost. It was the challenge she loved and nothing more.

Whenever those she had called upon had fallen, they'd likely fall into some kind of brush of bushes and disturbed her game. Snorting through her dainty nose, her eyes filled with fire as she waited for the disturbers to reveal themselves as she'd entirely forgotten about the guests arriving today.

The vision of the Queen was stunning, but she was quite young to be Queen considering she was only about sixteen or so with black bangs and long hair in tight braids with a luxurious red, white and gold outfit lined in tiny hearts in random places.

Who: Merry and the characters who were drawn into the Wonderland Carnival.
When: It is currently morning, about 6am. Date is unknown.
Where: The Ringmaster's circle, after the falling in the rabbit hole.


Upon falling through what seemed like a long, underground-like hole from above one would find themselves in a Circus Tent with the spotlight rested on the hard dirt ground that comes with what people know about a Circus. At first there didn't seem like anyone was there even though the tent and all the decorations were up for a performance. The weather in the tent was moderate but not windy or anything, suggesting that it might as well have been a ghost tent.

Low and behold, they were being watched by the Ringmaster up high over the lighting and behind some of the spotlights, undetectable for now.

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