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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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?

[lingeringmedusa]

I guess I'm a local now.

What are you Lord of? If I can ask.

[airshipswank]

[ Hesitant confusion rather than indignation prompts a pause. There is some sense in a scenario where he would not be recognised under the bizarre circumstances. His youtube channel has yet to be invented for the world to see, after all.

Still, to... to introduce himself? It seems quite dreadfully vulgar. ]

The name is Lord Buckingham. Duke of Buckingham.

[ Hm. That was not so bad. Clearly worth the instant recognition and awe that will swiftly follow. ]

[lingeringmedusa]

So you're British.

[That is about all the reaction Alice has in her. She's from a family of Siberian reindeer herders, what does she care.]

I don't think many people here will recognize you, Duke.

[airshipswank]

As it were.

[ Not a term he hears at great frequency, but that should be the least of his concerns at the moment. ]

How far does it stretch, this Wonderland?

[ The lack of recognition? Filed away under frustrating things and thoroughly ignored until further notice. ]

[lingeringmedusa]

Not that far. To the beach down there and a little ways into the woods over there. [She nods in each respective direction, not bothering to take her hands out of her pockets.]

[airshipswank]

But if one were to acquire a ship...

[ He looks out at the sea, starting to sound just a little alarmed. ]

[lingeringmedusa]

[She shakes her head.] No such luck, I'm told.

[airshipswank]

And no other buildings?

[ He nods towards the mansion. ]

How many in it?

[lingeringmedusa]

Perhaps a hundred, all from different times and lands.

[airshipswank]

One hundred in this?

[ Too small, no doubt. Although... ehe more he tries to focus on its size the less he seems to be able to focus on any of it at all. It's disconcerting and should therefore be ignored, just like those different times and lands which all escape his comprehension as of yet. ]

[lingeringmedusa]

It's bigger than it looks.

[She takes a step closer to him, tilting her head.]

What year is it, Duke?

[airshipswank]

...1625. [ His eyes narrow involuntarily. ] Why would you ask?

[ The lack of education is no surprise, but the question is certainly peculiar. Troubling even, as the last inquiry he received along those lines came with an unpleasant revelation. ]