paradisalogs | I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down

Who: Linda Danvers and you
What: A new arrival scopes out the pretty prison
When: Nowish
Where: All over the first floor
Rating: PG

The journal was tucked under Linda's arm as she walked slowly through the lobby of the admittedly gorgeous castle. Nothing was attacking her, and it really did all look perfectly innocent. You know. By gorgeous castle standards. Like she knew anything about gorgeous castle standards.

She didn't even remember that she was in costume until she felt the blonde hair of her wig brush against her neck as she turned her head. How did she get here? What was she doing an hour ago? And what sort of freaky magic did the journal use to make sounds and images come out of it like some sci-fi fantasy mishmash? She didn't want to mess with it until she was sure that there weren't any angels, demons, or otherwise divinely affiliated entities involved in her arrival here. Somebody else was the Earth Angel of Fire now, right? So they had no business with her. Not that that had ever stopped them in the past.

She gave the suspicious once-over to every person she passed in those luxurious halls. Where they a part of whatever this weirdness was, or just like her, lost and really confused? And now that she thought of it... she was totally going to get fired if she didn't find a way home soon.

[ooc | She'll been wandering around, so feel free to meet her anywhere on the first floor of the castle inside or out! ]

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Getting the impression that it was not up for discussion, he let it go and nodded. "Alright, well, I pass the message on if I run into them. Is there...anything else I can help you with in the meantime? You have a little bit of that 'I have no idea what's going on' look about you."

What? No, no it wouldn't do to look too lost. She pursed her lips for only a moment before shaking her head firmly.

"I have at least some vague idea of what's going on."

It might not have been obvious to most people, but Gren had a way of reading people. What people said was often less meaningful than what went on behind their eyes.

He gave her a soft smile. "Okay. But, for the record, you're not the first person here to wake up and not know where they or how they got here."

That should have been comforting, but instead it was only more frustrating. She was just one of a number of victims and even though she was Supergirl she had no idea what had happened or why.

"How many?"

"Pretty much everybody that lives here. A couple hundred, give or take, but don't quote me on that exactly. We come and go often enough to make a regular census kind of difficult."

Not that anyone had ever attempted such a thing, to his knowledge, or what that would have done to help anything, except give the people writing it something to do and a good idea of how often things in Paradisa liked to changed.

A shiver ran down her spine. Every person who lived here, all of the people who had passed her, even that one who just glared at her and then ran off, they were all brought here just like she was.

Now that was some intergalactic level badness.

"You come and go how exactly?"

Gren made a thoughtful sound. "That one is kind of a doozy. It's the castle that does it," he said, pointing vaguely upwards to indicated the building in which they now stood, "or something inside it. Nobody knows exactly what it is. But it brings people here from all over. Different times. Different worlds. Different universes, even."

He'd seen quite a lot in his years here, and maybe it was magic and maybe it wasn't, but one thing was for sure - it was powerful and had all of them under it's thumb.

"Some thing." She just wanted to be perfectly clear. "Not some one?"

"If there's a shadowy mastermind somewhere, he's never shown his face or given us any reason to think he exists. Plus, I guess people have found things that say the castle is kind of alive. Sentient. And it feeds on us. Our emotions. So...yeah, I'd go with thing."

Which wasn't at all a comforting thing to tell anyone, but it was the truth, and he wasn't a liar. An evader, maybe, but only in certain areas.

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"So the castle is the someone? I've seen stranger things." No, actually, she hasn't. It makes her feel better to say it though.

He nodded in the affirmative.

"I could believe it. I've met some people here from some pretty strange worlds. Strange to me, anyway. It's all relative."

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