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[She had done her best to avoid being wildcarded...at least, she hoped that somehow she had been able to avoid something turning her into anything weird. But after that run in with the faeries something was bound to give, and she went from one minute looking like a bunny girl in the broadest sense of the word to then looking more the part.

At least, more the fan girlish, male gaze grabbing type, and no matter what she did, there was no way to get anything off. Her knee socks were now thigh highs, her shirt and skort swapped for a thin one piece, a cotton tail on her butt and, to add insult to injury? A sudden need for carrots.

So she is out in the field, munching on said vegetable, clothes skimpy and demeanor ranging from exasperation to twitchy rabbit to sexually flirtatious, depending on the person.]

Guys? H-help!

[Her default right now was "what the crud"]

[[OOC: Fionna is wildcarded, and depending on who you are, she will respond to you in either of the three aforementioned modes.]]

"Don't you ever come back to the Nightosphere!"

┏Those were the last words that she remembered saying, or better yet screaming, over the whirling vortex of chaos that she had merged with. Finn and Jake both looked terrified and super bummed, like always their trying so hard to help out had only complicated things. Not like the Nightosphere any help being complicated and messed up! Ugh, when would they stop making things worse?! The amulet that was secured in the striped tie that hung about her neck flashed and Daddy's little monster returned, fingers raking at the sky and rows of razor sharp teeth gnawing at nothing and everything--the splitting image of her father Hudson, Marceline was gone.┓

"Uh, so Marceline is gone. So if you guys knew her...she was a pretty bombastic friend."

┏ She wasn't in the gardens to hear those words, she was long gone by then. But as the lord of Chaos took her over they rang in her ears, pulling her back to more than just her senses.  The portal that Marcy was hell bent on keeping closed fluctuated and left her control, something stronger than even her possessed form was at work! Both the Nightosphere and OOO seemed to melt away beneath her feet, in a shot the giant monster was falling, falling into the gardens. The vine came alive then, struggling to focus on the falling thing. The lord of Chaos literally cracked and crumbled, leaving behind an unconscious Marceline dressed in a black suit of all things. She lucked out in the lottery of life with being a thousand year old vampire. Hitting the ground the way she did would have killed or at least maimed anyone (or anything) else. ┓ 

║Don'tknow about the Egg Epidemic? Well, you have been living under a rock! Well, in Marceline's case under/inside of a tree, but same diff right? Sure, she had missed the messages but not the point. The crying of the point had dragged her not only out of the shower but also out of her house, the noise echoing in the empty tree fort.║

♬ Hey baby, are you feeling sad?
Listen to Mama when she says that things aren't so bad!

║Cradling the egg in her against her with her left arm she held her umbrella overhead with her right, rocking where she sat. The words were a little harsh and dark but her tone was syrupy sweet, almost like she didn't mind. For Glob's sake she had gone far enough to put the baby in a onesie with the word "EGGCELENT" printed on it. ║ 

♬  Hey baby, I'm so glad to meet you!
But if you keep up the noise, I'm going to have to eat you!

║ Yeah, she sings a lot. Put on some shades and deal with it! ║ 

║Really awesome guitar playing is shredding it's way down the vines! The singing, well, it's could easily be called pretty bombastic! The pitch is perfect and the notes carry like woah, but the tone itself is heavy and pretty sad. It's a voice that hasn't been heard, belonging to a face that hasn't been seen in a while.║

❝With all the times that I've dissed you,
who would have thought that I would miss you?❞

❝Not me, not me!
I never thought that you being so gone would leave me feeling empty!❞

❝Oh, Princess why did you have to go and make a mess of me?!
I can't go back to pretending that I couldn't care less..because..because..❞

║Wait for it....║

"AUGH!"

║Yeah, suddenly the playing and singing both stop and are replaced with random notes and disgruntled grunts!║

[ This place strikes her as being so very, very familiar to her. Yet, she cannot put her digit on it. Perhaps she took a vacation to this world? That would explain the itching familiarity. She has been to many worlds, after all.

A vacation is also something she has not had in a while!

How convenient!

She does not like being whisked away without her consent, but she is less furious about this whole matter than she had been the first time she arrived here--not that she remembers very well. Or at all, for the moment.

Ah--wait! The plant!

She toys with the Vine, which responds by opening its mirror and begins broadcasting the 'video'. She remembers now! At least, she remembers actually being here before for sure. She does not remember where 'here' is.

The video shows her floating in the fortress she built just weeks ago to everyone else--centuries upon centuries for herself. It is most definitely her work as she inspects it. What was it about this world? There had been some sort of gimmick, but all worlds have gimmicks, so that means nothing. ]

How exciting. Hee hee hee! Someone, do please come forth and tell me where I am. I get the distinct feeling I have been here before, but--well, ruling so many worlds makes them all bleed together, you see.

Hurry up! I may have all the time in the universe, but that does not give me infinite patience. Hee hee hee.

[In the waning hours of a cold winter day, Gavril, as ill-dressed for the weather as ever, lays upon the frozen ground and stares into the endless expanse of clouds above in as quiet contemplation as she could muster. Such a sight may have been serene, if Gavril's usual brand of loud banter didn't soon fill the previously unbroken silence around her. As the zombie-girl's screed issues forth from her mouth, unknown that anyone may be watching, her tone is a mixture of nostalgia and anger. Her past was not a happy one, and her choice of words reflects this fact well as nearly every sentence Gavril speaks is peppered with profanities and cries of rages.]

Well shit, it has really seven nine months since I first came here. and I'm still not used to peaceful things are around here most of the time. I guess it's more like when you first put me together, old man.  You know, things were pretty good back then until you dumped me out on my ass because you couldn't take care of me anymore. Yeah ,I know I ate to much and tore up the place every couple months, but I was a stupid back then and didn't know any better. And it was you who made me that way in the first place...

Eh, makes me wonder why you bothered to put me together in the first place. I mean you could of made some mindless beast if you really wanted to test all that science shit you were always going on about. Guess I'll find out if I ever find you again, that and I'll probably punch you in the face for good measure. Ya know, for old times sake.

[There's the face of a very excited and very happy-looking troll girl appearing via the Vine today. Feferi doesn't really look like she knows how she activated it. But she's happy and it seems to be telling her she can speak into it.]

Oh my cod, this place is beautiful! I can't get over how lovely the forests are, and the flowers...and the purrbeasts and the slitherbeasts and the hopbeasts! They're so cute, I want to hug them all. Even the slitherbeasts. But especially the hopbeasts! They are just adorable.

...wait, I didn't introduce myshellf! How silly of me, I shrimply forgot my manners. I'm Feferi Peixes! It's nice to meet you. I am so excited!

[She sure has dragged that vine with her as she's dipping her feet into a nearby pond, letting the fish in it nibble at her toes.]

I think I like it here already.

[ Let it be said that, for all her pride and vanity, Her Imperial Majesty was one far from lazy and one most certainly capable. She quickly learned of the 'magic dirt' and as foolish as the name was, she recognized its potential immediately. That was well over a month ago.

This is now.

Possessing tremendous brute strength as well as centuries worth of experience in all matters architectural and war-like, it took her an inhuman (as one may expect, due to being inhuman, and the adjective frankly means little here) amount of time to fashion her abode. That is, if one can call a tremendous aquatic fortress an 'abode'.

She has taken an entire lake as her own. It is a particularly enormous lake comparable to the depth and surface area of a certain Earth lake and conveniently resembling her favorite shape; here, she has constructed her center of operations. From the center of the the lake sprouts a black-and-red tower, like a bloodied spear thrusting out of the surface. On one side of the tower, at water level, is an open entrance. The inside is...filled with way too much crap worth describing here--at least beyond describing it as being fit for the most frustrating of endbosses, filled with traps, puzzles, treasure, and gratuitous booby-traps.

The entrance opens up to a long, long hall with a throne at the end; lining the sides are strange unmoving black and red statues, but it is otherwise empty and there seem to be no exits into other rooms.

Her Imperious Condescension's video is broadcast from somewhere inside the fortress, as she has deliberately allowed the Vine to grow within; wherever she is, it is a room filled with water. Everyone's favorite intergalactic mermaid is swimming gracefully about, looking very pleased with herself, before settling onto a throne. ]

After a frustratingly long fleeting moment in time, I have finished creating my new residence! That dirt is a bit useful; it almost has a chance of being compared to my empire's technology. I wonder, just what else can it do beyond building?

New things are always so EEEXCITING. So, without further wait, I will christen my new cozy hive. I introduce to all...

Bastille Condescension!

[There isn't any speaking -- not at first, anyway. Someone has passed along the pearl of wisdom that the vines of the Garden enjoy this sort of attention, and now that Link has finally found each and every missing item of her inventory, she's doing her best to win over this cluster of foliage with a slow, clumsily-plucked harp melody.

She's playing from memory ... or, rather, from the memory of hearing someone else play. She misses beats often, overcrowds her runs, and has to pause frequently to prevent herself from producing blatantly wrong notes. Eventually she stops, and from the shuffling that ensues, it can be inferred that she's carefully putting the instrument away.]

... Not my best. But it's my favorite. What do you think, huh?

[In case you're wondering: yes, she is speaking to the actual plant. And any response that she receives will be interpreted as the opinion of ... the plant.

Give her a break. She's still catching on over here.]

[Xion had found an abandoned store filled with hand-made dresses, something left behind by another guest. She has company with her now, she and Zinc have been trying them on. Many of the dresses are short lolita fare, but Zinc has found a full length dress done in a floral. It's a bit big on her, but she and Xion seem to be having fun. Zinc wraps knitted scarf around the girl's neck, smiling faintly.

She notices that the mirror has been overtaken by the vine after a moment, waving hello, looking a bit abashed.]

I was... thinking. To invite guests to my home. I can't... provide much. Just company, but everyone is welcome. A week from now, maybe? We can all meet.

[Zinc seems to remember something, pointing to Xion.]

We've been making decorations.

 [The video is choppy, so much so in fact that those watching should probably ignore the picture at first-- it is that difficult to make out. What can be made out is only audible-- a shrill scream, it's both ear bleed and blood curdling at the same time. There is a lot of movement, like someone is being followed at break neck speed.]

Why would..
you..?
why would..
you..?
why!?

[Those words are repeated over and over and over again, between gasps and stifled cries. Each time the words are said the voice breaks a little more, until the anguish is obvious. The chanting eventually dissolves into quiet sobs, the image finally clearing up. At the foot of one of the Orchard's largest trees there is a rather ornate parasol, frankly its beautiful. The parasol is shaking, someone is clutching onto it with a white knuckle grip. The picture adjusts again, finally it shows who it is:  it's Marceline. She is curled up beneath the parasol on the ground, trembling and sobbing in the shadows. She's hiding, so maybe she's sad about something? That is probably anyone's best guess at first. She turns, proving that theory wrong. The left side of her face is bubbling, the skin peeled back and blackened. While her right eye is fine (although very red and puffy from crying), her left eye twitches and vacantly looks in the opposite direction of her right. The Vampire is hurt and badly.]

[The video fails here, giving in to static as Marceline starts sobbing even louder. Eventually all sound and movement stop altogether, the video rerouting.]

( Audio to Bonnibel ) (This follows after the events of THIS thread.)

[Video]

[As the vine's leaf opens up, it shows a closed eye filling the entire mirror. The eyelid lifts, revealing more eyes within eyes within eyes. The mirror becomes like a window to a dimension of eyes, teeth, and blood, all swirling around each other in impossible ways.

A voice carefully selected to be unnatural in a creepy way speaks:]

I look forward to playing with you again.

[Okay, so she hadn't shown her face on the vine since her first day. Well, that time shouldn't count as it was an accident anyway! The Vine, it was just a dirty birdy pervert, sneaking up on young women in the night. Add to the fact that, well, Marceline was clueless as to how to work it; however, she was talked through it and it sunk in. The image, after it finally decided to focus, showed Marceline's face up close and personal. She had the expression of someone that was mad as hell but didn't have the energy to act on it. She cracked her knuckles one good, loud, excruciating to hear time before she finally spoke.]

"This song goes out to the thief that royally junked up my night!"

[Well, she didn't have her axe bass back yet so the birds accompanied her. Really, it took the edge out of the song but she guessed she would have to deal with it. Air guitar, that was still awesome right?]

❝If I see you around again,
  I'm going to rip your face clean off!
  Aw yeah you tailed thief, I'm going to sink in my fangs and drain you like a slab of beef!
 What you did was totally lame, we weren't even playing in your stupid game! Oh, no!❞

[She stopped singing, giving a grunt of annoyance. She was too tired, upset and hungry after what happened to even think! Words were just failing and hard. At least -her voice- recovered enough from the screaming for her to sing decently, yeah. Giving a good long look into the vine, Marceline gave a low growl.]

"I really mean every last flipping word of that, don't try me. You know who you are!"