See You On The Other Side {+open}
A storm was brewing. Thunder cracked through the purple sky, a thick bolt of lightening briefly illuminating an uninhabited apartment. As if on cue, a black clad silhouette toppled head first through the large Looking Glass above the mantle, landing hard on the floor below.A pained groan echoed through the lavishly furnished apartment as Mad March regained consciousness. He slowly brought a hand to the goose-egg on the side of his head, teeth clenching as pain began to make itself known.
He’d narrowly escaped an attack by the Resistance, the first and most formidable in months. It had cost him a whole team of developers and an entire Sorting of Oysters, not to mention a fortune’s worth of extraction equipment. Luckily for him, the White Rabbit’s security systems were high on the budget list; once the alarm had been triggered, the entire facility had self-destructed. The Resistance members had been fried to a crisp, along with the Oysters and his men. He’d only escaped thanks to one of his scientists, who’d shoved him through the Looking Glass after finding him knocked unconscious.
March rolled onto his back, grunting as he gained his footing. He assessed his personal damage as he brushed himself off: bullet wound to the left shoulder, possible cracked rib, a healthy serving of cuts and bruises along with a complimentary fat lip. Not to mention the planet growing on his forehead where a Resistance member had got a lucky shot in with the butt of his rifle.
He had no idea where he was. He knew he was in Oysterland, obviously, but he had no way of knowing where the Looking Glass had sent him. After patting himself down he found that he still had a few weapons, along with his wallet and Mirror Key. His mobile phone had been in the lab before the attack, and he hadn’t had time to grab it. His shoulders slumped a bit as he inspected the Mirror Key, or rather the three shining pieces of it glittering in the palm of his hand. It would take a Wonderlander to fix it, and he had no way of contacting one. At least not yet.
He took his time getting cleaned up. There were no clothes in the flat, and no evidence of previous ownership. It was probably a Front House that hadn’t been used in ages, going by the amount of dust blanketing just about everything. But as long as he had his wallet he’d be fine. He had enough Oyster money to buy all the supplies he needed and then some.
A few hours later he was feeling a bit back to his old self. He’d managed to find a clothing store to his taste and quickly remedied the no clothing situation. His appearance only gained a few odd looks from the clerk, and few cocked eyebrows from fellow customers. He didn’t care. All he wanted just then was a good drink and a good night’s sleep. He’d deal with everything else in the morning.
He was currently seated in whatever his cab driver considered to be the “best place to get a drink” in that town. He had to admit, it was very nice indeed. He’d been lost in his thoughts for a good fifteen minutes or so, trying to piece everything back together. How had the Resistance gotten past their security? And why was he the only one left alive?
He was brought back into the moment by a light tap on the shoulder. He looked up from his whiskey with a slightly cocked brow, taking a leisurely sip as he turned to fully face them. It wasn’t like him to let someone sneak up on him. But then again, he wasn’t his usual self that night.
"Can I help you with something?" He asked, voice roughened by liquor and pain alike.
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