bodilesswarrior

She panics, at first, when she wakes in a strange room. It's been months since the Hatter took her - almost a year - but she'll never forget what it was like.

But she knew, back then, she had to think like a cop. And cops don't panic. (Or the good ones, anyway. The ones like her dad.) So she slows her breathing down, and examines the place. She moves like her sensei taught her, smooth and silent, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

Only there's nothing to hit. No grumbling henchman, no cackling madmen. No fellow captors to help, either. Just empty rooms, full but neat, brimming with a life she doesn't know. Somehow, it all makes her feel comfortable - safe - but she doesn't trust the emotion.

She's ready to backtrack, see if she missed anything conspicuous, when she hears a curious meow. So she turns, brow furrowing, towards the couch -

"Jonesy?" No, it's not, it can't be, except the little grey cat leaps over and into her arms, purring like a freight train.

Alice all over again, she thinks as she nuzzles a lost hope, but this Wonderland is much better so far.

[Filtered to Kids]

[She's stalked on the network some - enough to know she's not the only kid here, and most of the adults are at least acting friendly. Some she trusts immediately, for reasons she can't comprehend.

But that doesn't mean there's no danger here. Cabin 219 is her next stop, to see if it really is safe (and also play with robots) - but first, she needs to do this.

She smiles, and it doesn't show nearly as much nerves as she thought it might.]

Hey, everyone, my name's Barbara. I wish I could tell you what's going on, but I'm...still working on that. [She'll get it, though. There are computers in her room!] But either way - I think we all need to be careful. We need to look out for each other.

So - try not to go anywhere alone. I thought maybe we could set up...like a buddy system. Younger kids with older ones.

((Barbara is fourteen years old! Her responses will come from

flawedgem.))