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Miia was frightened.

It wasn't a good feeling. For every scary thing that had happened to her since coming to Japan, none had truly rendered her as afraid as being boxed into a small room, a synthetic voice telling her she couldn't go home. At first she had thought she was being deported, and for what crime she didn't know. Ms. Smith surely would have come for her if that was the case, and her Darling would have fought for her, but as much as she called out...

As much as she called out, or banged her fists on the door, or beat her tail against the floor, Darling didn't come. Her love wasn't rescuing her in a blaze of gallant glory as he had when Draco had forced their advances on her, or when that terrible couple had harassed her, or when she had nearly drowned in Mero's pool.

He wasn't coming. He had to come for her, but he wasn't.

If she hadn't believed in him so strongly, it would have felt like a betrayal.

The most frustrating part was knowing the other girls were with him somewhere. Papi and her childish charm, Centorea and her quiet nobility, Mero and her subtle sensuality. They were with him and she wasn't, and if she wasn't there he may pick one of them as his bride. It made her teeth bare and her scales itch at the thought. She loved him the most, she was his first guest, she was the one who deserved to marry him.

By the time the door opened she had worked herself up into such a jealous frenzy that she nearly flew from her little prison, ignoring the little bits of machinery she had been instructed to take. She slid down corridors, thumped her tail in irritation over every second that passed in the elevator, and when the door slid open she all but bulleted down the next hallway, careless of where she was going.

No matter what that stupid voice said, she needed to find her Darling. And she needed to find him now.

[Miia has arrived, but is in some pretty strong denial. Find her anywhere on the station, frantically searching for the love of her life.]

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Jack had finished for the shift and his tools were put away. He was on his way to find some food when a pretty little creature all but ran into him. He could tell it was an accident, she seemed awfully distracted.

"Hey, hey," he said, catching hold of her just as they collided so that neither of them would fall. "Are you okay? Are you...oh, ok. No pants. Tail. Interesting. Are you okay, though?"

Miia hadn't even noticed the man until they collided, her focus breaking off into a sharp gasp. He was tall and handsome, American if she had to guess, but he was a stranger and a human, and she reared back out of his hold and coiled herself into a tight ball while raising herself up to look bigger, to be taller. "I have to go home!" She insisted, drawing her hands back from where they had landed on his chest and to clutch them to her own.

Glancing from side to side her ears twitched. There were too many sounds, too many smells, and she couldn't hear or find her Darling anywhere. "I have to-- I have to find my Darling. We can't get married if I don't find him!" For all she knew Ms. Smith had already found out who had sent the threatening letter and Darling was selecting his bride. He could be marrying Mero for all she knew, right at that moment.

She couldn't let that happen.

New arrival. Great. She'd probably gotten out of quarantine and taken off running, only to be stopped by him. He could smell her panic and desperation, taste it like brine on the tip of his tongue- so stong it burned and made his mouth water.

"All right, all right, but you need to stop. I need you to listen to me. You're not wherever you came from and he's probably not here. And, sorry to break the bad news, but there's no going back," he said as gently as he could manage. "I'm Jack. Why don't you tell me your name?"

He was nice for a human. Nice the way her Darling had been, and the bittersweetness of it made her heart clench and ache. It didn't matter if she couldn't go back, she had to. Maybe her Darling didn't know it, but he needed her as much as she needed him, and she needed him with all the breath she carried in her body. Knowing he was gone and out of reach, likely in the arms of one of her rivals, made her chest too tight to breathe with her seething jealousy and the pulse of love in her heart.

"Jack-san." She murmured, clutching at the simple shirt she had been covered with. She twisted the fabric between her fingers. "My name is Miia." She told him, worrying the fabric with her hands. "I have to find him. We're supposed to get married," she protested, slowly lowering herself from the defensive height she had pushed herself to. "I-- I can't-- we're meant for each other. I just know it. I can't marry him if he's not here."

"You know, people do turn up. He might come," he replied, offering her some hope, however futile. He had Ianto, after all. And Sabine had that guy, so it wasn't beyond reason. "But, Miia, you're not going to do any good charging around like a maniac. Why don't we get some tea and just breathe a little, okay?"

She bristled when he compared her to a maniac, her tail twitching and thumping at the ground in agitation. But as offended as she was by the remark, she was also soothed by the idea that even if her Darling wasn't there now, there was the chance he could be soon. She only hoped that he arrived quickly, before he could fall for Mero's charms or Centorea's simple loyalty, or any of the other girls and their deceitful wiles. He needed to marry her, and the only way that could happen was if they were together.

She was even willing to concede that it didn't need to be in Japan.

"I don't want to be alone," she admitted, twisting cautiously closer, her tail looping in around his feet but not quite touching. "I wanted to get married."

"Miia, there's no reason to think you're alone. Hey, you've got me," he said with a cheeky yet charming smile. He was tempted to touch her now that the brine taste had dissipated, but he thought better of it. As much as he would have meant it to be comforting he was all too aware even the most casual touch could be misconstrued.

"And, you know, maybe you're not getting married today, but that's okay, right? Come on, let's have some tea. There's a great little vendor just over there," he said, pointing to an open common area full of the safety of a crowd.

It could easily be argued that she should hesitate at accepting him, if only because it had just been a day prior that she had been lured away by Draco. But as reckless as it was, as likely silly and imaginative, she almost hoped that Jack turned out to be a bad human. If he was wretched and awful then her Darling would surely appear to save her, and he'd whisk her away aloft in his arms like a knight saving his princess. It would be the fairy tale romance she had always wished for, and he would surely make her his bride and give her more babies than they would ever be able to keep track of.

She nearly cooed and sighed at the lovely daydream, and her head tilted as she calmed.

"Tea," she agreed, her tail twitching and slowly uncoiling from the anxious knot she had wound herself into. Sliding closer she cautiously tucked her hand into the human's elbow so that he could lead her to his tea vendor. "Do I have to re-register, now?" She asked meekly. "I don't have any of my papers for the exchange."

"I think that having been in quarantine you're all the registered here that you'll need to be," he assured her. That seems like such a smal thing to worry about, but maybe it was a bigger deal where she was from.

"Come on. There's a vendor just down this way. I'll buy you a cup. But you'll be able to buy your own...to some degree. The chip in your hand has your credits."

Alice had begun to think Sanctuary the strangest place she had ever seen. It was certainly less congenial than Wonderland, and though she did find the ideas of Futureworld enticing, the perceived realities were somewhat sterile.

Not, Alice thought, that there was anything wrong with sterility when it came to beasts like Bumby, or surgical suites, but in a home it left something to be desired. "Honestly," she said aloud as she emerged from the lift onto the ground level. "I'd even be glad to see the Cat in this--"

Goodness. Alice took a step back out of the way of the oncoming snakewoman. She smiled to herself to find that Futureworld had improved on the Queen. "I daresay the tail suits you better than the tentacles. Are you late, Your Majesty?" Even if they hadn't parted on the best of terms, it was almost reassuring to see her.

No matter how far she travelled or how hard she looked, she couldn't find her Darling anywhere. Images of him wedding any of the other girls danced in her mind like terrible snippets of some dark turn in reality; Papi in a bridal gown or Mero in a veil. It was infuriating but the harder she looked, the more she strained her ears for his voice or smelled the air for that simple clean scent that was always him, there was nothing.

It was like he didn't exist.

So intent as she was, she almost passed the mad-eyed woman. At least until she realized she was speaking to her, and she whipped around to stare, her tail curling and coiling around her as she raised herself, ready to strike at the human if needed. "What?" She asked cautiously, clutching her hands to her chest as she wound into a careful ball, scales gleaming. "I don't--- I haven't-- I have to find my Darling. We're getting married."

"Married? Goodness." Alice felt alarm rising to color her cheeks and arms with a violent flush (if anything, it made her look alive instead of twelve hours dead to those outside her mind). "I thought the Dollmaker was dead. Please say he hasn't forced you again or I don't know what I'll do. I've already done my worst..."

But no. That made no sense. Lizzie had never liked any of her father's undergraduates. The Queen couldn't mean to marry one. "If he's not the Dollmaker, then who? I cannot help you find him without knowing who he is." She gave Her Majesty a cross look and folded her arms over her chest. "And don't tell me to look inside my mind, because I'm not in the mood."

The more the woman spoke, the more confused Miia became, and she slowly rose herself higher, made herself larger in case she needed to frighten the odd woman away. "I don't know a doll maker," she protested, shaking her head and fisting the plan material of her shirt. She twisted the fabric nervously, her ears twitching as she listened for any sounds, whether they be her Darling's voice or a warning of danger to come.

"You're not making any sense," she decided, the tip of her tail twitching in agitation. "I just need-- I need to find my Darling. My Darling. Kimihito Kurusu. He's-- he's this tall," she raised herself and held out her hand to show the stranger. "With black hair and brown eyes. Handsome and warm. Kind. I have to find him before he can marry someone else!"

"One can't make sense out of nonsense anymore than one can make gold out of lead," Alice replied peevishly and all but stamped her foot.

But now she thought it, there was a point. The Queen had more often made sense than not, of late, and the Cat spoke in riddles. Caterpillar had not always made sense, but he hadn't made nonsense either.

Alice studied the woman more closely and the differences between her and the Queen became apparent. "Oh! You're not she." But she did seem very like a being from her Wonderland. "Very well, I will help you with your quest. Where was your Darling last seen?"

Marie considered herself to be pretty versed in the strange, having attended a high school with aliens and mutants, surviving attacks of angry aliens, dinosaurs, zombies and a bucket load of nasty spells. But that had been years ago, and a human being drops a habit as quickly as they pick one up.

So when a large snake..thing past her in the hallways, all she did was yelp in unflattering surprise.

She couldn't find her Darling anywhere. She couldn't see, smell, or hear him, or any of the girls, or even any other recognizable Liminal as far as she could tell. Every corridor was new and strange and Darling still frighteningly out of sight, which only fueled her desperation to find him. For all she knew he could be selecting his bride at that very moment, that he wouldn't or couldn't wait for her, and she was stuck far away as some unworthy wretch took him as her husband.

Honestly, she couldn't stand for that.

So intent on finding him as she was, she almost didn't notice the young woman until she heard a yell. it was the first time since leaving that awful room that she took notice of anything outside of her urgency, and the squawk of surprise startled a similar one from herself as she whirled. "What," she blinked, clutching her hands to her chest and coiling herself tightly, scales rippling and gleaming. "Why are you yelling?"

The giant python cobra whatever woman thing talked. Talked to her, and Marie was suddenly regretting a lot of things in life. Most present on that list: waking up this morning and leaving her room.

"I'm sorry." She removed her gloves with her hands behind her back, although she wasn't necessarily eager to experience if she could even do something to this creature. "S-surprise. Just yelling in surprise, hon. There's nothing wrong here."

Ianto had gotten used to the alien beings that populated the station to the point where, for the most part, he didn't even look up at them anymore unless they were noisy or flashing or very, very large. But the girl who sped past him (and it definitely was a girl, at least part of her that was human like appeared to be female) caught his attention immediately. It wasn't just the length of her python-like tail that Ianto noticed, but the panic in her eyes, the way she sobbed as she seemed to search frantically around her. She was fast too, and Ianto couldn't hope to keep up with her as he attempted to follow her, but luckily she doubled back and he held up his hand to get her attention.

"Miss? Are you okay?" he asked as she closed in on him, hoping she she could hear him.

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