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May. 24th, 2017 11:52 pm
divaricate: spammich @ dw (✘ from stable to stumble)
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[And here's Wanda, with another appearance on the network. She's sitting outside somewhere, and starts a video post.]

I have a random request for you, Wonderland. [A short pause.] Is anyone here really good at swimming? I am not the best, and I want to be better at it, so if anyone doesn't mind teaching me... let me know? Uh -- thanks.

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May. 24th, 2017 10:22 am
singloversing: Into the Ocean - Blue October (Let the rain of what I feel right now)
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Um...Hi. Wirt here. I-I have a quick question?

[Video is too much pressure for just a quick, awkward question, so it's just Wirt's stammering voice today.]

So, like. A-A lot of us got robbed, right? That wasn't just me? A-And that's definitely happened before, another time they crossed over, so like...

[Deep breath. You can do this, Wirt.]

...What do they do with all our stuff? Does anyone know? Is there just like, a pile of it over there like a very strange dragon hoard or something?
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[He should have known it was coming. He should have known it, when his Mirror took something of his, knowing full well what would generate. What it would do. He combs through the mansion in a frenzy, too late. The closets aren't giving him what he needs, and his focus is too fraying, too suspect to its own paranoid dips and peaks, to keep trying and risking and venturing until the correct result is administered.

He knows what's coming, and he knows there's no - no escaping what comes next, the locking up of his limbs, the arching of his back, the spasmodic jerking of every muscle, the burning in his chest and throat.

There's no one here to stop it. There's nothing he can -




A very strange video appears to the network, and its uploader is anonymous. All in all, it's about twenty seconds long, but what it sacrifices for brevity it makes up for in sheer surrealism. There plays, first, a high, piercing tone, followed by a recording of a man long gone.

The video itself entails little more than simple white text over black, torn through as the whole thing appears to be with horizontal bars of static.]


YOU TOOK IT
I SAW

BURNING


[An image flares in a brief sputter of black and scarlet, and is gone again.]

/////////////////////////
////ecps lgyckr qmutb////
///////sm ymu fkmw///////
///////wbht ymu scs///////
/////////////////////////

----ibaifjhta----


[And then - nothing.]

[[ooc: Tim will be in his "masked" state for the duration of the next two days, which you can read more about here. Anyone who wishes to decrypt that message may receive a reply, though you're welcome to threadjark in order to icly collaborate.

Those wishing to encounter Tim's masked persona will encounter them in the forest or Checkerboard Hills. Be warned that they are hostile and will attack on sight; though slightly stronger and more durable than your average human, they are not a highly skilled combatant, and will try to escape an encounter once they realize they're losing.]]
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[Network}

Hey guys, so... what's up?

[Because that's how you start out when you've just arrived in Gravity Falls version two point oh, right? Especially when there's bark behind your head and leaves that flitter in and out of the picture behind her.]

What I get is that we're, what? All trapped in a hell dimension? Maybe it's a shared universal nightmare? Not that this is how my nightmares work, but maybe I'm not the dreamer in charge.

[She pauses, the view wavering, showing more of the woods behind her.]

Whatever. Wonderland though? I think I remember that book from last year. I watched the movie, and still passed the book report so that's enough, right? Though the whole kidnapping thing feels more Lost Boys than Alice.

Is there a pirate? Pirate ship? I am all up for starting a band of kids who never grow up, get in food fights, and make adults run in fear. Who's with me?

Also, the lake shaped like a lizard? Bit odd but cool, man.

[Action]

If anyone is down by the lake, they might spot Wendy perched on a lower branch of a tree. Laid back against the trunk, one leg dangling as she watches the wind ruffle the surface of the lake. Definitely watching for familiar faces, or interesting ones, before deciding to breach the house.

Up there, out of the main line of people traffic, it's much more relaxing and is giving her time to adjust.

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May. 22nd, 2017 11:33 pm
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[Nageki had first started searching for Kaneki (or Kaneki's mirror) when he ended up on the other side of the mirrors. He's not sure how long it's been since he's seen his friend, but he thinks it has been a while. Nageki doesn't usually go out of his way to meet people and neither do the friends he's made in Wonderland. As soon as Nageki returned to the Real side, Nageki visited the coffee shop but Kaneki wasn't there as Nageki had expected. But Nageki hadn't visited that often enough to know how frequently Kaneki worked at the place.]

[He sends his text because it's the quickest way to figure out what happened. One of Kaneki's other friends will surely be able to tell him what happened to Kaneki. He doesn't know who Kaneki's other friends are so he has to make his note available to the public.]

Did Mr. Kaneki return home?
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[A camera comes to life, framing a dark canopy of tree tops high above through which peep slivers of royal blue. It's the color of the late afternoon sky, the same view anyone would be able to see through their window, but this one is almost entirely blotted out by branches.]

This thing recordin'--?

[The video tilts down, revealing the speaker. If you've happened to misplace a loudmouth punk today, here's one in all his young, disheveled glory. Ryuji rests in the thick shade of some trees, looking weary (and maybe, maybe a little uneasy if you squint).

There's nowhere else for him to sit or stand besides the thick shade, really. Trees are clustered in suffocating closeness all around. Someone's in the deep woods.]


Uh, yeah, so. Who here's good with Boy Scout stuff? Anyone? I went to check out what's been goin' on outside and I think... I went too far into the forest. [Ugh, a painful admission. He sighs, chin almost on his chest.] Everything just looks the same. Pretty sure I'm just goin' around in circles.

[Point blank: he's lost.]

It's gonna be dark soon, so... Anyone know anything about orienteering?

[He's a man and he's asking for directions. Please help.]

(OOC: Action replies are welcome! Long story short, Ryuji's fallen prey to the confusing nature of the forest and will be lost until someone finds him or leads him out. Curiosity killed the city boy. :'D Please also beware that comments within may contain Persona 5 spoilers!)
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[The video is set on one Cisco Ramon, looking rather worse for wear. He's scrolled back, skimmed things he's missed-- saw George's article-- he knows everything is out on the table already, but... but it's not the same when it's from a different source. When it's not straight from the horse's mouth. And... he owes them at least that much. More. So much more, but at the very least, that.

Iris had offered to interview him, give him the voice he didn't get to have when he wasn't here, but he refused. Not because he didn't appreciate the idea, the gesture, he did. And maybe he should have let her do it, because maybe she could put it all in better words than he can, it is her job, after all. But it's the sense of responsibility that he carries for what transpired and spiraled out of control because of his own, misplaced and selfish actions that makes him turn the offer down. He wants to do it, own it and let the cards fall where they may because of it. And it will be bad. He expects that much. Expects the hatred and the vitriol, yelling and condemnation, questions and criticisms. Nothing about this is something he wants to do, to deal with, but he has to. He knows he has to, it's entirely unavoidable.

This position isn't a completely foreign or unfamiliar one, it's one he's been in before. After the particle accelerator explosion. Science'd too hard, it went sideways, people were hurt. It's a pattern at this point, and he's learned his lesson now. But it's all too little, too late, because people have been hurt. People have been killed. That blood is on his hands, and it will never really come clean.

There's a flutter in his stomach and it isn't the nervous kind, but the violent kind, paired with a tightness like a vice grip that burns in his chest. He doesn't even know what to say, where to start. He clears his throat and he can barely look at the camera to address the invisible audience.]


For those of you...who don't know me, my name is Cisco Ramon. The... [His gaze drops, but it's brief, just long enough to collect himself before he looks at the camera again. Despite it, though, his voice is shaky, unsteady, thick with emotion--mostly guilt.] Event, if you want to call it that, that we just had is the fault of no one but my own. Dr. Fitz...had his plans, but he didn't know my true intent. I sabotaged months of work and research for my own agenda. An...agenda that, ultimately, was never real, and only the work of fabrications from a mirror who manipulated me-- [He pauses and shakes his head, corrects the statement.] no, who...I blindly trusted for months on a lie. A lie that...was so clever, and matched up so perfectly to something I'd been doubting for awhile, that I had no ch-- no reason not to believe it, at the time.

[He stares down at his hands, hanging loosely between his knees, where he's leaning forward just a little. He feels sick. Things he'd seen--blood, there had been so much--when his captors chose to show him the results of what he'd done, forced him to watch from the mirrors the chaos that ensued because of his own, selfish actions, are all too close to the front of his mind, but he pushes it all down. He can deal with it later.

Again, he looks back at his audience.]
My mistakes, my...emotional-driven choices led to catastrophic disaster and....for whatever it's worth, I take responsibility for that. I...I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix it, I can't fix it, but-- I'll do whatever it takes t- to make this right. Somehow. [Belatedly, as an afterthought:] And I'm not...I'm not touching a project like this again.

[Again, for whatever it's worth. He knows it doesn't change anything, it doesn't validate any of his actions, but he can't change the past-- ha, the irony of that-- he can only move forward in whatever miniscule increments he can manage. People will be angry, and they have the right to be, he won't begrudge them that. They should be angry. He risked them. All of them, for one person. For a lie. Nothing any of them could say is worse than what he's already thought to himself, and no one here can hate him more than he hates himself.]

I- I'm sorry. [A tear rolls down his cheek and he ducks his head, leaning forward to cut the feed off and it goes black.]

[Note: I'M SORRY, I COULDN'T WAIT, SO IT'S LIKE TINY BIT FWD-DATED! I'm an impatient child, I'm sorry. Plz feel free to threadjack, shitpost, defend him, rage at him, go wild, guys!]

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May. 22nd, 2017 09:23 am
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contACTHELLa
//help


[Pardon our mess. Typewriters may have existed in Hieron once, but certainly not within the past few generations. This technologically useless man rapidly accidentally posts several times, twice with text, once with blank audio, and twice more with some quick flashes of a dark-haired man's face squinting at the camera, looking exasperated with either himself or unknowable technology. Likely both.

After a few minutes pass and it seems like he may have given up, a steady stream of video settles at last. The man takes a moment to figure out it's sending something out, seeing the playback. Alright. He can work with this. Maybe.

Now that the image is steady, everyone can clearly see an image of a heavily armored, very large man, who might look imposing if he didn't look like he felt so out of his depth. He has dark skin and dark, short hair, greying at the temples -- he could be around 50 -- and a white wolf fur cloak hangs from his shoulder, with golden patterns emblazoned on his armor in a symbol of the sun.

He sighs.
]

I am Hadrian, Sword of Samothes, Defender of the Undying Fire, Officer of the Order of Eternal Princes. I am a paladin of the church of Velas. Ah, from the surface. I came to the Buoy with Exarch Alyosha as well as some companions of mine, but, uh... we've separated, some intentionally, some not that intentional. I don't know if I'm still in the lighthouse, but since I've found in my possession what might be a communication device... Or just a toy. I can't be sure either way. It must be pre-Erasure...

Um. Anyway. [Ahem.] I imagine I must still be in the Buoy. If... our Lord is still... No. I must have lost the opportunity. [Hadrian's eyes wander as he gets lost in thought for a second. When he catches himself, he clears his throat once more.]

Sorry. A lot has happened lately. I'm sure we all have plenty on our minds. If someone could point me in the direction of the Topgallant, or at least back to the main city, please. If there's no way back, then... I guess I'll just have to contend with that once it happens.

Thank you.
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[ on what must be one of the first days of relative peace, a feed opens to present a newcomer. Leia is dressed as she normally would, all in white, collar high. The clothes she came with have been tossed away but there is nothing she can do about the ugly bruise on her neck, circular, red. it would turn to purple in a few days and is a dead giveaway for a collar of metal that bit into her skin until very recently.

her palms tell a story too, skin peeling at places, red and irritated from when she pulled on metal. However, it'd be difficult to pass her for the slave girl whose part she'd been forced to play. There's an air of authority to her even now.

Oh, and there's the blaster she tucks just beneath her belt, a touch of black on an otherwise white palette. ]


Well, this is rich.

[ biting with just a hint of sass but then, she seems to realize her message is finally being sent. ]

I see no practical reason for so much technology when we all live in the same cell.

[ this is what she calls this, a cell. A prison is a prison, vast as it may be. ]

But if you hear my message, know I mean you no harm. I understand I've come in a time of great peril [ somehow, she senses it in the very air around the halls ]. My own world is in great peril as well, it is urgent that they'll receive any help available if they're to see our mission done.

[ a beat. ]

We share the same predicament, I ask that we share information as well. If there is anything worth knowing about this system, I'd hear it and if any assistance is needed, I will supply.

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May. 22nd, 2017 11:16 am
agentxthirteen: (11: not happy)
[personal profile] agentxthirteen
This is a long shot I know, but was anybody in my room while I was on the other side?
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[ While he's known for being pretty quick to assess a situation and pick up on what's going on, there hasn't hardly been time for that before Robin John Blake is addressing the network, a rather uneasy expression wrinkling his forehead, his whole being scrunched up while he tries to get used to using a video function that is nowhere near standard in his time and place. ]

Uh... Know this is gonna sound kinda weird, but— [ Believe it or not, John Blake, there isn't much you could say that the denizen of Wonderland would consider weird, but you go ahead and give it a try, buddy. ] Well... don't s'pose I'm dreamin', am I?

[ It feels like a good guess because he doesn't remember traveling, and he certainly doesn't remember leaving home, and since the last thing he'd done was attend a funeral, it could be a strange coincidence, a fabrication of his mind that's now semi-lucid, sitting here telling him how what he sees and feels can't be what's actually happening. People don't just appear in storybooks (and even if he did, it wouldn't be this celebrated tale). ]

Barrin' that, think I might be dead... [ It's mumbled in an off-hand way, as if maybe he's already considered it, but decided not to lead with that theory. Audible to the rest, even if he's quick to move on from saying it. ] But on the off chance I'm not either of those things, think someone could help me out figurin' what's goin' on here?

[ He likes to think a uniform would have added something to this request, but having just given up his badge for good, all he can do is address everyone as a regular guy — definitely not his first choice, since it usually does him no favors.

He looks like he's done, about to end the transmission, when something else occurs to him.
] —in person, if possible. Not really— Not really much of a fan of these things, not if I can help it.

[ He can't, not here, but he'll at least be content to try for a while. With luck, it won't even matter when he wakes up from all of this... ]

Be— [ A gesture over his shoulder. ] Gonna be outside for a while — out front. So... yeah.


[[ OOC: Video, audio, or action perfectly okay, just note. Will also match style. For starters, send a PM to this account or hit me up @ blakeroo on plurk. :) ]]

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May. 22nd, 2017 02:37 am
rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry: (sad and alone)
[personal profile] rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry
d-does any one have any um... regular tape....

the closet has given me.....

duct tape,
electrical tape,
masking tape,
packing tape,
painter's tape,
a book on tape,
and double-sided tape
and a lot more kinds of tape i don't know the name of....

but i need regular tape

also does anyone know how to put together.... a book that the pages have been torn out of....

or how to.... reknit a scarf.....

or.... or.....

i'm sorry.....

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May. 22nd, 2017 12:20 am
finewithhalf: (in trouble AGAIN?)
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[Okay, fine. The whole "assaulted and used as a hostage to torment someone else" routine was kind of traumatizing she guesses. But the aftermath of it has been so much worse. Why don't people talk about how much the healing process sucks? Everything is itchy and annoying. And now people are gossipping about a lake.

Recovery is dumb. It's dumb enough that Maya's gone to the network with the webcam on full blast, even though she's fairly obviously propped up in bed with her arm in a sling and patches of bruising smattered across her visible skin. Everyone's probably like this. And if they aren't, then something's wrong and horribly unfair.]


Hey, so is anyone else going kind of stir-crazy? Medical lockdown's pretty much the worst and I'm probably gonna punch someone if I don't talk to someone soon.

So come on. What'cha got? Extra points if you don't say anything about current events or mirror-anything.

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May. 21st, 2017 08:22 pm
blackbirdsing: (💕  15)
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[ Enter Sarah Weller looking slightly distressed, holding the camera and standing in the middle of a living room not her own. ]

What are the odds on my brother and Jane both going home at the same time, and not being trapped on the other side of the mirrors? Their stuff is here, but...

[ Her stomach twist a little as the camera pans to show their things. ]

But they aren't. And after everything that happened...

[ She trails off, a tear slipping down her cheek. ]

Please tell me they aren't stuck on the other side and just left for a week.
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Have to say that wasn't what I expected.

[She actually seems relieved about it not being what she was expecting because...]

Honestly, given all that and given the dust, I was half expecting some sort of curse or something else that made everything worse.

[Don't get her wrong, she's glad it's not, but still.]

Seems like that's the main thing you science types do anyway. I mean really, I tried to make my own way home a while back and you didn't see any of this happening. Still think that bit with everyone floating a year ago was one of you too.

[She hadn't thought about it in a while, and didn't care when it happened, but now that she's thinking about science stuff, she's decided it bothered her.]

Not to mention that text asking about portals a few months ago, really, you don't see those of us with magic making a giant mess of everything on the regular. Can't blame you for trying to find a way out, but please, try to make less of a mess in the future. Sure the rest of us would appreciate it.

[Look, she is trying to be a better person about things, but tact is still not her strong suit. Sorry Wonderland.]
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Gosh, that sure was an event! Developments behind the IC scenes started quite a while ago, and there is a great write-up here, for anybody who wants background details on the characters involved. Things really kicked off when Leo Fitz made an announcement, preparing people for a little bit of noise pollution. Nothing dangerous, nothing to be alarmed by!

...Of course it was actually very dangerous, and everybody should have been extremely alarmed!

A portal meant to eventually provide a way out of Wonderland punched a hole into the Mirror side instead, leaving the most dreadfully disloyal of Her Majesty's people to escape to the Real side. Needless to say, the Queen of Hearts was furious!

She permitted her other Mirrors to cross properly: What followed was a week of chaos and traitor hunting, with successes and failurs of the latter being on display here. At the Queen's orders Reals lost many of their most valuable possessions... and sometimes even more than that.

One week after her initial announcement the Queen of Hearts finally called her Mirrors back, ready to punish and reward them all as she saw fit, and to inspect the boons they'd acquired for her. The worst was finally over, except--

Except for a number of strange noises, coming from the fences that night.

The culprit revealed himself the next day, being none other than Bill the Lizard with a special announcement for Wonderland. To make up for everything they'd endured, and to expand a world that was evidently becoming too small for its restless inhabitants, Bill had been commissioned to create

+ The Lake +



The lake has a familiar shape and is flanked by trees with a small boathouse at its north end. It is fed by a small river that runs into the woods, its origin unknown. On some days the lake is clear enough to see all the way to the bottom, on others its waters are murky and dark. Beautiful red water lilies dot the lake's surface, and frogs make themselves at home on big floating leaves. Wander alongside the shore, and sit down on a bench to admire the peaceful sight. Or take a boat, cast a line, and you might even catch a fish!


The settings page will reflect this change, and Kirsten has updated her magnificent map of the grounds accordingly. Rejoice, for Wonderland has grown, ready to welcome each and every new visitor with open arms! ♥

THE END!
(Yes, for real this time.)
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[ The restless and suspicious must have heard them all night: Strange sounds, coming from the fences to the east of the mansion. Burrowing, splashing, the creaking of wood, the- the hammering of nails? And then, at last, in the early morning hours of Sunday:

A thundering bang, as one length of Wonderland's fences comes crashing down!

Anyone who dares approach will find that they can approach, that the Checkerboard Hills and the grounds suddenly stretch quite a bit further to the east than they used to, and that smack dab in the middle of this vast stretch of meadow they can now spot a whole lake!

Fed by a river coming from the forest, dotted with trees and benches, topped off with a boat house near its north end, and... and a tired lizard, sitting on a stack of wood in the sun, yawning heartily.
]

Whew! Breeze compared to a whole ocean that was, and still, and still, ol' Bill ain't not the youngest no more. Reckon she'll be right pleased with me now, she will. Whispered to me that ye lot deserve a treat, after all that fuss. Ought to give ye more space to move too, eh?

[ Bill squints at the sun, and slowly climbs down from his wooden perch. ]

No need to poke yer nice place full of holes now there ain't, not with a view like that! Go on then, have a look, Bill's gots to take a good rest after all that, but ye lot just make yerself at home now, catch a big one for me, eh? Catch- catch a big one for ol' Bill....

[ He yawns, rolls off of his seat, and plummets out of sight. After all that exhausting work it looks like he won't be able to talk to anyone today, but it seems that everyone is still more than welcome to explore the latest addition to their surroundings! ]
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[ Once the coast is clear and everything seems to have finally calmed down, Darcy takes the dogs out on a much deserved walk because jfc it's been a dicey week to do anything without fearing being jumped or pulled over to the mirrorside. And considering she's got a few people over there she'd rather not cross paths with again, she's been laying low while they've been running wild.

They walk their normal loop around the Wonderland grounds when Darcy notices something different. After staring for a little while as the dogs bark at the new noise, she pulls out her device to fire off a quick message. ]


guys
there's something weird happening outside - edge of the grounds on the west [ Give her a sec to look around, hold a hand up in the air and draw something before quickly changing her mind. ]
no east side
sorry
idk how to describe it so--

wtf.wav


[ Enclosed is the sounds she's hearing of wood creaking and things splish splashing and digging? Diving? What? ]

can't see much
a lot of dust or fog or wonderland bs floating around
anyone wanna come out here and confirm that i'm not going crazy
it would be greatly appreciated

[ Because she's not sure that if it's a monster thing, her taser's gonna do much even with a god setting. ]
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You heard the Queen, AT ONCE! As of right now, on Saturday May 20th, the Mirrors will return to their own side, thus bringing the week of wayward visitors to an end.

The Reals are left to pick up the pieces, and the Mirrors still have two important matters to take care of:

PUNISHMENTS AND REWARDS for those who have helped Her Majesty's cause, and for those who have hindered it.

THE SPOILS OF WAR aka. important items stolen from the Reals throughout the week.

Have a look at the details, submit OOC results as needed, and get yourself some IC threads as desired. We hope you had a grand time, and are now leaving you to your regularly schedu-- wait, what's this?

There's still something off.

The Mirrors are gone, the mansion is quiet, but... that only means people can finally hear them, the strange sounds coming from the fences to the east of the mansion. Burrowing, splashing, the occasional creaking of wood-- what is going on there?

Try as you might, looking beyond the fences will not get you a better view, only thick clouds of dust, dancing in the distance.

Well.

Whatever it is, it can't be much worse than the week everyone just had, can it?

Stay tuned to find out tomorrow, for the very end of the event!
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As many of you have no doubt noticed by now, we are in the midst of what, for lack of a better word, I'll call an event. Not a normal event, though. Wonderland hasn't raked through anyone's memories and put bits of our lives on display. This is the doing of individual Reals and Mirrors, and the fallout of their actions, proving once again, our greatest enemies will always be ourselves.

Leopold Fitz and Cisco Ramon, two scientists that started out with the best of intentions, as so many scientists do, have been trying to create a way out of Wonderland, though they refrained from sharing this information with the public before running their experiment last week. "I don't think anyone's been that in the dark that some of us have been working on trying to find a way home. There's no sense in getting people's hopes up over something that is almost certainly destined to fail the first few, probably hundred times," said Ramon, when questioned.


Lots more words and a picture under the cut. George uses so many words, guys. So many. )

[ooc: feel free to threadjack around and discuss with each other in the comments! Turn this into the nightmare comment section all articles deserve.]
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[The audio feed clicks on and from the noises of rummaging and throwing things going on, you'd think it was accidental, but it's not. Rocket's just... a little distracted.]

Two months?! Two years I get stuck in this hellhole, and when it finally lets me go home, all's I get is two lousy months? What the hell is that?!

[It's hard to tell if he's talking about Wonderland or something he's found in his searching.] C'mon. C'mon... Where the flark is it?

[a loud crash as Rocket upsets something, curses, and then keeps thrashing around.] I'm back, by the by. Had a real shitfuck of a day too, thanks for asking. Heard there was some weird Mirror crap going on, and I'm gonna- shit that ain't it either.

[another curse and the sound of something thunking against the wall.] I'm gonna ignore that for now, but if any Mirrors around here really wanna screw with me, it's a good way for you to see how much your freakin' Queen loves you. 'Cause I will kill you. Full stop.

[the thrashing stops and you can almost hear Rocket panting from the exertion.] Did somebody break into my room and mess with my stuff? 'Cause you're an idiot if you think I wouldn't find out. Trust me, I ain't above using my-

[a pause, a sudden intake of breath.] -nose. [the communicator is picked up and carried away, the sound of someone's tiny claws bouncing on the floor the only sound they pick up. Rocket's only holding it because he isn't sure if he's found what he needs to yet.

But he must have, because the communicator hits the floor suddenly with a thunk, and a relieved sigh can be heard.]
There it is...

[ooc: ROCKET IS BACK FROM HIS CANON UPDATE. Spoilers from GotG Vol 2 will probably live here.]

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May. 18th, 2017 12:01 pm
realitybytes: (62)
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[ She'd kept to herself throughout most of the event, keeping her head down for the most part. But it was becoming increasingly more difficult as the days passed to stay quiet and keep her nose buried in a book. Besides, wouldn't her classmates be trying to do something?

So after a bit of going back and forth in her head, she starts typing.
]

Is everyone managing to hold up okay throughout this event? It seems like it's been rough, but I think we can get through it if we all work together. I'm only familiar with some basic first aid that I picked up from a friend of mine but if anyone needs help, I can try.

Or if anyone needs to talk to someone, I can try that, too.

And hey, if you're from Hope's Peak Academy — would you mind checking in with me? Thanks.
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How's everyone enjoying another day of this fine incursion?

[Sarcasm: learn it, live it, love it.]

I'm writing in regards to the Mirrors as if they're not already the hot topic issue around here, but don't worry, it's not another warning about a murder-happy lunatic on the loose. I'd like to ask for a favor. Or maybe more like a citizen's arrest? If you happen to see a blond man with a dead look in his eyes and a sun symbol stamped on his forehead, that would be mine. I've attached a handy picture for your reference.

Be a dear and kick him back to his side should you see him, all right? He probably won't run or do more than bore you to death, but if he's here that means I'm there, and my skills aren't much good on the other side of the glass.

Pretty please and thank you! :)

- Anders

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May. 17th, 2017 06:37 pm
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[The post starts off with someone grumbling, setting the device down on a flat surface. Normally, he wouldn't ask such ridiculous questions, but this is such a ridiculous place, he feels like he has no other option but to ask.]

What the hell is going on here?

[Short pause. Short, cranky as hell pause as he lets out a heavy sigh.]

I wake up here, and the first thing I see is mirror this, mirror that.

What the hell even is this place...

[Now if you'll excuse him, he's going to creep into the kitchen and steal your lollipops.]
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[The feed opens with Rick clearly armed to the teeth. He's got at least three guns and probably a lot of smaller ones hidden away. He's like Gun Grandpa. Gun Grandpa loves his grandkids very much, and by grandkids I mean guns. His hair isn't bad. One thing I want to get in here is that if he sees a gun, he legally owns it. He's part scientist, part alcohol, part UFO, part spacetime, part grandpa, all grandpa, all guns.]

[Anyway, memes aside.]


So fuck this event, I'm d-done with this bullshit evil twin trope. I'm going Mirror hunting. Gonna murder the fuck out of a bunch of these losers. Angry mob style. Anyone in?

[Gun Grandpa--I mean Rick--can be found anywhere in or around the mansion, literally trying to find Mirrors and kill them. Get RICKED, mofos.]

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May. 16th, 2017 12:50 pm
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someone or some damn thing in this place killed evelyn.
whoever, or whatever you are you better fuckin pray to any god you have that i never find you.
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::The video opens upon one (1) Asgore Dreemurr, King of All Nothing In Particular, and professional Beardist, semi-professional Dad (ret.) looking somewhat distressed. Just. Mildly panicked. Only a little bit.::

Ah-hem, yes. Uh. So. It appears that someone is playing a very funny joke on me. Last night I went to bed and someone* must have snuck into my room while I was asleep,** because when I woke up, I discovered that a couple of my, uh, personal affects had been replaced in some sort of a, uh, funny joke.

::He pans over to show the wall. There's a couple of ripped out pages from what appears to be a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition from a world where the models are Monsters taped up on one space.::

I had two very nice Polaroid™ photos here of myself with both Frisk and Chara in them, and well, they were very nice photos and I did not make any copies of them and while these swimsuit ladies are a funny sort of replacement -- ha ha ha, see I am laughing, ha ha ha -- if someone could return the originals to me I would be very much appreciative of that.

I think that you have left some... empty beer bottles... in my room as well.

::The camera pans over to show what is clearly some empty bottles of 'Brewtien' which is a beer that has added protein somehow, which seems like a bad mistake on so many levels.::

So, please, I will be glad to pick up the bottles and throw them away for you; I would just appreciate it if you could. Give me the photos back, thank you.

::The camera cuts abruptly. Five minutes pass, and then there's a hasty addition, a second, very brief video with a somewhat more distraught image of Asgore appearing in it.::

Also someone has taken a pink sweater from me that says "Mr. Dad Guy" on it and appears to have replaced it with this Sun's Out Gun's Out tank top ::he holds it up in his hand; it's Asgore sized so the largest tank top you've probably ever seen:: which is, hahaha, even more like a funny joke because, hahaha, I was trapped underground for centuries, but, hahaha, I think that the joke is joked enough at this point, so please just. Trade me back the sweater and the photos okay thank you good day please I will be in my room waiting for you to contact me.

::The camera cuts for a second, and seemingly final time.::
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