[Video]

Greetings! This is Toriel!

I have been thinking, recently... and today, I became curious about other's opinions on the matter, as well.

How many of you are happy here?

Certainly, this place is far from ideal. We are of course, being kept here against our will, and I know that I personally, am not as bothered by that, as I have spent most of my life in a similar situation. Not to mention that, quite often, the events that it forces upon us are... well. Ordeals.

But for some, a place like this may be the only place we can see some people close to us. People we may have lost. For others, this is the only place we could truly exist at all. Wonderland, despite having entire worlds to pick from, does seem fond of picking people who know each other, people within close-knit groups within those worlds.

I have met people, made relationships, and enjoyed experiences that I could not have ever had, otherwise. Despite all its faults... I am glad to have been brought here.

[Video]

[A teenager with long, reddish hair and amber-colored eyes considers the camera, adjusting a few note-cards he made as he thought things through]

Hi, everyone. Wonderlanders or whatever you call yourselves, Obviously this is my first time doing this kind of thing. Hell, the last time I was talking to a camera, it was to record my own eulogy after I’d been shot.

In the knee, it wasn’t really that serious or anything. But that kind of thing does make you wonder. Maybe this is the place for that. Wondering.

[A small, awkward chuckle.]

I’m just hoping someone out there sees this, and can lend the poor noob a hand. Because, prison or nexus dimension or whatever, this place sure seems strange, even by my standards. And, um, yeah, I spent my childhood in a VR chamber because I wasn’t able to interact with the rest of the world very well.

Oh, oops, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Bart. Bart Allen. It’s short for Bartholomew, and I wanted to be different. It’s not the worst nickname in the world. I have a friend who has to go by ‘Gates’ because his name’s pretty much impossible to pronounce without insectoid mandibles.

video;

[When the video starts, Riley's there—she's got a nervous sort of smile, though, like she's really unsure on what to say or think about anything right now. There's a giant pile of pool floats, pool noodles, innertubes, water guns, water balloons, etc. behind her and the lake is apparent, too.]

Soooooo... um. Does anyone want to do anything fun? Like right now? Because there's a lake and I just asked the closet for a bunch of stuff and it's way more than I can use on my own.

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[ After the past few events, Caitlin feels like they all could do with being a little more prepared. Or at least, they could do with knowing who to go to for certain issues. She's already well-aware of the scientific community in the mansion, but there are other fields, right? Others who can lend a hand with... anything.

So she's trying to appear very professional here, in her lab. With her lab coat on.
]

Hi! So, a while back, Claire made a post asking if there were any other medical professionals here. And given the flavor of the last few... [ how does she phrase this ] incidents, I thought it may be useful to get an idea of who can do what around here.

[ She waves a hand, as if to cut off the question. ]

And I'm not asking if you have any special powers or anything. Though if you do, kudos. Even more so if you're comfortable talking about and using yours. [ Cause she is decidedly not. ] Think more along the lines of skills. Talents. Things you have specialized training in. That kind of thing. This way, when things go a particular sort of pear-shaped, we may all have an idea of who can help.

[ And then she smiles nervously. ] Okay. That's all. Thanks!
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[personal profile] livemoore2017-07-20 04:26 pm

anon text.

[ After being told there are vampires in this place, Liv has to know what people think about a couple of different things without outing herself in the process. ]

If you're something other than human and need to eat, let's call it, 'alternative food,' are you ever worried about someone finding out and freaking in an 'I'll kill you' way?

And for all of the actual humans, are you afraid of the people who aren't human?

Asking for a friend.
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[personal profile] doorkey2017-07-19 09:30 pm

Video

Well, it's official!  [Sighs a small girl dramatically. The view from her camera angles up from where she's flopped on her back in bed, showing the edge of lime green shortalls, a pair of skinned knees, and bare toes painted glossy blue with sparkles, ankles crossed and leaning up against her bedpost.] After days of hunkering down in closets hiding from zombies, and things finally getting back to normal, I've run out of cool stuff to do.

Coraline Jones has got herself a baaaad case of the ol'  humdrum, midsummer blues!

But! There might be hope for me, if some of you can help!  [She wiggles her toes hopefully, spinning the camera around to face her and holding it up overhead, smiling.]

My father always used to tell me that whenever I got bored, I should try and learn something new- teach myself from a book or a magazine, or a television program or something?

But... I think it would be much more fun to have my neighbors teach me... so if you're the expert of something useful, or you know some neat crafts or unusual hobbies, or a not-disgusting recipe (I'm serious about that, folks! Tasty stuff only!), or new game, or a fun making-things project, or... something to send me on a snipe hunt for, puh-leeeease, please please get in touch?

Thanks in advance! 
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[personal profile] crisised2017-07-19 05:12 pm

► voice.

[ the last event was rough, especially since kara, well. died. but there's something happening today that can help distract her from that. it gives her an excuse to be obnoxiously chipper and more than a little trolly. as such, she's grabbing the opportunity with both hands and running with it, deliberately not filtering this post away from anyone. ]

So today happens to be a certain someone from my home world's Sweet Sixteen. Now, I don't know much about Terran birthday customs, [ this is a lie. this is a big, fat lie and anyone is more than welcome to call her out on it. ] but I've heard about traditions involving birthday punches and birthday spankings? That seems a little extreme to me, and I've got super strength so I don't think I could do that.

Anyone have better ideas for how to celebrate? I was thinking cake to the face. I know pie is traditional for that sort of thing, but it seems like a waste of good pie.

[ giving a bat warning might be a bad idea. but she's got superspeed and even if the caking (or whatever suggestion she ends up going for) doesn't work, getting some crazy answers should be fun. ]
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[personal profile] elevating2017-07-19 10:00 am

text; and you just go with the flow.

[ It is hard to imagine that any of this is real, but he'd woken up twice in Wonderland already. This isn't a dream. ]

I don't get it. [ He's pouring himself a drink. It's ten in the morning, but it's not like Harry's got anything better to do. In fact, he's not sure what he's supposed to be doing in this place. ]

Where are the elevators? [ He can't quite remember how he made it to the 6th floor, but he's sure he didn't take the stairs. No way. This boots are not made for climbing. ]

What's the best thing you've ever wished for from the closet? [ Has anyone actually gotten anything good? Because Harry's got a bunch of assorted items spread out on the floor, but none of it is meeting his standards. The watch is cheap. The jacket is lousy. The bed sheets feel uncomfortably rough. He's not sure what he's doing wrong. He did say please. ]

What is there to do around here? What do you do to pass the time? [ He could go on asking more questions like: how do you stop yourself from going mad and what the fuck was up with that town filled with the dead, but he figures that's quite enough for now. ]
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[personal profile] testcase2017-07-18 07:30 pm

Second Session | Video

This might be a weird question.

[Ryoko frowns, going through her notebook.]

But has whatever's going to happen happened yet? I wrote down the bit about something coming, but I don't have any notes on what came after that. Just something about the closets working.

[She'll tap her pen against her notebook, thinking that one over.]

Maybe I needed to remind myself about that? But I probably have that written somewhere else. Oh!

[She notices that she's broadcasting, so she'll abandon that train of thought for now.]

Sorry, I forgot I was asking a question. Um, so has the event happened yet and I just don't remember? Or should I start preparing for it?

01: Video

[After the slightest bit of fumbling, Red appears on the screen, dressed in his customary three piece suit and Fedora. He has an extremely important question, after, of course, the customary introduction. It's only polite]

Good afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Raymond Reddington.

[The introduction, like his wardrobe, is just slightly over the top. Other than that, he seems completely at ease, like winding up in Wonderland is just another day for him.]

While I have to commend our hosts on the accommodations, it seems as though the food and drink leaves something to be desired. Does anyone know where to get an above average chocolate chip cookie? I’m having a hell of a time locating one that doesn’t taste like the packaging it comes in. A good scotch wouldn't go unappreciated either.
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[personal profile] boilover2017-07-18 08:44 pm

03 | video

Right, here's the thing - I need a nerd. A geek. A smart guy. Or girl, whatever. I ain't overly picky.

[He shrugs his shoulders, casual as anything, taking a long sip of his beer. Sara may have told him this was not the best method to catch himself a genius but given the chance of there being some hanging around this joint, he thinks it's the perfect way. When in doubt, post an ad.]

This guy I know got brainwashed into being the king of dicks and I'm getting kind of sick of his shit so I need someone who'd be able to do some sci-fi sciencey stuff on his head. I have a vague idea how to do it but I just can't remember the details. [He's pretty much forgotten how they originally did it back home but he can unhelpfully offer vague information and a beer while you work. A+ service.]

All the 'smart' ones I know are annoyingly the biggest idiots around, I'm looking for someone less inclined to be stupid as hell. Help me out and maybe I'll help you out. Though my skills are limited to burning and breaking stuff.

[At least he knows his strengths? If you want a bonfire, ka-ching.]

I know a good looking chick if that sweetens the deal. Ain't saying she's gonna touch you but you can admire from afar. Really far. I also know some easy dudes if that's your thing. [Hey, whatever fixes this mess.]
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[personal profile] tobelieve2017-07-17 08:35 pm

( voice )

Just why is zombie literature so abundant? I've never found the appeal of it, and yet apparently it's one of the more popular choices here.

( Not that literature really indicates what events they're getting but the literature surely has to be in that many worlds if the actual thing happens too, and there's been a few zombie type events -- both ones she's seen and missed )

Though it gives me that idea that perhaps now might be a good time to test some defences. I just need a volunteer. Not sure I can guarantee your safety though.

( You won't die! She hopes. Could be close )

( PRIVATE | Leonard Snart )
    You were looking for a more interesting conversation before? I might have something.
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video; event day four

[The device falls from a slack hand, found in a pocket and puzzled over for only a moment before it's dropped. A smear of dirty water smudges one corner of the camera, and someone stumbles halfway into view on the screen.

That someone is soaked through, wearing a white shirt and a dirty, red tie that stands out almost ghoulishly against the pallor of his skin - just a little too grey to be natural. Maybe it's just the cold. He's shivering and gripping his upper arms, viewing the bloody carnage that surrounds him with the wide-eyed bewilderment of a child.

But no matter how you spin it, there is something visibly off about this man. His colour is one thing, but the bluish veins that stand out against his skin and the pewter-grey shade of his eyes paint a very peculiar picture.

He looks more like the bodies surrounding him than anyone who might be watching.

The backdrop paints a clear picture of just where he is, and takes a few shuffling steps forwards, displaying something that looks like uncertainty. His expression works - confusion, worry - then he moves out of shot.
]




[[ooc: inviting anyone to come across him in person, or shout at him from the phone! he'll come back and pick it up. all I ask is pls don't shoot him in the head.]]
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Entry #003 [Audio] [Day 3]

[There's that familiar sound of groaning walkers in the background as Turing starts talking. Their tone sounds very rushed and stressed out, unsurprisingly considering the situation.]

I'm going to keep this brief because, well, I assume we're all in a tight spot at this point. However, I feel that I may be of assistance to some of you. Being a non-organic being, it seems that these...zombies have no interest in me whatsoever. Still, I can't just sit here doing nothing if anybody needs any assistance!

If you need me to help out in any way possible - say for instance, you need me to retrieve an item that's surrounded by these zombies, if you need me to protect you in any way you can, say where you are and I'll rush over there as soon as I can.

I have taken Ms. Michonne's advice in her video a couple of days ago and retrieved a weapon from the closet, but...well, my first instinct was to get a gun considering I've had some experience at the Citadel and - AUGH, I'm rambling again! The point is, I have a weapon, a sword, and while I don't have much experience with it, I can and will take out any zombies that are in our way!

Send me a message however you can if you need me to do anything! Protection, retrieval, backup, anything!

[Video] Entry #2 - Event Day 3

[The camera's pointed at Jay's shoes. Wherever he is, it's carpeted, and it's at least somewhat well-lit. When he finally speaks, it's at a whisper and oddly flat.]

If anyone was thinking about using the last house on...Lakeview Drive for shelter...

[A gas can swings into view, and a narrow stream of gasoline leaks from the spout onto the carpet. The camera tilts for a second, revealing a well-furnished suburban bedroom with lazy gasoline loops painted across both the floor and the bed.]

...Don't.

[Jay starts down the stairs, trailing fuel behind him.]

Don't get anywhere near this place. If you're looking for me, [He tries and fails to suppress a cough. The fumes must be getting to him.] I won't be around either.

[He's in the living room now. Jay pans the camera across the room--couches, coffee table, TV, stereo--before dribbling the last of the gasoline across the floor and up to an open window. He tosses the can aside.]

Last warning.

[Jay reaches up to the inactive stereo, twisting the volume dial as low as it can go. Hand visibly trembling, he switches it on. Nothing. Good. He switches the input to "radio". His breathing is audible now, high and ragged.

He twists the volume knob, and the speakers come to life with the deafening roar of...well, you win some, you lose some.

Jay bolts from the house, leaving the front door hanging open.

There's chaos for a moment, leaves hit the camera lens, and then Jay's looking down from a reasonably sized oak tree. A corpse shambles into view, heading straight for the house. Jay cuts the feed.]


[OOC: Jay has just attempted to create walker-bait out of the last house at the end of a dead-end street. Very loud, very flammable walker-bait. He's stolen Tim's lighter, and he's planning to shut the front door and light the place up through the window once enough bodies find their way inside.

Feel free to use this post to yell at him/cheer him on/try to stop him/try to help him.]

[video] Day 2 of the Event

[However awkward this broadcast is, given how the Taishou is unfamiliar with technology, he still manages to make it sound quite grave. When the device finally focuses up on his face, he looks serious indeed, although he's not yet become remotely panicked.]

Have you a sword, citizens? I would fight for your safety all the better if I was able to wield one, but unfortunately, my blades did not arrive with me.

Your help is appreciated. I fear we must prepare for the worst.

[That's all he says. Brief but to the point.]

[video, event day 2] (filtered away from Riley Matthews)

[NETWORK MESSAGE]

Okay, so everyone's panicking and I get that. But it's just bites, right? Everyone's saying it's from bites. So if it's only a scratch and didn't go anywhere near their mouths, that's okay right? I just.

I need one of you people to tell me it's going to be fine. So if you can't do that then don't bother.

[She glances back over her shoulder, and then records the rest in a lower tone.]

Oh, and I'd appreciate it if you kept your voices down if you could. I don't really want her to know I'm asking about this.


[BONUS ACTION FOR DAYS 3-4]

[As it turns out, "just a scratch" really isn't an issue that can be easily dismissed. And while two infected friends might drift off together in a tight hug, the creatures that emerge care less about things like friendship and togetherness. They separate, and then they wander.

Maya's not sure where she walks after that. She doesn't see much through the milky-white film blocking her eyes. But what she does know is that she's hungry, and that following the herd might make her less so.]

{{ OOC note: Or, to put it more plainly, feel free to use this post as a place to park any threads where you'd want to thread against a PC zombie. She's all up in your space, trying to gnaw your kneecaps. }}

Video - Day Three

[Wirt doesn't look good.

He's pale, and he's having a little trouble holding the camera steady. Too beat to stand, he's sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Thinking is hard and he doesn't want to send out this message at all, but he doesn't have a choice in the matter.
]

I...I need someone to do me a favor.

[It takes him a moment to summon up the nerve to keep going. He uses his free hand to pull his cape tighter around him.]

I need someone to look after my brother Greg. He's only six and I-I'm not-- I'm not good in a fight and I can't really protect anyone. [His voice hitches, his nerves failing him for moment.] I-I can't even protect myself, how can I--

[He can't do this. He pokes his arm out from under his cape and knots his fingers in his hair. The famous cone hat falls off. It takes him a second to collect himself again.]

I-I just. I need someone to come look after Greg, and I need someone to not-- n-not tell me I'm an idiot or dumb whatever for this because like I know that already and it doesn't change anything, so can someone please do that? Please? Please, I...I-I need...

[He shuts his eyes tight and rubs at them. This message is too hard to do without being that guy who cries on the network and he doesn't want to go down with that kind of reputation.]

...I-I need someone to look after him. I...I'm going to go once someone says they'll come. I don't want to leave him alone, but I c-- I. I...need to. Soon. ...Thank you.

[He rattles off their current address quickly and when he pulls the camera closer to shut it off, for a second viewers can see that his other arm is heavily bandaged and blood-stained. It's been hurting him, but he wasn't sure if anyone would come if they could see it, so he's been trying really to keep it out of frame.]
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[personal profile] wickedwest2017-07-15 07:57 pm

015 | voice

Again? Really?

[She sure sounds annoyed. She'd put this on video, but she doesn't see much of a point there. Everybody's seeing much of the same thing.]

And here I thought we wouldn't have to deal with zombies again. That's what they're called, right? Zombies?

[Not being from a world with these things, she wouldn't know. And zombie movies really aren't high on her list of things to watch or look into. But she's pretty sure that's what she heard them being called earlier.]

At least they're visible this time. The again, doesn't really make it better, judging from how some of them look.

[Maybe she shouldn't be so flippant about this, but it's the only way she really knows how to be. Acting otherwise, would show that she's worried about this mess given her lack of magic at the moment.]

Don't suppose anyone has a quick fix for this one though? A spell, some sort of anti-zombie bomb, anything that would make this more tolerable?

[She's guessing no.]