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[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!
twixt_dee_n_dum: (You'd go out just like a candle)
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[Tweedledee stands beside a tree, her arms crossed over her chest, her back against the tree's trunk. Her eyes are trained on the ground in front of her. The camera angle is off to the side somewhere, the shot partially framed by grass, but no where in the frame is Tweedledum. Where could she--]

I can see them!

[--In the tree. She's in the tree.

Tweedledee sighs, but doesn't move.]


Well, it's no good yelling about it.

They're coming!

There's nothing to be done now. Best to come down and find a place to hide.

I think I'm quite safe up here, thank you.

[Tweedledee thinks about that for a moment, then, with a nod, turns and begins to climb up the tree as well, quite quickly. Soon there's no one at all in the frame, and after awhile, the abandoned feed is cut.]
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Let's talk news.

[Georgia's sitting at her desk, dressed in her usual black blazer and white shirt, staring at the camera seriously through her dark sunglasses.]

I'm sure no one's guessed, but it's an important topic to me. In my world, the news, like everything else, changed radically during the summer of 2014 when the Rising happened. While mainstream newspapers and tv anchors were reporting that everything was fine and laughing about "hoax" zombie sightings, bloggers who took it upon themselves to figure out what was really happening. For bloggers, spreading the truth was more important than maintaining the rapidly deteriorating status quo. They risked their lives to learn how to deal with zombies, and they wrote everything down even while fighting off infection, so that more people could use what they'd learned to survive. They were the heroes of the Rising, and a big part of why we're still around.

The Rising ended over twenty years ago, but we never forgot. There's a reason I'm a blogger, and it's not because I couldn't get a job with a so-called "legitimate" newspaper if I'd tried. My generation trusts bloggers to tell the truth on their own terms, not to bow to the will of various outside powers with different agendas. That's what I'm here to bring. The truth, nothing but.

[She sits back. Her eyes are hidden behind her glasses, but her intense focus is clear anyway.]

But that's my world. I'm interested in hearing about yours. Internet, newspaper, hell, even if the best you've got is a town crier, you've got to get your news somehow. So tell me: what's your experience with the media?
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::The video feed turns on. Asgore is in it. He is sitting next to a... Christmas... tree... which he has apparently put up in his room. For some reason. And he is wearing a very Ugly Christmas Sweater. The absolute worst.::

So! Because it is almost Christmas time, I was wondering if anyone other than Monsters celebrates this special holiday. It is a time when Monsters exchange gifts with friends and family, and decorate trees, such as the Christmas Tree which I have behind me.

::He pans the camera over to get a look at what appears to be a very average Christmas tree; he must have asked for 'generic Christmas Tree decorations' from the closets or something. It has lights and balls and tinsel and non-religious bauble at the top. He keeps the camera on the tree instead of on himself for the rest of the video's duration.::

I thought that if you wanted to, you could share what you were hoping for for Christmas this year. I always enjoy a new necktie bottle of Stetson cologne shaving kit new kind of tea. Who knows, you may be visited by Santa and he will bring you what you want.

::The video feed cuts off::
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[personal profile] backpacking
What's up, Wonderland? If you're new, I'm Ellie, and that's all the intro you get, 'cause it's not important.

[ Ahem! Without further ado, she stands aside to give everyone a sweeping view of an arcade game which is sitting in the middle of her room. ]

Ta-da! This is The Turning, AKA the coolest game of all time. I've had it here for a while, but I was waiting for the right time to do this, and I think this is the right time. Or something. Anyway, it's a kickass fighting game with boss fights and shit. And the best character ever: Angel Knives. Yes, that's her name, and she's awesome.

[ Okay, enough advertisement. ]

So, first off, I was wondering if someone could help me get this thing to the teen center... place. [ Because of a broken arm, which she is very strategically not showing on screen. ] Second, I'm gonna start planning a tournament for this, so you better practice up! Prize is TBD, but I promise it'll be awesome. I won't be playing since I've pretty much become a boss at this, but I'll moderate. And pick out the previously-mentioned awesome prize. So... yeah, once I get those details sorted out, I'll let you know. See ya!

[ Aaaand she's gone. ]

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May. 29th, 2017 09:27 am
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[A bright eyed eleven-year-old appears on the network, along with his politest smile. He gives a little wave, then clears his throat. Though he's not someone anyone would have seen before, being a new arrival, he doesn't look all that lost. In fact, with his little fancyboy clothes, he's clearly trying to give off a good impression.]

Hello, sirs and madams and, um, everyone else! I am Angus McDonald, my world's greatest detective. I've already done my part investigating Wonderland and its many, um, I guess you could call them features, but I thought I might like to interview some people. To, um, get a better idea of the details within the big picture. I just have a few questions to start:

Number one, who is the person who has been here the longest, and how long have they been here? Also, has anyone left that was here even longer than them? Lastly, my information on the Mirror side is lacking. Could I speak to anyone that has been over there?

[He gives a big cheesy grin to sign off.]

If anyone has any other interesting information that might help crack-- crack this place wide open, um, feel free to offer it! That is all! Thank you!

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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)
[personal profile] singloversing
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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May. 3rd, 2017 06:07 pm
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Hello, everyone. I'm sorry to be bothering you, you don't have to listen if you don't want to, it's not really important.

For any newcomers, my name is Mikan Tsumiki, and welcome to Wonderland.

I've been trying to work on a few issues I have, and I think one of the things that might help is the word "normal". I want to become more like a normal teenage girl. Normal teenage girls don't apologize for everything, and they don't cry over everything, and they don't need to be useful all the time.

All worlds are different, though, so one person's normal might be different than another. But that's okay! I want to try all options.


So, if you could please finish this sentence - "A normal teenage girl____"
didntknowbest: (I will guide you through the Ruins)
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Greetings! This is Toriel.

So, I have been keeping an eye on the calendar, and I believe that Frisk's birthday is later this month! The date is, ah... rather vivid, in my memory.

As I am sure anyone that was there will remember, I. Somewhat put a damper on their party, last time. It has been something which I regretted deeply, and so I was thinking that perhaps we could throw them another party? One that will not have any unfortunate interruptions.

This may be a bit early for this, really, but I wish to be certain that everyone is given ample time to prepare, and come up with ideas!

What do you think?
punful: (it's going tibia okay)
[personal profile] punful
[Sans looks more tired than usual, which is saying something.]

hey, uh. has anyone seen a cat?

[He rubs the back of his skull.]

not a talking cat or anything. a regular one. black fur, one bent ear. kinda moody. answers to 4, usually.

[He sounds pretty neutral, but he can't quite stifle a quiet sigh.]

lost track of him during the event. we got cornered on the third floor and he, uh. got away from me. he's been through worse events, so i'm not too worried, but he just...usually turns up by now.

[He's quiet for a bit, staring away off camera.]

if anyone's seen him, please let me know.




[ooc: the cat is fine and will turn up on his own unharmed, unless someone wants to find him first.]
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[personal profile] romsapience
[The video feed turns on to...wow, Turing is really close to the screen. The screen itself moves, as if they're adjusting it.]

There we go, the tablet should be steady now…

[Turing takes a step back and you can actually see them this time! They’re wearing a brown beret and a smudge of paint is on their right side of the system. Looks like they’ve been painting.]

Hello again, Wonderland. Adjusting to this place has been…difficult, although I have the feeling that this is a normal reaction to newcomers. I have taken a look at the network, specifically at previous network posts of people that are and were here, and it seems that this is the most common reaction for people just settling in. Nevertheless, I have tried to set a routine for myself. So, I’ve been painting again! I’ve missed doing it, and I’m both eager and anxious to show off a few of my pieces to the network.

I have so far created three pieces, two of which pertaining to the previous two events. I hope that you will be able to view these pieces with an open mind.

…oh, and I should also mention: don’t expect anything photorealistic. That’s too simple and not at all thought-provoking for me. I take a more abstract approach with my paintings. Without further ado…

[Turing starts to pull out three paintings.] )
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[personal profile] forwearemany
(The robot in this feed is probably recognizable, if only because they regularly post to the network. They're chattering, headflaps flicking in a manner that may possibly indicate excitement.)

Greetings, we are Legion, a terminal of the Geth.

This location is from our universe. We are willing to provide assistance as needed.

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Mar. 29th, 2017 11:00 am
moraloutrage: (declaring)
[personal profile] moraloutrage
[Early in the morning, the network will be greeted by the video feed of an intense young man in a school uniform. He maintains that intensity as he begins his declarations.]

Good morning, people of wonderland! This is Kiyotaka Ishimaru. If we have not met before, I am a student from Hope's Peak Academy, where I am known as the Super High School Level Public Morals Committee Member! We have endured quite some events lately, haven't we? They have resulted in several delays of this message, but I will not wait any longer and risk becoming a procrastinator! I am addressing you all today to make a few announcements, so listen up!

There are two proposals I would like to put forth. The first is to set up an arrangement that I organized the last time that I was trapped somewhere. Every morning, anyone who so wishes is free to join me in the dining hall for breakfast! There, we can swap information to keep ourselves updated about the mysteries of this place while we prepare for the day!

Secondly, who's up for some serious studying?! I have noticed that there is no formal education system in place in this world, and this is a crying shame! However, in the absence of a school, it is important that we keep our minds sharp. This is no excuse to slack off! So, I think that it is also important to organize study groups. We can meet up in the library regularly and coordinate our studies of the the wealth of knowledge contained there! There may be some language barriers to deal with, as I have noticed that the books in the library do not translate like our spoken words do. However, I am sure that we will be able to work around that! This will also be a valuable opportunity for me to work more on my studies of English, so I welcome the challenge!

[With that, he smiles and practically chuckles.]

That will be all for today! I urge everyone to do your best and work hard in any and all of your daily endeavors! [And with that, he stops the feed.]
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[personal profile] duckies
Do you have friends from home here?

( sucre has two. one is her closest friend, and the other she knows well - though not well enough that she would call them best friends. it's been strange, being in another world but still having people here that she already knows, but it isn't an unwelcome comfort. what she doesn't like is the danger they have been put in. already things have happened to zacharie, he's died despite promising not to (and as much as she realises it can't be helped, she's still filled with grief) and the events have put them in even more danger.

wonderland is another chance at being reunited after her death in their home world, but it's also worse - here, they can die, and it's discomforting. )


I have two. It's nice, but it's scary :-(

How do you feel, if you do? If you don't, do you wish your friends were here?
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[There's a familiar pair of rainboots and thick, colorfully pattered leggings, stripey legwarmers. Lots of squishy, muddy grass, still covered in patches of slushy snow. Coraline Jones is out strolling in the bleary weather, and sighs, grumbling.]

 Every year, I wish spring would just go ahead and really spring already. [She kicks in frustration at a pile of dirty slush, sending up a wet spray toward the garden flowerbeds.]

I guess it happens just like in the book, right? The card soldiers come and paint the roses red? But then what about all the other flowers?

They come up too, sooner or later... but it's kind of funny, I've never seen anybody planting them. [She wonders aloud thoughtfully, perhaps just longing for someone-anyone to talk to. Dustin's gone away, and she's restless as heck!] My dad writes for gardening catalogs and stuff, so I know how it's supposed to go. You'd put the bulbs down in the fall, and after the last snow melts, they all start to pop up. Crocuses, then daffodils, then tulips...

[She tilts the camera up wistfully, panning over the early-spring grounds. It looks like a really excellent season for mud pies, out here.]


My parents promised we'd plant something soon, at the new house, but I could be waiting around here for that to happen forever.

So what do you think? I want to start a part of the gardens that's just for me. With snapdragons and lupines and lots of pretty, colorful stuff. It's probably already too late to get started, but without a good project to start on, I think I might go a little nuts waiting for the weather to turn nice.

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The camera opens to view one (1) Asgore Dreemurr, looking very large and goatly and like some sort of “he’s gonna make it after all, maybe” divorced goatman. He appears to be in a kitchenette or perhaps even a full kitchen. There’s some countertops and cupboards and other assorted kitchen accoutrements.

Is this… yes, this is on, hello,” he says into the camera. “I am Asgore Dreemurr and today I am doing a Let Us Play that shows you how to make a delicious Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich, which I feel is an easy meal that nearly anyone can make. I am being helped today by the Underground’s most popular TV cooking host, Mettaton.” He looks over at his gracious co-host, like a not-yet-drunk Kathie Lee would look over at a just-starting-to-get-buzzed Hoda.

Mettaton, for his part, looks the perfect picture of bedazzled cooking host, complete with signature chef’s hat embroidered with a glittering gold MTT and matching apron. There is not a hair out of place on his robotic head and his grin is dazzling as he addresses the camera.
It keeps happening )
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[personal profile] determinedest
[The video opens on an interesting tableau. For one, the backdrop is that of mossy-green tile, a dimly lit laboratory, complete with some extremely fake potted vegetation. And that’s to say nothing of the figures present in the frame. Standing in the forefront seems to be a lizard with glasses in a lab coat, addressing the network at large. Behind her, a small child appears to be getting devoured alive by a -

Oh, wait. No they’re not. They’re actually grinning widely as they scratch the back of the...creature’s approximation of ears. It’s unclear how many dogs this counts as. Is this even really a dog? They’re definitely frothing at the mouth, making contented little bubbling sounds as Frisk scritches them beneath their chin. There’s a heavy whapping sound of something slapping back and forth across the tile as their tail begins to wag, even if the motion leaves shiny strands of their mass dribbling across the floor.

So, you know. Like any other dog.

Alphys speaks up first.]


H-Hey everyone! So, uhm...there’s an event! Which you, uh, probably already guessed, but, in the interest of, uhm, b-being informed, there’s some...things you should know. About this place and. Everything.

[She pauses, takes a nervous glance back towards the melting beast, and continues. Frisk pauses to toss her a resolute thumbs-up and a firm nod.]

These, uhm, monsters are called the Amalgamates. There’s a couple of them, uh, d-down here, but there’s no need to fight them! They’re, uhm, probably just looking for food. They won’t attack you or anything, so y-you can leave them alone. They’re not dangerous.

[Frisk sits up a little straighter, giving the Endogeny one final, reassuring pat, as they add:]

If any of them come near you, just find some food or something for them to play with. They don't mean to hurt you.

[Their tone is firm and unwavering, as resolute as their expression. Alphys, on the other hand, seems to get more nervous the longer the broadcasts stretches on, so she just cuts right to the point.]

There’s a machine that, uhm, looks like a skull around here, it’s got some wires, and tubes, and stuff? Don’t touch it. It’s, uhm, s-super dangerous, and, doesn’t do anything...good.

[Frisk's shoulders twitch in a faint wince, their gaze dropping back to Endogeny. Nothing good, no.]

So uhm. Leave that alone, t-too.

[Just as it seems like she’s going to continue, Endogeny abruptly surges to their feet with a loud, triumphant howl. The Amalgamate barrels at the camera, sending Alphys careening off screen with a small shriek. The camera goes down with her in a haphazard tumble, but at least the last shot indicates that she is, in fact, not being eaten alive. It turns out Endogeny is simply hungry, and seeing Alphys usually means it's time she fed them.

The feed rattles one last time as Endogeny's tail whips across the screen, and goes dead.]
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[personal profile] beatnomore
[ Buffy makes sure that her second entry onto the network provides a better impression than her first. So when the feed clicks on the network's first real look at her is... colorful. She's sitting cross legged at a desk wearing bright pink leggings under a purple patterned dress. Apologies to the retinas of everyone who has to view this. But she's a professional and there's no fiddling with the device once she's streaming. She just presents a brilliant, camera-ready smile. ]

Hello, Wonderland! I'm Buffy Meissonier and I'm here representing After the End Times as its Fiction lead to announce we're now actively seeking creative writing submissions. If you made it we're willing to look at it and potentially print it. This isn't limited to only fiction either. Poetry, fanfiction, creative nonfiction, humor, art... the sky is the limit so long as we can actually print it on paper.

[ She is pretty actively excited for this going by her smile. It's not quite the same as back home but the fiction department was her baby and she wants to see it up and moving again. ]

If you're curious about our submission guidelines and requirements or just have questions in general about our policies I'm here to answer them. And if you think you want to submit to the zine you can drop your entry at the After the End Times office, room 60 on the 9th floor or you can submit them to me privately through the network devices.

We're looking forward to hearing from you!
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[personal profile] plutonicideals
[When the video turns on, there's Riley, and she's holding up what looks to be at least a few sheets of posterboard. On the very front is a drawing of a smiling planet that looks like it's holding a heart.]

Ooookay, so it's come to my attention that there are a lot of people here that don't know about Pluto, the last planet in Earth's solar system. I'm going to change that. First things first! This is what Pluto looks like. We got pictures back recently and it looked like it had a huge heart on it. [And she'd totally called it before the pictures even got recieved too, having always said Pluto had a lot of heart.]

I couldn't get the actual picture so I asked Maya to draw it.

[And she drops that top piece of posterboard, revealing something that looks like a bulleted list???]

The first important thing is that Pluto used to be a planet. Eventually a bunch of scientists decided it was too small to be an actual planet though, so they called it a dwarf planet instead. From the time it was discovered to when it got demoted to a dwarf planet, it didn't even have a chance to go all the way around the sun! Because it's that far away from us! That's pretty unfair, since Pluto never really got a chance.

[She huffs.]

That's why I still call it a planet, though. I'm always gonna believe that it's a planet, even if everything says it can't be. We don't know what it could do or anything about it because it's so far away. I just wanted to make sure that everyone here knew that.
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[personal profile] romsapience
[The video turns on to see a little blue bot, looking a little bit annoyed that they have to use this little palm pilot in order to use the network.]

Ah! Hello, to whomever views this! I suppose I should introduce myself and leave a good impression. My name is Turing. I am the world’s first sapient ROM created by the late Hayden Webber of Parallax. Nice to meet you!

Now, then, I must ask if there’s a way for me to connect to the mesh - er, network, through my system rather than using this outdated palm pilot. I’m trying to connect to the network myself, but it’s not working. I might still be damaged from…well, anyway.

I’ve only been here for about a day, so I haven’t been able to look around the entire premises, but the topography of the gardens and the architecture of the mansion…well. It reminds me more of a storybook. Perhaps Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland? The checkerboard hills and the heart motif around the gardens gave that impression to me the most.

One final pressing question I have for whoever sees this video, and forgive me for appearing dramatic, but, is…is…this the afterlife? The last thing I remember is having my personality program taken out from my system, followed by a series of loud sirens.

[They…guessed TOMCAT wasn’t able to get their personality program back into their body successfully. They…really were…

Turing suddenly appears to look very sullen as the thought of them actually being dead hits them like a train.
]

Alys and TOMCAT…I’m never going to see them again, aren’t I?
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[The feed flickers to life, showing the back of the mansion. A branch blocks the view, giving the impression that the device is stuck in a tree. A couple of odd things are easily noticable about this video. Firstly, the lens seems to be cracked in half, splitting the image into two, slightly misaligned halves. Secondly, there's a small watermark in the corner that wouldn't be out of place on a youtube video. Third, although nobody is actually in the video, a man's voice is stammering in some sort of English accent.]

-how I could have even gotten here. Really, I should have been in a million pieces by now, just from the impact. Possibly also on fire. You know, from entering the Earth's atmosphere at terminal velocity.

[Two metal lids close in front of the camera for a second as it quickly pans back and forth like it was shaking its head.] No, it's probably a good thing I didn't get smashed. I've already been damaged enough...

Hang on, what's this thing doing?

"Streaming to Network?!" What network? I don't remember installing this software!

[The camera pans about frantically. It should be obvious by now we're looking at the world through the eye of a panicking robot.] Oh god! Someone hacked into me! What do I do? What do I do?

Wait, maybe the hackers can help me. [He calms down and clears his simulated throat.] Hello. As you can probably tell, I'm stuck in a tree of some sort. If you could please get me down, I would really appreciate it.

[If anyone wants to rescue poor Wheatley or perhaps stumble upon him by chance, he'll be in one of the trees in the orchards. You can't miss him: he's a spherical robot the size of a large beach ball, equipped with moving handles and a bright, blue optic.]

[ooc: Feel free to threadjack this post.]

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