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[ it took her forever to hit send on this one, agonizing over whether or not she really wanted to hear the myriad of potential responses. she talked to bonnie (and to some degree, daenerys) about it last month, but there's a part of her that's curious -- that wants to know where the rest of the mansion stands. ]

i'm not homesick.
i'd like to find a way out, but i don't really want to go home.
is that bad?
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[personal profile] pig_and_pepper
[ The Duchess stands on the beach in new attire. She balances head and hat on her neck with caution. The high collar is of use. The sand around her is disturbed, by ordinary footsteps and peculiar traces alike. She looks at something far beyond the video transmission, her voice as distant as her gaze. ]

We reflect on the actions of the past; We can't let go. We want to move forward. We can't change. We don't want to change. We want to protect. But there are Others. Others that won't give up. We can not help but be moved. We can't-- We can't help. But. Ha--no!

[ The Duchess lets out an ear-piercing shriek. ]

I am not her any longer! My duke! My dear duke, come to me! Remind me who I am! Their dry bones grasp for ours, 'tis no time for a crisis of character, we haveourresolveshatteredwecan'thelpbutbecomewholeagain.We-- We do not want our children hurt... so long we have waited-- Duke! Stop her, I say! Stop her from trying!

[ At last - apparently - the Duchess' piglet waddles into view, and finds shelter underneath her dress. The Duchess scoops him up with relief. ]

There! Come, my love, we are already late. There is still enough time to seek shelter- from the lesser of the evils, at least!

001 [text]

Jan. 3rd, 2017 02:49 pm
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[personal profile] expatriates
Happy New Year. :)

[ Which is, of course, notable only in that it puts her give or take six months ahead of the timeline she was working prior to her arrival here. But putting words to it anchors her. ]

This is Natasha Romanoff. Looks like I'm experiencing a little WonderlandTM Amnesia. If you could fill me in on the particulars of how we knew each other, I'd appreciate it.

And, while I admire everyone's patience with new arrivals, feel free to spare me the welcome packet. "Welcome to Wonderland, you can't leave by your own design, sometimes people come and go +/- their memories of Wonderland." I think I've managed to sift through most of the basics.
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[personal profile] bigbad
[Canny viewers might recognize the room Spike's sitting in as the office of Angel's Investigation. Spike is, in fact, sitting on a desk, boots banging against the side as he smirks into the cameras.]

Hey, mates. Thought I ought to let you know that Angel's Investigation is under new management. [He jabs a thumb towards himself.] Sure, Angel's all right as a leader, but some people want a bit more brains and a bit less forehead, know what I mean?

[Has anyone agreed to this change in staff? No. Does anyone from Angel's team even know he's here, in Wonderland? Absolutely not. Is that going to stop Spike? Not for a second. It'll make Angel mad, and that's hilarious.]

So come on over for all your mystery solving needs. We take beer and smokes as payment. One thing's sure: with me in charge it'll be a lot more fun getting your mysteries solved. Cheers!

[He salutes and disconnects.]
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[personal profile] magisterium
This thing really is marvelous once you get the hang of it, isn't it?

[The camera is blocked by a gloved thumb for a moment as Dorian turns the device over in his hands, examining it from all angles. He'd taken a great deal of time to experiment once he'd discovered it, after hours of exploring the mansion and grounds and another solid hour investigating the mansion's library-- or what remained within the mansion itself, anyway. Finally, the camera steadies, too close for half a second before he pulls back in order to correct it, offering a bright and confident smile once he's certain he has the video component of this figured out.

It had taken some doing, but he's rather proud of himself for not having to ask. A bit of patience and simply having the ability to read had made it possible, even if he'd had to fumble with it for a little while.]


Interesting place you have here-- and this, whatever you call it, is remarkable. Here I thought a mirror was a man's best friend.

[He's going to be taking so many selfies in the future.]

I am a bit curious about the decor. I've already managed to answer several questions on my own, but there are others I'm afraid there is no obvious answer for-- such as why it appears you all take your meals along the shoreline. [Interesting place to have a dining hall.] And the shelves full of books in the hedge maze? I enjoy reading out of doors as much as anyone else, but it doesn't seem wise to leave them exposed to the elements like that.

Maybe they work like the wardrobes? [ Another voice speaks up from somewhere nearby, behind Dorian, before Brennan’s head pokes partially into the picture, eyeing the screen with fascination before withdrawing again. ] Maybe someone just wished it out there and poof? Either way, are you actually talking to anyone there, or just to yourself? Not that either answer would really surprise me at this point…

[The camera shows Dorian looking irately to his left in response.]

Don't get me started on the wardrobes again. Do you really think I'd be talking to no one? No, it's meant to reach everyone who has one of these things, whatever it is. Here, look--

[The screen goes momentarily dark as he prepares to demonstrate. Whether or not that will actually do any good remains to be seen.]

( OOC: Responses will come from both Dorian and Brennan! If you want one of them in specific, let us know! )
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[personal profile] unground
my wardrobe has supplied me with twenty pairs of ruby slippers and an umbrella.

as much as I appreciate the sense of humor, I do wonder if anyone has a pair of sensible socks about them?

on another note, I feel the need to inform you that I have taken to spending my afternoons reading at the area of the hills, I will ever so appreciate not being stepped on. I realize a green person in the grass may yet be confusion but I'm certain your brains can manage.
unsullies: (everyone a rager)
[personal profile] unsullies
[ As per usual, the young queen addresses the network with composure and a touch of agitation, dressed to impress and with Aeryn the tiny dragon at her side. While she sits still and upright, he fidgets, scratching at the hardwood of her seat, cawing into the air. ]

Months and months ago, I sent out a plea for a tutor in swordsmanship, archery, magic... to find a way to defend myself. Without my armies and Queensguard, I have no one but myself to ensure my safety. Many of those who volunteered their expertise are long gone and I do not feel prepared to face such things as we have seen of late.

[ She clears her throat lightly. ]

I know more of these... technologies, too, but not enough. There are yet devices in this mansion that seem incredible to me. Again, I will take instruction in weaponry or in the workings of the modern world as they were not seem to at my first request.

I may be young, but I am no fool. What we call "peace" in Wonderland is a mummer's farce.
assembles: (what's this)
[personal profile] assembles
[The time for this announcement is long overdue, though Steve has also put a lot of thought into who should be on the Avengers roster here in Wonderland. Wanda's appearance only served as another reminder. Just because Natasha is gone doesn't meant that Steve gets to slack off in his duties as team leader.

With the kind of dangers that lurk around the mansion -- demons and ghouls and vampires -- people should know that there's a group of people who can help.

He decides to deliver the information in text form, figuring that it'll be easier for people to copy things down that way. It's a lot to remember.]


Hello, everyone. This is Steve Rogers. If you haven't met me, I'm head of a group called the Avengers. Our membership has shifted around depending on who Wonderland has decided to bring in, but I wanted to make an official announcement to explain what we are and how we can help.

Essentially, we're a group of super-powered people. Back home, we handled worldwide disasters, the sort of stuff that threatened the entire human race. We want to fulfill that role here too, so if you're ever in any kind of danger or in need of protection, you can contact any one of us.

This is our official member roster, along with each person's skillset:

Steve Rogers / Captain America: Enhanced strength, speed, senses, and healing. Weaponry: impenetrable shield.
Thor: Control of weather, thunder, lightning. Superhuman abilities. Weaponry: Hammer. (Don't try to lift it.)
Wanda Maximoff: Energy blasts, telekinesis, telepathy. Weaponry: N/A.
Bucky/James Barnes: Sniping, enhanced strength, speed, senses, and healing. Weaponry: Rifles and knives.
Rocket: Constructs and modifies weapons, enhanced agility and senses. Weaponry: Large guns, but anything under the sun.
Billy Kaplan: Magic, flight, teleportation, healing, more than I can probably list here. Weaponry: N/A.

We also have a non-combative science consultant by the name of Bruce Banner.

You can turn to any of us if you're in need of protection, or if you need to make use of one of our abilities. It's our job to help. Let me know if you have any questions, and stay safe out there.


[PRIVATE TEXT to the Avengers team:]
You all know what you signed up for, so hopefully this is okay. I know not all of you have met, so we should figure out schedules and make a time to do some team training. We won't be effective together if we don't know how to coordinate with each other in combat situations.
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[personal profile] pottershotter
[James has been busy today, but he's been in very good spirits lately. There's an extra skip in his step and a bright smile as he goes down every single hall in the mansion and tosses a red invitation beneath every door that looks like it might have someone living behind it. It reads:

James Potter & Lily Evans
Request the honour and pleasure
of your company at their marriage on
Saturday the twentieth of June
Two thousand fifteen
at three o'clock in the afternoon
in the Gardens of Wonderland.
Reception to follow in Ballroom


He's admittedly gone a bit overboard with distributing them. In addition to slipping them under doors, he's charmed several of them to stick to the walls and doors, and there are even some strewn about communal areas like the kitchen and the tea rooms. The idea is for no one to be able to go anywhere in the mansion at all without learning the good news - that not only are James and Lily getting married, but they have a date.

At some point in the middle of distributing them, James decides to take a break and sits right down on the stairs. He sends out a message to the network, holding up one of their invitations.
]

So! You might've found one of these already, but if not I'm sure you will soon - Lily and I are getting married! In two weeks!

[He sounds like he can hardly believe it himself. He's so excited, and so happy. Happier than he's been in a few weeks even.]

I just wanted to be absolutely clear - everyone's invited. We could all use a bit of a celebration, don't you think so? And we know there's always the chance an event could come and derail things - if that's the case, the 27th will be the...err. "Rain" date, let's say. [It's not really, but everyone knows what he means.]

Anyhow, I've got to give out the rest of these. [He waves the invitations in his hand.] We hope to see you all there!

[Then he stands up and shuts the camera off, getting back to work. He can be contacted by video, or he can be found distributing more invitations all over the place.]
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[personal profile] unground
"Of apples with black skin and white flesh: to fill the stomach with greed unto Death" -

at times I wonder if I was given a magic book or one for cooking. most of this is absolutely unhelpful.

unless, of course, one of you wishes for one and then, I suppose all I would need is some apples, sticks and a stall.
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[personal profile] possiblymad
[Oh, he looks so enthused to do this when the feed opens, but his expression gently takes on a more welcoming and charismatic visage.]

I am Loki, no longer one-of-a-kind here in Wonderland. Many of you know me as the villain, monster, God of Lies, but you should all know by now that I possess a deal of magical ability. I specialise in illusions and deception, however I am not shy to offensive and defensive magics.

[He gives that a moment to sink in and decides to continue. Now was as good a time as any with Captain Criticism briefly out of the picture to cast his judgement on Loki's actions.]

I am also aware that there are some of you here with, at the very least, an inkling of magical ability. It got out some time ago that I was secretly training young Kaplan in the development of his abilities, and while I do not have the desire to extend such extensive treatment to others, I will however offer basic training to aid those of you with the gift in its development. Be it setting you down the right path to learning your abilities or providing a training target for you to cast more powerful spells without the fear of injuring others, I may as well assist you. This is not out of sheer kindness, for those of you fearing ulterior motives. I may as well admit that it is out of self preservation. The more able magic users we have here to defend ourselves against threats, the more likely we are to succeed should... certain creatures resurface.

We have many such residents offering combative training, but few offering magical aid and I thought it was high time we correct this err.

[He managed to give an entire speech without a single lie. Half truths were not, in fact, lies.]

Private to Kol )
malefice: (ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴛᴀɪʟᴏʀ)
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[ Kol appears on the network - and as usual, looking somewhat like a hooligan with cuts all over the left side of his face, it looks as though he decided to try dragging his face across concrete. Thanks dad. He's sporting a dark look, one that looks as though he's out for blood. One might say Wonderhell is lucky he's not an original anymore. ]

Rebekah Mikaelson - my sister, has left, if any of you cared - I'm sure some of you knew the strumpet.

[ It's short and there's some sort of ire to it. ]

-
Private to Davina )
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[personal profile] alayne
[ she almost uses text for this, almost hides away her face and voice from her audience. but in the end, sansa appears to all in a gown of stark grey. there is little point to hide anymore. alayne stone is dead to all those who knew her for they have seen into the girl beneath.

queen in the north, she was called but when sansa speaks, it is soft and unassuming ]


Good people of Wonderland, such odd days we have seen.

[ days which were too familiar, too filled with memories that are not welcome and some which are ( stark banners and a pack of wolves to protect the pack and - ) ]

I send word to those who have been of house Stark and their allies. Some of you I have never met before. I would extend my hand and offer my friendship. For all of Wonderland's tricks, if we can maintain such friendships rather than lose them, I would think it to be wiser.

[ a beat and then ]

I am Sansa of house Stark and though - there are many here who Wonderland would have made my enemies,

[ lannisters, boltons, greyjoys ]

I do not wish to let its falsehood come between us. I am your friend, no matter what house you belonged to. If you ever need me, I shall be at your service.

[ a breath. ]

For your kindness and your attention, you have my thanks.
assembles: (epic speech time)
[personal profile] assembles
[Like almost any time that Steve is making a solo broadcast, he's seated at the desk in his room. He's got the neutral yet firm look of a leader, which tends to be how he handles addressing the network. In this particular case, there's another reason for it. He can hide what he's really going through behind all of that authority.]

For anyone who knew Bruce Banner, the younger Bucky Barnes, or Peggy Carter, they've gone home.

[Home, which should be a good thing. And maybe it is, except that Bruce and Natasha had been happy here. Bucky's headed back into the middle of a war, and to something so much worse after that. And Peggy? Well, Steve is just relieved his voice didn't crack when he said her name.

He moves on quickly.]
I also wanted to talk about what happened with the memories getting swapped around. I didn't go through it, but it sounds like a lot of other people did. Between that and those old events coming back in different areas, it kind of seems like Wonderland's running a little haywire.

[He hasn't forgotten about the closets malfunctioning for a while there, either.]

Is there any kind of precedence for that stuff?

[Because it seems to him that they should be worrying about it.]

Anyway, I think that's all.

[He ends the feed there, but he'll be spending some time out and about for the rest of the day, either eating at the diner or taking Dodger on a long walk throughout the grounds.]
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[personal profile] unsullies
[ Amidst the fading sun of the evening of the 17th is a young queen who looks less than amused. ]

When I first arrived, I imagined this realm might live up to its title. Wonder-Land. I have seen miracles and spoken with many with whom I might never have met. I thought it a blessing, at a time, that I should be given time away to think on further actions in Mereen.

But. Despite its promise, I find the current state of things frightfully insufficient. Despite cries of authority and safe-keeping the people here, there are none who have risen to shoulder the difficulties that come with such claims. And despite numerous murders that stain our shared grounds, none are reprimanded.

Simply decrying one another on this network is not justice. There must be an elected council of those among us whom have lived here for the longest time. We as the residents of this mansion must stop this senseless violence from despoiling what many call a second chance.

I am Daenerys Targaryen, the blood of the dragon. I am a queen. I will not sit idly by and allow this senseless slaughter. To those of a similar mind, I welcome you to a civil discussion of those best qualified to dispense justice; I will be in the gardens.

To those who may laugh or scoff, I hope that you remember your words when they turn their weapons on you. None deserve this.
nascensibility: looks like you're starring in an Albanian remake of the Cosby Show (nice sweater nerd)
[personal profile] nascensibility
I have an important announcement to make - even if you don't respond, I would greatly appreciate it if you would all listen.

[Evelyn appears tired, having suffered a recent sleepless night and three full days of resurrection, an undercurrent of emotional lividity pressing her forward. Her tone is firm and her gaze is just as hard, tempered steel cooling after being held aloft over a blazing fire.]

A similar network statement was made several months ago by one A. J. Crowley, but the dearth of evidence made it difficult for many to accept, myself included. It is with confidence that I can now inform the greater public that Hannibal Lecter is a psychotic serial murderer who cannibalises his victims.

[She is more disappointed in herself, but she won't blame anyone for doubting her. Crowley had to fight to be heard and Evelyn didn't want to believe it until she saw Will bleeding out on the floor, like a broken doll drenched in red, until she had to reach for her own weapon in self-defence. It feels strange now with all the data before her, files and notes and a strain in her voice that threatens to remind her who kept this information from her in the first place.

The broadcast continues.
]

Up until four days ago it was difficult to acquire substantial evidence on the identity of the man who killed, ate, and mutilated the bodies of Jesse Pinkman, Clarisse La Rue, and Dean Winchester, but I would like to submit my own recent murder at Hannibal Lecter's hands as adequate testimony.

[Evelyn's jaw tightens and she looks out of the camera frame for a moment, swallowing the vivid recollection and the stale, coppery taste of blood. As (purportedly) the first non-anonymous killing, it falls upon her to ensure than the very same does not happen to anyone else.]

Do not trust him, do not engage him, do not encourage his psychiatric practise by participating in therapy with him. He is a dangerous and skilled manipulator, so much so that I once considered him a friend. Please learn from my mistake.

[Evelyn cuts the feed.]

06 Video

Feb. 16th, 2015 12:26 pm
sheriffwolf: (Default)
[personal profile] sheriffwolf
[As with all of Bigby's videos, the air appears smokey which obscures the picture slightly. However, to the observant person, they will note that Bigby is not in his room (even though there is a terrible similarity). He sits at a desk with a large corkboard behind him. Some of the papers have names and dates on them - approximations of arrivals and departures from Wonderland. A large cabinet is off to the side. In fact, the room looks well worn and a bit familiar to those used to Bigby's messy but organized style.

Yes, this is the Sheriff's office he has been promising.

Want more of a visual? It looks something like this.]


I know I've been meaning to open up this office for some time now. Many things have happened in the meantime and it's either now or never. So, without further ado, welcome to the Wonderland Sheriff office. I'm Sheriff Bigby and until the time comes when we're organized enough to choose our own sheriff, I'll be heading this office.

If you want my resume - tough. You'll just have to trust me on this. I'm the man for the job.

I invite all of you to come by and check this place out. I know some of you expressed interest in lending a hand and I'll be more than happy to sign you up. There are a couple assignments I'd like to work out but I won't take up anymore of your time right now than I have to.

If you are in need of assistance, come by. Cases will be handled on a first come, first serve basis with some degree of importance considered.

Anything else, drop by. Office hours are from 10 am to 6 pm, investigations (and Wonderland chaos) permitting.

First floor - third office down.

[Bigby takes a long drag of his cigarette before reaching out and turning off the feed. The Sheriff is IN.]
thekittenqueen: ([Margaery] Oh My God)
[personal profile] thekittenqueen
[She taps the screen hesitantly. Whatever luck she had in actually being able to transmit images, it ends here. The device perplexes and frightens her, as does this world that she finds herself in. Keeping a calm head was necessary, at least until she could figure out how to get home and who might assist her.

Not realizing others might see her, she is displaying more fear and nerves than she would like. Margaery takes a steadying breath and talks to herself.]

What is this place? Where am I?
undealt: (✒ of heroes and villains)
[personal profile] undealt
Well, that was particularly spectacular, even by Wonderland's standards.

[drier than the friggin' Sahara. and whether it's truly over or not, Gold has other issues on his mind.]

I thought we might be done with flesh-eating beasts after the Jabberwocky was felled, but clearly we required an encore. [and speaking of encores..]

Which brings me to my real point. Where I'm from, seeing the future or even knowing the future does not enable you to prevent it. Try as one might, the more you attempt to sort out the puzzle, the more the pieces tend to fall into place, precisely as they meant to. Bearing that in mind, I have to wonder if we've truly prevented the terrible future that was spoken of last year or if we've merely locked it into place.

Of course, Wonderland has never followed the rules any particular realm sets for magic. It picks and chooses as it wishes. Strange, isn't it? All these different worlds, all these different types of magic, and so many of these events hearkening back from our own worlds. It does make one wonder about the true nature of Wonderland.

[a brief pause] Something to think about.
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[personal profile] avoirfaim
[ Vivaldi's Winter is playing in the background of the video as Hannibal makes the connection. As opposed to the last time the network saw his face, he looks very much in his element, without a hint of rage or much emotion outside of the range of contentment. His offense is kept just under his thick skin. It remains, but he doesn't dwell on it. Dwelling without action would accomplish nothing at all.

But never mind that. Crowley's reckoning will come later. For now, he is in peak physical condition, dangerous in his presented amicability. Good luck. ]


Good afternoon Wonderland. It seems I was sent home for a short while. It didn't seem right to let my return go unmentioned any longer, now that our moment of defensive panic has subsided. My apologies to my patients, and any others I may have left in an uncomfortable position. My door is still open, should anyone need my help. Simply message me to make an appointment.

It's also come to my attention that Dr. Jones has gone home. Martha was a good friend and a respectable colleague, her presence will be missed. Hopefully she has gone home to better things. Has any discussion been had about the status of her clinic? I hope to see it carried on under responsible supervision.

[ He pauses for a moment, for emphasis of train of thought. ]

Two more points of interest. Firstly, as some of you may know, someone that I consider to be violently unstable has gone to great lengths to see me suffer. Therefor, I ask for your help. I would like to learn how to protect myself from demons. If anyone would be able to offer their assistance, I would be in your debt.

Secondly, as I missed the opportunity for a proper Christmas celebration, I've decided to throw a symbolic New Years Eve party. [ Symbolic because, of course, what is New Years Eve in a place with no real concept of passing time? ] Formal dress, black tie optional, with hors d'oeuvres and a small tapas dinner. Should anyone be interested in working the event as wait staff, I'm sure we could come up with a method of payment. Otherwise, I'll be forced to serve the food buffet style. [ oh the humanity. ]

And I believe that's all. Have a good rest of your day.
unsullies: (from the fist of your best friend)
[personal profile] unsullies
[ Though she'd been mysteriously absent over the past week, the last Targaryen is not shy in her return. Clad again in Dothraki clothing, Daenerys looks displeased as she appears over the network. ]

I know not where I have been these few days, but it seems I am not yet to return to Essos. [ And that's annoying, to say the least. ] What has happened that so many run about the mansion in fear?

[ There's a long, thoughtful pause, during which her silver eyebrows come together, and then... ]

Where is my dragon?
alayne: (To last it out and not come back)
[personal profile] alayne
[ alayne stone wears simple cotton today, pale blue with a hint of silver. her hair is the same color catelyn stark's has been, deep auburn rather than the usual brown. she had not dyed it again yet. she looks worried, a familiar fear sitting there on her brow. however, when she speaks, her voice is clear and it doesn't shake. ]

Good people of Wonderland.

[ a pause ]

To those who have been so kind to me since my arrival, I offer my thanks; to those who have been kind to - her. catelyn stark, during the past week, I offer you my sincere gratitude as well. I fear I have awarded your kindness with a lie. It was not ill meant, I swear it. It was for my own safety and yet a lie it was.

[ she looks aside ]

Wonderland had mocked my mother's memory by giving me her name and making me forget all else. If it ever steals her memory from me, I want others to know of her. Lady Catelyn Stark had auburn hair and blue eyes.

[ exactly like herself ]

She was of house Tully and had married lord Eddard Stark she was a mother to Arya Stark who has been her before and Brandon Stark who has also been here once before. They are both gone, now.

[ for a moment, she almost looks angry ]

Her enemies had killed her and her eldest son Robb and Wonderland has mocked her memory, it gave me her name and it made forget.

[ a breath, small and shallow. ]

I am her eldest daughter. Lady Sansa Stark, sister to Arya and Bran. They are gone and I am the last of my House to be here. My Lady Aunt - Lyanna Stark, she has been here too. For those who have been kind and good to Arya, Bran and Lady Lyanna, I thank you, as their kin.

[ what to say even ]

I hope you shall find it in your hearts to forgive me. I will ask you to still call me Alayne when in company. In a private audience, you may call me as you will.
handing: (all i have left)
[personal profile] handing
Discoveries and Introspection )

For those who know him, Tony Stark has gone back home.

[She says it calmly, as she would any other announcement; as she has, when she's pushed through bad news in the past. And though she's tired, always feels tired these days, Pepper still continues with her original intention. She doesn't want to drift back down into that same darkness she's fought so hard to struggle out of. So she glances down for a moment, then looks back to the phone, quietly determined to get out the rest before the inevitable replies from their friends.]

I was wondering if someone was taking care of the art gallery these days. I know Lord Buckingham had originally run it, but I haven't seen him in quite some time. If no one minds, I'd like to take up the mantle. I have experience curating art collections from back home, and I think it'd be worthwhile to maintain the one here.

[To give herself purpose, and focus. Something from her old sense of normality to fold into the new. She needs that, and more importantly, now she's ready to take it on.]

Thank you for your time.

[The feed ends there, though of course she's listening for replies. Pepper's planning on spending a fair amount of time in the gallery that afternoon, to get a feeling for how things were set up and what she might want to change in the future.]
stillplaying: ([sad] damn it)
[personal profile] stillplaying
He's gone.

[The words leave her mouth as soon as she turns on the camera. The wind blows a few strands of hair into her face and she pushes the strands away. Though her eyes are downcast, unable to meet any gaze that may be looking back at her through the network, her face is clear on the screen. Sad, pained, haunted. She's been trying to find him the past few days, gone by all the places she knows that he prefers. But he hasn't been anywhere. Not in his room, not at the beach. Hasn't responded to any of the messages she tried sending him through the phone.

It's not like. And it only leaves her with one conclusion.

She wants to be a coward and just type up a message. Tell Haymitch and let him inform everyone else. That'd be easy. Less painful. It'd certain involve less interaction with strangers. But Finnick Odair deserves better than that from her.]


Finnick Odair's gone back to Panem. I don't know how many people he knew here or if he had any friends. [But it's Finnick. Of course Finnick had to know someone outside of her or Haymitch. Of all of them, he's the most social and the most amiable.] I just thought you should know. He'd want you to know.


[She disconnects the device and turns back to the flowers and the pieces of rope she had brought with her to the beach. She had never gotten a chance to say goodbye to him. Not when he had died in the sewers and not now, leaving Wonderland to return... to Panem? To live out all the remaining months until his death? She had gotten that chance with Rue. It had been short, it had been risky, but it had been something. And even if the game was different, Finnick had still died playing one.

He deserves something. Someway to be honored and not forgotten.

She sings while she works, taking the flowers and carefully working them into the knots she ties on the rope. Her voice grows a little stronger the more she sings, though she doesn't attempt to compete with the roar of the surf. But it's that same voice that kept her sane the day she decided to stop trying to kill herself and maybe consider living instead. A little raw, a little unused to singing, but beautiful nonetheless. The kind of voice that would make the birds stop to listen.

Ultimately, she plans on making something of a wreath with the ropes to throw in the ocean. A wreath filled with the knots Finnick had shown her, filled with colors and filled with life. Though her fingers aren't nearly as nimble as his had been, she doesn't let it stop her. There's no rush here. No hovercraft coming to take a body away or other Tributes out to kill her. She takes her time working. And sings.]
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Though he does not grow, he does eat. [ Setting: the kitchen. Featuring: Dany and Aeryn, the still-tiny dragon who caws hungrily from behind. ] There is more than enough food for us both, though I wish he could prepare his own meals. I tire of charring his meat for him.

[ She strokes his head affectionately, though. Aeryn makes another rough sound and waits impatiently. ]

I am a stranger to these... technologies. I have been content to use the candles in my room, though I have been told that there is an easier way...

[ And that's the clicking sound of a young dragon queen turning on the stove. Note: there are no dishes, pots, or pans on the stove at the moment. Only open flame. ]

It appears without any effort... would that we had such marvels in Essos. We--

[ Aeryn shrieks, flapping his small wings as the fire flares up. So much for that idea. The meat on top chars rapidly with the strength of the flame. Then, smoke begins to clog the room and spill out of the kitchen. All in the name of dinner! ]
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[ When the feed comes to life Sam is sitting outside leaning against a tree. He's sweaty and breathing heavy, but that's what happens when you just get finished with a run. The stiffness in his ankle has pretty much vanished now that he's started running a lot more since he broke it. He's back up to his old times even if that is below Steve Rogers standards. ]

So--[ He smiles. ]--those blind dates were pretty weird huh? I mean they were nice. I get that their heart was in the right place, but was anyone else just a tad weirded out by how detailed and specific they were to each couple? I got a new friend out of the deal, but it still felt really odd.

[ He's not upset about the date. Neal was a good guy. Having dinner with him on the rooftop wasn't the worst night he's ever had. It was weirdly romantic for two straight guys who didn't even know each other, but free food and a good talk is hard to find sometimes. Though probably not here. ]

Not what I really wanted to talk about though. [ He sits forward and gets closer to the camera. ] I used to run support groups in the VA center back in DC and I was thinkin' about starting something similar to that here. Coming here isn't really that easy and it's gotta be rough on some people. Maybe you want someone to talk to about it? A group setting where you can talk about concerns or just issues back home you didn't get to rectify. I know a few people got some of those. Maybe they're scared that they won't get a chance or they're scared to go back? [ He shrugs. ] Give it a thought. If you'd wanna come just hit me back. I gotta go see if I left my lungs a mile back. [ He smiles and shuts the feed off. ]
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[ The video begins in room with average lighting, that some might recognize as the music room. The acoustics are right for it, with high windows and a concave ceiling which, as an architectural feature of a first floor, would be highly unusual if architecture was one of the things in Wonderland that erred towards making sense.

It is not.

Hannibal is composing, seated at a harpsichord with his device sitting carefully upon the soundboard. He doesn't seem to notice being recorded, focused instead on tickling ivory and, every so often pausing to pick up a pen and, with only the sound of pen scratching against paper echoing in the otherwise empty room, change a note or add a few more. It's only in moments like these when there is something like genuine concern in his eyes and in the curve of his lip, concern for the perfect melody. He then continues, piecing together notes and trying new arrangements, until then he does notice. He looks up, meets his eyes with the recording video like a wildcat witnessing in the brush someone in their territory. As quickly as he makes eye contact he returns to the keys, and continues for a moment longer. He thinks better of it then, reaching up to switch the device off. ]
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[She's always excelled at keeping to herself, not letting anyone in. It's been how many months since she arrived here? And still, she can count the number of people she actually trusts on one hand. Finnick and Haymitch. Anyone else? Anyone else, she's still excels at keeping at arms length. It's better that way, she tells herself. Better for them, better for her. She's not someone worth befriending.

Because, in the end, she still can't break the feeling that all she does is get those she cares for hurt. For once in her life, she's doing her best not to be selfish. She doesn't need friends to survive this place. With Haymitch's stores, her ability with a bow, and Finnick's with a trident, they'll have all the food needed. They'll be able to protect each other when the game played here finally comes to a head. She has her allies. She doesn't need any other.

But it is a lonely life. And coming down from the high of actually being able to hunt large game the past few days, the loneliness only seems more amplified.

It's why she actually sits on the front steps of the mansion, staring at the phone device in her hands. Her quiver rests on the step behind her and her bow rests against her right side. A measly squirrel sits in front of her. Today's hunt had been one of the worst since arriving here. She hasn't been this empty handed in a while. And whether she admits it or not, the lack of success is starting to eat at her.

She flips the phone over in her hands before finally turning it on. There's a second of hesitation before she finally asks:]


They can turn on you. Or disappear at any moment. So what's the point? Seeking out allies here? Why bother?
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[ it was bound to happen eventually, let's be honest. at least it's not embarrassing. it is, however, strangely endearing. for once, clarisse isn't being violent or abrasive or rude — she's just playing with her baby boar, who sports a red bandana around his neck. he hops through the grass next to a large pile of lumber, which happen to all be in the shape of fence posts. on top of the lumber are a number of books laying open, all in greek. hmm, i wonder what she could be up to.

she definitely wasn't intending to post this video. is it so hard to just record something for yourself? apparently.

she can't actually be seen, but she's smiling and (can it be?) laughing when polemos comes running up to her leg and snorts into the camera. ]
Okay, come here. [ she picks him up and he disappears from the frame for a moment as she puts him in her lap. she sets her phone on her leg and the view switches to show her face for a brief second until she leans over to grab one of the books from the pile of lumber, sticking it on top of the little boar in between her legs. he snorts again and scrambles out from under the book and clarisse laughs softly and shakes her head.

she's far too distracted by polemos hopping over to the pile of lumber and grunting at it, watching his little nose sniff away, to realize that the video is still going. her face comes back into focus as she glances down at the book, entitled carpentry for dummies. she doesn't feel any less dumb than when she started, honestly. she sighs, defeated and frustrated. she doesn't need to know how to cut lumber or how to sand it — the magic of wonderland closets already did that for her. she just wants to know how to build a fucking fence. ugh. she sighs heavily and then tosses the book behind her. ]
I have no idea what I'm doing. [ whatever would have been the next thing she said if she were actually talking to anyone, but... well, she's not. not really. instead, she gets up, knocking her phone off her leg without realizing it. it plants itself facedown in the grass while clarisse runs to catch polemos from getting too far away.

she'll come back with a pig in her arms and wonder why people are talking to her. thanks a lot, wonderland. she'll be by the stables with her pile of lumber and her favorite boar, so feel free to come harass her as well. ]
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[ when alayne speaks her voice is calm ( I will not cry ) betraying only a hint of an edge beneath its polite yet hard (polished) surface. ]

There were ones who were in the Mansion and are here no longer.

I would seek them, if I can. I would care to know how far I'm allowed to look.

[ that is all in terms of the question asked. you may find her in the gardens by the fountain if you seek her out, holding what seems to be a handkerchief of simple grey cotton. ]

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