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[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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[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.]
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[ She knew as soon as the cryptic message went up what this was going to be. And it's really something to finally be up, after two and a half years, to know this one's yours and it won't be anything good. Michonne's stockpiled more than usual - cases of bottled water, a shit ton of non-perishable food, and guns, ammo. She doesn't know what to expect; maybe it'll all disappear overnight, but she has to try.

When she wakes up back home, back in Alexandria, at first she thinks she's back. But she remembers Wonderland, sits up straight in bed and realizes a few things. Rick's not beside her, her stockpile from yesterday is still there, and her device is on the nightstand. Dressing quickly, she gets up, walks through the familiar house and out onto the porch.

She is home. There's no Daryl in the house next door, her people aren't here, but she's back and she isn't sure how to feel. She isn't even sure what fucked up thing might happen. She has to do her best to warn everyone, toe the line between scaring the shit out of people and making sure they understand. Sitting at her kitchen table (and that's a weird thing, too. This isn't anyone's but hers. This is all...hers. Her house, her couch, her mantle where she hung her katana thinking in a bout of optimism that it could stay there) she turns on her device, her face a little harder than usual which is, in all honesty, saying something. ]


If you don't know me, my name's Michonne. This is my world. Looks nice. Quaint. But it's not. Most people in Wonderland call it a zombie apocalypse. We didn't know what it was.

[ She really can't help having this moment out loud. ]

It was never entertainment for movies and tv in my world. It's real. Most of you already know what to do: shot to the head is the only thing that kills them. It's not good enough to just cut off the head. It can still bite. You get bit, you die and turn. Come back as one of them. Don't worry about being able to tell the difference between someone alive and someone dead. You can see it. Smell it.

[ And uh, one other thing: ]

If you get bit on a part that can be cut off, arm, leg. Do it. Cut it off as soon as you can. If you don't bleed to death, you won't turn.

[ But everyone knows this is temporary, so maybe people would just rather die than go through an amputation. Maybe they'd die and turn because eventually, this will end. They don't have to keep living it every single day. ]

I don't know if walkers will even be the issue. It could be anything I've gone through, right? There's enough fucked up shit that's happened, the biggest threat might not even be the dead. Just trust me. Get a weapon. Stay close because there's safety in numbers. I'm at the very end of the neighborhood with cases of water and food if you don't have any, but look in your pantries and see if there are rations, first. If you know how to use a gun, I've got those too.

Just know that noise draws them in. Gunfire is dangerous, might as well sound off a dinner bell for walkers. That's why I've had and always will have a katana. If you smell like them, they won't bother you. Smear their guts on you, smell dead, walk slow, you can get through a hoard.

[ She should stop, she can't tell everyone everything, it's too much. ]

You know how to reach me, if you need me.
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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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::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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[Hello, Wonderland! You are greeted by a creepy bandaged man in a hoodie who has a huge question for you.]

Hey! I thought this mirror shit was over already!

[Okay, not so much of a question. More like he's really confused and he needs to show you the mirror in his room...]

[... Yep, a Mirror wrote on it. Zack has not been informed that the mirrors can do this.]


The hell is this? Are they plotting to break in again or something?

[By the way, the sloppy message scrawled on the mirror reads, "HAppy BirthdAy, RAy. MAy God hAvE mErcy whEn thE timE comEs. 🕇" It would have been a lot more heartwarming if it wasn't so creepy...]

Entry #1

Jun. 6th, 2017 08:28 am
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[The feed flicks on to a shaky view of the forest. The underbrush is thick, and for a moment a hand is visible, reaching out and pushing aside a curtain of vines. Whoever is filming looks to be about three miles in.]

[After roughly thirty seconds of this, there’s a voice.]

I’ve been walking for what feels like an hour. Maybe more, maybe less.

[He speaks with a disinterested Alabama drawl, but there’s a quiet, choked anxiety to what he’s saying. If he’s trying to sound neutral, he’s not quite succeeding.]

I don’t know if this thing is actually connected to the internet, or if it just looks that way, but if anyone’s...if anyone sees this and knows where I am, that’d be…

[He trails off, and eventually the sound of footfalls on dry leaves fall quiet as well. He turns the camera on himself. He’s a young man, scrawny, with wide-set eyes shaded by the brim of a baseball cap. He doesn’t look directly at the lens, his gaze twitching toward the trees.]

If this place is...where I think it is--and I mean, not too many other options, after what happened, and if there are people who can see this, I have a question.

Has anyone here seen a--a girl about my age? [He stutters, and his voice speeds up.] Brown hair, past the shoulders, doesn’t look like she’s slept in…? [He winces.] Jessica, her name’s Jessica Locke, and I need to know if she’s here.

[He starts to pace, and the camera dips lower, revealing the edge of a red stain on his shirt.]

And I guess, if you haven’t seen her, there are others, like--like Amy W█̤͕͖͙̖-- [The last name is lost in a blip of static. He continues rattling off the names quickly, like he’s gone through the spiel too many times before.] --Brian Thomas, Seth Wilson, Sarah Reid…

[He pauses. Deliberates.]

...Tim Wright?

Alex Kr͔̕a̡̻█͕̣͟█̜̜̜█͓̖̬?͇͕̖̻̼̀ [Another burst of static, longer this time. Again, he doesn’t appear to notice.]

[Something catches his eye, and he tenses up. The camera drops away from his face, and the video blurs as he jolts forward, leaves crunching underfoot. Just before the feed cuts, he mutters something barely audible.]

--where it takes you--

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[Souji is sitting on the front stoop of the inn, looking around at the snow. His expression, while typically neutral, also shows a combination of excitement and pensiveness. He offers a tiny smile to the video feed.]

I think Kanji and I have to take responsibility for this event. It shouldn't be bad, though. Unless someone else's memories are mixed in, this was just a nice vacation.

[He falls silent for a couple of seconds, distracted, then addresses the network again.]

Would anyone mind helping me figure out what word we lost this time? I need to write it down.
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[There's a fair amount of bustling being done on the part of the Twins in the vicinity of the kitchen's freezer. Both of them have their heads half inside of it, and Tweedledee is shoveling things out onto the floor with both hands.]

I know I put them in here.

Sometime in January, wasn't it?

Yes. And I wrote our names on them so that no one would take them.



[A ham, several cartons of ice cream, and several bags of peas hit the floor and Tweedledum shunts them aside with one foot. It isn't until several moments, with a cry of victory, that the two emerge with several bags of snowballs each clearly marked "T AND T".]

Isn't it a little early for them though?

Nohow! This is just what we need right now. A good old fashioned snow day.

[Satisfied, the two of them flee the kitchen, leaving the behind the mess and the freezer gaping open.]
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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.]]

video

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.

Voice

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.]

video!

May. 9th, 2017 11:48 am
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[ It's been a while since Sharon made any sort of announcement over the network, and for the most part, she likes it that way. All too often, the network seems to carry horrible news - this person is missing, that person hasn't been seen in so long, that person is still here, things like that.

But for this, she'll make an exception. Even if it isn't what she would consider work-related.

Yeah. She has personal curiosity. What're you gonna do, punk? ]


Apparently, there are some worlds out there with time travel. And reincarnations where people spout wings and bond together with fusion. Zombies, obviously. Invisible zombies, less obviously. And there's probably more weird stuff than that.

So, I'm curious. Anyone out there willing to give me a science lesson about how the hell things work back home? I'm not an expert, but I like to think I'm no slouch, either. I'm just having trouble wrapping my head around some things and want to have a better understanding.

✿ video

May. 8th, 2017 11:46 am
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[ When the video feed switches on there's a small noise of surprise before Haru's gently smiling face comes into view. If she's disturbed by anything in Wonderland she certainly isn't showing it, instead she's more impressed that she managed to get the thing to work when she's not generally good with machines. Unlike others, Haru is going for the video route and bucking that trend.]

Ah, it's working. For a moment I was getting worried there that I'd broken this thing. Hmm, well, I'm not too sure what to say right now; it looks like a lot of people who turn up here ask lots of things about this place. But I do have a question that could do with a few varying opinions so I think I'll go ahead and ask it.

Would you consider coffee beans to be a food, or would you think of it more as a condiment? More of an ingredient that isn't classed as a food? I do know some people eat coffee beans but I'm only half certain they were serious. I'm hoping to look into growing coffee beans but I need to think through carefully what it is I'm looking for and how I'll go about getting it. Thank you very much in advance for answers given!

If there's any information anyone wants to share from their experiences here, please feel free to. Everyone's thoughts would be valuable I think when it comes to being in a new world like this; I'm from Japan and I can't say this is familiar outside of literature and even then it's unique.

Oh! Also, thank you very much for my room, it looks wonderful.

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