001; Video

Apr. 27th, 2013 06:25 pm
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Wonderland, huh? Never thought I'd see the day I visited here. Last I knew the ti- ship I was traveling on was having some issues. Thought I got them sorted out but I guess I was wrong. Although it sounds like less of a malfunction and more of a kidnapping. How long do people usually end up here anyway? Not too long I hope. I have other places to go and times to see.

[She leans back and crosses her arms over her chest before sitting up again.] Oh, and for those of you I haven't met yet, name's Amy Pond. It's a pleasure to meet you. Or it will be, I'm sure. Once I meet you I mean. Say, any chance any of you have seen the Doctor around? Tall, skinny, got a chin like this? Has floppy hair and thinks bowties are cool?
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[Gee, what's that loud crash coming from your communicators? It sounds an awful lot like some delicate teacups and plates breaking, doesn't it? As the people in the mansion soon find out when the recording unit on the wall flickers to life, it is the sound of delicate teacups and plates breaking. There, in of one of the tea rooms, standing in the middle of a mess of broken china and squashed cakes is a very confused viking.]

Ohh man, those things weren't supposed to break so easily. How do I even... [He trails off, muttering, as he kneels down on the floor and tries to scoop the shards up. Suddenly, he hisses and drops what little he's collected, frowning at the cut on his hand.]

What the--what are these?

[Now that Hiccup's not flailing around in his confusion, the people still watching can see that he wasn't in pristine condition before (presumably) knocking into the table holding the tea and snacks. There are severe burns covering his face and hands, and his clothes look a little singed as well.

Hiccup rubs at his eyes with his better hand tiredly.]

Can someone tell me what's going on here? [From the way his head's tilted up toward the ceiling in exasperation, he's not talking to anyone in particular.] Just...gimme a break already.
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 [It's taken a day and some to collect up everything necessary, but John Blake and Blaine Anderson had been tossing around the idea of a get-together for so long, it didn't feel like all that much work. As the day is coming to a close in Truffula Valley, they put on the finishing touches and convene near the decently sized fire.]

[There's music, there's food, there's even a place where people can secretly meet to discuss the finer aspects of revolution under the cover of near-darkness. If nothing else, it's a place where people can come together, enjoy some company, and just be together. Who could complain about that?]

[Blake sends a message.]

Party tonight. Everyone's invited!

[Thankfully, Blaine comes to the rescue with a few more details.

Camp Wonderland Who Party
Tonight @ Dusk
Food • Friends • Entertainment • Clues

Come dressed as your friends!

[That's right, everyone, it's your chance to dress up as anyone in Wonderland. Come with one costume or ten!]

[[OOC: Massive mingle post is a go! Feel free to check out the available headers, or make your own!]]
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[When the video feed comes on, Martha's face is front and center, but it's clear from the way that the image is bobbing up and down that she's on the move. From the looks of things, she's wandering her way through the mansion, heading up stairs and poking her head into rooms. It's no surprise that she can't really keep the palm pilot steady, but out comes her voice anyway, London accent and all.]

So I think I've got the basics of this place worked out now. We're all trapped, there's supposedly no way out, and there's all kinds from all sorts of worlds. What I want to know is why. What does this place want from us? If no one's around to even answer questions like that, if there's no overlord waiting to torment us, then what's the point?

[There's got to be something to it. No one (or thing) would go to all this effort if they don't plan to get something out of it.

She passes a mirror as she walks, one of many, and sends it a careful glance before returning her attention to the mobile.]

I'm Martha, by the way. Martha Jones. I don't know how many of us there are, but we should work at this together, yeah? And that's why I also wanted to ask... is there any kind of clinic set up in this place? I'm a doctor -- I can't heal the way some people here can, and what they can do is brilliant, but not everyone can be everywhere all the time, so I thought it might be a good idea. To have someplace for people to go if they get hurt. [She's not going to assume that people don't get hurt, even if this place has been nothing but peaceful so far. She knows better.]

Either way, thanks for the help! I'm trying to search as much of this place as I can, so wave me down if you like. [With that, she switches the video mode off. It's still new to her, being able to do something like that with a mobile, but she seems to have the hang of it now.]


Apr. 8th, 2013 11:10 am
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[The face that appears on the screen is troubled, but surprisingly calm. The red-haired woman might be panicking, like so many who arrive here unexpectedly, but you better believe she's too experienced and professional to show it. Blue eyes slip over the layout of the screen once, familiarizing herself with its functions quickly before addressing whoever might be out there.]

Hello. I guess I'm not really sure where I am, and whoever you are out there, you probably already know that. [She laughs a little nervously, unable to keep the noise from slipping out between her lips. It's only a second, and the control resumes, a mask as natural as breathing for someone like her. She shrugs a little and sighs.]

My name is Pepper Potts, and whatever you brought me here for - I think you should know that Stark Industries doesn't cater to terrorists or kidnappers. Whatever you thought you'd get by taking me I'm afraid you won't be getting, ever. So you might as well tell me why you brought me here.

[Arms fold, a no-nonsense pose being taken despite the fact that her insides feel like jelly from both uncertainty of her situation and the nightmare she had before waking.]

Well? I'm waiting.

[This expression has worked before, I swear.]

001 | Video

Apr. 1st, 2013 08:04 am
thezerothlaw: (alert)
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[Though he's not used to this particular device, he knows computers, and with some patient investigation, it doesn't take him long to figure this one out.]

I'd appreciate help, if I may be so bold as to ask. My name is Daneel Olivaw. I'm not certain how I came to be here, nor am I clear about where I am. I was on Earth most recently. I'm no longer clear about what planet I'm on, and I'm concerned I may have suffered damage in whatever method was used to bring me here.

[He pauses; his voice is steady and calm, but he's... confused.]

If this is not Earth, is this a Spacer or a Settler world?


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