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This is a mess... Armin seems like he's doing better now, but...

[Not looking directly at the camera just yet, Eren takes a moment to finish up re-bandaging what's left of Armin's leg before turning to greet his audience. So as not to upset anyone with the sight of the gruesome wound (they've seen enough blood already over that last few weeks) he's careful to keep most of it out of view. Still, one can still catch a glimpse of Armin in the corner of the screen, fast asleep in a rather large, compfy-looking four poster bed. A sharp eye might be inclined to recognize it and the rest of the room as Integra's.]

To the people who helped out the other day- I think your names were Carlos and James? ...Thank you. I really owe you one. I mean it. If you ever need help with anything, just tell me and I'll be there.

[There's a lot more Eren could say on the matter, but in the end, he decides to leave it at that. He knows if he says much more, he'll end up getting too emotional.

After taking a deep breath, he forces himself to move on to the next order of business:]

So... Healing "magic." Is it true that there are people here who can do that? Can someone help my friend?

((ooc: Replies might be coming from Armin, as well. Souji is lined up to answer Eren's request, but all comments are more than welcome!))


Jan. 12th, 2015 06:41 pm
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[This event is disturbing on so many levels. Kaneki wouldn't say it's more disturbing for him than for others--after all, this is daily life at home for some of them--but perhaps it's a special kind of disturbing for Kaneki. He's heard of these titans, but seeing them is just--

No, he's still not sure if titans or ghouls are more terrifying. Titans don't know what they're doing and ghouls do, but which of those is scarier is beyond him, even now.

What he does know, and what is becoming increasingly urgent, is that, although he's lost all of his speed and strength and the ability to even use his kagune, he's still hungry. Now is really not the time to go seeking food, with the closets being a bit disagreeable, and the man-eating monsters threatening to break through the walls any time.

For that reason, more than because of his complete inability to do anything helpful, he's spent the event so far keeping out of the way. He's only crept out today because he doesn't know how much longer this will last and he knows that waiting too long to eat is a terrible, terrible idea, even if he's much less likely to manage to kill anyone this time around.

He can be found skulking around the Mansion and the area of the grounds immediately outside. He doesn't want to wander too far outside, though. He'll just get in the way. Everyone seems so busy that he doesn't want to get in the way, and he certainly doesn't want to be eaten been there, done that, thanks.

Feel free to run into him.]

006; video

Jan. 8th, 2015 10:56 pm
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[The feed is shaking. It won't focus properly on Armin's face, wan with terror, looking out to the distance. His breathing is sharp and quick.]

[No. This can't be happening. He's tried so hard to find a way out, to avoid this-- have all his efforts been for naught? They're here, and the Mansion is nothing more than a giant feed box...]

[calm down. calm down.
Calm down. Giving into despair now won't save anyone. He has to at least warn them of the dangers ahead. Armin draws a hand back through his hair and swallows thickly.]

Do not...

[He stands up straighter.]

Do not engage the incoming Titans!

They aren't normal monsters. They can't be killed by normal means. Facing them head-on will end in death-- Please listen very carefully to what I'm about to say. It will save your life.

[Armin takes a deep breath, and then speaks quickly, but clearly, with careful enunciation. It's like he's listing off bullets ordered up in his head.]

Titans-- the monsters that you now see approaching-- do not feel fear. You cannot intimidate them with shows of power. They are mindless, ruthless, and their only goal in existing is eating people. They feel no pain, so superficial wounds will not hinder them. They will do whatever is in their power to eat you, no matter how badly wounded. Never let your guard down.

The only way to stop a Titan is to kill it. And the only way to kill a Titan is to cut out a chunk of flesh from the napes of their necks, where the spinal cord would meet the brain stem on a human. Any other wound will heal-- and at an astonishing rate-- even if you blow a Titan's brains out, it will regenerate. The fatal point on their neck is their only vulnerable spot.

The only other weaknesses worth taking advantage of are... Titans are single-minded and stupid, and can be easily led into traps with enough skill, where they can be more easily dispatched. If you somehow incapacitate a Titan's limbs, that will render them motionless until they regenerate. They can also be blinded with shot. And they subsist on sunlight, so their movements slow dramatically at night.

Fortifications have appeared around the Mansion, and there are rail-guns on the roof. If anyone has the courage to help, I could use every hand available-- No, we need every hand available. If we can't fend these Titans off, they can and will tear the Mansion apart to eat every last person hiding inside.

[He continues to stare out into the distance. His jaw is tight.]

...Anyone who wants to give their lives for humanity, and fight the Titans hand-to-hand-- they should contact my Captain, Levi. He'll make use of you somehow.


[Armin closes his eyes, as if in pain.]

I'm sorry. I couldn't get us out. I did everything I could to try and avoid this fate, but... I failed. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.

[A faint rumbling can be heard from far away.]

ooc: [Game start! Titans are now advancing on the Mansion. Team Armin and Team Levi will make their separate log posts later.]
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I had to see this for myself.

[There had been a blond missing from Entranceway for a few days but now she was back and looking worse for wear. She was clutching at her side where an obvious wound was freshly seeping some bright crimson staining her white buttoned shirt and her gloves. Her face wasn't any better covered in blood but thankfully that wasn't hers. She had come from war and returned to this strange world. She had found the halls to the mansion familiar but it wasn't until she stood here on the roof looking at the world that she knew she was back in Wonderland.]

What they say is true, one does not remember a thing when they return to their world. No names. No faces. Keeping your word is useless here, whatever you come to experience here will be forgotten.

[Despite the seriousness of her face it's actually very alarming to the woman. She doesn't like the idea of forgetting what happened here, of the people she's met. She doesn't continue, instead she gives the communicator a worried look.]

Morbid, isn't it. What have I missed? Who is still here?
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Eat! Devour! Swallow! Consume!

[ The Duchess' announcement sounds loud and fierce, from the mansion's very rooftop, and any device that would listen. But no sooner does her last scream ebb away, than her voice and face alike turn into a picture of quiet melancholy. ]

Would that we could leave it all behind. Alas, such matters make poor resolutions, for what certainty is there, truly, that we could become the hunters, and not merely food for another?

[ She looks towards the forest and lingers thus a moment longer, lest her silent dignity should inspire an artist to paint her greatness. Then she turns with flourish, and embraces the presence of her dearest audience at last. ]

Oh, oh! I do promise we shan't dwell on it a moment longer than we must! [ Her hands clap together with excessive cheer. ] You've all conducted yourselves rather splendidly, and did I not tell you that matters would resolve just as you all deserve? I am so very pleased with you today, and I should like to share a moral thought:

[ Cue the dignified pause for effect. Then: ]

Year's end is no end, yet neither is it beginning. 'Tis a continuance, with all the wisdom instilled by experience.

[ She smiles very, very warmly, and parts with her final thought: ]

Try to avoid the teeth this time, won't you?
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[Hello, Wonderland. It's your resident feral child with a Very Important (to her, at least) announcement. Some of you already know her and will probably recognize the obvious warning signs that she's not only upset but is well on her way to a full-blown fit.

Those of you who haven't met her yet... well, here you go. Cue one dirt covered child frowning rather peevishly at the screen. There's a clearing just visible over her shoulder and it looks as though it's been ripped to pieces. What can she say? Before she made her post, she was exceptionally thorough in her search.

It takes her a second to form the words she wants to say but, when she speaks them, they're stated in an unusually clear tone - for her, anyway.]

Peter- [She stops. No. That won't work. They don't all know him by that name, here. He let her call him that but he went by another name. She pauses then tries again.] Pan gone. Not here. [She pauses again and her face scrunches up into a look that is part tearful and part furious. Her next words are spoken with absolute certainty.] Wonwerwand bad.

[And stupid and awful and she hates it and a whole slew of other words she doesn't bother trying to use. She sticks with bad because bad pretty much covers it.

And there you have it. Just a public service announcement that one Peter Pan is no longer in Wonderland, brought to you by possibly one of the only people legitimately upset by this fact.]
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That was like having a really nasty flu. Except I wasn't throwing up my last meal; I was upchucking other things instead. [Ew. Wow, Eren. That's disgusting. Some conversationalist you are.]

...Sorry. Forget that last part. I didn't start this post to gross you out. Something's been bugging me, so I wanted to ask a question.

[Eren seems to be in his room, huddled up under the covers of his bed. There are heavy bags underneath his eyes, as well as the faint traces of long, red gashes running down his cheeks, left over from all of the shifting he'd been doing over the past several days. He should be sleeping it off right now, but as hard as he tries, he can't. There's too much on his mind for that.]

When Wonderland acts up and starts adding memories in your head... They're supposed to go away, after a while, right? Like a few weeks ago, when we all thought that we lived normal lives in a peaceful, little town - your head is supposed to go back to normal, after the incident ends, right?

My body's back to normal, so....

Does that mean that this memory is really mine?
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[It's hard if not impossible to tell that Crowley is the one posting it. All of the sounds on the network are completely inhuman--hissing, bestial snarling, the fwoosh of intense flames and a sort of churning sound like bubbling lava. Even when Crowley speaks his voice is practically unrecognizable. He speaks with about five different voices at the same time and is constantly accompanied what sounds like the high-pitched screaming of the damned.]

ALl OF you--

[He cuts himself off abruptly as something truly horrible happens wherever he is. There's screaming and a cracking sound like shattering bone and noises that make The Exorcist look like a Dora the Explorer episode.]

Sţ̛̖͓̭͖͈͒̍̌̅A͕̯͓̞̍͂ͥ̎ͣ͠͝Y OUt OF thE FOrÈ͎̭̞̥̬̞̫̚͝Sͫͥͧ̅̈́͗̚͏̪͖̝̼ͅT̵͇̯̬̯̹̙̳͌̂̏͢

[There's more shrieking and a thunderous crash like several trees falling. Anyone looking toward the forest from the mansion might see flames and sulfurous clouds rising from the trees.]

[The feed cuts off there.]

[Just be glad there was no video. Crowley has turned into something dreadful.]

[ooc: Crowley is in full uncontrollable monster demon mode for the duration of the event. Feel free to action tag him if your character is in the forest, but be warned, there's a lot of fire and horror and possibly death involved.]


Nov. 15th, 2014 03:42 pm
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[ Lana has been putting this off for weeks, but she can't hold off any longer. ]

I've got one thing to ask, and it's going to make me sound like a fucking weirdo, but...

[ She brushes a lock of hair out of her eyes, then looks at the camera. ]

Does the name "Loriloo" mean anything to anyone?

[ She thinks about adding more, but in the end decides to leave it without explanation. ]
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[A curious and very confused Faye Valentine finds herself walking through a lush maze of greenery. More than a little annoyed that her ship is nowhere to be found, she pouts dramatically as she walks. The communicator she'd discovered in her pocket isn't hers, but somehow it's easy enough to get the hang of.

Home doesn't exist anymore, but this isn't anywhere near where she last remembers being. Wanting answers, she takes out the communicator. There has to be someone within range of this thing's reception. Smiling, Faye dons a sweet voice, tinged with a hint of seduction.]


I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm a little lost and I was just wondering if there was someone out there who might be able to help me? You see, I woke up in a forest and have no idea where I am. So if you could just point me in the right direction, I'd be very appreciative.

[She pauses and waits for a response, and after an eternity of waiting, like, at least six seconds, her sugar melts.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me?
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[ Ellen has a monkey on one shoulder and a kitten on the other. She's not sure when the hell she became Doctor Doolittle, but what the hell? ]

Anyone seen that damned pirate runnin' around?

[ Hector. His name is Hector, but right now, since the monkey and the kitten are terrorizing her bar, he's 'that damned pirate'. ]

Come get your damned monkey.

005; video

Oct. 3rd, 2014 10:56 am
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I have a question for everyone here.

[Armin picks a book up off his desk, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll, and shows it to the camera.]

It's about this book.

A long time ago, when I was wondering about the origins of Wonderland, someone referred me to this book. Since then, I've read it several dozen times, and I've gotten a handle on all the different characters and their counterparts here in our Wonderland. But I still have trouble gathering anything useful from it... To me, it's just a bunch of nonsense.

This book does not exist in my world, but I know it exists in others. So many people come into Wonderland with prior knowledge of the setting. So I'd like to ask them-- or anyone else that's read the book-- what is it about? Is there anything in there that we could use that I'm not catching? For example, is it written in code, or does it have some sort of underlying meaning?

I'd appreciate any feedback you can offer. It would help me out a lot.

[Some time later, he adds as an edit:]

I've come across a few new questions-- Why is this Wonderland so much like the book, but not exactly the same? What came first, Wonderland or the book? If the book did, how did it influence this Wonderland? And why does it only exist in certain worlds?
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[Eren's leaning against what would appear to be the kitchen counter. Fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, it takes him a moment to collect enough composure to look up at the feed. There's something cooking on the stove in the background, and by the way the pan pops and sizzles, one would almost suspect bacon. When he finally speaks, his words sound a little forced.]

Wow. It's been hectic around here lately, hasn't it? Is everyone alright? Everyone back where they should be? I got a little banged up before, but I--

...You know what? No. No. I can't just not say this: 

'The fuck was that?! She just sends the sword off on her stupid pig?! She's lucky I didn't find that piece of junk. I would have shoved it so far up her-- [Right on time, the fire alarm goes off. Who even knew the kitchen had one? Eren, for one, doesn't even know what a battery powered fire alarm is.]

Uhg. I hate this place.
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This is an emergency, Scouting Legion report!

[Okay, so there is some weird stuff going on and Hange is in full-on business mode. Not only is she sporting her three dimensional gear but she's got her swords out just in case she needs to beat anyone else down.]

This is your commander Hange Zoe ordering you to report! Unfriendly's have been engaged. I repeat, unfriendly's have been engaged. I want all scouts in uniform. Be advised, running into potential replicas of our own comrades is possible. I advise extreme caution when approaching anyone. Report back to me for more orders!

[She came across a corner and edged closer around it before continuing her jog down the hall.]

Lumi? Killi? I better hear from you both. Report in! Lightning, don't you stay quiet now. Where are you guys? To everyone else fighting off these intruders, if we work together, we can prevent them from getting what they want. We can't let them find that sword before us!

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Sep. 5th, 2014 03:36 pm
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[It seems reality has been shifting around Erwin quite a bit these days. From a prison cell to the vast grasslands of the American Midwest to a mansion, he has taken it all in stride. For now, it's enough that he's alive. The bruising had began to heal, moving around was becoming easier but it was still necessary to rest. That didn't mean that Erwin would be hide though, today he was inspecting the communicator he had found by his bedside. He hadn't had a chance to ask Levi or Hange what it could be so while he had a moment to himself. he had picked it up, turning it over in his hands. In the process, it had switched on, recording him sitting by the window. The right sleeve of his shirt hangs empty, he sets the communicator down on the table to the left of him as the door opened.]

Ah, Hange, come in, please.

[The cheerful commander walked in pleased to him moving around the room. Nothing like restlessness to tell you that you’re healing. She had a plate in her hands that she set aside on the desk in the room before moving over to the window.]

How are you feeling? I’m sure the beds are better on your back than whatever we had on the wagon.

[Erwin peered over at what she had set down on the desk, communicator forgotten. He didn’t try to get up just yet, letting himself lean back against the comfortable chair.]

It was fine, it was certainly much more comfortable than the accommodations I had been enjoying before.

Stop thinking about that. [There was a mild frown on her face as she rested her hands on her hips. Although Erwin had always been the rational mind of the group, it wouldn’t help him put his mind at ease if he kept thinking of such morbid things. Positive thinking works wonders!] I’m glad to see you’re moving around. I brought you a little reward since you’re healing so well.

[Let her give you more reasons to be happy to be alive. It’s in the form of cheesecake.]

We will have to discuss it nonetheless, but now is not the time. [Erwin said as he pulled himself to the feet, hand knocking the communicator off the table to the floor where it shows his slippered feet now.]

What did you bring?


[Seeing as how Erwin couldn’t really bend over, Hange scooted over to pick up the communicator realizing it was actually recording. She gave a laugh turning it to Erwin.]

I see you found your communicator. This thing is very useful. It’s a machine that allows you to communicate with someone. It can share your voice or even your surroundings. [She slips into view now, Erwin still visible behind her.]

Hello, Wonderland!

[ooc: both Erwin and Hange will be answering responses, Hange is nosy like that.]
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Hello~!? Is there any one- woah.

[There was a new face in Wonderland and at the moment she was covered in dirt. After spending the night inside a dirt hole (thanks for that, Illumi) she was finally making her way about the mansion. She had just walked into the dinner room and pulled her glasses up in awe.]

This is fancy. What did I stumble upon, some sort of palace?

[She reached a table and picked up a glass flicking at it just to make sure she wasn't dreaming all of this up. Luxuries like these were rare if not non-existent in her world. She took a seat bouncing on the cushioned chair just for the hell of it. This definitely was a new standard for her. She picked up a glass and examined it, tapping it with her nail curiously.]

Too bad this place seems to be abandoned, I could really use a glass of wate-

[Just like that, the glass began to fill forcing the girl out of the chair and the glass out of her hand. It landed on the floor with a loud crash.]

Did that thing just...

[She moved to the table picking up another glass. Again, it filled up with water. She didn't drop it this time and instead brought it slowly to her nose. It smelled like water. She peered through the glass at that clear liquid. It looked like water. She slowly brought it to her lips and took a sip.]

It is water. [What the hell is going on here.] Where is it coming from?!

[Guess who is going to get all the glasses in the room filled with water at this rate...]


Aug. 24th, 2014 04:42 pm
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[Just a quick message from the Once-ler this time - he's outside, and it's warm enough that he's removed his trademark pin-stripe green coat and gloves. Before he says anything though, he looks around and then behind him, as if he expects something to happen all of a sudden.]

So, uh. Last week that cat...thing...came out and talked about rivers or whatever. Usually when they come out that means an event's coming, right? Not that I want one, but...

[It's times like this when he misses swimming in denial all the time. Something feels distinctly wrong about this, and he really wants to ignore it, but he's got a stupid conscience now that says it's probably not the right thing to do.]

...Uh, what I'm getting at is, shouldn't an event have evented by now? It's kinda weird that it hasn't, right? Has anything weird happened to anyone?

[Maybe it's one of those ones that doesn't effect everyone, but it still seems...quiet, for an event.]
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[ Simmons smiles a little nervously once she sees the camera is working, though her face is a little pale, and her hair is probably a little less straight now than it was this morning. ]

Oh. Hello. I'm Jemma Simmons, Agent of -- [ She blinks and mutters to herself. ] Well, I suppose that doesn't matter anymore. I've just arrived, and I've read this handy little pamphlet I found, but I have a few questions, mainly how is this possible? Because it shouldn't be. Is this alien technology? Asgardian? [ Her expression flickers a bit. ] Chitauri? Are we in a pocket dimension? I suppose that might be possible, but I'm very curious as to how the time flow here matches up to the time flow in our home universes --

[ She stops, suddenly aware of how she sounds, and she smiles, though it's a little more confident this time, but no less sad. ] Right. Basically, my question is, is anyone here looking into the science of this place, and may I have a look at your research? Thank you.

[ Simmons hesitates. ] And... This is probably a long shot, but... Fitz? Fitz, if you're here -- [ Her words get tangled in her throat, and she inhales deeply. ] Just, please be here, Fitz. Please.

[ After an awkward pause, she switches the camera off. ]
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[The device was something he has never seen before and in all reality to Marco it resembles a brick...a brick that lit up. Strange what was it even for. Entirely by accident he turns the device on and stares at the screen as he jumps. After his initial freak out of suddenly being alive he tries to remain calm, although he still seems shaken. ]

W-Whoa...This is really amazing!

[There's an excited laugh he pushes out as he flashes a cheerful smile to the screen.]

I guess people can hear and see me...right? If you can I was wondering where am I exactly? I've never seen anything like this before or this place.

Aha. [Still in his cadet jacket and straps he rubs the back of his neck. He wants to mention the fact he thinks this is the afterlife...but he holds off for the moment. Instead he salutes the best he can.]

I'm Marco Bodt of the 104th trainee squad. I look forward to any assistance, thank you.

[Fumbling and turning the screen upside down he soon turns it off. What a weird brick. Anyone near by will see him in the mirror hallways wondering around, as he tries to get a baring on what is happening.]

((I was going to comment for the event...and then I got distracted This is after the event! ;A;/ so here is Marco.))


Aug. 11th, 2014 02:04 pm
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[The camera flicks on and a black and red eyed man with a side cut and several pierces comes on the screen. He looks quite intimating, yet his facial expression is rather soft and calm. The background around him was white and rather dark, the only light seemed to come from the communicator-- was he under a sheet?]

I wonder how long I've been here. No one's come to say hi yet, am I the only one here?

[He stares at the camera now as his other hand flicks at his lip ring.] I guess I wouldn't need a communicator if I was the only one, I can talk to myself without this.

[Still doesn't make sense why--]

He pulls the sheet off of him, and it reveals something now that he hadn't seen before. The lights in the hallway that he had been sitting in were all off except the ones on and around him. The mirrors behind him now had writing on it. Some of it backwards, but the some were written so he could read it rather clearly.

Handwriting Fonts
Handwriting Fonts
Handwriting Fonts

and the last one, right above where he was sitting:

Handwriting Fonts]

Ah, I feel famous.
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[Before he even speaks, there is something distinctly, perceptibly different about Armin. For one, he is lounging. Armin does not lounge. He barely even relaxes. Secondly, his eyes just aren't... right. They lack their normal clarity and alertness. They are hazy, and subtly scrutinizing, as if he's sizing you up.]

Good and Evil. Hmm.

[He presses his fingertips together.]

I think such broad terms are too... confining. It depends on the situation, doesn't it? You can harm a person to save yourself, or someone you love. Or your kind actions, or good intentions, can lead down an unwitting path of destruction. No, drawing a line line in the sand between what is and is not sin-- that isn't very fair, is it?

Stipulations. There needs to be stipulations. The Commandments should be open to amendment. Humans aren't as simple as they were... How long has it been now? 4000 years ago? It's not all first borns and blood sacrifice anymore. We need to modernize. Preferably democratically.

Not every good action is good for you. Not every bad action is bad for others. Think about that.

[This, of course, is a logic trap. Any action you would take would then end up being a sin. But that's exactly what he wants. Spreading little discontents is so much more effective than traditional tempting.]
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[Okay, so using the network isn't really his thing. Hasn't been for a long time, he never really got the hang of it...Whatever (See? He's learned a new phrase thanks to the last event to express his lack of caring. Progress!).

But, now that said event is over, and he's spent a little time mulling over what it all means (he still doesn't get the whole concept of high school), one thing is now glaringly obvious.


And that one thing that is now painfully, glaringly obvious is what's first and forefront in his mind, after allowing some time to pass, to let the idiot think he's safe and in the clear. And he's not going to chase him down, because that's just stupid. Besides, it always ends with one of them punching the other, and while that will be so extremely satisfying, fair warning is fair warning.

Which is all this is.]


[And that's it. That's all his little blip on the network radar consists of.]

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[It's evening when Angel's message reaches the network. There's a brief pause after the feed initially opens, an incredibly faint hint of background noise filling in the gap while the speaker searches for words -- a low humming picked up from the sounds of the birds and crickets going about their business in the garden.]

Cordelia Chase is no longer here in Wonderland. She had friends here. I thought-- they'd want to know.

[Admittedly, he didn't know who she was close to beyond him. They never talked about that kind of thing, but it was important that anyone else who cared about her know that she was no longer with them. They deserved that, even if he didn't know them well enough to give the message personally.]

If you knew her, she probably appreciated you more than you realize.

[That's just the kind of person she is. A big, big heart to match that thousand-watt smile of hers.]

That's all.

[The feed ends abruptly. He never was good with public addresses.]


[With dark having fallen, Angel can be found out in the garden beyond the mansion, seated on one of the benches there and hunched over, his eyebrows drawn downwards as his mouth settles into a determinedly flat line, pensive. Pensive Face is pretty standard for him, but there's something more to it now, a little extra hunch to his shoulders, his usual level of brooding upgraded to Brooding with a capital B.

Her disappearance has hit him hard, for a thousand different reasons, most of which he's not sure he can articulate.

Anyone who passes by and looks closely enough might see that he's holding a piece of jewelry in his hands -- a locket, which he turns over and over without rest, even when he directs his gaze elsewhere, tirelessly repeating the same seemingly meaningless routine as he mulls over what this disappearance means. For Cordelia. For him.

He can't say he knows for sure what she's going back to. Death, but more than that. The Powers always had bigger plans for her, and somehow the uncertainty makes everything worse. All he knows that her leaving again--

He's lost her so many times now. Failed her just like he's failed everyone else, but somehow this is so much more painful. He feels defeated. Nobody trusted him or believed in him the way Cordelia did, but he's never been able to protect her. Not the way he ought to.]
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[It's hard to tell if Eren turned his device on by accident or on purpose. He seems pretty zoned out, not even looking at the camera.]

I hit my commanding officer off a motorized bike with a soccer ball.
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Who: Saki Hanajima + Open! This is a mingle post, have fun!
Where: The Checkerboard Hills
When: Late Afternoon
Rating: G, will change if needed. Action brackets, Prose, type what you feel like!
Summary: It's a celebration of the Japanese holiday, Tanabata. Unleash your inner weebo! 
The Story:
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This is impossible.

[There was a new arrival in Wonderland and she had just found her 'room'. She wasn't entirely happy with the number she had been given (666) but when she opened the doors she was shocked into a strange silence. The room had transformed to her own master bedroom back home. It was large and grand with a four post bed and every detail of her home had been put into the room. Hell, even the curtains were just as they had been before she had appeared here. She left her door open in her surprise and moved towards the bed.]

What kind of game is this. How would they know... [It didn't make sense! Had they been spying on her? Could they read minds? She sat down on the bed slowly and yep- this was her bed. A hand brushed along the bedspread feeling its rich soft fabric. It even smelled like home as if Walter himself were brewing her tea. Walter. Home. Those too things were probably gone by now and she was here wasting precious time.]

Well played, Wonderland. [Whatever magic this place was using it was definitely strong and this Hellsing heiress was determined to get to the bottom of this.]

To all you trapped here, who is responsible for bringing us here and who's bloody head do I have to cut off in order to leave. Some of us have unfinished business to attend to.

[You know, like a war against vampire zombies who are trying to take over the world. And Catholics. Can't forget the crazy Catholics trying to take back England.]

[OOC: Anyone on the 10th floor is welcome to go poke their heads through the open door!]

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Aug. 20th, 2013 05:47 pm
ahousedivided: Serious business? You're going to an opening of a new cupcake store. (We got serious business to attend to.)
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hello this is america. river tauught me to use this to write letters on the screen. she is gone now. lots of pals are gone now. it is saddening. i hope they are happy where ever they have gone.

that is not why i write today thow. i am informing you that the vendors will not take memories from the last event because they are ****** (use expletive of choice i could not decide). this is not how capitalism works. you do not understand supply and demand queen of wonderland. you are going to have worse invlation than the southern states. i have some quality fake memories these should be worth at least a blt or a hundred dollar confederate note.

worthless. being english is so worthless. it is now fact.

i have brushed my teeth so hard that my gums are bleeding but i am now confident ive cleansed the posh ugly accent out of my mouth.

does anyone want my memories from the last few days i sure dont.

they are free.

i am giving them away for free this is a bargain please take them.
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[Redglare is looking a bit more bedraggled today, and oddly dressed. In fact, she looks a little more pirate-y than she used to. Well, a lot more pirate-y. Okay completely pirate-y. BUT SHE IS NOT A PIRATE. She is a woman of the law, even if it is her own law.

There are breeches and a white shirt and a vest and an impressively long coat, though she is missing a hat. In place of her glasses, there is a ragged strip of cloth tied around her eyes, because even like this she is blind. She is up on the highest place she can get to in the Mansion, which is of course the roof, and she shouting enough to bring the sky down. At least, if the sky was brave enough to come down and face her, which is clearly isn't.]

You! All of you! You sit under the thrall of this queen, of this land like dogs! Do you not want to find out why you are here‽ Why are you simply content to simply lay in the lap of luxury? Do you think it is fair to endure hellhounds and worse‽ You claim to want freedom, but you are simply content here doing little and gaining little and doing nothing to take it for yourselves!

[The speech goes on for SOME TIME. It is long, angry and by the end of it her throat is sore and her voice sounds raspy. It's amazing how much confidence someone who is shouting on a roof to the populace can exude, no matter how shabby their clothes.]

The items you have gained and the experiences you have gained... Are they really worth the things you have lost? Your worlds? Your friends? Your memories?
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[ A red-haired woman appears on the screen, eyes wide with alarm. ]

Hi, so... I'm not really used to this whole Alice in Wonderland scene, but... curiouser and curiouser! Heh --

[ She laughs, but judging from the way she averts her eyes and scratches along the part of her hair, she's at a loss for words and with good and predictable reason. The smile soon dies off Charlie's face, but it tries hard to stay on there! ]

I don't suppose there's someone out there who can fill a girl in on what's going on? Preferably someone without 'queen' or 'mad hatter' in their job description?
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[Armin often visits the shoreline, so it's not unusual at all to meet him here. He sits with his legs tucked up to his chest, boots off, waves lapping at his feet. Sometimes for hours.]

[Those who know him might notice one small difference however; his clothing. His uniform looked more or less the same, but he was missing his green cape, and the emblem on his jacket was not blue-and-white wings, but two crossed swords.]

[He looks to his communicator at his side. His eyes, normally so bright with intelligence and curiosity seem unsettlingly dead.]

No one had ever told me... Is it true that this is the ocean?


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