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Oct. 22nd, 2014 08:22 am
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[Bigby sits down in a ratty looking old lounge chair, cigarette smoke swirling around him. He looks directly into the lens of the camera and leans forward, his elbows on his knees. He looks determined. This isn't an accidental video. He's taking a bit of a gamble making this a public message considering it's contents, but, he figures it's the best way to get as much support as he's going to need.]


Some of you might know me, but for those that haven't met me yet I'm Bigby Wolf. Back home I was the Sheriff of Fabletown. Basically, I was the beat cop, investigative detective, and interrogation specialist all rolled into one. When you're a police force of one you gotta learn to be flexible.

Anyway, I know some of you out there have law enforcement backgrounds. I also know there's some crazy shit going on around here that we just can't seem to get on top of before Wonderland throws us a fucking curveball that puts us out for a week at the least.

The point is, I'd like to put together a Wonderland police force. We need to pull all of our resources together. I'm not just talking about looking into the mad riddles or searching for the sword. There is shit that happens between us while we're living in this jar that needs to be investigated properly without people flying off the handle and taking matters into their own hands.

We need some sort of central office where if something goes bad, people know who to turn to for help. If you're interested, or know of a matter you need looked into, drop me a message. We'll set up a meeting and then run it from there.


Oct. 21st, 2014 05:02 pm
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[Kaneki is in the dining room. He looks less nervous than he has the last few times he's appeared on the network, like he's finally found the right medicine for what's been bothering him.]

I don't know how many people make their own food here. I'm not that great in the kitchen, unless it's coffee.

[He smiles a smile that's part self-deprecating, part dark amusement. Then his entire posture goes pensive, though his expression is serious enough to communicate that he's more than just curious.]

Even if you do cook your own food, the ingredients you use show up magically. Of course, everything pre-made does, too.

I know we don't really have a choice, but does anyone else worry about where it all comes from? I mean, the meat--where does that come from? Is it even real meat?

[He thinks it must be, but...really. In the best case, there's some magical butcher in the depths of the Mansion, killing and slicing up magical animals. And Kaneki can think of lots worse than that.]
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[He's calm, composed, as if he's practiced what he's going to say over and over before turning on his device.]

Hello, Wonderland.

[Michael clears his throat once, though he's not nervous, even if a small part of him is uncertain if this will be well received.]

I've decided to...have a get together..a party.. on the rooftop tonight.

[The archangel had decided that he needed to know more of the citizens of Wonderland, and had figured a group setting would be easier for him. Take the pressure away, and not force his social awkwardness on one individual at a time. Yes, a group would be better.

If this didn't work out, then he'd go back to what he'd been doing before. Trying to be invisible, and staying off of everyone's radar.]

There will be food, and drink. Whatever the closet gives me. It will start when the sun sets.

[He nods quickly, then ends the feed.]

[ooc: Feel free to post starters that can be left open for others to respond to as well as Michael.]
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[After a rough week, guess who's back feeling better? She's been training, making sure she could move properly after that bad bite she had suffered. She's sweaty and dirty and somewhere in the mansions kitchen. Nothing like some fruit after a good workout.]

I will never get used to how much food Wonderland has. Half of these things here, I don't even know what they are or how to cook them.

[Does that stop her? Hell no.]

To the members of the Survey Crops, how are we holding up? If you haven't had dinner yet, head down to the kitchen and grab something to eat. I think I might have made too much. Minato, if you're out there, I know you told me I shouldn't thank you but I don't feel right otherwise so why don't you come to the kitchen and have some meat?

[Actually, there's all kinds of meat she's making. There's not a lot of meat in her word so she got whatever she could find and just tried her best at figuring out how to cook it. So far nothing has gotten her puking so she can only assume she did good for her first time.]

Anyone else like meat? Since everyone keeps inviting everyone to their parties and their get-together's, I might as well share some food. If you're interested, you can find me in the kitchen. Fair warning, if you get here after my officers, there might not be any food left.
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[Well well well, look who's crawled out of his hole... It's been a while, Wonderland. Sup?]

Uh, yo. I was thinking- [oh no abort abort] and like looking at the calendar or whatever, and I've totally been here for, like, an entire year. I think. Pretty sure. Whatever, anyway-

[The feed shakes a bit as Jesse digs around his pocket for something, and there's a bit of muffled swearing and a few 'oh come on's; probably should have gotten his shit together before starting the damn thing, huh? OH WELL. Moving right along.

He finds what he's looking for eventually, and he holds it up to the feed. It's sort of blurry because it's slightly too close to the camera, but it's obvious enough what it is: a small wooden coin, about the size of a poker chip; its face is smooth and shiny, and there's an artsy looking '12' carved into it. It's obviously been treated in a way that compliments the natural grain and colour of the wood, and it's pretty legit. Professional, even- have some god damn pride, Jesse, Jesus.]

I figured we gotta mark the time somehow, you know? Since we don't actually get any older and those tearaway calendar things stop being cool when you're like...  Five. [Except for the ones with the pinup chicks on 'em. Those are cool forever, but that's not the point, okay? By and large they're mad lame hence... This.

He looks away, sets his hand over the side of his neck in a dead giveaway of his growing awkwardness. This is totally putting himself out there like... Legit, wow, why did he think this was a good idea? Uuuuuugh...

He perseveres anyway, though, because there's no going back now. The damage is done, he's made his video bed, it's over, etc.]

So if you're into it, lemme me know how long you want and I'll get on it. I'm at the shed thing, you know-- outside, kinda by the woods, ish.

[It's possible this will out him to... The like five people he knows personally and hasn't already outed himself to, but whatever. He's over it.

CARRY ON, WONDERLAND. Or come find him (he'll be in the shed, covered in shavings and dust and working on whatever), hit him up here, point and laugh. You know. Whichever.]
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[ There's a long stretch of silence, of a fizzling screen and no picture. Then, there is one, and it's Sam, who's been missing for exactly a week. He's less than a year older than he'd been before his disappearance, but there are a lot of noticeable differences: his hair is a little shorter, his arm in a sling. And, most importantly, his expression is a little... different. ]

Great. Should've known... well. Guess not, since we can't, but...

[ There's a dark, mirthless chuckle. Someone is having a bad, bad day. ]

Screw you, Wonderland. I'm sick of this friggin' bungee cord that keeps snapping me back to this place.

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Oct. 9th, 2014 09:22 am
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( Lydia's stood in the ballroom, walking around and surveying the area as she posts - multitasking, obviously. She's in planning mode, and that can only mean good things for everyone. Unless you obstruct her planning )

Next week I'm throwing a party.

( Stay with her, Wonderland. You've not been to a Lydia Martin party before )

Monday. In the ballroom from- ( There's a pause. She's thinking ) -seven. And I expect everyone to dress up for it.

( Don't be too casual you might get turned away. It's not just a regular dumb teen party. There's another bit of a pause as Lydia turns around, looking up above the doors. Clearly she's decorating in her mind )

It would have been my birthday. Just because I'm here instead of at home doesn't mean I have to miss out on anything for it.

( #priorities. She also wouldn't be able to celebrate with some of you back home either )

So dress up, turn up and have fun. Unless you'll ruin it. And if anyone wants to help decorate- ( Aka do the lifting ) -I would appreciate it.

( There's a smile before she shuts the feed off. You've been warned )
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What does family mean to you?

[It's a question that has been on her mind since her arrival. The answer isn't coming to her and she feels like she should know it.

A memory of a memory.]

And love?

[Somehow that question is more important. That emotion is far more distant.]
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[There was a brief moment of fumbling as Hange tried to make her recording private to her squad but she failed miserably. She finally moved it away from her and revealed a pale face. She looked tired, fatigued- even the color seemed drained from her lips and the happy smile that normally painted her face was far too weak in comparison. She moved slowly, holding onto the table she was in front of for support as she slowly sat down.]

What a trip last week ended up being.

[Normally she would be laughing about this but she seemed to be more ashamed at the fact she had been bested. She moved slightly, wincing. She couldn't even do her hair the way she normally did because of this pain.]

I might have bitten more than I could chew this round. Well, more like I got bitten and now I think it might be killing me. I am aware there are people here with amazing abilities and I was hoping to receive some aid from any of you who can heal. [She moved around and winced. Her yellow shirt turning crimson. Guess who just soaked through her bandages. She groaned, breath hitching and hesitating before she addressed the video again.]

I'm not sure how I could pay for the service but if anyone knows how to regrow flesh on someone else, we can negotiate some payment.
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when was the last time the mirror copies crossed over?
that's up for anyone, by the way. those from the other side and here
alternatively: why is one side better than the other? why are you still here?
I understand needing to solve the riddle, but do we know for sure the dutchess isn't hiding on the other side?

also a fair warning to anyone who might know them.
percy, clarisse, nico, hazel and rachel are all switched.
if you talk to any of their mirrors here, at least keep it in mind.
is anyone keeping tabs on everyone whose crossed?

[ is that her way of saying 'um watch out they're kind of crazy and dangerous?' maybe. but annabeth is a little too strung out on trying to keep up with these mirror versions as well as trying to solve the riddle to even bother making herself clear. ]
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So you know that whole thing about where if you have enough monkeys and enough typewriters in a room, they'll eventually come up with Shakespeare?

[No, it's not exactly how the theory goes, but the intent is there. Especially coming from a teenaged girl who looks more frustrated with things than anything else.]

That kind of feels like what we've got going on now, except we're not getting Romeo and Juliet. [At least hasn't been. All Zatanna has ended up with is a seemingly useless divining rod, and a couple of pictures. She's given it a few days, weighed out the risks, but with the Duchess's second announcement, she decides to take the chance by making the broadcast.]

I know everyone's trying to be super careful because of the Mirrors, but is anyone actually comparing notes? Not just what we figure out from the riddle, but what we find when we go out looking. Maybe a couple of us together would be closer than we think.

Like, if anyone knows who the "first in line" is? That might be pretty helpful.

[Yep, she's definitely setting herself up. Zatanna knows it, but she's also prepared. It's why she's broadcasting from a nondescript room rather than her own, and why she's got her guard up when she goes out. She'll swing by the library; might as well see if the people focused on the words have found anything more, and to try and help out if she can. Other than that, she's mostly just going to wander around. One wild goose chase made of several circles is more than enough for her, thanks. She's willing to try again, but only when there's something more definitive to go on.]
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[ One cannot guess from where the Duchess might speak this time, as her transmission shows nothing but her mouth, and dark lips pressed together into a thin line. ]

You think my patience is endless? You think I offer you forgiveness in the palm of my hand, so you might devour my arm whole? I am a woman of my word, but I'll not have you twist my words so you might seize a thing you do not deserve!

[ She flashes her teeth, all bared into the hideous image of a snarl. ]

You think my patience is endless? No, its end grows nearer and nearer by the hour, and so does your last chance to prove yourselves to me. Solve the riddle and redeem yourselves, or suffer the consequences of my displeasure.
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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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[ dean’s looking the very part of a paranoid hunter when the feed clicks on, rushing down a hallway with a gun firmly gripped in his hands. he’s definitely not about to take any chances with what’s going down at the moment, the invasion of mirrors becoming more and more obvious. when he speaks it’s in a low, rushed voice. ]

I know the numbers are changing, but betting this is still a good time for a head count of the non-fake variety. Unless of course asking that triggers some kind of a goddamn identity crisis for our less than welcome guests from the great Wonderland mirror-y beyond. [ not that he really gives a flying fuck if it does, tbqh. ]

So— Sam? Cas? Jo? Whoever didn’t get their ass replaced by their Twilight Zone version, now would be a great time to know.

[ of course, telling the difference can be a little difficult too, in some cases, and more might come crawling through still. but a beat follows, as he rounds a corner somewhere in the mansion. ]

Oh, right— whatever you freaks are after- [ which is the sword because of course it is ] -whatever your mission here is that you’re scared of failing ‘cause the Queen on the other side might give you a spakin’ if you do? It ain’t worth the hell I’ll show you if you mess with our chances of findin’ that goddamn sword.

[ just a fair warning. or threat— whichever.

the feed ends with that. ]

( ooh: feel free to action a reply, too! the location can be almost anywhere near or within the mansion. )
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From what I’m understanding, some idiot kidnapped me. Which is dumb in and of itself, I am not as nice as I look . They did a half assed job to boot; like I wasn’t a threat. There weren’t even any guards watching me. I don’t know which is more insulting: getting kidnapped by idiots or being considered harmless.

[Normally that would be great that they underestimated him but this is ridiculous. ]

Just because I wouldn’t slaughter them outright doesn’t mean I wouldn’t rip their limbs off. A person doesn’t need all of them to stay alive, you know.

...Anyway, I’m getting sidetracked. All I want to do is get back to my sister, because I know she’s super worried by now. So if one of you could help me out with more information that would great.

[Killua is just upset about his missing sister, really. Nothing else is wrong with him at all. You can find him wandering around with a pout as he takes in his surroundings.]

((OOC: As a warning, there is a good chance that Killua's dearest older brother [personal profile] needlepoints  might pop up and threadjack. ))
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[The woman posting to the network has sharp features, grey-blue eyes, ash blonde hair, a black leather jacket and a very large cup of coffee. Seems someone has found the kitchen. She looks faintly surprised as the wall unit comes on, then frowns at it.]

So I guess that's what these things do. Okay great. A network.

[To cover her hesitation, Toby takes a large sip from the coffee, then shakes her head.] At least the electricity wasn't shut off entirely. ... You'll have cut me a little slack while I get used to this. I'm not really much one for, uh, "social media" and stuff. Never thought I'd have to use a cell phone in a place like Wonderland, but there you go.

[Another awkward pause.]

Oh, right. I'm Toby, I'm from San Francisco, and I would really like to go home. Any help with that, that would be great.

[A shrug, and Toby shuts the thing off.]

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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...]


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