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I have a question for everyone! I've just thought of it now, suddenly, and I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts on the matter!

I've heard stories about Superheroes, you know. There have never been any Superheroes native to Wonderland, of course, but sometimes they pass through now and then. They're very interesting, with all their colorful costumes and powers and gadgets!

But I was wondering - what makes a Superhero super? Where do they come from? How do they get so super in the first place? Is there a Superhero factory, perhaps, where you drop an ordinary person in one end and they come out the other more super than ever? Or maybe there's an entire world of Superheroes where Superheroes aren't terribly super because everyone is super! If that makes any sense at all, which it might not. I've never been known to make much sense.

But does anyone know how Superheroes are so super? Is there something that makes them super? I suppose what I'm asking is...could anyone do it?
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So, show of hands. Who doesn't care about their secret enough to kill someone? Or just wouldn't kill someone anyway. I'm not asking what it is, because I don't care either - unless you're a psychopath that might kill me, but if you're not? Great. Let's not kill anyone.

[ Because really, haven't enough people died lately after the last thing? ]

Because, let's be honest, the last crazy thing wasn't that long ago. If this can go without anyone dying [ Or anyone else. She knows someone has already ] that would be nice, and probably make some of this crap worth it. Right?

[ Thea's in a hallway that's looking out onto the grounds, just having a look around. She hasn't been outside much since arriving in Wonderland, and even less since the whole makeover - was it any different to before? Maybe. She couldn't actually tell, she didn't know the place well enough. She's in a quiet area, quiet enough that if anyone were to approach her they might make her jump - she wouldn't expect them, anyway. But it looks nice outside, and pretty peaceful. She needed it ]
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[This time the smooth, sonorous tones of Cecil's voice come to you not over the network but over the PA system. Did Wonderland have a PA system before? Well, it does now. Cecil has even managed to use radio wizardy to make his voice not sound all tinny and horrible like with usual high school PA systems. Because a voice like this should never be distorted.]

A world lost in time. A citizenry lost in space. A whisper lost in an empty room. A student body that has lost all their uniforms. Wonderland.

super night vale level news program )
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[ This isn't an announcement he wants to make.

Zack knew it could happen -- knew it probably would happen -- but it still hurts. He has to wait a good hour before he can actually keep it together enough to click on his device. ]

...Aerith is gone.

[ Just like that. Somehow, Wonderland seems so much dimmer in her absence. It's a minor miracle that he manages to keep his voice steady. ]

Her room is empty so I guess...that means she went home.

[ An awkward pause, then- ]

I'm sorry.

[ With that, he cuts off the feed. ]
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[ A transmission, you see, must be like a song: Voice and instruments alike, playing its tune. Her instruments are the pans and pots, the clinking and clacking, the bubbling and boiling, the rustling of pages from the book of recipes in her hand. Truth be told, this particular song may be a little out of tune. ]

Mustard, custard, cream of eel. Salt and pepper, same old-- herrings?

[ Her eyes frantically dart across the pages- ] No, no, no! [ -searching line after line for the origin of this atrocity. ]

Here. 'Twas the wrong page in the right book, and you-- [ The Duchess turns sharply and glares, glares at-- at you. ] --could not even think to tell me sooner!

[ She rips page after page from her book, and stuffs them all into a big pot. ] Of course I'll start again, what choice do I have? But you had better do better this time!
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[The camera is on, but instead of a face, all it shows is bright red. That's it, for about a minute or so, and then suddenly it's pulled away.]

[Now it's a dark form - not easy to make out at first, until it starts moving. Whatever is holding this device is either unaware that it's on, or doesn't care - the camera swings back and forth, showing flashes of a leg or a hip wrapped in leather and metal, and the ground - which is sandy. This is at the beach, and it's night, going by how well the red light casts on the sand.

The sand becomes grass, soon enough, and while the footsteps slow down, whoever is holding the camera is still moving at a quick pace.]

[And then, it stops. The device is still moving, up and down as whoever had it breathes harshly. The voice isn't just filtered through metal - there's something almost like an echo to it too, that can't just be from being enclosed.

Suddenly the device swings up, over a dark, round shoulder, and before it can focus on the back of its owner, the screen goes blurry, and nothing's heard but the whoosh of air, and then - crack]

[It doesn't break, but it bounces, and when it comes to rest, it's tilted, just enough to see the culprit at a dramatic angle:

A slender figure, silhouette broken up by pieces of armour, her harpoon, her basket, and her round, metal helmet. The red light emanating from the center of the helmet is pointed at the sky, her fingers curled and her body poised to start running again.

All of this might be difficult to really appreciate though, through the inhuman screech splitting the air.]


[This is too much for the device - the video gets fuzzy and shorts out for good. But that's okay, you probably could hear that just fine without it.]

[At a distance - there's the red light, and flashes of warmer, fiery bursts of light. But it goes dark quickly.

By the time anyone makes it to the beach to investigate, they will find large footprints in the sand heading in and out of the water, and patches of sand glassed over, like it was hit by fireballs. But stay on guard - Big Sister is always watching.]
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Hello again, Wonderland. That last little spectacle was a hell of a thing, wasn't it?

[ enjoy his customary lighter clink! and a low breath. ]

I noticed there are a fair few of us who don't feel secure in what we can do and what we have as it is, and I thought I'd help ease the tension up a bit. For a limited time, I'm offerin' some simple little pieces've tech I brought along with me from the rusty bucket I used t'live in. These little fellas are capable've keepin' you and any room you leave them in safe.

They're equipped with sensors to assess the danger and an automatic machine gun to dispel it, whatever it may be. No one will be capable've layin' a single finger on you without earning a few new body piercings for the trouble, and any creatures will have one hell of a time tryin' t'circumvent their watchful eye.

I know what you must be thinkin': Mister Sinclair, we don't have any currency here in the mansion! There's no way any've us can afford it! [ a slight chuckle. ] Well, sport, I'm here to tell you you've got the wrong idea. I'll give anyone who asks one of my bots absolutely for free, purely on the goodwill of keepin' the mansion feelin' safe and prepared.

And, just for the cautious: there's absolutely nothin' t'worry about as far as them ever goin' out of control: they'll be programmed t'keep you safe, and won't fire unless they perceive an actual physical threat t'your person. The manual can show you how t'make it learn who never t'shoot under any circumstance, as well, so you can set it t'keep your whole apartment safe or go after a friend in times of need.

[ click! comes the video, showing a bot hovering in the air, attentively focused at the camera and starkly lit by a light behind the camera itself. the room is otherwise dark, save for some soft coloured light in the background. ]

Just contact me with your name and room number and I'll send one of these beauties right on down, complete with care-and-keepin' manual and a round of ammo t'get you started.

[ ooc note: you may want to consult this post if your character is interested. ]


Jul. 30th, 2013 02:49 pm
thneedifestdestiny: No One Knows I'm Gone - Tom Waits (And I'll say it again)
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So uh. Question.

[The Once-ler coughs into his gloved hand and looks at the camera. He looks like he's trying very, very hard to be calm but is actually freaking out not very far under the surface.]

Anybody else get a whole bunch of their stuff stolen after that chess thing? Because I haven't seen any of my Thneed materials anywhere and it's been days and I'm pretty sure my no-good lousy nerd of a Mirror snatched them all.

...Unless anybody's seen them around? Anybody seen a bunch of fluffy Truffula tufts around? If so, uh. Let me know. Because that is my entire company right there, and I would really.


Appreciate. It.


[And he hangs up.
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[ SCREAMING AND INCOHERENT (BUT SOMEWHAT DETAILED) DEATH THREATS AND THRASHING ABOUT AND EVERYTHING IS VIOLENCE AND NOTHING IS BEAUTIFUL but no, it really sounds like someone is trying to scream through a gag and they are doing an impressive job of it. ]


Jul. 26th, 2013 04:34 pm
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[personal profile] designates
Greetings Wonderland,

I am here today because many of you have asked me who I am. I am the United States of America. This answer has led many of you to confusion. I do not entirely blame you for your ignorance. I am repeating myself time and time again when asked to explain who and what I am.

Today I present point-by-point answers to your questions. )

[ Filtered away from America, 100%. ]

Hello Wonderland, this is Will Graham. I'm really sorry for all this.

I just want to say I don't share any of these opinions. I only transcribed what America forced me to write. He's very friendly, and I like him, but I'd appreciate any advice on how to get him to leave. Please. I've been trying to get him to go for two hours.

I don't think I can listen to him recite the Declaration of Independence again. I'm pretty sure he's crazy. Please help. I'm running out of patriotic songs to distract him with.

[ooc; replies will be coming from both [personal profile] designates and [personal profile] ahousedivided. the original notes that America forced Will to transcribe can be found here, here, here, and here for your viewing pleasure. god speed.]

video (01)

Jul. 26th, 2013 06:04 pm
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[ a man in a black leather coat appears on the screen. he doesn't seem confused or out-of-place in the least. instead he idly waves the hook at the camera as if to tell things to get a move on -- yes, he is missing his left hand and there's a hook in its place. peculiar. ]

Ah, Wonderland? I thought we settled this. [ they wouldn't want their queen back, would they? he once attempted to kill the queen of hearts but that was ages ago. they wouldn't even remember, would they? but then again who could forget about this face? ]

[ it's a funny thought so he smiles to himself. oh well back to business. the smile fades as fast as it appeared. his voice sharpens. ]

The queen of hearts is dead, I hear, so I couldn't tell you where she is. Or her body. Or what is left of it.

[ glances to the side as if he's expecting a piece of the queen to appear out of nowhere. turns back to the camera. ]

And believe me when I say that I do hate to be the bearer of bad news but that is just how things are, I'm afraid... We were friends once, she and I. Terrible how things turn out. Please accept my sincerest condolences.

[ he doesn't look that sorry. he stares expectantly straight into the camera. the man has places where to be. obviously. ]

With that out of the way, may I go now? Or is there something else you would like to discuss with me?

[ the smile is back. ]
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[It's been a few days since everyone came back to Real Side, but it only confirmed what Tohru had suspected and feared when they were on Mirror Side. Ruby has vanished. Her room is completely empty, and Tohru hasn't seen any sign of her since.

And when Tohru realized this, she cried. She cried for a long, long time. Ruby was gone, and Tohru might never see her again. But...the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she should be happy for Ruby. Ruby would probably want to be at home with her family and friends, living a normal life without Wonderland. But...that didn't make it less sad that Wonderland took her away without letting anyone say good-bye.

Now though, she's finally addressing the network, from their diner. They built it together so it's still their diner, even though Ruby's gone now.

Um...hello! [And she gives a small wave at the camera.] I hope everyone's doing well, now that we've come back.

[It takes Tohru a moment to figure out exactly how to say what she wants to say, even though she thought long and hard about this post before she made it. It's just...a hard subject, that's all. But, she tries to stay cheerful!]

It, uh. It seems that Ruby was able to go home. Which is sad, but it's also kind of good too. Everyone wants to go home, so...maybe we should be happy for her, that she was allowed to leave.

[She clasps her hands together then, as if sending out a tiny, quiet prayer to Ruby.]

...I just wanted to let everyone know that the diner's still remaining open. I think it's something really important to have here in Wonderland, so...I'd like to continue it, if at all possible, even though Ruby is gone. Err, I mostly did the Japanese side of the menu, but Ruby had been showing me how to make a little bit of the American side...I'll do my best until we find another cook, if there's anything anyone wants that she usually cooks! Hopefully I'll be able to do her dishes justice.

[They will have to get another cook eventually, or at the very least teach Aerith how to cook more things. But Tohru still wants to keep the diner running in the meantime.]

Oh! That's right though, I almost forgot. Um...that chess match was really difficult, but everyone fought bravely! I wanted to do something to thank you all for it. I-I know we didn't win, and that a lot of people suffered very badly...but I made a special treat for everyone who was forced onto the field. It was a terrible event, and I know it isn't very much, but I hope you'll all take them, as a token of gratitude and sympathy. I really, truly hope no one is forced to do something like that again.

They're up here in the diner, so please come claim yours! And everyone else is welcome too, if they want to stop by.

[And she waves at the camera quick before shutting it off.]
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[It's not something Greed often thinks about- how often do you really look at the back of your hand?- but once the thought does cross his mind, it's impossible to ignore. What's that? He knows he used to know the name for it, it's on the tip of his tongue...

It's taken a few days to get him anxious enough to ask about it, and when he does, it's with a kind of horribly desperate nonchalance.]

Anyone happen to know what this is called?

[He holds the marking on the back of his hand up to the camera for a moment, long enough for anyone who knows it to recognize, and then stops recording and heads for the hedge maze. He never really goes there, so maybe the people most likely to bug him with are you okay-type questions won't find him there.

They can just call him, of course, and he hopes they will, but then he'll always have the option of hanging up. Still... he can't get away from the prince.]
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[An irritated teenage girl stares out of the screen with green and gold eyes. She's sitting in one of the tea rooms, one hand crumbling a scone nervously in front of her propped up communicator.]

So we're trapped here.

[Her eyes lift to gaze around the room, though she doesn't look very awed at the location. It's not that different from home, right down to the tables that magically refill with food and drink.]

It'd probably be stupid to say that I have to get home so will the Queen or whoever's in charge please let me go? Right. Like that'll happen. Everyone else probably has important stuff to get back to, don't you?

[She sets her chin in her hand, looking thoughtful.]

I don't suppose anyone knows of a guy named Ethan? He's seventeen, really tall, has brown hair that falls down into his eyes.

[There's more she could say about him, but that would lead her to start gushing and she knows no one wants to hear that.]

Anyway, if we can't get home, what are we supposed to do here all day? What's our purpose being here? Why do we-- I don't--

[She stops, shaking her head.]

Sorry. This just really sucks and I'm trying not to freak out here. But, one more question: if we all just get picked up from our homes and dropped here, is that some form of magic?

[Really, she's just curious what others think of magic since she's used to hiding hers. But if it's a well-known fact in this place, maybe she won't have to hide it anymore.]
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Shit, what? More shit. Enough shit. Why shit on top of, of everything else that's the matter? Bullshit!

[The initial frames of the feed don't show anything visually interesting, unless stables, horse stalls and dirt are popular with this crowd. Dust flies up in a cloud. A perilously clawed gauntlet is flung over the stall, gouging the wood for purchase. Is that blood...? Rust?

The redness shines wetly. It drips. There are shreds of meat caught on points. It's not rust.]

'Bela? [This is a voice hoarse and raw from shouting, and here's more blood, and guts, and spiked armor rising over the stall's edge. Hawke's hair is tousled, matted, caked with nastiness.]

'Bela, blast it, if it's you who threw me into filthy horse manure... come out and giggle to my face, just don't leave me like this. [“Don't tell me I'm on my own.”]

✑ one

Jul. 10th, 2013 12:09 am
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I do believe the French have coined a phrase for it. Folie à plusieurs, madness, shared by many. It seems entirely improbable considering the circumstances where several of you have found their way to this establishment. [ He's glancing behind him, towards a towering window in a hallway he's found. ] As unlikely as it seems that so many of us share a delusion in which we've been abducted from a familiar place and set here, perhaps it's best to accept such a fact. The alternative... [ Being that they are here, that this is actually something that's happening. ] Is more so.

I would like to ask a question of those who have found their way to this mansion. Did you recall what happened when you lost sight of your own existence? Was there an event that triggered the occurrence? Perhaps a particular food that you've never tried before. [ He's determined to understand this, to analyze their surroundings and what they mean. Certainly there's a symbolism, a common ground that's caused them to find themselves here. ]

And speaking of food, is there a kitchen available? According to this leaflet I've found in my assigned room, there's apparently not a possible way out. I figure I would make the most of my time in a productive manner.
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[So, Santana's lovely face appears, looking less bitchy lovely and more like she's trying to hide just how scared she is. Because that is what she's doing.]

Has anyone seen Brittany? [She holds up a very bedazzled picture frame containing this image.] She's beautiful and way too nice and basically perfect and if anyone's hurt her I swear you won't even see me coming.

All her stuff's still in her room, so she. She can't be gone.

[She gazes down at the picture now.]


If anyone's seen her, tell me.

[....a pause, and then--this is painful for her to say so appreciate it--]

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[Castle was doing some very important investigating.

The library in Wonderland was huge - two stories tall with all kinds of books. Some were in languages he had never seen before, and some didn't even look like books. The whole place could take days to explore, but there was something he wanted to check out first.

It took him a while to find the huge mystery section. There were so many books he hadn't heard of in it that it could take him months to go through them all. Fortunately it seemed like he had a lot of time here to do as he pleased. Castle's eyes scanned the shelves, looking for the section of authors with the last name "C". Finding it, he paused, looking over the shelf and moving his lips wordlessly as he read the names. Then finally, his eyes lit up and he grinned.]


[So much for being quiet in a library. Castle grabbed one of the books off of the shelf and held it up. He turned on the video function on his communicator.]

Wonderland. I'm happy to announce that all of my written books are available for checkout in the library, including my latest, Frozen Heat.

[He held up the book and grinned widely.]

Though I would suggest starting with my first book in the Nikki Heat series, called Heat Wave. If you do pick them up, please let me know. I'd love to hear what you think of them.

[Again, he showed the cover of Frozen Heat on the video screen. Castle anticipated Kate having a fit and killing him but he didn't care. His books were here and that made him incredibly excited.]

004 ; video

Jul. 8th, 2013 06:10 pm
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[Clara's not looking all that great in the moment. A bit bumped and bruised, her hair's an awful mess, and it's painfully obvious she's recently been crying. She looks a bit lost and bewildered, and when she opens her mouth to speak she seems to second guess herself and clamps her jaw shut.]

I don't know where I am.

[She finally admits, softly, and takes a moment to look around her from her spot on the ground. Memories of this place come flooding back to her, and she realizes pretty quickly where she is. She's got that going for her, at least.]

The maze, most likely. Think that'd be just my luck. [A pause, and she tries smiling. It falls flat.] The impossible girl, lost again.

[She isn't sure what else to say other than that, she figures someone out there that knows her ought to still be here and see this. She doesn't ask for help, despite needing it, and just decides to abruptly end the feed there.]
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.... Ha-Hello? [There's a messy bit of hair and then a very brown eye, pulling back to reveal a curiously tattooed but youthful face. He looks a combination of nerve-wracked and delighted to try out the facetime function, but keeps most of the discoloration just out of sight, as though trying to hide any distinctive features.] Can people really see me on these things?

This is kind of embarrassing to figure out...[You can tell by the way the screen trembles slightly, if not by the stilted awkwardness that's otherwise overriding a Chicago accent.] I-I'm really nervous, can ya all see that? 'Cause..what happens if I drop it? I bet it costs an arm and leg!

But this has gotta be the keenest thing I've ever seen! [He shakes his head, deeply impressed.] It's like everybody's their own director of their very own personal-life talkies, or radio...only it's like a telephone, too with without the wire? Nuts!

Haha, I-It's like I'm a movie star! (Not a very good one, of course....  Okay, so probably a lousy one...) [He squints, and rubs sheepishly at the corner of his eye.] This is really strange. This whole place knocks me for a loop.

So ah, nobody else around here happens to know a thing or two about New York, do ya, by any chance? I heard some people here could be from the future!

But I... guess I don't really know if I wanna know about the future, right now, so... if you are, p-please don't tell me about it! If it's gonna be bad, I think I'd rather not worry about it just yet.

[Depression's depressing enough, and all that. He waits expectantly for about half a minute with the feed running live, looking hopefully down into his palm pilot. It's the kind of hopeful, giddy-nervousness that's downright painful to look at for long, for most decent-hearted people, without wanting to pat him on the shoulder and tell him not to worry, things'll be swell.]


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