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[Canny viewers might recognize the room Spike's sitting in as the office of Angel's Investigation. Spike is, in fact, sitting on a desk, boots banging against the side as he smirks into the cameras.]

Hey, mates. Thought I ought to let you know that Angel's Investigation is under new management. [He jabs a thumb towards himself.] Sure, Angel's all right as a leader, but some people want a bit more brains and a bit less forehead, know what I mean?

[Has anyone agreed to this change in staff? No. Does anyone from Angel's team even know he's here, in Wonderland? Absolutely not. Is that going to stop Spike? Not for a second. It'll make Angel mad, and that's hilarious.]

So come on over for all your mystery solving needs. We take beer and smokes as payment. One thing's sure: with me in charge it'll be a lot more fun getting your mysteries solved. Cheers!

[He salutes and disconnects.]
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[The ambient sounds of Lux Deux is prominent in the background as the feed starts up again, and for a long time it is the only sound aside from the clink of the glass being moved against the bar while Freya tries to get her words in order. She’s ascertained from her siblings at this point that she’s been gone far longer than would be considered “normal” for Wonderland – if there ever was such a thing.

She could simply announce that she’s returned and leave it at that, let those who wish to seek her out come find her, but that has never been her way, and while she doesn’t wish to talk about herself, she’s curious about something else.]

A question for you, Wonderland, though it is a rather specific one.

[Her words are slow and deliberate, likely indicating the amount she’s had to drink at this point – enough to dull the events of the last few months spent home, but not enough to make her sloppy – and the sound of her placing the glass back down on the bar can be heard before she continues.]

At this point, I’m sure we’re all aware of the … complications, involving those of us arriving from different points in the same timeline. For those of us who have come here and then learned of our future before actually going home to live through it, what do you think was worse? The speculation of what was to come, or the events themselves?

[There’s a small scrape as the glass is lifted again.]

Would you prefer to have remained ignorant, or do you feel at peace having lived the truth for yourself?

[And she’ll have the device with her to answer replies, though if you would prefer to visit her in person, she would not say no to company either. She’s probably going to be at the bar for a while.]


Nov. 24th, 2016 10:26 am
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[Kaneki's return to the mansion is a bit less than graceful. He arrived in his sleep, which isn't too bad, but he wakes up so suddenly that he falls out of bed. Sitting up, one hand at the back of his head, he tries to catch his breath. It's clear it wasn't waking up here that caused the flailing. Bad dreams are more common for him than they used to be.

As his breathing evens out, he looks around the room in confusion, then over toward the device, which has captured all of this from the surface of a desk across the room. He half crawls over to it, getting to his feet as he goes. He's wearing an odd, worn cape sort of garment over his clothes, but more obvious than that is that he's gone back to black-haired, his nailbeds no longer a deep black-red as he reaches for the device.]

I'm...back? I wasn't...

[His gaze wanders off as he thinks, then he glances down at himself. That cape? It's splattered in what can only be blood. Grimacing , he pulls it off over his head, bundles it up, and tosses it away from himself. Then he looks back up, all business, or as "all business" as he can get when he's a little on edge.]

I don't know how long I've been gone. one else knows either. What time of year is it? I was here in the spring, I think...


Nov. 23rd, 2016 10:02 pm
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Do you feel that this place has changed you?

[A blunt question, but one asked with a thoughtful-enough tone to imply that it has been ruminated on for some time.]

My kind are long-lived and.. stubborn in our habits, but I can speak from experience in saying that abrupt upheavals in our lives can change even us... and not always for the better. A change certainly does not always have to be a good one.


Nov. 23rd, 2016 10:43 am
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Is anyone aware of the presence of a very large reptile in the lower levels of this mansion? And the amount of.. water?

I almost lost my bow to the beast, but I would rather not accidentally kill someone’s pet.
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[ the feed shakes for a moment, before a sign comes into frame as cordelia's chipper forced-infomercial voice dictates: ]
Wonderland got you down?  Having a hard time coping with supernatural events that they definitely didn't have back home in Dullsville, USA, or whatever your dimensional zip code was before you got here?  

[ the card lowers to present cordelia's grinning face, where she sits in the offices of angel investigations, on the front desk cross legged. ]

Well, lucky for you, some of us are used to this kind of nonsense, and we're here to help you.  Whether you need protection or just someone to look into some kind of weirdness that you can't deal with alone, Angel Investigations can be the heroes you need.  Find us on the fourth floor, in room 10... especially after sundown.  

We help the helpless!  So help us help you.

[ she holds the sign back up and waves it a bit, before pushing it closer to the camera so that it zooms in on the logo one last time.

(replies can be over the network, or action replies at the office). ]

[oocly: also, don't forget you can
request a vision from cordelia at any time to foreshadow plot events! ]
heroica: (you can call us what you want)
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[ Unlike her announcement of Leliana's departure, this one does not reveal her voice. It's only text, written word with the author's feelings left implied, and less verbose than last time, too. ]

Alistair has gone. His room is empty and his things have vanished. As his fellow Grey Warden, I thought it best to inform those who may have known him.

[ Leliana, Brennan, Dorian. Alistair, too, now. All of her closest friends in Wonderland seem to be steadily vanishing (and she hasn't heard of Bethany Hawke, yet, another one who would be regretfully added to the list). ]

He was exactly what a Warden should be. He was brave and kind and with a good heart.

[ Ridiculous jokes and all.

Soon after, she sends out one private message to Anders: ]


Alistair left behind Purrlock. Do cats and mabari get along? Could you teach me how to take care of a kitten, if you have the time?
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I'm putting together a small training mission for an acquaintance of mine. [ Had there been the slightest pause there? ... Nope! Er. Moving on. ]

The mission is to improve his spy skills, and I would appreciate help from people in Wonderland. I'd like volunteers who could act as both secret allies and enemy agents. If you're willing to help, please get in touch.

private text to Bucky
The training mission is for Steve. Would you mind helping out?


Sep. 8th, 2016 10:15 pm
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[ooc: tw for body horror/decapitation. set after this. open to fourth walls given this happens the same night as the throne-room party.]

[Peter has no idea how to do this. He's still shaking, hunched in a corner, having tried to contact Bonnie only to get no response, because she's probably just passed out. It's late. He figures no matter what people want to know about this. They deserve to know. He would want to know if someone he cared about here died (ha).

He has seen dead people before. He held his Uncle Ben in his hands while he died. He was there when Captain Stacy took his final breaths, but there is something else- There is something different about stumbling on someone's head detached from their body on the floor after the action is all done in the silence when he only expects to stumble on nothing. It's different to then realize he recognizes who they are, and now he's hunched over his network device, stuck to a corner of his own room.]

If you know Faith, I found her. She died. I'm sorry. Her

She's Her body and head


Her body is in my room right now. I don't know what happened. I mean she was murdered but I don't know how or who. I just found her. Also I didn't clean stuff up down there but there's blood and stuff.
[stuff being his own vomit. he still feels sick.]
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Greetings. [ Comes the voice and face of Robyn Cousland, looking chipper enough for someone who has recently lost her three closest friends from Wonderland. Her hair is braided neatly and it's evident she's outside somewhere from the glare brought on by the sun high overhead. ] After my conscription, I picked up a few new skills here and there, but nothing in as much depth as I'd like. [ There just hadn't been time for thorough weapons training, not when you're responsible for the general welfare of a country. ] I think Wonderland may be a good chance to try that again.

I have extensive training in crossbow use and some in short and longbows, but I'd like to branch out to other areas. I learned a little with daggers and knives in Ferelden, but I'd also like to take up with a smaller sword and shield, at least, if anyone trained as a warrior has the time. [ beat ] I'm not a mage, so magic is out of the question, though I do know that that... works a little differently from world to world.

[ Nearby is the impatient huff of a horse and the Warden glances that way, smiling. ]

I'm going riding this morning, but I'd like to start training this afternoon, if I can. [ There's another thoughtful pause. ] It's paid to stay sharp, here, hasn't it?

[ Considering. There's a preemptive sort of inhale, and then she vanishes from the network. ]
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[When the video turns on, it seems pre-preemptive and not from the usual angle Shepard's seen at- instead of being on her arm, it's actually projecting directly from the device, streaming sideways from her nightstand. Shepard can be seen coming in and out of frame, seeming to be putting a few things in a duffel bag. It looks like she could be cleaning, if her hands weren't shaking and she wasn't muttering to herself something that's not being picked up on the recording. It doesn't take her long to notice the device is on, and rolls her eyes as she picks it up, addressing the network but still looking more serious than her usual playful demeanor shows off.]

Sorry about that. Damn thing isn't working right. Though, good timing, because I was gonna ask something anyway.

[She shifts, trying to look more nonchalant. It doesn't come off perfectly to anyone who's paying attention.]

Anyone know any good places to relax in this place? Still a little messed up from that last event. Wonderland really knows how to throw us for a loop. Looking to chill for a bit. Let me know. Might not check this thing a lot in the next couple days to try and get my mind off things.

[She will, of course, be ignoring all suggestions, because what's really happening here is a thinly veiled panic attack, and she'll be running off to her battle tank. Aside from responding to the main prompt, anyone who might know where she is can feel free to find her holed up in the Mako. It'll either be parked behind the Greenhouse, or, on one occasion, driven down to the beach so Shepard can sit on top, looking out to the ocean.

She's fine. Really!]
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[Lucifer is sitting at the bench of a shiny black piano, his fingers gently pressing the keys in a smooth melody with talented fingers as he starts to speak. It's unclear how he's being filmed without actually holding the device himself, but I'm sure it's probably just someone holding it for him.

Or not.]

Hello again, denizens of Wonderland. I made a promise to you all, and as you can see, I'm following through on it.

[Around him is a very lavish, large, and chic room, though it's clear that the piano he's at is in the middle of the room and slightly lower than most of the couches and tables, with the bar at the far end. There's also a stage microphone set up beside him, though he's not using it at the moment.]

Say hello to Deux Lux. Anyone with the ability to have fun is welcome and expected. Sixth floor, room sixty-six. It's a bit smaller than the original, I'm afraid, but it will do for now.

[He grins.]

Feel free to help yourself behind the bar when you arrive. If I think you have some skill when it comes to pouring cocktails, perhaps I'll offer you a job. Until those positions are filled, however, I'm afraid I can't do everything all by myself. I'm the Devil, not a miracle worker.


[ooc: Feel free to answer Lucifer over the network or come hang out at the club. THIS CAN BE A PARTY POST. Feel free to tag around as much as you want! I'll have my own starter for Lucifer inside and will tag around as well. Have fun <3]
nonscriptum: not really the ideal way to go imo (freezing to death in the tundra)
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[The feed flickers over a sandy incline, grit in the lens and speckled with drying salt. Several feet away, a man groans.]

Aha ha...ha...oh, God.

[Nate rolls over in something akin to semi-agony, elbows scuffed to God-knows-where and back just like his knees. His hair is frosted with ice, as is the majority of his clothing, hands slick with blood - but this isn't exactly a novelty, given that it's his own and he doesn't appear to be outwardly bothered by the sucking wound in his side.]

Y'know, it''s funny, one minute you're enjoying a train ride from Hell, you wake up with a cliffside in your face, covered in your own blood and you say: yeah, yeah, just another day at the office, and here I- [He grunts, then wheezes.] -am on a beach, I-I mean, at this point I can only assume I'm- I'm hallucinating and slowly freezing to death in Tibet. Nate. You're hallucinating.

[He straightens - stiffens - and reaches for the small of his back with an exclamation of pain.]

Ahhhhhhshit. [Is that a Tibetan ritual dagger in his pocket, or is he just happy to be alive right now?] Oh.

[Both, apparently.

Turns out the mighty instrument of ancient gateways and demon-vanquishing makes for an incredibly shoddy pillow, but a decent wake-up call. Nate pulls the phurba from his belt loop and clutches it with the fervor of a man who quite literally has nothing else to lose. Three days' worth of beatings and a lifetime of jumping off of tall things and onto very hard surfaces shocks through his knees when he clambers to his feet, swaying for a moment and squinting at the big house on the hill.

Definitely hallucinating.

[Nate stoops to pick up the thing that looks a lot like his phone, surprised it hasn't suffered innumerable cracks after falling through a train car that also happened to be exploding at the same time.]


[The red light says RECORDING. He switches it off.]

[ OOC Note: Please feel free to specify if you would like to encounter him in person or over the communicator - either is fine! :3 ]
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[Somebody with actual expertise in these matters should probably say something, so Regina puts yelling at Henry on pause to grab her device and make a hurried broadcast.]

Everything Henry said about the Sleeping Curse is true, especially the part about True Love's Kiss. It's the most powerful magic in our world, and it can break almost any curse.

[Well, it can break any curse but as usual, there's loopholes galore sometimes.]

As for the curse itself, it won't cause any harm on its own but... I don't know if it will work the same here, but there's a chance there might be an epidemic of nightmares after this. It traps a person's soul in the Netherworld where they're forced to endlessly dream about their own regrets, and for some time after being woken up, they can experience nightmares of being trapped back there again.

They'll fade with time, but until then, there isn't much to be done.

[Especially since the only amulet that can afford a person a measure of control is back in Storybrooke.]

And don't worry, I'll be making sure this never happens again.
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[ So Simone might have been keeping her eyes open ever since the lizard had shown up on the Network a few days past. One of the local Residents showing up often prefaced things going whacky, but despite being on alert for it.... nothing seems to have happened.


Which is why she's flicking open a Network feed from the bar today, her expression faintly puzzled as Joe takes care of a few of the customers they've got in the bar. ]

So is anyone else getting a sense of anticlimax or have I been I missing something interesting happening somewhere that's not here?

[ For the duration of the event "Simone's" responses will be coming from an alt journal at [personal profile] runnerthree ]

012 | Video

Jul. 5th, 2016 06:53 pm
wickedwest: (Not to Worry I'll Get It Later)
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I don't suppose anyone's given any more thought to what happened before we were all forced to trick or treat.

[No, not the gravity thing. Zelena doesn't care about that aside from being annoyed that it happened to begin with.]

Unless you've all managed to deal with it quietly, but I've been here long enough to know that when something big happens, it's far from quiet. So then, the way I see it, either you're all still looking for that supposed spy and made absolutely no progress.

[She's sticking to voice, but the amusement in her tone probably makes it clear that she finds that hilarious.]

Or you've simply given up, and decided to ignore it. Can't say that would surprise me either, though it's a bit disappointing. Here I was hoping you'd all provide some sort of entertainment by accusing and turning on each other. But no, I suppose that's really just too much to ask, isn't it?
krmvgivv: (i won't fall for them cause i'll lose)
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Hi everyone!

[Dipper's not wearing his usual outfit. He's wearing a white shirt with suspenders as he sits at his desk, his usual blue pine tree hat hanging off the chair. Behind him, Mabel can be seen bustling around, covered in scraps of cloth and glue and glitter.]

So, looks like another event from our world. One that has absolutely nothing to do with gravity turning off, weird. Almost like that was entirely unrelated to this event.

[He scowls very pointedly YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE PEOPLE HE'S SCOWLING AT.]

Anyway, this... well... okay, so in Gravity Falls, they like Halloween so much that they celebrate it again when summer comes and call it Summerween. Judging from the jack-o-melons hanging around, the fact that it's late June, and the fact that literally no other town would have something as ridiculous as Summerween, I'm calling it. This one's ours.

[Mabel tosses a piece of blue cloth at Dipper's head, which he fastens around his shoulders like a cape. She vanishes out of the camera's field of vision.]

The good news? Halloween's just as fun in the summer. The bad news? Last Summerween a monster called the Summerween Trickster tried to eat us and our friends because we [mostly just Dipper] lacked the "Summerween Spirit." [He rolls his eyes, making finger quotes.] I don't know if that's gonna happen here, but let's face it, it's Wonderland, so I'd get a costume just in case. And hey? Free candy. Not such a bad thing.

[Mabel comes back, wearing green suspenders. She hands Dipper a pointy red hat and lifts a silver teapot over her head. Together, they lower the hats onto their heads and fistbump, costumes complete. Summerween is about what really matters, after all: pure evil.]

So hey, I guess we're trick-or-treating? We'll see you out there. Try and have fun! Since you know, you might die otherwise.

[He cuts the feed, though he and Mabel will both be responding to any confused questions. Throughout the rest of the event, they'll be mostly sticking together, trick-or-treating with each other or with any friends they catch up with, especially once their trick-or-treat-or-die theories are confirmed. There is nothing cuter than twins in costumes, and they're experienced trick-or-treaters, so they're gonna hit every door. Might be they'll even come to yours!]
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[ the woman on the feed runs a hand through short, highlighted brown hair, the uncertainty in her eyes quickly making it clear that she's a recent arrival, and still riding the confusion train.  she has a particularly bad feeling about this, because she's pretty sure what's happened to her.  

she's also... half wrong.  her tone contains a forced chipperness that's dropped pretty quickly. ]

Ok, so... lesson learned: interdimensional portals aren't toys.  Count me among the enlightened.  Look, all we were trying to do was send Landor the Jolly Green Giant back home.  I promise, we never meant to drag him to LA in the first place.  Not that he wasn't uh, a great guy, what with the drokken hunting and all, but I think we can all agree that people are better off sticking to their dimensional zip code.  

Speaking of which, I'd really... really like to go back to mine.  And I sort of lost my portal-opening guidebook en route, so uh... oh, what was it again....

Przvzyz.  Grxnyl?


[ just no.

LOOK.  HOW MANY RANDOM COMBINATIONS OF LETTERS WITH NO VOWELS CAN THERE BE.  she's hoping any of them will come back to her, but that's just... not happening.  not to mention she's not sure whether the physical book is actually a part of the incantation or not.  whatever, it was a shot.  

the extensive candlelight behind her gives away her location to those familiar with the mansion: she's in the ballroom. ]
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[When the feed begins, the blonde whose face appears in the center of the screen makes no attempt to speak immediately, seeming to be thinking about something with her lips pulled into a bow, her eyes narrowing infinitesimally as they look off screen before snapping onto the camera itself.]

I have to admit. [Her face animated as she starts to speak, accompanied by a dry, almost snarky tone.] I was all ready to pin this on the little Witch but I think it's fair to say we're not in Mystic Falls anymore.

[It's hard to say whether she's annoyed, bored or amused. The woman who can't look much more than early twenties, taking time out to top up her glass of Scotch. She doesn't so much as grimace as she takes a drink before speaking again.]

Right - [Refocusing on her screen.] Introductions then. Lexi Branson.

[The blonde raises her glass and drains it before setting it aside.]

I'm not exactly sure how long this is going to last... [Leaning closer to her device.] So lets skip all the boring bits and you can tell me what passes for fun in this place. Okay?


Jun. 14th, 2016 08:11 pm
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[The feed starts, and it is clear the woman in front of the camera has set the device a few feet away, so you can see that she's seated, one leg crossed over the other, hands in her lap. For a moment she stares at the device, face blank. This is a risk, she knows. Maybe a mistake. But in the few days she has spent wandering the halls of Wonderland she has encountered no one she knows. And anyway, it's late for fear now. So she smiles, and her whole demeanor brightens with it. She tilts her head toward the camera in a polite nod.]

Hello to... whomever may be watching this. [Bedelia speaks slowly, every word careful, exact. Her voice hardly ever reaches above a low and breathy rumble, but she speaks with confidence.]

My name is Dr. Bedelia du Maurier. I am a recent addition to this place, and I'm not familiar with most of you, but in light of recent events I thought it would be best to make myself known, and to offer my services. I am a licensed psychiatrist, and am beginning a small practice out of my quarters in room Thirty-five on the Eighth floor. I am available by appointment, or, if you would like to speak more informally, you can find me around the mansion.

[She pauses for a moment, and nearly stands up before she thinks of something more that should be said.]

I have been made aware that there is currently a therapist already practicing here. It is not my intention to be in competition with her. However, I imagine she has limited time, and everyone has different needs. [She takes a deep breath, never breaking eye contact with the device. It is best to be up front.] I am particularly accustomed to...disturbing cases. Trauma is something I am wholly familiar with. If that is what you need, I am here.

[She pauses again. That nervousness has not left her, her hands tremble in her lap, but she keeps her toothless smile on. She is, after all, a professional.]

That is all for now, I suppose. Thank you.

[Bedelia leaves the frame and the click of her high heels grows closer and closer before she turns off the feed.]
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[Damon is not happy, and definitely not drunk enough for this. At first, he assumed he'd been hallucinating, on some trip after drinking bad blood. However, he has been roaming Wonderland for hours on this bright and early morning, while everyone else was likely asleep. He’s poked his head in where it doesn’t belong, waiting for the hallucination to fade. Spoilers: it doesn’t. He finally studies the communication device, accepting that this is either one very long dream or he’s actually here. Somehow. He’s on the main floor, pressed up against the marble pillar, staring up at the ceiling. It takes minimal effort to skim through previous entries before he switches to video.]

Question #1, for the masses: How drunk do you have to be for this place to start making sense? Because I’m starting to think this poor, lonely bottle's not gonna cut it. [Damon looks to the bottle in his hand with a little sigh, tapping his fingers on its surface.] Looks like we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.

[He takes a long drink, swallows, and sends the camera a slow but absolutely charming smirk:]

Question #2: what’s the one thing you wish someone had told you on your first day in the merry old Land of Wonder, but failed to?

[Damon points a finger at the camera with the hand that's still partly wound around the bottle] And go. Best answers get a pony.
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--s like Facebook? Vine or something? Am I broadcasting live? Ah, yes, here we are.

[The feed cuts from audio to video, showing a young man holding his phone at arm's length so it can record him. He hopes he's doing this correctly as he'd hate to make a fool of himself. Being separated from his landmass and people is extremely disconcerting if not outright uncomfortable. He's met other people here, but he'd like to put a few words out there just to cover his figurative bases.]

Hello! [He smiles. His accent is very... Londoner. His eyes, if anyone cares to look into them, aren't very young at all. It's not that he doesn't seem trustworthy... just that some things don't seem to line up. And anyone who is of British citizenship may think there is something off about this young man. They may even know who he is--or not.]

I've only just arrived and I'd hoped someone would be kind enough to provide information about where we are and why? I've already heard about the closets, and that this is a twisted sort of "Wonderland." Hah! The thought is laughable.

The assistance is very much appreciated. Thank you, and good day.

[If anyone wants to approach him, for a while he'll be in the halls with a book on European architecture in his hands.]
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[ Natasha's sitting at a table with a stack of black rectangular objects about the size of a palm. She holds up one close to the camera. ]

These are emergency radios in case our network goes down. They come with an inbuilt tracker [ a small hiss ] and three different types of lockpicks, which work for every door in the mansion assuming they haven't been altered. The button here [ she turns it over to demonstrate ] is a torch. No battery needed.

[ She gives it a quick shake, and the torch shines on the table. ]

If you want one, I'll be in the dining room.
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[personal profile] interpersonal
[ once the event begins properly, elena acquires a gas mask and starts to run.

those early morning jogs, not to mention her training sessions with faith, are about to pay off.

down the hallway she goes, a pair of glowing red eyes distantly behind her. all that can be heard initially is elena's breathing, labored. she races past haphazardly-shaped mirrors and candles. no super speed to boast of, but she's going fast. the video function isn't intentional; she reached for her communicator with shaky hands and took what she could get. what matters is her message.
] Bonnie, Caroline— [ before elena can finish her roll call, the runner advances. ]

If you can see this, tell me where you are. Promise me you'll stay safe.

we must refuse to disappear. )
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[For those who can sense such things, there's suddenly a barely-contained hunger in the Mansion. For those with regular but heightened senses, it's a distinctly strong smell of blood. For those with neither of those things, it's just Kaneki, though he's a bit different than he used to be.

He stands frozen for a moment between two looooong shelves loaded with books of all ages and subjects and worlds of origin, as it all starts to come back to him. Arriving in Wonderland is as disorienting the second time as it was the first. As he starts to regain his mental balance, he feels in his pocket for the device he knows is there.

The Kaneki who appears on the network looks a bit older, a bit leaner. His hair is stark white now, but the familiar patch still covers his left eye. He still sounds a bit shy, still stutters occasionally, but anyone who has spoken with him much in the past will notice it's just...not the same. Kaneki has always been calculating, but now that's more apparent, an undercurrent to what is otherwise his normal tone and tempo.]

Ah...sorry to bother everyone. I've been here before, but I'm not sure how long it's been exactly--how long it's been here, I mean.

[He lets out a light sigh, glancing around at the book shelves around him.]

Regardless of that, it seems like not all that much has changed here. I'm sure there are a lot of people I haven't met, though, so I should introduce myself. [He looks back at the camera.] My name is Kaneki Ken--Kaneki is my family name, but it's fine to use either of them.

[He offers a smile that is a bit uncertain, and much more like the old Kaneki.] the coffee shop still here? I've missed spending time in one....
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After that last little party, and now with Sharon’s dojo up and ready, I guess it’s time to troll for trainees. I’m looking for anyone interested in learning any level self-defense, but especially those of you with zero experience.

And if you just need to work out some frustration without breaking your hands, I can work with that too.

Walk-ins welcome. I’ll be in rooms 17 and 19 every morning and evening. Stop by, check it out and we’ll see what we can do.

( action | open through apr/may - please date your top level! )
These next two months are all about hand-to-hand, finding balance and feeling comfortable in your body. Faith’s existing trainees are tasked with regular tai chi routines along with very simplistic self-defense. How to break holds, how to apply non-lethal hits-- anything that focuses on breaking away and then getting out of an ugly situation.

Workouts and training, though simple, are not always a cakewalk. In order to build muscle memory, it’s repetitive-- but after a tough session, people can still feel raw and exposed. Faith is kind to her students, but not easy. If she’s felt her companion was not giving the effort they should, she’ll call them out. If she feels there’s something mental that needs to be addressed, she’ll call them out.

If they need to grab a coffee to bounce back, that's great too.

All in all, after a few sessions, Faith's trainee may begin to see that this is not all about physical fitness, but about learning to survive this hell in general.
therapize: (so let's approach it this way)
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[Have you seen the inside of the therapy office before Wonderland? Because you're getting a good shot of it now, featuring the owner of this particular room.]

Good morning, Wonderland. Since it's been awhile, and we're just coming off the heels of a rather chaotic event, I thought i'd introduce myself. My name is Cami O'Connell, and I am the therapist in residence here in Wonderland. An officially licensed therapist at that, thanks to a trip home a couple of months ago.

[She's got a degree and everything now. Clearly she's a force to be watched out for.]

For those of you unfamiliar with the concept of psychological therapy, the idea is to work through mental issues in order to help alleviate or lessen their effects. This could be anything, from a traumatic loss to guilt over something you've done, to trying to deal with whatever hell Wonderland has put you through. It's often a slow process that takes dedication and time, but one that can be immensely helpful if people are willing to see it through.

[As so many people in Wonderland have failed to do. And that's half the reason why she's making this broadcast; too many people have been one-time visitors before they retreated into their own shells of denial.]

Of course, therapy doesn't work for everyone; that's just a fact. But the problems you've got right now, the secret things you don't want to face because they're all just too much and you think that if you try they'll swallow you whole? They aren't going to go away if you just ignore them. They'll linger, and they'll fester, and then Wonderland will do what it always does by sparking some event that makes that trauma even worse.

Trust me. I've been here long enough to see it, and to have it happen to me too.

[She pauses then; hopefully she's gotten some people's attention with the speech this time.]

One other benefit to the process is that it is entirely confidential. I will not divulge anything you tell me when you come to see me as a patient, unless you or someone else is at risk of harm. No one will even know you've talked to me at all.

So if you're interested, if you think that there's the slightest chance that talking to someone may do you some good? Come by the office in room 20 on the sixth floor. If the door is closed, write your name on a piece of paper and slide it under the door, and I'll get in touch. Or you can respond to this broadcast, and we can arrange a time to meet.

[She looks directly at the phone now, directly at the people watching this. Hopefully, it manages to reach them.]

Wonderland is not an easy place to live in. And while you can learn how to shoot a gun or to defend yourself physically, the biggest toll it takes on all of us is an emotional and psychological one. So why not strengthen yourself there to?

[A heartbeat longer, and Cami reaches to turn off the video. After that, it's just a matter of waiting for people to show up, or for her phone to ring.

But while she does spend a good chunk of her day in the office, after certain replies she ends up fielding? By that evening Cami is more than happy to abandon talking to people in favor of hitting up the bar. Not that she'll reject anyone who tries to approach her there; it's just that the therapist is out for the evening, thanks, so please stop complaining about her life's work now so she can drink in peace.]

Entry #4

Apr. 4th, 2016 10:08 am
rosswood: (someone needs to learn white balance)
[personal profile] rosswood
[Oh god. Oh god. The horror's coiled tight in his chest, flat and sick and heavy, his mouth powder-dry as he rolls over and scrambles to his feet. That's another death down, Kralie. Burning through them awful quick, aren't you?

Burning - oh jesus christ. And it's the fourth on top of it. He died on what, the second, and now it's the fucking fourth. Perfect.

He needs to try and set this right, as much as he can. And not by fucking dismembering anyone who's been even vaguely friendly to him. He punches out his message with trembling fingers.]

hell of an event.

[God no, that just sounds so damned casual. Shit shit shit shit.]

well sorry for freaking people out. wasn't in my right mind. i don't think anyone was so

[Pause. This is grief. This is what grief feels like.]

today's april 4th.

it's my birthday.

[Happy birthday, Alex. You almost killed the only person you can call your friend here, and then you died because of it. And you know what? You deserved it.]

[text - private to Max]

I guess sorry doesn't really cover it. I know I messed up. A lot.

Please tell me you didn't die.

[text - private to Evelyn]

I know what you did. Don't worry about it.
littledhampir: ♫ I want to smash you helpless down on the floor, smash you until you're not here anymore. (Go walk off a cliff.)
[personal profile] littledhampir
[With her dry, sarcastic tone it's hard to imagine that the brunette on screen was in a state of mild panic not all that long ago. Now she has an audience however? Rose stands taller. Shoulders pushed back. A scowl twisting her features that's made either more or less intimidating by the black eye that darkens her right eye and cheek. The reddish, purple splotches a telltale sign of an injury that has happened a few days earlier.]

So I'm... Rose? [She offers a tight smile that looks more like a grimace.] You all know this is like, illegal, right? [Eyes narrowing.] I mean I know there's rules - [She does mean Laws, yes.] About taking people across state lines so... I'm kinda thinking that this... would come under that, and then some.

[The forced calm isn't at all natural but then, neither is this and she isn't about to tell a bunch of strangers that she's anything but in control right now.]

If a person were looking for somebody they could... [One hand rises into the shot to punctuate her words with 'air quotes'.] "Ask nicely", about getting a refund on whatever ticket landed them here? Who would they need to talk to? [Eyes narrowing.

Subtle was never really one of her strong suits.]
squeakyslate: ([ up I goes ])
[personal profile] squeakyslate
Can't leave 'em down there, can't have that, no. Up the ladder I goes, all the way up.

[ It's true, he goes, up the ladder, all the way up! Until Bill's all the way up in the sky, swaying on the ladder, a bright star in his mouth. ]

Fhhnnhh gyyghh--

[ Don't quite work that way, does it? Bill sticks the star up in the sky, and smacks his lips. ]

There it goes! There it goes, all fixed up now, see, ol' Bill's gonna go and put 'em all back in place, won't never have to worry 'bout them falling neither, rolling stars don't gather no moss, see?

[ He flicks at the star with his fingers: It wobbles, and falls, but just a bit, and then it bounces right on back, and flutters to a different place in the sky. ]

There, y'see? Make 'em move, they'll always find a proper place now, that they will. Now don't you worry 'bout nothing, ol' Bill's just gonna finish up with the rest...

[ Bill pulls out a big bag of bright stars, and starts decorating, whistling a merry tune as he goes along. ]


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