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Jan. 7th, 2017 09:16 pm
agentxthirteen: (07: here we go)
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[ Only a few of the lights in her room are on, casting shadows onto Sharon's face. If anyone looks closely, they may notice her eyes are dry, but red. She props the comm up, takes a breath, starts to speak, stops. Then takes another breath and tries again. She'd considered doing a text and had decided against it given the discussion that might follow, had considered doing an audio message but had thought people might notice her voice wobbling. Noooooooo. She just had to do video. She takes a deep breath. ]

Tony Stark has left Wonderland. [ She presses her lips together and swallows before she continues. ] He spoke on the network a while ago about creating a version of SHIELD here, I'd like to continue that. Not like he intended, though. Instead, I'd like to get a group together on a voluntary basis to meet in the tea rooms after each event to talk about what we did and things we could have done. This review means we'll be able to act more quickly in future events. We've had at least three zombie-based events since I got here - going over what we did right and wrong can't hurt at this point.

I also think it's important to get together with scientists and other people investigating things in Wonderland to share what we've all discovered. [ She glances away for a moment. ] Neither Tony and Romanoff, who helped him with this before, are here anymore, so it's up to me to get the ball rolling. If you have any criticisms, I'm sure none of you will hold back from expressing them to me. [ At least, she doesn't think they'll hold back given what they put Tony through. And yes, she's a little bitter that people were mean to her fully-grown, avenging, iron-helmeted, not-brother. ]

And just to be clear, since there were concerns about this when Tony tried to get it going, this isn't meant to be a takeover. He was inspired by SHIELD to form a unit to protect Wonderland - SHIELD and the Avengers were the two groups he had the most experience with when it came to protecting people, so he used them as inspiration in Wonderland. But two-thirds of the people who originally worked on the idea are already gone and there's no guarantee that I'll stick around. Ergo, the informal get-togethers to share information. No one really in charge, and an informal group means that the group is more likely to outlast any one person in the group.

So if you can, please get in touch to work with me on this. [ After that, the view further darkens as she reaches over the leans to turn off the camera. ]

Private to Bucky Barnes )

Private to Steve Rogers )

Private to Commander Shepard )

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Jan. 3rd, 2017 02:49 pm
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Happy New Year. :)

[ Which is, of course, notable only in that it puts her give or take six months ahead of the timeline she was working prior to her arrival here. But putting words to it anchors her. ]

This is Natasha Romanoff. Looks like I'm experiencing a little WonderlandTM Amnesia. If you could fill me in on the particulars of how we knew each other, I'd appreciate it.

And, while I admire everyone's patience with new arrivals, feel free to spare me the welcome packet. "Welcome to Wonderland, you can't leave by your own design, sometimes people come and go +/- their memories of Wonderland." I think I've managed to sift through most of the basics.
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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 feed comes to life and Leonard's sitting in his room, mostly illuminated by candle-light, which does soften the still visible bruises (as a result of this) on his face a little. He's playing with a lighter in one hand, turning it, palming it and flipping it open and shut, but never actually lighting it.

Mostly he looks at the camera, both eye by now able to open fully again.]


Time doesn't really seem to do much in the way of passing here, but things happen anyway. So, guess this is still a worthwhile question.

You got any resolutions?

[Which of course also begs the question whether he has any himself. He looks as if he wants to keep talking at first, but his mouth stays shut and he looks off past the camera, the flame of a candle reflected in his eyes. Finally he cuts off the video.]


[ooc: This post can be used as a jump-off for New Years and other talk among other people too, so feel free to threadjack! ALL THE THREADJACKING, always encouraged.]
allaboutme: (how was the big fight? big & fighty?)
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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! ]
choosetruth: (there's change coming once and for all)
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If there's one thing I've learned about Wonderland in the weeks that I've been forced to start calling it home: it's that it lies to you.

But so do lots of people, right? Everyone has a reason to lie. Some people lie to hurt other people, but some people lie out of kindness. Some people try to protect you with comforting falsehoods. How do we know that Wonderland isn't lying for our own good?

I can't tell you that. I don't know Wonderland's motivations, if there even is any sort of guiding intelligence behind it and not just pure chance.

What I can tell you is this: it doesn't matter. Lying out of kindness is just as bad as lying out of cruelty. Possibly even worse. Comforting falsehoods might be nicer in the moment than cruel truths, but I'll take the truth every time. Is it better to spare a family by telling them their dying child might get better? Or to allow them to cherish the time they have left? Is it better to tell someone their writing is good? Or send them an honest critique that could let them actually improve until you could say so without it being a lie?

Is it better to lose the memories that have hurt you and spend a weekend in blissful ignorance? Or hold onto every iota of the pain that has built you and remember exactly why you fight? Lies won't take the time to heal you. Only the truth can do that.

Wonderland is the biggest lie I've ever seen. I cannot promise a way out of this gilded, wonderful cage. That would be a lie, even if it's one I'd like to believe. I can only promise that I'll do everything I can to find the truth all of those lies are working at concealing. I won't quit until I uncover all the secrets Wonderland is hiding.

Or until Wonderland gets tired of all the prodding and sends me home. Here's hoping, right?
krmvgivv: (ztwins022)
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[SURPRISE. Wonderland’s favorite twins are back and their faces are on your devices, all smiles… Well, Mabel is all smiles, anyway. Dipper is smiling too, though, as usual, he looks a little more subdued. He's also got an entirely different hat than usual. It's Mabel that speaks first, though.]


So bad timing, Wonderland… Or maybe good timing, depending on how you wanna look at it, but Dipper and I were, like, just on a bus going back home to Piedmont, and then suddenly it’s all whaaaat. [she waves her hands in a mock pantomime of her mind being blown.]


Still pretty good to be back though. And, just in case you were sad and missed us while we were gone, I come bearing gifts! ...Technically, it’s a gift for the future, but Future You can thank me somehow. I know time travelers. We can make this happen.


[Dipper shifts forward, grinning.] We all know the worst part of Wonderland, right? The whole memory loss thing. [That and the not aging thing, but Dipper's feeling a little less bad about that than he was. They are growing up. Just… not too fast.]


Well, lucky for all of you, Mabel here is an expert at unerasing memories. [...is that a word? Dipper decides not to worry about it.] Her scrapbooks have literally fixed amnesia.


YUP! [she’s so proud of this, okay.] So I’m gonna be donating all my Wonderland scrapbooks to the gallery. That way if you ever feel like you’ve forgotten something or if you wanna see if one of your friends was here and you missed them or just wanna be reminded of all the times Wonderland isn’t being a jerk, you’ll have something to ease your mind. With sparkly gel pen descriptions! [she leans forward and whispers, conspiratorially] That’s the Mabel difference.


[Dipper raises a finger.] Also, for people whose eyes hurt when they look at things Mabel has written, I've been keeping a very thorough account of all my time here. Those will also be available in the library as I finish them.


[Mabel sticks her tongue out at him.] Neeerd.

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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


She's

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.]
ghflskhu_ph: (▲WHEE/ party hardy)
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[Bill is positively over the moon; he pops on the feed without preamble, knocking back a martini before morphing his eye into a toothy mouth to inhale the thing whole.]

"Got to HAND IT to ya WONDERLAND, NOTHING SAYS A PARTY like EVERYONE HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS AT ONCE, MASSES PUZZLING OVER inanely "SiMPLE!" CLUES and an OPEN BAR! A SHAME our ESTEEMED HOST doesn't want to SHOW THEMSELVES. We OUGHT to give them a ROYAL WELCOME!... Unless of course, it's NOT who we THINK it is."

[Gone is Bill's typically casual posture. He floats aloft, hands aflame in a pose much more reminiscent of the idols erected in his honor by generations past. His yellow hue, a bit more gold, his luminescence, brighter and more godlike than ever before. He looks positively regal; and why shouldn't he? He has company to impress, for once. All he's missing is a crown.]

"I know I'D hate to be RULED by something that CLAIMS to have POWER over what it CLEARLY DOESN'T. Between you and me, WONDERLAND could use a bit more WONDER-- HERE's a few things worth WONDERING about:

WONDER what happens if you ASK for TOO MANY REQUESTS from the CLOSETS!

WONDER how we got SO MANY different PEOPLE!

WONDER HOW INFINITE the INFINITELY deep pool REALLY is!

WONDER HOW MANY QUESTIONS IT TAKES before you WANE DOWN someone's SANITY through SHEER ANNOYANCE ALONE!

WONDER WHY we ACCEPT someone to be in POWER when they never prove WHY they DESERVE to have it.

[What? It's not treason if he poses it in the form of a question, right~?]


REMEMBER! CURIOSITY might have KILLED THE CAT, but if SCHRODINGER'S INVOLVED; there's MORE to THAT STORY!

OOC: Howdy friends! Due to rl, I'll be a bit slow on replies but everyone (yes, you, 4th wallers) are welcome to backtag this even after the 10th! Bill does have his Omniscence here, so for those unfamiliar with his character, have some handy links. He can't turn these abilities off, but I never want to use Bill's powers to ruin someone else's fun. if there is something you want/absolutely do not want, feel free to PM me any time! Happy 10th Eway~
ofletters: (mother mary comes to me)
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Hey, Wonderland. For the new people, my name's Sam, and since you might've not had the "demons 101" talk, that's what I'm getting into today. Veterans can tune me out... or listen in, I guess, if you need a refresher. I'm doing this now also since all the demons from my world aren't around to be dicks about it.

[ Thank God for that. ]

My friend Bobby said once that demons are just "ghosts with an ego," and that's true, but they're also really dangerous. They used to be human and got... messed up in Hell, so with most demons - let's just say all demons to make it simple - there's no appealing to their human nature. They're all about carpe diem when they get up to the surface again and not much stops them from having their sadistic ragers unless they've got another agenda.

[ So stop trying to be friends with demons, people. ]

They don't really have a form of their own, so they appear like black smoke unless they're possessing someone. If you think someone's possessed, you can test it out: holy water, salt, and iron will injure them where it obviously wouldn't hurt a human. You can get them stuck in a devil's trap if you're smart about it and can exercise them after that... though, honestly, I'm not sure it'd work here. Wonderland doesn't seem to have a direct line to Hell. Still, it'd at least get them out of whoever they were possessing, but you have to have the time to go through the whole song and dance. I attached an image of a devil's trap and the text for the exorcism so you've got them. The devil's trap... can just be drawn, so it's usually a good idea to put one under something like a welcome mat, or up on the ceiling above your doorway.

[ Sam pauses, frowning. ]

This is getting long-winded. [ sigh ] How about this: I'll write up a guide and send it out to everyone. In the meantime, I can take questions. [ He nods slowly, still frowning. ] Sounds like a better idea.


[ attached: devil's trap.jpg and exorcism.txt ]

text;

Aug. 22nd, 2016 02:12 pm
grahamalytical: (Let it be said)
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[ Even though he's been in Wonderland for nearly two months at this point, this is the first time Will has made a post on the network, and only about the fourth time he's used his device at all. He's not a terrifically outgoing person, and it's easy for him to assume that people are probably better off without his input in most cases.

However, the network is clearly a good way to get answers and information, and ever since his conversation with Bedelia... He's been thinking a lot about "home". Been wondering if there are any people here in similar circumstances. It's been on his mind enough that eventually, he settles on simply straight-up asking people, if only to shut the train of thought down and put an end to the curiosity. And, perhaps, put himself a bit at ease. If that's even a possibility.

The question isn't posed through video, or even audio. This is more easily handled through text. And, it...makes the whole thing slightly less awkward, which doesn't hurt. ]


Is anyone out there uncertain about whether or not you'd like to go home?

Do you feel as though Wonderland may be the lesser of two evils? That you may be better off here than where you've come from?


[ Come and discuss any doubts you have about wanting to return to your world, Wonderland. Maybe you'll make him feel better about the disaster he'll be walking back into if and when he ever goes home. ]
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(This time, when the video on Legion's device is activated, it's done so deliberately, to reveal a Geth hand holding... a tiny lop eared rabbit. After a moment, the hand moves away, to be replace by Legion's face, staring into the camera. They chatter awkwardly for a moment.)

I had been informed that the closets were capable of producing live animals. As I found these reports highly improbable, I decided to test this.

Reports verified: The closets are capable of producing live animals.

(They chatter awkwardly again.)

...I am unfamiliar with the proper procedure for caring for Earth based organic lifeforms.
failedparenting: (16: Brainstorming)
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[John decided he's just stay away from the network for a while after getting shouted down for arming children. In retrospect, he should've done a little more intensive background on the kids here, but that would've been bordering on creepy. And there's nothing wrong with guns anyway, you're all terrible.

But regardless of guns and kids, he's back today. Not with lessons, but questions, snooping like the other old farts around here love to do.]


what's magic like where you're from? does it exist? is it more fucking witches making people's teeth fall out or goddamn fairy dust and unicorns? does anyone come from a place with magic like Wonderland?

most importantly: does the magic from your world work here?
walkingheroin: (consultthemuses10)
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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.

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[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]
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Greetings, denizens of Wonderland! [Prince Gumball might not be the most frequent participant in Wonderland's various networks, but when he does choose to speak up, it's usually with something particularly interesting. As usual, he's in front of a whiteboard covered in writing.]

I woke up feeling strangely... woozy, which I'm given to understand means this event, first of all, has already started, and second of all, comes from my world. Considering nothing appears to have changed, one may suspect this is one of those events we won't truly understand until after it's over.

[He slams his hands down on the desk in front of him.]

One would suspect wrong, though. I've started a list of every strange thing that's happened over the course of my reign in the Candy Kingdom. I'll narrow it down, believe me. Just wait. Wonderland won't get the better of us this time.

I'll be certain to keep you all updated when I do. Until then, enjoy the relative calm of whatever this event is.

[ooc: replies will come from [personal profile] disaccharide!]

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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?
pararescued: (pic#10398680)
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[ It's been literally one entire day since Sam has found himself in this joke of a story. One, uno, un. However many different ways there are to say it is one too many, and that's exactly how he feels after twenty-four hours of getting turned around and trying to figure out what's what and who's who. Grunt work isn't really fun work, but it's something to do now that the rest of the world he knows has been put on hold. He's not much of a vlogger, but he sure as hell can chat it up. ]

So I guess we should get this all out in the open now. Save the small talk for later. [ Hey, what's up. ] Name's Sam Wilson. Just dropped in yesterday, so I'm still working on my land legs, but if anyone's got some info they wanna send my way-- I'm all ears. Eyes too. Willing to meet up if that's a thing people do around here. Say the word, and I'll be there.

[ Oh, right, and— ] A few more things I don't think they covered in the handout I never got, too. What's the deal with the closets and the weirdos hanging out around front? Are people actually buying what they're selling? 'Cause there's a word for that back home. [ A beat. ] And if it's really the Fourth, there's a guy I owe a few hundred birthday noogies to. Pass on the message if you see him. [ He laughs. This is so crazy. ] By the way, anyone lose their head yet, or is that just a way of pulling one over on us?

[ Nice to meet you, Wonderland. Wilson, over and out. ]
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!]
allaboutme: (i'm awash in a sea of confusion.)
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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?

Zrn...brl?


[ 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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my wardrobe has supplied me with twenty pairs of ruby slippers and an umbrella.

as much as I appreciate the sense of humor, I do wonder if anyone has a pair of sensible socks about them?

on another note, I feel the need to inform you that I have taken to spending my afternoons reading at the area of the hills, I will ever so appreciate not being stepped on. I realize a green person in the grass may yet be confusion but I'm certain your brains can manage.
pottershotter: (Nobody knows what the future holds)
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[James has been busy today, but he's been in very good spirits lately. There's an extra skip in his step and a bright smile as he goes down every single hall in the mansion and tosses a red invitation beneath every door that looks like it might have someone living behind it. It reads:

James Potter & Lily Evans
Request the honour and pleasure
of your company at their marriage on
Saturday the twentieth of June
Two thousand fifteen
at three o'clock in the afternoon
in the Gardens of Wonderland.
Reception to follow in Ballroom


He's admittedly gone a bit overboard with distributing them. In addition to slipping them under doors, he's charmed several of them to stick to the walls and doors, and there are even some strewn about communal areas like the kitchen and the tea rooms. The idea is for no one to be able to go anywhere in the mansion at all without learning the good news - that not only are James and Lily getting married, but they have a date.

At some point in the middle of distributing them, James decides to take a break and sits right down on the stairs. He sends out a message to the network, holding up one of their invitations.
]

So! You might've found one of these already, but if not I'm sure you will soon - Lily and I are getting married! In two weeks!

[He sounds like he can hardly believe it himself. He's so excited, and so happy. Happier than he's been in a few weeks even.]

I just wanted to be absolutely clear - everyone's invited. We could all use a bit of a celebration, don't you think so? And we know there's always the chance an event could come and derail things - if that's the case, the 27th will be the...err. "Rain" date, let's say. [It's not really, but everyone knows what he means.]

Anyhow, I've got to give out the rest of these. [He waves the invitations in his hand.] We hope to see you all there!

[Then he stands up and shuts the camera off, getting back to work. He can be contacted by video, or he can be found distributing more invitations all over the place.]
misstactless: (don't even think about it)
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[ By the expression she's wearing when her image appears, it's clear that she's got a few complaints to register with...well, whoever will listen, at this point. ]

Okay, you know what? I'm done. Got that? D-O-N-E.

[ You tell 'em, girl. ]

What the hell was that all about? First, we all get a nice, relaxing vacation in some open air baths--like, a complete spa weekend.

[ Don't tell her you've forgotten it already. ]

So it might have been haunted, but that's besides the point. It was about time we had something nice happen for a change. You know, after the giant skinless...giants tried to kill everyone. Which was destructive on top of being super gross. And trust me, I've seen gross.

[ She might as well be an expert at this point. ]

But go from spa weekend to winter psychotic death match? Seriously? What was that all about? Get us to put our guards down just so we play Highlander? Uh-huh. No way, Cordy is not playing that game.

[ As if by just declaring it, she can put a stop to things. Her determination should be accounted for, at least. She points an accusatory finger outwards towards the audience. ]

Don't think you can win me over with a closet that can pump out wardrobes like you've never seen. I know what you're up to. And you're not getting any of my memories for your stupid events.

[ That's right. She's refusing to forget ANYTHING. She picks up what appears to be a hardcover notebook and holds it up for display. ]

I'm starting a diary. Not just of the stuff here, but of everything that's ever happened to me. It's not like there's any point of wasting paper here, right? They can't take our memories if we record them all. And if they try to, then we can just re-remember them by going through our old things.

[ Foolproof. ]

Take that.
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Okay, look, we have a problem. I've been here for two months and I'm still not a vampire. Why did you think I was asking around? For research? There's a big opportunity here. Vampires don't have reflections. Wonderland has evil mirrors. This isn't that hard to figure out, people.

[april sighs and then heads out with the video outside her room to door of the ballpit, which now contains a new decoration.]

image under cut )

Anyway, vampires aside...[she points at the poster] If anyone sees this man/child attempting to enter the ball pit, please restrain him. I will reward you handsomely. Otherwise, the ball pit is still open to people but you may need to watch out for my new friends, Dracula, the Wolf-Man, and Van Helsing. [raccoons.] Stay cool, Wonderland.

video

May. 4th, 2015 10:44 pm
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[This was....not an event for the shy.]

[Fortunately, Brittany barely knew the meaning of the word.]

[Donning her absolute favorite
bathroom accessory--along with a lovely pair of sandals and sunglasses--the young woman appears the picture of utmost serenity and happiness.  She was even waving at the camera, shaky as it was, as she headed out into the lovely, steamy air.]

Is it hot in me, or is it just here?

[...]

[...that...may have come out wrong...]

[Or not.  Who knows with her?]


All I have to say?  Best.  Event.  Ever.

Any chance we can stay for, like, another week?  Or longer?
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[ a little while ago dean brutally murdered one demon king of hell, crowley, and hurt john blake in the process. before that, he murdered both his best friend and brother, and attacked a whole bunch of people once near and dear to him. today, thankfully, finds him doing something entirely different as dean addresses the network with a lazy smile on his face.

he’s looking way too pleased with himself, beer in hand and leaning against a familiar looking car... ]


This place is kinda morbid, right? Murders and fights and scheming going on left and right— leaves your head spinning even on a good day. So I figure I should try to shake things up a little, and offer something… uh, nicer to the public.

The female public, anyway. Here I’ve attached a collection of potential good times, so if you see your name and wanna have fun — which means get laid, for the less savvy people — then lem’me know. No strings attached, no flowers and chocolates bullshit. I’m easy like that.

[ he is a gift from god. and he promises no one will get murdered. unless they try something stupid. ]


attachment: dean's handy-dandy do list )

[ he never did say he hadn’t put down a few notes along with the names. ]

Now if you’re worried ‘cause your pretty little name ain’t on the list, fret not. If you’re easy enough on the eyes and old enough to know what fun is, get in contact.

[ s m i l e! and dean cuts the feed. ]


( ooc: note that some threads in this post might include heavy violence and/or dub-con/non-con type elements! read at your own risk. )

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Apr. 4th, 2015 06:07 pm
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[ Filtered to everyone but Dean Winchester ]

For anyone keeping a running tally of Dean Winchester's kills, I'm now among them.

He has a blade that can kill just about anything, so I would recommend staying out of his way, even if you think you're above the reach of a mere demon. That means you, archangels.

Kisses,
Crowley



[ Filtered to Sam Winchester, John Blake, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Yao, Jo Harvelle, and Castiel. ]

We have to do something. Two ideas.

1. I cut off his arm and see if it makes a difference.
2. I have a brain slug in a jar that would incapacitate him as long as it remained on his head.

I suspect you'll all prefer #2, won't you?



[ Filtered to John Blake ]

Call me when you revive. I can't find the dog.
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[When he closes his eyes, it's for a catnap on the canapé in his cabin, between his shifts at the helm. The storm the night before had left the whole crew with very little sleep and he suspects he isn't the only one that will be catching a few moments while they can, but for now, Cotton has it for eight bells unless something unthinkable should happen.

When he opens them, it's most certainly not the ceiling of his cabin he finds himself looking at, and most certainly not his canapé he's reclining on. Instead, the sunlight filtering through above his head is far too clear and clean and bright to come through the panes of whorled glass in the cabin. The air is filled with the papery smell of books, and when he sits up, both booted feet hitting the floor, he realizes because it's some sort of library.

A thorough search of the room leads him to a pamphlet, the pamphlet leads to to his heart rate slowing to something more its customary pace, and the lack of hearing his own thunderous pulse pounding through his head - along with the unclenching of his stomach, where it's turned into a hot ball of dread sitting heavy and hard - leads to him thinking far more clearly, and he becomes aware of a weight sitting in his waistcoat pocket. From it, he withdraws nothing but a black rectangle, and for a long while, he simply stays where he is, perched on the edge of a couch to move at a moment's notice - if need be - and puzzles it out. It is, of course, like nothing he's ever seen, and experimenting leads him to a nonsensical series of moving images and voices that, once he pays attention, are nothing so much as questions he himself has been asking silently to nothing but dead air since the pamphlet, though perhaps phrased in a way that at first makes it seem like so much garbling.

And that's how he ends up here, on the network, after much trial and error and realizing he, too, can somehow shout out into the void and hope that perhaps he isn't alone, despite the worry he isn't. The pamphlet itself has been clear enough, but that doesn't mean it is enough. Not enough to explain why he's here, when he should be in the cabin of the Pearl. His expression is open enough, touched with slight apprehension, and it rings genuine, despite the fact that he's been sitting here for at least an hour, composing his message in his head and schooling his face to be just so.]


I find meself at a bit of a loss, as I understand it be fairly pointless to demand to go home. [For now.] And this Wonderland nonsense means not to me. [It wasn't a location on the map...He doesn't think, damn Jack Sparrow's hide.]

So, p'raps in the interest of sating me curiosity...Be there something I am supposed to be doing, then, other than bringing up the general class this place has so thoughtlessly left out.

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[one moment, she'd been exploring the rooms of their creepy new house discussing how sad it was that they had to ditch it in favor moving to DC (would they find a better one? could anything possibly be this perfect?) when she'd walked into a closet and came out the other side. Only, the otherside of the closet was Wonderland. While the new room looks actually suited to April's taste the real world doesn't work like this.

She notices the phone in her pocket and notices the access to the network pretty quickly (hello, 2017 technology) so the network is soon greeted with a video post by none other than yours truly, April Ludgate-Dwyer. Who still isn't convinced that she isn't drunk.]


Hello, "Network," I am your new Overlord, April. I will be kind to my subjects who are bountiful in wisdom and candy and those who are not will have their heads cut off. I shall require a monthly fealty of virgins, who will be delivered to me in the basement of this not-so-creepy house or you will face my great and terrible wrath.

[April makes something that's a cross between jazz hands and a jellyfish motion into the camera.]

My first command is that you tell me everything about the previous gods you worshiped so that I may crush them, and also the weaknesses of this house and its vulnerabilities.

[distracted, she takes another look around the room and while not much is visible from the camera but what is looks like someone raided a halloween shop on the day after halloween for some sweet, sweet and terrible combed over deals.]

And, uh, tell me why the closet to Narina is only one way.
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[When the feed begins, the Once-ler is sitting inside the old greenhouse, bundled up in his pink Thneed scarf and long gloves. More specifically, he's sitting in front of what looks like a rudimentary heating system as the whole thing starts to kick in. The greenhouse hasn't been used in an actually greenhouse in...

...Actually, the Once-ler can't remember anyone using it as a greenhouse, ever. Which means it's been literal years since anyone was using it for what it was supposed to be used for. After spying on the place for months until he was pretty sure no one was using it anymore, the Once-ler decided to do something about that. For...practice, for a thing. He's spent the last couple of days cleaning the place out so he can start from scratch, and getting rid of all the other abandoned projects from years past, and now that there's room today's project was the important one - fixing the heat. It took forever (and some of the new pipe work looks positively Seussian, with seemingly unnecessary bends and turns) but it works and it vents out correctly and sitting in front of it and letting the warm air blow over him feels pretty great.

But this isn't an accidental post. No, this is intentional - he has something to ask. He debates how for a while, but he eventually just spits it out.
]

So...spring's coming soon. Anyone know anything about, uh. ...Gardening, by any chance?

[Not for any particular reason of course. Nope.

He ends the transmission there, but he'll be out in the greenhouse most of the day, fixing the lighting and trying to set up any other hardware things. Other times he'll have his nose in a gardening book or be sketching out blueprints on a comically over-sized notepad, but at least it'll start warming up now if he gets any visitors.
]
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[ Lana had felt constricted in the mansion today for some reason. So she'd decided to go out flying. She could only go so far, but it made her feel better all the same. She blasted herself up out over the beach, enjoying the way the wind blew through the long coat of her Bombshell costume.

Everything was fine until she headed back to the mansion. She lands on the roof and is about to head for the stairs when she steps in something and slips. Is that... blood?

She runs, following the trail of blood, then gasps when she sees a body. A body that she knows. She pulls her cell out from inside her costume and fumbles with it for a second, hands shaking, before finally recording a message. ]


This is L-- this is Bombshell. I'm on the roof, and I found a-a body. [ Deep breaths, Lana. ] Billy... Wiccan is dead.

Please, I don't know what to do!

[ She ends the recording and hits Send, then kneels, still shaking, by Billy's body to wait. ]

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