Video

Jul. 19th, 2017 09:30 pm
doorkey: ([Raincoat] Contrary)
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Well, it's official!  [Sighs a small girl dramatically. The view from her camera angles up from where she's flopped on her back in bed, showing the edge of lime green shortalls, a pair of skinned knees, and bare toes painted glossy blue with sparkles, ankles crossed and leaning up against her bedpost.] After days of hunkering down in closets hiding from zombies, and things finally getting back to normal, I've run out of cool stuff to do.

Coraline Jones has got herself a baaaad case of the ol'  humdrum, midsummer blues!

But! There might be hope for me, if some of you can help!  [She wiggles her toes hopefully, spinning the camera around to face her and holding it up overhead, smiling.]

My father always used to tell me that whenever I got bored, I should try and learn something new- teach myself from a book or a magazine, or a television program or something?

But... I think it would be much more fun to have my neighbors teach me... so if you're the expert of something useful, or you know some neat crafts or unusual hobbies, or a not-disgusting recipe (I'm serious about that, folks! Tasty stuff only!), or new game, or a fun making-things project, or... something to send me on a snipe hunt for, puh-leeeease, please please get in touch?

Thanks in advance! 

► voice.

Jul. 19th, 2017 05:12 pm
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[ the last event was rough, especially since kara, well. died. but there's something happening today that can help distract her from that. it gives her an excuse to be obnoxiously chipper and more than a little trolly. as such, she's grabbing the opportunity with both hands and running with it, deliberately not filtering this post away from anyone. ]

So today happens to be a certain someone from my home world's Sweet Sixteen. Now, I don't know much about Terran birthday customs, [ this is a lie. this is a big, fat lie and anyone is more than welcome to call her out on it. ] but I've heard about traditions involving birthday punches and birthday spankings? That seems a little extreme to me, and I've got super strength so I don't think I could do that.

Anyone have better ideas for how to celebrate? I was thinking cake to the face. I know pie is traditional for that sort of thing, but it seems like a waste of good pie.

[ giving a bat warning might be a bad idea. but she's got superspeed and even if the caking (or whatever suggestion she ends up going for) doesn't work, getting some crazy answers should be fun. ]

01: Video

Jul. 18th, 2017 08:55 pm
suspense_kills_me: (Look Up talking)
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[After the slightest bit of fumbling, Red appears on the screen, dressed in his customary three piece suit and Fedora. He has an extremely important question, after, of course, the customary introduction. It's only polite]

Good afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Raymond Reddington.

[The introduction, like his wardrobe, is just slightly over the top. Other than that, he seems completely at ease, like winding up in Wonderland is just another day for him.]

While I have to commend our hosts on the accommodations, it seems as though the food and drink leaves something to be desired. Does anyone know where to get an above average chocolate chip cookie? I’m having a hell of a time locating one that doesn’t taste like the packaging it comes in. A good scotch wouldn't go unappreciated either.
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[There's a fair amount of bustling being done on the part of the Twins in the vicinity of the kitchen's freezer. Both of them have their heads half inside of it, and Tweedledee is shoveling things out onto the floor with both hands.]

I know I put them in here.

Sometime in January, wasn't it?

Yes. And I wrote our names on them so that no one would take them.



[A ham, several cartons of ice cream, and several bags of peas hit the floor and Tweedledum shunts them aside with one foot. It isn't until several moments, with a cry of victory, that the two emerge with several bags of snowballs each clearly marked "T AND T".]

Isn't it a little early for them though?

Nohow! This is just what we need right now. A good old fashioned snow day.

[Satisfied, the two of them flee the kitchen, leaving the behind the mess and the freezer gaping open.]

video

May. 29th, 2017 09:27 am
fancylad: (to forgive and forget)
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[A bright eyed eleven-year-old appears on the network, along with his politest smile. He gives a little wave, then clears his throat. Though he's not someone anyone would have seen before, being a new arrival, he doesn't look all that lost. In fact, with his little fancyboy clothes, he's clearly trying to give off a good impression.]

Hello, sirs and madams and, um, everyone else! I am Angus McDonald, my world's greatest detective. I've already done my part investigating Wonderland and its many, um, I guess you could call them features, but I thought I might like to interview some people. To, um, get a better idea of the details within the big picture. I just have a few questions to start:

Number one, who is the person who has been here the longest, and how long have they been here? Also, has anyone left that was here even longer than them? Lastly, my information on the Mirror side is lacking. Could I speak to anyone that has been over there?

[He gives a big cheesy grin to sign off.]

If anyone has any other interesting information that might help crack-- crack this place wide open, um, feel free to offer it! That is all! Thank you!

Audio

May. 24th, 2017 10:22 am
singloversing: Into the Ocean - Blue October (Let the rain of what I feel right now)
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Um...Hi. Wirt here. I-I have a quick question?

[Video is too much pressure for just a quick, awkward question, so it's just Wirt's stammering voice today.]

So, like. A-A lot of us got robbed, right? That wasn't just me? A-And that's definitely happened before, another time they crossed over, so like...

[Deep breath. You can do this, Wirt.]

...What do they do with all our stuff? Does anyone know? Is there just like, a pile of it over there like a very strange dragon hoard or something?
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We're already in some magical land that makes our dreams come true - mostly the bad ones - so let's think about the impossible some more.

[Leonard may be calling it "impossible" mostly to heckle one specific Brit, given he's travelled through time himself, but maybe it will also flush out other time travellers. May be interesting.]

If you could travel to any point in history, where and when would you go, and why?

Also, if you could travel to any point in your own personal history, your lifetime... Same questions.

Would you try to change anything?


[He has experience with trying and the resulting failure too.]

Text

May. 3rd, 2017 06:07 pm
naughty_nurse: (Fell Like A Net)
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Hello, everyone. I'm sorry to be bothering you, you don't have to listen if you don't want to, it's not really important.

For any newcomers, my name is Mikan Tsumiki, and welcome to Wonderland.

I've been trying to work on a few issues I have, and I think one of the things that might help is the word "normal". I want to become more like a normal teenage girl. Normal teenage girls don't apologize for everything, and they don't cry over everything, and they don't need to be useful all the time.

All worlds are different, though, so one person's normal might be different than another. But that's okay! I want to try all options.


So, if you could please finish this sentence - "A normal teenage girl____"
didntknowbest: (I will guide you through the Ruins)
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Greetings! This is Toriel.

So, I have been keeping an eye on the calendar, and I believe that Frisk's birthday is later this month! The date is, ah... rather vivid, in my memory.

As I am sure anyone that was there will remember, I. Somewhat put a damper on their party, last time. It has been something which I regretted deeply, and so I was thinking that perhaps we could throw them another party? One that will not have any unfortunate interruptions.

This may be a bit early for this, really, but I wish to be certain that everyone is given ample time to prepare, and come up with ideas!

What do you think?
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[Mettaton’s videos don’t seem to be up to their usual standards this morning. For one, the recording seems to have been started without his acknowledgement- seeing as it isn’t focused on his face or even his fabulous legs- and two, the once pinkish hue of his lights were now saturated to an ethereal gold instead; a yellow color rather more associated with well…]

“OH. YOU’RE STILL HERE…”

[The owner of that voice. The robot, ‘Mettaton,’ stops his trek midwalk as the yellow lights flicker back to their trademark magenta.]

"Of course I’m still here, you utter beast! This is my body! It’s not yours!"

[This is vile. It feels vile. He can feel his body moving but it’s not by his wishes, his will, and he simultaneously feels disconnected and painfully present.]

“WHOA-HO didn’t take LONG to get on YOUR BAD SIDE, DID IT? Come on METTs, Is that any way to GREET someone BACK from the DEAD? I thought YOU WANTED to help me SHAKE THINGS up!” [The lights flash back to yellow, and Bill’s jovial tone drops flat.] “YOU DON’T LIKE IT, DON’T STAY. In a FEW HOURS it won’t MATTER ANYWAY."

[Mettaton’s SOUL lets out a pulse of anger, something he knows that Bill can feel inside this body. One of his (and it is undoubtedly his hands, not Bill’s, never Bill’s) hands clench in reaction to it, a whirring stirring up in his gears that settles down quickly.]

Don’t stay? Don’t stay!? You’re an idiot if you think that I will relinquish any hold on MY body to YOU. To think there was even a moment where I worried about you when you disappeared! I truly am a weak fool.

[Just like he always suspected about himself, huh? If he had never cared for anyone other than himself, maybe this would have been easier to repel. Maybe he never would have talked to Bill in the first place. Besides, even if Mettaton did want to let go or leave for whatever reason, he knows he couldn’t. His magic, his essence, his very soul keeps him tied to this body and its forms. It would take a lot more than this to boot him out if it could happen at all. But… what was that last bit?]

What do you mean it won’t matter? What are you planning to do?

"This isn’t the KIND of dimension that SHAPES up, instead it SHAPES “US." WONDERLAND thought it could SWALLOW ME, well I'm THROUGH with PLAYING its GAME! WITH this form's DESTRUCTIVE TALENTS and my ENDLESS SOURCE of PURE ENERGY we’ll level this CARDHOUSE! ONCE I COLLAPSE that RABBIT HOLE and GET to the HEART of this OPERATION, this DIMENSION FALLS and it's TAKING EVERYTHING with it!"

[No more bizarre emotions! No more threats to his psyche! The eyes of the shared form flicker to notice the camera at last.]

"WELL WOULD YA LOOK AT THAT?.. SEEMS you GET TO GIVE a FINALE PERFORMANCE after all. WHADDIYA SAY give em a SHOW to END ALL SHOWS."

OOC: All right friends; Yes, Mettaton just got his body stolen by Bill Cipher. Yes, Bill Cipher just threatened to destroy Wonderland. Lucky for you,  MTT will succeed in kicking Bill out in a closed thread.  Replying will get you one or both of your esteemed hosts. Have Fun~
rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry: (leans against sound board)
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[The video is posted in the dead of the night. It opens to wonderland's resident ghost monster, fiddling with the camera the screen turns black, falling forward]

oh...

[the camera is lifted and wedged more tightly into position, but the ghost is horrifically out of focus]

hi, um.... this is napstablook... um...

i wrote a song about a month or two ago and i've been working on it for a while.... i was thinking....

um... i finished it if you want to listen... uh, click away if you don't, that's fine too....

[they hit a few buttons on their computer, and the song begins to play, with haunting, not quite vague lyrics.]

it's um... it's still a little rough but um yeah... there it is...

those amazing sound effects were gathered by miss coralinejones, aren't they great?

anyway, thank you for your time..... um... let me know what you think....um...

sorry...

[the video feed cuts out abruptly]
doorkey: ([Raincoat] Front Porch)
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[There's a familiar pair of rainboots and thick, colorfully pattered leggings, stripey legwarmers. Lots of squishy, muddy grass, still covered in patches of slushy snow. Coraline Jones is out strolling in the bleary weather, and sighs, grumbling.]

 Every year, I wish spring would just go ahead and really spring already. [She kicks in frustration at a pile of dirty slush, sending up a wet spray toward the garden flowerbeds.]

I guess it happens just like in the book, right? The card soldiers come and paint the roses red? But then what about all the other flowers?

They come up too, sooner or later... but it's kind of funny, I've never seen anybody planting them. [She wonders aloud thoughtfully, perhaps just longing for someone-anyone to talk to. Dustin's gone away, and she's restless as heck!] My dad writes for gardening catalogs and stuff, so I know how it's supposed to go. You'd put the bulbs down in the fall, and after the last snow melts, they all start to pop up. Crocuses, then daffodils, then tulips...

[She tilts the camera up wistfully, panning over the early-spring grounds. It looks like a really excellent season for mud pies, out here.]


My parents promised we'd plant something soon, at the new house, but I could be waiting around here for that to happen forever.

So what do you think? I want to start a part of the gardens that's just for me. With snapdragons and lupines and lots of pretty, colorful stuff. It's probably already too late to get started, but without a good project to start on, I think I might go a little nuts waiting for the weather to turn nice.

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The camera opens to view one (1) Asgore Dreemurr, looking very large and goatly and like some sort of “he’s gonna make it after all, maybe” divorced goatman. He appears to be in a kitchenette or perhaps even a full kitchen. There’s some countertops and cupboards and other assorted kitchen accoutrements.

Is this… yes, this is on, hello,” he says into the camera. “I am Asgore Dreemurr and today I am doing a Let Us Play that shows you how to make a delicious Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich, which I feel is an easy meal that nearly anyone can make. I am being helped today by the Underground’s most popular TV cooking host, Mettaton.” He looks over at his gracious co-host, like a not-yet-drunk Kathie Lee would look over at a just-starting-to-get-buzzed Hoda.

Mettaton, for his part, looks the perfect picture of bedazzled cooking host, complete with signature chef’s hat embroidered with a glittering gold MTT and matching apron. There is not a hair out of place on his robotic head and his grin is dazzling as he addresses the camera.
It keeps happening )
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[The screen is a blur of flurried movement, and whatever that sound is, it's high pitched and distorted. Evidently, someone is shaking their device. When it finally stills, Greg's staring in, face flush with excitement, panting from happy screeching.]

THIS IS THE BEST EVENT I'VE EVER SEEN! WHO WANTS TO BE MY BEST FRIENDS?!

[Welcome to Kidland, population a bunch of kids and multidogs who are all BEST. FRIENDS.]
determinedest: (* We can go and see the real stars now.)
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[This kid's been busy, it turns out. Very busy. It's Valentine's Day, as most everyone is in all likelihood well aware, and for the first few moments of the broadcast, they appear to be quite busy with something, tongue stuck between their teeth, brow furrowed with concentration.

Eventually they glance up, however, and hold up a simple heart cut out of red construction paper. They appear to have been in the process of drawing myriad swirls along the edges. They were going for something reminiscent of a lace pattern, but results are...inconclusive.]


If anyone needs valentines, I made... [A brief pause, and they duck out of sight, only to return with an armful of hearts of every color in the rainbow.] I, um, I have a lot extra.

[But that's just the first purpose of their broadcast. The second is something they've been hard at work on for some time. A combination of careful observation, idle speculation, and wheedling questions has yielded some interesting results, and it's about time those were documented.]

And there's something else, too.

[For a brief moment, they form a fingergun with their free hand, one maroon eye winking shut in a gesture that was, in all likelihood, meant to emerge as flirtatious but simply ends up comically overexaggerated. And then...then they upload the file.]


OFFICIAL WONDERLAND COUPLES

TORIEL + MISS SHEPARD = MOM SQUAD
JAMES + LILY = HAPPILY MARRIED
ALPHYS + UNDYNE = FISHY LOVE
METTATON + CARDBOARD CUTOUT OF HIMSELF = LOVE YOURSELF
QUEEN OF HEARTS + FINDING SOME CHILL = FROZEN HEART
DUCHESS + HER HEAD = BUSY NECKING
ALPHYS + STANFORD PINES = CHEMISTRY TOGETHER
HENRY MILLS + MABEL PINES = FAIRY TALES DO COME TRUE
SANS + A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP = SWEET DREAMING
KURT WELLER + JANE DOE = FORGOTTEN LOVE
FRISK + EVERYONE = THE FRIEND ZONE
ELENA GILBERT + DAMON SALVATORE = EPIC LOVE STORY
QUEEN OF HEARTS + THE DUCHESS = FEEL THE TENSION
BONNIE BENNETT + PETER PARKER = YOLKING AROUND
DIPPER PINES + CLEMENTINE = UNDEAD MYSTERIES
SARAH WELLER + RAY PALMER = SWEET SCIENCE

[And yes, they will very much be monitoring any and all chatter that goes on within, so they may update their couples list accordingly. Go hog wild, Wonderland.]
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[There's sound coming through, but it's breathing sounds. Very, very relieved-sounding breathing sounds. And then, a few seconds later, a child's voice pipes up.]

Gotta question. Other than th' obvious "What is this place?", why is it floodin' in this place?

[She'd appeared right in the hallway, underwater, and in a panic managed to find herself in an empty bedroom.]

An' where is everyone? What kinda game is this?

[It may not seem obvious at first, but she doesn't even realize she's got the device on, in her panic. She's merely talking to herself.]
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Hey Wonderland.

[Jolyne's here today looking like she has something very important to ask. Also, she looks a little concerned. The reason for it isn't going to stay a secret for very long though, no need to worry about that one.]

Assuming everybody heard the cat talking about...whatever the fuck that's about, but uh, anyone know if it started early?

[This might be a dumb question, she doesn't think events work that way, but...]

I know it was talking about water and stuff like that, and not this, but I went to check on my uncle and he wasn't in his room, but there was a bear in there. Like an actual, honest to god bear. He didn't seem to want honey or hang with Piglet either.

[Admittedly she kind of panicked, so if anybody heard someone screaming in the second floor hallway earlier today, that was why.]

So is there an event going on or seriously, why the fuck is there a fucking bear in my uncle's room? And please tell me it didn't eat him. I'm not in the mood to deal with that shit right now.
alphyswhatsabara: (Mr. Dad Guy)
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::The video feed opens to show a smiling Asgore looking into the camera.::

Hello, everyone. I was talking with Sans the other day and he told me that on the internet, which is something I do not know very much about, that people do things that are called "Let Us Plays" and that the "Let Us Players" will play a game and have a nice chat, and that people like to watch them. And so I thought to myself that it would be a fun idea for me to try to do a "Let Us Play" with a game here for you all, since there is no Internet here.

::The camera pans out a bit more so that it's more than just Asgore's face, it's all of his upper body, swathed mightily in a lavender colored tank top and pink short sleeved-shirt combo; it's very fashionable.::

I asked the closet to give me a fun game and I got this!

::He proudly holds up a book of Sudoku puzzles.::

So, I think that I will start to play one of these Sud-oku games. I did a couple on my own to practice so that I know what I am doing.

::What follows is a ten minute video of Asgore reading numbers, counting things, giving life tips for brewing cups of tea, a story about a particularly difficult bush that he's had to prune, an anecdote about a weight lifting belt snapping in the middle of a deadlift, a couple of minor mistakes and some erasing, and at least three really bad puns. He helpfully moves the camera to focus on the sudoku but sometimes he picks it up and looks into it to make sure that it's still running, and then puts it back on the writing numbers action.::

::Eventually, he finishes it successfully.::

Oh, there we go, I guess I'm done. All of the columns and rows and boxes have all of the numbers from one to nine in them. I think it was very diverting. If anyone else has any games that they would like to see me play, or if you would like to see more Sud-oku videos please let me know. Like comment subscribe click the link to donate to my Patreon if you want to see more videos
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[Tim clears his throat awkwardly and pushes his glasses up his nose. He smiles for the camera, but it doesn’t actually make him look any less uncomfortable.]

Uh. Hi, everyone. I have to admit, when I woke up this morning, I definitely didn’t expect to be anyplace like this. I mean, Wonderland? It’s kind of hard to believe it’s real, you know?

[He pauses and then laughs a little awkwardly.]

Uh. Well. Obviously you do know. Since you’re all here, and I doubt very many of you came from Carroll’s storybook.

Anyway, hi. I’m Tim Drake--from Gotham, if that means anything to anyone. I… hope it will be nice to meet you.

[He says like he hasn't been reading as much as possible about everyone on his phone-computer thing before actually announcing himself to the network.]
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[ When Coraline wakes up, peeks outside her door and sees that the halls are decked in fluffy white garlands, she knows that Christmastime has finally caught up with the mansion. It's still fairly quiet at this hour of the morning, and she's positively gleeful to have that first taste of holiday magic all to herself for a little while. The decorations are awfully classy this year, all shimmering white, even if it seems an omen for long winter to come.

Pleased as punch, and very much in the spirit of things, she practically skips back to her closet and rummages around just beyond the halloween costumes and a collection of fall sweaters and heavier jackets for lilac tights, a leotard from events long past, and a fluffy ballerina's tutu with a hairpiece wreath of candied plums and frosted flowers. There are slippers somewhere amid the collection of boots, she just needs to dig them out...

Then, after she's changed, Coraline snatches up a wind up music box snowglobe from the shelf just above, and hurries downstairs to the empty ballroom.

Today, all the late risers will get to wake up to a gentle, familiar tinkling melody coming from their various message devices, and video taken from a chair propped up at the far corner of the ballroom. The music box must be settled closeby, because it covers up most of her humming-along, even though the empty ballroom carries a magnificent echo.

Because her mother's never had patience or time to sign her up for dancing school lessons, Coraline's never actually been trained for ballet, aside from a few glorious days at Gold Crown Academy, years ago.

But she's seen The Nutcracker broadcasted plenty of times on television before, and once in a live theatre for a school field trip. She knows just enough to flounce around pretending, pitching herself into freeform movement, eyes shut as she twirls, tip-toe leaping around the floor with her feet turned out, and splaying her arms through various poses in her very best amateur imitation of a prima ballerina's grace.]
shrinkage: 014 let's do this one last time (unsure;afraid;hesitant)
[personal profile] shrinkage
Hey, Wonderla--

[ just as he starts to talk, ray has to dodge. and then dive. and then dip-- oh, you get it. ]

OK so first off Happy Thanksgi~iving!

[ more dodging! ]

Secondly, I had planned to talk about the holiday, which is an annual tradition about being grateful and celebrating family and-- [ another dive-- this is never ending... ] And invite those of you who might not know about it or celebrate to come and maybe add a tradition or bring your favorite comfort foo--

[ this time, ray gives an indelicate yelp and hits the floor, where now it's easy to see that he's in the ballroom, mid-setup for a big old family style dinner. but it looks like it's-- snowing? ]

But when I asked for extra marshmallows on the sweet potatoes, I guess the mansion took it to heart. So now I'm hoping someone could come and convince them to stop pelting me? And then we could all sit down and have a nice dinner togeth-- yah! Bring a shovel!

video

Nov. 1st, 2016 09:27 am
agentxthirteen: (11: stand tall)
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Last month I discussed a training mission for Steve Rogers with several people in Wonderland. I'm now putting the training mission into effect. Everyone who has a role to play, please get ready.

Everyone who isn't participating, please bear with us. This mission is meant to sharpening Steve's spy skills, so he may not know if you're participating or not. The pretense of the training mission is that he's stranded in an enemy outpost, which means he may treat you as if you might be an enemy agent. Feel free to play it however you like. This is an assessment of Steve's skills, no one else's.

Steve, please see me in my room.
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 [when the camera comes on, the world is treated to a close up of Peridot's face.]

So that event was a complete nightmare, like almost all of them, but something good did come out of it. Look!

[she pulls back the camera to showcase that her bodysuit now looks more like
this.] It's official! I'm a real Crystal Gem now. It took me a few days to decide how I wanted to reconfigure my appearance modifiers after my form was destabilized, but I think I have it just the way I want it.

[she's so excited that she doesn't seem to care that (a. barely anyone will know what she's talking about and (b. that her bodysuit didn't even change THAT MUCH.

in the middle of her preening, there's a chittering sound and a flutter of wings and Peridot looks up abruptly.]
....Oh that reminds me. 

[she moves the camera so it's pointing at a cluster of bats that are taking up residents in the rafters of her barn-room. she lowers her voice conspiratorially.] These weird featherless birds won't stop following me. [she turns the camera to face her again- extreme close up style] How do I make them go away? I've tried everything! I've even thrown rocks at them, and they just won't leave.
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[ Obviously a wrong turn was taken here somewhere, because as far as Rick knows, he was just in the middle of storming away from a campsite and heading for the woods. There's still woods here, of course, but it's not the woods he remembers last seeing.

In his experience, people don't just start walking in one direction only to wind up in another location entirely. So there's that particular problem to sort out. The other problem is figuring out where he is, who (and what) is around, and whether any of them can be trusted. It's not really ideal, using the phone that he's been given, because who knows who might be listening on the other end? But on the other hand, he doesn't have a lot of options here, so Rick pauses by a tree, fishes out the phone, and presses a button to turn it on. ]


Hey.

[ It's the first word that comes out, but it's not the one he meant to say. He's not sure what to say, really, so he starts commenting about the phone. ]

How did you get this to work, anyway? We've tried before, tried with anything we had left or just came across, but they didn't work. Nothing works, not really. Not anymore.

[ Cars and things like that, of course, but not electronics. ]

And while we're talking about it, anyone know where we are?

[ Oh, he's read the brochure, of course. All that did is raise more questions. ]

Just saying we're in Wonderland isn't really all that specific, you know? And even if you don't know where this really is, it's just- Strange, 'cause last time I checked, I was with a group of people in Georgia.

[ Speaking of that, he decides to at least ask, thinking no harm will come of it. ]

One more question: anyone seen a woman named Lori or a boy named Carl?
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[Mettaton can be seen lounging on his king-sized bed when the video turns on, looking pleasant but also a tiny bit irritated.]

Hello there, Wonderland! It's been awhile since I've posted to the Network and for that I apologize! I know you all must have missed seeing my beautiful face. ♥

But! Moving on, I have two things to say:

1! To all of my friends who VICIOUSLY attacked me last event (you know who you are): thanks! I enjoyed it! Really!

[The sarcasm in his voice is practically dripping.]

2, in better news, I will be having a performance this upcoming Halloween night to help clear the air after that whole Neverland business! I'll be putting up flyers for it soon as I prepare. Naturally it will have candy and tricks and treats and all of the sorts of goodies you’d expect out of a Halloween performance and party!

Feel free to arrive in costume and dance the night away on the spookiest night of the year! If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask! I want to make sure you all know exactly what is up.
Ta ta for now, Wonderland~!

[With a flirtatious wink, Mettaton cuts off the feed.]
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[ There was something incredibly disconcerting about this place, the way it seemed to lull people into a false sense of security only to repeatedly rip the rug out from under their feet... Or at least that's the feeling she was getting after experiencing her first event. While some people might have the wherewithal to plan ahead, she had a feeling not everyone had that instinct. At least, while they had their wits about them. She doesn't think of it as an insult, more speaking to people's lives and the fact that they aren't fighting for extra ration cards to make it through the week. And that was where she wanted to come in, call it karmic retribution. Besides, she'd had her downtime to catch up and feel down about the whole being dead thing. If she sat around any longer, she'd start to get twitchy. ]

For those of you who don't know me, name's Tess. I'm a -- [ How to describe herself without digging into too much shit. Ah, fuck it. ] -- friend of Ellie and Joel's. Haven't been here long, but from what I've found I think I might be able to offer some assistance in preparing for some of the worst-case scenarios. [ A beat. ] I'm not talking self-defense or anything along those lines, I'm a shitty teacher and I ain't got the patience for that. I deal... [ No. No. That's not right. There's a minute shift in her expression, clearing her throat before correcting herself and carrying on. ] -- dealt in supplies, helping people get to the next day so they couldn't get fucked over by the military or a firefly. If the closets stop workin' like it seems they have in the past, wouldn't be a bad idea to have a few rooms throughout the mansion dedicated to survival supplies.

[ Hard to turn off survival paranoia when it's been her life for about 20 years. ]

Figure I'll start puttin' together a few lists of things and pick out rooms based on accessibility, spread 'em out. Open to suggestions on both fronts as well as the best way to keep weapons and drugs locked up when not in use, but easy to access in an emergency. [ Because she has no intentions of using the magical properties of Wonderland to fill the rooms. No, this was gonna be done as close to the old fashioned way as possible - filling bare shelves one item at a time. The best way to keep stock of exactly how much of everything she had. Also, she also had no intentions of leaving weapons and narcotics within kid's reach. Again, this wasn't home and she couldn't play by the same set of rules as before, she didn't need more blood on her hands of someone getting into something even if they could get it for themselves from the closet. ] Since it's my idea, I'll take on the responsibility of maintaining them. It'll keep me busy if nothin' else. I've already got a few snags I know I'll need to work out, so those who might be like-minded and have a minute are more than welcome to toss around a few ideas when it comes to keeping this place from throwing too many wrenches in my plan.

[ And with that, she cuts the feed - pen, paper, and a glass of scotch in front of her with a few things already jotted down. ]
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[Sans is lying on his unmade bed and is barely even in the frame. Most of the frame is filled by the black cat with a bent ear, curled up and dozing on Sans's chest. 4 is purring like a small motorboat.]

so it's official. been here a year now.

[Sans blows a party horn. Fweeeet.]

thinkin' i'm gonna just stay indoors for the next forever. you know, enjoy pillows and beds and free food while it lasts. gotta admit, i'm getting pretty tired of waking up in random wilderness, heh.

[And boy howdy, was this one a doozy or what?! Yeah, wow, haha.]

you know, i wouldn't mind if the next one made us all old people. be a nice change of pace. being old sounds pretty okay.

[He's been a kid enough for several lifetimes at this point, but he'll never get to be old. He's always known that much.]

[He blows the party horn again. 4 flicks an ear. Sans cuts the feed.]

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Oct. 21st, 2016 05:55 am
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[ Well.

This is unfortunate.

If Henry could have never stepped foot on Neverland again, that would have been just fine. How does this place go from something awesome like Hogwarts to terrifying perma-dark terror island so easily? At least the knows this time, and after realizing some adults have gone completely haywire and turned into Lost Boys Ones, and some people haven't, he decides he has to address the people who are still logical and have devices. Technically speaking, this could be his mom's memories, but he's guessing waking up in Skull Rock A.K.A. The Place He Ripped Out His Heart That One Time means this is all on him. ]


So, we're in Neverland. From my memories.

I'm really sorry.

[ At least he had no control over this one. THIS IS NOT HIS FAULT. ]

You probably noticed some adults are now kids, like my age-ish. That's because now they're Wonderland's Neverland version of Lost Boys. It was just boys who felt unloved who turned into them before. [ Let's ignore that this means he momentarily turned into one. ] But I guess if people ever felt that way in their lives, now it means they're reverting back to kids. And they're violent. They don't care about anything. Peter Pan is evil, at least he is in this version. He was here, in Wonderland, a couple years ago. Maybe you remember him?

If you get hurt by any arrows or knives or prick your finger on a thorn, it's...that's bad. Dreamshade is a poison and just about anything that can be a weapon is laced with it. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry.

[ He doesn't know about the magic healing water so people might have to go to Regina for that, or discover it on their own and the fact that once you drink the water and are healed, can't move very far away from it or you'll die. ]

Pan likes tricks, and so this place is full of them. You might...see people who aren't really here. If you can, stay in big groups and don't wander into the jungle alone.

[ He managed to poof himself out of Skull Rock and onto the beach so that the water is his background. What's that just behind his shoulder? A mermaid appears briefly, then ducks back under the waves. ]

Hopefully, this won't last as long as the last two events...

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