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Aug. 28th, 2017 02:49 pm
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--there we go!

( the feed opens up to just his face, a satisfied grin plastered across his mouth now that he sees that he did, in fact, get this thing to work. it doesn't quite reach his eyes, though; they're a bit red, definitely swollen. don't judge him. )

Hi! My name’s Jon Kent. I’m looking for my mom and dad. My dad’s name is Clark, and my mom is Lois. My dad looks a lot like me, just bigger? My mom has brown hair. I’m sure they’re fine, but I haven’t been able to find them yet.

( the grin shifts into something a bit more sheepish, free hand raising to adjust the big, bulky glasses sitting on his nose. )

And uh. . how do I know which room’s mine? Why are there ogres outside--?

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Jul. 24th, 2017 01:56 pm
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[A teenager with long, reddish hair and amber-colored eyes considers the camera, adjusting a few note-cards he made as he thought things through]

Hi, everyone. Wonderlanders or whatever you call yourselves, Obviously this is my first time doing this kind of thing. Hell, the last time I was talking to a camera, it was to record my own eulogy after I’d been shot.

In the knee, it wasn’t really that serious or anything. But that kind of thing does make you wonder. Maybe this is the place for that. Wondering.

[A small, awkward chuckle.]

I’m just hoping someone out there sees this, and can lend the poor noob a hand. Because, prison or nexus dimension or whatever, this place sure seems strange, even by my standards. And, um, yeah, I spent my childhood in a VR chamber because I wasn’t able to interact with the rest of the world very well.

Oh, oops, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Bart. Bart Allen. It’s short for Bartholomew, and I wanted to be different. It’s not the worst nickname in the world. I have a friend who has to go by ‘Gates’ because his name’s pretty much impossible to pronounce without insectoid mandibles.

► 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. ]

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Jul. 18th, 2017 08:44 pm
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Right, here's the thing - I need a nerd. A geek. A smart guy. Or girl, whatever. I ain't overly picky.

[He shrugs his shoulders, casual as anything, taking a long sip of his beer. Sara may have told him this was not the best method to catch himself a genius but given the chance of there being some hanging around this joint, he thinks it's the perfect way. When in doubt, post an ad.]

This guy I know got brainwashed into being the king of dicks and I'm getting kind of sick of his shit so I need someone who'd be able to do some sci-fi sciencey stuff on his head. I have a vague idea how to do it but I just can't remember the details. [He's pretty much forgotten how they originally did it back home but he can unhelpfully offer vague information and a beer while you work. A+ service.]

All the 'smart' ones I know are annoyingly the biggest idiots around, I'm looking for someone less inclined to be stupid as hell. Help me out and maybe I'll help you out. Though my skills are limited to burning and breaking stuff.

[At least he knows his strengths? If you want a bonfire, ka-ching.]

I know a good looking chick if that sweetens the deal. Ain't saying she's gonna touch you but you can admire from afar. Really far. I also know some easy dudes if that's your thing. [Hey, whatever fixes this mess.]
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[ It's been a long, long while since Steve transmitted a message through the network, and that's been no accident. His last announcement was when he came back from his last trip home, over a year ago. It hadn't felt right to take the lead in the same way after that, and others had jumped in to take his place as needed. Hadn't they? He'd thought as much, but others have told him that he's still needed as a leader. Maybe not as Cap, but as Steve.

It's a work in progress.

But here he is all the same, sending out his message toward the end of the second day. He's indoors; the room he's in not well-lit but his face is still visible. It's quiet out, the calm before the storm. ]


Michonne and I took a trip past the gates today, and... there's something coming. Or, well, a lot of somethings. A whole horde of zombies headed right for us. She's already given you guys the rundown, but I wanted to get the word out. We're gonna have to fight, or barricade ourselves away from danger. [ His expression hardens then, something steely and determined. ] Whatever you can do to keep yourself and your loved ones safe, do it.

[ A pause as he gathers his thoughts, and then he's back to it. ] I know death isn't permanent here, but this isn't a way that anyone wants to go. [ Is he speaking from experience?? Who knows, he doesn't elaborate. ] And I'll do whatever I can to help. In case you didn't know, I've got super strength, super speed, and I can take a hit. I'm not even sure if this infection will affect me because of the way my metabolism is. So if you need help getting out a scrape, let me know, all right? Or even if you just need help barricading a house. [ He's perfect for all that heavy lifting. ] I'm here to do whatever I can.

[ It's never enough, but he's still going to try. If he's learned anything this past year, it's that. ]

Oh, it's Steve, by the way. Steve Rogers. Stay safe, everyone.

[ With a firm nod, he ends the broadcast. For someone who's rusty on the speeches, it could have been worse, right? ]
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[ She knew as soon as the cryptic message went up what this was going to be. And it's really something to finally be up, after two and a half years, to know this one's yours and it won't be anything good. Michonne's stockpiled more than usual - cases of bottled water, a shit ton of non-perishable food, and guns, ammo. She doesn't know what to expect; maybe it'll all disappear overnight, but she has to try.

When she wakes up back home, back in Alexandria, at first she thinks she's back. But she remembers Wonderland, sits up straight in bed and realizes a few things. Rick's not beside her, her stockpile from yesterday is still there, and her device is on the nightstand. Dressing quickly, she gets up, walks through the familiar house and out onto the porch.

She is home. There's no Daryl in the house next door, her people aren't here, but she's back and she isn't sure how to feel. She isn't even sure what fucked up thing might happen. She has to do her best to warn everyone, toe the line between scaring the shit out of people and making sure they understand. Sitting at her kitchen table (and that's a weird thing, too. This isn't anyone's but hers. This is all...hers. Her house, her couch, her mantle where she hung her katana thinking in a bout of optimism that it could stay there) she turns on her device, her face a little harder than usual which is, in all honesty, saying something. ]


If you don't know me, my name's Michonne. This is my world. Looks nice. Quaint. But it's not. Most people in Wonderland call it a zombie apocalypse. We didn't know what it was.

[ She really can't help having this moment out loud. ]

It was never entertainment for movies and tv in my world. It's real. Most of you already know what to do: shot to the head is the only thing that kills them. It's not good enough to just cut off the head. It can still bite. You get bit, you die and turn. Come back as one of them. Don't worry about being able to tell the difference between someone alive and someone dead. You can see it. Smell it.

[ And uh, one other thing: ]

If you get bit on a part that can be cut off, arm, leg. Do it. Cut it off as soon as you can. If you don't bleed to death, you won't turn.

[ But everyone knows this is temporary, so maybe people would just rather die than go through an amputation. Maybe they'd die and turn because eventually, this will end. They don't have to keep living it every single day. ]

I don't know if walkers will even be the issue. It could be anything I've gone through, right? There's enough fucked up shit that's happened, the biggest threat might not even be the dead. Just trust me. Get a weapon. Stay close because there's safety in numbers. I'm at the very end of the neighborhood with cases of water and food if you don't have any, but look in your pantries and see if there are rations, first. If you know how to use a gun, I've got those too.

Just know that noise draws them in. Gunfire is dangerous, might as well sound off a dinner bell for walkers. That's why I've had and always will have a katana. If you smell like them, they won't bother you. Smear their guts on you, smell dead, walk slow, you can get through a hoard.

[ She should stop, she can't tell everyone everything, it's too much. ]

You know how to reach me, if you need me.
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[Tweedledee stands beside a tree, her arms crossed over her chest, her back against the tree's trunk. Her eyes are trained on the ground in front of her. The camera angle is off to the side somewhere, the shot partially framed by grass, but no where in the frame is Tweedledum. Where could she--]

I can see them!

[--In the tree. She's in the tree.

Tweedledee sighs, but doesn't move.]


Well, it's no good yelling about it.

They're coming!

There's nothing to be done now. Best to come down and find a place to hide.

I think I'm quite safe up here, thank you.

[Tweedledee thinks about that for a moment, then, with a nod, turns and begins to climb up the tree as well, quite quickly. Soon there's no one at all in the frame, and after awhile, the abandoned feed is cut.]
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What's up, Wonderland? If you're new, I'm Ellie, and that's all the intro you get, 'cause it's not important.

[ Ahem! Without further ado, she stands aside to give everyone a sweeping view of an arcade game which is sitting in the middle of her room. ]

Ta-da! This is The Turning, AKA the coolest game of all time. I've had it here for a while, but I was waiting for the right time to do this, and I think this is the right time. Or something. Anyway, it's a kickass fighting game with boss fights and shit. And the best character ever: Angel Knives. Yes, that's her name, and she's awesome.

[ Okay, enough advertisement. ]

So, first off, I was wondering if someone could help me get this thing to the teen center... place. [ Because of a broken arm, which she is very strategically not showing on screen. ] Second, I'm gonna start planning a tournament for this, so you better practice up! Prize is TBD, but I promise it'll be awesome. I won't be playing since I've pretty much become a boss at this, but I'll moderate. And pick out the previously-mentioned awesome prize. So... yeah, once I get those details sorted out, I'll let you know. See ya!

[ Aaaand she's gone. ]
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[The camera opens close on Kon's face, though there's something odd about the light. It's mottled and colorful, like he's standing in front of stained glass windows or something. And he's grinning. That is not a grin you want to trust.]

Hey people! Thought it might be time to tell you about a certain superpower that no one except me has.

[Because he loves talking about it, and because it'll get anyone who knows him to zone out now. Convenient.]

See, I'm Superman's clone, and for the most part I've got the same powers... Strength, flight, durability... but there's one power that's entirely my own.

I call it tactile telekinesis. It's kinda like, a forcefield? Only I can manipulate it. It's great for taking things apart cause I can wedge it into all the cracks of something and then boom. [He holds up a hand and spreads his fingers.] But it's also great for keeping things together.

[He pans the camera up, revealing a mass of water balloons that should not all be staying up, since he's only touching one or two. But there it is, a huge mass of water balloons, held together as easily as if they were actually attached to each other.]

...you know. Until I don't need to anymore. Hi, Tim.

[He lowers the camera, just enough to give a glimpse of Tim Drake's face before he drops all of the water balloons on Tim's head. Then he turns the camera back on his own face as he flies away, cackling madly.]

Anyway, if anyone needs me, I'll be way, way over the roof. Later!

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Jun. 28th, 2017 11:21 pm
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[Perhaps on the heels of such an interesting event, one wouldn't expect a person to be bored--and yet.

The message is short: a simple text, offered up without context or commentary.]


There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.

[Let's see what comes of it.]
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[So there’s something a little bit different about Jesse that’s almost immediately noticeable the moment the feed starts, due to the way her hair is tucked behind her ears. And that’s the fact that her ears are kind of POINTY, now; she looks like an elf right out of Lord of the Rings.

She also looks CONCERNED.

There’s something a little off about the shadows behind her, too. But the reason for that will be apparent in just a second. She gives the feed a nervous little smile.]


So you’d think I’d be used to the things Wonderland does by now. But it turns out I can still be surprised.

[The next sentence comes out in a rush.]

So I kind of have WINGS.

[She shifts the camera so they’re visible, and it’s her wings that are responsible for the weird shadows behind her. And they’re gorgeous, don’t get her wrong; starting out cream at her back they’re a warm rusty sort of dark orange by their wingtips. But they’re WINGS. She’s pretty sure she’s not supposed to have wings, even if she had ended up a metahuman. She’s never heard of a metahuman having wings, anyway.

Not on her Earth, at least.

They’re a little rumpled, too, because, well, NEW FEATHERY APPENDAGES.]


Anyone have any pointers on how to use them? Because I’ve kind of never had an extra set of appendages before and it’s taking some getting used to.

[A LOT of getting used to. They move on their own, half the time, instincts new and REALLY unfamiliar and she’s tripped over them and gotten tangled more times than she can count. And that’s not including the falling on her face. Or butt.]

And if I’m going to be any use AT ALL I need to learn how to use them. Fast.

[Because they ARE useable. She knows she can fly, instincts she didn't have a day ago are telling her she can. She just... doesn't know how. Doesn't have the muscle memory. Yet.]

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Jun. 21st, 2017 10:39 am
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[ When Sarah comes into view, she's sitting with her elbows on a table, fingers steepled, and she actually looks Very Serious™ while contemplating how best to phrase her question. The conversation has come up privately, and she needs to have a full understanding of one of the parts of Wonderland she's never bothered with - the Vendors. ]

Hey. I know everyone's kind of consumed with what the dormouse had to say or...didn't say. But I really want to see where everyone falls regarding opinions on the Vendors.

Since we can't pick the memory they want, that means somehow they can rifle through our minds to pick the thing they want to take. And it'd probably have to be something meaningful or impactful. If I ever, for whatever reason, had no option but to use the Vendors, I could lose something like the birth of my son. I'd have no choice or say in the matter.

[ Her reason for using the Vendors would have to be extraordinary. Something involving Kurt or Ray and dire circumstances. ]

Anyway, my actual question is...how do we know, if the Vendors can access our minds and memories, that they or someone or something else doesn't do that all the time, on a constant basis? If Wonderland does actually use our memories to fuel the things that happen here, does that mean our brains are constantly being...I don't know. Monitored???

I'd really like some opinions on this.

[ Sarah isn't paranoid at all usually, and she'd say this is more concerned than paranoid, but it feels like such a violation of privacy that she can't help asking the community at large. ]

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Jun. 12th, 2017 05:07 pm
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[ Nate is still sitting on the hill that he and Rip landed on. Mostly because he actually can't get back down it, or well he can but it's painful.

Because Rip shot him.

Bastard.

But he has his phone on him so a bit of an sos is necessary.

His voice is a bit tight from pain.
]

Uh. So. I'm back I guess? I'm not really sure how long I was gone. [ Both here and at home because time travel. ]

So, I'm on the checker board hills, anyone with medical experience around? I sorta got shot. In the leg. With a laser gun. I'd appreciate the help.

[ He gives a tight smile before switching the feed to private.

Private to Legends minus Rip plus Kara ]

Hey guys. If you see Rip don't trust him. He's not Rip. Just, I don't know knock him out and drag him to somewhere secure if you can? Or just avoid him.

And Sir Raymond of the Palms. I have a bone to pick with you.

Once there isn't a hole in my leg.

( voice )

Jun. 12th, 2017 09:54 pm
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All right, listen up. [ sara’s voice isn’t particularly commanding, but it’s firm despite the hint of levity. the latter is forced more than felt, but hopefully no one will be able to call her out on it. she's been here for a few hours now and she's still fuzzy on a lot of things. ] You probably get newbies asking for answers all the time, but I just got here, so someone mind filling me in? What is this place, how did I get here, and how do I get back to where I was? I was kinda in the middle of something.

[ she thinks about asking whether anyone from her team is here, but if they are, they’ll see this. they’ll talk to her. so she just shrugs to herself and adds one last hint, in case her voice alone wasn't enough: ] Sara out.
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As many of you have no doubt noticed by now, we are in the midst of what, for lack of a better word, I'll call an event. Not a normal event, though. Wonderland hasn't raked through anyone's memories and put bits of our lives on display. This is the doing of individual Reals and Mirrors, and the fallout of their actions, proving once again, our greatest enemies will always be ourselves.

Leopold Fitz and Cisco Ramon, two scientists that started out with the best of intentions, as so many scientists do, have been trying to create a way out of Wonderland, though they refrained from sharing this information with the public before running their experiment last week. "I don't think anyone's been that in the dark that some of us have been working on trying to find a way home. There's no sense in getting people's hopes up over something that is almost certainly destined to fail the first few, probably hundred times," said Ramon, when questioned.


Lots more words and a picture under the cut. George uses so many words, guys. So many. )

[ooc: feel free to threadjack around and discuss with each other in the comments! Turn this into the nightmare comment section all articles deserve.]
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[The video starts to show a man who clearly has seen better days; Rip's face is bruised and bloody both, and that's hardly the full extent of it. There's a very real and dangerous reason why he's seated on the ground making this announcement rather than at the mansion already.]

It would seem there's some manner of event going on. [Something that may already be known. Chronos had knocked Rip out before abandoning him in the woods, and he's willing to bet hours have gone by since then at least. He swallows; speaking is rather hard for a number of reasons, not the least of which being his broken nose.] There's at least one mirror that's crossed over; if you see a tall man wearing a full suit of futuristic armor carrying a trio of guns, I highly suggest you avoid him at all costs. He goes by the name of Chronos, and I cannot emphasize enough how dangerous he is.

[Though perhaps less so to bystanders than to the Legends and their cohorts. Still, Rip would much rather not take the unnecessary risk.]

In a related matter--[Related, ha, as if this little public announcement were the most ordinary thing. Rip squeezes his eyes closed; his head hasn't stopped pounding since he woke up.] I could use some assistance in getting back to the mansion itself. I'm partway between the woods and the building.

[It's as far as Rip's managed to drag himself thus far; in truth he'd hoped to make much quicker progress, or to hear back from the other Legends. Neither has happened, thus? The option of last resort.

Which is so much of why the feed clicks off immediately after.]



{{ooc: Kara's going to be coming out to rescue Rip! But feel free to pester him anyways. Just—be aware that the British guy is in something of a mood.]
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so i mentioned this to someone a little while ago, but superpowers can have some serious downsides. like the fact that i'm really durable? means i've never been drunk while also having my powers

but i've also never been in a magical pocket dimension that could provide liquor from all across the multiverse and i'm willing to bet that can change. what i'm looking for is drink recommendations--give me the strongest drinks you've got back home. no need to mention if they taste like lighter fluid or not

and since you're not supposed to drink alone, my door's open if anyone wants to join me. third floor, room 50. if you're a creep i reserve the right to kick your ass and then kick you out ♥

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May. 9th, 2017 11:48 am
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[ It's been a while since Sharon made any sort of announcement over the network, and for the most part, she likes it that way. All too often, the network seems to carry horrible news - this person is missing, that person hasn't been seen in so long, that person is still here, things like that.

But for this, she'll make an exception. Even if it isn't what she would consider work-related.

Yeah. She has personal curiosity. What're you gonna do, punk? ]


Apparently, there are some worlds out there with time travel. And reincarnations where people spout wings and bond together with fusion. Zombies, obviously. Invisible zombies, less obviously. And there's probably more weird stuff than that.

So, I'm curious. Anyone out there willing to give me a science lesson about how the hell things work back home? I'm not an expert, but I like to think I'm no slouch, either. I'm just having trouble wrapping my head around some things and want to have a better understanding.
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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.]
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[Kon looks extremely distressed. He's got a blue stone clenched in his hand.]

Anyone who knows Lapis Lazuli, I... [He grimaces.] People don't stay dead here, right? I... I tried to save her. I wasn't fast enough, and she just... she exploded right in front of me.

[He looks away, holding tightly to the rock in his hand. Superman wouldn't have failed.] But... she'll come back, right? That's what everyone says. That people come back?
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Okay, which of you losers has my rat?

[Mick isn't going to waste time with pleasantries. He's back, he's got new deets on how crappy his life is gonna get and he's about ready to bust some heads together.]

And whichever of you geeks tidied my room, I'm gonna pound you into nothingness once I get my hands on you. I had everything how I liked it and you came along and messed it all up. [It was all perfect. Just. On the floor. In a heap. O r g a n i s e d. Why did people have to meddle while he was gone? He wasn't even gone that long. Like a week, tops.] You put all my junk in drawers, my towel ain't on the floor and now the whole place smells like chick stuff. Candles and flowers and--

Whatever. [He doesn't want to get into this, he wants to move on to the things he wanted to ask. He leans back a little against the wall he's against and sips his beer, contemplating his next words for a moment because he doesn't want to come across as cracked or nothing but he's got a few things on his mind.]

This whole back and forth to Wonderland bullshit, it's kind of weird. If you're going, you should stay gone. Doesn't make much sense to come back. [He grunts and pulls a face, clearly not impressed.] Anyone ever go kinda ... screwy from it? Like it starts messing with you or something? [He taps his head a few times to illustrate.] In here, I mean.

When you go back to where you're supposed to go, does wonderland keep messing around with you or what?
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[ Early in the morning if someone is looking outside towards the gardens they will probably see a giant metal....something falling from the sky and crashing into said gardens. It will bounce a few times leaving behind sizable craters until it stops in the final crater. At that point it will sit up and its a...person? A person made of metal? One that seems to be very surprised by the entire situation. ]

[ So it’s taken him some time but he’s finally figured out how to not suddenly be made of metal. It was a relief to actually see his skin again. After that panic fest was over he started to explore. He found his network device, sort of explored the grounds, trying to stay mostly out of the way. This place didn’t make any sense but after scrolling through the network that seemed to be par for the course.

He was seated in the garden when he turned on the video feed, one of the the giant craters he made when he landed was slightly visible in the background.
]

So uh, hi Wonderland? I guess. Just gonna warn you now, there’s a giant hole in your garden...or three. Sorry about that. Didn't mean to mess up the decor.

[ Also didn't mean to turn into a giant metal man, although it did save his life. ]

I guess I should introduce myself before I start asking you all questions. I’m Nate Heywood, historian, time detective, legend- that seems a little pompous when I say it aloud. Legends are what my team calls themselves. Speaking of which, if anyone knows anything about them, or say the Waverider, or how I can get back to it, that would be great.

[ He goes to sign off but pauses. One more question. ]

Right and, this might be weird. Did anyone else...change when they got here? Like one minute you’re a normal person and the next suddenly you’re made of metal...or something like that? Is that a thing this place does to you?

[ He looks at the camera for a moment before nodding to himself and switching it off, now all he had to do was wait- he hoped. ]

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Mar. 24th, 2017 08:46 pm
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Do you believe that we ought to give our family leeway in how they behave... or that they should be held to higher standards? An entire house, noble or not, might be brought down by the poor actions of one member, with all previous good deeds forgotten.

[He pauses a moment, thinking, then adds-] I made the mistake once of not holding my family to the standards I would set to anyone else. Belief that nothing terrible could ever occur due to anyone bearing my family's name made me blind.

And I wonder, without grasping for reassurance... how many might make the same mistake.
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[ It's late and, rather than lay awake in bed, Caitlin's curled up in a tearoom and messing with her device. The questions she pose aren't pressing, not really, just idle curiosity finally given words. ]

I think it's amazing how someone can develop feelings for someone else here, especially if you both come from different worlds. Wouldn't you be worried that Wonderland would suddenly decide to send you home the moment you found actually happiness? Or plagued by the fear that the person you've fallen for isn't who they actually are? Just who they present themselves to be here.

[ She knows something of that, herself. The danger of falling in love with the idea instead of the actual person. ]

If you found yourself in that situation, would you hold back, keep your feelings to yourself? Or would you jump without thinking twice?
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[It's Tiny Rick! Your favorite guy. That lovable teenage fucko. He's standing up on one of the beds and holding out his phone like he wants to take a selfie as he broadcasts, mostly so he can gesture at the camera with his free hand.]

Alright, li-listen up, preschoolers. I know ev-everyone wants to have fun in the Silent Hill lab with the pudding monsters, being children and what the fuck ever, b-but this is not all f-fun and games and endless disappointments from Konami. Dr. A and Frisk h-have explained this whole, the whole creepy lab and creepy pudding things, but I'm here to tell you about this kid bullshit. That's right, fuckos, we-we've got, got two goddamn simultaneous fucking events on our hands, and it's, it's complete fucking, it's bullshit. Tiny Rick was a fan-favorite, and we, we already fucking tempted fate enough with rehashing the whole stolen cable plot, but fuck it, I-I guess this is just how the network's gonna run things now. Grind it into the dirt t-till no one cares anymore, right? Fuck you. D-Do you have any idea how much Werner Herzog fucking costs?

[He's getting off track, so he pauses and clears his throat.]

I-If you've been turned into a kid, y-you are not in your right body. This is not the r-real me and it's not the real you either, but you're, you're gonna try damn fucking hard to convince yourself it is, because it's real fucking tempting to, to get your youth back and relive the glory days, lemme fucking, fucking tell you. But these are just c...cl...?

[He pauses, frowning, because what the fuck is the word for it?]

...Like, copies, genetic copies, or I dunno, magic--magic bullshit constructs, who the fuck knows with Wonderland. Point is, your real body is slowly dying in a vat somewhere in this lab. You gotta find your vat and transfer your consciousness b-back into your correct body, or--fuck, Wonderland might kill us or m-make us all go through puberty again. No one wants that. No one in the entire goddamn world wants that. Trust me, it's not worth it.

[As Rick's talking, something takes shape behind him. It looks kind of like a tall, white spoon. It doesn't really do anything, just sort of hovers translucently on the opposite side of the bed from him. When he pauses and glances back over his shoulder, the thing vanishes.]

Uh...so yeah. Avoid pudding monsters, f-find your vat, get back into your real body. And if you need help remembering that you're not supposed to be a kid, listening to Elliott Smith seems to work. I-I've got his entire discography on my phone.

[He pulls said phone away and plays himself off with a sad song.]

► voice.

Feb. 27th, 2017 03:29 pm
crisised: (► i didn't need back-up. really.)
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Alright. Let me see if I've got this straight. [ slight pause as she sucks in a big breath. ] In one day I've gone from the one-year-ish anniversary of being stuck in Gotham under some weird dome, to being forced to fight against another city in some bizarre multiversal death match, to now... being in Wonderland. Which is a magic kidnapping pocket dimension and not actually a fictional place made up of political satire or scientific and mathematical pondering, depending on which interpretation you go with.

[ there's an even longer pause this time, followed by a loud exhale. kara's trying to blow her bangs out of her face. ]

Right. Great. That's just... great.

You know what? I think I have to call it. My life has reached peak weirdness today. There's no way it can get weirder than this, even if somebody from the 5th dimension shows up.

[ another pause, this one filled with the sound of someone flopping backwards onto bedding. ]

Anyway. This is probably a long shot, but I was with some people when I got teleported here, and I was wondering if someone had heard of them? Their names are Jesse Chambers, Donna Troy, and Jennifer-Lynn Hayden.

[ this pause is tangibly awkward. ]

There's, uh. Also a gorilla? His name is Bill. He's really friendly and a nice gold color, can't miss him. He may also have a small human child with him since he was babysitting when the world decided to go sideways.

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