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Aug. 20th, 2012 12:31 pm
thneedifestdestiny: No One Knows I'm Gone - Tom Waits (Lookin' from an empty factory)
[personal profile] thneedifestdestiny
[The Once-ler had honestly been ignoring everything going on outside. He's not magic, and he doesn't have to go out in that, so it's been an excuse to hang out inside, make more Thneeds, and pretty much just do all the things he usually does. He doesn't start worrying until he tries to go down to the kitchen and finds that red fog stuff inside. He's not really sure what to do at first (and flails about in a panic) but he does eventually reach the common sense conclusion that up is the way to go. So he runs back upstairs to the tenth floor where everything is fine and safe.

Last event, he spent almost all of his time building a Whisper-ma-phone. It's a long, long metal tube that stretches all the way down from near Room 398 on the tenth floor, to somewhere near the library on the first, with funnel-looking things on either end. And it occurs to him that maybe now is a good time to test it.

So, he coughs into it, hoping it will blow the dust out of it. And then, he speaks loudly through it, with a metal twinge to his voice:
]

HELLO? ANYONE?

UM. OKAY. I JUST WANTED TO SAY THE UPPER FLOORS ARE OKAY.

I REPEAT - THERE IS NO RED FOG UPSTAIRS. COME UPSTAIRS, RIGHT NOW. THE HIGHER THE BETTER!


[There. He's done his good deed for the day. It was probably a little hard to hear, since you're supposed to lean into a Whisper-ma-phone to hear it, but maybe someone in the vicinity would hear a loud whisper of something and call back, or just come upstairs.

...Of course, he could have just posted on the network, but that would invalidate the need for a Whisper-ma-phone! And Wonderland needs one, obviously!
]

Video

Aug. 19th, 2012 06:35 pm
pottershotter: (But I swear that you've got me all wrong)
[personal profile] pottershotter
Does anyone else feel really...well, odd?

[It's taken him a day or so of unsuccessful (and downright boring) bed rest to work up the nerve to admit that to the general public, but with everything that's going on outside, well. It's probably an event, isn't it? And if that's the case there's no point to wallowing around in bed.]

I don't think I'm sick or anything. I guess...it's like there's something missing, I suppose? It's hard to explain. Maybe I'm just a bit tired, but I don't think that's it either.

[He sounds tired though. And he looks a little worn out, but he's mostly frustrated that he doesn't know exactly what's wrong with him. Obviously an answer should have popped into his head as soon as he went to make this post.]

Anyhow, I was wondering if there's a virus going around? Maybe something to do with how grim it looks outside? I mean. I can't be the only one feeling like this, right?
forgottenmother: (Interest get~)
[personal profile] forgottenmother
[That morning, Amaterasu's comm's camera is pointed at a window. Well, technically, it's up against the glass to give the residents a very clear look at what lays outside it.

Purple fog with red glints in it covers sizable portions of the grounds of the mansion. Whatever this stuff is, it doesn't look good. What's barely seen of the fountain is some sort of purple sludge instead of water.

Ammy growls lowly in her throat beside the comm, and then shifts it to train on her face. She looks grim.]


This is a curse. Something from my home world of Nippon. It's a plague caused by demons, though I have neither seen nor scented them so far in Wonderland.

The curse saps those with supernatural powers of their strength. If a mortal should so much as touch the fog or water, they will be turned to stone. An immortal touching the fog will start to grow weaker as it feeds off of their life force. Please, be extremely careful if you decide to venture out.

If you have questions about this, I will answer as best I can.
[personal profile] walkingdesuno
[ the camera turns on to show a Conan looked so much better than the last time he posted. healthy, and healed. however, he seems to be preoccupied by another being in the room. which is, of course, his baby self.

the baby seems to be having quite an interest in the bookshelf. with lots of heavy books. ]


Get back here. [ Conan was definitely older than the baby, but he wasn't that much older looking really. he wraps his arms around the baby from behind, stopping it from moving. half picking up, half pulling, he drags the baby away and puts distance between it and the bookshelf.

although, the baby obviously does not like as it frowns and tries to keep moving forward. ]


Stop...that! [ Conan pulling back and the baby going forward. they were at a standstill now. and the baby was beginning to try and kick Conan off.

a dangerous thought of using his tranquilizer needle flashed in his head..... god he was not made for baby sitting ]

[video]

Jul. 13th, 2012 11:38 pm
was_a_soldier: (sincerity at it's finest)
[personal profile] was_a_soldier
Sorry, this is so overdue, I was dealing with an... incident.

[If anyone notices him brushing his fingers against his neck absently, pay that no mind... he's just remembering where his neck was slashed open.

He clears his throat awkwardly, drops his hand and continues, expression growing concerned.]


...In any case, I'm looking for a young boy named Conan. He was injured quite badly the other day and I was... interrupted while treating him.

Has anyone seen or talked to him? Is he alright?

I owe him an apology.
silvertonguedgod: (Oh REALLY now?)
[personal profile] silvertonguedgod
[ There's a young boy that appears on the screen, looking very perplexed. Also he seems to be holding the device the wrong way as his face is quite upside down. He's also mumbling something about uselessly complex Midgardian gadgets under his breath. His lips twist down into an adorable pout and the view is momentarily obscured as he obviously pokes the camera a few times. ]

I'm... not sure if this is on...?

[ His brow furrows as he stares at it in utter bafflement before his eyes widen in surprise as he seems to realizes something. The screen blurs for a moment and he appears right-side up when it clears again. It was no small miracle that someone as technology inept as he even managed to notice he had it upside down.  He honestly would have preferred not using this... thingamabob at all.  But the fact that he had found it after finding himself here led him to believe that using it would probably be the best way to ascertain were in the nine realms he actually WAS. ]

Sorry, I have... a profound distaste for devices like these. Is there anyone out there who can let me know where I am so I can turn this off before it gives me a headache?

[ Because he honestly hadn't the foggiest idea of how he managed to get himself here.  He knew in this child's form that his magic occasionally did wonky things if he attempted something too advanced... but all he'd been doing minutes ago was a simple summoning spell.  However after the puff! of magic cleared he discovered that instead of a low level magical beast appearing before him... he had simply appeared somewhere else instead.  He of course suspected some sort of assassination attempt, but after discovering none of the usual annoyances he suspected something else entirely must be afoot. ]
[personal profile] walkingdesuno
[ Conan is outside in the Mansion grounds, dribbling the soccer ball with skill while looking at the communicator in one hand. ]

Does anyone here know how to play soccer? It'll really be a nice way to sp-

[ His words are suddenly cut off as he looks surprise for just a moment before the communicator falls to the ground and he goes off frame. He reappears laying on the green grass, facedown and gripping his left side of the body. The shirt he's wearing is already staining red from a tear on the side of his body at the lower rib area.

Rolling around onto his back, it's obvious he's in pain but he's not panicking greatly at all. ]


Agh..... Wh....ere? [ He is trying to look for where the attack, the bullet, came from, but the rapid blood flow is draining his strength quickly. Conan tries to put pressure above the wound, but it seems to not being able to do much. First aid is obviously needed... ]

(( ooc; Dr. Watson will be first on scene so any reply that's going to happen will be after that! Thank you ♥ ))
cookingfordogs: (◇  Hmm...)
[personal profile] cookingfordogs
[Shinjiro is outside the campus grounds in the courtyard with one of his familiars, flying about four feet above a patch of snow on the back of his broomstick. A little salamander dragon hatchling is clinging to the front end of the broom handle, staring at the ground with big, wide eyes.]

C'mon.

[No, no! It's too scary, Shinjiro! The little dragon will not do it! It chirps and inches closer to Shinjiro.]

Quit bein' a scaredycat. You got this.

[The seventh year Gryffindor student gently plucks the hatchling up and positions him back at the end of the broomstick.]
dashboardlite: (Keep it classy.)
[personal profile] dashboardlite
[Step right up, girls and boys, to the class that very well may be the best class in the entire school. Now, let’s not play coy. Everyone knows that the practical skills in this particular course can be applied to every aspect of your daily life. Who knows? You might meet a Hinkypunk on your next woodland hike!

Your illustrious professor - Winchester, Dean Winchester - and Head of Gryffindor House stands before you, twirling a long cypress wand between his fingers, chewing a piece of Droobles Best Blowing Gum.

What poise! you declare, what attitude!

But bloody Hell he’s so cool works just as well as he pops a bubble the size of your head.
]

All right, lissen up!

[With a lazy wave of his wand, his gum disappears and the classroom door shuts. Dean straightens.]

We got one heckuva day ahead of us, so let’s get started.

cue Yackety Sax )
forevercapslock: (WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HANDS FREE DEVICE)
[personal profile] forevercapslock
[Karkat is SKIPPING CLASS! Scandalous!

He's sitting up top of a tower somewhere with a stack of books, leafing through them and grumbling obscenities to himself every so often.

This would all work out much better if his communication device weren't recording him doing so from its spot on top of his stack of books.

Meaning this is open to VIDEO or ACTION.

And also no human icons because I was too lazy to find them.]
tadanokusuriuri: Very superstitious (Keeping secrets)
[personal profile] tadanokusuriuri
[Out behind the castle, half-hidden under some color-changing flowering vines and surrounded by an assortment of oddly-shaped plants, is Professor Morita's greenhouse. If you're taking Herbology, come on in; there's a large, unfinished wooden table in the center of it, set with enough chairs for everyone and ringed with rows of potted plants.]

[A word to the wise: Professor Morita will give you all the warnings you need, before you need them, but he'll only give them once. And if you're too stupid to listen...]

[Well, the only help he's going to give you will be healing whatever stupid thing you did to yourself. And quietly mocking you for the rest of your academic career, so you remember not to be a dumbass. Because he warned you, and it should've been enough.]

Lesson plans under the cut! )
brainkegger: ((Tara) Disaster area)
[personal profile] brainkegger
[Professor Gregson is, for the start of her classes today, anyway, mostly herself. She's a little frazzled, clearly, but that's just because T was out partying in the forest last night and, well, hopefully her students understand that that just isn't her, so...

So they'll understand if T decides to party in the middle of class, too.]


Lesson plans under here )
airplanecups: (pic#3515574)
[personal profile] airplanecups
[witness one (1) Finn Hudson, batting at a leather bound book with his broomstick. the book seems unperturbed, however, as it in turn latches onto the end of the broomstick with its... teeth?]

If anyone knows how to reverse the "Inanimatus Conjurus" spell, that'd be really freakin' sweet.

[SHAKES BROOMSTICK!]
forgottenmother: ([Human] Ooooo shiny!)
[personal profile] forgottenmother
[Well, Amaterasu has everything set up for her little ducklings students.

Second Years are going over to the lake for their lesson! She's already spoken to the Merfolk and gained permission to include some of them into the plan today.

As for the Third Years....]


This way, please!

[She shepherds them to a corral, where a few Hippogriffs are dotted here and there inside. Ammy turns to the students and gives them all a stern look.]

Now, Hippogriffs are proud and polite creatures. Do not insult one or they will likely rip you to shreds. Just be polite and flatter them. Make sure you bow first, and once they bow back you may approach the Hippogriff.

[Now, as for the Fourth Years...Ammy is standing in the usual spot, but she has a guest. This guest is a Sphinx. She beams happily at them.

Fifth Years are being led to a tree near her hut. At this tree is a unicorn and its foal.

Sixth Years are going to meet a centaur!

Finally, the Seventh Years are going to be getting a hands-on experience with a gryphon.

Of course, any professors with free time are welcome to take a look at what their eccentric, motherly colleague is putting into these kids' heads.]
thestormcomes: (boldness stands alone)
[personal profile] thestormcomes
[Newcomers to the subject will find Professor La Fère standing stoically at the front of the classroom, wand (pine, phoenix feather, 10", and unsurprisingly unyielding for those of you who care) on the desk beside him. An owl lurks in the corner of the room, still slightly ruffled from Professor Buckingham's charms.]

As you are all undoubtedly aware by now, Arithmancy is most often used to predict the future, but it should not be mistaken for anything remotely similar to the study of Divination. We work with numbers, we do not gaze senselessly into the crystal ball, and unless you were born a skilled Seer there is no point in attempting to scry the results of your O.W.L.s.

[He was a student once. He knows how it is.]

You will be working from three books this semester: L. Wakefield's Numerology, M. Carneiro's Grammatica, and Vector's New Theory of Numerology. Reading is required, not suggested. You will complete seven essays and take three tests including your O.W.L., which is cumulative. We build from the ground up, and the first chapters of each book are just as relevant and important as the last. For the time being, wands away.

[Because Olivier is feeling especially generous today (or rather, he's a bit worn out from wrestling his owl away from another professor), all levels of Arithmancy, from beginners to advanced, get to have a little more fun than usual.]

You want fun? Numbers are fun. )
endlessbeato: hair down (hair down)
[personal profile] endlessbeato
[The feed opens to show Beato sitting at the Ravenclaw table during lunch. She has several books open around her, and two plates of food: one for herself and one for the chicken sitting in her lap.]

There's so much schoolwork to do...I'm not too worried, because it's nothing I can't handle, but-

[She stops talking to give her chicken a stern "no" as it tries to eat some of the food off of her plate, then winces when it pecks at her in reply.]

Let's just say that I'll be looking forward to this weekend at Hogsmeade. A night at The Three Broomsticks is exactly what I need. I hope to see some of my fellow Ravenclaws out there; especially you third, fourth, and sixth years. The work is only going to get tougher from now on, but as important as studying is, it's even more important to take care of yourself. Make the time to go to Hogsmeade - trust me, you won't regret it and will find your brain feeling refreshed and better equipped to deal with your schoolwork.

[The chicken nibbles at her corn on the cob contentedly. Beato dabs some ink on her quill and makes note of this in the diary Professor Pie had given them. The calm is short-lived, however; several owls come swooping in through the window to deliver some letters and parcels, frightening the chicken so badly it manages to sort-of fly out of Beato's lap, where it begins to run around the Great Hall. The feed ends with Beato struggling to get out of her seat, trying to get the chicken back.]
airshipswank: (dressed for a funeral | walking shadow)
[personal profile] airshipswank
[ Good morning, darling seventh year students! Remember when Charms was a harmless subject with a lovable old professor and a slim to none chance of suffering emotional or physical trauma? No? Excellent.

Today each of you will find a candle sitting on the desk in front of them. Don't worry, unlike last time it will not grow teeth and attack you on sight. So sit down, get comfortable and listen to the task at hand!
]

Now, given the dreadful quality of your memory charms last week I trust that at least none of you will have any trouble recalling... the freezing charms you were taught in your third year. Today-

[ He snaps his fingers, lighting all the candles in the room at once. ]

-you will freeze the small flame in front of you.

[ He allows for a dramatic pause and for his students to wonder what place child's play like that has in a seventh year class. ]

Of course there... is a catch. Not only do I expect your actual incantation to be silent, no, I... should also like you to move your wand and lips as if you were conjuring fire. Allow me to demonstrate.

[ Professor Buckingham draws his wand (Dogwood, dragon heartstring, 15¾”, rather flexible, of course) and aims a flowing motion and a booming Incendio! at the candle on his desk, but instead of flames his wand produces a jet of ice that freezes flame, candle and holder solid.

Cue moment to let the display sink in.
]

To maintain the appearance of one charm while executing another is the very peak of focus, control and unity between you and... your wand, not to mention quite the edge in a duel.

[ It's also a rather underhanded technique and greatly frowned upon by Professor La Fère... which is all the more reason to teach it passionately and thoroughly!

Buckingham grins broadly and moves to the side of the classroom in strides.
]

That said, good luck and... do mind the eyebrows, eh?

[ For any ghosts, members of the faculty or students not presently suffering from his class Professor Buckingham will be in his office, grooming his owl. He will also be wandering the hallways often enough, especially to return a little something to a certain Ravenclaw's office. ]

For the curious, everybody else's lesson plan under the cut! )
not_a_hero: (you're late)
[personal profile] not_a_hero
Today we will be making the Wit-Sharpening Potion. Every fourth year learns how but as some of you seem reluctant to use it despite your intellectual shortcomings, we're going to go over it again.

Your ingredients are ground scarab beetle, cut up ginger root, and armadillo bile. Do not forget to grab a mortar and knife when you collect your cauldron. I expect perfect results from fifth, sixth and seventh years and you can depend on losing house points for anything less. First, second and third years may gain points for the correct concoction. Fourth years: shut up.

You should all do your best if only in this one instance. The Wit-Sharpening Potion will make you all the more tolerable to deal with and will certainly improve your time spent in this class.

[Sherlock has set everything out in not the most organized of fashions but it's all there and recognizable. His own desk is a mess of equipment with human eyeballs in a jar and a string of thumbs tacked and hanging like Christmas tinsel.

When he isn't sat at his desk, doing more or less something completely different from what he's assigned, he's walking up and down to make sure everyone's on task. He might twirl just a bit on his turns and has a habit of dashing about and ignoring personal space bubbles.]
klutzer: (001 ⇒ among the streets & hostile lands)
[personal profile] klutzer
[ Hey Wonderland, you have a new arrival today! The video feed turns on to show...nothing, precisely, just the blackness of someone's pocket, since the new owner haven't realised the journal's presence yet. From the sound of the footsteps, it's obvious that he's sizing up the place, and from the sound of his voice, he's thinking out loud. ]

I haven't seen this place around before. Is it part of Chaos's clubhouse? I thought I've gotten out ages ago! [ The footsteps stopped. ] Whatever it is, I'd better stay sharp.

[ "Taking a wrong turn" is not an option for him. In fact, he kind of...entered the mansion on purpose. It's not his fault he kept finding interesting things when his friends wasn't looking, okay! Anyway, this is the moment where he realised that there's something in his pocket, other than his crystal, and a moment later, the network finally gets a first glance of him. Brown hair, grey eyes, probably looked like he's in his late teens instead of 20 and dressed oddly in modern-day standards. He's probably holding the device upside-down or something. ]

Hey, I found something! What is this thing? I haven’t seen anything like this before. It doesn’t seem like it’s edible. Is it some kind of weapon? No, I don’t think so. Some kind of equipment? Nah, don’t think so either. Can it do- [ His boisterous train of thought was cut short by the fact that he realised the device is on. There’s a loud “woah” at this, and he stumbled back, almost dropping the journal. When he snapped out of his shock, you're getting one (1) Bartz Klauser staring at you in the face, network. A little too close, in fact. ]

Wow, this is cool! I’ve gotta show this to Zidane, he’s gonna be real jealous! [ That being said, he glanced around, obviously curious about everything. ] It's no time for playing around, and I've gotta get outta here, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I took a little detour.

[ After all, that's what he do best. Dudes and dudettes, feel free to run into him in the Entrance Hall, if you prefer some action. ]
0u0: (0k with this t00)
[personal profile] 0u0
[The video switches itself on for no apparent reason. At the other end of the room, Aradia is... uh, smiling. At a mirror, very intently. It looks extremely forced and also kind of creepy, because what the fuck.

She continues this for about a minute, then abruptly stops, now staring at the mirror blankly.

Another minute later, she goes right back to the freakish smiling thing. She goes back and forth like this for awhile, possibly forever if someone doesn't interrupt her.

(also open to mirrors, if they feel like writing at her)]
jivitadana: (> ♪ Festivo... [Souji])
[personal profile] jivitadana
[There isn't much to see over the communicating devices save for the ceiling. The visual didn't give much of a clue as to what was going on, but the audio coming out should have.

One key on the piano was played, sustained, the note held. This was followed by the sound of a violin trying to match the sound. Only after the sound was in tune was the key played again, this time followed by the sound of a trumpet. The trumpet came in tune much faster than the violin had.

A very brief period of silence passed before this song could be heard, the trumpet and violin in unison.]
brainkegger: ((Buck) You are the worst fuckin' shit)
[personal profile] brainkegger
[By 8PM, Buck is just buzzed enough to think shooting a paintball gun at the side of the mansion is a good idea. So if you happen to hear some thumps or notice your window is suddenly bright green or something, well.]

Jimmy crack corn, and I don' care...

[Pop pop pop!]

Jimmy crack corn, and I don' care...

[Pop! Pop pop pop pop!]

Jimmy crack corn, and I [Pop!] don't [Pop!] care...

I hate this fuckin' house.
[personal profile] walkingdesuno
[ the camera turns on to show a young child wearing black, over-sized glasses at the main hall of the mansion ]

Disappearing train cars are one thing. But the train disappearing all together...?

[ he looks back at the door that he had just come in from, then back again at the communicator, looking more irritated rather than worried like a proper child of his age should be in an unknown place ]

Where am I and how did I get here? And how do I get out? ...And whose is this? [ this meaning the little gadget ]
reckless_eagle: (I don't shoot the cashier)
[personal profile] reckless_eagle
[The camera catches Poland in a good mood as he heads towards Elaine's room. He's got a basket over his arm, and he's humming a little as he walks. But when he gets to the door...]

[No answer.]

[And another knock, and another, and again, nothing.]

[He tries opening the door, and-- nothing.]


...No.

No, no, don't--dammit! [His voice sounds a little close to breaking. Dropping his basket, he slams his fist into the wall, like he can pummel the mansion into doing what he wants.]

This totally isn't funny! This isn't--give her back!

[The mansion doesn't. Poland slides to the ground, shivering a little, trying to hold himself together.]

[41: video]

Feb. 6th, 2012 09:34 pm
paper_knight: (why me)
[personal profile] paper_knight
OOC: Backdated to this morning!

"Listen. I have a favor to ask, of all of you. If you're planning something--anything at all, even if it seems like a good idea--stop it. Just. Think, for a minute."

He holds up a pair of sticky notes from earlier--Tara's and Jay's.

"I've seen two predicted deaths happen already, and I know there have been others. We've been told it's fate, and all right, maybe that's how it is--in the ordinary world. But this is Wonderland. We're being manipulated. This is what it wants."

He sets his jaw, glares at the camera.

"I have another note here. Another name, another place and time. I don't want to see it happen, all right? We're all better than this."

[Audio]

Feb. 5th, 2012 06:38 pm
nameless_hollow: (Shirosaki - Whatcha lookin' at)
[personal profile] nameless_hollow
Hee hee, that was fuckin' hilarious. I didn't know ya humans could die so fuckin' easily by trippin' like that...

[Despite the event the Hollow clearly hasn't been paying attention to... that fall of that crazy lady made his day. He's been so bored!]

Somethin' finally entertainin' to watch around here other than yer constant bitchin'!

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