no_nonsense: (Do you want to hear the end or not?)
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[Susan wasn't the sort of person who liked to make a fuss on the network. This was not to say that Susan didn't make a fuss about things, quite the opposite really, but she didn't like her fussing to be Public. In this one, singular instance, unfortunately, Susan's problem required a bit of touch.

She wasn't happy about it, the asking or the necessity, but there was nothing for it. A network post was required and, as such, a network post she would do. It was worth it, in the end, if it helped her solve her problem...and it was far faster than putting up posters.

For those of you who haven't had the (debatable) pleasure of meeting or speaking to the Duchess of Sto Helit, her appearance might seem a bit odd. Not more odd than sentient suits of armor, of course, but everything was relative. Today, as every day, Susan was clad in a prim, quasi-Edwardian outfit and had her hair pulled back into a tight, unforgiving bun. Unlike every day, however, she was making an effort to look pleasant.

It wasn't really working.]

Alright, now that the excruciating nonsense with the armor and Clicks is through, and everyone's back in their right body, I...require assistance.

[Right, pleasant. Susan put in the effort to smile and look worried. She did the latter far more effectively than the former.]

That is, I need help.

During the commotion, I seem to have lost my pet and I've been unable to locate him.

[Susan held up a notepad with a crudely drawn picture on it. Art was clearly not her strong suit.]

This is approximately what he looks like.

[That's odd. What sort of creature is that?]

He is smallish.

[Well, that looks like a black bow...but the rest of it looks like--]

His name is Rocky.

[A rock.]


[Yes, it was definitely a rock with a bow on.]


[Susan stared at the screen after that last bit of information and just remained silent, daring anyone to comment. If she was telling a joke, she had the best straight face that had ever been or was ever likely to be. A long moment passed and Susan continued.]

If anyone sees him, I would be grateful if they would let me know. He's rather quick when spooked, but responds to his name. He can be lured with bits of colored chalk and guitar music.

(OOC: Feel free to respond to this post as a network entity or with an action thread below. Susan will be wandering around, holding bits of colored chalk, calling for a pet rock. She will be nearly anywhere in the Mansion, so have at.)
ofletters: (speaking words of wisdom)
[personal profile] ofletters
[ Sam looks to be in about the same situation as he usually is pre-broadcast; somewhere, like his room or the library, with a lot of papers and books in the area. His expression is one of both deep thought and piqued interest, as if he's thinking through one thing while broadcasting something entirely different. ]

Hey. [ And he clears his throat, brow creasing slightly. ] I'm not sure how many people knew this, but a friend of mine who was here before--Clara--had an idea to start up something like a school. That was a few months back. I know we've been through some major crap this past month, and I know it's only gonna get tougher from here on out, but... I thought it over, and I still think it's a good idea. Even if it's not a totally kosher set of classes, I bet we can get together a bunch of people who've got, uh... "specialized" skill sets to teach. Could even be helpful with this upcoming doom and gloom, if we make it that way.

Anyone interested, just lemme know so I can get a read on this. Teaching, participating, whatever.


Jan. 7th, 2014 09:29 pm
thneedifestdestiny: No One Knows I'm Gone - Tom Waits (These here are my desires)
[personal profile] thneedifestdestiny
[So, on Christmas, The Once-ler found his stocking completely full of yarn. It was so full of yarn that when he dumped it on his bed and looked back at the empty stocking, he was pretty sure they shouldn't have all been able to fit in there in the first place (which was kind of weird, but Wonderland is always weird, so whatever).

At first, he was kind of annoyed - what the heck was he supposed to do with all of this? They weren't Truffula tufts, and if he'd wanted dumb regular yarn he could have just gotten it out of the closet. He's practically swimming in the stuff now, and they're useless for making Thneeds.

But, he was walking around earlier today and noticed the forest on the edge of the grounds, cold and bare. And suddenly, he knew exactly what to do with the yarn.

About two hours and thirty-seven minutes later, the edge of the forest is starting to look significantly more colorful. Anyone who goes to investigate the sudden and mysterious rainbow yarn bombing will find the Once-ler high up in the trees, hanging upside down and knitting like a fiend.
pig_and_pepper: ({ You can't think how glad... })
[personal profile] pig_and_pepper
[ Roses are grey, violets are grey, poetry is really difficult for people living in the Mirror Universe. In their bland and dreary garden in front of the mansion the Duchess is the only speck of colour to be seen. And contrary to her last transmission or her bleak surroundings she is looking positively cheerful today! ]

What harm could a little curiosity possibly do? [ The Duchess coos, but her attention is not on her audience: It's on the little green sapling she holds cradled in her palms. ] T'is cold there, ever so cold, but it is always coldest before the dawn!

[ She kneels and begins digging a hole into the colourless soil. ]

You shall fight for us, you know, even when you're all alone here, and I'll have my answer then, I need only be bold enough to ask!

[ Carefully she plants her little speck of green and buries its roots. When she is done the sapling flickers grey, like a static image about to die. Worried she holds her breath in anticipation, but the scene has already calmed: The sapling is still green.

The Duchess smiles fondly.
akapeanut: (Man....)
[personal profile] akapeanut
[She can't hide it forever. She's lucked out-- events based around secrets, events that drove her to experiment with her powers. Nothing has thus far forced or coerced her to "come out" to the entire mansion about what she is. Some sort of loyalty and respect to Rube, mixed with the primal fear of being different and therefore weakened, has kept her true nature more or less a secret. Something she only tells people when she has to, or when she's decided to trust them.

But this past event...people had to have known, right? Wouldn't they question? Wouldn't they put two and two together? Even here, where she doesn't have to reap, death follows her everywhere...

People couldn't be that stupid, right?

She could bank on them being oblivious, maybe. In days gone by, she probably would've been certain she'd get by without saying anything. But the longer she waits, the longer it will seem she's been "lying" or "keeping it from them" and while she doesn't think of it that way, it only takes one person being offended or frightened to start a mob. She's gotta say something.]

So that last event, uh. It's fuzzy, but I know I ran into some of you. And I got the impression I was sort of famous. Or, uh, infamous, maybe. "Giltine"?

[She lets out a nervous breath of a laugh.] I looked that up. Apparently she's a Lithuanian mythological figure. She's got a poisonous tongue, and at some point she got locked in a coffin?

[Her gaze flicks up to the camera, then away again.]

More importantly, she's their version of the grim reaper. Which is what I am. A grim reaper.

[There's a long pause where she doesn't breathe, doesn't speak. She said it. There's no taking it back.]

I, uh, my tongue's not poisonous. To be honest, most of the mythologies on the Earth I came from got it wrong. There were a lot of us. We had no say in how or when people died. We just showed up to get their souls. And if we didn't do it in time, the person would have to feel the pain of their death, so we-- we were good guys, I think?

[She's babbling, a little.] I mean, we're not bad guys, at least. So, um. I'm not evil or anything. And I know some of you know this, like it's not news to you but. But I didn't want people to think I was keeping it from them because I'm looking for ways to hurt. Because I'm not. I'm just...the same old George.

[Another long silence, and she thinks she's said everything she can say, really. So she reaches out and ends the feed.]
quis_ut_deus: (Default)
[personal profile] quis_ut_deus
[There's nothing out of the ordinary about the man on the feed. He's dark-haired, green-eyed and trim - handsome, maybe, if it weren't for that scowl he's wearing. Certainly nothing about him suggests that he's currently being piloted by an archangel, unless one happens to be attuned to the supernatural or a good friend of John Winchester's.]

As fascinating as the spellwork needed to bind me to this place must be, I have to say that I'm not particularly interested in seeing any more of it. I have more important tasks to see to.

[An apocalypse to keep on track, younger siblings to cuff back into line... He's got a busy schedule. Running Heaven isn't a job that affords him any vacation time.

Even without the weight of responsibility bearing down on him, the feel of Wonderland is unfamiliar and unpleasant; it's not Home. For an entity used to having the whole of creation only a few wingbeats away, it's also small. Confined. He's spent the past several millenia limited to Heaven, sure, but it's different when he doesn't have a choice in the matter. He's not supposed to be the one in a cage.

There's a soft sound, feathers batting against the air, as an invisible set of wings shifts at his back. Whatever brought him here isn't letting him leave, no matter how hard he tries to take off. After so many years without his Father's presence to command him Michael has become unaccustomed to having his leash yanked - not that his Father had ever needed a leash. He'd only needed to speak, and Michael had bent to serve Him.

He's significantly (and visibly) less thrilled at the prospect of someone else trying to assert authority over him. He serves only his Father.]

It must have taken some effort to summon me here, so I assume it wasn't done without reason. I'd be very interested to hear what for, and by whom.

[And that's about as polite a request for information as you're going to get out of him. It's rude to summon a celestial being and then leave them hanging.]
lowkeyangel: (☀ grumpy)
[personal profile] lowkeyangel
[Gabriel's sitting at a booth in the diner, with one very large milkshake and two empty glasses next to it. It's nice, not having to worry about your metabolism. He could easily snap the used glasses away, but his concentration's blown. And what little he has is currently focused on his comm.]

For all that knew him, Balthazar's gone.

[He might have been his Father's Messenger, but he's not really feeling into embellishments at the moment. That's the truth, and that's all he's writing.

Time to get back to destroying milkshakes.]
hannibal: (Thinky thinkity think think)
[personal profile] hannibal
[ he hasn't spoken much on the network since his arrival, but the arrival had been somewhat of a surprise enough for this particular doctor. he's taken it upon himself to become more acquainted with Wonderland, particularly the kitchens and the cupboards, consistently keeping himself occupied by creating things in the kitchens.

as of right now, he can be seen in the library, legs crossed as he glances down into the device, the thought striking him: ]

I feel as though this place would benefit from my services. I have heard from many individuals who seem to be ...unhappy. Perhaps slightly unstable. Depressed, anxious. One would think in our surroundings, these feelings would be compounded.

If you wish to seek professional help in the form of a counselor, please do allow me to be of assistance. I'm a trained forensic psychiatrist. Considering the circumstances, and an unfortunately bleak future regarding returning home, I would like to set up a practice here in Wonderland. As of now, our sessions would be either in the library; if you would care for a more private setting I would be more than happy to offer my living arrangement as an office environment as well.

Feel free to either reach me here, or if you would care to, you may leave a message for me at any time and I will be happy to set up an appointment for us both. [ he smiles, briefly, the action spreading thin over his lips. ] Thank you.

( ooc: for the event, this hannibal has never met will graham. so hardly any fear or trepidation in picking up new patients. )
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[personal profile] tom_hanniger
[Hi Wonderland. This is Tom. Some of you may have met him, most of you will mistake him for someone else, and while he's not the social type something about today is just different. Anyone he's spent some time with will notice he's in good spirits. Playful, even.

The video springs to life, and he stares down the barrel with a goofy smile. He's outside somewhere, crouched down in the grass. And while he would normally avoid the network at all costs, he has a very important question for all of you: ]

So. The weather's nice. We're not going anywhere soon. Who wants to play football?
repentant: (42)
[personal profile] repentant
[When the video pops on, a very happy and already buzzed Oliver is there grinning like a moron.]

Hey, Wonderland. I figure now is as good of a time as any to celebrate my arrival here. So in honor of me, I'm throwing a little get together for everyone that'd like to come on down. I did a little investigating the other day and I am happy to say that I found a room large enough to house all of you crazy people.

[The video pans over to a nicely decorated ball room with tables of food and drink. It's looking more like a club and less like a fancy dance room. He's somehow managed to get a jukebox from the closet and drag it there. Everything is all set up and ready to go.]

So anyone that feels the need to party knows where to come. All the food and alcohol you can handle and then some. If you're looking for a good time, look no further. There ain't no party like an Oliver Queen party.

[He'll finish it off with a drink and head back over to the fully stocked bar.

[ooc: consider this your giant mingling log of bad life choices. You can have people reply by video or just set up threads to get into shenanigans with other people! Enjoy yourselves ♥]
kingofnightmares: (What an adorable dream.)
[personal profile] kingofnightmares
[The feed flickers on to reveal silver eyes, peering into it. It looks pretty dark, but a figure can be made out through it. The man on screen has gray skin, silver eyes, jagged teeth, and raven black hair. He purses his lips, looking to be confused.]

How on earth...? I'm able to touch things again. This can’t be right. [He holds the device farther away from his face with one hand, running the other through his hair.]

I was reduced to almost nothing. Again.[A pause.] Perhaps it's this place. Whatever this place is, it is making me whole once more. Then that might mean people can see me. [He almost chuckles, grinning.]

If the Man in the Moon isn’t in charge of whatever world this is, then perhaps I can start anew. A world without those blasted Guardians.

[A pair of golden eyes peer over his shoulder, a snort audible through the feed. Pitch glances back and smiles as the horse-like creature behind him nuzzles his cheek.]

Mn, yes, this will be an excellent start for us.
vates: (:( D: NO)
[personal profile] vates
[ Kevin is pale and rumpled, but he's as concerned about that as he is about the state of his room, which is a mess. The wall behind him is covered in painted-on sigils, all of them having been recently touched up, and the intrepid angel might be able to spot a few bits of Enochian, but only a few, and Kevin's not even really sure they're useful at keeping out hellhounds. Probably can't hurt, right?

When he speaks, it's just a little too fast, the words tumbling out one after the other. ]

Salt your doors and windows. Don't go out unless you have to, or unless you have some holy oil, which you probably don't because it's hard to find.

[ He stops, thoughtful. ] Do any of you have holy oil? I'll take some if you do. I just want to make a pair of glasses so I can see the them since they're invisible because they're freaking hellhounds holy crap how did they even get here? [ That sure was the start to a breakdown. Kevin's eyes are wide and his voice gets higher and more strained. ] What is this place? Who would be crazy enough to drag hellhounds into Wonderland? What's the other option, carrying bombs with you everywhere you go?!

[ So, that was panicked. He breaks off, breathing hard, and looks away to gather himself. ]

Like I said. Keep salt handy. Try to stay safe.

[ Kevin ends his message abruptly. ]

[ OOC: He'll spend the rest of the time the hellhounds are here in his room, which smells of salt, borax, and different spices and powders used in the making of demon bombs. It's possible to want to duck into Kevin's room to take refuge, or to call him up for hellhound advice as he'll be in there like Control Room Kevin. ]
imnosavior: (is the only way out;)
[personal profile] imnosavior
There have been enough alerts sent out by now that I think we're all getting a pretty clear picture of what's going on.

[Emma's expression is both hard and determined as she looks directly into the feed, unflinching. The howling has been driving her nuts, but she's been spending the better part of her day quietly observing the network, paying particular attention to any messages that seem to have concrete information about what's coming -- and how to deal with it, the Red Queen's warning several days earlier included.]

Something is coming. Our best bet is to listen to the advice that's been given to us and find someplace safe to hole up. Sticking together is going to be better than people locking themselves into their rooms alone. I'm heading down to the clinic. Anyone who decides to try and be a hero and gets themselves injured, I'm guessing I'll see you there.

[Provided those people survive that particular poor life choice.]

We've seen both the diner and the bar used as safehouses during previous crises. I'll be helping to defend the clinic, but is there anyone out there interested in warding those places, too? There are a lot of people here. We won't be able to fit everyone into one place, but if we can get folks who have experience with this kind of thing posted at each safehouse, we'll be better off for it.

Private to Henry Mills )

(OOC: Emma is also up for action anywhere in the mansion on Day One or in/near the clinic on Days Two and Three, so feel free to use this post for action encounters as well if you're so inclined!)
anomaliiiiies: (092)
[personal profile] anomaliiiiies
[Shortly after the Red Queen's little message, Jane finally gets around to using her little network device, having been distracted by the library. She will always find the library, no matter where she ends up.]

Okay, so um, is that sort of thing normal? Well, being warned for things? [Jane fidgets a little on screen, then smacks her head with her palm]

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to even mention my name, I'm Jane Foster, and I somehow or the other ended up here. So, um, hi?


Jul. 24th, 2013 05:35 pm
elegance_guaranteed: (Want to meet my knife?)
[personal profile] elegance_guaranteed
The lack of Guilds around here sure does make it difficult to hire out services. [Teatime considers the camera for a long moment before smiling abruptly.]

If there are any Wizards or Witches or other magic-using... people, [his eyes flick back and forth as he considers whether that covers the lot of it or not] I need some help sealing a sword that cuts through every sheath I try to put it in.
aslandish: (Sunlight)
[personal profile] aslandish
[ The video opens in darkness, the only sound to be heard the gentle movement of waves lapping against the shore. However, the very moment a tinge of light begins to creep over the horizon, a Voice begins to sing.

It is a Song the likes of which few have ever heard before. It rises as the light grows stronger, swelling with the tide and soaring as a bird may fly. It resonates in the air as well as the earth, a happy sound that could make even the most solemn of men dance to its melody.

The brightness of the morning spills over the waves, glistening with the newness of day. The Song crescendos finally as the sun peaks in the sky, only to diminish and fade into the sounds of the sea.

A few moments pass before the Singer finally appears. Great paws, golden and velveted all, appear first as he steps into view. A large, shaggy lion pads silently to the water edge, the breeze rustling its mane.

He stands there for a little while before turning and walking down the beach. ]

[ ooc: Please have a look at Aslan's PERMISSIONS POST before tagging! Aslan will be wandering around the beach as well as the outside part of the grounds all day. Feel free to run into him! He will respond to this video as well. Also, if you think your character might be able to detect/discern Aslan's true nature, feel free to have them do so! ]
no_nonsense: (This happens a lot I'm afraid.)
[personal profile] no_nonsense
[Susan normally liked to appear very pressed and presentable when she was in Public. While there was a distinctive difference between the magical network and Public, it wasn't quite distinctive enough for her liking. However, disheveled as she was, she had other, more pressing concerns than the state of her hair or the fact that her shirt was stained beyond saving.

(Well, the second bit was relevant, at least, given that it was stained with a generous amount of her own blood.)

Susan took a deep breath and regarded the screen with the most neutral expression she could manage. She wanted nothing more than to pass out, or whine about the wound in her back, but both of those activities were (ultimately) counter-productive. It didn't do to go unconscious or start panicking people, particularly when you were asking them for medical help.]

I seem to be having a bit of trouble.

[Given how pale she was, this was a fairly serious understatement. She was seated at the table in a cheerfully decorated tea room and, although she wasn't actually lying on it, it was a near thing.]

I would walk to the clinic to get this sorted, but I'm afraid I'm having difficulty staying upright.

If there is anyone with a bit of...first-aid experience near the tea-room on the first floor, I would be much obliged if they could see to stopping by. [And, because she was quite certain that the blast in her room hadn't done anything as convenient as killing Mr. Teatime, she added:] If you've got a sword as well, and the know-how to weild it, that would be ideal.

(OOC: So, generally speaking, the people involved in the Action portions of this have already discussed it with me on Plurk, but absolutely anyone and everyone is welcome to answer the video posting. Susan will ICly decline any Magic or Magic-like assistance, though, so if your character would spot this and would definitely offer to help that way, feel free to tag in! It won't derail anything, no worries.)


Jun. 28th, 2013 01:32 pm
elegance_guaranteed: (Want to meet my knife?)
[personal profile] elegance_guaranteed
[This is the expression of a child who just got what he wanted for Christmas, set on a face that would have been suitably boyish if his eyes had not been quite so unnerving. One was a dark grey marble and the other, unnaturally pale with a tiny pinhole pupil. An indistinct feeling of discomfort generally accompanies those who stare at him too long.]

A new scrying stone in my pocket and a new sword? I do hope that everybody's Hogswatch was as happy as mine.
teamug: (explain)
[personal profile] teamug
[Hello, Wonderland. Clara is currently sitting at the desk in her room, looking very much like a miniature and much less threatening version of the Godfather. She's got her device sitting up on a nearby shelf recording, so it leaves plenty of room to have her hands clasped together and resting on the desk. There's piles of neatly stacked papers resting near her hands, all of her recent notes on a certain subject.

And what is that subject you ask?


[Yep, as much as it pains her to talk about magic, she really has to. But then she realizes that she actually has no idea what she wants to say, her mind's gone totally blank. And she fumbles.]

Magic, magic, magic, magic.

[She buys herself some time with that as uncertainty settles in, but she keeps her business face on.]

Thought I'd hold a bit of discussion on it, magic. Got a few questions about certain kinds of spells, if anyone's experienced in the field.
exvampirate: (spn_s8e09_0010_Layer68)
[personal profile] exvampirate
[ The fuzzy face of everyone's favorite illusive vampire is now broadcasting because it's getting hard for him to focus on anything these days. He doesn't wanna bring this to Dean's attention either because he's got enough on his hands. He can't babysit Benny and his problems all the time. Benny is capable of handling this--or he thought he was. The hunger is getting bad though. He's not at his breaking point yet, but he has to do something about this. If he reaches the breaking point he's afraid of what he'll do to these folks. He doesn't wanna be a moving target either. This place has some angels in it and he'd rather not ruffle their feathers. Being smote just ain't his idea of a good time.

He shuts his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath that he doesn't actually need. Sometimes it helps him get his nerves under control when he gets like this. Sometimes it just makes him feel a little more human which he just ain't. ]
I got somethin' I wanna say to you fine folks. [ He swallows hard and looks around his room once more. He's putting himself in a considerable amount of danger if this place has hunters or humans with itchy trigger fingers, but he's hoping things won't go south. ] Whoever's listenin'--Hell I don't even know. I need somethin' from you people. If any of you are at all sympathetic to vampire's I could use a hand. I ain't gonna hurt ya, but I could sure use some food of the blood variety. Think of it as uh--a donation to my survival. I'd be awful appreciative if you could help. [ He hasn't drunk live in so long and he's not sure he wants to start again. He's hoping that nice doctor from before is still willing to help store some for him. He was willing to overlook the whole "drink me" incident. ] Please.
thepointisdolphins: (ah shit)
[personal profile] thepointisdolphins
[Crowley is in the bar and he is bitch-slapped drunk. He is ragingly drunk. He is drunker than the entire Roman Empire at a Saturnalia celebration. He is almost as drunk as he was after that whole Spanish Inquisition business. He is just so drunk okok.]

[He has his head on the bar and is sort of gurgling, twelve empty bottles of single-malt scotch nearby, and fortunately for him he can't even hear his Shadow yammering on.]

"Nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God." 1 Corinthians 6:10. It is a tragedy and a shame that we have Fallen so low.


Really, I don't see why it's so difficult to accept, considering what you were. Somewhere in that little black heart of yours the Holy Spirit still lives, and God's Love still burns.

[Crowley rolls his head to the other side. Or he tries to. He gives up halfway and ends up with his face mashed against the bar.]


But I know you don't have it in you to ask Him for forgiveness for your multitudinous sins. [The Shadow shakes its head sadly.] A shame. Truly, truly a shame. Perhaps the only recourse at this point is a good smiting.

[Crowley blows a raspberry.]
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[personal profile] worldentire
[ the voice message is quick, but he sounds tired and run-down and just a bit cranky. ]

Is there any chance anyone's found a way t'keep these damn creatures from makin' noise? Mine's not exactly the best conversationalist. I'll take a wild guess of "no", but. Better t'ask than assume in this particular situation.

[ the message ends abruptly once some odd noise in the background kicks up. it sounds almost like whale song.. ]
ofletters: (mother mary comes to me)
[personal profile] ofletters
[ Everyone's so busy ducking shadows and spilling secrets around here! So, have a Winchester, looking to mix things up. ]

Funny thing about these guys is, they may know our weaknesses, but we know some of their's, too. Like, silver--

[ Silver? If you're thinking knives and bullets, don't. Because the video turns from Sam's half amused, half still secretly very worn down expression to the shadow version of the man, who's tied up nice and tight in a chair, mouth sealed up with some duct tape. ]

Anyway, you don't have to deal with them if you know all their--

[ Tricks? Speaking of, that surly-looking shadow in the background seems to know Sam's, as previously mentioned. And springs out of his bindings to tussle with the original, so clunk goes the device. ]
tryingitall: (guilty/caught)
[personal profile] tryingitall
[Balthazar pops up in the feed looking drawn and stressed-out, his voice terse and sharp.] I have a question. Has anyone out there with peculiar weaknesses tried them on their own Shadow? Out of curiosity. Living with them indefinitely seems a bit--

[The voice of his Shadow comes from offscreen, but close.] Draw your sword. Let's try it. I won't even fight back.

[Flinch. The angel's eyes lock on the screen as he attempts to ignore the antics of his duplicate self in the background.] --seems a bit of a tall order, when they're so utterly determined to needle us.

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you're a coward. Well, never mind. At least you know I won't stab you in the back, either.

[His jaw twitches, and he goes on through gritted teeth.] Mostly, I'm curious whether spells and sigils can trap them effectively, but mine seems determined to stay close and disrupt my concentration.

Haha! Get it? Because stab--

[The sound cuts off abruptly, and a hand covers the video screen while Balthazar waits for replies.]

((OOC note: Still studying for my test, so replies will be very slow, but I will get to tags when I can.))
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[personal profile] childofthemoon
 [So. Ruby's been going a bit mad, all cooped up in the clinic. Can't even leave the bed yet, her leg still all torn up and making pathetic progress at healing itself back up. Almost worse than worrying over that, though, is the fact that it's maddening and boring to lie in a bed all day for two weeks. When Ruby 2.0 appears, she's all but ready to dismiss her as some kind of weird 'bored out of her own head' hallucination. Only, well, the copy never leaves, and the whole thing is a bit... scary? Intimidating? 

It takes exactly one mention of Peter, and Ruby is diving for her device, plastering on a smile as she snaps on a video.]

So. Ah. I guess we managed to gain twins, huh? I'm kinda freaking out about mine.

That's because you don't want everyone to know you're a werewolf and did terrible things. You know. As a wolf. 

Shut up, freaking.... hell. Yeah, could... Guys, can someone come over here and, I don't know, shove a sock in her mouth, I can't exactly hobble over there and do it myself. 

Well, girl, when you fail - and I say when, not if - you certainly do it with a taste for the dramatic. 

.... On second thought...

[Yeah, she's... so not cool with this. Any of this.]
moral_turnover: (175)
[personal profile] moral_turnover
I've had just about enough of you.

[The video feed comes to focus on a rather.. unsettling image. Not one, but two Regina's. Admittedly, the yellow-eyed being looked a tad bit more menacing than the other, but that didn't make matters much better for some.]

Oh? And what are you planning on doing? Are you going to use magic to get rid of me?

[There's a pause before the shadow begins to cackle.]

Wait a moment. That's right! You can't use your magic, can you. All because that little boy of ours made you promise not to.

[Regina kept quite, clearly doing her best to ignore its words. She now knew what the Cheshire Cat was speaking about and she wasn't at all pleased.]

You know Henry never truly love you once he's found out all the terrible things you've done. All lives you taken. Crushed even.

[Regina made her way down the entrance way stairs and out into the yard.]

I'm just like magic you know. Can't be ignored. Can't be forgotten. Still a piece of you that'll forever tug away at your mind. Oh, I guess I'm also like your mother in that respect.

[Regina sneered, cursing a few inaudible words under breath to which the shadow laughed once more.]

There's nothing you can do that will make them accept you. Not Henry. Not Emma. Most certainly not little miss Snow White or her Charming. But you don't want their acceptance, do you? You just want them-


[Regina turned, a ball of fire blazing in the palm of her hand.]

I've just about had it with your words.


(( OOC: Regina can literally be found anywhere during any day of the event. In her room arguing with her shadow; in the mansion doing just the same; in the yards getting ready to beam a fire ball at her shadow's head; or out by the stables, sulking as her shadow is chatting away in her ear. Just let me know where you're running into her and we can take it from there! Video/Text is available if you want her somewhere specific, and if it makes more sense for your character to contact her this way. She's literally open to any location!))
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[Castiel is moving along the hallways of the mansion, patrolling the building and subsequently the grounds. Occasionally, he stops his purposeful march to take flight, cross some distance with the beating of his wings. But always, always, there's this exact copy of him. Well. Not a perfect copy. More stiff, if that's possible, rigid, with hard and distant eyes. The words he speaks to Castiel vary, but the message is always the same. It's Friday, and Castiel itches for a way out.

He's the soldier Castiel was always supposed to be. Used to be.]

Come Marching Home )

[Castiel stops by the edge of the sea, frowns at the rolling waves and pretends not to hear his own, cold and dispassionate voice remind him of who is was created to be. Lips pressed into a thin line, he addresses the network in a short video. A little behind him, his Shadow can be seen, cold and unfeeling and more stoic than even the real Castiel manages to be.]

You're a traitor, Castiel. You broke rank, you deserted, you rebelled, you're falling. For an inferior line of apes and the world they ravage. Why?

There has to be a way to silence them permanently. If you find one, contact me. 

[The video snaps shut just as the Shadow opens his mouth to speak more. Castiel, it seems, wants to limit the screen time of his true soldier-self, the one not sympathetic as much as possible.]

((ooc: Feel free to contact Castiel via video, or if you wish, encounter him anywhere on the mansion grounds or in the mansion itself while he pointedly tries not to acknowledge the company he's forced to keep. Warning: His mood is somewhat poor, and the Shadow will not judge humans/mortals kindly.))

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[Henry's been walking around the castle, trying to ditch the little yellow eyed clone who keeps whispering in his ear. If you walk past him, or hear the accidental feed, you'll hear some of Henry's current insecurities.]

Do you really think everything they told you this time was the truth? They lied before, they could lie again. And what about the others. If Mary Margaret did that and she's so pure of heart, imagine what David has done. Or your real parents. How can you prefer your adopted mother over them anyway? They brought you into the world, she just lied to you and caused misery to everyone you grew up knowing.

(OOC Note: Henry can be found almost anywhere in the castle so just say where you are in your subject line or tag and that's fine, so long as I know.)
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[Souji is outside when he flips the feed on, sitting in the grass. With the possibility of anyone meeting his Shadow, whom he's never even had to face despite this being a phenomenon from his world, he's gotten himself as far from the Mansion and other people as he can manage. The patches of dark and light green grass behind him attests to where he's fled to.

He opens his mouth, then glances down and to one side at a murmur from that direction. A few seconds later, he looks at the camera again and takes a deep breath.]

They're called Shadows.

[That might be an abrupt way to begin, but he figures everyone's aware of the Shadows' presence by now.]

They are you, so there's no point in arguing about it with them.

[He pauses for a minute, shifting away as that someone off screen tugs at his sleeve.]

All the Shadows I've met can become violent pretty easily. These ones don't seem like they're going to, from what I can tell, but everyone should be careful, just in case.

[The tugging on his sleeve becomes more persistent and a rare look of irritation crosses Souji's face before he shuts off the feed.]

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Jun. 14th, 2013 05:48 pm
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Today I was going to celebrate the opening of my new shop on first floor. Obviously that is no longer the case since mood is too dampened to properly have a grand opening. Well done Wonderland. You've stolen the day's joy away. You may have foiled the festivities, but you will never take my inflatable plastic men alive.

Regardless, I will still be at service today if any of my items catch your interest:

item list )

The bat is effective against ghosts, though I can't promise they'll work against the doubles currently running around. You're certainly welcome to try if you meet my prices. I understand that credits are not a common currency here, so bartering with goods, services, or information is welcome. Particularly if you carry items from your own worlds.

Though I warn you should you decide to drop by: my doppelganger may not be suitable for all audiences.


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