Nov. 3rd, 2014 12:41 am
breakthecurse: A Better Son/Daughter - Rilo Kiley (Awake but cannot open my eyes)
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[It took two days for Tohru to heal and awaken, which is at least one more day than many people might have expected of her. Tragically, she was killed once before though, and this is her second death, and thus requires an additional day.

Late at night on November 1st, air rushes into Tohru's lungs and she jolts awake, sitting upright as adrenaline courses through her. But Angelus is gone, and she is alone in her room. She touche her neck gently, expecting it to hurt, but the wound has healed. She is alive again, though she is sticky from the blood she had been laying in and more than a little shaken.

She keeps to herself for much of the day on the 2nd, still unsure of how okay she truly is. Death is always...difficult, for many reasons. It leaves her thinking about a lot of difficult things. She spends much of the night talking to her mother's picture, seeking imaginary comfort from it. She showers and washes all the blood from her hair, and exchanges her sheets for clean ones because something about the mundaneness of making her bed is calming.

It is a while before she can approach the network without trembling, but eventually she does. At first she isn't certain what she wants to say, or how much she wants to reveal to the public at large, but...she feels she should say something. Her usual energy is gone, and she's quieter today. Upon reflection, she realizes there's really only one thing she wants to say at all.

Um...hello everyone. I...I-I just wanted to, ah.

[She looks down at the floor.]

I just wanted...I wanted to thank whoever moved me, a-and put me in my bed. Thank you very much. I don't know who you are, was really kind of you.

[That's all. She shuts off the feed after that. Video replies as well as action threads are welcome - she'll be keeping to her room today, and then returning to the diner by the 4th.]
intelligently: (NINETY FOUR)
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( No more than ten minutes ago there was a scream. A horrible, loud, piercing scream that resonated across the mansion and out across the grounds. A scream you could hear everywhere, and not from the network.

Lydia had been the cause of the scream, and following it had been terrible. She'd left her room, walked one floor down before stopping a few doors short of Tohru Honda's room. It takes Lydia a few seconds, blinking her initial confusion away as she returns to herself. She knows what this is - what this means. Between the scream and inexplicably finding herself in another location she knows that someone has died. She doesn't expect what she sees, though.

The network clicks on ten minutes following the scream, audio only. She's too upset - too horrified to show her face on the network, and she can't show what has happened. Her fear and upset can be heard clearly in her voice, if what she was about to say didn't already give a clue that something terrible had happened )

She's dead - Tohru. She's- ( Slaughtered. Mangled. Dead doesn't cover it ) Someone has to help her. She'll come back but- ( No one else should see what has happened but Tohru can't just be left like that. Has she died before? How long will it take for her to come back, especially after this ) -she shouldn't be alone.

( ooc; the post is backdated to the evening of the 30th!! )
abelmedic: (tell me where are the sirens)
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[Do your reading before you start asking questions. It's something that gets beaten into you in the clinical half of medical school, Maxine guesses, as she catches herself scrolling back through the network for going on half an hour before supposing that maybe she might want to post to it herself.

There hadn't seemed a real rush, though. The view from the roof is both impressive and almost disorientingly free of zombies, and once the odds of being bitten, shot, or otherwise endangered had proved to be apparently minimal, there was all the time in the world to sit and think through her situation.]

Okay, then. [She looks down at the device in her hands, bemused and uncertain. Communicating with actual video feels like something from a lifetime ago.] I guess the only real option is to jump right in, huh? It looks like I'm not the only new person here, but hey. It's kind of nice seeing the consensus answers to the questions I was going to ask myself.

Anyway, I'm Doctor Maxine Myers, from . . . Abel Township? England? Chicago, America, Earth? And, uh. If there's a local barter economy, I'm glad to work as a medic. Heck, even if there isn't a barter economy. If all of this didn't make me crazy, retiring probably would.
handing: (all i have left)
[personal profile] handing
Discoveries and Introspection )

For those who know him, Tony Stark has gone back home.

[She says it calmly, as she would any other announcement; as she has, when she's pushed through bad news in the past. And though she's tired, always feels tired these days, Pepper still continues with her original intention. She doesn't want to drift back down into that same darkness she's fought so hard to struggle out of. So she glances down for a moment, then looks back to the phone, quietly determined to get out the rest before the inevitable replies from their friends.]

I was wondering if someone was taking care of the art gallery these days. I know Lord Buckingham had originally run it, but I haven't seen him in quite some time. If no one minds, I'd like to take up the mantle. I have experience curating art collections from back home, and I think it'd be worthwhile to maintain the one here.

[To give herself purpose, and focus. Something from her old sense of normality to fold into the new. She needs that, and more importantly, now she's ready to take it on.]

Thank you for your time.

[The feed ends there, though of course she's listening for replies. Pepper's planning on spending a fair amount of time in the gallery that afternoon, to get a feeling for how things were set up and what she might want to change in the future.]
selfrespecting: labcoat (staredown)
[personal profile] selfrespecting
[Martha's opened up video recordings like this before. She's in the clinic, in her labcoat and sitting at her desk, though at least this time there's no monster raging and so it isn't strictly a crisis situation.

Except for the fact that there are Mirrors seeping into their ranks, which is not something they can outright ignore. It's a race to see who gets the vorpal sword, and yet Martha wonders if they should be thinking of it that way.]

Hello, everyone. The word's out, we have some Mirrors in our midst, so I hope you all know to be careful. Some very dangerous people could be posing as friends or family.

[With that warning issued, she quickly moves into the heart of this message.]

But I can't help but ask... aren't we all looking for the same thing? The vorpal sword, I mean. I doubt that you Mirrors want to be torn apart by the jabberwocky any more than we do.

[As preposterous as it might sound, would it be so horrible to actually try and work together on this?]

I know that I can't ask everyone to get along, though, so if something does happen and you're hurt -- whether you're from this side or the Mirror side, mind you -- I'll be here to see to your wounds. [That's no doubt going to be a controversial statement -- in fact, most of this broadcast falls into that category. Martha won't relent so easily, though.]

I hope it doesn't come to that, but I am prepared. [And with that, she ends the feed. When Martha isn't on riddle-solving duty, she'll be working long hours in the clinic in anticipation of any of the issues that crop up when Real Things and Mirrors mix.]
nascensibility: this one is my favourite ([ LIBRARIAN INTENSIFIES ])
[personal profile] nascensibility
Hallo. Erm. I have...multiple announcements, I suppose. One is that the book club we established months ago, which fell to the wayside when there was an unfortunate incident at the library-

[Murder. It was murder. And she found the body. Let's move on.]

-is going to start up again. I've posted a sheet on the library doors for people to recommend books they would prefer to read and discuss. Secondly, and more importantly, I know that just about everyone has noticed the riddle the Duchess left. Far be it from me to encourage the scurrilous behaviour of questionable individuals, but those of us who have been here for some time know better - when last we were given a riddle, Wonderland was plagued by all manner of unfortunate fictional monsters.

[The late and grieved Mark Meltzer, in all his investigatory influence, has left a lingering effect on his pupil and peer, who appears steadfastly determined to solve this particular puzzle before any more beasties burst forth from the Mansion's belly.

It should be noted, dear listeners, that Evelyn is planted firmly in front of her library niche, where a good portion of the wall has been taken up by papers and notes, some of them a year old and others freshly scribed, a few bits of red string linking facts and events together. Is it the work of a professional archaeologist and researcher, or a manic conspiracy theorist?

You decide.

I've begun compiling old notes from the last riddle and put them alongside my notes from this one in the event there are connexions. There are a number of hidden words and statements, you see- the...the most evident of these are the bolded letters that form the word "mount," the green letters that spell "closet," lower and upper letters spelling "liar" and "old," et cetera. But there- there is absolutely more to this, more than I thought there was-

[She reaches for two larger pads of paper, one of which has a series of zeroes and ones with text beneath it, the other dots and dashes accompanied by tiny notations that detail the numerological meaning of the number eight.]

There is further hidden text. Holding a finger over the word "true" in the message, there appear ten figures of three dashes and two dots, Morse code for the number eight. Over the word "cost," there are dozens upon dozens of ones and zeroes. It's a binary code!

[If she looks frightfully ecstatic, it's because she loves being smart.]

I've translated it to uncover a hidden poem which may, perhaps, raise more questions than it will answer them, but I should like everyone's input. This is something we have to solve together.
samlicker81: (cue all the love)
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[ when the feed opens on becky's face, it's obvious from her expression that she's trying to hold back her excitement about something. her grin seems to say she knows something that everyone else doesn't know — and, well, it's something everyone has probably been wondering about since tuesday. at least, the ones she'd subjected to being set up. she would have attempted to hide her identity as the person responsible for the blind dates for longer than a few days, but she's simply dying to know how they all went and the only way she can find out is if she outs herself. or she could just stalk everyone, but this way is much easier and much more direct. ]

Soooooo... [ the vowels fluctuate in a sing-song manner and she stares expectantly at the screen, brows raised. ] How was everyone's Tuesday? I'm dying to hear all about it.

[ yeah, she's really not trying for subtlety here. she might actually die from excitement at this point the way she's practically holding her breath. it's almost like she's saving it all in case she needs to let out a powerful fangirl screech... sadly, that probably won't happen. maybe next time, becky. ]
akapeanut: (You're a stupid fucking stupidhead)
[personal profile] akapeanut
[Although she's had some help from people who signed on for building duties in her little venture, George has been learning a lot of the ins and outs of ship building on her own. In small pieces. In the tunnels.

Okay, so, like, if you're going to build a boat to try and escape and you don't want mirror people and the Queen of Hearts to fuck with it, you've gotta do it in a place they can't see, right? And the tunnels don't have mirrors. Awesome! But they also don't have enough room for a boat big enough to carry a dozenish people. Goddamnit. So here she is, building small pieces of the boat with intentions of, on the day they set sail, gathering everyone up to drag the pieces onto the beach and assemble them as quickly as possible.

Needless to say, this isn't going especially well. Which is probably why the video turns on to the sounds of a hammers and power tools banging interspersed with bouts of loud cursing and creaking wood. The image doesn't show much of what's going on, just some wooden pieces and the bottom half of George's legs. After a few minutes, though, there's a loud, wet crunching sort of sound just barely audible over the sound of a powersaw, and the legs tense up. The powersaw turns off.]

Godfuckingdamnit all to HELL!

[She lets out a muffled shriek, stomps her feet a little, and then whirls around, marching over to the--]

Of fucking course it's on.

[She sighs and picks up the device, aiming its camera at her face.]

Hi. I'm fine. Just. I'll be heading to the clinic in a few.

...Do you put a severed finger in milk or is that just for lost teeth? Well, fingers...

[Uh. She's gonna end the feed now.]
intelligently: (SIX)
[personal profile] intelligently
Considering that it's obvious that not everyone is from the same type of place, and about half of everyone here didn't know about any kind of magic before getting here- ( It's okay, neither did she ) -it would be interesting to know exactly what there is, and what's possible in worlds. When things get brought here knowing about it first could be useful.

And before anyone asks, no- it's not going personal. I don't care whether you're part of any of the questions just what you already knew and what's possible. It's from a science perspective.

( Which she will tell you about if you actually ask because no many people care about Wonderland physics )

Where are you from?
When are you from?
Did you already know about:
    Supernatural creatures? ( e.g. nazi vampires )
    Other non-human things? ( e.g. gods )
    Resurrecting the dead?
    Reality altering?
    Alternate/pocket dimensions?
    Something 'unusual' not specified?
( Yes, half of that list is also magic related but specific can be very helpful )

So fill it out. And yes, giving examples would actually be helpful. Any questions?

goesdown: (I thought I was using me to get to you)
[personal profile] goesdown
[ Crowley's dark wings loom dangerously behind him and not much of his surroundings can be see in the video, but it's probably hard to pay attention to the wall behind him when there's a livid angel on the screen.

His face is tense in a way few people have seen during his time in Wonderland. He's not annoyed or frustrated. He's angry.

John Blake is dead, but at least one of you already knew that, didn't you?

[ And, oh, is he going to teach them a lesson. ]

If you know anything useful, do share with the class.

[ OOC: All network responses are welcome. Action responses from demons will probably end in severe damage from Crowley, so if that's your bag, let's discuss it OOC first. If you would like your character to interact with Crowley about this after the event is over and he's a demon again, I will direct you to his IC contact post or you can just mark the thread as such here if you're concerned about it counting for AC. ]
alionsheart: (we've certainly earned it;)
[personal profile] alionsheart
[ Robin doesn't use his device too terribly often; not because he doesn't understand how to use it - he's caught on well by now - but he'd still much prefer to speak with someone in person, unless of course they really only need to ask something briefly of each other. It serves a purpose, he won't deny that.

And today, he's decided to step outside of his comfort zone and deviate from how he normally conducts himself, posing a few questions and observations to anyone who might be listening.

He's in the dining room at the moment, giving some thought as to what he wants to eat, and his face is rather perfectly centered as he speaks. ]

Before my arrival here in Wonderland, I had a brief stay in a small village by the name of Storybrooke. Everyone frequented Granny's diner, so I presume the food was extraordinary there, but I regretfully didn't have much time to sample it all.

[ He thinks for a moment, trying to remember some of the menu items: ]

I enjoyed the burger I was able to try, and the grilled cheese.

I was curious about something called buffalo wings. Does anyone know much about the buffalo? It must be rather small, based on its wing structure.

[ He's familiar with chickens, and the meat that comprises burgers, but buffalo is something new to him. ]

I've come to understand there's a particular type of food unique to diners, and while this place isn't a diner in the strictest sense, we can certainly acquire any of the food normally found there. I'm not sure what I should try. Any suggestions?
henrydaniel: (neverland sux)
[personal profile] henrydaniel
[Henry really doesn't understand how he came to be in a garden when he was just going to try and find Robin to maybe talk to his mom; there was a lot happening, and maybe if he could convince him...but that didn't seem to matter now. He broke through a clearing in the forest when suddenly there was a fountain in front of him, and a lot of flowers and hedges and -

- there's something in his pocket that most definitely wasn't there before. He pulls it out, turning it over, and it sort of seems like his cell phone. So, he starts pushing buttons and finds the camera. Switching it to record, he flips the camera so that it's facing him, and pauses, trying to figure out what to say. Not even sure if this is the right thing to do.]

Um...I'm Henry. And I think maybe I walked through a portal. If you don't know what that is, then, it's sort of like a magic door. And if you do know what that is, do you know who my moms are? Regina and Emma.

[He pauses again; what if they think something really bad happened to him? Has something really bad happened to him?] If you know them, and you can maybe get a message to them, tell them I'm okay. I can figure this out. [They were both really brave, and he can be too. He just has to be calm.]

Okay, well, if someone could maybe tell me where I am...I think that would be good. I just want to go back home, to Storybrooke. [He stops the recording then hits 'send,' not even sure of where it's going. And then he just waits, wondering how long he should before striking out to try and find answers.]
coldhardy: (sweet and shy)
[personal profile] coldhardy
[The woman onscreen is young and willowy, with pale blonde hair and wide eyes. Her dress today is light blue and shimmering, patterned with slightly darker blue crocuses. Rows of shelving behind her make it obvious that she's in the library.

Addressing these devices still feels strange to her--it's been impossible for her to shake off the general sensation of being watched--but she's getting the hang of it all, and she has something she wants to ask, something more than a simple icebreaker.]

I'm sure not all of you enjoy reading, but I always have... it's been keeping me entertained here in Wonderland. The thing is, I don't know what I should try next!

One of the most interesting things about this place is the chance to meet people from different places and times. That means that there must be thousands of books that are worth reading, but I've never heard of them... I wouldn't have any idea of where to start.

So I was wondering whether or not you could recommend a book or two to me? Your favorites, or something you think I might like. I'll be very grateful.

[She looks over her shoulder at the full shelves, then adds, humorous and helpless,]

... I'll be even more grateful if you come down here and help me find it!

[And indeed, anyone who does come down to the library will find her peering at shelves or frowning at the list she's making.]
refusing: (sweetly)
[personal profile] refusing
[Seated in a chair with her feet propped up on a nearby little table, Rose Tyler is attempting to figure some things out. She's almost entirely convinced the TARDIS will show up at some point or her mobile will ring and she'll be right on her way. So she's casual and calm, not really in a big rush to say what's on her mind.

She toys with her communicator for a moment, which causes it to drop. Cursing under her breath, she hops out of her chair to pick it up, and resumes her casual slouched down position, feet back up on the table.

Captain's log -

[She pauses, laughing at herself.]

Nah, that's total rubbish. What about this one?

[Barely able to keep a straight face, she sits upright and slides the communicator across the table so only half of her face is view. She's now pulling a dramatic face that some damsel in distress would before she was killed by a robot overlord.]

Look anything like one of those awful sci-fi movies, then?

[It's followed up with a sigh, and then she gets down to business. Her communicator is picked up and set on her lap, and she stares down at it.]

Sorry. Don't really have a knack for using these things yet. Thing is, I'm looking for my friend, thought that maybe he might be here? He goes by the Doctor, yeah? And he's always going on like a big excited kid 'bout things nobody understands. But I do, some of the time anyway, and -

[Nope, keep those emotions in Rose. Keep 'em in. A hand goes up to her mouth, her fingers curling up against her lips as she becomes increasingly more worried over all this.]

I've gotta find him, if he's here. He's hopeless when he's out there all on his own.
killjoyteaboy: (please don't say that)
[personal profile] killjoyteaboy
[The man on the screen is neatly dressed, keeping a perfectly straight face and only looking a little, tiny bit panicky around the eyes. From the background, he seems to be sitting in one of the tea rooms, holding a mug of something steaming in his hands and staring at the communicator where it balances on one knee.

He's fairly sure he just hallucinated being sixteen again for three days, and now thin air is giving him coffee.]

There's enough chatter that someone ought to see this. I'm--

[He clears his throat, and regroups, sipping from his mug. It's not even bad coffee.]

-- Ianto Jones, and I would like to have a little chat with someone about just what's going on.

[Were they really all children?]

And where we are.

Really I'd appreciate any details you have at all, thanks.
smileslie: (srsly)
[personal profile] smileslie
[Mandy's actually very used to waking up in strange places without having much memory of how she got there, and Wonderland has a leg up on some in that she's still fully dressed. The phone's confusing as all hell, she's not used to one that one can do more than talk on, but she figured that out after punching a few buttons. She really is much more clever than the airhead act she'd been putting on most of the last three years.

Still, the act--The Divine Miss Mandy Slade--doesn't die as easily as she would like. She should have known that it would take far more than a pile of legal mumbo jumbo to get Brian Slade out from under her skin, to stop performing every bloody second of her life. So, what the citizens of Wonderland will hear is certainly not her real voice--which would come out very flat, tired, and American. Instead, they'll hear an almost coyingly-sweet accent anyone with half a brain will know is a very fake British]

Right, since it appears I actually haven't gone completely off my rocker just yet after all, I've just a few questions for all you boys and girls and....whomever else may be inhabiting this lovely little estate. The first being that there are two men I am quite curious to know the whereabouts of. One might be a bit harder to spot, a Mr. Curt Wild. Although, if he's been here for any length of time without access to an electric guitar or certain other--indulgences, I suspect he may have made his presence a bit better known. The other may be going by any number of names, although the most likely would be Mistah Brian Slade. You'd know him by his shockingly blue hair and--

[half a dozen of Brian's other body parts go through her mind, and it hurts, remembering how beautiful he was once upon a time. How beautiful it all was, for a moment.

She clears her throat, before she actually starts crying again. She's done enough of that, and she swears that giving Brian the satisfaction of seeing it as he laughed her out of his life will be the last time it happens. The accent drops, suddenly, and if anyone could see her face they could almost see the mask she'd plastered on fall as well. It was easier to talk about Curt; she doesn't fear what being in his presence might make her do]

My other question is, does anyone happen to have any smokes?
cortexual: (the worst I have ever seen)
[personal profile] cortexual
[ Cue up one particularly irate face. He's trying his hardest to act calm, to not to let the vein by his temple throb with his obvious distaste. It's an obvious struggle between professionalism and an outright rant, one that'll spread and engulf all in its wake like a broken levy. If it breaks. Probably not a good idea to find out.

Or do. Whichever.

To anyone who reads this transmission, this is Starfleet officer Leonard McCoy speakin'. Anyone affiliated with Starfleet or the Federated Planets, please respond immediately. [ And he does mean immediately, because to hell with this standing out in the open shit! He's just asking to be kidnapped by unfriendly natives. ] Or, Hell, I'd take a damn Nibiran at this point...

[ With a grim huff, he looks askance for a moment before his attention rests back on the screen. The likelihood another officer is going to hear his transmission seems moot, so he tries for a Plan B as well. ]

I'll also take a point in the direction of whatever passes for a foreign embassy or emergency care facility around here...

McCoy out.
rattus_rattus: (sad shock)
[personal profile] rattus_rattus
[Peter is having a nightmare.

The last thing he remembers is falling asleep in his Gryffindor dormitory with his mates snoring all around him. It’s a strangely comforting sound, one that always puts him right to sleep better than a sleeping draught but tonight is different. His dreams are filled with an old terror and he finds himself running through the halls of the castle, trying to get away from the nameless, shapeless form that haunts him.

Soon the castle walls shift into long corridors with ornate mirrors on either side. His barefeet pad noisely on the tiled floor, his heart beating in his chest. It isn’t until he trips and falls, skidding into the wall that he has the sinking realization that he isn’t dreaming any longer. Some how, his dream has become a reality.

In a panic, Peter turns out his pockets looking frantically for his wand. A black device clatters to the ground and turns on, video capturing him without his knowledge.]

Where is it… Where is my wand?

Oh Merlin’s balls, where am I? I was sleeping… I know I was sleeping.

[There’s a noise down the corridor and Peter turns to it fast, his face white.]

What was that? Fecking hell, what is going on?

I can’t believe I don’t have my wand! What sort of wizard am I?
imnosavior: (the same thing every day;)
[personal profile] imnosavior
[AUDIO, locked to James Potter, Daryl Dixon, Sam Winchester, John Blake, Castiel, Philip, and Evelyn O'Connell:]

I've been meaning to get in touch with all of you for awhile, but the timing hasn't been right. Between events and being yanked home, other people bouncing back and forth-- it's been hectic, but that's no excuse.

The resistance. I'm sure we've all been thinking about it since the last version of Dean up and vanished.

[To some extent, anyway. And it's not even that she doesn't like the new Dean -- but aside from Sam and Castiel, he doesn't know any of them. He's not the one they all looked to as their leader.]

We need to reorganize. We have everything we need. The people, the tools, the home base. We have a structure to build on, but we've all been adrift and out of touch since we lost the guy we decided was our leader. We can't put all of our eggs in one basket again, but we do need leaders. Dean trusted us. All of us. I figure this is the best place to start. If one person leaves, or two, or however many-- the others will still be there to keep things running. Keep people safe and eventually get them out.

I need to know if you're all still interested. All that hard work we did before... we can't let it be for nothing. Not when we know what's coming.

[Resistance Notebook:]
To any and all remaining resistance members: we need to get back on task. Meeting this coming Sunday at Fort Dixon-Potter, 9:00 PM. If you have friends here that you trust? Bring them. We need people, and we're not aiming to be some top-secret club. Most of us want the same thing. If Christmas taught us anything, we can't sit on our hands. I know a hell of a lot of you have been working separately to try and make sure we don't see that future, but we should all be working together, organize ourselves. We'll be stronger that way.

- Emma
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[personal profile] likesimpossible
[ All things considered, things have been rather interesting recently, but now they've settled down again, and honestly, the Doctor's been feeling a bit deflated.

For one thing, he's used to having the option of going nearly anywhere in time and space, and now he can't. Oh, yes, he can go from one end of the mansion to the other, and go off to various places branching off from there, but it's starting to lose its charm a bit.

He's tried digging around in the attic for things for experiments, and he's done the same with the closet in his room. But he's been lacking inspiration, so all he's got is a bunch of junk filling up space in his room and not much to show for it.

Main point being, he's bored and just a tiny bit unhappy. So he's taking to the network to see if he can't find inspiration from somewhere or someone. ]

Hello, Wonderland.

[ He waves, but it's a hair less energetic than it might have been normally. ]

I'll keep this short, but the thing is, I've run out of things to do. Well, the things I'd usually do to keep from getting too bored.

[ He hates the very sound of that word, and just saying it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. ]

So, that's why I'm here. What do you lot do when you've got too much energy but can't think of anything to do?
enchangement: (a shattered mind)
[personal profile] enchangement
[ one of the hallway devices comes on just as a girl with brown hair and eyes just a tad too wide looks away from it. it's hard to tell if she realizes it's on or not, just from her body language; she seems to be ignoring it. ]

I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls!

[ she moves down the hall with careful, measured steps before suddenly, a pirouette, suddenly, a spin. ]

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,
The manifold, soft chimes,
That fill the haunted chambers of the Night,
Like some old poet’s rhymes.

You're not that soft, you know. Not even for chimes. More like a pealing cacophony, an orchestra in nearly 140 counteractive counterproductive musical parts. Give the flutes to the viola players, see how you like the sound.

It isn't night, and this isn't quiet, there's too many of you and not enough of me.

What was calculated in the past does not account for the solution in the present, and all the precipitates have changed.

Hello and hello again.

We're grounded in a child's fantasy all bright colors and mirrored surfaces... [ she pauses here, and peers at the nearest mirror, across the hall from the device, but her eyes are looking right at it in the reflection. ] Reflections and refractions. What makes you so clever, so new?

[ the device switches off there. anyone interested in running into the young ms. tam in person is more than welcome - even if you don't approach her, she's likely to approach you. ]
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[personal profile] sexandoutrage

[Are you sick of his face yet, Wonderland? Well, you might as well get used to it, because you're far more likely to catch him here than in person. But at least this time there's more of a point to this than piglets or sassing the crowd. It's something he's been mulling over for a few days, and Sam's post about classes (and other things) has finally spurred him into action.]

Okay, so I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and I've dug around and haven't found what I'm looking for, so I'm looking to you guys to kind of...Help me compile a few things.

[He leans back in his chair, lacing his fingers together over his middle.]

Now I'm sure by now, we've all heard the story of how the Jabberwocky is supposed to show up at some point in the relatively near future - because let's be honest with each other, folks, five years isn't that long, and I can't give you an ETA on when I can get us out of here, just that I can - and that doesn't leave us a whole lot of time. Now, I know I wasn't here when the message was delivered, but you guys have been pretty great at giving me an idea of what we can expect. And I know there's some dissent among the crowd here about whether that's still going to happen or not, but just. Let me run this by you.

Thanks to all of that, I've put together a few ideas, and I'm curious about who might be on board. Because ultimately, it's going to take every last one of us to make it work. So consider this me putting out my feelers for how you guys feel about it.

One, we should probably start weaning ourselves off the closets of this place. Stockpile what we can't make ourselves at first, use those greenhouses for more than just a landmark, maybe. I know there's stuff out there now, but it might be good to start looking into things that go beyond being pretty decorations. Start looking into food crops, medicinal plants, that kind of thing. I know cold turkey's not an option, but on the whole, whether this Jabberwocky really shows up or not, it might be better as a whole if we stop relying on "magic" - [He uses finger quotes.] To do everything. And we should probably think about giving this place a different power source. I don't know what's running the electricity and everything now, but I've got some better ideas for that.

Two, there's a list of classes - which is highly informative, actually, I didn't think you guys had anything like that - but no kind of guide for who can do what here. Basic things, because while we don't age, we can get sick, we can die, we need haircuts...You get the idea. So what I'm asking is, if you have a basic skill like that, no matter what it is, let me know. I'm gonna be putting it together, so it can be in that updated pamphlet you've heard Pepper talk about working on. I know people drift in and out of here, and that's fine, because editing isn't that big of a deal. That way people don't have to take a blind stab in the dark for what they're looking for, and have a list right there ready.

And...I guess that's it. Everything I had on my list for now, anyway. If you have anything you wanna add, let me know, because I fully admit I've still got the new car smell here, and this was just stuff that happened to occur to me talking to you guys.

By the way. My birthday's tomorrow. Feel free to direct all gifts you plan to shower me with to Miss Pepper Potts. She knows what to do with them.

[Because clearly Tony's birthday is the most important part of anything ever. Stark parties are legendary.]

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I learned something interesting recently.

I'm going to successfully bring life into the world. Something to look forward to in the future.

Have any of you been told something that will happen to you in the future?
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[ Now he wouldn't make a network post so soon after his last, but the pieces fell together quite perfectly, as if the powers that be had rewarded him for acting on his most base desire to humiliate another. Not Buckingham, no, but it seemed well timed. It isn't right after he finds Buckingham's dead body that he makes the network post. He has other, more important things to do. He puts on a calm but perturbed face with a firm frown, and starts the video. He's in the dining room, at the table, the body can't be seen. For a moment he sits with a first lightly against his mouth in concern, not speaking. ]

I would prefer not to make this public, but as I do not know who Lord Buckingham considers a friend...I regret to inform you all that he has been murdered. I--

[ He pauses, licking his bottom lip in a display of discomfort and looking elsewhere from the camera. Then back to it. ]

As a medical professional I'm not unfamiliar with corpses, but I would rather not stay here any longer than I have to. The body is in the dining room, I suggest someone who knows him come and at least make him decently presentable.

[ And, well, that's the end of that. ]

01 | video

May. 19th, 2014 11:08 am
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[ Belle is in the library, which is obvious by her surroundings but also if you know her. She's been here before since arriving, but this time she hasn't left in a couple of days. There are books piled around her on the table and there are three open in front of her. Even as Belle sends out the video she's still looking down at her book. Can't stop ]

There is so much to read here. I don't think I've seen a library so big.

[ The one that Rumple had made for her was lovely - possibly nicer as it was hers, but this seemed to further expand as you moved through it ]

I could spend a lifetime here.

[ Although it could possibly be a very short lifetime if someone doesn't feed her or make her sleep. She'd fallen asleep from exhaustion before but it wasn't long ]

There are so many things that I wouldn't have known before. Apparently sneezing is quite dangerous. [ And she's looking at a second book now ] And crocodile's can't move their tongues.

[ She'd gone to the library originally to look up something useful, and to expand her knowledge. These were definitely all useful facts ]

I wish I had more time to get through everything.
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[ This morning, the Doctor's in relatively good spirits. Actually, he's in brilliant spirits, if the way he's grinning means anything at all. ]

Adventure, now that's a wonderful word. Don't you just love the sound of it? Adventure!

[ He waves a few times before moving on. ]

Anyone want to come with me? Not really sure where I'm going yet, but wherever it is, it's going to be just great. No, not just great, it's going to be incredible!

[ Yes, a certain someone is craving adventure right now, and whether or not he's got companions to come along, he's going to be roaming all over the mansion with no plans to stop. Good thing he's got enough energy for twenty people, right? ]

01 - Video

May. 12th, 2014 06:50 am
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A beach. This is better than last time I was kidnapped. It's better than the past several times I was kidnapped really. I've got clothes on this time.

[There's a short pause as he looks down at himself and grins cheekily at the camera.]

That's a condition I'm willing to change if requested.

[A wink and he's back to being mostly serious as he studies the communicator.]

I'm Captain Jack Harkness, and judging by this, I'm somewhere in the 21st century. Apple hasn't taken over the world yet. Glad to see that. If people actually read the Apple service agreement, they would notice there's a part in there about not starting a nuclear war with their products. Not everyone reads that. Especially not the kid out in -

[Something Shiny or Sexy rolled across Jack's path because he glances off to the side at it and then back to the screen.]

Is there a reason that there's a pack of piglets running around on your beach with little bathing suits? This isn't one of those planets where that's the dominant species, is it? [Because he's going to be real disappointed if it is.] Also, has anyone seen a big blue box, a scrawny rooster haired man with a striped suit or a stunningly beautiful blonde woman he doesn't deserve?


May. 1st, 2014 09:02 pm
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[This post is coming from outside in the gardens, low to the ground. It’s a beautiful spring day, the sky is very blue, and Tohru Honda is uncharacteristically all in black, though she still seems at least somewhat cheerful. Saki Hanajima is there as well -- it looks like they’re having a picnic.]

Ah, hello everyone. [And she gives a very tiny wave.] I just wanted to let everyone know that I won’t be in the diner today. You see, um --

[There’s some brief fumbling of the camera and a tiny "Excuse me, Hana? Can you hold Mom up, please?". After a moment, a picture appears in view, held up very steady.]

This...this is my mom, Kyoko Honda. She was an amazing and strong, and the most kind and wonderful person I’ve ever known. She raised me all by herself and made the best out of everything life threw her way. If she were here right now, I’m sure she would try and beat up whoever brought us here, and say something like “Who the hell do you think you are kidnapping me and Tohru and Hana and everyone else to this freaking dump?!” or something along those lines. Though, that might be left over from her Red Butterfly days…

[Tohru tried her best Kyoko voice there, but she’s just not capable of that level of intimidation.]

One can never forget the blazing glory left from her motorcycle flapping away in the night…

Anyway, my mom...time is strange here, but counting the time I’ve been here she died three years ago today. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to honor her death last year, because it fell during an event, and I know we can’t go and visit her grave properly, but it doesn’t feel right to not do anything on this day. And I’m really fortunate to have Hana here this time as well!

[And Tohru moves the camera to give Hana some spotlight. Hana makes a peace sign.]

So, um. I’ll be busy today. But I’ll be back in the diner tomorrow! I’m sure everything will be okay without me. Thank you very much for understanding.

Of course, should anything happen to your precious diner, I’m sure the perpetrators would be punished severely…

[And with that, Tohru waves bye to the camera, and gently encourages Hana to do the same before she shuts it off.]

[ooc: Responses will come from either Tohru or Hana (or both!) since they’re having a picnic together.]
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[ Sometime between downing the last of his rum and lowering the empty bottle, the scenery around him had abruptly shifted. There was suddenly no tang of salt to the air, no cool breeze on his face, or the quiet bobbing of the dinghy over calm ocean waves. Nope. Instead, in its place, was solid ground, the warmth of indoors, the mild scent of incense permeating the air. And an immensely puzzled pirate captain, now presently sitting on the smooth floor of the Entrance Hall.

Jack took a couple moments to process this abrupt change -- glancing side to side with a furrowed brow -- then patted himself down to check that his effects were still on him. The network device was discovered thereafter, buried in one of his coat pockets. Jack let out a curious: 'oh!' and proceeded to investigate it, turning it over and sideways and around a few times. Then, for a couple minutes, he watched the network -- and all the strange voices and faces that flashed across it -- with a mildly perturbed expression.

Eventually it's by some miracle (AKA the random, accidental press of buttons) that the video is actually turned on. And then it's only mid-sentence, of course, and with half of Jack's face filling the entirety of the feed: ]
-- bizarre contraption or somewhat of the sort. [ When Jack speaks, a couple words here and there are accented with a flash of silver from his teeth. The view shifts, then, and the pirate peers closer. Enjoy that extreme close up of one suspicious, squinting, kohl-framed eye, everyone. ]

Blimey. This is a dream, i'n'it? [ An expectant beat, then: ] Ah. Well o' course it is, what else could it be. [ The feed draws back, and one can see the corner of his mouth twitch, upper lip slightly upturned. Jack lifts the empty bottle in his hand, watching the last few drops dribble out. ] Not a particularly fantastic dream, mind you, given the most recent and appalling deficit of rum. [ The view shifts away to the ceiling of the Entrance Hall as he sets the device down, and Jack continues. ] Could be much better, too, really, with all things considered.
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[ The Doctor turns on the feed and waves energetically a bit. Clearly something's tickled his fancy and now he's going to share it with whoever happens to be looking or listening. ]

Right, so the forest. Blimey, but it's gorgeous. The trees are just so tall, it's almost as though they grow right up into the clouds.

Well, at least, they might if you could see the clouds from way down on the ground.

[ He rubs at his chin before continuing, still grinning all the while. ]

Though, it's a bit too easy to wind up turned about in there, as I found out. It wasn't bad, though. I just lost about a day. Could've been a lot worse, really.

[ Although, you'd think he'd lost a bit more than that, since that event was days ago, and he's only just now commenting on it. ]

So, how is everyone? Everything alright?


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