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[ Damon's sipping on something that looks like wine - he looks bored and unimpressed but mainly wet and shirtless. He shifts and it becomes obvious that he's sitting in a bath tub, bubbles galore. Wonderland blogging out of boredom obviously.

At first it might seem like this is an accidental video but then he begins speaking and it becomes very clear that he's just not shy at all.

Pagan gods, morse code, duchesses. Anyone notice this is like Facebook for the criminally insane. [ Not that he's one to talk. ]

No offense.

[ Not that he really cares. ]
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[ Surprisingly, for once, the Doctor looks just the smallest bit tired. All things considered, that last event wasn't terrible, although dying wasn't fun, and being a ghost lost its novelty fairly quickly.

But it doesn't mean anything in the long run, other than the fact that he's feeling just a tiny bit diminished: nothing that a little relaxing won't cure. And right now, the Doctor can be found in the kitchen with his feet propped up on a chair and a cup of steaming hot tea resting within easy reach of his hand.

He turns his attention to the camera and smiles. ]

How're you lot doing? Everyone alright? That last event was interesting, wouldn't you say?

[ Honestly, though, he wishes that the death toll hadn't been so large, or that it hadn't existed at all, but sometimes deaths can't be avoided, no matter how unpleasant a truth that may be. ]

If I learned anything from it, it's that I'm a rubbish hunter.

[ In an odd way, it's almost lucky sickness got him in the end, or else he might've wound up starving. Never mind that it might have been on purpose that he didn't really have much success taking down game. ]

But either way, now we're back to our normal lives, yeah? Or at least as normal as they can be around here.

[ He stops then to lift his teacup, toast the camera, and then take a sip. He's not in any hurry to leave, so anyone who feels like it is welcome to join him. ]


Sep. 5th, 2014 11:03 am
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Show of hands. How many of you actually died of dysentery during Wonderland's flashback to 90's 8-bit wonderment? Did anyone actually make it to Oregon or did all the members of your party die trying to ford a three foot river?

I've gotta say, as far as events go here? That one was definitely a trip down memory lane to elementary school nightmares. Word to the wise? Never name your party members after family and friends. Way to scar us at an early age, entertainment industry.

[Kate shrugs and grins a second later. It hadn't exactly been the easiest of events she's experienced here but at the same time? It sure had been... entertaining isn't exactly the right word. Not with a ghost Billy haunting their caravan for most of the trip.

Something. It had been something.]

So, now that that's over, anyone taking bets on what Wonderland has in store next for us? Halloween's nearly just around the corner. It almost makes me afraid to ask about past years.

[But that twinkle in her blue eyes indicates interest anyway. She presses to fingers to her forehead and flicks them outward in a quick salute. Snarking on the network is fun and all, but she has other things to do. Like taking full advantage of that new training room Natasha set up in the mansion.]

Hawkeye, out.

[ooc: feel free to catch her in the gym if action is preferred.]
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[ when the feed finally does come on, mary margaret isn't in the kitchen. a surprise to anyone who saw her last post, honestly, but times have changed. things are happening. she's changed. for now, she's sitting outside - off near the forest - just because it feels a little more familiar to her. comfortable. she's in outdoorsy clothes and has a bow over her shoulder and a quiver leaning against her leg where she's seated on some kind of log or stump.

there's an odd sort of twitch in her jaw when she starts talking, but she covers it easily enough. ]

I hope everyone is doing well. [ a polite smile from her. she's fully aware of that last event, wonderland, and she's not amused by what it did to her loved ones. ] After the last few events it seems like we could use some more downtime.

[ a breath, and then she seems to ease into it, like just because she's started talking she's back into her comfort zone. ]

I have a couple of things I wanted to mention, I guess, the first concerning myself more than anything. [ a breath, regina's warning ringing someone in the back of her mind as she holds her head a little higher. ] I introduced myself as Mary Margaret when I first got here, and many of you know me as that, which is fine. Mary Margaret is still a name I can go by, and accept as part of me. But I did want to clear up the fact that it is not my actual name, or who I am. [ a beat where she considers if this is even worth it at all, before - again - she continues. ]

My name is Snow White. [ is she holding back a small smile? probably. ] And from what I can tell, for most of you I'm what you consider a fairy tale. That is fine, because that seems to apply to more than just my world, but where I'm from I'm actually quite real, as is the tale itself. You are more than welcome to call me whatever you like, but I did want to let those I've talked to know, and this seemed the easiest way.

[ she's already told those few closest to her - derek and stiles, bigby - but for everyone else, this works much better. ]

The second thing was more of an idea, but it seems to me that there are a lot of us here who are missing someone from home. In a few cases, it might be a few someones. [ she misses her dwarves, okay. and ruby. and a certain prince charming. ] While I can't promise anything in the ways of bringing those people here, I've always found that coming together eases some of that pain. There are plenty of avenues to keep involved in Wonderland - with classes and the school and group meetings - but I want to suggest another option.

Dinners. [ sorry, mary margaret. what? ] Family dinners. Maybe once a month? I'm pretty good at cooking for larger parties- [ or maybe just seven dwarves who eat enough for hundreds. ] So I wouldn't mind preparing the food. Just for a chance for people to get together a chat, outside of the normal Wonderland setting. If anything, it would be a chance to let some of you eat a home-cooked meal every once in a while. I'll hold the first one tonight, and everyone is welcome, but it would help me immensely if I could get a heads up to who all is interested. Just so I make enough food.

[ another pause, where she's not really sure how to end this, before she just gives an easy smile and a nod before cutting the feed off. ]

private to emma, derek, stiles and nico )

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Aug. 18th, 2014 09:58 am
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[ cora's going to make this nice and quick. after experiencing a normal life as a teenager, sans the canines, and having a repeat performance as herself, cora's beginning to feel a little on edge. as there's no alphas to hunt down and try and lure into a violent dance, cora's had to make do with herself — and similarly to how she feels about being stripped down to the bare essentials that come with being human, she's angry about it. nothing feels enough. nothing ever is enough. not while she's here, not while she has time to actually stop running and fighting. ]

Is there a gym? Getting tired of running outside. Sticks and stones.

[ may not break her bones but they sure as hell bruise as badly as being human and liking it does. running out in the woods isn't punishing enough, unfortunately. even if she wished for a silver bar in her room, it seems to disappear each time cora wakes up. it's as if her own room won't allow her to work herself to the bone. ]

I need a sparring partner. Prefer it to not be Thumper.

[ there's too many rabbits out in the woods. she's not going to bother asking any takers?. ]
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[Crowley's back in video form. He's a demon again, which means his confidence is back. Though he doesn't exactly look pleased.]

Right, certainly hope you all had fun during your stint as occult entities. And you even managed not to blow the whole bloody place up. Ugh. Incredible powers does not mix well with a complete lack of experience and restraint.

It's not as easy as it seems, now, is it? You humans take your free will for granted far too much. Take it away and look what a mess you become.

[Of course suddenly gaining proper free will is no fun either, but he's not going to mention that.]

I daresay I owe a few of you some drinks, so. I'll be in the pub.

And Dean Winchester, you and I should talk.
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[He's midway through walking through a door, mid sentence even, when it happens.]

-ike I have any fucking clue either, it was some kind of fucking demonic bat, I don't know, I don't know what in the... hell... that...

[He trails off, startled, as his feet plant on red carpet. The hallway's décor is way less industrial, way less clinical than the white tower he'd been expecting to step into, and it throws him off kilter for a long second. He glances left, glances right, scrunches his face and turns back around to talk to the man he'd been with just a second ago.]

Did you redecorate?

[He asks no one, literally no one, because the door swinging open behind him leads to an empty bedroom rather than the roof of a skyscraper.

No way.



He glances around again like he'll find answers on either end of an abandoned hallway, like maybe he's being fucked with, then cautiously paces back into the bedroom to look around. It's friendly and empty and lacking in explanation.

He turns to the door, puzzles at it, tentatively touches the doorknob. Closes the door, waits a beat, and then abruptly pulls it open again. No, no change, still that same hallway.]

What the f-

[He cuts himself off as a blinking red light in the corner of his eye catches his attention. A device, or a camera, or some kind of technological bullshit sits on a dresser, happily recording the entire event. He scowls, snatches it up, flips it over to study it. After a moment of this, it's directed more or less back on his face, but completely upside down.]

I don't know what the fuck is up with your secret passage bullshit in this fucking building, alright, but I'm gonna need some security guards or a map or an escort or something, for Christ's sake.

[An expectant pause, and then he snaps.]

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Well, that was an interesting event, wasn't it?

[ He knew Wonderland was somehow capable of doing things that most people would consider impossible, but still, he was a bit impressed that whoever or whatever was pulling the strings here had not only managed to make him younger by human reckoning, but also to render him temporarily human.

Of course, now that he was thinking on it, it had happened before, if he was recalling things correctly, but this was different somehow. And, well, he wasn't certain what he thought of it. ]

I think I might've gotten a bit too caught up in things, so- Well...

[ His sentence trails off there, but it's meant to be an apology in case he actually ruffled people's feathers. He vaguely recalls the karaoke lounge, and perhaps being a bit too pushy when trying to get Natasha people to sing something, but also he remembers hanging out on the roof, among other things. ]

It was a bit fun, though, wasn't it?

[ Oh, he knows some people might not have had the time of their life during the course of the event, but there were some good parts to it that he'd prefer to focus on. ]

Though, now that it's over, I can't help but wonder what's coming next. Whatever it is, I hope that it's something good.

[ Really, he doesn't mind it when the events are lighthearted and just a bit frivolous. In fact, he prefers them that way. ]
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[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.
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[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.
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The music room had been an unexpected discovery. When was the last time Kate really had a chance to sit down with a cello and just play? Since high school, at least -- and not the high school deja vu they all just witnessed. Hell, maybe it's even some time earlier. But she had other plans in mind for the day - something more than just wandering aimlessly around the mansion. So, carefully packing up the bow and instrument, she makes her way to the room she plans to spend most of her day.

Once in the kitchen She steadies the cello between her knees, resting the upper bout against her chest. Her eyes close, blocking out the rest of the world around her. The pads of her left hand stroke the strings of the fingerboard, gently plucking each note. But muscle memory steps in where actual memory briefly fails. She curls her right hand around the cello bow and, so slowly, draws it across the strings.

The sound is a little jarring at first. She continues to play, humming softly to herself as she makes the fine adjustments necessary, gently turning the peg until the note chimes true. She's rusty, not as good as she used to be (wouldn't Dad be displeased?), but it's enough to seek the attention she wants. And then, grinning, she sets up her phone on a nearby chair and starts to record a video of herself playing the Prelude of Bach's Cello Suite 1. She plays for a minute or so before putting down the cello, leaning it carefully against her on the wall.

Then, she leans forward to smile (oh-so-innocently) at her audience.]

Now that I've got your attention...

I've learned recently that some of the citizens of Wonderland are suffering from a severe lack in their life. I would have addressed the problem sooner, but given our recent trip back to reliving our teenage glory days, I got a little distracted. C'est la vie, right?

[She stands from her chair and begins to walk across the room towards one of the counters.]

So not all of you are from the 20th or 21st century. Okay, some of you aren't even from Earth to begin with. You guys, I might understand. But the rest of you? Especially those people who have been here weeks now?

No excuse. There's absolutely no excuse what so ever that accounts for a lack of knowledge on the world's most important elixir:

Coffee. [The camera pans over the counter where three different coffee machines have been set up to brew more coffee than clearly possible for one person to drink. A bowl of sugar and a couple of different canisters of milk and cream sit nearby a row of mugs: her own little coffee bar.

She holds up her own mug in salute, steam vapor trailing from the liquid. Kate closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, smiling. She takes a sip as if doing a Foldger's commercial. But this? This is way more important. The mug goes back on the counter and she opens her eyes again to smile at the camera.]

Consider this your lucky day, Wonderland. I'll be down here in the kitchen all afternoon to introduce you to the joys that are this amazing, caffeinated beverage. And for those of you already familiar with the drink? Hey, the more the merrier.

Just don't forget to grab the mug. Because unlike some people I know, I do have the class to insist we use the pot for pouring only.

[Barton, she's eyeing you.

Until anyone shows up? Might as well use today to relax and reacquaint herself with the cello.]
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Now before I say anything, I want to remind you all not to shoot the messenger.

[Yes, Wonderland, the angel of light is still amongst you- and is making a rare video appearance on the network. Reasons for this will soon become apparent.]

Dean and I never saw eye to eye, but really-

[He pans the camera around as he speaks and...

Squeamish viewers will want to look away.

Dean Winchester is dead, and here is a graphic description of it )

Lucifer doesn't seem to mind sharing all this with the network without a warning. One part of a human is the same as another, right?

Instead of sounding pleased - as one might expect from a being who would like to end all humans - his voice sounds resigned.]
I suppose this is humanity for you.
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[The video streaming over the communication device was a bright, blue sky with perhaps the occasional white cloud that passed by. The video wasn't really important as Minato had set the device aside on the rooftop. The Music Room was one place to practice his violin, but he thought a change of pace would be better. Get out of that comfort zone and go somewhere not as familiar.

The song he was currently practicing was this one. When he was done, it looked like he was talking to someone off screen.]

Maybe I should take requests.

[That might be good practice too, taking on songs that he hadn't heard before, finding the sheet music for it or creating his own. But Minato readied his bow and violin with a nod.]

... I know. One more time.

[Practice makes perfect, after all, and Minato began to play the song again.]
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[The first thing one sees is Jane's face, her mouth pursed, as she sets her little phone up to record, then walking away to a whiteboard, as pure as snow, before picking up a dry erase marker. Glancing over her shoulder, Jane smiles at the camera.]

So, hello, Wonderland, I'm Doctor Jane Foster. I'm an astrophysicist with training in particle physics. You've probably seen me outside at night studying the stars or in the library. I'm working on a map of the stars and attempting to figure out for certain if this place is really a pocket universe or else a shared illusion. I'm edging more to the pocket universe theory since it's a bit simpler, and more probable. But it could also be a shared point in all the multiple worlds we're from. That's a really interesting idea that somehow there is something in Wonderland's makeup that makes it a commonality to all worlds. [she lapses into science babble, drawing a lot of elegant equations in neat handwriting on the board, the marker squeaking, before she pulls herself back together to speak at the device still recording]

Okay, so my question is, has anyone else wondered about how the various worlds match up even with the differing time-points from each world? And of so, will anyone be interested in a group to discuss findings? I'm also interested in any research or observations on hos this place works, and not just depending on the library for that. I like first person observations, please and thank you.

[Jane leans over to click off the broadcast with a smile of SCIENCE]

[ooc: I will be slow with replies until this afternoon]


Jul. 1st, 2014 06:13 pm
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If I'm going to be here again, I'd really appreciate everything back where it was before. I distinctly remember a naked Will Graham in my bed then that appears to be missing. If anyone can point him back to my bed in his previous state of undress, I'd really like that.

Should Will Graham be unavailable, I'll take a Doctor, Ianto or anyone with a good resume`. Please see Captain Jack Harkness, room 69 on the first floor to submit.

Well, hello again, Wonderland. While it seems some of our pig invasion has abated, can anyone explain why the mansion smells like wet dog and there's dog hair everywhere? Always thought I'd like a dog, but never managed to find the time for one. Now a pteranodon was another matter altogether, although I blame her love for barbecue sauce and dark chocolate solely on the Welsh.

For those of you I haven't met, I'm Captain Jack Harkness. Good to meet you all. I expect we'll see each other around sooner or later.
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[The camera flips on to show Beiste already in the midst of a very thorough licking. And it's not a fight, of course-- it's an assault of puppy kisses. The puppy in question is almost too eager to interrupt, but Beiste manages with a soft chuckle to pet her into submission in her lap.]

Seems I've been adopted. Anybody know how crocodile babies and puppies get along? That might be a, uh, problem. Though I 'spose we aren't short of rooms for pets, anyhow, heheh.

[The puppy noses at Beiste's chin, snuffling loudly. She looks down at it with a grin.]

Also, assuming these lil monsters don't disappear, I'll need a name. And Beethoven's cliche. Anybody got any ideas?
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[For a moment, all anyone would be able to see is a blur of browns and greens. Branches. Leaves. An arm. And a loud barking coming from somewhere relatively close by. Once the camera steadies, a brief, high-angle view of a lovely Catahoula Cur with its paws up against a tree trunk could be seen. Or, at least, the dog would seem lovely, if it weren't barking ferociously at something.]

[Another shift in angles, and we find out what the dog is barking at: Hazel.]

[Who is currently stuck up in the tree.] Somebody?

[The others were so going to laugh at her for this. She's pretty sure they were already laughing at her for this. But it was either ask for help, or hurt the dog.]
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[ Rictor put it perfectly once: being able to do what they can do is like breathing. Tommy wakes up and it's like he's holding his breath or breathing through a mask, and badly. He gets up and he feels so slow, sluggish, and tired. If this had been any other day he would have freaked out, but seeing as the last thing he remembers of not being in Wonderland was feeling something very similar to this, he freaks out a little more than might be normal. It all just reeks of something sinister. He tries to get out the door and run but he's so slow and so out of breath so very fast. He leans against the wall and whines into his hands, sliding down onto the ground.

Suddenly, a greyhound nudges him with its nose and licks his face.

Cut to later, and here we have Tommy laying in his bed making a video, with the sound of dogs around him. One of them, a beagle, is trying to get his nose into view and sniff the screen. Dogs aside, Tommy looks exhausted and annoyed. Not at the dogs though, they can do what they want. ]

If this is supposed to be some kind of Wonderland mojo event this isn't funny. I feel violated, Wonderland. Some of us were pretty happy avoiding X-Day. If this is what life is like for the rest of you snails I don't know how the hell anyone gets anything done, ever.

SOS Wiccan, you're my only hope.

[ a pause, and a dog paw in his face. ]

I need a dogsled, anyone know how to make one?
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[The screen doesn't quite flicker on so much as there is a vibrant flash of green.  Then blue.  Then a whir of blues and greens.]

[But do not be alarmed!  Tis only Brittany a lovely
peacock strutting for the camera somewhere in the gardens.  Can peacocks strut?  Of course they can.  They're the cocks of the walks, after all.  DWI.]

[Although this one appears to be strutting with a little less pizzaz.  And a little more...apologetically?  The peacock's head does dip down low for a moment.  Disappearing beneath the camera screen for a moment before rising one more, with a small sign in its mouth.  There are four letters scribbled on the paper, barely legible.  Like a child's handwriting.  Or a peacock who had to hold the pen in its mouth:]

H - E - P - L!
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[ 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?
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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?
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I am not too terribly fond of introductions, but I suppose I'll only say it a few times before I finally go mad. Yes, my name is Alice. Alice Liddell. I am fairly familiar with Wonderland, but please do advise the fact my Wonderland is substantially different between this one and that. And up is down, but that's not what is important.

I suppose I can spare some knowledge, but I do not know how helpful that would be. If anything, I am still trying to wrap my mind around how any of you could possibly be here and why it's so different and yet... not. And as you can see, I have eyes. Furthermore, whatever knowledge you possess, I rather not hear about it, if you may spare me. Books and all of that nonsense! After all, I still have my muchness and I would very much like to keep it that way.
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[Slight backdate. The screen on the communication device was a dark, reddish color. Minato had ended up converting a room near his own into a darkroom. The sixth room on the Third Floor was free, and he went ahead and made use of it. He hoped no one would mind. Besides, the Gallery was also next to it in the fourth room, and if anyone did protest, he could always change another room close by.

Inside said darkroom, Minato wasn't alone. While Minato used film clips to hang up a few photographs to have them dry off, Souji used his bamboo photo tongs to place more photo paper into the chemicals in the development trays he had prepped per Minato's instructions.]

Why scenery?

[Souji looked up at the pictures hung on the line, and at some of the ones that were off to the dry side of the room. Minato smiled a little as he answered.]

... I had a request to take color photographs of outside since the other side of the mirrors is black and white. Is that spoiling them?

[Especially after everything that's happened? Souji shook his head, returning the smile, and continued to monitor the photos and their development.]
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[Text wonderland, text is good for the soul isn't it? Mostly because Lindsey for his part isn't feeling well. He's been drinking demon blood and he's been doing so more and more frequently. The thing is, he's starting to realize that he can't stand on his own, but hey, he can lift a vase up with his mind a quarter of an inch!

Never mind that he's feeling really sick.]

What do you think is more important love or power?

[Right now he could answer power. He really could.]

What would you do for one or the other?

[And then - A series of Private messages.]

Private Messages to Abby, Lilith, and Will Graham. )
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[ The device turns on to a man looking just a hint disheveled, but overall he looks very mild and gathered. He's taken his time to calm down by now, after all. ]

Ah, hey, so I read the... [ He lifts the pamphlet and waves it a little, though not at all dismissively. ] ... this little brochure. Very helpful, actually, so thanks to whoever wrote it. And yeah, you guessed it, I'm new.

[ It might be a little difficult to tell whether or not he's being honest in his appreciation, but this time he really is. ]

So. Parallel universes, who would've thought. Guess stranger things could've happened. [ Except not really. But it's nice to think that. ] I won't bore any of you with questions, I got the gist of it by now.

But I'd like to know if there are any experts out there, if I can pick your brain. Not just on alternate realities, but space and time traveling, wormholes, portals, pocket universes - which is what I'm assuming this all is.

[ He sets the brochure aside and rubs a hand briefly down his face. ]

Because here's the thing - how does a place like this even happen? This is tiny, unbelievably so. Even if opening a wormhole that can actually travel across different dimensions without any visible devices or power source, how can it happen with several? Because for not just one or two universes, but dozens or hundreds of them to be converging here, and from fluctuating times and points within them, this place should be... I don't know, torn into pieces, disintegrating entirely. No laws of physics can explain this, and just - you know what, just spare me the speech on how physics don't work the same way here.

[ He's trying to keep it simple for the common listener, but just in case he didn't succeed, he adds as a final thought. ] This place is impossible.

[ Not that he won't try to make some sense of it, and for now at least seeing if he can find someone who'll help him with that seems like the best option. That, and finding a quiet corner where he can stay. ]

Thanks for listening. And for answering, if you do. [ He hesitates for a moment before he finally decides to add. ] Name's Bruce Banner, by the way.

[ Not that he has a lot of hope that he'll find someone here he knows, but... well, yesterday he'd have said something like this would be hilariously impossible. So who's to say. ]
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[ now that he can speak without feeling like he's in a boy band, it's time to address the network again. not because he has a lot to say that hasn't already been said. he hopes it has come up before; he hopes that with how many people are in Wonderland, tons of them have broached this topic. but he knows that one person or even a few people can't save everyone, it's impossible to have that many eyes. so, that's where this comes in. that's why there's a shot of a grassy field with some straw dummies in it, stuck into the ground and standing. some of them are covered in fabric to keep them together better, others aren't.

some of you might recognize Percy from the back of his head, but most of you won't. that's not important right away. he's decked out in leather armor from the closet, the same place the dummies came from. it's not as good as the kind he had back in Manhattan, but it does the trick.

he's not angry at Wonderland, he doesn't have a reason to be. not yet. he hasn't been here long enough to suffer what he keeps hearing about from people he wants to protect. terrifying events. events that can kill people, can strip them of their powers, of anything that gives them an edge. so that's why he's going to charge a dummy with a glowing, bronze sword and efficiently hack it to pieces. it's the kind of necessary violence that reminds him of his once upon a time sword fighting mentor. but the point is, he doesn't stop until only ribbons of fabric and straw are left. it's not to show off, it's a demonstration of what he can offer.

So I don't know about the rest of you, but I hate feeling like there's nothing I can do. Like I'm just a piece in someone's stupid game to prove gods know what to gods know who. [ he's facing the camera now and shrugging, Riptide still in hand. ] Maybe I can't change that.

[ maybe i can. ]

But I can change what Wonderland does to people during events. I hope I'm not the first guy to offer, considering I've only been here for about five weeks. You don't have to be powerless. I can teach you to fight. Swords aren't for everyone, but I've got friends who know how to use knives and spears, and sometimes, whatever happens to be around in a crisis. Knowing how to defend yourself isn't always going to save you [ i've seen the best fighters go down ] but it can make a difference, if you're willing to try. I come from a summer camp that specializes in teaching kids of all ages, so if you think it isn't in you, I'm telling you it is.

I know I haven't seen the scary stuff this place can throw at us yet. But I can't keep hearing about it and hoping for the best, because speaking from experience? [ he's just going to stab his sword into the ground now. ] That never works out.

I guess what I'm saying is: you can run in fear and go into hiding alone or you can stand up and we can face it together.

Or [ and the serious face drops, so he can crack a sheepish grin ] uh, we can practice as a hobby. I'm good with that, too.


Apr. 30th, 2014 02:34 pm
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[Jim knows something's gone wrong the moment the whizzing incandescent sparks of the transporter beam fade from his vision.

Since when does a farming community have an ornate library?

He turns to his right to demand a report from Spock... but Spock's not there. To his left, to find McCoy's not there either.

He reaches for his communicator but its heft is unfamiliar in his hand. It's not his. But it's obviously a communication device of some sort. He fiddles with it, manages to turn on the voice broadcasting.]

Kirk to Enterprise, come in. Enterprise, are you receiving me?

[A pause as he waits for an answer and gets none. He tries a different tack.]

Cassiopeia 3 Colony, this is Captain Kirk, do you copy?

[That clearly doesn't get him what he wants, either. There's a faint sigh, the sort that comes when someone's preparing themselves to speak, and then the video comes on. Jim is perfectly in frame, looking directly into the device, shoulders straight, and he speaks with confidence and authority that almost don't seem to fit with his obvious youth. Clearly he's done this before.]

This is Captain James T. Kirk of the Federation Starship Enterprise. I respectfully request an audience, whether via this communication device or in person, with a member of the governing body, ruler, or other authority of this location, or their designated representative.

This place was not my intended destination. If I've arrived here in error, I will need some information to help me figure out how to correct it. If I was purposefully brought here, please accept my gratitude for arriving unharmed, but I obviously have questions about the conditions surrounding my transport and I would like to negotiate the terms of my return.

[He pauses again, and his expression softens. This is clearly less Official Command Officer Business, and more a casual, polite request.]

...I appear to be in a library. If someone could tell me how to get out, and where to find the people I need to talk to, I'd greatly appreciate it.
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[Good morning or afternoon, Wonderland, have a lady scientist!]

So, um, nobody is going to burst out in song anytime soon? Or break out in a case of the egos? Because the giant ego is so not a good look. Anyways, hi, I'm Jane Foster and I'm a physicist. Wormholes are my specialty, and considering how we were all brought here, I would presume the 'rabbit hole' is actually a trans-dimensional wormhole.

Also, this is confirming what I've heard, but the power that's running Wonderland is about to run out? Could I get a confirmation on that? Or is it hysterics?

And finally a question! What's the prevailing theory about this place? Or any theory at all. Curiosity and cats, but knowing has never killed anyone. Yet.
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[ The room looks like a beach house — as it is. Ten and Finnick are dressed in shorts, with wild, vibrant prints, with Finnick wearing a loose shirt and The Doctor sporting a rather dapper find. Finnick Odair isn't quite in his underwear, but he is wearing something that suggests he hadn't opened his eyes while dressing himself this morning — and Ten doesn't look like his marvellously dressed self, either, swapping a suit for something that looks like he'd wear to a beach. Finnick wears oversized red rimmed love heart sunglasses while Ten sports a large dazzling yellow pair that swallow his entire face. Standing beside one another, they seem to bounce to very loud music playing from a stereo system in the background. ]

[ Finnick points to Ten every time he sings (quite well): ] Girl look at that body.

Girl look at that body.

Girl look at that body.

[ Normally, the Doctor might feel uncomfortable, dressed as he is, but somehow, it's not really bothering him right this second. What he and Finnick are about to do is all in good fun, and honestly, he's loving every minute of it, ridiculous clothes and equally ridiculous glasses and all. ]

[ Whenever Finnick points at him, he grins and points right back, singing his part with as much vim and vigor as he can throw into the performance: ]

I-I-I work out.

[ Finnick winks at him. ] When I walk in the spot, this is what I see —

[ And he just winks back. ] — Everybody stops and they're staring at me.

I got passion in my pants — [ Finnick points down to his crotch with an exaggerated thrust of his hips. ]

[ Ten throws back his head and laughs at Finnick's exaggerated movements. But, in the spirit of things, he manages a passable imitation as he continues with the next line: ] — And I ain't afraid to show it.

Show it, show it, show it. [ Finnick moves toward Ten and grabs his glasses from his face. He slips his own off and, one-handedly — almost poking him in the eye — he slips it back over his ears. He shoves his new pair on. Finnick now wears the yellow glasses while Ten wears the hearts. ]

[ Ten mouths a silent but clearly indignant 'oi' at Finnick, but continues on with the song, now wearing those ridiculous heart sunglasses. ]

[ Together: ] I'm sexy and I know it!

[ And Finnick gives Ten a great, big kiss on the cheek. ]


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