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[Castiel isn't one to make use of the network unless he has good reason for it, but this falls squarely into that category. When the feed starts up, he's seated in the music room, which is one of the only areas in the mansion he could find that has an empty seat and isn't affected by one of the residual events.

He clearly isn't there to play the piano, though. He's got his phone pointed at his face and his expression is nothing short of grim. It's been a trying past few days.]

I've conferred with someone else about this and it looks to be a plague that's affected a number of us. I have memories that don't belong to me.

[There's already been some yelling about it over the network, whereas Castiel is much more controlled. He wants this fixed, if that's even possible.]

I may be able to put them back where they belong, if I can find their owner.

[At that point, he lifts up a piece of paper where he's sketched out some patterns from memory.] Does anyone here have tattoos that look like this, along their chest, arms, and back? [There's so much more he could say -- about being the Chosen One, or knowing the archangels Michael and Gabriel, but he would rather not air this mystery person's dirty laundry on the network for everyone to hear. Hopefully the mention of tattoos will be enough to grab someone's attention.

He lowers the paper.]
And... if anyone has memories of being an angel, we may need to talk. [He would also rather not go into any further detail about what he's missing. It's hard to, when he only knows the very basics of what he's lost.]

One last warning: stay out of Dean Winchester's way. He's still dangerous.

[Castiel reaches forward for his phone and the feed cuts.]

03 - video

Mar. 14th, 2015 12:35 pm
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[ Ever since the memory room, Alex had been planning on teaching Claire how to shoot, just in case she had to defend herself and he couldn't be there. But an idea occurs to him: how many other people are there in Wonderland who could use this knowledge? The closets mean an unlimited supply of guns and ammo, and it's better that people know how to use guns than try to use one blindly.

So he makes this announcement. ]

My name is Sergeant Alex Lannon, Archangel Corps. Some of you know me, some of you don't. Either way, I was thinking... Wonderland can be a pretty dangerous place sometimes, if you don't know how to defend yourself. So that's why I'm offering to teach people to shoot. [ He holds up his handgun to demonstrate. ] We'll go out in the forest, where we can't hurt anyone, and set up there. Private lessons, not group stuff.

If you're wondering about what makes me qualified, I've been using guns since I was about eight. Handguns, rifles, semiautomatics... I may not be the best shot around, but I know enough about what I'm doing to teach. [ He knows his way around a sword, too, but isn't as confident in his abilities there. Not when there are swordsmen like Michael around. ]

And if there's anyone else out there hearing this who wants to offer to teach, yeah, feel free to put yourselves out there.


Mar. 14th, 2015 11:29 am
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[Somehow, even with everything that had happened recently...Hazel still felt anxious.  All this sitting around.  Letting things happen, and reacting accordingly.  It wasn't the Roman way.  And even if she wasn't at Camp Jupiter...even if she didn't have her fellow demigods here to help...]

I want to spar with someone.

[...okay, that was maybe a little more blunt than she'd been aiming for, and in fact, she looked almost abashed at herself before recovering.  Taking a moment's pause to clear her throat and better organize her thoughts.]

I have a sword.  [NOT THE VORPAL SWORD SO DON'T EVEN; if one looked closely, they might see something close to a large calvary sword leaning against the wall in the background.  Seemingly far too big for a girl her size, but try telling her that.] It's...not the one I'm used to, but I've been getting better.  And I don't want to get know...just in case.

[Before she hung up, a thought occurred to her.  It should have occurred to her sooner, but her ADHD was running amok with her planning process, and she was acting more on spontaneous instinct right then than any semblance of careful planning.]

[So, while this might have been better left for a private message...she couldn't be bothered to remember how to send one o those right then.  And since the Network feed was still open:]


You mentioned something about wanting to do something...right?
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[It was an accident. Entirely the fault of the small, green eyed kitten that Wonderland had gifted him via his brother. He was not usually so careless, but he had become lax in his behaviors, and less than diligent when it came to his communication device. His pet had played with the device, turning it on. The feed records and broadcasts for hours.

Around three a.m. Saturday morning, Wonderland will be blessed cursed with a startling vision displayed across their devices. Wings out, stretching them, Michael walks past the screen. He's not dressed, but, fortunately, the screen was angled just right that only from his abdomen up will be visible. He sits in the middle of his room - now the top of his head can be seen - legs folded under him, and begins to meditate.

An hour passes.

Then three more.

He remains still the entire time, eyes closed and focused.

Twenty minutes longer, and the feed cuts out; the cat, aptly named Cat, hits the button again and turns off the device.

When the feed begins again, Michael is dressed, and is standing by the window, looking out. He does this, then sits again and meditates another hour without much movement before deciding to sit on the edge of his bed and begin to whittle. It's a hobby, random in nature, that he'd taken up to pass the time. He has a small collection of carvings piled up on a table in his room.

After another hour, wood shavings flying as he cuts into the soft block with a small knife, Michael looks up to see his cat playing with the device. He stands, and goes to pick it up. Sighing, and realizing it's recording, he turns it off.

Wonderland has just been subjected to the longest, and most dry, look into the daily habits of an archangel.]

Mass text sent out later that day;

I apologize for the video.
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[Wirt has never addressed the network directly, or on purpose. He's never felt the need to, and he's not much of a public broadcast kind of guy. The whole public speaking thing usually leaves him weak in the knees, but this is different. It's an emergency.]

H-Has-- Has anyone seen my brother, Greg?

[Wirt quickly turns the camera away from himself and shows the room behind him. The view is shaky, due to his unsteady hands, but it gets the point across - it's back to the default, like Greg was never there at all. Even his frog is nowhere to be found.]

I-I-I...sure he runs off on his own a lot, but-- but! But I would have heard from him by now, o-or there would be some sign of him somewhere, right? It's like he just...disappeared, out of nowhere! Spirited away somewhere!

[He's panicking. He's absolutely panicking and he's still kind of half-expecting Greg to just pop out somewhere and be like "Oh hey Wirt! I wound a WAY better room!" or something. Wirt knots his fingers in his hair, which knocks his hat slightly out of place. He can't help thinking of every horrible possibility. Didn't someone say there was a serial killer on the loose, or a cannibal or something? Or what if he's hurt somewhere, or worse? Does that make all your things disappear? Wirt hasn't been in Wonderland long enough to know.]

He...H-He's about this tall. [Wirt gestures accordingly, bending down a little.] He's six years old, a-and he's-- teakettle! He's been wearing a teakettle on his head! And there's...there's this frog he's been carrying around everywhere - I think his name's James right now? Greg might've changed it by now b-but you can't really miss them. Has anyone seen them? Anyone? Please, if someone knows where he is...!

[They're not going to know. Greg's gone. Greg's gone and this is useless. Wirt looks down, not sure what else to ask, or what else to do. But, there's only one thing he can do.]

I...I have to go. But please, if anyone sees him, let me know? Um, thank you. ...I appreciate it.

[He shoves the device in his pocket, but forgets to shut it off. The last few seconds on his broadcast are just the sound of Wirt running as fast as he can down the hall. There's only one place he hasn't looked yet, so maybe...maybe he's in the woods, where they first arrived.]
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You are not my Stark phone.

[ The voice that speaks sounds extremely offended by that fact. Loki scoops the network device off the ground, struggling to keep it balanced in one hand. The shaky video feed that follows gives hint to why he is having such trouble: his left arm hangs limply at his side. In addition, his face is deeply bruised, and one of the horns has been knocked off of his headpiece.

Someone's arrival in Wonderland was almost fortunate. Loki considers the irony of a sudden kidnapping being a plus to his day as he sinks heavily into a chair, but the train of thought is lost as the action jars his ribs. Working through a deep wince, he manages to prop the device up against a stack of books and pokes at the screen with one finger.

All right, you. Let us see how you work.
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[ Jeep taps at the screen with a frown, he's less confused than he is frustrated by the fact that he has no goddamn idea where he is. He's been lost before, he's never been lost someplace like this. ]

Cute as all this is, I'm hoping somebody here knows where the emergency exit back to Vega is. I've got... well, I got things I need to do that aren't gonna get done here. [ He runs a hand over his face, looking rather tired of well... everything. ]

What I need right now is to know if there's anyone from that can tell me what's going on. If you can manage it without acting all squirreley it'd would be a bonus. Barring that, [ He manages a wry smile now, softening hard features into something more friendly if still more weather worn than a man his age usually looks. ] I'd like directions to a place to get a decent drink.

[ It takes him a moment to figure out how to turn off the feed, a bit of fumbling and a quiet curse before it cuts off. ]


Jan. 17th, 2015 06:39 pm
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My name is Claire Riesen, daughter of General Riesen, the ruler of Vega. [She's taking a huge risk, announcing herself like this. But Claire can't stay here.]

I'm looking for any information on a way to get out of this place. Any help would be appreciated. Thank you.

[Spoken like the future lady of the city. Always good to get some practice in before she undertook her role after her father had set off for New Delphi. Which might be sooner, given what had happened recently back home. Claire had her baby to think about and the city, the people relied upon her.]

The sooner, the better.

[She promptly ends the feed there, hoping that her last few words would have more of an impact than the pleasantries.]


Dec. 29th, 2014 05:20 pm
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[ She’s been poking at the device as if doing that would help her understand and figure out what’s happened to her. She can handle a little conversation, probably, and Charlie’s mouth thins in concentration, turning the thing over so she can record herself. Her blond hair is curled and still somewhat of a mess, having pulled the bandana free. ]

Hey, uh… [ What’s she supposed to say? ] I know y’all probably get this a lot, but it’d be real nice if someone explained what was going on. Last I checked, the world hadn’t exploded -- thank God, whatever, I know -- but everything’s a little upside down for me right now.

[ She rolls her eyes up, looking around as if trying to get her bearings, and the video shows off one of the many hallways--close to her room on the fifth floor. ]

Lookin’ for someone too. Can’t say for sure if he’s here though… [ And she bites at her lip. Should she even say his name? ] So, lost and found. I guess? Anyone want to tell me where that’s at? And maybe where I can get a cigarette too. [ She needs a whole carton by now. ] Um, yeah. Thanks.

[ She cuts the feed before bothering to give her name as well, doing her best not to freak out in public. ]
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Hello, everyone.

[A hastily-written It's back, be a dear and see if you can't locate the Vorpal Sword was the only thing scrawled across Evelyn's mirror this morning in bright-red lipstick from the opposite side, which had her justifiably concerned. Even with that in mind, Evelyn appears to the casual observer perfectly composed, a limited frame of the parlor behind her and a Super-Soldier on her left.]

As we're sure many of you are aware, there's something- [A rumpus. A manxome rumpus.] -going on through the looking glass.

[Steve is similarly composed, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he regards the broadcasting device. His Mirror had also left him a message, an even briefer it’s here, be ready, and upon conferring with Evelyn, they decided it was best to get everyone on the same page.]

I’m pretty sure we all knew that the Jabberwocky wouldn’t stay in our dreams. And I think it’s a safe bet that it won’t stay on the mirrorside for very long either.

What we are proposing is ample preparation, at worst, [she suggests carefully, wary of the sort of panic that can spawn from bad news.] As we have been gifted with a warning it would be unwise not to take advantage, and while many of us have combat experience, rushing head-on into altercations with the denizens of Wonderland’s bestiary is ill-advised.

[Which isn’t to say that a certain Captain won’t do just that, but at the moment he’s putting his best foot forward.] First of all, anyone who isn’t combat-trained for something at this level- [-which they should all be able to judge for themselves, given that they got a good look at what’s in store for them in that dream-] -should make sure they find shelter. We should barricade as many areas as we can, and Evelyn, I know you had another idea for that too… [Steve’s gaze leaves the recorder for a moment to eye her.]

In the event of emergency- [she picks up right where he's left off, tone firm,] -should our side be breached, heroics should not be endorsed. Exercise discretion. The Jabberwock cannot be killed by anything but the Vorpal Sword, and as a precautionary measure we'll be stocking the main caves beyond the cellar for evacuation purposes.

[Evelyn is not so naive to think that Steve won't be lunging through a mirror to take a stab at the creature anyway, but some people still need the reminder.

And speaking of mirrors, the one hanging on the wall behind them, formerly a glossy clean slate, is now spattered with red.

Neither of them seem to notice.

The clinic should also be stocked and prepared to service anyone who does get on the Jabberwocky’s bad side. I’m not sure who’s in charge there now, but it’d help to know that our lives are in the hands of some capable doctors.

[They may not have the Vorpal Sword (and who knows what the Queen of Hearts has done with it, but so much for thinking she might be on their side with this), but plenty of people are going to want to fight anyway. Steve can speak from experience there.]

Those of you who do plan to fight, you may as will suit up and arm yourselves now. If we’re going to fight it off, we should attack it in groups. We’ll have a way better chance of slowing it down if we work together. [There’s no place for anyone’s ego here, not now that they’re at the eleventh hour.]

...Which is easier said than done, mind, but blinding it first wouldn’t hurt our chances, [she points out, not at all keen on the idea of attacking the damnable thing but knowing the inevitability.]

Anyone who can handle ranged weapons and has fair aim on moving targets would be appreciated assets. Steve will be organizing some groups, I’m leaving that to him, but assistance with supplies and munitions collection wouldn’t go amiss.

[Should things get exceptionally bad - as in, ‘closets stop working’ bad - it’s best to stock up while they can.]

I know that the odds are against us, here, but let’s not forget that there’s only one of it and a whole lot of us. If we coordinate on this, we stand a chance. [Steve has to believe that. They’re not going to survive this if they go into it assuming that they’re already dead.] If anyone wants to volunteer to contribute to the cause, we’ll need all the help we can get. You can contact either one of us.

[There’s a small look exchanged, as if they’re quietly making sure they’ve covered everything. They nod to each other and then Steve reaches forward to cut the feed.]

[ OOC: Russet is Evelyn and blue is Steve! They will be responding together to each reply. Posting order A -> B -> C. ]
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[ Just because cell phones became obsolete after the angels attacked doesn't mean Alex can't figure out how to use one. So have a tiny Chosen One, Wonderland, still munching on a cookie as he holds the phone up to his face. ]

Hello? Can anyone hear me? I'm... I'm looking for my dad. He's tall, and he has a beard. His name is Jeep. I don't know where he went...

[ Just as he finishes his cookie, so too does he end the recording. Mini!Alex will be wandering the halls and grounds, gun in hand, as he searches for Jeep. Outside, he will be severely underdressed; he's never seen snow before! Then later, he'll be warming up by the fire in one of the dining rooms, glumly eating more cookies. ]

[ ooc: replies will come from [personal profile] premarked
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[You may have noticed something new in Wonderland. No, not the festive atmosphere as the holidays approach. More like the near-constant ribbiting everywhere. What's with that ribbiting? Don't frogs hibernate in the winter? Oh wait. Would you look at that? There's frogs. Everywhere. All different kinds of frogs. Real frogs. Toy frogs. Bullfrogs. Poison dart frogs. Tree frogs. Those teeny tiny tree frogs that live in really remote places of the world. Those horrible plastic frog toys with the tab on their butt so when you press down on the tab they jump into the air. A few toads. Peeper frogs chirping and making so much noise oh my god. Really big frogs with really weird eyes that probably aren't from normal Earth. Frogs wearing little clothes. Green frogs blue frogs yellow frogs pink frogs tree frogs brook frogs pond frogs river frogs frogs with wings frogs with hats frogs with tiny shoes.]

[There are so many frogs you guys and they are freaking everywhere.]

[The reason for all this madness comes on the network well after the place has been inundated.]

Hey, did you guys know that the closets are magic? They'll give you whatever you want! Well, they'll give you most of what you want. I asked the closet to give me wings but it only gave me chicken wings. Not cool, closet! Anyway, I haven't been able to find my frog, so I thought I'd ask the closet if it knew where Arnold is. But it couldn't get it right! And a lot of frogs started showing up! Like. A lot of frogs. Boy, I thought I'd never see Arnold among all those frogs.



[He holds up a frog that looks and sounds exactly like his own frog back home. Of course it's not the same frog, but Greg either can't tell or is content to accept a temporary replacement.]

It's Arnold! I found him! The closet really knows how to make a kid happy, am I right? Say hello to all the people, Arnold!

[The frog says "rorop."]


Nov. 22nd, 2014 07:44 am
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[He can't take it anymore. Something has to be said to the masses in hopes to make them more aware and to make it stop, regardless of if it'll work or not.]

ALL OF YOU NEED TO SHUT. UP. Stop thinking so damn loud or projecting your feelings all over everyone as if we're supposed to give a damn!!

Not a single one of you is worth saving.

[And he certainly can't control the way his own deep-seeded hatred is just ebbing out through him and to others. If he can read your minds then obviously it goes the other way. There's a seething need to wipe out humanity and if anyone had any doubt about his apparent change when arrived, or desire to leave his war back home? It's certainly proven now that he still very much wishes to kill all the humans in cold blood. He still blames you all for the disappearance of his father. There's a strong sense of betrayal there. He once loved you. Lived amongst you. He once protected you from his own twin and for what? Disappointment and disgust are still strong, a wound still festering and clearly Gabriel feels the only way to heal it is by mass genocide.]
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[When the audio clicks on, Skye is very clearly in the middle of panicking, she sounds close to hyperventilating, in fact, and it takes her a long time to speak. When she finally goes to, she stops and starts, more than once, like she can't quite get it out. It takes very little time to realize she's crying from the hitch in her voice when she does actually start talking, though it's probably obvious long before.]

I-..It's Simmons. I can't-... I don't know what to do. I- I don't know what to do. I-

[She stops, unable to continue right away, it sounds like she can't quite catch her breath and she lets out a warbling sound like a sob. Skye's very rarely completely lost for answers or a way to even begin, and that's enough to be terrifying to anyone who knows her.]

I don't know what happened- Or- I-

[ Skye can't bring herself to flat out say it. She can't. This has to be part of this whole nightmare horrible thing, but it's not, and it's real, and Skye's got blood under her nails and she just wants to wake up. Skye's voice catches again, and she doesn't continue. the audio rolls for a moment or two more before it cuts out.]

[OOC: backdated to very soon after Simmons' run in with Meg.]


Nov. 16th, 2014 04:32 pm
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[When the video comes on William is in the gardens, lion cub on a harness leash prowling around his feet as the young man talks to his device.

Just another day in Wonderland, but hey at least William looks awkward today, frowning slightly as if he's trying not to cringe too much. It's something he's curious about though, and for once William is going to take the initiative and just ask.]

When we were in that other town for a bit, it made me a Pastor. And that's not actually far off from what I do back home, so it got me thinking on it. And I have to apologize in advance if this isn't everyone's thing, though feel free to say so, I'm pretty open to most things and we never forced people to join the church back home.... Right, anyway, are there many people here of a uh, religious persuasion? I was head of the church back home, and it's not something I've given much thought on since the last event that happened. More like I never thought to ask, I just assumed it wasn't a thing here.

Is there even any kind of church or chapel here?

[With that William just gives a half-smile and ends the feed. Feel free to bump into him in person if you wish.]

02 - Video

Nov. 15th, 2014 03:46 pm
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[ Usually, when Alex uses the video function on his device, it's up close, just his face. This time, he's propped the device up on a desk or something to record. He's in his room, wearing his usual long sleeve shirt, showing nothing but his face and hands.

He has something on his mind. ]

I know when we leave here, we don't remember anything that happens here, but I have to know.

[ Exactly what it is he has to know will wait a second, as he instead begins to take his shirt off, revealing a torso covered in strange tattoos. ]

This writing, these markings. They're all over me, and no one from my world has any idea what they say. Sometimes I can make sense of some of them, but... mostly they're just indecipherable.

I have to know, is there anyone here who can read this? It's important.

[ But he won't say why it's important, simply reach forward and turn off the device. ]
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[ It's late when the video feed kicks on. In the background, the library stretches out behind him, but Blake's seated at a large table with a multitude of crayons and construction paper instead of the usual stacks of books. On the tabletop, a small gray tabby kitten bats around crayons and generally invades Blake's space as he adjusts the camera. ]

Hey, uh... Wonderland. [ He offers a wave as he sits back from the camera propped on the table. ]

Been thinkin' a lot lately. 'Bout this place, 'bout these murders, 'bout the people we meet an' the people we lose, and I—

[ Blake shakes his head. He feels almost instantly like he's made some kind of mistake. Not being a particularly outwardly emotional person, not really one to admit there are chinks in his armor, let alone display them, he can't be sure why he's decided to share with the network this time around.

He reaches to go turn off the feed when his hand is intercepted by that affectionate and persistent kitten, purring and butting against his fingers. Instead of ending the transmission, he scoops up the cat and holds it close to his chest.

It's been rough. For a lotta people, not just me. The, uh... the Elrics are gone: Edward and Alphonse. And Jesse Pinkman, too. A— [ He sighs a little. ] —a lotta people, really. 'Specially lately. And it sucks, really sucks losin' family like that.

[ When he looks down at the kitten, he realizes he doesn't have much else to say, that he's probably said enough (or too much). John smiles thinly, scratches at the kitten's ears, and then focuses back on the camera. ]

Anyway, pretty sure I'm not alone in feelin' that way, so... It's late, but if anyone wants to come down to the library, I hear colorin's good therapy and I don't mind sharin' my crayons.

[ He might even draw you a picture. ]

004; Text

Nov. 12th, 2014 10:03 am
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Shout out to the really cute waitress who was serving me coffee, not to mention the rest of the town. Take it from me, I would have made a lousy cop though.

[Ask anyone who knows him in SHIELD. Seriously. It takes a lot to get him to follow an order.]

Unless I was Hooch like in Turner and Hootch.

[Then, a slew of privates]

[Private to Natasha]

I know Stark is gone, who's in charge of our tech now if anyone?

[How are you holding up, checking in.]

[Private to Coulson]

...Did you see Rogers's post?

[What do you know Phil. You've got to ]
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Halloween's tricky because no one's totally sure where it started; most people insist it's All Hallow's Eve and part of a Christian triduum that grew separate of things like Samhain, but that's probably because they don't want the association with pagan roots. Personally, I'm sure it started with pagan festivals, and you see a lot of that in the traditions. Jack-o-lanterns to scare off the visiting souls of the dead, masks to protect people from spirits, et cetera. Dressing up's also supposed to be making fun of the monsters, but I'm pretty sure that'd just piss them off.

[ Beat. ] It's not that significant a day when every day's pretty much Halloween, but the history's still interesting. My Storybrooke counterpart had the right idea; I'm gonna see if I can find anything good in the library if anyone's interested in learning more.

[ later: an anonymous text: ]

What're you most afraid of and have you ever had to face it?
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[ So, it's been a while since John's put his face out there, but considering the last time (and everything that's happened since), maybe it's not so hard to figure out why. Nevertheless, this suitably fine Sunday finds him taking the risk once again. It's not so much an attempt to be social as much as a way to stay connected without getting too close. ]

Hey, everyone. [ He waves. ] 'Bout a year an' a half ago, me an' the residents of Wonderland — some of 'em, at least — played a get-to-know-you game. It was pretty amusin' so I thought I'd bring it back, maybe add a few things, too.

Game 1 )

Game 2 )

Game 3 )
[ Yep. That's what John Blake's offering Wonderland this week. Hope you guys enjoy his newfound interest in doing very little that could be considered productive. ]
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[ when the feed comes up, it catches what sounds like a laugh already in progress, and the bottom half of a face. as it comes into view, someone seems to be righting the camera, before allison eventually turns her attention away from whatever she'd be grinning to off-screen and looks towards the camera. she opens her mouth to talk, but before she can get the words out another voice comes from off the screen. ]

Dude, have you ever seen Monty Python? Killer bunnies with big nasty fangs [ what you can’t see is stiles attempting to make bunny fangs with his teeth, but you can definitely hear his “arrghhrarrgh” in what is clearly a killer bunny noise. ]

[ allison's eyes follow the voice, laughing again. ] You're kidding me, right? You want to put the Easter bunny in this? [ another shake of her head and then she more pointedly looks back to the screen. ] Sorry, someone is-

--Very prepared and always right. [ he at least sounds a little cheeky. it’s a joke. really. sort of. ] And it’s not the Easter bunny!

Yeah okay. Anyway, for those of you we don't know, I'm Allison. Stiles here- [ eyes motioning off the screen and then they're back. ] and I are trying to put together a book. A beastiary, if you know what those are, of as many creatures - supernatural or not - that could potentially show up here.

And that totally includes the people of Wonderland who go bump in the night, I’m just sayin. What’s kosher for my creature of the night may not be kosher for yours.

[ she continues like she didn't hear him. ] If you don't already know, Wonderland likes to throw events at us from the worlds of people here. Sometimes they're fine, sometimes they're not, and-

-And sometimes they end in blood and gore! We haven’t had one of those in a while, I wonder--

Stiles, you can talk later! Let me finish! [ she laughing, though, so it's pretty obvious that stiles' interruptions aren't really bothering her. ] Sometimes they can be really dangerous, and in order to help everyone protect themselves, we figured collecting the information would help. Just to get it out there for people to know if they want to know, and if they don't, that's fine too.

Help a brother out, basically. [ a beat, and stiles pokes into the screen from an awkward angle, all button nose and spotted cheeks before he grins and jerks his head in allison’s direction. ] Or a sister. [ and then disappears from the feed again. ]

[ allison takes her hand back - having shoved stiles out of the frame in the first place - and resets the camera. ] We’ve done this before, so we have a good list started from a few worlds, but if there’s one thing we’ve learned is that even if the lore is in different worlds, a lot of the time the details aren’t the same. For example, take-

--Aaaany form of the supernatural! At all. Anywhere. Oookay, that’s the end of that, no more of that feed. [ #smooth ] Bye!

What? No, Stiles- [ the device is then forcefully plucked from allison’s hands, muffled sounds of a struggle, and then it shuts off. ]

[ ooc both stiles and allison are open for replies! ]
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[ Haymitch hasn't posted to the network once in all his time here. He's answered other people on rare occasion, but overall he hasn't trusted the thing.

He's been mulling things over lately, though, and he's come up questioning even himself and his own perceptions of Wonderland and what it is. After all this time, he's got to do or say something.

Any of you ever heard of Panem? The Hunger Games? Have you heard of Haymitch Abernathy at all?

[ Oh and he's visibly drunk, swaying just a little as he speaks. ]

(OOC: Fourth-walling is welcome at this point, if you feel so inclined.)
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[ When the feed comes to life Sam is sitting outside leaning against a tree. He's sweaty and breathing heavy, but that's what happens when you just get finished with a run. The stiffness in his ankle has pretty much vanished now that he's started running a lot more since he broke it. He's back up to his old times even if that is below Steve Rogers standards. ]

So--[ He smiles. ]--those blind dates were pretty weird huh? I mean they were nice. I get that their heart was in the right place, but was anyone else just a tad weirded out by how detailed and specific they were to each couple? I got a new friend out of the deal, but it still felt really odd.

[ He's not upset about the date. Neal was a good guy. Having dinner with him on the rooftop wasn't the worst night he's ever had. It was weirdly romantic for two straight guys who didn't even know each other, but free food and a good talk is hard to find sometimes. Though probably not here. ]

Not what I really wanted to talk about though. [ He sits forward and gets closer to the camera. ] I used to run support groups in the VA center back in DC and I was thinkin' about starting something similar to that here. Coming here isn't really that easy and it's gotta be rough on some people. Maybe you want someone to talk to about it? A group setting where you can talk about concerns or just issues back home you didn't get to rectify. I know a few people got some of those. Maybe they're scared that they won't get a chance or they're scared to go back? [ He shrugs. ] Give it a thought. If you'd wanna come just hit me back. I gotta go see if I left my lungs a mile back. [ He smiles and shuts the feed off. ]
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[Look at that, he's on the network and not under the influence of an event. That's a rare sight to behold. He's no longer hiding and he has an inquiry on his mind.]

Greetings fellow unwilling... and perhaps willing inhabitants. Allow me to pose a question to any and all willing to answer. But first, I must clarify something. The definition of a lie is an intentionally deceptive statement. The intention to mislead or deceive. A falsification or a fabrication. Put simply, something untrue.

Now, many of you are aware of who I am and of what I am capable. Others may know just my name and the implication it provides. Fewer still actually recognise my face or the sound of my voice. [Yes, he's talking to you, dear. Fandral, honestly. Lovely, intelligent, but so gullible.] For those of you with that knowledge, fear not. This is in no way malicious. I have no hidden motive or deceitful purpose save for the slaying of my unyielding boredom. Truth? ...or a lie? [He smiles somewhat knowingly, but doesn't provide an answer.]

What I wish to ask is, for those of you with such self-righteous morals, is there any here that can claim not to be guilty of a lie? The answer to that is a simple 'no'. Lies take many forms, be they malevolent or innocent. Withholding the truth or altering it, both qualify. Omission of truth or using the truth to paint a different picture are both still considered deceitful.

Lies are not only used for ones own benefit. They can be used to protect others. Tell me, would you lie to save a life? To save the lives of many? I'm curious just what would be the breaking point?

[He raises an eyebrow, inviting an answer just before he ends the feed.]
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[Alex doesn't own a smartphone. No one owns a smartphone anymore. But here he is, in this strange place, with a smartphone. He's slapped himself enough times to realize that this isn't a dream or a vision or whatever. He's actually here. There's only one question:]

Where the fuck am I and how can I get out?

[Okay, maybe two questions. He struggles with the device for a moment, clearly trying to figure out how to stop recording. It's clear from the shaky camera angle that he's on the move. Finally, he just turns to the nearest person and asks,]

Excuse me, do you know how to turn this off?

[Apparently they do. Alex thanks them for their help and ends the feed.]

[ooc: Alex will be wandering all over, so feel free to run into him anywhere!]


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