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[The video opens to a pair of grinning archangels who have, by the looks of the empty bottles behind them, been busy for a while. Gabriel grins at his name twin.] So. Beach blanket bingo was fun, but me and other me think it's time for a more adult party. Booze is mandatory. Pants? Totally optional. [Wink as he defers to the second Gabriel.]

We're just not the sort to require so many layers and formality. We want you all to just be yourselves, let it all hang out.][There may or may not be some sort of suggestion to that statement.] Bonfires and Balls are fun, but we Archangels know how to throw a real party

[A toast to the darker haired Gabriel.] Damn Skippy we do. Learned most of my best moves at Odin's keggers. Festivities start at the bar, courtesy of the lovely Jo Harvelle. The after party is a little more private and a lot more fun.

[Toasting in kind and after a quick swig he'll add on his line.] The after-party is for anyone curious enough or willing to let themselves really go wild. There may or may not, [Complete with a hand teeter-totter] be nudity. At that point I'm hoping we're all too drunk to make good decisions to say for sure what might happen. Where's the fun in planning out every detail?

Planning is for suckers. Unless you're planning on nudity. In that case, plan ahead and be on time. Consenting adults, demons and.. whatever else might be up for a very interesting night. Sound off if you have questions, otherwise we'll see you there.

((ooc: Please mention in the subject line which Gabriel you might want to harangue. log post to come soon!))
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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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When her scaly blue face shows up on the feed, it's clear something's up. Her normal cool, calm demeanor is gone, and her usually perfectly-coiffed hair is sticking out in a few places. She's somewhere outside, having abandoned her room a long time ago. She is livid, and has been for a very long time.

If there's one thing Mystique knows, it's when someone's in her head. And someone's been in her goddamn head since yesterday. A few minutes, she can tolerate. She'll let it go. Maybe snap some necks for it, but she'll move on with her life. But hours upon hours of it? Unrelenting? Nothing but sadness and regret and so many other annoying emotions? Being forced to relive a memory she'd thought been forever buried has definitely done nothing to help her mood, so with this on top, she is not having it.

She breathes hard, teeth bared. ]

I know one of you is in my head. I don't know why, but I'm giving you ten minutes to get out. That should be enough time to give you a head start before I find you.

[ Whoever you are, she will look for you, she will find you, and she will kill you. Figuratively. Literally, if she can get away with it. ]

Your time starts now.

action )
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( She still had questions. It had been over a week since Claire had found herself here, and found someone. They had answered a few things and whilst it all seemed hard to believe the lack of captors coming to take her elsewhere, demands or people familiar to her made it perhaps a little more believable.

There was also a lot that happened on the device. General conversations and questions - nothing more than what you might expect to see on any message board, despite some of the more unusual questions. Claire hadn't responded to anything yet, not quite so eager to put her face or name forward.

She still had questions, though. At least, if she didn't want to be known, she could do it anonymously - that was one thing that Claire had remembered that the man (Steve) had told her, and one thing that she found simple enough to do. Anonymous in place she began on her question. Anything other than the obvious initial wonders she'd posed to Steve. She didn't want to believe his answers but maybe, like he'd said, people would confirm it )

How long have you been here?

( She was starting with just the one - letting one lead into more depending on what people told her. Maybe if someone had been there for a while, as Steve claimed, they could be helpful )
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[He's bloody, bruised, worn, confused, and completely misplaced. He'd stepped out of Angel's office and into the mansion. It'd taken a hot minute before his memories of Wonderland resurfaced. He set about hunting down his room, grabbing his mobile, and then decided to address his fellow captives. Things are different now. He's different now.

So, he opens the feed, looking decidedly less irate than his first broadcast months ago. Wonderland's network is greeted by the platinum blonde Brit. Blood that had run from his ear down the side of his face was dried and flaking. Various cuts mar his face, various patches and streaks of dried blood contrast with his pale skin. But does he seem to care? That would be a big, bloody NOPE. Or maybe he's forgotten it's there and can't exactly see himself in a mirror to be reminded.]

Gooooood morning, Viet--wait. Wrong movie. Don't know how long I've been gone but, Ol' Spike's back. So! Tell me lads, lasses, and not-so-gentle-demons, what did I miss? Anything special? See, for me, I've been through quite a bit since I went all disappear-y. Been months back home but it looks like it's only been a week or two here s'far as I can tell.

C'mon now, don't be shy! Not like you lot have anything better to do in this hell dimension where time's on holiday.

Private to Angel )

06 Video

Feb. 16th, 2015 12:26 pm
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[As with all of Bigby's videos, the air appears smokey which obscures the picture slightly. However, to the observant person, they will note that Bigby is not in his room (even though there is a terrible similarity). He sits at a desk with a large corkboard behind him. Some of the papers have names and dates on them - approximations of arrivals and departures from Wonderland. A large cabinet is off to the side. In fact, the room looks well worn and a bit familiar to those used to Bigby's messy but organized style.

Yes, this is the Sheriff's office he has been promising.

Want more of a visual? It looks something like this.]

I know I've been meaning to open up this office for some time now. Many things have happened in the meantime and it's either now or never. So, without further ado, welcome to the Wonderland Sheriff office. I'm Sheriff Bigby and until the time comes when we're organized enough to choose our own sheriff, I'll be heading this office.

If you want my resume - tough. You'll just have to trust me on this. I'm the man for the job.

I invite all of you to come by and check this place out. I know some of you expressed interest in lending a hand and I'll be more than happy to sign you up. There are a couple assignments I'd like to work out but I won't take up anymore of your time right now than I have to.

If you are in need of assistance, come by. Cases will be handled on a first come, first serve basis with some degree of importance considered.

Anything else, drop by. Office hours are from 10 am to 6 pm, investigations (and Wonderland chaos) permitting.

First floor - third office down.

[Bigby takes a long drag of his cigarette before reaching out and turning off the feed. The Sheriff is IN.]

12 | video

Feb. 14th, 2015 09:45 am
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Two things-

( Good morning Wonderland? She's in a good mood this morning. A very planning mood )

For anyone that has spoken to a mirror I'd like to ask about it. I'm looking to talk to one but not just any mirror, which is why I'd like to know experiences you've had.

( She's looking for a trustworthy one, or at least one that might help )

Secondly, as short notice as it is I'm throwing a party tonight. If you have someone you'd like to take it might be a nice evening for you both- ( Where is she going with this? ) -but if not I think you'll enjoy the night anyway.

( She is absolutely not going to be matchmaking people during the night nope!! )

Tonight, 7pm in the Ballroom. I hope you'll all be there. And if you have any mirror communication experiences I would appreciate hearing about them.

( ooc: log is here!!! )
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[Some of you may normally ignore anything that typically comes across this feed, but today? You may want to watch closely, if anything, to get a good laugh out of it.

A teddy bear with black fur and a white tummy with a symbol on it comes into view via a pair of wings that appear to be made of white, puffy clouds. As his paws, complete with little hearts and everything, touch ground the wings dissipate and are gone as if they weren't there at all. He pokes his heart shaped nose at the camera, picking up the device to peer through at Wonderland with those little, beady but overly kind eyes. He smiles warmly at all of you and waves.

Hello there Wonderland,

[Wait. Does the bear have Gabriels voice? Only… he sounds so… cheerful.]

I am Messenger Bear, I'm a Care Bear! From Care-a-lot. And I'm here to give you a very important message.

[There's a twinkle in his eye and if you aren't laughing at the turn of events you will be.]

I care about every single one of you and I'm here to be your friend! Because everyone needs friends. And I've noticed that Wonderland needed more love. So here I am to help you out.

If you're in trouble, or feeling down, I can help! Sharing your feelings is okay! It's what friends do, so don't be shy. I'm very eager to get to know all of you a little better.

[Complete with an almost childish giggle. He honestly does look excited about all of this. Go on then Wonderland. SAY HELLO.]

Teeny cut for action option )
(ooc: It's good to note that Gabriel, as a Care Bear might know stuff about you from the get go, but simple things like your name, favorite color, favorite food, hobbies, or what you always wanted to be when you grew up. He can know bigger things if you really want, but bear (haha) in mind that he'll remember this stuff from the event. So feel free to let me know that stuff in the brackets, or on plurk or something.)
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[When the feed begins, the camera is focused on a very small stage. After a moment or so of rustling, Alice appears.

...Or. Well. "Alice" appears.

Good day, everyone! I've got a spectacular show for you today! Yaaaaaaaaaaay! [And she flails her whole sock puppet body around wildly with excitement.] It's called the Tale of the HalloChrismasJabberganza! Enjoy the show!

Cut because it got pretty long. )
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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.]
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[In the chill, still of the night, snow falling in flurries that swirl around his lanky frame, the Pie Maker tracks the edges of a large house and clings to the solid source in his moment of weakness. Rumpled and out of sorts, comically large scarf dragging the ground and mismatched galoshes trudging through several inches of slush and ice, Ned's desperation is palpable as his voice cracks on a single word:]


[Periodically he will pause, turn in place, shifting his arms over his chest to keep out the cold as it rattles his chest and squeezes his lungs and each breath curls steamily away into the night air. With growing horror he recognizes the window frames, their monotonous Federal style and trim, and knows they do not belong to apartments in the city where he lives and works.

With substantially greater horror does Ned realize that he is not home anymore, balling up snow with his bare, freezing hands and flinging it at the nearest window, a cry of galvanized agony tearing his throat apart.

The facts were these:

On a cold night in a warm room, Chuck and Ned were nestled in their respective single beds, a truth hanging over the Pie Maker and trying to claw its way out. Lying is not easy but it is often easier, and while the knitting detective, Emerson Cod, had told him to bite his tongue, the truth spilled out like so many tons of water through a sluice in the Stingwell Dam. Unfettered, unhindered, unintentional. With four simple words - I killed your dad - Ned rent apart the trust and faith Chuck had in him, a clamoring din of shouting voices to follow, much of what was actually said lost in translation. Chuck took the elevator and Ned took the stairs, slipping down half of them to catch up.

By the time he got to the bottom of the building, she was gone.

Now Ned has tracked snow into Wonderland's Mansion, feeling a pale shadow of the vaguely dark shadow that he once was, mechanical in his steps and stricken with the notion that his search for Chuck is further postponed by his return to the pocket universe he remembers like a particularly vivid dream. The Pie Maker does not make it to the eighth floor diner, dragging his feet to the first-floor kitchen at three in the morning and losing his snow-damp coat on a chair along the way. His scarf and phone find the floor and his fingers find the handle of the refrigerator, clinging to stainless steel tightly as his shoulders shake.

For a long moment Ned stands paralyzed before jerking the door open and reaching for the butter. Flour, sugar, salt, and ice water follow, and while his movements are deft, practiced, they are stiffened with shock, going through the motions of preparing dough. He makes an excess, the coping mechanism of stress-baking putting a dozen pies into the oven as he draws out the first, apple, and lays it to rest on the table to cool, seating himself at the chair in front of it.

The Pie Maker inhales the smell of home, and feels all the more hollow for it.
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[Some citizens of Wonderland will be given a special treat today from the Archangel in the form of a slip of the thumb over the record option. He's not yet realized it either, he's too distracted by someone off screen. The expression he wears is one of surprise, like meeting an old friend you haven't seen in ages, though his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.]

Charlie. My but it's been a long time since Paradise Falls.

[The device drops to hang lazily at an upside down angle from his grasp near his leg so you get a view of the young woman who looks disgusted and none-too-happy to have met the Archangel in the hallway.]

Like you have any right to say that to me. Go to hell.

[In that moment the young, former waitress manages to catch the Archangel off-guard with some well-deserved karmic retribution in the form of a swift kick to the balls. Her bold, knee-jerk reaction is unexpected, so he'll give her that one. There's a gut-wrenching grunt of a noise as the air leaves his lungs and he crumples, dropping the phone in favor of grabbing himself and squeezing his knees in tight. He uses the wall as support as Charlie goes running for her life down the 10th floor hall, calling for help.

He wheezes, teeth grit for a few seconds as he glares after the young woman for a few heartbeats to recover. When he can breath he starts laughing, low at first then loudly. He'll then slowly push off the wall, hobbling a bit as he stoops to pick up his device and frown at it.

I hope you're all satisfied.

[He grumbles, realizing that was caught on camera and then turns the feed off.]

((ooc: Anyone on the 10th floor is welcome to hear that and poke their head out or come running or what not.))
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[ This is an inauspicious start to the New Year.

Considering the tension since last event, where Will sat side by side with the friend he'd roundly denounced to Ned and, for lack of a better phrase, sat pretty while most of Wonderland's residents tore themselves apart, his and Ned's lack of communication is nothing out of the ordinary. The few times they did speak afterward were short, in the public eye, not betraying their respective secretkeeping but definitely not delving into just what Will's behavior was all about.

Still, pies continued to be delivered, baked dog snacks came. Nothing seemed irreparable, even if it didn't seem good. Will thinks it's about time he cleared the air, and sends word ahead so that, in true introvert form, Ned can prep himself for another intense, likely protracted talk.

In private. Will clarifies one text later, Will your room work? It ought to, Will's headed there.

Except, stepping inside, Will feels a certain inevitability come to pass that he maybe should have picked up from Ned's lack of response. Barren walls, stripped furniture. Like Ned's prepared to move but where the hell would he go? Unless Will's gone strictly on the verboten list and isn't in the perky pie party that gets the new address forwarded to him. But in the unlikely event that Ned is the kind of man that would leave someone behind, well. Then he wasn't who Will thought he was.

Hey, little guy - or, girl.

[ he says wearily while the English spaniel raises a cautious nose to the air. Something like her owner. A soft whine sounds. ]

Yeah, I know.

[ Not Ned, but Derby tolerates a newcomer a little bit better than the piemaker, even though she'll be missing Ned. She wouldn't be the only one. The notion dawns on Will to open a channel to the network while Derby occupies herself with skirting Will's immediate proximity. ]

It's been a while since I addressed the network.

[ "Addressed" here is an accurate term; accidental nighttime shows don't count. ]

But for those of you that knew him, Ned, our resident piemaker, has disappeared.

[ Yes, that piemaker from the diner on the eighth floor. Those of you who share the obsession with his baking have suffered a great loss, but don't let that blind you to the greater loss of Ned himself. ]

This might not mean anything, as for recent departees who've wound up right back here, I'm among their number. But I wanted to let Ned's friends know before search parties were sent abroad. Particularly a - Tohru. I'm afraid you'll have to find a temporary hire in your diner.

[ Will gets the dog, sorry. ]
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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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[Who has cookies for breakfast? This guy. Okay, they'd count as breakfast if Gabriel did mundane things like sleeping. But he had places to go, brothers to bother and a general pest to make of himself. What he doesn't expect is the sudden transformation overcoming both his grace and his vessel after raiding one of the very impressive spreads the place provided.

So have an adorable little moppet, Wonderland, hanging upside down from one of the Christmas tree limbs, examining his phone curiously.]
Michael? Lucifer?

C'mon, I can totally hear you guys. Where are you?

[Heaving a sigh and with a very visible pout he jumps down, landing nimbly on his feet.] Fine. I'll just find someone else to play with.

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[Gabriel is sitting pretty in an arm chair in his room, one leg crossed over the other at the knee as he addresses Wonderland. It's almost as if he hadn't gone on a murderous rampage, but really, we're not talking about that. It was the Event after all! It wasn't his fault. No need to bring it up right? He's comfortable and there's a glint of adoration, kind of in the way an adult would look at a child who's said something stupid but they're too nice to correct them. He'll just nod and smile, yes, you're right little ones, all is well and right in the world again.]

You humans are so amusing at times with your odd coping mechanisms, no one grieves or heals quite the same. I must say, for many of you the show must go on, but to fall from one horrific event into a large feast? Now that must take some strong stomachs. Tell me, did your celebration of the enslavement of a native race and theft of land go off without a hitch? I'm just dying to know.

[A look of mock embarrassment as he covers his mouth as if he's said a bad word. He seems almost honestly apologetic but the little quirk at the corner of his mouth tells you he's trying hard not to laugh.]

Sorry. Right, I forgot it was commercialized and made into a day of thanks and brotherhood long before the War. I suppose most of you can give thanks for being alive after recent events. Though, humor me won't you? What are you truly thankful for??

Private to Alex, Michael and William )


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.]

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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[ When he arrives, Dorian isn’t entirely disoriented. In fact, he is so intrigued by the wonderment of this place, that he spends several long minutes touring the corridors and hallways. The moment he last recalls - a blink, a turn, and he had been here - does not surface in all the excitement, fingertips lightly touching the smoothness of the walls and the decor of the tables. By the time he discovers the device in his pocket, the enthusiasm has cooled to curiosity and a calm demeanor that eventually reflects on the video feed that appears. A moving picture? How ingenious. ]

Hello. [ There’s a twitch of a smile, something easy and inviting. ] As things do not seem to have any particular order here, an introduction would be proper in this situation. [ But the very idea of it almost causes him to laugh. ] I am Dorian Gray.

[ His fingertips fill the view as he touches the screen with a somewhat speculative expression. Then, there is nothing but a full, gentle smile. ]

The questions that this place originally instill are not as intriguing as some of the others that immediately come to mind. So, I extend this invitation to you and anyone willing to discuss these... finer details with me. [ A tilt of his head and the thank you is unspoken. ] I look forward to it.

[ Before it ends, the video pans to take in his location: the main entrance hall. If anyone happens to approach him there, he may be somewhat distracted by details of the architecture, hands clasped loosely behind his back. ]
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[He's calm, composed, as if he's practiced what he's going to say over and over before turning on his device.]

Hello, Wonderland.

[Michael clears his throat once, though he's not nervous, even if a small part of him is uncertain if this will be well received.]

I've decided to...have a get together..a party.. on the rooftop tonight.

[The archangel had decided that he needed to know more of the citizens of Wonderland, and had figured a group setting would be easier for him. Take the pressure away, and not force his social awkwardness on one individual at a time. Yes, a group would be better.

If this didn't work out, then he'd go back to what he'd been doing before. Trying to be invisible, and staying off of everyone's radar.]

There will be food, and drink. Whatever the closet gives me. It will start when the sun sets.

[He nods quickly, then ends the feed.]

[ooc: Feel free to post starters that can be left open for others to respond to as well as Michael.]


Oct. 17th, 2014 11:39 pm
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[The feed is a little shaky as Gabriel walks.]

Well, well, look what I finally found.

[He pauses to pan the camera around the Music Room. But he's not giving away any clue as to where it ended up this time. He'll turn the camera on himself, flashing pearly whites in an almost overly friendly grin.]

And aren't you in for a treat. [His other hand brings up a Trumpet, fingers pressing on the valve buttons as they make little clicks.]

See you in a bit Wonderland.

[The feed goes off and when it turns on again he'll be setting the device on a surface before backing off. He sits in a large, comfy armchair in his room. The lighting is low, casting shadows by candle-light, but that's how he likes it, that's how it was back home.]

I'm sure those of you unfamiliar with the various stories of me aren't aware I even know how to play. And I thought in light of recent events I could ... share my talent. Since I don't really sing, I thought I could play for you instead.

[He settles into a comfortable position with a brisk clearing of his throat. He licks his lips, flashing a quick glance to the camera before lifting the instrument to his mouth. With a deep breath he closes his eyes and breathes into it to start playing a swinging blues tune. It's not every day you get to hear the Archangel Gabriel blowing his horn without it signalling something huge, so enjoy it.]
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[As the feed clicks on, Gadreel looks distinctly ... uncomfortable. Those who are sharp crayons might notice that peeking out from beneath the hoodie he's wearing are a few Enochian symbols carved into his skin, weeping fresh blood.

He is seated cross-legged in a garden, hands wringing in his lap.]

I must admit to being confused. This -- is not what I was expecting.

[What he was expecting was blissful nothingness, perhaps tinged with a brief moment of pride: he had finally done the right thing, he was sure. He looks down to the ground, then back into the feed.

He's apparently collected himself, at least a little.]

I am sure that the time for apologies has long passed, but I cannot help but feel they are warranted.

If any of those that I have wronged are here, Kevin Tran -

[His voice catches, briefly,]

Abner - I would apologize in person, if you would have me. I bear you no ill will if you would prefer me to stay away, and I will respect your wishes. I mean only to make the offer, to begin repairing what my cowardice wrought.

[It occurs to him, then, that he ought to figure out exactly what's going on -- if he can.]

Any of those of you that can offer information about this place, you would be doing me a great service by letting me know.
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[She's not exactly amused when her face appears on the screen, but she is guarding her irritation closely. It is never a good idea to let others know that their plans have had an emotional effect. This is a set back, a temporary misstep, but she can recover from it as she always does.

Her work isn't finished, not until she sees Lucifer free.]

How clever. I didn't think the angels had the capabilities to be so organized without their father's help. I thought you were well aware that he desired my role in this. After all, you are supposed to have a family reunion.

Now, simply for curiosity's sake, who was it who brought me here? Raphael? Gabriel? Certainly not one of the lower ranking soldiers, they never were that clever. Or did the Winchesters finally manage to get their hands on something effective?

[She pulls back, toying with a rose in the garden that she is inhabiting for now.]

Everything is ordained and destiny can't be shaken off so easily. Lucifer was meant to win this fight and I will help him do that.
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[Well into October, Ned starts to feel grim
A reminder of Autumn's old pang eats at him
The leaves changing colors, red, yellow and brown
Serve to bring the resident Pie Maker down
But what is the reason? you ask, mildly wary
A dislike of ghosts, or something more scary?
Perhaps a less silly approach, if you please
Halloween's on its way, and the facts are these:

When Ned was nine years, thirty-four weeks, seventeen minutes and four seconds old, he received the one and only postcard he would ever get from his father while attending the Longborough School for Boys in North Thrush. It came on Hallow's Eve, a holiday ripe for the picking by children decked up as witches and warlocks, ghouls and goblins - but the only thing more terrifying than the idea of whatever mythical creatures might be lurking in the dark was the pre-printed message on the back of the postcard: We've moved.

Young Ned tracked the origins of the postcard to a small house in a pleasant neighborhood, bedecked with festive decorations and Jack-O-Lanterns. Dressed as a ghost in a sheet he sought to ascertain his wayward father's whereabouts and, hopefully, come home. But what emerged from the little white door in the front was not a welcoming party, but his father with two new sons and a brand-new wife, preparing for an evening of Trick-or-Treating.

The last thing Ned's father said to him was a genial Happy Halloween as he handed the boy dressed as a ghost a Honeycomb Chew and walked away with his family - for the first time that evening Ned felt as though he were one with his chosen costume.

...okay. So. I didn't want to have to make an announcement, but since there's been an increase in requests for...thematically seasonal pies, I'm putting up a list outside the diner and on the network.

[The list itself reads, in perfectly legible script:

Chess Pie
Pecan Pie
Apple-Cranberry Pie
Tart Cherry Pie
Dutch Apple Pie
Triple-Pear Pie
Sweet Potato Pie
Maple Cream Pie

Observant residents may note that pumpkin does not appear on Ned's list, as he is vehemently opposed to everything that it stands for. Out of frame a dog whines, and the Pie Maker stoops to pat Derby on the head before continuing.

I know we have the- uh, capacity and ability to have all kinds of fresh fruit year-round- [And not just because he can touch dead things and bring them back to life.] -but it's kinda how we do things at The Pie Hole, so...it's...how I'm doing them here. I also know it's pretty easy to ask the kitchen to give you a slice of pie, but I thought I might offer lessons in case anyone...wanted to learn. How to bake.

[There is a long, awkward pause before he decides he's had enough social interaction, and cuts the feed.]


Oct. 7th, 2014 09:30 pm
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[The camera is focused on a large tea cup, somewhere in the mansion, and there appears to be something humming inside it. After a moment, there's some muttering - not truly singing but there is something of a tune trying to crawl out.]

There it goes...my last chance for peace...lay me down, but...I get no release...

...I try to keep...awake...trytoswim'neath...still...can feel this narcolepsy s l i i i d e...to 'nother nightmare....

[The Dormouse goes alarmingly quiet in his cup. Then, he hums something different, but not at all unrelated. The feed cuts out abruptly mid-hum.]
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[ the girl who is shown through the video cannot possibly seem more disapproving if she tried. wearing a simple black frock and no shoes, she is a skinny looking thing with long, sleek black hair and dark eyes.

oh, she's green too. but that would be addressed in a moment. when she speaks, she sounds more long-suffering than annoyed and her voice is rich with sarcasm. ]

Wonderland, land of wonders - true or otherwise false.

[ this is obviously her way to say hello. ]

I do ever wish to thank those of you who have been kind and perceptive enough to alert me to the fact that I am indeed green. Certainly I would not have noticed it myself in a mansion full of mirrors.

[ aka you all suck and she is already so done. ]

A second matter. As odd as it may be for you to believe, there seems to be two women who share the same skin color in this Mansion. Odd, I say, since you are all the same color and yet you do not see me threaten you with swords and sharp words for it.

[ thanks for that, hook! ]

so for the sake of this introduction. There are two green women, the other, I trust, can introduce herself if she hadn't already. I do believe she answers to the name of Zelena. I, however, answer to the name of Elphaba if you are indeed interesting enough to be answered to begin with.

[ that is it, that's the message. ]
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What does family mean to you?

[It's a question that has been on her mind since her arrival. The answer isn't coming to her and she feels like she should know it.

A memory of a memory.]

And love?

[Somehow that question is more important. That emotion is far more distant.]
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open action )

| blocked to any and all angels, and the Winchesters... and Becky |

[Adam's come a long way since last October. Castiel had described his soul as meat stripped down to the bone once, but that it had the potential to heal if given enough time. Maybe it has a little. In some ways, maybe it hasn't. Adam knows for sure that before, he wouldn't have even bothered to let people know about something like this; he wouldn't have told anybody, because he hadn't had anybody to tell.

Now he does. The people he's managed to befriend might be the surest sign of his progress. He has people now who'd come looking for him.]

FYI: I moved. Don't bother checking the old place if you have to track me down.

I'll message you with the new room number if you need it.


Oct. 1st, 2014 08:45 am
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[When the video comes on it's to William sitting down, half amused at the squirming ball of fur in his lap. He's about to speak when the lion cub decides that rubbing his head under William's chin is a thing, getting a rueful grin from the young man. The cub is obviously a handful, but William is dealing with it patiently, on occasion during his post moving a paw where the cub has decided to knead with claws into the fabric of his shirt.]

Someone brought this cub to me a little while ago and I can't find the owner. If he's yours can you let me know? Otherwise I'll be keeping him. My father owned a lion back home so I think it should be fine, but I would rather not if someone out there is missing their lion.

[Secretly William hopes no-one comes forward. There's something kind of comforting about the whole thing, and he's somewhat attached already.]

Anyway, those mirrors. How often do they come over? I've never seen anything like it, but they all seemed like they were on a mission, so I get the feeling I don't have the whole story just yet. What is coming? Something, can someone explain that part? Just how long do we have? [William manages to keep a serious face, even when the lion starts to lick the side of his face.] I know we get the usual details when we all come here, but I haven't heard of some of the things the mirrors mentioned. If this is going to happen a lot I would like to know about it. Also I will apologize in advance; apparently my own mirror isn't the nicest of people, so if you ever see him let me know, I'll try to pay for any damages incurred.


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