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[ Something’s not right in Wonderland today--if you can call being dropped into the middle of the desert not right. The video flickers to life with a strange sense of urgency. Both Charlie and Michael can be seen somewhere in the entrance hall, breathing somewhat heavy. ]

Hey. [ Charlie speaks first, glancing at Michael and then back to the screen. ] I dunno if anyone’s noticed, but we kinda have a problem. They’re, um… [ She looks to the archangel for some help, still trying to catch her breath. ]

Wonderland is under attack. The lower angels of our world are here.

[ Charlie elbows him a little. ]

What he means is these things are angels, but there’s nothin’ fluffy about them. They’ll kill you if they get the chance, and it ain’t a walk in the park. [ She lifts up a dated cattle prod. ] Electricity can knock ‘em out, but bullets are sort of useless against them.

[ From off to the side, you can hear a muffled female voice that sounds like Claire. ]

Empyrean steel will kill them. [ Claire’s hand appears into the video to hand him something. ] Claire asked for a weapon and the closet gave her this. It is made of the steel, but the format is useless here.

Do not try to fight them. They may look like someone you know
- except the real ugly faces - but they are inhumanely strong and fast. There is another way to stop them, but it requires

What the--

[ Michael’s cut off by both Claire and Charlie’s raised voices, and there’s only a second before the video goes dark, the image of Charlie struggling as she’s dragged through the front door by her hair lingering to those that see the post. ]

[ ooc: Feel free to have your possessed character being the one who is attacking. If you want a specific person to tag back, place their name in the header. Otherwise, it’s a mystery who you’ll get.. ]
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[when the transmission starts, all you hear is heavy breathing a moment. Neku's been running around the mansion since he woke up, looking for someone. he's only stopped so he can put a call out there properly.

finally, a deep, urgent voice comes through]

Hey, Beat! Come on man, I know you're out there. Don't talk to any of the weirdos and just--tell me where you are, I'll come to you. Please don't start any fights. I'd like to get out of here alive. Well, in one piece, anyway. [har har]

And hey, if any of you see a Japanese kid running around who looks like he thinks he's in a gang--well, you won't have to shout, he'll do it for you. But let me know where he is.

[the urgency drops away for an awkward pause. he's speaking to an entire community, but this isn't just the Internet. this is a creepy corporation kidnaps you and thrusts you onto a LAN network for mass socialization. how do you people.

. . . Great. Kidnapees working together. I'll let you know when the trust exercises start.

[and the transmission cuts out]
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[ By the expression she's wearing when her image appears, it's clear that she's got a few complaints to register with...well, whoever will listen, at this point. ]

Okay, you know what? I'm done. Got that? D-O-N-E.

[ You tell 'em, girl. ]

What the hell was that all about? First, we all get a nice, relaxing vacation in some open air baths--like, a complete spa weekend.

[ Don't tell her you've forgotten it already. ]

So it might have been haunted, but that's besides the point. It was about time we had something nice happen for a change. You know, after the giant skinless...giants tried to kill everyone. Which was destructive on top of being super gross. And trust me, I've seen gross.

[ She might as well be an expert at this point. ]

But go from spa weekend to winter psychotic death match? Seriously? What was that all about? Get us to put our guards down just so we play Highlander? Uh-huh. No way, Cordy is not playing that game.

[ As if by just declaring it, she can put a stop to things. Her determination should be accounted for, at least. She points an accusatory finger outwards towards the audience. ]

Don't think you can win me over with a closet that can pump out wardrobes like you've never seen. I know what you're up to. And you're not getting any of my memories for your stupid events.

[ That's right. She's refusing to forget ANYTHING. She picks up what appears to be a hardcover notebook and holds it up for display. ]

I'm starting a diary. Not just of the stuff here, but of everything that's ever happened to me. It's not like there's any point of wasting paper here, right? They can't take our memories if we record them all. And if they try to, then we can just re-remember them by going through our old things.

[ Foolproof. ]

Take that.
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[Bigby could smell her blood the moment it happened. He had been holding up in an area of the facility, far away from people. It was safer - for him and for them. But the moment the first droplet of Snow's blood was spilled, the scent hit him in the face like a punch. His own safety be damned, he followed her trail, hoping against hope that it had only been a small wound. When he discovered her beaten and broken body in a pool of blood, however, it had taken every inch of his self control to keep from losing his mind.

It was straight out of a nightmare, one he'd been having recently now that Snow had arrived here. Still, he had to let the others know. The paranoia they felt was fucking real and he had the proof.

The sound is incredibly grainy, as though someone is speaking through an old walkie-talkie. Some of the words are difficult to make out as the person speaking is finding it hard to formulate words. It sounds more like a growl than human speech, but certain words can be heard.]

I've found.....[static] She's dead. Whoever....[more static, garbled text]...ind you and.....kill you. Run.
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[The skies of Wonderland thrum to an unaccustomed sound - the roar of rotors. An unmarked black helicopter menacingly circles the skies above the mansion. Those familiar with such things might recognize it as a V-22 Osprey, a US military aircraft. It's not carrying the newest Wonderland resident; he is the newest Wonderland resident. Nick Zerhakker, transhuman cyborg aircraft, is confused and very angry.]

[Only a few minutes after the helicopter's abrupt appearance, a new log is uploaded to the network. The video shows a moving aerial view of the grounds and the mansion, with the dull roar of the chopper's engines in the background.]

--primrose beech tips! What in the slant locking flooring pit is this train score? Where's the buzzing sat-com? Where the SWELL is the raid puffing GPS? TOWEL RACKS!

[The unseen speaker sounds like a young man with a North Philly accent, shouting at the top of his lungs. From his tone, it seems "beech tips" and the rest are meant to be curses, but the more nonsensical words come out haltingly and sounding just a bit off, like a poorly-redubbed movie. Nick hates his censoring software at the best of times, but boy does he loathe it right now. A helicopter has no lungs to take a deep breath with, but he plays the appropriate sighing sound anyway and makes an effort to gather his thoughts.]

This is recording, right? Okay! My name's Nick Zerhakker, I work for the saddle churning US government. [Which is completely true, but he holds off on saying how, exactly. He's not military or CIA or anything, but also not exactly keen on explaining that Project Skin Horse is only a desperately underfunded social services department.] Any of the pill tasters on this network want to tell me what the pluck just happened? This is the only moth-eaten signal I can find. From the look of things I ain't in warbling Kansas anymore, and I don't see Toto either, so it'd be pretty nice to get some answers!

[In the helicopter's-eye-view shown in the video, the mansion comes closer as Nick slowly begins to descend. There's no guarantee that someone here will have diesel handy when he needs to refuel, so it'd be nice to be able to land and save some power. He has his eye on the roof of that big mansion, if there's a space large and flat enough to hold him, but he'll settle for a reasonably smooth patch of lawn.]

I'm seein' humaniforms on the carbonated ground, so, hope someone gets this message. Do I have permission to land on the roof of this whooping cough massive building and sort things out?

[After uploading his video, Nick waits, hovering above the mansion fretfully. He'd rather not make a bad first impression in wherever-the-hell this place is by stepping on any toes, but if he doesn't get a prompt response he'll be tempted to pick his own landing zone.]

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[Michael's never been the social type, he speaks to others when it is necessary, but he's not the shy sort either. He's just reserved, and he's kept to himself, observing Wonderland and all its ways. The archangel has noticed a few things, though it is nothing that Wonderland tries to hide, but he's noticed them anyways, and he's a little hung up on one of its most obvious quirks.

People come and they go. With no warning. There one moment, gone the next.

The appearances and disappearances happen at times that seem almost random, no method or reason, but if it were all part of some grand plan, what better way to hide it than a seeming lack of design and purpose. When he decides to address the network (via video), he's stern, as usual, but more resigned than is typical for him.]

This may come as no surprise, but more of us have gone home.

[At least that is where he assumes they have gone, as it is just as likely that they've gone from one Wonderland to another.]

Alex Lannon. [A short pause.] Gabriel and William before that.

[He sighs then, they'd all gone pretty quickly. Though Alex was the most recent person that he was aware of.]

It is also my belief that there aren't many angels left as well. [Heavenly intuition, he likened it to, but he could feel that most had gone home.] If anyone has any thoughts on the subject of the way everyone comes and goes, may they be hypothetical or otherwise, it does not matter. I would like to hear them.

[Michael lets the feed end there.]

[ooc: Video, action, text. Anything is welcome.]
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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.

001 | Video

Feb. 9th, 2015 06:58 pm
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Cor!” is the first thing the device broadcasts, along with a very lopsided view of the Checkerboard Hills. After a fumble, it turns around to reveal a boyish face thatched with golden hair.

“We’ve got to form teams,” proclaims Adam, with a bright, infectious grin. “We’ve got a whole hillside checkers board! Its…”

He pauses a heartbeat as he counts in his head.

“...twelve pieces on each side, so we need twelve people in one color shirt, and another twelve in another color. Red and black is traditional, but it’s alright if we do some other color, ‘cause for example, more people might have white shirts than red shirts. Lots of people have white or black shirts, right? An’ if there’s more than twenty-four people who want to play, we’ll have to take turns, so it’s first come, first serve.”

He says the last part quite sternly, in the manner of a thirteen-year-old taking charge. No cutting in line, kids.

Wonderland, say hello to Adam Young.
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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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[ 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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[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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[ When the video feed comes to life, Isaac is lounging on a rather plush chair looking far more smug than he ever has in his life. He's got a cup of tea balancing on one of the arm rests and next to it a plate of biscuits - quite the sweet tooth at the moment apparently. Two things stick out like a sore thumb - the amount of stubble on the usually babyfaced teenager and the white gauze pad above his eyebrow. Of course when "Isaac" opens his mouth it becomes apparent quickly that either A) Isaac has developed a European accent or B) this isn't Isaac. ]

I'll say, one moment I was smack dab in The French Quarter and then I found myself here and I haven't a bloody clue how it happened.

[ He purses his lips a bit indignantly before speaking again. ]

And while I have to assume the company here is far superior to the company I was forced to keep there - I'm not a big fan of this unbreakable boundary spell. I'd like to meet the witch that cast it.


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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[ 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. 20th, 2014 09:58 am
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[personal profile] dissemble
[Lucifer can only presume that the... difference he can sense in Wonderland is related to the cryptic post. As far as he can tell he's avoided any effects of it so far. He intends for that to continue.]

Uh oh. Someone left a door open.

[And that little girl tried so hard to warn everyone too. What a shame.

ooc: Your character can respond at any point during the week! Also, Lucifer can choose to appear as someone else to make your character think they are more insane, if you would like that, either PM this journal or plurk me @sprakles. Happy insanity, everyone!]
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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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[personal profile] onlyhomemade
[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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[Henry had to figure out a way to ask for an artist without actually letting his mom know what he wanted. He had to be vague, and though she knew a little about what he was doing, he didn't think she knew that he was having a real actual book made for. Which was why Henry's face appeared on screen and he gave a little smile and wave.]

In case you don't know me, I'm Henry. I'm looking for someone who can illustrate. You know, like a kid's book or something?

[Wow, this was not shaping up to be subtle at all, but he figured as long as Regina was still surprised by the finished product, it was okay.]

If you can, it'd be great if you could get back to me. Or you can find me in room 27 on the eighth floor. Thanks to anyone who can help.
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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.]
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[The howls of the hellhounds still rang in Bela's ears as she made her way to her room, climbing the stairs at a sluggish pace. Terrifying images flashed in front of her-twisted and dark, the stuff of nightmares. Bela knew that hallucinations were a part of the deal when the hounds came to claim their prey. She felt nauseated. Emotionally drained. Confused.

Memories of home and Wonderland jumbled together as Bela tried to process what had happened to her in the short few hours she had spent in her own world. Now she knew for certain that her fate was sealed, and not just based on the words of a Winchester.

Bela stops in front of her door, reaching for the handle to turn and open it, pushing against the wood with a shoulder. She steps inside and glances in the mirror on the wall, taking in her appearance. Not exactly coiffed and polished; her eyes were watery and red, dried tears on her cheeks and her skin looked pale. A shell of herself.

Did anyone notice her absence? It's something that crosses Bela's mind. But a few hours didn't mean much if they were worried. A few days perhaps. A week at most.

She feels a weight in her pocket and Bela doesn't hesitate in checking it, discovering her communication device and switches it on.


Wonderland saw fit to bounce me between my world and here for a few hours. That ever happened to anyone before?

[There. Neutral enough query and a chance to put out feelers at the same time. She needs a distraction from her thoughts.]

((ooc: Open to action! Bela has no idea a month has gone by so play with that as you will! :D))


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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[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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[The feed pops on to show the scruffy man, hair slicked back, and wearing what appears to be a long hooded leather coat over a simple zip-up black cotton top.. His brows are knitted and lips pressed together with thought as he plays around with the strange little device. He tilts his head and slowly realizes the feed is on with a soft "whoops". His expression changes into something a little less focused and a little more friendly, brows raising as he slaps on a smile. Gabriel speaks with a mild English sounding accent.]

Hello there, sorry about this, bear with me as I figure this odd contraption out. I've seen them before but never really had the chance to use one. Seems like a useful little device, but are all these little things on the screen really necessary?

[He's tapping at it loud enough with the little stylus that you can hear it.  A concerned hum.]

Well hopefully you don't mind my face for a bit, it doesn't seem to want to turn off.

Good thing I'm handsome. [And a smarmy smirk with the slight quirk of a brow, flirting a little with the camera.  Though he's quick to go back to fiddling, clearing his throat.]

So then, I may as well introduce myself.

[And lifting the device a little for a more dramatic angle as he tries to look regal and heroic, squaring his shoulders.] I am the Archangel Gabriel,

[Then relaxing a bit.] and this is clearly not where I belong, so if anyone could give me information about this world, I would be very grateful.

[Pause, pause, tap, brow furrowing, tap, then a look of 'oh look I found something'.] Ah wait, here, I -- [And the feed shuts off.]


[Gabriel can be found wandering around the Mansion and checking everything out so you can find him just about anywhere if you'd like to run into him. He may be on the roof, or sitting comfortably in a chair, further fussing with his device, or perhaps you'll see him fly by over head? Either way, the Archangel will be attempting to orient himself to his new surroundings while waiting for replies.]
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[One moment he's standing on a beach, brow creased, heavy grimace, and doing everything he can to squelch down his guilt, and then he's standing in the middle of a marbled hall. Lit candles, and smelling faintly of incense, and no one around to explain anything to him. The archangel starts to move, stopping when he feels a strange extra weight in his pocket.

Reaching inside, he pulls it out, turning it on. It doesn't take him long to realize what he's meant to do with it, and he sighs.

Frowning, head tilted to the side, and, depending on your perspective, he's staring or glaring down at the device in his hand. Michael isn't confused by it, just annoyed that its use is required for communication.

With the ease of someone who’s had years of practice, he sets his face into a mask of austere disinterest and presses the button, starting the feed.]

I'd like someone to tell me what's going on. And where I am.

[Dark blue eyes become abruptly closer to the screen, a flash of movement, and the feed ceases.]


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