narcissistictendencies: (You just scared the Devil outta me.)
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[There's a familiar face on the network, but it looks a little... battered. He acts as if he doesn't realise he looks pretty rough right now. Bandages? Nope. That would require a delicate touch and his delicate touch is "taking a break"...]

Lookit me, I'm back and conveniently located... not where I used to be, but the room looks the same, so whatever. I even found this [He holds up a stuffed squirrel by the neck.] in my toolbox, so same ol' same ol'.

Other than that, what've I missed?

Anyway, before you ask, Rogers: Yes. And, Everything. So that happened. We need to talk. [He holds up a rather archaic phone Steve will recognise and wiggles it back and forth for emphasis, then mouths the words "call me" in a mock-flirtatious manner.]

Stark out.

Video;

Jul. 24th, 2016 08:59 pm
ladysunshines: (it's extremely effective) (Bethany casts fireball)
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[You can almost certainly bet that this video took Bethany a good while to set up even with Sam's lesson about the communication device, if only because it seems as if she's composed herself in front of her desk with a pile of books that are quite obviously arranged to be visually pleasing. If one is going to try and appear studious, one might as well put a good deal of effort into it.

She has a few moments of pause before she speaks into the camera, eyes flitting to the side now and again as the perpetual kitten-and-puppy team frolic on her freshly made bed behind her.]


...ah. It's come to my attention that there are some people here whose worlds are quite a bit less magical than the one that myself and many others come from, and that these same people may wish to learn more about magic and the way that it works -- in Thedas, at least -- so that they can understand it, and perhaps shed some light on whatever magic it is keeping us here from a -- different perspective.

That being the case, I would like to open up the idea that I might perform a sort of lecture on the subject, to be hosted graciously by the organized magical study group here. I would like to get a good idea of who might be interested in such a thing, and just how much information people might be looking for. A single lecture is, of course, too short a time to do much more than graze the surface of magical theory, but for those more interested, I could certainly commit to a series.

[All right, maybe she's missed teaching. The lecturing was only a part of it, of course, but taking on magical students in this place was something she'd have to think on at least a little more unless she's prodded about it.]
henrydaniel: (✍ 29)
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[He's going to regret this. He already knows he's going to regret this. But he has questions, and he's not exactly sure who to go to. Not his moms, not...anyone who would tell his moms, probably? He's going to regret this.]

So. Hi, Wonderland. Good afternoon.

[Facepalm.]

I just...I had a question. So. Here it goes. My question.

How do you
I mean, when you want to know what or how, or
I mean


[Stop saying 'I mean,' Henry.]

Girls. Girls and the things that make them girls.
When do you get to see those things?


[Oh, man. He's going to have a panic attack over girls and boobs.]

I'm not trying to. I mean I just. How does anyone ever get to see them if you're also trying to be respectful?

[This is all Kenzi's fault.]
sorryitasedyou: (I want to change my mind)
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[ ooc: Darcy is blue, Fitz is red, and Jane is purple. ]


[ Darcy hadn’t really been spending a lot of time in either of the labs after this whole mess, not wanting to be around someone who was so good at getting under her skin it should’ve been an art form. But, even with everything that happened, she couldn’t stay away forever. Besides, she was helping Jane with the aether research while everyone else handed other Wonderland related things. You can’t just magnetize glitter and then ditch someone. Of course, maybe she wouldn’t have been saying that if she’d known what was going to happen.

Which is what brings her to addressing the network with a slight look of panic, even if she’s trying to maintain her cool. For those in the know, she’s not fighting with Fitz right now, so… Progress? ]


Houston, we have a problem. Slight complication in the lab, may turn into a much bigger issue depending on how this goes. [ Despite her best attempts to play nice, it’s hard to not shoot Fitz a dirty look and let her tone take a turn to the salty side. And though her sass levels are reaching critical mass, the offscreen brogue that replies doesn’t rise to the prodding. He’s softspoken and quick instead, because there is literally no time for this. ]

The area of effect seems to be a column in shape. Rooms along the fifty-two block might want to strongly consider evacuation.

Darcy, do you have a hairpin?


Yeah, for once. And just for a little clarification on that, we’re on the fourth floor. So if you’re around this area either below or above, it might not be a bad idea to listen to him. [ Considering she normally wore her hair down, it was rare for her to have much of anything on her. But, a few things had changed over the past weeks - including her wearing her glasses more often than contacts and her hair pulled back. She removes the one that had been keeping some of the shorter strands out of her face, quickly handing it over before returning her attention to the small device in her other hand. Guess who’s really trying to not draw attention to the fact that they’d agreed on something and she actually said the words listen to him. ] Something happened that set the aether off. We’re trying to keep it from damaging anything other than the lab, but it kind of has a mind of its own. [ She gives look offscreen to check to see if she actually has time to explain or if she needs to just ask people to trust her on this one with a promise for answers if they survive it. ] It turns things into dark matter. There was a convergence back home that opened up weird portals and then Dark Elves tried to plunge the universe into darkness using it and -- It’s bad news bears. [ Less ramble, more to the point. She can do this. ]

While you talk to the rest of them, could you apply pressure to this piece? I’m running out of ways to complete this circuit.

[ For much of the remaining feed, Darcy’s face is lit with a tint that alternates between blue and red. It might be best not to ask. It tends to be a good rule of thumb that if Darcy’s not questioning something, it’s either because she trusts the other person or the situation is just starting to head in that bad of a direction that there’s no time. ] Yeah, I -- [ She complies with the request before looking back to check on Jane, not expecting an interruption. ]

Darcy. [ Jane's seated, weary as evidenced by her slouch. The camera pans slightly to show her as Darcy’s full attention is turned with her name. Jane’s eyes shine unnaturally as she looks up, the still flashing red and blue lights not helping at all. ] It's happening again-- get down!

[ The camera still has Jane somewhat in view, Darcy no longer paying attention to keeping it on any one point. Red tint envelops the feed, the atmosphere around the trio cloying with the unnatural hue of the aether spreading its influence against Wonderland's magic and rippling outward through the mansion. Darcy doesn’t hesitate to grab Fitz and hit the ground, hoping whatever he’d been working on helps in keeping this from destroying a solid chunk of the mansion. Objects seem to turn at random to dark matter. The stool beneath Jane seems to dissipate into nothing, as do various pieces of equipment and assorted belongings around them. Sensors and alarms ring out through the lab, electronic panic ineffectual against the power of the infinity stone at work. And that’s when the feed cuts, suddenly and almost violently. ]


[ ooc: For those who are canon blind, here’s a handy dandy link about the aether. If you’d like your character/your character’s objects or room to be hit by a bad bout of dark matter, feel free. It’s totally up to you on how much or how little or maybe even not at all. This will be affecting floors 3, 4, and 5 for dark matter shenanigans per mod approval. Action is welcome to come to the lab afterwards. Please specify if you want a particular char response, otherwise one or all will respond. ]
ttlynotabloodmage: (you'll help me right?)
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[There's no warning what's going on before the video starts, just a flash of bright light and violent motion as the recording device shoots across the room and bounces off a wall, landing to give a tilted view of Jowan's room. It's not a particularly interesting room, nearly as stark and empty as they all start out when claimed, although it does now feature a small fire burning merrily in the corner. Not in a fireplace, which is probably why it's starting to spread quite alarmingly, but it definitely brightens the place up.

It's also probably the reason why Jowan is panicking just a little.]
That wasn't supposed to happen!

[He stands at the edge of what the device is recording of the room and looks largely uncertain, glancing around the room for an idea of what to do before swallowing hard and taking a step forward, brow furrowing as he extends his hands and frost leaves his fingertips. The flames crackle loudly at the ice and Jowan closes his eyes, pushing more power into the spell until a sheet of ice surges forward suddenly, dousing the flames and leaving a good chunk of the room covered in ice. But at least there's no fire any more, right?]

I don't understand what went wrong! It shouldn't be this difficult. [He wanders over to nudge the ice with a toe and sigh heavily.] Why does this always end up happening to me?
mulletrock: (norm: woahk)
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Awesome.

[When the camera pans around at first all you see is jeans and boots before he's got it up and focused on his face. Dean flashes the receiver an unimpressed look, whatever this was he didn't want to be in on the joke.]

As far as abduction sequences go, the digs are nice. I'll give you that. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but I so don't do Stockholm.

[Zachariah might want him to sign up and put his body on layaway for the apocalypse but he didn't have any plans to go belly up. As far as he was concerned, there was still a shot, and he'd only consent to Michael if he didn't have any other choice. He was a lot of things, but letting someone else do his dirty work wasn't his style.]

Whatever sick twisted things you had planned, I don't go that way. ...No matter what you've heard.

[Dean takes a minute to scratch the side of his cheek, and then sets his jaw and squares his shoulders. The usual off-the-cuff sarcasm is still as confident as ever, but he's over the showmanship. Broadcasting wasn't his bag.]

And anybody else that wants to feed me another line of crap about mirrors and royalty, don't waste your time. The creep I'm looking for has Fifty Shades of Douche written all over him.
voiceinthedark: (Breaking)
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Action
[Light falls onto his closed eyes. That isn't right. God, oh god, where is he? He waits for it, for the all consuming hunger to overtake him, for the death rattle cough that the dead have, but it's the third day and he's still waiting, swears he can feel the tickle at the back of his throat, but he's at the point where he just hopes someone shoots him point blank, ends it all.

The bites hurt. He keeps scratching at them. The blood is dry by now but they still itch, he can still feel them everywhere he got bitten.

And he still wouldn't change it, not when Sara, when his baby was in trouble.

But there's light now. He hasn't seen light since he'd shut himself in the bin, made sure he wasn't a danger to anyone. Maybe he's dead? Maybe there really is a heaven and he's going to look properly and see pearly gates and all that stuff. It'd be a bit embarrassing honestly.

Except it's a pretty rubbish heaven if he's still covered in zombie bites so maybe someone just opened the top of the bin.

He should actually look shouldn't he?

He opens his eyes finally, sees flawless blue sky. When he turns his head, he sees green. A hedge. And just beyond that the peaked roof of-]


Fuck.

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Action: Some time later
[Sam has rarely looked this pale and hurt, even last time he vanished and returned covered in bruises. There's a nasty looking bite mark just visible on his neck, and not the fun kind of bite either. It looks like someone (something) tried to take a chunk out of him.

He looks exhausted and wrung out and even his smile doesn't last for long.]


Hey. Guess who's back. Yay. I'm sure you're all waving flags and ready to throw me a party.

Um... if anyone wants a drink I wouldn't object. Apocalypse Survivor's Club and all.

I'm sorry to anyone who was worried.

[He looks like he's going to say something else, but then just switches off the video]
heroica: (you can call it what you want)
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action under the cut )

[ It's many hours after she arrives in the gardens that Robyn remembers the network, that she thinks to pick up her device and to send out a message. She's freshly washed and no longer dressed for a fight, but when she does show her face, there's something distinctly different about it. Where she had just a week earlier seemed a little more the overeager girl, today she seems a great deal more Grey Warden than anything. ]

Greetings. [ Robyn speaks, tone crisp and polite, but almost distant, as if she's mentally somewhere else all throughout. ] I'm sorry if I... worried anyone. I've been told that I've only been gone a week, but as I suspect many of you know from experience, it was a little longer than that where I was.

[ She pauses, then scoffs faintly, shaking her head. ]

Well... to be honest, I couldn't say how much time passed. Maybe it wasn't so long after all. It felt like... ages.

[ Considering all that happened in Denerim with Howe, Loghain, the Landsmeet, and... the battle to follow. ]

I've come back unharmed. [ In case anyone had seen her earlier and was concerned about the amount of blood she'd been wearing. ] And... I hope the week has been kind.

[ Considering just before she'd left they had been tempted down into the Deep Roads, it's only fair that Wonderland let the lot of them off the hook every once in a while.

Robyn seems as if she's about too end the call, but she hesitates as something seems to come to mind. ]


Has... anyone seen my dog? I can only imagine what he may have been up to in the meantime...


( ooc ; feel free to encounter her during the action portion at any point in her return! )
punful: (what you got a bone to pick with me?)
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[Sans is at his hotdog stand again, because he's basically always there when he's not in his room.]

hey, so. apparently frisk's birthday is sometime in may.

so we should do something about that, right?


[Sans's kitten 4, who is looking a little bit bigger, climbs up onto his skull but he barely seems to notice.]

not too sure what human birthdays are like, though. i figure there's probably cake, and, uh...beyond that i'm not sure. not even sure what frisk would like.

[The kitten starts trying to stuff its paws into Sans's eyesockets so he reaches up and tugs him off his head. 4 yodels a little but settles down when Sans stuffs him into the hood of his hoodie.]

anyway, i'm not exactly a planner. but i figure if everyone pitched in we could actually come up with something half-decent. do something nice for the kid, yanno? might help make up for...all that stuff.

[4 climbs up onto Sans's head again and sits there loaf-style.]

that reminds me, though.

next time some nastiness shows up, and you know it's from your world? maybe warn people. yanno, as a courtesy. if you have some kind of special knowledge about an event, isn't it your responsibility to share it with people? so they don't go poking at stuff that could kill them?

just a thought.
nascensibility: but will break ur neck (cute as heck)
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[After months of attempted planning (most of which was frequently cast to the wayside in favour of dealing with whatever fresh Hell decided to make itself known to them all) Evelyn has come to the conclusion that there will never be a "Good Time," and has therefore decided that with that being the case, it is simply easier to set what she likes, when she likes.

This is all a very runabout way of saying that Evelyn has politely asked the Mansion - which, as we all now know, is practically sentient - to deliver the following invitation to everyone's door:
]



[Intangible* attachments have also been forwarded to each resident, supplemented by the following transmission:]

I'm holding a fête this Friday evening - there isn't a particular time for required attendance, it should be ongoing for several hours after dinner - and I should like as many parties as available to come. It is themed, as there are a number of us here from time periods before 1950, so appropriate attire is encouraged, but not mandated.

[This is in part due to a withering homesickness that Wonderland itself has been unable to satisfy.]

Kindly respond if you do plan to join, and I hope to see you all on Friday.




[*Evelyn is having a difficult time remembering to call them "digital."]

⎊ [Video]

May. 1st, 2016 08:07 am
narcissistictendencies: (You're on the list?)
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[The feed opens to Tony's form from about the waist up. His sleeves are rolled up and his left arm is covered in burns that look to be about a week old. He's holding a strange device about eight inches long. It's encased entirely in a shell and seems to have a small domed sensor on top.]

I just wanted to say, if you start seeing these around, it's not a tiny alien invasion, they're sensors. I'm setting them around key locations in the hopes of finding a way to predict these event things. In light of the most recent catastrophe, I think it's only a reasonable step towards surviving something like that again. There has to be something preceding these things, right? Like a low-pressure system before a storm. We get a warning, sure. Sometimes, anyway? Maybe, if we can figure out what causes them or where they're coming from, we can delay or stop them?

[It's... all he's got, okay? He hates feeling like he isn't in control and he hates that people die because of it, even more.]

I'm... [He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, the beginnings of a sleepless headache coming on.] officially out of retirement. Hold the "I told you so"s. You know who you are.

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