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[The broadcast begins with a jolt, the image certainly showing that the device is laying crooked, lower than the man in them, and likely not even noticed.

The room looks like a cross between woodland cottage and a mad scientist's lab with cluttered work spaces and a bed pushed into one corner, and a curtain seemingly leading off to a second room. The image of a man scurrying about is seen, his waistcoat mustard colored and his sleeves rolled up. Glimpses of his face might show that his cheeks are red and his hair in a wild tousled state.

His attention though is on anything but the device.]


Nono! Not that. No! He isn't for you to play with!

[Scurrying after something that darts past the camera, the rich, desert-y tan of its fur brushing the device. A moment later Newt rushes by after them.]

Please, come here. I need to... figure out what you even are! Yes, Andy, I know. I wasn't asking for random creatures. I asked for a kneazle.

[Not that Andy speaks, being a pyjak, but Newt has taken to talking to the beastie while doing many of the things he does around his room. Including chasing after someone or something that definitely isn't Andy, since the pyjak has picked up the device and is playing with it now, showing many other images.

Including the teal colored stick bug clinging to Newt's back, and a small, rich reddish brown creature that is racing in circles around the bed, trying to avoid the tan colored creature.

It is in that moment that Newt notices what his pyjak is holding and he groans.]


Oh Merlin's bloody beard. Turn that off.

[Spoiler: Andy doesn't.]
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(It starts much the same as it did before, with the arrival of a Geth in the garden.

People will get some pretty decent video footage of a strange robot poking around the garden, being surprisingly gentle with the plants. They hadn't expected to see a garden-or anything else-ever again. They are reminded of the organic concept of 'afterlife'. Is this the same?

Perhaps they will encounter the Geth that had been lost. It would be ...good to see them again.

Then they spot the journal. To those who witnessed their first arrival in wonderland, their actions may seem strangely similar: the moment they realize the journal is recording, they click off the feed.

This time, they do not immediately send a text.)
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[Everyone's memories were so intriguing. It was kind of nice to get a glimpse into each world, though at some expense great or small, whatever that expense was. Minato thought he wouldn't have the opportunity to visit all of the worlds out there, so he did have to thank Wonderland for giving him that chance. Maybe one positive out of being here was that for all the events, if some individuals didn't remember something from it, then there had to be someone else who would.

It did give him an idea too, a small one that he could work with. He just wanted to give it a try, to see if he could also get reacquainted with his own Personas that he didn't have with him now. The most important reason though was to see if he could try to know more people too, as if too to make up for the Social Links, relationships with people that he should have here. It'd be a good test for him.

His current backdrop were the stacks in the Library as he sat at a table with books all around, those that were open displaying pictures of mythological deities and supernatural creatures, maybe a few historical figures as well.]


Use three words to describe yourself, and I'll try to match you with a Persona.

text;

Aug. 9th, 2017 10:47 am
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[Today, Naoki has opted for text. Not for any particular reason, other than that it reminds him of using his phone back at home, and he kind of likes that nostalgic feeling.]

It seems like we talk a lot about what we had at home that we don't have here. But what's something you have here that you don't have at home?

And I mean something good, not something like "here we have terrible events that try to kill us and we don't have that at home."

For me, the thing we have here that I don't have at home is night.
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[ If Robyn has thoughts about their recent trip to a bizarre other universe, those thoughts aren't made clear. ... What is clear, though, is that something is bothering her, though she won't disclose that information, either... save for a few people. ]

Good morning. [ Just another day in Wonderland, though there is decidedly something missing. ] ... I realize that just a few weeks from today will mark my having been here for two years. It's a little premature, and I don't think it warrants... much acknowledgment, or - Maker, celebration - [ Her relationship with Wonderland is "It's Complicated," okay? ] But it did make me think of what I had wanted to accomplish here. Or, rather, how I wanted to spend my time.

[ There's a little sigh and the Warden tucks a loose braid behind her ear. ]

I took up some practice with a longbow and sword, but I think my tutors have gone. [ She's out of practice, anyway. ] It makes me think, though, that there are other things that I could learn with the time that I have. I wanted to take up an instrument, if anyone is willing to share what they know with a new student.

[ Robyn offers a fleeting smile and tries very hard to sustain it. ]

I can offer a bit of my own knowledge in return. ... Oh, and, I wanted to get back into the habit of riding, so if there are any others who might like to take the horses out every once in a while, please do get in touch.

[ With that (and with something like a discontented expression), she ends the call. Soon after, Robyn sends out a few private messages: ]


[ private to anders, cullen, hawke, and nathaniel: ]

Leliana has gone, I think. If any of you see her, then I hope you'll correct me.
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[Ahem, ahem. A boy with a shock of bleached hair clears his throat, fidgeting around in his seat in search of a comfortable position public speaking doesn't afford. Some of you might recognize him from his ill-fated adventure in the forest (and others from more ill-fated adventures in flirting) but fortunately today's message isn't half so dire.]

Hey, so, anybody wants to come, we're doin' a thing down by the stream Wednesday night. Nothin' fancy, just a few people.

We're havin' our own lantern ceremony. Like a, uhh, dedication thing for people who've passed on. People you're thinkin' about, stuff you're prayin' for. Shit like that. It's tradition back home, but everyone's gotta have stuff worth commemoratin', I figure. So! Everyone's welcome, even if it's not your custom.

[It's then the boy sighs and lifts a rectangular shape into view that was resting out of sight by his feet. It's a paper lantern, beautifully hand-painted in a koi pattern that makes the fish seem alive, as though they're swimming along the folds of the paper.]

I told him to keep it simple. [Damn it, this is not simple, Yusuke.] You don't gotta go overboard like... this.

[He looks awkward holding the thing, eyebrows pinched exasperatedly, and finally just sighs.]

What you do is take a lantern like this, write your prayer or message or whatever, then light a candle inside and float it on the water. That's how it works. The light's supposed to guide spirits--or that's how the official story goes, anyways.

If you wanna join in and take one of these puppies for a spin, that's where we'll be. That's all I got to say, so... thanks? Maybe I'll see some of you there.

(OOC: And you can find the mingle log for the 12th up here! Be there or be square. Or be square and come anyway, we don't discriminate.)
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[Souji is, surprise surprise, in the di-- Actually, this time he's in the kitchen. For a change of pace. He's got the device propped up on something so that he can talk at it hands free. Sitting in front of him is a piece of the rainbowiest rainbow cake a person could possibly make.]

Today is my sixth anniversary.

[He nudges the cake a little toward the camera.]

So I made cake. There's plenty of it, so I'll leave it here in the kitchen in case any one wants to have some.

[With a smile that seems quite tired, he shifts the cake to one side, and glances after it. With his gaze still cast away from the camera, he asks:]

How long have you been here? Do you want to go home? [He looks back at the camera again, his expression more thoughtful than tired now.] I'm kind of...doubting myself in that regard.
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So, um.

[ This time around, John's a bit more prepared to address a network. He's set himself up a little studio area in the corner of his room and his phone's mounted to record him hands-free. ]

Heard from a coupla people that I wasn't real consistent 'bout takin' care of myself— [ the last time he was here. ] —historically speakin'. And I got to thinkin' 'bout that some three or four days ago, when I realized there was a whole day where I just sat 'round my room feelin' like crap, eatin' like I did when I was a teenager, stinkin' like a fool 'cause I needed a dang shower, but I was not feelin' it.

And you know what? Those people were right. Realized that. Once in a while — maybe more'n I'd like to admit — I totally forget I gotta maintain me.

[ He shifts in his chair and digs a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it and holding it up for the camera. It's pretty short and sweet: "Drink water. Sleep. Shower. Help someone. Exercise. Eat. Socialize. Smile. Relax. Forgive." ]

Made myself a little list, been tryin' it for a coupla days, and if I do six or seven things off this list every day, then I'm callin' it a success.

[ John sets the list aside. If anyone wants a copy, he's provided an attachment. ]

Now I'm curious, wonderin' what sorta things you guys find yourself forgettin' now that you're here. Your lists look like mine? Or is it totally diff'rent? And what're we all missin' that oughta be on everyone's lists?
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I thought this would be of use for those unaware of the story - and there do seem to be a lot of you. (No judgement. Or not much anyway.

He begins to read, beginning with Chapter One - Down the Rabbit-Hole. Chapter Two - The Pool of Tears, Chapter Three - A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale, Chapter Four - The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill, Chapter Five - Advice from a Caterpillar, Chapter Six - Pig and Pepper, Chapter Seven - A Mad Tea-Party, Chapter Eight - The Queen's Croquet-Ground, Chapter Nine - The Mock Turtle's Story, Chapter Ten - The Lobster Quadrille, Chapter Eleven - Who Stole the Tarts? and Chapter Twelve - Alice's Evidence follow. When Ciel finishes, he closes the book in his lap and smiles thinly, without humor.)


I cannot say any of it offers comfort or insight, but it is a beginning to those who are new and those who are unaware that Wonderland is, indeed, a story first and foremost.
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How's everyone enjoying another day of this fine incursion?

[Sarcasm: learn it, live it, love it.]

I'm writing in regards to the Mirrors as if they're not already the hot topic issue around here, but don't worry, it's not another warning about a murder-happy lunatic on the loose. I'd like to ask for a favor. Or maybe more like a citizen's arrest? If you happen to see a blond man with a dead look in his eyes and a sun symbol stamped on his forehead, that would be mine. I've attached a handy picture for your reference.

Be a dear and kick him back to his side should you see him, all right? He probably won't run or do more than bore you to death, but if he's here that means I'm there, and my skills aren't much good on the other side of the glass.

Pretty please and thank you! :)

- Anders
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(A well-dressed, ever-so-slightly scarred English boyEarl is sitting behind a desk, a set of neatly written notes piled neatly at one end. Before him there is a layout of "Wonderland" as best as he can calculate the rooms and proportions - as things seem to like changing. His lips twitch unhappily and he leans back, stubbornly resolved.)

These events...

How can there be absolutely no trace of them? Is the lack of evidence meant to drive us into madness?

(His one visible eye - an almost perfect sapphire blue - narrows in suspicion.)

I am late in introducing myself formerly: I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive. I call England home usually. (As if that isn't painfully apparent with his British accent.) But it seems I have fallen down the Rabbit Hole...

Will I be seeing the Red Queen next? How about the Mad Hatter?
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 [HERE'S PERIDOT, looking like a kid in a candy store at this point, she's got her face pressed to her omnitool for a brief moment before she adjusts the screen enough so that it's not a close-up of her pores- if she had pores- and shows more of her head, and, more importantly, the hustle and bustle of the strip behind her.]

Wonderland Log #3. 

We're in the middle of a new event, one that seems to be rather... recreational in nature. At first I was apprehensive. Wonderland rarely puts us in events that are meant strictly for our own enjoyment, but after careful analysis, it does appear to be exactly what it is- a, as Earth ones say, vacation

[her voice rises in excitement]
And since my defection, I have never been farther than the Earth's moon. I can only imagine how amazing the rest of the universe is when I'm not viewing it through Homeworld's lens! This is going to be great! 

But fear not, my fellow victims to Wonderland's machinations. I know the wider galaxy is a vast mystery to Earthlings, so I'll be happy to act as an interpreter and guide. It may not be a system I'm familiar with, but heh. If you've seen one space hub, you've seen-

[Peridot's eyes track something on her left and she lets out a gasp of delight.] Oh my stars, what is that? Those are the most amazing shirts I've ever seen. The appearance modifiers here are so streamlined and elegant.  I must have them.

[and the feed clicks off, mid-log while Peridot rushes to a clothing store to indulge her inner fashionista.]
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(The robot in this feed is probably recognizable, if only because they regularly post to the network. They're chattering, headflaps flicking in a manner that may possibly indicate excitement.)

Greetings, we are Legion, a terminal of the Geth.

This location is from our universe. We are willing to provide assistance as needed.
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[The camera comes on to Shepard actually using her original network device for once, having it propped up on her desk with her rather futuristic room in full display. Behind her, her armor stands in a display case, and the room is primarily lit by a dim bedside light and the glow of her fishtank.]

Alright. So in the last couple of months, I've gotten a bunch of people trying to pick my brain about my world. I've been here about a year, and it's pretty safe to say most people around here are from the 21st century. Thing is, back home, it's 2187.

[She looks pretty smug about all this, honestly, and she kicks back, moving her left arm into view and kicking her omni-tool to life, the orange light coming from it further illuminating her face.]

I grew up on a human colony on the opposite side of the Milky Way from Earth. I've been in humanity's military for more than 10 years and I've been to most star systems in this galaxy at least once. Consider this an AMA for living in space. No question too stupid. I'll only veto stuff if I don't know the answer, or it's too personal.

[She gives the camera a mock salute and a smile.]

Ask away, Wonderland. Be as starstruck as you want.

[And with that, she cuts the feed.]
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[It's dark on the grounds--it ought to be since it's just a bit before midnight--but that isn't much of a problem for Naoki. He's giving off a soft teal glow that makes it hard to make out his features and expression.

He rocks on his feet before climbing up on the edge of the fountain and balancing there, hands out at his sides. Standing still is hard for him. He's not looking at the feed, which wavers as he holds it in one hand, but he knows it's recording and addresses the network.]


What do you do when you can't sleep?

( voice )

Mar. 8th, 2017 07:10 pm
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You could be happy here. Having anything you desire, or being given a second chance. You could be happy, or at least not faulted for wanting to believe the dream. Dreams can be powerful, or quickly become a nightmare.

( Three guesses as to what Leliana's considering and the first two are probably correct. She knows that this is not in fact the Fade but it's the closest base of reference that she has -- somewhere that isn't quite real, where magic is more powerful than you would believe, dreams, desires. Demons. There is some influence here, and something else -- what else would want them captive? )

It would be more unsettling if we are simply left to our happiness. They take memories, feeding from us. Is that power only to feed what they do or is there more to it? What else will come, even if some have been waiting for so long?

( Perhaps some of the memories were not powerful enough, only giving a fraction of the power another memory did. Was it happiness or sadness, perhaps fear or anger? )

Would you give up something to keep this happiness going, or does fear of what may come stop that?
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[This kid's been busy, it turns out. Very busy. It's Valentine's Day, as most everyone is in all likelihood well aware, and for the first few moments of the broadcast, they appear to be quite busy with something, tongue stuck between their teeth, brow furrowed with concentration.

Eventually they glance up, however, and hold up a simple heart cut out of red construction paper. They appear to have been in the process of drawing myriad swirls along the edges. They were going for something reminiscent of a lace pattern, but results are...inconclusive.]


If anyone needs valentines, I made... [A brief pause, and they duck out of sight, only to return with an armful of hearts of every color in the rainbow.] I, um, I have a lot extra.

[But that's just the first purpose of their broadcast. The second is something they've been hard at work on for some time. A combination of careful observation, idle speculation, and wheedling questions has yielded some interesting results, and it's about time those were documented.]

And there's something else, too.

[For a brief moment, they form a fingergun with their free hand, one maroon eye winking shut in a gesture that was, in all likelihood, meant to emerge as flirtatious but simply ends up comically overexaggerated. And then...then they upload the file.]


OFFICIAL WONDERLAND COUPLES

TORIEL + MISS SHEPARD = MOM SQUAD
JAMES + LILY = HAPPILY MARRIED
ALPHYS + UNDYNE = FISHY LOVE
METTATON + CARDBOARD CUTOUT OF HIMSELF = LOVE YOURSELF
QUEEN OF HEARTS + FINDING SOME CHILL = FROZEN HEART
DUCHESS + HER HEAD = BUSY NECKING
ALPHYS + STANFORD PINES = CHEMISTRY TOGETHER
HENRY MILLS + MABEL PINES = FAIRY TALES DO COME TRUE
SANS + A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP = SWEET DREAMING
KURT WELLER + JANE DOE = FORGOTTEN LOVE
FRISK + EVERYONE = THE FRIEND ZONE
ELENA GILBERT + DAMON SALVATORE = EPIC LOVE STORY
QUEEN OF HEARTS + THE DUCHESS = FEEL THE TENSION
BONNIE BENNETT + PETER PARKER = YOLKING AROUND
DIPPER PINES + CLEMENTINE = UNDEAD MYSTERIES
SARAH WELLER + RAY PALMER = SWEET SCIENCE

[And yes, they will very much be monitoring any and all chatter that goes on within, so they may update their couples list accordingly. Go hog wild, Wonderland.]
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[It was a bit of a challenge to find where the Music Room was sometimes. Minato thought maybe he should just somehow mark the door with a sign or something and check for it when the Mansion decided to relocate said Music Room somewhere else. It only decided to shift places on one floor, luckily, and didn't migrate to any other floor, from what he could tell.

But now here he was. He needed to start practicing here more often (when events weren't in the way), make a routine of sorts instead of just practicing in his room. Plus he wanted to be here, especially after the last event.

The camera of the comm device showed Minato opening his violin case, removing the violin that was a bit worn but well-loved along with its bow. Soon, the sound of this tune streamed over the network.

When he was finished, he lowered the instrument. He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something though it wasn't visible.]


Again? ... Right, I need more practice.

[He smiled again, then nodded.]

I could take requests. ... But you want me to teach? I'm not so sure.

[He really did more practice before he could or should teach anyone how to play the violin. But teaching meant sharing what he knew and testing himself. He could try? There was a certain Master of Strings he didn't want to let down.]
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[personal profile] mr_englishguy
[It would seem this time that Newt was doing a bit better with his device. For one it was right side up, and his face was centered on the monitor. That he looked a bit sheepish was not entirely new.]

Greetings? Hello? I am still not certain just how one addresses this screen. I'm hoping to find someone. During the recent incident with the water, I regretfully, it would seem, I'm not even sure I still believe this, but it would seem I died. Drowned, actually.

One of you though was kind of enough to relocate my body to a dry room. I would like to find this person. So if anyone remembers finding a man with a bag of supplies and this in hand...

[He holds up his wand.]

Please come forward?

That said, I don't think I ran across many when I was charmed, looking a bit like a shark, but if I did and I scared anyone, I apologize.
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[personal profile] heroica
I thought that I was through with... strange dreams. [ Robyn Cousland smiles thinly, clearly as happy about what transpired in and around the pyramid as most of the others. ] But... those weren't dreams, exactly, were they? And... neither were they real.

[ She certainly isn't Neriah of the Second Blight's Wardens, that's for sure. ]

That desert - I've never seen anything like it. Those... [ She pauses, frowning slightly, thinking of the pyramids. ] The structures, where we took refuge. If you came from a similar world, could you tell me what they are?

[ There was a kind of haunting sadness to the place. And just haunting in general. ]

I'm still finding sand in my hair. [ Robyn concludes, chuckling. ]

video;

Dec. 12th, 2016 06:45 pm
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[personal profile] cryogene
[The video clicks on and off a few times until Elsa's face is finally visible. Even though it's night, it's easy to make out that she's outside and in the gardens. The area has been blasted with ice, and Elsa looks like she's about to panic. She's been here for hours now and can't find her sister. Going through one portal into another world without her sister has set her off, and her recently practiced control has slipped. She's furious to be kept away from Anna once again, and the thick ice blanketing the fountain, ground, and flowers shows that.]

I've had experience with magical talking devices like this before. There isn't an Emma button on this one, but I know someone will be able to hear me.

[Her emotion builds and the ice spreads out further, crackling beneath her feet.]

I'm looking for my sister. Anna, where is she? She should have stepped through the portal here moments after I did. I've been here for hours and haven't seen her. We were just reunited after thirty years apart, and I can't lose her again.

[She knows enough now to not freeze over the mansion and threaten everyone inside, but she will need some answers before she can control her emotions and call the ice away.]

[ooc: This is open to network responses and action!]

Video

Dec. 11th, 2016 03:35 pm
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[ If anyone has been on the grounds for the past few weeks they would have noticed the shooting range has been under construction. Clint had gotten tired of it looking like the next arrow he shot was going to knock then entire facility down- plus any reason to keep busy and not think about one best friend assassin that had disappeared was good enough for him. Robyn and Nathaniel had stopped by to lend a hand but Clint was down there almost non-stop getting it ready.

And he was pretty proud of how it turned out.

It was reason enough for him to open up a video feed, panning over the range before he propped the phone up on the table he was sitting at so people could see his face.
]

What's up Wonderland? I'm sitting here in the new and improved shooting range. The last one looked like a strong wind was going to knock it down so I made some adjustments, some improvements and its now open for all you shooting needs.

[ He panned the camera over to a clipboard that was tacked up to the wall. ]

I've also added a sign up sheet for anyone who is interested in teaching and anyone interested in learning. Normal rules apply, don't do anything stupid, you're responsible for your own actions here. And please if you have never used a bow or a firearm sign up and learn before you shoot your eye out, or someone else's.

[ He gives the camera a stern look. He's watching you all.]

I'll be down here for a while if anyone wants to start now.

[ With that the video cuts out and Clint goes back to target practice. ]



[ OOC: Please note I added instructor signups to the shooting range post I linked. I figured it was a good place for people to be able to look and see who is teaching in case they wanna contact the player. ]
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[Naoki had considered using audio only for this message, but then decided to just go with video. There was no reason to hide his appearance on the network, since anyone who ran into him during everyday life was going to notice the markings and the horn and the fangs anyway.

He's in the library, crouched on a chair rather than sitting on it. He's looking around as he starts to speak, but looks back at the camera after a moment.]


Someone told me there might be some librarian types around Wonderland. Or at least some people who know the library really well. There's a book from my world that I want to find, and I haven't had any luck so far.

[He shifts his weight, his expression turning pensive, and is silent for several seconds. Whatever he's thinking about, he makes his decision, gives a slight nod, and speaks again.]

Everyone here is okay with demons, right?

[He's been testing the waters on this one so far, just seeing how people react to his appearance, and now seems like as good a time as any to just ask that outright.]
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 (They have researched the chemical workings, and they have experienced existence as an organic. And yet, this knowledge is insufficient.)

What is the significance of emotion?

(Why do they have them? Why are they so different without them? Their time in Quor'toth weighs on them. They do not understand.)
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[personal profile] deathlessness
[The ambient sounds of Lux Deux is prominent in the background as the feed starts up again, and for a long time it is the only sound aside from the clink of the glass being moved against the bar while Freya tries to get her words in order. She’s ascertained from her siblings at this point that she’s been gone far longer than would be considered “normal” for Wonderland – if there ever was such a thing.

She could simply announce that she’s returned and leave it at that, let those who wish to seek her out come find her, but that has never been her way, and while she doesn’t wish to talk about herself, she’s curious about something else.]


A question for you, Wonderland, though it is a rather specific one.

[Her words are slow and deliberate, likely indicating the amount she’s had to drink at this point – enough to dull the events of the last few months spent home, but not enough to make her sloppy – and the sound of her placing the glass back down on the bar can be heard before she continues.]

At this point, I’m sure we’re all aware of the … complications, involving those of us arriving from different points in the same timeline. For those of us who have come here and then learned of our future before actually going home to live through it, what do you think was worse? The speculation of what was to come, or the events themselves?

[There’s a small scrape as the glass is lifted again.]

Would you prefer to have remained ignorant, or do you feel at peace having lived the truth for yourself?

[And she’ll have the device with her to answer replies, though if you would prefer to visit her in person, she would not say no to company either. She’s probably going to be at the bar for a while.]

[audio]

Nov. 7th, 2016 06:24 pm
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[personal profile] theothermrgray
[Excuse the random audio post, but Dorian has something he needs to get off of his chest.]

Well... It seems my birthday is approaching once more.

[He hesitantly sighs.] It's very strange. Before I came to Wonderland, I was sure that at least three weeks had passed...

[Since the incident with one of his old friends. He dare not speak of it, not on the network, but the guilt is trickling back and he needs some excuse to feel it in front of all these perfect strangers. Anything.]

... I don't know. Should I ignore it this year or celebrate it twice? And if I do celebrate, how?

[OOC: Possible content warning for gore. Dorian won't bring it up himself, but he's going to be thinking about it.]
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[personal profile] slapfight
 [when the camera comes on, the world is treated to a close up of Peridot's face.]

So that event was a complete nightmare, like almost all of them, but something good did come out of it. Look!

[she pulls back the camera to showcase that her bodysuit now looks more like
this.] It's official! I'm a real Crystal Gem now. It took me a few days to decide how I wanted to reconfigure my appearance modifiers after my form was destabilized, but I think I have it just the way I want it.

[she's so excited that she doesn't seem to care that (a. barely anyone will know what she's talking about and (b. that her bodysuit didn't even change THAT MUCH.

in the middle of her preening, there's a chittering sound and a flutter of wings and Peridot looks up abruptly.]
....Oh that reminds me. 

[she moves the camera so it's pointing at a cluster of bats that are taking up residents in the rafters of her barn-room. she lowers her voice conspiratorially.] These weird featherless birds won't stop following me. [she turns the camera to face her again- extreme close up style] How do I make them go away? I've tried everything! I've even thrown rocks at them, and they just won't leave.
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[ Unlike her announcement of Leliana's departure, this one does not reveal her voice. It's only text, written word with the author's feelings left implied, and less verbose than last time, too. ]

Alistair has gone. His room is empty and his things have vanished. As his fellow Grey Warden, I thought it best to inform those who may have known him.

[ Leliana, Brennan, Dorian. Alistair, too, now. All of her closest friends in Wonderland seem to be steadily vanishing (and she hasn't heard of Bethany Hawke, yet, another one who would be regretfully added to the list). ]

He was exactly what a Warden should be. He was brave and kind and with a good heart.

[ Ridiculous jokes and all.

Soon after, she sends out one private message to Anders: ]


Anders,

Alistair left behind Purrlock. Do cats and mabari get along? Could you teach me how to take care of a kitten, if you have the time?

video;

Sep. 23rd, 2016 09:02 am
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[His conversation with Robyn's mirror has been troubling him. It was easier when he could simply imagine that they were all evil and somehow deserving of their fate. With her, though, and now he could only imagine others... he had seen someone bound into an existence that he could not have even wished on his worst enemy.

Even in his deepest moments of loathing for the Warden-Commander, he would have never wished her to carry the mark of the darkspawn taint for the rest of her days, unable to die of it.
]

Has anyone.. spoken to one of the mirrors, and not come up against what they expected?
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There are some things here that are limited.
We can only die a certain number of times before it changes.
Do you think there are any limits to anything else here?
How many people can come from your world.
How many times you can leave this place.
Or is it just that one?

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