watchthedetective: (omg no)
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warning: gore )

[Locked to clinic staff:]

DOA, obvious homicide, what do we do in these cases?

[Joan steps outside the room before getting on the phone, hoping not to disturb the entire network with a sight of the bloody scene. Something's obviously wrong, though- her eyes are wide, her face noticeably paler than usual.]

Has anyone been to the, uh, cafeteria yet?
watchthedetective: (worry)
[personal profile] watchthedetective
[Bad enough that Helen's gone, and Joan's not sure how to feel about that- glad that she's not trapped here anymore seems most reasonable, but when were feelings ever reasonable?- now there's another "crash" coming, and it sounds deeply unpleasant. Know what Joan could really do with around now?]

Does anyone want to come and talk?

[There's a room number- first floor, not being used for anything else- attached to it, the same as was used for the support group meeting. The first meeting? This time it's a lot more informal, but it's really the same thing, in the end. People need to talk about things. She needs to talk about things.]
smilethatbites: (a grin without a cat)
[personal profile] smilethatbites
No one is more secretive than a cat. And I would know, wouldn't I?

I also know, and so should you, that secrets are for keeping. But if you don't do as you're told, they'll be spilt, and unlike milk, no one's going to want to lick them up once they are.

After all, I'm certainly not sticking around for it.

[Cheshire Cat out.

It can easily be found around the Mansion, should anyone want to question it.]
alighthouse: (optimism)
[personal profile] alighthouse
[The video shows a nice day at the beach. The waves are lapping against the sand and the time of day is evening as the sun is going down. There isn’t only the beach to look at, though, because the camera turns to show a canvas on an easel with a painting on it.

The painting displays the sea, though it’s far more ominous than the sea in front of them right now. It looks like the sky in the painting is in the midst of a storm. The shoreline appears violent, and there is a lighthouse casting a beam of light into the darkness.]

I’ve finished it!

[Then the video shows Elizabeth smiling at you.]

It took over a month, but it’s finally done. Only, the person who asked for it isn’t here anymore. It was supposed to go to Balthazar. I’m afraid I’m not sure what to do with it now.
pig_and_pepper: ({ Flamingoes and mustard both bite. })
[personal profile] pig_and_pepper
[ A transmission, you see, must be like a song: Voice and instruments alike, playing its tune. Her instruments are the pans and pots, the clinking and clacking, the bubbling and boiling, the rustling of pages from the book of recipes in her hand. Truth be told, this particular song may be a little out of tune. ]

Mustard, custard, cream of eel. Salt and pepper, same old-- herrings?

[ Her eyes frantically dart across the pages- ] No, no, no! [ -searching line after line for the origin of this atrocity. ]

Here. 'Twas the wrong page in the right book, and you-- [ The Duchess turns sharply and glares, glares at-- at you. ] --could not even think to tell me sooner!

[ She rips page after page from her book, and stuffs them all into a big pot. ] Of course I'll start again, what choice do I have? But you had better do better this time!
whatseparates: (it's definitely something)
[personal profile] whatseparates
[Jack has left his communicator propped up on his pillow, which is the perfect position for it to switch on and catch him in the midst of...a somewhat odd activity.

He's standing with his back to the camera, nose about three inches from his floral wallpaper, with his fingertips placed very lightly against the surface. Every few seconds, he moves his hands, gliding his fingertips lightly to another spot and crooking his fingers slightly.

He tilts his head as if listening, then moves on. The whole process is very methodical, no spot untouched as he makes his way down the wall, and finally around the corner and on to the next.

What's he doing? Well, he recently had a conversation with a certain radio host, and he's curious about whether the mansion's walls are ticklish.

So far, he has not achieved any results.]
vitalityaura: nah it's cool I didn't want any new combos anyway (counter chance)
[personal profile] vitalityaura
Okay, so let's say someone got bitten by one of those hellhounds and then the bite got infected somehow.

Would that be really bad or just averagely bad?

[this is so totally a hypothetical question and not a real thing that happened because Elsword is a reckless moron, really]
breakthecurse: Smile - Charlie Chaplin (Even though it's breaking)
[personal profile] breakthecurse
U-Um, excuse me?

[Tohru appears on the screen, trying to look as professional as possible under the circumstances (though she does still seem very scared of everything that's happening).]

I just wanted to let everyone know that the diner is open as a shelter. It's the first room on the eighth floor, so if anybody on the upper floors is in trouble, please don't hesitate to stop by! I-It'll be much safer than trying to go all the way down the stairs while the hell hounds are here. So just, um, knock on the door and we'll move the barricade and let you inside!

Err, thank you very much for your attention.

[She bows, and then shuts off the camera.

Anyone who does use the diner as shelter will find that Tohru has (with great difficulty) pushed a couple of tables against the door, and she's poured a thick salt line around the barricade. She's also set up thick salt lines at the pantry and fridge, because they work like the closets, right? Can they get in through the closets? Tohru doesn't know, but she's not about to risk it. And just to be extra super safe, there's salt scattered all over the floor in both the dining room and the kitchen. There's also about five industrial-sized containers of salt by the door, so the line can be remade as people are let in and out, and blankets on all of the booth seats, if anyone needs to sleep there.

This is a big catch-all for everything happening in the diner over Day 2 and Day 3! Either prose or brackets is fine by me. Feel free to tag around with each other and stuff, and to assume that your character's been let inside already. ♥
paper_knight: (flier)
[personal profile] paper_knight
Attn: Wonderland residents


-Do NOT engage her!

-Do NOT approach the beach alone!!

-DO watch for RED LIGHT.

-DO carry a bright light--portable--at all times.

-I WILL provide further information ASAP. PLEASE BE SAFE.
alltheways: (You must run at least twice as fast)
[personal profile] alltheways
The worlds will crash again soon and it will be particularly unpleasant this time around. You have some time to prepare, but not much, so you must listen carefully.

On the third day from today, you will hear howls in the woods, but the creatures voice them will not approach until the following day.

The creatures that you'll face are powerful and tenacious, and will not stop pursuing their prey once they have a scent. But there are ways to hold them off! Salt will create a boundary they will have great difficulty crossing, and a well barricaded door may hold them off, though be careful not to trap yourself in a dead end.

Finally, a large enough explosion will destroy them, but be cautious. You don't want to catch yourself or any of your comrades in the blast.

In the future, I will see that you are warned sooner of crashes. For now, please use the time you have and survive. I believe in you.


Jul. 23rd, 2013 04:21 pm
you_dont_work_alone: (glance over)
[personal profile] you_dont_work_alone
[The network comes on to show a man’s face. His brow is creased with worry and he attempts a smile, though it’s not entirely successful.]

I understand we’re all trapped here. And this is.. Wonderland? Or so I’m told. I find that notion pretty ridiculous. No doubt we’re all being fooled. We just have to look at this logically to figure out how to get back home. I’m sure the parlor tricks here are very impressive, but we can’t honestly believe we’re being held here by magic, of all things.

Anyway, my name is John Watson. I was in the British Army and I’m a doctor. If anyone needs medical attention, let me know. I’ll do what I can to help.
curiousher: (Teacup)
[personal profile] curiousher
I have a question for all of you! It's come to me very suddenly, like a dream, or some sort of vision.

[And Alice sighs, as if trying to have that dream again. But it is gone, and she will just have to ask what she wants to ask instead.]

If you could be any you, who would you be? No restrictions or rules - if you could simply be someone new suddenly, which new you would you be? Would you do it? What if you had to; what would you pick then?

I think I'd want to be a Princess. It sounds lovely, doesn't it? Princess Alice. Really, it's much better than being a Queen. You get a very nice crown and you don't have to be so responsible all the time. That gets so tiring, you know!

[She would know, after all.]

So, who would you be, if you had to be someone else?
watchthedetective: (computerized)
[personal profile] watchthedetective
I know this place is hard to deal with at the best of times, and the past couple of events seem to have been especially bad. If anyone is interested in getting together in a group setting to discuss the things that have happened to them here and share knowledge, coping skills, and emotional support, please respond.

Private to Sherlock Holmes )

005 video;

Jun. 15th, 2013 01:19 am
absolutelynot: ({ i can't feel my senses)
[personal profile] absolutelynot
[ so the last few days have been... different, to say the least. she’d found one of the most important people in her life -- the most important person, not counting her father -- and now it seemed they were on that second week. like clockwork, dean had told her. it seemed he was correct in that.

for most of the weekend, she’ll be ignoring her shadow as best she can. so when she addresses the network, she’s aimed the camera away from from both shadows currently occupying the room and she looks a bit worn. ]

I know some of you are aware of his arrival but I wanted to make it clear to those of you who haven’t noticed: a friend and colleague of mine has arrived. His name is Dr. James Watson and I assure you all he is quite the gentleman.

Is he? Or is he humoring you?

[ she ignores that quip. ]

I would also like to apologize for any inconvenience or … difficulty any of you experienced upon his arrival.

What she means is, she’s sorry I was particularly difficult and would you please not hold it over my head as she’s particularly attached to it..

[ that comment comes from off camera, from James if anyone heard him arrive last week. ]

Yes, thank you, Darling. [ as if it weren’t already obvious that she’s seeing someone and who it is, she’s throwing a pointed look to someone off-camera. ] I believe I’ll be keeping a rather close eye on him. He seems to hail from a point in time very close to my own. [ people who know her and where she’d just come from at her arrival can give an accurate guess that she means the war. ]

You’re afraid, afraid of losing--

[ ignoring that voice that is no longer in the back of her head. she does raise her voice a little, as though to drown out that stupid shadow voice. ]

I do hope this event won’t be too treacherous for us all, though if you have need of me, you will certainly be able to contact me with relative ease.

[ she gives a firm nod at that and turns it off. ]

( ooc: tags may come from either or both ♥ )
eatsyourscience: (now and then)
[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Souji is outside when he flips the feed on, sitting in the grass. With the possibility of anyone meeting his Shadow, whom he's never even had to face despite this being a phenomenon from his world, he's gotten himself as far from the Mansion and other people as he can manage. The patches of dark and light green grass behind him attests to where he's fled to.

He opens his mouth, then glances down and to one side at a murmur from that direction. A few seconds later, he looks at the camera again and takes a deep breath.]

They're called Shadows.

[That might be an abrupt way to begin, but he figures everyone's aware of the Shadows' presence by now.]

They are you, so there's no point in arguing about it with them.

[He pauses for a minute, shifting away as that someone off screen tugs at his sleeve.]

All the Shadows I've met can become violent pretty easily. These ones don't seem like they're going to, from what I can tell, but everyone should be careful, just in case.

[The tugging on his sleeve becomes more persistent and a rare look of irritation crosses Souji's face before he shuts off the feed.]
doctorweevil: (ugh)
[personal profile] doctorweevil
[Owen's first thought when he wakes up next to his double is that it must be the mirror version of himself. The second thought is that yellow eyes really don't look good on him. His third thought-]

I know I'm narcissistic and all, but really, waking up in bed with myself is just too much. That's more of a Jack thing, don't you think? Put some clothes on, for fuck's sake. And maybe a pair of sunglasses.

You don't like yourself enough to shag yourself.

Don't be ridiculous. As you can see, I'm quite a superb specimen. I'm fit, I have an exhaustive daily skin care regimen, and I cut a nice figure in some tight trousers. Who wouldn't want to shag me?

Plenty of people want to sleep with you - but nobody wants to be with you for more than a night. And why would they?

[...Owen pauses while he dresses, staring blankly at his shadow. Oh, this is going to be fun.]

Cheery bastard, aren't you? Oh, bollocks, it's Friday, does that mean you're going to be around for another few days? Bloody brilliant.

And then you'll lose me, just like you've lost everyone else.

[His annoyed expression darkens suddenly. Snarking at himself is all well and good - he wouldn't expect any bizarre double of himself to not be sarcastic - but this is something entirely different. The other Owen is needling at all his weak points, and that...that's the biggest weak point of them all.]

Sod off.

[It's then that Owen notices the device recording, and he switches it off quickly, barely resisting the urge to throw it across the room.]

[OOC: This is a general catch-all post, feel free to reply via the network or bump into Owen anywhere around the mansion over the course of the weekend. you did not see this in the log comm first, I totally didn't change my mind or anything]

001 Video

Jun. 11th, 2013 10:41 pm
jamesholmes: (n. [the world])
[personal profile] jamesholmes
[The feed comes on to a man tied to a chair, or rather the upper part of his body showing his arms tied to the arms of it. Shirt unbuttoned, it shows some weird brass device on his chest and really he's not looking all with it but that may have as much to do with the location he's in (some random hallway) as it does the blood at the corner of his mouth and the way he's slumping in his chair.

And yeah, that bandage on his leg, but you can't see that exactly in the video as he squints down, staring.

When you said you were sending me to Berlin, I thought it'd be in something other then a chair. Really, John, I'd thought you'd be a bit more kind then that.

[The voice is clearly British and man, is he ever frustrated sounding.]

So would you kindly get back to things or are you going to leave me here to idly wonder when you'll grace me with your presence again?
builditstrong: (the truth)
[personal profile] builditstrong
[Kid isn't using video for once, and his voice comes across rather haggard, like he hasn't slept well.]

Anyone else run inta...unpleasant hallucinations durin' that event? Wakin' nightmares an' th' like?

Cause sure seems like someone was sprayin' poison 'round. Like Lungblossom.


Jun. 4th, 2013 10:08 pm
alighthouse: (blue eyes)
[personal profile] alighthouse
[The video turns on with the device sitting on a kitchen counter. Nothing is shown just yet, but soon enough a pair of oven mitts set down a piping hot pie in front of your face. The mitts are removed one at a time and the device is lifted to show Elizabeth looking pleased.]

Ladies and gentleman, this is the world's very first truffula fruit pie!

[The video is turned to show the pie again, since it deserves all the attention.]

I made it with the fruits Mr. Lorax introduced me to. Doesn't it look amazing?

[She is clearly excited by her creation.]

I made a bunch of them. There's still probably not enough for everyone in Wonderland, but maybe I can make more of them next time. Help yourself to a slice.
strangeboy: (I ain't tryna play)
[personal profile] strangeboy
[The feed clicks on to show D'Artagnan's face, cheerful and happy as always. He's been feeling pretty good lately, what with the influx of ladies who have been asking him to teach them things and do things with them. He thrives on feeling helpful, particularly to anyone who may be considered a damsel-- he has a hero complex, okay, don't hold it against him-- and this past week or so has definitely been a good one. For thriving, that is.

And today, he's feeling generous. If not a little cocky. He clears his throat and gives a nice little smile to the people of Wonderland.]

Since there's been some occasion for it already, I'd like to offer my services to those who desire them.

[Not those kind of services.]

I'm exceptionally skilled at sword fighting, and horseback riding. If you require a sparring partner, or an instructor, I'd be more than happy to oblige. The same goes for riding. There are a number of trails through the forest and I could also teach you to ride.

My name's D'Artagnan, and you can find me on the seventh floor, if you're interested in either. Thank you.

[And he gives one more smile before the feed clicks off.]
whatseparates: (are you a troubled one?)
[personal profile] whatseparates
[It's a bit of a delayed reaction; in fact, Jack's taken a couple of weeks to acknowledge what happened with the door, but he's here now--maskless and composed, if still a little shy--to demonstrate that he was in fact paying attention. And it hasn't escaped him that the event and its aftermath seem to have faded from the minds of the Mansion's inhabitants. People are introducing themselves to new arrivals, vague announcements hinting at events are being made, business as usual. But should business be as usual?]

Does anyone know what happened to the Red Queen?

How I see it...

The first two times that door opened, a monster came out. Just because this looks different, doesn't mean it is.
watchthedetective: (smileyface)
[personal profile] watchthedetective
[Life goes on, strange becomes the new normal, and Watson is too familiar with burnout to spend her every waking moment trying to solve an intractable mystery. She's made a promise to herself that, barring some major catastrophe, today is a day off.

So she takes a walk in the gardens, gets some tea from the kitchen, does a bit of reading. And, of course, talks to people as she comes across them.]
somethinglost: (Nerds just gotta obsess about something)
[personal profile] somethinglost
The database is ready. I will be distributing it on individual flash drives today.

If you have not already requested a copy, but would like one, please let me know.

[And with that posted to the network, Kirigiri is going around distributing copies of the database. Feel free to tag her with requests for a copy, with characters receiving their copies, or just as she wanders around the Mansion finding people. If your character requested a copy but you don't tag this post, no worries! Just assume she left the flash drive wherever your character told her to.]

[OOC: The database is based on Kirigiri's notes, which are available here. I haven't updated it to add any information from the recent event yet (I'll be working on that this weekend), but it is all technically included in the copy she's distributing ICly. Never mind, it should be up to date now.]
goodtobequeen: (☁shall we play a game,bitches?)
[personal profile] goodtobequeen
[it's been almost two weeks since Charlie first arrived, and now that the whole fuss about doors and queens has died down, she's...bored. And anxious. It's not just that she's getting a little stir-crazy, which is par for the course, but...]

At the risk of sounding completely awkward, I'm hoping no one got mauled too badly by our fuzzy little monster visitors. And kudos to everyone working out the answer before we got sent to our doom and stuff. But...what was the point of all that? Is this Red Queen lady going to help us or anything? Otherwise risking our lives for that riddle feels kinda pointless.

Quick question: about the whole time-is-frozen-back-home thing, is that true? I mean, does anyone have proof? Firsthand accounts helpful. You know, just to ease a girl's mind a little.

ALSO: Movie Night. This should totally be a thing.
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[personal profile] jolting
[there is a noticeable difference between this and the last time people saw Whale. Mostly that he is wearing his lab coat and he is more composed. He directs his attention to the feed, speaking in a professional tone]

Due to circumstances beyond my control, I was unable to attend to my duties as chief of staff in the Wonderland Clinic. I would like to extend my thanks to Doctors Martha Jones, Helen Magnus and Joan Watson for their initiative during the most recent crisis.

That said, I would like to have a briefing on the medical situation, as I intend to get back to work effective immediately.

[what happens in Mirrorside stays in Mirrorside, and he's not talking about it ever]
alltheways: (It's all feasting and fun)
[personal profile] alltheways
[When the door finally opens for the third time, what emerges isn't another monster, but a woman dressed in red. She bears a striking resemblance to the chess pieces that have appeared up until now throughout the event, but is noticeably more human, lacking the red-tinted skin. She holds a large shield, which she carries with little apparent effort on one arm.

Stepping into the entrance hall, she gazes around and a small, controlled smile graces her face. Behind her, the door swings closed and dissolves, leaving behind a bare wall.]

What a long time it's been since I could take in this sight. Though some things have changed, it appears that, on the whole, everything is as I remember it.

[She raises her voice, addressing the Mansion at large.]

Come, I would like to meet those brave souls who have freed me from my tomb. I am the Red Queen of Wonderland, who bears the Vorpal Shield. Do not be afraid. Come and introduce yourselves, as I have already done so.
watchthedetective: (detectiving)
[personal profile] watchthedetective
[The transmission opens awkwardly, as Joan fiddles with the not-yet-familiar device.] these just broadcast to everyone, right? All right, there it goes. [Deep breath!] This is Joan Watson, and if anyone has the time to explain some things in more detail than what I could piece together from previous broadcasts, I would definitely appreciate that.

[She turns the phone a bit, showing the front door of the mansion behind her, so people inclined to speak to her in person can find her, then turns it back to her face.]

I'd also like to contribute however I can. I don't know what kind of skill sets are represented here, but I used to be a doctor. If that need's already being filled, then I'd like to get in touch with whoever is most active in investigating this... mass kidnapping.

Thank you in advance.


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