Sep. 5th, 2013 02:39 pm
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[At this rate, Donna's going to get a reputation for being the mansion's crazy cat lady. She's sitting cross-legged on the floor in her room, a different cat than last time - a tuxedo kitten - romping around behind her and a small fire extinguisher in her lap.]

I don't usually set much store by magic, but I was wondering if anybody out there maybe had some sort of, I dunno, spell or something to make everything in my room - and possibly my other cat - fireproof? And me, I suppose, that'd be nice too. Or if anybody has any ideas on how to go about training cats, but they don't really seem like terribly trainable animals, really. And how does one go about-

[The kitten suddenly bursts into flames, and Donna glances over her shoulder to make sure it's not setting something on fire. From her lack of surprise, it seems like this is a fairly regular occurrence.]

-teaching a cat to only set itself on fire on command?

[After a few moments of burning merrily, the flames extinguish themselves, and the kitten - apparently unharmed - settles down to lick one paw.]


Aug. 25th, 2013 08:40 pm
obligatorymerchant: (▓)
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Without boring my dear customers too much with blabbering about my thoughts, I have only a few words to say on that last event and my experience with it for those curious:

My choice never mattered in the end. I am not designed for regrets and I still have none. My world was designed for one purpose and all choices, even the final and most important, are ultimately futile. I'm only surprised that in the alternate path I took, I passed feeling peaceful. ...Well. As peaceful as major head trauma could bring, ahahaha.

[ It's easy to imagine the somber tone of his statement. But then, he's never one to dwell too long on tragedy. He shifts gears quickly: ]

Regardless, I think I will try to make more choices. Wonderland is such a wonderful opportunity to experiment outside the box, after all! I have been pleasantly happy with all the ones I've made thus far, no matter how minor or meaningless they are.

But enough with my silly personal aspirations. Let's get down to business:

to defeat the Huns )

If any of these items interest you, please stop by my shop on the first floor. I am open all hours for the weary traveler.
strategisch: (maybe he's born with it)
[personal profile] strategisch
[Armin often visits the shoreline, so it's not unusual at all to meet him here. He sits with his legs tucked up to his chest, boots off, waves lapping at his feet. Sometimes for hours.]

[Those who know him might notice one small difference however; his clothing. His uniform looked more or less the same, but he was missing his green cape, and the emblem on his jacket was not blue-and-white wings, but two crossed swords.]

[He looks to his communicator at his side. His eyes, normally so bright with intelligence and curiosity seem unsettlingly dead.]

No one had ever told me... Is it true that this is the ocean?


Aug. 16th, 2013 01:00 pm
thneedifestdestiny: Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic ([Event] Get down)
[personal profile] thneedifestdestiny
[You know, this whole Wonderland thing isn't such a bad deal. Finally, a house that's almost big enough for him...or at least it might be if he didn't have to share it with other people. But this? This is the good life, and everything he's worked for so far. He deserves anything he wants, whenever he wants, and that's pretty much what he's got here.

So, is he satisfied? Of course he's not! Silly peasant. Of course, he's not satisfied. Which is why he had built a large factory on one of the hills. He just needed more space, okay? And since he doesn't recall getting robbed horrifically he can make Thneeds in like ten seconds when he's got the materials. It's a time-saver - specifically it leaves him more time to smoke cigars and swim in his money. Who cares if it pollutes the sky or whatever? It's not his sky.

But for whatever reason, his factory is missing when he wakes up, which is...alarming. What? It's always been there! But he can definitely just build another one. Or pay someone to build another one. Which is why he's on the screen in his sleek green suit and sunglasses, flipping through a large wad of cash that could be American but probably isn't.

S'up, nerds?

I've got a construction project that needs constructing, ASAP. [And he snaps his fingers for emphasis. Chop chop people; he doesn't have all day.] Any takers?

[He casually shakes the wad of cash at the screen and grins widely.] I'll make it worth your while.

[Someone will cave. Everybody loves money.]
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]


Aug. 6th, 2013 06:30 pm
somethinglost: (Lord gives each man a beard)
[personal profile] somethinglost
[The camera is sitting on the bathroom counter, well away from the sink, where Kirigiri is bent over, dressed in skirt and undershirt, washing her hair. It's quite a task, considering how long her hair is. And yes, she's still wearing her gloves. They're waterproof okay?

She's almost done, though. She straightens and squeezes water out of her hair with both hands. The water is clear, but there are pinkish-red stains on her undershirt and a nearby towel that might give a clue about why she needed to wash her hair.

Once her hair is just damp and not totally sodden, she turns to the camera, pensive. Noticing it's on, she goes ahead and addresses the network.]

I have...been thinking about cutting my hair. It's been getting in the way, lately, and I'm not sure what else to do about it.

Though a little attached to it.

[She reddens a little, embarrassed for caring about something like that. She picks up the towel and fidgets with it a bit before she starts toweling off her head.]

This sort of thing isn't one of my strengths. I' any advice about what I can do.
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. 30th, 2013 02:49 pm
thneedifestdestiny: No One Knows I'm Gone - Tom Waits (And I'll say it again)
[personal profile] thneedifestdestiny
So uh. Question.

[The Once-ler coughs into his gloved hand and looks at the camera. He looks like he's trying very, very hard to be calm but is actually freaking out not very far under the surface.]

Anybody else get a whole bunch of their stuff stolen after that chess thing? Because I haven't seen any of my Thneed materials anywhere and it's been days and I'm pretty sure my no-good lousy nerd of a Mirror snatched them all.

...Unless anybody's seen them around? Anybody seen a bunch of fluffy Truffula tufts around? If so, uh. Let me know. Because that is my entire company right there, and I would really.


Appreciate. It.


[And he hangs up.
eigensinnig: (what the hell is a jägerbomb)
[personal profile] eigensinnig
[ SCREAMING AND INCOHERENT (BUT SOMEWHAT DETAILED) DEATH THREATS AND THRASHING ABOUT AND EVERYTHING IS VIOLENCE AND NOTHING IS BEAUTIFUL but no, it really sounds like someone is trying to scream through a gag and they are doing an impressive job of it. ]


Jul. 24th, 2013 05:35 pm
elegance_guaranteed: (Want to meet my knife?)
[personal profile] elegance_guaranteed
The lack of Guilds around here sure does make it difficult to hire out services. [Teatime considers the camera for a long moment before smiling abruptly.]

If there are any Wizards or Witches or other magic-using... people, [his eyes flick back and forth as he considers whether that covers the lot of it or not] I need some help sealing a sword that cuts through every sheath I try to put it in.
voidcontract: stop knocking them away from where I gathered them (death field)
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[ The feed first opens up to a shot of the sky, then a bright violet eye, then the rest of the person said eye belongs to as she leans back away from the camera. And what a person it is; the outfit the girl's dressed in is equal parts elaborate and revealing, and about as practical looking as most RPG designs. After another moment (during which the feed bobs subtly up and down) it's clear that the view surrounding is not, actually, the sky, but rather the skylight in the entrance hall.

How's the girl up there? Magic. What's the recording device sitting on? Also magic. No, really, she's seeming pretty at home up there, sitting on her staff, if somewhat annoyed.

There are floors above this, I checked. [ she says, waving carelessly at the sight around her. Carelessly is right, considering she doesn't seem to be worried at all about falling off the staff she's currently riding side-saddle on. ] I guess it's pretty, but whoever did it probably could put their talent into crafting more useful magic, really.

Honestly, this wouldn't be the first time Time and Space has done something— but I'll readily admit that this is the first time it's done something so grand. So, I'll ask: where exactly is this? Because it's definitely nowhere near the continent, if it's even the same dimension. The energy here is so different, it's surreal.

Like this thing here, for example; I can't even tell whether it's technology or magic or— [ wait why is she saying this, forcefully shutting mouth now

though there's one last thing she needs to add.

Also, this might be kind of a long shot, but do the terms "El Search Party" or "El Scout" mean anything to any of you? If they don't, then that's okay; you don't need to worry about it.
distract: (pic#6501958)
[personal profile] distract
[ the video feed starts, and lydia's not paying attention; in fact, she'd been using the darkened screen of her device in order to check the status of her lip gloss and mascara. the latter is slightly smudged underneath one eye, as if she's recently been crying, but it's the only sign of any distress as she quickly plasters a different expression on, mouth pouting slightly. ]

I would like to state, for the record, that this is ridiculous. Absolutely, completely - ridiculous.

I mean, they say that the first part of debunking a hallucination is to acknowledge its total lack of infallibility.

Or something.

Besides, the whole 'waking up in Wonderland' cliché? So tired.

[ she pauses, eyes narrowing, and stares a little more intently at the camera, as if silently daring someone to challenge her.

and then she sighs, quietly, the camera panning to the rows and rows of books behind her - several of the titles in different languages - before the feed cuts out. ]
no_nonsense: (This happens a lot I'm afraid.)
[personal profile] no_nonsense
[Susan normally liked to appear very pressed and presentable when she was in Public. While there was a distinctive difference between the magical network and Public, it wasn't quite distinctive enough for her liking. However, disheveled as she was, she had other, more pressing concerns than the state of her hair or the fact that her shirt was stained beyond saving.

(Well, the second bit was relevant, at least, given that it was stained with a generous amount of her own blood.)

Susan took a deep breath and regarded the screen with the most neutral expression she could manage. She wanted nothing more than to pass out, or whine about the wound in her back, but both of those activities were (ultimately) counter-productive. It didn't do to go unconscious or start panicking people, particularly when you were asking them for medical help.]

I seem to be having a bit of trouble.

[Given how pale she was, this was a fairly serious understatement. She was seated at the table in a cheerfully decorated tea room and, although she wasn't actually lying on it, it was a near thing.]

I would walk to the clinic to get this sorted, but I'm afraid I'm having difficulty staying upright.

If there is anyone with a bit of...first-aid experience near the tea-room on the first floor, I would be much obliged if they could see to stopping by. [And, because she was quite certain that the blast in her room hadn't done anything as convenient as killing Mr. Teatime, she added:] If you've got a sword as well, and the know-how to weild it, that would be ideal.

(OOC: So, generally speaking, the people involved in the Action portions of this have already discussed it with me on Plurk, but absolutely anyone and everyone is welcome to answer the video posting. Susan will ICly decline any Magic or Magic-like assistance, though, so if your character would spot this and would definitely offer to help that way, feel free to tag in! It won't derail anything, no worries.)
righteously: ([Neutral] Calm your tits)
[personal profile] righteously
[It's been a while since Dean's bright and shining face has graced the screens of the communicators. Graced being a... strong and slightly ironic word. He looks distinctly less morose than he did the last time, but he's still got an expression on his face that clues the observant in rather quickly that it's going to be serious business this time.]

First off, I wanna to apologize on behalf of all of the idiots from back home. Not sure which of them it was, might've been me, but that last event was all on us.

[Actually, it's all on Dean, but he's not one hundred precent on that. Considering Gabriel's here, and he's... tricky? Not exactly the word he's looking for, but anyway, moving on, he can't be sure it wasn't him, Cas, or Sam. He'd like to keep the latter two from being thrown directly under the bus, though.]

Second off, I'm thinking it's time we had a little pow-wow.

[He shoots the camera a significant look. It's not hard to guess what he's hinting at.]

Time to step it up a little, be a little more proactive, see if we can't start heading these things off at the pass.

[He shrugs a shoulder. Might not be possible, but hell, it's worth a shot, right?]

Either way, we're taking this somewhere a little more private. If you're interested in a hike, be out front in a couple of hours. Someone'll escort you to the party. Bring a pen.

[And that's all awesomely vague except for the places where it ain't. The feed ends rather abruptly. A few hours later, Daryl Dixon will be making a few trips back and forth leading groups of people to secret place out in the middle of the woods. It's there that the real fun begins.]

[ooc: It's perfectly fine to skip around, to tag one subthread and not another, to handwave whatever makes you feel comfortable or not even tag at all. You don't even need to have tagged the OOC post, just jump right in and snag whatever interests you!

Please note that although tags are streamlined through the subheader threads, we absolutely encourage you to interact with other characters and with each other, not solely with the person heading the subthread. Think of it as one massive mingle post with different settings if you like.]

vitalityaura: IP with wonder wall........ (weapon break)
[personal profile] vitalityaura

strategisch: (YELLING IS WHAT I DO BEST)
[personal profile] strategisch
[The first thing Armin does is get to the roof of the mansion, because if there’s one place a soldier of the walls feels vulnerable, it’s on the ground. With the help of his 3 dimensional maneuver gear, it’s an easy task. Then he’s left to deal with the hard part of his current dilemma.]

[What the hell just happened?]

H-hello? Is this… Where…?

[He ventures the whole roof in search of comrades, because it’s the most obvious place of refuge in the area, but finds no-one. So he’s been separated somehow. From… where? It’s a little hard to remember, but they had just mounted their horses to set off for the giant forest to begin the operation to try and re-capture Eren.]

[There is a forest nearby, but definitely not the giant forest. In another direction, there are hills that seem to have a strange, checkerboard pattern to them. He could not account for the roof of whatever building he was currently standing on, which was so tall a 15 meter class Titan would have a hard time reaching over it. And then… Such a large expanse of water…]

[He’s seen many maps of the walls territory in his life—in fact he had to memorize them during his time as a cadet. Such an area certainly did not exist within them. So the only logical, yet absolutely absurd conclusion he could come to was that he was somehow outside of human territory.]

[Correct or not, he’s lucky there are no Titans around. But he has to get back in contact with his squad, or make it back to the wall, or… something… Or else he’ll most certainly end up dead.]

[He takes a deep breath.]


[His scream for help is so loud, a flock of birds flies out of a nearby tree with many an angry twitter. He then takes up some really annoying finger-whistling hoping his horse might still be around somewhere.]
teamug: (explain)
[personal profile] teamug
[Hello, Wonderland. Clara is currently sitting at the desk in her room, looking very much like a miniature and much less threatening version of the Godfather. She's got her device sitting up on a nearby shelf recording, so it leaves plenty of room to have her hands clasped together and resting on the desk. There's piles of neatly stacked papers resting near her hands, all of her recent notes on a certain subject.

And what is that subject you ask?


[Yep, as much as it pains her to talk about magic, she really has to. But then she realizes that she actually has no idea what she wants to say, her mind's gone totally blank. And she fumbles.]

Magic, magic, magic, magic.

[She buys herself some time with that as uncertainty settles in, but she keeps her business face on.]

Thought I'd hold a bit of discussion on it, magic. Got a few questions about certain kinds of spells, if anyone's experienced in the field.
thneedifestdestiny: No One Knows I'm Gone - Tom Waits (Not even if your life depended on it)
[personal profile] thneedifestdestiny
Hey! Let go of me, you creep!

[The feed flickers on, and it catches the Once-ler (or rather the Once-lers) as they make their way down the hall. The one with the yellow eyes is dragging the original by the wrist, towards the exit.]

I can't believe the nerve of that guy! He's going to corner the Wonderland market, and then where will we be? We'll be back at square one, because that weirdo in the mask is going to steal all of our customers!

[He's talking, of course, about this weirdo in a mask, but the real Once-ler looks unsure.]

Uh...we're not even selling the same things though? It's not like he's selling more Thneeds.

No, but Thneeds can do anything, so every item he sells is taking money out of your pocket! You've done a pretty good job of that yourself though - what the heck were you thinking, trying to teach anyone to knit? If they can knit then they won't need a Thneed! Idiot.

Hey, that's not...! ...well. [Maybe that's kind of true. He'll just change the subject.] Where are we even going anyway?

The Vendors. Progress is progress, and progress must grow - and it's not going to grow with you in charge. We're going to go sell some more of your stupid memories for Truffula tufts. Maybe then you'll actually be able to put together a decent inventory.

[Well, that makes the Once-ler tug harder against his Shadow.]

H-Hey, you can't do that! They're my memories!

[But his Shadow just scoffs.] Whatever - they're my memories too. And if I didn't push you into it, you'd be doing it yourself later. You already did it once, remember?

[Of course, the Once-ler is still protesting, but by now they're no longer in view of the camera. People are welcome to reply by video, run into them somewhere in the mansion, or even run into them down on the grounds before or after their little shopping trip at the vendors.
vitalityaura: sugoi (sword enchant)
[personal profile] vitalityaura
[BEHOLD ELS grinning at the camera with his usual dorky expression. He's leaning in a little too close so you get a screenfull of dorkface. Computers are hard.]

Okay! First thing's first, I'm sure you're all wondering about my awesome protection runes that I've been working on. I didn't mean to make that stuff public before, since it wasn't ready yet and all, but I've ironed out all the kinks and we're good to go now!

[He turns the camera to the side, showing off that big ol' red rune on his mirror that some of you might remember from a couple weeks ago. It now appears to be functioning (and not exploding). Appearing to, anyway. It's glowing faintly and making a quiet ringing tone, so that has to mean it's doing something, right?

Els seems proud of it, at the very least. He turns the feed back to himself.]

It's kinda hard to tell how well it works from here... but I'm pretty sure it's working, 'cause I haven't seen any messages on this mirror since then. I designed it so they won't be able to hear, see, or write anything from the other side, and maybe even keep them from crossing over altogether. This way, those guys definitely won't be able to do anything weird! If anyone else wants one, just ask and I'll hook you up, no problem.

Also—mask guy! I never got your name before, sorry. [His enthusiasm fades, just a little. This is serious business time.] I made a trade with the vendors like you asked and got a bunch of your credits thingies for it. This way, you'll know the exact exchange rate of memories! I'll tell you what the numbers are when I come to collect my reward, okay? [yep that sure was exactly what it sounded like

He ends the feed right after that, trying not to look so uncertain. I mean, it's not like he traded anything important, right? Right. 'Cause that'd be stupid.]

((OOC: The runes, while pretty looking, won't actually block out the mirrors. They don't have any effect on the mirrorside at all, even. Wonderland is far too wacky for straightforward magic. They might, however, prevent people from eavesdropping on the realside if the mirror is up against a wall, but only on the side that the mirror is placed on.))
unregenerate: <user name=polaroid-this> (вℓ¤ cigarette)
[personal profile] unregenerate
[ Guess who's back, back again?

If the guess was 'the demon known as Meg', well get yourself a cookie out of the cookie jar. She is back, and having herself a fit of nostalgia. Not the good kind, though. When she arrived the first time it was on the very beach she finds herself on again. Before, though, she was fit to be tied, trying to zap out of Wonderland with no luck whatsoever. Now, though...well, it's a completely different story.

She's managed to prop herself up against a nearby sand dune, looking for all the world like she's just lounging around, enjoying the sunshine. Except she's not enjoying any of this, and she's currently looking pretty beat up and bloody - not to mention blonde. If her legs were cooperating, she would probably be doing some form of her previous anger stomp along the beach, but right now she just can't. It's another cherry on the sundae that has now become her life.

Obviously, this is the best time to announce her return, and when she turns on the video she ignores the blood on her face, figuring she'll just clean it up later. In the end, who cares. Without preamble, she starts in:

So, who does a girl have to bribe to get a beer around here? [ Look at that, alcohol is her priority as always. The more things change, and yadda yadda yadda, whatever. She just needs a damn drink. ] I think I've earned myself about two or eighteen. Wouldn't say no to some whiskey, either.

[ Hand delivered, of course. Like hell she's going to belly crawl up to the mansion, give her a little credit here. The plan is basically wait until she's healed up enough to walk, then stumble up to the room she's learning to call home and pass out for a month or two. She's tired.

There's a pause, and she looks like she's going to say more. It's like an itch, the need to call Crowley out and challenge him, but she holds back on that. There's no telling if he's still there anymore, and besides - the longer she can go without seeing his face, the better. So, she'll just cut off the video, without so much as a toodles or a good bye.
appealingavarice: ([sanguine] left this body)
[personal profile] appealingavarice
[It's Ling who first mentions it, and before long Greed can't stop thinking about it either. So many people here have such strange abilities- he knows exactly what the Ultimate Shield could and could not hold up to in his own world, but what about here?

He's wondered about it before, but it never seemed like a good idea to test it. After all, if someone could pierce the Shield, they'd obviously end up knowing how too. But today... well, the balance has tipped in favor of the desire for knowledge. So he comes up out of the basement to look for a few people. Then, as an afterthought, he flips on the communicator, because there are probably some suitable people he doesn't already know about.]

Hey, who here has some serious firepower? I want to try something.


May. 30th, 2013 03:08 pm
thneedifestdestiny: No One Knows I'm Gone - Tom Waits (It's probably you)
[personal profile] thneedifestdestiny
Sooo. Uh. Hey. I had this...idea.

[He's a little awkward about it since he hasn't posted in a long time, and who are all these new people anyway? He's been here the whole time and suddenly Wonderland has a few dozen new faces.]

I know I'm all about selling the lovely people of Wonderland Thneeds - the most glorious thing anyone could ever need, for the newer kidnappees who haven't heard - but, that's not what I'm here for. At least, not today.

[He coughs into hand to try and hide that slip of the tongue, and proceeds to pitching The Lorax's his idea.]

Actually I wanted to know if anyone...wanted to learn how to knit! It's not going to save anyone from door-monsters or anything, but it's fun and it passes the time. And we all have way more time on our hands than any people should reasonably have.

So...yeah! Knitting! Knitting is awesome. And manly. So, if anyone wants to, just let me know!

[It's kind of an awkward ending, but the Once-ler isn't really expecting much. The Lorax suggested it so he wouldn't have to sell Thneeds here, and the Once-ler is still kind of "whatever" about that part...but, everyone at home thought he was kind of a nerd for knitting, so he's not expecting much.]
vitalityaura: skill delay 2pro (shield accelerator)
[personal profile] vitalityaura
[The feed switches on to Elsword standing across the room in front of his Mandatory Wonderland One-Way Mirror™. It's hard to see from a distance, but there seems to be some smudged out writing at the bottom—whether it was every replied to or not is unclear, not that it'd be legible by now anyway.

The more obvious mirror-graffiti is a strange magical symbol situated in the centre of the mirror, drawn with a thick red marker and encased in a large circle:

Considering how neat and straight all those lines are, he put a lot of effort into it. With most of the work done, now he's just standing in front of it and looking between it and a scrap of paper in his hand.]

Okay... that looks right. I think. Maybe I should do the outside part, too... [hovering markertip over the edge of the circle, hrmmm]
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.]
blustery: (Well...I could get used to it)
[personal profile] blustery
It's working, right? Okay, okay...

[Some of you might have noticed that someone's been scarce recently; a certain viking, to be exact. Well, it looks like he's been busy. Hiccup hangs something up on the wall and hurries back to the book-device that he's propped open on the table.]

So...I've been thinking. I noticed the rooms change to fit what we need--fine, everybody's probably noticed that by now--and I thought, maybe I could use one of the rooms and turn it into a workshop. I've been moving some things around, and I think it's ready now...

[Just as he says that, he knocks into something that sends the flame in the forge roaring high.]

Whoa! [Don't mind him, he'll just be grabbing a bucket of water and throwing it over the fire. When the sizzling dies down, Hiccup's left looking kind of sheepish. He sets the bucket back down.]

...okay, it's almost ready. I probably just need to make a few adjustments...ANYWAY, we could probably use some weapons in case something like that thing from the door shows up again. I can make other things, too, like Toothless' tail. If you think you have a project for me, I could use a challenge. I'll be here on the first floor, room ten!

[If anyone approaches from the hallway, they'll notice a rough sign ("The Dragon's Tail") dangling over room ten. If anyone approaches from outside the mansion, let's just say it's hard to miss the new split-doors on one side of the wall.]
builditstrong: (the mason)
[personal profile] builditstrong
...H'lo, folks. They's a bar 'round 'ere, yeah? Anyone mind 'f I stocked it with some o' th' spirits from my world? Stuff like this. [He holds up a bottle of Stabsinthe.]

Plenty more like it, but ain't heard 'f the like 'round 'ere. So figgered I'd share, so t'speak. Does a body good.

[He's not good at ending theses broadcasts so he just cuts the feed and waits for an answer.]
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.
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[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.
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[Say who's that in front of the big door? It's Mell! There's a red-orange glowing hole in the floor beside her, y'know, just in case, and looking down it you'll see... the wall across from Chell's room. Which is on the tenth floor.

Physics aside, Mell seems to be taking her shot writing on the door. Her message before she starts:]

Don't worry, guys! I got this! I had a friend in my world who could hack passwords! So it's only a matter of time before I get this one!!

[And then she starts writing:]


[She waits, and then rubs it out and goes again:]


[... Guys?]




[Stop her.]

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[It's a short video this time. Dean's onscreen with a shotgun resting on his shoulder, face serious.]

First of all, a big thanks to the jackass who decided to poke the door with a stick. Really awesome, solid work on that one. Great going.

[He is just so unbelievably sarcastic about that. Really. You don't even know.]

Everyone else, get up to the bar. Lock the doors, pile the tables in front of it and sit tight

[Text to Sam.]

I think you better sit this one out, man.

[ooc: I asked around and people seemed in favor of the idea of one great big organized post with subsections, so feel free to keep your Bandersnatch shenanigans in here, or ignore it completely and do your own post thang!]


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