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Well, that was eventful. At least things seem back to normal, now. It was a bit of seeing "the man behind the curtain," wasn't it? No offense to those of your from Oz, of course. [ Snow White sighs; she's thinking of a particular flying monkey whose assistance she's starting to miss. ]

I'm not exactly sure if this has been asked before, but are there are records of the people of Wonderland? Not the residents, just us. Our... histories, names, that sort of thing.

[ She hasn't had much luck with her own project, in noting it all in a book, unfortunately. ]

Aside from the network. But I guess it would be too convenient to ask for.

[ beat ]

I'm sure that it was taken in the Mirrors' rampant thievery, but has anyone seen a few [ there's the tiniest hesitation, barely discernible, and then: ] pictures? They've gone missing; they've very important to me.


Jun. 6th, 2015 12:19 pm
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[ Suffice to say, things have been a mess lately, and Charlie's sort of been all over the place. This time, she has a reason to address Wonderland. It's not really a new one. ]

Hi, um. [ She frowns just a little. ] Some of you probably don't know me, so I guess I'll start with that first. I'm Charlie. Been here for a while now. [ Not nearly as long as some, but long enough for her. ] I wanted to ask about all the people who've been leavin' recently...

[ Trailing off, she looks away from the video for a second as she tries to figure out exactly what it was she was going to say. Losing people is never easy, and with the amount of things she's seen lately, it doesn't look like it gets any easier. She's still sore about Alex leaving, and it sits hard in her chest. She takes a breath. ]

I know it ain't easy, and I was wondering if anyone knows exactly what happens when those people leave Wonderland. I just keep thinking that, I dunno. Do they really go home, or do they send them somewhere else? How're we even supposed to know? I-- [ She looks down. ] I've lost a lot of people since comin' here. I guess it's easier to say that I wouldn't mind talking to anyone who's looking for a distraction.

Or maybe a drink or three. [ There's a soft laugh, and she shakes her head. ]

Maybe it doesn't mean much to some of you, but I could use some advice.

[ Is that all she wants to say? Probably not, though she can't get over the fact that everyone she has here is starting to thin out, and it's worrying her. It probably translates on her face despite the short smile she gives before cutting the video, leaving the rest of them with an expression that looks as if she might cry. ]
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[Bigby could smell her blood the moment it happened. He had been holding up in an area of the facility, far away from people. It was safer - for him and for them. But the moment the first droplet of Snow's blood was spilled, the scent hit him in the face like a punch. His own safety be damned, he followed her trail, hoping against hope that it had only been a small wound. When he discovered her beaten and broken body in a pool of blood, however, it had taken every inch of his self control to keep from losing his mind.

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

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

I've found.....[static] She's dead. Whoever....[more static, garbled text]...ind you and.....kill you. Run.
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[ This is her first disappearance and return. After vanishing for a week of Wonderland time, Snow White returns looking... well, exactly the same. One might never know that years have passed for the dark-haired Fable. The only exceptional difference, one not seen especially well in the video, is the cane she holds in her hands.

She looks collected enough when addressing the network, but there's a slight edge to her voice, a warning tone meant for her captors. ]

I remember... [ sigh ] After so much time, why bring me back? Why tear me away from home, when I finally--

[ Oh. Snow seems to realize something, then quickly clears her throat and straightens up, all business. ]

Well, depending on how much time has passed, I don't know if you'll remember me. My name is Snow White; I was here some time ago, though I don't really know how long it's been. I hope there's less of a demonic infestation this time, for everyone's sake.

[ to Emma Swan: ]

Could I speak with you? As soon as possible, if you're free.

[ to Bigby Wolf: ]

Please tell me that you're still here.
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[It's rare to see Sam truly angry. He has a remarkable capacity to take things in stride. Maxine might have seen him like this, maybe Simon, but no-one else in Wonderland and even then back home, the anger had been cut with hurt and betrayal and loss. There's none of that this time. Just rage.

The camera is too close to give a view on where he is posting this message from, or whether there's anyone with him. He's not stupid. But nor is he locking this away from Dean. He knows what he's done.]

Dean Winchester, or whatever he is right now, murdered Jo Harvelle last night. He tried to kill Simon Lauchlan too, but that didn't stick, and he brutally injured Doctor Maxine Myers, just because she tried to help Jo.

He planned this. It was horrible and brutal and vicious and he'll do it again.

Stay together. Stay armed and ward your rooms if you can and don't think you can argue or bargain your way out of it. He's a monster and he's killing for fun. There's no talking to things like that.

Locked to Sam Winchester, Crowley and Castiel

I hope you have something planned soon. He's not going to stop. He's hurt some of the people closest to me and if you won't stop him, then I will.

[He isn't sure how, but he has ideas and none of them are pleasant.]
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[ a little while ago dean brutally murdered one demon king of hell, crowley, and hurt john blake in the process. before that, he murdered both his best friend and brother, and attacked a whole bunch of people once near and dear to him. today, thankfully, finds him doing something entirely different as dean addresses the network with a lazy smile on his face.

he’s looking way too pleased with himself, beer in hand and leaning against a familiar looking car... ]

This place is kinda morbid, right? Murders and fights and scheming going on left and right— leaves your head spinning even on a good day. So I figure I should try to shake things up a little, and offer something… uh, nicer to the public.

The female public, anyway. Here I’ve attached a collection of potential good times, so if you see your name and wanna have fun — which means get laid, for the less savvy people — then lem’me know. No strings attached, no flowers and chocolates bullshit. I’m easy like that.

[ he is a gift from god. and he promises no one will get murdered. unless they try something stupid. ]

attachment: dean's handy-dandy do list )

[ he never did say he hadn’t put down a few notes along with the names. ]

Now if you’re worried ‘cause your pretty little name ain’t on the list, fret not. If you’re easy enough on the eyes and old enough to know what fun is, get in contact.

[ s m i l e! and dean cuts the feed. ]

( ooc: note that some threads in this post might include heavy violence and/or dub-con/non-con type elements! read at your own risk. )
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Introspection and Action. Content warning for murder aftermath. )

[She stands up, takes a few steps away from the body. Her eyes keep a constant watch on the hall around her, even as she turns on the phone to send out a message--audio only. She won't subject anyone else to this sight if she can avoid it.]

Um. I'm sorry, but--there's been a murder on the fifth floor. [There can be no other word for it. This violence, this cruelty can be no accident.] I found the victim. Sam. It's Sam Winchester.

[God, what is she even saying? Cami, of all people, should be able to put these words together better.]

Please don't come up here unless you absolutely have to. I'm near room--[A pause, as she looks for the nearest door] Room thirteen. I don't know who did it; there wasn't anyone here when I found him, but someone did. So please, be careful.

06 Video

Feb. 16th, 2015 12:26 pm
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[As with all of Bigby's videos, the air appears smokey which obscures the picture slightly. However, to the observant person, they will note that Bigby is not in his room (even though there is a terrible similarity). He sits at a desk with a large corkboard behind him. Some of the papers have names and dates on them - approximations of arrivals and departures from Wonderland. A large cabinet is off to the side. In fact, the room looks well worn and a bit familiar to those used to Bigby's messy but organized style.

Yes, this is the Sheriff's office he has been promising.

Want more of a visual? It looks something like this.]

I know I've been meaning to open up this office for some time now. Many things have happened in the meantime and it's either now or never. So, without further ado, welcome to the Wonderland Sheriff office. I'm Sheriff Bigby and until the time comes when we're organized enough to choose our own sheriff, I'll be heading this office.

If you want my resume - tough. You'll just have to trust me on this. I'm the man for the job.

I invite all of you to come by and check this place out. I know some of you expressed interest in lending a hand and I'll be more than happy to sign you up. There are a couple assignments I'd like to work out but I won't take up anymore of your time right now than I have to.

If you are in need of assistance, come by. Cases will be handled on a first come, first serve basis with some degree of importance considered.

Anything else, drop by. Office hours are from 10 am to 6 pm, investigations (and Wonderland chaos) permitting.

First floor - third office down.

[Bigby takes a long drag of his cigarette before reaching out and turning off the feed. The Sheriff is IN.]


Feb. 16th, 2015 09:40 am
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[When she clicks on the feed, it's obvious that she's actually used a phone before - unlike a lot of people, it seems. It's not a steady stream, though, since she's walking - the camera bobs slightly while she walks.

Someone's taking a tour of the garden.]

You know, I really thought I was done with being surprised by weird shit. I knew I shouldn't have made that 'down the rabbit hole' reference last night.

[She drops down into a sunbeam underneath a tree. It's really quite picturesque, as far as Zed's concerned - but she's taking care not to make too much actual contact with the grass and her hands.]

I have to say, this is a lot more literal sunshine and rainbows than I would've expected. Where's the big bad wolf, I wonder? Lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike? That'd be my bet.

Not that wolves are really that subtle in the fairy tales. At least I won't have any shortages of artistic inspiration.

[She points to the camera.]

That's where you come in, lovely viewers. I'm finding myself with a real shortage of supplies, having come here without really expecting to -- I'm guessing we don't have any sort of art kiosk here. No Marshall's crafts, am I right?

If anyone can point me in the right direction, there's probably a sketch in it for you.


Feb. 13th, 2015 08:21 pm
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[ So, it's been well over a month since the network's last seen or heard anything from her besides the fact she had kicked Gabriel and run from him, but that's not really here nor there. Between all the weird things that have happened and the lull of what's supposed to be normal, she's actually been... kind of bored. The smile she gives reflects that too. ]

Hey. Uh-- [ Wow, way to start this off. ] In case anyone missed it, my name's Charlie. I haven't really been around all that long. Maybe a month and a half? [ She shrugs, looking down at her hands rather than the screen. ] Longer than some, less than others.

Anyway. I guess I wanted to... [ A shake of her head. ] This probably gets asked all the time, but what's there to do for fun? I mean, considering it's close to V-day and everything-- [ Oh god, that's a joke. ] Feels sort of wrong mentioning hearts since we're in Wonderland. [ She laughs then. ] Not that it's really a day of celebratin' for me since I'd be cleaning up if we were lucky enough to get some people passing through back home, but you know. As nice as all the weird stuff is, finding things to do hasn't been as exciting as I thought it might have been.

[ What's there to do besides wander the gardens or walk the beach or explore the mansion? Reading's not much of a thing for her, and trying to keep to herself just makes it worse in the long run. Charlie sighs, letting out a breath. ]

What I'm getting at is if anyone's free for a drink or some conversation, I wouldn't say no? Ain't got a whole lot to do right now, so... [ She frowns, reaching to try to stop the feed. Before she manages to end it, she adds: ] Startin' to sound a little desperate, huh? How's that gonna look?

[ Charlie realizes what she's just said, too late to take it back now, and she flushes, immediately ending the video. Never mind she's basically asked out almost all of Wonderland. Oops. ]
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[ The video feed is particularly shaky at first, focus blurry over the sharp green of the grass. When it jerks upward it reveals the face of a very beautiful woman, one with, say, "skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony." For example. But at the moment all those features are formed into an expression of mild, but controlled, panic, brows pinched and eyes sharp, darting often over her shoulder as she moves hurriedly out of the woods. ]

I know there isn't any connection-- oh. [ She exhales roughly; there is blood on her face and blouse which any mildly-practiced detective will note as a spatter and not any kind of cut of her own. ]

I need to reach the Business Office, we need to send help up to the Farm right away-- dammit!

[ She stumbles; it's apparent from her breathless tone and stricken look that she's been running for quite some time. ]

Please, it's urgent. This is Snow White and I really do not want to deal with any more tigers.
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[Hello Wonderland! It's that time of the day when someone has just discovered the phone and is giving an unintentional close up of his face as he tries to figure out just what this thing is. As the phone is pulled back and forth, someone might be able to pick up a few things: it looks like the broadcast is coming from the dining room, and the boy responsible is pretty young by Wonderland standards: eight or so.]

By god's name this is strange. [The box had made a noise before, although it doesn't seem to be doing anything. About the only thing different is a tiny red glow in the corner which is poked at, then dismissed. The boy sets down the thing where he found it in favor of looking around at everything else. Certainly there's plenty to wonder at, all sorts of brilliant lights and shining bobbles, all entirely new to a boy wrapped in simple peasant garb.]

Papa? Are you here? [Perhaps the sudden shift in environment should bother him more, but even as he calls for his father, the boy is clearly delighted by what he sees.] You've got to see this! There's all sorts of things you can't even imagine! This must be a magic palace of some kind. [Certainly he's never seen anything so marvelous in his own village.

But even as fantastic as it all is, he's still got reason to worry. There's no reply, and as the boy realizes his Papa isn't appearing from some corner or hall, he looks around with growing concern. He doesn't know how he got into a palace, but he certainly doesn't want to get in trouble for it. Worse, he doesn't want his father to fret that he's suddenly gone missing. Not when he works so hard to provide for them, and needs Baelfire to help him.]



[Eventually, someone will set Baelfire straight. One lucky person will have the thanks of a child for about a minute or so before he gets distracted. Once he knows there's no danger in running around this place, Baelfire will be eager to explore every room and every corner he can find. Not just inside but out; nothing about this new realm is like the old, and he wants to see absolutely all of it--maybe even places he shouldn't go. At least he can't pick locks at this age? Not that that will stop him from trying to get in if a place looks particularly interesting.]

{{ooc: action or phone replies are fine; pick your location! this is what happens when a grown man has cookies for breakfast}}

05 Video

Oct. 22nd, 2014 08:22 am
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[Bigby sits down in a ratty looking old lounge chair, cigarette smoke swirling around him. He looks directly into the lens of the camera and leans forward, his elbows on his knees. He looks determined. This isn't an accidental video. He's taking a bit of a gamble making this a public message considering it's contents, but, he figures it's the best way to get as much support as he's going to need.]


Some of you might know me, but for those that haven't met me yet I'm Bigby Wolf. Back home I was the Sheriff of Fabletown. Basically, I was the beat cop, investigative detective, and interrogation specialist all rolled into one. When you're a police force of one you gotta learn to be flexible.

Anyway, I know some of you out there have law enforcement backgrounds. I also know there's some crazy shit going on around here that we just can't seem to get on top of before Wonderland throws us a fucking curveball that puts us out for a week at the least.

The point is, I'd like to put together a Wonderland police force. We need to pull all of our resources together. I'm not just talking about looking into the mad riddles or searching for the sword. There is shit that happens between us while we're living in this jar that needs to be investigated properly without people flying off the handle and taking matters into their own hands.

We need some sort of central office where if something goes bad, people know who to turn to for help. If you're interested, or know of a matter you need looked into, drop me a message. We'll set up a meeting and then run it from there.
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[ It's hard to escape the mirrors in Wonderland's mansion. And lately, it's hard to escape the boards with the word "HONESTY" written across them. Over and over again. But Remus is trying his hardest to do just that: escape. He's in his room, cell phone lying on a shelf across the room as he sits on his bed. Everything seems normal and boring until the guitar starts up. Remus looks around, confused as to where the music is coming from. But then there are drums, and bass, and before you know it, Remus is singing as well. ]

cut for lyrics )
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[Well well well, look who's crawled out of his hole... It's been a while, Wonderland. Sup?]

Uh, yo. I was thinking- [oh no abort abort] and like looking at the calendar or whatever, and I've totally been here for, like, an entire year. I think. Pretty sure. Whatever, anyway-

[The feed shakes a bit as Jesse digs around his pocket for something, and there's a bit of muffled swearing and a few 'oh come on's; probably should have gotten his shit together before starting the damn thing, huh? OH WELL. Moving right along.

He finds what he's looking for eventually, and he holds it up to the feed. It's sort of blurry because it's slightly too close to the camera, but it's obvious enough what it is: a small wooden coin, about the size of a poker chip; its face is smooth and shiny, and there's an artsy looking '12' carved into it. It's obviously been treated in a way that compliments the natural grain and colour of the wood, and it's pretty legit. Professional, even- have some god damn pride, Jesse, Jesus.]

I figured we gotta mark the time somehow, you know? Since we don't actually get any older and those tearaway calendar things stop being cool when you're like...  Five. [Except for the ones with the pinup chicks on 'em. Those are cool forever, but that's not the point, okay? By and large they're mad lame hence... This.

He looks away, sets his hand over the side of his neck in a dead giveaway of his growing awkwardness. This is totally putting himself out there like... Legit, wow, why did he think this was a good idea? Uuuuuugh...

He perseveres anyway, though, because there's no going back now. The damage is done, he's made his video bed, it's over, etc.]

So if you're into it, lemme me know how long you want and I'll get on it. I'm at the shed thing, you know-- outside, kinda by the woods, ish.

[It's possible this will out him to... The like five people he knows personally and hasn't already outed himself to, but whatever. He's over it.

CARRY ON, WONDERLAND. Or come find him (he'll be in the shed, covered in shavings and dust and working on whatever), hit him up here, point and laugh. You know. Whichever.]
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[I. Action]
It had taken a while for her and Rebekah to find their way out of the tunnels - much longer than she was comfortable with, especially with panic riding her, clenching tightly about her chest. Stepping out into the sunlight doesn't immediately give her any other answers either, other than to press home the fact that this is not New Orleans, nor anywhere familiar she's ever been. And Hayley's been a lot of places. While the vampire goes about getting answers her own way, Hayley paces outwards - not drifting too far in case Rebekah needs to find her if she's more successful - but enough that she can start using her own senses for answers.

Why she's here, for one. Who she has to bribe/threaten/kill to fix it. And what they've done with her daughter.

The werewolf senses she has are what she's always relied on, but even those are enhanced these days -scent, sound, speed. Eventually she'll find someone who has the information she needs. There is always someone. And she's tired of being hauled around with no say in the matter and expected to stay put. Those days are over and it would be plain suicidal to underestimate her now.

[II. Video]
[The video feed opens up with Hayley looking a hint more composed than she'd been on arrival, although the strain is still there and visible, a worried frown wrinkled across her brow. Her lips are pressed into an unhappy line as she addresses the Network, needing confirmation on at least one of the answers she'd gotten so far. In her opinion, the most important piece of information.]

Okay so. I need to get something straight here, because it’s really kind of important. Is it true that time pretty much stops back home while we’re here? I mean, when – if – we get sent back, it’ll be to the moment we left, without remembering this place, and we’ll find everything just how we left it?

Because there’s someone back home I’m worried about. Someone not here with me, or with the people that have come from the same place as me. Leaving her there without us… It’s not exactly safe.

So yeah. I guess I’m just… hoping someone can confirm that for me. It’d help me sleep better at night. So… thanks.

[She manages a small smile that’s hesitantly hopeful a moment before intending to end the feed. She hesitates though, adding one more thing on there, because manners, oh yeah, she has those. Somewhere. Occasionally.]

I'm Hayley, by the way. Sorry about all the threats by my friend earlier. We may have sort of jumped to the worst conclusions upon arriving. [And Originals aren't in the habit of apologizing to anyone. Hayley hasn't quite gotten that knack down yet.] Elijah, Klaus, if you can hear this... Let me know if you're okay?
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[Although she's had some help from people who signed on for building duties in her little venture, George has been learning a lot of the ins and outs of ship building on her own. In small pieces. In the tunnels.

Okay, so, like, if you're going to build a boat to try and escape and you don't want mirror people and the Queen of Hearts to fuck with it, you've gotta do it in a place they can't see, right? And the tunnels don't have mirrors. Awesome! But they also don't have enough room for a boat big enough to carry a dozenish people. Goddamnit. So here she is, building small pieces of the boat with intentions of, on the day they set sail, gathering everyone up to drag the pieces onto the beach and assemble them as quickly as possible.

Needless to say, this isn't going especially well. Which is probably why the video turns on to the sounds of a hammers and power tools banging interspersed with bouts of loud cursing and creaking wood. The image doesn't show much of what's going on, just some wooden pieces and the bottom half of George's legs. After a few minutes, though, there's a loud, wet crunching sort of sound just barely audible over the sound of a powersaw, and the legs tense up. The powersaw turns off.]

Godfuckingdamnit all to HELL!

[She lets out a muffled shriek, stomps her feet a little, and then whirls around, marching over to the--]

Of fucking course it's on.

[She sighs and picks up the device, aiming its camera at her face.]

Hi. I'm fine. Just. I'll be heading to the clinic in a few.

...Do you put a severed finger in milk or is that just for lost teeth? Well, fingers...

[Uh. She's gonna end the feed now.]
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[ when the feed finally does come on, mary margaret isn't in the kitchen. a surprise to anyone who saw her last post, honestly, but times have changed. things are happening. she's changed. for now, she's sitting outside - off near the forest - just because it feels a little more familiar to her. comfortable. she's in outdoorsy clothes and has a bow over her shoulder and a quiver leaning against her leg where she's seated on some kind of log or stump.

there's an odd sort of twitch in her jaw when she starts talking, but she covers it easily enough. ]

I hope everyone is doing well. [ a polite smile from her. she's fully aware of that last event, wonderland, and she's not amused by what it did to her loved ones. ] After the last few events it seems like we could use some more downtime.

[ a breath, and then she seems to ease into it, like just because she's started talking she's back into her comfort zone. ]

I have a couple of things I wanted to mention, I guess, the first concerning myself more than anything. [ a breath, regina's warning ringing someone in the back of her mind as she holds her head a little higher. ] I introduced myself as Mary Margaret when I first got here, and many of you know me as that, which is fine. Mary Margaret is still a name I can go by, and accept as part of me. But I did want to clear up the fact that it is not my actual name, or who I am. [ a beat where she considers if this is even worth it at all, before - again - she continues. ]

My name is Snow White. [ is she holding back a small smile? probably. ] And from what I can tell, for most of you I'm what you consider a fairy tale. That is fine, because that seems to apply to more than just my world, but where I'm from I'm actually quite real, as is the tale itself. You are more than welcome to call me whatever you like, but I did want to let those I've talked to know, and this seemed the easiest way.

[ she's already told those few closest to her - derek and stiles, bigby - but for everyone else, this works much better. ]

The second thing was more of an idea, but it seems to me that there are a lot of us here who are missing someone from home. In a few cases, it might be a few someones. [ she misses her dwarves, okay. and ruby. and a certain prince charming. ] While I can't promise anything in the ways of bringing those people here, I've always found that coming together eases some of that pain. There are plenty of avenues to keep involved in Wonderland - with classes and the school and group meetings - but I want to suggest another option.

Dinners. [ sorry, mary margaret. what? ] Family dinners. Maybe once a month? I'm pretty good at cooking for larger parties- [ or maybe just seven dwarves who eat enough for hundreds. ] So I wouldn't mind preparing the food. Just for a chance for people to get together a chat, outside of the normal Wonderland setting. If anything, it would be a chance to let some of you eat a home-cooked meal every once in a while. I'll hold the first one tonight, and everyone is welcome, but it would help me immensely if I could get a heads up to who all is interested. Just so I make enough food.

[ another pause, where she's not really sure how to end this, before she just gives an easy smile and a nod before cutting the feed off. ]

private to emma, derek, stiles and nico )


Jul. 23rd, 2014 08:56 am
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I'm not sure whether to classify that one as harmful or harmless.

[Meaning the event which is in 'We Do Not Discuss' area for Hannibal. He is not going to address wandering around with the other version of himself as the Wonder Twins or the things that happened.]

My thanks to whomever returned my piglet to me. While the bow was unnecessary, I did appreciate its return with the supplies. It must have taken some tracking to find where it had gone off to since the girl who called the piglets here was most unhelpful.

[Meaning you, Clarisse. Rude.]

As for this... [Hannibal holds up a bright scarlet hooded cloak. The expression on his face changes from the usual calm to a mix of confusion and disdain. Most people around Wonderland are either fearful or wary of him. They don't make fun of him or suggest that he's Little Red Riding Hood. The idea alone isn't precisely comforting. A humorless sliver of a smile makes it to his lips. Appearances must be maintained after all.] This proves that wolves only think they have a sense of humor. I should also like to point out that where I come from, the wolf is eviserated at the end of the tale.

[Think on that, furface.]

I don't believe red is my color either.

04 Video

Jul. 17th, 2014 09:01 pm
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[The video is a bit grainy but it seems to be the shot of a desk and an ashtray filled with cigarette butts. The air is grey, smokey. Whoever this is, its clear they're chain smoking heavily. This, of course, means the video can only belong to one person.]

For the record, I have never been a teenager. So whatever the fuck that was about was new to me as much to everyone else.

To sum up:

No, I never was a part of a gang.

No, I never went to a bunch of schools, or attended a school, or anything that most normal children do.

Yes, my Father is a giant prick but no, I'm not going into detail because it's really not all that interesting.

On the bright side? At least you didn't meet my real "teenage" self.

Private to Mary Margaret/Snow )


Jul. 17th, 2014 04:09 pm
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[In light of recent network posts, Souji's a little hesitant to claim ownership of that last event. He hesitates on screen for a minute, looking off to the side before his eyes flicker over to look into the camera.]

For the record, the speed dating went a lot better here than it did at home.

[He rubs the back of his neck, not quite embarrassed and not quite apologetic, then shrugs. It is what it is. No need to feel bad about it.]

It was kind of nice to see home again.

[He's been away a long time.]
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[So...about last week. It seems like some people are just ignoring it and others are kinda weirded out by it. Okay. Good. So it wasn't a dream.

Wait, shit. It wasn't a dream.]

Does this kind of bullshit happen all the time here?

[Cause he definitely remembers being a 15 year old who rode on some iron horse.]

I don't really give a fuck about the whole school whatever the hell that happened. I'm more concerned about the fucked up aging process and the fact that our memories were severely shitted on.

[He can't be the only one who is concerned about this. Right?]

02 | Voice

Jul. 17th, 2014 01:19 pm
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[No video because Tybalt is very much tired of looking human right now and doesn't want to bother with his illusions. That was embarrassing]

Does anyone else want to pretend the last week never happened?

[Short and to the point. He really, really wants to forget the last few days ever happened.]
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Now before I say anything, I want to remind you all not to shoot the messenger.

[Yes, Wonderland, the angel of light is still amongst you- and is making a rare video appearance on the network. Reasons for this will soon become apparent.]

Dean and I never saw eye to eye, but really-

[He pans the camera around as he speaks and...

Squeamish viewers will want to look away.

Dean Winchester is dead, and here is a graphic description of it )

Lucifer doesn't seem to mind sharing all this with the network without a warning. One part of a human is the same as another, right?

Instead of sounding pleased - as one might expect from a being who would like to end all humans - his voice sounds resigned.]
I suppose this is humanity for you.

03: Video

Jul. 3rd, 2014 02:08 pm
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[Bigby has looked better. His face is drawn and a bit pale. He didn't want to make this video post in the first place but he can't seem to crawl over to the closet and his stomach is killing him.]

Anyone know where I can get some Maalox? I think I .... ate something that didn't agree with me a few days ago and it... it's still kicking in there.

[There's a brief pause as he considers his words.]

Um, figuratively speaking, of course.

The room is 204 - second floor. Really would appreciate it.
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[It takes a few days for Bigby to gather his thoughts and figure out the best way to contact people. The events of the past few days have really shaken him. He is not used to having his memories manipulated and it scares him a bit to know how easily he was swayed. The following are a series of text messages Bigby sent out Friday, June 13th.]

Text to Mary Margaret )

Text to Bran )

Text to James )

Text to Dean )

Text to Natasha )

Text to Jo )
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[ bran stark has been told through all of his life that his family's curse is just that--a curse. growing up with the lidells had not been a bad life, save for a terrible fall that left him crippled from the waist down, but it was often a lonely one. while the family was big, they only had each other, and they lived that way because their curse wouldn't allow them to touch anyone who was their opposite gender, or a terrible thing would happen.

but here was the thing: for bran, it wasn't that terrible.

when he bumped into a girl in the middle of the hallway, it had only somewhat been an accident. he didn't quite recognize her, but bran was thrilled with the puff of smoke that followed, because he left his wheelchair (and his clothes) far behind. for as a raven his legs were still useless, but his wings?

his wings stretched on, catching the wind above the great house they've been spending their time in and sailing out through the windows. whoever he ran into would simply have to wonder where he'd gone, as when he was stuck as a raven? well, he could fly.

so, he does, out of the window and through the skies towards the tallest part of the mansion. he used to love to climb as a kid, and this is that but a thousand times better, and he soars through the mansion, ducking down to tug on the occasional dog's tail, feeling light and, well, free as free could be.

all that comes to an end though, and when bran feels the pull of being human again, he alights down on top of the roof. there's a poof and he's back to normal--and very stuck. he sends out a video message that shows just his face, showing a skill with the device that definitely wasn't there before today. there are six or seven ravens around him, just visible in the video feed, cawing and occasionally picking at his hair. bran seems completely unbothered by them as he speaks.]

Hullo. [ how to start this. ] I'm, um. Stuck on the roof. Would someone be able to help me?

[ how embarrassing. ]

{ this will serve as a catchall for the event! if you don't want to reply to the video post that's more than fine--just lemme know you want something different! feel free to run into him as either a raven or a person, although there isn't much "running into" to be done to a kid in a new wheelchair that i can assume he got since this is an AU event ♥. }
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[Sometime in the early afternoon, a video of a very frazzled-looking Jo makes its way to the network. Whereas her last public address showed her being accompanied by Jormy, Gabriel's beloved Jack Russell terrier, this time around?

She has a whole lot more in the way of company.

Some of the dogs that keep pushing their way into the frame are familiar, like Jormy himself and Lucky, Emma and Henry's dalmatian, but there are others who are entirely new faces, from golden retrievers to labs to border collies and, if someone were to look closely enough, even a chihuahua or two. Dogs of every size and color -- at least a couple dozen, total. She grimaces as she tries to steady her phone, trying her hardest to keep her mood from slipping despite looking incredibly harassed.]

I'm having a little bit of a problem -- I know some of these guys have to have owners somewhere.

[An invasive muzzle starts to make its way onscreen, and Jo gently takes hold of it to steer it away, along with a quiet 'Shh, don't interrupt.']

If anyone out there recognizes anyone here, feel free to come and claim them? If not-- the Wonderland stray population might be skyrocketing. I can't take care of all of them; Jormy doesn't like to share.

[And she'd never get any peace.]

Any takers?

[Action A, 6/07:]

[Even outside of events, it's not unusual to find Jo manning the bar -- she's been a permanent fixture in the place since she first arrived in Wonderland more than a year ago, though there's something distinctly different about her now. Maybe it's just that she's more cheerful than she has been lately, or maybe it's that she's much more reluctant to reach out and offer a friendly touch to friends and regular patrons alike. Regardless, she's tirelessly serving people with a smile throughout the afternoon and evening, with a few exceptions -- there are some residents of Wonderland even she can't fake it for. Anyone in need of a drink, some conversation or a dedicated bartender to lend them an ear is more than welcome.]

[Action B, 6/08:]

[Thanks to an unfortunate collision in one of the corridors earlier that day, anyone out on the grounds might spot a rough collie making her way through the gardens or running along the beach -- fortunately, she'd been able to make a break for it and flee the scene of the incident before the other party saw what happened, she's almost positive, but just to be safe, Jo will be keeping herself outdoors until she can find a way to turn herself back. Most of the time, she'll be found on her lonesome, but every now and then, she'll pick up a few hangers-on -- more dogs like those in her video two days previous, none of whom seem the slightest bit interested in letting her out of their sight.


Private to Bran Liddell )

((OOC: This post will be serving as Jo's catch-all for the event! If you would like to run into her but don't want to use one of the above scenarios, feel free to encounter her in either human or dog form anywhere in the mansion or on the grounds. Just let me know the location, date, and which form you'd prefer in the comment title!))
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[ Rhodey has been in Wonderland for a grand total of five minutes.

Five minutes.

The last thing he knew, he'd been in the Air Force base, working on his latest project. Then, suddenly and without warning, he was here, in a hallway he'd never seen before, with no knowledge of where he is or how he got here. The first thing he does is take stock of himself only to come up short -- no weapons, no wallet, no anything aside from a cellphone that was most definitely not his. He decides the best course of action is to scout out his location, because the quicker he finds out where he is, the quicker he can get home.

He'd been in Wonderland for all of of five minutes when he sees it.

Colonel James Rhodes here. I'd like to report a crime.

[ He doesn't know who he's talking to, he doesn't know if anyone can even hear him. He doesn't know there's not a police force in Wonderland, he doesn't know the dead can come back to life, he doesn't know anything about what happened or what this place does to people. But he knows he needs to report this to -- someone. Anyone who will listen. Anyone who can deal with this better than he can becase he just can't.

He's looking at the dead body of his best friend and, of all the things he'd expected to come across, this was the very last thing.

For those of you who know Tony Stark --

[ He trails off there, because he hadn't thought of what to say beyond that point, but also because he used present tense instead of using past. But he doesn't bother to correct himself -- he doesn't want to outright say that Tony's been killed. He doesn't want to cause any widespread panic or mass hysteria. He wants to keep this on the downlow because he doesn't know what will happen if he doesn't.

And so, with a good bit of mental effort, he takes his eyes off of the dead and bloodied body of his best friend to face the feed head on. He's solemn and serious and -- probably in a bit of shock, to be honest. He works past the lump in his throat to force out,

...It's important.

[ Before ending the feed. ]
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[She feels like she should have known better. If she had remembered Wonderland at all while she'd been gone, she's sure she would have known that potentially happy ending she'd landed in back in Storybrooke couldn't last. They never did, seeing as how they were a freaking myth and all. Mary Margaret and David could believe whatever they wanted, keep on being beacons of hope and perfectly content to trust that simply being on the side of good would earn them all a happy ending of some kind, but she knew better.

Just like the last time, she'd been yanked away from something good and unceremoniously dropped back into Wonderland. At least this time around, she had more in the way of friends.]

Please tell me I at least missed one of the really awful events during my trip home.

[She hates the bouncing back and forth more than anything; it's cruel, the way this place teases them with tastes of home, but if she missed out on some kind of fire-breathing monster in the process, she'll take it.]

Otherwise, I'm looking to file a complaint with the management. If they're going to toss people back and forth between worlds, they could at least provide an in-flight movie or something. Also, not really loving getting dumped in the woods this time around. Sloppy dismount, Wonderland.

[And really, just plain rude.

Anyone who happens to be outside this afternoon might catch a glimpse of Emma marching out of the forest, looking like she might have woken up in the brush or some obliging tree. She's had better days, at least, and while she's managed to brush most of the debris off of herself, there's still a few stray leaves and twigs sticking to her clothes and hair in places. Otherwise, she'll be making her way through the gardens and into the mansion itself, where people can find her in the entrance hall or, once dinnertime rolls around, sitting in the diner at her favorite booth, writing in the trusty notebook she's been maintaining since she first came to Wonderland. Keeping timelines straight means keeping a hell of a lot of notes.

Almost immediately after her arrival, she'll be sending out a number of private calls over the network:]

Private to Regina Mills: )

Private to Killian Jones: )

Private to Mary Margaret Blanchard: )

Private to Robin Hood: )

Private to Mr. Gold: )


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