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[The voice on the radio network this time is different. A bit like Cecil's--the same magnetism, the same charisma--but different. Much cheerier, for one thing.]

The tragedy of spiders is that their kisses are poisonous to humans. Welcome...to Desert Bluffs.

Unfulfilled? )

002; Video

Oct. 24th, 2013 08:19 pm
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[Angeal has noticed something strange going on on the other side of the mirror, things that haven't quite done much on their side, but with previous experiences, one thing there must affect the other in some way, right?

Which is why to him, it seems like a good idea to get in touch with his friends, and some of the others he had met here in the time he has been around. Which is what leads to this post. he could have always contacted them privately of course, but there are questions on his mind from a current project taking place.]


There's a project I've been helping with- Tom's shed, near the greenyard. One of the questions I heard while were were starting was that this place does not let anything we build stay up.

Can anyone confirm or deny that?

[And, as an afterthought to his friends.] Zack, Genesis, Sephiroth... why don't you guys come down to the dining room? Let's talk.

[Which means he isn't interested in just talking over the network, if it can be helped. Even after so long here it was hard to lose a SOLDIER's sense of wariness.]
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[The Lorax isn't too great with technology, obviously. He's never aimed a camera in his life, outside of peering into his communicator to make messages. But this time he's trying to make a point, so the first image you get is a shaky shot of red and orange leaves. It holds on this image until a breeze loosens a single leaf and the camera pans to follow it as it spins and swirls to the ground.

After a moment, the Lorax turns the camera around to show his own face and he gives a lukewarm smile.]


So, it's that time of year. Normally the trees are getting sleepy, back home. These ones aren't quite so quiet, though. Not that I'm surprised or anything, since they aren't anything like the ones I'm used to. They're definitely going through the motions on the outside, though.

[There's an awkward pause, and then he just sort of laughs, though the tone is melancholy.]

I'm not sure why I made this. I'm probably one of the only ones around here who gets all sorry during the Fall. Maybe the only one. But that's okay, haha.

[And with that awkward sort of ending, he turns off the feed.]
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[The video opens simply: Sephiroth, a cup of coffee, and a book. It's a quiet Sunday morning, at least for the General, and one that sees him inclined to reminiscence over recent events and acquaintances both.]

The weekend last was one of the more... interesting interesting I have had. Though it still troubles me at how easily this place can provide us with memories that seem so complete, a lifetime's-worth in the blinking of an eye. What power is that, truly? And why?

[Though it is probably clear that the General's words are more of idle speculation than the active seeking of an answer; they are questions he knows have probably been asked before, and to no satisfactory answer. In fact, that this even comes so long after— nearly a full week— speaks mostly to idle speculation rather than serious investigation.]

But that aside... Mister Villiers? I may not be your model here, but I would wish to keep your acquaintance.

Aslan, a word on how you fared? I do not recall stories of a super-powered lion at large in the cityscape. [Yes, that is as weird to say as you think it is.] And Miss Kirigiri, you as well.

[Cloud he knows is okay; he had seen the blond's posting earlier. But of Angeal or Genesis he has not had word – nor does he know how to ask. It is better left quiet, he thinks; some wounds need time, more than anything, to heal. But he cannot let it go every time under that excuse; they are— or were at one point— both his men. Sephiroth does feel something of responsibility in regard to them— though some of that responsibility is less personal and more the clinical detachment of a superior officer over his command.] Hewley, Rhapsodos... I would be curious to learn what roles our city gave you both.

[And lastly, but most importantly:] Zack, a few moments of your time, as you will.


[ooc: hiatus end!]
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[This time the smooth, sonorous tones of Cecil's voice come to you not over the network but over the PA system. Did Wonderland have a PA system before? Well, it does now. Cecil has even managed to use radio wizardy to make his voice not sound all tinny and horrible like with usual high school PA systems. Because a voice like this should never be distorted.]

A world lost in time. A citizenry lost in space. A whisper lost in an empty room. A student body that has lost all their uniforms. Welcome...to Wonderland.

super night vale level news program )
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[It's an hour or two after midnight, and Genesis is on the school roof. There are fences around it-- possibly to deter anyone from doing something drastic. But really... anyone athletic enough could climb up and over them. And Genesis seems to be the right fit with his tall, built physique. He doesn't look like he's about to do anything to those fences so far, though. Instead, he's seated on the floor of that rooftop, looking out and beyond.]

Secrets. Truly, there must be some terrible enough to drive people to kill. I can see the reasoning behind that. Not all secrets are things that can be brushed aside once they're spilled. Sometimes it's keeping that secret that allows us to stay ourselves.

Ah, but nevermind that.

I have a question that has been on my mind for a while. Tell me... have you ever forgiven yourself of something you believe is truly unforgivable?

[Genesis will remain there on the rooftop until sunrise. He can very well be a sitting duck for anyone who wants to kill to keep their secret. But if he'll allow it is something different.]
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[What's a radio announcer to do in a place that has no radio and, worse still, no news updates?]

[Well, do the news, of course.]


Is this place a prison, or a sanctuary? You could ask the same about life itself. You could ask the same about many things. Welcome...to Wonderland.

Play us in, Disparition. )
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[ This isn't an announcement he wants to make.

Zack knew it could happen -- knew it probably would happen -- but it still hurts. He has to wait a good hour before he can actually keep it together enough to click on his device. ]


...Aerith is gone.

[ Just like that. Somehow, Wonderland seems so much dimmer in her absence. It's a minor miracle that he manages to keep his voice steady. ]

Her room is empty so I guess...that means she went home.

[ An awkward pause, then- ]

I'm sorry.

[ With that, he cuts off the feed. ]

✑ one

Jul. 10th, 2013 12:09 am
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I do believe the French have coined a phrase for it. Folie à plusieurs, madness, shared by many. It seems entirely improbable considering the circumstances where several of you have found their way to this establishment. [ He's glancing behind him, towards a towering window in a hallway he's found. ] As unlikely as it seems that so many of us share a delusion in which we've been abducted from a familiar place and set here, perhaps it's best to accept such a fact. The alternative... [ Being that they are here, that this is actually something that's happening. ] Is more so.

I would like to ask a question of those who have found their way to this mansion. Did you recall what happened when you lost sight of your own existence? Was there an event that triggered the occurrence? Perhaps a particular food that you've never tried before. [ He's determined to understand this, to analyze their surroundings and what they mean. Certainly there's a symbolism, a common ground that's caused them to find themselves here. ]

And speaking of food, is there a kitchen available? According to this leaflet I've found in my assigned room, there's apparently not a possible way out. I figure I would make the most of my time in a productive manner.
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[You have all seen this before- the start of a recording done entirely on accident. This one seems to have a different sort of edge to it, however- a quick movement, the device flipping, sky and land changing places until the com settles onto the grass. Heavy labored breathing, wheezes of pain by something obviously not human can be heard, accompanied by the shot of a long grey body, riddled with wounds.

Then against that gray body fell an arm clad almost completely in red, accented with a few touches of silver: a familiar sight to those who know of the First Class SOLDIERs who existed alongside Sephiroth before everything went to hell. Neither of the two figures were fully in the screen, obviously unaware of it being turned on. Actually, the feed could be a little uncomfortable to watch with its weird, twisted angle. But in any case, the feed wasn’t silent for long.

The red leather-clad hand is gently running its fingers against the gray body, as if soothing it.]


Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess,
we seek it thus and take to the sky.
Ripples form on the water’s surface,
the wandering soul knows no rest.


... what have I done to you, my friend? Is this punishment for my sins now? To behold you this way...?

The fates are truly cruel. Yet I am certain I deserve this for what I had done.

[He falls silent then, and his fingers curl against the creature’s skin as if overcome with grief. The feed turns off a moment after that.]

((ooc: If you wish to come across the two in person, there's a log for them over here!))

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