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[Tohru appears on the camera in a simple blue yukata, with her hair tied back in princess braids and a wide smile on her face.]

This is really incredible! I never would have guessed we would be going to an inn this time! And it's a really good day for it too.

[There is a framed photo cradled in her arms, and she holds it out for everyone to see.]

You is the anniversary of my Mom's death. Normally I would visit her grave with my friends, and we would have lunch together...since that isn't really possible, we usually have a picnic but...for once, I'm really happy this isn't possible. I think Mom would be really happy to spend the day this way! This is something really luxurious in my world, a trip we could have never afforded, so...I think it's really special that it's happening today! It's even more meaningful.

[She really is grateful, from the bottom of her heart. This is an occasion that would normally be much more somber, but she looks like she's never been so happy about an event before.]

Ah, this might be strange, since we can't really control when events happen but...but I just wanted to say to whoever this event belongs to, um...thank you! Thank you so much!

[And Tohru bows very politely and formally at the end of the message. She can also be found around the inn, and even in the hot springs - though, anyone who finds her there will see that Mom (or rather her picture) is also present, wrapped tight in plastic so she doesn't get wet. Otherwise she will be around and enjoying herself very much. It makes her miss the Sohmas, and the trip to their family's hot springs, but it isn't similar enough and she didn't feel strange the way she did with her own event. Still, it's hard not to feel like a pampered princess with an event like this one!]
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[ The first thing the video shows is a vibrantly yellow dress, attached to a girl who is currently talking to someone else, thanking them cheerfully for being so nice about showing her how to use the communicator. Once that's done the camera turns to actually focus on her face which is lit with a bright is slightly tentative smile. ] People here are so nice! I guess it's because people get lost here a lot, huh? I'm lost, too, sort of. Not lost-lost like I'm terrified.It’s the sort of lost like when you're a little kid and you get lost in the grocery store.

[ Realizing some might not get what she means, Chuck elaborates. ]

When you’re little and lost in a store it’s an adventure. You're more curious about where to find the candy or the fancy cheese your aunts told you about than you are about where your dad went so you just kind of wander around for a while and find all kinds of neat things. But then you start missing what you can't find and you ask for help.

So this is me. Asking for help. I'd like to go home but sometimes Home is a person and not a place and for me my Home is a person. A person named Ned, specifically. He's tall and really sweet and he bakes pies and even though he doesn't like touching too much he usually looks like he really needs a hug. Ned, if you're here, I'm here too and I'm waiting for you. I'll wait for a while longer before I come looking for you myself, okay?


Mar. 24th, 2015 09:26 pm
breakthecurse: Smile - Charlie Chaplin (Even though it's breaking)
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[Tohru's memories have been very jumbled this event. She has strange memories of...piracy, that she's pretty sure aren't right. She's spent a lot of time staring down at her hands and marveling that she has both of them. She's so sure she remembers losing one...

It should have made her search easy. Every second she hasn't spent at the diner has been spent seeking out someone with only one hand. If the memory really belongs to someone else, then they're probably very alarmed that they only have one now! The right thing to do is to give it back as soon as possible, so that they don't have to worry.

...However, she's been looking for days and she hasn't come across a single person matching that description. So, she takes to the network.

Hey, uh--

[...more bluntly than usual, perhaps.]

Does anyone only have one hand? It should be a hook hand, like this!

[She curves her hand into a hook-ish shape, as though that needed clarification.]

If you do, then I have something that belongs to you! And I really want to give it back...things have been way confusing with these extra memories. But uh, if you forgot that you only have one hand, don't be too alarmed! I...think it's supposed to be that way? Maybe?

[This got awkward fast.]

Anyway, um. If anyone knows who has a memory like that, can you let me know? Thanks!

[She waves a little and ends the feed after that, seems she might be missing something too.]
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[It's been a long, long time since Angel has made an appearance of any kind over the network. Normally, that's just down to the fact that he's not a social person; certain aspects of the network devices still frustrate and elude him and it's not often that he has much to say to the mansion at large, but what he has to share now has a lot to do with the other reason he's been scarce. It's been months since he's been himself, and in the week that he's had his soul back -- or was it longer, now? -- he's been withdrawn, hidden away in a room that isn't even his own, drinking animal blood far, far away from any of the resident humans, doing what he can to wean himself back off the taste that Angelus had re-awakened in his absence.

When the feed first opens, early on Tuesday morning, it's only voice, and he sounds even grimmer than he usually has in the past. It's certainly a far cry from the biting, tongue-in-cheek cheer that Angelus had displayed.]

I know there are a lot of people here who probably don't want to hear from me anytime soon.

[It feels strange, to be preparing to apologize for something almost exactly a year after he'd played a part in bringing Tom Hanniger's rampage to an end, but he had always known that this was a possibility. Here or anywhere else, there was always a chance Angelus would get out, and it might even be worse that he had waited months to hurt anyone, that he had replaced Angel for months and done damage simply by demoralizing the people Angel himself cared about.]

And I know an apology isn't enough to make up for what's been done. The last few months, the last weeks-- [He lets out a muted noise of frustration. He's not good at this, at articulating himself, at trying to express that he wants to make things right.] I can't undo anything Angelus did. I don't expect forgiveness, or anyone's trust. It's not that simple. But I wanted people to know-- I am sorry, for what he did. I'm willing to keep my distance, stay away from anyone he might have hurt, but I also--

[He sighs.]

From here on out, I also want to offer my protection. That might not be worth anything to some of you, and that's fine, but making amends for Angelus-- [That's all he has. For a long time, now, it's seemed like that's all he ever has.] I don't know if I ever truly can, but it's my job to try and atone for what he's done, regardless. What I've done.

[But that's not the only thing he has to address the network about.]

The other thing is...

[He sighs heavily, slowly, and suddenly the video feed goes live, revealing that instead of a six-foot-plus vampire, the phone is being operated by what is most definitely a puppet. A frowning, poofy-haired, caveman-foreheaded puppet.]

This event is, uh-- it's my fault. These are my memories. [And they're really, really stupid.] I'm sorry, they're-- look, just try not to touch or look directly at any television sets. That's probably safest for everyone.

(OOC: Responses will be coming from [personal profile] smiletime! If you want action anywhere within the mansion or grounds as opposed to talking over the network, Angel can bump into your character wherever and whenever you like, just include the time and place in the header!)


Jan. 14th, 2015 06:16 pm
breakthecurse: Smile - Charlie Chaplin (You'll get by)
[personal profile] breakthecurse
Um...excuse me, but...has anyone else been having difficulty with the closets?

[Tohru is in the diner's kitchen, looking very uncomfortable to have to ask about this.]

I was trying to pull some equipment from the closets and...well...

[She bends down to pick up what the closet keeps giving her - a flintlock rifle. She's not holding it correctly at all, but she looks like she's terrified it might go off at any moment.]

I...I-I don't think this is something I can actually cook with. [Obviously not.] All I wanted was a candy thermometer--!

[Yes, poor Tohru had grand plans to try and make homemade marshmallows for the first time, with an American recipe she had found, but this is the sixth gun she's managed to pull from the closet, and there's also a small pile of 3D Maneuver Gear in the corner.

She very, very, very, very carefully sets the gun down on the counter and takes several steps away from it.

...A-Anyway! I was just, I was this something that's been happening to everyone?


Jan. 2nd, 2015 09:09 am
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[personal profile] sorta_cinderella
[Finally, Saki Hanajima can post normally! ... well, semi-normally, she's in her room with the door locked, sitting on her bed. But at least she looks normally dark and creepy, and not depressingly dark and creepy. If you know her, you know there's a difference.]

According to some, a new year has passed. I find this difficult to celebrate, as time has such a strange way of working here. It's sort of like adding rules to the insanity of Wonderland.

But I wish everyone well all the same.

Anyway... every so often, we get little stampedes of animals. Pigs, dogs, frogs lately... I was wondering if perhaps I should start this new year off with extra companionship.

What sort of pet should I get, if I could obtain one? I'd prefer one that can be black.
glumshoe: no just something in his eye (is your social worker in that horse?)
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[ This is an inauspicious start to the New Year.

Considering the tension since last event, where Will sat side by side with the friend he'd roundly denounced to Ned and, for lack of a better phrase, sat pretty while most of Wonderland's residents tore themselves apart, his and Ned's lack of communication is nothing out of the ordinary. The few times they did speak afterward were short, in the public eye, not betraying their respective secretkeeping but definitely not delving into just what Will's behavior was all about.

Still, pies continued to be delivered, baked dog snacks came. Nothing seemed irreparable, even if it didn't seem good. Will thinks it's about time he cleared the air, and sends word ahead so that, in true introvert form, Ned can prep himself for another intense, likely protracted talk.

In private. Will clarifies one text later, Will your room work? It ought to, Will's headed there.

Except, stepping inside, Will feels a certain inevitability come to pass that he maybe should have picked up from Ned's lack of response. Barren walls, stripped furniture. Like Ned's prepared to move but where the hell would he go? Unless Will's gone strictly on the verboten list and isn't in the perky pie party that gets the new address forwarded to him. But in the unlikely event that Ned is the kind of man that would leave someone behind, well. Then he wasn't who Will thought he was.

Hey, little guy - or, girl.

[ he says wearily while the English spaniel raises a cautious nose to the air. Something like her owner. A soft whine sounds. ]

Yeah, I know.

[ Not Ned, but Derby tolerates a newcomer a little bit better than the piemaker, even though she'll be missing Ned. She wouldn't be the only one. The notion dawns on Will to open a channel to the network while Derby occupies herself with skirting Will's immediate proximity. ]

It's been a while since I addressed the network.

[ "Addressed" here is an accurate term; accidental nighttime shows don't count. ]

But for those of you that knew him, Ned, our resident piemaker, has disappeared.

[ Yes, that piemaker from the diner on the eighth floor. Those of you who share the obsession with his baking have suffered a great loss, but don't let that blind you to the greater loss of Ned himself. ]

This might not mean anything, as for recent departees who've wound up right back here, I'm among their number. But I wanted to let Ned's friends know before search parties were sent abroad. Particularly a - Tohru. I'm afraid you'll have to find a temporary hire in your diner.

[ Will gets the dog, sorry. ]
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[ the face that comes upon the network today is full of smiles. wonderland, meet a young woman dressed in soft jeans and a pale blue sweater, blonde hair caught up in a ponytail. she's in the kitchen, standing upon what seems to be boxes upon boxes of ice cream. ]

-- Wonderland, I was told, how are you?

[ a moment later the smile brightens a bit more. ]

Perhaps a silly thing to ask after the hard days we have seen. I'm new to, myself but!

[ look at her being cute ]

if there is anything I've learned is that no matter where you are, there is no woe that cannot be cured by ice cream and I happen to be quite good at making it so.

[ she gestures towards the boxes. ]

I would like to invite you to try for yourself. I know this Mansion gives food away quite easily but there is no competing homemade ice cream and I happen to have made fourteen different flavors.

[ and they will stay cold and won't melt either, can you guess why? ]

I can think of no better way for me to get to know you and this land.

[ come meet the ice cream lady, wonderland. she's obviously harmless. ]
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[personal profile] nascensibility
Hello, everyone.

[A hastily-written It's back, be a dear and see if you can't locate the Vorpal Sword was the only thing scrawled across Evelyn's mirror this morning in bright-red lipstick from the opposite side, which had her justifiably concerned. Even with that in mind, Evelyn appears to the casual observer perfectly composed, a limited frame of the parlor behind her and a Super-Soldier on her left.]

As we're sure many of you are aware, there's something- [A rumpus. A manxome rumpus.] -going on through the looking glass.

[Steve is similarly composed, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he regards the broadcasting device. His Mirror had also left him a message, an even briefer it’s here, be ready, and upon conferring with Evelyn, they decided it was best to get everyone on the same page.]

I’m pretty sure we all knew that the Jabberwocky wouldn’t stay in our dreams. And I think it’s a safe bet that it won’t stay on the mirrorside for very long either.

What we are proposing is ample preparation, at worst, [she suggests carefully, wary of the sort of panic that can spawn from bad news.] As we have been gifted with a warning it would be unwise not to take advantage, and while many of us have combat experience, rushing head-on into altercations with the denizens of Wonderland’s bestiary is ill-advised.

[Which isn’t to say that a certain Captain won’t do just that, but at the moment he’s putting his best foot forward.] First of all, anyone who isn’t combat-trained for something at this level- [-which they should all be able to judge for themselves, given that they got a good look at what’s in store for them in that dream-] -should make sure they find shelter. We should barricade as many areas as we can, and Evelyn, I know you had another idea for that too… [Steve’s gaze leaves the recorder for a moment to eye her.]

In the event of emergency- [she picks up right where he's left off, tone firm,] -should our side be breached, heroics should not be endorsed. Exercise discretion. The Jabberwock cannot be killed by anything but the Vorpal Sword, and as a precautionary measure we'll be stocking the main caves beyond the cellar for evacuation purposes.

[Evelyn is not so naive to think that Steve won't be lunging through a mirror to take a stab at the creature anyway, but some people still need the reminder.

And speaking of mirrors, the one hanging on the wall behind them, formerly a glossy clean slate, is now spattered with red.

Neither of them seem to notice.

The clinic should also be stocked and prepared to service anyone who does get on the Jabberwocky’s bad side. I’m not sure who’s in charge there now, but it’d help to know that our lives are in the hands of some capable doctors.

[They may not have the Vorpal Sword (and who knows what the Queen of Hearts has done with it, but so much for thinking she might be on their side with this), but plenty of people are going to want to fight anyway. Steve can speak from experience there.]

Those of you who do plan to fight, you may as will suit up and arm yourselves now. If we’re going to fight it off, we should attack it in groups. We’ll have a way better chance of slowing it down if we work together. [There’s no place for anyone’s ego here, not now that they’re at the eleventh hour.]

...Which is easier said than done, mind, but blinding it first wouldn’t hurt our chances, [she points out, not at all keen on the idea of attacking the damnable thing but knowing the inevitability.]

Anyone who can handle ranged weapons and has fair aim on moving targets would be appreciated assets. Steve will be organizing some groups, I’m leaving that to him, but assistance with supplies and munitions collection wouldn’t go amiss.

[Should things get exceptionally bad - as in, ‘closets stop working’ bad - it’s best to stock up while they can.]

I know that the odds are against us, here, but let’s not forget that there’s only one of it and a whole lot of us. If we coordinate on this, we stand a chance. [Steve has to believe that. They’re not going to survive this if they go into it assuming that they’re already dead.] If anyone wants to volunteer to contribute to the cause, we’ll need all the help we can get. You can contact either one of us.

[There’s a small look exchanged, as if they’re quietly making sure they’ve covered everything. They nod to each other and then Steve reaches forward to cut the feed.]

[ OOC: Russet is Evelyn and blue is Steve! They will be responding together to each reply. Posting order A -> B -> C. ]
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[Welcome to a feed of the diner, where Souji is standing behind two pyramids carefully constructed from cheeseburgers (there's also a plateful of Christmas cookies, but they're shoved off to the side because Mansion made those, not Souji). He's looking at them in bemusement, as though he's only just now realized just how many he's actually made.

He's wearing a pale pink apron that probably actually belongs to Tohru. In the background, he's already dragged out the Colonel and decked him out with a Santa Hat and string of lights.

After a few seconds, he shrugs and looks at the camera, noticing it's on. Well, that decides it.]

I'd like to propose a trade. [As though this was his plan the whole time.] A cheeseburger for a Christmas gift idea.

[OOC Note: Souji will be about 5 due to cookies from 12/13-12/15. I'm including a top level catch all thread for anyone who wants to interact with him during those dates. This will probably be the only time he'll ever be shorter than most of the other residents of the Mansion.]
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[Cecil is pretty used to nightmares, even community-wide nightmares, but this one should probably be addressed.]

Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. Wonderland.

Are we safe from Jabberwocks? No way. )


Nov. 23rd, 2014 06:38 pm
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[personal profile] sorta_cinderella
Avoid the eighth floor at all times if possible.

If you live there, I deeply apologize. The further you get away from me, the better you'll feel.

That goes to all of you.

Until this ends, do not see me.

Yes, Tohru, you too.

[The event has her powers uncontrollable - which means she can hear everyone's emotional waves, as if there was a whole stadium full of loud, screaming people in her head. And the waves are also being sent back unwillingly - which means psychic mind attacks. These can range from feeling like you got a static shock, to feeling intense pain all over your mind and body. Those on the eighth floor, if they can get near her, will probably hear her moaning in agony.



Nov. 12th, 2014 09:10 am
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 [Last time Saki Hanajima was on the network, she was screaming and crying about a vampire who killed and tortured her. Then she went missing because the same vampire killed and tortured her again. Then she was freed, but remained locked up in her room.

So. It's been a bad autumn.

When she chooses to address the network, she looks disheveled, her hair all over the place, her clothes shabby and wrinkled, has she even bathed or eaten in a while? She doesn't speak for a long time. It almost makes you wonder why she bothered doing this, but then she finally opens her mouth.

Death isn't permanent here. For those who didn't know.

It just takes you a little longer to wake up each time.

... I'm not sure what to do. I'm not... sure, why I'm here. But I guess no one really does.

We have no choice but to accept things. 


Nov. 3rd, 2014 12:41 am
breakthecurse: A Better Son/Daughter - Rilo Kiley (Awake but cannot open my eyes)
[personal profile] breakthecurse
[It took two days for Tohru to heal and awaken, which is at least one more day than many people might have expected of her. Tragically, she was killed once before though, and this is her second death, and thus requires an additional day.

Late at night on November 1st, air rushes into Tohru's lungs and she jolts awake, sitting upright as adrenaline courses through her. But Angelus is gone, and she is alone in her room. She touche her neck gently, expecting it to hurt, but the wound has healed. She is alive again, though she is sticky from the blood she had been laying in and more than a little shaken.

She keeps to herself for much of the day on the 2nd, still unsure of how okay she truly is. Death is always...difficult, for many reasons. It leaves her thinking about a lot of difficult things. She spends much of the night talking to her mother's picture, seeking imaginary comfort from it. She showers and washes all the blood from her hair, and exchanges her sheets for clean ones because something about the mundaneness of making her bed is calming.

It is a while before she can approach the network without trembling, but eventually she does. At first she isn't certain what she wants to say, or how much she wants to reveal to the public at large, but...she feels she should say something. Her usual energy is gone, and she's quieter today. Upon reflection, she realizes there's really only one thing she wants to say at all.

Um...hello everyone. I...I-I just wanted to, ah.

[She looks down at the floor.]

I just wanted...I wanted to thank whoever moved me, a-and put me in my bed. Thank you very much. I don't know who you are, was really kind of you.

[That's all. She shuts off the feed after that. Video replies as well as action threads are welcome - she'll be keeping to her room today, and then returning to the diner by the 4th.]
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[Filtered Away from Angelus]

[The feed opens up in a very matter of fact sort of voice.]

So, a little less than a weke in Wonderland and I already got to live in some sort of Twilight Zone town for a bit. That was a thing. But not the thing I'm here to talk about. Why yes, I'm aware I've been here before and no I don't remember it. But for those who don't know me I'm Cordelia Chase and I have a message/warning for the people here.

So there's this guy from my world, Angel. He's the big dumb hero type with the world's largest forehead and he tends to use a little too much hair gel. I don't know how long he's been here in Wonderland but the guy who you all think is Angel? Yeah, that's Angelus, and he is a not a good guy. Sociopathic bloodsucker is more like it.

See, vampires in my world don't have souls, typically. But Angelus pissed off the wrong set of gypsies and he got cursed with one hence Angel -- but when he experiences a moment of true happiness the curse breaks and he goes back to his much more evil form. That must of been what happened even if I can't figure out what or who could given him perfect bliss.

The point is if you see Angel? You need to run, he will torture you, he will kill you, and he's extremely dangerous. Until we get a soul back in him he's a threat to everyone.

Speaking of that -- are there any witches I can talk to? If only Willow were here -- she actually knows the spell but we have to do with what we have sometimes.
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Ok, I'll try and keep this short and sweet. There should have been a little gift outside your door in the form of chocolate with a nifty logo on it.

[A task that would have been ridiculously annoying if she hadn't had help in the form of one Percy Jackson.]

Since I've been here for like 6ish months, and it's clear I'm not going home any time soon - I figured I might as well do something semi-productive.

[No, this has absolutely nothing to do with her recent death - nope. Not at all.]

Coffee shop's open for business on the 1st floor. You can't miss it - it's right next to the training center so stop in and get your java fix sometime. Also, I guess if people want to help out, I def won't say no.

[It's not like it's a legit legit business with paperwork and things like paychecks. Makes things way less messy that way.]

One more thing before I forget - if I'm not around, I don't object to people doing their own thing as long as you don't burn it down or break everything and leave a mess in your wake. That happens and I'll find you and I will kick your butt. Don't think that I won't. Because I will.

[Or she'll call for back-up to do the butt kicking. DETAILS.]

I'll be here hanging out so stop in and say hi. We also have pie courtesy of Ned, so that's a thing. There's also non-caffeinated drinks like tea and decaf if caffeine isn't your thing.

Oh!If anybody's up for it, I'm totes looking for guinea pigs to test coffee things out on so just let me know if you're game.

[And with that that, she ends the feed and returns to setting up various colored coffee mugs behind the bar.]
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[personal profile] wordvomit
[Well into October, Ned starts to feel grim
A reminder of Autumn's old pang eats at him
The leaves changing colors, red, yellow and brown
Serve to bring the resident Pie Maker down
But what is the reason? you ask, mildly wary
A dislike of ghosts, or something more scary?
Perhaps a less silly approach, if you please
Halloween's on its way, and the facts are these:

When Ned was nine years, thirty-four weeks, seventeen minutes and four seconds old, he received the one and only postcard he would ever get from his father while attending the Longborough School for Boys in North Thrush. It came on Hallow's Eve, a holiday ripe for the picking by children decked up as witches and warlocks, ghouls and goblins - but the only thing more terrifying than the idea of whatever mythical creatures might be lurking in the dark was the pre-printed message on the back of the postcard: We've moved.

Young Ned tracked the origins of the postcard to a small house in a pleasant neighborhood, bedecked with festive decorations and Jack-O-Lanterns. Dressed as a ghost in a sheet he sought to ascertain his wayward father's whereabouts and, hopefully, come home. But what emerged from the little white door in the front was not a welcoming party, but his father with two new sons and a brand-new wife, preparing for an evening of Trick-or-Treating.

The last thing Ned's father said to him was a genial Happy Halloween as he handed the boy dressed as a ghost a Honeycomb Chew and walked away with his family - for the first time that evening Ned felt as though he were one with his chosen costume.

...okay. So. I didn't want to have to make an announcement, but since there's been an increase in requests for...thematically seasonal pies, I'm putting up a list outside the diner and on the network.

[The list itself reads, in perfectly legible script:

Chess Pie
Pecan Pie
Apple-Cranberry Pie
Tart Cherry Pie
Dutch Apple Pie
Triple-Pear Pie
Sweet Potato Pie
Maple Cream Pie

Observant residents may note that pumpkin does not appear on Ned's list, as he is vehemently opposed to everything that it stands for. Out of frame a dog whines, and the Pie Maker stoops to pat Derby on the head before continuing.

I know we have the- uh, capacity and ability to have all kinds of fresh fruit year-round- [And not just because he can touch dead things and bring them back to life.] -but it's kinda how we do things at The Pie Hole,' I'm doing them here. I also know it's pretty easy to ask the kitchen to give you a slice of pie, but I thought I might offer lessons in case anyone...wanted to learn. How to bake.

[There is a long, awkward pause before he decides he's had enough social interaction, and cuts the feed.]
breakthecurse: Smile - Charlie Chaplin (When there are clouds in the sky)
[personal profile] breakthecurse
[Tohru is so tired already.

Admittedly, she hasn't been attempting to solve the riddle. Tohru has never been very good at puzzles, and the riddle is really confusing for her. That's not what's made Tohru so tired though.

No, Tohru is tired because everyone who usually works in the diner has been swapped with their Mirror selves, leaving her alone and very seriously understaffed. The reasonable answer to this would be to close the diner, but Tohru can't bring herself to do it - she knows a lot of people appreciate the diner, and that the best thing she can do to help when things are going wrong is to try and keep at least one thing as normal as possible. It doesn't feel right to completely close the diner unless the diner really cannot be accessed or used safely.

So, ever since everyone swapped, Tohru has been trying to run things alone, and she's exhausted. Her network device catches her bustling back and forth between the kitchen and the dining area, trying to juggle taking orders and cooking them. She's trying to make up for her tiredness by running around twice as fast, it seems, but it's noticeable that she hasn't been getting enough rest. Tohru's never been one to complain though.

Anyone is welcome to visit the diner - even Mirrors. Tohru won't turn anyone away, no matter who they are. However, Tohru also wouldn't refuse a helping hand, if anyone wanted to offer it.
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[personal profile] intelligently
Considering that it's obvious that not everyone is from the same type of place, and about half of everyone here didn't know about any kind of magic before getting here- ( It's okay, neither did she ) -it would be interesting to know exactly what there is, and what's possible in worlds. When things get brought here knowing about it first could be useful.

And before anyone asks, no- it's not going personal. I don't care whether you're part of any of the questions just what you already knew and what's possible. It's from a science perspective.

( Which she will tell you about if you actually ask because no many people care about Wonderland physics )

Where are you from?
When are you from?
Did you already know about:
    Supernatural creatures? ( e.g. nazi vampires )
    Other non-human things? ( e.g. gods )
    Resurrecting the dead?
    Reality altering?
    Alternate/pocket dimensions?
    Something 'unusual' not specified?
( Yes, half of that list is also magic related but specific can be very helpful )

So fill it out. And yes, giving examples would actually be helpful. Any questions?

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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 )


Aug. 12th, 2014 07:41 pm
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[The feed is initially dark and grainy, showing not a whole lot of anything, though there is sound. Specifically, the sound of someone taking a few steps, tripping, and falling over with a surprised sound that's not quite dignified.]


[As the unfortunate new comer starts to right himself, his hand jostles against the device and closes around it automatically. The camera angle changes as the device is turned over, inspected, and then a very surprised and confused face appears on the feed.

Kaneki is pretty average looking, except for the eye patch. Right now, he's a bit scuffed, dusty, and what little can be seen in the faint light from the screen shows he's in the caves. He fumbles the device for a moment before he manages to hold it steady.]

Er... I think I'm in a hole...somehow. I don't know if there's anyone around or if I have reception at all but if there is someone...

[He offers a smile that's equal parts embarrassed, apologetic, and nervous, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. Actually, maybe he's more nervous than the other two.]

I could use a hand, if there is.
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[ Robin doesn't use his device too terribly often; not because he doesn't understand how to use it - he's caught on well by now - but he'd still much prefer to speak with someone in person, unless of course they really only need to ask something briefly of each other. It serves a purpose, he won't deny that.

And today, he's decided to step outside of his comfort zone and deviate from how he normally conducts himself, posing a few questions and observations to anyone who might be listening.

He's in the dining room at the moment, giving some thought as to what he wants to eat, and his face is rather perfectly centered as he speaks. ]

Before my arrival here in Wonderland, I had a brief stay in a small village by the name of Storybrooke. Everyone frequented Granny's diner, so I presume the food was extraordinary there, but I regretfully didn't have much time to sample it all.

[ He thinks for a moment, trying to remember some of the menu items: ]

I enjoyed the burger I was able to try, and the grilled cheese.

I was curious about something called buffalo wings. Does anyone know much about the buffalo? It must be rather small, based on its wing structure.

[ He's familiar with chickens, and the meat that comprises burgers, but buffalo is something new to him. ]

I've come to understand there's a particular type of food unique to diners, and while this place isn't a diner in the strictest sense, we can certainly acquire any of the food normally found there. I'm not sure what I should try. Any suggestions?
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[It's evening when Angel's message reaches the network. There's a brief pause after the feed initially opens, an incredibly faint hint of background noise filling in the gap while the speaker searches for words -- a low humming picked up from the sounds of the birds and crickets going about their business in the garden.]

Cordelia Chase is no longer here in Wonderland. She had friends here. I thought-- they'd want to know.

[Admittedly, he didn't know who she was close to beyond him. They never talked about that kind of thing, but it was important that anyone else who cared about her know that she was no longer with them. They deserved that, even if he didn't know them well enough to give the message personally.]

If you knew her, she probably appreciated you more than you realize.

[That's just the kind of person she is. A big, big heart to match that thousand-watt smile of hers.]

That's all.

[The feed ends abruptly. He never was good with public addresses.]


[With dark having fallen, Angel can be found out in the garden beyond the mansion, seated on one of the benches there and hunched over, his eyebrows drawn downwards as his mouth settles into a determinedly flat line, pensive. Pensive Face is pretty standard for him, but there's something more to it now, a little extra hunch to his shoulders, his usual level of brooding upgraded to Brooding with a capital B.

Her disappearance has hit him hard, for a thousand different reasons, most of which he's not sure he can articulate.

Anyone who passes by and looks closely enough might see that he's holding a piece of jewelry in his hands -- a locket, which he turns over and over without rest, even when he directs his gaze elsewhere, tirelessly repeating the same seemingly meaningless routine as he mulls over what this disappearance means. For Cordelia. For him.

He can't say he knows for sure what she's going back to. Death, but more than that. The Powers always had bigger plans for her, and somehow the uncertainty makes everything worse. All he knows that her leaving again--

He's lost her so many times now. Failed her just like he's failed everyone else, but somehow this is so much more painful. He feels defeated. Nobody trusted him or believed in him the way Cordelia did, but he's never been able to protect her. Not the way he ought to.]


Jul. 2nd, 2014 04:59 pm
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 So now that the latest chaos is over, so comes the next stage... The 'comfort' after. I'd like to take the reigns this time, if I may.

[Saki Hanajima is in her room, the device laying against a mirror. She's painting her nails black, taking her time with each finger.]

In Japan, we have a celebration called Tanabata. You write your wishes on paper, and hang them from a bamboo tree. Then the tree and wishes are burnt, sending them off to be granted.

[She pauses to blow air on her pinky finger.]

It's celebrated on the seventh day of the seventh month... I'll take care of the arrangements. I'm sure we all have wishes.

[She waves her hand, another attempt to dry them.]

Hm... I wonder if this means someday Orihime and Hikobishi will arrive... We have so many western fairy tale characters, it seems a tad uneven.

06 | voice

Jun. 23rd, 2014 12:30 pm
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It's been nice lately, and since something just happened I thought it would be a good idea to do something before the next disaster.

[ Definitely over stating things but it only took one word rather than 'crazy event that is crazy and inexplicable' ]

There's a great beach if you walk a little bit out from the mansion. It would be nice if we all got together and just did something - enjoy a day of doing something normal. [ Normal to her and anyone that would know what a beach party was. Obviously. Everyone else should come learn and have fun ]

Maybe bring a picnic and... whatever it is you'd want to do? There's probably enough room if anyone set up a game of something. [ Cliched beach volleyball anyone? ] We should enjoy doing something. And it'd be a nice way to get to know more of the people here - instead of running into them when something bad happens. I was thinking it could happen in the next few days?

( ooc; beach log over here!! everyone go crazy )
breakthecurse: Smile - Charlie Chaplin (When there are clouds in the sky)
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Um...excuse me?

[Tohru has been debating this post for a very, very, very long time. She felt very strange when she woke up on Friday, but it wasn't until she saw all of the flocks and herds of animals that something really felt off. Given how crowded Wonderland is, it wasn't long before people were bumping into each other and Tohru was having heart palpitations. It's her event.

It's the...the curse! The Something Curse! She can't think of the name and it's not coming no matter how hard she tries, but it's the Sohma family's curse! And she swore she would never, ever tell anyone their secret! But...

...But there are a lot of people unaffected by the event and worried about their friends and loved ones, who are suddenly animals sometimes. It doesn't feel right to withhold that information, and she's still not really sure what she's going to say, but...she feels like something needs to be said. Like she needs to claim responsibility for the event somehow, as though she made it happen on purpose or did something that forced it to happen.

H-Hello. name is Tohru Honda and I, um, well...

I think...I think that maybe this event. It might...I-I think it's from my world. I'm really sorry, everyone!

[She turns off the camera very quickly after that. People can reply to the video OR she's also available for action in the diner.]
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[Cecil's newest broadcast is accompanied by much meowing and the pitter patter of little feets. Cecil, however, sounds quite upset, energetic and generally determined. More like he's at some kind of political rally than doing a radio broadcast.]

At what point is enough enough? At what point is it time to rise up and demand change? At what point does one simply have too many cats? Wonderland.

.-. .. ... . | ..- .--. | -. .. --. .... - | ..- .- .-.. . )
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Private Audio to Cordelia Chase )

Private Text to Tohru Honda )


[The gnawing hunger has been mounting since the early morning hours. Usually, it's easy enough to sate -- after decades upon decades of almost nothing but animal blood, he still misses the genuine article, but aside from taste, there isn't much difference. As long as it's something red, it's enough to stop his hunger in its tracks.

Except, apparently, today.

It's puzzling at first. The first two glasses of pig's blood go down easy, but he feels just as empty as he did before. A third and fourth don't make any difference, either. Whereas he's normally self-conscious about risking letting other people see him drink, the painful and unsatisfied hunger is enough to push him not to care. For the first half of the first day, he'll he be in the kitchen, drinking glass after glass of pig's blood until he finds himself forced to move onto larger containers, lidded plastic buckets like the ones he gets from the butcher's shop back home. Before long, he stops caring about his appearance, too -- any blood that manages to get on his face or clothes is left where it is instead of being wiped away -- anything to keep the blood coming faster.

He continues on like this until he realizes that it's not pig's blood he's hungry for. It's the scent of the humans in the mansion that's most telling. Most days, he can swallow it down and resist, push through the temptation and do things the way he always does.

Today, they just smell... tastier.

During the daylight hours, he's limited to the mansion, but will be making every effort to stay away from highly populated areas, mostly keeping to the basement or trying to hide himself away in one of the tearooms. At night, he'll move himself outdoors, trying to get as far from the mansion as possible, moving towards the edge of the forest or trying to intentionally get himself lost in the hedge maze.]


May. 1st, 2014 09:02 pm
breakthecurse: A Better Son/Daughter - Rilo Kiley (And your mother's still calling you)
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[This post is coming from outside in the gardens, low to the ground. It’s a beautiful spring day, the sky is very blue, and Tohru Honda is uncharacteristically all in black, though she still seems at least somewhat cheerful. Saki Hanajima is there as well -- it looks like they’re having a picnic.]

Ah, hello everyone. [And she gives a very tiny wave.] I just wanted to let everyone know that I won’t be in the diner today. You see, um --

[There’s some brief fumbling of the camera and a tiny "Excuse me, Hana? Can you hold Mom up, please?". After a moment, a picture appears in view, held up very steady.]

This...this is my mom, Kyoko Honda. She was an amazing and strong, and the most kind and wonderful person I’ve ever known. She raised me all by herself and made the best out of everything life threw her way. If she were here right now, I’m sure she would try and beat up whoever brought us here, and say something like “Who the hell do you think you are kidnapping me and Tohru and Hana and everyone else to this freaking dump?!” or something along those lines. Though, that might be left over from her Red Butterfly days…

[Tohru tried her best Kyoko voice there, but she’s just not capable of that level of intimidation.]

One can never forget the blazing glory left from her motorcycle flapping away in the night…

Anyway, my mom...time is strange here, but counting the time I’ve been here she died three years ago today. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to honor her death last year, because it fell during an event, and I know we can’t go and visit her grave properly, but it doesn’t feel right to not do anything on this day. And I’m really fortunate to have Hana here this time as well!

[And Tohru moves the camera to give Hana some spotlight. Hana makes a peace sign.]

So, um. I’ll be busy today. But I’ll be back in the diner tomorrow! I’m sure everything will be okay without me. Thank you very much for understanding.

Of course, should anything happen to your precious diner, I’m sure the perpetrators would be punished severely…

[And with that, Tohru waves bye to the camera, and gently encourages Hana to do the same before she shuts it off.]

[ooc: Responses will come from either Tohru or Hana (or both!) since they’re having a picnic together.]
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[Tohru is broadcasting from the diner. It's all set up very deliberately, as this is an on-purpose post and not an accidental one or anything like that, and Tohru is standing behind the counter, wearing her little pink polaroid camera around.]

Hello everyone! I hope you're all doing well.

[And she gives a very tiny little wave.]

Ah, I had two things I wanted to say. I'll try to be quick though. Um, first...I've been practicing a little more at baking, and I wanted to try decorating cookies, so...I have a lot left over here in the diner, if anyone would like some.

[She reaches out and tilts the camera down so everyone can see two platters of cookies on the counter, in fruit and flower shapes. They actually turned out very well! After everyone's gotten a good look, she tilts the camera back up to where it was and smiles. She pulls a photo album out from under the counter and holds it up so it can be seen. ]

And the other thing I wanted to say was that, well. A lot of new people have come to Wonderland recently, it seems! Ah, hello, by the way - my name is Tohru Honda and it's nice to meet you, if you're watching. But, since people come and go very often, I've been trying to keep a photo album so we'll have something to remember people by when they do leave Wonderland. I only started it a couple of months ago, but I would like to try and take everyone's picture at some point, if that's okay. Um, it's also good for seeing who else has been here in the past, or at least I hope it will be when it's been here long enough. I know it isn't much but...its something I can do to help, so I'd like to keep it going as long as I possibly can!

[By the end of that, she looks very determined! She's not much of a fighter or anything like that. She isn't very strong physically, but she can take pictures and keep a record and make cute cookies! And everyone should be doing everything they can, right?]

So, um. If you'd like to have your picture taken, or if you'd like any cookies, please stop by the diner. It's in the first room on the eighth floor. Thank you very much and have a nice day!

[She gives another little wave, and the camera clicks off.]

[ooc: Hey guys! If you want to be in the Photo Album but would rather handwave it please comment over here and I'll add your character to the post! Tohru is in the diner really often, and she isn't shy about asking people she doesn't know very well, so you do NOT have to have CR with Tohru in order to be in the photo album!]


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