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[personal profile] ribboning
[ Here, mansion, have a wistful-sounding voice. ]

If... If you could make a wish, a wish for anything, [ There's a pause, as if the girl is shifting her stance, or wringing her hands. ] what would it be? Anything you can think of. But-- But there might be a cost, a really big one. Something dangerous.

Would you do it? What would you want?

( text )

Aug. 20th, 2013 05:47 pm
ahousedivided: Serious business? You're going to an opening of a new cupcake store. (We got serious business to attend to.)
[personal profile] ahousedivided
hello this is america. river tauught me to use this to write letters on the screen. she is gone now. lots of pals are gone now. it is saddening. i hope they are happy where ever they have gone.

that is not why i write today thow. i am informing you that the vendors will not take memories from the last event because they are ****** (use expletive of choice i could not decide). this is not how capitalism works. you do not understand supply and demand queen of wonderland. you are going to have worse invlation than the southern states. i have some quality fake memories these should be worth at least a blt or a hundred dollar confederate note.

worthless. being english is so worthless. it is now fact.

i have brushed my teeth so hard that my gums are bleeding but i am now confident ive cleansed the posh ugly accent out of my mouth.

does anyone want my memories from the last few days i sure dont.

they are free.

i am giving them away for free this is a bargain please take them.
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[personal profile] hannibal
[ he hasn't spoken much on the network since his arrival, but the arrival had been somewhat of a surprise enough for this particular doctor. he's taken it upon himself to become more acquainted with Wonderland, particularly the kitchens and the cupboards, consistently keeping himself occupied by creating things in the kitchens.

as of right now, he can be seen in the library, legs crossed as he glances down into the device, the thought striking him: ]

I feel as though this place would benefit from my services. I have heard from many individuals who seem to be ...unhappy. Perhaps slightly unstable. Depressed, anxious. One would think in our surroundings, these feelings would be compounded.

If you wish to seek professional help in the form of a counselor, please do allow me to be of assistance. I'm a trained forensic psychiatrist. Considering the circumstances, and an unfortunately bleak future regarding returning home, I would like to set up a practice here in Wonderland. As of now, our sessions would be either in the library; if you would care for a more private setting I would be more than happy to offer my living arrangement as an office environment as well.

Feel free to either reach me here, or if you would care to, you may leave a message for me at any time and I will be happy to set up an appointment for us both. [ he smiles, briefly, the action spreading thin over his lips. ] Thank you.

( ooc: for the event, this hannibal has never met will graham. so hardly any fear or trepidation in picking up new patients. )
justlove: Be Calm - fun. (One day I'm gonna die)
[personal profile] justlove
[If there's one thing that Blaine's learned, it's that every minute of every day is filled with choices. And for most people, the majority of those choices come easily to them. When it comes down to choosing between whether to heat up a frozen dinner for one or to whip up a batch of macaroni and cheese, most people have no problem deciding between the two.

But for Blaine, things are a little bit different. If he feels like cooking for himself, he has to make sure he has enough time to devote to the entire process: the process that starts with gathering the necessary ingredients and cooking supplies, and also familiarizing himself with the layout of the room he's in.

All of this takes some time, and a simple thing like making scrambled eggs for breakfast ends up becoming quite the endeavor. But the way he sees it, he has nothing but time on his hands, and what's three minutes or thirty when there's no appointments or classes to rush off to?

So, after the lengthy process of making sure everything he needed was prepared and within easy reach, Blaine settles back to wait for the stove to finish heating up to the proper temperature. He doesn't go very far away, because causing a fire this early wouldn't be great for anyone. He stays near enough that he can still feel the heat rising from the stove, working off instinct to tell when it's hot enough to cook the eggs that are sitting in a bowl to the right of the pan.

But in the meantime, he's just going to see if anyone's awake and in the mood for conversation, so he fiddles with his communication device until it flips to the video function. He manages this fairly well, only fumbling once or twice as the buttons prove difficult. It's something he's gotten used to, though, remembering which button he needs to push to get the function that he wants, but sometimes, he doesn't mesh well with technology. At least today, it seems to be cooperating.]

Morning. [He smiles in the direction of the screen.] It feels like it's going to be a nice day, doesn't it?

[He can't really tell by looking, of course, but there's something in the air that makes him feel like today's going to turn into a pleasant one.]

Listen, I'm going to be in the kitchen for awhile if anyone wants to stop by. You might even get some food out of it if you do.

[He's cooking for more than one person, because in his experience, the smell of food acts as quite the powerful lure, and really, it's a win/win all around. They get fed, he gets some company for a little while, and if they hit it off, an enjoyable conversation might end up happening.

And if they don't hit it off, well, sometimes that happens too. But whether they get along or not, it's not about that for him. Having someone else around to talk to, even if they're the grouchiest person on earth, really helps Blaine out in ways he never thought possible.

He puts on a brave face most of the time, but not being able to see definitely has its pitfall moments. He's come a long way in terms of taking care of himself, but the adjustment part of things is something he has to wrestle with on a daily basis.]
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[personal profile] repentant
[When the video pops on, a very happy and already buzzed Oliver is there grinning like a moron.]

Hey, Wonderland. I figure now is as good of a time as any to celebrate my arrival here. So in honor of me, I'm throwing a little get together for everyone that'd like to come on down. I did a little investigating the other day and I am happy to say that I found a room large enough to house all of you crazy people.

[The video pans over to a nicely decorated ball room with tables of food and drink. It's looking more like a club and less like a fancy dance room. He's somehow managed to get a jukebox from the closet and drag it there. Everything is all set up and ready to go.]

So anyone that feels the need to party knows where to come. All the food and alcohol you can handle and then some. If you're looking for a good time, look no further. There ain't no party like an Oliver Queen party.

[He'll finish it off with a drink and head back over to the fully stocked bar.

[ooc: consider this your giant mingling log of bad life choices. You can have people reply by video or just set up threads to get into shenanigans with other people! Enjoy yourselves ♥]

008; video

Aug. 14th, 2013 04:13 am
oncefairytale: (pic#5977612)
[personal profile] oncefairytale
[When the video flickers to life, you see a view of Wonderland's night skies. It stays there for a moment before you hear a certain voice with a Scottish lilt that has been missing for the pat week.]

Have you ever looked up at the sky and thought "Wow, look at all those colors?" A very good friend once taught me to look beyond the blacks and see the hidden colors painting the night. I can't see them as well without him here, but I can still remember the vibrancy with which they shone. And it makes me wonder just how much good is hiding right before our eyes.

[Amy is out lying in the grass, looking up at all the stars. It's good for thinking and remembering and feeling alive. She doesn't let the video focus on her just yet and there's a pause, as if that is all that is on her mind. But she's really thinking about the past week that she's played ninja. Actually really and truly dying has been a whole new experience for her. One she didn't care for at all.

She's hidden away from her friends and hasn't been in her room much at all. She's popped into the dining room for food when no one else has been around but hasn't spent any time in the mansion otherwise. She wonders if this really was a good idea after all. But she can't just keep hiding out here. She doesn't have the survival instincts for that. So she figures it's time to stop avoiding everyone and rejoin the living. And after seeing the singing flowers, her spirits are in better shape. She's still a bit shaken up from how the sunflower screamed when she tried to pick it, but that's a story for a different day.]

They're gone, aren't they? Those hell hounds…they really know how to do their job.

[She lets out an anxious little laugh, running a hand through her hair all the while.] Well, I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm doing fine, really. I've still got four more, right?

Private to Cordelia
Sorry I haven't been in touch. [She mumbles the next bit.] I've kind of been dead. And hiding. Sorry.

Private to Tohru
So sorry for disappearing on you. Things got a bit tricky back there. But I'm back and ready for action if you still need the help.

Private to Thea
I hope you survived everything okay. Sorry I didn't stick around longer. [Best humor, right?]
thinblueline: by: heretics (dw) ([±] keepin' an eye out)
[personal profile] thinblueline
The Search: A Complete List of Actions and Associated Feelings )

[It's somewhere around dawn when Blake surfaces on the network. A long night has his eyes rimmed dark, but otherwise he's doing a fair job of hiding everything. Which means he'll have what he needs to let everyone know.

Addressing the network rarely comes easily to him, and this time it makes his head and heart heavy enough that he feels pinned to the ground.]

Been by River's. Looks like her and Simon went home. Checked the grounds best I could, found nothin' suggestin' somethin' happened to 'em. 'Preciate if you guys could keep an eye out, just in case. Gotta feelin' they made their escape together, though.

[If only they could all be so lucky.]

Be unavailable a bit, so if you know somethin', or see somethin' urgent and I'm not answerin', forward it on to Dean Winchester. He'll know what to do with it.

[And from here, Blake will answer any questions he gets while on his way to his room where he'll drink alone (yeeeeeah, with nobody else). It's not a common occurrence for John, but if anything warrants getting a bit messed up, losing family (again) does.]

[[OOC: Action is open to anyone bold enough to go knocking at Blake's door.]]

02 | video

Aug. 9th, 2013 06:39 pm
idolises: (43)
[personal profile] idolises
Clearly, we've got a problem here.

[ If you saw Thea when she arrived, or even during the event, you might see that she looks a lot better. At least she's making sure that she looks it. The event was pretty traumatising, not just in itself but watching someone die also didn't really help ]

People died and there's no welcome back party?

[ Or a party to deal with the whole thing. Or, if she's actually being honest, just a party because why not have a party? ]

So I'm fixing that. Though I might need some planning help, as a new girl.

[ She'd do it all herself if it wasn't for that aforementioned 'new girl' party ]

Mainly somewhere to have it, other than all over the mansion. And people to make sure the sadness is kept away. So BYOB and I'll bring the rest. [ She means the drugs. She's testing out that magic closet of hers ]
itsahotone: (awkward smile)
[personal profile] itsahotone
[So let's get something straight: Santana is not.

Straight, that is.

(ha ha)

She's already lived through the whole painful coming out process, and she refuses to have another...process.

But see, the thing is, she has all these memories.

As much as she likes to not ever think about it because she's totally happy and in love with Brittany, there was a time in Wonderland when she had a relationship. With a guy.

And not even just for sex! She actually liked him!

Which is not really something that happens to lesbians, and dammit, that's a little harder to wave away as a phase.

Finding someone hot doesn't mean anything in the long run, after all. There are a lot of attractive people in Wonderland, and some of them happen to come equipped with a dick. No big deal.

...It's just that these stray heterosexual thoughts have been happening pretty regularly, and the weirdness during the last (incredibly awful and scary) event was the last straw. How else is one supposed to react to a dork that looks oddly nice without a shirt coming to your rescue and possibly doing some kind of magic to take your pain away? It's only logical to be intrigued.

(To be fair, Castiel also took her pain away once. But he sure didn't act all suspicious about his angelic powers. Also, he is also attractive so why the fuck is she even still thought-rambling about this?!)

Time for a scientific poll, asked professionally!]

So, who's gay?

[Nailed it.]

And I mean full-on, Lilith Fair- or Scissor Sisters-loving, gay. Step up, folks. This is a safe space, blah blah.
stoptheviolence: (but if you need, I'd be happy to make custom new ones upon request) (something's not right)
[personal profile] stoptheviolence
[So...remember when Santana mentioned that a certain walking blonde stereotype went M.I.A. for a bit?]

[Well, she's back.  Looking even more confused than usual.  Her hair is a mess.  Clothes rumpled.  Eyes wide--eyes that have, no doubt, seen things.]

That was the longest shortcut I've ever taken.
wilywilyways: (gggodddddd.)
[personal profile] wilywilyways
Shit, what? More shit. Enough shit. Why shit on top of, of everything else that's the matter? Bullshit!

[The initial frames of the feed don't show anything visually interesting, unless stables, horse stalls and dirt are popular with this crowd. Dust flies up in a cloud. A perilously clawed gauntlet is flung over the stall, gouging the wood for purchase. Is that blood...? Rust?

The redness shines wetly. It drips. There are shreds of meat caught on points. It's not rust.]

'Bela? [This is a voice hoarse and raw from shouting, and here's more blood, and guts, and spiked armor rising over the stall's edge. Hawke's hair is tousled, matted, caked with nastiness.]

'Bela, blast it, if it's you who threw me into filthy horse manure... come out and giggle to my face, just don't leave me like this. [“Don't tell me I'm on my own.”]
usskickass: (Cold shoulder)
[personal profile] usskickass
[She tried to stay in her room. As soon as she realized what the event was about, she had no interest in getting subjected to it. But...the mirrors switched sides, so she isn't even positive the event is still on. After all, she hasn't spoken to a single person all day.

It could be over.

She really needs it to be over.

After spending so long on the mirror side, where there was no space to run and just be outside, she can't stay in her room any longer. It's late, she figures she won't meet anyone. So she risks it. Head down, she goes downstairs, aiming to go out and enjoy the night alone.

But, of course, her luck isn't that good.]
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[personal profile] cheerleader
[She should be more concerned about the fact she went from being attacked at her school's homecoming to being here, but Claire can't really be bothered but to do anything but stare straight at an empty wall. She's pretty sure there were just doors there. She was just in there, she swore it was a library. But doors don't just move on their own. Of course, most cheerleaders don't show up to new places covered in blood, so she settles on a skeptical frown and speaks up. Maybe someone's able to hear this.]

Okay, so I'm definitely not in Texas anymore. Good to know. [A pause, and she sighs. She's holding one of the welcome pamphlets that she found sitting in the library. It's promptly smashed up against her forehead in frustration.]

Dad's really gonna love this. I'll be grounded forever at this rate.

[Another pause, and she glances over at her now crumpled pamphlet. She gives it a shake, and looks completely bewildered.]

Please tell me there's a magic rabbit hole back home. I'll even take a tornado that leads to Kansas. I've just got enough to deal with without the Alice in Wonderland references freaking me out.
itsahotone: (looking down)
[personal profile] itsahotone
[So, Santana's lovely face appears, looking less bitchy lovely and more like she's trying to hide just how scared she is. Because that is what she's doing.]

Has anyone seen Brittany? [She holds up a very bedazzled picture frame containing this image.] She's beautiful and way too nice and basically perfect and if anyone's hurt her I swear you won't even see me coming.

All her stuff's still in her room, so she. She can't be gone.

[She gazes down at the picture now.]


If anyone's seen her, tell me.

[....a pause, and then--this is painful for her to say so appreciate it--]

oncefairytale: (07)
[personal profile] oncefairytale
Who: Cordelia, Amy, and all the people who want to be judged and/or have a makeover.
Where: A room in the mansion So descriptive
When: During the event! At idec any point in time
Rating: PG-13? Probably nothing higher unless Amy decides someone looks better with their clothes off. Just saying.
Summary: Cordy and Amy just wanted to talk shoes. And then the mansion decided it was that time of the month. And now they are fashion judges. You've been warned, Wonderland.
The Story: except my gator shoes, those are green )

ooc: Cordy and Amy's initial thread will be prose, but the rest is totally cool for action spam. LET'S DO THIS. This is the catch all post for their event. This is open to everyone! Even if you didn't sign up for it. Just be warned I'm going to be slow :|a
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[personal profile] no_eels
[At first, he's utterly confused. Toothless falls asleep next to Hiccup, and wakes up on the grass in Wonderland. Then, slowly, the memories start coming back, and the Night Fury puts it together. It wasn't a dream! And the harness on his back was better than the one he remembered. He sprints back into the main level of the mansion, to track down Hiccup at his forge, and... discovers a regular door where the forge's should be.

When he runs - pretty much full-out - up to his room, he discovers that it's reverted to the way it used to be, a cozy cave. Rather than the lodge a Viking would be comfortable in.

Distressed, Toothless lets out a few sounding calls as he begins to scour the rest of the mansion. A long, forlorn, echoing sound. He doesn't understand. Hiccup had been here when he'd left, and he'd been back home, too...

Finally, he nudges his communicator open and stares at it, sitting down in the entrance hall. There's a gleam of judgment in his yellow eyes. What have you done with Hiccup, Wonderland, he seems to be asking, letting out one of his loud calls at the screen.]
somethinglost: (Askin me the names that I'm not sayin)
[personal profile] somethinglost
[Hello, Wonderland! Have a Kirigiri on your screen. She appears to be in the diner, based on the background behind her, but she's not eating anything. She's much to busy for that, natch.

As is to be expected of her, she gets right down to business.]

I am aware that there are a number of people who have gone home, spent some time there, and then returned to Wonderland with their memories intact. I would like to know as much as possible about this phenomenon, if anyone would be willing to answer my questions.

[She glances away and then back at the camera, deciding to add a little more on to that.]

It is for my notes and for the database. Of course, if anyone wishes for the information they provide to be kept confidential, I will not disclose anything that might identify him or her.

I would also appreciate any other recent observations concerning Wonderland as a whole, as well.

Thank you.

[She reaches out to turn off the feed. She'll be in the diner for most of the day, should anyone happen in while she's working and like to say hello.]
watchthedetective: (computerized)
[personal profile] watchthedetective
I know this place is hard to deal with at the best of times, and the past couple of events seem to have been especially bad. If anyone is interested in getting together in a group setting to discuss the things that have happened to them here and share knowledge, coping skills, and emotional support, please respond.

Private to Sherlock Holmes )
colorofthesky: (This is the best phone.)
[personal profile] colorofthesky
So, I think I've heard enough backtalk over the last few days to last me a while.

[ Seriously, his shadow was a brat. No point in dwelling on it, though, so MOVING ON: ]

Anybody interested in a cookout on the beach?

[Private to Aerith]

If I get some interest, you think your friends in the diner would help me out?

[Private to Dean Winchester & John Blake]

When you've got a minute, I'd like to have a word.


Jun. 15th, 2013 09:22 pm
stoptheviolence: (but if you need, I'd be happy to make custom new ones upon request) (Consoling a Friend)
[personal profile] stoptheviolence
[Do not attempt to adjust your television screen. Yes, you are seeing double. Yes, you probably are going crazy. But you're still seeing double.]

[Double Brittany's, that is. Each looking at the screen with a fairly cheerful smile. And a tophat.]

[~Cue Inexplicable Music coming from somewhere off-screen~]

♪-Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun-

[Brittany is first, but in the second half of the verse, her Shadow abruptly takes over in a similar, slightly distorted, but otherwise equally autotuned in-tune voice.]

♪-Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like I always do
With only-

[The two of them start to harmonize, doing an impressive kickline to the beat]

♪-Me and my shadow
Strolling down the avenue
Me and my shadow
Not a soul to tell our troubles to
But when it's twelve a clock
We climb the stair
We never knock-

♪-'Cause nobody's there
Just me and my shadow-

♪-All alone and feeling--

[Here, Shadow Brittany suddenly stops.  Her faces falls, and within seconds, so does she.  Collapsing to her knees in a fit of inexplicable sobs.]

They hate me!  All of them!  They think I'm stupid and annoying and sometimes, they're even right!

[Brittany immediately comes to her Shadow's aid, looking distraught by the words but still trying to force a smile.]

No.  That's not true.

It is!  You know it is!


[Lips pressing together, she looks away just as the camera decides to take pity on them both and cut out.]
writeswrongs: (huh)
[personal profile] writeswrongs
[The feed starts by showing an extreme closeup of a man's face, mostly nose and eyes, then the shot zooms out. Looking back at you is a rather handsome middle aged man with a confused look on his face.]

So.. uh.. I'm not sure what this is, but.. I guess I checked into some sort of hotel?

[There's a bed and some floral wallpaper in the background. Not exactly his personal styling choices.]

Anyway, I'm looking for a woman named Kate Beckett. She's tall, brunette, really hot, kind of standoffish. She proooobably checked in with me. At least I'm guessing so. She also might have drugged me because I've never seen this place in my life. Either that or someone else drugged me. Anyway…. answers? If someone is seeing this?

[He nods, then clicks off the feed.]
itsahotone: (oh hi i didn't see you there)
[personal profile] itsahotone

Okay, now that all the fun's died down for awhile, I guess now's as good a time as any.

Anyone here even remember the glee club? Cause y'all are so freakin' new, I doubt it. Whatever, awhile ago we had a club, where we all met in the music room and sang and danced. I know, it sounds like the height of loserdom.

[She shrugs. Her memories back home add a touch of nostalgia to her tone.]

But it's actually pretty fun.

Anyway. Since our leaders of the past aren't here anymore, Imma step up. I'm in the music room now, so if anyone wants to stop by, go for it. Nothing super official right now, but if you feel like singing your feelings--which, shut up, I know how that sounds, too--it's open for everyone.

I dunno, maybe later I'll assign a theme or whatever. [She rolls her eyes, clearly not overly fond of that idea, but if she's going to put effort into it, might as well.] If nothing else, you can come see me perform.

[Cause, you know. She's hot and talented and awesome. She signs off with a flirty little smirk.]
justlove: Benson Hedges - fun. (I will set sail to the streets)
[personal profile] justlove
[So if anyone happened to be a fly on the wall watching Blaine, they'd probably notice him looking a bit shell-shocked.

It's definitely a disorienting experience, remembering very clearly seeing a certain young ingenue off to pursue her dreams in the bright lights of New York, only to blink and find oneself in an entirely different place... at least, a place that's different but familiar all at once, if that makes any sense.

All he can see when he looks around are tall trees that make up a huge forest that's dark and forbidding. It's hardly a welcoming sight to see. How he ended up back here of all places is a mystery to him, but unless he's imagining things or hallucinating, he's got a pretty good idea where he is and where he isn't.

Now seems to be a good time to start putting the pieces back together and finding out the situation: who's still around, who isn't, and just what he missed while he was gone for what was, to him, about a year, maybe subtracting a few months.]

Um, hi. This is really weird, so I'm sorry if I seem a little confused.

[He even scratches his head, as if to demonstrate his confusion.]

I guess I'm back again, so... Hi.

[He waves in the direction of the camera and smiles a bit confusedly.]

I wonder why I got dumped here at the edge of the forest. [He peers around him a bit, marveling a little at how tall those trees are.] Oh well, beggars can't be choosers, right?

[And on that note, he begins trekking back in the direction of the mansion. Or at least, he hopes it's the right direction. He's still a little bit turned around, after all.]
usskickass: (*BLUSH*)
[personal profile] usskickass
[Beiste appears on the screen, looking suitably sheepish. This event kind of has to be hers, right? She'll apologize after, when it won't sound so silly. But for now, she holds up a book from the library and points at it.]

Now I know we all sound sillier than a dog in heat at the Indy 500 after-party, but I reckon that if there's a time for some two-hand, two-foot tango lessons, then why not while the monkey's toenail is painted purple, huh?

[She snorts a little, actually amused at how that almost sounded like what she meant. It really wasn't too far off from what she would've said on a normal day. Maybe she oughta reevaluate her normal manner of speakin', huh?

She gestures behind her, resisting the urge to explain how she'll be waiting "like a dumbfounded quilt on Santa's bed" in the "south side of a shakin' blender". Instead, she hopes showing she's in one of the tearooms will be enough.]

I've got it as ready as a catfish's litter box. Y'all come on down, y'hear?

[Oh, that one was embarrassing. Beiste blushes, waves a little, and turns the feed off. Time to straighten up the mats and wait for some students!]
justlove: Out on the Town - fun. (I can be more clever)
[personal profile] justlove
[Today, Blaine is broadcasting from the kitchens. He really thought about not even commenting about this event, because he finds it stupid and embarrassing, but after awhile of thinking, he came to the conclusion that finding out what everyone else was talking like was good for a few cheap laughs.]

So I guess everyone's gotten hit with whatever bug it is that makes us all talk far outly.

[He stops there, just long enough to roll his eyes at the nonsense that's spewing from his mouth. But it's not over yet.]

I'm glad there's no monsters runnin' around this time, mostly, but I'm not sure if I can call this a huge improvement. I don't even know which is like, ya know, worse! Gag me with a SPOOOOON!

[You guessed it, more eye-rolling. Gag me with a spoon? Really? If he keeps this up, he might have a hard time keeping his eyes in his head.

But he just shrugs and sighs a drawn-out sigh.]

I guess not gettin' killed or mauled is a plus, like, but I'm still not a fan of this. But if nothin' else, like, wow, maybe when all of this is like, ya know, over, oh, baby, we can laugh at what idiots we all turned into.

[...Did he really just say "Oh, baby"? If his cheeks weren't turning red before, they certainly are now.]
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[personal profile] theheartpart
Captives of Wonderland, my shackled brethren, I have a question. Or ten.

Who are you?

No, really. Who the hell are you? All of you. I've been hearing some names — familiar names — and I find that very disconcerting. Which is saying something because we're all currently living in a storybook. Brigadoon doesn't have anything on this place.

So, I want to know more. Are you famous back home? Are your friends famous? What's everyone famous for?

I'm looking for some truly, truly worthwhile gossip here, so how about it? Is your neighbor actually Superman? I wanna know. Is the gal downstairs actually Barnabas Collins in drag? I wanna know. Give me your details and in return? Pie.

I've got a little bake "sale" going on outside if you're more comfortable sharing your friends' secrets in-person, so how about it?

And remember, campers, knowing is only half the battle.

[Come one, come all. Xander will take all your juicy gossip. Why? Because this is the best way to learn about people. Ask someone to describe themselves and they're going to describe what they feel is right, not necessarily what is right.]

[[OOC: Since there are so many opportunities for breaking the Fourth Wall here, please respect all players' wishes when it comes to canon puncturing and fourth walling. Also, if you don't want Xander to recognize your character, please note that when you tag in. He's pop culture savvy, but a few years behind current popular culture, so he wouldn't recognize characters from Supernatural, but he'd have no problem recognizing characters from Fullmetal Alchemist. And, as always, if you have questions, feel free to PM!]]

freetobe: ([thinking] hm)
[personal profile] freetobe
[If one were to retrace the events in an attempt to find a culprit to blame, they could go so far as to point a finger at Gabriel, who had the brilliant idea of getting his siblings drunk. How he could not foresee the disastrous results of such an idea is anyone's guess at this point. Regardless, if one wished to find a source for what happened Tuesday night, they would have to look no further than dear Gabriel.

The facts are these: Castiel is drunk. Really, really drunk. Apparently giving a fallen angel access to unlimited alcohol supplies and having him drink with his older siblings, whose tolerance is supernaturally (heh) higher than his was not the best course of action. Countless bottles, shots, glasses and questionably colored drinks later, the usually reserved angel of the Thursday is something of a hot mess, inhibitions lowered, shame non-existent, creativity stoked by his older brothers.

Yes, at some point Balthazar and Castiel may have abducted some poor mattress and used it to slide down several flights of stairs. They're very noble beings, these angels.

Most importantly it should be noted that over the course of the evening, Castiel has taken to texting. Apparently even angels have the brilliant notion to attempt such feats when enough barrels of alcohol are poured into them and their judgement is muddled. Therefore, various text messages have found their way to various people. Some Castiel knows, some he doesn't. Most of the time he just pressed shiny buttons, leading to the text messages arriving in the inboxes of unrelated people. The spelling is atrocious, the meaning is basically non-existent, the intent mostly questionable. But more than that, a drunk Castiel is easily enabled, it would seem - and several people might find supposedly hilarious pranks have been pulled on them.

Enjoy, Wonderland. And really, keep him away from the drinks in the future.]

((OOC: There will be several top-level comments with texts. I'm not specifying a recipient. If anything tickles your fancy, feel free to assume your character received it and just respond to it! And yes, Castiel is still drunk when he replies to it, of course. Where's the fun in sober? Multiple characters can tag into each thread, and characters are allowed to tag into multiple threads, of course. In addition, if you want Cas to have played a "prank" on your character, poke me and we can set up an action log for that, too. Enjoy~))
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[Taps can be heard in the background, before and during the short message, as if the man is tapping his foot. They appear random, just an act of anxiety, but those who were trained to hear it may hear the specific rhythm of the military tap code; 1-4-1-5-1-1-3-3-4-3-1-1-3-2-4-2-1-5-3-5-3-4-4-2-4-4, that translates into d-e-a-n-s-a-m-r-e-p-o-r-t. The man's voice is low, raw, as if it hasn't been used in a long time - at least not for speaking.] 

Who do I talk to about getting the rundown of this place. 

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May. 6th, 2013 02:47 pm
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[personal profile] justlove
[Blaine clears his throat a few times before anything actually comes out. But it's pretty obvious that he sounds relieved, though maybe a little apprehensive too.]

Um, hey, it's Blaine.

How's everyone doing? Is everyone okay?

The last week or so was kind of intense, so I just thought I'd check up on everyone, make sure you're doing all right.

[And he means everyone, not just his friends.]

I think that's all I wanted to say. So, yeah, thanks for listening.


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