001 | Video

Feb. 9th, 2015 06:58 pm
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Cor!” is the first thing the device broadcasts, along with a very lopsided view of the Checkerboard Hills. After a fumble, it turns around to reveal a boyish face thatched with golden hair.

“We’ve got to form teams,” proclaims Adam, with a bright, infectious grin. “We’ve got a whole hillside checkers board! Its…”

He pauses a heartbeat as he counts in his head.

“...twelve pieces on each side, so we need twelve people in one color shirt, and another twelve in another color. Red and black is traditional, but it’s alright if we do some other color, ‘cause for example, more people might have white shirts than red shirts. Lots of people have white or black shirts, right? An’ if there’s more than twenty-four people who want to play, we’ll have to take turns, so it’s first come, first serve.”

He says the last part quite sternly, in the manner of a thirteen-year-old taking charge. No cutting in line, kids.

Wonderland, say hello to Adam Young.


Jun. 15th, 2014 05:02 am
grewuphuman: (pic#7401375)
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[Hello, Wonderland! Here's Adam who, for once, isn't smiling but looks rather thoughtful instead. He's considered what he's about to do, opted not to do it for a while, and finally has come to the conclusion that now is the time to take action.

His reasons for what he's going to say are fairly convoluted. On one hand, he wants to deliver a pretty specific message just in case it proves necessary later. On the other hand, he wants a certain Jotun to stop hiding away and start actually learning the lesson Adam's trying to teach him. So obviously, a mass video makes the most sense. It both outs Loki to those who aren't aware of his recent changes and it lets those out there who might take advantage of those changes that it wouldn't be a smart move on their part.

With a soft clearing of his throat, he folds his hands in front of him and gets on with it.]

Right. So here's the thing. Some of you know that Loki's not really himself right now and some of the you who know it are most likely thinkin' about takin' 'vantage of that fact.

[He's not naming names but he's definitely looking at a select few. He just gives the feed a pointed look and continues.]

Way I see it, that's not all that fair and 'snot gonna do much t'help him figure stuff out if folks are just runnin' around bullyin' him just cos they can or trickin' him just cos they think him bein' human now makes him weaker or somethin'. So I reckon consider this your warnin'. 'Less Loki does something to deserve it, no beatin' up on him and stuff or you're gonna have t'deal with me.

[His eyes flash briefly - something dark, dangerous, and positively terrifying present in them for a split second - then he smiles brightly and once again looks like nothing more than a happy, carefree boy.]

And I reckon that's 'bout it. Thanks for your co'pration!
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I must say this wasn't at all where I was expecting to end up.

[Take equal parts annoyance and surprise, blend them together, and that's her expression right now. She's not a fan of surprises. Or at least not ones that she didn't cause.]

No, not at all, I'm almost disappointed. Really, I was expecting some place far more...ordinary.

[It might seem odd, but she actually sounds disappointed by that.]

No matter though. I don't expect to be here for long. Though if anyone knows a way to speed up my departure, I suggest that you share it.

[That may have sounded a little threatening. Completely unintentional, really. She's definitely not going to be mad if she's someone knows a way out and doesn't tell her.]

After all, I don't want to take up any more of your time than I absolutely have to, and it's really best for everyone if I get where I need to be quickly.

[Because the longer she's here, the unhappier she'll be, and that would just be bad for everyone.]

So as I said, if you can help, let me know. If not, I'd rather you didn't waste my time. Sorry.

[It might be obvious from her tone, but she's not even remotely sorry.]


May. 21st, 2014 07:02 pm
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[And just like that, Adam's back. Disoriented at first, it doesn't take him too long to get his bearings. He debates paying a visit to a few folks in person but ultimately decides to just ride his bicycle for a while and use technology to say what he wants to say.

He looks much better now, for the record. Gone are the circles beneath his eyes and the normal flush of his cheeks and carefree smile is back. He's definitely not pleased with what Wonderland threw at them this last go round - it led to his own death, after all - but he's not focusing on that right now. Just the positive stuff.]

Glad that's over with, at any rate.

Private to Aziraphale and Crowley )

Private to Hector Barbossa )
undealt: (✒ stacked against us from the start)
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 [So here's Gold, looking mildly uncomfortable right now. It's very strange. He's broadcasting from his desk and there may be a couple of empty pie tins at his elbow. 

Don't think too hard about those.]

Given the situation, I don't think there's much magic can do to fix the symptoms of this... event. [He hates saying event. THEY'RE CURSES OKAY. CURSES.] However, I might be able to alleviate the symptoms.

[THIS IS NORMALLY WHERE HE WOULD SAY "FOR A PRICE, OF COURSE." But it never happens. He hesitates for a second, as if he's not sure if he should... elaborate or something] Anything to help, really.

[[ooc: Gold craves VALIDATION and he's attempting to get it by doing free favors, so if you want anything from him, here's your chance to get a freebie. also he will be madder than fire when this is over. HAH. HAH. HAH.]]
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[ The week, fueled by everyone’s apparent necessities, isn’t going particularly well. In a few cases the event is harmless, providing people with a chance to dance or eat or whatever little thing they feel compelled to do.

Not everyone is so lucky. Some are driven to violence, to worse cravings. For example, Will and Sam, respectively, who can be heard crackling through the audio of the device before either of them can be seen.
cut for length )


May. 18th, 2014 09:18 pm
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Wasn't there something--

[That's one wrecked space captain on your viewscreens. His hair is sticking up in about seventeen different directions, he's got dirt smudged on his face and clothes, one of his cheekbones is marked with a pretty ugly bruise, and his uniform tunic and undershirt are torn in a way that's probably familiar to some of you out there.

He's slightly damp with sweat and breathing heavy, and focus is apparently hard to come by, if the way he stops and starts, squinting at the camera, is any indication.]

Someone was saying, I was kinda half-listening--

If there's something you can't help doing, lock yourself up or something?

I'm no good at that. I can't--

[And it's oh so clear it pains him to say this, but:]

...I think I need adult supervision.
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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? Welcome...to Wonderland.

.-. .. ... . | ..- .--. | -. .. --. .... - | ..- .- .-.. . )
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[Castiel very rarely makes use of the network, but now he's had some time to evaluate what's taking place here and given the epidemic that's taken over the mansion since yesterday, he's got no choice but to say something.

Is this his fault, or Dean's, or Sam's? There's no way to be certain, but Castiel chooses to take the initiative with issuing an explanation. He would rather the others didn't draw attention to themselves.

He's seated in a room (the room Dean once occupied, which Castiel mainly uses for storage), cross-legged on the floor, with a burger in one hand. The area around him is scattered with wrappers, so it's clear this isn't his first one.]

This event is one that belongs to my world. [He takes a bite of the burger and keeps talking around the food.] We're all being influenced by Famine. He is...

[He pauses, his expression slowly shifting to one of confusion as he stares toward the ceiling, searching for a word that isn't there. He'd felt disoriented early yesterday morning. Something was taken.]

He's a powerful demon that's able to inspire Famine in any creature. This can manifest in a number of different ways. [His is actually rather mundane.]

Anything you may crave, any addiction you may have, it will be pushed to an extreme level. If you suspect that you could become dangerous, I would advise that you have someone restrain you to save you from yourself. [Not that it had worked with Sam the first time around.

Castiel takes another bite of the burger, finishing it off in one go. He doesn't seem to care that he's talking with his mouth full.]
If you have any other questions, feel free to ask.

[With that, he ends the feed and then sends a text message to Sam Winchester:] Where are you?

[OOC: Action threads are welcome! Castiel can be found at the dining hall, the diner, and his room on the fifth floor.]
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[ it's the early hours of the morning when cordelia chooses to pose a question, rather groggily and loosely knitted together, to all of wonderland. it's one that has been haunting her for a long while now, but she figures, what with this hopeless feeling she has spreading through her chest, this desire to tap into the adrenaline that had awoken her so early, she should do something about it. perhaps, she should help. ]

[ besides, there's a slight pounding to her head. it's a normal sort of assault on her temple, but, for cordelia, it has always meant something more. ]

Ooh, boy. Don't you sometimes wonder if Wonderland actually enjoys messing with you?

[ cordelia does. taking her from wonderland for an entire month, to only bring her back and have angel sweep her off her feet with his long, black coat of brood. but cordelia's not talking nor thinking about that. she's used to visions smacking her in the gut almost on a weekly basis — pre-coma, that is. but she finds herself vision free — and purposeless, as a result of that — and while it's great to have her mind to herself, cordelia kind of misses it. ]

I have a gift. One of those kooky things people probably should be paying me for, but I haven't quite been able to find the right crystal ball. Anyway, I used to be slammed into with visions all the time back home. But coming here to Wonderland? It's kind of like a headache-free place. Anyone else finding they're a little strangely unlike themselves? Or am I just one lucky duck?

[ something's missing — and it's been eating away at her for months, now, but the calm before the storm has never, ever meant anything good when it comes to cordelia chase. vision-less? it used to be a dream of hers! but now she finds herself wanting — almost so badly she'd skin herself alive for just one, tiny glimpse of the past or present. she pinches her lips before she decides to add: ]

Consider this one of those crazy hypothetical questions that aren't really hypothetical.
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[Regina is just going to... ignore the piglets running amok around Wonderland. She has a few more important things to worry about right now. Namely the fact that's been at home for a while and has returned to Wonderland with a new set of memories.

Good memories, for the most part. There's definitely some bad parts, but her most recent memory is very much a good one. When the feed clicks on, it's clear she's already gotten herself settled back into her room. For those familiar with the Mayor's home in Storybrooke, it looks just like that. For everybody else, there's a lot of white with a few splashes of black. ]

Not the place I wanted to be when we finally won.

I have a question for you, Wonderland. [The fact that she's asking it publicly will probably clue a few people into something very big having happened at home.] Do you think a person, rather, a villain is capable of permanently changing? Of becoming a true hero?

[She might be asking it, but she's definitely uncomfortable. In the initial rush of victory, she hadn't needed to question it. Now that she's had time to think, though, the more she's beginning to doubt it.

The Evil Queen knows more than anyone what her capacity for backsliding is, regardless of how much she wants to be a good person, and a good mother. There's always a brand new obstacle, whether it be her own mother, a savior or a wicked witch. ]

Once upon a time, I wouldn't have thought so. But if evil isn't born, it's made, then good must be too.

Private texts )
manicuredangel: (I'm so so Sorry)
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[The video feed turns on to show the worried face of the angel. He is clearly in his room.]

Ah, I just want to apologize to anyone who may have encountered my mirror in the last week. If there's anything I can do to make up for his unpleasantness, please let me know.

I'm so very, very sorry.
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waking up is the hardest thing to do )

[The voice on the network is Crowley's, but he sounds...off today. His voice trembles on occasion.]

Listen, Aziraphale--he isn't Aziraphale. He's been replaced by his Mirror. If you see him, don't--don't even talk to him. Just run.

Is there a way to the Mirror side? There must be, right? I need to get the angel back.

01 / video

May. 5th, 2014 08:49 pm
dissemble: (No-one round here's good)
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[There's a mild looking man sitting on a bench somewhere in the gardens. His skin looks like it's seen far better days - though it's knitting itself together even as he stares thoughtfully at the device in his hand.]

I have to say, I've never been kidnapped quite like this before. [He smiles. If you're the type to notice such things, you'll see that it doesn't quite reach his eyes. It's almost threatening.]

One prison is as good as another, I hear. At least this one has a little more room to stretch [He rolls his shoulders to emphasise his point.] I wonder if the company will be any better.

[Oh, he knows there are various people nearby who he should catch up with, but anyone important enough should know he is here without needing a video. No, the video is for all the ordinary humans he's stuck far too close to.

ooc: action replies are welcome! Most people will notice the temperature dropping near Lucifer :3]


Apr. 29th, 2014 09:40 am
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[A second video in as many days isn't typical for Adam but this is a special situation. After how he's behaved the last few days, he feels almost obligated to do this now that he feels like himself again.

This time, rather than looking irritated or carefree, the boy looks almost sheepish and a touch guilty. The darkness that the boost to his ego had created is gone, too.]

Er, right. So I reckon I owe you folks an apology for actin' how I did the last few days. I don't really care if you lot want to talk 'bout how great you are cause, way I see it, all of us have to be pretty special in some way if Wonderland's gone to all this trouble to bring us here.

[He shifts a little.]

But even bein' special don't give me the right to say the stuff I did or to make the sort of threats I was makin'. [Because they were threats, however thinly veiled, and he can admit that much now.]

So I'm sorry. For all of it. I'm not goin' t'be doin' any of that stuff I said I'd do. I wouldn't have never even thought 'bout it if it weren't for whatever it was that Wonderland did to make me act that way. Promise.

[And with that, he switches the feed over to private because he has one person he feels the need to apologize to personally.]

Loki )
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[ He's spent the last ten minutes swiftly traversing the gardens surrounding the mansion, hoping to deduce some answers merely on his own; he's spent enough time segregated from normal society, on the run, that he's far more comfortable acquiring answers on his own, if at all possible, since that's what he's always done. There is the vain hope that he'll simply awaken from this madness, because surely it must be a peculiar dream and nothing more.

There's a fleeting worry as well that this is some trick, another spell cast by whomever sent them back to Storybrooke to begin with. Yet he doubts that's the case the moment such a thought begins to whisper at him, as he hasn't yet found anyone else who should be here, and why would he alone be banished when he's just as ignorant of the truth as everyone else?

His overarching concern is for his boy, Roland. Not only does he fear for his child's safety, but he fears for his own; if something happens to him, then Roland's an orphan. He takes some small measure of comfort from knowing that his men will see to it that his lad is safe and loved, at least.

Hesitant to go into the mansion - fearing that to do so would forfeit some level of control that he has by simply remaining outside and observing everything - Robin finally reaches for the strange device in his pocket. Wary of trusting something given to him by his captor, he eventually reasons that he doesn't have much recourse, and he might as well attempt to wield this thing. ]

Such a strange kindness, to be given something like this. For what purpose... [ It looks like the cell phone (if he's remembering the vernacular correctly) he saw someone using at Granny's diner, and if that's true, he should be able to communicate with people. But which people? And why? Why be sent here and given such ostensible freedom?

There's only one way to find out, and despite his bemusement, he'll have to attempt it. After two different buttons are pressed, the device finally turns on. The sleeves of his dark green shirt are rolled up to his elbows, and the camera opens first on the lion tattoo on his right forearm. ]

...I'm still attempting to get my bearings, do forgive me. [ He can't see the screen, though, which means they can't see him, and he thinks it works like the so-called cell phone, so he presses it up to his ear, the camera slowly panning out on his right forearm. At least it's partly doing its job, by carrying his voice across the network. ]

I would appreciate any insight, if someone happens to hear this...
grewuphuman: (pic#7401374)
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[So here's the thing. When it comes to the son of Lucifer, there are two major things that separate him from his father. The first is his feelings toward humanity. He likes humans. Maybe not all of them, and certainly not all of the time, but he likes people in general and wants to see them grow and learn and live up to their true potential.

The second difference between him and Lucifer, and far more important at the moment, is his pride. Or, rather, his lack thereof. Which isn't to say Adam is completely humble. He most definitely isn't. But he doesn't let what he can do, who he is, define him. He doesn't view himself as better than others. More capable at times, maybe, but not above them.

At least, that's how he is normally. The last few days, though, he's begun to forget that fact and currently can't, for the life of him, understand why he's always considered it so important to not boast about the things he can do. It doesn't help that others just keep right on shoving their supposed talents down his throat, either. To be frank, he's become irritated at the whole of Wonderland's captive population in general because of it.

So when the video feed clicks on, Adam isn't wearing his typical bright smile and the aura about him that's normally so light now carries a darkness that is much more align with what it would be like if he acted the way an Antichrist should. Oh, if only Hell could see him now.

When he speaks, it's very matter-of-fact. All business, this one. Mostly because he wants to say his bit before the urge to sing - again - overtakes him and he makes a spectacle of himself.]

Y'know, you lot keep going on and on and on 'bout how much better you are than everybody else and, well, I gotta say that you're all wrong. There's not a single one of you who is better at stuff than I am. Fact is, most of you can't even do most of the stuff I can.

[His expression hardens.]

So stop it already. 'Cause if you keep it up, I'm gonna have t'show all of you 'xactly what I can do and it's not going t'end well for most of you if I do.

[And with that, and the feeling of a song coming on, Adam quickly switches off the video feed. He'll respond, of course, or if anyone wants to seek him out in person, he's wandering the grounds outside and is probably singing.]
possiblymad: ("A good seat from which to watch Asgard)
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[The video feed opens to Loki, once again, clad in his green and golden royal regalia. That ridiculously large horned helmet was polished impeccably! He was dressed to the nines and his ego was just spilling from his leather and metal robes.

He's grinning far too wide, showing all those pearly whites. Bright green eyes nearly glowing with vigour. Oh, this man had something important to say. Something very important. And somehow, his lips pull back to reveal even more teeth as he laughs at the camera. God of Madness? Why yes, he certainly fits that title today. Chaos. Insanity. Pandemonium...]

You are, all of you, beneath me! Is that not what you said? [No, wait, that's what HE said. But close enough. Why yes, he's addressing you, Duchess.] I know not who you are, but I am here to answer that challenge. Show yourself and we shall see who is beneath whom!

[Cut because this is about to get very, very bad...] )
possiblymad: (Smiiiile)
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[The feed flickers on to show the stony face of one Loki Laufeyson. Sharp, inquisitive eyes, clear as crystal green waters, yet guarded with such intensity it's impossible to see into the mind of their owner. A deceptive window to a soul shrouded in lies and mischief.]

[Loki studies the screen for a long thirty-count before he inclines his head ever so slightly. His chin is raised with pride, causing his gaze to cast downward with condescension. It takes another beat before a mild smile twists across his lips exuding mirth with a subtle undertone of something dark.]

My, what an interesting spectacle you lot make. I presume it's quite pointless to inquire as to the whereabouts of those in charge. I can sense the magic pooling at the very heart of this land and I'm ashamed to say it leaves me for naught. Allow me to introduce myself, I am but the humble King of Asgard. [Oh yes, so very humble. You've royalty in your presence, Wonderland. He will ask you all to kneel, in time, and when that time comes, you will most assuredly do as he commands. Of that, he has no doubt.]

Now, what I will inquire is confirmation or denial of the whereabouts of several key individuals; Thor Odinson, for starters. Tall, beefy, blonde, with a thick skull and an air of righteousness about him. If he is present, or any of you are keen on his whereabouts, I would be most delighted to hear from you. Secondly, a group of rag-tag do-gooders calling themselves "The Avengers". You will win my favour by revealing their presence. And believe me, you would do best to win my favour. I simply... wish to meet them and commend them for their heroic deeds.

[That smile broke into something of a malicious, toothy grin just before the feed was cut. He continues to monitor the network thereafter, searching for any replies. Or perhaps a direct confrontation from his brother or any of his new little friends.]

01 | Video

Apr. 7th, 2014 03:12 pm
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[It's a video post, showing one smiling, neatly preened Richard Roman. If he's disturbed by being dragged into a new place, this one isn't showing any sign of it. Dick looks like he does this every day for a living.]

"Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent," is always a good quote to inspire to. I've forgotten who said it, but hey who's counting?

[Dick is counting, oh yes is he counting. And if there are any from his own Universe who had a hand in his downfall, they should be prepared to read that quote for the threat that it is.]

So it looks like I'm at your mercy when it comes to knowing what the deal is here, or however it is the kids say it these days. Though go easy on me with all that information, wouldn't want any of it to get lost in translation. The name's Richard Roman. Oh and please, call me Dick. We're going to be in this for the long haul.

[With that, Dick gives a toothy smile before turning the feed off.]
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[ figuring out how to use the device isn't the hard part, no, it's swallowing the fact that either purgatory changed on him in what could only be described as seriously trippy as shit way, or he's in yet another new dimension. so have dean, wonderland, covered in dirt and grime from head to toe. it doesn't take squinting to notice the obvious splashes of blood either, though all of it's dried as if he hasn't changed his clothes in a while...

in his hand is a massive weapon; axe-like in shape, with a blade made of something unrecognizable but decidedly dangerous. ]

Alright, listen up. This is how it's gonna go; whoever thought this-- [ he gestures vaguely around with the tip of his weapon. ] -- was a great idea? Hand up now. You and I are gonna have a couple words, and how pretty they end up bein' depends entirely on you. [ a threat is laced in every single word. ]

Or I can always just start demandin' answers-- [ you know the violent way. purgatory kinda rubs off on you after a while. ] -- 'cause you know what? I don't have time for this. Not today. [ not when one minute benny had been going on about something or another and now the vampire isn't anywhere to be seen and his search for cas is interrupted.

which leads him to adding, after a pause; ]

Cas, if you're here for some messed up reason, lem'me know. Same for you, Benny.

[ end feed. ]
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[ What a wonderful day, Wonderland! Not only is the sun shining, not only are the trees and flowers sprouting the first hints of their bloom, no! The snow is finally gone, and all across the grounds the grass is luscious and green and- and moving. Rustling. Shaking with all the force--

With all the force of a standard-size hammer. Being dragged slowly up one of the Checkerboard Hills. By a standard-size lizard.

'Bout time, 'bout time, heeeeeere we goes now. [ That's awfully poor manners, talking with a mouthful of hammer! The lizard quickly lets go of the wooden grip, and smacks his jaw a few times. ] S'cuse me-- [ He sticks out his tongue, and rolls it back in. One last smack, and he's finally looking mighty pleased with himself. By lizard standards, anyway. Probably. ]

That's all better, right it is. Keep back there, ye hear me? Don't nobody come over snoopin' while Bill's at work; don't want ye lot go tumblin' over me tools, or wander all 'round and go get nails stuck up yer foot, or watch yer step none and get a plank to yer head, or tumble over me tools, or tumble me tools, me-- Me tool!

[ A speech so moving, it's even gone and moved Bill's hammer to slide all the way back down the grassy slope. He follows it flailing, tail and limbs all waving about, until the grip is back in his mouth. Mumbling with a mouthful of tool he makes his way back up the hill. ]

Me too late, eh? Eh? That'll be the day! Gots here just in time, I did, gonna make it look just right on time! "Bill," I says to me own self, "Bill, go on, make the Queen proud"! And lookit, here. I. Am. Right on the dot, all right on schedule, all in a day's work that is. You lot, don't ye worry none, I'mma fix it all right up, right on the dot right on schedule, right in a day's work, right... right... left... right, right again, don't wanna get a prick of me own nails, ha!

I } text

Mar. 17th, 2014 12:49 am
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[It’s taken Hook a while to type out the message. What business do letters have being in some strange, nonsensical order? What sort of alphabet goes from Q to M instead of A to Z? It’s bloody confusing, but he’s managed, at last, to type out his message on the automatic writing mechanism he found in his pocket. It seems to have some sort of magical ability to show images and produce sounds too, but he has yet to figure those ones out.

The message is short and a bit stilted. He’s not used to having to hunt so hard for each letter, and finding advanced punctuation or capital letters is beyond him. But it gets the point across.]

to whom it may concern

ive found myself on strange shores and could use information should it be available. the name is captain hook. im supposed to be in new york. does anyone know how to get there? i need to find emma swan. it is very important.

heavensmostadorable: (fearful)
[personal profile] heavensmostadorable
way tl;dr arrival actionspam )

[The video feed clicks on, and for several moments the image jumps around and shakes, the one behind it pretty fuzzy on how it works and not exactly realizing that it's started recording. At least, not until his face comes into view after a few seconds. It's young in appearance, baffled, and...sort of completely covered in blood.

Hi there, Wonderland. Here's a little angel for you.]

Oh-- I wasn't aware that I...started this. [The image is still shaky, but it more or less keeps his face in frame. While also giving little glimpses at his unfortunately bright uniform shirt--those are red and white stripes staring at you all. A fast-food restaurant uniform, you bet.]

I'm not certain that anyone is receiving this, but I'm...not certain of much at this moment.  [He's pretty desperate at this point, and also kind of panicky. He's lost his angelic composure. In fact, every few moments, he glances up from the device to throw a look around, though he makes no mention of what it is that he's looking out for.] This place, I can't-- I can't tell where it is, nor can I make sense of why I have this device. But it would seem I don't have many options...

[Hence why he's turned to what appears to be his only one--a message out to anyone who might receive it. If anyone's kind enough to offer him some information, he would be greatly appreciative, even if he's a bit lost for words at the moment.]
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[ when the camera first turns on, the feed is still moving, looking a lot like a home movie might with the person in front of the camera trying to get it set up straight. and then when it stops, mary margaret steps back into the frame, smiling brightly once she's set up.

around her is what looks like a food-network style kitchen, somewhere between homey and industrial, with so much baking supplies pulled out and set out all over the counters. mary margaret's got an apron on, with a floral print, and the sleeves of her blouse are pulled up past her elbows. she looks excited, and when she settles into the spot she's decided on, her hands move to her hips. ]

Hello, Wonderland! For those I haven't had the chance to meet, my name's Mary Margaret. I've been here in the mansion for a little while now, but this is my first announcement so far.

[ for a brief moment she looks almost self-conscious, muttering a i hope i'm doing this right under her breath before she takes a deep one, straightening back up. excited, remember? ]

When I came down to the kitchen today I noticed it was much bigger than it has been. And with an endless supply of materials, I figured it would be worth reaching out to the network. [ does her smile brighten a little? maybe. ] I'm by no means an incredible chef, but I can make a few pretty good dishes, and I do love to bake. If anyone has some free time, or would like to learn how to make a few basic dishes, I'll most likely be here all day.

There's plenty of room in here for anyone who might be interested, and for those who might not want to make anything at all, I'm sure we'll have extra food if you're hungry. Don't be afraid to just stop in!

[ a wave, and then she's leaning forward again to turn the feed off. ]

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first_demon: ([Lilith] Cute)
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[The feed cuts into a young woman with a pleased expression her face, her manner confident and excited, though subtle beneath her calm visage.]

Well, this is certainly unexpected...I must commend those who managed this, I am not accustomed to being caught off guard, but I do love surprises.

[She leans back, exposing her location - The gardens. She pulls up a water lily, giving it a smell before returning her attention to her audience.]

I trust there is someone within this...strange and...frightening place to assist a lady in need?
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[Crowley isn't exactly enjoying this event per se, but he is liking it a fair sight more than the last, like...fifty events. This one has a slightly smaller chance of everyone he likes dying horribly, no one's going around murdering people this time, and the only real danger is from gravity, which isn't really a problem for his kind.]

[It's also been the first chance to stretch his wings in ages. He hasn't been flying in, oh...a century at least, probably more than that. This is an actual excuse to use his wings again, and wouldn't you know it, it's just like riding a bicycle.]

[He's currently lounging on a free-floating section of roof, feet dangling off the edge and sipping a nice red wine. His wings are folded at his back, feathered and black as his namesake except for the thin strip of white along the very tips of his primaries. At this point he doesn't even care who sees them. Practically everyone and their mum knows already.]

Not so bad, this one. It's practically a holiday after the year thus far, eh? Just a floating world--not even a monster to be seen. You know, the Japanese had an entire art form based on the concept of the "floating world." Well, not literally. Ukiyo-e, really quite lovely.

[He sips his wine delicately.]

I just hope all of you manage to keep your footing.

[Smug asshole.]

[For the whole event, Crowley can be found basically anywhere, flitting from place to place, drinking wine and enjoying the breeze, cold though it still is. For once he actually doesn't mind the cold.]
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[Emma is really, really not a huge fan of heights. Flying was never a problem, but being stuck like this with a damn near infinite drop waiting for you if you take one wrong step?

Not her idea of a good time.]

So, here's a question for you. Who out there is able to move around without fear of plummeting to their death?

[First off, she's jealous. Second of all, she might have a favor to ask of you.]

Also, is anyone else nervous about-- you know. Rolling off in their sleep?

Anyway. I got lucky enough to end up over by the diner. I was thinking if there are people out there who are able to move freely, we might organize some supply runs for those who got screwed and trapped somewhere without food or water or other essentials.

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[For now, at least, Emma will be settling in at the diner -- she's not going very far without risking one of those lethal drops, after all, though she was lucky enough to only have a few smaller gaps to jump in order to get here in the first place. A mug of hot chocolate and a few phone calls later, she'll be feeling adventurous again, but for the time being, she'll be doing what she can to help people organize and make sure her family is all accounted for.]
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[ Well, this is... different. Especially given the bloody event they'd just suffered through. Despite the broken chunks of Wonderland floating around, Sam looks particularly calm... especially given he'd recently been killed, brought back, and then maimed. The straight face is lined with something like a deep-set weariness, though, and some close to him might notice that distinction. For now he sits on what looks like an overturned bookcase, though only half of it; apparently the library was broken into a few chunks. ]

If anyone's seen the other part--parts?--of the library, I'd like to know. I had some books over there I was gonna go back to before everything split.

[ It's more annoying than anything, at least, until someone tumbles off their piece and into the air. He frowns, slightly. ]

Hope everyone's safe. Classes'll have to wait until we have at least most of the mansion back. And, uh... if Dean's around? Let me know. I think he's gone back home again.

[ Everything's coming up roses, clearly... ]


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