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Mar. 17th, 2019 06:28 pm
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[Crowley looks like he's trying really, really hard not to laugh. It's not entirely working for him, not with the way the corners of his mouth are twitching, but he manages to keep his voice steady and causally curious when he finally starts speaking.]

You know how groups of animals all have their own name? A swarm of bees, a pack of wolves... a shiver of sharks? What, uh...

[The demon trails off, and lightly pinches the bridge of his nose.]

What would you suggest we call the group of anatomically questionable cartoon dicks currently roaming the third floor? I thought about coming up with something myself, but this should really be a group effort.
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[ Claire supposes she should feel lucky when she wakes and sees all of Jamie's things right where he left him, but no sign of her husband. With all of the disappearances as of late, the fact that he'll return within a week is the over-riding thought she has versus sheer panic at the fact that he's gone. She hates what he'll be going through now, all of those years away from her, but unless he moves so far past her that things are unknown to her, at least she knows he survives for twenty years and that they'll be together again.

What she's dreading is telling Brianna, and she has other business to attend to as well. It doesn't seem wise, considering, to announce that her husband is gone so rather than relay that publicly, for now, she keeps her public message strictly about work. ]


Good morning, everyone. I'm not sure if anyone mentioned this previously, but Olivia Moore returned home permanently.

[ There is a moment of silence for the fate awaiting Liv, as far as she and those who knew her were aware of before Claire continues. ]

As of today, as far as I know, Mikan has also left Wonderland. It isn't like her to simply not appear at the clinic every morning, so when she didn't I went to her room only to find it empty. I will miss both of these women very much, but it also leaves me as the only physician here actively volunteering my time in the clinic. I know I've made a call to magic users and healers in the past, but with so much coming and going, if you are a doctor by any definition of the term, or if you have magic and don't mind being called upon if your services are greatly needed, I would appreciate it. Thank you all.

CLOSED - CLOSE CR (MINUS BREE); TEXT

[ This is where she messages those she trusts implicitly. ]

Jamie has gone home. His things are still here, so I believe it to be short term. Still, I thought you should know just in case someone else finds the idea of my daughter and I here alone appealing.

CLOSED - BREE; ACTION

[ Claire waits until she can hear Bree in her room getting around to knock on the door. ]

It's me. I was hoping we could speak before you go out for the day.
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[The white haired man in the image is both a little out of focus, and more than a little unsure what he's doing. Michael seems bemused, if not outright nervous. He'd been so terribly excited to go to Earth, and this... hasn't been what he expected.]

Yes, hello, is this thing on? Sorry--always wanted to say that. [He chuckles, before moving on.]

But really, is it? Oh, there we go. [Nothing changes about the feed, so it's hard to say what he thinks he accomplished.]

I don’t suppose anyone could tell me where I am? If you could just, direct me to a bus. Or a train? Maybe an ‘uber’.
Something that goes to-- [And here the camera shifts jarringly to a view of the grounds where he's been wandering, and there’s some rustling, like the owner of the voice might be looking through notes.]--”Phoenix, Arizona.”

[Because that's absolutely a place he can reach from wherever he's wound up, right? Of course it is. The portal was supposed to take him where he needed to go--and where he needed to go was a rather specific place and time on Earth--so it must have. If it were anywhere else, a Place or a Zone for instance, he'd know. All of this is just... a misunderstanding. Clearly. 

This is the face of a man who is trying desperately not to consider the possibility that something has gone very, very wrong.]

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Sep. 19th, 2018 07:14 pm
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[The feed opens with the noise of a door slamming, and some very angry-sounding bird noises that seem to be muffled on the other side of it.]

Look, this is embarrassing-- I need an ornithologist. Or someone who can throw a bloody fireball in a straight line. [Look, he could do it, but this thing doesn't seem at all perturbed by what Crowley is. Usually animals can sense it and keep a wary distance.]

If someone wants to claim ownership of the completely insane green parrot that just chased me up seven bloody floors of this Someone-forsaken mansion, I don't-- I don't care, just come and get the thing!





((ooc: unbeknownst to Crowley... he made the parrot, in a previous stay in Wonderland, from one of his terrified house plants. no wonder it hates him. action will find him trapped in his room with a green bird battering at the door.))

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Sep. 1st, 2018 08:51 pm
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[ Liv isn't thinking as she pulls out her device and just starts talking, begging for someone to come to the clinic. ]

I need help. I need help, please, I need...Claire, Claire's dead, someone else is hurt. Please, we're in the clinic, I need help.

[ That's all, as she drops her device. ]
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They say that keeping secrets is bad for our wellbeing.

[And Pearl knows a whole lot about just how bad keeping a secret can be for one's wellbeing, especially when said secret is forced into her and she is physically unable to speak the truth even thousands of years after the matter.]

[Yes, that hurts quite a bit.]

So I was thinking that we could all partake in an anonymous confessional! I'll go first, of course.

[She wonders if the truth would work over text, but oddly enough, she is too scared to try in front of so many people. Not scared that she could be free from the burden at last, but scared that it will be just as fruitless, and she'll have to face the reality of her apparently eternal mental captivity once more. Clinging to that little glimmer of possibility feels infinitely better than destroying it outright.]

[It wouldn't make sense to anyone but a few, anyways. Someday, somehow, the time will come. Hopefully. Maybe. Stars and heavens above, please. But for now, she had something a bit easier to stomach.]

Okay. Okay.
I like watching humans sleep sometimes.
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[Less than an hour after the Reaper crash lands in the Hills, Shepard is on the network.

She starts the video much more seriously than her other broadcasts, in full armor with guns visible on her back. Unlike her usual smiles, she looks utterly, incredibly serious, holding her sniper rifle plenty visible. For all of the jokes and encouragement she’s given the Mansion before, she looks utterly devoid of it now.]


Alright. I’m gonna make this really, really fuckin’ clear. That thing out there is called a Reaper. It’s a destroyer of worlds, it harvests entire species, and even one of them can wipe a planet. There is nothing for you in there. There’s no cool aliens. There’s no cool tech. Because the real things Reapers bring is Indoctrination.

[She pauses just long enough to catch her breath, and keeps going.]

The longer you’re in that thing, the more you’re gonna want to serve it. The more you’re gonna want everyone you know to serve it. And the more you’ll go to any goddamn lengths to do that, including killing everyone you know. It’ll infect electronics, broadcast signals, and the only way to be cured is to die. It is dangerous. So I’m gonna make this real easy.

[She hoists her gun a little more into view.]

I catch you going anywhere near that thing, and I will take out your goddamn kneecaps from 60 yards.

[She brings the gun back down, but still only at rest.]

You wanna know more about it, you can ask me here. Otherwise, I swear to fuckin’ god, stay out of it.

[private; to Rick Sanchez]

I need to talk to you. Immediately. I need a favor.

[ooc: Feel free to use this if you want to meet up with Shepard near to the Reaper site on day 1, also! She will not actually be shooting people directly, but she has a great aim and will be taking shots right in front of them if she sees them approach. There are, of course, tons of entrances to this thing, so she won’t be able to fend everyone off!]

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Apr. 24th, 2018 08:46 am
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[ When Claire appears on screen she is tense and no-nonsense, her hair pulled back. She's in the clinic, a cabinet with medical supplies clearly behind her. ]

Good morning. In light of the announcement made by Alice last night, I thought I would inform you all of a change made to each floor. Before I do, please note that this does not A) guarantee that the mansion will stay in its usual form when things happen or B) promise that all stores of supplies will remain intact if the mansion does change.

[ Which leaves her feeling a bit helpless as a doctor; what is she supposed to do when Wonderland takes everything away from them? It's as if it truly wants them to suffer at times. ]

After creating a supply room of sorts on the second floor and stocking it, I waited from the first of the month to now to see if it would stick. It did, with not one item missing, even during the event two weeks ago. I decided to at least try this for the times magic simply will not work and abilities are dampened along with the closets. There are quite a few magical volunteers and medically inclined people, but there are over a hundred of us residents. We can't always be everywhere, especially during the chaos.

On each floor, as close to the stairs as I could possibly manage, one room has been set up as a medical supply closet. The first-floor main clinic will serve its purpose with no additional supply room. In these rooms, you will find bandages, elastic wrap bandages, slings, medical tape, gauze, splints, instant cold packs, alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, antiseptic wipes, antibiotic ointments, cotton balls and swabs, disposable non-latex gloves, medical scissors and tweezers, a thermometer, syringes, medical cups and spoons, eye wash solution, and finally, hand sanitizer. There will also be a guide to help with basic first aid, along with instructions on how to do CPR and the Heimlich.

[ Claire finally takes a breath and her face softens a bit. ]

I'll put my concerns as plainly as possible. Many of you are my friends or acquaintances. I don't want anything to happen to you but this is Wonderland. Each event that has an announcement preceding it makes me worry. This may be all for nothing, or it could help. Utilize it if you need it, please. I'll check regularly to be sure supplies stay well stocked. If you have inquiries or concerns, you're more than welcome to let me know.
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[The feed starts out of focus and when it comes back into focus, the view isn't much better. Mostly just a glass of amber liquid, but then these days Seth isn't much seen without one. Not unless a certain friend has been saddled with talking him down again. After a moment though the view shifts, showing the man himself. Midnight black suit, snowy shirt, even his tie is neat and knotted just show.

So much for predictions that after a while he'd start dressing down, though the girl that made the prediction had been shipped home so that might have something to do with it.

Anyone that knows the area though might recognize a booth at Lux. The same one his child self had occupied a few weeks earlier.]


Right so it hit me just now that I've been in this place over a year, which given I haven't stayed in a place longer than about six months since I was eight would be impressive. You know if not for the fact that this is about as mandatory as my last stint, and without the fun knowledge of a release date but with just about as many visit from my brother so that evens out.

[Even without Richie there, Seth's taking jabs at him. Not that he could fault Richie not visiting him in prison, but logic has no place in Seth's rantings.]

Whatever though. Most seem to keep a calendar here and the holidays and all. Christmas. Thanksgiving. What? Arbor Day's coming up, right? What about the rest though? Given we stay our same youthful, beautiful selves [He bites back saying Grunkles not included because dude, what even with the fez] does the rest matter but for ourselves? Do we count the years, or just the celebration of being alive to be stuck in this place? What about anniversaries and other dates from before?

Or does it all just become when you got here, and when all the people that matter left?

[Because for some barely functioning alcoholics without jobs to distract them, that's what's sticking in their heads, apparently.]

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Feb. 15th, 2018 11:10 am
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[Tchaikovsky is playing in the background.]

Can you really draw a definite line between good and evil? Given the opportunity, would you do something terrible, if you knew you could get away with it? Don't answer right away. Think about it. I can wait.

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Dec. 10th, 2017 02:46 pm
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I'm seeing a lot of shoddy 'let me out of here or I'll start stabbing people/shooting people/blowing the place up' attempts at introductions lately, and really, it's starting to get boring.

We get it. Barely anyone actually wants to be here, but if you're going to open with threats, at least try to be inventive about it.

But here's a heads up. No one is impressed by your metaphorical dick-waving. Put it away and at least try to act like you're a civilised person. We put up with worse than you and your shit at least once every couple of months.

If anyone actually tries to start a one man riot, I will personally turn them into a fucking pigeon, and they can go into time out on the roof.
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( network )
( when the device activates there's no message, simply a few seconds of silence before a message taps out )

-.-. --- -- . / - --- / - .... . / .-. --- --- ..-. .-.-.-

( she'd examined the network, had had a brief look of the place for her people but the place was large, and sending a message (however risky) was the only way to ensure meeting them instead of continually missing them. helen knew that there was a likelihood that someone else would intercept the message, being that this device was not hers, but there'd be answers either way. for anyone that does instead respond over the device instead of going to the roof she'll reply back, if a little delayed )
( the roof )
( she's pacing a little. helen doesn't like waiting, not when she's been separated, potentially kidnapped, and she doesn't know the fate of her people. nikola would likely be fine, he was immortal again, but it wasn't just whether he was alive that concerned her.

her gun is concealed under her coat, and she's thankful that she still has it, though it's odd that it hadn't been removed after she'd been brought here. if here was as real as it looked. until helen found any answers, or nikola, she'd be keeping her mind open )
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[There's not a whole lot of audio stimulation on the other end. Wherever he is, it's quiet, on purpose? Maybe. It could just be that he's managed to get a few seconds of peace in an environment that wasn't crowded. That's all this place ever felt like these days, crowded.]

I dunno about the rest of you, but Halloween's just about my least favorite holiday that hits the calendars. Wonder what the Chuckleheads in management have in store, nothing stays quiet in this shithole for long.

Better keep eyes on ammo and able bodies.

There hasn't been any new material, not in a while. Knocking on my door without calling first is a 100% guaranteed barrel to the face.

I'm serious.

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Oct. 18th, 2017 06:58 pm
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[The view comes clear showing Seth sitting on a straight back chair in the middle of a room. Stripped down to his white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up and a sheen of sweat on his brow.

Which rooms is he in though? One of the destruction rooms some of Wonderland had designed for you to go and beat the hell out of things. And it appears Seth has done just that.

All around him are broken dishes, snapped furniture, and bits and pieces of other things he's apparently broken.][He settles back into the chair, his suit jacket hanging on the back of the chair, swaying as he moves.]


All the destruction we do gets repaired. I can attest to that given the number of times some people I know have set off explosives in the maze and yet it's there, and there aren't huge burned out divots in the ground.

[By some people he means himself. Others too but definitely himself.]

How? Why? How long does it take? I can't answer all of it but curiosity's gotten the better of me. So I'm going to stay here and wait and see. Is it just in a flash and suddenly whole? Do they slowly piece themselves back together? What do they call it? Empirical evidence? I'm waiting to see.

So if anyone has ideas, knowledge, bored and want to bitch about Wonderland shit? I could use the conversation while I wait. Figure it's Wonderland. I could be here a while.
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[Replies to this are CLOSED, please see OOC note at the bottom of the post!]




In the wake of our most recent event and regarding the fate of those who lose their fifth life, I would like to propose a new series of data collection on mansion residents. It is my opinion that the instatement of a “death watch” - that is, an archival record of extant resident deaths that have occurred - should be created and maintained, and would serve as a valuable resource for the protection of those who are at risk.

[This is the difficult part: persuading people to share this sort of thing about themselves, knowing what it does to others and how it can hurt, is no easy task. She believed as much when she first spoke with Shepard on the subject, and believes the same now. Evelyn herself does not like to offer personal information unless asked, but knows the burden of carrying that suffering on one's own and how easily an environment can fall to fear.]

I understand that this is very private, very personal information. I understand it is traumatic, and not something that many people want to share. Therefore it is incumbent upon me to stress the critical severity of this situation, and assure you that you are not alone.

I myself have lost four lives here.

In disclosing as much, I hope that others can be swayed to believe in the efficacy of this database, and would urge residents to volunteer their respective death tolls to build the record. Residents who submit information to the watch on their numbers may do so to me privately, if there is concern about embarrassment or persecution from peers.

[It is a valid concern, and one which she has agonised over.]

Commander Shepard’s confirmation from the Queen of Hearts that those who are remade after their last demise are conscripted as spies is extremely troubling. Regardless of the veracity of the information given its source, we as unwilling residents do not have the luxury of allowing for that liability. For those concerned about their safety, I will be actively working with the commander, who is well-equipped to establish and manage security procedures once the record has been transcribed and analysed. This is a living document, and is expected to require additions over time.

I am aware that this is a drastic measure, but a measure worth taking. Please feel free to direct all responses and queries to myself and Commander Shepard.





[OOC NOTE: I realize this is a hot button issue as has generated a lot of replies, which is great! In order to keep myself sane, I'm going to have to cut it off here and request that no one else respond in this post. Messaging Evelyn's inbox is cool if you want to drop a line there instead, but replies will be slower there.

Anyone who did not get to respond in here before the cut-off, I'd really like you to at least drop a comment HERE if you believe your character would still share their information with her. Thank you for understanding!
]
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[Those who've been here for a while might remember the last time Shepard addressed Wonderland in the Citadel, all smiles and lackadaisical jokes. However, today, she's addressing the Mansion at large like a commander- her shoulders are flat, back straight, expression serious.]

Alright. So if I'm correct from the network, a lot of us received items with the same cryptic note and a lot of weird stuff. Some of 'em don't seem to do anything. Some of them, apparently, are eyeballs.

[She brings her right hand into view, holding a broken half of a compact mirror; the mirror inside is shattered beyond repair.]

I got this- but it wasn't broken when I got it. It went to the Queen of Hearts. And because I don't believe in bullshitting anyone here, we should talk about the fact that what's going on right now is purposeful, and we need to be a hell of a lot more careful.

Cut for length )
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[The broadcast begins with a jolt, the image certainly showing that the device is laying crooked, lower than the man in them, and likely not even noticed.

The room looks like a cross between woodland cottage and a mad scientist's lab with cluttered work spaces and a bed pushed into one corner, and a curtain seemingly leading off to a second room. The image of a man scurrying about is seen, his waistcoat mustard colored and his sleeves rolled up. Glimpses of his face might show that his cheeks are red and his hair in a wild tousled state.

His attention though is on anything but the device.]


Nono! Not that. No! He isn't for you to play with!

[Scurrying after something that darts past the camera, the rich, desert-y tan of its fur brushing the device. A moment later Newt rushes by after them.]

Please, come here. I need to... figure out what you even are! Yes, Andy, I know. I wasn't asking for random creatures. I asked for a kneazle.

[Not that Andy speaks, being a pyjak, but Newt has taken to talking to the beastie while doing many of the things he does around his room. Including chasing after someone or something that definitely isn't Andy, since the pyjak has picked up the device and is playing with it now, showing many other images.

Including the teal colored stick bug clinging to Newt's back, and a small, rich reddish brown creature that is racing in circles around the bed, trying to avoid the tan colored creature.

It is in that moment that Newt notices what his pyjak is holding and he groans.]


Oh Merlin's bloody beard. Turn that off.

[Spoiler: Andy doesn't.]
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[ Bill the Lizard is not building. Bill the Lizard is lizarding, sitting on a large rock in the sun. He looks out at the lake, thoughtfully. ]

They've got a whole nine wrapped together, no wonder you can't remember your place neither. Set a foot in one, end up in another, snap of ye finger, goes just like that. Goes they'll all stumble together, and end up here, too. What a right mess that'll be to paint over. Shine like the stars, that's the one, shine like all the stars, like it'll be worth to fight over.

[ Thoughtfully his tongue flicks up and down, and licks the side of his face. ]

Won't compare to her I tell ye, she'll be a right proper treat soon enough-- Aw, but that'd be peeking all right, bad enough we don't got a working door for her right away--

[ Bill flicks his tail and perks up. ]

No. No, listen good, lads, listen, ye hear? Dress up nice and warm, that'll come in well and good later!

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Aug. 17th, 2017 10:40 pm
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i thought i would give this a try, but who put the letters in this order

is it like this in the future, you lot changed the order of the letters

why would you do that

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Jul. 21st, 2017 03:01 pm
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[ After the past few events, Caitlin feels like they all could do with being a little more prepared. Or at least, they could do with knowing who to go to for certain issues. She's already well-aware of the scientific community in the mansion, but there are other fields, right? Others who can lend a hand with... anything.

So she's trying to appear very professional here, in her lab. With her lab coat on.
]

Hi! So, a while back, Claire made a post asking if there were any other medical professionals here. And given the flavor of the last few... [ how does she phrase this ] incidents, I thought it may be useful to get an idea of who can do what around here.

[ She waves a hand, as if to cut off the question. ]

And I'm not asking if you have any special powers or anything. Though if you do, kudos. Even more so if you're comfortable talking about and using yours. [ Cause she is decidedly not. ] Think more along the lines of skills. Talents. Things you have specialized training in. That kind of thing. This way, when things go a particular sort of pear-shaped, we may all have an idea of who can help.

[ And then she smiles nervously. ] Okay. That's all. Thanks!
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[However awkward this broadcast is, given how the Taishou is unfamiliar with technology, he still manages to make it sound quite grave. When the device finally focuses up on his face, he looks serious indeed, although he's not yet become remotely panicked.]

Have you a sword, citizens? I would fight for your safety all the better if I was able to wield one, but unfortunately, my blades did not arrive with me.

Your help is appreciated. I fear we must prepare for the worst.

[That's all he says. Brief but to the point.]
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[So there’s something a little bit different about Jesse that’s almost immediately noticeable the moment the feed starts, due to the way her hair is tucked behind her ears. And that’s the fact that her ears are kind of POINTY, now; she looks like an elf right out of Lord of the Rings.

She also looks CONCERNED.

There’s something a little off about the shadows behind her, too. But the reason for that will be apparent in just a second. She gives the feed a nervous little smile.]


So you’d think I’d be used to the things Wonderland does by now. But it turns out I can still be surprised.

[The next sentence comes out in a rush.]

So I kind of have WINGS.

[She shifts the camera so they’re visible, and it’s her wings that are responsible for the weird shadows behind her. And they’re gorgeous, don’t get her wrong; starting out cream at her back they’re a warm rusty sort of dark orange by their wingtips. But they’re WINGS. She’s pretty sure she’s not supposed to have wings, even if she had ended up a metahuman. She’s never heard of a metahuman having wings, anyway.

Not on her Earth, at least.

They’re a little rumpled, too, because, well, NEW FEATHERY APPENDAGES.]


Anyone have any pointers on how to use them? Because I’ve kind of never had an extra set of appendages before and it’s taking some getting used to.

[A LOT of getting used to. They move on their own, half the time, instincts new and REALLY unfamiliar and she’s tripped over them and gotten tangled more times than she can count. And that’s not including the falling on her face. Or butt.]

And if I’m going to be any use AT ALL I need to learn how to use them. Fast.

[Because they ARE useable. She knows she can fly, instincts she didn't have a day ago are telling her she can. She just... doesn't know how. Doesn't have the muscle memory. Yet.]
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A little over a year ago I provided the mansion with an instructional...brochure of sorts, to better orient newcomers and in particular those who are not from what can only be considered the "modern" era.

[One great unfairness about Wonderland is its tendency to forget that a number of the people living in it are not from time periods that utilise microwaves, for example, or even know what they are. The learning curve is steep for the temporally disadvantaged.]

Seeing as these sorts of publications are only successful when circulated and given the appropriate communal response, I think it only fair to extend the offer of amending any aspects to account for the amenities people may add to our shared residence in the future.

I'm going to leave a number of these in the foyer and on reading tables in the library, but would appreciate it if others would assist in forwarding the file to new residents should in-person explanations become untenable.

[All this just in time for the recent appearance of the dormouse on the network, heralding another event - it makes this particular announcement the more appropriate, since she hasn't been as public a figure lately for personal reasons. Evelyn collects herself for a moment before continuing, because as a long-time resident it is incumbent upon her to broach the issue if only to gather perspectives.]

...additionally, I would like to hear opinions on the notion of holding a public forum about mitigating damages - not necessarily the public safety issue as discussed in previous network announcements, but approaching the aftermath of disasters, both wrought by Wonderland and its residents.

[Only in part does this come from a place of emotion, but the greater percentage stems from practicality. If people are to peaceably live in the same spaces then it must be a team effort, from all sides.

Herself included.
]

This is not to rally a police force. This is not to encourage mob-like behaviour. This is to calmly, openly discuss the subject of accountability and greater communication.
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[The camera starts to find Seth standing by a window, staring out at the snow with a look that seems a mixture of disgust and frustration.]

I bet some of you think this is fun and enjoyable to, huh? Have at it. For those of us that would much rather we'd ended up on a Mexican beach like me, I'm going to be camped out by a fireplace with my newest play on a hot toddy and cards.

I see no point in stepping out that door until this is gone and over with.

[Awww, someone's cranky. Feel free to join him... or mock him.]

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Jun. 1st, 2017 10:13 am
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[Crowley has a pressing, important question.

In fact, it may be the most important question that anyone asks this month.

He sets the device up to video and asks the mansion at large, because he does so dislike making wasted trips.
]

Does anyone know if the lake has ducks on it?
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[Network}

Hey guys, so... what's up?

[Because that's how you start out when you've just arrived in Gravity Falls version two point oh, right? Especially when there's bark behind your head and leaves that flitter in and out of the picture behind her.]

What I get is that we're, what? All trapped in a hell dimension? Maybe it's a shared universal nightmare? Not that this is how my nightmares work, but maybe I'm not the dreamer in charge.

[She pauses, the view wavering, showing more of the woods behind her.]

Whatever. Wonderland though? I think I remember that book from last year. I watched the movie, and still passed the book report so that's enough, right? Though the whole kidnapping thing feels more Lost Boys than Alice.

Is there a pirate? Pirate ship? I am all up for starting a band of kids who never grow up, get in food fights, and make adults run in fear. Who's with me?

Also, the lake shaped like a lizard? Bit odd but cool, man.

[Action]

If anyone is down by the lake, they might spot Wendy perched on a lower branch of a tree. Laid back against the trunk, one leg dangling as she watches the wind ruffle the surface of the lake. Definitely watching for familiar faces, or interesting ones, before deciding to breach the house.

Up there, out of the main line of people traffic, it's much more relaxing and is giving her time to adjust.
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[The video starts to show a man who clearly has seen better days; Rip's face is bruised and bloody both, and that's hardly the full extent of it. There's a very real and dangerous reason why he's seated on the ground making this announcement rather than at the mansion already.]

It would seem there's some manner of event going on. [Something that may already be known. Chronos had knocked Rip out before abandoning him in the woods, and he's willing to bet hours have gone by since then at least. He swallows; speaking is rather hard for a number of reasons, not the least of which being his broken nose.] There's at least one mirror that's crossed over; if you see a tall man wearing a full suit of futuristic armor carrying a trio of guns, I highly suggest you avoid him at all costs. He goes by the name of Chronos, and I cannot emphasize enough how dangerous he is.

[Though perhaps less so to bystanders than to the Legends and their cohorts. Still, Rip would much rather not take the unnecessary risk.]

In a related matter--[Related, ha, as if this little public announcement were the most ordinary thing. Rip squeezes his eyes closed; his head hasn't stopped pounding since he woke up.] I could use some assistance in getting back to the mansion itself. I'm partway between the woods and the building.

[It's as far as Rip's managed to drag himself thus far; in truth he'd hoped to make much quicker progress, or to hear back from the other Legends. Neither has happened, thus? The option of last resort.

Which is so much of why the feed clicks off immediately after.]



{{ooc: Kara's going to be coming out to rescue Rip! But feel free to pester him anyways. Just—be aware that the British guy is in something of a mood.]

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Apr. 17th, 2017 07:00 pm
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I've been thinking lately, about that recent bunch of people who've left. I know, I know - they wouldn't want us mourning quite this long, but it made me remember something I've been meaning to ask everyone.

[It's not a terribly exciting scene. James is sitting cross-legged on his bed, holding the camera in one hand and gesturing with the other as he talks. The result is a but shaky, but it gets the point across.]

One of the worst things about this place, and about when people go...is that it takes their memories of Wonderland. That could be bad for them, of course, but I don't think we talk enough about how horrible it is for us - the people who got left behind. We're left with all the memories of people who--

[He'd been doing well, but he hesitates there. This subject is a bit of a sore one, and he falters.]

...If they're from another world, they won't remember us. And if we do meet again, we've got all these memories they'll never get back. It's one thing to tell someone how close you were and another entirely for them to actually remember it. I've learned that the hard way often enough.

[But he's told off enough Dean Winchesters for that, hasn't he?]

So, I thought this might be good. Come here and share stories about people who've left Wonderland. Tell me your favorite things from here that no one else remembers now. Maybe someone'll even bring up someone you remember, and you can reminisce together! I think it'd be nice to get those stories out there, and have someone else remember your friends from other worlds.

Well then! Enough of me babbling - anyone got any old other worldly friends they want to brag about?

[ooc: Threadjacking is entirely welcome and highly encouraged!]
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[The video starts abruptly with the sight of blonde curls and perhaps a flash of blue eyes which then quickly spins around to show brown wing tip shoes and the bottoms of tan corduroy trousers.]

Goodness, this is a needy bit of technology, isn't it? I suppose it's good that it beeped until I found it. Er...

[He only now notices that the device in his hands seems to be recording his shoes and he fumbles with it until it finally switched cameras to show his face. Well, sort of. It's a bit too close at first before he adjusts it to... Well he's clearly holding it at arm's length. There are hedges behind him.]

Oh, er... I'm terribly sorry to disturb whoever it is I've accidentally video phoned... But, if you could do me a favor and let me know where I am and possibly how I ended up here, it would be much appreciated.

[This better not be some odd prank on Crowley's part...]

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