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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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[Hey look guys, it’s a network post from your ole pal, Bill! No, not the lizard and shame on you for being disappointed by that revelation! Yes he is a triangle, yes he is stunning and thankfully he doesn't seem to have packed any extra entertainment to explode into his broadcast today.]

“ALL RIGHT WONDERLAND, I think it’s HIGH TIME someone ASKS the BIG QUESTION-- just HOW MANY OF YOU come from the LAND OF LIVELY CORPSES?!

I GET IT. OUR ROTTING BRETHREN are CHARMING ENOUGH. IF anything the REST of you MORTALS should be like THEM. At least ZOMBIES ACCURATELY DISPLAY the TRUE HORROR of what BEING ALIVE FEELS LIKE—slowly SHAMBLING towards your DEATH every PASSING SECOND, you CAN’T KEEP YOUR PIECES TOGETHER and all you WANNA DO IS GRRRRROAN-- But I tend to LIKE a little VARIETY in my TORTURE! SO I wanna KNOW, just how many more MINDS do we gotta CYCLE THROUGH before we’ve VISITED ALL of your TRAUMA-- because I swear, if I have to GO through ANOTHER REALITY where I FAKE a BLOOD TEST, I just might have to START STOCKING UP.

[The triangle’s lid narrows at that, an unpleasant memory from Genosha flashing momentarily into his retina.]

“Now either we’re FAILING SOME KINDA TEST every time these SUCKERS COME BY or WONDERLAND’S started PICKING FAVORITES…

[And if it’s the latter, he really would like to know.]

“Anyway, you KIDS LOVE CONSPIRACIES; so LAY EM on ME! I think we ALL KNOW what HAPPENS when you DON’T~
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[Mettaton’s videos don’t seem to be up to their usual standards this morning. For one, the recording seems to have been started without his acknowledgement- seeing as it isn’t focused on his face or even his fabulous legs- and two, the once pinkish hue of his lights were now saturated to an ethereal gold instead; a yellow color rather more associated with well…]

“OH. YOU’RE STILL HERE…”

[The owner of that voice. The robot, ‘Mettaton,’ stops his trek midwalk as the yellow lights flicker back to their trademark magenta.]

"Of course I’m still here, you utter beast! This is my body! It’s not yours!"

[This is vile. It feels vile. He can feel his body moving but it’s not by his wishes, his will, and he simultaneously feels disconnected and painfully present.]

“WHOA-HO didn’t take LONG to get on YOUR BAD SIDE, DID IT? Come on METTs, Is that any way to GREET someone BACK from the DEAD? I thought YOU WANTED to help me SHAKE THINGS up!” [The lights flash back to yellow, and Bill’s jovial tone drops flat.] “YOU DON’T LIKE IT, DON’T STAY. In a FEW HOURS it won’t MATTER ANYWAY."

[Mettaton’s SOUL lets out a pulse of anger, something he knows that Bill can feel inside this body. One of his (and it is undoubtedly his hands, not Bill’s, never Bill’s) hands clench in reaction to it, a whirring stirring up in his gears that settles down quickly.]

Don’t stay? Don’t stay!? You’re an idiot if you think that I will relinquish any hold on MY body to YOU. To think there was even a moment where I worried about you when you disappeared! I truly am a weak fool.

[Just like he always suspected about himself, huh? If he had never cared for anyone other than himself, maybe this would have been easier to repel. Maybe he never would have talked to Bill in the first place. Besides, even if Mettaton did want to let go or leave for whatever reason, he knows he couldn’t. His magic, his essence, his very soul keeps him tied to this body and its forms. It would take a lot more than this to boot him out if it could happen at all. But… what was that last bit?]

What do you mean it won’t matter? What are you planning to do?

"This isn’t the KIND of dimension that SHAPES up, instead it SHAPES “US." WONDERLAND thought it could SWALLOW ME, well I'm THROUGH with PLAYING its GAME! WITH this form's DESTRUCTIVE TALENTS and my ENDLESS SOURCE of PURE ENERGY we’ll level this CARDHOUSE! ONCE I COLLAPSE that RABBIT HOLE and GET to the HEART of this OPERATION, this DIMENSION FALLS and it's TAKING EVERYTHING with it!"

[No more bizarre emotions! No more threats to his psyche! The eyes of the shared form flicker to notice the camera at last.]

"WELL WOULD YA LOOK AT THAT?.. SEEMS you GET TO GIVE a FINALE PERFORMANCE after all. WHADDIYA SAY give em a SHOW to END ALL SHOWS."

OOC: All right friends; Yes, Mettaton just got his body stolen by Bill Cipher. Yes, Bill Cipher just threatened to destroy Wonderland. Lucky for you,  MTT will succeed in kicking Bill out in a closed thread.  Replying will get you one or both of your esteemed hosts. Have Fun~
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[It's Tiny Rick! Your favorite guy. That lovable teenage fucko. He's standing up on one of the beds and holding out his phone like he wants to take a selfie as he broadcasts, mostly so he can gesture at the camera with his free hand.]

Alright, li-listen up, preschoolers. I know ev-everyone wants to have fun in the Silent Hill lab with the pudding monsters, being children and what the fuck ever, b-but this is not all f-fun and games and endless disappointments from Konami. Dr. A and Frisk h-have explained this whole, the whole creepy lab and creepy pudding things, but I'm here to tell you about this kid bullshit. That's right, fuckos, we-we've got, got two goddamn simultaneous fucking events on our hands, and it's, it's complete fucking, it's bullshit. Tiny Rick was a fan-favorite, and we, we already fucking tempted fate enough with rehashing the whole stolen cable plot, but fuck it, I-I guess this is just how the network's gonna run things now. Grind it into the dirt t-till no one cares anymore, right? Fuck you. D-Do you have any idea how much Werner Herzog fucking costs?

[He's getting off track, so he pauses and clears his throat.]

I-If you've been turned into a kid, y-you are not in your right body. This is not the r-real me and it's not the real you either, but you're, you're gonna try damn fucking hard to convince yourself it is, because it's real fucking tempting to, to get your youth back and relive the glory days, lemme fucking, fucking tell you. But these are just c...cl...?

[He pauses, frowning, because what the fuck is the word for it?]

...Like, copies, genetic copies, or I dunno, magic--magic bullshit constructs, who the fuck knows with Wonderland. Point is, your real body is slowly dying in a vat somewhere in this lab. You gotta find your vat and transfer your consciousness b-back into your correct body, or--fuck, Wonderland might kill us or m-make us all go through puberty again. No one wants that. No one in the entire goddamn world wants that. Trust me, it's not worth it.

[As Rick's talking, something takes shape behind him. It looks kind of like a tall, white spoon. It doesn't really do anything, just sort of hovers translucently on the opposite side of the bed from him. When he pauses and glances back over his shoulder, the thing vanishes.]

Uh...so yeah. Avoid pudding monsters, f-find your vat, get back into your real body. And if you need help remembering that you're not supposed to be a kid, listening to Elliott Smith seems to work. I-I've got his entire discography on my phone.

[He pulls said phone away and plays himself off with a sad song.]
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[What do you do when everything has devolved into utter calamity and you are, once again, immune to Wonderlands whims? Why, mock the populace​ of course! Bill floats lazily with a single-lense pair of sunglasses on top of the water he cannot touch. It's a pool party and you all wish you weren't invited!]

“An IMMUTABLE WALL of PURE LIQUID, The IMMINENT THREAT of HYPOTHERMIA combined with a VIRUS of the FLESH EATING variety FOLLOWED by sputtering, INCOMPREHENSIBLE CHATTER?!

HEHE! Whoever's HEAD DREAMT this MESS UP has got problems- I'm taking notes!”

[Quite literally. The triangle summons a roll of parchment out of subspace, tilting right side up to snatch it up with a dramatic flourish and stand upon the waves.]

“You know what this place could REALLY USE? A-”

[and he’s gone-- wait no, just back to having his back against the water. He attempts to rise.]

“A-”

[Only to find himself face down again.]


“A-”

[And again.]


“A-”

[This time the parchment remains floating and it hits him in the face when he stands up.]


"A-- ”

[Apparently someone isn't immune to ALL the effects]

OOC: How could I resist some RESET shenanigans, come laugh at Bill's time loops or get caught in one yourself. Replies likely wont come until friday, but I'll boomerang to make up for it. Consider this a placeholder.
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[Maybe no one is ready to rally up and take arms against the Authority of this dimension just yet, but for as little time as he has been in Wonderland, Bill can’t say his plans are off to a terrible start. Despite the last few uh…. Hiccups he’s had with the Pines family and their entourage, his mission to spread doubt about the Queen and display himself as the stronger entity was going fairly strong. Having a few followers and deals isn’t enough, though. He has to make good on his word. To be the better deity, you have to show why you’re better. And Bill believes he knows just how.

Residents of Wonderland will wake up to find this text on their screens; though only words, the script itself seems to have a life of its own, fizzling, glitching and popping all over is the phrase:


ASK ME ANYTHING )

OOC: For those not in the know, the creator of Bill’s canon actually did an IC AMA once and it’s the best thing ever. Bill is the literal All- Seeing-Eye and IS capable of being omniscient, if you want to ask about your characters own canons he CAN conceivably answer certain things-- but, as stated, his answers might not pertain your character’s Universe so you can always disregard anything you don’t agree with.
Bill may answer in riddles, try to get around the question, or just argue that your question is stupid, although if there is something specific you want and I’m not taking the hint, you can always PM me too!
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Another day, another event. It seems Wonderland is determined to remind me that I am short as both an adult and a child. Perhaps the next one could involve stilts of some sort. That being said, I apologize for anything strange I may have said.

[Because clearly that's the only thing to address here. Regardless, Zacharie moves on.]

My personal thoughts aside, I have noticed we have a few new faces! Welcome to Wonderland friends. I'm Zacharie, the traditional items merchant. I sell a variety of useful items and equipment for you protagonist types and I take trades, information and actual money if you have it as payment. Feel free to browse and I will be happy to help you with anything you may need.

[And here's his list! Enjoy all the video game lingo. He's just going to wait for any questions he might receive.]
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[Bill is positively over the moon; he pops on the feed without preamble, knocking back a martini before morphing his eye into a toothy mouth to inhale the thing whole.]

"Got to HAND IT to ya WONDERLAND, NOTHING SAYS A PARTY like EVERYONE HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS AT ONCE, MASSES PUZZLING OVER inanely "SiMPLE!" CLUES and an OPEN BAR! A SHAME our ESTEEMED HOST doesn't want to SHOW THEMSELVES. We OUGHT to give them a ROYAL WELCOME!... Unless of course, it's NOT who we THINK it is."

[Gone is Bill's typically casual posture. He floats aloft, hands aflame in a pose much more reminiscent of the idols erected in his honor by generations past. His yellow hue, a bit more gold, his luminescence, brighter and more godlike than ever before. He looks positively regal; and why shouldn't he? He has company to impress, for once. All he's missing is a crown.]

"I know I'D hate to be RULED by something that CLAIMS to have POWER over what it CLEARLY DOESN'T. Between you and me, WONDERLAND could use a bit more WONDER-- HERE's a few things worth WONDERING about:

WONDER what happens if you ASK for TOO MANY REQUESTS from the CLOSETS!

WONDER how we got SO MANY different PEOPLE!

WONDER HOW INFINITE the INFINITELY deep pool REALLY is!

WONDER HOW MANY QUESTIONS IT TAKES before you WANE DOWN someone's SANITY through SHEER ANNOYANCE ALONE!

WONDER WHY we ACCEPT someone to be in POWER when they never prove WHY they DESERVE to have it.

[What? It's not treason if he poses it in the form of a question, right~?]


REMEMBER! CURIOSITY might have KILLED THE CAT, but if SCHRODINGER'S INVOLVED; there's MORE to THAT STORY!

OOC: Howdy friends! Due to rl, I'll be a bit slow on replies but everyone (yes, you, 4th wallers) are welcome to backtag this even after the 10th! Bill does have his Omniscence here, so for those unfamiliar with his character, have some handy links. He can't turn these abilities off, but I never want to use Bill's powers to ruin someone else's fun. if there is something you want/absolutely do not want, feel free to PM me any time! Happy 10th Eway~
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[Dipper probably shouldn't think too hard about how he's slept better than ever while thinking he's a mutant living in an especially crime-ridden area of a war-torn country with an even more criminal great uncle than usual. He shouldn't think about how the second his memories returned to him, he momentarily lost control of his powers, wrapping himself in a ball of shadows so deep and dark that only Mabel's light could bring him out of it. But he doesn't have to think about any of those things because there's a lot more important things to think about. Specifically, the fact that as usual, none of this is real. As usual, Wonderland is just messing with their heads and the fact that he has rad shadow controlling superpowers doesn't make up for that. Ok, it goes a little ways towards making him feel better, but not much!

Still, the world has to know the truth, so he wastes no time in setting up a mass video broadcast.]


Guys, I just realized that we're still in Wonderland and none of this is real! It's just another event! Mutants, humans, whatever, it doesn't matter, and I know for a fact some of you guys are neither! I mean, I'm usually human and a mutant now so whatever you think you are is definitely irrelevant, not that being racist would be okay even if we were what we think we are.

Also, is it weird that I can suddenly remember that this is an event? Usually we stay brainwashed the whole time, right? The last time things broke like this it turned out the core was screwed up and then the holes in reality started and the Mirrors stole our stuff. So uh, maybe we should be worried? I don't know. This just seems even more weird than normal.

[This isn't the first time Dipper has sent a mass broadcast with an extremely serious message about a crazy conspiracy, of course. It happens every week or so. Dipper is all about crazy conspiracy theories, most of which have very little evidence to go on. But that definitely won't make him less believable, right?? This is true!!]
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[ Philip sits at his desk. He briefly considers setting the scene, tidying up the stack of papers, or-- What's the point? It's his office. Nobody is going to see him. But all of Genosha is about to hear him.

He clears his throat.

And rolls his eyes at the private joke, because even like that it's getting old.
]

Due to the series of recent events I'm forced to remind all fellow mutants to travel carefully, especially near the Ridgeback Mountains region. Do not travel alone. Do not underestimate what their misguided rebellion is capable of. And remember to listen to Her Majesty's daily broadcast for further updates and information.

Long live the Queen.


[ Because he sure as bloody hell isn't going to bother reaching out like this again anytime soon. He doesn't add as much, though. Instead Philip presses a tissue to his nose, and catches the blood. Shuffles around some papers, and takes the opportunity to pause, anyway, because when his mind reaches across the island again the message plays a different tune: ]

To all homo sapiens: Our world does not need to be like this. Why try to anchor us in the past, when you could be part of our future? We are offering our help to you. If you would like to accept it, report to the science faculty at Magda University to participate in our Human Evolutionary Advancement Research Trials. Don't let the coming days be your end. Let them be a new beginning for all of us.

Never forget this: You have a chance to decide your own fate, before it gets decided for you.


[ He combs through his notes. Nope, that's that taken care of. Jesus Christ, he'll need a stiff drink now. He fumbles for a bottle in his drawer, and the phone on his desk. ]

Private Text to Ford Pines
Since as usual none of what I'm saying gets through to your tin brain, get your bloody arse over here and give me a status report on the experiments.

[[ OOC: Plotting comment is here, my contact post is here. Philip cannot read thoughts, so any replies will need to happen through other means. He won't get his memories back until late on the fourth day, so feel free to post starters across all days accordingly (or contact me if you want to set something up!) ]]
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Hm...I've been wondering about Superpowers lately! Does anyone else wonder what it would be like to have them? Or what it would be like to have a different one, if you've already got one? There's no need to leave anyone out of the pondering just because they've alr͕̦̤̝e҉͈͇̦̼̕a̹͢ͅd̡͖̼̹̤͈͎̟͡ỳ҉̗̟̜̖̹ ͡҉̳͔g̡͈̪͇̪̻̲̼̬o͏̸̛̰̗̰̦̲ͅt̻̠̜͝͠͝-͕̙-҉̣͈

[Curiously, the audio glitches out of the post and becomes something else entirely. The video feed is still there and everyone can see Alice excitedly talking about something, presumably different superpowers, and occasionally shaking her head and going on a different excited tangent. Even without her eyes, her moods are crystal clear. The audio, however, sounds more like a radio broadcast. The voice that comes through is not Alice's and does not match up with her movements at all. it belongs to someone a bit older than her.

--ecent attacks? [A small, polite, controlled laugh.] I should think everyone knows who's responsible. Clearly we ought to be investigating the Humans! We should have never allowed them to live among us. It was doomed to fail from the start!? You simply can't expect them to live alongside people who are biologically superior to them in every way. It was never going to work! It was only a matter of time before they began lashing out. They won't be happy unless we are suffering.

[There something garbled, another voice - perhaps an interviewer?]

Their inherent jealousy should not be the problem of my people. Thankfully, our task force is working their absolute hardest - my "heart" goes out to every one of you! [There's some more static, as a small group of people laughs at the pun.] My honest opinion though, is that none of them belong here. Not a single one. And if I have my way, EVERY last one of them wil͝҉̱̳̦̦l͏̷̱̳ ̶̯̖̜͔͍̗̩͘b̢̧͙͇͓̻̯͈̺̤̀e̛͏̖ ̢̧͚͡ḓ̢̰͙͕̦͉̜͢-̸̫̦̺͡-̥͉̠̣̯̝̪̕͝!

[The audio cuts out once more and returns to Alice, speaking as she normally does, with her mouth matching up to her voice again.]

--and that's why I think flying would be the best power. Don't you think so? What sort of power would you want, if you could pick anything at all?
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[personal profile] mviw
If you would kindly, Wonderland, answer some questions, I would greatly appreciate your input.

1. Are you from a species that can dream?

2. Do you dream? How often?

3. What do you typically dream about?

4. Are your dreams lucid? Can you control what happens in them?

5. What's your favorite dream that you remember?

6. Tell me about any nightmares you've had.*





* - This one is optional.
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under the cut: bruce/henry. post cut: network post. )

[Well, he’s going to be grounded for the rest of his natural life. Convenient that none of his family will fall under the curse because they’re all immune. After thinking about it, all he can do is address Wonderland en masse.]

Uh. Hi. So. You guys may have...noticed people falling asleep and some purple smoke?

[Deep breath.]

It’s called a sleeping curse. And it’s from my world. It’s not supposed to go through the air like this though. It’s like the curse from Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, if you have those in your world. Poison apple, prick of a spindle or a needle...

...The only way to wake someone up
[and BOY IS HE SORRY ABOUT THIS] is true love’s kiss. But that doesn’t have to mean a romantic person. It can be a spouse or significant other but it can also be a sibling, parent, best friend. If you love that person, it should work. Otherwise...they’re just asleep. That’s all.

[And he has no idea how to wake them up.]

I think since we are in Wonderland and it only likes things to be temporary, the whole thing will end in at most a couple days. And if not I’ll work with everyone I can here to make it better. I’m...I’m really sorry? I was just trying to show one person how magic and science work together.

[Bruce chimes in with some more practical suggestions, not ignoring Henry’s apology but not addressing it yet either.]

If you find anyone lying around in strange and random places, it might be for the best to get them somewhere safe. Either their own bedroom, or we can make use of one of the empty rooms here for everyone. It might be better to have someplace where it’s easier to keep an eye on everyone, especially if it takes any longer than a day or two for this to pass.

In the meantime, I’ll be looking into a way to fix this.
[A way that’s not a kiss, anyway.] Any scientists and magic users are more than welcome. We could use the help, I think.

[ooc: feel free to have people react to either Bruce or Henry on the network post, action tag them in the lab, and of course, use this post as gathering for all your rping needs! The lab portion with Bruce and Henry was not broadcast to the mansion. You're more than welcome to create your own posts. For more info on this plot, including the duration, see this post. blue - henry, green - bruce.]

012 | Video

Jul. 5th, 2016 06:53 pm
wickedwest: (Not to Worry I'll Get It Later)
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I don't suppose anyone's given any more thought to what happened before we were all forced to trick or treat.

[No, not the gravity thing. Zelena doesn't care about that aside from being annoyed that it happened to begin with.]

Unless you've all managed to deal with it quietly, but I've been here long enough to know that when something big happens, it's far from quiet. So then, the way I see it, either you're all still looking for that supposed spy and made absolutely no progress.

[She's sticking to voice, but the amusement in her tone probably makes it clear that she finds that hilarious.]

Or you've simply given up, and decided to ignore it. Can't say that would surprise me either, though it's a bit disappointing. Here I was hoping you'd all provide some sort of entertainment by accusing and turning on each other. But no, I suppose that's really just too much to ask, isn't it?
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[Whoever's transmitting this feed is doing a great job of managing to conceal their identity. Or maybe, not-so-great.

A glance at their name only shows the user as THE ABSOLUTE GOD OF H, and an icon of a poorly-drawn dragon... goat. thing. Their voice is distorted, almost as if they're talking through one of those cheap voice-changer things you find at a flea market.]


GREETINGS, CITIZENS OF

[An image appears on everyone's devices for a few moments:]



I AM HYPERDEATH. THE ABSOLUTE GOD OF HYPERDEATH. And you're all probably wondering - 'How did someone so powerful get into Wonderland?? What'll we do??' Fear not, as I do not mean any harm.

HOWEVER!!!!!

YOUR CANDY IS NOT SO SAFE. I WILL MAKE MY PRESENCE KNOWN FROM ROOM TO ROOM, DEMANDING YOUR SUGARY SACRIFICE IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR CONTINUED LONGEVITY. TAKE THIS TIME TO PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR THE COMING OF SUCH A GREAT AND POWERFUL MONSTER, THE LIKES OF WHICH THIS UNIVERSE HAS NEVER SEEN!!!!!!!!!

Or, uh, you can just slip some into room 023, second floor. That'd be neat, too.

FAREWELL!!!!!!!!!!!


[The audio ends with two pots banging together. Dramatic thunder!!!]
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WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!

[After some grumbling and fumbling, Stan turns on the video feed. It's very dark wherever he is, and he's only lit by the light of his network device, but he's looking pretty disheveled in his underwear and he's glaring hard into the camera.]

Can't a guy get some shut-eye around here without this stupid mansion pulling some bizarre magical stunt? Is floatin' around in the air what that dumb mouse meant by "tricks"? [He makes a fist and shakes it.] I oughta show that darn rat a trick or two!

[He's fuming, because obviously he was just jostled out of bed in the middle of the night because he was lifted several feet up and fell flat on his face.

Obviously that's what this is about.
]

Stupid damn trick anyway. I could pull off somethin' better than that with my eyes closed!

[Well. He can think of at least one trick he'd pull off better.]
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[The screen boots up, blipping out of focus ever so slightly, as the happy titles for a DRAWING TUTORIAL make their way onto, and occasionally fizzle off, the display. Distantly, this 'tune' can be heard in the background, distorting the music with its impossible, never heightening decibels.]

HOW tO dRaw A T̶̴͝R̶̕͞I̷͜͞͠A̛҉̀Ņ͘͢͞͡G̨Ļ͢͝E̢͜

1.) Put THREE DOTS on YOUR PAPER or whatever object YOU'VE CHOSEN TO DEFACE!

B.) DRAW A LINE CONNECTING THE VERTICES!

3.) LAMENT your COMPLETE INABILITY to draw a SINGLE STRAIGHT LINE (Hey! No cheating, I SEE that STRAIGHT EDGE, BUB!)

4.) ADD A DOT AT THE MIDPOINT of the RIGHT and LEFT LINES!

5.) QUESTION WHAT TRULY IS RIGHT AND LEFT when perspective and YOUR LIFE are both ABSOLUTELY MEANINGLESS!

VI.) Use the midpoint to draw an oval YOU CREEPS!

7.) ADD a dot within the oval at wherever you'd like to SUBJECT YOUR JUDGEMENTAL stare first. GO ON, YOU'VE EARNED IT!!

.) Fail to realize you just STARTED FOLLOWING THESE INSTRUCTIONS without thought like THE SHEEPLE you are!

--.)
-͞-̵̷́͏-̴͜͟͡-҉͡-̸̢͘-͞-̵̷́͏-̴͜͟͡-҉͡-̸̢͘-͞-̵̷́͏-̴͜͟͡-҉͡-̸̢͘

[All at once, the screen flashes with an obscenely bright light, aiming to seer the videos completed after image into the watchers retinas. After all, it's much easier for Bill to enter the minds of people, when they already have his image imprinted somewhere in their brains! The static emits one more alarmingly loud hiss before the picture dissipates entirely.]

E͠M̸͟͝K̡ ̵̢͝ ̧Y̶̡̧K͞ ̴̴ ̵̧̢ ̷̕Z͘͠MY͢͡͡Q̡
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charlastan: Iscariot - Walk the Moon (Than you bargained for)
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[There's no video this time, but there's background noise. Some might mistake it for static, but others might put together what it really is - waves rolling and crashing. After a moment or two, Stan's voice comes through loud and clear. He doesn't waver, but he definitely keeps it brief.]

So, uh. When somebody's room's all cleared out, that means they're outta here, right? ...Just makin' sure I've got it straight.

[No one will believe that for even a second, but to be totally honest Stan's not even trying really. There's another beat and he considers ending it there, but there's one more thing he needs to say. He should probably do so privately, but he's pretty sure most people think the only people he has around here are the twins and he doesn't want anyone getting the wrong idea about who's gone.]

And Dipper? Mabel? ...We've gotta talk.

[That's it. He cuts the feed there and he goes back to what he's been doing most of the day - pitching rocks as hard and as far as he can into the ocean from the docks, and shouting obscenities at the open water, at someone who will never hear him. He'll be there most of the day, if anyone would rather catch him in person.]
punful: (tfw the pun makes them bust a rib)
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[action]
[So, okay. This is new. Sans is no stranger to waking up in weird places and wondering how you got there, but this is preeeeeetty different. For one thing, there's a sky. And sunshine. And even a freaking ocean.]

[It's the Surface, but...not exactly. Something ain't right. Fortunately, Sans is a master of staying chill, even in the face of the truly weird. He spends a good few hours wandering around the courtyards and gardens, getting his bearings, reading the network archives and generally figuring things out. There's a huge building nearby but he doesn't want to go indoors yet. This could all vanish at any second. He wants to enjoy the existence of sunshine while he can.]

[Seeing a skeleton wandering around so close to Halloween...it fills you with...DETERMINATION?]


[TEXT]

[Once he's pretty sure he's got a handle on what's going on here, he decides it's high time he introduced himself to the populace. And hey, whaddaya know, there's a font on here that really speaks to him.]

so...is this place updog?

[Video]

Oct. 18th, 2015 03:50 pm
deadlystar: (thinking)
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I've been here longer than I anticipated, and already some strange things have happened. When the chance arises, I will kill the one who keeps us here, the one who calls herself Queen.

[And if she doesn't like hearing that, Gamora is more than happy to address her with the tip of her blade.]

Until that time comes, I intend to remain in top condition through practice, so if anyone would like to spar, you can ask me.

But don't waste my time if you're a novice. I prefer a reasonable challenge. Just be aware that my people are stronger and more agile than the typical Terran... Earthling, so if you do wish to fight, don't complain if you get hurt.

[And speaking of fighting...]

Let me know what the best place for fighting would be.
wriggedywrecked: (grandpa needs his booze morty)
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[Click. Shuffling sounds. Distant burping.]

Okaaaay, so we got a, some kind of extra-dimensional Skype in this place, is that what this is? Great, it's great to know everyone has their fucking priorities in order. Holy shit, does this archive really go back only ten years? I-Is that all? So th-they're juUUURRHHst not even, even trying, are they, there's just no attempt to make any of this look at all scientifically plausible. And you realize, uh, th-that spontaneously generating a laboratory that looks suspiciously like mine back home, but in a, in some kind of fucking hotel room--that's--that's not exactly subtle. It's like you're not even trying.

Hey, why don't you ask the Sigerians what happened the last time they tried to trap a Rick in a simulation? Oh right. You c-can't. They all blew up.

[But really, one would almost think that all this bullshit was just too obvious. If this is a simulation, why install Skype? Why in some kind of shitty upscale hotel with some kind of wannabe Versailles courtyards and gardens and a view of a forest? The idea with a simulation is to make the victim feel like nothing's out of place. The other option, given the evidence and circumstances is: magically generated pocket dimension.]

So judging by the archives on this--this--this dumb archaic fucking piece of shit technology that I'm honestly offended by, because I mean, you, you invent what you think is an advanced communicator and you have a video option but no fUUUHHHcking hologram or m-matter transference?--judging by all that shit, there's, what, maybe eighty other people here? Or at least simulations of eighty other assholes. On the off-chance th-that you're listening and/or real and/or not a small army of dumbfucks, just wondering where we stand on, on escaping this simulation and/or magical bullshit dimension.

And if anyone sees a d-dumb little turd that answers to "Morty" tell him to get his dumb little turd ass to the third floor.
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[ the last time dean had addressed wonderland, he’d been all leery smiles and compliments— with a set of nice inky eyes, too, that is. today finds him in entirely different mood, face set to a carefully guarded neutral expression, as he sits by a table somewhere within his own room. fingers drum a steady beat against the wooden surface, the only cue that not all may be as well as he’d like for it to appear. ]

Now that we’re all done hating each other, I got a small refresher as far as our feathery ranks in Wonderland go. Looks like Cas — uh, Castiel — has fluttered off back home, leaving this place without any flying nerds to bark about Heaven. [ which should be great, sure. but it was cas, and anyone who knows anything about dean also knows how much said nerdy little dude meant to him.

it’s as if that very thought crosses his mind, too, as his sets his jaw into a harder line some seconds later, then attempts to brush off the topic. ]


He didn’t have a lot of stuff, perks of wearing Heaven’s badge, but it turns out he did have this. [ the feed drops a little lower on the desk, where placed neatly right in front of dean is the first blade. the drumming intensifies, but dean firmly keeps his hands away from it— hell, he doesn’t even look at it. ]

I need someone to take it.

[ before i jam it into someone’s throat. ]

That's it.

[ end feed. ]

private to crowley. )
failedparenting: (28id: Kicked the oxygen habit)
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[Generally John try to keep his drinking out of the public eye. Mostly he drinks in the bar or in his own room, bUT there are just some days you have to break your routine.

Being slammed into this place again and again like some meat yo-yo is really starting to do a number on his self respect.]


I hate this place. I really do.

[John drains the glass in front of him, refilling it with blessed whiskey. It's not even good stuff, because his personal philosophy is if you're just looking to drown your sorrows, it's unfair to the good whiskey to waste it if it's not getting tasted.]

I hunted this house once. We thought it was just a poltergeist, with ths things getting thrown around and messages on the walls. Routine. But no, the goddamn thins was alive. It moved the stairs and walls around, I swear to god it could breathe. Used the nails in the floorboards as teeth.

There was nothing we could do, so we just had to soak it in gasoline and torch the motherfucker.

[And there goes the second tumbler of whiskey.]

What I'm trying to say is, it's an option.

text;

Aug. 29th, 2015 10:19 pm
radiopalkiller: (just a cigarette)
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That's two negative votes on the network already, and I'm sorely missing the rousing speeches in Hydra's favour. Honestly, what sort of proper evil organisation doesn't even spring for an informative brochure?
disassembles: winter soldier, brainwashing, chair, hurt (058)
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08/28 - TEXT | CLOSED Wonderland Avengers + Peggy, John, Sansa, Sharon, and Evelyn.

Steve has been brainwashed - I don't know how. He doesn't remember anything, and thinks he's an agent of HYDRA. Stay away from him.

I think this event is based on my memory, and if that's true... We're in for a lot of trouble.


08/29 - VIDEO | OPEN

[ The video opens with James in full combat gear. He's using one of the wall-mounted monitors, but the bulk of his body blocks out most of the room. There's a fading purple bruise just above the high collar of his vest; it obviously isn't fresh, but he's fighting to control his breathing, like he just got into a fight. He closes his eyes briefly, takes a breath. ]

Some of you might have noticed that people around the mansion are losing their memories, becoming violent, attacking friends... And these - [ He holds up a red banner with a particular logo on it. ] Have started to show up in the hallways. They belong to an organization called HYDRA. They're from my world - from my memory.

[ He looks directly into the camera. His expression turns softer, something weary in eyes. He knows he's addressing the whole mansion, but he's speaking to a few people in particular, too. ]

HYDRA wants you to believe that you're working for the greater good. They tell you they can put a stop to all of the violence and the chaos. [ Another breath. It's been almost a year, and he still feels cold sweat prickling at his spine, talking about this. ] They'll tell you that you need to help them do it, and once all of the dirty work is done with, we'll have peace. They'll tell you that you're doing good by helping them, that there's a reason for it. They'll say whatever it takes to get you to believe them and excuse the things that they do.

Listen to me - I've been there. It's not true, no matter how much you might want to believe it.

This is what they do.

[ He moves to the side. Behind him, a chair is visible. It has straps built into it, obviously made to hold someone with considerable strength, and a halo of machinery ringed around the top of it. There are monitors arrayed nearby, currently silent. ]

They use this to brainwash people. You forget everything - your history, friends, family - right down to your name. Your entire existence revolves around HYDRA and furthering their cause. They don't want peace, they want obedience.

Anyone they can't manipulate or brainwash, they'll kill.

[ He exhales softly. ]

I'm sorry I brought this down on your heads. If you still know who you are, be careful. Switch rooms if you can. Lock up and stay safe.

[ He touches the edge of the monitor, thinking he's turned it off.

He walks over to the chair and stands in front of it for a long moment, the fingers of his left hand skimming the machinery. It's been months, and even after all he's just said, he knows that if he lets them take him, it's back to quiet oblivion. He wouldn't have to think about what his memory has done to Steve, and what it will do to so many people who have nothing to do with it. They could just wipe him, start again.

If HYDRA taught him anything well, it's that anything he cares for, he will lose. Being what he is, he has no right to it. How many times did he convince himself, in the end, that pain was a necessary lesson? He was nothing. It was better that way. He was a weapon.

Maybe this is his reward for daring to think he could be more than that.

There's a metal-on-metal screech as James' fist tightens. He rips the upper half of the machinery off the chair, then swings it into the bank of monitors nearby. He could take the whole damn thing apart with his bare hands, but he stops there, watching the sparks fly, his expression utterly blank.

The terrible truth is that he doesn't feel angry, seeing the chair again for the first time.

He feels a bitter, self-hating kind of regret. ]


[ ooc: action log here ]
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[It wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume that this broadcast is an accident. After all, it’s currently a very clear view of a blue bird standing on the phone and bending down to peer into the camera. She seems more interested in the thing than most animals are, but still, just a cute little bluebird, staring into the screen.]

Other people can see this, right?

[….okay, most bluebirds don’t talk. Beatrice moves back and adjusts the phone, leaning it up against something so that she can get the whole view.]

Great. I’m looking for two idiots. One’s tallish and has a red cone on his head. The other has a frog and a tea pot. They’re probably being completely useless and walking into walls without me, so if you could return them to me? That’d be just great. I’d also really appreciate it if anyone could point me towards the way out of here.

[She leans forward, eyes widening innocently.] You should know, it’s a very good idea to help out magical creatures. I’d owe you a boon! And you never know when that could come in handy.

[She hesitates and adds:]

And Wirt, Greg? If you’re listening? I’m— [She pauses, shakes her head, and hunches a little, pulling her wings tight against her body.] Just tell me where you are, okay?
switchbladesmile: (by no means!)
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[ The camera in one of the Mansion's rooms turns on when somebody bumps into it.

At first he's just a blur, because the room is kind of dark, and the guy is literally half an inch from the camera. But then he backs off several steps, blinking in confusion. You'll be able to get a good look at him now.

He's neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin; his smart shirt is tied loosely around his head; and his sunburn is beyond polite description. He still has an undershirt on, revealing the fuzzy blue tattoos on his arms and shoulders -- and the wrinkly burn scars, and pinkish keloid patterns, that have mostly obliterated them. His eyes are... no, let's not talk about those endless black holes, let's please talk about anything else but that. His mouth is open, beaming, infinitely relieved to be wherever the heck he is.

If you can overlook the eyes, and the scars, he looks a hell of a lot like a radio professional who used to live at the Mansion. ]


Oh my goodness, a room this dark should not be allowed!

[ ...but he doesn't sound like Cecil at all. His voice is higher, with more of a giggle to it. And, currently, it sounds as raspy as a dehydrated salamander. ]

This is not a joke! [ he continues in the same lighthearted tone. He swings around, arms out in front of him, clearly not sure where he's walking. It's not that dark in the room, is it? Then again, he's just walked out of some pretty hardcore sunlight, and hasn't had time to adjust. ]

Legal action should literally be taken against this r--

[ His grasping hands find a doorhandle; he opens it; and he's buried underneath a tidal wave of brand-name bottles of water. Kevin's found the closet. ]

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