singloversing: Two Birds - Regina Spektor (And I'm sorry)
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[Wirt doesn't look good.

He's pale, and he's having a little trouble holding the camera steady. Too beat to stand, he's sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Thinking is hard and he doesn't want to send out this message at all, but he doesn't have a choice in the matter.
]

I...I need someone to do me a favor.

[It takes him a moment to summon up the nerve to keep going. He uses his free hand to pull his cape tighter around him.]

I need someone to look after my brother Greg. He's only six and I-I'm not-- I'm not good in a fight and I can't really protect anyone. [His voice hitches, his nerves failing him for moment.] I-I can't even protect myself, how can I--

[He can't do this. He pokes his arm out from under his cape and knots his fingers in his hair. The famous cone hat falls off. It takes him a second to collect himself again.]

I-I just. I need someone to come look after Greg, and I need someone to not-- n-not tell me I'm an idiot or dumb whatever for this because like I know that already and it doesn't change anything, so can someone please do that? Please? Please, I...I-I need...

[He shuts his eyes tight and rubs at them. This message is too hard to do without being that guy who cries on the network and he doesn't want to go down with that kind of reputation.]

...I-I need someone to look after him. I...I'm going to go once someone says they'll come. I don't want to leave him alone, but I c-- I. I...need to. Soon. ...Thank you.

[He rattles off their current address quickly and when he pulls the camera closer to shut it off, for a second viewers can see that his other arm is heavily bandaged and blood-stained. It's been hurting him, but he wasn't sure if anyone would come if they could see it, so he's been trying really to keep it out of frame.]
eatsyourscience: (too late to go back to sleep)
[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Souji is, surprise surprise, in the di-- Actually, this time he's in the kitchen. For a change of pace. He's got the device propped up on something so that he can talk at it hands free. Sitting in front of him is a piece of the rainbowiest rainbow cake a person could possibly make.]

Today is my sixth anniversary.

[He nudges the cake a little toward the camera.]

So I made cake. There's plenty of it, so I'll leave it here in the kitchen in case any one wants to have some.

[With a smile that seems quite tired, he shifts the cake to one side, and glances after it. With his gaze still cast away from the camera, he asks:]

How long have you been here? Do you want to go home? [He looks back at the camera again, his expression more thoughtful than tired now.] I'm kind of...doubting myself in that regard.
guncocked: (I'm still mad as hell)
[personal profile] guncocked
[Unsurprisingly, Wynonna is clearly sitting at a bar as she takes this video. She even holds up a shot.]

Cheers to waking up in strange weird places without even the excuse of blacking out the night before.

[she downs the shot.]

Now that I've got that out of the way I have a question -- are the people here selected randomly? I mean, they could have taken anyone in the world, I can't see why they would take me.

[Yes she can, she's the Earp heir, but she's not going to just advertise that to everyone. ]

I'm sorry if you've heard that one before, I tried to be original and not do the whole okay who is doing this, why am I here, how do I get home, I demand answers spiel. That has to get hella boring after a while.

[there's a pause and then.]

If you have any answers to those questions, however, I wouldn't say no to them. Even better, come down to...I think it was marked Damon's Bar? Anyway, come share a round of shots, fill me in on anything I need to know, it's sad to drink alone, especially when you've just been kidnapped.

Do a girl a solid, would you?

[feel free to respond via action or video, I'm open to both.]
powerofmabel: (☆ some feeling once in awhile)
[personal profile] powerofmabel
[So here’s Mabel sitting at her craft table in her room, surrounded by her piles of stuffed animals. It looks like she’s about to make the world’s cuddliest State of the Union address.]

Hi, Wonderfriends!

As you know, I, Mabel Pines, am an expert at problem-solving. I not only solve my own problems, but the problems of my friends, and I have the scrapbooked evidence to prove it! Plus I’m co-leader of Angel Investigations- we make your mysteries history. Aw yeah, nailed that plug! [she high fives a stuffed animal, and then sighs and leans back.] But as surprising as it is, there are some problems I can’t solve. You see, I’ve been in Wonderland for two years now, which means I definitely haven’t been to the orthodontist. [and here, she smiles, revealing her braces, which she gestures to.] These things? Do not tighten themselves, guys. And since I kiiinda don’t want a super messed up mouth while I’m in Wonderland, I only have one question for you.

[and here she looks deeply pained, all the casualness gone from her tone, because believe or not, people, untightened braces are uncomfortable as hell.] Is there a dentist in the house??
dangerouslyunhip: (20)
[personal profile] dangerouslyunhip
Alright, so I’ve done all the reading, looked through the brochure. Really handy, by the way, more inter-dimensional kidnappings could use something like that. Nice to show up and have tourist info provided right off the bat.

[He’s doing his best to put a good face on this, he really is. Given his most recent inter-dimensional experiences, this is something of an improvement-- although all things considered, there’s nowhere he’d rather be right now than Earth, preferably with his team, although he supposes that last part is on him. He’d chosen to walk away, at least for a little while. Thanks to that decision, the first night here had been a little more difficult than it might have otherwise, but he's managing.

He’ll give Wonderland some credit. It beats solitary confinement in a parasite’s prison.]


That said, I’m not sure how I feel about a world without Wikipedia. How do you settle all the random debates that come up over breakfast without Wikipedia?

Teddy Altman, by the way. I hear I've been here before, but I don't remember any of it. Apologies in advance for that one.
krmvgivv: (elf)
[personal profile] krmvgivv
[Like everyone, Dipper looks a little different. When he speaks, it's calmly and confidently and with a certain quality that makes you want to actually sit up and listen. It is... dare I say, a speech worthy of a diplomacy 18 check.]

Hey everyone. Peridot already explained the setting, and I think I can explain the rest. Have you noticed everything feeling a little more... random than usual? Because the costumes, my new ears, the weapons I definitely shouldn't know how to use and sometimes do, and oh yeah, the part where I can do magic...

[He whirls around, sending some magic missiles at an injector drill. He grins.]

So. Cool. But yeah, besides the setting this definitely is coming straight out of a Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons game. I think it's from our world because this is exactly how I looked that time Grunkle Ford and I were transformed by [There's something weird about the wizard's name. Like he just can't quite remember what... ah. It's their missing word. Great. He forces out the only name he can think of in connection to the wizard, even though he knows it's not quite right. Definitely their world.] Probabilitizzle the Annoying.

So yeah, have fun! And if your actions start feeling weirdly more... random than usual? That's part of the fun. Never know when you're gonna crit fail or get a nat 38, right? Just try to keep all your HP and you'll be fine.

[ooc: responses will be coming from [personal profile] draziw!]
slapfight: (△ but how can that be)
[personal profile] slapfight
[AH YES. LOOK AT THAT BEAUTIFUL SCENERY. Assuming you don't get motion sickness, because this is some definite mockumentary shit right here. The camera moves across the beautiful canyon with its creepy Jungi Ito-ian splendor, narrated by a familiar shrill voice.]

See? This is what I've been talking about! This is what I call a kindergarten, you clods. And not only is it a kindergarten, it's the Prime Kindergarten on Earth. Look at it. It's so elegant, so well-thought out.

[The camera lingers on a busted injector drill for a moment.]
Obviously, the equipment is defunct now, but in its day, this place was a well-oiled machine producing gems for Homeworld. If it wasn't for the fact that kindergartens drain planets of their resources and make them inhabitable for organic life, this one could probably still produce a few more quartzes. Heh.

[She laughs, awkwardly.]
- Oh! But you should see this. This is what the Wonderland creature was talking about- Ngh! [She holds the camera up, trying to get a view inside one of the holes, but it's... dark so there's not really much to see.] Look how perfect this hole is. The quartz who came out of this had to have been a brute. Also!  You should all know that this is actually a reproduction of the kindergarten Amethyst was made in. For those of you who knew her, which most of you should have.

[The camera shuffles around, reminding everyone to never eat before watching a mockumentary.] It would be almost perfect as a slice of home if not for one... problem.

[and she finally turns the camera around, revealing this face, wearing something like this, though with significantly less cleavage involved.] WHY DO I LOOK LIKE THIS?! I'm supposed to be in my element. Those Wonderclods are going to pay for-

[There's an unnerving sound off-camera and Peridot looks away nervously.] Oh no... I almost forgot about them.


[all replies will come from [personal profile] clodcuckoolander.]
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of All of Us)
[personal profile] dreamsoftreacle
[Nothing happens at first. It's just a static image of one of the tea rooms.

But then, if you look carefully, you'll see something very small is rolling across the table. The Dormouse is rolling so slowly that he would probably get where he's going faster if he just walked there, but he's still trying his best.

Finally, he reaches his teacup and gently bumps into it. Stumbling, since he's now both very tired and very dizzy, he climbs over the side and snuggles down inside a cup, curling up and filling the whole thing.
]

Mm...a perfect hole...no angles in the exit...strong silhouette...frictional...glass alllll the way back...

[It's not glass. This is nonsense. His babbling turns into muttering which eventually turns into snoring.]
watchmaker: (pic#1007300)
[personal profile] watchmaker
Since my last advice post was such an utter success, I've decided to throw my hat back into the ring. If you weren't around before, this is how it goes: ask me for help, and I'll give you some of my uniquely qualified advice. What makes me so qualified, you may ask? Well, I happen to know everything.

[this is a great distraction from father's day when all your father figures were shit bags and also where the fuck is peter??? he can only spend so much time skulking around areas where peter usually frequents like a neglected cat.]
sorryitasedyou: (Somebody save me)
[personal profile] sorryitasedyou
[ One day, this wouldn’t be a difficult thing to do. One day, she’d be the smoothest of all at making these announcements… Then again, if she ever hit that point, it was time for her to get her head examined. Losing people should hurt in some form, friends were that for a reason. But, this wasn’t just a friend. It was a best friend and boss and confidant. Darcy’s laying in what used to be the lab which Jane had converted last week to a planetarium of sorts to give them a slice of home. She’s seated in what looks like a theatre, not even trying to hide the fact that her face is wet., but nothing like Billy’s. It’s more formal, but it’s not what she’s really here to talk about. ]

For those who know… knew her, Dr. Jane Foster’s been sent home. [ Again. ] She converted what used to be her lab on the fourth floor in room 52 to a planetarium for us that has constellations from our world which might be familiar to a bunch of you. It’s also programmed with what she knew of constellations and star charts from other worlds, Wonderland, and also a doodle feature because--[ She’d set it up with me in mind. The sentence dies on her tongue, instead swallowing and flipping the camera towards the domed ceiling as the lights dim around her. With the push of a button and constellations start to appear in the same order they had when Jane had first shown it to her:
"Cassiopeia reveals herself first. and then Orion, and the bears. Hercules and Perseus wake up, and their neighbors around them.

and then they all rotate as one, revealing new patterns as the old ones disappear."
It’s beautiful in a way Darcy hadn’t really been able to appreciate until now. ]


It’s cool, right? Most people look up at the stars all the time at home without thinking twice about their significance until they’re gone… Or just develop a sense of security thanks to their always just being there - a constant in chaos. [ Jfc she’s been hanging out with too many scientists lately, but-- ] Sorta works for people, too, I guess.

[ She doesn’t bother adding anything in about the coffee shop, knowing it was pretty good at running itself with the people that came and went as volunteers. If she’d been in a better place, she’d have texted the people she knew hung out there regularly, but her first thought had been of Kaneki and with him gone too... it was just too much right now. Jane didn’t know when she’d be leaving and she certainly couldn’t have planned this to work out this way, but this was one hell of a gift to Wonderland as a goodbye. It’s what Darcy had been looking for, what she’d called Steve about when Clint and the others had left. How to say goodbye without knowing exactly when. She already had her way - the coffee shop. Jane had given her a sort of closure she’d never expected without knowing about a relatively quiet stressor. It sends a new wave of emotions over her, enough that she quickly shuts off the feed to have a moment alone in the dark, just her and the stars.

Thanks for everything, Jane. ]
uncoils: (But I've been resurrected reborn)
[personal profile] uncoils
Oh man this is cool!

[Pun not intentional, but that's not the point. Jolyne actually looks pretty happy about everything eventwise, which is nice. She likes this. More events like this would be great Wonderland.]

I was actually pretty worried, I've been here about a year, so I was like oh god, what's Wonderland gonna do? I mean last year, I got here, and then a month later some asshole's forcing us all to trick or treat or he'll eat us or something. So I was expecting I don't know, monsters or aliens, or some other bullshit. Not a ski trip. I know there's events that don't suck, but from what I've seen? Pretty few and far between.

[It's nice being surprised for once.]

Only one problem. I uh...have no idea how to ski or snowboard. Snowball fights, sure. I can figure that out. But like the closest thing to any of this for me is some of the rides at Disney World and I don't think that counts.

[If anybody wants to talk about her lack of skiing knowledge, she'll be hanging around the outside of the lodge.]
deadshapes: (let's wreck shit)
[personal profile] deadshapes
[Mae appears to be recording from within a well-constructed snow fort.]

Snow in June! This is the best event. Boy, right after that whole Mirror horrorshow, too. I guess Wonderland really can be okay sometimes, huh?

[She grins fiercely.]

Anyway, this is the only warning you're all gonna get--the bunny hill is mine. It's Mount Mae now and I'm the Queen. Maybe also the President. Both. I've got a castle and I'm working on making a flag. If you want to become a Mount Mae citizen, you'll have to undergo a test of loyalty. And in the meantime my borders are closed and any trespassing will be seen as an act of war. Invasion will be dealt with hastily with the gratuitous application of snowballs.

Though I'm open to trade agreements with fellow snow nations.

[She pauses.]

...Also, anyone who tries to tell me this is juvenile and I'm too old for this, I'm going to literally find a way to throw a snowball at you through your phone screen. I'll do it. I'll put rocks in them. Don't eff with me.


[ooc: feel free to put action threads here.]
like247: (Laid back)
[personal profile] like247
[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.

video

May. 22nd, 2017 09:23 am
whathereisevil: (with a silence broken)
[personal profile] whathereisevil
contACTHELLa
//help


[Pardon our mess. Typewriters may have existed in Hieron once, but certainly not within the past few generations. This technologically useless man rapidly accidentally posts several times, twice with text, once with blank audio, and twice more with some quick flashes of a dark-haired man's face squinting at the camera, looking exasperated with either himself or unknowable technology. Likely both.

After a few minutes pass and it seems like he may have given up, a steady stream of video settles at last. The man takes a moment to figure out it's sending something out, seeing the playback. Alright. He can work with this. Maybe.

Now that the image is steady, everyone can clearly see an image of a heavily armored, very large man, who might look imposing if he didn't look like he felt so out of his depth. He has dark skin and dark, short hair, greying at the temples -- he could be around 50 -- and a white wolf fur cloak hangs from his shoulder, with golden patterns emblazoned on his armor in a symbol of the sun.

He sighs.
]

I am Hadrian, Sword of Samothes, Defender of the Undying Fire, Officer of the Order of Eternal Princes. I am a paladin of the church of Velas. Ah, from the surface. I came to the Buoy with Exarch Alyosha as well as some companions of mine, but, uh... we've separated, some intentionally, some not that intentional. I don't know if I'm still in the lighthouse, but since I've found in my possession what might be a communication device... Or just a toy. I can't be sure either way. It must be pre-Erasure...

Um. Anyway. [Ahem.] I imagine I must still be in the Buoy. If... our Lord is still... No. I must have lost the opportunity. [Hadrian's eyes wander as he gets lost in thought for a second. When he catches himself, he clears his throat once more.]

Sorry. A lot has happened lately. I'm sure we all have plenty on our minds. If someone could point me in the direction of the Topgallant, or at least back to the main city, please. If there's no way back, then... I guess I'll just have to contend with that once it happens.

Thank you.
squeakyslate: ([ hardly know ])
[personal profile] squeakyslate
[ The restless and suspicious must have heard them all night: Strange sounds, coming from the fences to the east of the mansion. Burrowing, splashing, the creaking of wood, the- the hammering of nails? And then, at last, in the early morning hours of Sunday:

A thundering bang, as one length of Wonderland's fences comes crashing down!

Anyone who dares approach will find that they can approach, that the Checkerboard Hills and the grounds suddenly stretch quite a bit further to the east than they used to, and that smack dab in the middle of this vast stretch of meadow they can now spot a whole lake!

Fed by a river coming from the forest, dotted with trees and benches, topped off with a boat house near its north end, and... and a tired lizard, sitting on a stack of wood in the sun, yawning heartily.
]

Whew! Breeze compared to a whole ocean that was, and still, and still, ol' Bill ain't not the youngest no more. Reckon she'll be right pleased with me now, she will. Whispered to me that ye lot deserve a treat, after all that fuss. Ought to give ye more space to move too, eh?

[ Bill squints at the sun, and slowly climbs down from his wooden perch. ]

No need to poke yer nice place full of holes now there ain't, not with a view like that! Go on then, have a look, Bill's gots to take a good rest after all that, but ye lot just make yerself at home now, catch a big one for me, eh? Catch- catch a big one for ol' Bill....

[ He yawns, rolls off of his seat, and plummets out of sight. After all that exhausting work it looks like he won't be able to talk to anyone today, but it seems that everyone is still more than welcome to explore the latest addition to their surroundings! ]
beatupgrass: (✘ i'd like some welfare please)
[personal profile] beatupgrass
[The audio feed clicks on and from the noises of rummaging and throwing things going on, you'd think it was accidental, but it's not. Rocket's just... a little distracted.]

Two months?! Two years I get stuck in this hellhole, and when it finally lets me go home, all's I get is two lousy months? What the hell is that?!

[It's hard to tell if he's talking about Wonderland or something he's found in his searching.] C'mon. C'mon... Where the flark is it?

[a loud crash as Rocket upsets something, curses, and then keeps thrashing around.] I'm back, by the by. Had a real shitfuck of a day too, thanks for asking. Heard there was some weird Mirror crap going on, and I'm gonna- shit that ain't it either.

[another curse and the sound of something thunking against the wall.] I'm gonna ignore that for now, but if any Mirrors around here really wanna screw with me, it's a good way for you to see how much your freakin' Queen loves you. 'Cause I will kill you. Full stop.

[the thrashing stops and you can almost hear Rocket panting from the exertion.] Did somebody break into my room and mess with my stuff? 'Cause you're an idiot if you think I wouldn't find out. Trust me, I ain't above using my-

[a pause, a sudden intake of breath.] -nose. [the communicator is picked up and carried away, the sound of someone's tiny claws bouncing on the floor the only sound they pick up. Rocket's only holding it because he isn't sure if he's found what he needs to yet.

But he must have, because the communicator hits the floor suddenly with a thunk, and a relieved sigh can be heard.]
There it is...

[ooc: ROCKET IS BACK FROM HIS CANON UPDATE. Spoilers from GotG Vol 2 will probably live here.]
krmvgivv: mabel (let the preteens lead this can't possibl)
[personal profile] krmvgivv
[The door Dipper and Mabel are standing in front of might be familiar to people who have been here for a long time, or who are fond of walking around on the fourth floor and looking at doors. It reads Angel's Investigations. It's closed, and has been for a while. But the twins look excited.]

Hey, everyone! Dipper and Mabel, the last staff standing of Angel's Investigations here. As you may know by now, Angel and Faith are gone, leaving us in charge. We've been working on the best way to use the space for a little while now, and we're finally ready to open the doors of the new Angel's Investigations to the public!

[Mabel pulls a handful of confetti out of her pockets and throws it up in the air.] Boom! [And it falls back down, giving them both a nice smattering of confetti on their heads and shoulders. Yaaay.] We thought about changing the name, but we figured it would be disrespectful to Angel’s legacy and also Cordelia’s logo, which totally does look like a little old man with whiskers.

[SORRY CORDELIA, BUT WHAT HAS BEEN SEEN CAN NEVER BE UNSEEN.

Dipper brushes confetti from his hair, then pushes open the door, revealing the office.

It looks a lot like it used to, the old hotel lobby feeling is still there, but there are several bookcases shoved up against walls, as well as several large conspiracy boards, white boards, and a projector.

Dipper beams as he walks in, panning the camera over all the additions.]


We're still investigating, but what we're specifically investigating is the Mysteries of Wonderland. I know, I know, who isn't doing that, right? But what we're specifically doing is consolidating research. I've made copies of all the notes in the library and started to try and organize it. It's… a process. But I think we might really be able to make some headway if we all work together!

[Mabel walks over to the desk chair and flops down on it, giving it a good spin.] So when stuff doesn’t add up or if you find some weird new clue about Wonderland, you can bring it to us, and Dipper’ll put it up on his mystery board, so we can all stare at it. [She stands up in the chair, which seems very dangerous, and gesticulates wildly.] Ooooh. So mysterious. So. Many. Questions~

Mabel! [Take this seriously Mabel, oh my god. Dipper shoots her a glare.] So. Uh. Yeah! Come on down. We're here to clue in the clueless!
catchacold: :| (flake)
[personal profile] catchacold
We're already in some magical land that makes our dreams come true - mostly the bad ones - so let's think about the impossible some more.

[Leonard may be calling it "impossible" mostly to heckle one specific Brit, given he's travelled through time himself, but maybe it will also flush out other time travellers. May be interesting.]

If you could travel to any point in history, where and when would you go, and why?

Also, if you could travel to any point in your own personal history, your lifetime... Same questions.

Would you try to change anything?


[He has experience with trying and the resulting failure too.]
cieled: (ideal)
[personal profile] cieled
(A well-dressed, ever-so-slightly scarred English boyEarl is sitting behind a desk, a set of neatly written notes piled neatly at one end. Before him there is a layout of "Wonderland" as best as he can calculate the rooms and proportions - as things seem to like changing. His lips twitch unhappily and he leans back, stubbornly resolved.)

These events...

How can there be absolutely no trace of them? Is the lack of evidence meant to drive us into madness?

(His one visible eye - an almost perfect sapphire blue - narrows in suspicion.)

I am late in introducing myself formerly: I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive. I call England home usually. (As if that isn't painfully apparent with his British accent.) But it seems I have fallen down the Rabbit Hole...

Will I be seeing the Red Queen next? How about the Mad Hatter?
deadshapes: (cats have good balance)
[personal profile] deadshapes
[The feed opens with a view from the mansion roof, panning back and forth over the courtyard and gardens. Then it pans down, all the way to the ground.]

Yeesh, that's high up. It'd be cooler if it was on a cliff, though. If I was gonna have a castle, I'd put it on a cliff, so it could be all imposing and get struck by lightning and stuff. ...I mean, okay, I know this is more of a palace than a castle, but still.

[There's a pause, then a sigh.]

C'mon, Mae. You can't stall forever.

[The video turns around and reveals the face of the person recording. It's a cat girl! Only significantly less anime than some might expect. She's got blue-black fur, crazy orange eyes and a somewhat mangled right ear.]

[She smiles kind of weakly at the camera.]


Heeeey, so you've got like, FaceTime here, huh? Cool. Uh, so. I'm Mae? I don't know what I'm doing here? And I looked at some of the older posts on here, and I guess that's like...normal? Which doesn't really make me feel much better. It kind of actually makes me feel like I just woke up in an insane asylum. Mae's finally in the nuthouse! Right in the can of mixed nuts. I think I'd be a cashew. Which I guess isn't even a real nut, so.

[It's like a legume or something. Anyway.]

I read that--pamphlet thing? About dimensions and alternate realities and sci-fi horror movie crap. That's cool and all, but I think I'm just gonna treat this whole thing like a really effed up dream for awhile. Just, like, for the sake of my sanity. Okay? Okay.

...

Is there a pizza place around here at least?
ghflskhu_ph: (nothing wrong here nope)
[personal profile] ghflskhu_ph
[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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Apr. 17th, 2017 07:00 pm
pottershotter: (Setting fire to our insides for fun)
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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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What the-

[ When Chloe appears on the network, she's cast largely in shadow and looks a little wet. Every few seconds she shivers, pretending like she isn't scared, but not bothering to hide that she's pissed. The signature stalactites of the underground caves can be made out above her, although at the moment, she is more interested in the device in her hand and whoever she may be speaking to. ]

Finally. This is Detective Chloe Decker of the LAPD. I just... found myself in this horror cave and I don't know how to get out. I don't know if this device is meant to communicate with whoever brought me here, but if it is, it would really be in your best interest to let me go.

[ As if this week couldn't have gotten any worse. Chloe feels like she just can't cut a break anymore, not that she ever really could before. ]

If anyone else sees this message... I need some help.
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For the time being please direct all inquiries regarding The Shattered Mirror's newsie and fictional divisions to this blog. Georgia Mason and Georgette Meissonier have both disappeared from Wonderland.

And as a personal side note, with both of my co-editors MIA, I'm not going to be in any kind of mood to deal with bullshit, so if we could keep any "it'll be okay," and "they'll probably be back" or whatever to a minimum, that would be fantastic.

Thanks.
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[There's a familiar pair of rainboots and thick, colorfully pattered leggings, stripey legwarmers. Lots of squishy, muddy grass, still covered in patches of slushy snow. Coraline Jones is out strolling in the bleary weather, and sighs, grumbling.]

 Every year, I wish spring would just go ahead and really spring already. [She kicks in frustration at a pile of dirty slush, sending up a wet spray toward the garden flowerbeds.]

I guess it happens just like in the book, right? The card soldiers come and paint the roses red? But then what about all the other flowers?

They come up too, sooner or later... but it's kind of funny, I've never seen anybody planting them. [She wonders aloud thoughtfully, perhaps just longing for someone-anyone to talk to. Dustin's gone away, and she's restless as heck!] My dad writes for gardening catalogs and stuff, so I know how it's supposed to go. You'd put the bulbs down in the fall, and after the last snow melts, they all start to pop up. Crocuses, then daffodils, then tulips...

[She tilts the camera up wistfully, panning over the early-spring grounds. It looks like a really excellent season for mud pies, out here.]


My parents promised we'd plant something soon, at the new house, but I could be waiting around here for that to happen forever.

So what do you think? I want to start a part of the gardens that's just for me. With snapdragons and lupines and lots of pretty, colorful stuff. It's probably already too late to get started, but without a good project to start on, I think I might go a little nuts waiting for the weather to turn nice.

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Mar. 17th, 2017 10:10 am
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[They're outside the mansion. Judging from the background noise of rushing water, they've propped their camera up on the fountain. The feed is otherwise silent as they fiddle with components - PVC piping, a can of hairspray, PVC glue, all the usual expected components that scream "misguided attempt at a backyard potato gun." Because that's what they're making. A misguided attempt at a backyard potato gun.]

Amazing, the things the closets will just let you have. Few people seem to consider what being a child in Wonderland means. Bedtime is never, there's no such thing as education, and you can eat nothing but Twinkies and Cap'n Crunch if you want to. I kill the time by working in a diner, and nobody breathes a word about child labour.

Guess it's pretty lucky we never have to worry about growing up, because we're probably learning some pretty messed up things. People like me aren't supposed to have limitless freedom. It's bad for us. We abuse it.

Oh well.

What do you think would happen if I fired a grenade out of this thing?
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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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[Alice is i a tea room, puzzling over...well. A puzzle! She lifts up one piece and hums thoughtfully to herself.]

You know, it's been on my mind recently but...it's rather fun not aging, don't you think so? I can't say I'd rather be an adult - it's so boring-looking. I'd have to get a job, and what would I even do? Push papers and staple things, I suppose. Though, being a scientist might be fun, but it's an awful lot of math isn't it? Hm...

Thinking about never growing up, about remaining this age forever and ever fills me with...

[She hovers a her hand over the board and gently snaps the puzzle piece into place.]

...well, it fills me with something.
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[ Buffy makes sure that her second entry onto the network provides a better impression than her first. So when the feed clicks on the network's first real look at her is... colorful. She's sitting cross legged at a desk wearing bright pink leggings under a purple patterned dress. Apologies to the retinas of everyone who has to view this. But she's a professional and there's no fiddling with the device once she's streaming. She just presents a brilliant, camera-ready smile. ]

Hello, Wonderland! I'm Buffy Meissonier and I'm here representing After the End Times as its Fiction lead to announce we're now actively seeking creative writing submissions. If you made it we're willing to look at it and potentially print it. This isn't limited to only fiction either. Poetry, fanfiction, creative nonfiction, humor, art... the sky is the limit so long as we can actually print it on paper.

[ She is pretty actively excited for this going by her smile. It's not quite the same as back home but the fiction department was her baby and she wants to see it up and moving again. ]

If you're curious about our submission guidelines and requirements or just have questions in general about our policies I'm here to answer them. And if you think you want to submit to the zine you can drop your entry at the After the End Times office, room 60 on the 9th floor or you can submit them to me privately through the network devices.

We're looking forward to hearing from you!
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[The video feed shows Kanji leaning against the counter in the diner, his chin in hand as he props himself up on one elbow. He's still wearing his blue apron, but it looks like he's been taking a break from his usual clean-up duties for a little while now, frowning to himself thoughtfully.]

I got a question for you, Wonderland. Riley an' I were talkin' about events awhile back, and I've been thinkin' about it ever since. A lot of 'em have been pretty rough lately, right? But sometimes you hear people say that they're not always bad, that sometimes they're kinda fun. People seem to be havin' a rough time lately, so maybe it's time we thought about some of the positives of Wonderland, instead. Long as we're stuck here, we might as well.

So, tell me: what events have you seen here that you really liked? Maybe someone's asked this before, but if they did, I missed out on it. I heard there were a bunch of puppies once, that sounds like it was probably a good one. I thought Hogwarts was pretty fun, but I know it wasn't like that for everyone. If you can't think of any events you liked, maybe just talk about some of the good stuff that mighta happened to you here. Friends you've made you wouldn't have gotten to meet elsewhere, stuff like that.

I'll be in the diner all day if anyone wants to talk in person.

[Later in the afternoon, anyone who comes into the diner will find that he's abandoned his post at the counter, having taken up residence in a corner booth with his mop and bucket resting against the wall nearby. He's made himself comfortable in the booth itself, sitting length-wise with his feet sticking out of the end, several sheets of paper spread out across the table with the Rabbit Hole's basic menu next to them as a reference. There are a few scrapped attempts already-- sketches in colored pencil of menu designs he's decided he doesn't like, but it's pretty clear that he's undertaken a Project.]

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