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Sep. 2nd, 2017 07:50 pm
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Let's say you have two friends who you care about very much, and they're both very nice people.

You learned friend 1 has a crush on friend 2. You think they'd be very good together.

Is there any way I can get them together? Or should I stay out of it?

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Jun. 23rd, 2017 11:45 pm
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[After a somewhat mediocre perception check of 8, Stan comes on the screen with no shame whatsoever, holding the camera right up to his face.]

WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO MY EARS?!

[Stan removes the hood from his outfit and sure enough, his normally gigantic ears are now...well, still gigantic but pointy. He twitches them like an irritated cat.]

Ugh, is this that...Dee Dee and More Dee thing? I look ridiculous!

[Actually...by nature of being an elf he's a little slimmer, which makes him look a just a bit younger than before. That's about all he had to say on the matter though - he's done his public whining, so he grumbles and hangs up.]
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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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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.]

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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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Mar. 17th, 2017 10:38 pm
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[The video opens up to Max standing in the kitchen, smiling halfheartedly at the camera. A small streak of flour stains her hoodie's shoulder.

Yup, it seems like Max has hit a not-so-uncommon phase among residents: baking.]


So, uh, I made a cake.

[She pans the camera around to said cake. Is it the first attempt she's made? You bet it isn't! Is it nice and moist inside? No way! Did she give up on decorating it, smear chocolate frosting all over it to cover up her mistakes, and bombard it with star-sprinkles as a distraction? She sure did!!]

This is a little beyond my stomach capacity, so... if anyone wants any, you can come nom on it here.

[She pokes it with a fork, because that's what you do to cakes, right? Especially when they're the suspicious sort.]

I just can't promise that it's actually chow-downable.
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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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[There's sound coming through, but it's breathing sounds. Very, very relieved-sounding breathing sounds. And then, a few seconds later, a child's voice pipes up.]

Gotta question. Other than th' obvious "What is this place?", why is it floodin' in this place?

[She'd appeared right in the hallway, underwater, and in a panic managed to find herself in an empty bedroom.]

An' where is everyone? What kinda game is this?

[It may not seem obvious at first, but she doesn't even realize she's got the device on, in her panic. She's merely talking to herself.]

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Dec. 26th, 2016 07:11 pm
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Um, h-hello... For those who don't know or who forgot me, my name is Mikan Tsumiki. I really hope we can all get a-along for a while.

I debated about saying this, but, I figured, it was better to be safe than sorry. There's a girl here from my world... her name's Ryoko. She's very nice! But now that there's two of us here, I was wondering... could that increase the odds of an event based on our memories? I-It seems to happen to a lot of people.

So, um! With that said! If you suddenly have memories of belonging to Hope's Peak Academy, it's not real!

... And if we wind up on an island where a black and white bear tries to make us kill each other in order to escape, please don't do that!
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[The post opens up with... Is that waves? Why, yes! It's the rolling breakers on the snowy beach, meaning the broadcast is being made outdoors.]

Greetings! Hahah, it's been almost a year since my first address to this network beginning with the same word.

This is Dr. Stanford Pines speaking on board a small research vessel. I left you all to these barren grounds and now I come back to lots of snow! It's very picturesque.

Hope I didn't miss anything too exciting. [He has no idea. NONE.]

Stan? Kids? Wendy and Fiddleford? Everyone still here? [Fuck you, Bill.] Speaking of my twin-- If you're still here, get your butt over to the beach pronto. I have a surprise for you!

[PRIVATE TO DIPPER AND MABEL]

Hey kids, just between you and me: I'll be more than happy to give you a tour of the Stan-o-War II after I show Stanley first. Don't forget to bundle up!


[ooc: HE'S BACK FROM CANON UPDATE to the end of Gravity Falls. If you DON'T want spoilers, PLEASE TELL ME.]
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[SURPRISE. Wonderland’s favorite twins are back and their faces are on your devices, all smiles… Well, Mabel is all smiles, anyway. Dipper is smiling too, though, as usual, he looks a little more subdued. He's also got an entirely different hat than usual. It's Mabel that speaks first, though.]


So bad timing, Wonderland… Or maybe good timing, depending on how you wanna look at it, but Dipper and I were, like, just on a bus going back home to Piedmont, and then suddenly it’s all whaaaat. [she waves her hands in a mock pantomime of her mind being blown.]


Still pretty good to be back though. And, just in case you were sad and missed us while we were gone, I come bearing gifts! ...Technically, it’s a gift for the future, but Future You can thank me somehow. I know time travelers. We can make this happen.


[Dipper shifts forward, grinning.] We all know the worst part of Wonderland, right? The whole memory loss thing. [That and the not aging thing, but Dipper's feeling a little less bad about that than he was. They are growing up. Just… not too fast.]


Well, lucky for all of you, Mabel here is an expert at unerasing memories. [...is that a word? Dipper decides not to worry about it.] Her scrapbooks have literally fixed amnesia.


YUP! [she’s so proud of this, okay.] So I’m gonna be donating all my Wonderland scrapbooks to the gallery. That way if you ever feel like you’ve forgotten something or if you wanna see if one of your friends was here and you missed them or just wanna be reminded of all the times Wonderland isn’t being a jerk, you’ll have something to ease your mind. With sparkly gel pen descriptions! [she leans forward and whispers, conspiratorially] That’s the Mabel difference.


[Dipper raises a finger.] Also, for people whose eyes hurt when they look at things Mabel has written, I've been keeping a very thorough account of all my time here. Those will also be available in the library as I finish them.


[Mabel sticks her tongue out at him.] Neeerd.
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[When the broadcast starts, it goes from silence to the immediate noise of two people screaming, punctuated by the sound of laser gunshots and mechanical whirring. It seems the device is on a side-table, giving a flat view of Ford and Alphys… perched on another table. Alphys is curled up, hands over her head, looking incredibly distressed, while Ford seems to be shooting at something off-camera.]

Oh m-my god, oh my god, we’re going to d-die here, I’m so s-sorry, I didn’t know they were all going to start...

Don’t worry! I happen to have excellent aim.

[All of a sudden, something takes a flying leap up onto the table, and Alphys yells as Ford shoots it down. The ensuing shot causes the device to fall over, revealing the floor is absolutely covered in knife wielding box tentacles, some with multiple arms, some with multiple knives, all running over each other and stabbing the floor, themselves, and the table. Alphys is still yelling. Ford is still shooting. It looks like an absolute catastrophe.]

Maybe we shouldn’t have prototyped them with the basic ability to learn--

Well it w-would have been fine if it was just, y-you know, one of them! They weren’t all supposed to turn on at the same time!

[Suddenly, Alphys turns her head and seems to notice the device, turning herself around and reaching out to grab it, bringing it in close to her and Ford.]

Uh, t-this is totally under control! No need to panic! I d-don’t, uhm, know how long this has been broadcasting, but, it’s f-fine! … And m-maybe don’t come to Ford’s room for, uhm, a little bit, for uh. Reasons.

Is that thing on? Uh, I mean-- Yes! Everything is absolutely, 100% under control. There is no need to worry about anythi-- [Ford cuts himself off and hisses.] Watch out, Alphys! I think it just tasted my blood!!

Oh g-god please don’t let that do anything new.

[And the device blinks off, cutting out the mechanical whirring sounds with it.]
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[There were days when Cami had been younger, more naive, that she might have liked to take a trip to Hogwarts. Of course, those days had been before vampires and witches and werewolves, much less Wonderland and all that world entails--and in its own way, that's fitting. During the event, she'd been a teenager again, one who'd seen her share of troubles but who also lived in an idealistic, carefree way, where her largest concerns revolved around her friends and her romance with a bad boy wizard who secretly had a heart of gold.

And then she wakes up.

It's hardly the first time she's gone through that morning after, when old memories reclaimed the place briefly stolen by fiction. As she opens her eyes and realizes she's alone, however, Cami sucks in a sharp gasp. That event, with all its innocence, has shown her something she knows she can never truly have. She's learned the truth about so many things, after all, since she'd first sat down to read the story of a boy wizard's magical journey. Vampires and werewolves and witches--and hybrids--are far more complicated than the world found within those pages.

She takes her time those first few days after the mansion restores itself. Cami gathers her composure and whispers into the silence of her room that it hadn't been his fault, because even when there are walls separating them she knows Klaus is listening. She reestablishes her routine because Cami has learned by now just how important that is for her when it comes to orienting herself after one of the more involved memory-altering events.

There is one part of her day missing, however. Even before Hogwarts, Cami has sent out a message to her regular patients that she's taking a vacation of sorts. She needs time for herself because more and more she's noticing the advice she gives, the effort she takes aren't having their intended effect. Something has shifted, because of the arrival of the Mikaelsons or simply due to her own tenure in Wonderland, or some combination of the two. Now, she sits in her office, tapping the table next to her phone, but doesn't turn the video on as she might on other occasions.

This isn't a broadcast she wants to make using her own face, or voice, or name.

Of course, at least one of those concerned would recognize her identity, despite the steps Cami takes to make it anonymous. She almost locks the post away from him, then opts not to, then changes her mind yet again. In some ways she knows it isn't fair to ask about this but not go to Klaus directly--yet that's exactly what makes her uncertain. Cami isn't blind, after all, nor unaware of the world she lives in back home. She might even be able to put some of the pieces herself together if she wanted to.

She doesn't want to.

In the end, she doesn't hide the text from anyone, although she doesn't claim it as her own either. She's not ready for that on such a public scale, even if she needs to ask the question. For all that she tries to do, Cami's never really been the first one to ask for help herself--not when it comes to her own problems.]



[[Anonymous Text Post]]

Do you ever think about the life you haven't lived yet?

One of the things about being in Wonderland is that your "time" doesn't continue while you're here. I think most of us know it and generally accept it. But other people from your same world can be pulled in, and for them, you've kept living. Your life has gone on, in ways you haven't experienced yet. They know your joys, your sorrows, your heartaches.

Meanwhile, for you, all those things are just part of the great "to be." Instead, you've been living here, in a world forgotten by everyone except those people within it. You might have made friends, maybe enemies. Maybe lovers. There's a chance you've found a job somewhere, or even started a service of your own, or picked up a dozen new hobbies. But however you fill it, the minutes and the hours and the days go by--and then it's months. Years. You have a life here. You're a different person.

And then someone shows up. Someone you're close to, that you care about. They're here, and you're so happy, that at first, you don't really see it. Or maybe you do, and you just pretend. But it's there, every time they look at you. Something strange in their eyes that you can't define. That you don't want to. Something that's part of that future you haven't lived through yet, that you haven't wanted to know because knowing means you carry the weight of it. Everything you learn here, you're burdened by, because you can't change it once we leave. Good, bad, whatever. It will be, and knowing about it, dissecting it, taking apart all the choices and the causes that made it happen?

Won't change a damn thing.

So what do you do? Because this person is here, and you want them to be. You want them to be in your life, but at the same time? If they look at you that way, even once more, you think it might really drive you mad. You want to fix it, whatever it is, but you can't. You want to know, but you don't. You suspect, but asking for the truth just makes it real.

Is it fair? To them, to you. Can any approach to this be considered "right?"

And what does it change about who you are now, in this place?


[[End of Anonymous Text Post.]]


[Once it's done, Cami sits back in her chair, surveying the empty office. It isn't just the future she's concerned about, but identity itself. She would have been, even if Hogwarts hadn't brought the question into sharp relief, but it has--it's shown her just who she might be, what she might enjoy had she come from a different world. If Klaus had as well.

She knows she needs to decide just what to do about that complicated mess, but there's more to her life than just her relationships from home. For the better part of a year, she'd lived on her own in Wonderland, the sole representative of her version of New Orleans, or even that particular earth. She's not the same Camille O'Connell who arrived in the tunnels almost two years before (three counting the one she'd gone back home) because she's not untouchable. She's been so focused on trying to "help," other people, and now Cami thinks she understands why.

Because when Hogwarts first faded, her instinct had been to get on the network, and reopen her office with some speech about altered identity--because then she wouldn't have to think so hard about her own.

A few hours go by between her first transmission and the next. This time, however, she's on the video, a small smile on her lips that speaks more of apology than confidence.]



[[Video Post]]

Hi, all. My name is Cami O'Connell, for those of you that don't know me, and I run the therapist office on the sixth floor.

[Now the hard part. She takes in a breath, and lets it out.]

I've been thinking a lot about how I've been living in Wonderland lately. I've wanted to believe I've held myself together with dignity most times--but that isn't true. I'm more than just my self-appointed purpose, and I think somewhere along the way, I forgot that. I wanted to be my profession so much, I pushed aside the rest of it. It's been a great way not to deal, but this is Wonderland, and I'm human. There's only so many times I can be hit before the cracks begin to show.

I've...died here. [She drops her gaze momentarily, although the pain of that has largely faded in the time since. She's never admitted it this way, this publicly.] I've seen people I care for die. I've seen others broken. I've felt the helplessness of realizing my mind has been toyed with. My relationships, my memories, my life--everything I am. And I guess through all of that, I thought if I could hold on to one thing, make that consistent, I could rise above it all. But when that becomes a singular goal, it's easy to forget the real reasons why I chose to be what I am--and why I was good at it.

[Why she can still be, if Cami gets her priorities straight. She huffs out a small laugh, her voice softening for a moment.]

Wow. It almost feels like I'm at confession.

Anyway. For those of you who've seen the less dignified version of me, I'm sorry. For those of you who have trusted me, thank you. And for those of you willing to accept a flawed, ordinary human as a therapist, I'm going to start keeping office hours again, starting now. Feel free to knock, or leave a message, and we can set up an appointment. Sixth floor, room twenty. I'm here to listen if people want someone to talk to.

That's all.

[[End of Video Post]]




[[ooc: So there are two broadcasts! The first one is an anon text post and the second is a video post. Feel free to respond to either; just let me know which! Cami's replies to the first will be all text, all anon unless otherwise noted.]]

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Sep. 16th, 2016 08:35 am
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Recently I realized I've been here over a year now. At least, I think so. With the way Wonderland alters our memories, it's hard to be absolutely sure about anything.

This time last year, I was supposed to be going to my new school. It was supposed to cultivate my talent as a nurse and make me become even better at nursing. It was supposed to make me a better person.

So I guess what I'm asking is, what do you think it takes to make someone 'better' than they are? 
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[The camera comes on to show a redheaded teen, tossing a small mock-salute to the camera. She's obviously pretty well-versed in video tech, and looks... pretty relaxed, all things considered.]

Alright, so roll call- who else showed up last week and now mysteriously isn't gone? Seen a couple people around to witness the, uh, whatever-the-heck happened, but I figured it wasn't just me.

Anyway, hey. Name's Wendy. 'Mm from a little backwoods town called Gravity Falls where nothing ever happens, ever. [The sarcasm is thick on this one. From what Dipper's told her- and how long he's been around- she's pretty sure EVERYONE here knows about their screwed-up hometown. She looks thoughtful for a second, and then decides to add one more thing.]

Oh, right, important question. Where's all the cool places to hang around here? This place is way too ornate and breakable. Unless we're allowed to break stuff, at which point, I totally retract my statement, and this place is awesome. Let me know.

[She gives a little wink to the camera, and disconnects.]
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[Elizabeth's in her room, the ornate gilded age panelling behind her, glancing over nervously at the mirror on her dressing table.]

Has anything happened like this before, where it's become so easy to cross through the mirrors? I was wondering if there's any way to guard my room from the shades of ourselves on the other side from simply walking through into it, short of smashing all the glass in there.

[She shifts a little, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her tone equal measures curious and sad now rather than her previous wariness.]

I was also wondering, with the influx of new people over the last few days, has anyone met with friends from their own world? I'd hoped my friend had come over here, but I haven't seen him at all. I wonder how people were selected for invitation to the parties? ...If anyone does see him, a man named Booker DeWitt, please let me know? Or anyone claiming to be from Columbia.
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[Rick has clearly, and audibly, been drinking. Like, way, way more than usual. Every single word is slurred, as opposed to every other word, and his stutter is worse than ever. He's also literally drinking on screen, knocking back huge pulls from an absurdly large bottle of what appears to be either vodka or straight up moonshine. There's no label, which is usually not a good sign.]

Heeeeeey, s-s-so not that anyone cares but uh, but uh, buut uh, M-M-Mo-OUUURR-rty is gone. Moooorty S-Smith, 'bout uh, yea tall, stupid hair, s-stupidly. Stupidly good kkkkk. Kid. Yeah, he's, he's gone, room's. Uh his. His house. I m-mean his room where he was. Lllli, living, it's empty and shit. Gone.

[He literally drains the bottle and then tosses it over his shoulder. It smashes somewhere off-screen and Rick holds up a party invitation with a very unsteady hand.]

But whoooooo gives a shi-shit, right? We got partiesss to g-g-g-g, attend. Sssss fucking house party looks LIT AS FFFFUUUUUUCCCCK!! I'm gonna, I'm, I'm, I'm h-h-hitting all of the, them, who c-cares if I only got one f. Fucking. One fu...cking invitation, thattttt's. That's what I'm doing, I'm partying. Party like it's the end of the fuCKING world, c-cause it prOBABLY IS, M-M-MOTHERFUCKERS!! WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB!

[Rick throws both hands in the air and the motion causes both him and the phone to tip onto the ground. The feed goes dead to the sound of Rick laughing.]
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[John decided he's just stay away from the network for a while after getting shouted down for arming children. In retrospect, he should've done a little more intensive background on the kids here, but that would've been bordering on creepy. And there's nothing wrong with guns anyway, you're all terrible.

But regardless of guns and kids, he's back today. Not with lessons, but questions, snooping like the other old farts around here love to do.]


what's magic like where you're from? does it exist? is it more fucking witches making people's teeth fall out or goddamn fairy dust and unicorns? does anyone come from a place with magic like Wonderland?

most importantly: does the magic from your world work here?
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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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[They went to check on Asriel, like they usually do - every since his little "accident," they've been sure not to leave him alone for too long. Only once they showed up, they found his room empty. Not a thread out of place.

For a long time, maybe an hour, maybe two, they simply sat there and hoped vaguely that he might return. But Room 23 is silent, and everything is empty. Just like before. Only this time, there was no warning at all, no gifts left under pillows. Maybe this time he didn't know it was going to happen.

Distantly, Frisk recognizes that they'll have to bring this up to everyone. Somehow. There are some people have to know. With trembling fingers, they withdraw their phone from their pocket and switch it on to video. About two minutes pass by of silence as the video pans about the empty room, until finally it focuses partially on Frisk. They aren't looking into the lens. They simply stare ahead, a faint frown knitting over their features as they talk.]


You're such a good person, Frisk. You're the friend I always wished I had.

But he didn't know me. He knew me for ten minutes. And then he shows up here, and thinks I'm good, good, good...

He said we were alike. He said I reminded him of them, but how's he say that and then turn around and say they're not good enough? He must've remembered everything I've done. He knew what I'd done. I did everything he did. I burned every book. I hurt everyone. I killed - everyone. Everyone I loved! How's that make me good? How's that -

[They keep talking, apparently frustrated, but it isn't long before the feed shuts itself off.]

private text to Asgore & Toriel:

Asriel has gone home. I'm sorry you have to learn like this.
- Frisk


private text to Chara:

He's gone. I'm sorry. I just checked his room and

Please don't do anything rash
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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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[Somebody with actual expertise in these matters should probably say something, so Regina puts yelling at Henry on pause to grab her device and make a hurried broadcast.]

Everything Henry said about the Sleeping Curse is true, especially the part about True Love's Kiss. It's the most powerful magic in our world, and it can break almost any curse.

[Well, it can break any curse but as usual, there's loopholes galore sometimes.]

As for the curse itself, it won't cause any harm on its own but... I don't know if it will work the same here, but there's a chance there might be an epidemic of nightmares after this. It traps a person's soul in the Netherworld where they're forced to endlessly dream about their own regrets, and for some time after being woken up, they can experience nightmares of being trapped back there again.

They'll fade with time, but until then, there isn't much to be done.

[Especially since the only amulet that can afford a person a measure of control is back in Storybrooke.]

And don't worry, I'll be making sure this never happens again.
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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.]
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Hi everyone!

[Dipper's not wearing his usual outfit. He's wearing a white shirt with suspenders as he sits at his desk, his usual blue pine tree hat hanging off the chair. Behind him, Mabel can be seen bustling around, covered in scraps of cloth and glue and glitter.]

So, looks like another event from our world. One that has absolutely nothing to do with gravity turning off, weird. Almost like that was entirely unrelated to this event.

[He scowls very pointedly YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE PEOPLE HE'S SCOWLING AT.]

Anyway, this... well... okay, so in Gravity Falls, they like Halloween so much that they celebrate it again when summer comes and call it Summerween. Judging from the jack-o-melons hanging around, the fact that it's late June, and the fact that literally no other town would have something as ridiculous as Summerween, I'm calling it. This one's ours.

[Mabel tosses a piece of blue cloth at Dipper's head, which he fastens around his shoulders like a cape. She vanishes out of the camera's field of vision.]

The good news? Halloween's just as fun in the summer. The bad news? Last Summerween a monster called the Summerween Trickster tried to eat us and our friends because we [mostly just Dipper] lacked the "Summerween Spirit." [He rolls his eyes, making finger quotes.] I don't know if that's gonna happen here, but let's face it, it's Wonderland, so I'd get a costume just in case. And hey? Free candy. Not such a bad thing.

[Mabel comes back, wearing green suspenders. She hands Dipper a pointy red hat and lifts a silver teapot over her head. Together, they lower the hats onto their heads and fistbump, costumes complete. Summerween is about what really matters, after all: pure evil.]

So hey, I guess we're trick-or-treating? We'll see you out there. Try and have fun! Since you know, you might die otherwise.

[He cuts the feed, though he and Mabel will both be responding to any confused questions. Throughout the rest of the event, they'll be mostly sticking together, trick-or-treating with each other or with any friends they catch up with, especially once their trick-or-treat-or-die theories are confirmed. There is nothing cuter than twins in costumes, and they're experienced trick-or-treaters, so they're gonna hit every door. Might be they'll even come to yours!]
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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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[Elizabeth looks far more comfortable addressing the network than at her arrival just a few short months ago. She's sat in her room, the ornate belle époque furnishings visible in the background, and music crackling away on the gramophone; a song that may sound odd in its arrangement to those familiar with it. She offers a friendly smile and waves hello before she speaks.]

I realised the other day just the sheer amount of books and moving pictures I have to catch up on, given that most people here from a version of Earth are so far ahead in time from me. And that's not to mention culture from completely different worlds, too! I'm at a bit of a loss where to start. Max said I should watch animation by Disney, but does anyone else have other recommendations? I think I'm going to make a list.

[Video]

Jun. 15th, 2016 12:30 am
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Dear Wonderland.

[She says it like she's starting a letter. To all of you Wonderland girls and guys! She's obviously in her room, the wall of pasted-on Polaroid photos behind her, with softly lit lanterns hanging across the surface on thin wires. It's late at night- or rather, it's the wee hours of the morning. Max has no idea how much the old midnight gang of insomniacs still prowls around the network. She used to be pretty active at this time- not so much anymore.]

This is gonna sound kinda weird, but I swear I'm not off my rocker. Maybe groggy and craving for food, but not crazy.

[ Come on Max, stop embarrassing yourself on the network!]

I was just thinking that I would've graduated by now, since it's June. I'd probably be scrambling to find some sort of arts college that I can afford or that I can even get into. [Or not. Spending a year traveling and taking photos sounds great, too, but college seems pretty important.] And it sucks that I don't have school here.

But... obviously a lot of things suck about Wonderland. Nutso mirrors, certain newbies showing up, all kinds of scary mystery type stuff, nasty events. I mean, sometimes it's... just shit. [Like the past few days, for a lot of people. The network's been full of downers. Her brow furrows as she looks to the side, and her mouth curves into a slight frown.] And I'm sure some of us are bringing in a ton of messed up baggage from back home, too.

[She holds up a stack of instant photos, maybe seven or eight. She angles the stack sideways, so only the sides can be seen by the camera. The girl's still a little too shy to show the actual images.] But see this? Each one's a photo of a... a friend I've made here. People I could actually hang out with. [She waves the little stack at the screen, preparing herself for this next admission.] That's more friends than I had- have in my school.

So yeah, Wonderland totally bombs sometimes. But there's some pretty good stuff going on, too. And I know this is gonna be really hard right now, but I want to hear it- what's something you're super grateful for? Something you might never have had if you hadn't fallen down the rabbit hole? [She tries to make it sound like it's fun challenge, smiling timidly at the screen.] Cuz I'm sure you could name at least three things.

[[OOC: After the post, she leaves her room to roam around the mansion, phone light in hand. Feel free to bump into her wherever! Also, she'll be replying to all responses, even the ones after sunrise.]]
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[Dipper always looks a little on the paranoid and overtired side, but he looks especially bad today. Amazing how much harder it is to sleep when the very reason you have trouble sleeping in the first place is actually here and likely to torment your nightmares if you dare close your eyes. Not that staying awake forever is an option. Dipper just wishes it was. He starts the feed, then sits, back, looking grim.]

Hey. Dipper and Ford Pines here. You might have noticed the super weird triangle thing that came up recently? Well, that's not a what. That's a who. [A beat.] And… also a what, actually.

[Ford doesn’t look much better either. His brow is furrowed and his expression, grave.] That super weird triangle thing is a dream demon known as ‘Bill Cipher’. He is incredibly powerful and incredibly dangerous. Now I’m sure some of you will take this as a challenge-- How bad can he be? Right? [He shrugs airily, but abruptly points at the camera.]

Wrong. Bill is most powerful in the mindscape; a mental realm between dimensions. He can read your mind and inhabit your dreams and he is chaos incarnate. He may be charming, but above all else he is a liar and a monster.

[Dipper raises a finger.] Also? Don't make a deal with him. He will lie to you and cheat you out of your end and then he'll possess you and do terrible things to and with your body. [Terrible, terrible things. Dipper rubs his arm.]

But good news? He can't possess you if you don't deal with him, and without a corporeal form he's pretty limited in what damage he can do. Still got the omniscience and nightmares to contend with, but who hasn't had to deal with a few nightmares? [It's fine. He's fine.]

[Ford puts a comforting hand on Dipper’s shoulder.] If you happened to follow his instructions and you drew a triangle with an eye, I suggest you destroy that paper immediately--preferably by burning it. If you can help it, do NOT engage! I cannot stress that enough. Do not be a fool just because you think you can handle yourself. It’s not worth the risk.

[Dipper nods firmly.] If he contacts you? Let us know. If he… takes an interest in you or something, definitely let us know. We're experts on dealing with him. We can help. We can also answer any questions you might have. To the extent that there are answers, anyway. There are still definitely more questions.

[He gives a serious nod, glances up at Ford, then looks into the camera.]

That's it for now, Wonderland. Stay safe, and come to us with any questions.

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