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Jul. 17th, 2017 08:35 pm
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Just why is zombie literature so abundant? I've never found the appeal of it, and yet apparently it's one of the more popular choices here.

( Not that literature really indicates what events they're getting but the literature surely has to be in that many worlds if the actual thing happens too, and there's been a few zombie type events -- both ones she's seen and missed )

Though it gives me that idea that perhaps now might be a good time to test some defences. I just need a volunteer. Not sure I can guarantee your safety though.

( You won't die! She hopes. Could be close )

( PRIVATE | Leonard Snart )
    You were looking for a more interesting conversation before? I might have something.
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[ She knew as soon as the cryptic message went up what this was going to be. And it's really something to finally be up, after two and a half years, to know this one's yours and it won't be anything good. Michonne's stockpiled more than usual - cases of bottled water, a shit ton of non-perishable food, and guns, ammo. She doesn't know what to expect; maybe it'll all disappear overnight, but she has to try.

When she wakes up back home, back in Alexandria, at first she thinks she's back. But she remembers Wonderland, sits up straight in bed and realizes a few things. Rick's not beside her, her stockpile from yesterday is still there, and her device is on the nightstand. Dressing quickly, she gets up, walks through the familiar house and out onto the porch.

She is home. There's no Daryl in the house next door, her people aren't here, but she's back and she isn't sure how to feel. She isn't even sure what fucked up thing might happen. She has to do her best to warn everyone, toe the line between scaring the shit out of people and making sure they understand. Sitting at her kitchen table (and that's a weird thing, too. This isn't anyone's but hers. This is all...hers. Her house, her couch, her mantle where she hung her katana thinking in a bout of optimism that it could stay there) she turns on her device, her face a little harder than usual which is, in all honesty, saying something. ]


If you don't know me, my name's Michonne. This is my world. Looks nice. Quaint. But it's not. Most people in Wonderland call it a zombie apocalypse. We didn't know what it was.

[ She really can't help having this moment out loud. ]

It was never entertainment for movies and tv in my world. It's real. Most of you already know what to do: shot to the head is the only thing that kills them. It's not good enough to just cut off the head. It can still bite. You get bit, you die and turn. Come back as one of them. Don't worry about being able to tell the difference between someone alive and someone dead. You can see it. Smell it.

[ And uh, one other thing: ]

If you get bit on a part that can be cut off, arm, leg. Do it. Cut it off as soon as you can. If you don't bleed to death, you won't turn.

[ But everyone knows this is temporary, so maybe people would just rather die than go through an amputation. Maybe they'd die and turn because eventually, this will end. They don't have to keep living it every single day. ]

I don't know if walkers will even be the issue. It could be anything I've gone through, right? There's enough fucked up shit that's happened, the biggest threat might not even be the dead. Just trust me. Get a weapon. Stay close because there's safety in numbers. I'm at the very end of the neighborhood with cases of water and food if you don't have any, but look in your pantries and see if there are rations, first. If you know how to use a gun, I've got those too.

Just know that noise draws them in. Gunfire is dangerous, might as well sound off a dinner bell for walkers. That's why I've had and always will have a katana. If you smell like them, they won't bother you. Smear their guts on you, smell dead, walk slow, you can get through a hoard.

[ She should stop, she can't tell everyone everything, it's too much. ]

You know how to reach me, if you need me.
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So, um.

[ This time around, John's a bit more prepared to address a network. He's set himself up a little studio area in the corner of his room and his phone's mounted to record him hands-free. ]

Heard from a coupla people that I wasn't real consistent 'bout takin' care of myself— [ the last time he was here. ] —historically speakin'. And I got to thinkin' 'bout that some three or four days ago, when I realized there was a whole day where I just sat 'round my room feelin' like crap, eatin' like I did when I was a teenager, stinkin' like a fool 'cause I needed a dang shower, but I was not feelin' it.

And you know what? Those people were right. Realized that. Once in a while — maybe more'n I'd like to admit — I totally forget I gotta maintain me.

[ He shifts in his chair and digs a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it and holding it up for the camera. It's pretty short and sweet: "Drink water. Sleep. Shower. Help someone. Exercise. Eat. Socialize. Smile. Relax. Forgive." ]

Made myself a little list, been tryin' it for a coupla days, and if I do six or seven things off this list every day, then I'm callin' it a success.

[ John sets the list aside. If anyone wants a copy, he's provided an attachment. ]

Now I'm curious, wonderin' what sorta things you guys find yourself forgettin' now that you're here. Your lists look like mine? Or is it totally diff'rent? And what're we all missin' that oughta be on everyone's lists?
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--en free biscotti!

[ count 'em! one, two, three, four-- and the fifth iced latte cup is half-full. all messed around a small table in the coffee shop, occupied by a messy man who forgot to shave ever this month. he points at himself. ]

Hi! My name's Dr. Ray Palmer. You might also know me as the ATOM, and former CEO of Palmer Technologies. I have a couple questions, and also a request.

[ the camera jostles as he jumps up to run into the hall (sorry for your motion sickness). the view then points at a stretch of blank wall. ]

Number one: Anybody object to me installing a ten-by-six foot digital bulletin board on this wall? And if so, do you have a suggestion for where it could go and still be in the public eye for use by everyone?

[ the shot swings back around to his face, which is frowning with thought. ]

Number two: I need some help! Lots of it, actually. It seems like we're all trying to collaborate and gaining various amounts of traction. If you consider yourself someone interested in the events and happenings of Wonderland, well. Go visit Angel Investigations first-- that place is wild. And then second, please respond here with a question or rumor you're interested in.

Number two-point-five: If you see a query from someone that you can answer, speak up? Eventually, I'd like to install this digital bulletin board to spark community communication about events and other Wonderland issues, to try to bridge the gap between the digitally-inclined and... the not so inclined.

[ he turns at the sound of his own name coming from the coffee shop and yelps before running back in. ]


( OOC | threadjacking is highly encouraged -- pls consider this a loose-form brainstorm sesh and don't forget that dragging ray and his ideas is also very extra encouraged. pls feel free to PM me with suggestions/issues/etc <3 )

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Jul. 4th, 2017 11:46 am
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I do hate to interrupt, [ comes the voice behind the network's latest entry. his voice is weighted down heavily by a distinct brand of southern drawl — georgia flavor, to those able to recognize it ] but seein' as I won't be goin' anywhere any time soon, I do believe proper introductions are in order. The name's Henry, and I hail from a small town in Colorado known as Purgatory. It was 2017, last I checked, but I don't suppose dates mean much in a "wondrous" place such as this.

[ yeah, the alice in wonderland references are completely lost on a man who missed out on not only the book's publishing, but all the disney adaptations that followed it. ]

You wouldn't happen to know if things you were... say, tethered to in your previous, less than wonderful life are still that way in this one, would you? I'm also interested in hearing what one does in Wonderland, other than wait for one of these so-called "events" to crop up, of course. A man of my specific skillset could get awful bored mighty fast without something worthwhile to entertain him.

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Jun. 28th, 2017 11:21 pm
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[Perhaps on the heels of such an interesting event, one wouldn't expect a person to be bored--and yet.

The message is short: a simple text, offered up without context or commentary.]


There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.

[Let's see what comes of it.]
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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.

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Jun. 25th, 2017 05:49 pm
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[Peridot has explained the setting, more or less. Dipper has explained the mechanics. There is, however, one more part of this event that apparently needs to be clarified, and apparently nobody else is going to do it so APPARENTLY Lapis has to. She does not care for giving exposition, nor is she suited to it; let's roll. Specifically, let's roll a 3 for diplomacy, perfectly fine for someone who isn't trying anyway.]

If anyone's curious, all the monsters were once ordinary gems now condemned to a variety of torturous existences. Feel free to hit them until they explode into puffs of smoke, it's not gonna make their day any worse.

And yeah, that'll leave their gems, as in the little bits of rock that are the core of their being. I'm pretty sure Wonderland gave everyone the ability to put those in bubbles, which will stop them from reforming and get them out of the way. If, you know, you don't want to go around breaking gems. Half of them have already BEEN shattered, and it obviously didn't do much good the first time. They're still alive. It's not even less effort.

Of course, none of this is exactly real anyway, so who's judging, right?
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A little over a year ago I provided the mansion with an instructional...brochure of sorts, to better orient newcomers and in particular those who are not from what can only be considered the "modern" era.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Herself included.
]

This is not to rally a police force. This is not to encourage mob-like behaviour. This is to calmly, openly discuss the subject of accountability and greater communication.
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[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.]

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Jun. 13th, 2017 08:21 pm
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This is...different. I was just in Central Park?

[She doesn't really know what's going on, and it's pretty obvious in her voice.]

I'm Claire Bennet. Does anyone here know me?

[She takes in a breath and looks around.]

Can anyone tell me what's going on? I mean, what's really going on?

[Did someone transport her here without her knowing? And where is her dad? And everyone else that was just in Central Park. She's a long way from home now.]
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[ 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. ]

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Jun. 12th, 2017 05:07 pm
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[ Nate is still sitting on the hill that he and Rip landed on. Mostly because he actually can't get back down it, or well he can but it's painful.

Because Rip shot him.

Bastard.

But he has his phone on him so a bit of an sos is necessary.

His voice is a bit tight from pain.
]

Uh. So. I'm back I guess? I'm not really sure how long I was gone. [ Both here and at home because time travel. ]

So, I'm on the checker board hills, anyone with medical experience around? I sorta got shot. In the leg. With a laser gun. I'd appreciate the help.

[ He gives a tight smile before switching the feed to private.

Private to Legends minus Rip plus Kara ]

Hey guys. If you see Rip don't trust him. He's not Rip. Just, I don't know knock him out and drag him to somewhere secure if you can? Or just avoid him.

And Sir Raymond of the Palms. I have a bone to pick with you.

Once there isn't a hole in my leg.

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Jun. 12th, 2017 09:54 pm
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All right, listen up. [ sara’s voice isn’t particularly commanding, but it’s firm despite the hint of levity. the latter is forced more than felt, but hopefully no one will be able to call her out on it. she's been here for a few hours now and she's still fuzzy on a lot of things. ] You probably get newbies asking for answers all the time, but I just got here, so someone mind filling me in? What is this place, how did I get here, and how do I get back to where I was? I was kinda in the middle of something.

[ she thinks about asking whether anyone from her team is here, but if they are, they’ll see this. they’ll talk to her. so she just shrugs to herself and adds one last hint, in case her voice alone wasn't enough: ] Sara out.
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Ray Palmer and Sarah Weller would like to invite you to celebrate the recent marriage of

Mr. & Mrs. Kurt Weller

Where: The ballroom
When: This Friday from 7 p.m. to midnight

Formal wear, please. Food and drink will, of course, be provided. All ages welcome. For questions and RSVPs, please contact Sarah Weller.

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( VIDEO | public )
Hey Wonderland, uhh-- oh, I'm Ray. [ cue generic handsome guy smile that looks super nervous and weirdly up close and personal. ] And not to sound the alarm or anything because nothing's really inherently wrong and everything's probably going to be just fine. [ was that convincing??? ] If you're a friend of Rip Hunter, I think he's gone to get a memory upgrade. So... we should talk. Just-- yeah.

[ er. ]

Oh, and if you're a friend of Nate Heywood, he's gone home potentially also temporarily? All the signs point to the same, though. He might be back soon.

( GROUP VOICE | legends filter )
Hey guys, so. Unless we're having another mirror fiesta, I'm thinking both Rip and Nate are making pit stops home. Uhm. [ pause. ] Have you guys talked about the future at all? Specifically Rip's?
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[ When Jane starts her video feed, there's a moment she's laughing at someone or something, pushing it/them away lightly before re-focusing on the screen. ]

Hi, everyone. I wanted to apologize for the tattoo shop being closed for so long. I left, but I've been back for about a week now. There was the ski lodge thing and before that...

[ There's something muffled said that can't quite be made out, but her eyes dart in the direction of the voice, and she laughs, bringing her left hand up to cover her mouth for a second which reveals a flash of a wedding ring. ]

...I was honeymooning. So, anyway.

[ She professionally clears her voice, getting back down to business. ]

Any appointments that fell through because I was sent home for a while can be considered back on the books and priority. Just let me know when you want to come by and I'll fit you in ahead of walk-ins. Oh, and I can confirm now that any tattoos I do here will completely disappear and not come back when you return. Which is, I guess, great for return business. All of the tattoos I gave Kurt are gone.

[ Guess she'll have to do more, what a burden. ]

Just let me know if you need anything. Oh, and Kurt's back too. Thanks to everyone who checked in on Sarah.

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Jun. 5th, 2017 09:55 am
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For anyone who wants to talk about the most recent event and compare notes, we're meeting in the tea rooms on the second floor tomorrow at three pm.

There will be snacks. If you want anything more significant than what the tea rooms provide, then bring your own. [ I.e., if Mick wants alcohol, he needs to bring his own. ]

We'll be talking about what happened, why it might have happened, what went wrong, and how we can prevent similar mistakes in future events.

Hope to see you there.
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[Claire has absolutely no idea what she's doing and while she is trying to broadcast at large, she doesn't mean to quite yet as she fumbles with what each button does.]

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

[It's then that she sees the 'recording' indicator on, and she takes a deep breath to steady herself.]

If you'll forgive me. I'm afraid we don't have technology like this when I'm from, but I did want to offer my services. If you have a malady and conventional medicine hasn't worked for you, or you simply aren't sure what to get from our captor's closets, I might be able to offer you comfort via different herbs and concoctions. Some of you might even be as displaced as I am and find yourselves more comfortable with my methods as your way of healing. I understand there's modern medicine but this is a specialty, I suppose. A naturalist's way. I'm also not positive of the medical personnel here. If you are medically inclined, would you care to introduce yourself?

My name is Claire Fraser, I'm a healer at home. More injuries of war, but I'm able to adapt.

[Injuries on battlefields, injuries because of stubborn Scots. They're really eerily similar.]

In any case, if you're in need of someone to help quickly, now you'll know how to reach me.

[She presses the button she thinks is the one for turning the recording off. When it doesn't stop, she presses it again, then again, and as she's mid-curse, she finally gets it.]

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May. 21st, 2017 08:22 pm
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[ Enter Sarah Weller looking slightly distressed, holding the camera and standing in the middle of a living room not her own. ]

What are the odds on my brother and Jane both going home at the same time, and not being trapped on the other side of the mirrors? Their stuff is here, but...

[ Her stomach twist a little as the camera pans to show their things. ]

But they aren't. And after everything that happened...

[ She trails off, a tear slipping down her cheek. ]

Please tell me they aren't stuck on the other side and just left for a week.

video!

May. 9th, 2017 11:48 am
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[ It's been a while since Sharon made any sort of announcement over the network, and for the most part, she likes it that way. All too often, the network seems to carry horrible news - this person is missing, that person hasn't been seen in so long, that person is still here, things like that.

But for this, she'll make an exception. Even if it isn't what she would consider work-related.

Yeah. She has personal curiosity. What're you gonna do, punk? ]


Apparently, there are some worlds out there with time travel. And reincarnations where people spout wings and bond together with fusion. Zombies, obviously. Invisible zombies, less obviously. And there's probably more weird stuff than that.

So, I'm curious. Anyone out there willing to give me a science lesson about how the hell things work back home? I'm not an expert, but I like to think I'm no slouch, either. I'm just having trouble wrapping my head around some things and want to have a better understanding.

voice

May. 7th, 2017 07:43 pm
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Seems once again I've been dropped off here. I tried to look back using our device to see how far long I was gone - about a month, I think. Interesting really... I was gone for about five months in my perspective. Some of the most eventful of my life.

[Considering he's dead, again, that's saying something.]

A question, for anyone who deigns to answer me: is there something you want badly enough that you would risk everything for it? A common theory about risk taking is that the greater the reward, the greater the risk to achieve it. Usually it's just applied to stocks and bonds, but it's true for all things. Therefore if you choose to risk everything for a single thing... what you want must be worth more than everything you risk.

I know my answer already, and I suppose I wonder if there are people like me. It's trite to think I'm the "only one" but no one ever seems willing to own up to the benefits of ambition. Ambition isn't a bad thing, but being humble seems... pretty pathetic honestly.
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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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Okay, which of you losers has my rat?

[Mick isn't going to waste time with pleasantries. He's back, he's got new deets on how crappy his life is gonna get and he's about ready to bust some heads together.]

And whichever of you geeks tidied my room, I'm gonna pound you into nothingness once I get my hands on you. I had everything how I liked it and you came along and messed it all up. [It was all perfect. Just. On the floor. In a heap. O r g a n i s e d. Why did people have to meddle while he was gone? He wasn't even gone that long. Like a week, tops.] You put all my junk in drawers, my towel ain't on the floor and now the whole place smells like chick stuff. Candles and flowers and--

Whatever. [He doesn't want to get into this, he wants to move on to the things he wanted to ask. He leans back a little against the wall he's against and sips his beer, contemplating his next words for a moment because he doesn't want to come across as cracked or nothing but he's got a few things on his mind.]

This whole back and forth to Wonderland bullshit, it's kind of weird. If you're going, you should stay gone. Doesn't make much sense to come back. [He grunts and pulls a face, clearly not impressed.] Anyone ever go kinda ... screwy from it? Like it starts messing with you or something? [He taps his head a few times to illustrate.] In here, I mean.

When you go back to where you're supposed to go, does wonderland keep messing around with you or what?
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Raise your hand if you think it's unfair for Wonderland to yank you back in mid-event.

[ the video is framed far enough away that you can actually see ray raise his hand to his own question. vigorously. think back to that kid in your class who had to hold up their raised hand with their other arm. were you that kid? yeah, bet you were.

ray grins and shrugs.
]

I guess Wonderland doesn't really do fair, huh? Either way, I'm back! What'd I miss?
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Baby it's cold outside (Action for Leonard Snart) )

[Well. Now that Rip has had an introduction provided by Mr. Snart paired with the opportunity to change into dry clothes, he decides to get straight to business. Never mind that he's been assured that time does not move within this realm, that somehow this fictional-based fantasy world is even more separated from time than the Vanishing Point. Despite that safety net (which he has not yet bought into, for the record), Rip possesses no desire to linger within these walls. Luckily the outdated technology provided for communication is simple enough to figure out. He turns on the video feed, making little attempt to put on a pleasant face—but he does have a British accent, so his voice sounds nice?]

Yes, hello there. My name is Rip Hunter, a just newly arrived prisoner of this—this sadly real version of seventies-era drug-induced hallucination.

[He might be a little frustrated here.]

I've been given an overview the way this dimension functions from one of my comrades here, most relevantly the supposed fact that escape is impossible. I would like to confirm this with the population at large.

[More to the point, he wants to know who is working to defy that rule. Raymond can't have been the only scientific mind brought to this world. Whatever efforts are being made, Rip wants in. He simply won’t say as much over the network, in case it is being monitored. Just as he remains certain that someone is trying to escape, he is equally sure someone is responsible for their imprisonment, even if their identity remains yet unknown.

Of course, wisdom dictates he be prepared for anything, and he pauses but a moment before continuing.]


I suppose I should also ask about some of the other things I’ve been told. While I have no reason to disbelieve those present from my own universe [liars and thieves though two of them may be], some of the things they described go well beyond the limits of what should be possible—and trust me when I say that given my own background, that is a definite point of concern.

Has there been any data collected on these so-called “events?” Any success in discovering how this world and the people within it are altered, seemingly at random?

[Anything at all that might show a successful resistance to all Rip has been told—ah, but he stops himself before that much spills out. Probably better not to piss off the general population on his first broadcast. He’s already got a disgruntled crew to manage, after all.]

That should suffice for now. Thank you all, for both your time and your cooperation.

[Now please, give Rip the answers he wants to hear.

With that done, Rip makes a few adjustments to the broadcast settings. The feed has ended for the population at large, but two particular residents get their own special message.]


With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings (Video for Ray Palmer and Mick Rory) )

[With that, he ends the transmission, though his wait won't be idle. He has a sprawling landscape to explore now that he's no longer soaked from his earlier arrival. If he is to be stuck there for the duration, Rip intends to know all he can about this prison--which means in turn, he can be found almost anywhere over the course of the next few days.]
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summary: iris west returns to wonderland. )

[ iris west is a reporter back in her home world, and it's a shame she has not taken advantage of the network as much as she should. tends to happen when you lose yourself digging up info within the network. ten years worth of it. her notes went missing the day she did, so she'll have to start from the ground up.

let us tell you, it won't be easy. but it's also not impossible.

to iris west, impossible is nothing.

once she is more or less settled in and let those closest to her know she has returned, she reaches out to the network.
]

I've got a few questions for you, Wonderland.

Specifically, I have questions for those of you who've been sent home and were brought back. Note: I won't turn down information even if this technically doesn't apply to you. I'll take everything you've got.

1. Were you able to remember anything about Wonderland while you were home?
2. How long were you gone Wonderland-wise, and were all your Wonderland memories intact when you returned?
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I'm getting real tired of getting dumped in strange places against my will. I don't like it.

[There's a low, dangerous growl of disapproval and the expression on Mick's face is not a pretty one. It's somewhat reminiscent of an angry bull. This was the second time in God knows how many days that Mick Rory has found himself stranded somewhere new and different, unsure what the hell is happening. It's not a good feeling. It didn't inspire much good will.

Though this is a definite improvement over the last place. For one, there's food. For another, he gets a free smart phone to yell at people over and voice his anger. Not bad. Though he did kind of think they went a little overboard with the white. What was with all the decorations anyway? This better not be like some low rent Christmas Town cause honestly, that sounded a lot like hell.]


You got five minutes to convince me not to torch this place to the ground cause I ain't in the mood to play nice right now. Somebody start talking. [The words come out as an angry snarl, teeth barred. He's not a happy bunny.]
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[The video comes on to show Shepard's face, looking like she is a hairline trigger from 'irritated' to 'might rend something with her bare hands', but really, can best be described as 'done with her entire life, and looking into the camera like she's on the Office as demons scream behind her. In literal Hell'.]

Alright. This probably should've been expected out of this place eventually. But y'know what? Nope. Not doing this like we've done the last couple events. 'Mm just not.

[She pans the camera around to display her surroundings, about in the middle of the 'camp' they all seem to have been dumped in.]

No more divide and falter. If you can fight, and you don't want to sit here and deal with this crap anymore, meet me here in the next half an hour. I'm setting up patrols and watches until Wonderland remembers it's ass from it's head. No shame if you can't, complete shame if you won't.

[Usually she'd smile or do a mock salute, but she's just... she's just done. She's so fucking done.]

See you soon. Don't die.
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Hey, Wonderla--

[ just as he starts to talk, ray has to dodge. and then dive. and then dip-- oh, you get it. ]

OK so first off Happy Thanksgi~iving!

[ more dodging! ]

Secondly, I had planned to talk about the holiday, which is an annual tradition about being grateful and celebrating family and-- [ another dive-- this is never ending... ] And invite those of you who might not know about it or celebrate to come and maybe add a tradition or bring your favorite comfort foo--

[ this time, ray gives an indelicate yelp and hits the floor, where now it's easy to see that he's in the ballroom, mid-setup for a big old family style dinner. but it looks like it's-- snowing? ]

But when I asked for extra marshmallows on the sweet potatoes, I guess the mansion took it to heart. So now I'm hoping someone could come and convince them to stop pelting me? And then we could all sit down and have a nice dinner togeth-- yah! Bring a shovel!

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