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Aug. 13th, 2018 05:55 pm
satansniece: (ugh)
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[The feed comes on a little shaky, as April is walking through the maze as she speaks, holding her device out in front of her as she glances around, deciding which direction to head as she hits a dead end. She ducks her head and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear and shoves her free hand back in her pocket, not looking particularly thrilled. It was boredom coupled with curiosity that drew her out to explore the grounds. And maybe just a little sense of familiarity, since they are very park-like. Despite her own best efforts, she knows a thing or two about parks. And she might not entirely hate them.]

I guess if I'm stuck here, I should say hi. Sooo... hi. I'm April. [She pauses, glares into the camera, and sighs.] I'm not really sure how I got to this place, or why, or what I'm even supposed to do about it... but here I am. [Does she sound fine? She's fine. Totally fine. Except she's not fine, she's kind of terrified, and the fact that she's now hit three more dead ends that she doesn't remember retracing her steps through isn't exactly helping.] If David Bowie jumps out in tight pants and starts singing, I'm gonna scream.

[Another dead end. How is that even possible? Her eyes widen briefly and her heart pounds a little faster, then she seems to take a breath and her expression goes blank, her voice smooths out to her usual monotone, and she even musters a little smile.] And on a completely unrelated note, has anyone ever solved this thing? [She's definitely NOT lost. Not one bit.] I'd really love to, uh, compare notes. I'm almost done, so feel free to contact me right away.
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[NOTE: I e n c o u r a g e you guys to talk to each other on this post. Not just to Kol. It's the kind of thing that could really spawn some good conversations so feel free to threadjack. 100% okay on my end, always, no need to ask.]



[Kol has thought on it a lot, but this seemed the simplest way to get to the masses. He felt video responses would get too convoluted and messy, so text was the easiest avenue for his purposes. Plus, it would make it a hell of a lot easier for him to keep up with his own notes of things that way, too.

He's also still coming off of trying to deal with the fact that he went through his first fully-immersive Wonderland Event, complete with what more or less amounts to a very intricate level of compulsion in his mind. Re-written memories, set to act out a part someone else decided he should play. He is not particularly fond of being on the opposite end of that little trick, and the only silver lining in was that it didn't last very long.

But he has other things brewing in the back of his mind about that, and to eventually attempt to accomplish that? He needs to know what kind of powers, magic, and other abilities may be at work, here.]


I know that this place is made up of a little bit of everyone and everything all thrown into someone's toybox for their own fun. Or, that's bloody well what it feels like, at any rate. But because it's such a mix, I find myself curious about who's out there, and what they can do.

Rumor has it, my family's sort of known in these halls, so I don't s'pose I'll be surprising anyone who knew my other siblings before they were popped back home, in owning up to being a vampire. One of the first, back where I'm from, actually.

Which brings me to my next point: Granted, I know it isn't for everyone, and not everyone does it, but there's this really strange sort of almost blanket acceptance of people here that I don't think you find in very many places. You have all these supernaturals and powered people mixing with humans and I don't even know what else. And it's just a thing, another fact of life. People can live here and be what they are, be public about it even, and it doesn't really matter. At least, that's what I've gotten out of my time here.

I imagine at least a good handful of you probably knew what I was when I got here, knew my family's story, or at least pieces of it, but as far as I know, no one's judged me. Certainly, no one's coming running at me with a stake or made threats to find ways to contain me for little more than being what I am.

You just don't have that in most places. People are so judgmental and quick to hate what they don't understand. Me, personally? I love to learn.

Which is why I'm here. No one's obligated to answer, but if you're up for the discussion, tell me. Who are you? What can you do? Not limited to folks of supernatural or powered persuasions, either. I'm interested in hearing anyone's skills.

And on a more personal note? I'm calling out to any witches who may be interested in chatting. You could say I'm a bit of a fan of magic.
selfworthbitches: (done with your shit)
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Hey.

[Mazikeen is spinning a wickedly curved blade in her hand, reclining in one of the tea-room chairs like it's her own personal throne.]

I hear there's a war coming. I hope some of these Mirrors provide at least something of a challenge.

[But her hopes aren't high. She hasn't been in Wonderland very long and already she's bored. Nothing's tried to kill her in the entire week she's been here. How's a girl supposed to have a good time?]

Anyway, thought I'd offer my services. You want to get prepared for the war? Come to me. I'll beat you up. [A beat.] I mean train you. Whatever. Once you learn pain you'll be prepared for anything these Mirrors have to offer.

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Apr. 2nd, 2018 07:37 pm
255000255000255: (Just Monika.)
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[ Monika is sitting placidly behind her piano, smiling like she has no cares in the world. However, something's...off.

Her ponytail is slightly askew, the bow drooping on one side, and her clothes aren't as clean and kempt as usual. But it's probably what's going on in the background that's more interesting.

As in her room is wrecked. Items are strewn about, things are broken, and her piano has an unmistakable crack in it. It's like a tornado tore through, that tornado being her. She doesn't care about wars or any other stupid bullshit, because she has more important things weighing on her mind.

See, the past month hasn't been too good to her. She had a body for a while. And now she doesn't. Monika doesn't like that. The asshole that killed her? Not only ruined her short time with a body, but also got to hit and run in the completely unfun way. She really doesn't like that. And being held captive by a demented bear? REALLY NOT LIKING THAT. Noticing a pattern here?

In short, she mad.

She gives a pleasant little hum, resting her clasped hands on the piano's fallboard. ]

Just a quick question today! Are there any robots around?

[ She blinks, still smiling. There are no underlying issues to address here, no siree! She is toootally not getting desperate for freedom, nope nope nope.

Everything is ab~so~lute~ly~ perfect! ]

Just curious~
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shes gone
for real this time

evelyn's gone


(ooc: given circumstances, Dan won't necessarily respond to everyone)

---

[Anyone who actually looks for the man won't find him in her rooms, or the library, or the stables. He'll be in Deux Lux, slowly working his way through a bottle of whiskey with the purposeful air of a man who, at this moment, has little else to look forward to other than seeing the bottom of it and ordering a fresh one.

There's a folded letter on the table in front of him, and a golden wedding band, which he toys with occasionally between one mouthful and the next.
]

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Feb. 19th, 2018 09:34 pm
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Ah, hello again, Wonderland. Did you miss me?

[Lucifer seems awfully chipper despite his rather ragged current appearance. There's a wide smile across his face, but his lips and cheeks are ravaged by what appears to be burns from the sun. Similar patches cover his shoulders and chest, which are bare despite the temperature outside. Though he still wears a pair of slacks, his shoes also seem to be missing.

If he's cold, he's hiding that fact relatively well. If someone were to look closely at the pattern of burns across his skin, they'd also notice that they're healing relatively rapidly.]


Of course, you did. As if there were any doubt.

[He starts trudging toward the mansion at a slow pace, though whether it's because he's feeling any pain, freezing, or simply not in a hurry is anyone's guess.]

I do hope everything is still where I left it. [He lifts a brow.] That means you too, Detective. And the bloody dog.
directed: (legends301_0663)
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[He starts the broadcast mid-afternoon—a choice of time as deliberate as the backdrop of Wonderland's tea rooms, easily recognized behind him. What's distinctly different, at least for those who know him, is that Rip appears without his typical facial hair. He's clean-shaven, beard and mustache absent, at least for the present.

His voice, however, remains unchanged as he makes one single statement.]


A question for those interested: what do you consider the proper way to take your tea?

[Yes, that's all. Certainly not the typical network fare of the day, nor what one might expect if they've spoken to Rip before, as any network post he's made in the past has been quite calculated.

Then again, given the look in his eye before the camera turns off? Perhaps there's something about this one that is deliberate as well.

In any case, he would be there for a time, enjoying a bit of black tea—sweetened with a touch of sugar, of course.]
deathlessness: (freya123)
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[It's been a nagging, trickling feeling in the back of her mind as the weeks in January pass, something she isn't fully willing to acknowledge at first. Klaus slips away without comment from her to the world at large because she isn't sure if many will miss him, and those that do will notice on their own. She stays quiet for the time being, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, but that changes when she wakes up and the wall that normally held a door to the common room that joined the two Mikaelson rooms is gone completely.

So not just Klaus, but also Caroline.

She then intended to do the dutiful thing and inform Damon and Elena, but the bar only seemed to turn up empty, and when she tried to text them, both messages were bounced back quickly. It's a disorienting feeling to find yourself suddenly absent of all the people you know from your own world, suddenly absent of being known, and she isn't entirely sure what to do with it.

It's funny. She had spent so much time alone in her life, you would think that she would be prepared for the inevitability of being alone again. Instead, it hits her like a sack of bricks and for the moment, she's glad she's alone in the bar, because that kind of vulnerability is not something she's prone to showing.

("There's always going to be a spell to do or an enemy to fight, but when all that's done, you deserve someone who gets you."

God, she misses Keelin.)

She spends a long time staring down neck of a bottle of tequila - not the same amount of time as her last drunken post, so she is slightly more coherent and sober than last time, but still obviously drunk.]


A question for you all, if you feel like getting a little existential:

Not this Christmas, but the Christmas before we had these ... dreams, I guess you could call them. More accurately they were probably visions or predictions of what we would become if Wonderland was allowed to continue to gnaw away at us, bit by bit. In those visions, we all had become ... residents, in a sense. We belonged to Wonderland, and what came before no longer mattered, no longer existed, because, presumably, we had forgotten it.

[Klaus had forgotten almost everything but Hope, and that had been a blow in and of itself.]

Or it had been stolen, depending on how you look at it.

[She's going somewhere with this, she promises.]

We're all here for indeterminate amounts of time, we don't know if we'll be fortunate enough to return home, or if we'll become like the residents where this is all we know. So in terms of a worst case scenario, do you think it would be better or worse to meet that final end? To be stuck here, still remembering who you are and the things that matter to you, or to forget it all, and only focus on the things you can change?

[Yep, it's time for depressing o'clock with Freya Mikaelson. She honestly is curious though.]

Does it make the question easier or harder to answer if you are here alone, with no one else from your world?

Inquiring minds would love to know.

[And with that she will disconnect and go back to her bottle.]
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Hey, can you hear me? Am I coming through?

[ Monika's eye appears on the screen briefly, then disappears with a screech of static. The screen flickers, and after a few more odd noises, she clears her throat and appears fully, smiling cheerfully as ever. ]

Hi there, everyone! I'm Monika! Uh, if you couldn't tell already, I'm new here. But I'm sure you're always hearing people say that, right?

[ People. That's a thought. Her face warms. ]

Anyway, I know we're in a weeeird situation, but I hope we can all make the best of it! I've found that the easiest way to brighten up a bad time is to get creative~ So I spent a little time writing this. It's always nice to write your thoughts out, you know?

[ She helpfully holds up her work and lets it fill the screen for everyone to see. Go on, take your time! ]


Read more... )

[ The poem disappears and there she is, still! Smiling! Yay, poetry! ]

Ahaha, I got a little experimental today. I hope you don't mind. [ She looks sheepish. ] I'm usually only good with free verse, but I'm really proud of the results!

Anyway! I'm glad to get to know you all, because I love making new friends! [ She holds up a finger. ] In honor of the occasion, here's Monika's Writing Tip of the Day! Sometimes, you'll have to make very hard decisions about editing your work. You might even end up having to start all over! But don't let it discourage you. Writing is a dirty process, so getting your hands messy is inevitable. Let it help you grow!

[ Monika gives another smile, softer this time, and waves as she shuts off the feed. Time for a fresh start! ]
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[NYE_Invitation.jpeg]


[Bright and early the morning of December 8th, crisp, embossed invitations will be delivered to every resident in Wonderland - provided that they have a door to deliver to - and for those who might have missed the physical missive, convenient digital copies were sent just as well.

Hosting some sort of holiday fête these last few years has become something of an anticipated exercise in planning and Wonderland tradition, as it were, for Evelyn. While she has never strictly moderated the dress code she does think it would be nice to see people in their best when ringing in the new year, hence the gentle suggestion in terms of attire, but she hardly expects it to be adhered. Black tie is more aspiration than reality.

The public address also serves as a reminder to her that two months have passed since her last network-wide announcement regarding far less savoury subjects, but Evelyn committed to the project and she isn't going to stop no matter how uncomfortable it makes others and herself.
]

I, ah-

[Predictably she is at her desk, rifling through unconventional work (arrangements for the upcoming party, a series of notes regarding gifts she needs to acquire for other residents, and the like).]

I hope that by now you have all received the invitation I left - if not, I've attached it to this recording - regarding the soirée I intend to hold on New Year's Eve, Wonderland willing, I know things are unpredictable here. But I very much hope to see residents in attendance, because as I'm certain many will agree, we could use some levity.

[Evelyn takes a deep, businesslike breath and exhales shortly, reaching for a pen. An empathetic creature at heart, it is difficult for her to demand information from people when she knows that the information itself is hurtful, traumatic.]

...in considerably less festive news I should like to remind residents that I am still keeping track of lost lives. Please contact me if the last couple of months have been unkind.

[One last reassurance:]

I'll be here.
deathlessness: (freya217)
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[Freya returns to Wonderland, and as always, Wonderland's timing is the fucking worst. While in a way she is grateful that they're here - Klaus would not have been so considerate of Freya asking for more time if they weren't in a place where time stops, and she knows that she's going to have to return to her room and actually fix the problem she's been given, but for now, she is going to grieve.

For now, she's going to drink. For now, she's going to try and wrestle with the fact that her brother is dead, and in the end, they got none of the things they wanted.

Even when they try to be the good guys, when they try to do the right thing, they can still never win. Vincent in the back of her mind reminds her that she had the chance to do the right thing, to just let Vincent use Elijah's death and not try to interfere in any way, but he should have known - there was no way that was ever going to happen.

She makes her way up to the fifth floor bar, as it's usually fairly empty and not populated by too many friends who will want to ask intrusive questions about her commitment to being incredibly intoxicated. She takes a bottle of tequila off the shelf, grabs herself a glass, and settles at the bar to begin knocking glass after glass back. She's planning on being there a while, and she does make sure to eat something every now and again, but for the most part, she doesn't want to feel anything.

At some point during the night, however, she'll click on her device, needing to speak into a void, even if she knows that the entire mansion is going to hear her.]


I have a riddle.

[Her voice is slurred but clear enough that the words can be made out if nothing else.]

Two men walk into a desert. ... Wait. ... Two? No, four men walk into a desert. And they are unconscious, probably from heat exhaustion. The riddle never said, they were just magically unconscious, so they probably fainted. The person telling the story was likely just trying to save face with all of their manliness.

[Macho posturing is dumb. There's a giggle and a "whoops" as some of the tequila sloshes over the sides of the glass and she pours herself another.]

When they wake up, they are buried up to their necks in the sand. Like little ground hogs. But they can only see what's directly in front of them. And they have hats! Different colored hats!

[Another beat as she takes the drink, then a pause as she frowns.]

Wait, there was supposed to be something else before that.

[Another beat.]

Or maybe they were kidnapped.

[There's a pause, and a sigh, because she is too drunk to remember the way this is supposed to go, and her hand fumbles as she goes to find her device on the bar and shut it off.]

I'll call you back.

[AND FREYA MIKAELSON HAS RETURNED FROM HER CANON BUMP. Action tags are welcome, as are network tags, but network tags may cut off and return when she is slightly more sober. Apologies in advance.]
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[Emma has read what information has been made available, she’s walked the grounds and the corridors of some of the mansion’s ground floor, and she’s combed through what public postings she could find to look through on the device she’d found in the pocket opposite of where she kept her own phone. She’s been digging for evidence since she got here, but what she’s found?

She’s not buying it. The message that comes through is voice only, not wanting to reveal her face or her exact location right away-- though she’s pretty damn sure that whoever’s responsible for this is watching her and has a good idea of where she is, if not who.]


Look. I know someone is out there listening.

[She doesn’t know exactly who, but someone.]

This game of yours? I’m not interested. I don’t know how you got me here, or how you set all this up. Maybe it’s some messed-up alternate reality game, but I didn’t opt in for any of this. I don’t care how elaborate it is, or how much work went into it-- my kid is at home waiting for me, and I am not screwing around.

[Her tone is hard, angry rather than anxious, determination winning out over uncertainty.]

‘Wonderland.’ Cute, but I’m not impressed. All I want is for you to point me towards the exit. You can do me a solid and we can do this the easy way-- or we can do it the hard way. Trust me, whatever weird stuff you might be into, I can promise you won’t be happy if we go that route.

[She stays on the line, just to wait for any kind of possible response-- but she doesn’t really know what to expect. This entire thing has her out of her depth, even if she’s not willing to admit it.]
twixt_dee_n_dum: (Default)
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[The Twins are seated on one side of a round table covered in a deep purple cloth. A deck of cards is spread out in front of them, face down. There's also a small velvet bag sitting to one side on the tabletop. A few people might recognize this as their fortune-telling stand.

The two of them look at the camera with serious expressions, and when they begin to speak, their tone is solemn.]


Do you have a dark side to you?

Everyone does, don't they now?

How deep down is it hidden? How much does it see the light of day?

It will be seeing plenty of it soon.

Don't expect the heat to slow it down. Nothing can stop it once it gets going.

Nothing but you.
krmvgivv: (i'm mean and bitter)
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[Oh look, it’s Mabel and Dipper again. And… Well, Mabel is crowding in front of the camera right now, so it’s more “Mabel and Dipper’s face squished off to the side. SHE IS VERY EXCITED OKAY.]

Good morning, Wonderfriends! ...Or whatever the time is, since time’s relative here.

Are you tired of not knowing what’s really going on? Are the pamphlets you get when you arrive just too boring and lack both detailed information and color. Do you really not know who all those people who announce events are and why they’re so important?

Well, look no further, ‘cause Angel Investigations has the guide for you.


[Dipper finally manages to push Mabel out of the way enough to get his face more firmly in view, shooting her a frustrated look in the process. WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS.]

Not that the pamphlets aren't great! [EVIE IS HIS HERO HE WILL SAY NOTHING AGAINST HER HARD PAMPHLET WORK.] But they really just scratch the surface and, well, once you're a little more settled in, sometimes you might want all the information in one convenient place rather than having to go digging for it.

[He holds up a small booklet.]

Presenting Dipper and Mabel's guide to Wonderland! Your one stop guide for detailed Wonderland basics.

[Mabel pushes her way back into frame again, gripping Dipper’s shoulders in a sort of hug-tackle so he’ll stay down.] With drawings made by me! Mabel!

[He pushes his way up again, squeezing into the bottom of the frame and scowling.]

And useful information compiled and summarized by me, Dipper.

[He straightens, trying to look as professional as he can considering Mabel basically has him in a headlock.]

We've also got a digital version for people who like having less paper. Come down to Angel Investigations and get your copy today!

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Jul. 18th, 2017 08:55 pm
suspense_kills_me: (Look Up talking)
[personal profile] suspense_kills_me
[After the slightest bit of fumbling, Red appears on the screen, dressed in his customary three piece suit and Fedora. He has an extremely important question, after, of course, the customary introduction. It's only polite]

Good afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Raymond Reddington.

[The introduction, like his wardrobe, is just slightly over the top. Other than that, he seems completely at ease, like winding up in Wonderland is just another day for him.]

While I have to commend our hosts on the accommodations, it seems as though the food and drink leaves something to be desired. Does anyone know where to get an above average chocolate chip cookie? I’m having a hell of a time locating one that doesn’t taste like the packaging it comes in. A good scotch wouldn't go unappreciated either.
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[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.]

( voice )

Jun. 12th, 2017 09:54 pm
taer: (⚔ CROSS)
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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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May. 16th, 2017 12:50 pm
thecourier: (080)
[personal profile] thecourier
someone or some damn thing in this place killed evelyn.
whoever, or whatever you are you better fuckin pray to any god you have that i never find you.
mulletrock: (w/e: come here bb)
[personal profile] mulletrock
So, while everyone's recovering from last month's bullshit here's an idea:
It's my brother's birthday: Sam Winchester. Maybe you've heard of him.
Looks like Sasquatch, dresses like Mr. Rogers.

He likes clowns, greasy food, and lingerie wrestling.

Anyone else looking to pitch in, you can leave open bottles of alcohol, barrettes, and scrunchies outside his room door for the next 24 hours. Whoever can get the most parked by the door jamb without him catching them, gets a favor, winner's choice. Proof or it didn't happen.

He's also a big fan of taxidermy and stetsons.
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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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[The video starts abruptly with the sight of blonde curls and perhaps a flash of blue eyes which then quickly spins around to show brown wing tip shoes and the bottoms of tan corduroy trousers.]

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

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

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

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

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Feb. 20th, 2017 03:10 pm
saunteredvaguelydownwards: (011)
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Is this thing-- Oh. It's on.

[Tap tap. It looks enough like a smartphone to be reasonably used as a smartphone, and Crowley has no issue at all with using smartphones.]

That's a bit cliché, isn't it? A mysterious device appears in your pocket full of little buzzing voices and the first thing you do is use it? Of course you do. Never mind how many horror movies you've seen.

[The person talking into the video while casually strolling outside is a handsome young man in dark sunglasses, with fantastic cheekbones and dark hair that the breeze is currently playing around his forehead. He's slightly pale, though all in all his complexion is somewhat indeterminate.]

If someone could point me in the direction of the Lon­don Orbital and a car rental shop, I'd be much obliged.

[The levity is quite smoothly hiding the fact that he is already very aware that he can't get out of here - he's tried, it just gave him a headache - and he is very, very concerned about that.]
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[ As soon as Tess starts to put pieces together between the water and the malfunctioning closets, she's on the move to the storage room next to hers. She'd tried to get bags, but that backfired. So, she's improvising as best she can and flipping on the device to record audio because it was easier than dealing with video as she moved around. There's the sound of a can lid popping and a soft 'Thank god' before returning her attention to the perched device. ]

I hope this thing is still fucking working. Alright, there are food storage rooms on the 1st, 3rd, 7th, and 10th floors - all room 31. The food's still here and it's still good. I dunno if the whole waterproof door thing is gonna hold with more and more people coming and going, but either way the sealed shit should be fine.

Bring a pillowcase or whatever you have that's small and can hold a few cans or bags, take what you can swim with, and fucking share. If you can't swim or need help, let me know. I'll try and put you in contact with someone who can bring you somethin' to eat. Those of you capable of being runners, let me know what floor you're on so I can connect you with people that need the help. [ There's a temptation to add something about prioritizing the kids, but she leaves it as is. Yes, this isn't home, but emergencies and ration shortages tend to make the darker sides of human nature peek out to reveal its ugly head. No point in putting everyone on pedestals when this place might knock them the fuck off with or without help. She doesn't say anything else, instead cutting the feed and going back to double check the seals on a few objects for water resistance. ]
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[She's been in Wonderland a few hours now and already met up with Mick and Lenny, so the panic is out of her system. Not that she'd admit there was any panic to begin with. She'd been fairly threatening to hide it.

But now, she was lying on her back on a bed with a smirk on her face. Her curls were splayed about her head, holding the camera up so the video shot down at her.]


So, this is Wonderland? I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around the magic, but I'm sure that's common for the new kid on the block, right? I'm Lisa Snart, [Why yes, she did just wink at the camera when she said her name] and I'm looking for suggestions on what to do first. It's a bit cold for the beach, but that's definitely high on my priority list. Are there any clubs around here? I feel like dancing.



[OOC: Warning: Some threads reference abuse.]
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[what's up it's just eleven chillin' in her cozy basement room. she's sitting on the couch in front of a coffee table where there are some d&d miniature figures and whatnot.]

I met people like me here. Are there more? [she turns her attention to the miniatures, and they levitate off the table, then go flying sideways into the wall.]

I want to meet more people like me. I thought I was alone.
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[ It's a good thing nobody can see Sam right now, because the younger Winchester brother isn't having a particularly Happy New Year thus far. Why? ]

This is Sam Winchester. I need somebody who can-- someone who's got experience in, uh... Sumerian. [ He seems distracted enough to not explain, or at least to not find any humor in how obscure his request is. ] And, maybe more importantly, anyone who is good with ciphers. If you've got time, I'm in the library, and I could really use your help.

[ "What for, Sam?" There's a pause, and then: ]

I'll explain when you get here.

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Jan. 3rd, 2017 02:49 pm
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Happy New Year. :)

[ Which is, of course, notable only in that it puts her give or take six months ahead of the timeline she was working prior to her arrival here. But putting words to it anchors her. ]

This is Natasha Romanoff. Looks like I'm experiencing a little WonderlandTM Amnesia. If you could fill me in on the particulars of how we knew each other, I'd appreciate it.

And, while I admire everyone's patience with new arrivals, feel free to spare me the welcome packet. "Welcome to Wonderland, you can't leave by your own design, sometimes people come and go +/- their memories of Wonderland." I think I've managed to sift through most of the basics.

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[sylar has a lot of experience in treating the world as his diary. he's like a teenager with a xanga in 2005. i mean, instead of xanga, he had claire bennet, but now he has this whole other captive audience of people. to shitpost to. how nice. it really is the little things, huh.]

I'm still not entirely convinced this whole thing isn't a dream. I've had a lot of experience with bad dreams. Getting trapped in dreams. Have you ever been trapped in a dream where you can't wake up? It's literal hell. And I'm an expert. But since I've gleaned that we're all trapped here together, I guess I'll just have to learn to live with it. Something I'm also an expert in.

Do you ever think you can overcome your true nature? Or is "true nature" even real?
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Public:

[ The feed opens to a view of Darcy in the corner of the coffee shop, a steaming mug beside her and an assortment of electronics. She may or may not be making up for lost time thanks to Hell. Not cool Wonderland, not cool. Thankfully her time there hadn't been too bad - handy to have a buddy with a literal infinity stone inside of her around. ]

'Sup fellow Wonderlandians, I thought it'd be cool to do a little gift exchange throughout the mansion - especially after our latest adventure courtesy of this place. It's also getting to be that time of year that it gets tougher if you've lost people or feel like you're on your own. So! I wanted to do a Wonderland Secret Santa or a Holiday Super Secret Gift Exchange or a-- [ Time for everyone to get a front seat to the spinning wheels of her mind at work. ] Secret Christmahanakwanziwhateverelsepeoplecelebrate...ta if you don't celebrate Christmas........... thing. [ Don't worry if you're confused by what she just said guys, it's pretty evident by her expression that she confused herself. She's trying to make an effort to keep it inclusive, but she didn't exactly plan out a new name for the thing beforehand. ] Anyone can participate, newbies or if you've been around here forever. For people who don't know what it is, you get a name and you have to put together a present for them. Doesn't have to be anything special, but it doesn't hurt to make an effort. Also, it's a cool way to get to know new people or to just stay in touch.

I know it's a little early to be throwing this out there, but the Mansion likes to throw kinks in Holiday plans usually, so better safe than sorry on that front. Fingers and toes crossed this place doesn't turn a solid chunk of the population into tiny children again, getting stuck on the coat hook was no fun. [ Yeah, that's a whole 'nother story in and of itself. ] Any questions, feel free to hit me up or stop into the coffee shop. [ She picks up a stack of paper, scribbled notes and scientific drawings cluttering the pages. ] I'll be here for at least a few hours working through this stuff. There will also be a bucket on the counter down here if you need a little time to think about signing up. Hoping to get names out to people in the next, like, week and a half to two weeks. Thanks everybody!

[ And with that, she ends the feed on the laptop - shooting off a quick text to Steve before going back to building a way to keep track of everything in between pages. ]

Private to Steve:

Hey. Do you have a few minutes to chat tonight? I have a question for you.


[ ooc There will be an OOC sign up later today! ]
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[The ambient sounds of Lux Deux is prominent in the background as the feed starts up again, and for a long time it is the only sound aside from the clink of the glass being moved against the bar while Freya tries to get her words in order. She’s ascertained from her siblings at this point that she’s been gone far longer than would be considered “normal” for Wonderland – if there ever was such a thing.

She could simply announce that she’s returned and leave it at that, let those who wish to seek her out come find her, but that has never been her way, and while she doesn’t wish to talk about herself, she’s curious about something else.]


A question for you, Wonderland, though it is a rather specific one.

[Her words are slow and deliberate, likely indicating the amount she’s had to drink at this point – enough to dull the events of the last few months spent home, but not enough to make her sloppy – and the sound of her placing the glass back down on the bar can be heard before she continues.]

At this point, I’m sure we’re all aware of the … complications, involving those of us arriving from different points in the same timeline. For those of us who have come here and then learned of our future before actually going home to live through it, what do you think was worse? The speculation of what was to come, or the events themselves?

[There’s a small scrape as the glass is lifted again.]

Would you prefer to have remained ignorant, or do you feel at peace having lived the truth for yourself?

[And she’ll have the device with her to answer replies, though if you would prefer to visit her in person, she would not say no to company either. She’s probably going to be at the bar for a while.]

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