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[A very tired twenty-something Indian male appears on camera. His hair is a mess, disheveled as if from sleep and having shoved his hands through it a few too many times, and his clothes appear to have been slept in. Because they have. Mahir sighs and pushes his glasses up his nose before he addresses the camera.]

Hello. Wonderland, is it? As in Alice and, I presume. I’m afraid to say that kind of fantasy literature has never been my particular cup of tea. My name is Mahir Gowda. I am the head of the factual news division of the After the End Times news site, although I doubt that means much here. Perhaps it’s a sign of exhaustion, or stress, or my colleague’s particular brand of insanity has suddenly mutated and become contagious, but if this is a delusion, it’s a very convincing one.

I don’t suppose anyone would be so kind as to point me to a very strong cup of tea? If I’ve truly been kidnapped to an alternate dimension, I assume that calling my wife is out of the question. If she hasn’t divorced me yet, she certainly will be after this.

...I may need something a bit stronger than tea, on consideration.
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(OOC: All these articles come out before the sudden appearance of needles everywhere. )

Bleach stains in your leather? Believe it or not, you didn't completely fuck it up.


A) Don't be a dumbass and get blood on your fancy leather things.

B) If you are a dumbass, bleach out the blood and then fix your damn leather!

Feeling stressed about the Election? Down some of these perfectly crafted jello shots and feel numb about your life.


They're full of jiggly alcohol. What's more to know and love about them?

RNC Drinking Game )

i » voice.

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.

text

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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[The audio feed clicks on and from the noises of rummaging and throwing things going on, you'd think it was accidental, but it's not. Rocket's just... a little distracted.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ooc: ROCKET IS BACK FROM HIS CANON UPDATE. Spoilers from GotG Vol 2 will probably live here.]
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[It's Tiny Rick! Your favorite guy. That lovable teenage fucko. He's standing up on one of the beds and holding out his phone like he wants to take a selfie as he broadcasts, mostly so he can gesture at the camera with his free hand.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[He pulls said phone away and plays himself off with a sad song.]
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[Alice is i a tea room, puzzling over...well. A puzzle! She lifts up one piece and hums thoughtfully to herself.]

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

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

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

...well, it fills me with something.
wriggedywrecked: (you gotta morty)
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[Rick starts talking without any sort of preamble.]

So, coffee doesn't work. Caffeine pills don't work. Addy, speed, Ex, none of the usual amphetamines work. E-Even fucking--fucking kalaxian crystals don't work, I, I don't know how Wonderland managed that one.

Listen, I don't fucking g-get nightmares, okay? I yanked out that part of my brain i-in my thirties. So, so we got two options here. Either these are just Wonderland-fueled nightmares, a-and it's just, just a plain old goddamn fucked up dream event, or some of you motherfuckers are, are actually d-dreamwalking into my goddamn brainspace, and I swe-EAAAARRRRHH-r to fuck if that's the case I'm going to kill every single one of you who's c-come into my house and taken a massive subconscious shit on my mental rug.

And if it's not, then, then Wonderland can go fu--

[Abruptly, his eyes roll upward and he collapses right where he's standing. After a moment, snoring can be heard.]

video

Feb. 10th, 2017 07:34 pm
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public

[ When Joel's face appears on the screen, he's not screaming. He's not stalking the room in rage or setting the library on fire.

He is calm. Eerily so. He glares unblinking into the camera, brow furrowed, silent just long enough to become unsettling.

He has the look of a man who hasn't slept in the last twenty-four hours. ]


I know it's probably the mansion what took Ellie. That more'n likely, none of you had anything to do with it.

If I find out otherwise, I will kill whoever's responsible.

[ end feed. ]


private to tess

Tess.
choosetruth: (this time whatever it takes!)
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[Georgia is using video again, staring unsmiling at the camera from behind her usual dark sunglasses. When the feed starts, she gives a nod of greeting.]

Hello, Wonderland. A few orders of business.

After careful consideration, Shaun and I have decided that the network is not the most efficient or useful tool for distributing our articles. Instead, we'll be printing out a weekly zine.

[There's only the slightest grimace as she says the word print. Most people here don't share her disdain for print. It's fine.]

We're calling it The Shattered Mirror and if anyone is interested in contributing, contact me or Shaun, or come to our office in room 60 on the ninth floor. News is our main interest, but we'll accept fiction, poetry, art, or anything else that can be printed.

[She leans forward, expression, if possible, growing even more sober.]

Secondly, I'd like to formally apologize to anyone my brother or I hurt or scared during the last event.

[She doesn't flinch as she says it. Mostly because she has a lot of practice and sunglasses to keep anything from showing on her face. The zombie that rose when she died was not her, and she wasn't responsible for its actions. Knowing that doesn't make her feel any less guilty.]

As some of you are aware, we carry a virus that causes us to reanimate upon death. Normally whichever one of us survived would make sure to put the other one down before anyone could get hurt, but in this case circumstances didn't allow for it. I wish I could tell you it won't happen again, but I detest lying, and I have no way to be sure. We will try and contain the problem, but if we fail, my only advice would be to run unless you have exceptionally good aim.

Clementine will be putting out a document on behalf of our publication with more advice for handling zombies soon.

[She gives a decisive nod and reaches to turn off the camera.]

Thank you, and have a good day.
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[what we have here is a view from Rocket's work bench- the communicator propped up against something, giving everyone a view of the various bits and bobs and the raccoonoid, himself, whose currently taking things apart and putting them back together as he talks.]

So I've been gettin' kinda bored lately, which, incidentally, is bad for everyone's health, if you get what I'm sayin'. [that might sound like a threat, but everyone who knows him well enough knows that he's... just talking about the dangers of his nasty habit of making bombs of varying danger levels and then setting them in the hedge maze to see how fast he can find and disarm them.

that poor hedge maze doesn't deserve that.]


So I figure... what the hell? The crap you get from the closets is just what it is- crap. Ain't got no finesse to it. If you want a real weapon, you gotta get it from an expert. Ergo a guy like me.

[he pauses to snip a few excess wires on the thing he's building.] Normally, I'd charge for this, but this stupid shithole don't got nothin' that resembles an economy, but I figure we can work somethin' out. Events get pretty hairy sometimes. I help you out, maybe you can help me out someday, and we'll call it square and we don't have to get all mushy about it.
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[There's a teenage boy staring at the camera for just a fraction too long before he starts to speak. Ed's a smart kid, and while he doesn't have any kind of phone remotely like this back home, he figured out how to use it pretty quickly. Still, he's done a lot more listening and watching and reading than actually communicating with other people through it. He wants to make sure he understands it fully before he uses it.

But he's ready now. Once he's satisfied that it's recording, he nods, then sits back.]


Hi. I'm Edward Elric. I'm an Alchemist. But from what I've heard, that doesn't mean anything to most of you. But even if you don't have alchemy, you do have science, right? What do the scientists of your worlds study?

[There, question posed successfully. He's mastered this fascinating device. He turns it off, and waits for people to reply.]
choosetruth: (there's change coming once and for all)
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If there's one thing I've learned about Wonderland in the weeks that I've been forced to start calling it home: it's that it lies to you.

But so do lots of people, right? Everyone has a reason to lie. Some people lie to hurt other people, but some people lie out of kindness. Some people try to protect you with comforting falsehoods. How do we know that Wonderland isn't lying for our own good?

I can't tell you that. I don't know Wonderland's motivations, if there even is any sort of guiding intelligence behind it and not just pure chance.

What I can tell you is this: it doesn't matter. Lying out of kindness is just as bad as lying out of cruelty. Possibly even worse. Comforting falsehoods might be nicer in the moment than cruel truths, but I'll take the truth every time. Is it better to spare a family by telling them their dying child might get better? Or to allow them to cherish the time they have left? Is it better to tell someone their writing is good? Or send them an honest critique that could let them actually improve until you could say so without it being a lie?

Is it better to lose the memories that have hurt you and spend a weekend in blissful ignorance? Or hold onto every iota of the pain that has built you and remember exactly why you fight? Lies won't take the time to heal you. Only the truth can do that.

Wonderland is the biggest lie I've ever seen. I cannot promise a way out of this gilded, wonderful cage. That would be a lie, even if it's one I'd like to believe. I can only promise that I'll do everything I can to find the truth all of those lies are working at concealing. I won't quit until I uncover all the secrets Wonderland is hiding.

Or until Wonderland gets tired of all the prodding and sends me home. Here's hoping, right?
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Hey. [A woman with a shaved head, covered toe to tip in tattoos squats into view of the camera. She's actually wearing a shirt today, graciously.] Read your brochure. Got some feedback. If your intended audience doesn't have a clue what a fucking microwave does, just give 'em up as a lost cause. That's just sad.

Models here are real vintage, though. The whole place is. I see what you're going for, and, I gotta say, I really hate it.

Tell me someone around here's not just lying back and taking it from Wonderland, [she says the name with appropriate disdain and mocking,] and there are actually people trying to break out. I don't think I can take another second of this place. "Hey! Free room and board as long as you stay forever and give up all your memories!" Right. Like I'm really gonna take that.

Jack out. [She does a little mock salute and switches off the feed.]

[If anyone notices any fallen, destroyed trees in a path through the forest, uh, guilty. A couple hours later, Jack can be found wandering around on the grounds trying to find where she destroyed the trees earlier. It's like she was never there at all.

Experimentally, she clenches her fist, which starts to glow blue, and she punches another hole into a tree. She's gonna check that again later.
]
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Well, ladies and gentlemen back home, it looks like through the Looking Glass is a real place. Yours truly has managed to land himself in Wonderland, of all places, and it turns out it's not nearly as fake as we all thought. I haven't really had the chance to explore yet, but trust me, I will, and I'll make sure to include all the details for your viewing pleasure. Not that any of you are reading this, of course. No wifi = no blogging, unless one of us manages to smuggle an archive of our blog entries out of here and back into our own reality.

Sounds wild, right? And you all thought that zombie horde Becks and Alaric and I fought was cool.

Guess what?

I bet I can get into way more trouble here.

...And to everyone in Wonderland who is reading this--hi. Shaun Mason from After the End Times. I know I'm not transmitting out, but if there's any chance I can show this to the folks back home, I'm gonna take it.

Hey--has anyone ever had a paintball fight in that hedge maze?
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[Amanda should be in shock. And she probably is. But she's running on autopilot, so to speak. She has the vague memory of what happened, or was going to happen, and she doesn't want to think on it. What she and Nick had been going to do if--

So, she's not. She's not thinking about feelings. She's going into scientist mode. Which means asking questions about everything except herself.

When she appears on the feed, the fingers of the hand not holding her device are notably curled in slightly and fidgeting a little, like she's not sure what to do with them. Which she's not. She looks a little dazed, but she's smiling nervously]


Ah. Hello...I'm... not really sure who I'm addressing, I'm sorry. [she laughs a little, biting her lip for just a moment before continuing] My name is Dr. Amanda Perry. I'm from Earth, which I'm going to hazard isn't where I am now. If anyone could tell me...[she hesitates; she should ask how she got here, but she's afraid she won't like the answer, given her last memory] where here is, exactly, I would appreciate it.

Also, if there's anyone from Destiny here--[another noticeable pause. Does she ask for Nick specifically? No. Not yet] I'm all right. I'm...me. Which you can see, obviously, but…[she cuts herself off, because this could get depressing fast if she goes into details about that]

Anyway, ah...I'll appreciate any information anyone can give me. Thank you.
wriggedywrecked: (grandpa needs his booze morty)
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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.]

video;

Aug. 29th, 2016 05:36 pm
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[ He's had his time to realize that this is wrong, that it's not where he should be. He's had his time to wonder how the hell he got here without his lion. He's had his time to panic. He's also had the time to read the pamphlet that was laying mysteriously next to him, along with a communication device.

By the time Shiro decides to broadcast a message, he knows the basics of Wonderland. And honestly, he's not as concerned about any of it as much as he is about his team, his friends, and where they all may have wound up after... the whole mess that happened. Even the pain in his side, the open wounds and the tear in his armour are near the last things on his mind. He doesn't matter right now. The others do.

When the video feed flicks on, he looks calm. His expression is carefully set but for the ever so slight hint of worry contained in his eyebrows. ]


This place looks so much like Earth... A well-kept garden, an actual house, so many other humans... I never thought I'd see anything like this again.

[ Almost makes him nostalgic, to a time that feels like so long ago but in reality is maybe only two years in the past.

No, get back on topic. Shiro shakes his head and focuses on the camera more intently. ]


I have an idea of where I am now. Some kind of other dimension, or something, right? Maybe I should find that weird, but it takes a lot more than this to really shock me these days. I'm not looking for information about "Wonderland". While I won't turn away anything people might have to offer, I have more important questions to ask here.

[ His expression is something almost stern--not unfriendly, per se, but... focused. Determined. ]

My team and I were split up just before I arrived here. It's unlikely, but maybe some of them ended up here like I have. If you've seen anyone with armour identical for mine except for the colour, please let me know. I need to make sure they're okay. And--uh. This might sound... odd, but has anyone seen a robot lion? It'd be bigger than this house, so I'm guessing not, but...

[ Trailing off, a flicker of an emotion that might be distress crosses his face, though it's gone in an instant. ]

Let me know. Thanks.
beatupgrass: (✘ you blowjobbing cocksuckers)
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[for normal Rocket, it's very rare to see him bothering with video, but for this world's Rocket, you rarely see her not doing video... not that there would be much of a physical difference. a fully clothed raccoon in a jumpsuit is still... a fully clothed raccoon in a jumpsuit to most people, but the reason for the video is abundantly clear by the fact that the voice that comes out of her is... well, Rocket's usual masculine voice.

half-world scientists weren't all that concerned about gender identity when it came to outfitting their cyborgs with functioning voiceboxes, meaning of course, she sounds like a guy. of course she does. and damned if it doesn't give her something ELSE to be pissed about.

either way, she's got a whole new reason to be pissy as she crosses her arms over her chest and glowers at the camera. at least her body language is pretty unmistakably female ]


Okay. So who wants to start takin' bets that Wonderland is gonna start announcin' shit and not followin' through just to see us all run around in circles tryin' to figure out what the new thing is.

I don't care what that pink jackass says. You can say anything's from your flarkin' planet if you wanna. That don't make it so.

[or maybe she just really feels like getting up gumball's ass about something, because they are friends. and by friends, i mean they hate each other.]

012 | Video

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

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

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

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

Or you've simply given up, and decided to ignore it. Can't say that would surprise me either, though it's a bit disappointing. Here I was hoping you'd all provide some sort of entertainment by accusing and turning on each other. But no, I suppose that's really just too much to ask, isn't it?
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[The feed starts off fuzzy for a moment, then clears to show a figure in a white and green uniform, though her helmet's off. Pidge smirks as it clears. Some people might be satisfied with the basic phone, but why settle when you can relay it into the holographically projected wrist computer that houses all your other cool toys?]

Hello. My name is Pidge. I'm… well, I'm a Paladin of Voltron, but from what I've come to understand through reading the archived posts in this network, that might not mean anything to anyone else. [At least that means the Galra Empire doesn't control this… planet? She isn't even sure if that's the right word.]

I've managed to obtain the answers to all my basic questions, and while I'm sure more will come up, for now I only have one pressing question.

[She throws her hand up, the one not transmitting the video, frustration creeping across her face.] Why are there no access panels anywhere? What's powering this mansion? I want to see how it works but I can't do that if it won't let me in!

[She exhales, clears her throat, and gives another nod.]

...that's it. Thanks.
zigazigah: (what you really really want)
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[It's probably a silly instinctive thought to have because the danger has obviously passed and she knows Giorno and Mista would never let anything happen to her, but Trish can't help but jump to the obvious conclusion that this has something to do with Stands. How the hell else is she supposed to explain this? She decides, in the end, to keep it as a possibility, but not as a definitive. She'll just have to see what answers she can get out of the people here.]

[So when the feed flicks on, it's a pink-haired girl who seems completely nonplussed by the whole situation. Perhaps even like she's got her nose up in the air a little as she sits there with folded arms.]


The name's Trish Una. I'm sure you guys are sick of answering questions, but you haven't answered my questions. We'll start with the basics: what does a girl have to know about this place to survive?

I'll leave that open to interpretation, but don't waste my time with asinine answers.
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[Damon is not happy, and definitely not drunk enough for this. At first, he assumed he'd been hallucinating, on some trip after drinking bad blood. However, he has been roaming Wonderland for hours on this bright and early morning, while everyone else was likely asleep. He’s poked his head in where it doesn’t belong, waiting for the hallucination to fade. Spoilers: it doesn’t. He finally studies the communication device, accepting that this is either one very long dream or he’s actually here. Somehow. He’s on the main floor, pressed up against the marble pillar, staring up at the ceiling. It takes minimal effort to skim through previous entries before he switches to video.]

Question #1, for the masses: How drunk do you have to be for this place to start making sense? Because I’m starting to think this poor, lonely bottle's not gonna cut it. [Damon looks to the bottle in his hand with a little sigh, tapping his fingers on its surface.] Looks like we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.

[He takes a long drink, swallows, and sends the camera a slow but absolutely charming smirk:]

Question #2: what’s the one thing you wish someone had told you on your first day in the merry old Land of Wonder, but failed to?

[Damon points a finger at the camera with the hand that's still partly wound around the bottle] And go. Best answers get a pony.
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But what I wanna know is, is, is why the fuck everyone else gets cool, albeit fucking cliched evil twins, but I'm, I'm just fucking stuck with this loser!

[The camera swings toward the nearest mirror, where another Rick can be seen. The Mirror Rick is smiling placidly to himself and is doodling smiley faces and hearts on his side of the glass.]

Look at him! Look at this pathetic excuse for a Rick! H-H-He's this sappy, sweet, goody-two--I mean he's worse than Doofus Rick, and that guy eats his own poo. That's how bad this guy is. He's an embarrassment to, t-to Ricks everywhere.

[Mirror Rick starts drawing what appears to be an adorable cartoon pony.]

Shameful. Positively shameful.
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Hey... so, I totally missed my one-year mark. Pretty sure that was right in the middle of the Infected shit storm-- that couldn't be related, could it? But, anyway, I'm hoping someone just forgot to come by and give me my special badge or whatever you get for this illustrious milestone? I forgive you for being late, since I completely forgot, and you can come by with that prize anytime. Unless it's just for the five-year guys, and if that's the case, then... booooo.

[ Ellie pulls a face, offering a helpful thumbs-down for the camera. ]

Anyway! "What I Learned on My Wonderland Vacation"... I'm way less likely to drown now! Thanks, Jo. [ ... ] Uh, I know way too much about a lot of your personal lives, which is... gross, sometimes. There are kids here, people. [ Some of you are just nasty. ] I figured out exactly how much molten chocolate cake I can down before I get sick. That's three, and I'd say they're all big accomplishments. ... Except that middle one.

[ There are a bunch of other things, too, but her attention is already wandering and she yawns to prove it. ]

Does anyone have a Mirror who isn't extremely creepy? Inquiring minds want to know.
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[ The feed snaps on, and the frame is on the crowded side. In the foreground Steve and Wanda are seated, arranged on a couch in one of the mansion’s tea rooms, while Natasha stands behind them, leaning against the wall near the door. Steve has his phone tilted so that all of three them are visible, Wanda’s arm linked with his.

Steve’s in civilian wear, his expression composed and collected. He isn’t here to give out orders or make any speeches, though. ]


So it looks like Wonderland sent all three of us home at once. Sorry about that. [ As if they had any control over it. ] But we’re back now and more or less in one piece. [ Which isn’t the full story at all, but that isn’t something that needs to be shared with all of Wonderland.

Natasha pushes away from the wall at this and moves closer into the frame of the video, leaning on the back of the couch over Steve’s shoulder, expression mild. ]
I don’t know if any others of us were sent home recently, but if so, letting us know would be greatly appreciated.

[ Her lips quirk briefly. ] Either way, I think some of us will need to be assembling for a SitRep soon regardless. But we wanted to let you know we were back to keep people from worrying.

[ Steve glances over his shoulder at Natasha, nods, and then returns to looking at his phone. ] Let us know if we’re needed anywhere.

[ With that, the feed cuts. ]


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Apr. 25th, 2016 08:40 am
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[The video opens with a pitched cackle. The man on screen wipes a tear away from his eye and shakes his head, sighing contentedly as he comes down from the fit.]

Ohhhhh-okay, okay. Okay. People of--is this, is this really what we're going with right now? Wonderland? What pretentious dickwad came up with that one? [There's another short bark of laughter then he clears his throat.] Wh-oookay. Ahhh, this is just--just beautiful! God, and here I thought things just couldn't get better.

[There's a pause in which he composes himself, runs a hand back through his hair, and fixes the video with a slightly less hysterical visage.]

So, right, I did the reading and the whole shtick. Oh no, where am I, I'm so confused and lost. Wah, wah, I don't like change. What am I gonna do with myself? Here, let me confide in the local ECHOnet, seeking solace from my equals. Yeah, that crap just ain't me, kiddos. So uh, I'm Jack. If any of you assholes knows me, pipe up, because I'm gonna need a basic rundown of the whole dealio as far as who's here. And I swear on my mother's grave--the devil condemn her soul in eternal torment--if I see or hear one CL4P-TP unit, I will set it on fire. I'm not even kidding right now. You have been warned. I don't need that crap here, too.

So yeah. Really, just uh, sayin' hi. Oh, and in case you didn't really catch it, I was making fun of the ostentatious name of the place. Yep. That about wraps up this video. Later, losers.
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[So the last time an event like this happened, Rick went out with two guns and just started blasting a bunch of evil lizards to smithereens. This time isn't too much different, only it's mushrooms instead of lizards, and Rick is a good deal more prepared. Gasmask, body armor, backpack with supplies, three visible guns and a shit-eating grin.]

Man, l-let me tell you something, when it comes to shrooms, it's gonna be me consuming them and having a great fucking time, not the other way around.

G-Got me a good base in the third floor tearoom. I mean it's not, yanno, th-the most badass room to have as a base during an apocalypse, but what the fuck ever, leave the aesthetics for the, the hipsters. It's got working pantries for now. Figure I'll patrol and kill as many of these fuckers as I want. Waiting this shit out's g-gonna get boring, trust me. Anyway, you need a place to crash, yeah. Th-Third floor t-UURURRRHHHGG-earoom. Anyone who's not a shitheel is welcome, just don't annoy me.

I got like, like, like sixty guns too, anyone want a gun? Haha fuck we play this right and this could actually be fun.

And hey, anyone seen Morty? Where is that little bastard? HEY MORTY!

it's like that one video game morty you ever heard of that one game? )
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[For those who can sense such things, there's suddenly a barely-contained hunger in the Mansion. For those with regular but heightened senses, it's a distinctly strong smell of blood. For those with neither of those things, it's just Kaneki, though he's a bit different than he used to be.

He stands frozen for a moment between two looooong shelves loaded with books of all ages and subjects and worlds of origin, as it all starts to come back to him. Arriving in Wonderland is as disorienting the second time as it was the first. As he starts to regain his mental balance, he feels in his pocket for the device he knows is there.

The Kaneki who appears on the network looks a bit older, a bit leaner. His hair is stark white now, but the familiar patch still covers his left eye. He still sounds a bit shy, still stutters occasionally, but anyone who has spoken with him much in the past will notice it's just...not the same. Kaneki has always been calculating, but now that's more apparent, an undercurrent to what is otherwise his normal tone and tempo.]


Ah...sorry to bother everyone. I've been here before, but I'm not sure how long it's been exactly--how long it's been here, I mean.

[He lets out a light sigh, glancing around at the book shelves around him.]

Regardless of that, it seems like not all that much has changed here. I'm sure there are a lot of people I haven't met, though, so I should introduce myself. [He looks back at the camera.] My name is Kaneki Ken--Kaneki is my family name, but it's fine to use either of them.

[He offers a smile that is a bit uncertain, and much more like the old Kaneki.]

Um...is the coffee shop still here? I've missed spending time in one....
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[ The video feed opens with a shot of a new bar menu displayed prominently above the bar with the drink specials of the month before panning out to show the bar itself.

A moment later, it turns around to feature Simon in the shot, the Brit grinning in his typical friendly manner. ]


Alright, so with all the new arrivals we've been getting recently combined with the rather emotionally-exhausting magic tricks we've gotten to experience over the past few days, I thought it was time to remind people - or let them know in the first place - that if you're looking for a little distraction or socialization, the bar's on the fifth floor. Myself and Jo and Cami are your bartenders and one of us is usually hanging around the place, but if not, you're welcome to help yourself.

And yeah, the theme of the month might be a little tongue-in-cheek. But. [ He shrugs here, looking mostly unconcerned about it, roguish smile still lingering. ] We're all a little mad here by now, right? Might as well enjoy what we can.

[ And with that, he cuts the feed for the time being. Simon will be hanging out at the bar for the afternoon, visiting with anyone who wanders in or carrying on conversations to people who reply over the devices instead. He's feeling sociable either way. ]

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