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[ It's been a long, long while since Steve transmitted a message through the network, and that's been no accident. His last announcement was when he came back from his last trip home, over a year ago. It hadn't felt right to take the lead in the same way after that, and others had jumped in to take his place as needed. Hadn't they? He'd thought as much, but others have told him that he's still needed as a leader. Maybe not as Cap, but as Steve.

It's a work in progress.

But here he is all the same, sending out his message toward the end of the second day. He's indoors; the room he's in not well-lit but his face is still visible. It's quiet out, the calm before the storm. ]


Michonne and I took a trip past the gates today, and... there's something coming. Or, well, a lot of somethings. A whole horde of zombies headed right for us. She's already given you guys the rundown, but I wanted to get the word out. We're gonna have to fight, or barricade ourselves away from danger. [ His expression hardens then, something steely and determined. ] Whatever you can do to keep yourself and your loved ones safe, do it.

[ A pause as he gathers his thoughts, and then he's back to it. ] I know death isn't permanent here, but this isn't a way that anyone wants to go. [ Is he speaking from experience?? Who knows, he doesn't elaborate. ] And I'll do whatever I can to help. In case you didn't know, I've got super strength, super speed, and I can take a hit. I'm not even sure if this infection will affect me because of the way my metabolism is. So if you need help getting out a scrape, let me know, all right? Or even if you just need help barricading a house. [ He's perfect for all that heavy lifting. ] I'm here to do whatever I can.

[ It's never enough, but he's still going to try. If he's learned anything this past year, it's that. ]

Oh, it's Steve, by the way. Steve Rogers. Stay safe, everyone.

[ With a firm nod, he ends the broadcast. For someone who's rusty on the speeches, it could have been worse, right? ]
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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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Jul. 13th, 2017 06:15 pm
divaricate: Hollow Art (✘ gotta get you under fire quick)
[personal profile] divaricate
[This isn't a particularly substantial post, but at least Wanda is putting herself out there on the network in a post that not just a response to others, after being absent from Wonderland for a week, only to have been gone to live a stressful year back home. She got back a few days ago.]

That was disorienting to come back to Wonderland after being sent home for a while.

[The words probably read more casual than she actually feels. But it's text, so she can get away with it. Fake it til you make it -- or something like that.]

Does anyone actually readjust to that or..?

[she has her doubts. at least in her case.]
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[Rick is on the beach, but he's not exactly dressed in beachware. He's just wearing his usual labcoat, and the only new addition seems to be the big, industrial-style earmuffs hanging around his neck. There's also some kind of metal structure behind him that looks exactly like a missile launchpad.]

Okay, so I-I'm only giving this warning once. Gonna be ordnance testing for th-the next two hours out on the beach, so d-don't come out here without at least some kinda ear protection. And don't f-f-freak out if you hear a lot of explosions. Cause there's gonna be explosions. I don't have to warn you dumbfucks. Th-This is a courtesy.

[Then, in full view of the camera, he takes a swig from his hip flask. Rick Sanchez is all about weapon safety.]

Rick out.

[And indeed, for the next two hours there's a lot of high-pitched whistling and thunderous explosions from the direction of the beach. Hope you weren't planning a beach party! Feel free to come try to stop him or yell or something.]
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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.

[Video]

Jun. 14th, 2017 12:10 am
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[personal profile] actualwizard
Three years. Three years is a really long time to be stuck in one place isn't it? I've been here for three years already.

I guess that makes me one of the veterans here huh?

I mean I know there are people here who've been longer, but. Well. Not many of us make it this far.

[ he's not really sure where he's going with this. He does have a point, he just isn't sure how he wants to ask what he wants to ask. He's rolling a ring around between his fingers as he talks, the camera may dip to catch him fidgeting with it. Those questions he knows no one but his mirror can answer and well, that's not happening. So he'll stick with things that other people can answer. ]

Has anyone else never gone home? I mean. Like when some people disappear for a week and come back after time has passed gone home, not for good.

It's been three years and I've never gotten to leave and come back. So anyone else whose been here close to this long or longer, have any of you never gone home?

[ He's almost afraid to think of what it means. He knows Jo had never left and that was because she had nothing to go back to. And well, everyone from home whose been here is either before him or Loki who had no idea what he was up to. Did it also mean he had no future to go back to?]

If anyone wants to come help me celebrate three years I'll be at the bar. [ By which he means the old bar, because he's got issues. ]

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Jun. 12th, 2017 07:57 pm
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[personal profile] sidecars
[ Well, it's another newbie, but he's sure calm about this whole thing. There's not a whole lot Bucky needs to process here. When you work to combat supernatural wackos, well, you have to expect waking up in wacko places. ]

Huh. I've gotta say, this is probably the gentlest kidnapping I've ever experienced. And there's even a theme, which is a new twist on an old problem. I like captives who think outside the box! I'm not complaining! You know, makes this all a little less tedious, am I right?

[ Through the Looking Glass of all things, too! That is mainly why Bucky isn't taking this too seriously. This seems more like a weird dream or an illusion—Something he's experienced before within the literal head space of a powerful mutant. ]

Guess that makes me the latest and greatest catch, huh? Name's James, by the way! And if any ladies would like to give me a full tour around the prison grounds, I'd be much obliged.

[video]

May. 24th, 2017 11:52 pm
divaricate: spammich @ dw (✘ from stable to stumble)
[personal profile] divaricate
[And here's Wanda, with another appearance on the network. She's sitting outside somewhere, and starts a video post.]

I have a random request for you, Wonderland. [A short pause.] Is anyone here really good at swimming? I am not the best, and I want to be better at it, so if anyone doesn't mind teaching me... let me know? Uh -- thanks.
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[The video is set on one Cisco Ramon, looking rather worse for wear. He's scrolled back, skimmed things he's missed-- saw George's article-- he knows everything is out on the table already, but... but it's not the same when it's from a different source. When it's not straight from the horse's mouth. And... he owes them at least that much. More. So much more, but at the very least, that.

Iris had offered to interview him, give him the voice he didn't get to have when he wasn't here, but he refused. Not because he didn't appreciate the idea, the gesture, he did. And maybe he should have let her do it, because maybe she could put it all in better words than he can, it is her job, after all. But it's the sense of responsibility that he carries for what transpired and spiraled out of control because of his own, misplaced and selfish actions that makes him turn the offer down. He wants to do it, own it and let the cards fall where they may because of it. And it will be bad. He expects that much. Expects the hatred and the vitriol, yelling and condemnation, questions and criticisms. Nothing about this is something he wants to do, to deal with, but he has to. He knows he has to, it's entirely unavoidable.

This position isn't a completely foreign or unfamiliar one, it's one he's been in before. After the particle accelerator explosion. Science'd too hard, it went sideways, people were hurt. It's a pattern at this point, and he's learned his lesson now. But it's all too little, too late, because people have been hurt. People have been killed. That blood is on his hands, and it will never really come clean.

There's a flutter in his stomach and it isn't the nervous kind, but the violent kind, paired with a tightness like a vice grip that burns in his chest. He doesn't even know what to say, where to start. He clears his throat and he can barely look at the camera to address the invisible audience.]


For those of you...who don't know me, my name is Cisco Ramon. The... [His gaze drops, but it's brief, just long enough to collect himself before he looks at the camera again. Despite it, though, his voice is shaky, unsteady, thick with emotion--mostly guilt.] Event, if you want to call it that, that we just had is the fault of no one but my own. Dr. Fitz...had his plans, but he didn't know my true intent. I sabotaged months of work and research for my own agenda. An...agenda that, ultimately, was never real, and only the work of fabrications from a mirror who manipulated me-- [He pauses and shakes his head, corrects the statement.] no, who...I blindly trusted for months on a lie. A lie that...was so clever, and matched up so perfectly to something I'd been doubting for awhile, that I had no ch-- no reason not to believe it, at the time.

[He stares down at his hands, hanging loosely between his knees, where he's leaning forward just a little. He feels sick. Things he'd seen--blood, there had been so much--when his captors chose to show him the results of what he'd done, forced him to watch from the mirrors the chaos that ensued because of his own, selfish actions, are all too close to the front of his mind, but he pushes it all down. He can deal with it later.

Again, he looks back at his audience.]
My mistakes, my...emotional-driven choices led to catastrophic disaster and....for whatever it's worth, I take responsibility for that. I...I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix it, I can't fix it, but-- I'll do whatever it takes t- to make this right. Somehow. [Belatedly, as an afterthought:] And I'm not...I'm not touching a project like this again.

[Again, for whatever it's worth. He knows it doesn't change anything, it doesn't validate any of his actions, but he can't change the past-- ha, the irony of that-- he can only move forward in whatever miniscule increments he can manage. People will be angry, and they have the right to be, he won't begrudge them that. They should be angry. He risked them. All of them, for one person. For a lie. Nothing any of them could say is worse than what he's already thought to himself, and no one here can hate him more than he hates himself.]

I- I'm sorry. [A tear rolls down his cheek and he ducks his head, leaning forward to cut the feed off and it goes black.]

[Note: I'M SORRY, I COULDN'T WAIT, SO IT'S LIKE TINY BIT FWD-DATED! I'm an impatient child, I'm sorry. Plz feel free to threadjack, shitpost, defend him, rage at him, go wild, guys!]
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I need maybe a person or two's help on something. But you HAVE to promise not tell my mom or aunt because it's a surprise.

I'm not really good at decorating, but basically, I need to know how to set up, like, a brunch? I looked up the types of food at brunch, and what to drink, but I'm not sure how to make it look special. Mother's Day is Sunday if my timing is right, so. Yeah.

Can someone help me get a space decorated by Saturday night?

Also, can someone teach me how to make French toast? I know I can just get it from the closet, but they deserve the effort. If it's terrible, then I'll go for backup.

Thanks in advance if you can help with anything.
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[personal profile] catchacold
We're already in some magical land that makes our dreams come true - mostly the bad ones - so let's think about the impossible some more.

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

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

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

Would you try to change anything?


[He has experience with trying and the resulting failure too.]
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Accidental Video
    [ The video opens up to a view of shaking scenery and rushing lights and color, as it the device recording it has just been dropped from a significant height. The movement ceases when the device lands on the floor, still recording with its camera pointed upwards.

    The foyer it shows is clearly familiar to everyone in Wonderland as the front of the mansion. What's not quite so familiar is the giant glowing UFO now hovering and weaving up near the ceiling. Green lights shoot out, scanning the surroundings, sweeping over every surface with an eerie glow.

    Even the fallen phone gets scanned, although once it is, the UFO goes suspiciously still overhead before swooping down towards it with a startling speed. There's a voice, one that sounds suspiciously like a young girl, that gives a quiet exclamation. ]


    Oops! Almost lost you. Hello there, my precious.

    [ ...And then a metallic-looking tentacle snakes out from the bottom of the UFO to press the button that cuts the feed off entirely.

    Just another day in Wonderland, right? There's totally nothing to see here, and certainly not a floating spaceship hovering in your entranceway. Carry on. ]

Audio
    [ Although a short while later, a number of phones across the mansion might receive an audio transmission as someone tries to figure out and manipulate the strange network in this place and how to filter it to where she needs it to go. Hopefully she finds the targets she's looking for, but other inhabitants might pick it up accidentally as well. ]

    Joker, Queen? Can you hear me? Mona, Panther, anyone, come in??
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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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[personal profile] punful
[Sans is at his hotdog stand like usual, apparently doing a crossword.]

hey, so this has been bugging me since that event with the pyramid. what's actually the point of suspenders? i mean. a lot of human clothing is kind of baffling to me. but suspenders just seem excessive.

[He fills in a word in his crossword.]

if you're worried about your pants falling down, you could just use a belt. or rope or such. or wear a skirt instead.

[Frankly, he has questions about every article of clothing he was forced to wear during that event, but he's holding back. Plus, talking about weird clothing means not having to talk about weird past lives.]

by the way, anyone ever get that giant diamond that was up at the apex? didja get to keep it?

[He pauses, frowning at his paper and tapping the pen against his teeth. Hell yeah, he uses pen on his crosswords, cause if he makes a mistake it's an excuse to just give up on it.]

these crosswords are all human oriented. what's a six-letter word for "iron deficiency"?
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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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[Sam knows this isn't a dream, he doesn't have the imagination for it. What he doesn't know is where the hell he is and if anybody from home is here, too. He should play it cool right? Yeah, he should play it cool.]

So, I'm lookin' for a guy, well three guys. One's always on my left.

[Nice. Kinda cryptic, too. He's not much of a spy, but it might be enough to make Nat proud.]

The second guy's real small and no fun at picnics. [Even better.] Third, uh, likes birds? Might've been a bird at some point, it's hard to tell.

[There's a pause. He's gotten off track.]

And there's a girl. Sweet, has an accent, could kick your ass if she thought about it long enough. If anyone has any idea what I'm talking about, cause I sure don't, hit me up.

[Here's to hoping they can crack that code.]

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Jan. 3rd, 2017 02:49 pm
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[personal profile] expatriates
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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[The feed comes to life and Leonard's sitting in his room, mostly illuminated by candle-light, which does soften the still visible bruises (as a result of this) on his face a little. He's playing with a lighter in one hand, turning it, palming it and flipping it open and shut, but never actually lighting it.

Mostly he looks at the camera, both eye by now able to open fully again.]


Time doesn't really seem to do much in the way of passing here, but things happen anyway. So, guess this is still a worthwhile question.

You got any resolutions?

[Which of course also begs the question whether he has any himself. He looks as if he wants to keep talking at first, but his mouth stays shut and he looks off past the camera, the flame of a candle reflected in his eyes. Finally he cuts off the video.]


[ooc: This post can be used as a jump-off for New Years and other talk among other people too, so feel free to threadjack! ALL THE THREADJACKING, always encouraged.]

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Dec. 12th, 2016 06:45 pm
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[personal profile] cryogene
[The video clicks on and off a few times until Elsa's face is finally visible. Even though it's night, it's easy to make out that she's outside and in the gardens. The area has been blasted with ice, and Elsa looks like she's about to panic. She's been here for hours now and can't find her sister. Going through one portal into another world without her sister has set her off, and her recently practiced control has slipped. She's furious to be kept away from Anna once again, and the thick ice blanketing the fountain, ground, and flowers shows that.]

I've had experience with magical talking devices like this before. There isn't an Emma button on this one, but I know someone will be able to hear me.

[Her emotion builds and the ice spreads out further, crackling beneath her feet.]

I'm looking for my sister. Anna, where is she? She should have stepped through the portal here moments after I did. I've been here for hours and haven't seen her. We were just reunited after thirty years apart, and I can't lose her again.

[She knows enough now to not freeze over the mansion and threaten everyone inside, but she will need some answers before she can control her emotions and call the ice away.]

[ooc: This is open to network responses and action!]

Video

Dec. 11th, 2016 03:35 pm
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[ If anyone has been on the grounds for the past few weeks they would have noticed the shooting range has been under construction. Clint had gotten tired of it looking like the next arrow he shot was going to knock then entire facility down- plus any reason to keep busy and not think about one best friend assassin that had disappeared was good enough for him. Robyn and Nathaniel had stopped by to lend a hand but Clint was down there almost non-stop getting it ready.

And he was pretty proud of how it turned out.

It was reason enough for him to open up a video feed, panning over the range before he propped the phone up on the table he was sitting at so people could see his face.
]

What's up Wonderland? I'm sitting here in the new and improved shooting range. The last one looked like a strong wind was going to knock it down so I made some adjustments, some improvements and its now open for all you shooting needs.

[ He panned the camera over to a clipboard that was tacked up to the wall. ]

I've also added a sign up sheet for anyone who is interested in teaching and anyone interested in learning. Normal rules apply, don't do anything stupid, you're responsible for your own actions here. And please if you have never used a bow or a firearm sign up and learn before you shoot your eye out, or someone else's.

[ He gives the camera a stern look. He's watching you all.]

I'll be down here for a while if anyone wants to start now.

[ With that the video cuts out and Clint goes back to target practice. ]



[ OOC: Please note I added instructor signups to the shooting range post I linked. I figured it was a good place for people to be able to look and see who is teaching in case they wanna contact the player. ]

[001] text

Dec. 6th, 2016 07:25 pm
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[personal profile] watchmaker
[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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[personal profile] signalized
audio

[Being kidnapped isn't comforting for anyone, let alone someone as deeply paranoid as Bruce. He thinks of a rogue from Gotham that kidnaps young blondes and call them Alice. They're all mad in Gotham.

He wonders if they're all mad here too.

But he also knows how to mask that paranoia and rely on his public persona as he speaks over the network, choosing to keep to an audio post for now.
]

My name is Bruce Wayne and while it is unlikely that my name has the weight here that it would have had at home but I figured I would put myself out there all the same. I'm sure you get tired of the same questions over and over again from new arrivals so I'll keep it to just this one.

What's the one thing you wish you had known about this place when you arrived? Advice or information that would have made the transition into Wonderland a little bit smoother, assuming such a transition is even possible, of course.

It goes without saying that you're free to leave more than one thing if you feel so inclined, I'm not going to turn away more information.

Thank you.

[And that's it, that's the post.]

Action

[After exhausting himself looking through the library he's managed to find the bar and order himself a drink to try to take to relax himself. Bruce doesn't remember the last time he felt this on edge -- which is saying something for him because he is always on edge in one way or another. This place seems mostly peaceful so far but it has to be some sort of deception. He was taken from his home, after all. And Gotham may not be the best of places but it is home and he'd like to get back to it. But he knows it won't be that easy, no one would bring that many people here without some sort of ulterior motives in play. They want something from all of them, the only question is what.

He throws back his first drink in one go. He can't imagine the catch is anything good but he has a feeling he'll know sooner or later. After all, there's always a catch. Some might call him cynical for jumping to conclusions like this so quickly but he likes to think he's being realistic. While Clark's death may have restored some well needed optimism to Bruce that doesn't mean he's blind to how cruel and ugly the world can be. He just knows now he has to try to be better than that himself.

What that means for him here, however, remains to be seen.
]

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Dec. 6th, 2016 01:50 pm
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[Daisy played with the settings on the communication device she had found until she got one meant for streaming a video. Putting the device at arms length, Daisy tapped ‘video’ and it began to record her live.]

Right, so. This is a lot to take in, apparently this happens a lot around here? People getting sucked into Wonderland? Is it seriously called that? I haven’t seen Alice or the Mad Hatter around here, so I’m having a hard time believing in…

[She’s sure that someone is watching her right now and making a face.]

Okay, that was a lame joke. But this is just some weird, fucked up dream. Right?

[Daisy knows she rambles, she’s good at it. Especially when she’s overwhelmed.]

I’m still waiting to wake up from this, but, for the hell of it…

I’m Sarah.

[What? She doesn't know that here she isn't a wanted woman.]

If anyone is listening to this, I’d really appreciate knowing what the hell just happened to me. I was walking out of a room and the next thing I know I’m falling into a fountain.
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[Wanda has gotten through her first few days in Wonderland quietly and has kept to herself; she's been here since the 21st, and now it's the 25th. Meaning: It's time to make a more public appearance now that she's determined that there's no way out of here any time soon -- or if there is, it's neither an obvious nor easy feat.

The video opens focused on the face of a 26 year old, long dark hair, green eyes, and a heavy Sokovian accent when she speaks -- East European generally, but could also be mistaken for one that is vaguely Serbian, for those more familiar with that one as opposed to the Sokoivan accent.]


I have been here only a few days, but now that I have learned as much as I think I can on my own ... hi. [Well, it's a start of an introduction.] My name is Wanda Maximoff.

[A soft sigh, followed by a pause that lasts a half second.] I can start with something simple: What is the weirdest thing you have gotten out of these closets? [Because yes, she's already figured out that trick here over the past few days.

She holds up a green pen with a decorative ball of fluff or something on it that kind of makes it look like a duster instead; basically one of those shitty novelty pens from the 1990s.]
It gave me this. [That's her weirdest closet artifact so far.]
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[ It's been literally one entire day since Sam has found himself in this joke of a story. One, uno, un. However many different ways there are to say it is one too many, and that's exactly how he feels after twenty-four hours of getting turned around and trying to figure out what's what and who's who. Grunt work isn't really fun work, but it's something to do now that the rest of the world he knows has been put on hold. He's not much of a vlogger, but he sure as hell can chat it up. ]

So I guess we should get this all out in the open now. Save the small talk for later. [ Hey, what's up. ] Name's Sam Wilson. Just dropped in yesterday, so I'm still working on my land legs, but if anyone's got some info they wanna send my way-- I'm all ears. Eyes too. Willing to meet up if that's a thing people do around here. Say the word, and I'll be there.

[ Oh, right, and— ] A few more things I don't think they covered in the handout I never got, too. What's the deal with the closets and the weirdos hanging out around front? Are people actually buying what they're selling? 'Cause there's a word for that back home. [ A beat. ] And if it's really the Fourth, there's a guy I owe a few hundred birthday noogies to. Pass on the message if you see him. [ He laughs. This is so crazy. ] By the way, anyone lose their head yet, or is that just a way of pulling one over on us?

[ Nice to meet you, Wonderland. Wilson, over and out. ]
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[The recording comes to life and at first there’s a pair of steel blue eyes, just a bit too close to comfort. Leonard pulls the device back quickly, adjusting it to an appropriate distance. The eyes are still blue, but now the rest of his face is visible, as is part of his torso, all dressed in black. He leans back against a wall, one hand loosely around his own arm while the other is obviously holding the device.]

I can roll with this. Afterlife, limbo, apparently Wonderland. Whatever. Down the rabbit hole. I’ve read the book; I might have even had some of the shrooms.

[Just for a moment he looks up, eyes narrowing at something beyond the screen and then he just dismisses it with a shake of his head, focusing on the recording again.]

What I’d like to know is whether anyone knows about time. Not looking to be taught how to read the clock here. I’m interested in the time stream. Timelines. Anyone happen to have a clue about that?

[That out of the way his hand lets go of his arm, the only visible sign of him relaxing.]

Also, more importantly, I know all about tea parties, but does Wonderland have iced tea?
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[ ooc: Darcy is blue, Fitz is red, and Jane is purple. ]


[ Darcy hadn’t really been spending a lot of time in either of the labs after this whole mess, not wanting to be around someone who was so good at getting under her skin it should’ve been an art form. But, even with everything that happened, she couldn’t stay away forever. Besides, she was helping Jane with the aether research while everyone else handed other Wonderland related things. You can’t just magnetize glitter and then ditch someone. Of course, maybe she wouldn’t have been saying that if she’d known what was going to happen.

Which is what brings her to addressing the network with a slight look of panic, even if she’s trying to maintain her cool. For those in the know, she’s not fighting with Fitz right now, so… Progress? ]


Houston, we have a problem. Slight complication in the lab, may turn into a much bigger issue depending on how this goes. [ Despite her best attempts to play nice, it’s hard to not shoot Fitz a dirty look and let her tone take a turn to the salty side. And though her sass levels are reaching critical mass, the offscreen brogue that replies doesn’t rise to the prodding. He’s softspoken and quick instead, because there is literally no time for this. ]

The area of effect seems to be a column in shape. Rooms along the fifty-two block might want to strongly consider evacuation.

Darcy, do you have a hairpin?


Yeah, for once. And just for a little clarification on that, we’re on the fourth floor. So if you’re around this area either below or above, it might not be a bad idea to listen to him. [ Considering she normally wore her hair down, it was rare for her to have much of anything on her. But, a few things had changed over the past weeks - including her wearing her glasses more often than contacts and her hair pulled back. She removes the one that had been keeping some of the shorter strands out of her face, quickly handing it over before returning her attention to the small device in her other hand. Guess who’s really trying to not draw attention to the fact that they’d agreed on something and she actually said the words listen to him. ] Something happened that set the aether off. We’re trying to keep it from damaging anything other than the lab, but it kind of has a mind of its own. [ She gives look offscreen to check to see if she actually has time to explain or if she needs to just ask people to trust her on this one with a promise for answers if they survive it. ] It turns things into dark matter. There was a convergence back home that opened up weird portals and then Dark Elves tried to plunge the universe into darkness using it and -- It’s bad news bears. [ Less ramble, more to the point. She can do this. ]

While you talk to the rest of them, could you apply pressure to this piece? I’m running out of ways to complete this circuit.

[ For much of the remaining feed, Darcy’s face is lit with a tint that alternates between blue and red. It might be best not to ask. It tends to be a good rule of thumb that if Darcy’s not questioning something, it’s either because she trusts the other person or the situation is just starting to head in that bad of a direction that there’s no time. ] Yeah, I -- [ She complies with the request before looking back to check on Jane, not expecting an interruption. ]

Darcy. [ Jane's seated, weary as evidenced by her slouch. The camera pans slightly to show her as Darcy’s full attention is turned with her name. Jane’s eyes shine unnaturally as she looks up, the still flashing red and blue lights not helping at all. ] It's happening again-- get down!

[ The camera still has Jane somewhat in view, Darcy no longer paying attention to keeping it on any one point. Red tint envelops the feed, the atmosphere around the trio cloying with the unnatural hue of the aether spreading its influence against Wonderland's magic and rippling outward through the mansion. Darcy doesn’t hesitate to grab Fitz and hit the ground, hoping whatever he’d been working on helps in keeping this from destroying a solid chunk of the mansion. Objects seem to turn at random to dark matter. The stool beneath Jane seems to dissipate into nothing, as do various pieces of equipment and assorted belongings around them. Sensors and alarms ring out through the lab, electronic panic ineffectual against the power of the infinity stone at work. And that’s when the feed cuts, suddenly and almost violently. ]


[ ooc: For those who are canon blind, here’s a handy dandy link about the aether. If you’d like your character/your character’s objects or room to be hit by a bad bout of dark matter, feel free. It’s totally up to you on how much or how little or maybe even not at all. This will be affecting floors 3, 4, and 5 for dark matter shenanigans per mod approval. Action is welcome to come to the lab afterwards. Please specify if you want a particular char response, otherwise one or all will respond. ]
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[ It's like 9pm on a Friday and to say Chuck is 'drunk' is a vast understatement.

But Aussie's are built tough, so when he comes on the network, he's not even slurring. ]


Right, 's been a while, kids. We're gonna play a game. Ever hear of word association? I say a word, you say the first thing that comes to mind in association with that word.

I'll start.

Blood.

(( ooc; chuck's drunk and bored. come at him with words, feel free to threadjack if other players are okay with it, or just bounce back and forth with Chuck. ))
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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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Action option for Natasha )

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[ Video ]
    [ Natasha shows up on the Network early in the day. Her hair is already tousled and she's looking a little out of breath, but she's currently holed up somewhere quiet to try and get in touch with the others - or anyone else who is out there at the moment, because so far everything's been alarmingly quiet other than the monsters roaming the mansion and the occasional scuffle she's come across and lent a hand in. Or just instigated herself, when the odds looked favorable. ]

    Alright, safe spots are all well and good, but these things have to be coming from somewhere and there seems to be more of them by the minute. Anyone have any brilliant ideas on how we might slow down their numbers or maybe keep them stuck to certain floors?

    Also, any Avengers out there? I could really use a bit of backup. I might have gotten a little bit more attention than I wanted to. [ Oops? ]

[ Action ]
    [ Natasha's not content to remain stationary for any length of time. For the duration of the event she keeps moving, constantly switching between defensive and offensive maneuvers. She finds and coordinates with teammates and friends and, hell, even strangers whenever she comes across them, falling seamlessly in and out of battle and carving her way through what monsters she can with a cold, determined precision.

    She doesn't have a gas mask, persay, but there is a filter that looks like it was made specifically to match her tac suit often fixed over her mouth and nose, designed to protect from harmful gases, so she figures this will serve the same purpose. She a pair of pistols and a large supply of ammo on her, as well as her stingers and an alarming amount of knives tucked away on her person - including one the size of a small machete that she doesn't hesitate to use when there's a need.

    Should anyone find themselves in trouble, she's quick to lend aid, or fall in at their backs to join in the fray until the threat is taken care of. Feel free to encounter her anywhere during the span of the event. ]

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