burntvideocassette: (camera in mirror)
[personal profile] burntvideocassette
[The camera's pointed at Jay's shoes. Wherever he is, it's carpeted, and it's at least somewhat well-lit. When he finally speaks, it's at a whisper and oddly flat.]

If anyone was thinking about using the last house on...Lakeview Drive for shelter...

[A gas can swings into view, and a narrow stream of gasoline leaks from the spout onto the carpet. The camera tilts for a second, revealing a well-furnished suburban bedroom with lazy gasoline loops painted across both the floor and the bed.]

...Don't.

[Jay starts down the stairs, trailing fuel behind him.]

Don't get anywhere near this place. If you're looking for me, [He tries and fails to suppress a cough. The fumes must be getting to him.] I won't be around either.

[He's in the living room now. Jay pans the camera across the room--couches, coffee table, TV, stereo--before dribbling the last of the gasoline across the floor and up to an open window. He tosses the can aside.]

Last warning.

[Jay reaches up to the inactive stereo, twisting the volume dial as low as it can go. Hand visibly trembling, he switches it on. Nothing. Good. He switches the input to "radio". His breathing is audible now, high and ragged.

He twists the volume knob, and the speakers come to life with the deafening roar of...well, you win some, you lose some.

Jay bolts from the house, leaving the front door hanging open.

There's chaos for a moment, leaves hit the camera lens, and then Jay's looking down from a reasonably sized oak tree. A corpse shambles into view, heading straight for the house. Jay cuts the feed.]


[OOC: Jay has just attempted to create walker-bait out of the last house at the end of a dead-end street. Very loud, very flammable walker-bait. He's stolen Tim's lighter, and he's planning to shut the front door and light the place up through the window once enough bodies find their way inside.

Feel free to use this post to yell at him/cheer him on/try to stop him/try to help him.]
mydude: (Let your body go with the flow)
[personal profile] mydude
[For someone with long ears and what is clearly a giant wizard hat, this guy's apparently gotten a handle on his device rather quickly. He stares with severe disdain into the camera for a long moment before finally speaking:]

So? I'm waiting. Where are you two? I figure this is some, what. Weird extension of the challenge? Am I supposed to find that fakey-fake bachelor and take him on a date or something? Because this is not even close to the venue I'd pick.

[Actually, this place is kind of swanky in a way Taako appreciates, but he's not about to say that to these chucklefucks.

Ah, shit. Wait. He's gotta stay positive. Time for a big ol' smile.]


I mean. I'm only asking because I bet this would better fit one of the other boys? Where did they end up, by the way? We did sort of sign up for this whole deal as a threesome, after all. I bet we can make that work with this dating thing, probably. Sounds kinky, am I right?

[He waits another long moment, his smile growing more strained. When he doesn't get the response he expects, he just speaks through gritted teeth:]

I...guess I'll just wait for some lovestruck maniac to attack me or something, then! Sounds. Just great. Baller.

[And the broadcast ends.]
postictal: (transformation | masked)
[personal profile] postictal
[He should have known it was coming. He should have known it, when his Mirror took something of his, knowing full well what would generate. What it would do. He combs through the mansion in a frenzy, too late. The closets aren't giving him what he needs, and his focus is too fraying, too suspect to its own paranoid dips and peaks, to keep trying and risking and venturing until the correct result is administered.

He knows what's coming, and he knows there's no - no escaping what comes next, the locking up of his limbs, the arching of his back, the spasmodic jerking of every muscle, the burning in his chest and throat.

There's no one here to stop it. There's nothing he can -




A very strange video appears to the network, and its uploader is anonymous. All in all, it's about twenty seconds long, but what it sacrifices for brevity it makes up for in sheer surrealism. There plays, first, a high, piercing tone, followed by a recording of a man long gone.

The video itself entails little more than simple white text over black, torn through as the whole thing appears to be with horizontal bars of static.]


YOU TOOK IT
I SAW

BURNING


[An image flares in a brief sputter of black and scarlet, and is gone again.]

/////////////////////////
////ecps lgyckr qmutb////
///////sm ymu fkmw///////
///////wbht ymu scs///////
/////////////////////////

----ibaifjhta----


[And then - nothing.]

[[ooc: Tim will be in his "masked" state for the duration of the next two days, which you can read more about here. Anyone who wishes to decrypt that message may receive a reply, though you're welcome to threadjark in order to icly collaborate.

Those wishing to encounter Tim's masked persona will encounter them in the forest or Checkerboard Hills. Be warned that they are hostile and will attack on sight; though slightly stronger and more durable than your average human, they are not a highly skilled combatant, and will try to escape an encounter once they realize they're losing.]]
didntknowbest: (I will guide you through the Ruins)
[personal profile] didntknowbest
Greetings! This is Toriel.

So, I have been keeping an eye on the calendar, and I believe that Frisk's birthday is later this month! The date is, ah... rather vivid, in my memory.

As I am sure anyone that was there will remember, I. Somewhat put a damper on their party, last time. It has been something which I regretted deeply, and so I was thinking that perhaps we could throw them another party? One that will not have any unfortunate interruptions.

This may be a bit early for this, really, but I wish to be certain that everyone is given ample time to prepare, and come up with ideas!

What do you think?
normandysbest: (« [Proud] you did good kid)
[personal profile] normandysbest
[The camera opens on Shepard standing against a display wall, with a bunch of chatter going on behind her. There's some text displayed, but it's too big to be seen through the limited scope of the video. She smiles, and mock salutes with two fingers.]

Gotta say, out of all the things Wonderland could've drawn from for me, this is probably the best end of the deal. So hey everybody, welcome to the Citadel. Yes, you're in space. No, you don't need a suit unless you wanna go outside, and I wouldn't recommend it.

[She swaps the video feed for a few moments to outside her surroundings, showing a crowded view of the Silversun Strip, and then back to her face.]

The Citadel's the hub of galactic government in my universe. Lots to do, lots to see. You've probably all got omni-tools, but they're pretty basic to learn. In general, try to stay away from any places that look seedy, and if it's illegal where you come from, it's probably illegal here. Otherwise, go wild. If you need directions, the holographic terminals are VI information guides. Ask 'em whatever. Or, y'know, you've got the extranet in the palm of your hands, so you can just search it yourself.

[She looks like she's gonna stop, and then grins a little bit wider.]

Oh, and one more thing...

[She steps away from the wall to show she's standing in front of a display sign. A very particular display sign.]

I re-maxed my high score at the Armax combat arena. I'll buy anyone who can beat me without cheating a free meal. Good luck.

[She winks, and cuts the feed.]
duckies: (abimee)
[personal profile] duckies
Do you have friends from home here?

( sucre has two. one is her closest friend, and the other she knows well - though not well enough that she would call them best friends. it's been strange, being in another world but still having people here that she already knows, but it isn't an unwelcome comfort. what she doesn't like is the danger they have been put in. already things have happened to zacharie, he's died despite promising not to (and as much as she realises it can't be helped, she's still filled with grief) and the events have put them in even more danger.

wonderland is another chance at being reunited after her death in their home world, but it's also worse - here, they can die, and it's discomforting. )


I have two. It's nice, but it's scary :-(

How do you feel, if you do? If you don't, do you wish your friends were here?
normandysbest: (« [Hairflip] maybe she's born with it)
[personal profile] normandysbest
[The camera comes on to Shepard actually using her original network device for once, having it propped up on her desk with her rather futuristic room in full display. Behind her, her armor stands in a display case, and the room is primarily lit by a dim bedside light and the glow of her fishtank.]

Alright. So in the last couple of months, I've gotten a bunch of people trying to pick my brain about my world. I've been here about a year, and it's pretty safe to say most people around here are from the 21st century. Thing is, back home, it's 2187.

[She looks pretty smug about all this, honestly, and she kicks back, moving her left arm into view and kicking her omni-tool to life, the orange light coming from it further illuminating her face.]

I grew up on a human colony on the opposite side of the Milky Way from Earth. I've been in humanity's military for more than 10 years and I've been to most star systems in this galaxy at least once. Consider this an AMA for living in space. No question too stupid. I'll only veto stuff if I don't know the answer, or it's too personal.

[She gives the camera a mock salute and a smile.]

Ask away, Wonderland. Be as starstruck as you want.

[And with that, she cuts the feed.]

video

Mar. 17th, 2017 10:10 am
fulllifeconsequences: (* Nothing useful.)
[personal profile] fulllifeconsequences
[They're outside the mansion. Judging from the background noise of rushing water, they've propped their camera up on the fountain. The feed is otherwise silent as they fiddle with components - PVC piping, a can of hairspray, PVC glue, all the usual expected components that scream "misguided attempt at a backyard potato gun." Because that's what they're making. A misguided attempt at a backyard potato gun.]

Amazing, the things the closets will just let you have. Few people seem to consider what being a child in Wonderland means. Bedtime is never, there's no such thing as education, and you can eat nothing but Twinkies and Cap'n Crunch if you want to. I kill the time by working in a diner, and nobody breathes a word about child labour.

Guess it's pretty lucky we never have to worry about growing up, because we're probably learning some pretty messed up things. People like me aren't supposed to have limitless freedom. It's bad for us. We abuse it.

Oh well.

What do you think would happen if I fired a grenade out of this thing?

Video

Mar. 10th, 2017 05:34 pm
didntknowbest: (I will guide you through the Ruins)
[personal profile] didntknowbest
Hey!! Um, greetings! This is Toriel.

So... i'm a kid again! I am, in fact, a child once more.

It is really mixing me up. I do not think that I like this very much. Especially with what happened last time this place turned me into a kid... just some. Bad memories.

I think that I'm gonna have bad memories about this place, too... It's all just... it's creepy. All it needs is some creepy music and it'd be just like some scary movie I watched once, before deciding I did not really care for scary movies.

...Anyway, I was just, um...

[Scared, and really looking for someone to talk to so that she can feel a little less scared and alone. But she's supposed to be a mature adult, not a scared little girl, no matter how much she looks and feels like one right now.

She really should've planned out something to say better before doing this.]


I just!! Am curious how everyone's doing. And where you are. That's all!
wriggedywrecked: by <user name="bureiku"> (i've got opinions about horses and you)
[personal profile] wriggedywrecked
[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.]
determinedest: (* We can go and see the real stars now.)
[personal profile] determinedest
[This kid's been busy, it turns out. Very busy. It's Valentine's Day, as most everyone is in all likelihood well aware, and for the first few moments of the broadcast, they appear to be quite busy with something, tongue stuck between their teeth, brow furrowed with concentration.

Eventually they glance up, however, and hold up a simple heart cut out of red construction paper. They appear to have been in the process of drawing myriad swirls along the edges. They were going for something reminiscent of a lace pattern, but results are...inconclusive.]


If anyone needs valentines, I made... [A brief pause, and they duck out of sight, only to return with an armful of hearts of every color in the rainbow.] I, um, I have a lot extra.

[But that's just the first purpose of their broadcast. The second is something they've been hard at work on for some time. A combination of careful observation, idle speculation, and wheedling questions has yielded some interesting results, and it's about time those were documented.]

And there's something else, too.

[For a brief moment, they form a fingergun with their free hand, one maroon eye winking shut in a gesture that was, in all likelihood, meant to emerge as flirtatious but simply ends up comically overexaggerated. And then...then they upload the file.]


OFFICIAL WONDERLAND COUPLES

TORIEL + MISS SHEPARD = MOM SQUAD
JAMES + LILY = HAPPILY MARRIED
ALPHYS + UNDYNE = FISHY LOVE
METTATON + CARDBOARD CUTOUT OF HIMSELF = LOVE YOURSELF
QUEEN OF HEARTS + FINDING SOME CHILL = FROZEN HEART
DUCHESS + HER HEAD = BUSY NECKING
ALPHYS + STANFORD PINES = CHEMISTRY TOGETHER
HENRY MILLS + MABEL PINES = FAIRY TALES DO COME TRUE
SANS + A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP = SWEET DREAMING
KURT WELLER + JANE DOE = FORGOTTEN LOVE
FRISK + EVERYONE = THE FRIEND ZONE
ELENA GILBERT + DAMON SALVATORE = EPIC LOVE STORY
QUEEN OF HEARTS + THE DUCHESS = FEEL THE TENSION
BONNIE BENNETT + PETER PARKER = YOLKING AROUND
DIPPER PINES + CLEMENTINE = UNDEAD MYSTERIES
SARAH WELLER + RAY PALMER = SWEET SCIENCE

[And yes, they will very much be monitoring any and all chatter that goes on within, so they may update their couples list accordingly. Go hog wild, Wonderland.]

Entry #89

Feb. 4th, 2017 11:57 am
postictal: (clawing at the walls)
[personal profile] postictal
[The world is dark, and it's quiet. Suffocation's an unpleasant way to go, and everyone knows it. The heat and the pressure crawls up into the back of your throat and your eyes feel like they'll burst, your .hea'ds poudning., your breath high and tight and ragged in your lungs that scream for deeper breaths, for air, and that's when everything else begins to pulse in an unfurling of phosphenes and scalding colors across the backs of your eyelids.

You get dizzy. The panic, assuming it hasn't set in by then, claws its way up your esophagus as your jaw parts, throat straining to take in air that doesn't exist with a high-pitched, dragging wheeze.

Unfortunately for Tim, it seems the panic settled in early; cloying and unbearable and tearing away at what little composure he still had. He'd switched on his device at some point, though his oxygen-starved brain can't possibly latch onto what that reasoning might have been, not now. Possibly a cry for help, hastily stifled. Have you seen this video before? It's possible that you have. It's possible that it's gone up already, only for the hitching slide of time to roll things back. Déjà vu. It's a hell of a thing.

When you've begun to suffocate, perception of reality - already muddled to a gross fault and exceptionally poor to begin with, for one unfortunate Mr. Wright - tends to be one of the first things to go.

The subject of the video is pressed somewhere in the corner of the room, practically wedged there, curled around himself with his hands sunk into the fabric of his shirt. Words stream from him in a perpetual rise and fall, a breathless litany, high and sharp with a cresting panic:]


Not coming for me and if it does I'm dying anyway. 'S not coming for me and if it does I'm dying anyway, it's not coming for me and if it does I'm dying anyway it's not coming for me and if it does I'm dying anyway -

[His voice breaks. He buries his face in his hands.

He's seeing something in the corner of his eye that's not there, regressed to the state he always regresses to when that thing creeps into his memory, nothing more than a scared and trembling little boy huddled in a windowless hospital room, and it's keeping him pinned until his air runs out. And that's looking to be - soon.

Very soon.]
aboutzero: <user name=famira> (48)
[personal profile] aboutzero
[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.]
smolmedium: (04)
[personal profile] smolmedium
Um, I think I need some help. [ He pauses for a moment and there is an anxious edge to his voice. ] The adult kind.

I, um, I found someone. I think... I think their name is-

[ He stumbles a moment. Not is. Not the present tense. ]

It was Chara. They... they look really bad.

[ And then he lowers his voice a little. ]

There's a lot of blood and... th-they're dead.
determinedest: (* All you can do is FIGHT.)
[personal profile] determinedest
[The feed, when it clicks on, does not have highly auspicious beginnings. The lens is tilted skyward, granting everyone a lovely shot of the iron-gray sky. It's been raining. You can almost smell the peppery sting of petrichor, the clinging of the after-dew to blades of grass.

With the soft tick of someone's fingers fumbling over the microphone, the camera tips down until the visual is of a grassy field just outside the gardens. It's a spot Frisk commonly frequents, even as the weather grows colder.

Speaking of Frisk, they take their time adjusting the picture before they eventually enter the frame. They've got their overlarge jacket on and the cap of white wool perched on their head, and a familiar object in their hands. They settle down with their back to the camera, the slender tip of their ukulele peeking out by their shoulder, as they begin to play the instrument with slow, deliberate strums from their bandaged fingers.

Maybe you've heard the tune before.

When the impromptu performance is finished, Frisk turns their face to the camera. Their expression is as contained as always, but not, as it has been for a disproportionately long time, wholly devoid of emotion. Their eyes, when they flick them up to at last to regard the lens directly, are a dark and rusted red, perhaps a few shades darker than Chara's. They can't maintain the proverbial eye contact for long, and their eyes shutter to half-mast again.]


I've been acting kind of weird lately.

[Kind of weird. Between the way they tore through the world, mined all the numbers from the workings of the g̵̜͍ͦ̎̚͘á͉̄̇̂͠ͅm͏̨̨̬̖̋̚e̶̛̪ͤ᷅͂͝ they Played, the way they couldn't feel anything - Chara gone, and now the absence aches like a scab torn newly open, a limb newly cracked in two.

They've probably already...

Yes. Probably. If they found out, that is. Leonard needs to know it wasn't his fault. A lot of people need to know it wasn't their fault. Chara. Sans. Alphys. Ford. Mabel. Dipper. Stanley. Zacharie.

Mettaton.]


Sorry.

[A blanket apology, not nearly sufficient, and then a pause. It's not clear to where their gaze redirects itself, or if it does at all; their stare is flat, and difficult to perceive.]

...I'm better now.

[One corner of their mouth lifts in a smile, a reassuringly organic expression.

Then the video ends.]
punful: (that one was just punful dude)
[personal profile] punful
[Sans sounds a bit rushed and harried.]

i, uh. i need some help.

i'm at the settlement with all the...crappy huts. got two injured kids on my hands. one's gonna need help pretty quickly. i'm not, uh...i don't know how...humans just have all this stuff to them, and i don't...know how it all works. don't know how to--fix it.


[There's a soft rasp of bone scraping against bone as Sans rubs at his skull.]

other kid's gonna need someone to watch 'em real closely. they're a danger right now. to everyone. themselves included.

[He sighs, clearly exhausted.]

just. if you think you can help, please hurry.

[He's had enough of watching kids die for several lifetimes.]
normandysbest: (« [Disgust] Don't talk 2 me or my son)
[personal profile] normandysbest
[The video comes on to show Shepard's face, looking like she is a hairline trigger from 'irritated' to 'might rend something with her bare hands', but really, can best be described as 'done with her entire life, and looking into the camera like she's on the Office as demons scream behind her. In literal Hell'.]

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

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

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

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

See you soon. Don't die.
craterwave: (09)
[personal profile] craterwave
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.
]

Video 6

Oct. 27th, 2016 03:18 am
didntknowbest: (I will guide you through the Ruins)
[personal profile] didntknowbest
[Toriel appears onscreen, looking... slightly morose, despite the polite smile on her face.]

Greetings. This is Toriel.

...Well. That event was certainly... Interesting! Was it not?

Yes. Certainly interesting.

[There's a moment's pause, as Toriel takes a deep breath before continuing.]

I just wanted to take a moment to apologize. Especially to the other monsters here in Wonderland.

I was a bit uncontrolled when I was young. Something of a wild child, with a tendency to pick fights. Believing that I had lived in a situation like that amplified those tendencies. Though... not by all that much, I am ashamed to admit.

If I did or said anything to hurt you, please know that I am very, very sorry.

1 - text;

Oct. 17th, 2016 03:02 pm
battlefront: but they all add up (Hope that you spend your days)
[personal profile] battlefront
So, great to know this place still gets e-mail.

Except I don't know where it's goin.

I woke up in the middle of a fountain. My bike's gone. Pretty sure I'm not dreamin either.

Anyone know where Healin Lodge is from here?


[In a world of futuristic motorcycles and robots, Cloud Strife still cannot figure out the video function on this thing.]
heroica: (you can call us what you want)
[personal profile] heroica
[ Unlike her announcement of Leliana's departure, this one does not reveal her voice. It's only text, written word with the author's feelings left implied, and less verbose than last time, too. ]

Alistair has gone. His room is empty and his things have vanished. As his fellow Grey Warden, I thought it best to inform those who may have known him.

[ Leliana, Brennan, Dorian. Alistair, too, now. All of her closest friends in Wonderland seem to be steadily vanishing (and she hasn't heard of Bethany Hawke, yet, another one who would be regretfully added to the list). ]

He was exactly what a Warden should be. He was brave and kind and with a good heart.

[ Ridiculous jokes and all.

Soon after, she sends out one private message to Anders: ]


Anders,

Alistair left behind Purrlock. Do cats and mabari get along? Could you teach me how to take care of a kitten, if you have the time?
narcissistictendencies: (punch you in your perfect teeth)
[personal profile] narcissistictendencies
[Oh look, it's that guy again. Yeah, you know the one. Or, maybe you don't. It doesn't matter. He's addressing everyone in Wonderland from a large, open room. It isn't his usual workshop, cluttered with tech. This looks more like a conference room...]

Some of you know me as Tony Stark. Some know me as Iron Man. Some know me as an Avenger. Some know me as just that pompous dillweed that keeps addressing the network like you should know me. Or, y'know, your Flying Professor. I'm all of those things, honestly. --except the professor. God forbid. No one in their right mind would let me teach kids. But more importantly, I'm observant.

See, as an Avenger, we're supposed to protect people. We're supposed to be there when you need us and I'm looking around right now, seeing mentions of deaths and honestly, we're doing a pretty shitty job at our job, aren't we? Granted, that was prior to our little magical vacation that I'm still coming to terms with. Anyway, it's true, we're just a few people with extraordinary skills, but we can't be everywhere at once. Some of us are too self-involved to notice when shit is going down around us and focusing on our own issues is putting us in a position to let everyone else down. For the record, that's me I'm talking about, not pointing fingers at anyone else.

So, when the mirrors dissolved several weeks ago and that massive influx of people flooded our not-so-peaceful little Wonderland, people died. I, myself, had a rather unpleasant interaction with my mirror and it occurred to me that I got off lucky. Now, you're probably thinking, What does this jerk know about my plight? Okay, fair enough. But I've seen whispers of mentions of needing a police force, or some way to hold people accountable for their actions in the past. Nothing very put together seemed to have been done about it. Until now.

Where I'm from, you have an organisation called SHIELD. Strategic Homeland--well, the acronym doesn't really matter, because it's an ideal. Yeah, there is always trouble in paradise, but having lived it, I know what to look for. SHIELD, Wonderland Division, would be an active group of people you could call upon for help. A research and development team would work on ways to passify rogue mirrors that happen to our side of town. We'd look for ways to help you without pushing the boundaries of invasiveness. It's a delicate balance, and I'm not saying it would be easy. There will be trial and error. There will be people who disagree--there always are. But I'm proposing a possible solution to work alongside the Avengers to protect the people.

Anyone with skill and proper training would be eligible. You'd have to be willing to be on call and you'd have to be willing to put aside some of your time to train with other skilled agents. I'd outfit everyone with the most effective, lightweight gear with the only stipulation being you use it to help, not hurt. Any abuse of power would be dealt with swiftly. If you think I can't deactivate my own tech, you'd be wrong. I once hosted a spectacular Christmas fireworks show using my own suits. I want this to work. I want Wonderland to be as safe as we can possibly make it so we can focus all our resources working to keep the public safe when Wonderland throws its little events at us.

If you're interested, please contact me. If you have any questions or concerns, I'm here to answer them. I've already constructed an emergency call line that will, with the help of a special device, transmit your location in relation to transponders I've located in a grid across the grounds. One press and a specialised team will dispatch to your area immediately. It's not a flawless system, and I have my doubts it will do much good during these events, but it's something.

Consider this the act of someone who has made his fair share of mistakes and wants to do what he can to prevent future ones.

Stark out.

Private to Darcy )

Entry #88

Sep. 12th, 2016 12:04 am
postictal: (the shit is that)
[personal profile] postictal
[The video feed clicks on to feature an unassuming shot of the crisp gray sky, accompanied by the restless crunching of footsteps drawing closer. Abruptly, someone picks up the thing and spins it around with a faint flare of static that's gone as quickly as it flickered up.

There is, briefly, a face visible on the screen, dark hair and dark eyes and brows knit together in an expression puzzlement and concern. Then the feed flips around again and starts panning around the area in a slow sweep, handled in the same way someone might a handheld camera. It's both too familiar and too surreal, and he fumbles at the last second, dropping the angle so the network instead gets a lovely view of scuffed sneakers crunching through a patina of fallen leaves.]


So seasonal change sure is a thing. Like, really a thing. Place doesn't mess around.

[His tone is dry, the words drawn out with a slow, weary indolence. He doesn't seem to realize he's actively broadcasting at the moment. He's just taking video in the same way - how Jay would, and even now the memory is painful and sends a pang of regret thrumming all the way to his bones. It's just such an easy, obvious reflex. Practically instinctive.

The crunching of his footsteps halts abruptly as something seems to occur to him.]


So I can post now instead of reply, is that it? Wait, why now? What makes this so -

[The feed snaps out, evidently by mistake.]
mypartnerintime: (Never minding what state I'm in)
[personal profile] mypartnerintime
[The video swings back and forth to the rhythm of Max's footsteps. Sticks crunch underfoot and golden rays filters in through the forest canopy, coating the ground in dappled morning light. It's not quite autumn, Max's favorite time of the year- the green forest stretches on into the distance, no trace left of the party that had been in full swing only the night before.

The video turns this way and that as Max scans the forest, apparently trying to find one specific area. Having chosen a direction, she then continues walking, the camera jerking up and down slightly as she does so.]


I think this is near where I first woke up in Wonderland. We're all familiar with what that's like: wowser, enchanted forest, big fancy mansion over yonder, etcetera etcetera. [The words are light, but Max's tone is strained, tight; reminiscing but also purposeful and laden with restrained emotion.] I stumbled through here- I think this was it. And- and standing over there- [She points the camera out of the forest now, where far away the mansion looms. The smaller second mansion is partially obscured behind it.] was Alex Kralie. Right where the trees end, big flashlight pointed right at my face.

[The video becomes still as Max stops walking.] It was winter and I was soaked, and he didn't offer me his coat. He's not what you'd call a good Samaritan. [She sits now, and lays her device next to her, the camera pointed at the forest ceiling. Blue sky, clouds, and sunlight peek here and there from between the leaves. Max lets out a long sigh, self-conscious about speaking for so long to an audience. But this... Wonderland needs to hear this.]

...So I dunno how it happened, but he ended up being my first friend here. And one of my best friends. And... and now he's gone.

[A wind rustles through the trees, blowing away a stray leaf here and there. Max gets into her stride and keeps talking, her voice becoming softer now and then as she shifts position.]

I'm not sure how much he ever told anyone, but home for him is a pretty screwed up place. He's... He was going through a lot. Everyone here is, right? [Max has always noticed that, at least.] And believe me, I know that he could be a total ass about it. Or just... in general. But that's because he wasn't okay. And he needed help, but... didn't know how to ask for it, or accept it even. Like I think... somehow he knew he was going home. And he never told anyone... or, or me. But what I- I liked about him was that he- he was never... selfish about it. He never did anything just because he wanted to... in fact, a lo- lot of the time, he didn't want to. But he felt... like he needed to. A-and that, you know, to give up the things you w-want or love, and-... and even yourself, because I think toward the end he was sort of... of letting go... that's... hella brave.

[A short pause here as she drags in a shaking breath.]

I just... wish he'd told me. And I w-wish that I... knew how to- to help him. Be- because he needed it and- and I- he-... w-we never got to shoot off fireworks like he w-... wanted.

[Another shaky breath.]

W-wonderland doesn't make much sense. And it's so- so cruel to send him home. I don't... I don't get why he was even here. Why he was even... fuck...

[She jams some sort of jewel in front of the camera, and her hand shakes as she holds it.] Someone- someone has to tell me what the f- fuck this is, because goddammit Alex this is the worst fucking goodbye gift!

[She drops it and fumbles with the camera to turn it off, though it catches one last, shaking mumble, followed by a sniff.] A-asshole!
normandysbest: (« [Anger] Get Out Of My Way)
[personal profile] normandysbest
[The feed comes on to Shepard already moving, angled from the bottom-left up: absolutely on her omni-tool. She's not suited up in her armor, but the top of her sniper rifle can be seen in frame as being slung over her back.

And man, she looks pissed.]


Hey. I get we've got a lot of new people and this really might be jarring for some of you, but who the fuck is going around shooting people in the back?

[She addresses the camera directly and yeah, wow, she's definitely on the war path.]

It's not every day you find your friend's body on the ground from a bullet wound, and I'm a soldier. Somebody better come clean, or I'm gonna find out who it was, and trust me, you're gonna be happier if you just tell me and we have some time to talk. Otherwise, I'm gonna have to take this into my own hands.

[And she looks like she means serious business.]

If anyone knows who Legion was with today, I could use help narrowing it down. And I hope we're damn clear.

[And she cuts the feed.]
wriggedywrecked: (grandpa needs his booze morty)
[personal profile] wriggedywrecked
[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
actualdad: (pic#10566143)
[personal profile] actualdad
[ 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.
forwearemany: (Default)
[personal profile] forwearemany
(This time, when the video on Legion's device is activated, it's done so deliberately, to reveal a Geth hand holding... a tiny lop eared rabbit. After a moment, the hand moves away, to be replace by Legion's face, staring into the camera. They chatter awkwardly for a moment.)

I had been informed that the closets were capable of producing live animals. As I found these reports highly improbable, I decided to test this.

Reports verified: The closets are capable of producing live animals.

(They chatter awkwardly again.)

...I am unfamiliar with the proper procedure for caring for Earth based organic lifeforms.
normandysbest: (« [What] really????? REALLY)
[personal profile] normandysbest
[When the video turns on, it seems pre-preemptive and not from the usual angle Shepard's seen at- instead of being on her arm, it's actually projecting directly from the device, streaming sideways from her nightstand. Shepard can be seen coming in and out of frame, seeming to be putting a few things in a duffel bag. It looks like she could be cleaning, if her hands weren't shaking and she wasn't muttering to herself something that's not being picked up on the recording. It doesn't take her long to notice the device is on, and rolls her eyes as she picks it up, addressing the network but still looking more serious than her usual playful demeanor shows off.]

Sorry about that. Damn thing isn't working right. Though, good timing, because I was gonna ask something anyway.

[She shifts, trying to look more nonchalant. It doesn't come off perfectly to anyone who's paying attention.]

Anyone know any good places to relax in this place? Still a little messed up from that last event. Wonderland really knows how to throw us for a loop. Looking to chill for a bit. Let me know. Might not check this thing a lot in the next couple days to try and get my mind off things.

[She will, of course, be ignoring all suggestions, because what's really happening here is a thinly veiled panic attack, and she'll be running off to her battle tank. Aside from responding to the main prompt, anyone who might know where she is can feel free to find her holed up in the Mako. It'll either be parked behind the Greenhouse, or, on one occasion, driven down to the beach so Shepard can sit on top, looking out to the ocean.

She's fine. Really!]

Tags

LAYOUT BASE @ [community profile] fruitstyle