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So. Question. How many people have gone home and come back... different? I don’t mean older or wiser or emotionally, but, like, powers. Has anyone come back to Wonderland with powers you didn’t have before? How’d you handle it?

What were they like, your new powers?


[Asking for a friend. >.>]
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Tweedledee just appeared in my room out of thin air, and we had a good chat while she ate some cookies. ama.

and just in case you don't feel like it, the gist was if people don't die Wonderland will implode. Memories are good, death is better - more fuel for the Core. So.

it was casual girl talk tuesday.

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Sep. 19th, 2017 11:34 am
ssmisery: (I'm about to deck you)
[personal profile] ssmisery
We can't get into our room because our cat keeps pawing at the tear in reality and we turn into animals or start hating each other or something.
Whose fault is this.

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Sep. 18th, 2017 08:47 pm
modore: (↺ I can see a frozen point in time)
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[Given the sheer volume of network posts in the last few days, Satoru hadn't wanted to clog things up further. But he's finally figured out the compass he received and it seems like...something people should know about.

When he starts the feed, he's standing outside, though it's difficult to tell where he is exactly. Kayo is behind him, playing idly with a Rubik's Cube while she waits for him. A few glowing rips can be seen in the vicinity, but they're staying away from them like the smart kids they are.]


I got a compass. [Just going to throw that out there first.] But it didn't point north. I followed it to where it did point and found this.

[He pans the camera around to show a hole in the ground. He turns it back toward himself after a moment. He has no idea what it is he's found, but he has a feeling it matters, and so not knowing is kind of irritating him.]

This means something, right?
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[Those who've been here for a while might remember the last time Shepard addressed Wonderland in the Citadel, all smiles and lackadaisical jokes. However, today, she's addressing the Mansion at large like a commander- her shoulders are flat, back straight, expression serious.]

Alright. So if I'm correct from the network, a lot of us received items with the same cryptic note and a lot of weird stuff. Some of 'em don't seem to do anything. Some of them, apparently, are eyeballs.

[She brings her right hand into view, holding a broken half of a compact mirror; the mirror inside is shattered beyond repair.]

I got this- but it wasn't broken when I got it. It went to the Queen of Hearts. And because I don't believe in bullshitting anyone here, we should talk about the fact that what's going on right now is purposeful, and we need to be a hell of a lot more careful.

Cut for length )

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Sep. 17th, 2017 11:05 pm
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[personal profile] screwedontight
[Given the background, Seth is obviously in Deux Lux. They're are lights behind him, a drink on the table in front of him, and he's leaning back in one of the booths.

And looking a bit perplexed.]


Right so, I'm the only paranoid bastard around here, I guess. Not that I got a creepy package from a secret admirer, but that's a good thing. I'd probably have left it on the doorstep.

[He probably would have soaked it in the tub and then shot it, if he is being honest.]

Because the way I see it, everyone talking RQ or some shit like that makes me wonder if the Wonder Twins from the other side of the mirror haven't been back. That went so well for me last time. About as well as it was for a few others too, I'm betting.

Maybe I need a tinfoil hat or something, but I'll keep with the idea that paranoia keeps you alive.
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[Some time Friday morning, September 8th, a new and particularly important broadcast appears on the network.

The feed flicks on to show Ford at a desk in his lab looking both tired and very guilty. ]


Uh, yes! Hello. Uh. Good morning?

[He clears his throat. Might as well get right down to it.]

As anyone who's slept since Wednesday will know, something weird has been happening. I may have been experimenting with a ward against a certain demonic triangle when there was an explosion that caused the ward's effects to warp and, for lack of better layman's terms, gave everyone the ability to traverse the Mindscape--that is, the realm parallel to any waking dimension.

To put it simply: Once you left consciousness at any point, you likely were able to explore your own mind, and the minds of others.

Fortunately, the effects seem to be temporary and I only singed half an eyebrow in the explosion, so... Good news! Everything should be back to normal by tomorrow.

Ahh, science. Well! That's all for today. If you don't want to deal with it, I suggest visiting one of the tea rooms for a delightful pot of industrial coffee. Always works for me!

[With a winning smile from Ford, the broadcast ends.]
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[If there's one thing Jay doesn't like, it's being out of the loop. He spent a little over four years trying to piece together what happened back home himself, while the people who knew more than he did dangled clues over his head to watch him jump.]

[This past event, he was in over his head, and he knew it. Tim ended up with a second soul (SOUL?) and a new set of monstrous features to boot, and Jay had no idea how to help. Clearly there are things going on here in Wonderland that Jay hasn't even started looking into, and now he's been burned for it.]

[He takes to the network several days after Asgore and Tim recover.]


How do souls work in your world?

Back where I come from, people talk about them. When you die, they say your soul goes to Heaven or Hell (or Purgatory or whatever afterlife you believe in, I guess). But it's not like anyone's actually seen one.

I get the impression that's not how it works everywhere.

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Aug. 17th, 2017 10:40 pm
beardman: (002)
[personal profile] beardman
i thought i would give this a try, but who put the letters in this order

is it like this in the future, you lot changed the order of the letters

why would you do that
fishandclips: (Not enough tea in the world for this)
[personal profile] fishandclips
[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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Great, a trip down memory lane. Just what I was hoping I'd get for my birthday.

[With the deadpan tone and the face that's expressionless as ever under her sunglasses, it's hard to tell if Georgia's being sarcastic or not. She sits at her desk in the After the End Times office, posture rigid, hands in her lap.]

As many of you might have guessed, the latest event was my own. I suppose it could have been Shaun's, but I suspect there would have been actual zombies to play with if this were coming from his memories. But no, politics and conspiracies. That's more my wheelhouse. Besides, Sacramento is the city I died in.

[Her tone remains as measured and professional as her expression. These are facts. There's no reason to get emotional about something as cut and dried as facts.]

The paranoia, the constant fear... this is what my team has been working to try and overcome, to spread truth instead of misinformation, to overcome the lies and the bullshit and make people understand the facts. People are afraid. The choices they make often don't actually do anything to make them safer, just keep them afraid. Zombies are not as big a problem as the people in power would have you believe. Most of the outbreaks I've faced that were within residential areas, as opposed to in actual hazard zones, came about due to sabotage and terrorism, not normal zombie activity.

[And it was often to try and silence her and her team. That sure doesn't help her sleep at night.]

I'd apologize for putting you all through this, but I know as well as anyone else that this is on Wonderland, not me. I would have stopped it if it were within my ability. I don't hate my world, believe it or not. It might be fucked up, but it's home. That doesn't mean I wanted anyone else to experience it.

[There's a lot of things she didn't want.]

That being said, if you enjoyed the blogging portion of the event, please be aware that the Shattered Mirror is always accepting submissions. [A beat.] Also be aware that we do not accept Stanfeed style articles. Thank you.

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Aug. 9th, 2017 12:55 am
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[Maggie can fake calm and composed quite well when she has an audience. She manages to keep the faint edge of hysteria out of her voice long enough to broadcast this.]

Hello, darlings. This is quite the genre shift!

I admit that my last cup of tea wasn't strictly tea. I don't, however, recall spiking it with something this strong. Even in my party girl phase I was never on any drug that triggered hallucinations so vivid.

While I'm sure it will make wonderful inspiration one day, now is a very inconvenient time for me to be crazy. That role is already occupied on my team. The story just wouldn't work with two of us trying to fill it.

If anything I say is getting through my delusions to the ears of someone real, would you please run and fetch Auntie Maggie an antipsychotic?
determinedest: (* There will be nothing left of me.)
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This is Frisk, coming to you live from the RNC!!

A needle full of Kellis-Amberlee was found today. People think it might've been intentional. Like some kind of asassination attempt. But there are a lot of scientist people and stuff around here, so maybe it wasn't! Maybe someone was studying it, or trying to get some samples or something. We can't really know unless we ask!

But no one's asking. They're just quarantining people without asking! and someone's hot dog stand was even burned down over it. It's not fair!

So I think we have to take this chance to remember that we're all here together. We're all just people, fighting against something inside us that keeps trying to win, so we can't let it! We're stronger than any virus. But we have to have faith in each other, O.K.? That's the only way any of us can get through this!

So remember to STAY DETERMINED, O.K.?

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ This is Frisk, signing off! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

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Aug. 2nd, 2017 04:45 pm
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[There's a face very, very, very close to the screen. Not a shock, given he's basically sitting on the device with wide eyes and a mouth hanging open a little in awe. It makes strange noises sometimes and he's not sure what it is but he will work it out. He's smarter than he looks, he'll have you know. He's a smart cookie. The smartest of cookies even because cookies are remarkably dumb. They don't even put up a fight when he eats them so they're clearly inferior to the all mighty Groot.

He leans forward slowly. He licks it. Ew. Nope. Not food. Hmm.

Okay, back to square one.

It's not doing much but be kind of reflective, it's probably not a weapon and--

Oh! He can see his face!!!

He pulls funny faces into it happily, delighted with how he can see himself and somehow not paying attention to anything else in the screen but himself.]


I am Groot!

[Video]

Aug. 1st, 2017 11:14 pm
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[personal profile] sonofab
[First things first. Get a feel for your fellow captives. See where their loyalties lie. Who is still looking to escape and who is possibly developing Stockholm syndrome.

Normally the tactic would be to silently observe and gather intel, but this is where social media comes in handy.

A small teenager appears on screen with a green mask and a black hood. He speaks with a no nonsense tone.]


My name is Robin and I’m going to cut to the point. I’m looking for information. Namely on all of you, but we'll start with just two questions today. Mostly to check both your own mental well being and conditions.

Who here has pertinent information as to our captors identities and whereabouts?

Have any among you started to feel stirrings of affection for them?

If your answer is yes to the second than there is no helping you and you should feel ashamed. The rest, I will have more questions for after I've done more recon.

[With that the video abruptly ends.]
pig_and_pepper: ({ Thinking again? })
[personal profile] pig_and_pepper
[ Grey ruffles obscure the broadcast, until the Duchess takes a step aside. She has taken her head off whole, and placed it carefully on a scale. She watches the numbers rise... rise... rise, until the scale beeps, and stops just at 39.9 pounds. The Duchess sighs, pleased, and picks her head back up. ]

Heavy is the head that knows the truth, make sure 'tis not too much to bear!

[ A long silence follows.

After a while it occurs to her that her audience may be with her still.
]

'Tis all I shall tell you today. If you wish to dig, dig yourself, what good is any truth if it lies buried with you? [ She taps her lip. ] Cremated, I suppose, that would be more accurate.

[ The Duchess primly sets her head straight in her lap. ]

Now, shall we bake a cake to help us through these frightful times? [ She clears her throat. ] You will need two eggs, two tablespoons cocoa, half a cup shortening, one and a half cups white sugar, one teaspoon of salt, one teaspoon vanilla extract, one cup buttermilk, two and a half cups all-purpose flour, sifted of course, one and a half teaspoons baking soda....

[ This will go on for some time. Feel free to bake along. ]
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[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.]
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[personal profile] wickedwest
Again? Really?

[She sure sounds annoyed. She'd put this on video, but she doesn't see much of a point there. Everybody's seeing much of the same thing.]

And here I thought we wouldn't have to deal with zombies again. That's what they're called, right? Zombies?

[Not being from a world with these things, she wouldn't know. And zombie movies really aren't high on her list of things to watch or look into. But she's pretty sure that's what she heard them being called earlier.]

At least they're visible this time. The again, doesn't really make it better, judging from how some of them look.

[Maybe she shouldn't be so flippant about this, but it's the only way she really knows how to be. Acting otherwise, would show that she's worried about this mess given her lack of magic at the moment.]

Don't suppose anyone has a quick fix for this one though? A spell, some sort of anti-zombie bomb, anything that would make this more tolerable?

[She's guessing no.]
adaptiveimmunities: (ratings grab)
[personal profile] adaptiveimmunities
[The video opens on a nice, pleasant scene outside of the town limits. The sun is shining, the birds are singing. There's a man and a zombie and a hockey stick. You know, any sunny day ending in Y. The man is Shaun, and he's wearing kevlar over his t-shirt, and safety sunglasses, but that's the extent of his armor today.

It's George's voice that comes through from behind the camera.]


Our story begins where so many have ended. With an idiot, in this case my brother Shaun, poking a zombie with a stick.

[Shaun is keeping his new friend at the other end of his hockey stick, and he glances over his shoulder at George.]

Come on, this is the least stupid thing I've ever done with zombies that you've seen.

[She zooms in, focusing on Shaun and the zombie. But she sounds amused when she responds.]

Is that really something to brag about? Most people here haven't had a chance to see the depths of your dumb life choices. You could have kept them fooled.

I think it's a testament to my innate ability to survive that I haven't died yet, actually. [The zombie lunges, but Shaun keeps the hockey stick between him and it.]

It's a testament to you being a lucky idiot.

[You can practically hear her eyeroll. It's also a testament to him being immune, but that seems like not a great thing to advertise right now. Especially when they don't know if it's true in this particular zombie apocalypse and the idea of losing him because they have the wrong damn zombies and he's gotten used to being immune…. No. It's not worth considering. Shaun knows what he's doing.]

Are you done making friends with the locals yet? Seems like your buddy there could use a nap. A really permanent one.

[He gives a slightly dramatic sigh and without any further fanfare pulls out his gun and shoots the zombie in the head. It goes down, of course. There might be some differences in the variety of zombies here as opposed to home, but enough is the same that this, at least, is no surprise.]

Yeah, I guess. [He nods toward the distance.] Hey, George, check this out. How long do you think it'll take the party to arrive?

[She raises the camera, turning it away from Shaun and over to the mass of zombies gathering in the distance.]

Not nearly long enough. And us without nearly enough party favors.

[When she turns the camera again, both she and Shaun are in frame now. She's wearing kevlar as well, as well as a heavy leather jacket. And sunglasses, of course. She looks even more serious than usual, in contrast to her earlier tone.]

We've been dealing with zombies our whole lives. This… is a hell of an outbreak. You need help or advice, talk to us. [A corner of her mouth twitches up very slightly.] I promise Shaun won't screw around. Too much.

[He gives her a look of mock offense.] Please. I always save my screwing around for times when I'm the only one who's going to die by my stupid choices. [He offers a thumbs up to the camera.] Lots of experience in not getting dead by zombies between the two of us. Seriously, if you need help, don't hesitate to call. I know there are plenty of people offering, so we're joining the chorus here, but the offer stands anyway.

So has anyone see any zombie bears yet? I have a score to even up.

[OOC: Feel free to use this post actionspam them here or throughout the event!]
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[personal profile] assembles
[ 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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[Tweedledee stands beside a tree, her arms crossed over her chest, her back against the tree's trunk. Her eyes are trained on the ground in front of her. The camera angle is off to the side somewhere, the shot partially framed by grass, but no where in the frame is Tweedledum. Where could she--]

I can see them!

[--In the tree. She's in the tree.

Tweedledee sighs, but doesn't move.]


Well, it's no good yelling about it.

They're coming!

There's nothing to be done now. Best to come down and find a place to hide.

I think I'm quite safe up here, thank you.

[Tweedledee thinks about that for a moment, then, with a nod, turns and begins to climb up the tree as well, quite quickly. Soon there's no one at all in the frame, and after awhile, the abandoned feed is cut.]
wriggedywrecked: (grandpa needs his booze morty)
[personal profile] wriggedywrecked
[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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[personal profile] choosetruth
Let's talk news.

[Georgia's sitting at her desk, dressed in her usual black blazer and white shirt, staring at the camera seriously through her dark sunglasses.]

I'm sure no one's guessed, but it's an important topic to me. In my world, the news, like everything else, changed radically during the summer of 2014 when the Rising happened. While mainstream newspapers and tv anchors were reporting that everything was fine and laughing about "hoax" zombie sightings, bloggers who took it upon themselves to figure out what was really happening. For bloggers, spreading the truth was more important than maintaining the rapidly deteriorating status quo. They risked their lives to learn how to deal with zombies, and they wrote everything down even while fighting off infection, so that more people could use what they'd learned to survive. They were the heroes of the Rising, and a big part of why we're still around.

The Rising ended over twenty years ago, but we never forgot. There's a reason I'm a blogger, and it's not because I couldn't get a job with a so-called "legitimate" newspaper if I'd tried. My generation trusts bloggers to tell the truth on their own terms, not to bow to the will of various outside powers with different agendas. That's what I'm here to bring. The truth, nothing but.

[She sits back. Her eyes are hidden behind her glasses, but her intense focus is clear anyway.]

But that's my world. I'm interested in hearing about yours. Internet, newspaper, hell, even if the best you've got is a town crier, you've got to get your news somehow. So tell me: what's your experience with the media?
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[personal profile] shorthair
[ ooc: consider this a party post. feel free to tag around as much as you want to others, chiming in and giving advice. be anonymous like clementine or don't be anonymous, up to you. cw for underage drinking, probably mentions of violence, death, etc. ]

( the first time clementine ever had a drink, it was in a shed with nick. they thought they were going to die. it was the grossest thing she'd ever tasted. burned down her throat. moonshine. the second time, it was rum while they all sat in a circle, toasting to the people they'd lost. the third time, it was rum with coke when she checked in on shaun after georgia left.

the fourth time, it's rum again with coke, and she's had a little more than an eleven year old should, but she hit the anonymous function on the post before writing )


how do you deal with all the bullshit life throws at you?

like death and losing and surviving and wonderland and assholes and babies

and cannibals.

or whatever else you've been through. too much free time here.


( definitely feeling the rum now. but with the alcohol, it's like she's finally found some feeling she's been missing. her eyes burn. trust has become so hard that she doesn't trust anyone completely, because everyone has their own priorities. it's how the world works. it's what she's learned. iris is gone. everyone died back home. she has a newborn to take care of there. she's still got walker blood in her veins like michonne, like georgia and shaun have zombie blood in them. when she dies, she'll turn into one too unless someone shoots her first or she does it herself. and she doesn't know how to have emotions anymore. things should reach her and they don't. or maybe she just doesn't let them, and she can't tell the goddamn difference. )
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[The camera opens close on Kon's face, though there's something odd about the light. It's mottled and colorful, like he's standing in front of stained glass windows or something. And he's grinning. That is not a grin you want to trust.]

Hey people! Thought it might be time to tell you about a certain superpower that no one except me has.

[Because he loves talking about it, and because it'll get anyone who knows him to zone out now. Convenient.]

See, I'm Superman's clone, and for the most part I've got the same powers... Strength, flight, durability... but there's one power that's entirely my own.

I call it tactile telekinesis. It's kinda like, a forcefield? Only I can manipulate it. It's great for taking things apart cause I can wedge it into all the cracks of something and then boom. [He holds up a hand and spreads his fingers.] But it's also great for keeping things together.

[He pans the camera up, revealing a mass of water balloons that should not all be staying up, since he's only touching one or two. But there it is, a huge mass of water balloons, held together as easily as if they were actually attached to each other.]

...you know. Until I don't need to anymore. Hi, Tim.

[He lowers the camera, just enough to give a glimpse of Tim Drake's face before he drops all of the water balloons on Tim's head. Then he turns the camera back on his own face as he flies away, cackling madly.]

Anyway, if anyone needs me, I'll be way, way over the roof. Later!
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( guess who found the ice cream/soda bar? yeah, it's this girl.

she's processing the whole pocket dimension thing pretty well. even if she wasn't, she wouldn't show you. whaddya take her for?

mj does love being where all the action is. sure, there's the stuck-here-until-the-powers-that-be choose otherwise, but as scarlett o'hara once stated wisely, tomorrow is another day. wonderland's spookiness sounds like tomorrow!mj's problem. maybe. it's hard to get her to take most things seriously.

so have a sparkly and glamorous redhead coming to you live from the ballroom. )


Hiya, Wonderlanders. MJ Watson with a very important question here.

Looks like I'm not going anywhere, so — what's the best floor to live on? What's the worst? Don't skimp on details. If I'm going to need a room and I can make it look any way I want, then I've got to start by making sure I'm on the right floor.

Spill.

( she likes hearing people's opinions. will probably disregard 95% of them, tho. )

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Jun. 12th, 2017 04:02 pm
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[What were the things that made her happy?

She racked her brain, pulling ideas out one by one, straining against the cobwebs of her lazy thoughts.

Maybe happiness is a muscle. You have to tend to it, work on it, keep it healthy and limber. You find the things that make you smile and practice those passions, before you forget why it is they cheered you up and buoyed you throughout the day.

And after a long time of disuse, you find that the happiness you used to have is out of reach. Before you know it, it's been weeks or months. Too long.

But you start small, go easy, work those muscles back into form. Day by day. Thought by thought. With determination and a single-mindedness that shuts the darker things away.

Baby steps down a long road.]


I think I actually went home for a day.

It's all kind of muddled up in my head. Sorta like a reverse-vacation.

A noitacav!

:|

So... what's new? ...Besides the lizardly adjustments.
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[ han usually takes up Too Much Space (tm) when he sits somewhere, but he's exceptionally sprawling today in a chair, looking some mixture between bored and perturbed.

he's not a fan of prisons. and this, for all of its decorative artwork and landscape, is a prison. and so han sighs, puffing out his cheeks slightly, before straightening up to rest his elbows on his knees.

he's scoped out the landscape, a bit. he's explored a little, gotten a general idea of what he's doing here, and he's figured out this place is a giant conglomeration of peoples from a bunch of different universes crammed together to figure it out. heartwarming, but he's got stuff to do. ]


So who's gonna tell me whether or not there's a key to get out of this place? 'cause I've got one hell of a to-do list going on back home.

[ and without waiting for an opportunity for someone to answer -- ]

And while you're at it, has anybody seen a rogue Skywalker?

[ if folks from his universe are here, they'll know exactly who he's talking about. and if not, no harm no foul.

he'll save asking for leia once he's figured out whether luke is here first. nobody needs to be alerted to her. yet, anyway. ]

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Jun. 6th, 2017 08:28 am
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[The feed flicks on to a shaky view of the forest. The underbrush is thick, and for a moment a hand is visible, reaching out and pushing aside a curtain of vines. Whoever is filming looks to be about three miles in.]

[After roughly thirty seconds of this, there’s a voice.]

I’ve been walking for what feels like an hour. Maybe more, maybe less.

[He speaks with a disinterested Alabama drawl, but there’s a quiet, choked anxiety to what he’s saying. If he’s trying to sound neutral, he’s not quite succeeding.]

I don’t know if this thing is actually connected to the internet, or if it just looks that way, but if anyone’s...if anyone sees this and knows where I am, that’d be…

[He trails off, and eventually the sound of footfalls on dry leaves fall quiet as well. He turns the camera on himself. He’s a young man, scrawny, with wide-set eyes shaded by the brim of a baseball cap. He doesn’t look directly at the lens, his gaze twitching toward the trees.]

If this place is...where I think it is--and I mean, not too many other options, after what happened, and if there are people who can see this, I have a question.

Has anyone here seen a--a girl about my age? [He stutters, and his voice speeds up.] Brown hair, past the shoulders, doesn’t look like she’s slept in…? [He winces.] Jessica, her name’s Jessica Locke, and I need to know if she’s here.

[He starts to pace, and the camera dips lower, revealing the edge of a red stain on his shirt.]

And I guess, if you haven’t seen her, there are others, like--like Amy W█̤͕͖͙̖-- [The last name is lost in a blip of static. He continues rattling off the names quickly, like he’s gone through the spiel too many times before.] --Brian Thomas, Seth Wilson, Sarah Reid…

[He pauses. Deliberates.]

...Tim Wright?

Alex Kr͔̕a̡̻█͕̣͟█̜̜̜█͓̖̬?͇͕̖̻̼̀ [Another burst of static, longer this time. Again, he doesn’t appear to notice.]

[Something catches his eye, and he tenses up. The camera drops away from his face, and the video blurs as he jolts forward, leaves crunching underfoot. Just before the feed cuts, he mutters something barely audible.]

--where it takes you--

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