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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.

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Sep. 18th, 2017 02:25 pm
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If this is what I think it is, it asks more questions than it answers.

[ Nora tentatively holds up a jar from which a soft, glowing light emanates. It's clear she's nervous about breaking it and she looks pretty nervous as she glances down at it. ]

I always assumed this place was feeding off our memories to keep it going. If it's just storing them like this ... I don't know what to think.

Anyone want to come take a look? I'd rather not open it, though, just in case.
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[In the search for something lost, do what you know you must.

Of course, like everyone else, Papyrus was confused about this new present he received, but everything became clear to him as soon as he opened it to reveal some very fashionable clothing.

Then it dawns on him.

He knows what he must do.

He needs to put on these clothes and show everyone how fashionable he looks.

So, the video opens to a skeleton wearing some very cool clothing. He's even written down the words 'COOL DUDE' on the T-shirt! Look at how cool he is!
]

PEOPLE OF WONDERLAND!!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE FINALLY COME TO DEBUT MYSELF! UH...AGAIN. APPARENTLY THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I'VE BEEN HERE IN WONDERLAND?? I DON'T REMEMBER THE LAST TWO TIMES. BUT ANYWAY, THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT!

WHAT IS IMPORTANT, HOWEVER, IS MY NEW STYLE!!! LOOK AT WHAT I GOT FROM A WEIRD PRESENT I FOUND OUTSIDE MY DOOR!!! NEW CLOTHES!!!


[He's not going to say outright that he's stoked to be wearing some new clothes that aren't regal regalia, but his expression is showing that he's over the moon with happiness.

He strikes a pose!
]

I HAVE NO IDEA WHO THIS 'RQ' PERSON IS, BUT IF YOU'RE WATCHING THIS, THEN THANK YOU FOR THIS GENEROUS GIFT!! I WILL WEAR THESE CLOTHES UNTIL THEY FALL APART!! NYEH HEH HEH!!!

[He's dead serious about that.]

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Sep. 17th, 2017 12:36 am
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[For a brief moment, Asriel's excited to receive a gift wrapped in bright red tissue paper. The gift itself seems too thin to be some kind of toy, maybe... some kind of book? Comic books? He excitedly tears it open only to find...

Notebooks.

Someone gave him a selection of notebooks as a as a gift.

This is the most unexciting gift he's ever gotten. And judging by the note, it doesn't even sound like it's supposed to be his. He reads through the notes for a little while, before grudgingly going to the network for the first time since he's been here.]


Um... does anyone know who these belong to?

[He holds up the notebooks.]

They're a bunch of notes about Wonderland, about events that happened before I got here. And there's some notes about people too? There's a bunch of names...

So um, if this belongs to anyone - I've got it, if you want it back.

[Asriel mutters something under his breath.]

Why couldn't it have been a toy or something cool...?
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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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[Honestly, a text post would've sufficed enough, but perhaps for the context of this post, a video might be a bit more beneficial. So you get a blue robot staring at the screen pensively.]

Ah, greetings, Wonderland, this is Turing. I'm here to inquire about something...

I have noticed that some of the past events I have experienced throughout my time here has had some element of combat thrown into the mix, so to speak. Not all of them mind you, just some. Just this past event, you all saw it, all of those ogres, ice giants and dark elves storming into the mansion, and you must have also saw a multitude of the guests here fighting back. I, unfortunately, was unable to lend a hand in that time of crisis, solely because I have had no combat experience myself.

I may be sapient, but I am still a ROM, or I suppose a robot in layman's terms. I don't specifically exist to assist, but there's still a voice in the back of my mind urging me to help out however possible. If, in Wonderland, this means that I must become skilled in some weaponry or combat techniques, then so be it.

So, I'm posting this video as a call for suggestions and help: I am interested in learning how to properly defend myself and protect others while I am here in Wonderland. What would be the best way to accomplish this? Getting into specifics...I'd like to be skilled in ranged weaponry, say, a laser pistol, for example. My partner, Alys, was given a laser pistol to use in case of emergencies back where I come from, and they were able to use it with relative ease.

I will take any and all suggestions into account. Thank you for your time.
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[ Bill the Lizard is not building. Bill the Lizard is lizarding, sitting on a large rock in the sun. He looks out at the lake, thoughtfully. ]

They've got a whole nine wrapped together, no wonder you can't remember your place neither. Set a foot in one, end up in another, snap of ye finger, goes just like that. Goes they'll all stumble together, and end up here, too. What a right mess that'll be to paint over. Shine like the stars, that's the one, shine like all the stars, like it'll be worth to fight over.

[ Thoughtfully his tongue flicks up and down, and licks the side of his face. ]

Won't compare to her I tell ye, she'll be a right proper treat soon enough-- Aw, but that'd be peeking all right, bad enough we don't got a working door for her right away--

[ Bill flicks his tail and perks up. ]

No. No, listen good, lads, listen, ye hear? Dress up nice and warm, that'll come in well and good later!
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[A young man sits before the camera, looking, to say the least, in pretty bad shape. Although only appearing to be somewhere in his early twenties, his eyes seem sunken and teeming with an exhaustion beyond his years, and his complexion is pallid.

He’s seated with bent knees, arms crossed atop them. His chin rests in his left hand, on which he's wearing a pair of nondescript black gloves with the fingers sloppily cut off. His right hand is holding the camera at a slightly odd angle, as it's been awhile since he's used a mobile device of any kind.

Making eye contact with the camera, he attempts a smile, which comes off looking unsure and diffident.]


Am I...

[A pause. While he's no stranger to speaking in front of a camera, addressing a group of strangers on a more personal level is a whole different concept entirely, and he's only just now aware that he has absolutely no idea what to say.]

Is this place... In my head? It feels real but I--

[Again he cannot finish the thought, as he's still overwhelmed with guilt due to the way things were left at home before he was brought here.]

...I'm sorry. [He looks down as he mumbles the words, ending the recording immediately afterwards.

When all else fails, apologize, although it's not like this method of communication has done him any favors in the past.]
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[The video feed opens to a pair of robotic hands pinning a sign to a pillar in the Entrance Hall. This isn’t terribly peculiar since Mettaton has done this quite a lot in the past for his concerts but the subject of this flyer is of a different affair than anyone is accustomed to seeing. It is rather bare in comparison to the almost gaudy things he’s put up before but this one is straight and to the point: a picture of a ghost that some of Wonderland may recognize and the words on the top and bottom of the flyer say in big bold, eye-catching print HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GHOST? Anyone who happens to explore the mansion today will run into a lot of them hung up all over Wonderland.

There’s a couple of seconds as Mettaton adjusts the flyer so it sits perfectly on it and, satisfied, he reaches a hand back to the camera and turns it to face him.]


Hello Wonderland! It’s been awhile since I have posted here, I know, it’s a tragedy that I need to remedy more often, but that’s a problem for later. For now, dear Wonderland, I need your help. You see, in that last event or perhaps a little before it, someone important went missing. And I know some of you knew them, so I will need your help in finding them!

[He says this with a confidence that does not betray the anxiety that has been building in his soul that he has been fervently denying.]

Now I know one of the first questions some of you may ask me is “Is their room empty?” Well. Their room being empty, whether or not it is, doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that they are missing and that I will find them. Any information you have as to where they may be would be incredibly helpful!

[Now Mettaton looks almost imploringly to the camera, but of course he’d never come off as desperate, no, he’s Mettaton! He’d never potentially lose his cool like this.]

So! If any of you have information about the whereabouts of the dear and lovely Napstablook, I am all ears! I will be all over Wonderland and if you have anything at all, respond to this and let me know.

[With a decisive nod he ends the feed.]

((ooc: If you’re feeling an action thread, Mettaton can be found almost all over Wonderland feverishly looking for his dear friend, so feel free to run into his rather desperate search as he denies that Napstablook is gone. Places of note are The Music Room, the Library and probably the entirety of the Second Floor but he can absolutely be found anywhere you wish other than the Forest, which is a closed prompt.))
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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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There's nothing more inspiring than a bunch of republicans in one place.

(Lolololol no that's the exact opposite of true).

But I did get some rad ideas from wandering around with these losers for a few days so enjoy! And as always like, share, subscribe, and

SPREAD THE VIRUS, EDGELORDS! )
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[ Clementine and Mae appear on the screen. It’s a little girl and a cat girl. They’re standing in a room on the first floor. Clem has a crowbar in her hand, slung over her shoulder. Mae has her trusty baseball bat and a very cat-that-got-the-canary grin on her face.]

Hey, so… Mae told me about how she breaks shit sometimes and how it’s… cathartic? [ that’s the word she used, right? ] And I tried it with a light bulb. It felt pretty damn awesome so we thought it might be cool to have an official place where people could break stuff whenever they needed to deal with bullshit.

[Mae immediately picks up the thread, grinning wide.]

So we are super effing pleased to introduce…The Destruction Room.

[She pans the camera over to the sign on the door. It’s generic and straight to the point. Then she pans the camera around to take in the room. There’s rows of shelves filled with china plates, vases, glass figurines and other fragile-looking items. Along the walls are dozens of light fixtures and free-standing lamps, as well as just a metric ton of lightbulbs, both fluorescent and incandescent. All of it is very precariously displayed and it looks like it wouldn’t take much to just knock some of these shelves right over.]

Isn’t it amazing? We stocked it with everything that could possibly go smash.

[Clementine gestures then to have Mae pan the camera toward the wall on the side which has a giant weapon rack with every blunt weapon imaginable from bats to maces to hammers and more. ]

Over on this wall, we’ve got every blunt weapon you can think of so you can really make the breakables crack into a hundred awesome pieces. Also, it’s on the first floor, room 4 so if you hit yourself in the foot or get glass stuck in your arm or something, the clinic’s right next door.

Yeah, we pretty much thought of everything. Because we’re awesome.

[Mae holds out her hand to Clementine for a high-five. Clementine leans over, high fiving her back, with a smile. Totally awesome. ]

Anyway, yeah, come on down and get your smash on. Work out some of that pre-event anxiety or whatever.

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Aug. 1st, 2017 06:55 pm
modore: (↺ I can see a frozen point in time)
[personal profile] modore
[The feed begins. Satoru carefully centers himself in the frame before sitting back. He's outside in the grass next to the lake, with the device propped up against a tree.]

I think I have the gist of things. [He read the pamphlet, which was pretty helpful as a crash course.] But there are still some things I'm confused about.

[His frustration is apparent in a brief pause that follows that admission, however.]

Asking questions won't change the situation, but...can someone explain the part about time not moving?

[Because that is relevant to his interests.]

[Kayo seems a little more unsure. She’s standing just behind Satoru and trying not to draw much attention to herself. Making any kind of announcement to a wide group of people is uncomfortable, and it’s easier to just let him take the lead, if he wants to.]

...Isn’t that impossible?

[She’s quiet, but also not very impressed by the supposed magicalness of the world around them. Life isn’t a storybook and people don’t get whisked away to worlds where time doesn’t exist. It sounds kind of stupid to believe something like that just because someone put it in a professional-looking pamphlet.]

[Video]

Jul. 25th, 2017 06:18 pm
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[personal profile] didntknowbest
Greetings! This is Toriel!

I have been thinking, recently... and today, I became curious about other's opinions on the matter, as well.

How many of you are happy here?

Certainly, this place is far from ideal. We are of course, being kept here against our will, and I know that I personally, am not as bothered by that, as I have spent most of my life in a similar situation. Not to mention that, quite often, the events that it forces upon us are... well. Ordeals.

But for some, a place like this may be the only place we can see some people close to us. People we may have lost. For others, this is the only place we could truly exist at all. Wonderland, despite having entire worlds to pick from, does seem fond of picking people who know each other, people within close-knit groups within those worlds.

I have met people, made relationships, and enjoyed experiences that I could not have ever had, otherwise. Despite all its faults... I am glad to have been brought here.
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[Wirt doesn't look good.

He's pale, and he's having a little trouble holding the camera steady. Too beat to stand, he's sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Thinking is hard and he doesn't want to send out this message at all, but he doesn't have a choice in the matter.
]

I...I need someone to do me a favor.

[It takes him a moment to summon up the nerve to keep going. He uses his free hand to pull his cape tighter around him.]

I need someone to look after my brother Greg. He's only six and I-I'm not-- I'm not good in a fight and I can't really protect anyone. [His voice hitches, his nerves failing him for moment.] I-I can't even protect myself, how can I--

[He can't do this. He pokes his arm out from under his cape and knots his fingers in his hair. The famous cone hat falls off. It takes him a second to collect himself again.]

I-I just. I need someone to come look after Greg, and I need someone to not-- n-not tell me I'm an idiot or dumb whatever for this because like I know that already and it doesn't change anything, so can someone please do that? Please? Please, I...I-I need...

[He shuts his eyes tight and rubs at them. This message is too hard to do without being that guy who cries on the network and he doesn't want to go down with that kind of reputation.]

...I-I need someone to look after him. I...I'm going to go once someone says they'll come. I don't want to leave him alone, but I c-- I. I...need to. Soon. ...Thank you.

[He rattles off their current address quickly and when he pulls the camera closer to shut it off, for a second viewers can see that his other arm is heavily bandaged and blood-stained. It's been hurting him, but he wasn't sure if anyone would come if they could see it, so he's been trying really to keep it out of frame.]
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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.]
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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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[Wonderland had a new landmark from that Mirror event. Minato thought he should take the time to go out and explore the new lake again. It was peaceful out here, and he liked that there were frogs and fish and those red water lilies. It was a different atmosphere than the beach and ocean.

But he did come out here for a reason too. He had already searched all the normal places within the mansion and around the grounds. Still nothing. Nothing had turned up. No sign or anything. He hadn't wanted to believe it, but he knew it was inevitable. Things like this were possible.

He finally settled himself in a rowboat and paddled his way to the middle of the crystal clear lake. It had been murky and cloudy the last time he had seen it. Then when he was ready, lying down in that boat and looking up at the sky, he sent out his message on the network.]


...

Stefan Salvatore has gone home.
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[Like everyone, Dipper looks a little different. When he speaks, it's calmly and confidently and with a certain quality that makes you want to actually sit up and listen. It is... dare I say, a speech worthy of a diplomacy 18 check.]

Hey everyone. Peridot already explained the setting, and I think I can explain the rest. Have you noticed everything feeling a little more... random than usual? Because the costumes, my new ears, the weapons I definitely shouldn't know how to use and sometimes do, and oh yeah, the part where I can do magic...

[He whirls around, sending some magic missiles at an injector drill. He grins.]

So. Cool. But yeah, besides the setting this definitely is coming straight out of a Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons game. I think it's from our world because this is exactly how I looked that time Grunkle Ford and I were transformed by [There's something weird about the wizard's name. Like he just can't quite remember what... ah. It's their missing word. Great. He forces out the only name he can think of in connection to the wizard, even though he knows it's not quite right. Definitely their world.] Probabilitizzle the Annoying.

So yeah, have fun! And if your actions start feeling weirdly more... random than usual? That's part of the fun. Never know when you're gonna crit fail or get a nat 38, right? Just try to keep all your HP and you'll be fine.

[ooc: responses will be coming from [personal profile] draziw!]

[video]

Jun. 18th, 2017 02:57 pm
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[personal profile] stereotypicaljock
[It's a particular day on this imaginary Wonderland calendar that's got Jason thinking about some of the family he's left behind. He misses his father like crazy, even though he's supposed to be old enough to handle that. It makes him think about how many little kids are running around Wonderland without families of their own. It's with them in mind that he addresses the network.]

Hey, guys. Where I'm from, today's a pretty big family day, and I was thinking that might get weird for some people. So I wanted to just get the word out.

[He ducks out of frame so the video is presenting the doorframe of the Youth Center as a visual aid.]

We're gonna make sure people are staffing the youth center all day today. So feel free to stop by if you could use a little extra company. We can play some games, or eat way too much ice cream, or sit around and talk. It's your call.

[Sometimes if a father can't be around, a big brother might do.]
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[Mae appears to be recording from within a well-constructed snow fort.]

Snow in June! This is the best event. Boy, right after that whole Mirror horrorshow, too. I guess Wonderland really can be okay sometimes, huh?

[She grins fiercely.]

Anyway, this is the only warning you're all gonna get--the bunny hill is mine. It's Mount Mae now and I'm the Queen. Maybe also the President. Both. I've got a castle and I'm working on making a flag. If you want to become a Mount Mae citizen, you'll have to undergo a test of loyalty. And in the meantime my borders are closed and any trespassing will be seen as an act of war. Invasion will be dealt with hastily with the gratuitous application of snowballs.

Though I'm open to trade agreements with fellow snow nations.

[She pauses.]

...Also, anyone who tries to tell me this is juvenile and I'm too old for this, I'm going to literally find a way to throw a snowball at you through your phone screen. I'll do it. I'll put rocks in them. Don't eff with me.


[ooc: feel free to put action threads here.]

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May. 29th, 2017 09:27 am
fancylad: (to forgive and forget)
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[A bright eyed eleven-year-old appears on the network, along with his politest smile. He gives a little wave, then clears his throat. Though he's not someone anyone would have seen before, being a new arrival, he doesn't look all that lost. In fact, with his little fancyboy clothes, he's clearly trying to give off a good impression.]

Hello, sirs and madams and, um, everyone else! I am Angus McDonald, my world's greatest detective. I've already done my part investigating Wonderland and its many, um, I guess you could call them features, but I thought I might like to interview some people. To, um, get a better idea of the details within the big picture. I just have a few questions to start:

Number one, who is the person who has been here the longest, and how long have they been here? Also, has anyone left that was here even longer than them? Lastly, my information on the Mirror side is lacking. Could I speak to anyone that has been over there?

[He gives a big cheesy grin to sign off.]

If anyone has any other interesting information that might help crack-- crack this place wide open, um, feel free to offer it! That is all! Thank you!
hearttheft: (swooshy sounds)
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[ Roughly the first hour of Akira’s Wonderland existence is spent holed up in a tea room, his dead cell phone abandoned for the new communicator and his expression a mask of mild but definite fascination. Some horror too - the UI on this thing could really use a rework - but Futaba, really? Ann? Morgana, you weren’t supposed to mow down the greenery. God knows what Yusuke got up to besides searching for new and magical pigments in highly dangerous places, Akira imagines.

Not that it seems that the Phantom Thieves are known here let alone feared or pursued by what approximates a police force. But his wincing is reflexive; everything in him wants to avoid attention after, well. What ended up happening. Limited browsing on the network indicates that people may not know and that advertising a trauma that might have been their fault wouldn’t be the wisest action ever.

So, introductions. Akira needs to get his hands on these reins again ASAP.
]

Sorry for the upset my friends might have caused last week. No invasions from outer space or otherwise will be happening. We come in peace.

I hope the hedge maze is okay, also. Those take a lot of time to grow. Related, I worry a bit that the belief that plants have feelings may take on a somewhat literal capacity in a place of magic like Wonderland is.

But for now you can call me Joker. Not the first and not the last new resident but one nonetheless. I’d like some recommendations on Wonderland-musts if it’s possible.

Please don’t say “dying.” I’m waiting on that one with any luck.


[ Is that enough for a gentleman thief to say? As for the rest of them… How does one convene a secret group of supernatural thieves while being both cryptic enough for protection and friendly enough to ward off the kind of unease that being cryptic evokes? ]

And finally, Phantom Thieves assemble?

[ Nailed it. ]
catchacold: :| (flake)
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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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May. 3rd, 2017 06:07 pm
naughty_nurse: (Fell Like A Net)
[personal profile] naughty_nurse
Hello, everyone. I'm sorry to be bothering you, you don't have to listen if you don't want to, it's not really important.

For any newcomers, my name is Mikan Tsumiki, and welcome to Wonderland.

I've been trying to work on a few issues I have, and I think one of the things that might help is the word "normal". I want to become more like a normal teenage girl. Normal teenage girls don't apologize for everything, and they don't cry over everything, and they don't need to be useful all the time.

All worlds are different, though, so one person's normal might be different than another. But that's okay! I want to try all options.


So, if you could please finish this sentence - "A normal teenage girl____"
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?
deadshapes: (cats have good balance)
[personal profile] deadshapes
[The feed opens with a view from the mansion roof, panning back and forth over the courtyard and gardens. Then it pans down, all the way to the ground.]

Yeesh, that's high up. It'd be cooler if it was on a cliff, though. If I was gonna have a castle, I'd put it on a cliff, so it could be all imposing and get struck by lightning and stuff. ...I mean, okay, I know this is more of a palace than a castle, but still.

[There's a pause, then a sigh.]

C'mon, Mae. You can't stall forever.

[The video turns around and reveals the face of the person recording. It's a cat girl! Only significantly less anime than some might expect. She's got blue-black fur, crazy orange eyes and a somewhat mangled right ear.]

[She smiles kind of weakly at the camera.]


Heeeey, so you've got like, FaceTime here, huh? Cool. Uh, so. I'm Mae? I don't know what I'm doing here? And I looked at some of the older posts on here, and I guess that's like...normal? Which doesn't really make me feel much better. It kind of actually makes me feel like I just woke up in an insane asylum. Mae's finally in the nuthouse! Right in the can of mixed nuts. I think I'd be a cashew. Which I guess isn't even a real nut, so.

[It's like a legume or something. Anyway.]

I read that--pamphlet thing? About dimensions and alternate realities and sci-fi horror movie crap. That's cool and all, but I think I'm just gonna treat this whole thing like a really effed up dream for awhile. Just, like, for the sake of my sanity. Okay? Okay.

...

Is there a pizza place around here at least?

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