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Jul. 2nd, 2017 09:15 pm
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How often should I expect to not be myself?

( Yes, hello. Helena's hoping that she's doing this right -- it's the first time that she's sent a message to the network at large )

I know that we frequently expect events, but not every one would turn me into a creature or... something else.

( She also doesn't know what most of those things from the last event were. Where's Pete or Claudia when you need them? They'd have had some ideas, she expects )

For as unpredictable as all of this is surely there's a proportion, or some pattern -- how frequently you've become something else compared to how often you've remained yourself. I don't believe in that many coincidences.


May. 7th, 2017 07:43 pm
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Seems once again I've been dropped off here. I tried to look back using our device to see how far long I was gone - about a month, I think. Interesting really... I was gone for about five months in my perspective. Some of the most eventful of my life.

[Considering he's dead, again, that's saying something.]

A question, for anyone who deigns to answer me: is there something you want badly enough that you would risk everything for it? A common theory about risk taking is that the greater the reward, the greater the risk to achieve it. Usually it's just applied to stocks and bonds, but it's true for all things. Therefore if you choose to risk everything for a single thing... what you want must be worth more than everything you risk.

I know my answer already, and I suppose I wonder if there are people like me. It's trite to think I'm the "only one" but no one ever seems willing to own up to the benefits of ambition. Ambition isn't a bad thing, but being humble seems... pretty pathetic honestly.
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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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[There's a familiar pair of rainboots and thick, colorfully pattered leggings, stripey legwarmers. Lots of squishy, muddy grass, still covered in patches of slushy snow. Coraline Jones is out strolling in the bleary weather, and sighs, grumbling.]

 Every year, I wish spring would just go ahead and really spring already. [She kicks in frustration at a pile of dirty slush, sending up a wet spray toward the garden flowerbeds.]

I guess it happens just like in the book, right? The card soldiers come and paint the roses red? But then what about all the other flowers?

They come up too, sooner or later... but it's kind of funny, I've never seen anybody planting them. [She wonders aloud thoughtfully, perhaps just longing for someone-anyone to talk to. Dustin's gone away, and she's restless as heck!] My dad writes for gardening catalogs and stuff, so I know how it's supposed to go. You'd put the bulbs down in the fall, and after the last snow melts, they all start to pop up. Crocuses, then daffodils, then tulips...

[She tilts the camera up wistfully, panning over the early-spring grounds. It looks like a really excellent season for mud pies, out here.]

My parents promised we'd plant something soon, at the new house, but I could be waiting around here for that to happen forever.

So what do you think? I want to start a part of the gardens that's just for me. With snapdragons and lupines and lots of pretty, colorful stuff. It's probably already too late to get started, but without a good project to start on, I think I might go a little nuts waiting for the weather to turn nice.

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Hello Wonderland! This is Dr. Pines speaking.

Out of curiosity, how many of you have been to different dimensions, not counting this one? Alternate worlds? Other parallel planes of existence? Or... engaged in any form of time travel, for that matter. How did you do it? Was it even on purpose, or by some fluke?

I myself spent three decades adrift in the multiverse. Fascinating stuff.


Stanley, Fiddleford--

--We need to dismantle the portal in the basement and we have to do it as soon as possible. I can't just let that thing sit around being dangerous.

Fiddleford and I should be able to take it apart with no problems, but Stanley, since you did push to have it built in the first place I thought it was only fair to tell you what I want to do.

[There's a brief, awkward pause, and then...]

I've hurt enough people with my recklessness.


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

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

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

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

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

[ooc: This is open to network responses and action!]
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[ Obviously a wrong turn was taken here somewhere, because as far as Rick knows, he was just in the middle of storming away from a campsite and heading for the woods. There's still woods here, of course, but it's not the woods he remembers last seeing.

In his experience, people don't just start walking in one direction only to wind up in another location entirely. So there's that particular problem to sort out. The other problem is figuring out where he is, who (and what) is around, and whether any of them can be trusted. It's not really ideal, using the phone that he's been given, because who knows who might be listening on the other end? But on the other hand, he doesn't have a lot of options here, so Rick pauses by a tree, fishes out the phone, and presses a button to turn it on. ]


[ It's the first word that comes out, but it's not the one he meant to say. He's not sure what to say, really, so he starts commenting about the phone. ]

How did you get this to work, anyway? We've tried before, tried with anything we had left or just came across, but they didn't work. Nothing works, not really. Not anymore.

[ Cars and things like that, of course, but not electronics. ]

And while we're talking about it, anyone know where we are?

[ Oh, he's read the brochure, of course. All that did is raise more questions. ]

Just saying we're in Wonderland isn't really all that specific, you know? And even if you don't know where this really is, it's just- Strange, 'cause last time I checked, I was with a group of people in Georgia.

[ Speaking of that, he decides to at least ask, thinking no harm will come of it. ]

One more question: anyone seen a woman named Lori or a boy named Carl?
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[Let's see how does Jolyne start addressing Wonderland? What's a good way to sum up what happened over the last few days, one that accurately conveys how pissed off she is about the whole thing? Oh wait, she's got it.]

Fuck Neverland.

[Not exactly the most tactful thing to throw out on the network, but if everybody's not thinking it right now with one wording or another, she'd be surprised.]

I don't know whose world that came from, but I hope you guys torched the place. I don't think I'll ever be able to watch the movie again now either, thanks Wonderland. Any other childhood classics I should expect to get ruined in the near future?

[She's trying to act cool about it, but she's just angry about the whole thing. Again. Just when she'd gotten used to events, something like this happens and it messes up the already uneasy acceptance of Wonderland she'd been trying to have.]

So I don't know about the rest of you, but I feel like venting, so I'll be outside if you guys need me. Probably over by the forest. Come say hi if you want to talk, I guess.

[Sure enough, she'll be out there. She's not going inside, but she's hanging around the entrance, using one of the trees as her sparring partner for now. She knows she could do this inside the mansion, but she doesn't want to be cooped up and pissed off. There was way too much of that back home.

But before she heads out there, she's got one more thing to say in this broadcast.]

And uh...if you stepped into any of the traps I set, I'm really sorry.

[Sorry probably isn't good enough for anyone who stumbled into a bunch of Dreamshade laced spikes, but she's not really sure what else to say there.]
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[There were days when Cami had been younger, more naive, that she might have liked to take a trip to Hogwarts. Of course, those days had been before vampires and witches and werewolves, much less Wonderland and all that world entails--and in its own way, that's fitting. During the event, she'd been a teenager again, one who'd seen her share of troubles but who also lived in an idealistic, carefree way, where her largest concerns revolved around her friends and her romance with a bad boy wizard who secretly had a heart of gold.

And then she wakes up.

It's hardly the first time she's gone through that morning after, when old memories reclaimed the place briefly stolen by fiction. As she opens her eyes and realizes she's alone, however, Cami sucks in a sharp gasp. That event, with all its innocence, has shown her something she knows she can never truly have. She's learned the truth about so many things, after all, since she'd first sat down to read the story of a boy wizard's magical journey. Vampires and werewolves and witches--and hybrids--are far more complicated than the world found within those pages.

She takes her time those first few days after the mansion restores itself. Cami gathers her composure and whispers into the silence of her room that it hadn't been his fault, because even when there are walls separating them she knows Klaus is listening. She reestablishes her routine because Cami has learned by now just how important that is for her when it comes to orienting herself after one of the more involved memory-altering events.

There is one part of her day missing, however. Even before Hogwarts, Cami has sent out a message to her regular patients that she's taking a vacation of sorts. She needs time for herself because more and more she's noticing the advice she gives, the effort she takes aren't having their intended effect. Something has shifted, because of the arrival of the Mikaelsons or simply due to her own tenure in Wonderland, or some combination of the two. Now, she sits in her office, tapping the table next to her phone, but doesn't turn the video on as she might on other occasions.

This isn't a broadcast she wants to make using her own face, or voice, or name.

Of course, at least one of those concerned would recognize her identity, despite the steps Cami takes to make it anonymous. She almost locks the post away from him, then opts not to, then changes her mind yet again. In some ways she knows it isn't fair to ask about this but not go to Klaus directly--yet that's exactly what makes her uncertain. Cami isn't blind, after all, nor unaware of the world she lives in back home. She might even be able to put some of the pieces herself together if she wanted to.

She doesn't want to.

In the end, she doesn't hide the text from anyone, although she doesn't claim it as her own either. She's not ready for that on such a public scale, even if she needs to ask the question. For all that she tries to do, Cami's never really been the first one to ask for help herself--not when it comes to her own problems.]

[[Anonymous Text Post]]

Do you ever think about the life you haven't lived yet?

One of the things about being in Wonderland is that your "time" doesn't continue while you're here. I think most of us know it and generally accept it. But other people from your same world can be pulled in, and for them, you've kept living. Your life has gone on, in ways you haven't experienced yet. They know your joys, your sorrows, your heartaches.

Meanwhile, for you, all those things are just part of the great "to be." Instead, you've been living here, in a world forgotten by everyone except those people within it. You might have made friends, maybe enemies. Maybe lovers. There's a chance you've found a job somewhere, or even started a service of your own, or picked up a dozen new hobbies. But however you fill it, the minutes and the hours and the days go by--and then it's months. Years. You have a life here. You're a different person.

And then someone shows up. Someone you're close to, that you care about. They're here, and you're so happy, that at first, you don't really see it. Or maybe you do, and you just pretend. But it's there, every time they look at you. Something strange in their eyes that you can't define. That you don't want to. Something that's part of that future you haven't lived through yet, that you haven't wanted to know because knowing means you carry the weight of it. Everything you learn here, you're burdened by, because you can't change it once we leave. Good, bad, whatever. It will be, and knowing about it, dissecting it, taking apart all the choices and the causes that made it happen?

Won't change a damn thing.

So what do you do? Because this person is here, and you want them to be. You want them to be in your life, but at the same time? If they look at you that way, even once more, you think it might really drive you mad. You want to fix it, whatever it is, but you can't. You want to know, but you don't. You suspect, but asking for the truth just makes it real.

Is it fair? To them, to you. Can any approach to this be considered "right?"

And what does it change about who you are now, in this place?

[[End of Anonymous Text Post.]]

[Once it's done, Cami sits back in her chair, surveying the empty office. It isn't just the future she's concerned about, but identity itself. She would have been, even if Hogwarts hadn't brought the question into sharp relief, but it has--it's shown her just who she might be, what she might enjoy had she come from a different world. If Klaus had as well.

She knows she needs to decide just what to do about that complicated mess, but there's more to her life than just her relationships from home. For the better part of a year, she'd lived on her own in Wonderland, the sole representative of her version of New Orleans, or even that particular earth. She's not the same Camille O'Connell who arrived in the tunnels almost two years before (three counting the one she'd gone back home) because she's not untouchable. She's been so focused on trying to "help," other people, and now Cami thinks she understands why.

Because when Hogwarts first faded, her instinct had been to get on the network, and reopen her office with some speech about altered identity--because then she wouldn't have to think so hard about her own.

A few hours go by between her first transmission and the next. This time, however, she's on the video, a small smile on her lips that speaks more of apology than confidence.]

[[Video Post]]

Hi, all. My name is Cami O'Connell, for those of you that don't know me, and I run the therapist office on the sixth floor.

[Now the hard part. She takes in a breath, and lets it out.]

I've been thinking a lot about how I've been living in Wonderland lately. I've wanted to believe I've held myself together with dignity most times--but that isn't true. I'm more than just my self-appointed purpose, and I think somewhere along the way, I forgot that. I wanted to be my profession so much, I pushed aside the rest of it. It's been a great way not to deal, but this is Wonderland, and I'm human. There's only so many times I can be hit before the cracks begin to show.

I've...died here. [She drops her gaze momentarily, although the pain of that has largely faded in the time since. She's never admitted it this way, this publicly.] I've seen people I care for die. I've seen others broken. I've felt the helplessness of realizing my mind has been toyed with. My relationships, my memories, my life--everything I am. And I guess through all of that, I thought if I could hold on to one thing, make that consistent, I could rise above it all. But when that becomes a singular goal, it's easy to forget the real reasons why I chose to be what I am--and why I was good at it.

[Why she can still be, if Cami gets her priorities straight. She huffs out a small laugh, her voice softening for a moment.]

Wow. It almost feels like I'm at confession.

Anyway. For those of you who've seen the less dignified version of me, I'm sorry. For those of you who have trusted me, thank you. And for those of you willing to accept a flawed, ordinary human as a therapist, I'm going to start keeping office hours again, starting now. Feel free to knock, or leave a message, and we can set up an appointment. Sixth floor, room twenty. I'm here to listen if people want someone to talk to.

That's all.

[[End of Video Post]]

[[ooc: So there are two broadcasts! The first one is an anon text post and the second is a video post. Feel free to respond to either; just let me know which! Cami's replies to the first will be all text, all anon unless otherwise noted.]]
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[John decided he's just stay away from the network for a while after getting shouted down for arming children. In retrospect, he should've done a little more intensive background on the kids here, but that would've been bordering on creepy. And there's nothing wrong with guns anyway, you're all terrible.

But regardless of guns and kids, he's back today. Not with lessons, but questions, snooping like the other old farts around here love to do.]

what's magic like where you're from? does it exist? is it more fucking witches making people's teeth fall out or goddamn fairy dust and unicorns? does anyone come from a place with magic like Wonderland?

most importantly: does the magic from your world work here?
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[this was in no way a good event for Peridot. oh, it had started out well enough, resistances, rebellion, standing up for the little guy, but it had all been wrong, and there for a brief moment, she was something she wasn't supposed to be. not in a metaphorical sense either. in a very real, very horrifying sense.

and then it was over. and she was back to being a gem, as if it had never happened, and was she supposed to forget that? forget that form, that body when she could remember it clearly. this is probably not bothering anyone else, but it's bothering her, and she isn't sure how to bring it up or discuss it or anything.

so she goes to her own stand-by... being bitter.]

Log Date... [she pauses, suddenly realizing she has no idea what the date even is anymore, and then goes on.] Undated Log zero-dash-zero-dash-one.

This is a public transmission from Peridot. Full designation "Peridot Facet-2F5L Cut-5XG," a gem formerly of Homeworld and currently of Earth. Allied with the Crystal Gems. [a snort escapes her- the sound pained] See that's the important word there- Gem. That's what I am. I can deny and change my intended purpose until my form dissipates, but I can't stop being a gem, am I right?

[another noise, this one more pained than the last.] As the last few days will attest, I am not right. At all. It seems whatever machinations Wonderland has in place cannot only take our memories, toy with our minds and sense of reality, and keep us locked on this miserable planet that's a poor copy of Earth, but it can also change our entire make-up on a whim. And who's to say it has to change us back? Are there people who've been stuck like this? [her voice rises, hysterical in pitch] Is this why there's a lizard that talks?? I've never seen a lizard that can speak on Earth! They just crawl around and do things with their tongues! I know, because I followed one around for most of an Earth cycle once out of sheer boredom! Maybe he was once a human, and Wonderland decided, "Why don't I just make him a lizard? It'll be great!"

[she stops mid-rant, unsure of where she was even going with this. she's fine. it's okay. she just... needed to vent about it. publicly. now the healing can begin?


Talking about what makes you feel bad is supposed to make it go away, right? Why isn't it working?

[maybe because that isn't at all talking about it, Peri.]
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[Somebody with actual expertise in these matters should probably say something, so Regina puts yelling at Henry on pause to grab her device and make a hurried broadcast.]

Everything Henry said about the Sleeping Curse is true, especially the part about True Love's Kiss. It's the most powerful magic in our world, and it can break almost any curse.

[Well, it can break any curse but as usual, there's loopholes galore sometimes.]

As for the curse itself, it won't cause any harm on its own but... I don't know if it will work the same here, but there's a chance there might be an epidemic of nightmares after this. It traps a person's soul in the Netherworld where they're forced to endlessly dream about their own regrets, and for some time after being woken up, they can experience nightmares of being trapped back there again.

They'll fade with time, but until then, there isn't much to be done.

[Especially since the only amulet that can afford a person a measure of control is back in Storybrooke.]

And don't worry, I'll be making sure this never happens again.
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under the cut: bruce/henry. post cut: network post. )

[Well, he’s going to be grounded for the rest of his natural life. Convenient that none of his family will fall under the curse because they’re all immune. After thinking about it, all he can do is address Wonderland en masse.]

Uh. Hi. So. You guys may have...noticed people falling asleep and some purple smoke?

[Deep breath.]

It’s called a sleeping curse. And it’s from my world. It’s not supposed to go through the air like this though. It’s like the curse from Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, if you have those in your world. Poison apple, prick of a spindle or a needle...

...The only way to wake someone up
[and BOY IS HE SORRY ABOUT THIS] is true love’s kiss. But that doesn’t have to mean a romantic person. It can be a spouse or significant other but it can also be a sibling, parent, best friend. If you love that person, it should work. Otherwise...they’re just asleep. That’s all.

[And he has no idea how to wake them up.]

I think since we are in Wonderland and it only likes things to be temporary, the whole thing will end in at most a couple days. And if not I’ll work with everyone I can here to make it better. I’m...I’m really sorry? I was just trying to show one person how magic and science work together.

[Bruce chimes in with some more practical suggestions, not ignoring Henry’s apology but not addressing it yet either.]

If you find anyone lying around in strange and random places, it might be for the best to get them somewhere safe. Either their own bedroom, or we can make use of one of the empty rooms here for everyone. It might be better to have someplace where it’s easier to keep an eye on everyone, especially if it takes any longer than a day or two for this to pass.

In the meantime, I’ll be looking into a way to fix this.
[A way that’s not a kiss, anyway.] Any scientists and magic users are more than welcome. We could use the help, I think.

[ooc: feel free to have people react to either Bruce or Henry on the network post, action tag them in the lab, and of course, use this post as gathering for all your rping needs! The lab portion with Bruce and Henry was not broadcast to the mansion. You're more than welcome to create your own posts. For more info on this plot, including the duration, see this post. blue - henry, green - bruce.]

012 | Video

Jul. 5th, 2016 06:53 pm
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I don't suppose anyone's given any more thought to what happened before we were all forced to trick or treat.

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

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

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

Or you've simply given up, and decided to ignore it. Can't say that would surprise me either, though it's a bit disappointing. Here I was hoping you'd all provide some sort of entertainment by accusing and turning on each other. But no, I suppose that's really just too much to ask, isn't it?
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[Jane has yet to address the mansion at large. Sarah and Kurt both have, and people seem to do it all the time, so today, as she sits cross-legged in the garden, she turns on her video feed. The only tattoo visible for now is the bird on her neck. Briefly, the tattoos on her hand can be seen as she tucks hair behind her ear before speaking.]

My name is Jane and I've been here for a little over three weeks now. What I've learned, other than everything people have told me about Wonderland, is that most everyone has something difficult happening back home. I don't think anyone I met came from a quiet moment. But, because everyone's from such different places and because...everyone has a story, I have a question. And I hope it's not too personal; no one has to reply, or you can reply privately, but um...

[She frowns a little, looking down for just a second before continuing.]

What's the worst thing you've ever done, that someone still forgave you for? And if that person...if you think they cared for you, do they still?

[Maybe she's just looking for some hope in her own situation, and she waits, biting at her thumbnail idly.]
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( this is far from his first "event" in Wonderland, but somehow that doesn't make it any easier. he's seen a lot of demented creatures in his lifetime, that simply happens when you're as old as he is. he's not interested in sticking around to let them gnaw on him, and he's got a very good escape route to get away from the madness. )

Listen. I don't know what these things are, but I'm willing to bet they can't swim. If you can get to the docks, we're taking off in under an hour.

( he doesn't know most of the people trapped here, but he's not heartless. his ship could get rather cramped, but when it's life or death on the line, he'll take anyone who wants the shelter. )

If you damage my ship you'll be fixing it yourself. Worry less about what you're bringing and more about getting here safely.

( that's it, that's the message; he probably won't talk too much to anyone that responds, other than to answer questions. )

When the man says an hour, he really means it. As soon as everyone pertinent is aboard, including some individuals he wasn't exactly expecting (a friend of the people he cared about was good enough to grant passage), the ship sets sail. It's easier to get The Jolly Roger moving when there's more than just one person running about her decks. Don't know how to sail? Well, get ready for a crash course lesson, because all hands on deck.

After that, it's more or less a waiting game. There's a barrier to protect the ship and after that, it's up to the people aboard to keep themselves entertained. There's more food than one would expect, between the pirate and the stores people brought along. One can expect to eat, though perhaps not eat well. When it's survival on the line, though, do you have any room to complain?

There's not a great deal to keep one entertained, though. There are hammocks to sleep in in the crew quarters, a deck to walk and places to explore. The captain's quarters are very much so off limits and if he finds you there he'll be displeased. There are a few games, trinkets, things here or there. Maybe you can get some lessons in sailing or swordsmanship while you're aboard... Make the most of it, because it's hard telling how long you'll be stuck on the steadily rocking decks.

( ooc: use this post as desired for ship shenanigans! if you want the pirate involved in an action, please say so in the title! otherwise use it as an open to interact with each other as you see fit. )
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[voice ~ ota]
[This isn’t the first time Freya is woken up to find her world changed, but she had thought she had put this part of her life behind her. She’s also super annoyed because she’s supposed to be saving her dumb family right now, but apparently she can’t ever have what she wants. Story of Freya’s life.

This is not where she’s supposed to be but she’s too paranoid to place that on the network right away. She buys her time, explores, gets to know things, and after finding her way to a bar for a big girl drink, while she’s sitting there, swirling the straw in her hand, she opens the device and decides to test the waters. She speaks calmly and clearly, but doesn’t show her face quite yet.]

So. Instead of demanding information I'm sure you've all shared a thousand times before, I’d prefer to keep things interesting. If you all don’t mind indulging the curiosity of someone who so rarely finds themselves in a place that is quite so … eclectic, I think I’d like to know more about where you all are from.

Granted, there are many variables that make up different worlds, so let’s not let ourselves get carried away. Beginning with one topic would probably suffice, so I’ve chosen the one that I know best.

[You can almost hear the smirk as she speaks.]

Let’s talk magic.

[action ~ the bar ~ for cami o'connell, but ota]
[The reason she chooses the bar, rather than the safety of her assigned room to make that particular announcement is that she does need someone to explain this world to her and as far as she can tell, there is only one person she knows and trusts here. She would rather hear it straight from Cami, getting potentially conflicting information from strangers.

(She's aware that she's fortunate Cami was there at all - she might have had no choice but to rely on the kindness of strangers - but for how she's choosing not to think about being trapped, alone, in a world she doesn't understand. It's bad enough that her siblings aren't here and she seems to be trapped here indefinitely.)

So there she is, perched on a bar stool like she belongs there, and waiting for Cami to make her appearance. That being said, she's not completely unfriendly, so if you wish to chat her up, she'll be more than happy to talk to you.]
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I'll be honest, I don't know how all of you are living here.
Not existing, I don't need an explanation for that. I just...

[She's trapped by a future that hasn't happened yet. Hook doesn't have to tell her she's gone dark for her to know he was thrown by the fact that she wasn't. If there's going to be a fight, she's going to lose. In his future, she's the Dark One.

And to have it not happen just because she's here, when she doesn't know why, or for how long, or what this place wants out of her is maddening.]

I feel like I'm waiting for someone to flip the switch and send me back to my life. And I don't know whether to want that because it's mine or to want this because it could always be worse.

[She could be the person Hook thought she was. And eventually, she will be.]
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[When the feed clicks on, at first all it shows is a view of Regina and Robin's room; it's tidy, but there's touches of both of them visible and a large chemistry set in the background. Soon, the device is jostled as someone picks it up and Regina comes into view. For once, she doesn't look like her entire world is awful forever, instead, she looks remarkably happy.]

Wonderland. [That's it. That's your greeting.] Recent developments, both here and at home, have reminded me of the pressing need to figure out a solution to our little memory problem.

[Unfortunately, her own missing memories are back home trapped in a dreamcatcher...]

So, if you come from a land with magic, I'd like to talk to you.

[Regina reaches down to turn off the device, before she stops. Her smile warms again before she speaks.]

Before I go, I want to let everybody know that there'll be another wedding in the near future. Robin Hood and I are getting married.

[So everybody can expect another giant party. The feed clicks off after that.]
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( after the brusqueness of his arrival, it takes a little bit to get to using the network. he wasn't expecting to dig in his pockets and find a new variety of talking phone, all right? who even knew that it's possible to have more than one kind of talking phone?

once he finds it and figures out what it's for, his first move is probably a predictable one. he looks tired and maybe a little sick as he addresses Wonderland, still dressed in whatever he was wearing when he poofed back from Camelot, but his mind is on different things. )

How do I get out of here?

( that's it. short and to the point. too bad he's not getting out. )
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Good thing that's over.

[Zelena's doing her best to look completely unimpressed and like she didn't spend the majority of the Christmas season in a dungeon or dealing with goblins when she wasn't trapped in the already mentioned Krampusjail.]

In fact, between this year and last year, I'm rather glad we didn't have nonsense like this where I come from.

[There's probably not Christmas in Oz. If anything, there's probably some sort of horrible holiday called Zelenamas.]

But still, I don't suppose anyone's seen that horrid creature around, have they? I'm assuming he's disappeared with the rest of the...well, I suppose everything except the snow, but I'd certainly like to return the favor if it hasn't.

[...maybe she should've said which creature she meant.]
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That's one hell of a welcoming committee.

[So far, all Ewaymas has offered her is more of the same; another opportunity to run for her life, courtesy of a flesh-eating wendigo. Getting the lay of the land had been a good idea until that thing showed up while she was out in the forest. The result is a breathless savior talking through panted breaths. She might not know what's going on here, but she doesn't like it.

Then again, getting trapped in another realm is never really a pleasant experience for her, and she's done it a few of times now.]

I'm guessing all of you can see me.

[It's a shaky image; she's still moving, rushing around to avoid something she's already outrun. You might be able to catch her as she heads into the mansion, slowing her pace just enough to avoid a collision with anyone who she might run into now that she's indoors.]

My name is Emma Swan, and I'm from a town called Storybrooke. If that means anything to you, I need you to say something. [Honestly, she doesn't even know what the hell to hope for. She doesn't want her family involved in this. They spend more time falling through portals than they do safe at home. If she has to take this on by herself, she will.

All she needs now is confirmation; if they're where they're supposed to be, then this is about finding a way home. A portal, a magic bean, anything that gets her back to the moment she was pulled away from. ]
... If it doesn't, and you know a way out of here, that would help, too.

[ooc: Feel free to catch her wandering through the mansion if you want to see her in person.]


Nov. 16th, 2015 10:23 am
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[ The video feed opens with the scene of Simon perched on the bar down in the Bar, one foot swinging absently beneath him as he gives the feed a familiar cheeky grin. ]

Good mornin', Wonderland. You all still in one piece out there? Other than the people who're still regulars at the bar, I've been out of touch a bit. Jo's been keeping me busy, but we're down to almost a month now before the big day. I've been firmly told I'm not allowed to start panicking yet either. Guess I'll save it till just before, yeah?

Anyway, we'll probably be holding the night of New Year's Eve hostage for some of you, but don't worry, we promise to make it up to everyone by throwing the most wicked New Years celebration party afterwards in... compensation? Apology? [ He pauses to scratch his head, still looking more mischievous than apologetic. ] That's probably not the right word. Oh well. You know what I mean.

Almost decided to throw a bachelor party up here one of these nights, but Jo nixed all the ideas I could come up with for entertainment for it. Alas. [ He's not exactly looking all that apologetic for that either, for that matter.]

Ah well, this was mostly me taking a minute to check in with people, since the bar and the gym and the wedding have been keeping me too busy to poke my nose in places. [ Oh, and the recent string of events, of course. Although they haven't been making him feel very social, which is impressive actually. Also potentially worrisome. ] Let me know if I've missed anything important, yeah?

Private to Michonne )

Private to Ellie )
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Hello Wonderland.

[Oh look it's Zelena and she actually looks happy to be here. That's new. Her outfit looks new too, but that's only because she's bothered to put it on again to cause problems for a few people today.]

Sorry to disappoint anyone who thought I was gone for good, but I thought I'd sit back and let things play out for a while instead of announcing my return to everyone here. And I am rather disappointed, to tell you truth. Really, whatever I missed out on must've been rather distracting because to find out I don't even warrant some sort of ridiculous proclamation like that idiotic story you all seem so familiar with was a rather rude awakening.

[In other words, really? No ding dong the witch is dead or anything like that? And yes, she's quite aware that everything she's said is just opening the door for people to annoy her and tell her that yes, she's rather unimportant in the scheme of things. Which is still going to get on her nerves, but it's not important.]

Then again, for some of you, can't say it really surprises me. After all, there are far far worse places to be than Wonderland, aren't there?
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I'm sure some of are you wondering what that was, [Regina's just gonna get right into it, skipping any formality since the mansion just spent the last couple days tearing itself apart. She also sticks to audio because there's a time and a place for explaining her sudden appearance change, and it's not right now.] or whose fault it was.

[At least, she knows she'd like to know who to blame if it had happened to her.]

It was the Spell of Shattered Sight, and it came from my world. A woman named Ingrid cast it on us so we'd kill each other, something that happened in a matter of hours as opposed to days.

[It wouldn't be a 'Regina owns up to an event' post without snide commentary on the effects. Also nobody actually died in Storybrooke but details.]

Fortunately, once you've been affected by the spell, it can't work on you again. I doubt it'll ever be a problem again, but you never know with Wonderland.

[Also yes, that's her admitting she was immune the whole time. The feed clicks off after that, hope you weren't looking for an apology.]
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[Dipper is in front of the camera, fidgeting with it. For once, he’s not dressed in his usual vest and hat. Instead, he’s got a bandana tied over his head and a pirate outfit to complete the look. As he draws back, joining Mabel, it’s clear why. They’re standing on the Jolly Roger.]

Okay, it’s recording. Hi guys! [He waves, grinning awkwardly. But he is grinning, which is pretty different from how he’s been lately.]

[Mabel’s dressed similarly to her brother in an outfit a little less… sweater-y than her average attire. Though let’s be real there is probably a smattering of glitter on that giant hat she’s wearing.

Okay, it’s more than a smattering. every time she shakes her head, you can see the glitter fall down on her shoulders. it’s possible she went a little overboard.]

It’s me Mabel! And Dipper. [she grabs her brother’s shoulders and tugs him into a one-armed hug, smiling for the camera.] And today’s our thirteenth birthday… Sort of. I’m not sure if it counts if time doesn’t really move here, but if we don’t count it, we could never have another birthday party while we’re in Wonderland and that’s just terrible. We’re birthday experts! You’d be bereft!

[That’s definitely some glitter falling down on Dipper now. He makes a face, wiping his shoulder idly, but he’s been Mabel’s brother long enough to know that this is not a battle he can win. He is doomed to be slightly glittery as well. This is just going to happen.]

We are. It’s a twin thing. We’ve had a lot of shared birthdays to master the art. [He grins, glancing over at Mabel. As far as he’s concerned, it definitely counts. He might sort of be stuck at 12, here, but he doesn’t have to admit that. He wants to grow up.] Plus, we’re now officially teenagers, and that’s worth celebrating. Pirate style!

That’s why we’ve borrowed- or whatever the pirate-y term is- this ship! [she flails her arms wildly, barely missing taking Dipper out with her pinwheeling, which just goes to show you how good they are at anticipating one another’s weird habits.] And you’re all invited. Unless you’re a jerk. You know who you are. [her expression darkens a little as she glowers into the camera.


you know who you are.


Including any pirates who happen to own this ship! Um, sorry about commandeering [He gives Mabel a smirk because that’s the piratey word.] your ship. But it seemed pretty appropriate for a pirate birthday party to not ask permission. Have some cake?

[He grins again, holding up a paper plate with a slice of cake on it. There’s a tiny plastic pirate sword in it. They’ve got this party stuff down.]

[ooc: Takes place right after the event ends! Dipper and Mabel can both reply, or you can go straight to the party!]


Aug. 18th, 2015 02:02 pm
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[There's a wave to start. Look at how friendly she is.]

Hello, Wonderland. If you do not know me, I am Helena. Things were...not good before, no? I think we should be cheered up.

I discover my friend Robin Hood has not seen he is also a cartoon fox by the same name. And so, we will watch this movie and enjoy many popcorns and sodas.

[Has she informed Robin of this? Questionable. (No.)]

It will be watched in room five-nine on first floor. You may bring snacks if you wish.

If you do not know Robin, he is very famous man. There are many books and movies of him, but none as good as cartoon fox.

You are all invited for Friday at seven at night.

[She waves again.]

Goodbye for now.
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[As a person who likes to be organized, Cami comes prepared with a list when she sets up her broadcast for the network. There’s a lot that’s happened lately, events readily apparent to all and other things that might have gone unnoticed in all the chaos. She wears a tired smile when she turns on the video, one that’s far closer to resigned than happy.]

Hey all. I just wanted to let everyone know, it looks like Elijah and Kol Mikaelson have both been sent back home, along with Hayley Marshall. [She hesitates, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. There had something left behind, but it’s not anything she wants the public at large to know about—the fewer people who know just what Papa Tunde’s blade can do, the better.

Looks like even outside of New Orleans, Cami has ended up the caretaker of mystical objects.

But beyond that, it means that Cami stands as the last resident of New Orleans as she knows it. It’s strange to think about, given the number of them around when she first arrived. No doubt there would be people happy to see that group gone, but for Cami, it means that now she’s alone.]

I’m sorry to anyone who was friends with them here. There have been a few disappearances lately, which doesn’t make anything else we’ve all gone through any easier. So just as a reminder, I’ve got a therapy office in room twenty on the sixth floor. It doesn’t have to be official or formal; even if you just want to come up and talk for a while, I’m more than happy to listen, and everything will be kept private.

[She glances down, mentally checking off the items from her list before looking towards the phone again.]

I’d also like to start putting together group therapy sessions, for those interested. Sometimes sharing experiences with people who have gone through something similar can provide a source of strength and understanding you might not find in a one-on-one talk. The first one I’d like to set up is for people who have died and come back; it’s an unthinkable form of trauma, and one modern psychology hasn’t exactly expanded to cover. I was thinking we could meet on Wednesday around 4; my office can fit a decent sized group, but there are also empty rooms close by if we need to move some place larger. Anyone interested in attending should remember that what goes on in group stays within the meeting. Kind of like Vegas, except without the gambling.

And that doesn’t have to be the only group therapy topic, by the way. If anyone has anything they might be interested in discussing, just let me know and I’ll make the announcement. [She’s serious about the whole confidentiality thing. Cami is very aware of her role, especially in the wake of an event where mercy killing became a very real thing. She can only hope people might take her up on one of the offers, or even reply to dismiss their own needs and give her a chance to talk to them in the process.]

That’s about it for now. I’ll be in my office for a while yet if anyone wants to stop by. Just knock and I’ll answer, provided I’m not talking to anyone else just then.

[With that she reaches forward, seemingly ending the feed--but only for one person. To the majority of the mansion the picture carries on, but she's set up a filter to keep Wirt from watching the part that comes next.]

[Filtered from Wirt]

Actually, there's one more thing. Obviously the majority of us have experienced events where the mansion alters our basic personality, but--is there anything else that might do that outside of those events?

[Since they're just coming off of a trip to Abel, she doesn't think Wonderland is responsible for what she saw in the library the other day. Wirt's personality change had been drastic to say the least, and given her experience with such things in the past--

Cami's very concerned.

But with that asked, she ends the public broadcast feed in favor of sending out individualized messages. There are any number of people she wants to check on in the wake of that event, not to mention certain other posts that have gone up since then. She'll stay in her office long enough to send them, plus a few hours in case anyone wants to take her up on the offers. Then after a break, she'll go to the bar to pull a shift, plus hopefully have another important conversation.]

Private to Sam Yao )

Private to Maxine Meyers )

Private to Billy Kaplan )

Private to Simon Lauchlan )


Jul. 24th, 2015 02:21 pm
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[ Robin generally prefers spending his time outdoors, when the weather and circumstances allow for it, of course. The forest isn't always the most hospitable environment, but in an explicable and inescapable way, it will always be home, no matter where he happens to be. When he's doing target practice, though, he tends to keep to the gardens, especially if he's teaching others, as it's much safer that way. Unless he's hunting, and then he ventures further into the forest.

But though he's been teaching a few friends how to handle a bow, Robin's been considering making an offer to the network at large. The more prepared everyone is, the better. Given what's just happened with the rips, it seems more imperative now than ever. ]

I was wondering how many others here in Wonderland know how to wield a bow?

[ He's boasted to many people before that his arrow never misses its mark, and he's tempted to playfully declare that very same thing now, but he tempers himself, not wanting to put off anyone who doesn't know him and his penchant for cheekiness. He's not really cocky, just...confident. ]

If you're not familiar with using one, would you perhaps like to learn? I have years of practice, I'm quite skilled, and I'd enjoy the chance to help others who might want to learn, either for fun or in defense. Especially in Wonderland and given what's happened recently, one can never be too careful or prepared.


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