singloversing: Two Birds - Regina Spektor (And I'm sorry)
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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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::The video feed turns on. Asgore is in it. He is sitting next to a... Christmas... tree... which he has apparently put up in his room. For some reason. And he is wearing a very Ugly Christmas Sweater. The absolute worst.::

So! Because it is almost Christmas time, I was wondering if anyone other than Monsters celebrates this special holiday. It is a time when Monsters exchange gifts with friends and family, and decorate trees, such as the Christmas Tree which I have behind me.

::He pans the camera over to get a look at what appears to be a very average Christmas tree; he must have asked for 'generic Christmas Tree decorations' from the closets or something. It has lights and balls and tinsel and non-religious bauble at the top. He keeps the camera on the tree instead of on himself for the rest of the video's duration.::

I thought that if you wanted to, you could share what you were hoping for for Christmas this year. I always enjoy a new necktie bottle of Stetson cologne shaving kit new kind of tea. Who knows, you may be visited by Santa and he will bring you what you want.

::The video feed cuts off::
drummeintheface: (They're short and stout)
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GUYS. THIS IS A GOOD ONE.

[Greg is right up in the camera's grill again. Somebody needs to teach him webiquette at some point.]

I can do magic again! And I'm short! And I've got furry feets!

[He puts the camera down against something so he can show off. The height isn't probably noticeable to most people, as he's about the same height he was before-- which was already pretty short. He does indeed have furry feet, though, and with a wave of his hand, he summons some light, low-hanging fog that quickly makes it difficult to see him as he thinks of yet another cool thing he wants to show and tell:]

Oh! And I got this coolio slingshot! It's made of gold which is also a rock! And that's a rock fact!

[As the fog dissipates, Greg's tapping his chin with the slingshot. He doesn't seem to see the figure that's looming a few yards behind him.]

Hmm. Maybe I can get a baby Rock Facts Rock and bring him home with me. This is where they come from, right?

[The figure slowly extends a sneaking vine towards Greg, moving inch by inch. Greg shrugs, his mind on more important things.]

Well, maybe later. I gotta figure out what other magic I can do!

[And so Greg steps forward to turn off his device. Just as the feed ends, the viewer can see the vine creeping along the ground behind him, intent on tangling around his ankles.

[video]

Jun. 18th, 2017 02:57 pm
stereotypicaljock: (let's go there together)
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[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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I thought this would be of use for those unaware of the story - and there do seem to be a lot of you. (No judgement. Or not much anyway.

He begins to read, beginning with Chapter One - Down the Rabbit-Hole. Chapter Two - The Pool of Tears, Chapter Three - A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale, Chapter Four - The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill, Chapter Five - Advice from a Caterpillar, Chapter Six - Pig and Pepper, Chapter Seven - A Mad Tea-Party, Chapter Eight - The Queen's Croquet-Ground, Chapter Nine - The Mock Turtle's Story, Chapter Ten - The Lobster Quadrille, Chapter Eleven - Who Stole the Tarts? and Chapter Twelve - Alice's Evidence follow. When Ciel finishes, he closes the book in his lap and smiles thinly, without humor.)


I cannot say any of it offers comfort or insight, but it is a beginning to those who are new and those who are unaware that Wonderland is, indeed, a story first and foremost.
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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. ]

video

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!

Audio

May. 24th, 2017 10:22 am
singloversing: Into the Ocean - Blue October (Let the rain of what I feel right now)
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Um...Hi. Wirt here. I-I have a quick question?

[Video is too much pressure for just a quick, awkward question, so it's just Wirt's stammering voice today.]

So, like. A-A lot of us got robbed, right? That wasn't just me? A-And that's definitely happened before, another time they crossed over, so like...

[Deep breath. You can do this, Wirt.]

...What do they do with all our stuff? Does anyone know? Is there just like, a pile of it over there like a very strange dragon hoard or something?

text

May. 22nd, 2017 02:37 am
rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry: (sad and alone)
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d-does any one have any um... regular tape....

the closet has given me.....

duct tape,
electrical tape,
masking tape,
packing tape,
painter's tape,
a book on tape,
and double-sided tape
and a lot more kinds of tape i don't know the name of....

but i need regular tape

also does anyone know how to put together.... a book that the pages have been torn out of....

or how to.... reknit a scarf.....

or.... or.....

i'm sorry.....

[ video ]

May. 22nd, 2017 12:20 am
finewithhalf: (in trouble AGAIN?)
[personal profile] finewithhalf
[Okay, fine. The whole "assaulted and used as a hostage to torment someone else" routine was kind of traumatizing she guesses. But the aftermath of it has been so much worse. Why don't people talk about how much the healing process sucks? Everything is itchy and annoying. And now people are gossipping about a lake.

Recovery is dumb. It's dumb enough that Maya's gone to the network with the webcam on full blast, even though she's fairly obviously propped up in bed with her arm in a sling and patches of bruising smattered across her visible skin. Everyone's probably like this. And if they aren't, then something's wrong and horribly unfair.]


Hey, so is anyone else going kind of stir-crazy? Medical lockdown's pretty much the worst and I'm probably gonna punch someone if I don't talk to someone soon.

So come on. What'cha got? Extra points if you don't say anything about current events or mirror-anything.
rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry: (leans against sound board)
[personal profile] rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry
[The video is posted in the dead of the night. It opens to wonderland's resident ghost monster, fiddling with the camera the screen turns black, falling forward]

oh...

[the camera is lifted and wedged more tightly into position, but the ghost is horrifically out of focus]

hi, um.... this is napstablook... um...

i wrote a song about a month or two ago and i've been working on it for a while.... i was thinking....

um... i finished it if you want to listen... uh, click away if you don't, that's fine too....

[they hit a few buttons on their computer, and the song begins to play, with haunting, not quite vague lyrics.]

it's um... it's still a little rough but um yeah... there it is...

those amazing sound effects were gathered by miss coralinejones, aren't they great?

anyway, thank you for your time..... um... let me know what you think....um...

sorry...

[the video feed cuts out abruptly]
slapfight: (△ sweet jumpin' jelly bean)
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 [HERE'S PERIDOT, looking like a kid in a candy store at this point, she's got her face pressed to her omnitool for a brief moment before she adjusts the screen enough so that it's not a close-up of her pores- if she had pores- and shows more of her head, and, more importantly, the hustle and bustle of the strip behind her.]

Wonderland Log #3. 

We're in the middle of a new event, one that seems to be rather... recreational in nature. At first I was apprehensive. Wonderland rarely puts us in events that are meant strictly for our own enjoyment, but after careful analysis, it does appear to be exactly what it is- a, as Earth ones say, vacation

[her voice rises in excitement]
And since my defection, I have never been farther than the Earth's moon. I can only imagine how amazing the rest of the universe is when I'm not viewing it through Homeworld's lens! This is going to be great! 

But fear not, my fellow victims to Wonderland's machinations. I know the wider galaxy is a vast mystery to Earthlings, so I'll be happy to act as an interpreter and guide. It may not be a system I'm familiar with, but heh. If you've seen one space hub, you've seen-

[Peridot's eyes track something on her left and she lets out a gasp of delight.] Oh my stars, what is that? Those are the most amazing shirts I've ever seen. The appearance modifiers here are so streamlined and elegant.  I must have them.

[and the feed clicks off, mid-log while Peridot rushes to a clothing store to indulge her inner fashionista.]
wriggedywrecked: by <user name="bureiku"> (i've got opinions about horses and you)
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[It's Tiny Rick! Your favorite guy. That lovable teenage fucko. He's standing up on one of the beds and holding out his phone like he wants to take a selfie as he broadcasts, mostly so he can gesture at the camera with his free hand.]

Alright, li-listen up, preschoolers. I know ev-everyone wants to have fun in the Silent Hill lab with the pudding monsters, being children and what the fuck ever, b-but this is not all f-fun and games and endless disappointments from Konami. Dr. A and Frisk h-have explained this whole, the whole creepy lab and creepy pudding things, but I'm here to tell you about this kid bullshit. That's right, fuckos, we-we've got, got two goddamn simultaneous fucking events on our hands, and it's, it's complete fucking, it's bullshit. Tiny Rick was a fan-favorite, and we, we already fucking tempted fate enough with rehashing the whole stolen cable plot, but fuck it, I-I guess this is just how the network's gonna run things now. Grind it into the dirt t-till no one cares anymore, right? Fuck you. D-Do you have any idea how much Werner Herzog fucking costs?

[He's getting off track, so he pauses and clears his throat.]

I-If you've been turned into a kid, y-you are not in your right body. This is not the r-real me and it's not the real you either, but you're, you're gonna try damn fucking hard to convince yourself it is, because it's real fucking tempting to, to get your youth back and relive the glory days, lemme fucking, fucking tell you. But these are just c...cl...?

[He pauses, frowning, because what the fuck is the word for it?]

...Like, copies, genetic copies, or I dunno, magic--magic bullshit constructs, who the fuck knows with Wonderland. Point is, your real body is slowly dying in a vat somewhere in this lab. You gotta find your vat and transfer your consciousness b-back into your correct body, or--fuck, Wonderland might kill us or m-make us all go through puberty again. No one wants that. No one in the entire goddamn world wants that. Trust me, it's not worth it.

[As Rick's talking, something takes shape behind him. It looks kind of like a tall, white spoon. It doesn't really do anything, just sort of hovers translucently on the opposite side of the bed from him. When he pauses and glances back over his shoulder, the thing vanishes.]

Uh...so yeah. Avoid pudding monsters, f-find your vat, get back into your real body. And if you need help remembering that you're not supposed to be a kid, listening to Elliott Smith seems to work. I-I've got his entire discography on my phone.

[He pulls said phone away and plays himself off with a sad song.]
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[The screen is a blur of flurried movement, and whatever that sound is, it's high pitched and distorted. Evidently, someone is shaking their device. When it finally stills, Greg's staring in, face flush with excitement, panting from happy screeching.]

THIS IS THE BEST EVENT I'VE EVER SEEN! WHO WANTS TO BE MY BEST FRIENDS?!

[Welcome to Kidland, population a bunch of kids and multidogs who are all BEST. FRIENDS.]
drummeintheface: (What you came here for)
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cw: drowning )

---

[Greg wakes up in his room. His first thought is that he's sick, because something feels wrong, and he doesn't remember going to sleep. Usually if that happens it's because he fell asleep in the car on the ride home from Grandma's, or because he had a fever. So he's probably sick.

But slowly, he remembers. He was going to the next room and he was supposed to...tell Wirt he got there, right? Oh no. Wirt's gonna be mad he fell asleep. He better send his message fast.

When Greg peers into the screen, his face is flushed and he's lost his teapot, but he otherwise looks okay. He takes a deep breath, then:]


Dirt! High afraid sit! Army book way?

[He looks a bit sheepish, suddenly. Apologetic.]

Sir my flip slip.
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[ Henry has not been on the network (except to raise the alarm that a homicidal person was in the library throwing bombs or something) in a while. He's managed to offend people with the word 'monsters' and then asked something really stupid to everyone when he needed advice. But now, at least, he thinks what he has to say is less weird and/or offensive.

Turning the video feed on, he holds up a golden pair of shears. ]


Has anyone ever seen anything like this before? They were in my stocking for Christmas. I guess they're an expensive pair of scissors or...shears? Fancy word.

[ He opens and closes them, turning them over in his hand. ]

So, any famous pairs of scissors in anyone's world out there? Maybe somehow our stories overlap if so.

[ Henry apparently doesn't know that much about fate and destiny and Greek mythos other than his trip to the Underworld. But clearly, these will be important in the future. He just doesn't know how. ]
singloversing: Into the Ocean - Blue October (Relaxed and floated into space)
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--No, no, no! Ugh, seriously?

[At first everything is dark, but then there are little shifts that produce light until finally something is lifted off of the camera and Wirt is there, looking down at the camera with some mild concern. There's a Norton Anthology of English literature in his hands (volume two, first edition).]

I hope I didn't break it...what even happens when you break these things anyway?

[He doesn't seem to realize that the camera has been turned on, and isn't paying attention to the little red recording light. Instead, he sets his book aside in a tall stack - a stack that fell right on the network device earlier. Satisfied that it won't fall again, Wirt turns his attention back to his notebook. He reads his work quietly, but just loud enough to be picked up by his network device.]

Hm...alright, so.

Wonderland's eternal winter,
thawed for mere moments,
into a lush greenery and warmth
that spreads through each limb and vein
tingling in fingers and toes.

And in that reprieve of winter
I forget myself.
I mix and swirl with what both is
and is not me,
dwell on what I am
and what I never was.

I am a raging river
waiting for the world to freeze again--


[He stops and frowns.] Wait. That's dumb. Water still moves under ice...

[For a moment, he tries to think of a way to save it, but in the end he scribbles out the last stanza entirely. He still doesn't seem to realize he's being recorded.]
wriggedywrecked: (one hundred years rick and morty dot com)
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[The camera is bouncing along rhythmically as its owner walks, and is broadcasting a lovely view of the first floor hallway. It's some kind of weird over the shoulder shot, because the hallway is receding away as Rick continues forward. There's what appears to be a very long trail of wetness leading back a good fifty or so yards down the hallway, and occasionally a red container of some kind will swing partially into view.]

[Rick curses and the view turns over several times as he tries to get the camera positioned the right way. He ends up settling on tucking it sort of under his arm so that the camera is facing up toward his face. Though he's not looking at the camera--he's looking straight ahead, and he is very clearly just as exhausted as everyone else is for this event.]

[He also looks fairly crazed. And he's accompanied by the occasional splashing sound.]


See, that's how th-th-they make it authentic. M-Make it so y-y-you think your phone is working. But it's, it's fucking logic. Y-You're not exactly, uh, g-gonna get Facebook out in the middle of space. Fucking...fucking amateurs.

[He pauses and sucks in a rather frantic-sounding breath through his teeth.]

I mean, I-I knew it was too good to be true. T-Too fucking good to be true. I-I'm suddenly back here? Just like, like, like fucking that? After all that goddamn b-b-bullshit? No fucking way. It's obvious. Only--god fuck, you can't just, just overload the processors l-l-like with the, with the, the, those--the Sigerians, you kn-know? N-Not enough people here to...

Anyway, I'm just fucking explaining this t-to empty air. N-None of you are even real. N-None of this is f-fucking real. Oh my god, what are th-they doing to me?

[He starts giggling a little.]

Too, hahahaha, too fucking bad they, they, they wouldn't have enough processing power to write self-preservation scripts for a-about a hundred or so fake people, right? Mis-fucking-calculation, c-cause guess what happens when you get allllll those fake people to fake burn simultaneously? Bet they weren't expecting this shit. Bet they weren't expecting ol' Rick to still have a f-fucking ace up his sleeve! They don't get to fucking play games with me! They wanna tangle with Rick, well, surprise fucko, n-not enough cooling units on your fucking station to deal with this!!

Haha, t-talk about melting a few CPUs, a-am I right? Am I right?

[There's the sound of the last drops of liquid leaving a container, then a hollow clunk as said container is dropped onto the floor.]

Fuck, I'm gonna need more. Sh-Should have switched off the closet subroutines, huh?

[ooc: anyone who would like to stop Rick from burning down the mansion is free to find him on the first floor :) otherwise, he's going to pass out pretty soon and the worst anyone will have to deal with is a lingering smell of gasoline.]
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[ When Coraline wakes up, peeks outside her door and sees that the halls are decked in fluffy white garlands, she knows that Christmastime has finally caught up with the mansion. It's still fairly quiet at this hour of the morning, and she's positively gleeful to have that first taste of holiday magic all to herself for a little while. The decorations are awfully classy this year, all shimmering white, even if it seems an omen for long winter to come.

Pleased as punch, and very much in the spirit of things, she practically skips back to her closet and rummages around just beyond the halloween costumes and a collection of fall sweaters and heavier jackets for lilac tights, a leotard from events long past, and a fluffy ballerina's tutu with a hairpiece wreath of candied plums and frosted flowers. There are slippers somewhere amid the collection of boots, she just needs to dig them out...

Then, after she's changed, Coraline snatches up a wind up music box snowglobe from the shelf just above, and hurries downstairs to the empty ballroom.

Today, all the late risers will get to wake up to a gentle, familiar tinkling melody coming from their various message devices, and video taken from a chair propped up at the far corner of the ballroom. The music box must be settled closeby, because it covers up most of her humming-along, even though the empty ballroom carries a magnificent echo.

Because her mother's never had patience or time to sign her up for dancing school lessons, Coraline's never actually been trained for ballet, aside from a few glorious days at Gold Crown Academy, years ago.

But she's seen The Nutcracker broadcasted plenty of times on television before, and once in a live theatre for a school field trip. She knows just enough to flounce around pretending, pitching herself into freeform movement, eyes shut as she twirls, tip-toe leaping around the floor with her feet turned out, and splaying her arms through various poses in her very best amateur imitation of a prima ballerina's grace.]
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[The video starts a little shaky, but that's mostly because she hit 'record' a little too soon and it evens out pretty fast.]

Okay. So. What is your favorite kind of pie, and what are your thoughts on pie? I promise this won't be as random as it sounds later.
determinedest: (* All you can do is FIGHT.)
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[The feed, when it clicks on, does not have highly auspicious beginnings. The lens is tilted skyward, granting everyone a lovely shot of the iron-gray sky. It's been raining. You can almost smell the peppery sting of petrichor, the clinging of the after-dew to blades of grass.

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

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

Maybe you've heard the tune before.

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


I've been acting kind of weird lately.

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

They've probably already...

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

Mettaton.]


Sorry.

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

...I'm better now.

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

Then the video ends.]
krmvgivv: mabel (zmysterytwins1)
[personal profile] krmvgivv
[OH LOOK IT’S THOSE PINES TWINS AGAIN. Both of them looking Very Serious. Or at least like they mean business… Mabel pretty much looks like she’s trying to be serious and failing at it, really.

There’s a menorah between them.]


Hey, Wonderfriends. It’s me, Mabel, and my brother Dipper! And I bet you’re wondering what this thing is. [She points enthusiastically at the menorah.]

Considering how completely overwhelmingly escapable Christmas is, it's pretty likely. [Dipper rolls his eyes, then pulls a dreidel out of his vest pocket.] That's why we're here to show all you goyim you something holiday specials usually leave out: the meaning of Hanukkah!

[He sets the dreidel spinning.]

Look at it go! Does Christmas have this kind of magic? No, it doesn’t! Plus there’s eight days of Hanukkah… But we’ll get to that in a second. [She slaps a drawing pad on the desk.] Brother, if you would start us off, please.

AND SO THE TALE IS TOLD )

[Anyone who heads down to the kitchen can follow the smell of frying potatoes to where the twins are experimenting with cooking. There are definitely at least a few burned panfuls, and come at the wrong time and something might be on fire. But there are enough successful attempts that there are delicious latkes and sour cream and apple sauce for as many people as want them.]
slapfight: (△ that means it turns INVISIBLE)
[personal profile] slapfight
 [when the camera comes on, the world is treated to a close up of Peridot's face.]

So that event was a complete nightmare, like almost all of them, but something good did come out of it. Look!

[she pulls back the camera to showcase that her bodysuit now looks more like
this.] It's official! I'm a real Crystal Gem now. It took me a few days to decide how I wanted to reconfigure my appearance modifiers after my form was destabilized, but I think I have it just the way I want it.

[she's so excited that she doesn't seem to care that (a. barely anyone will know what she's talking about and (b. that her bodysuit didn't even change THAT MUCH.

in the middle of her preening, there's a chittering sound and a flutter of wings and Peridot looks up abruptly.]
....Oh that reminds me. 

[she moves the camera so it's pointing at a cluster of bats that are taking up residents in the rafters of her barn-room. she lowers her voice conspiratorially.] These weird featherless birds won't stop following me. [she turns the camera to face her again- extreme close up style] How do I make them go away? I've tried everything! I've even thrown rocks at them, and they just won't leave.

audio; 001

Oct. 9th, 2016 07:12 pm
sesameseedpuns: (I'VE NEVER BEEN UPSET)
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[ There is a monumental amount of fumbling going on on the other side of the device, even when it's been set up and appropriately turned on to record. It takes Bob a second to figure out exactly what he's doing, but he picks up on it sooner or later. Technologically adept, here he comes. ]

Oh god, it's on. Wait. [ Probably not a great first impression choice. ] Hi. I guess I'm looking for whoever owns this phone. I wasn't... stealing it. I mean, this might look pretty bad since I have it. Buuut it's really nice, so there's no way I could get a plan for it. And I couldn't afford to replace it if my kids tried to put it in the deep fryer, so. It's better if I just give it back before they ever know I had it.

[ None of those things are jokes. They're very matter-of-factly put. As far as he figures today, he probably came out of a weird side of Mr. Fischoeder's hedge maze and someone will try to tell him he owes a life debt for scratching their favorite phone.

Bob sounds Tired. ]


God, am I just making a memo? This idea was bad. It's not good. No one would even be able to hear this if they lost it. I'm just gonna leave it here by these nice... topiaries, and pretend this isn't happening, because I've lost my mind.

[ For a long moment it seems like Bob's going to leave it at that. Naturally, he pops back on, already sounding like he's losing the lid on the cool he was pretending to have. ]

And I just wanna remind everyone that kidnapping is illegal! It doesn't matter how rich you are or how-- how "cool" you think your Alice in Wonderland theme park is gonna be, which it's not!

[ Of course, actioning in at the gardens is also a viable option. ]
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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?

right?]


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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Jul. 17th, 2016 09:04 pm
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[Willa tends not to appear on the network very often, due to both anxiousness and being generally bad at any form of public speaking. But...there's something she should probably address, and now that there's (supposedly?) an event going on it's even more noticeable that something, or someone rather, is missing.]

Um...I-I don't know how many people knew him, but...Bernard? The uh, the red-haired boy who hangs out with me a lot? He's...I think he's gone. Like, I think he went home.

[There's an awkward beat, and she looks downward, fiddling with her hands for lack of anything else to do with them. She has a lot more on her mind about this particular subject, but...not much more she actually wants to say to the entire population of Wonderland.]

I...I don't know how many people knew him here, but. I. I just...I thought you should know.

[She seems unsure if that's a note she wants to end the message on, but what else is there to say? Just traditional farewells that won't mean anything in the end? The things people are supposed to end conversations with won't bring him back to Wonderland, so...Willa shuts the camera off.]

[ooc: Replies will come from [personal profile] waywardleaves and Bernard is Rule 63!Beatrice, if that wasn't clear!]
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[When the video feed starts, Chloe is standing in the middle of her room, dressed in her ghost-makeshift costume. She sees herself in the mirror.]

Shit. Sorry, I forgot I was still wearing this. Hold on.

[She places her device on her bed while she removes her costume. The video captures the stuff on her bed, like a bowl filled with clear liquid, a few empty bottles and a bunch of the homemade gummy bears she and Max worked on earlier today.

Chloe picks up the device again and this time, she's no longer wearing a bedsheet. Her blue hair is slightly disheveled from removing her costume.]


Hey everybody. A lot of people don't know me-- and those who do might have forgotten about me because I've been kinda MIA over the past few months-- but my name's Chloe.

I heard this new event in Wonderland is coming up-- Summerween.

[Chloe makes a face.]

And even though the name is pretty... disgusting, free candy is always cool so I decided to join in the fun.

Before Max and I start going around trick-or-treating ourselves, I'll be in my room on the 3rd floor, giving out some special gummy bears.

[She points the device at the stuff on her bed.]

I'm already prepping the ingredients. Max and I made gummy bears in the kitchen although she doesn't know I smuggled a few packs on the way out. The bowl is filled with vodka by the way, in case you're wondering.

[Chloe points the device at her again.]

In a few minutes, I'll be rolling out some booze-flavored gummy bears so to those who want some, you can just knock on Room 308. Better get some now because I don't think Max is gonna let me take more of the gummy bears when she finds out what I'm planning to do with them.

[She chuckles then winks at the camera.]

Sorry Max. I just couldn't resist. Anyway, to everyone else, see y'all soon and happy trick-or-treating!
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Hi everyone!

[Dipper's not wearing his usual outfit. He's wearing a white shirt with suspenders as he sits at his desk, his usual blue pine tree hat hanging off the chair. Behind him, Mabel can be seen bustling around, covered in scraps of cloth and glue and glitter.]

So, looks like another event from our world. One that has absolutely nothing to do with gravity turning off, weird. Almost like that was entirely unrelated to this event.

[He scowls very pointedly YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE PEOPLE HE'S SCOWLING AT.]

Anyway, this... well... okay, so in Gravity Falls, they like Halloween so much that they celebrate it again when summer comes and call it Summerween. Judging from the jack-o-melons hanging around, the fact that it's late June, and the fact that literally no other town would have something as ridiculous as Summerween, I'm calling it. This one's ours.

[Mabel tosses a piece of blue cloth at Dipper's head, which he fastens around his shoulders like a cape. She vanishes out of the camera's field of vision.]

The good news? Halloween's just as fun in the summer. The bad news? Last Summerween a monster called the Summerween Trickster tried to eat us and our friends because we [mostly just Dipper] lacked the "Summerween Spirit." [He rolls his eyes, making finger quotes.] I don't know if that's gonna happen here, but let's face it, it's Wonderland, so I'd get a costume just in case. And hey? Free candy. Not such a bad thing.

[Mabel comes back, wearing green suspenders. She hands Dipper a pointy red hat and lifts a silver teapot over her head. Together, they lower the hats onto their heads and fistbump, costumes complete. Summerween is about what really matters, after all: pure evil.]

So hey, I guess we're trick-or-treating? We'll see you out there. Try and have fun! Since you know, you might die otherwise.

[He cuts the feed, though he and Mabel will both be responding to any confused questions. Throughout the rest of the event, they'll be mostly sticking together, trick-or-treating with each other or with any friends they catch up with, especially once their trick-or-treat-or-die theories are confirmed. There is nothing cuter than twins in costumes, and they're experienced trick-or-treaters, so they're gonna hit every door. Might be they'll even come to yours!]

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