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[Rick is in his lab, and there are two huge, glowing tears in the world intersecting in midair behind him. Rick looks--different. He's kind of see through. He's kind of floating. He's kind of a ghost. He's even phasing through his desk to drive the point home.]

[He looks pretty dang miffed about this situation, but the ghost thing might be a bit less noticeable than the fact that Rick's entire room is filled to the brim with puppies. Puppies of all shapes and sizes, and there's at least twenty in sight and the occasional tail or nose passing across the screen indicates that there's a lot more in the room than just that.]

[Rick's door is also open. Anyone on the third floor might hear a whooooole lot of barking. There's something like seventy puppies wandering up and down the hallway.]

[Rick gives an exasperated sigh.]


So obviously don't touch the rips in space, but a-also don't bother trying to analyze them from a distance or send in probes or wh-whatever because that sets them off too.

[Ghost Rick takes a swig from his ghost flask.]

Fuck this, there's a-already like twe-UURRL-lve other Ghost Ricks and I'm not a fucking conformist.

[A puppy walks right through his middle and starts sniffing at the camera, promptly knocking it over. The puppy then picks the phone up in its teeth and runs away.]

[All that's heard from Rick is a distant "god damn it."]

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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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Alright, since everyone else is jumping on this wagon, I thought I might as well too.

[Jean turns the camera to show the gift that he received: A cup of tea and a stack of 5 stroopwaffels.]

Mine's from "RQ" too. I'm not sure if someone's missing a snack, or if this is something else entirely. I haven't tasted any of it, but the tea smells like tea and the cookies smell like molasses. I'm not about to make an experiment out of it either. I barely trust the food that comes from the kitchen, and I sure as hell don't trust this.

Anyone have any idea of what it's for? Or who it might've come from?

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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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Umm... Hello!

[Despite the obviously confused look on Sayaka's face, she still doesn't miss a beat when it comes to greeting everyone with a cheery voice and a friendly wave into the video feed.]

Like everyone else, I have also received an item with a strange note. So, I want to check and see if this belongs to anyone.

[It's then that she looks nervous and her gaze is shifted away from the video as she's looking down.]

Let's see if I can hold it up without creating a mess...

[The video pans away and Sayaka disappears from the video's view. Her movements were a little skittish and it can be heard throughout the background. You can even hear her letting out a gasp and the sounds of her catching something that nearly fell. Once the video is back on her, she is carefully holding up a painter's brush with dripping red paint. Thankfully, she still has it wrapped in the red opaque tissue paper. She was looking very nervous as she was holding onto it, not wanting any of the paint to splatter her or the palm pilot.]

Does this belong to anyone? If it does, I want to make sure that it goes back to it's rightful owner. I don't have any artistic abilities, so I know that this shouldn't have gone to me.
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[Like everyone else, Minato had also received a gift. It's interesting, to say the least. He didn't expect to be gifted with salt and pepper shakers that look like flamingos. Kind of cute though. He's not quite sure who they belong to.

But there was something else about the gift that made him wonder. The note.

Where are these things coming from and why? Why now? There must be something he's missing (literally? figuratively?), if he's being told he has to do whatever it is in search of something lost.

Perhaps someone can fill him in.]


...

....... Who's "RQ"?

[That might clear it up.]
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[ As always, Video Time with Mondo will have some kind of motion sickness-inducing bits as he's still... not very accustomed to technology, pardon him. This time it begins as soon as the feed starts. Don't worry, he isn't flinging the palm pilot ー he's broken one, got another, learnt his lesson, etc. This is just him figuring out how to get the package out of the wrapping and show it at the same time. ]

Hey, uh. Apparently there were other people who've got 'em, but like you guys I've got this note.

[ And as always, a well-built teenager will be gracing your screen with his massive corncob pompadour. He's trying to show the notes but ... it gets too close you probably can't read it. But whenever he pulls it back you'll be able to tell that it's the same 'In the search for something lost, do what you know you must. -RQ' one. ]

Sure as hell this ain't for me nor is it mine, so. Anyone can tell me if they recognise this?

[ He tries his best to keep his hand still as he uses another to show off a humongous pink sweater, with 'Mr. Dad Guy' text stitched on the front of it. It's possible that you don't manage to see the full text, as the sweater really is Big, and there's so much Mondo can show with his lack of innovation to... maybe set the palm pilot somewhere stable so he can show it off better. Well, gotta take what you can get from this doof. ]

If you do, gimme a ring or whatever. Yeah. Bye.

[ Awkward it might be, but at least it cuts off rather smoothly. Yes, he's figured out the off button! ]

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Sep. 4th, 2017 02:45 am
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[ Kurt doesn't tend to broadcast to Wonderland at large too often; he's a deeply personal person, keeping much of his inner thoughts to himself, even around people he knows best. But this is one of those rare topics he thinks it could be helpful to speak about. If anyone else out there understands. ]

I left Wonderland a few months back. Just for a week. But uh - a lot happened back home.

[ When he says a lot, it's actually an understatement, to say the least. A lot of terrible things happened, but some really good things happened, too. He got married, and his daughter was born. It's incredible, being a father. ]

I have a little girl now. Just a few months old. But - [ He smiles with so much pride and fondness just thinking of her. ] She's amazing. And I miss her every moment I'm here. I was wondering if anyone else is a parent?

[ Not that you can really deal with missing your child. There's only one solution to that - going home - and that's nothing they can control, but at least there's something to be said for community. ]
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So I learned something pretty important the other day.

Apparently, people from my world have been here before. About two-and-a-half to three years ago. There was an event too. Titans appeared out of nowhere and attacked the Mansion for a couple of days.

Has anyone been here long enough to remember that? And if you have, do you remember any of the people from my world? Anyone who might've talked about Titans or being in the Survey Corps. Which ones were here? Were they... were they okay?

I also realized that, if they had an event, I'd still forget something even if I wasn't there for it. But I don't know what that is. I mean, duh, but I want to figure it out. It's a word, right? One that's special to where I'm from?

...Thanks for any responses.
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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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[ACTION] CLOSED ▸ SAYAKA MAIZONO (SPOILERS WITHIN!)
ENTRANCE HALL - DAY 1 22:30

warning: DR spoilers inside )

[VIDEO] OPEN ▸ ALL
HIS ROOM - DAY 2 09:00

[ Unless you're a heavy sleeper, you might have heard thunderous noises from the video transmission in the middle of night last night. (Note: Please read the first-person sample only and don't scroll up if you want to avoid DR spoilers!) Before anyone could respond, the video transmission cut off last night, and he would've missed any responses until now since the palm pilot was switched off following the violent throw.

Miraculously, when he tries to switch it back on, it's still working. It's a lot more resilient than it seems, and Mondo's 'considerably' calmer after a good night's rest. He's aware that there must be some use to this device, and after fiddling with it for a while, he attempts to do another video transmission. ]


Uh, so. Can anyone tell me why we're here? How do... things work 'round here?

[ He's not looking right at the camera, simply because he doesn't know how front camera works, but his glare is very... glaring. Agitation is still there, and it's pretty obvious. His pompadour is a splendid corncob now as opposed to last night's rather disheveled state.

Does he know how to turn off the transmission without throwing the phone? Looks like someone needs to give him some 101.

Anyway, a few options for this prompt:
a) send him a video response of last night's chaos, shout at him back for waking you up in the middle of nothing, tell him to calm down, etc;
b) go on video call with/send video response to him following the morning transmission;
c) text in response;
d) wildcard, which means... GET WILD! ]


[ACTION] OPEN ▸ ALL
HALLWAYS - DAY 2 12:00

[ A relatively big (187cm or 6ft 1.6inch) young man will be wandering around, trying to figure out where is what. He still has a scowl on his face, but isn't going to eat you if you talk to him. At least not right away... he's pretty hungry. If you're Kiyotaka Ishimaru, he's gonna bolt the shit out of there moments after he spots you. If you're not, then congrats, he might talk to you for a bit. In fact, he might just start the conversation if you don't. (Feel free to start the conversation and not use this prompt!) ]

Hey. Y'know where the dining room's at? We can eat for free?

( voice )

Aug. 14th, 2017 05:44 pm
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According to Doctor Palmer, I need to make friends.

( Though her tone may indicate that she doesn't believe this. She has people, and also hasn't ever really made a 'friend' before. It's not that important, right? #obliviousandroid )

Though it's possible that he didn't consider the request prior to making it.

It leads me to at least posing the question which he declined to answer.

( An incredibly serious question )

What would be the recommended paint for a wall?

( I mean it was said as if it was a serious question. It is important information )
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[Everyone's memories were so intriguing. It was kind of nice to get a glimpse into each world, though at some expense great or small, whatever that expense was. Minato thought he wouldn't have the opportunity to visit all of the worlds out there, so he did have to thank Wonderland for giving him that chance. Maybe one positive out of being here was that for all the events, if some individuals didn't remember something from it, then there had to be someone else who would.

It did give him an idea too, a small one that he could work with. He just wanted to give it a try, to see if he could also get reacquainted with his own Personas that he didn't have with him now. The most important reason though was to see if he could try to know more people too, as if too to make up for the Social Links, relationships with people that he should have here. It'd be a good test for him.

His current backdrop were the stacks in the Library as he sat at a table with books all around, those that were open displaying pictures of mythological deities and supernatural creatures, maybe a few historical figures as well.]


Use three words to describe yourself, and I'll try to match you with a Persona.

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Aug. 12th, 2017 04:58 pm
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[ It's been a weird few months in Wonderland, and this last event was disconcerting in the way that it robbed them all of their real identities for a little while. That world was all they knew, and she hated that loss of control, of having her memories completely twisted without her consent. Patterson wishes they would never have to go through that again, but knows that probably won't be the last of it.

Which just makes her even more determined to do what she wants, something she has some semblance of control over. She wants to know more people here, and she wants them all to make their own fun, even if that's a fleeting thing. Even if their captors never give a damn, Patterson will never give them the satisfaction of being visibly frustrated or upset by the circumstances of this place.

So she starts the video feed with a smile and a little wave. ]


Hey, everyone out there. Some of you know me, but just in case: I'm Patterson. Been here a few months now. It's...an adventure, right?

Anyway, I was thinking about ways to kind of make this place feel even just slightly more normal. Something we can control. Okay, so back home, I collect board games. Like, a lot. [ Enough that she has them organized alphabetically by board game creator. ] We should do a monthly game night. Or weekly? And maybe sometimes we could even come up with a murder mystery game. Like a dinner theater type thing. Would anyone out there even care? I wanna find an empty room, decorate it, and we could do this there. Maybe even watch movies afterwards, eat lots of junk food.

Who's up for it?

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Aug. 9th, 2017 10:47 am
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[Today, Naoki has opted for text. Not for any particular reason, other than that it reminds him of using his phone back at home, and he kind of likes that nostalgic feeling.]

It seems like we talk a lot about what we had at home that we don't have here. But what's something you have here that you don't have at home?

And I mean something good, not something like "here we have terrible events that try to kill us and we don't have that at home."

For me, the thing we have here that I don't have at home is night.
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[ If Robyn has thoughts about their recent trip to a bizarre other universe, those thoughts aren't made clear. ... What is clear, though, is that something is bothering her, though she won't disclose that information, either... save for a few people. ]

Good morning. [ Just another day in Wonderland, though there is decidedly something missing. ] ... I realize that just a few weeks from today will mark my having been here for two years. It's a little premature, and I don't think it warrants... much acknowledgment, or - Maker, celebration - [ Her relationship with Wonderland is "It's Complicated," okay? ] But it did make me think of what I had wanted to accomplish here. Or, rather, how I wanted to spend my time.

[ There's a little sigh and the Warden tucks a loose braid behind her ear. ]

I took up some practice with a longbow and sword, but I think my tutors have gone. [ She's out of practice, anyway. ] It makes me think, though, that there are other things that I could learn with the time that I have. I wanted to take up an instrument, if anyone is willing to share what they know with a new student.

[ Robyn offers a fleeting smile and tries very hard to sustain it. ]

I can offer a bit of my own knowledge in return. ... Oh, and, I wanted to get back into the habit of riding, so if there are any others who might like to take the horses out every once in a while, please do get in touch.

[ With that (and with something like a discontented expression), she ends the call. Soon after, Robyn sends out a few private messages: ]


[ private to anders, cullen, hawke, and nathaniel: ]

Leliana has gone, I think. If any of you see her, then I hope you'll correct me.
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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.

video;

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.]

anon text.

Jul. 20th, 2017 04:26 pm
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[ After being told there are vampires in this place, Liv has to know what people think about a couple of different things without outing herself in the process. ]

If you're something other than human and need to eat, let's call it, 'alternative food,' are you ever worried about someone finding out and freaking in an 'I'll kill you' way?

And for all of the actual humans, are you afraid of the people who aren't human?

Asking for a friend.
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[personal profile] testcase
This might be a weird question.

[Ryoko frowns, going through her notebook.]

But has whatever's going to happen happened yet? I wrote down the bit about something coming, but I don't have any notes on what came after that. Just something about the closets working.

[She'll tap her pen against her notebook, thinking that one over.]

Maybe I needed to remind myself about that? But I probably have that written somewhere else. Oh!

[She notices that she's broadcasting, so she'll abandon that train of thought for now.]

Sorry, I forgot I was asking a question. Um, so has the event happened yet and I just don't remember? Or should I start preparing for it?
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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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[Rick is on the beach, but he's not exactly dressed in beachware. He's just wearing his usual labcoat, and the only new addition seems to be the big, industrial-style earmuffs hanging around his neck. There's also some kind of metal structure behind him that looks exactly like a missile launchpad.]

Okay, so I-I'm only giving this warning once. Gonna be ordnance testing for th-the next two hours out on the beach, so d-don't come out here without at least some kinda ear protection. And don't f-f-freak out if you hear a lot of explosions. Cause there's gonna be explosions. I don't have to warn you dumbfucks. Th-This is a courtesy.

[Then, in full view of the camera, he takes a swig from his hip flask. Rick Sanchez is all about weapon safety.]

Rick out.

[And indeed, for the next two hours there's a lot of high-pitched whistling and thunderous explosions from the direction of the beach. Hope you weren't planning a beach party! Feel free to come try to stop him or yell or something.]
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[Ahem, ahem. A boy with a shock of bleached hair clears his throat, fidgeting around in his seat in search of a comfortable position public speaking doesn't afford. Some of you might recognize him from his ill-fated adventure in the forest (and others from more ill-fated adventures in flirting) but fortunately today's message isn't half so dire.]

Hey, so, anybody wants to come, we're doin' a thing down by the stream Wednesday night. Nothin' fancy, just a few people.

We're havin' our own lantern ceremony. Like a, uhh, dedication thing for people who've passed on. People you're thinkin' about, stuff you're prayin' for. Shit like that. It's tradition back home, but everyone's gotta have stuff worth commemoratin', I figure. So! Everyone's welcome, even if it's not your custom.

[It's then the boy sighs and lifts a rectangular shape into view that was resting out of sight by his feet. It's a paper lantern, beautifully hand-painted in a koi pattern that makes the fish seem alive, as though they're swimming along the folds of the paper.]

I told him to keep it simple. [Damn it, this is not simple, Yusuke.] You don't gotta go overboard like... this.

[He looks awkward holding the thing, eyebrows pinched exasperatedly, and finally just sighs.]

What you do is take a lantern like this, write your prayer or message or whatever, then light a candle inside and float it on the water. That's how it works. The light's supposed to guide spirits--or that's how the official story goes, anyways.

If you wanna join in and take one of these puppies for a spin, that's where we'll be. That's all I got to say, so... thanks? Maybe I'll see some of you there.

(OOC: And you can find the mingle log for the 12th up here! Be there or be square. Or be square and come anyway, we don't discriminate.)
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[Souji is, surprise surprise, in the di-- Actually, this time he's in the kitchen. For a change of pace. He's got the device propped up on something so that he can talk at it hands free. Sitting in front of him is a piece of the rainbowiest rainbow cake a person could possibly make.]

Today is my sixth anniversary.

[He nudges the cake a little toward the camera.]

So I made cake. There's plenty of it, so I'll leave it here in the kitchen in case any one wants to have some.

[With a smile that seems quite tired, he shifts the cake to one side, and glances after it. With his gaze still cast away from the camera, he asks:]

How long have you been here? Do you want to go home? [He looks back at the camera again, his expression more thoughtful than tired now.] I'm kind of...doubting myself in that regard.
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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.

video;

Jun. 21st, 2017 10:39 am
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[ When Sarah comes into view, she's sitting with her elbows on a table, fingers steepled, and she actually looks Very Serious™ while contemplating how best to phrase her question. The conversation has come up privately, and she needs to have a full understanding of one of the parts of Wonderland she's never bothered with - the Vendors. ]

Hey. I know everyone's kind of consumed with what the dormouse had to say or...didn't say. But I really want to see where everyone falls regarding opinions on the Vendors.

Since we can't pick the memory they want, that means somehow they can rifle through our minds to pick the thing they want to take. And it'd probably have to be something meaningful or impactful. If I ever, for whatever reason, had no option but to use the Vendors, I could lose something like the birth of my son. I'd have no choice or say in the matter.

[ Her reason for using the Vendors would have to be extraordinary. Something involving Kurt or Ray and dire circumstances. ]

Anyway, my actual question is...how do we know, if the Vendors can access our minds and memories, that they or someone or something else doesn't do that all the time, on a constant basis? If Wonderland does actually use our memories to fuel the things that happen here, does that mean our brains are constantly being...I don't know. Monitored???

I'd really like some opinions on this.

[ Sarah isn't paranoid at all usually, and she'd say this is more concerned than paranoid, but it feels like such a violation of privacy that she can't help asking the community at large. ]

voice; ota

Jun. 20th, 2017 12:55 pm
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I take it the vague message we received from a rodent today is the type of unhelpful missive people have warned me lead to events?

[ GREAT. Claire's super stoked. 100% ready to go. ]

How does one typically prepare themselves when you've no idea what's about to happen?
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I'm ... alive?

Well, no, reasonably I can't possibly be alive, but existing is another story, I suppose.

[ The boy on the network is muttering to himself someone curiously, looking around as the feed moves with him, tapping on doors and looking inside them, wandering into rooms he thinks might contain something special. He's so utterly baffled by his being here that he forgets his manners with some of them, turning the doorknob and just charging in without so much of a hello. Luckily, it seems these rooms are empty. ]

Oh wow... this place is big! And to think I could even-- you know-- uh... To think I could even be again! Let me tell you, it was really vague there for a bit. I'm not sure entirely where I was or how I was, but I know I was...

[ He pauses. ] Really happy. For everyone, they did such a good job. I'm glad knowing the place I treasured so much is safe.

... but this is a new place, isn't it? Can someone tell me what it is?
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Since my last advice post was such an utter success, I've decided to throw my hat back into the ring. If you weren't around before, this is how it goes: ask me for help, and I'll give you some of my uniquely qualified advice. What makes me so qualified, you may ask? Well, I happen to know everything.

[this is a great distraction from father's day when all your father figures were shit bags and also where the fuck is peter??? he can only spend so much time skulking around areas where peter usually frequents like a neglected cat.]

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