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Pro-tip:
Relity sucks.
For everyone. Not just you.
Its a rule or something. No ones got it easy. Especially around here.

Do yourself a favor and leave the tears and glowing bullshit alone.
Nothing goods ever open 24/7, kids.
Just legs and gas stations
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[Those who've been here for a while might remember the last time Shepard addressed Wonderland in the Citadel, all smiles and lackadaisical jokes. However, today, she's addressing the Mansion at large like a commander- her shoulders are flat, back straight, expression serious.]

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

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

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

Cut for length )
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video;

Gonna head t' the caves t'day, so-- [He pauses, and there's a small 'clunk' off-screen as he tosses something into a bag by his feet.] So, if y've ever wanted t' check it out but didn't wanna go alone, here's a chance.

[There's a bark and the camera swivels to put a dog in view. Said dog wags its tail and sniffs at a rucksack with interest.]

He's comin' too. Jus' gimme a heads up, 'll be at the entrance in a half hour.

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action;

[If anyone wants to meet him there, he'll be there a good ten minutes checking through his pack and making sure he has everything he needs - just in case.

After that, he'll be in the caves themselves, exploring the passages and leaving small marks on the walls as he goes. At least once, he finds his way to a large, open cavern, and whistles softly to himself before quietly smiling as if recalling a distant memory. The hour following will be spent free-climbing the walls, leaving the dog on the cavern floor with his bag, with exploration resuming after he decides that his hands have had enough.

All in all, he's down there for several hours.
]

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Aug. 14th, 2017 10:36 am
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[Alex had fallen asleep on the airship, curled up at the back and tucked between his Mom and Dad - Uncle Jon snoring somewhere by his feet. The sun had just set over a sandy horizon and Izzy had them on a smooth course back home, relatively smooth anyway. He can't help that it'd only been minutes after sitting down that he'd gone to sleep, the last few days had been tiring and he was comfortable settled in the middle of his family. It had been nice. Which makes the sudden transition from comfortably sprawled across two adults to falling into water that much more jarring.

He surfaces, gasping for air and flailing for a few moments before realizing that he's not far from a beach. He swims until he can stand and then he hits his knees, catching his breath. From here, he doesn't recognize anything. The sky above or the ground below and when he calls out for his parents, for his uncle, nobody answers him. Concern lodges in his throat, shoulders hunching up around his ears as water laps over the backs of his shoes. There's a dock with a few small boats nearby, palm trees, beach chairs, and umbrellas bigger than him stuck into the ground. That, as quickly as fear had swept through him, just as swiftly puts him a little bit at ease. There are people here. Somewhere. All he has to do is find them. Standing, he kicks off his shoes and dumps the water out of them, leaving them on the beach. The further he walks, the more he can see - an orchard to his right and a big house to the north. His parents are probably there and, even though something doesn't seem right, they can explain what's going on. Then they can go home. ( He hasn't been to the museum in ages and there's a new exhibit he wants to see. ) There's nobody outside but he knocks, then pushes it open because he's eight, for Christ's sake and he can't be blamed for forgetting his manners in an emergency.]


Mom? Dad? [A pause.] Uncle Jon? This isn't funny.

[He slips as he walks inside, eyes wide and mouth falling open as he stares up at the skylight. Alex doesn't move from that spot, not at first, head tipped back in awe, and when he does speak, it's a soft sound. Barely even a audible as he glances around.]

Mom?

[Alex has never used a phone before but after opening a few doors and looking around, he finds a seat and plays with it. He hits enough buttons that, on his eighth or ninth try, he's able to post to all of Wonderland.]

I'm looking for my parents, my Mom and Dad. My Uncle Jon, too. [There's a rustling sound as he drops and picks the phone back up, mumbling under his breath that the sucker weighs a goddang ton.] And Izzy. I was just with them and now I'm here.

Yeah, yeah, I already heard the part where this place is like something out of Carroll's book, but that's crazy.

[He's read the story, but it's only a story right? But then, he's seen a mummy come back to life so maybe it isn't that crazy. The pamphlet, which is now folded and tucked into his jacket pocket, had been helpful - the author's name had been skipped in his rush to read it.]

If anyone can help me, I'm sure my parents will be grateful to have me back.

[His voice fades out then comes back in louder than before.]

Oh, I'm Alex. Alex O'Connell.

[The feed ends after a few minutes of silence.]
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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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A little over a year ago I provided the mansion with an instructional...brochure of sorts, to better orient newcomers and in particular those who are not from what can only be considered the "modern" era.

[One great unfairness about Wonderland is its tendency to forget that a number of the people living in it are not from time periods that utilise microwaves, for example, or even know what they are. The learning curve is steep for the temporally disadvantaged.]

Seeing as these sorts of publications are only successful when circulated and given the appropriate communal response, I think it only fair to extend the offer of amending any aspects to account for the amenities people may add to our shared residence in the future.

I'm going to leave a number of these in the foyer and on reading tables in the library, but would appreciate it if others would assist in forwarding the file to new residents should in-person explanations become untenable.

[All this just in time for the recent appearance of the dormouse on the network, heralding another event - it makes this particular announcement the more appropriate, since she hasn't been as public a figure lately for personal reasons. Evelyn collects herself for a moment before continuing, because as a long-time resident it is incumbent upon her to broach the issue if only to gather perspectives.]

...additionally, I would like to hear opinions on the notion of holding a public forum about mitigating damages - not necessarily the public safety issue as discussed in previous network announcements, but approaching the aftermath of disasters, both wrought by Wonderland and its residents.

[Only in part does this come from a place of emotion, but the greater percentage stems from practicality. If people are to peaceably live in the same spaces then it must be a team effort, from all sides.

Herself included.
]

This is not to rally a police force. This is not to encourage mob-like behaviour. This is to calmly, openly discuss the subject of accountability and greater communication.

[video]

Jun. 13th, 2017 06:44 pm
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[ ooc: open to thread jacking/easily seen unless otherwise indicated. wonderland went haywire and let it happen w/ this post so people can freely read responses and reply. if you have any concerns about the bar or want to help generate a memorial for those gone, head there to oocly talk about it! ]

( the camera pans on damon who is seated up on top of the bar. it's hard to imagine it's been an entire year. how much he's changed, how much his relationship with elena and with people in wonderland has changed since then. he's in a much better place despite how hard it's been lately, despite witnessing elena's- damon smiles for the camera. )

Wonderland, you've officially been graced with my presence for an entire wild and crazy year. When I arrived, I was handing out ponies to everyone who made it worth my while, and now I'm giving you a fully operating bar with regular activities. ( damon pans out to give a view of it all and then he turns the video back toward his face again. he smirks and lifts up a glass in toast like he did for his very first network post. ) You're welcome. The name's TBA.

I realize there's already a bar here, but no one's claimed it since- since Cami also disappeared. ( and she was a friend so that's harder to talk about. ) It's been empty. It felt... strange picking up a bar with so much history from old timers. ( it's not just the fact he bit Simon though there's also that. They made their mark here, and for all damon's faults, it wouldn't feel right.

he steps out of the bar to indicate where it's located. Level 4. damon turns the camera towards the chalk board which lists out the bar's current schedule. )


My girl tells me apparently, for some reason, Trivia Nights are the popular thing in bars so it's on our weekly schedule along with a host of other fun times to be enjoyed by all. Schedule changes monthly so keep checking back.

I'm looking for people who want to work even if money has no meaning so I can't exactly pay you. But consider this... it's something to keep boredom from swallowing you whole and you get to help out your fellow, trapped Wonderland-er. Need bartenders, waiters and waitresses, and chefs if you can cook. And yes, I know we can pull it all out of the closets perfectly, but sometimes it's nice to have someone make something for you even if it's not perfect.

( he lifts up his glass again in toast for the camera. ) Especially if it's not perfect. ( perfect isn't real, and damon always wants what's real. )
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[ One day, this wouldn’t be a difficult thing to do. One day, she’d be the smoothest of all at making these announcements… Then again, if she ever hit that point, it was time for her to get her head examined. Losing people should hurt in some form, friends were that for a reason. But, this wasn’t just a friend. It was a best friend and boss and confidant. Darcy’s laying in what used to be the lab which Jane had converted last week to a planetarium of sorts to give them a slice of home. She’s seated in what looks like a theatre, not even trying to hide the fact that her face is wet., but nothing like Billy’s. It’s more formal, but it’s not what she’s really here to talk about. ]

For those who know… knew her, Dr. Jane Foster’s been sent home. [ Again. ] She converted what used to be her lab on the fourth floor in room 52 to a planetarium for us that has constellations from our world which might be familiar to a bunch of you. It’s also programmed with what she knew of constellations and star charts from other worlds, Wonderland, and also a doodle feature because--[ She’d set it up with me in mind. The sentence dies on her tongue, instead swallowing and flipping the camera towards the domed ceiling as the lights dim around her. With the push of a button and constellations start to appear in the same order they had when Jane had first shown it to her:
"Cassiopeia reveals herself first. and then Orion, and the bears. Hercules and Perseus wake up, and their neighbors around them.

and then they all rotate as one, revealing new patterns as the old ones disappear."
It’s beautiful in a way Darcy hadn’t really been able to appreciate until now. ]


It’s cool, right? Most people look up at the stars all the time at home without thinking twice about their significance until they’re gone… Or just develop a sense of security thanks to their always just being there - a constant in chaos. [ Jfc she’s been hanging out with too many scientists lately, but-- ] Sorta works for people, too, I guess.

[ She doesn’t bother adding anything in about the coffee shop, knowing it was pretty good at running itself with the people that came and went as volunteers. If she’d been in a better place, she’d have texted the people she knew hung out there regularly, but her first thought had been of Kaneki and with him gone too... it was just too much right now. Jane didn’t know when she’d be leaving and she certainly couldn’t have planned this to work out this way, but this was one hell of a gift to Wonderland as a goodbye. It’s what Darcy had been looking for, what she’d called Steve about when Clint and the others had left. How to say goodbye without knowing exactly when. She already had her way - the coffee shop. Jane had given her a sort of closure she’d never expected without knowing about a relatively quiet stressor. It sends a new wave of emotions over her, enough that she quickly shuts off the feed to have a moment alone in the dark, just her and the stars.

Thanks for everything, Jane. ]
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[ While he's known for being pretty quick to assess a situation and pick up on what's going on, there hasn't hardly been time for that before Robin John Blake is addressing the network, a rather uneasy expression wrinkling his forehead, his whole being scrunched up while he tries to get used to using a video function that is nowhere near standard in his time and place. ]

Uh... Know this is gonna sound kinda weird, but— [ Believe it or not, John Blake, there isn't much you could say that the denizen of Wonderland would consider weird, but you go ahead and give it a try, buddy. ] Well... don't s'pose I'm dreamin', am I?

[ It feels like a good guess because he doesn't remember traveling, and he certainly doesn't remember leaving home, and since the last thing he'd done was attend a funeral, it could be a strange coincidence, a fabrication of his mind that's now semi-lucid, sitting here telling him how what he sees and feels can't be what's actually happening. People don't just appear in storybooks (and even if he did, it wouldn't be this celebrated tale). ]

Barrin' that, think I might be dead... [ It's mumbled in an off-hand way, as if maybe he's already considered it, but decided not to lead with that theory. Audible to the rest, even if he's quick to move on from saying it. ] But on the off chance I'm not either of those things, think someone could help me out figurin' what's goin' on here?

[ He likes to think a uniform would have added something to this request, but having just given up his badge for good, all he can do is address everyone as a regular guy — definitely not his first choice, since it usually does him no favors.

He looks like he's done, about to end the transmission, when something else occurs to him.
] —in person, if possible. Not really— Not really much of a fan of these things, not if I can help it.

[ He can't, not here, but he'll at least be content to try for a while. With luck, it won't even matter when he wakes up from all of this... ]

Be— [ A gesture over his shoulder. ] Gonna be outside for a while — out front. So... yeah.


[[ OOC: Video, audio, or action perfectly okay, just note. Will also match style. For starters, send a PM to this account or hit me up @ blakeroo on plurk. :) ]]

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May. 16th, 2017 12:50 pm
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someone or some damn thing in this place killed evelyn.
whoever, or whatever you are you better fuckin pray to any god you have that i never find you.
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cut for length and a description of violence )

[ Sam holds the device in still-unsteady hands, voice heavy with a distress that is very unlike the world-wearied resident: ]

I-... I need - a doctor, a... healer, somebody who can help - [ There's still time to help, there has to be - but is this the fourth, or the fifth time? ] Right now, right - now, in the library. Hurry.

[ It takes him too long for this, too, but his mental functions have been all but obliterated. Not long after the public cry, he sends a text to someone who needs to know. ]


[ private text to dan palmer: ]

you;v better ge thr e too
library now
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So, while everyone's recovering from last month's bullshit here's an idea:
It's my brother's birthday: Sam Winchester. Maybe you've heard of him.
Looks like Sasquatch, dresses like Mr. Rogers.

He likes clowns, greasy food, and lingerie wrestling.

Anyone else looking to pitch in, you can leave open bottles of alcohol, barrettes, and scrunchies outside his room door for the next 24 hours. Whoever can get the most parked by the door jamb without him catching them, gets a favor, winner's choice. Proof or it didn't happen.

He's also a big fan of taxidermy and stetsons.
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[Elizabeth looks rather apprehensive that the tears have suddenly appeared everywhere, but she can't quite mask her excitement at getting to explain to everyone the one area in which she is most certainly an expert - even if the information she has to offer is something most people have probably figured out for themselves by now.]

These rips in the air that have appeared - they're called tears, and they're something I can create. They're a window through the fabric of reality, and they show other versions of the world. The tears I make here can only lead to other versions of Wonderland, but I've looked through some of the ones that showed up by themselves and they led to versions of Columbia, where I came here from, too.

[She has quite a bit of distaste in her voice as she mentions Columbia.]

My main advice is to be careful. Most of the alternate realities out there are rather benign, with a thousand tiny changes possible - tea instead of coffee, or different coloured wallpaper. But there are also those that have bigger, more important variables at play, and those tears can be very dangerous. You might see people you recognise on the other side of them, but their personalities could be completely different - just keep reminding yourself that it's not really your parent, or partner, or whoever, but just another version of them. A 'what-if', it might be easiest to think of it as.

[It's very unlikely that she'll be able to heed her own advice, as sound as it seems to give it out.]

If you have any questions at all, I'm more than happy to answer them.
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[It’s perhaps one of the most peaceful events Cami’s ever experienced. It had felt more like a field trip than anything sinister or cruel, a journey into outer space untainted by some twist to their personalities or memories. In the two years she’s spent in Wonderland, Cami can’t name another time when the machinations of this place have been so kind.

Which is why, she thinks, she should expect the announcements that filter through the network so soon thereafter. Announcements of departure, of loss so like death, and two of those names strike Cami so closely that it feels like someone’s torn a wound into her chest.

She doesn’t put up anything right away—but it also doesn’t take so long as one might expect from someone who is grieving. Cami has always processed her pain by throwing herself into something, finding some action to take.

This time, there’s a rather large one.

She’s not in her own office when the feed opens, or even the privacy of her room. Instead she’s sitting at the bar—not behind it. Not until she’s finished the glass of bourbon she’s poured herself at the very least.

It’s neither the first, nor the last she’ll have that day.]


Starting today, the therapy office will be closed for the next week. [She pauses, her eyes lowering for a moment as she takes a breath.] Maybe longer. It depends on how long the other part of this takes. If anyone has an emergency, you can call me, but I won’t be keeping regular hours. Sorry.

[She looks back towards the camera then. Cami thinks she should feel some guilt about it, hence the apology—but she doesn’t.

They can live without her for a week.]


That other part I mentioned is this: the fifth floor bar. [She waves a hand briefly towards the space around her, but the truth is, most everyone likely knows about it already.] I’m the last regular worker here, which in theory makes me the de facto owner. The thing is, I already have one full time job. I can’t run this place alone.

[Cami can recognize that much of a limit at least. There’s a break while she takes a drink; the feed is pretty quiet, all things considered.]

I’m not giving it up. [Let’s establish that first.] But I need help. Bartenders especially, although if you want to volunteer and you don’t have any experience, I can teach you. I’m hoping to find some people who do, however, before Friday.

We’re going to be hosting—well. The closest thing to it would be an Irish wake. [She’s trying to be kind. It is a wake for Jo, because she’s dead in her world. Dead and gone, because just being stripped of her memories of Simon somehow isn’t bad enough.] Irish specifically, because it’s not for grieving. It’s for celebrating the people who were here and who aren’t now. See, if you knew Jo and Simon especially, you know they wouldn’t want a bunch of sad mourners crying over them. They'd want another way to be remembered, so that’s what’s going to happen. ABBA and all.

[Grieving can come before or after--and after. Cami leans forward towards the camera, a grin on her lips that doesn’t quite manage to be happy.]

We’re going to celebrate the chance to have had them in our lives, for however long that lasted. Because if anyone managed to find a way to live in this place, and to make it truly good? It was them.

[It should still be them.

Cami takes in a breath; someone listening closely enough might hear how shaky it is. What’s easier to see is the brief brush of her fingers under her eyes, wiping away the tears that threaten to form and fall. She knows she needs to finish this soon, and she tries to smile again. Maybe she even manages to be a bit friendlier this time.]


Friday night. Wear your neon. And if you’re interested in helping out, either just for the night or long-term, let me know.

[And with that, she cuts off the feed.]
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[ Sam’s face appears over the network, looking, frankly, a bit dead-eyed and overtired. ]

I wasn’t sure of this when we were in space, but… seems like we’ve lost some people. Jo Harvelle, John Winchester -

[ He stiffens, jaw setting tight, as if he’s frozen despite himself. ]

[Up until now Dean’s been quiet in the background, his jaw set the same way. He’s not a big fan of video feeds, especially when it comes to personal shit like this but he also knows it’s necessary. Jo had a life here, a better one, and so did Dad.]

I know they have a reputation, so… [The whole thing feels cheap to Dean, the send-off not what he’d ever want for them or himself. Especially knowing what they’re facing at home for Jo and Dad already being long gone. How well could any of these mooks know them. It’s different when you have to survive together, and rely on each other when it comes to life or death situations.

Dean wants to be selfish, even though he’s not a fan of the city or the royalty he’s not stupid- he knows this was a second shot he never would have gotten anyplace else. That’s a hard pill to swallow.
] maybe don’t expect a triumphant return. [Smooth.]


[ Sam sighs shortly, focusing the video back on himself rather than his brother, having recovered from the lapse. ]

They deserved better. Always have. [ As usual, Sam is feeling guilty about something thoroughly beyond his control, and it shows in the painful grimace he wears. ] … I just hope they were - damn happy here. And that they’re -

[ “Happy where they are now, too.” It doesn’t sound right, though, so he just shakes his head hopelessly and ends the feed. ]
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I'll be honest, I don't like the phones and I don't see much point in going viral- it's not my bag.

[There's a rap of something hitting a wood surface in his room, something metallic and heavy, but it's not like he'll ever vocalize what it is. No reason to worry the civs, besides his expertise isn't the best when it comes to the ins and outs of this fucked up dimension.]

But monsters? That's a different story. I've seen a few feeds saying there's some out there that aren't harmful. Whatever. What I need is the statistics. If you've got any intel, I'm more than willing to rap with you.

As far as the pacifists go, keep me informed, and for the kind that hunt or kill, you've got my number.

I'm still waterlogged, I dunno about the rest of you.

[Private to Sam]
What's your 1020?

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Feb. 13th, 2017 10:29 pm
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Wonderland's worst feature are its events.

That's a pretty common thought, right? Only this place doesn't usually come up with events on its own. They're all just baggage it dredges up from our own worlds. When you look at it that way you could probably even make a case for Wonderland itself being pretty decent.

So here's a question: You've got the choice, go back to where you left off, or stay in Wonderland for good. Which one do you pick, and why?
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[It had almost been like watching the world move in slow-motion.

Harry Flynn, friend-turned-backstabber slumped against the pillar in the ritual chamber of the great tree of Shambhala, Chloe standing distant and wary for good reason, Elena heroically stepping in to dissuade the villain of his notions of hopelessness. Nate knew better than to bargain with someone who incarcerated him for kicks - he always wondered what Harry had told Chloe when he got back to the boat after the museum lift, if he'd said that Drake had been caught on his own, nobody's fault but his - and Harry has earned distrust. No fucking honor among thieves.

Then he sees the grenade clenched in Flynn's fist, the pin gone and the lever released, Elena is too close and Chloe screams her name just as Nate steps back and the percussive explosion blows him off his feet, hitting the tile with a crack and singing his forearms.
]

-lena, [he wheezes, rolling onto his side as his ears ring, Chloe's voice is muffled in the background like a television on the other side of a wall, it smells like smoke and blood, like he can taste the TNT filler on his tongue. For an instant he can see her body lying prone on the floor in the fog of shattered masonry and debris, panic wells up in Nate's throat like bile because she's dead, oh God, no, no, she can't be, she can't-] Elena!

[And when Nate sits upright so quickly his head spins the haze is gone, the tinnitus persists but the chamber at the heart of the ancient city is no more. He is alone, sprawled on the marble of an enormous entrance hall.]

Are you fucking kidding me?!

[With a groan that belies both extreme pain and extensive experience with being in extreme pain Nate gets to his feet, hoping the opulent space is a figment of his imagination and not a box of six months' worth of memories being dumped on him all at once.]

Fuckin'- goddamn piece of shit-

[Adrenaline high only maintained by a healthy fear for the well-being of someone who isn't even present - and who knows if she is? What if she's not? What if she's - Nate stumbles into the foyer.

She's fine. She has to be. She has to be.
]

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Feb. 10th, 2017 07:34 pm
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public

[ When Joel's face appears on the screen, he's not screaming. He's not stalking the room in rage or setting the library on fire.

He is calm. Eerily so. He glares unblinking into the camera, brow furrowed, silent just long enough to become unsettling.

He has the look of a man who hasn't slept in the last twenty-four hours. ]


I know it's probably the mansion what took Ellie. That more'n likely, none of you had anything to do with it.

If I find out otherwise, I will kill whoever's responsible.

[ end feed. ]


private to tess

Tess.
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[This isn’t Cami’s first time preparing to advertise the therapy office, and some of the steps are pretty routine by now. She’s got the space neat and ready, her mirrors already broken and covered up so there would be no unwelcome interruptions from that end. She props up the phone nearby, so it can capture whatever spiel she’s about to offer to the citizens of Wonderland. The last part is figuring out just what to say, which she hasn’t quite managed yet. Cami’s plan is to give herself a bit of time, to piece together the words, and then start the video when she’s all set.

Her phone has other plans—or, you know. It would if it weren’t an inanimate object. While she means to record, Cami’s intention isn’t to broadcast. But she does, so the mansion can now watch as she paces slowly around the room with arms crossed over her chest, seemingly talking to herself.]


I think everyone would agree that the last event was incredibly difficult. [Who would say otherwise, given the constant risk of suffocation, the odd repetitions of time, the mass of jumbled and confused posts filling the network?] Unfortunately, it’s not going to be the last one that’s hard to bear. Many of the events here put us through terrible things, circumstances that no one should have to face—

So everyone feel worse about it, so you can start to feel better! [She shakes her head at herself as she realizes how that sounds. Toeing the line of truth without being blunt isn’t exactly the easiest thing to do, guys.] Okay, O’Connell. One more time, without making everyone more depressed.

[There’s silence again, Cami mulling over a better introduction. After a few minutes (and a few passes in front of the couch), she nods, bracing herself as she tries again.]

I think after the event we all just went through, everyone would agree that this world is far from a perfect place. But it doesn’t have to be perfect to still be…good. [She smiles, seemingly more satisfied with the opening.] While most of us—no. While many people are understandably eager to go home, the way things stand right now, that’s currently out of our control.

[Her pacing stops, though she smiles still. What comes next is something she’s known for a long time, but only recently truly understood.]

All we can do is try and find a way to live here in the meantime.

[She tucks her hair back behind her ear, weighing the words she’s just said. On the whole, much better than her first attempt, and she resumes walking and thinking aloud.]

And for some people, therapy can be beneficial towards doing that. It isn’t the easiest step to take; a lot of people think going to therapy means something’s wrong with them, that they aren’t good enough somehow. But as hard as it is to admit you need help—might need help—once you do…

[Her voice trails off again. Idly, Cami’s hand reaches up to toy with the pendant she’s taken to wearing as of late: a small cross made of diamonds.

God, the last few months were hard ones.]


Once you do, you’d be amazed how much better things can get.

[But she knows not to say that for real. Her personal experience aside, Cami is well aware that therapy isn’t a magic fix-it button or an immediate cure all. So she’s quick to shake her head, mentally striking that line from her upcoming speech.]

Okay, so less miracle worker at the end, but that wasn’t bad. [Dropping down on the couch, Cami reaches for the phone, meaning to review what she’s just put together, make her changes, practice once more and then broadcast for real.

As such, Wonderland gets a pretty good view of her expression when she realizes that she’s already been sending her message out over the network.]


Is this…oh God. [She groans, resting her free hand against her now reddening face.] It’s already on the network. Well, hi there, Wonderland. Welcome to this behind the scenes look at the therapist in residence embarrassing herself.

[Right. Still recording, Cami. Now is not to die of mortification.]

So obviously that was all supposed to just be practice, but it’s also true. And there is a therapist office on the sixth floor, room twenty if anyone is interested in talking.

[She sighs, but at least the sound ends with a soft laugh. What else can she do at this point?]

And I promise I’ll have the phone put away so this doesn’t happen to you.



{{ooc: Also open to action if you’d prefer to have your character just show up. Cami’s there all day.}}
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NOTICE:

I would like to submit a formal, if belated, apology to all those who were inconvenienced by our last event1. It was from my world and no doubt had a discombobulating effect. If there are lingering queries, please direct them to me in the archival room located in the west wing of the library, first floor.

In news that is more favourable but tangentially-related: I am interested in the temporal demographics of those in residence here, as it has been some time since I last conducted a survey of this nature. I am myself from the year 1935, but as I understand it this fits into a very specific timeline from a very specific world, and there are other worlds with differing dating systems and dimension-specific technological innovations. This is not a formal study, but a personal inquiry to satisfy curiosity.

As always, I can be found in the stacks unless the day is particularly fine.

-E. O’Connell













1Said event consisted of (likely foreign and uncomfortable) early-20th century clothing in unforgiving Sudanese desert climes, a hazardous oasis with irritable locals, and frequent aural and visual disorientation.
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[Hey Wonderland, it's John Winchester back at it again. He's looking a little thinner that the last time he addressed the network, a little more bearded. Like he's been through a sickness recently but he's working through it.]

So, coming off the tail end of all that, the new year, and some shiny new meat, I think maybe it's time to go over some rules they don't tell you about in your nice little welcome packet.

[No offense to the people who work on that. But really, it doesn't have the important shit. As he goes, he holds his fingers off, ticking each point one by one. Take notes. ]

First, it won't help your sorry ass when this place decides to rewrite your mind, but always keep a stockpile of food. Cans, non-perishables, bottled water, dry beans, that kind of crap. Keep a knife and matches with it too. Basic survivalist shit. You never know when the closets are gonna rebel.

Second, learn how to use a gun. I can show you how, or Jo over in the bar, or whoever, but you need to know. Keep that handy, too.

Make some goddamn friends. I don't give half a crap if you're some lone wolf badges back home, you're not gonna survive without someone watching your back.

Stay away from those vendors, the ones out there who don't deal on money? Nothing they could give you is worth it. Fuck 'em.

[John makes a face- even thinking about those fuckers gives him the creeps.]

And finally, don't fuck with the library. Don't even entertain the idea of getting fire near it. Don't kill anyone in the goddamn library. And Jesus Christ, don't piss off the librarian. I'm not joking.

[And then, since he's never been one for conclusions or wrapping up nice and neat, he kills the feed.

There you go. Dad advice.]
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[ it took her forever to hit send on this one, agonizing over whether or not she really wanted to hear the myriad of potential responses. she talked to bonnie (and to some degree, daenerys) about it last month, but there's a part of her that's curious -- that wants to know where the rest of the mansion stands. ]

i'm not homesick.
i'd like to find a way out, but i don't really want to go home.
is that bad?
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[Tim clears his throat awkwardly and pushes his glasses up his nose. He smiles for the camera, but it doesn’t actually make him look any less uncomfortable.]

Uh. Hi, everyone. I have to admit, when I woke up this morning, I definitely didn’t expect to be anyplace like this. I mean, Wonderland? It’s kind of hard to believe it’s real, you know?

[He pauses and then laughs a little awkwardly.]

Uh. Well. Obviously you do know. Since you’re all here, and I doubt very many of you came from Carroll’s storybook.

Anyway, hi. I’m Tim Drake--from Gotham, if that means anything to anyone. I… hope it will be nice to meet you.

[He says like he hasn't been reading as much as possible about everyone on his phone-computer thing before actually announcing himself to the network.]
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[ It's a good thing nobody can see Sam right now, because the younger Winchester brother isn't having a particularly Happy New Year thus far. Why? ]

This is Sam Winchester. I need somebody who can-- someone who's got experience in, uh... Sumerian. [ He seems distracted enough to not explain, or at least to not find any humor in how obscure his request is. ] And, maybe more importantly, anyone who is good with ciphers. If you've got time, I'm in the library, and I could really use your help.

[ "What for, Sam?" There's a pause, and then: ]

I'll explain when you get here.
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[As Elizabeth peers into the camera, it's obvious that she looks drawn and tired, but on closer inspection it would seem that her pallid face and puffy eyes come not from keeping awake and out of the other Wonderland, but because she's been crying.]

Booker DeWitt is gone. I waited on announcing it, I thought he might come back, but...

[She knew she'd just been trying to avoid accepting it, really. But in her heart of hearts she knew he hadn't just disappeared temporarily, like Rick had and like she's telling herself Dr Pines has done currently.]

Please, if there's one thing I can ask of you all, it's to never make promises you can't keep. They just hurt all the more when they're broken.

[She hurriedly turns off the feed before the tears start again.]
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[It doesn't take long for James to find his network device again, and to sprint up to his (his and Lily's) room for a change of clothes that are a bit less date night and a tad less covered in snow.

He's fiddling with his wedding ring when the video begins, making sure it's securely on his hand. It's a bit hard – his hands are shaking. He tries to sound like himself on camera though, and tries not to seem so rattled.
]

I...I-I'm. I'm back. How long was I gone? Should've been about a week, right?

[What if it wasn't, though? What if he was like Coraline and came back years and years later? He pushes a hand through his hair and messes it up in a fit of nerves before continuing.]

Lily? Sirius? I'm back, and I remember. I'm-- you know where I am. Just, err. Thought I'd let all of Wonderland know.

[He forces a smile as best as he can, and gives a wave to the camera before shutting it off.]
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( she's fairly chipper when the video feed switches on. river is making use of one of those sneaky little in built devices for this, although it might be hard to tell at first considering her palm is currently covering the camera. it disappears quickly enough though, and there's her bright little face, all toothy grins and dark wild hair.

if it almost looks a little manic, well. that makes sense, because that's her in a nutshell.

she gives the device a bow before she speaks, a big sweeping gesture that sees her hair trailing on the floor and her nose almost touching her knees. when she pops back up she takes a couple of steps back, far enough back for her bare feet to become apparent. it's all very odd, really. )


Do I have your attention? ( which is really enough to make people wonder if the odd behaviour is entirely her, or if it's ( at least partially ) a gambit designed to focus viewers on her. whether the former or the latter, river will certainly never tell. instead she smiles and blows some of the hair out of her face with a huff. it's not really all that successful. ) Now, we can begin. There is too much inside these walls.

( a demonstration apparently in order, she raps her knuckles against the wall behind her, four knocks in quick succession. )

Twice as many minds as bodies, "yes, we all know" she hears, but do they really know? I have a headache already. ( which isn't a lie, she can feel the presence of so many conflicting thoughts and feelings pressing against her mind already, but she doesn't let anything more than a small frown reflect this on her expression. all smiles here, still. after all, headache or not, this place is absolutely fascinating to river. ) Is there somewhere silent to think alone? Somewhere without so much chatter.

( note that the hallway is completely noiseless, except for her. )

Noise, noise, noise. All she wants is the quiet, just one or two or three hundred and fifty seconds. Not a lot. Is there somewhere here that can be quiet?

( on that lovely final note, she skips back up to the device, plugging away at a few buttons, and then the feed disappears. )
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Public:

[ The feed opens to a view of Darcy in the corner of the coffee shop, a steaming mug beside her and an assortment of electronics. She may or may not be making up for lost time thanks to Hell. Not cool Wonderland, not cool. Thankfully her time there hadn't been too bad - handy to have a buddy with a literal infinity stone inside of her around. ]

'Sup fellow Wonderlandians, I thought it'd be cool to do a little gift exchange throughout the mansion - especially after our latest adventure courtesy of this place. It's also getting to be that time of year that it gets tougher if you've lost people or feel like you're on your own. So! I wanted to do a Wonderland Secret Santa or a Holiday Super Secret Gift Exchange or a-- [ Time for everyone to get a front seat to the spinning wheels of her mind at work. ] Secret Christmahanakwanziwhateverelsepeoplecelebrate...ta if you don't celebrate Christmas........... thing. [ Don't worry if you're confused by what she just said guys, it's pretty evident by her expression that she confused herself. She's trying to make an effort to keep it inclusive, but she didn't exactly plan out a new name for the thing beforehand. ] Anyone can participate, newbies or if you've been around here forever. For people who don't know what it is, you get a name and you have to put together a present for them. Doesn't have to be anything special, but it doesn't hurt to make an effort. Also, it's a cool way to get to know new people or to just stay in touch.

I know it's a little early to be throwing this out there, but the Mansion likes to throw kinks in Holiday plans usually, so better safe than sorry on that front. Fingers and toes crossed this place doesn't turn a solid chunk of the population into tiny children again, getting stuck on the coat hook was no fun. [ Yeah, that's a whole 'nother story in and of itself. ] Any questions, feel free to hit me up or stop into the coffee shop. [ She picks up a stack of paper, scribbled notes and scientific drawings cluttering the pages. ] I'll be here for at least a few hours working through this stuff. There will also be a bucket on the counter down here if you need a little time to think about signing up. Hoping to get names out to people in the next, like, week and a half to two weeks. Thanks everybody!

[ And with that, she ends the feed on the laptop - shooting off a quick text to Steve before going back to building a way to keep track of everything in between pages. ]

Private to Steve:

Hey. Do you have a few minutes to chat tonight? I have a question for you.


[ ooc There will be an OOC sign up later today! ]
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[SURPRISE. Wonderland’s favorite twins are back and their faces are on your devices, all smiles… Well, Mabel is all smiles, anyway. Dipper is smiling too, though, as usual, he looks a little more subdued. He's also got an entirely different hat than usual. It's Mabel that speaks first, though.]


So bad timing, Wonderland… Or maybe good timing, depending on how you wanna look at it, but Dipper and I were, like, just on a bus going back home to Piedmont, and then suddenly it’s all whaaaat. [she waves her hands in a mock pantomime of her mind being blown.]


Still pretty good to be back though. And, just in case you were sad and missed us while we were gone, I come bearing gifts! ...Technically, it’s a gift for the future, but Future You can thank me somehow. I know time travelers. We can make this happen.


[Dipper shifts forward, grinning.] We all know the worst part of Wonderland, right? The whole memory loss thing. [That and the not aging thing, but Dipper's feeling a little less bad about that than he was. They are growing up. Just… not too fast.]


Well, lucky for all of you, Mabel here is an expert at unerasing memories. [...is that a word? Dipper decides not to worry about it.] Her scrapbooks have literally fixed amnesia.


YUP! [she’s so proud of this, okay.] So I’m gonna be donating all my Wonderland scrapbooks to the gallery. That way if you ever feel like you’ve forgotten something or if you wanna see if one of your friends was here and you missed them or just wanna be reminded of all the times Wonderland isn’t being a jerk, you’ll have something to ease your mind. With sparkly gel pen descriptions! [she leans forward and whispers, conspiratorially] That’s the Mabel difference.


[Dipper raises a finger.] Also, for people whose eyes hurt when they look at things Mabel has written, I've been keeping a very thorough account of all my time here. Those will also be available in the library as I finish them.


[Mabel sticks her tongue out at him.] Neeerd.

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