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[ She knew as soon as the cryptic message went up what this was going to be. And it's really something to finally be up, after two and a half years, to know this one's yours and it won't be anything good. Michonne's stockpiled more than usual - cases of bottled water, a shit ton of non-perishable food, and guns, ammo. She doesn't know what to expect; maybe it'll all disappear overnight, but she has to try.

When she wakes up back home, back in Alexandria, at first she thinks she's back. But she remembers Wonderland, sits up straight in bed and realizes a few things. Rick's not beside her, her stockpile from yesterday is still there, and her device is on the nightstand. Dressing quickly, she gets up, walks through the familiar house and out onto the porch.

She is home. There's no Daryl in the house next door, her people aren't here, but she's back and she isn't sure how to feel. She isn't even sure what fucked up thing might happen. She has to do her best to warn everyone, toe the line between scaring the shit out of people and making sure they understand. Sitting at her kitchen table (and that's a weird thing, too. This isn't anyone's but hers. This is all...hers. Her house, her couch, her mantle where she hung her katana thinking in a bout of optimism that it could stay there) she turns on her device, her face a little harder than usual which is, in all honesty, saying something. ]


If you don't know me, my name's Michonne. This is my world. Looks nice. Quaint. But it's not. Most people in Wonderland call it a zombie apocalypse. We didn't know what it was.

[ She really can't help having this moment out loud. ]

It was never entertainment for movies and tv in my world. It's real. Most of you already know what to do: shot to the head is the only thing that kills them. It's not good enough to just cut off the head. It can still bite. You get bit, you die and turn. Come back as one of them. Don't worry about being able to tell the difference between someone alive and someone dead. You can see it. Smell it.

[ And uh, one other thing: ]

If you get bit on a part that can be cut off, arm, leg. Do it. Cut it off as soon as you can. If you don't bleed to death, you won't turn.

[ But everyone knows this is temporary, so maybe people would just rather die than go through an amputation. Maybe they'd die and turn because eventually, this will end. They don't have to keep living it every single day. ]

I don't know if walkers will even be the issue. It could be anything I've gone through, right? There's enough fucked up shit that's happened, the biggest threat might not even be the dead. Just trust me. Get a weapon. Stay close because there's safety in numbers. I'm at the very end of the neighborhood with cases of water and food if you don't have any, but look in your pantries and see if there are rations, first. If you know how to use a gun, I've got those too.

Just know that noise draws them in. Gunfire is dangerous, might as well sound off a dinner bell for walkers. That's why I've had and always will have a katana. If you smell like them, they won't bother you. Smear their guts on you, smell dead, walk slow, you can get through a hoard.

[ She should stop, she can't tell everyone everything, it's too much. ]

You know how to reach me, if you need me.
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[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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So, um.

[ This time around, John's a bit more prepared to address a network. He's set himself up a little studio area in the corner of his room and his phone's mounted to record him hands-free. ]

Heard from a coupla people that I wasn't real consistent 'bout takin' care of myself— [ the last time he was here. ] —historically speakin'. And I got to thinkin' 'bout that some three or four days ago, when I realized there was a whole day where I just sat 'round my room feelin' like crap, eatin' like I did when I was a teenager, stinkin' like a fool 'cause I needed a dang shower, but I was not feelin' it.

And you know what? Those people were right. Realized that. Once in a while — maybe more'n I'd like to admit — I totally forget I gotta maintain me.

[ He shifts in his chair and digs a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it and holding it up for the camera. It's pretty short and sweet: "Drink water. Sleep. Shower. Help someone. Exercise. Eat. Socialize. Smile. Relax. Forgive." ]

Made myself a little list, been tryin' it for a coupla days, and if I do six or seven things off this list every day, then I'm callin' it a success.

[ John sets the list aside. If anyone wants a copy, he's provided an attachment. ]

Now I'm curious, wonderin' what sorta things you guys find yourself forgettin' now that you're here. Your lists look like mine? Or is it totally diff'rent? And what're we all missin' that oughta be on everyone's lists?
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What's up, Wonderland? If you're new, I'm Ellie, and that's all the intro you get, 'cause it's not important.

[ Ahem! Without further ado, she stands aside to give everyone a sweeping view of an arcade game which is sitting in the middle of her room. ]

Ta-da! This is The Turning, AKA the coolest game of all time. I've had it here for a while, but I was waiting for the right time to do this, and I think this is the right time. Or something. Anyway, it's a kickass fighting game with boss fights and shit. And the best character ever: Angel Knives. Yes, that's her name, and she's awesome.

[ Okay, enough advertisement. ]

So, first off, I was wondering if someone could help me get this thing to the teen center... place. [ Because of a broken arm, which she is very strategically not showing on screen. ] Second, I'm gonna start planning a tournament for this, so you better practice up! Prize is TBD, but I promise it'll be awesome. I won't be playing since I've pretty much become a boss at this, but I'll moderate. And pick out the previously-mentioned awesome prize. So... yeah, once I get those details sorted out, I'll let you know. See ya!

[ Aaaand she's gone. ]
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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.
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[When the video feed opens up, the camera pans to a cheerful young girl sitting in the music room. She'll greet the network with her brightest of smiles.]

Hello everyone!

[After the greeting, she energetically waves in to the camera.]

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Sayaka Maizono. I've been in Wonderland for going on... [She trials off, counting the days in her head.] six months now! During my stay, I've met so many nice and interesting people.

One of the things I've noticed was that there's a good amount of people who are into music. Back home, I was an idol, so I love music too! I've been wanting to put together a concert but then I had another idea that struck me just recently.

I was wondering, would anyone be interested in having some sort of music festival? I think it would be a lot of fun for everyone to perform and show off their musical talents for all of Wonderland. All skills would be welcome! Singing, dancing, playing instruments, you name it.

[She happily claps her hands together and continues to speak.]

Of course, everyone is invited to watch! Even if you aren't into music, you are more than welcomed to just sit back and chat. I'll also be making snacks for everyone to munch on too!

[The smile on her face never fades and if anything, she looks even more excited than when she started the video feed.]

Thank you so much for your time! If enough people are interested, I would love to make this happen.

[Once the network cuts off, you can find Sayaka hanging out at the music room either doing vocal practice, or writing down ideas for a new song.]

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?
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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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[ the woman on the feed runs a hand through short, highlighted brown hair, the uncertainty in her eyes quickly making it clear that she's a recent arrival, and still riding the confusion train.  she has a particularly bad feeling about this, because she's pretty sure what's happened to her.  

she's also... half wrong.  her tone contains a forced chipperness that's dropped pretty quickly. ]


Ok, so... lesson learned: interdimensional portals aren't toys.  Count me among the enlightened.  Look, all we were trying to do was send Landor the Jolly Green Giant back home.  I promise, we never meant to drag him to LA in the first place.  Not that he wasn't uh, a great guy, what with the drokken hunting and all, but I think we can all agree that people are better off sticking to their dimensional zip code.  

Speaking of which, I'd really... really like to go back to mine.  And I sort of lost my portal-opening guidebook en route, so uh... oh, what was it again....

Przvzyz.  Grxnyl?

Zrn...brl?


[ just no.

LOOK.  HOW MANY RANDOM COMBINATIONS OF LETTERS WITH NO VOWELS CAN THERE BE.  she's hoping any of them will come back to her, but that's just... not happening.  not to mention she's not sure whether the physical book is actually a part of the incantation or not.  whatever, it was a shot.  

the extensive candlelight behind her gives away her location to those familiar with the mansion: she's in the ballroom. ]

Entry #5

Jun. 8th, 2016 04:53 pm
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[Alex doesn't film himself very often. Whenever he does, he gets a spray of static fuzzing over the screen and making things damn difficult to determine. But in this case, that works in his favor. He's far enough away from the camera for it not to make such a huge difference, anyway, the device positioned on the far corner of his desk as he scribbles something down on a sheet of paper, its contents obscured to the viewer.

Those with sharp eyes might spot the corners of several papers tacked to his walls featuring scribbled messages that may seem eerily familiar for anyone who's come into extended contact with Mr. Kralie here, but the content of his message is what's meant to be the vital thing here.

He doesn't look up as he speaks, gaunt and shadowed eyes riveted on whatever it is he's writing.]


So I had a little chat with the Queen. Y'know, the chick that allegedly runs this place, rules the mirrors, yadda yadda yadda.

[Static spritzes momentarily over the feed, multicolored bars bisecting his features before the video jumps back to normal. Alex seems to have anticipated this, and resumes speaking when the digital fit is done.]

I won't bore you with the details. But, uh, she said something pretty interesting.

[He's got footage of the event itself, because why wouldn't someone as rampantly paranoid as he not be filming it, but there's no way to display it without revealing his own offer to the Queen, in which he proposed that he serve as a pair of her eyes on the Real side. As it is, he'll simply have to say it directly and hope people believe him, because it's real freaking shady, what she just implied.]

She said she's got eyes on our side. People watching things out for her. Had some real, or maybe I should say Real, "capable help" at her disposal.

[For the first time, he eyes the camera coldly, suspiciously. As if his paranoia needed to be ratcheted up further.]

Now why would she say a thing like that?
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[ The feed snaps on, and the frame is on the crowded side. In the foreground Steve and Wanda are seated, arranged on a couch in one of the mansion’s tea rooms, while Natasha stands behind them, leaning against the wall near the door. Steve has his phone tilted so that all of three them are visible, Wanda’s arm linked with his.

Steve’s in civilian wear, his expression composed and collected. He isn’t here to give out orders or make any speeches, though. ]


So it looks like Wonderland sent all three of us home at once. Sorry about that. [ As if they had any control over it. ] But we’re back now and more or less in one piece. [ Which isn’t the full story at all, but that isn’t something that needs to be shared with all of Wonderland.

Natasha pushes away from the wall at this and moves closer into the frame of the video, leaning on the back of the couch over Steve’s shoulder, expression mild. ]
I don’t know if any others of us were sent home recently, but if so, letting us know would be greatly appreciated.

[ Her lips quirk briefly. ] Either way, I think some of us will need to be assembling for a SitRep soon regardless. But we wanted to let you know we were back to keep people from worrying.

[ Steve glances over his shoulder at Natasha, nods, and then returns to looking at his phone. ] Let us know if we’re needed anywhere.

[ With that, the feed cuts. ]


Action option for Steve )

Action option for Natasha )

Action option for Wanda )
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[It had been the right thing to do. For everyone. He wasn't safe, couldn't trust himself, and while he hadn't wanted to do it, it had been the only choice. But he's been in and out of cryostasis enough to know when coming out this time isn't the same. It's not just the breeze on his skin causing his too-long hair to dance across his forehead, or the sweet, dry smell of fruit trees. No, it's the way he wakes up. Slow, naturally, like he'd slept the whole night through, and there's nothing normal about that.

The communication device his fingers are curled around doesn't bother him. Bucky's used to not remembering things, but the stalls and the vendors with their strange shapeless masks who stand nearby do. He walks past one, their face completely smooth, as featureless as a blank wall, and his breath catches in his throat, freezing him in place. There's a million explanations going through his mind and none of them make any sense except one and he doesn't want to think about that.

It takes a vender getting too close before he snaps out of it long enough to go through the motions. Better clothes, sweats and a white tank aren't cutting it, and a relatively safe place to hide so he can figure things out, grabbing a pamphlet on the way.

Bucky's face is half-hidden when the feed starts, voice low, and he wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary. He was on shaky ground and he needed something to steady him.]


Name's Bucky. I'm looking for someone. Steve Rogers.

[It's risky to put it out there like that. He doesn't know these people and he's been alive long enough to know that even the prettiest people with the brightest smiles can be hiding the worst lies and secrets. But he needs to find someone he remembers. Everything is muddled and this place looks like something his mind has made up.]

He might go by Captain America.

[Just in case he's alone in Wonderland, he adds a little more.]

If someone could tell me what the hell's going on here, I'd appreciate it.

[There's a brief pause. He considers mentioning the obvious physical difference that would set him apart, but they'll figure it out when they see him.]

I'll be on the first floor, entrance hall, if anyone wants to talk in person. This way's fine, too.

[ooc: spoilers for civil war possible in this post; if anyone doesn't want them, please let me know.]
thinblueline: ([±] what's that?)
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Wonderland.

[ A nod in greeting, no more or less warm than usual (as usual happens to be uncommon in this case). His last public address had been in a prior year — an enthusiastic explanation of baseball — and in the time since, nothing has changed, not actually changed. ]

Name's John. Ah, Blake to most of you, but Robin John Blake if we're bein' proper. I've been here for— [ A puff of air, a shake of his head. He's still twenty-nine, hasn't aged a day since his arrival, but there's no staving off the way turmoil has done what time cannot. ] Well, I can't accurately say, but it's been years. Lifetimes in some cases — always enjoyed those kinda events — but on actual days I can count as bein' here, it's over three years.

I don't— [ A pause. He was once personable — trained to be — but so much of that has worn down to this personality of half-measure, a ghost of what once was. ] Tryin' to explain, so bear with me, but I don't think... I don't think I'm goin' home. [ He breathes in, lets it out slowly. ] And that's what I want, so I'm okay with it.

Some part of me is always gonna be here. Mean that in the most technical sense, 'cause this place has taken from me — memories and who knows what else. Figure even if I go home-go home it's gonna be true, that I'm still gonna be here.

So... that's my big announcement. I'm here to stay. By any means necessary, I think. [ His smile is rueful. ] Groundbreakin', I know; a blip of Wonderland's vast radar screen. But it also gives me an opportunity to say I'm retirin' too. From my life of crime fightin'. Won't make much of a diff'rence here 'cause that's not really what I do, but it'll make a diff'rence in me, I think.

[ Blake shrugs, rubs at the small amount of stubble that's shadowing his chin. ]

Anyway, if anyone wants to celebrate or whatever, I'll be 'round the bar in a bit.



[[ OOC: Action prompt can be used anywhere, not just at the bar. Let me know if you need a starter by PMing this journal or hitting me up on plurk @blakeroo. ]]
ofletters: (that they will see)
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[ Maybe one day, Sam will come onto the network and announce that someone has arrived in Wonderland, or will have something to say that's generally not depressing. Today is not that day. ]

Messages are bouncing back from Bobby Singer's phone. Checked his room and the stuff's gone. Guess that means he went with it.

Bobby was a good guy. Better than most.
Tell people that kind of stuff while you can.
May be cheesy but you could end up regretting it later if you don't.

video;

Apr. 4th, 2016 02:08 pm
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A couple months ago, I suggested getting some self-defense lessons going. We won't always have weapons with us when Wonderland transports us someplace, and God knows we're often at a disadvantage. So I thought we could learn how to defend ourselves with or without weapons. But events came and went, it got delayed, and then to top it off- Well. It's done now.

[ She pans the camera around to show a comfortable large room. Mats are on the floor, weapons are on the wall. Everything is light and cheerful. No blood yet, either. ]

I've already talked to some of you about classes. Let me know if you're still interested. I've got sign-up sheets by the door for anyone else who wants to teach or take private lessons, that sort of thing.

So swing by or, if you can't, let me know if you're interested in lessons.

Private messages to John Blake, Evelyn O'Connell, Faith Lehane, Natasha Romanoff (616), Mystique, Chuck Hansen, Victor Frankenstein, and Philip )
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[The church had disappeared. Somehow, in her waiting, Lilith had fallen asleep and awoke in a strange garden, surprised and confused at how she had been apprehended so easily. This wasn't Heaven, the angels wouldn't interrupt her plans or avert the apocalypse. Everyone wanted it, except for the Winchesters (but who cares what they want?)

So then where was she? How did she get there? It was almost pitiful that she had been surprised...

...and pitiful was not something she could accept.]

What is this place? [She's angry, fuming, but containing that rage in a silent simmer. When she's quiet, that's when she is dangerous.] What trick is this?
nascensibility: how about I take you there sometime (so Heaven is pretty nice)
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[Download full-size.]


Back in the summer of last year I made inquiries about the experiences of Wonderland residents who hail from time periods before a more "modern" era, in the hopes of creating a guide that might best facilitate the transition for them to contemporary advances. The project fell through for a number of reasons not long after-

[Primarily because she left, died, and came back, which tends to put a bit of a damper on personal research, but that is not known by the general public.]

-but I am happy to have produced a pamphlet that I hope the rest of you might circulate with the...ah, existing one [that nondescript abomination] should you meet someone unfamiliar with the communications devices, or the appliances in the kitchen.

Please feel free to refer anyone with questions about bookkeeping and records to me, I've recently reorganised our archives in the west wing of the library.

[With that, Evelyn cuts the feed.

The project came as a distraction more than anything, something that had been pushed to the backburner in her grief, practically forgotten while she dragged herself through the days following her death in August. Being someone with an immense proclivity to work that others might find tedious or mind-numbing she weighed the options before her following the morning six days ago when she had woken up to find her bed empty again, the only belongings left behind a linen shirt and a cup of cold Turkish coffee on the counter.

It almost came as no surprise as she had sluggishly poured the beverage out in the sink, rinsing the porcelain. Why should it, anymore?

Later in the day Evelyn can be found in the unlikeliest of places: Wonderland's fifth floor bar, drowning dismay with whisky and rye.
]
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[ Steve's given it a few days.

There hadn't been any real reason for it. The moment that the door between his room and Bucky's had disappeared once more, he'd known it in his gut. Finding the room completely vacant had only made it concrete. He could have announced it right then and there, but he'd needed some time to compose himself, and...

Maybe a tiny part of him had hoped to be wrong, even though he knew Wonderland's pattern all too well at this point.

He doesn't have it in him to show a strong face right now, so it's only his voice that he broadcasts to the network. That, at least, he should be able to keep steady. ]


To anyone who knew Bucky Barnes — some of you may have known him as James — he's left the mansion. All of his belongings are gone, including his phone.

[ Steve has to do this, as painful as it might be. Bucky had made real friends here, he'd gotten close to other people, and they all deserve to know what happened. Everything that Steve and Bucky had grown here, it's gone now, but for a while it can live on in the memories of each person who'd considered Bucky a friend. Except that bit by bit, those people will disappear too. Steve knows how this goes by now. ]

I'm sorry you had to find out this way. [ But most people probably haven't noticed Bucky's absence yet. He hadn't been one for routine, and he hadn't let people into his room when he wasn't there. ] He would have at least wanted the chance to say goodbye. [ But now he's gone, and all of that recovery, all of those new memories, are gone with him.

Steve can tell that he's spiraling, negative thoughts feeding on each other, and so it's better to cut this off before he slips. ]
That's all. [ And with that, the recording ends.

Rather than in his room, Steve is currently at the bar, figuring that most people wouldn't think to look for him there. But it's tempting to try and get his hands on some Asgardian mead. Just like the last time he lost Bucky, he has to struggle with the fact that he can't get drunk so easily. ]
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[ Carl doesn't know where this place is, nor appreciates being kidnapped away from his family really, but when he turns on the video, he is settled in the library comfortably away from the majority of unfamiliar faces here and trying as hard as he can to look calm for whom he assumes are his captors... and fellow kidnappees.

Of course what you don't know is that in the last half hour or so, during his initial arrival, he was 100% an open display of panic, uneasiness, and questions before even getting to this point. And while he's found most his answers and come to calm considerably on the outside, he has a couple more question to ask right now! ]


Dad? Are you here? [ His voice ventures with that to start, hoping if his dad, or anyone he knew, in fact, were here it would alert them to his presence on the spot. Then putting on his brave face and moving more to the point, he continues: ] Um, I was told- [ actually ] I overheard that this's how you can talk to everyone, so I was wondering if anyone seen my friends.

There's Michonne, Glenn, Daryl, my dad. Rick Grimes... [ And others too. But honestly there's too many to list so he trails off at his dad's name, which sounds weird rolling off his tongue because the man was always respectfully just dad to him.

In any case, he figures if anybody knows one of his friends, they'll know all of them. He appears thoughtful about what he should say for a moment before he skips right to a closing thought. ]


So, if you see them, tell them I'm here. To call me on this phone. [ a pause ] Or just tell me how to find them.


(ooc: oh yeah, and a small note! happy to have anyone bump into him in the library or before that. anything is cool with me, really! PM me or add me on plurk at [plurk.com profile] Naonith if you'd like to talk or plot.)
ofletters: (let it be)
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Knew this place couldn't go through the end of the year without some crap. [ sigh ] ... Dean's gone. Winchester, if you just met him, or... you know. I don't know.

[ Man. When it rains, it pours. ]

Room's cleared out. The Impala should still be here, but I'm watching out for it until he gets back. Nobody'd better touch it; that car-

[ Sam cuts himself off, drawing a very long inhale, exhale. Not the time or the place for rants, and he's not in the mood to spin childhood stories over the network, anyway. ]

D'you think they plan it to happen when you least expect it? Jesus.
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[Today John is on the video feed, but only because he just doesn't have the give-a-crap to puzzle his way through the phone today. He looks like hell, as you do, but more hell than usual.

Yeah. Day drinking tends to do that. ]


Ah, not sure if anyone's been up on it,I hadn't heard word. But just...whoever was close with Adam Milligan, he's- I, uh, think he's gone back home.

[And, unfortunately, not to better things.

He immediately cuts the feed, before he says something he's going to regret. Because hey, when he drowns himself in guilt and cheap whiskey nothing good happens.]
rickochet: (returns 17)
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[He turns the device over in the hands a few times, trying to make heads or tails of it. It begins recording during his fumbling, so whoever is watching gets a nice view of his hands, his bandoliers, his shoes… all before focusing on his face.]

I'm supposed to believe this is some kind of radio? How does that work?

[He hits it with his hand, and the video fills with the appropriate amount of static for the level of abuse it's withstanding.]

Hello. My name is Rick O'Connell. Is anyone out there receiving this? If someone'll come back to me on the line, I could really use some info right about now.

[With no idea what he's doing, Rick randomly starts poking the device until it finally cuts the video feed. Muted swearing can be heard before the audio dies as well.]

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littlestreetcat: (bored)
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[ By now, she's already had a relatively thorough look around the mansion and its grounds, investigating and exploring. She's overheard conversations, watched some people from afar, and has the gist of what this place is about. She's pretty sure she has, anyway. Wonderland, it's called. They're all "prisoners", all from different worlds or universes or whatever, blah blah blah, some magic junk, etc. It's only then, when she feels like she understands the situation, that she finally makes an appearance on the network, a wry smile on her face as she broadcasts. ]

So, I've heard this place be referred to as a prison, but you know what? It ain't so bad. I mean, there're rooms for each of us, free food--as much as you can eat--and we're free to come and go as we please. I don't see what's so bad about all that.

[ She kicks her feet up from her sitting position and gives the camera a look. ]

I think I could get used to this, actually. Loads better than anywhere I've ever lived before. Sure, we're trapped here or whatever, but is it really so bad? Could be a lot worse, you know. I'd rather be trapped somewhere comfortable if I'm going to be trapped at all.

[ With that, she shrugs, and cuts the feed. ]
failedparenting: (56r: I'm ending it)
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[It's your friendly neighborhood alcoholic back again, and this time he's not threatening to burn the entire place to the ground with no remorse.

So that's nice.]


I got a quick poll for everyone here:

One, who actually can play poker around here? Real poker, okay, not any pansy low stakes crap. That, or pool. I'll take anything. [ Ahem.] Two: Is there anyone around here over 50? I mean, jesus christ.

[Not including Stan Pines and two people he already knew goddamn personally. It's ridiculous. It's like the only grey hair he's seen in months is in his own damn beard.]

Surrounded by goddamn children.
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One of the most festive and sexual holidays of the year is coming up and I'm here to help you find your perfect costume idea. I'm sure some of you already have ideas, but for those of you who need a hand, just look at some of the suggestions I've come up with for my friends:

For Sam Yao:


For John Blake:


For Dean Winchester:


For Sam Winchester:


Who's next?
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Hm...I've got the most curious feeling today. That very peculiar sensation of...repetition. I feel very much like I've felt this before, but I can't quite...

[But then, suddenly! Alice snaps her fingers and looks right into camera - staring directly into it somehow, with nothing where her eyes should be.]

Déjà vu! That's the word I've misplaced. Oh, and what a good thing I never truly lost it! Words do have a tendency to come and go in Wonderland, after all.

[Some of you know that better than others.]

The feeling is a bit sadder the second time around, don't you think so? No matter how hard you try, it will never quite be what it was before. It might seem similar, but nothing is ever exactly the same after so much time.

[Alice pouts a bit though, and shakes her head.]

Hm! What a melancholy thought. It can't possibly be so bad as all that. After all, it's only a feeling, and everyone knows that feelings can't actually hurt anyone. It's always feelings themselves that get hurt.

[Yes, that's much better. And with that the camera flickers off all by itself.]

video;

Oct. 1st, 2015 10:07 pm
agentxthirteen: (04: why did sitwell just come)
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[ Unlike her first video, there are now faint shadows under Sharon's eyes. Despite that, she looks better - and feels better - than she has in a while. She's sitting at the desk in her room, papers scattered on the bed behind her. She's got a stack in front of her, too, out of sight below the screen. She holds up one of the papers for the camera, and flashes a quick grin. ]

Since this place runs on our memories, and makes us relive the worst, I'm putting together a questionnaire to give people who are already here and any new people who come in. The goal is to have an idea of what events we might face and to prepare for them as much as we can.

If you have any suggestions for what to include, I'd appreciate it. If you want to skip suggestions and tell me what to look out for, do. I'm looking for anything that might be used against us in an event - if you're from a world where zombies have taken over, or magic can make people turn against each other, you know, stuff like that. If you don't want to tell me here, I'm staying in room 13 on the ninth floor. You can tell me privately or leave a note there.

Thanks in advance.
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[ Snow has lived for hundreds of years, and as a consequence, she's become an expert of masking her feelings through almost any hardship imaginable. Still, it's difficult even now to keep the loss from reaching her eyes, though it stays out of her official, but cold tone as she addresses the network. ]

Charming - from Fabletown, not Storybrooke - disappeared recently, in case any of you met him. And... Bigby Wolf. I think he -

[ She cuts off, swallowing, measuring her words. ]

... His room is cleaned out. I know well enough what that means. With the pair of them gone, I'm the last from my world still here.

[ "I can take care of myself. I've been doing it for centuries." Yet, somehow, she'd thought Wonderland would be different.

At least Bigby is back with their children, she thinks, but it still stings like a fresh wound. ]


Bigby had an office on the first floor. I'm not sure if it's still there, but you're welcome to use the space if you need it for any reason.

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