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Jul. 21st, 2017 03:01 pm
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[ After the past few events, Caitlin feels like they all could do with being a little more prepared. Or at least, they could do with knowing who to go to for certain issues. She's already well-aware of the scientific community in the mansion, but there are other fields, right? Others who can lend a hand with... anything.

So she's trying to appear very professional here, in her lab. With her lab coat on.
]

Hi! So, a while back, Claire made a post asking if there were any other medical professionals here. And given the flavor of the last few... [ how does she phrase this ] incidents, I thought it may be useful to get an idea of who can do what around here.

[ She waves a hand, as if to cut off the question. ]

And I'm not asking if you have any special powers or anything. Though if you do, kudos. Even more so if you're comfortable talking about and using yours. [ Cause she is decidedly not. ] Think more along the lines of skills. Talents. Things you have specialized training in. That kind of thing. This way, when things go a particular sort of pear-shaped, we may all have an idea of who can help.

[ And then she smiles nervously. ] Okay. That's all. Thanks!

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Jul. 4th, 2017 11:46 am
wildwest: (✒ but his need for it controls him)
[personal profile] wildwest
I do hate to interrupt, [ comes the voice behind the network's latest entry. his voice is weighted down heavily by a distinct brand of southern drawl — georgia flavor, to those able to recognize it ] but seein' as I won't be goin' anywhere any time soon, I do believe proper introductions are in order. The name's Henry, and I hail from a small town in Colorado known as Purgatory. It was 2017, last I checked, but I don't suppose dates mean much in a "wondrous" place such as this.

[ yeah, the alice in wonderland references are completely lost on a man who missed out on not only the book's publishing, but all the disney adaptations that followed it. ]

You wouldn't happen to know if things you were... say, tethered to in your previous, less than wonderful life are still that way in this one, would you? I'm also interested in hearing what one does in Wonderland, other than wait for one of these so-called "events" to crop up, of course. A man of my specific skillset could get awful bored mighty fast without something worthwhile to entertain him.
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[Unsurprisingly, Wynonna is clearly sitting at a bar as she takes this video. She even holds up a shot.]

Cheers to waking up in strange weird places without even the excuse of blacking out the night before.

[she downs the shot.]

Now that I've got that out of the way I have a question -- are the people here selected randomly? I mean, they could have taken anyone in the world, I can't see why they would take me.

[Yes she can, she's the Earp heir, but she's not going to just advertise that to everyone. ]

I'm sorry if you've heard that one before, I tried to be original and not do the whole okay who is doing this, why am I here, how do I get home, I demand answers spiel. That has to get hella boring after a while.

[there's a pause and then.]

If you have any answers to those questions, however, I wouldn't say no to them. Even better, come down to...I think it was marked Damon's Bar? Anyway, come share a round of shots, fill me in on anything I need to know, it's sad to drink alone, especially when you've just been kidnapped.

Do a girl a solid, would you?

[feel free to respond via action or video, I'm open to both.]

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Jun. 28th, 2017 11:21 pm
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[personal profile] undirected
[Perhaps on the heels of such an interesting event, one wouldn't expect a person to be bored--and yet.

The message is short: a simple text, offered up without context or commentary.]


There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.

[Let's see what comes of it.]

[Voice]

May. 10th, 2017 11:14 pm
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[The Astrophysics lab is a bit of a mess at the moment, covered in alarming mechanisms that aren't fully installed yet. To keep people from jumping to conclusions, Fitz is opting for an audio-only message today.]

Apologies for the interruption. I just wanted to give ample notice that the lab will be performing some testing on this coming Friday. Please be advised that the fourth floor might be excessively noisy during the proceedings. We won't be working with anything particularly dangerous, so please don't be alarmed by anything you hear.

We're quite sorry for any inconveniences this might cause. It might be a good day to stay outside to avoid the noise pollution.

Thank you for your time.
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[ It's late and, rather than lay awake in bed, Caitlin's curled up in a tearoom and messing with her device. The questions she pose aren't pressing, not really, just idle curiosity finally given words. ]

I think it's amazing how someone can develop feelings for someone else here, especially if you both come from different worlds. Wouldn't you be worried that Wonderland would suddenly decide to send you home the moment you found actually happiness? Or plagued by the fear that the person you've fallen for isn't who they actually are? Just who they present themselves to be here.

[ She knows something of that, herself. The danger of falling in love with the idea instead of the actual person. ]

If you found yourself in that situation, would you hold back, keep your feelings to yourself? Or would you jump without thinking twice?
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[There's a familiar pair of rainboots and thick, colorfully pattered leggings, stripey legwarmers. Lots of squishy, muddy grass, still covered in patches of slushy snow. Coraline Jones is out strolling in the bleary weather, and sighs, grumbling.]

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

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

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

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


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

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

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Mar. 23rd, 2017 02:04 pm
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I have a question of a somewhat philosophical nature, if anyone feels they might indulge me.

[There is a reason he chooses to use an audio only medium for this. While Regis is ordinarily very gregarious, there are certain topics in which it is best that others do not see his reaction to what they say.]

What do you believe makes someone - or something - a monster? It may be a simple answer, or perhaps not so simple. I lean towards the latter.

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Mar. 17th, 2017 10:10 am
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[They're outside the mansion. Judging from the background noise of rushing water, they've propped their camera up on the fountain. The feed is otherwise silent as they fiddle with components - PVC piping, a can of hairspray, PVC glue, all the usual expected components that scream "misguided attempt at a backyard potato gun." Because that's what they're making. A misguided attempt at a backyard potato gun.]

Amazing, the things the closets will just let you have. Few people seem to consider what being a child in Wonderland means. Bedtime is never, there's no such thing as education, and you can eat nothing but Twinkies and Cap'n Crunch if you want to. I kill the time by working in a diner, and nobody breathes a word about child labour.

Guess it's pretty lucky we never have to worry about growing up, because we're probably learning some pretty messed up things. People like me aren't supposed to have limitless freedom. It's bad for us. We abuse it.

Oh well.

What do you think would happen if I fired a grenade out of this thing?

( voice )

Mar. 8th, 2017 07:10 pm
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[personal profile] chantes
You could be happy here. Having anything you desire, or being given a second chance. You could be happy, or at least not faulted for wanting to believe the dream. Dreams can be powerful, or quickly become a nightmare.

( Three guesses as to what Leliana's considering and the first two are probably correct. She knows that this is not in fact the Fade but it's the closest base of reference that she has -- somewhere that isn't quite real, where magic is more powerful than you would believe, dreams, desires. Demons. There is some influence here, and something else -- what else would want them captive? )

It would be more unsettling if we are simply left to our happiness. They take memories, feeding from us. Is that power only to feed what they do or is there more to it? What else will come, even if some have been waiting for so long?

( Perhaps some of the memories were not powerful enough, only giving a fraction of the power another memory did. Was it happiness or sadness, perhaps fear or anger? )

Would you give up something to keep this happiness going, or does fear of what may come stop that?
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[It's been a day and to say Daisy is stretched thin is an understatement. Still, she's doing her best to hold it together. Especially for Fitz and Simmons' sake considering this hit close to home for them. Fitz more so than anyone. Finding refuge in another room together, Daisy moved to take a seat on the ground. If Fitz and Simmons wanted the bed, it was there.

Taking out her network device, Daisy set it to broadcast out to anyone with theirs on.]


How's everyone holding up? Anyone missing?

[She didn't want to leave Fitz and Simmons alone, but if anyone needed help finding someone she couldn't just sit there.]

[OOC: Totally okay with this turning into action if anyone is up for that.]
hypoxic: (having just one dream)
[personal profile] hypoxic
[It's a softspoken man on the network tonight, one presently struggling to cope with a world of disappointment and anxiety. There's some stammering at the start of the message, but as he collects himself enough to share information, his cadence relaxes and grows more confident. This isn't about him right now. It's about everyone else.]


Pardon me -- if I could have everyone's attention for a moment? I'm sure we've all gotten a glimpse of what's gone on. I've some reason to believe that this might be a particular incident related to -- well -- that's not important. But I'd like to urge everyone to be mindful of the level of air presently available to you. As long as the number of available rooms continues to be infinite, it ought to be possible to make it through without incident as long as we stay in motion as necessary, provided that the doors continue to resist the rules of water pressure upon opening. I've done some calculations using what we know of the average unclaimed room. I believe that humans ought to be able to sustain themselves without incident for about eight hours without incident, though this is most likely variable for those of you with alternative physiologies. With that in mind, we may wish to consider that longterm planning might be an element to our survival. We may have to make efforts to organize our activities and movements to ensure we can all stay prepared for the week ahead of us.

[He pauses to take a breath, squeezing his fingers into his palm before continuing.]

Please be aware that since the oxygen-to-square-footage ratio provided is a rough estimate that may be impacted by people collecting together in groups, vigilance will also be important when it comes to recognizing the early signs of oxygen deprivation. If you notice an increase in heart rate or shortness of breath, please consider setting yourself into motion sooner rather than later. The same applies if you're with others and notice dilation of the pupils, or that they've started to display visible motor impairment.

I also hope that we can utilize the network to communicate distress when needed. I'll be in touch with a few of you soon with regards to some plans for relief and rescue.

Let's see if we can't all make it out of this in one piece, yeah?


Text to Peter Parker )

Text to Philip )

Text to Steve Rogers )

[OOC: I think I'm also going to use this as Fitz's catch-all for the event this time around, so feel free to throw action-sized stuff in here too if we've discussed anything that ought to take place later on.]

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Jan. 19th, 2017 11:21 am
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has anyone ever attempted to shut down travel by dimensional tear or portal or what might be referred to as some meta-physical means within wonderland or without it?

degree of success is unimportant-- i'm looking for anything pertaining to travel into wonderland, out of it, within it, to the mirror side, etc.

data is good, personal accounts are better. if you've gone to the mirror side (during a time where not everyone was invited over en masse) and are willing to offer information about your experience, that could be helpful as well.
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[personal profile] undirected
Baby it's cold outside (Action for Leonard Snart) )

[Well. Now that Rip has had an introduction provided by Mr. Snart paired with the opportunity to change into dry clothes, he decides to get straight to business. Never mind that he's been assured that time does not move within this realm, that somehow this fictional-based fantasy world is even more separated from time than the Vanishing Point. Despite that safety net (which he has not yet bought into, for the record), Rip possesses no desire to linger within these walls. Luckily the outdated technology provided for communication is simple enough to figure out. He turns on the video feed, making little attempt to put on a pleasant face—but he does have a British accent, so his voice sounds nice?]

Yes, hello there. My name is Rip Hunter, a just newly arrived prisoner of this—this sadly real version of seventies-era drug-induced hallucination.

[He might be a little frustrated here.]

I've been given an overview the way this dimension functions from one of my comrades here, most relevantly the supposed fact that escape is impossible. I would like to confirm this with the population at large.

[More to the point, he wants to know who is working to defy that rule. Raymond can't have been the only scientific mind brought to this world. Whatever efforts are being made, Rip wants in. He simply won’t say as much over the network, in case it is being monitored. Just as he remains certain that someone is trying to escape, he is equally sure someone is responsible for their imprisonment, even if their identity remains yet unknown.

Of course, wisdom dictates he be prepared for anything, and he pauses but a moment before continuing.]


I suppose I should also ask about some of the other things I’ve been told. While I have no reason to disbelieve those present from my own universe [liars and thieves though two of them may be], some of the things they described go well beyond the limits of what should be possible—and trust me when I say that given my own background, that is a definite point of concern.

Has there been any data collected on these so-called “events?” Any success in discovering how this world and the people within it are altered, seemingly at random?

[Anything at all that might show a successful resistance to all Rip has been told—ah, but he stops himself before that much spills out. Probably better not to piss off the general population on his first broadcast. He’s already got a disgruntled crew to manage, after all.]

That should suffice for now. Thank you all, for both your time and your cooperation.

[Now please, give Rip the answers he wants to hear.

With that done, Rip makes a few adjustments to the broadcast settings. The feed has ended for the population at large, but two particular residents get their own special message.]


With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings (Video for Ray Palmer and Mick Rory) )

[With that, he ends the transmission, though his wait won't be idle. He has a sprawling landscape to explore now that he's no longer soaked from his earlier arrival. If he is to be stuck there for the duration, Rip intends to know all he can about this prison--which means in turn, he can be found almost anywhere over the course of the next few days.]
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[personal profile] littledhampir
| Action & Threadjacking encouraged! She's in the Kitchen.|

[It's very rare that Rose graces the network in Wonderland, only having appeared once since she arrived here. That in and of itself makes this particular video rather curious. The subject at hand, likely one that's playing on everyone's mind but has Rose looking more than a little unsettled, despite her attempts to play at casual.

Clearly, she thinks the best way to deal right now, is to attempt to overdose on sugar; A plate piled high with an assortment of pastries, appearing in the corner of the shot.]


So... That whole thing with the Wonderland that wasn't really Wonderland?

[Her eyes narrow, teeth running over her lower lip as she carefully considers what she wants to say before giving it voice.]

We're all in agreement that it didn't really mean anything, right? It was just some, fake, alternate... you know, thing?

[She's obviously reaching but all this 'sciencey crap' is way outside of Rose's wheelhouse.]

Another one of Wonderland's stupid little mind games. [The unmistakable air of somebody trying to convince herself.

Rose breaks off a large chunk of a donut and pops it into her mouth, a flicker of doubt creeping in as she chews slowly.]


Right?
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[personal profile] demonstrate
summary: iris west returns to wonderland. )

[ iris west is a reporter back in her home world, and it's a shame she has not taken advantage of the network as much as she should. tends to happen when you lose yourself digging up info within the network. ten years worth of it. her notes went missing the day she did, so she'll have to start from the ground up.

let us tell you, it won't be easy. but it's also not impossible.

to iris west, impossible is nothing.

once she is more or less settled in and let those closest to her know she has returned, she reaches out to the network.
]

I've got a few questions for you, Wonderland.

Specifically, I have questions for those of you who've been sent home and were brought back. Note: I won't turn down information even if this technically doesn't apply to you. I'll take everything you've got.

1. Were you able to remember anything about Wonderland while you were home?
2. How long were you gone Wonderland-wise, and were all your Wonderland memories intact when you returned?
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[personal profile] boilover
I'm getting real tired of getting dumped in strange places against my will. I don't like it.

[There's a low, dangerous growl of disapproval and the expression on Mick's face is not a pretty one. It's somewhat reminiscent of an angry bull. This was the second time in God knows how many days that Mick Rory has found himself stranded somewhere new and different, unsure what the hell is happening. It's not a good feeling. It didn't inspire much good will.

Though this is a definite improvement over the last place. For one, there's food. For another, he gets a free smart phone to yell at people over and voice his anger. Not bad. Though he did kind of think they went a little overboard with the white. What was with all the decorations anyway? This better not be like some low rent Christmas Town cause honestly, that sounded a lot like hell.]


You got five minutes to convince me not to torch this place to the ground cause I ain't in the mood to play nice right now. Somebody start talking. [The words come out as an angry snarl, teeth barred. He's not a happy bunny.]

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Oct. 29th, 2016 06:06 am
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[ There's a small debate over if he should use video or text for his first post to the network. The network itself seems to be easy enough to use, but the fact is that Hunter doesn't know who is in this place. If something can take him from his world, it could take others too. Nothing was too farfetched. Well, this new place was, but that's a whole different can of worms to be opening. So Hunter simply opts for text, wondering who - if anyone - will reply to it.]

Nice of this place to give us a way to communicate with everyone here. Would be nice if it came with some kind of a list of who's here so I know I'm not shouting into the void. I haven't seen a device like this in a while, I wonder where they even come from?

Right, priorities. I get the feeling asking for the exit is going to be too much to ask. It's weird being dragged to a place like this, got to admit it doesn't quite sit well with me. So what's the deal here? I think I've missed that memo, it probably got lost in the hedge maze outside as I climbed my way out of it. Any info you guys might want to share will be useful, and I promise I don't bite.
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Guys...

[ Guess who's on the network and newly arrived to Wonderland? This kid, who isn't looking so good. He's in the dining room of the mansion, and just his head is visible--he's leaning as far back as the chair will let him, and he squints at the network as if personally offended by each and every person on there that isn't where he is now. When he speaks, it's easy to tell he has a bit of a lisp and is missing his front teeth. He's also going to be sick, from the looks of it. For someone who's brand new he's remarkably calm--it'll all hit him later. ]

The dining room can get you anything you want. Anything. You just gotta say it. [ Which isn't news to people but it's an absolute marvel for him. He groans, pained, and sinks lower into his chair.]

Oof, I--I think I overdid it.

[ And with a thwunk, he falls. There's another groan, an audible 'shit!' and the visual being broadcast to Wonderland is no longer of Dustin, but of an incredibly full table with nothing but junk food--including, but not limited to: fruit roll ups, a plethora of Hostess cakes, Poptarts, Bugles, and even something called burple. The next phrase comes from the floor, a small hand reaching up to start to hoist himself back up and onto the chair. ]

I don't feel good.
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[personal profile] bowsniper
[ Usually when Clint wants to think or be alone he heads for the tallest thing he can find, in Wonderland's case, besides trees, that would be the mansion roof. Only today he's found himself wandering down to the shooting range by the beach with his bow and quiver. He really needs to fix this place up.

It was weird, waking up that morning in a room he didn't remember for a moment. The last thing he remembered was Steve getting them out of the raft and then...well then he was a sixteen year old Hogwarts student. His memories came back slowly and then all at once. Wonderland. He wondered how long he was gone, it feels like he's missing time.

So he heads down to the shooting range to clear his head for a few hours and at some point in there he addresses the network. He figures someone might want to know he's back.
]

Uh. So I'm back, I guess? I mean I've been back, but we had that weird event and I didn't know I was back. Yeah. Back from a trip home. [ Now he knows what everyone has been talking about. They were right, he was probably better off not knowing. ]

Does anyone else miss flying on a broom?

[ He's about to turn the feed off but he pauses and looks back at the camera. ] Hey Rogers, just so you know, I still don't feel the need to punch you.

[ Then he ends the feed for good, going back to shooting his arrows at targets. ]

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Sep. 11th, 2016 12:20 am
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[personal profile] hypoxic
[Almost exactly a day after Darcy's note mentioning another murder, there's another brief text. Fitz doesn't bother leaving identifiers; it'll post with his name attached, he reasons. He considers filtering it to pertinent parties only, but thinking about who he needs to contact and what their projects were makes him queasy. This is faster.]

My apologies.
I've taken on projects for many of you who needed mechanical engineering done.
Unfortunately, there's been an incident. A substantial amount of materials were lost.
Damages have not yet been calculated. But assume there will be delays on any project ETAs previously submitted.

Your patience is appreciated.


[That's all there is to the message. It's all he can handle. Replies are slow from his end, and will be exclusively in text.]
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[When the video turns on, it's a downward view of whoever is holding the device. Shoes on the path, dirty and scuffed, the sound of gentle breeze blowing.]

Oh, what the -- I never, what sort of phone these days doesn't have a front facing camera...

[Unless it's not a phone? She doesn't remember seeing the familiar phone icon, but she could definitely record...]

Oh, I see, there we are.

[At least it's a decent interface -- intuitive and easy to use. One flick on the screen, and the camera shows Jemma -- still a little dirty, tired, and worn down, but determined.]

I'm not sure what this device is or to whom I may be speaking, but my name is Jemma Simmons. I'm an agent of SHIELD, and was until recently on an alien planet. My team managed to retrieve me, in particular -- in particular, my... Leo Fitz. We left by the portal he entered, and I wound up here.

[She pauses, swallowing. She hopes she is showing herself to be calm, but feels like it might all be written on her face. And to someone especially perceptive, it may be.]

I'm assuming -- hoping -- that he was dropped elsewhere, and that one of you might know where he is, or he might have the same access to this... network that I have.

I suppose I'll... I'll be waiting to hear. One way or another.

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Aug. 3rd, 2016 09:58 am
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[personal profile] breacher
[ When the video feed goes live, it focuses in on a man some may have seen skulking around the mansion over the past month or so, wearing a long black coat and a baseball cap that helpfully ("helpfully") obscures some of his face. There's a long stretch of silence at first as he shifts uncomfortably. And then, he reaches up and pulls off his cap, running a hand through his hair. Some residents who have been in the mansion for at least a few months may recognize him from a previous feed, though something seems . . . different. Off.

He clears his throat before he speaks.
]

I didn't properly introduce myself before. [ A beat. His eyes flick away from the camera for a brief second before he fixes his attention back on it directly. ] My name is Harrison Wells.

[ At that, Harrison reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of glasses, sliding them on before crossing his arms. A soft huff escapes his lips. He'd been over what he was going to say already, and the words were still hard to find. Speeches about tech to an audience that ate up every last syllable were easy; a brief statement about himself was another beast entirely. His words are clipped, like he's choosing them very, very carefully. ]

My doppelgänger was here for a brief period of time as well, though it appears he's left. Before anyone asks, no. I'm not his mirror. He was not mine. In our— [ There's a slight pause as he grapples with how exactly to describe it. ] —shared world, we're from parallel universes. So. [ Harrison gestures vaguely at that with one hand. ] I'm not him. He wasn't me.

[ He shifts again, glancing off to the side. Was there anything else to add? To say, really? A million things, maybe. But all the same— ]

That's all.
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[personal profile] catchacold
HAS ANYONE SEEN THIS MAN?



Name: Ray Palmer

Also called: Boy Scout, Haircut, Stop, No

Last seen: On the roof, giant-sized. Before that he was hornet-sized. Basically he's never just right, it's very Goldilocks.

Characteristics: Puts his foot into his mouth. Metaphorically. Stumbles over his feet. Literally.

Suspicions: If he shrunk down again, he might have been sat on. Or eaten. Or been trapped under an upturned teacup. He fits, I tried.

Reward upon safe return: I'll take him off your hands, you won't need to pay me.

COMMENT WITH ANY INFORMATION ABOUT HIS WHEREABOUTS AND LAST SIGHTINGS HERE
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[personal profile] catchacold
[The recording comes to life and at first there’s a pair of steel blue eyes, just a bit too close to comfort. Leonard pulls the device back quickly, adjusting it to an appropriate distance. The eyes are still blue, but now the rest of his face is visible, as is part of his torso, all dressed in black. He leans back against a wall, one hand loosely around his own arm while the other is obviously holding the device.]

I can roll with this. Afterlife, limbo, apparently Wonderland. Whatever. Down the rabbit hole. I’ve read the book; I might have even had some of the shrooms.

[Just for a moment he looks up, eyes narrowing at something beyond the screen and then he just dismisses it with a shake of his head, focusing on the recording again.]

What I’d like to know is whether anyone knows about time. Not looking to be taught how to read the clock here. I’m interested in the time stream. Timelines. Anyone happen to have a clue about that?

[That out of the way his hand lets go of his arm, the only visible sign of him relaxing.]

Also, more importantly, I know all about tea parties, but does Wonderland have iced tea?
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[personal profile] henrydaniel
[He's going to regret this. He already knows he's going to regret this. But he has questions, and he's not exactly sure who to go to. Not his moms, not...anyone who would tell his moms, probably? He's going to regret this.]

So. Hi, Wonderland. Good afternoon.

[Facepalm.]

I just...I had a question. So. Here it goes. My question.

How do you
I mean, when you want to know what or how, or
I mean


[Stop saying 'I mean,' Henry.]

Girls. Girls and the things that make them girls.
When do you get to see those things?


[Oh, man. He's going to have a panic attack over girls and boobs.]

I'm not trying to. I mean I just. How does anyone ever get to see them if you're also trying to be respectful?

[This is all Kenzi's fault.]
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[personal profile] dreamsoftreacle
Trick or treat...trick'r'treat...gimme something good to eat...

[The Dormouse didn't even make it to his teacup today. He's curled up on a tearoom table, snoozing and humming a vague tune in his sleep.]

Treacle tarts or treacle pies...take 'em so...nobody dies...

[He stops for a moment, as though maybe he fell asleep of forgot the words, but with a jolt as though he fell in his dreams, he starts again.]

--Treats or tricks! Treats...or tricks...wonder which one you'll...you'll pick...

[All goes quiet again, except for the tiniest snoring. Eventually, the feed ends on its own.]
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[personal profile] nextfate
[Jane has yet to address the mansion at large. Sarah and Kurt both have, and people seem to do it all the time, so today, as she sits cross-legged in the garden, she turns on her video feed. The only tattoo visible for now is the bird on her neck. Briefly, the tattoos on her hand can be seen as she tucks hair behind her ear before speaking.]

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

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

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

[Maybe she's just looking for some hope in her own situation, and she waits, biting at her thumbnail idly.]
[personal profile] breacher
[ Some people, when they first come to a brand new place, like to introduce themselves. They maybe get to know people, socialize and make friends or at least make nice with those who have been around longer — you know, that sort of thing.

And then there's this guy.
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Tell me you have a clinic here.

Or a bar.

I'm not picky at the moment.


[ There's a newcomer wandering the halls of the mansion today, the brim of his baseball cap tipped low, body language cagey at best. He's doing his best to keep his head down and his hands firmly in his coat pockets — except for when he's got his device out and is tapping out messages to post to the network rapidly. It isn't long before he comes to a stop at the stairs between the fourth and fifth floor, lifting a hand to rub at his temple idly as he lowers himself down to sit for a moment.

He seems tired — exasperated, almost, but run down more than anything else. And if he happens to bear a resemblence to another recent arrival, well. That's probably entirely coincidental. Probably.
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