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Sep. 18th, 2017 08:47 pm
modore: (↺ I can see a frozen point in time)
[personal profile] modore
[Given the sheer volume of network posts in the last few days, Satoru hadn't wanted to clog things up further. But he's finally figured out the compass he received and it seems like...something people should know about.

When he starts the feed, he's standing outside, though it's difficult to tell where he is exactly. Kayo is behind him, playing idly with a Rubik's Cube while she waits for him. A few glowing rips can be seen in the vicinity, but they're staying away from them like the smart kids they are.]


I got a compass. [Just going to throw that out there first.] But it didn't point north. I followed it to where it did point and found this.

[He pans the camera around to show a hole in the ground. He turns it back toward himself after a moment. He has no idea what it is he's found, but he has a feeling it matters, and so not knowing is kind of irritating him.]

This means something, right?
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[personal profile] ngah
cut for length )

VIDEO

[So she was wrong. She didn't just make it to the Surface. She made it to another world entirely, or so the pamphlet she read seemed to indicate.

She's done crying now. When she turns on the video, her normally yellow eye looks more reddish and puffy, but other than that, there's no indication that she was just weeping openly at the sky. The network is greeted to a one-eyed, blue-scaled fish woman with fins on each side of her face, her head mostly bald save for a long, bright red ponytail.

She looks all business, as she clears her throat, currently sat at a desk. And then she smiles, a mess of very large fangs revealing themselves, as if she were part anglerfish.
]

Attention humans!! I have an announcement to make.

I'm going to need each and every one of you to explain to me why I shouldn't KILL YOU ALL!!!

[Suddenly hit with a flash of energy, she summons a bright blue magical spear from thin air, half climbing onto the desk as if to rush every human watching through the screen itself.]

I'M DECLARING WAR ON HUMANITY!!! EVERYONE, LINE UP AND FIGHT ME FAIR AND SQUARE!!! I'M TAKING THIS WHOLE MANSION DOWN!!!

I'll be waiting on the grass out front, you punks!! NGAAAAAAAAH!!!

[And with that, her broadcast ends.

She can be found afterward on the grass near the gardens in front of the mansion, around where she first arrived. If anyone noticed her weeping openly at the sky earlier, you definitely imagined it, because she is far from tears now. She's just continuing to marvel up at the sun, squinting at it and muttering things like, "I'll get you, punk," and, "You think you can just float up there, huh??" under her breath.
]
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[If there's one thing Jay doesn't like, it's being out of the loop. He spent a little over four years trying to piece together what happened back home himself, while the people who knew more than he did dangled clues over his head to watch him jump.]

[This past event, he was in over his head, and he knew it. Tim ended up with a second soul (SOUL?) and a new set of monstrous features to boot, and Jay had no idea how to help. Clearly there are things going on here in Wonderland that Jay hasn't even started looking into, and now he's been burned for it.]

[He takes to the network several days after Asgore and Tim recover.]


How do souls work in your world?

Back where I come from, people talk about them. When you die, they say your soul goes to Heaven or Hell (or Purgatory or whatever afterlife you believe in, I guess). But it's not like anyone's actually seen one.

I get the impression that's not how it works everywhere.
guncocked: (when it's good then it's good)
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[if wynonna had any close friends here yet she might ask them but she doesn't so she's going to try that anon thing she's seen other people do and try to play it cool.

she'll probably fail and it'd be pretty easy to figure her out if you've talked to her and/or her boyfriend who is actually doc holliday enough
]

so. say you're dating someone who is kinda famous. like there's books written about them. and say you know something like their birthday from those books and not them. do you do something?

and if you do like what's the appropriate gesture here? cause i'm kinda at a loss.


[has she ever celebrated the birthday of someone she's "dated" before? her own birthday last year was....pretty bad between curtis dying and the curse triggering and waverly shooting at her so it's not even like she has a frame of reference to work on]

i mean maybe they never told me because they don't want to celebrate. but what if they're hurt they figured out i knew and didn't say anything?

i'm really shitty at this.


[being anonymous? being a girlfriend? not being obvious? a little of all three?

it's anyone's guess, but that's it, that's the post.

ooc: if you think your character could figure out who wrote this and/or who this is about and would call them on it, feel free to do so.
]
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[personal profile] ghflskhu_ph
[Hey look guys, it’s a network post from your ole pal, Bill! No, not the lizard and shame on you for being disappointed by that revelation! Yes he is a triangle, yes he is stunning and thankfully he doesn't seem to have packed any extra entertainment to explode into his broadcast today.]

“ALL RIGHT WONDERLAND, I think it’s HIGH TIME someone ASKS the BIG QUESTION-- just HOW MANY OF YOU come from the LAND OF LIVELY CORPSES?!

I GET IT. OUR ROTTING BRETHREN are CHARMING ENOUGH. IF anything the REST of you MORTALS should be like THEM. At least ZOMBIES ACCURATELY DISPLAY the TRUE HORROR of what BEING ALIVE FEELS LIKE—slowly SHAMBLING towards your DEATH every PASSING SECOND, you CAN’T KEEP YOUR PIECES TOGETHER and all you WANNA DO IS GRRRRROAN-- But I tend to LIKE a little VARIETY in my TORTURE! SO I wanna KNOW, just how many more MINDS do we gotta CYCLE THROUGH before we’ve VISITED ALL of your TRAUMA-- because I swear, if I have to GO through ANOTHER REALITY where I FAKE a BLOOD TEST, I just might have to START STOCKING UP.

[The triangle’s lid narrows at that, an unpleasant memory from Genosha flashing momentarily into his retina.]

“Now either we’re FAILING SOME KINDA TEST every time these SUCKERS COME BY or WONDERLAND’S started PICKING FAVORITES…

[And if it’s the latter, he really would like to know.]

“Anyway, you KIDS LOVE CONSPIRACIES; so LAY EM on ME! I think we ALL KNOW what HAPPENS when you DON’T~
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[The video feed opens to a pair of robotic hands pinning a sign to a pillar in the Entrance Hall. This isn’t terribly peculiar since Mettaton has done this quite a lot in the past for his concerts but the subject of this flyer is of a different affair than anyone is accustomed to seeing. It is rather bare in comparison to the almost gaudy things he’s put up before but this one is straight and to the point: a picture of a ghost that some of Wonderland may recognize and the words on the top and bottom of the flyer say in big bold, eye-catching print HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GHOST? Anyone who happens to explore the mansion today will run into a lot of them hung up all over Wonderland.

There’s a couple of seconds as Mettaton adjusts the flyer so it sits perfectly on it and, satisfied, he reaches a hand back to the camera and turns it to face him.]


Hello Wonderland! It’s been awhile since I have posted here, I know, it’s a tragedy that I need to remedy more often, but that’s a problem for later. For now, dear Wonderland, I need your help. You see, in that last event or perhaps a little before it, someone important went missing. And I know some of you knew them, so I will need your help in finding them!

[He says this with a confidence that does not betray the anxiety that has been building in his soul that he has been fervently denying.]

Now I know one of the first questions some of you may ask me is “Is their room empty?” Well. Their room being empty, whether or not it is, doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that they are missing and that I will find them. Any information you have as to where they may be would be incredibly helpful!

[Now Mettaton looks almost imploringly to the camera, but of course he’d never come off as desperate, no, he’s Mettaton! He’d never potentially lose his cool like this.]

So! If any of you have information about the whereabouts of the dear and lovely Napstablook, I am all ears! I will be all over Wonderland and if you have anything at all, respond to this and let me know.

[With a decisive nod he ends the feed.]

((ooc: If you’re feeling an action thread, Mettaton can be found almost all over Wonderland feverishly looking for his dear friend, so feel free to run into his rather desperate search as he denies that Napstablook is gone. Places of note are The Music Room, the Library and probably the entirety of the Second Floor but he can absolutely be found anywhere you wish other than the Forest, which is a closed prompt.))
determinedest: (* There will be nothing left of me.)
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This is Frisk, coming to you live from the RNC!!

A needle full of Kellis-Amberlee was found today. People think it might've been intentional. Like some kind of asassination attempt. But there are a lot of scientist people and stuff around here, so maybe it wasn't! Maybe someone was studying it, or trying to get some samples or something. We can't really know unless we ask!

But no one's asking. They're just quarantining people without asking! and someone's hot dog stand was even burned down over it. It's not fair!

So I think we have to take this chance to remember that we're all here together. We're all just people, fighting against something inside us that keeps trying to win, so we can't let it! We're stronger than any virus. But we have to have faith in each other, O.K.? That's the only way any of us can get through this!

So remember to STAY DETERMINED, O.K.?

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ This is Frisk, signing off! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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[And as the video clicks on, it's Kimberly, hanging out behind the counter, shot perfectly framed because this isn't just her hanging out face timing. This is her promoting something so every shot counts.]

Hi! For those of you who haven't met me yet, I'm Kimberly, and I'm running the ice cream parlor at the Youth Center. And while I know that ice cream on it's own is pretty awesome, but there's only so many times you can do the same ice cream flavors.

So, between me getting bored and magical closets I decided to make ...

[And the camera will man to a fancy looking chalkboard.]

... Custom flavors! You can come in and pick the flavors you think best represent you, and we'll create a cool flavor for everyone to try. For example, since pink is my signature color, I made this!

[And she'll step back to show a three scoop of a bright pink ice cream with a chocolate drizzle that might look a bit like a pterodactyl. A very simplistic pterodactyl, but a pterodactyl all the same.]

It's strawberry kiwi ice cream with dark chocolate shavings and I call it the Pink Power Punch. But yeah. Something like that. Anyway, all kids are welcome to swing in to try and figure out their own. But, since this is a youth center, if you're no longer a youth, you'll have to convince one of them to make you a flavor.

So! Either come in to make something sweet for the menu or get campaigning.

[And with a grin she'll shut the camera off and wait for people to come on down.]

video;

Aug. 1st, 2017 06:55 pm
modore: (↺ I can see a frozen point in time)
[personal profile] modore
[The feed begins. Satoru carefully centers himself in the frame before sitting back. He's outside in the grass next to the lake, with the device propped up against a tree.]

I think I have the gist of things. [He read the pamphlet, which was pretty helpful as a crash course.] But there are still some things I'm confused about.

[His frustration is apparent in a brief pause that follows that admission, however.]

Asking questions won't change the situation, but...can someone explain the part about time not moving?

[Because that is relevant to his interests.]

[Kayo seems a little more unsure. She’s standing just behind Satoru and trying not to draw much attention to herself. Making any kind of announcement to a wide group of people is uncomfortable, and it’s easier to just let him take the lead, if he wants to.]

...Isn’t that impossible?

[She’s quiet, but also not very impressed by the supposed magicalness of the world around them. Life isn’t a storybook and people don’t get whisked away to worlds where time doesn’t exist. It sounds kind of stupid to believe something like that just because someone put it in a professional-looking pamphlet.]
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[personal profile] lifeisntfun
[The Unknown isn’t exactly a normal place, so Beatrice isn’t a stranger to the… well, strange. However, she isn’t exactly a fan of new things. She likes to know everything that’s going on around her and she likes to know that she is in control of absolutely anything and everything. So, when she awoke to find herself in a strange oak tree in a strange forest facing a spooky mansion, she wasn’t exactly thrilled.

She flew erratically for a few minutes, screaming for help at the top of her lungs, before she started to calm herself down and really think. Where is she? Where is Wirt? She had “run” into him just moments ago (at least, flown into him). He’s gotten into the habit of leaving at the most inopportune times, she really needs to talk to him about that when she finds him.

Well, it’s more likely that she’ll find help in the creepy mansion than in the creepy (and also abandoned) forest. She flies to the door and realizes she can’t realistically lift a knocker (sometimes lacking arms and weighing only an ounce is really inconvenient), then starts frantically pecking at windows. Someone has to be around in this gigantic and creepy mansion, right? Hopefully they aren’t some weird people who eat bluebirds or… something else like that.

Wow, what Beatrice wouldn’t give for arms right now. She’s flying around, pecking randomly at windows and flapping her wings so hard she could create a small whirlwind. Finally, she finds an open window on the third floor and makes herself at home. She’s flying around the room, taking it all in, when the wall unit turns on all by itself. It manages to record her talking to herself like a madwomanbird.]


Okay, Beatrice, you can handle this. You’re just stuck in a creepy mansion in the middle of a completely unfamiliar forest where there is no escape. You’re probably going to die, but whatever, it’s not like life is that great anyway, death can’t be much worse. Oh well. That’s it, you’re going to die here, completely alone and hated by everyone who loves you. I’m sure when someone eventually DOES open that door, they will be some sort of deranged killer and they’ll try and bake you into a pie or something. Would bluebirds even taste good? WHY ARE YOU THINKING THIS NOW? I guess I could claw at their eyes?

anon text.

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

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

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

Asking for a friend.
singloversing: Two Birds - Regina Spektor (And I'm sorry)
[personal profile] singloversing
[Wirt doesn't look good.

He's pale, and he's having a little trouble holding the camera steady. Too beat to stand, he's sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Thinking is hard and he doesn't want to send out this message at all, but he doesn't have a choice in the matter.
]

I...I need someone to do me a favor.

[It takes him a moment to summon up the nerve to keep going. He uses his free hand to pull his cape tighter around him.]

I need someone to look after my brother Greg. He's only six and I-I'm not-- I'm not good in a fight and I can't really protect anyone. [His voice hitches, his nerves failing him for moment.] I-I can't even protect myself, how can I--

[He can't do this. He pokes his arm out from under his cape and knots his fingers in his hair. The famous cone hat falls off. It takes him a second to collect himself again.]

I-I just. I need someone to come look after Greg, and I need someone to not-- n-not tell me I'm an idiot or dumb whatever for this because like I know that already and it doesn't change anything, so can someone please do that? Please? Please, I...I-I need...

[He shuts his eyes tight and rubs at them. This message is too hard to do without being that guy who cries on the network and he doesn't want to go down with that kind of reputation.]

...I-I need someone to look after him. I...I'm going to go once someone says they'll come. I don't want to leave him alone, but I c-- I. I...need to. Soon. ...Thank you.

[He rattles off their current address quickly and when he pulls the camera closer to shut it off, for a second viewers can see that his other arm is heavily bandaged and blood-stained. It's been hurting him, but he wasn't sure if anyone would come if they could see it, so he's been trying really to keep it out of frame.]
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[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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[personal profile] shorthair
[ ooc: consider this a party post. feel free to tag around as much as you want to others, chiming in and giving advice. be anonymous like clementine or don't be anonymous, up to you. cw for underage drinking, probably mentions of violence, death, etc. ]

( the first time clementine ever had a drink, it was in a shed with nick. they thought they were going to die. it was the grossest thing she'd ever tasted. burned down her throat. moonshine. the second time, it was rum while they all sat in a circle, toasting to the people they'd lost. the third time, it was rum with coke when she checked in on shaun after georgia left.

the fourth time, it's rum again with coke, and she's had a little more than an eleven year old should, but she hit the anonymous function on the post before writing )


how do you deal with all the bullshit life throws at you?

like death and losing and surviving and wonderland and assholes and babies

and cannibals.

or whatever else you've been through. too much free time here.


( definitely feeling the rum now. but with the alcohol, it's like she's finally found some feeling she's been missing. her eyes burn. trust has become so hard that she doesn't trust anyone completely, because everyone has their own priorities. it's how the world works. it's what she's learned. iris is gone. everyone died back home. she has a newborn to take care of there. she's still got walker blood in her veins like michonne, like georgia and shaun have zombie blood in them. when she dies, she'll turn into one too unless someone shoots her first or she does it herself. and she doesn't know how to have emotions anymore. things should reach her and they don't. or maybe she just doesn't let them, and she can't tell the goddamn difference. )
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[personal profile] alphyswhatsabara
::The video feed turns on. Asgore is in it. He is sitting next to a... Christmas... tree... which he has apparently put up in his room. For some reason. And he is wearing a very Ugly Christmas Sweater. The absolute worst.::

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[And so Greg steps forward to turn off his device. Just as the feed ends, the viewer can see the vine creeping along the ground behind him, intent on tangling around his ankles.
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[Like everyone, Dipper looks a little different. When he speaks, it's calmly and confidently and with a certain quality that makes you want to actually sit up and listen. It is... dare I say, a speech worthy of a diplomacy 18 check.]

Hey everyone. Peridot already explained the setting, and I think I can explain the rest. Have you noticed everything feeling a little more... random than usual? Because the costumes, my new ears, the weapons I definitely shouldn't know how to use and sometimes do, and oh yeah, the part where I can do magic...

[He whirls around, sending some magic missiles at an injector drill. He grins.]

So. Cool. But yeah, besides the setting this definitely is coming straight out of a Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons game. I think it's from our world because this is exactly how I looked that time Grunkle Ford and I were transformed by [There's something weird about the wizard's name. Like he just can't quite remember what... ah. It's their missing word. Great. He forces out the only name he can think of in connection to the wizard, even though he knows it's not quite right. Definitely their world.] Probabilitizzle the Annoying.

So yeah, have fun! And if your actions start feeling weirdly more... random than usual? That's part of the fun. Never know when you're gonna crit fail or get a nat 38, right? Just try to keep all your HP and you'll be fine.

[ooc: responses will be coming from [personal profile] draziw!]
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[personal profile] slapfight
[AH YES. LOOK AT THAT BEAUTIFUL SCENERY. Assuming you don't get motion sickness, because this is some definite mockumentary shit right here. The camera moves across the beautiful canyon with its creepy Jungi Ito-ian splendor, narrated by a familiar shrill voice.]

See? This is what I've been talking about! This is what I call a kindergarten, you clods. And not only is it a kindergarten, it's the Prime Kindergarten on Earth. Look at it. It's so elegant, so well-thought out.

[The camera lingers on a busted injector drill for a moment.]
Obviously, the equipment is defunct now, but in its day, this place was a well-oiled machine producing gems for Homeworld. If it wasn't for the fact that kindergartens drain planets of their resources and make them inhabitable for organic life, this one could probably still produce a few more quartzes. Heh.

[She laughs, awkwardly.]
- Oh! But you should see this. This is what the Wonderland creature was talking about- Ngh! [She holds the camera up, trying to get a view inside one of the holes, but it's... dark so there's not really much to see.] Look how perfect this hole is. The quartz who came out of this had to have been a brute. Also!  You should all know that this is actually a reproduction of the kindergarten Amethyst was made in. For those of you who knew her, which most of you should have.

[The camera shuffles around, reminding everyone to never eat before watching a mockumentary.] It would be almost perfect as a slice of home if not for one... problem.

[and she finally turns the camera around, revealing this face, wearing something like this, though with significantly less cleavage involved.] WHY DO I LOOK LIKE THIS?! I'm supposed to be in my element. Those Wonderclods are going to pay for-

[There's an unnerving sound off-camera and Peridot looks away nervously.] Oh no... I almost forgot about them.


[all replies will come from [personal profile] clodcuckoolander.]
idolings: (❥ Embraces the two of us)
[personal profile] idolings
[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.]

video

May. 22nd, 2017 09:23 am
whathereisevil: (with a silence broken)
[personal profile] whathereisevil
contACTHELLa
//help


[Pardon our mess. Typewriters may have existed in Hieron once, but certainly not within the past few generations. This technologically useless man rapidly accidentally posts several times, twice with text, once with blank audio, and twice more with some quick flashes of a dark-haired man's face squinting at the camera, looking exasperated with either himself or unknowable technology. Likely both.

After a few minutes pass and it seems like he may have given up, a steady stream of video settles at last. The man takes a moment to figure out it's sending something out, seeing the playback. Alright. He can work with this. Maybe.

Now that the image is steady, everyone can clearly see an image of a heavily armored, very large man, who might look imposing if he didn't look like he felt so out of his depth. He has dark skin and dark, short hair, greying at the temples -- he could be around 50 -- and a white wolf fur cloak hangs from his shoulder, with golden patterns emblazoned on his armor in a symbol of the sun.

He sighs.
]

I am Hadrian, Sword of Samothes, Defender of the Undying Fire, Officer of the Order of Eternal Princes. I am a paladin of the church of Velas. Ah, from the surface. I came to the Buoy with Exarch Alyosha as well as some companions of mine, but, uh... we've separated, some intentionally, some not that intentional. I don't know if I'm still in the lighthouse, but since I've found in my possession what might be a communication device... Or just a toy. I can't be sure either way. It must be pre-Erasure...

Um. Anyway. [Ahem.] I imagine I must still be in the Buoy. If... our Lord is still... No. I must have lost the opportunity. [Hadrian's eyes wander as he gets lost in thought for a second. When he catches himself, he clears his throat once more.]

Sorry. A lot has happened lately. I'm sure we all have plenty on our minds. If someone could point me in the direction of the Topgallant, or at least back to the main city, please. If there's no way back, then... I guess I'll just have to contend with that once it happens.

Thank you.

text

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

the closet has given me.....

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

but i need regular tape

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

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

or.... or.....

i'm sorry.....
wickedwest: (Not making nice with everybody though)
[personal profile] wickedwest
Have to say that wasn't what I expected.

[She actually seems relieved about it not being what she was expecting because...]

Honestly, given all that and given the dust, I was half expecting some sort of curse or something else that made everything worse.

[Don't get her wrong, she's glad it's not, but still.]

Seems like that's the main thing you science types do anyway. I mean really, I tried to make my own way home a while back and you didn't see any of this happening. Still think that bit with everyone floating a year ago was one of you too.

[She hadn't thought about it in a while, and didn't care when it happened, but now that she's thinking about science stuff, she's decided it bothered her.]

Not to mention that text asking about portals a few months ago, really, you don't see those of us with magic making a giant mess of everything on the regular. Can't blame you for trying to find a way out, but please, try to make less of a mess in the future. Sure the rest of us would appreciate it.

[Look, she is trying to be a better person about things, but tact is still not her strong suit. Sorry Wonderland.]
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As many of you have no doubt noticed by now, we are in the midst of what, for lack of a better word, I'll call an event. Not a normal event, though. Wonderland hasn't raked through anyone's memories and put bits of our lives on display. This is the doing of individual Reals and Mirrors, and the fallout of their actions, proving once again, our greatest enemies will always be ourselves.

Leopold Fitz and Cisco Ramon, two scientists that started out with the best of intentions, as so many scientists do, have been trying to create a way out of Wonderland, though they refrained from sharing this information with the public before running their experiment last week. "I don't think anyone's been that in the dark that some of us have been working on trying to find a way home. There's no sense in getting people's hopes up over something that is almost certainly destined to fail the first few, probably hundred times," said Ramon, when questioned.


Lots more words and a picture under the cut. George uses so many words, guys. So many. )

[ooc: feel free to threadjack around and discuss with each other in the comments! Turn this into the nightmare comment section all articles deserve.]
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[The door Dipper and Mabel are standing in front of might be familiar to people who have been here for a long time, or who are fond of walking around on the fourth floor and looking at doors. It reads Angel's Investigations. It's closed, and has been for a while. But the twins look excited.]

Hey, everyone! Dipper and Mabel, the last staff standing of Angel's Investigations here. As you may know by now, Angel and Faith are gone, leaving us in charge. We've been working on the best way to use the space for a little while now, and we're finally ready to open the doors of the new Angel's Investigations to the public!

[Mabel pulls a handful of confetti out of her pockets and throws it up in the air.] Boom! [And it falls back down, giving them both a nice smattering of confetti on their heads and shoulders. Yaaay.] We thought about changing the name, but we figured it would be disrespectful to Angel’s legacy and also Cordelia’s logo, which totally does look like a little old man with whiskers.

[SORRY CORDELIA, BUT WHAT HAS BEEN SEEN CAN NEVER BE UNSEEN.

Dipper brushes confetti from his hair, then pushes open the door, revealing the office.

It looks a lot like it used to, the old hotel lobby feeling is still there, but there are several bookcases shoved up against walls, as well as several large conspiracy boards, white boards, and a projector.

Dipper beams as he walks in, panning the camera over all the additions.]


We're still investigating, but what we're specifically investigating is the Mysteries of Wonderland. I know, I know, who isn't doing that, right? But what we're specifically doing is consolidating research. I've made copies of all the notes in the library and started to try and organize it. It's… a process. But I think we might really be able to make some headway if we all work together!

[Mabel walks over to the desk chair and flops down on it, giving it a good spin.] So when stuff doesn’t add up or if you find some weird new clue about Wonderland, you can bring it to us, and Dipper’ll put it up on his mystery board, so we can all stare at it. [She stands up in the chair, which seems very dangerous, and gesticulates wildly.] Ooooh. So mysterious. So. Many. Questions~

Mabel! [Take this seriously Mabel, oh my god. Dipper shoots her a glare.] So. Uh. Yeah! Come on down. We're here to clue in the clueless!
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I need maybe a person or two's help on something. But you HAVE to promise not tell my mom or aunt because it's a surprise.

I'm not really good at decorating, but basically, I need to know how to set up, like, a brunch? I looked up the types of food at brunch, and what to drink, but I'm not sure how to make it look special. Mother's Day is Sunday if my timing is right, so. Yeah.

Can someone help me get a space decorated by Saturday night?

Also, can someone teach me how to make French toast? I know I can just get it from the closet, but they deserve the effort. If it's terrible, then I'll go for backup.

Thanks in advance if you can help with anything.
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[personal profile] catchacold
We're already in some magical land that makes our dreams come true - mostly the bad ones - so let's think about the impossible some more.

[Leonard may be calling it "impossible" mostly to heckle one specific Brit, given he's travelled through time himself, but maybe it will also flush out other time travellers. May be interesting.]

If you could travel to any point in history, where and when would you go, and why?

Also, if you could travel to any point in your own personal history, your lifetime... Same questions.

Would you try to change anything?


[He has experience with trying and the resulting failure too.]
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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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[The feed opens with a view from the mansion roof, panning back and forth over the courtyard and gardens. Then it pans down, all the way to the ground.]

Yeesh, that's high up. It'd be cooler if it was on a cliff, though. If I was gonna have a castle, I'd put it on a cliff, so it could be all imposing and get struck by lightning and stuff. ...I mean, okay, I know this is more of a palace than a castle, but still.

[There's a pause, then a sigh.]

C'mon, Mae. You can't stall forever.

[The video turns around and reveals the face of the person recording. It's a cat girl! Only significantly less anime than some might expect. She's got blue-black fur, crazy orange eyes and a somewhat mangled right ear.]

[She smiles kind of weakly at the camera.]


Heeeey, so you've got like, FaceTime here, huh? Cool. Uh, so. I'm Mae? I don't know what I'm doing here? And I looked at some of the older posts on here, and I guess that's like...normal? Which doesn't really make me feel much better. It kind of actually makes me feel like I just woke up in an insane asylum. Mae's finally in the nuthouse! Right in the can of mixed nuts. I think I'd be a cashew. Which I guess isn't even a real nut, so.

[It's like a legume or something. Anyway.]

I read that--pamphlet thing? About dimensions and alternate realities and sci-fi horror movie crap. That's cool and all, but I think I'm just gonna treat this whole thing like a really effed up dream for awhile. Just, like, for the sake of my sanity. Okay? Okay.

...

Is there a pizza place around here at least?

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