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Jul. 20th, 2017 04:26 pm
livemoore: (⚰ 40)
[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.]
twixt_dee_n_dum: (You'd go out just like a candle)
[personal profile] twixt_dee_n_dum
[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.]
shorthair: (shiver the whole night through)
[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. )
alphyswhatsabara: (Smile Dad)
[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.
krmvgivv: (elf)
[personal profile] krmvgivv
[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!]
slapfight: (△ but how can that be)
[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: <user name=starswirl> (❥ 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.

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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.]
choosetruth: (BTK104)
[personal profile] choosetruth
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.]
krmvgivv: mabel (let the preteens lead this can't possibl)
[personal profile] krmvgivv
[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!
henrydaniel: (✍  71)
[personal profile] henrydaniel
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.
catchacold: :| (flake)
[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.]
mulletrock: (w/e: come here bb)
[personal profile] mulletrock
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.
deadshapes: (cats have good balance)
[personal profile] deadshapes
[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?
uncaging: (☄ 059)
[personal profile] uncaging
[Elizabeth looks rather apprehensive that the tears have suddenly appeared everywhere, but she can't quite mask her excitement at getting to explain to everyone the one area in which she is most certainly an expert - even if the information she has to offer is something most people have probably figured out for themselves by now.]

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

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

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

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

If you have any questions at all, I'm more than happy to answer them.
mettatonvevo: (A little shame and sadness)
[personal profile] mettatonvevo
[When the feed clicks on, Mettaton is at the camera, perfectly poised and smiling wide.]

Hello, Wonderland! Sorry for that little hiccup earlier!

[He fluffs his hair a bit, which definitely looks disheveled; an unusual deviation from his usual picture perfect looks.]

I had a small incident with Wonderland's local dream demon BUT! There's no need to fear, darlings, because your strong, amazing hero Mettaton repelled the evil doer! Wonderland is safe and so are the rest of you!

[He smiles, though it falters for just a brief second before he continues.]

Now, let's put this silly incident behind us, shall we? There's no need to worry about any of these shenanigans or torment yourself with worry over me (unless you want to, of course! ♥). I'm sure you'll see my shining face on the network sometime in the future again (minus any and all unauthorized uses of my brand) so I shall let you all return to your daily lives. Bye, darlings~!

[He pauses for a moment, blinks, and then hurriedly gives a cutesy wave and wink to the camera, though it's clear his heart isn't in it. The feed ends there.]

((ooc: Mettaton may respond to network responses but it will probably be sporadic due to the fact that he's feeling really rough right now. For anyone wanting to personally come and check on him, the door will have many latches and locks and Mettaton will not be opening his door for anyone other than close CR, if that. But he's fine. Absolutely fine! Totally.))
ghflskhu_ph: (nothing wrong here nope)
[personal profile] ghflskhu_ph
[Mettaton’s videos don’t seem to be up to their usual standards this morning. For one, the recording seems to have been started without his acknowledgement- seeing as it isn’t focused on his face or even his fabulous legs- and two, the once pinkish hue of his lights were now saturated to an ethereal gold instead; a yellow color rather more associated with well…]

“OH. YOU’RE STILL HERE…”

[The owner of that voice. The robot, ‘Mettaton,’ stops his trek midwalk as the yellow lights flicker back to their trademark magenta.]

"Of course I’m still here, you utter beast! This is my body! It’s not yours!"

[This is vile. It feels vile. He can feel his body moving but it’s not by his wishes, his will, and he simultaneously feels disconnected and painfully present.]

“WHOA-HO didn’t take LONG to get on YOUR BAD SIDE, DID IT? Come on METTs, Is that any way to GREET someone BACK from the DEAD? I thought YOU WANTED to help me SHAKE THINGS up!” [The lights flash back to yellow, and Bill’s jovial tone drops flat.] “YOU DON’T LIKE IT, DON’T STAY. In a FEW HOURS it won’t MATTER ANYWAY."

[Mettaton’s SOUL lets out a pulse of anger, something he knows that Bill can feel inside this body. One of his (and it is undoubtedly his hands, not Bill’s, never Bill’s) hands clench in reaction to it, a whirring stirring up in his gears that settles down quickly.]

Don’t stay? Don’t stay!? You’re an idiot if you think that I will relinquish any hold on MY body to YOU. To think there was even a moment where I worried about you when you disappeared! I truly am a weak fool.

[Just like he always suspected about himself, huh? If he had never cared for anyone other than himself, maybe this would have been easier to repel. Maybe he never would have talked to Bill in the first place. Besides, even if Mettaton did want to let go or leave for whatever reason, he knows he couldn’t. His magic, his essence, his very soul keeps him tied to this body and its forms. It would take a lot more than this to boot him out if it could happen at all. But… what was that last bit?]

What do you mean it won’t matter? What are you planning to do?

"This isn’t the KIND of dimension that SHAPES up, instead it SHAPES “US." WONDERLAND thought it could SWALLOW ME, well I'm THROUGH with PLAYING its GAME! WITH this form's DESTRUCTIVE TALENTS and my ENDLESS SOURCE of PURE ENERGY we’ll level this CARDHOUSE! ONCE I COLLAPSE that RABBIT HOLE and GET to the HEART of this OPERATION, this DIMENSION FALLS and it's TAKING EVERYTHING with it!"

[No more bizarre emotions! No more threats to his psyche! The eyes of the shared form flicker to notice the camera at last.]

"WELL WOULD YA LOOK AT THAT?.. SEEMS you GET TO GIVE a FINALE PERFORMANCE after all. WHADDIYA SAY give em a SHOW to END ALL SHOWS."

OOC: All right friends; Yes, Mettaton just got his body stolen by Bill Cipher. Yes, Bill Cipher just threatened to destroy Wonderland. Lucky for you,  MTT will succeed in kicking Bill out in a closed thread.  Replying will get you one or both of your esteemed hosts. Have Fun~
needlebearer: (❆ 019)
[personal profile] needlebearer
[Arya fumbles with the device, which pans round to show a direwolf sat panting at her feet, before she manages to point it at herself. She's a little out of focus, the top of her head cut off from the camera, and she looks a little frustrated that she has to make this post at all.]

I need help disassembling my fort - well, what's left of it - if anyone wouldn't mind. And I'm looking for advice on how to train a wolf.
rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry: (leans against sound board)
[personal profile] rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry
[The video is posted in the dead of the night. It opens to wonderland's resident ghost monster, fiddling with the camera the screen turns black, falling forward]

oh...

[the camera is lifted and wedged more tightly into position, but the ghost is horrifically out of focus]

hi, um.... this is napstablook... um...

i wrote a song about a month or two ago and i've been working on it for a while.... i was thinking....

um... i finished it if you want to listen... uh, click away if you don't, that's fine too....

[they hit a few buttons on their computer, and the song begins to play, with haunting, not quite vague lyrics.]

it's um... it's still a little rough but um yeah... there it is...

those amazing sound effects were gathered by miss coralinejones, aren't they great?

anyway, thank you for your time..... um... let me know what you think....um...

sorry...

[the video feed cuts out abruptly]
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[The video feed turns on to...wow, Turing is really close to the screen. The screen itself moves, as if they're adjusting it.]

There we go, the tablet should be steady now…

[Turing takes a step back and you can actually see them this time! They’re wearing a brown beret and a smudge of paint is on their right side of the system. Looks like they’ve been painting.]

Hello again, Wonderland. Adjusting to this place has been…difficult, although I have the feeling that this is a normal reaction to newcomers. I have taken a look at the network, specifically at previous network posts of people that are and were here, and it seems that this is the most common reaction for people just settling in. Nevertheless, I have tried to set a routine for myself. So, I’ve been painting again! I’ve missed doing it, and I’m both eager and anxious to show off a few of my pieces to the network.

I have so far created three pieces, two of which pertaining to the previous two events. I hope that you will be able to view these pieces with an open mind.

…oh, and I should also mention: don’t expect anything photorealistic. That’s too simple and not at all thought-provoking for me. I take a more abstract approach with my paintings. Without further ado…

[Turing starts to pull out three paintings.] )
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[Winter was now over and spring had just started. Minato kind of missed the snow, but at least the weather was cool and comfortable instead of being too cold. For a change of pace as he wandered outside, now that the space event was over, he decided to head to the Checkerboard Hills. He hadn't been there often. It was time to check it out again.

That is, if checking it out meant doing a once-over on the checkered patterns from dark to light, then ending up laying in one of the darker square patches, his comm device off to the side as he looked up at the sky.

It's spring here and spring at home. School would be starting again, if he were there and time progressed.

Were these questions even fair? Did he have too much time on his hands, playing around with or thinking about 'what if' in a place that may make him forget his existence here at all?]


..... Would you rather be dead at home or alive here?
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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.

voice;

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?
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I'll be honest, I don't like the phones and I don't see much point in going viral- it's not my bag.

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

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

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

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

[Private to Sam]
What's your 1020?
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[The video opens on an interesting tableau. For one, the backdrop is that of mossy-green tile, a dimly lit laboratory, complete with some extremely fake potted vegetation. And that’s to say nothing of the figures present in the frame. Standing in the forefront seems to be a lizard with glasses in a lab coat, addressing the network at large. Behind her, a small child appears to be getting devoured alive by a -

Oh, wait. No they’re not. They’re actually grinning widely as they scratch the back of the...creature’s approximation of ears. It’s unclear how many dogs this counts as. Is this even really a dog? They’re definitely frothing at the mouth, making contented little bubbling sounds as Frisk scritches them beneath their chin. There’s a heavy whapping sound of something slapping back and forth across the tile as their tail begins to wag, even if the motion leaves shiny strands of their mass dribbling across the floor.

So, you know. Like any other dog.

Alphys speaks up first.]


H-Hey everyone! So, uhm...there’s an event! Which you, uh, probably already guessed, but, in the interest of, uhm, b-being informed, there’s some...things you should know. About this place and. Everything.

[She pauses, takes a nervous glance back towards the melting beast, and continues. Frisk pauses to toss her a resolute thumbs-up and a firm nod.]

These, uhm, monsters are called the Amalgamates. There’s a couple of them, uh, d-down here, but there’s no need to fight them! They’re, uhm, probably just looking for food. They won’t attack you or anything, so y-you can leave them alone. They’re not dangerous.

[Frisk sits up a little straighter, giving the Endogeny one final, reassuring pat, as they add:]

If any of them come near you, just find some food or something for them to play with. They don't mean to hurt you.

[Their tone is firm and unwavering, as resolute as their expression. Alphys, on the other hand, seems to get more nervous the longer the broadcasts stretches on, so she just cuts right to the point.]

There’s a machine that, uhm, looks like a skull around here, it’s got some wires, and tubes, and stuff? Don’t touch it. It’s, uhm, s-super dangerous, and, doesn’t do anything...good.

[Frisk's shoulders twitch in a faint wince, their gaze dropping back to Endogeny. Nothing good, no.]

So uhm. Leave that alone, t-too.

[Just as it seems like she’s going to continue, Endogeny abruptly surges to their feet with a loud, triumphant howl. The Amalgamate barrels at the camera, sending Alphys careening off screen with a small shriek. The camera goes down with her in a haphazard tumble, but at least the last shot indicates that she is, in fact, not being eaten alive. It turns out Endogeny is simply hungry, and seeing Alphys usually means it's time she fed them.

The feed rattles one last time as Endogeny's tail whips across the screen, and goes dead.]

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