punful: (you're wearing me down to the bone)
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[Sans is here, and he looks--a little off. His eyelights are a bit fuzzed, for one thing--and for another, he looks almost...openly nervous about something. Which, if you know him, is a bit strange. He's usually pretty damn good at keeping his expression neutral.]

[He's still smiling, of course, because he's a skeleton, and it's physically impossible to stop smiling.]


well, there's one of those rift things near my door, and it looks like my cat set it off. which i guess means it's honesty hour in room 220 and probably nearby as well. which is extremely--unpleasant, because i'm really not big on tellin' the truth. which is incidentally the truth.

[There's a little voice in the back of his skull that's telling him to shut the hell up, but he can't help it. He can't even just switch the video off and try to ride this out somewhere where no one will try to ask him questions. It feels like he needs to metaphorically bare his soul to anyone willing to listen.]

[There's a scale of things he doesn't want to be honest about, though, so he's hoping he can deflect any impending conversations toward something more benign. Something that won't be as big a deal to be honest about.]


hey, so does anyone else feel like this event is building toward something really bad? because this whole thing is making me pretty nervous. i think it'd be freaking me out more if i was capable of it, but--yanno--depression and all.

[This is gonna really, really suck.]
mettatonvevo: (the look the hot guy that you hate gives)
[personal profile] mettatonvevo
[Knock knock! It's the Robotboy genius! Coming to you live from his beautiful pink decorated room. He's looking considerably more cheerful than the last time he posted a month or two ago. He's also accompanied by a cute plant companion!

He's stroking it lovingly as he looks at it in its temporary pot.]


Hello, glorious citizens of Wonderland! It seems a lot of us have gotten mysterious gifts from an equally mysterious RQ, and it's such a tantalizing state to be in, isn't it?

[He delicately nudges a bud, untangling it from another leaf so that it can stand out prominently.]

And what a fitting gift this is for me! Flowers for a star! But not just a simple bouquet, oh no; a potential unending supply of beautiful white roses, just for me!

[He moves the pot to the forefront of the camera and lets it take up the whole frame so all its details are on display.]

I don't know who this RQ is but clearly they have excellent taste in being such a big fan of mine. I love you too, RQ!

[Mettaton then pops back into frame and blows a kiss to the camera. Presumably for this RQ he is talking about; how embarrassing.]

So! My question to you all is: now that I am done showing this off, what should I do with it? Should I plant this bush in the gardens for everyone to see? Maybe erect a plaque on it so everyone knows it is mine? Or should I keep it here and put it in a bigger pot to lavish my room in more elegance? Oh~! The possibilities!

[Video]

Sep. 9th, 2017 03:26 pm
didntknowbest: (Heartache)
[personal profile] didntknowbest
Greetings. This is Toriel.

[A goat woman is on the video feed. She sounds particularly somber and serious, today.]

I have some rather important news, that I think that I should share. You see, due to the recent bouts of crossing into other's minds and memories while we sleep... I think that I have stumbled upon a somewhat alarming discovery.

I seem to have unintentionally entered the mind of someone from my own world- a small flower, who I last saw deceiving and attempting to murder someone.

[The camera pans over to a flower pot on top of Toriel's bookshelf, upon which a golden flower is growing out of.]

It looks much like this kind of flower, only sporting a face. It apparently must have arrived here, and hidden out somewhere. If you see it, and it advises you on anything about 'friendliness pellets', you should not listen to it. It only intends to do you harm.

That is all.
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[personal profile] mviw
[Some time Friday morning, September 8th, a new and particularly important broadcast appears on the network.

The feed flicks on to show Ford at a desk in his lab looking both tired and very guilty. ]


Uh, yes! Hello. Uh. Good morning?

[He clears his throat. Might as well get right down to it.]

As anyone who's slept since Wednesday will know, something weird has been happening. I may have been experimenting with a ward against a certain demonic triangle when there was an explosion that caused the ward's effects to warp and, for lack of better layman's terms, gave everyone the ability to traverse the Mindscape--that is, the realm parallel to any waking dimension.

To put it simply: Once you left consciousness at any point, you likely were able to explore your own mind, and the minds of others.

Fortunately, the effects seem to be temporary and I only singed half an eyebrow in the explosion, so... Good news! Everything should be back to normal by tomorrow.

Ahh, science. Well! That's all for today. If you don't want to deal with it, I suggest visiting one of the tea rooms for a delightful pot of industrial coffee. Always works for me!

[With a winning smile from Ford, the broadcast ends.]
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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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[personal profile] nodogsonthemoon
[A large, burly man who appears to be in about his 40's stares into the communication device like he's never seen anything quite like it. The image him on the screen goes all over, sometimes even upside down, as he tries to figure out how to use it properly.] 
 
This is the weirdest stone of farspeech I've ever seen...let's see if it'll work if I do this... 
 
[He pushes a few more buttons and the device makes a couple odd noises before Magnus deems that yeah...maybe he did something right?] 
 
Taako? Merle? Can either of you hear me? I know these aren't supposed to work in Wonderland, but maybe cause I'm in some weird "bad luck" challenge thing away from you guys it'll work? I don't even know how the hell this is supposed to be me having bad luck since I've just been wandering around bored with nothing to fight.
 
At least in the other challenges there was stuff for me to hit...though I guess I'm glad I didn't get a giant block thing dropped on me like Taako did. 
 
[He sighs and adjusts the grip on the communicator, and with the new view (still slightly angled) it's clear to see a large ax on his back and a long lance that looks almost like the hand of an elaborate clock.] 
 
So yeah, I guess just hang on and try not to die while I try to figure this shit out? That'd be real great.

[As for the event and the giants attacking this place while Magnus has arrived, he's been lucky enough to not run into any of it yet and get himself lost in empty hallways. Though when the time comes, Magnus is always ready to fight the good fight.]

[Video]

Aug. 25th, 2017 04:20 pm
didntknowbest: (I do not like this game you are playing)
[personal profile] didntknowbest
[The video feed starts up, to Toriel, with a quite exasperated expression on her face, in the middle of going down some stairs.]

Greetings. This is Toriel.

So- I believe that there may be some kind of event going on right now, because I seem to be stuck in this stairway.

[She turns the phone around, and she seems to be approaching the bottom of the stairwell- and as she goes through a door that SHOULD lead out into the hallway...

She's right back up at the top of the stairwell again. The view pans over the railing, to look at all the stairs going down, just to confirm it.]


I have been stuck here like this for at least 20 minutes now, just trying to get to the kitchen. If anyone would be able to come help me, or offer any kind of advice, it would be greatly appreciated.
punful: (what you got a bone to pick with me?)
[personal profile] punful
[He woke up and--]

[Man, he hates those kinds of events. They're the worst. Worse than a regular old zombie invasion, worse than demonic creatures in tunnels, worse than anything the Mirrors can throw. Most events are just horrible, but some of them change you, and it's the worst thing. Waking up afterward is horrendous. You wake up unsure of where and who you are, and as the memories start to kind of wisp off, acquiring that post-mindfuck dreamlike quality, you start questioning if you're losing your real self or a fake self crafted by Wonderland.]

[It takes a few days for the mental turmoil to die down.]

[So naturally, while Sans is waiting for that to happen, he's going to pretend like absolutely nothing is wrong.]

[A few hours later, he's broadcasting from his hotdog stand. His regular old illegal hotdog stand where he sells real hotdogs and also water sausages posing as hotdogs, where nobody really gives a shit about food safety (not that it's unsafe, mind you). He's a regular old skeleton with his regular old pet cat selling regular old shitty street food in the middle of regular old Wonderland.]

[He opens the feed without any sort of preamble, as if he was already mid-conversation.]


anyway, i still don't actually know what a republican is.

hotdogs are back in business, obviously.


[He gestures at the top of his stand, where a sign just says "'dogs, 30g". He then gives an expansive shrug and grins wryly.]

what is the deal with politics, though?
ghflskhu_ph: (▲ Triangle| LETS GET CRACKIN)
[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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[personal profile] mettatonvevo
[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.))
deadshapes: (crimes)
[personal profile] deadshapes
[ Clementine and Mae appear on the screen. It’s a little girl and a cat girl. They’re standing in a room on the first floor. Clem has a crowbar in her hand, slung over her shoulder. Mae has her trusty baseball bat and a very cat-that-got-the-canary grin on her face.]

Hey, so… Mae told me about how she breaks shit sometimes and how it’s… cathartic? [ that’s the word she used, right? ] And I tried it with a light bulb. It felt pretty damn awesome so we thought it might be cool to have an official place where people could break stuff whenever they needed to deal with bullshit.

[Mae immediately picks up the thread, grinning wide.]

So we are super effing pleased to introduce…The Destruction Room.

[She pans the camera over to the sign on the door. It’s generic and straight to the point. Then she pans the camera around to take in the room. There’s rows of shelves filled with china plates, vases, glass figurines and other fragile-looking items. Along the walls are dozens of light fixtures and free-standing lamps, as well as just a metric ton of lightbulbs, both fluorescent and incandescent. All of it is very precariously displayed and it looks like it wouldn’t take much to just knock some of these shelves right over.]

Isn’t it amazing? We stocked it with everything that could possibly go smash.

[Clementine gestures then to have Mae pan the camera toward the wall on the side which has a giant weapon rack with every blunt weapon imaginable from bats to maces to hammers and more. ]

Over on this wall, we’ve got every blunt weapon you can think of so you can really make the breakables crack into a hundred awesome pieces. Also, it’s on the first floor, room 4 so if you hit yourself in the foot or get glass stuck in your arm or something, the clinic’s right next door.

Yeah, we pretty much thought of everything. Because we’re awesome.

[Mae holds out her hand to Clementine for a high-five. Clementine leans over, high fiving her back, with a smile. Totally awesome. ]

Anyway, yeah, come on down and get your smash on. Work out some of that pre-event anxiety or whatever.

[Video]

Jul. 25th, 2017 06:18 pm
didntknowbest: (Warmth)
[personal profile] didntknowbest
Greetings! This is Toriel!

I have been thinking, recently... and today, I became curious about other's opinions on the matter, as well.

How many of you are happy here?

Certainly, this place is far from ideal. We are of course, being kept here against our will, and I know that I personally, am not as bothered by that, as I have spent most of my life in a similar situation. Not to mention that, quite often, the events that it forces upon us are... well. Ordeals.

But for some, a place like this may be the only place we can see some people close to us. People we may have lost. For others, this is the only place we could truly exist at all. Wonderland, despite having entire worlds to pick from, does seem fond of picking people who know each other, people within close-knit groups within those worlds.

I have met people, made relationships, and enjoyed experiences that I could not have ever had, otherwise. Despite all its faults... I am glad to have been brought here.
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[personal profile] powerofmabel
[So here’s Mabel sitting at her craft table in her room, surrounded by her piles of stuffed animals. It looks like she’s about to make the world’s cuddliest State of the Union address.]

Hi, Wonderfriends!

As you know, I, Mabel Pines, am an expert at problem-solving. I not only solve my own problems, but the problems of my friends, and I have the scrapbooked evidence to prove it! Plus I’m co-leader of Angel Investigations- we make your mysteries history. Aw yeah, nailed that plug! [she high fives a stuffed animal, and then sighs and leans back.] But as surprising as it is, there are some problems I can’t solve. You see, I’ve been in Wonderland for two years now, which means I definitely haven’t been to the orthodontist. [and here, she smiles, revealing her braces, which she gestures to.] These things? Do not tighten themselves, guys. And since I kiiinda don’t want a super messed up mouth while I’m in Wonderland, I only have one question for you.

[and here she looks deeply pained, all the casualness gone from her tone, because believe or not, people, untightened braces are uncomfortable as hell.] Is there a dentist in the house??

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Jun. 25th, 2017 05:49 pm
ssmisery: (shore is taking a while)
[personal profile] ssmisery
[Peridot has explained the setting, more or less. Dipper has explained the mechanics. There is, however, one more part of this event that apparently needs to be clarified, and apparently nobody else is going to do it so APPARENTLY Lapis has to. She does not care for giving exposition, nor is she suited to it; let's roll. Specifically, let's roll a 3 for diplomacy, perfectly fine for someone who isn't trying anyway.]

If anyone's curious, all the monsters were once ordinary gems now condemned to a variety of torturous existences. Feel free to hit them until they explode into puffs of smoke, it's not gonna make their day any worse.

And yeah, that'll leave their gems, as in the little bits of rock that are the core of their being. I'm pretty sure Wonderland gave everyone the ability to put those in bubbles, which will stop them from reforming and get them out of the way. If, you know, you don't want to go around breaking gems. Half of them have already BEEN shattered, and it obviously didn't do much good the first time. They're still alive. It's not even less effort.

Of course, none of this is exactly real anyway, so who's judging, right?
punful: (human le tired)
[personal profile] punful
[There's a thirty-something sickly-looking human man on the network, currently perched inside one of the myriad holes in the cliff face. He looks like he's trying to just chill here, but judging by his body language he's...kinda stressed. His expression, on the other hand, is completely neutral--which is kinda weird, considering. He's wearing robes, or at least some kind of glorified Snuggie, and it's emblazoned with the holy symbol of a hotdog.]

Hey, so uh. It's me. Sans. Usually a skeleton. Currently a human.

[Yeah and let's not get into how godawful weird it is to suddenly have organs and skin and hair and all these weird things that humans have, and the fact that he has no idea how to do anything, and the fact that basic shit like breathing is something he has to actually remember to do. Let's just. Not think about any of that.]

Also currently a Cleric of...heh, okay, I gotta give Wonderland this one. I'm a Cleric of Godtoh. I can spontaneously manifest healing hotdogs. Yeah, ya heard that right. Wonderland really, uh. Threw a whole bunch of crap at the wall to see what would stick this time, huh.

[Like, yeah, make the lazy asshole the healer, and give him healing hotdogs, and gloves that make people laugh. Sure.]

Anyway. The short version is, I'm a sorta healer. Not so great at the fighting and escaping part, and these Gem critters are all over. So I figure...if anyone needs healing, I can come by, but I'll probably need, uh. Help. Got all this brand new magic, and none of it's the fightin' kind. I figure being in groups would be best for this sorta thing, yeah? We call it partying up, in the business. Heh.

[What a nerd.]

So, yeah. Healing hotdogs. I got 'em. Anyone need 'em?

[Sans is LFG, but sadly he has shit Charisma and rolled a 9. He might need to rethink his hotdog sales pitch.]
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!]
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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.]
didntknowbest: (I will guide you through the Ruins)
[personal profile] didntknowbest
Greetings! This is Toriel.

So, I have been keeping an eye on the calendar, and I believe that Frisk's birthday is later this month! The date is, ah... rather vivid, in my memory.

As I am sure anyone that was there will remember, I. Somewhat put a damper on their party, last time. It has been something which I regretted deeply, and so I was thinking that perhaps we could throw them another party? One that will not have any unfortunate interruptions.

This may be a bit early for this, really, but I wish to be certain that everyone is given ample time to prepare, and come up with ideas!

What do you think?
punful: (it's going tibia okay)
[personal profile] punful
[Sans looks more tired than usual, which is saying something.]

hey, uh. has anyone seen a cat?

[He rubs the back of his skull.]

not a talking cat or anything. a regular one. black fur, one bent ear. kinda moody. answers to 4, usually.

[He sounds pretty neutral, but he can't quite stifle a quiet sigh.]

lost track of him during the event. we got cornered on the third floor and he, uh. got away from me. he's been through worse events, so i'm not too worried, but he just...usually turns up by now.

[He's quiet for a bit, staring away off camera.]

if anyone's seen him, please let me know.




[ooc: the cat is fine and will turn up on his own unharmed, unless someone wants to find him first.]
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?
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.))

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Apr. 18th, 2017 12:41 am
rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry: (Flustered)
[personal profile] rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry
um, hi again, wonderland....

i'm not sure if anyone else knows but.... that voice coming from mettaton was someone named bill.....

i thought he was my friend but it looks like he... he...

i was wondering if anyone has ever seen him before...

i only see him in events, so i only just found out his true form....

enclosed is what he really looks like....

if anyone knows anything about him, please let me know....

we...

....we have to save mettaton, ok?
normandysbest: (« [Hairflip] maybe she's born with it)
[personal profile] normandysbest
[The camera comes on to Shepard actually using her original network device for once, having it propped up on her desk with her rather futuristic room in full display. Behind her, her armor stands in a display case, and the room is primarily lit by a dim bedside light and the glow of her fishtank.]

Alright. So in the last couple of months, I've gotten a bunch of people trying to pick my brain about my world. I've been here about a year, and it's pretty safe to say most people around here are from the 21st century. Thing is, back home, it's 2187.

[She looks pretty smug about all this, honestly, and she kicks back, moving her left arm into view and kicking her omni-tool to life, the orange light coming from it further illuminating her face.]

I grew up on a human colony on the opposite side of the Milky Way from Earth. I've been in humanity's military for more than 10 years and I've been to most star systems in this galaxy at least once. Consider this an AMA for living in space. No question too stupid. I'll only veto stuff if I don't know the answer, or it's too personal.

[She gives the camera a mock salute and a smile.]

Ask away, Wonderland. Be as starstruck as you want.

[And with that, she cuts the feed.]
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The camera opens to view one (1) Asgore Dreemurr, looking very large and goatly and like some sort of “he’s gonna make it after all, maybe” divorced goatman. He appears to be in a kitchenette or perhaps even a full kitchen. There’s some countertops and cupboards and other assorted kitchen accoutrements.

Is this… yes, this is on, hello,” he says into the camera. “I am Asgore Dreemurr and today I am doing a Let Us Play that shows you how to make a delicious Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich, which I feel is an easy meal that nearly anyone can make. I am being helped today by the Underground’s most popular TV cooking host, Mettaton.” He looks over at his gracious co-host, like a not-yet-drunk Kathie Lee would look over at a just-starting-to-get-buzzed Hoda.

Mettaton, for his part, looks the perfect picture of bedazzled cooking host, complete with signature chef’s hat embroidered with a glittering gold MTT and matching apron. There is not a hair out of place on his robotic head and his grin is dazzling as he addresses the camera.
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Hello Wonderland! This is Dr. Pines speaking.

Out of curiosity, how many of you have been to different dimensions, not counting this one? Alternate worlds? Other parallel planes of existence? Or... engaged in any form of time travel, for that matter. How did you do it? Was it even on purpose, or by some fluke?

I myself spent three decades adrift in the multiverse. Fascinating stuff.

[PRIVATE TO FIDDLEFORD & STAN]

Stanley, Fiddleford--

--We need to dismantle the portal in the basement and we have to do it as soon as possible. I can't just let that thing sit around being dangerous.

Fiddleford and I should be able to take it apart with no problems, but Stanley, since you did push to have it built in the first place I thought it was only fair to tell you what I want to do.

[There's a brief, awkward pause, and then...]

I've hurt enough people with my recklessness.

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Mar. 17th, 2017 10:10 am
fulllifeconsequences: (* Nothing useful.)
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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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Mar. 10th, 2017 05:34 pm
didntknowbest: (I will guide you through the Ruins)
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Hey!! Um, greetings! This is Toriel.

So... i'm a kid again! I am, in fact, a child once more.

It is really mixing me up. I do not think that I like this very much. Especially with what happened last time this place turned me into a kid... just some. Bad memories.

I think that I'm gonna have bad memories about this place, too... It's all just... it's creepy. All it needs is some creepy music and it'd be just like some scary movie I watched once, before deciding I did not really care for scary movies.

...Anyway, I was just, um...

[Scared, and really looking for someone to talk to so that she can feel a little less scared and alone. But she's supposed to be a mature adult, not a scared little girl, no matter how much she looks and feels like one right now.

She really should've planned out something to say better before doing this.]


I just!! Am curious how everyone's doing. And where you are. That's all!
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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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