powerofmabel: (☆ some feeling once in awhile)
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[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)
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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)
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[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)
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[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.]
alphyswhatsabara: (Awkward shuffle)
[personal profile] alphyswhatsabara
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.
It keeps happening )
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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!
determinedest: (* Even when you felt trapped)
[personal profile] determinedest
[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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[Rick starts talking without any sort of preamble.]

So, coffee doesn't work. Caffeine pills don't work. Addy, speed, Ex, none of the usual amphetamines work. E-Even fucking--fucking kalaxian crystals don't work, I, I don't know how Wonderland managed that one.

Listen, I don't fucking g-get nightmares, okay? I yanked out that part of my brain i-in my thirties. So, so we got two options here. Either these are just Wonderland-fueled nightmares, a-and it's just, just a plain old goddamn fucked up dream event, or some of you motherfuckers are, are actually d-dreamwalking into my goddamn brainspace, and I swe-EAAAARRRRHH-r to fuck if that's the case I'm going to kill every single one of you who's c-come into my house and taken a massive subconscious shit on my mental rug.

And if it's not, then, then Wonderland can go fu--

[Abruptly, his eyes roll upward and he collapses right where he's standing. After a moment, snoring can be heard.]
mettatonvevo: (cute little hair twirl I LOVE)
[personal profile] mettatonvevo
[Today’s little network post opens with the camera pointed toward a festive little booth outside the mansion. Its purpose seems clear enough, but just in case you don’t get it, don’t fret! Because here is a handsome robot to turn the camera onto his face and explain it to you!]

Hello beauties and gentlebeauties! As you are all probably aware, today is Valentine’s day! For those who may not be in the know, it is a holiday devoted to love and the expression of love! Pink and red hearts, delicious chocolates, heartfelt confessions, secret passions; today is the day for it all!

[Here he adjusts the device so it is sitting on the booth and you can see his outfit clearly, as he props up his chin with his hands and flashes the camera a coquettish grin.]

Now, some of us have a special someone to spend this beautiful day with, and that is wonderful! For those of Wonderland who aren’t so lucky and feeling down about not getting that special Valentine’s Day kiss- never fear, for your favorite star is here! Come on down to the gardens and, if the price is right, you’ll get to experience these luscious lips for yourself~!

[He’s certainly put on a shiny red lipstick for the occasion…]

The price is, of course, anything Valetine’s day themed that you think I will like! There’s no currency here, so regular money just won’t do darlings! Impress me with something really extravagant, and your kiss may be extra special!

I look forward to seeing you here, sweethearts! Bye for now!

[He blows a kiss for the camera and it switches off.]

((ooc: Feel free to respond to this post on the network, run into Mettaton in the gardens, or do both! His default kiss is going to be a chaste kiss on the cheek or lips depending on how your character wants and the thread goes, but if you want ~something more~, feel free to pm me or hit me up on plurk and we can hash it out! Kids are 100% welcome; he’s gonna kiss the heck out of those cheeks and foreheads!! Let’s have a lovely Valentine’s day, Wonderland! ♥))
determinedest: (* We can go and see the real stars now.)
[personal profile] determinedest
[This kid's been busy, it turns out. Very busy. It's Valentine's Day, as most everyone is in all likelihood well aware, and for the first few moments of the broadcast, they appear to be quite busy with something, tongue stuck between their teeth, brow furrowed with concentration.

Eventually they glance up, however, and hold up a simple heart cut out of red construction paper. They appear to have been in the process of drawing myriad swirls along the edges. They were going for something reminiscent of a lace pattern, but results are...inconclusive.]


If anyone needs valentines, I made... [A brief pause, and they duck out of sight, only to return with an armful of hearts of every color in the rainbow.] I, um, I have a lot extra.

[But that's just the first purpose of their broadcast. The second is something they've been hard at work on for some time. A combination of careful observation, idle speculation, and wheedling questions has yielded some interesting results, and it's about time those were documented.]

And there's something else, too.

[For a brief moment, they form a fingergun with their free hand, one maroon eye winking shut in a gesture that was, in all likelihood, meant to emerge as flirtatious but simply ends up comically overexaggerated. And then...then they upload the file.]


OFFICIAL WONDERLAND COUPLES

TORIEL + MISS SHEPARD = MOM SQUAD
JAMES + LILY = HAPPILY MARRIED
ALPHYS + UNDYNE = FISHY LOVE
METTATON + CARDBOARD CUTOUT OF HIMSELF = LOVE YOURSELF
QUEEN OF HEARTS + FINDING SOME CHILL = FROZEN HEART
DUCHESS + HER HEAD = BUSY NECKING
ALPHYS + STANFORD PINES = CHEMISTRY TOGETHER
HENRY MILLS + MABEL PINES = FAIRY TALES DO COME TRUE
SANS + A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP = SWEET DREAMING
KURT WELLER + JANE DOE = FORGOTTEN LOVE
FRISK + EVERYONE = THE FRIEND ZONE
ELENA GILBERT + DAMON SALVATORE = EPIC LOVE STORY
QUEEN OF HEARTS + THE DUCHESS = FEEL THE TENSION
BONNIE BENNETT + PETER PARKER = YOLKING AROUND
DIPPER PINES + CLEMENTINE = UNDEAD MYSTERIES
SARAH WELLER + RAY PALMER = SWEET SCIENCE

[And yes, they will very much be monitoring any and all chatter that goes on within, so they may update their couples list accordingly. Go hog wild, Wonderland.]
determinedest: (* Please forget about me.)
[personal profile] determinedest
[The last time they woke like this it was on a bed of golden flowers, silk-soft and the petals still crisp with a long-dead magic. They strain for a whiff of memory, the bittersweet cinnamon-sawdust-y scent of an old spell woven deep into the fabric of the atoms in the soil and worms and rocks.

...what? You didn't do that?


Once upon a time, a quiet voice murmured seven words to the squarish, boxy thing in their hands, fighting to keep the tremor from their tone as they intoned, evenly - I fell. I need a way back.

Once upon a time, two children scrapped in a hallway, a goose egg raised on their foreheads with forceful the collision of skulls. A Locket traded over, a contract burned and a new one writ into existence in the same instant. Once upon a time, there was a mansion that rose in stately silhouette, and memories fell from the sky in delicate filigrees of gold. A place where two children would scramble to claw into place a pair of lives that have long since fallen into disarray and dissolution, a Room 12 that swung between doubly occupied and wholly abandoned, just like the SOULs that resided within it. There are stories one can tell of stolen switchblades and careful bandages and words dipped in red, and the second chances promised to a pair of children who met with clasped hands at the edge of something broken and wished to repair it. There are stories of a pair of SOULs that hummed in tandem, of a scarlet tint and a gleam in their hearts, and the lion-hearted desire that no one else live the way they lived. They gained love and they gained LOVE, and at the end of it all, despite everything -

* It's still us.

A camera wobbles as it's steadied, positioned carefully on a table, facing the window of a room. There's a potted plant on the sill - forget-me-nots - and the curtains are half-drawn, leaving only a thin slice of opaque winter sky visible.

Immediately after, a small child scrambles into frame. They're wearing a hand-knitted sweater, and they've their instrument in hand, as always. Inevitably, they begin to play. There are no words to this melody, and thus the notes are much crisper, and it comes together with a clarity that the pieces they've played before have lacked thus far, a sense of polish and familiarity. It is, after all, a very familiar tune.

It sounds like Home.

Once they finish, they take a moment to run bandaged fingertips up the bridge of the instrument. Then they shoot a look at the camera, one reddish eye slitted open so they can smile.]


It's been a year.

[Their hair is longer, more unkempt. They've got bandages on their hands now, perpetually. They've got fresh scars along the lengths of their arms, some on their thighs. They've died twice over, once because of sickness and once because of a misplaced weapon and misplaced guilt, and they've watched friends filter into the world and then disperse once more like scattered motes of dust.

But they've got a sweater, and they have someone to teach them to play and care for their ukulele, and they have a sack full of candy. They have people who left them gifts when they were alone, who cared for their SOUL though it was dry and weary, and people who helped paint their room. They have people who offer hugs and moments of understanding and advice about the nature of the game they play and slices of butterscotch pie.

Above all else, they have - determination.]


Thank you.

[Thank you, Wonderland.

They thought they would be saying goodbye now. But it's not the end of the world.

So they won't blame themself.]
punful: (what you got a bone to pick with me?)
[personal profile] punful
[Sans is at his hotdog stand like usual, apparently doing a crossword.]

hey, so this has been bugging me since that event with the pyramid. what's actually the point of suspenders? i mean. a lot of human clothing is kind of baffling to me. but suspenders just seem excessive.

[He fills in a word in his crossword.]

if you're worried about your pants falling down, you could just use a belt. or rope or such. or wear a skirt instead.

[Frankly, he has questions about every article of clothing he was forced to wear during that event, but he's holding back. Plus, talking about weird clothing means not having to talk about weird past lives.]

by the way, anyone ever get that giant diamond that was up at the apex? didja get to keep it?

[He pauses, frowning at his paper and tapping the pen against his teeth. Hell yeah, he uses pen on his crosswords, cause if he makes a mistake it's an excuse to just give up on it.]

these crosswords are all human oriented. what's a six-letter word for "iron deficiency"?
alphyswhatsabara: (Mr. Dad Guy)
[personal profile] alphyswhatsabara
::The video feed opens to show a smiling Asgore looking into the camera.::

Hello, everyone. I was talking with Sans the other day and he told me that on the internet, which is something I do not know very much about, that people do things that are called "Let Us Plays" and that the "Let Us Players" will play a game and have a nice chat, and that people like to watch them. And so I thought to myself that it would be a fun idea for me to try to do a "Let Us Play" with a game here for you all, since there is no Internet here.

::The camera pans out a bit more so that it's more than just Asgore's face, it's all of his upper body, swathed mightily in a lavender colored tank top and pink short sleeved-shirt combo; it's very fashionable.::

I asked the closet to give me a fun game and I got this!

::He proudly holds up a book of Sudoku puzzles.::

So, I think that I will start to play one of these Sud-oku games. I did a couple on my own to practice so that I know what I am doing.

::What follows is a ten minute video of Asgore reading numbers, counting things, giving life tips for brewing cups of tea, a story about a particularly difficult bush that he's had to prune, an anecdote about a weight lifting belt snapping in the middle of a deadlift, a couple of minor mistakes and some erasing, and at least three really bad puns. He helpfully moves the camera to focus on the sudoku but sometimes he picks it up and looks into it to make sure that it's still running, and then puts it back on the writing numbers action.::

::Eventually, he finishes it successfully.::

Oh, there we go, I guess I'm done. All of the columns and rows and boxes have all of the numbers from one to nine in them. I think it was very diverting. If anyone else has any games that they would like to see me play, or if you would like to see more Sud-oku videos please let me know. Like comment subscribe click the link to donate to my Patreon if you want to see more videos
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[The camera turns on to reveal Wendy in selfie-mode, sitting on what appears to be a beach chair in the shade. She has sunglasses on anyway and looks particularly cool as she points a finger gun to the camera.]

Hey Wonderland. So, as much as I love the scene here, you guys are seriously lacking in cool hangout spots. And by that, I mean the coolest hangout spot- the roof.

[She hefts herself up from the chair and switches the camera around to reveal her setup, an obvious homage to her favorite place to goof off back home. In Wonderland, it contains two beach chairs under an umbrella, with a cooler in between them, pointed out in the direction of the beach for a great sunset view.]

Presenting: Roof Spot, Wonderland edition. Usually I'd reserve this place for only the coolest of the cool, but I'm feeling generous, and it'd be way too much work to try and figure out who wasn't allowed up here or whatever. Plus, like, it's freezing, so I figure nobody's gonna be here unless they really want it anyway. The cooler's for drinks but refilling it is hard so that's on you. Also, I will definitely be throwing water balloons from here in like, the immediate future. Consider yourself warned.

[She backs up a little bit to reveal a bucket of water balloons. Yes, it's winter, but like... who even cares about that. Details, details.]

So go ahead, use it up, dudes! C'mon, roof spot, roof spot, roof spot!

[She chants the last bit, obviously in an attempt to get people more hype for freezing their butt off on the roof, before cutting the feed. Feel free to come see her up there, or become the rather unfortunate recipient of a water balloon to the head on the ground.]

Video

Dec. 26th, 2016 07:11 pm
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Um, h-hello... For those who don't know or who forgot me, my name is Mikan Tsumiki. I really hope we can all get a-along for a while.

I debated about saying this, but, I figured, it was better to be safe than sorry. There's a girl here from my world... her name's Ryoko. She's very nice! But now that there's two of us here, I was wondering... could that increase the odds of an event based on our memories? I-It seems to happen to a lot of people.

So, um! With that said! If you suddenly have memories of belonging to Hope's Peak Academy, it's not real!

... And if we wind up on an island where a black and white bear tries to make us kill each other in order to escape, please don't do that!

Video 7

Dec. 25th, 2016 05:40 pm
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Greetings! This is Toriel.

So, as I understand it, there is a human holiday today centered around exchanging gifts! Strange, that it so strongly resembles a similar tradition among monsters. Anyway, I was thinking that I might as well make something for everyone here, and have been spending a great deal of my off time knitting scarves and hats!

[Actually, she was knitting anyway to take her mind off of things, and figures this would just be a nice thing to do with it.]

I have left a collection of wrapped boxes in the entrance hall, and each one contains either a scarf or hat. Please, only take one! I did not start knitting long enough ago to make one for everybody here, but hopefully there are enough for those who want one.

Also, please do not take one if you are family. I worked very hard to knit something special for you specifically.
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Um, I think I need some help. [ He pauses for a moment and there is an anxious edge to his voice. ] The adult kind.

I, um, I found someone. I think... I think their name is-

[ He stumbles a moment. Not is. Not the present tense. ]

It was Chara. They... they look really bad.

[ And then he lowers his voice a little. ]

There's a lot of blood and... th-they're dead.
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[There's a teenage boy staring at the camera for just a fraction too long before he starts to speak. Ed's a smart kid, and while he doesn't have any kind of phone remotely like this back home, he figured out how to use it pretty quickly. Still, he's done a lot more listening and watching and reading than actually communicating with other people through it. He wants to make sure he understands it fully before he uses it.

But he's ready now. Once he's satisfied that it's recording, he nods, then sits back.]


Hi. I'm Edward Elric. I'm an Alchemist. But from what I've heard, that doesn't mean anything to most of you. But even if you don't have alchemy, you do have science, right? What do the scientists of your worlds study?

[There, question posed successfully. He's mastered this fascinating device. He turns it off, and waits for people to reply.]
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 (They have researched the chemical workings, and they have experienced existence as an organic. And yet, this knowledge is insufficient.)

What is the significance of emotion?

(Why do they have them? Why are they so different without them? Their time in Quor'toth weighs on them. They do not understand.)
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[Chara... thought for a long time before settling on this costume. They'd wondered if it would be in bad taste. How dare they pretend to be a boss monster after what they did, after all. What gives them the right to wear the Delta Rune when they were never the angel in that prophecy at all? Maybe this will just make Toriel and Asgore angry. ...It doesn't feel right at all to go as only one half of a matching set. It doesn't feel right at all to be their childish make-believe character without the Absolute God of Hyperdeath.

But... they want to remember him, at least a little. They're not replacing him with Frisk. They aren't. They can't. And isn't Halloween all about being something that you cannot possibly be in real life? So... it's a fitting statement, maybe, if they pretend to be a monster. Pretend to be a defender. Pretend to be something that belongs with Asriel. So this year... they're the character that they pretended to be when they played with Asriel. During the times where it wasn't Monsters and Humans, because they'd have to be the human. During the times where they weren't playing the bad guy so he could win, making up some absurdly sinister demon for him to stop. When they weren't filling those roles... they were the Guardian of Hyperdeath, faithful sidekick and loyal knight.

And it would have just been a closet cosplay of a childish self-insert, for the most part, but Chara's happened to get unlucky (or lucky) with the candy around the mansion. So when the video feed clicks on, there's. Uh.

It sort of looks like Asriel's Extremely Anime Sibling. An Asriel recolor. Shadowsriel the Hedgehog. Original the Character, Donut Steel.]


Greetings, pitiful mortals!

I see that there are plenty of SOULs about, just waiting to be presented to my beloved God. Never fear, monsterkind, for the Absolute God of Hyperdeath is a benevolent ruler. Your lives will be spared, so that you may live in freedom and prosperity. But let it be known that the humans among you are in mortal peril, for the Guardian of Hyperdeath NEVER lets their lord's enemies walk away in one piece!

Surrender now, and I may make your demises swift and painless. Dare to resist, and my Halberd of Absolution will rip asunder every last one of your hopes and dreams! Hee hee hee!!

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