✑ two | video

[hannibal]

[ he hasn't spoken much on the network since his arrival, but the arrival had been somewhat of a surprise enough for this particular doctor. he's taken it upon himself to become more acquainted with Wonderland, particularly the kitchens and the cupboards, consistently keeping himself occupied by creating things in the kitchens.

as of right now, he can be seen in the library, legs crossed as he glances down into the device, the thought striking him: ]

I feel as though this place would benefit from my services. I have heard from many individuals who seem to be ...unhappy. Perhaps slightly unstable. Depressed, anxious. One would think in our surroundings, these feelings would be compounded.

If you wish to seek professional help in the form of a counselor, please do allow me to be of assistance. I'm a trained forensic psychiatrist. Considering the circumstances, and an unfortunately bleak future regarding returning home, I would like to set up a practice here in Wonderland. As of now, our sessions would be either in the library; if you would care for a more private setting I would be more than happy to offer my living arrangement as an office environment as well.

Feel free to either reach me here, or if you would care to, you may leave a message for me at any time and I will be happy to set up an appointment for us both. [ he smiles, briefly, the action spreading thin over his lips. ] Thank you.

( ooc: for the event, this hannibal has never met will graham. so hardly any fear or trepidation in picking up new patients. )

video

[stoptheviolence]

[Greetings, the Land of Wonder.  Or Whatever.]

[Those of you who are familiar with Brittany's usual smiling face will find she is...not smiling.  Or even remotely amused by the simple happenings of life around her.  In fact, right now, there is only judging.  Hard judging.]

This place is lame. 

Anybody who's not lame, hit me up.  I'm bored, and we don't even have cheerleading practice or jocks to distract me from the lameness.

Bonus points if you're a hot jock, by the way.



((ooc: In the world of things that are different...Brittany never joined Glee Club, and thus, is back to being a mindless, bitchy cheerleading popular girl drone.  Enjoy.  Or not.))

Two Moons ℂ Video

[claimyourself]

[Lena looks at the camera, biting her lip. She hesitates a few times before speaking, and when she finally does, her voice is timid and soft.]

If anyone needs help with anything, I can try to assist if you want. There's a lot I can do, so maybe it'll be something you'll need. I'd just like to feel useful here, and like I'm doing some good.

[Because this version of Lena has a guilt complex of massive proportions. She feels she can alleviate this somewhat by doing good deeds.]

Umm, thank you for listening, and sorry if I bothered you. I didn't mean to interrupt anything, but I tend to be a burden.

➳ 002; video.

[rulebreaks]

I just realized I haven't, like, actually used this thing for its intended purpose since the first time.

[ which for some reason is real fuzzy to buffy right around now. ] So this is my, hey. Let's touch base. That was some party-- let's not pretend we don't know what's really going on here, post. All rolled up into one convenient package.

[ she busies herself wrapping her brown hair into a ponytail before glancing away. ]

This place? Alice had it all wrong.

There's no hope here.

[ end transmission, yo. ]

Video/Action Catch-All

[pottershotter]

[Throughout this event, James is...quiet. It's not the icy silence of his Mirror, but a quiet born out of nervousness and shame, and out of regret. It weighs heavily on him, and shifts with each movement. It's the quietness that comes from someone who is actively trying not to make himself stand out too much.

Except for right now. It's taken him a couple of days to work up the nerve to address the network at large (as opposed to privately asking one or two people closer to him), but there's something on his mind and...well, maybe someone else has come up with something, since he hasn't managed to.]

Err. Hi, everyone.

Things seem a bit...off lately. And I know another one of those odd Wonderland folks turned up, so this is probably an event, right? At least, I think that's who that was. I'd never seen her before.

[He has immediate self-doubts about that, and it quickly spirals into doubts about the entire post. He glances anywhere but at the camera.]

Um, actually, nevermind. If someone figured it out they would've said something by now, right? Probably...

[Unsure of how to redeem the post from there, he quickly ends it there. Video replies are welcome, and for those concerned enough to look for him, he'll either be in his room, on the roof, or roaming around the grounds trying to keep to himself as much as possible. I'm not particularly picky.]

» four [video//action]

[animusangelus]

I'm going to be patrolling the halls all day, so if you need assistance, you can count on me. [Cloud seems...lighter. Maybe even friendlier? There is also confidence in his tone - almost as if he considers himself equal to anything Wonderland can dish out.

How else would a First Class SOLDIER feel? He even holds himself differently, one hand on the hilt of his sword, ready for action. His posture is highly reminiscent of how Zack holds himself, though, of course, there is no way Cloud can match the other SOLDIER's stature.]

And don't worry about giving me a job too big. I can handle it. [His smile is easy and perhaps even a little bit cocky.] Now where should I start?

[ooc: Feel free to run into him anywhere if you want an action thread!]

003 | Video/Action

[tryingitall]

[The background behind Balthazar is bright and sunny, casting him mostly into silhouette, but the sun lights up his hair like a poor man's halo. Somewhere nearby, there's a bird chirping, so presumably he's in the gardens, rather than in front of a window.]

All right, I have a question. Has anyone here tried to garden, or have a windowbox, or anything of the kind? I have a couple indoor plants, but that's not really enough. I'd love to grow vegetables, at least. [What he actually wants is grape vines, but he's not sure anyone else would understand. Maybe he's a touch homesick.]

...I know, I know, why bother when everything we want comes out of the closets? But that's the problem. There's nothing about that requires effort, except when something's trying to kill us. Surely that's not healthy.

♛ 003 - How Things Could Have Been [Video/Action]

[moral_turnover]

[The stables were a home away from home for Regina, that she wondered why it was that she hadn't gotten back on a horse since her time started here in Wonderland. So much so that she had to laugh at herself a little, but not before asking the closet for a little something.

Her old riding attire.

Seemed silly, really. To ask for something to simple. But it possessed fond memories, and she would gladly carry that along with her as she took to the stables, all dressed anew. Her hair was so short she she could hardly think of braiding, so she left it as it were, her pace quickening as she reached the barns. The horses seemed calmed this day, which certainly called for good news. Picking one that seemed to take to her liking, she threw on the bridle and lead it to a small, open area overlooking the fields. Her mother would scold her for not even thinking of using a saddle. But alas, with no mother around, she could hardly care.

Calmly, she took her journal out from her pocket, turning on the feed.]

Hello everyone! I wondered. If anyone is interesting in riding lessons, or joining along for a day out on the fields, feel to come join me! I'd be glad to have a riding partner.

[Smiling, she ended the feed, returning her journal to she safety of her pocket before mounting the horse.]


((OOC: 1. Anyone can feel free to bump into her on her way to the stables. Or, of course, at the stables. Or the fields as she's riding around! She'll be there starting in the morning, if that helps anyone.

2. This is during the event. See here for details on Regina's decision.))

18th side; video

[masukukunai]

So... This is an event, right? Everyone's acting so weird, and that lady that showed up before...

[Yousuke's been having a particularly hard time with this one. He has memories, years worth of memories here in the mansion that suddenly feel like they don't exactly line up, with what people have been telling him and the theories they've worked out. And yet what he knew before, memories of his world-- they had to be true. The emotions he had then and the emotions they caused now couldn't possibly be fake.]

[Terrible things had happened. Terrible things because he wasn't good enough. Strong enough.]

[He's acting completely different than usual. The normally cheerful, bold and pushy Yousuke has given way to a sullen and shifty-eyed individual. Depressed, and unsure, like he can't even trust the words coming out of his own mouth.]

We know everyone else isn't right, but we're convinced we're the same-- how is that possible? Are we being tricked?

[Very quickly, that mistrust turns into shaky anger.]

I don't-- I don't like being messed with! Don't fuck with me! I want answers!