Video » 02

[forworse]

[ Damon's sipping on something that looks like wine - he looks bored and unimpressed but mainly wet and shirtless. He shifts and it becomes obvious that he's sitting in a bath tub, bubbles galore. Wonderland blogging out of boredom obviously.

At first it might seem like this is an accidental video but then he begins speaking and it becomes very clear that he's just not shy at all. ]

Pagan gods, morse code, duchesses. Anyone notice this is like Facebook for the criminally insane. [ Not that he's one to talk. ]

No offense.

[ Not that he really cares. ]

[Audio=>Video=>Action] I blink and the world was gone

[notmymccalling]

[Scott tumbles back into Wonderland disoriented and in full Lacrosse gear. He even still has the burns on his neck and hand from the attempted assassination, though they’re rapidly healing. His mind is a jumble, processing how he went from the locker room to the middle of a… garden?

He pulls out his phone and thinks he hits the call-back button because Stiles should be the most recent call on his list.]

Stiles? What the heck happened? Where am…? [But his voice trails off as memories hit him like a freight train. The network audio hangs there a while as he sorts through them in his head. Then it ends and is flipped over to a video feed.

The dark eyed teen looks a little dishevelled, but he seems to look less startled than his voice had been moments ago.] Wonderland, right. Sorry about that, um… disregard?

( Private Video filtered to Allison and Isaac )

( Action for Stiles )

( Private Text filtered to Natasha )

two : video / action

[ganking]

[ dean’s looking the very part of a paranoid hunter when the feed clicks on, rushing down a hallway with a gun firmly gripped in his hands. he’s definitely not about to take any chances with what’s going down at the moment, the invasion of mirrors becoming more and more obvious. when he speaks it’s in a low, rushed voice. ]

I know the numbers are changing, but betting this is still a good time for a head count of the non-fake variety. Unless of course asking that triggers some kind of a goddamn identity crisis for our less than welcome guests from the great Wonderland mirror-y beyond. [ not that he really gives a flying fuck if it does, tbqh. ]

So— Sam? Cas? Jo? Whoever didn’t get their ass replaced by their Twilight Zone version, now would be a great time to know.

[ of course, telling the difference can be a little difficult too, in some cases, and more might come crawling through still. but a beat follows, as he rounds a corner somewhere in the mansion. ]

Oh, right— whatever you freaks are after- [ which is the sword because of course it is ] -whatever your mission here is that you’re scared of failing ‘cause the Queen on the other side might give you a spakin’ if you do? It ain’t worth the hell I’ll show you if you mess with our chances of findin’ that goddamn sword.

[ just a fair warning. or threat— whichever.

the feed ends with that. ]


( ooh: feel free to action a reply, too! the location can be almost anywhere near or within the mansion. )

006 ★ video/action

[selfrespecting]

[Martha's opened up video recordings like this before. She's in the clinic, in her labcoat and sitting at her desk, though at least this time there's no monster raging and so it isn't strictly a crisis situation.

Except for the fact that there are Mirrors seeping into their ranks, which is not something they can outright ignore. It's a race to see who gets the vorpal sword, and yet Martha wonders if they should be thinking of it that way.]

Hello, everyone. The word's out, we have some Mirrors in our midst, so I hope you all know to be careful. Some very dangerous people could be posing as friends or family.

[With that warning issued, she quickly moves into the heart of this message.]

But I can't help but ask... aren't we all looking for the same thing? The vorpal sword, I mean. I doubt that you Mirrors want to be torn apart by the jabberwocky any more than we do.

[As preposterous as it might sound, would it be so horrible to actually try and work together on this?]

I know that I can't ask everyone to get along, though, so if something does happen and you're hurt -- whether you're from this side or the Mirror side, mind you -- I'll be here to see to your wounds. [That's no doubt going to be a controversial statement -- in fact, most of this broadcast falls into that category. Martha won't relent so easily, though.]

I hope it doesn't come to that, but I am prepared. [And with that, she ends the feed. When Martha isn't on riddle-solving duty, she'll be working long hours in the clinic in anticipation of any of the issues that crop up when Real Things and Mirrors mix.]

[Voice/Action] Mirror!Gabriel, the Righteous Soldier.

[onlyhomemade]

Hello Real Things,

Believe me when I say it is very important that you simply work with me and tell me what you know about this riddle. The sooner I can return the sword to the Queen the sooner we can all breath a sigh of relief and my fellow Mirrors and I will go away. Trust me you don't want to bring her ire down on you. I'm only looking out for what's best for your safety as well as ours, I don't want unnecessary bloodshed. Let us handle the Jabberwock, bring me the Vorpal Sword.

Please. I wouldn't out myself like this if not to gain your trust. Let us work together to get everything back to the way it belongs.

[He'll end the feed and wait for replies. Though any of you may run into the Archangel as he flies or otherwise moves about all over Wonderland to try and figure out this riddle on his own. He's not hard to spot, he looks fairly different than the Gabriel some of you have met, decked out in armor that has intricately woven designs on it and a long crimson cape. His hair is a little longer and somewhat frames his face as opposed to his slicked back look. He may appear somewhat younger and he doesn't carry that intense hatred of humanity as his real counterpart. So enjoy that while it lasts!]

video; (Real!Frank)

[iguanasolution]

[When Frank turns on the phone he's barely looking at the network. He seems more focused in checking his arrows- all the different kinds of arrows he could gather.]

These things, the... mirrors, the ones that have crossed over.

[He strings the bow, testing the feel of it on his fingers. Those from his world will recognize that as something Frank does when he's nervous, even though his face is completely calm.]

What happens if we kill them?

[oediv]/[noitca]

[starttheviolence]

[The face on screen might appear familiar to some, and yet...that expression...that posture...]

God, this place is an even bigger shit hole than I remembered.

[The Bitch was Back.]

Okay, look.  Here's the deal.  I got shit to do.  Places to be.  Queens to please.  I don't have time to get into it with you cunts, and honestly, I'm not really in any mood to get any blood on my new clothes.  Took me nearly ten minutes to steal, you know.  That's time I'll never get back.

So just stay the fuck out of my way, and we'll all get along peachy.  If you ignore the fact where I'd just as soon never see any of your pathetic faces ever again.

Got it?



((ooc: Any ACTION options will find M!Brittany either trashing her Real's room, or else wandering the courtyards in search of more clues.))