005 ☄ video

[freewill]

[Castiel isn't one to make use of the network unless he has good reason for it, but this falls squarely into that category. When the feed starts up, he's seated in the music room, which is one of the only areas in the mansion he could find that has an empty seat and isn't affected by one of the residual events.

He clearly isn't there to play the piano, though. He's got his phone pointed at his face and his expression is nothing short of grim. It's been a trying past few days.]

I've conferred with someone else about this and it looks to be a plague that's affected a number of us. I have memories that don't belong to me.

[There's already been some yelling about it over the network, whereas Castiel is much more controlled. He wants this fixed, if that's even possible.]

I may be able to put them back where they belong, if I can find their owner.

[At that point, he lifts up a piece of paper where he's sketched out some patterns from memory.] Does anyone here have tattoos that look like this, along their chest, arms, and back? [There's so much more he could say -- about being the Chosen One, or knowing the archangels Michael and Gabriel, but he would rather not air this mystery person's dirty laundry on the network for everyone to hear. Hopefully the mention of tattoos will be enough to grab someone's attention.

He lowers the paper.] And... if anyone has memories of being an angel, we may need to talk. [He would also rather not go into any further detail about what he's missing. It's hard to, when he only knows the very basics of what he's lost.]

One last warning: stay out of Dean Winchester's way. He's still dangerous.

[Castiel reaches forward for his phone and the feed cuts.]

001 - Video

[hidesinhiswork]

[A pale man with dark rimmed glasses, extremely bright blue eyes, and a curious expression appears in the feed. He studies his image for a moment, seeming to marvel at it, head tilting a bit to the left.

The image shifts slightly as he sits it a little further back. The room behind him comes more into focus, showing a place filled with an organized sort of chaos. There's a worn plaid jacket and blue and white scarf thrown carelessly on the bed behind him. An old, clearly well loved, camera sits on top of the jacket. He'd already changed out of his thick sweater, now sporting a simple maroon t-shirt, which made his pale arms seem to almost glow.

There was also the issue of the really pretty set of wings that had sprouted out of his back.]

So....Wonderland....

[He seems slightly hesitant and more than just a little awkward. His body shifts slightly, causing the image to shake just a bit. He clears his throat and tries again]

So....um....Does anyone know where I can find a man named Roger Davis? Or perhaps a Mimi Marquez, Maureen Johnson, Joanne Jefferson, Tom Collins....hell, I'd be happy to see even Benny right now.

[The names are rattled off quickly and he suddenly stops, inhaling sharply. His hands are trembling now, as evidenced by his now shaking image. He pushes up his glasses with his free hand as he debates how to ask this next question]

Also, does anyone....um....is there a camera store or....or somewhere that I could get extra film for my camera at? And...and the wings thing. They're not a permanent thing, are they?

[As nice and neat as the wings were, they weren't something that Mark wanted to keep forever. It was a novelty thing that would wear off quickly for him.]

[Video to Sam] (closed)

[hulk_ling]

[Teddy had done his best to ignore the strange memories. It had been easy on Saturday. He had more important things to preoccupy his mind with but, now that Billy's birthday was over he found himself with his thoughts and the strangeness of the mansion more and more.

It wasn't just the zombies that concerned Teddy. It was the intense emotions that poured through them. The horror and sorrow of discovering his family had been violated and turned into something evil and grotesque. The utter elation and relief of knowing that at least one of the non-flesh craving villains had ceased to become a problem. But the worst was the vacant, glazed over and wide mirthless grin of someone he had trusted, someone he loved. It made him feel sick and he couldn't tear his mind from them as he puzzled over what they could mean and where they had come from.

It wasn't until Monday that Teddy began to piece things together. Maybe it was the memory he had of Simon - a traitor which just didn't mesh up with the person he'd met here in Wonderland. Or perhaps it was the name given to the person with the grin: Number Five. Whatever it was, the puzzle clicked into place and Teddy was at once relieved to know whose memories these belonged to and saddened to share them. He almost didn't want to give them back if it would save Sam from feeling these memories again. Yet, if he had Sam's memories then it stood to reason that someone had his own. What they were, he couldn't say, but he wanted them back.

He was sure Sam would feel the same way.

Teddy pulled up a video chat and closed it to Sam. This was private. This was personal.]

Hey, Sam. I think we need to talk.

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[credulosity]

[ Luna has her large pink Spectre Specs glasses on her face as she addresses the network, looking somewhat unsure of the device. She'd read the pamphlet a few times over, but the device was surprisingly muggle-like for something found in what seems to be such a magical place, and she's not the most experienced with this sort of thing. ]

Hello. My name is Luna Lovegood. I think I might be displaced.

[ She knows where she is, of course, so she's not entirely lost. She's just not sure where Wonderland is. ]

I was at Hogwarts a few hours ago and I think I'd like to find my way back in time for my lessons tomorrow. I think I've already missed today's.

[ And then as if she's just remembered she's got the Specs on, she pushes them down her nose to eye the camera over the rim. ]

I get the distinct impression that there are blibbering humdingers floating around the mirrors here. Has anyone else noticed?

005 | Voice

[wickedwest]

[Zelena's not going to waste time today. Just a simple voice message that gets right down to the point.]

Someone has something of mine. I want it back.

[She's only really sure of one that's missing, but anything messing with her memory is completely unacceptable.]

And you can have the ones I have. I don't want them. No matter how real it seems, I know I didn't throw any ridiculous festival for any of you. Why would I? Really not interested in lifting your spirits. Not at all.

[She would've just left it at “why would I”, but she was hoping the more she said it, the less real it would feel. Not really working.]

Video

[actualwizard]

[It took Billy most of the day on the 22nd to figure out that the memories he had of Tommy being a priest and someone he thought was his uncle going crazy were not in fact his memories. He might have gone on thinking they were actually his for a while longer if it wasn't for the vampire that appeared in his memories and the rush of emotions he felt towards him.

Billy knew he had never met a vampire before coming to Wonderland and when he asked Teddy about the probability of his brother being a priest that went crazy and killed his entire seminary class...well the fact that Teddy laughed for a good five minutes kind of clued him in.

What was worse was knowing that he was missing memories, missing points in time where it actually felt like there was a blank space in his head.

Asking around the library came up with nothing useful so he decided to address the network, maybe someone could point him in the right direction.]

Hey so, does anyone know of vampires that can compel away a memory or make you do what they want?

[ Voice ]

[cupboards]

 [ This event is a hot mess. In like ten different ways. Now, most of the other events have been disasters in one way or another, too, just by virtue of shaping reality in different ways, but at least they all seemed to have...rules, or a theme of some kind. This is just a hodge podge of everything, and it's kind of weird, honestly.

It's got him kind of curious, though, and so he figures he might as well ask; ]

I haven't been here long, but every event I've seen has seemed pretty straight forward. This one is all over the place, though, like the mansion can't really make up it's mind. Does this happen often? Or is it like when the mansion stayed weird even after those giants disappeared?

I guess I"m just wondering if we should be worried at all.

[ Video ]

[coinseams]

 What--

[ Bear with her here, wonderland, she's having time and a half trying to put all this to words, and has been having trouble reconciling her memories from day one. Now that she's seen other people freak out, she's really quite glad. Not because her memories have been messed with, no, but now she knows all this weirdness isn't a side effect of that weird shot or...or something. She's not crazy! She's just...got someone's memories? Or something....like that.

Ugh. This stinks, and she wants this nonsense out of her head asap. ]

Okay, who the heck kisses someone after they've had a near death experience? Especially when I just wanted to--I mean, someone else just wanted to quit?

[ No, that's not right. She just sounded kind of bananas there. Time for 'get these memories away from me take 2; electric boogaloo' ]

What I mean to say is, I think something's wrong with my head. It's probably just this place being stupid, since it looks like some other people are having similar problems, but I'd like this to be cleared up soon, okay? Some of the things I remember are just...really, really weird, and I'd like to not remember them now. 

So if anyone knows someone covered in metal who can fly, let me know? Thanks.