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[Thor is super excited to have figured out the text function. He wants his words to be as resonant as his voice, so he uses the BIG LETTERS to get his point across.]

WONDERLAND. I HAVE BEEN MOST THANKFUL FOR THE ASSISTANCE EXTENDED TO ME IN MY TRANSITION INTO THIS PLACE. IN RETURN, I WOULD LIKE TO OFFER MY OWN HELP.
PREVIOUSLY, I WAS PART OF A GROUP KNOWN AS THE AVENGERS. MORE MEMBERS OF THIS GROUP HAVE BEEN APPEARING BY THE DAY, SO I CAN ONLY ASSUME WE WILL CONTINUE WITH OUR DUTY OF PROTECTION.
I SAY THIS BECAUSE I WANT EVERY ONE OF YOU TO KNOW, IF YOU ARE EVER IN NEED, YOU NEED ONLY ASK FOR US. WHETHER IT BE FIRE OR WATER, I PLEDGE MY SERVICES TO THOSE WHO REQUIRE IT.

BE SAFE, WONDERLAND.
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[personal profile] spangledplan
[This is...strange. Bizarre, even. He had just been in his small apartment, polishing his shield out of habit, and now he was...here. Wherever here was. It certainly wasn't New York. Was it Loki's doing? Or was there someone else who had it out for him that he didn't even know?

He's rummaging through his room, muttering to himself. He hasn't even noticed the communicator was recording, having fiddled with the thing for only a moment. It's recording a pretty great shot of his shield, and Steve wandering in and out of the feed. He finally stops right in front of the device, grimacing.]


This cannot be happening. Where am I?

[He's not really expecting an answer, though.]
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[The first thing noticeable about the would-be speaker is the very distinctively blue hat and the nasally quality of the voice. A nasally voice that finally pipes up after a silence filled with just glaring into the feed as if it had just shot his puppyGuinea Pig right in front of him.]

...Awesome.

[Craig has been in some weird situations before but so far this just took the cake and shat on it too. Confusion starts to take back seat to being progressively more pissed off as the seconds ticked away.]

Does this look like South Park to you.

[It's not formed as a question as much as an accusation of someone who has just arrived and has had enough of the place already. But then suddenly the video is focusing in on the Mansion and after a moment spent jostling the camera to one hand the other makes its appearance onto the screen in the form typically seen as a rude salute. Good evening Wonderland you’ve just been flipped off by some kid over an incredibly public feed.]

So which one of you assholes thought pulling this one on me would be funny?
aangairnomad: Profile of Aang with his eyes closed and meditating (Meditation)
[personal profile] aangairnomad
[The feed comes on to find Aang in the garden, sitting cross-legged among the shrubbery and flowers. He looks a bit worse for the wear; dark circles under his eyes, and there's a peculiar gleam in them. He gives a great sigh.]

I suppose some of you were wondering where I've been all this time. Don't worry, I'm okay. Sleep and food deprived, maybe, but I'm alright.

I felt the need to take a spiritual sabbatical, I guess. I've been wandering the fields, spending time in the forest and in the garden. I wanted to get to know this place a bit better. The mansion may be the center of it all, but there's so much chaos and lots of distractions there. It's difficult for me to try and cross over to the Spirit World there.

This past event confirmed what I had only guessed at when I first got here: this place is alive. It's a conscious, living thing. I've tried communicating with it, but to no avail. I am tempted to go to the Jabberwocky Scar and try there, but I'm not too sure what would happen. I don't want to accidentally do something that would upset it.

I've talked things over with my past selves - we've discussed things in depth. My initial reaction a while ago was to just get home, to leave this place forever. But I know now that I can't do that. We're all here for a reason, even if we can't understand it. It brought us here to serve some sort of purpose, and I'm not going to leave until I've done just that.

Katara, Toph, Sokka, and home...all of that will have to wait. For now, I need to find out why Wonderland is hurting. Why it hurts us. Where the Queen fits into all of this, I don't know, but there has to be other beings here that have answers. Perhaps the Mirrors...

[His brow furrows in thought.]

Don't worry about me - I'll be fine. I just need more time to meditate, more time to think.
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[The down time between events is always both a relief and a bore. It's times like this Santana misses Puck most, because he would usually have some ideas of how to make things more interesting.

...Not that she would even take him up on the usual idea of sex, anyway. She's past that.

Which brings the narration to just why Santana has been less bored and more content for the past months. She's actually even been a little less bitchy to people! (In her opinion, anyway. Shut up.) Brittany's influence has always been good for her.

Anyway. Brittany's off doing who knows what, so Santana's relaxing in her room with a magazine. Oh, and she's kind of not wearing much. What? She just showered! Her towel is right next to her and everything. So there.

Besides, you're the perve for looking at her right now anyway.]
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[With all the brouhaha that's been going on, Evelyn didn't quite notice her older brother's disappearance until after she'd woken up from that dreadful affliction in Wonderland called being dead. Lacking sibling support is one of the things making recovery that much more difficult.

It was nothing, really.

Your standard slit-throat-and-heart-removal. Evie barely remembers it happening: for an instant, there was pain, but it was like something out of a bad dream.

Since then, she's been spending a lot less time reading and a lot more time thinking. Even now, she can be found at one of the library's window seats, arms around her knees, cat occasionally venturing into her presence.

If you're not wandering through the bookshelves in her area, you might muse over the text she's decided to send today.
]

Good friends are really very hard to come by.


[And now she's learned this the painful way.]
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[Enter Equius, trying very hard not to look distraught. Seeing as he's recovering from the realization that he just died and is somehow still around, he's not succeeding very well. His brow is furrowed slightly, a thin layer of sweat glistens on his forehead, and there's very evident confusion in his eyes. One thing's for sure: he's not happy.]

What is the meaning of this? I demand to know who. What. Is the cause of this impropriety.

[His hand rises to his neck, where he can recall being strangled not an hour before. If this is an afterlife, it's not any one he's ever heard of.]

I require answers. If anyone can provide them do so. I would be... [A pause, then a scowl.]

Do so immediately.
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[ There's a young boy that appears on the screen, looking very perplexed. Also he seems to be holding the device the wrong way as his face is quite upside down. He's also mumbling something about uselessly complex Midgardian gadgets under his breath. His lips twist down into an adorable pout and the view is momentarily obscured as he obviously pokes the camera a few times. ]

I'm... not sure if this is on...?

[ His brow furrows as he stares at it in utter bafflement before his eyes widen in surprise as he seems to realizes something. The screen blurs for a moment and he appears right-side up when it clears again. It was no small miracle that someone as technology inept as he even managed to notice he had it upside down.  He honestly would have preferred not using this... thingamabob at all.  But the fact that he had found it after finding himself here led him to believe that using it would probably be the best way to ascertain were in the nine realms he actually WAS. ]

Sorry, I have... a profound distaste for devices like these. Is there anyone out there who can let me know where I am so I can turn this off before it gives me a headache?

[ Because he honestly hadn't the foggiest idea of how he managed to get himself here.  He knew in this child's form that his magic occasionally did wonky things if he attempted something too advanced... but all he'd been doing minutes ago was a simple summoning spell.  However after the puff! of magic cleared he discovered that instead of a low level magical beast appearing before him... he had simply appeared somewhere else instead.  He of course suspected some sort of assassination attempt, but after discovering none of the usual annoyances he suspected something else entirely must be afoot. ]

[Text]

Jul. 5th, 2012 08:01 pm
not_a_hero: (On the case)
[personal profile] not_a_hero
There is a murderer on the loose.

Please remain in the safety of your rooms or with a companion if you must venture out so long as the companion is assuredly not the aforementioned murder. Possible suspects include one James Moriarty for those to whom that has any significance.

John, a word. Now.
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[ Conan is outside in the Mansion grounds, dribbling the soccer ball with skill while looking at the communicator in one hand. ]

Does anyone here know how to play soccer? It'll really be a nice way to sp-

[ His words are suddenly cut off as he looks surprise for just a moment before the communicator falls to the ground and he goes off frame. He reappears laying on the green grass, facedown and gripping his left side of the body. The shirt he's wearing is already staining red from a tear on the side of his body at the lower rib area.

Rolling around onto his back, it's obvious he's in pain but he's not panicking greatly at all. ]


Agh..... Wh....ere? [ He is trying to look for where the attack, the bullet, came from, but the rapid blood flow is draining his strength quickly. Conan tries to put pressure above the wound, but it seems to not being able to do much. First aid is obviously needed... ]

(( ooc; Dr. Watson will be first on scene so any reply that's going to happen will be after that! Thank you ♥ ))
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[The feed cuts on and focuses on a kid that doesn't look too happy. Pretty nervous, if anything.]

Huh? Oh, this thing works? Wow, I didn't think it would since I just found it in the trash.

[A pause.]

Uh. 'Sup, dude? I found your phone or whatever... wanna tell me where I am? Where'd everybody go?
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[personal profile] trompeur
My, my, my. Look what we have here ♥ The arcane--such a fun thing, such a dangerous thing. And yet...

[There's a flash of something else in her eyes, something off. Not rage--something this simple wouldn't make LeBlanc angry--but there's definitely something off.]

Well, t'is of no consequence now. I lack both power and control within this realm, but that does not mean that I will idly stand by.

My name is Emilia LeBlanc--Matron to some, scheming tramp to others.

[She chuckles.]

If there is anything that I can do to help, perhaps I can offer my services. For now, however, I do believe that it is high time to find that old crow and get him to lighten up.

Oh, and I apologize if my darling Jericho is a bit grouchy. He always is--don't pay him much mind~
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[personal profile] worldsaway
[We all know this part by now, guy was doing something, guy gets transported here, guy is confused. Thor was in the middle of a particularly important something when he appeared in this place. So many things are hanging in the balance right now, Midgard, The Tesseract, Asgard and, while he would not admit to his worry, his brother.

When the feed clicks on he is pacing his room, twirling his hammer in his hand. Right now, he really wants to start smashing the unfamiliar objects in his room. Fortunately, this is a more mature Thor. He knows better than that now. He's taking deep, shakey breaths and mulling over the situation, looking more and more bewildered with every step.

Finally, he pauses and lets out a yell that could shake the walls, his frustration and concern obvious in his roar.]


LOOOOKI!!



[After being tricked so many times, even Thor will catch on eventually.]

1. [video]

Jun. 20th, 2012 12:52 pm
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[For a moment one does not see anything more then a pair of green eyes glued to the tiny screen of the palm pilot, obviously its owner is not aware of the fact he just turned on the button that gives access to a video connection. A finger finally taps against the screen.]

Ah! I see! This contraption is much like the phone of Stark I have in Asgard!

[Loki sounds overly enthusiastic about this. He likes Midgardian gadgets and its many options. Because this has to hail from Midgard…right?]

I have activated an ability to televise myself to other creatures. Is this the service of Skype perhaps?

[He's figuring out the workings of the palm pilot quite quickly, fingers pressing buttons and opening menu's. Loki wonders if he is able to connect to the Youtube as well. He mutters to himself while the device is making its connection.]

The Youtube tells me that Midgardians have a truly unusual taste in melody.

[video]

Jun. 20th, 2012 05:26 am
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[personal profile] learnedsomething
[Kyle's just sitting on his bed, innocently reading one of the many books he's taken from the library when the camera comes on. Man, this is going to be a boring feed. Or it would be, if Kyle's mirror hadn't been spying and decides that now is the perfect time to put his and mirror Poland's plan in action. So he throws something thick, pink and twelve inches long at Kyle's head after setting it to vibrate first.

The force of the dildo sends Kyle face first into his book. He gets up, swearing, and looks for what interrupted him.]


AHHHHHHH!

[But being hit with dildos is nothing when he recognises the smell: pee and bananas, the two worst things in the world.]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[Then he sees that he's being filmed. Fuck you, camera, you're going off - for an hour, anyway, until he's fully cleaned and the offending object disposed of.]

Why didn't anyone tell me that the mirors can send stuff over here? And how do we send stuff back?
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[The communicator is on the ground, showing a worm's eye view of a massive man in a sludge and blood covered diving suit. The poor thing's boots are particularly dirty, the last pieces of Rapture clinging to him despite being submerged in water right before he came here. His hand is on the rounded top of his helmet, holding it as if dazed. The image of a triangle printed on his hand is barely visible, but can be seen, proving his identity of someone who's been here far too many times before.]

[He lets out a noise, a strange, half growling moan as the world comes back into focus. Eventually he leans down, giving a better view of the triangle imprint, and picks up the strange device on the ground carefully.]

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