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[Magnus is in the hallway of the the third floor in front of his room. There are some muffled noises coming from his bedroom, but he doesn't have the door open yet so show what the noises are.]

So that last event was fucking terrible. Sorry if I tried to murder anyone with an axe, I wasn't thinking super clearly by the end. Probably wasn't the best idea in the world to immediately go toward the giant thing that fell out of the sky.

Guess I'm a bit rusty fighting giant space monsters that try to destroy everything.

[He signs and runs a hand through his hair. He's been pretty quiet the last week or so, but he's been trying to shake off the last event and come to terms with his family being gone.]

I don't know if anyone's been lookin' for them, but just so you all know Taako, Lucretia and Lup all went home recently. All their stuff is gone so I don't think they're coming back. I guess it's just little ol' me from home now.

[Which...is a major bummer but at the same time he probably should be happy for his friends. They're not trapped in this other Wonderland anymore...though they still have the Hunger to deal with back home and half of their family is either dead or doesn't remember what's going on.]

[So that'll be fun for them.]

Though, I do have something going on right now that isn't a total bummer.

[Magnus opens the door to his room and slides in quickly as to not let out...the hoard of dogs that now resides in his room. They're all very happy to see him as Magnus pans the camera around so the viewers can see his new batch of seven dogs. One for each family member he is missing!]

These guys just showed up and I'm gonna keep them! I haven't come up with names for them all, but I'll figure that out soon! So if anyone else has a dog and wants seven new dog best friends or if you just wanna pet a bunch of dogs at once, hit me up!

video;

May. 7th, 2018 10:08 pm
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{Open}

[For those that know Seth, he's looking much better than he has for months. Pulled together, all sharp creases and straight lines. There's no dark circles under his eyes and he doesn't seem to have a glass in front of him. At least for now.

He also looks bitterly amused.]


A guy goes out into the woods for one freaking week to try and get his head on straight and you all go nuts. Nice to see that much as some things change, everything else just remains the same.

With a week or so of sobering up and learning my paranoia apparently has jackshit to do with my diet of scotch and whiskey, I had a thought that came to me and if I have to live with these thoughts, so do the rest of you.

How do we know that everyone that vanishes goes home? I mean, what if some of those that are positive about serial killers and criminals in our midst... [Hello, pot? This is the kettle.] ... what if they're right and someone's bumping people off and we just assume they're being sent home like so many others?

After that thought, not sure if sobriety will pay off but we'll see how long it lasts.

{Locked to Chloe}

How are you?

{Locked to Maggie}

Where are you? Are you okay?
uncoils: (You can see it when the smoke clears)
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[It's been a few days, and Jolyne hasn't really felt like talking about the horrible space weekend, and she's pretty sure the answer is no, but she still figures she should check. Sure, she's been here for almost two years and hasn't seen it happen yet, but there's people who have been here way longer than she has and would probably know more than she does.]

Things like that don't happen twice right? So it won't happen again? Or if it does it'd be like how every time the zombies happen, they're different?

[Not that she really wants to deal with Reapers and indoctrination but now with a new hat or whatever variation Wonderland would like to spit out next time.]

Just checking, that's all.
mettatonvevo: (HE HAVE. TEH GUN.)
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[Good afternoon, Wonderland! Those of you who still mistakenly have your network devices on you will be privy to a special broadcast from Wonderland's favorite celebrity! (A self-proclaimed title, for sure.)

When the camera clicks on, Mettaton is once again facing away from it, scribbling furiously on an easel paper flip board. He writes for about a minute before nodding in satisfaction and turning around to the camera. He flashes a brilliant smile.]


Hello there, my dear Wonderland! As I'm sure you all know, we are having a truly amazing time this event! Now, I know the main topic on everyone's minds are the Reapers - a very controversial subject, I'm sure. But I'm on the network today to tell you all- the Reapers are not nearly as bad as you think!

[He steps out of the way of the paper, grinning proudly as he gestures to what he's written.]

I've compiled a short list of the reasons that these fun new invaders of our home are actually good! So listen well, my dears, because by the end of this message, you'll completely understand where I am coming from here.

[He points excitedly to the first bullet point on his list.]

Number one: Fashion. They're fashionable. What, Mettaton? Fashionable? What do you mean by that? Well dears, what I mean is, is that if you let these lovely synthetics get a hold of you, you'll be upgraded and given a fabulous makeover!

[At that Mettaton takes the camera and brings it closer to him, where anyone watching can see that he has in fact been "upgraded" with Reaper tech. Mettaton's body now has many glowing blue lights and tubes throughout it, giving him an eerie glow.]

See that? Blue is so in this season, darlings! Get on the Reaper's good side and you, too, will look as good as me! ...Well, maybe not as good. It's hard to beat a face like mine. Now! Onto number two!

[He points back to the paper, slapping it loudly.]

Dedication! The Reapers are nothing if not dedicated to their cause of liberating all lifeforms if their actions here are any indication! Look at them! Taking their time from their galaxy back home to stop by little old Wonderland and giving us a taste of their work! Miraculous! Stupendous! A true inspiration to all of us! Coming back every 50,000 years like clockwork! I bet we all wish we had that kind of work ethic!

[He laughs then, shaking his head fondly, and then gestures to the paper once more.]

Now, point three, and this one is my favorite- Extinction.

[He says it with a particular relish as he pulls out a red marker and circles it multiple times.]

There is no escaping the Reapers. There is no winning against the Reapers. We know this. Everyone who has attempted to fight back against them this event probably knows this. I'm sure even Shepard is having some troubles of her own by now!

Now, to all of you determined heroes out there still thinking about resistance- is submission not preferable to extinction? Is it not better to align yourself to the winning team than to fight fruitlessly against that which cannot be defeated?

The answer is simple, darlings- submit to the Reapers, and you shall see eternity! And if you still think you can win, well...

[He sets the camera down and grins, as his body begins to shift and change into a form that not many people have seen in Wonderland- his NEO form, a form specifically dedicated to warfare. He lifts the cannon towards the camera as a light begins to form inside of it.]

I'm sure it won't take me long to teach you that lesson.

[The light of the cannon and the Reaper modifications glint off his malicious smile as the camera cuts there.]

((ooc: feel free to hit up Mettaton on here if your characters want to argue, as well as feel free to run into him roaming the Mansion as he basically tries to hunt anyone who isn't serving the Reapers at this point.))
normandysbest: (« [Gun] IS THIS THE HILL U WANNA DIE ON)
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[Less than an hour after the Reaper crash lands in the Hills, Shepard is on the network.

She starts the video much more seriously than her other broadcasts, in full armor with guns visible on her back. Unlike her usual smiles, she looks utterly, incredibly serious, holding her sniper rifle plenty visible. For all of the jokes and encouragement she’s given the Mansion before, she looks utterly devoid of it now.]


Alright. I’m gonna make this really, really fuckin’ clear. That thing out there is called a Reaper. It’s a destroyer of worlds, it harvests entire species, and even one of them can wipe a planet. There is nothing for you in there. There’s no cool aliens. There’s no cool tech. Because the real things Reapers bring is Indoctrination.

[She pauses just long enough to catch her breath, and keeps going.]

The longer you’re in that thing, the more you’re gonna want to serve it. The more you’re gonna want everyone you know to serve it. And the more you’ll go to any goddamn lengths to do that, including killing everyone you know. It’ll infect electronics, broadcast signals, and the only way to be cured is to die. It is dangerous. So I’m gonna make this real easy.

[She hoists her gun a little more into view.]

I catch you going anywhere near that thing, and I will take out your goddamn kneecaps from 60 yards.

[She brings the gun back down, but still only at rest.]

You wanna know more about it, you can ask me here. Otherwise, I swear to fuckin’ god, stay out of it.

[private; to Rick Sanchez]

I need to talk to you. Immediately. I need a favor.

[ooc: Feel free to use this if you want to meet up with Shepard near to the Reaper site on day 1, also! She will not actually be shooting people directly, but she has a great aim and will be taking shots right in front of them if she sees them approach. There are, of course, tons of entrances to this thing, so she won’t be able to fend everyone off!]

[text]

Apr. 18th, 2018 12:50 am
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[It's a text message, short and simple.]

Frisk is gone.

[Asriel considers leaving it at that. No begging, pleading with the Queens or Wonderland to bring them back. They weren't coming back, just like how Chara wasn't coming back either. Wonderland decided to leave him here alone without them.

He doesn't want to talk to anyone, but...]


their stuff went missing. I tried to look for them but... that means they're gone for good, right? until Wonderland maybe decides to bring them back.

I just thought
i'd let everyone who knew them know.


I'm sorry.
mettatonvevo: (who made my baby sad i'll kill u)
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[When the video clicks on, at first only Mettaton is visible. After a few quick seconds, however, it becomes obvious that he is standing in an empty room. There is nothing remarkable about it in any way, shape, or form. It has four walls, all stark white, and one wall with a window and one wall with a door. All in all, with how utterly unremarkable it is, Mettaton looks almost comically out of place.

The look of empty sadness on his face is the only thing that matches the room.]


Wonderland, have you ever felt an absence? As if one day your heart is whole, the next, something important in your life, something you always thought would be there, is gone?

[He means both literal and figurative in his case, but he knows he's in the minority on that front. He turns to look out the window, facing away from the camera.]

It's like a piece of you is missing. Like you'll never be quite full ever again.

[He pauses. He doesn't want to speak this into reality, even as the reality bores in on him as bright and biting as the walls around him.]

I'm sure that those of you that knew her will understand my feelings when I say that... Alphys is gone.

[His voice crackles with static.]

And I don't think she is coming back.

((ooc: Mettaton will mostly be staying in what was Alphys's old room on the second floor next to his if you're looking for an action thread for the rest of the day.))
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[It's been two weeks now since her arrival. The device she’d eventually found on her person was almost exactly like the scroll she used back home, which made it easy enough to access the network and read through what it has to offer. She'd done her research before reaching out to anyone, reading through the pamphlets provided and even combing back through recent messages to see what other sorts of people might be here. All in all, it's been a full couple of weeks, not to mention she'd been more or less welcomed to Wonderland by an event that had people singing spontaneously about their passions, followed by— Well. She doesn't want to think about the part that came after.

It still doesn't make complete sense, and even after all that research, she has more questions than answers, but reaching out to make contact with people seems like the most logical next step. She's spoken to a few individuals, but she hasn't addressed the network at large yet. Time to change that.

When the feed opens, it shows a steady close-up of a serious-looking girl of about seventeen, looking straight ahead as though making eye contact with whoever's on the other end— serious, but not unfriendly. Her eyes are gold, with a sharp angle to them that seems just a little bit inhuman.]


I’m still working on finding my way around, but I’ve noticed you have quite the library here.

[An innocuous enough comment, and genuinely relevant to her interests.]

I was looking at some records there. They cover events going over the last few years. Pretty colorful place, isn’t it? I also noticed a lot of mentions of magic, in addition to the recent message concerning the Magic Library, but nothing about Dust. Are there that many people here who can use magic freely, without needing Dust as a catalyst?

[Or are they outliers? She's certainly not one of them, but she can't help being curious. Outside of stories, it's unheard of back in Remnant.]

It's obvious that Wonderland itself has its own brand of magic. For those who can use it, have you found that the environment effects your own abilities?
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[ A pair of violet eyes take up the screen for a moment before the camera is pulled back to show the grinning face of a seventeen year old girl.]

Heeeeeey Wonderland! Whats shakin'? I'm Yang and this....

[ She leans away from the camera clearly trying to grab someone. But that someone is too fast and is out of the room before Yang can get a good grip on her. She turns back to the camera with a shrug. ]

Ok, that was Blake. You can all meet her later.

I have a very serious question for all of you, what the hell was with all that singing? Please tell me that doesn’t happen every weekend. I mean I like a good song now and then but that was a little...much.

[ She flops backwards dramatically landing on a bed -not her bed, because her bed is suspended above this bed using books. Its fine. The laws of physics don’t apply to her. ]

Besides singing what’s there even to do around here. I’m assuming you don’t have any Grimm to fight. Lame.

So what’s keeping you all from going crazy? Assuming you haven’t gone crazy already.

[ She pauses for a moment thinking and then clearly deciding. ]

Also, whoever left that cake in the kitchen...hi. I ate your cake. Please make another.

[ She winks before turning the device off. ]

[Video]

Mar. 21st, 2018 10:30 pm
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[personal profile] jamminshield
[Here's an image of a boy who looks quite young, but also frazzled right now, as he addresses the network.]

Hey everyone. I'm Steven Universe and... um... I've been thinking a lot about this war stuff too.

[He's heard a lot about the war that was fought back home, while seeing the signs of war flaring up all over again. He's afraid of it. And if there's one thing he desperately wants to succeed at where his mother failed, it's at preventing war from happening.]

I... I can't believe it's come to this. But it doesn't have to, right? It shouldn't have to. We have three months. That's a lot of time! So in the meantime, there's gotta be something we can do to stop the fighting. Right?

To try to figure things out... I know I have to learn more about this place and its past. Can anyone tell me more about the Mirrors, and the Queen of Hearts? Aside from the basics. And... have there ever been any wars here in the past?

There's gotta be some kinda solution. Some way to make peace! And we're gonna find it! [His determination builds up at the end! Even if he still feels largely at a loss.]
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»» Lorna's permissions/opt-out post is here; I encourage checking it out if you haven't already, as her canon/character deals with some potentially sensitive issues! Some of which are alluded to in this post. »»



[Lorna's been here a day or so, and has had some time to browse the network and some of her new surroundings -- what she can say for it, is that it's very unlike home. As weird as her universe had been.

Anyway, cue one very unimpressed green haired woman in her very late 20s addressing the network for the first time in her own post here. She's still angry about everything back home, and she has no time for THESE GAMES, especially considering there is talk of an oncoming war here too. Great.

A crackling green glow is twisting around her hand and the spoon in her cup of coffee is stirring the drink -- yet, she isn't touching the spoon. Spoilers: It's metal manipulation.]


Okay. Here's the deal: Words come out of my mouth, then you all respond.

[She tilts her head slightly to one side (the left, for those watching this), as if to say 'is that easy enough to ask?'. Like she's talking to three year olds.

Actually, she's probably nicer to three year olds.]


Which one of you shitheads -- [Lorna, that's not how you make friends; that is, in fact, literally the opposite of how you make friends ... as if she gives a fuck] -- wants to tell me why you're kidnapping mutants and bringing them to a place from a storybook that looks like as much of a bad acid trip as it is in every movie, hm?

[She quirks an eyebrow, giving her sharp look an even more assertive and demanding edge to it.]

Like, okay, I'm guessing not everyone here is a mutant from wherever the hell you all are from, but, still. At least taking one mutant is too much for my tastes -- had enough of that back home, thanks. [A very pointed and sarcastic thanks.] And shit, it's more comfortable here than my plastic government cell, but ... I'm still not a fan of the whole shtick. And who started this apparent oncoming war? Way to go, whoever it was.

Also, by the way, whoever put it together, just an F-Y-I that the fucking welcome-or-whatever pamphlet reads like a snoozefest. Next time, just pass out condoms for the adults and candy for the kids.

[Eye roll.]

Anyone with a head on their shoulders that hasn't indulged in this koolaid shit can hit me up — just look for Polaris.

[She looks like she's about to move to cut off the video, then pauses so she can add a final note.]

Oh, and one more matter of importance: While I'm stuck here, I need to see a doctor sooner rather than later. So if you're one of those, contact me privately.

[The feed becomes static-y, before abruptly cutting off.

(OOC NOTE: Lorna is canonically in her first trimester of pregnancy, which is what her doctor addendum is about.) ]
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[ Wonderland's been living up to its name, for better or worse, in Moana's experience thus far. Knowing there isn't a way home, having tested and witnessed the truth behind certain magics on the mansion's grounds, has progressed to the unreal realization of really being stuck there. So, she knows she needs to meet more people, and she chooses now to make an appearance. A handful of days after the wild, random carnival disappeared in a flurry of dramatics. A promise of war made. She's had a couple of months to familiarize herself with the basics of the mansion, its inhabitants, and the piece of technology meant for easy communication. She's even used it a couple of times! ]

I... [ longest drawn out pronoun ever. Lips parted, teeth clenching slightly, Moana looks uncertain, clearly uncomfortable. Yet, she has set the device up so she can be seen from the waist up, rows of books around her, a window nearby pouring light in. She's in the same wardrobe she showed up in, opting for the familiarity instead of, well, anything else. The top of her skirt shows, tan and made from a variety of plant materials; red sash around it, matching red top that bares a small part of her stomach, two rows of shells adorning her chest in a horizon, necklace draped down onto it, hair in the same beach waves she's always known.

Sighing, her arms come up, hands out in front of her chest, fingers splayed ]
...I reeeeally don't if I'm using this thing right, so, um. Hi. [ hello, awkward smile, complete with a brief pause and wave ] I'm Moana. Of Motunui... [ she trails off on that; no one else has heard of her home yet, but there's hope in her eyes that you, dear listener, have ] Here, with all these... [ she looks over to a bookcase, squinting ] books. [ Libraries aren't what you'd call existent where she's from, much like most of the rooms in the mansion, but the written word isn't foreign to her ] Anyway. I'm...new...ish, and I was -- kind of wanting to talk to...anyone at all, that wants to talk. [ She offers a careful smile. Then, her expression turns a bit more serious. ]

Especially if you could tell me what exactly a war around here would entail, 'cause...I've never been a part of one, and it seems sort of on the...dramatic, side? [ She's hopeful that someone's gonna quash that silly idea! War; what is it good for? ] But...either way, it's pretty serious, too, so... [ she twiddles her thumbs together, lips pursing slightly, eyes widening just so as she gazes down at her hands before looking back to the camera ] we should be prepared. If it happens.

[ A long beat as she takes a slow breath, giving a firm nod before her hands move to work toward shutting the device off, taking several seconds to do so. She really wants more information on the reality of this war occurring, and of perhaps even greater importance, making allies. Friends. After all, you can always get more done when you have people banding together. ]

[ ooc: open to action as well! ]

Video

Mar. 16th, 2018 07:24 pm
naughty_nurse: (A Pretty Face Don't)
[personal profile] naughty_nurse
[With the carnival coming to a close... and the war declaration fresh in everyone's minds... Mikan makes a decision when she returns to her room. She looks tired when the screen flashes on.]

Excuse me, everyone... I know right now a lot of us are worried about what was announced today. I'm... I'm sure whatever happens, we'll make it through together. This should be a time to band together, but... you need to know there are enemies on our side as well. I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to tell people, but... I guess... it's been hard to think straight lately.

[A deep breath.]

... In my world, my class was kidnapped and imprisoned on a remote island, forced to play a sick murder game in order to escape. This happened to at least two other classes... I know this because some of those students are here. And over a week ago... the thing that forced us to play that game came to Wonderland.

Some of you have already seen him - the black and white bear known as Monokuma.

I know he doesn't look dangerous, but I swear to you, that thing is a monster! It gets off on driving people to their worst limits! I've had to watch my classmates die over and over, all for his amusement! And... And I want to believe he has no power here, that Wonderland is stronger than he is... but I also know he won't be content to sit back and watch.

Please... stay away from him! Don't even talk to him! He knows how to use your weaknesses, how to get inside your head...

[She shuts her eyes hard, needing a moment to compose herself as tears flood her eyes.]

I know I could be risking things by saying this... but... but you all deserve to be safe, and happy, and to not fall into despair! And I'm scared... I'm so scared of what will happen with him, and this war... but I won't give up... I promise, I won't give up...

[She clenches her teeth, and her eyes flash open in a rare moment of anger.]

I won't give up on hope!
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[ The video feed opens up to reveal a stuffed bear sitting on the floor, the camera angled to get a perfect full view of him. His head tilts as he looks the blinking light over. ]

Is this thing on?

[ It can talk? ]
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[personal profile] punful
[Sans looks...worn out. Exhausted. It's been a long streak of days of not really leaving his room and just sort of staring at his ceiling. Chara is gone. Toriel is gone. It feels like the start of something.]

[So distractions are in order.]


you know what wonderland needs more of?

cat videos.


[And then, with only that as warning, he loads up some pre-recorded short videos featuring his black cat, 4. It's pretty much exactly like one of those compilation videos. Just five solid minutes of 4 chasing his tail, 4 trying to jump from Sans's bed to the dresser and missing, 4 going to sleep on top of the trash tornado in the corner, 4 attacking one of Sans's slippers and doing the kicky feet of death to it, 4 meowing angrily at a completely empty corner, and 4 systematically knocking several packets of ketchup and mustard off the edge of Sans's hotdog stand. All of it is appropriately set to music.]

[Congrats on your first ever cat video, Wonderland.]

[text]

Mar. 3rd, 2018 03:27 am
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[personal profile] pleasereset
does anyone know if you can make a trade here in Wonderland to bring someone back?

like maybe trade something really important to one of the Queens or something

can you bring someone back to Wonderland if you do that?
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[Turing is sitting on their bed, which is...surprisingly very clean. It makes sense, their a ROM, they don't need to sleep. (But why do they have a bed in their room?)]

Good morning, Wonderland. I'm calling upon the network to ask a very...self-indulgent question.

I realize that many of the guests here have pets. If you do, may I see your pet? It doesn't matter if it's a video, image, even a text description. I would love to see your animal companions!

The reason here is two-fold. Firstly, I need a break from a current project I'm working on, but the second...I'd love to create a painting based off of the different pets that live here. I'm planning on showing off some paintings I've created the past few months onto the network again, and I feel that would be a fantastic subject to draw inspiration from.

I look forward to seeing your pets!
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[personal profile] hedgebitch
[Julia has found her way up to the roof where she's nursing a cigarette, not that anyone can see that as she speaks over the network. she's been to other worlds, but it's always been intentional, in her control (well, except for a few times when penny has grabbed her, but this wasn't penny's doing) and this? this is out of her control and she does not like the things she cannot control.

and yet not everything about this place is bad. it has magic. it feels more alive than her own world has been in a long time.
]

Hello, my name is Julia Wicker

I found the pamphlet when I arrived, so I'll spare you the part where I demand where I am or how I got here, and I'll try to accept that there isn't a way home yet, but I've never been one to be good at taking no for answer, so there's no promises there.

For those of you who are familiar with the Wonderland books, how does this compare to the Wonderland in Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There? Are there any similarities to be found or is it completely different. I've been to a world that was in a book series I loved as a kid before and it was interesting to note what the author got right and what was completely off, what details were left out or changed.

Adaptations of any sort are an interesting case study, if nothing else. What gets kept in the narrative and what gets changed and manipulated by those telling the stories.

Thank you for indulging my curiosity. You can answer me here, or if you prefer to talk in person, I can be found up on the roof.

[and with that she cuts off the feed. for anyone who comes to talk to her in person when they come up to the roof they'll find her still smoking and making shapes in the smoke, mostly stars, mostly just because she can, because she's not the only thing with magic here, and she doesn't have to feel the burden of that quite as heavily here.]
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Good afternoon, everybody! [Pearl glances at the clock in her room.] Oh dear. It's late.

...Anyways, some of you who went out today might notice that your rooms are...tidier than usual. I...may have gone on a bit of a cleaning spree earlier. And I may have swept the floors. And organised all of your things and made your beds and folded your clothes.

[The more she talks, the more her nervousness dissipates. Sure, complete invasion of personal space and boundaries aside, she totally did the right thing. They were going to be so grateful!]

I didn't steal or break anything, so don't worry! But really -- some of you are terribly messy. [She sighs.] Somebody had to do it. You're welcome!

Well, that's all! Have a good night.

[The feed cuts off.]

( OOC note: whether Pearl cleaned your character's room or not is completely 100% optional! feel free to respond even if she didn't )
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[personal profile] choosetruth
The Mirrors are watching us. This is common knowledge, one of the first things we tell newcomers. There is another Wonderland through the looking glass, and it's inhabited by the doppelgangers we call Mirrors. Calling them our "evil twins" would be an oversimplification, both because not everyone on this side would qualify as the "good twin," and because while these individuals are supposed to be our reflection and, in some ways, our opposites, that doesn't mean they're evil. Like us, they are complicated individuals and generalizations cannot capture all of them. They serve the Queen of Hearts, and the influence she has on the Mirrors cannot be understated. For one thing, she's their maker, though the Red Queen claims they would exist even without the Queen of Hearts' help. If they piss her off, she can also "unmake" them.

Sounds nice and bloodless when you put it like that, doesn't it? Well, take it from an artificial, imperfect copy with implanted memories that never really happened to me. I was made by mad science, not Wonderland magic, and I lived under threat of being "decommissioned," not "unmade," but the differences are negligible. It’s a pretty word for murder and a reminder that you're replaceable.

If the gun to their heads isn't enough, the Queen manipulates and lies to the Mirrors. She sets them at each other's throats, and she sets them against us. Wirt's Mirror carries a lantern with him constantly. He was convinced by the Queen that it held his brother. We examined it together and quickly proved that it actually contained some material tied to Mirror Wirt himself. It never had anything to do with his brother at all.

It's a lot of effort that shouldn't be necessary if she's as capable of instilling loyalty as she insists she is. She has their loyalty and fear, but their free will is their own. That's why she has to keep them divided. That's why she lies. And that's why instead of fearing the Mirrors, instead of bending to the Queen's wishes and being enemies, we need to become allies. We're all prisoners of Wonderland, whether we originated here or not.

Many of you may remember the portal incident from last year, when Leo Fitz and Cisco Ramon used a combination of technology and metahuman power to break through to the Mirror side. It was the first successful, intentional breach by a Real in recorded Wonderland history, and it happened because they consulted with Mirrors. Granted, the Mirrors in question were manipulating and lying to Fitz and Ramon, and the results of that experiment were in many ways disastrous. But this does not have to be how it is. Imagine what we could accomplish in a good faith partnership between Mirrors and Reals. We need to find a way to break the Queen's hold, both because it is the right thing to do and because it may be the only way we can take control.

A young Mirror once accused me of wishing death on the Mirrors because of the title of my zine. Shattered Mirror does have a violent sound to it. I can understand where she got that, but it was never my intention. I named my zine the Shattered Mirror because I want to destroy the barriers between us. We will never achieve anything if we continue to behave as they expect us to behave. Break the glass. It's time to rise.


Mirror Writing

[As usual, Georgia makes sure to leave copies within reach of the glass so that any interested Mirrors can snag a copy without actually crossing over and disobeying the Queen. Unlike usual, she very intentionally tugs down the curtain that normally covers her office Mirror. In big, bold, backwards letters she write ƧTͶƎMMOƆ next to a taped up copy of the article. Then she sits and waits.]

[Video]

Feb. 21st, 2018 06:55 pm
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Greetings. This is Toriel.

I have been... putting off mentioning this for a while. I had hoped that they may return after a brief absence, as sometimes happens here in Wonderland, but. I am getting the feeling that is not the case here.

Chara is gone.

I understand that they have gotten close to a number of people here, that there are many who care about them but do not stop by to see them every day... so I thought it best to say so, so that there would not be anyone wondering.

I am sorry.

[Toriel... completely lacks the warmth and energy that she usually has, when she makes network posts. Really, she just looks and sounds tired, more than anything else. Completely drained. Those who are familiar with her would definitely notice the difference.

Those who are familiar with seeing her around, cooking in the kitchen, stopping by the library, or just enjoying a leisurely walk around the grounds, would also notice something different- namely that she's not doing any of those things anymore. She doesn't really seem to be leaving her room at all, really. For about a week now- and it's unlikely to change anytime soon, if left to her own devices.]
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Behold. A valendodo. )
[The residents of Wonderland will wake up to a strange anonymous text today.]

Happy Valentine's day!

Well, that's not quite how you announce an event. But this is what I have at the moment. I say, it has been quite a while since I last used this form of communication. You would think they would at least fix my Network Device so I could post properly, but what can you do.

I would like to thank all of you who donated at the Chistmas Ball and ensured my revival. I wouldn't be speaking to you all without your generous contributions. In return, I shall give you all a contribution of my own: Open anonymous debate! I say anonymous because otherwise you'd all start insulting eachother.

The way this works is simple. Go on anonymous mode and discuss things! I might even join in, but remember that my device is broken so I can't see non-anonymous replies. Have a topic to get us started.

WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP BRINGING ZOMBIE MEMORIES TO WONDERLAND?

I can't wait to see what the public thinks!

With fond regards, The Dodo.


[Let the games begin.]
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action )

[Once he's explored enough, formulated some theories, and read over the available pamphlets, Sans thinks he has this whole thing figured out. At least sort of. Maybe this is some kind of after-effect of the machine, because who ever heard of people randomly appearing in a completely different world? Maybe this is just the sort of thing that happens when you meddle with spacetime.]

[But if showing up in another world is commonplace, then that means his ignorance isn't an effect of lost memory. He's seen the network archives, and people asking questions seems to be a common thread. It makes him feel just a little bit safer.]

[The skeleton on the network looks pretty different. He's very obviously younger, by about a decade or so. He seems tired and a bit nervous, but it's not Sans's typical weariness. This Sans doesn't look like just getting out of bed is an effort.]


hullo, uh. seems this thing works kinda like the undernet. so, heh, that's at least familiar. uh...guess the surface just has wifi everywhere, huh?

anyway...i think i'm new to wonderland. it's wonderland, right?


[He checks something off-camera and nods to himself, muttering something that sounds like "weird name."]

i figured i'd say hi, since...i mean, this isn't the way anyone thought we'd get to the surface. i know there's, heh--a lot of humans here, wow. i dunno if you guys are, yanno, used to monsters at all. don't want to spook anyone. i'll, uh, stay out of people's way if it's an issue. 'least i'll try to. though i'm--also wondering if there's any other monsters here.

[The thought of being here alone is utterly, utterly terrifying, but he manages to sound pretty neutral about it.]

and on the subject of wondering, heh--what are all those big creatures outside? i don't know much about surface animals. is that, like--normal?



[ooc: sans is going to be accidentally teleporting all over the place for the duration of the event. if you want him to suddenly teleport into a character's room or something, let me know!]
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[The video opens to...a singular skull eye and and nothing else. Gah!!]

OKAY, GOOD! IT'S ON!!

[The skull eye pulls back to reveal...oh, it's Papyrus! One thing that one might notice differently is that he's wearing a new, slick battle body! Huh. He beams at the camera.]

PEOPLE OF WONDERLAND!! THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME!!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE FINALLY FINISHED MY GIGANTIC PUZZLE!! YOU SEE, WHERE I COME FROM, PUZZLES ARE A WAY OF LIFE!! TO GET FROM POINT A TO POINT B, YOU MUST SOLVE A SERIES OF PUZZLES!! ORIGINALLY, I WANTED TO BUILD THIS PARTICULAR PUZZLE SO IT WRAPPED AROUND THE MANSION, BUT SOME OF THE MECHANICS WOULDN'T WORK PROPERLY THAT WAY, SO I MOVED IT TO THE HILLS. BEHOLD!!!

[The camera then swerves to reveal...!

Woah. That's one hell of a puzzle. It looks more like an obstacle course. As the camera pans from left to right, the puzzle starts with a switch puzzle - contraptions that act like switches are placed precariously around the section. The middle of the puzzle consists of a pretty sizable sheet of ice, with patches of snow marked carefully, leading anyone who steps on them into a routined path, which leads into the grand finale: a maze filled with deadly spikes!! ...except the deadly spikes are just nails and tacks, because apparently the magical closet doesn't produce deadly spikes. But!! Throughout the maze's paths, several bones start jutting in and out of the ground, providing a bit more of a challenge.
]

IT TOOK A LONG TIME TO MAKE THE SWITCHES BY SCRATCH, AND TO CALIBRATE THE ICE PUZZLE, AND TO MAKE A PROPER MAZE WITHOUT THE PROPER SPIKES, BUT IT'S FINALLY DONE AND WAITING FOR YOU TO COMPLETE IT!!! COME TO THE HILLS AND TRY OUT THE PUZZLE FOR YOURSELF.

...OH, AND ALSO!! I'VE BEEN TOLD THAT MAKING SOMEONE TRY THIS KIND OF PUZZLE WOULD BE 'TOO DANGEROUS' AND 'MIGHT SERIOUSLY HURT SOMEBODY', EVEN THOUGH I'LL BE RIGHT HERE MAKING SURE THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY GETS INJURED, BUT I DID LEAVE OUT AN ALTERNATIVE FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT ARE TOO INTIMIDATED BY THIS PUZZLE. SEE?


[And once again, the camera swoops to the side. Nearby the gigantic puzzle, there's a table with neatly stacked books of jumbles, crosswords, sudoku and horoscopes.]

SO THERE!!! PUZZLES FOR THE PEOPLE THAT ARE TOO SCARED OF MY AWESOME PUZZLE ARE HERE TOO!! COME BY WHENEVER!! I'LL BE HERE BY THE PUZZLE, MONITORING YOUR PROGRESS!!!

[And, true to his word, if you decide to go to the hills, there Papyrus will be waiting, along with his gigantic puzzle and the not so gigantic table filled with books. Do you dare take on the challenge?]
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[ Snow appears on the screen, smiling and wearing a pretty pink dress, in her bedroom that looks so much like her loft in Storybrooke. ]

Hello, everyone. I've met quite a lot of you since I arrived just before Christmas, but I wanted to offer a bit more about myself in order to see if anyone's interested in a proposal I have. My name is Snow, and I was a teacher back home. I taught all grades through high school - it was a very small town. So, if you'd like to learn how to read, or Newton's laws of physics is alluding you, I would be happy to tutor any one of you.

However, if education isn't something you need a bit more help with, I'm also an expert archer.

[ She doesn't say it to brag, and if possible, she seems humble, ducking her head a bit. ]

If that's something you'd like to learn to do, I'm happy to teach you.

[ After a pause, she smiles brightly again. ]

I can bake, too! I miss baking for my family terribly, so if anyone would like to join me in the kitchen, I'll be there this afternoon. I hope you all have a wonderful day.

[ And with that, she signs off, but she'll be checking back often for replies. She makes her way to the kitchen, and begins prepping everything to make a blueberry cobbler. ]

[VIDEO]

Jan. 28th, 2018 07:22 pm
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[ She'd spent her first couple of days lingering in the shadows. Not hiding or lurking, really, and maybe there's a chance you've seen her around, but she did her best to play observer -- to get a feel for the place and the people here. She goes into this skeptically, and by nature it's just hard not to, but it isn't long until she realizes Wonderland's residents are a lot like her.

It becomes a series of questions she needs to answer: who are they? Where are they from and what have they left behind? (And most importantly, because of what she's left behind, why are they here and how do they get back? She isn't satisfied with anything she is finding on that particular subject.)

For a moment, she is out of frame, cursing silently under her breath as she checks the device in her hand to make sure the video feed is on. Lois adjusts the device, holding it out so that her face is now in frame. ]


Okay. Okay. Here we go.

[ She coughs, clearing her throat, and runs her fingers quickly through her hair to tuck her hair behind her ears. Lois manages a pretty impressive "on air" presence, even if she's always been a little more interested in seeing her byline on the front page than she was in being on camera. ]

Hello, Wonderland. From the looks of things, you've all had a... rough week.

My name is Lois Lane and it looks like I will be joining you for the interim. I was hoping there would be a few of you willing to... share your experiences. Maybe help me fill in some blanks here?

We can communicate through... uh, this -- [ She shakes the device a bit, the video going a bit Blair Witch Project for a second. ] -- thing, but I am open to meeting in person for a cup of tea or something, if you'd prefer.

video

Jan. 16th, 2018 09:53 pm
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John's midsection was viewed on screen. The image twisted and turned and then the image zoomed out showing a man's face in his mid forties, a vigorous amount of stubble and shaggy blonde hair. His collar was askew and his tie was hanging off.

"Alright, if anyone is out there and can hear me I am going to need your help. I woke up here, don't know where here is, don't know how I ended up here but here I am. I need to get out of here as soon as possible. End of the world stuff going on need to take care of it."
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Hey, can you hear me? Am I coming through?

[ Monika's eye appears on the screen briefly, then disappears with a screech of static. The screen flickers, and after a few more odd noises, she clears her throat and appears fully, smiling cheerfully as ever. ]

Hi there, everyone! I'm Monika! Uh, if you couldn't tell already, I'm new here. But I'm sure you're always hearing people say that, right?

[ People. That's a thought. Her face warms. ]

Anyway, I know we're in a weeeird situation, but I hope we can all make the best of it! I've found that the easiest way to brighten up a bad time is to get creative~ So I spent a little time writing this. It's always nice to write your thoughts out, you know?

[ She helpfully holds up her work and lets it fill the screen for everyone to see. Go on, take your time! ]


Read more... )

[ The poem disappears and there she is, still! Smiling! Yay, poetry! ]

Ahaha, I got a little experimental today. I hope you don't mind. [ She looks sheepish. ] I'm usually only good with free verse, but I'm really proud of the results!

Anyway! I'm glad to get to know you all, because I love making new friends! [ She holds up a finger. ] In honor of the occasion, here's Monika's Writing Tip of the Day! Sometimes, you'll have to make very hard decisions about editing your work. You might even end up having to start all over! But don't let it discourage you. Writing is a dirty process, so getting your hands messy is inevitable. Let it help you grow!

[ Monika gives another smile, softer this time, and waves as she shuts off the feed. Time for a fresh start! ]
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[As usual, when the camera turns on, Shepard looks a little stressed. When is she not, if we're being real here. She's not as serious as the last time she was on the network, but this is obviously a prepared address. As usual, her torso and head are in view, as she's broadcasting from her omni-tool on her left arm currently swung around to her front.]

Alright, so in the spirit of New Year's resolutions, I'm back to put some action items on the table. For those of you who remember the last time I was around, it's kind of about that. For those who don't or are too new, here's your reminder or introduction that this place is trying to kill us.

[She links to her last broadcast, which she'll do at pretty much every opportunity. That is not information she's letting die.]

That said, after talking with Evelyn O'Connell about this, she instituted the death count and I'm here to keep up my end of the bargain. I want to establish a guard, sort of- this isn't a full-time position but I can't promise it's not dangerous. We need to have something in place to protect people with higher death counts, and stop ones who are low from gaining more. Ideally I'd be looking for people to commit to playing bodyguard or organizing with me and others when shit gets rough. While Evelyn is... missing, for a while, I've got access to that data. Which if you haven't reported to her, I think you should.

[Or at least, the version of it before she left, that Shepard will be referencing.]

I want to stress that this is voluntary, but I also want to make it pretty damn clear that I'm tired of people fucking off and dying. The more hands on deck we have, the better. That said, if you commit to this, I want you to commit. I'm gonna need general defense and some point people to play personal escort during events to high-risk targets. If you're interested in either, let me know.

[A small pause.]

I'm also totally here to accept questions on 'oh shit, this place is actually trying to murder us' and 'who the hell are you', because I bet I'm going to get a thousand of those too. Which uh, right. Hey. Commander Shepard. Trained marine, sniper, ten years special ops experience, I know what I'm doing, thanks.

[She gives a little two fingered salute to the camera, tapping from her right temple.]

Shepard out.

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