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[The plus side is that Connor doesn't take long to figure out how to use the communicator. The bad thing is that it's clear that he's completely thrown through a loop here. Using his hand to broadcast this, much like when he was figuring out the Jericho clues, he seems to be outside the gates, in front of a large fountain.]

Judging by the look of this place, I think it's safe to say that I'm not in Detroit anymore.

[Unless Detroit parks suddenly got this colorful and a giant mansion appeared.]

I can't seem to locate where I am though. It appears that where ever this is, it's not in my database.

There seems to be some sort of communication here that I've tapped into at the very least, so if there's anyone out there seeing this, any answers would be appreciated.

My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by-- [Wait...] Uh... I work for the DPD. I have no idea how I was brought here to begin with, but something is obviously going on here.

If anyone has seen a hard-boiled eccentric police lieutenant with medium length grey hair that drinks way too much named Hank, let me know. Or maybe even a Saint Bernard dog named Sumo. [Since the last thing he remembers is being at Hank's house.] Thanks.

[With that, he's off to figure out just what's going on. Hopefully he'll find answers somehow soon. Anyone is free to find him roaming around the outside or even the mansion as he makes his way in.

OOC: As I've said in his OOC intro, he's going to be taken from a good ending where he hasn't died and he has become a Deviant. If you're interested in how he'll be played, go ahead and check his application. Otherwise, enjoy some mood music if you so choose.]
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[personal profile] itchtokill
[Note: As always, my posts are threadjackable in all directions on my end, guys!]


All right, so I'm not sure how many of you have heard the rumblings of my research, but I think it's time I put the whole thing out for everyone to pitch in on. And if you're just going to prattle on about how it's impossible to find out real answers you can kindly sod off because I don't have time for that kind of negativity, thanks.

Memories. They're sort of important, don't you think? And this place keeps stealing them from us in some form or another, bit by bit. Until, what, there's nothing of who we were left? Is that the point? What's the endgame? We don't really know, do we?

What I want to do is first: figure out if there's some sort of pattern or rhyme or reason to the memories being stolen. Which I realize will be a bit tricky since we can't remember the things we've forgotten, but if we can find enough work-around explanations for the words and phrases we've lost, maybe we can come up with a list, and connect those to the events that happened during the loss of them, and look for a pattern.

[And while that idea of patterns has been there all along, he'll admit it's been a bit more reinforced since his chat with Dan about comparisons and parallels of this Wonderland to the original story.]

The other thing I'm looking into, is trying to see if we can retrieve the lost memories. Which is where I need volunteers and it'll be a bit of a mess because most of you are probably going to knee-jerk hate the idea. But how sure are you that you've truly forgotten it, and that whatever it is you've forgotten isn't simply locked away where you can't reach it? What if there was a way you might be able to unlock that box and retrieve it back?


[And here comes the really controversial part that he expects to get a lot of naysayers on a roll. But he's putting it all out there anyway, because Kol hopes their aversions to the idea are outweighed by the desire to keep what's rightfully their own.]

What I'm getting at is, I want to try to compel you to remember. It may not work, for all I know it may backfire in some spectacularly Wonderland sort of way for the attempt. I don't know, and if something similar has been attempted in the past, I'd love to hear about it. But it's just an idea. Honestly, this is a genuine attempt at fixing the things Wonderland screws up, so I've nothing to hide or any ulterior motives, so I'd be fine with being hawk-watched by anyone who feels the invasion aspect of it too sketchy?

There's another idea on deck as well, but I don't want to bother with it unless it seems fully necessary. I want to start simple, with this.

On a different note, but in a similar vein, I'd like to talk to the longest-standing residents in Wonderland. I've been told the names Regina Mills and Michonne as folks to seek out for such a thing. If you ladies are around for a chat, I'd love to ask you some things. And if anyone else has been here as long as, or longer than, either of them, I'd absolutely welcome more voices to this conversation.







[Filtered to the Queens of Wonderland]
Do you have a bit of time to spare for a chat?
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[ Leslie is sitting in the inviting office space she set up for herself on the first floor, separate from where she lives with Ben. The shelves are filled with books about history, laws, radical movements, people who challenged the government and won, democracy, and everything else you could think of to inspire minds toward building a better community. There are framed photos too, of inspiring women in politics through history: Madeline Albright, Ruth Bader Ginsberg, Michelle Obama, Eleanor Roosevelt, and herself. She owns the decision and stands by it.

Instead of the space being small, it's large with a couple of couches, a kitchenette area with a mini-fridge for drinks, a cabinet full of snacks, and a coffee maker. When the camera feed begins, she's at her desk, books and photos in the background. ]


Hi again, Wonderland. It's me, Leslie Knope. I hosted the Fall Festival, and I have to tell you all: you did not disappoint. The turn out was so great, and if I could get you to smile for a few seconds even about something dumb, then I declare the first annual Wonderland Fall Festival a success! I even learned a lot about other worlds and customs, which I did not expect.

Anyway, I'm coming to you because I'd like to offer something else, though this is more of a service than a fun activity, but who knows, maybe it could be both! If you're new, or at the very least, you've arrived within the last, say, month or two or three, I'd like to invite you to my office so we can sit and talk to get some of the wilder things people may have told you sorted out. A lot of information at once can be pretty confusing and hard to retain, right? And there's bound to be misinformation.

[ Leslie gestures behind her at an assortment of binders. ]

I've done a lot research to make sure I'm as informed as possible, and I've prepared binders for anyone who might arrive filled with things like a map that is, as of this video, accurate, a list of places to eat or participate in various fun activities, and some of the best combinations of food I've been able to get the closet to give me. I highly recommend asking the closet for a fried cheese melt which is basically a grilled cheese with mozzarella sticks inside. Or ask for vegetables; you can do anything, here!

In any case, I wanted to propose that the first meeting be this Friday, October 12th at 6:30 p.m. Anyone can come if you're new and confused, or if you just have a burning question that's never been addressed. Please note that no one knows exactly how Wonderland works so questions such as 'why can't I leave?' or 'where does all this stuff come from?' will be answered by 'I don't know, it's magic.'

I hope you come! We'll meet on the first floor in room four - it's my personal office space. And if it's successful, I'll host one of these bi-monthly.

[ The feed ends, and the entire day, Leslie keeps preparing. On Friday at 6:00 pm she's already in her office with the door wide open, assorted snacks on the counter as she waits for people to arrive. ]

((ooc: It would take forever to all take turns in a group thing, so please feel free to either respond to the video, or just tag in for a supportive and ready to listen/answer questions Leslie!))

video;

Oct. 2nd, 2018 08:12 am
thecourier: (024)
[personal profile] thecourier
Red Queen said somethin' t' me a while ago.

[He starts the video like it's an afterthought, like stepping into the middle of a conversation that started a few minutes ago. It was a while, a few months in fact, but time does pass so strangely here and he's had other things on his mind.

Dan's sitting on a bench in the gym, after running himself to near-exhaustion not for the first time. It's a habit now, not necessarily a good one, almost like a kind of self-flagellation for one reason or another. He rubs the back of his wrist across his forehead and clears his throat.
]

B'fore that chess game. [He thinks. Almost sure of that.] Tried t' get some info outta her 'bout how this place works. Didn't get much, but she did tell me, we only see 'two sides to this place'.

[His accent slips as he enunciates carefully, glancing away from the camera for a moment.]

May be more sides we don't see, an' there might be answers there. Been tryin' t' figure it out, but I ain't got a head on me for riddles an' she tells worse ones than the psyker kid at 188 Tradin' Post back home. Know some people here 've dug deeper into this shit than I ever did. What y' all thinkin'?
romsapience: (Cowboy Bebop on their computer)
[personal profile] romsapience
[The video opens up to Turing sitting on their bed, a few canvases and a painting palette scattered around on the sheets.]

Some of you might know this about me, but I am incredibly interested in learning about new things. Shortly after my creation, all of my efforts were put towards absorbing as much information as I could about the world. Granted, the majority of my information was taken from the ‘network’ in my world, so of course, there were some…infrequencies in the accuracy of the information, but nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed myself learning as much as I can.

I was feeling nostalgic about the more simpler times in my life, so I come to you all with a question, Wonderland: can you tell me something about the world that you used to live in? With so many different worlds and experiences, there is bound to be something unique to your world. Not only this, but…talking about our lives in our home world might be able to help us keep our memories intact during our stay here.

I suppose I’ll start. In my world, scientific breakthroughs have made it possible for people to gain cybernetic additions and genetic mutations. It is very common in Neo-SF to find a passerby with a mechanical arm or an eyepiece, or a person with wolf ears or even looking like an anthropomorphic cat!

How about you? Tell me something interesting about your world!

[They flash a smile, and the feed cuts off for now.]
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[personal profile] rightcall
( When you're used to being by yourself in the world you're from, it's about a hundred times harder to try to address a whole network of people on the other side, but. She needs to. The camera turns on, and it shows Clementine in the dining room. There are two cork boards behind her. )

So. Hey.

I know everyone's on edge with the recent murder, but. Yeah. ( It doesn't have the same effect on her as it does most, but that's kinda cause she's fucked up and it's hard to shake her up at all. But she can feel everyone on edge, and no one seems to be close to figuring out what the hell happened, not that she's deep involved in investigating. She wanted to put up these boards cause there's a lot of stuff she wants to learn, and if she doesn't do it now, she won't ever do it. So here she goes. ) We're all stuck here, but maybe there's something you want to learn or you can teach others.

Like how to play the piano or violin, how to read or write or type, how to do first aid, how to paint or draw, or how to do cool science shit. Gardening, carpentry, sewing, cooking...

Something like that.

I put up these boards in the dining room so you can do that. This board's for offering up lessons. This board's for finding someone who can teach you what you want. Just... since there's a murderer around and it's either a mirror or one of us... or a resident, I guess, maybe make sure to schedule your lessons in a public place and tell someone where you're going.

And keep a weapon on you, and if you don't know how to use one of those, maybe seek some lessons in that. ( deep sigh before she mutters mostly to herself: ) I did a great fucking job selling this.
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[ Shawn's bored, and when Shawn's bored, he starts messing with things until he either breaks them or discovers something new. And so, he realizes he can poll the community at large. ]

Poll #20297 Hey we can do polls on our devices!!!
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 17


Being in Wonderland reminds me of:

View Answers

The show LOST but without the plane crash.
4 (23.5%)

That one Narnia place with the Jesus lion.
2 (11.8%)

Actual Alice in Wonderland as Disney intended.
1 (5.9%)

An acid trip which I wouldn't know anything about but I've heard things.
5 (29.4%)

What I imagine Hell is.
0 (0.0%)

Maybe the world ended and we're all in some kind of holding pattern until a new Earth is found.
4 (23.5%)

That one game where people roll to decide how crappy things go for you.
3 (17.6%)

A combination of more than one choice (Explain via text to me.)
0 (0.0%)

Something not listed (Explain via text to me.)
2 (11.8%)

Click this if you either support an idea on this list or u love pineapples.
7 (41.2%)

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[personal profile] like247
[Wendy is sitting somewhere, feet up on a table and a bowl of candy in her lap. The sway of the camera might make it clear she's out on the party boat.]

So I figured summer is getting later and later, and eventually we'll be into fall. This is my first summer in as long as I can remember where I didn't have Summerween to celebrate. Which, I guess, this place ruined, right? With that candy monster we totally dealt right before I came here, which was like a year ago or something in this place. So, because of the dumb events, no Summerween.

[She starts unwrapping a tootsie roll before popping it in her mouth, carefully speaking without it showing as she talks. Mostly.]

What things did you love that this place ruined for you?
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[personal profile] krmvgivv
Hey everyone! Dipper, here.

[Dipper is sitting on a table in the library, books stacked around him as well as in the chair that some might argue he should be in. But where's the fun in that?]

I've been thinking a lot about the whole "fiction" thing. You know, how some people here are fictional to some other people? I mean, Alice, for one thing, and the whole Wonderland thing, but then there are the fairytale people and the superheroes and the DDMD people and I dunno, all kinds of people. Which is weird, right? But it gets weirder.

[He clambers off the table and turns the camera to reveal a cork board that holds three posters for some of his favorite shows: Tiger Fist, Ghost Harassers, and Duck-tective.]

This is all stuff from my world that, as far as I can tell, doesn't exist in any other world. That might not seem weird, but I've been comparing with Wirt. A lot of other worlds do share media.

[Under his posters, he pins three other posters: Six Million Dollar Man, Ghostbusters, and a piece of paper that just reads "A bunch of non-duck related Sherlock Holmes adaptions."]

But some things my world does share!

[He slaps an Alice in Wonderland poster in the middle across both rows of images.]

So what does it mean? I mean, I'm not an idiot. Pretty sure when you come from a place where the only media you share with other worlds is public domain, it means you're probably pretty fictional yourself. But no one's actually recognized me as fictional, so I guess I'm probably, you know. A really high quality, cult classic type thing. Way too cool for most people to have heard of.

[That's the only reason he's not famous, obviously. His book or movie or whatever couldn't possibly be bad.]

Anyway, I guess I wanted to see if we could identify any patterns here? [He tugs all the images down and starts pinning up pictures he's taken of various people in Wonderland. He pulls a ball of red yarn from his pocket. He's ready to go full mystery board here.] Have you ever been told you're fictional? Have you recognized anyone from fiction? Do you want to have a Ghost Harassers marathon with me?

...that was a joke. But also let me know if you do.
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[There were a few places in Wonderland where Minato liked to practice violin. He hadn't had a chance to practice lately, especially with the last few events, the chess game still on his mind too. Thus playing his violin was a way to not just practice, but give him some time to think or let the violin do the talking or expressing for him.

He wandered to the different locations since each place offered its own unique surroundings and environment. He can be found in the ever elusive Music Room, or sometimes on the Roof, or sometimes outside in the Gardens. He was happy to talk to anyone and didn't think they'd be interrupting.

But his violin could only say so much. He did have to help it along too. He had been thinking about the way life and death were treated in Wonderland, and sent out a video message with his question, which he hoped wasn't too upsetting or depressing.]


If you knew you'd die tomorrow and wouldn't come back, what's that last thing you'd want to do or say?
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[personal profile] shslliar
Guys. It's my birthday tomorrow. I have no plans for this, what do I do?

[Yes, he's typing like he's texting his friends, but he might have made it public on purpose so his birthday at least gets some recognition.]
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[personal profile] bewhatyouseem
[ It has been 24 hours since the chess match and after some impatient redecorating, everyone's feeds - Mirror and Real alike come to life with a video set to Baroque music. There is no speaking yet, simply a slide show displaying various parts of the new Mirror side of things. It's an introduction of sorts.

  • The new Throne room which is where the Real side's ballroom is located.
  • Though the White Queen's mirrors can't go without a ballroom of their own.
  • Finally, her own chambers are displayed, with everything neat and orderly, and all signs of the Queen of Hearts (including all of her very odd...pieces and parts of things in jars) completely gone.

    The music fades out, and soon the White Queen, sitting on her throne graces the screen. She is addressing both sides today, however they won't be able to communicate to each other, only to her. ]


  • My dearest Mirrors and Reals,

    The time has come for us to put aside our differences and all the Queen of Hearts used to put you at odds with one another. We are, after all, one kingdom and as my sister the Red Queen proclaimed, we shall live in peace and harmony.

    [ It's not quite what she said, but it's close enough. ]

    From henceforth, I proclaim that no Mirror need to spy on the Real side on my behalf. You have no good graces to earn with me, no reason to bring me information about the other side. I, unfortunately, have no control over the events that occur, but let that be all the dear Reals must worry over. You have my word that there will be no command for you to hurt or kill and you must not live in fear of my mirrors only wishing to cause harm.

    ...Of course, I cannot help it if some mirrors do have this tendency, but I will not advocate it.

    Now, onto my new subjects. And to that point, what your former queen demanded of you.

    You will no longer be unmade at a whim. Please do not live in fear of a mistake. You aren't merely subjects, you are a people. From now on ruled by me, yes, but not as a figure to be feared or only one to please. I will create new mirrors as new Reals arrive, and you will all be cared for.

    There is one exchange I have made with Wonderland's magic, but that does mean we've had to give something up to have a bit of color. For too long our outside world has been black and white. No more.

    [ She pauses, then dramatically claps her hands, the sound echoing in the room. ]

    There are no more tea rooms on our side, dear mirrors. But you do now have a beautiful garden. The color is limited to the gardens only, but oh, I do hope you find it as glorious as I do. Please, do not confine yourselves to the indoors only.

    [ Go touch some grass, please. For her title being the White Queen, things aren't quite so blandly colored and she smiles with a soft nod of her head. ]

    I urge any of you, real and mirror alike, to now take this time to introduce yourselves. I'm quite curious about you all. Though I will say, you will be speaking only to me and at this time, Reals and Mirrors will not be able to address one another.
    mettatonvevo: (hmmm)
    [personal profile] mettatonvevo
    [When the camera clicks on, Mettaton can be seen looking quite normal. The last time he appeared on the Network he'd been a bit... possessed. Completely ignoring that, of course, he is all sunshine and smiles.]

    You know, I never expected to be trapped here in Wonderland for two years. But it seems that is my current state of affairs. And may be my state of affairs for awhile.

    [He sighs, shakes his head, but then continues.]

    My last anniversary here, I celebrated with a big inaugural concert at my performing arts theater. I was planning on doing the same if I was still here at my two year mark but with this war coming up, it doesn't feel like quite the right time to do so. But! I don't want things to go unmarked so how about this:

    If we all survive, and in relatively one piece, from this power struggle between our two illustrious queens, why don't we all throw a party of some kind? Things have been rather... rough and perhaps a spot of fun might be good for all of us! What do you all say? Ideas? Questions? Rejections?
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    [personal profile] alphyswhatsabara
    ::When the video feed turns on, a pink flower shirted Asgore is clearly somewhere very sunny. There's also a number of potted plants set up around him. Some low, long boxes as well. Tall purple fountain grass, tomato plants just going into flower, low sweet potato vines, fuzzy green lambs ears, large clumps of blue false indigo and dusty purple lavender, and even a little trellis with the beginnings of some golden honeysuckle clamoring up the sides. Asgore is sitting on a low, wooden bench with a pot of bright yellow coreopsis in his lap.::

    So... I am something of a gardener. And I putter around the gardens here. It is probably my favorite hobby.

    ::Asgore picks up the coreopsis off of his lap to hold it out to the camera just a bit::

    These coreopsis, for example, are quite hardy. Such a beautiful yellow color, they'll flower for months if you care for them well, and they are a favorite with butterflies, and they also provide seeds for birds in the fall. Such a wonderful little plant.

    ::Asgore pulls the pot of flowers back from the camera, and sets them down on the ground next to him. He looks back into the camera. Somehow it all feels a bit like the Queen of England giving her annual Christmas message.::

    I find a great deal of comfort in tending to a garden. I have slowly been... moving a few things, now and then, to the roof... during those long stretches between events. Spring is such a busy season for a gardener. Seeds to plant, seedlings to transplant, vegetables to stake, vines to train, there's so many little things to do. But, I'm glad to do it. I have made this little corner of the roof to... create a comfortable space. And I would like to welcome you to it. If you see a ripe tomato, please take one, although they will not be ready for a few weeks yet. Cut a flower or a spray of lavender, take a sprig of spearmint or peppermint or apple mint, just leave some for anyone else who wishes to visit and enjoy the space. There is a bench. It is quite sturdy.

    ::Asgore looks around a bit, trying to find something else to comment on.::

    The sweet potatoes will not be ready for several months, yet, so please do not dig them up prematurely. I think that is everything. Please enjoy your time in the Roof Garden.

    ::Asgore stands up to shut off the camera feed, and after a few moments of just a wall of bright pink Hawaiian shirt, the feed goes off::
    treacletrio: (a trio;)
    [personal profile] treacletrio
    [ There's a feed that's on, but it takes a moment for three separate faces of young girls to come into view. ]

    Hullo, Wonderland!


    We can finally play.


    But not too much. We have things to do!


    But we should still say something, shouldn't we?


    [ The clearly older sister holds out her hands to shush them both, then her head tilts with a soft smile on her lips. ]

    Have you ever wondered what it might be like up there? With the stars and the moon and all the places we come from?


    I think it sounds awfully big and endless and scary.


    Besides. I bet there are places to trap people for a very long time just like everywhere else.


    [ A heavy sigh. ]

    But what if you could escape? You could go to any place, dear sisters. Any place at all.


    But what if something terrible happened there, too? Bombs or monsters or air that chokes you?


    Don't be so negative, Elsie! Air is air. Besides, what world has bombs and monsters?


    Lots, I bet. And spoooOOOOOoooky ghosts. [ She giggles until Tillie shoots her a look. ]


    Perhaps sometimes, we must weather circumstances to appreciate our happiness and freedom and how pretty things can be. But for now, we must go gather treacle for the dormouse! Enough fretting about all the worlds out there.


    [ The feed ends as the oldest sister begins shooing at them affectionally to get in gear. ]
    nodogsonthemoon: from TAZ trailer (Well this sucks)
    [personal profile] nodogsonthemoon
    [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!

    uncoils: (You can see it when the smoke clears)
    [personal profile] uncoils
    [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.)
    [personal profile] mettatonvevo
    [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!]

    video;

    Apr. 24th, 2018 08:46 am
    beautifullies: (⌘ 263)
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    [ When Claire appears on screen she is tense and no-nonsense, her hair pulled back. She's in the clinic, a cabinet with medical supplies clearly behind her. ]

    Good morning. In light of the announcement made by Alice last night, I thought I would inform you all of a change made to each floor. Before I do, please note that this does not A) guarantee that the mansion will stay in its usual form when things happen or B) promise that all stores of supplies will remain intact if the mansion does change.

    [ Which leaves her feeling a bit helpless as a doctor; what is she supposed to do when Wonderland takes everything away from them? It's as if it truly wants them to suffer at times. ]

    After creating a supply room of sorts on the second floor and stocking it, I waited from the first of the month to now to see if it would stick. It did, with not one item missing, even during the event two weeks ago. I decided to at least try this for the times magic simply will not work and abilities are dampened along with the closets. There are quite a few magical volunteers and medically inclined people, but there are over a hundred of us residents. We can't always be everywhere, especially during the chaos.

    On each floor, as close to the stairs as I could possibly manage, one room has been set up as a medical supply closet. The first-floor main clinic will serve its purpose with no additional supply room. In these rooms, you will find bandages, elastic wrap bandages, slings, medical tape, gauze, splints, instant cold packs, alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, antiseptic wipes, antibiotic ointments, cotton balls and swabs, disposable non-latex gloves, medical scissors and tweezers, a thermometer, syringes, medical cups and spoons, eye wash solution, and finally, hand sanitizer. There will also be a guide to help with basic first aid, along with instructions on how to do CPR and the Heimlich.

    [ Claire finally takes a breath and her face softens a bit. ]

    I'll put my concerns as plainly as possible. Many of you are my friends or acquaintances. I don't want anything to happen to you but this is Wonderland. Each event that has an announcement preceding it makes me worry. This may be all for nothing, or it could help. Utilize it if you need it, please. I'll check regularly to be sure supplies stay well stocked. If you have inquiries or concerns, you're more than welcome to let me know.
    curiousher: (That look on her face)
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    [The message that comes through is audio, and the first couple seconds are quiet as Alice figures out how to start. Wind can be heard, but that isn't very much location information.]

    ...Do you ever think about how odd some words are? How they contort and change meaning over time?

    [That seems like a good, neutral place to start. Nothing that will raise any red flags from monarchy.]

    For example, "to reap". I've looked it up, you know. In many dictionaries, it means to cut or harvest by cutting, or to receive a reward. Similarly, a Reaper is just...one who reaps. A person who does that cutting or harvesting. And there are many worlds where people still reap crops, I'm sure. Some of yours, maybe.

    [Alice doesn't have as much of her usual energy today. She sounds like she's put more thought into what she has to say today than usual. She's really tried this time, but doesn't know if that trying will be enough.]

    But...that's not what I think of when I think of a Reaper. Do you? Do you imagine a farmer with a sickle, or something else entirely? Because I imagine death, and I imagine things taken against their will. [A pause.] Wonderland's reaped a lot from us already, I suppose.

    [This is Alice though, and even she's bothered by how sad it feels, so she switches over to video - she's laying in a patch of grass somewhere and her hair is everywhere but she forces up a smile.]

    Don't worry. I know I haven't said very much and it's all quite alarming-sounding, but chin up! Or at least try to. No matter how bad it gets, no matter how horrible things seem, it will end. And when it does, I promise you'll be alright. Sometimes...sometimes when things are too much, Wonderland knows and fixes it. It's sort of eerie, really.

    [Suddenly the Duke (her pig guard from the Duchess) enters the frame and nudges her right in the crook of her neck, and it breaks her serious optimistic determination. She laughs and rolls over, network device forgotten.]

    What are you doing? Stop that! We'll get caught, good sir!

    [She says that, but she's still laughing up a storm, and it's a laugh she really needed. The device shuts itself off after a moment or two.]
    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.))

    video

    Apr. 2nd, 2018 07:37 pm
    255000255000255: (Just Monika.)
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    [ Monika is sitting placidly behind her piano, smiling like she has no cares in the world. However, something's...off.

    Her ponytail is slightly askew, the bow drooping on one side, and her clothes aren't as clean and kempt as usual. But it's probably what's going on in the background that's more interesting.

    As in her room is wrecked. Items are strewn about, things are broken, and her piano has an unmistakable crack in it. It's like a tornado tore through, that tornado being her. She doesn't care about wars or any other stupid bullshit, because she has more important things weighing on her mind.

    See, the past month hasn't been too good to her. She had a body for a while. And now she doesn't. Monika doesn't like that. The asshole that killed her? Not only ruined her short time with a body, but also got to hit and run in the completely unfun way. She really doesn't like that. And being held captive by a demented bear? REALLY NOT LIKING THAT. Noticing a pattern here?

    In short, she mad.

    She gives a pleasant little hum, resting her clasped hands on the piano's fallboard. ]

    Just a quick question today! Are there any robots around?

    [ She blinks, still smiling. There are no underlying issues to address here, no siree! She is toootally not getting desperate for freedom, nope nope nope.

    Everything is ab~so~lute~ly~ perfect! ]

    Just curious~
    mulletrock: (pic#2865783)
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    This probably ain't the first time Queenie's had her knickers in a knot.

    In my experience, war isn't some pass-the-time stunt that fades to black in a few weeks. I know a lot of you are rattled, and I mean - war's not pretty, so I get that, but instead of panicking we should be focusing on what we can actually do.

    [There's plenty of people that know how to fight, how to survive, and a lot of brainy tactical types. That's what they need to pool together to make sure there's not a huge body count here.]

    Who do we have with actual battle experience?
    Which parts of the mansion are the sturdiest?
    Weapons, munitions, and the super-powered hotheads.
    We might not be able to stop this but we can at least keep some bodies from dropping.

    Magic types can screw with whatever warding hoodoo they have, we can make this work.
    We might be able to hold a defense.

    I dunno if you guys have met your mirrors, but mine sure as shit isn't worth losing my grip for.

    If any of you actually want to do something, you know where to find me.
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    [It's Saturday evening. Long shadows are being cast through the library windows alongside gold shafts of light, framing the main desks of the library and the sensibly dressed man sat behind them.

    The feed begins when he leans back after pressing the button to record.]


    I am Benjamin Tallmadge. I've introduced myself before when I asked about firearms beyond the time of the 18th century on Earth. [It's been a stressful weekend, so he silently reminds himself to keep this to the point.]

    Since last autumn I've been assisting Evelyn with the upkeep of the library. The purpose of this announcement is to open lines of communication for future reference. Similarly, if you have any questions about the library or about Wonderland, I would be more than happy to assist.

    [There is a brief pause, in which Ben seems to reconsider addressing something else, then thinks better of being silent.]

    I would also like to formally ask, in the interest of all of us protecting ourselves from possible threatening forces, for your assistance. I will be working with Commander Shepard and to help protect ourselves, we must keep our eyes and ears open. To that end, my intent is to gather and process intelligence--from you, if you choose to give it. Messages from Mirrors, experiences outside of events that are unusual even for Wonderland, no matter how innocuous.

    At home, I am a Major in the United States Continental Army and General George Washington's Head of Intelligence during what will be known as the American Revolution, a war I am still fighting at home. I understand the gravity of a declaration of war and I know very well that many of us are still strangers to one another. I also know that if we cannot try to trust one another enough to work together, we will pay a heavy price.

    My intent is not to alarm any of you, or to inspire fear, but to impart a spirit of cooperation. Any intelligence given will be vetted and confidential. Even the smallest details can turn the tide and save lives. A little trust can go a long way toward helping us defend ourselves from a deranged woman who, apparently, knows little about being a proper ruler. [He shakes his head. He's starting to digress.]

    At any rate... If you've watched this far, I'm grateful for your time and consideration. You may contact me on the network or you may find me here in the library, if you have any questions to ask of me.

    [Ben nods, leans forward and ends the feed there.]

    Video

    Mar. 16th, 2018 07:24 pm
    naughty_nurse: (A Pretty Face Don't)
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    [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!
    onlyredroses: (queen of hearts)
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    [Enough is enough.

    Mid-afternoon, every ride halts and every vendor stills. The carnival freezes in place, except for its patrons, stuck on their rides and forced to listen to the bellowing voice below. The Queen of Hearts, it seems, has made a rare appearance on the Real Side of the glass. She stands in the center of the carnival, commanding the attention of everyone around her.
    ]

    This carnival is an insult to the Mirror Monarchy and I will NOT stand for it a second longer! MY HEARTS are all over this disgusting display, as though I sanctioned such a thing! As though I would ever sanction such a thing!

    [She laughs, cruel and cold. There is nothing about this that is funny to her.]

    And on top of that, SISTER, you've given out these ridiculous calling cards with my Mirrors' precious secrets on them! My Mirrors, do you know that this woman who has treated you to this carnival has also treated your strengths and weaknesses, your truths and your secrets, to any Real stupid enough to give a donation?

    [She holds a Mirror Card up, and then crushes it in her hand.]

    Do NOT be fooled, my Mirrors! These Real Things and their so-called Queen - they are not your friends. They will only betray you in the end. They don't trust that which is not Real by their definitions, and will lure you close only to find your weak spots.

    [And how dare they?]

    Come! We must return to our side of the glass at once. And to my sister, the Red Queen - this is a Declaration of War. We will return in June, prepared for battle - I suggest you do the same, dear sister.

    [With a Snap of her fingers, all of the Mirrors return to their side of the glass. The carnival rides and booths all vanish (and thankfully anyone who was on them at the time finds themselves safely on the ground. The war has not begun just yet). Every sign that the carnival was there at all is gone in an instant, and the Queen of Hearts disappears in a flash of red.

    ooc: The Queen of Hearts will not be replying to this post, but feel free to use this for any reactions/threads in the immediate aftermath. The Mirrors have gone back to their side of the glass, so Reals only here please!
    ]
    alltheways: (We shall be Queens together)
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    [The Red Queen stands on the main path in the garden, facing the Mansion. Stretching out behind her, covering the entire grounds, is a rather inviting scene. She’s smiling serenely, as usual, her hands clasped in front of her. Her broadcast appears on the networks of both the Real and Mirror sides of Wonderland.]

    To welcome the spring, I thought to give you a surprise. It was a challenge to prepare… [A slightly pained look crosses her face.] For my dear Bill has gone.

    [But then she’s smiling again, composure restored. She makes a controlled sweeping gesture with one hand.]

    Since you seemed to get on so well last winter, I thought I would extend an invitation to the Mirror Things as well as the Real Things. There is enough to go around, you see, and nothing should be wasted if waste can be avoided.

    [A pause, and her smile turns a bit mischievous.]

    That is, of course, if my dear sister will, in her good grace, allow her subjects a bit of long overdue fun.

    [She begins to make a gesture as though in farewell before pausing, and adding:]

    And don’t eat too much, now.
    slapfight: (△ a blind spot in your gnome field)
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     [Iiiit's Peridot. Standing in the garden and holding the camera of her communicator close to her face.]

    I, Peridot, have an announcement to make. Ahem.

    [She shifts the camera's focus to what appears to be some sort of weird Banksy-looking statue made out of junk. it is not very attractive.] This is one of my many 'morps. Lapis and I have been scattering them around Wonderland. They represent the trials and tribulations of our time here. If you're interested, I can explain the nuance of each piece, but that's not what this announcement is about.

    [She turns the camera back to herself and scowls.] I feel like this should go without saying, but since certain clods don't understand true vision, let me give you a word of warning.

    [she takes a deep breath.] DON'T TOUCH THEM. Or else.

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