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[Ben looks directly into the camera, which is actually at a flattering angle believe it or not, and sighs. He also is new here but doesn't bother considering that fact. His wife is already making herself well known enough for the both of them probably.]

Look, I know most of you probably don't care, but the fact that the "magical wardrobe" [yeah, those are airquotes] isn't always precise? Is kind of a problem.

Take for instance, this calculator.

[He holds up something akin to the TI-83+, for those who took any kind of math in the 90s to 00s in modern, normal America.]

If you're from my time? This? This is an inferior piece of technology. No one wants this. What they want is the TI-89. Or, even better, a brand new Casio. But I would've happily settled for the TI-84. Doesn't even need to be the plus edition. [Oh boy, he's getting fired up now. Nerd alert.] Look everyone says that Texas Instruments were just scamming everyone when the 84s came out but that's not true. They did impressive coding upgrades. I mean, all you have to do is toss a polynomial function with asymptotes in there to see the difference.

[A long pause, as if he can hear his many friends back home and their iterations of how boring he is.]

Look, all I'm saying is that sometimes it matters what kinds of things you need. Some jobs need certain tools and specifics matter. And not just with calculators either.
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[The video opens to a familiar sight - it’s Liv and Papyrus! The latter looks particularly excited, but quickly regains his composure and clears his throat.]

AHEM!! GREETINGS, WONDERLAND!!! THIS IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND THE MAGNIFICENT LIV BRINGING YOU A VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

[ Liv actually waves a little, grinning. ]

So, we figured a while back that it might be fun to get to know everyone a little better, but meet and greets are boring and no one likes having to do ice breakers. Hopefully, though, our idea bridges the gap and gets people to mingle in a way that doesn’t feel awkward. Anyway, food festival! Everyone…mostly, has to eat, right?


[Papyrus nods in approval!]

EXACTLY!! ADDITIONALLY, EVERYONE HERE COMES FROM ALL SORTS OF DIFFERENT WORLDS!! AND DIFFERENT WORLDS MEANS DIFFERENT TYPES OF CUISINE!!! SO, WE INVITE YOU TO COOK SOMETHING THAT IS UNIQUE TO YOUR WORLD FOR THIS FESTIVAL!! ALLOW EVERYONE TO HAVE A TASTE OF WHAT YOUR HOME WORLD COOKING IS LIKE!!!

And if you can’t cook, don’t worry! Just use the closet to present the closest approximation of whatever it is that represents home to you. Since an event just ended, we’re gonna aim for this Saturday, out in the gardens. So you can eat, roam around, meet new people if you want. One disclaimer: if you eat brains or drink blood, try to make sure people are aware of...what might be in your food.

[ They don’t need anyone hurling. ]


ACTUALLY, I’M PRETTY SURE THAT SOME HUMANS HAVE SOME ALLERGIES TOO, LIKE NUTS AND THE LIKE??? I’D MAKE SURE TO LET EVERYONE KNOW ABOUT THAT TOO. IN FACT, YOU SHOULD PROBABLY JUST MAKE A LITTLE CARD DETAILING WHATEVER IT IS YOU COOKED, LIKE THIS!!!

[Papyrus pulls out from behind him a little cardstock sign, which features a crude drawing of spaghetti along with the words, ‘PAPYRUS’S FAMOUS SPAGHETTI’ written on it. Hey, it gets the point across!]

Good idea! Maybe write on there if there are nuts, too. That’s the most common allergy, right?

[ The former doctor should know! ]

I think - pending no events but hopefully there isn’t one since we just turned into birds a few days ago - this should be good to go. So, we’ll be out there, all the plates, silverware, napkins and beverages will be provided which means all you have to do is bring a dish. We’ll provide cards and markers to write the name of your dish, the name of the place you want, and your name.

[ She looks at Papyrus. ]

What time should we start?


[Papyrus looks completive, scratching his chin.]

I BELIEVE THE BEST TIME TO START IS AROUND NOON. THAT’S USUALLY WHEN EVERYONE EATS LUNCH, YES?? BESIDES, IT SHOULD BE NICE ENOUGH TO EAT OUTSIDE!!

[He feels like he should find a piece of wood to knock on, just to be on the safe side.]

AND, I BELIEVE THAT’S ABOUT IT!! WE LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU ALL ON SATURDAY!!! BRING YOUR BEST DISHES!!!
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[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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Jul. 10th, 2018 07:00 pm
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[Souji's in the diner, sitting at one of the booths. At the edge of the shot is a half-eaten order of french fries, because sometimes he actually eats the things he cooks. Quality assurance. You know how it goes.

He looks thoughtful as he addresses the network.]


I've been here a while. Over time, I've kind of come to like it. I don't feel like it's urgent to go home anymore.

[He frowns.]

I miss home. But I don't really mind being here.

[The words Stockholm Syndrome come to mind, but he's not going to say them.]

So...why is it you want to leave? Or stay, if you'd rather do that.
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Hey. After last weekend, I've got some questions for people with powers.

If you've got them, were they effected at all when you got here? Did they get weaker or stronger or whatever? If your powers are really crazy strong, is there any kind of limit on them? Anything that stops you from like... I dunno, blowing up the whole mansion just because you feel like it? Is there a cap to what you can do? Natural or otherwise.

Whatever input you can give is fine, even if you can't really answer my questions.

And uh. Thanks. I guess.
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Gimmie a break, first that chess game, now this shit?

[It sounds like Jolyne's talking to herself, but she's looking right at the camera, holding a disc between her fingers.]

All right, so pretty sure this one's from my world. Short version, some asshole has the power to take your powers, they turn into CDs for some fucking reason, and then he can give them to other people. It's a giant pain in the ass.

[Which is putting it lightly, and yes, she is trying to act like she's merely annoyed by this and didn't spend a few moments panicking even with the announcement earlier because what if said asshole is here.]

I figure here it's not going to be too bad since most of you aren't assholes who are going to run around taking somebody else's shit and using it to hurt people.

[Probably, anyways, it's not like she knows everyone in Wonderland.]

So if you've got any questions, ask away. And in the off chance I'm wrong and this isn't part of that walk a mile in someone else's shoes stuff, let me know if somebody sketchy showed up in Wonderland and I missed it. Thanks.
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[Rick is standing in the front door to the library, drinking from a hip flask, which he pockets as soon as he gets the recording to work.]

Alright, motherfuckers, g-get ready for a bullshit walking tour of the new and improved library. Gonna keep this brief because I barely give a fuck a-about any of this. You can direct all questions d-directly to my ass.

[He burps loudly, then turns his phone around and opens the door. The library within looks...for the most part unchanged. It's still the old style and the old set-up of chairs and tables and stuff. You can practically smell that good book stink through the video. The most immediately noticeable difference is that it's now populated with a bunch of smallish robots. Most of them are glorified roombas, scooting along the carpet looking all adorable and all. The others are a bit larger and look like mobile trashcans with arms, and appear to be restocking shelves. They're surprisingly quiet for robots--no beeping or whirring.]

Okay, as you can see, d-didn't have to change much. Basically just kept everything as it was and added on to it. The robots do cleaning and reshelving a-and other bullshit menial tasks, and they're d-designed to be quiet and unobtrusive. Until some fucker comes in who isn't quiet and unobtrusive, then they're authorized to drive said fucker out. They h-have tasers.

[He doesn't sound like he's joking.]

[Rick then turns down a hallway and walks a bit, robots scooting out of the way as he goes. He opens a door to what appears to be an insanely advanced computer lab, though there are still some microfilm and newspaper viewer things in one of the corners.]


Computer room, whatever. S-Server room is in the back. Don't bother the server robots. They bite. A-Anyway, if you can get any computer games from the closets or whatever, these machines w-w-will run anything. They already have Solitaire, Freecell and Minesweeper installed.

[Rick then turns and walks back toward the middle of the library, where there's a big ol' desk. It has a placard on it that says "Security Desk."]

So, what's running all the systems in the library is a hyper-advanced AI. Sh-She'll be in charge of security. She can deal with any p-piece of shit who tries to damage the library or damage other people in the library. Assuming she sticks around during events, sh-she can also lock the place down and turn it into a safe zone. But except during emergencies, the library is a no fire and no weapons zone. Light a fire, even a f-f-fucking match, or brandish a weapon, and she'll put a stop to it. Sh-She's authorized for murder. There are military-grade defenses embedded in the wall and c-ceiling and she won't hesitate to use them if she or the library feels threatened.

To demonstrate...

[Rick shifts the camera around to face him and the desk, then digs into a pocket for a book of matches. He strikes one with his free hand. An instant later, a somewhat ghostly blue hologram of a vaguely female human appears behind the desk. When she speaks, it's with a suspiciously familiar voice.]

"Sir, I must request that you immediately extinguish your open flame, or you will be forced to do so."

[Rick licks two fingers and pinches out the match. The hologram lady smiles.]

"Thank you for your prompt cooperation. Please enjoy the library. Friendly reminder: I am watching you."

[The hologram disappears and Rick clears his throat.]

Her name is E-L. Don't fuck with her. D-Don't try to hack her, either. She's authorized to brick whatever machine you use to try, and/or murder you.

Lastly, the new official librarian is around here s-somewhere. He's that pony guy, Sunset Whatever, S-Sun something. Sundial. I don't fucking know. Y-You can ask him for further details.

That's it. Library officially updated. Rick out.
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[ When the feed starts up, Jessica's sitting there with her lips pursed like she's sucking on a lemon drop. She had a willing person. She'd done this before. Badly one of those times, but--well, whatever! She had a plan this time so potential death wouldn't happen again.

She clears her throat. She'd had plenty of time to rehearse this and get used to being able to send videos instantly--Youtube was still a baby in her time, okay--so here goes! ]


Hey, Mah-nato? Mee-nato? God, I hope I'm sayin' your name right. Uh, anyway. I know you been through some crazy shit, but I'm 'bout ready for some blood, if you don't mind.

[ She breathes out. He was so nice, so she was sure it'd be okay to ask, even if the timing was shit. But with all that fuckery on Monday, she felt like she needed it. ]

Lemme know when's good for you? 'Kay, bye.

[ After a few seconds of awkward silence, she makes a soft "oh!" sound before she remembers to shut the feed off. Well, that was easier than she thought it'd be!

Too bad she didn't realize her private message was far from private. Maaaaybe she should've played around with her device more. ]

Video; 001

Jun. 10th, 2018 01:40 am
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[Armin is used to exactly three forms of communication: person-to-person, in writing, and via smoke signals. This concept of being able to communicate via a communicator and being able to reach everybody at once in the Mansion? Yeah, that had needed some explanation. And he still feels he barely understands it, but he ought to make an attempt at it.

So, when he appears on screen, he looks a little awkward, the camera maybe a tiny bit off, and his words sound stiff. Like he rehearsed them. Which... is actually exactly what he did. He doesn't want to make an idiot out of himself. At least he didn't write them out before hand. Much.]


I hope I am using this right. Jean said I could talk to everybody using this device, though I don't really understand how that is possible. He said this sort of technology isn't uncommon in other worlds though.

[Don't start to ramble.]

Either way, uhm. I thought it was best to introduce myself. I'm Armin Arlert. I woke up here a few days ago. I come from the same world Jean comes from, though I am not sure how many of you know him. Or how much he has told you about our world...

[Right. Anyway.]

There is actually something I wanted to ask. Jean told me there is a library here. Can anyone just borrow books from it, or is there someone I should speak to? I'm not really certain how things work here. I don't have any money but I can work.
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[Nothing ever stops, it seems like. Back home, here, no one can just have time together. No one can be happy for long stretches of time. Curses have to happen, kidnappings to other lands, memory wipes, evil twins from behind mirrors, monsters and giants and people disappearing and dying. First Mary Margaret, then Robin, and now, after searching everywhere for Regina, one of his moms. He's terrified that she's dead somewhere too, that he just can't find her. But he's looked everywhere and now as he stands in her room that's still furnished with all of her things, he wonders if this is like what happened to Hook. He should tell everyone, he guesses. He doesn't necessarily feel like putting his face out there though.]

My mom is gone. Regina. I don't think...I don't think she died anywhere.

[He's still afraid she did, she could be in the woods, or someplace else he just doesn't know about. It makes him feel kind of sick, the worry and fear.]

How long does it take? When people leave but all their stuff is still here? How long until they come back?.

[There's a pause before his next text.]

Her birthday's next week.
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This is a mess... Armin seems like he's doing better now, but...

[Not looking directly at the camera just yet, Eren takes a moment to finish up re-bandaging what's left of Armin's leg before turning to greet his audience. So as not to upset anyone with the sight of the gruesome wound (they've seen enough blood already over that last few weeks) he's careful to keep most of it out of view. Still, one can still catch a glimpse of Armin in the corner of the screen, fast asleep in a rather large, compfy-looking four poster bed. A sharp eye might be inclined to recognize it and the rest of the room as Integra's.]

To the people who helped out the other day- I think your names were Carlos and James? ...Thank you. I really owe you one. I mean it. If you ever need help with anything, just tell me and I'll be there.

[There's a lot more Eren could say on the matter, but in the end, he decides to leave it at that. He knows if he says much more, he'll end up getting too emotional.

After taking a deep breath, he forces himself to move on to the next order of business:]


So... Healing "magic." Is it true that there are people here who can do that? Can someone help my friend?



((ooc: Replies might be coming from Armin, as well. Souji is lined up to answer Eren's request, but all comments are more than welcome!))

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Jan. 8th, 2015 10:56 pm
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[The feed is shaking. It won't focus properly on Armin's face, wan with terror, looking out to the distance. His breathing is sharp and quick.]

[No. This can't be happening. He's tried so hard to find a way out, to avoid this-- have all his efforts been for naught? They're here, and the Mansion is nothing more than a giant feed box...]

[calm down. calm down.
Calm down. Giving into despair now won't save anyone. He has to at least warn them of the dangers ahead. Armin draws a hand back through his hair and swallows thickly.]

Do not...

[He stands up straighter.]

Do not engage the incoming Titans!

They aren't normal monsters. They can't be killed by normal means. Facing them head-on will end in death-- Please listen very carefully to what I'm about to say. It will save your life.

[Armin takes a deep breath, and then speaks quickly, but clearly, with careful enunciation. It's like he's listing off bullets ordered up in his head.]

Titans-- the monsters that you now see approaching-- do not feel fear. You cannot intimidate them with shows of power. They are mindless, ruthless, and their only goal in existing is eating people. They feel no pain, so superficial wounds will not hinder them. They will do whatever is in their power to eat you, no matter how badly wounded. Never let your guard down.

The only way to stop a Titan is to kill it. And the only way to kill a Titan is to cut out a chunk of flesh from the napes of their necks, where the spinal cord would meet the brain stem on a human. Any other wound will heal-- and at an astonishing rate-- even if you blow a Titan's brains out, it will regenerate. The fatal point on their neck is their only vulnerable spot.

The only other weaknesses worth taking advantage of are... Titans are single-minded and stupid, and can be easily led into traps with enough skill, where they can be more easily dispatched. If you somehow incapacitate a Titan's limbs, that will render them motionless until they regenerate. They can also be blinded with shot. And they subsist on sunlight, so their movements slow dramatically at night.

Fortifications have appeared around the Mansion, and there are rail-guns on the roof. If anyone has the courage to help, I could use every hand available-- No, we need every hand available. If we can't fend these Titans off, they can and will tear the Mansion apart to eat every last person hiding inside.

[He continues to stare out into the distance. His jaw is tight.]

...Anyone who wants to give their lives for humanity, and fight the Titans hand-to-hand-- they should contact my Captain, Levi. He'll make use of you somehow.

And...

[Armin closes his eyes, as if in pain.]

I'm sorry. I couldn't get us out. I did everything I could to try and avoid this fate, but... I failed. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.

[A faint rumbling can be heard from far away.]

ooc: [Game start! Titans are now advancing on the Mansion. Team Armin and Team Levi will make their separate log posts later.]
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[ it's ben a few days since elena got back to wonderland, and she's mostly been taking the time to stay as close to damon as possible. she's been trying to ignore the fact that katherine is here, that caroline is gone... everything that isn't damon is being ignored. but now, a week later, there's no more ignoring it. who knows what katherine's been getting up to, and if she's been pretending to be elena the whole time... well, it's about time she addressed the city.

she's sitting on her bed, the video feed focused on her neck up.
]

Hey, everyone. Elena Gilbert here again with a PSA. I have this doppelganger, a woman who looks exactly like me, named Katherine Pierce. She's basically my evil twin, and she's here -- Damon told me she actually sent out a video about a week and a half ago. I know I don't know a lot of people here, but I wanted to warn you all. She kills, she ruins lives, and she's not to be trusted.

[ elena reaches out to turn off her tablet, then pauses and drops her hand, biting her bottom lip. after a moment, she speaks again. ]

Also, this may be a strange question, I don't know, but...

[ she tucks her hair behind her ears and bites her lip. she's not quite sure how to ask this question. the first time she addressed the network was easy; after she found out she had damon back she was ecstatic. this one, she thinks, is already stranger, and about to get worse. or maybe it won't be. who knows, with wonderland. ]

Has anyone else gone home, experienced some stuff, and then... come back?

[ yeah, that definitely sounds weird. and there's weirder still to come. ]

And if you have, did you forget about Wonderland too?
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[personal profile] nascensibility
Hello, everyone.

[A hastily-written It's back, be a dear and see if you can't locate the Vorpal Sword was the only thing scrawled across Evelyn's mirror this morning in bright-red lipstick from the opposite side, which had her justifiably concerned. Even with that in mind, Evelyn appears to the casual observer perfectly composed, a limited frame of the parlor behind her and a Super-Soldier on her left.]

As we're sure many of you are aware, there's something- [A rumpus. A manxome rumpus.] -going on through the looking glass.

[Steve is similarly composed, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he regards the broadcasting device. His Mirror had also left him a message, an even briefer it’s here, be ready, and upon conferring with Evelyn, they decided it was best to get everyone on the same page.]

I’m pretty sure we all knew that the Jabberwocky wouldn’t stay in our dreams. And I think it’s a safe bet that it won’t stay on the mirrorside for very long either.

What we are proposing is ample preparation, at worst, [she suggests carefully, wary of the sort of panic that can spawn from bad news.] As we have been gifted with a warning it would be unwise not to take advantage, and while many of us have combat experience, rushing head-on into altercations with the denizens of Wonderland’s bestiary is ill-advised.

[Which isn’t to say that a certain Captain won’t do just that, but at the moment he’s putting his best foot forward.] First of all, anyone who isn’t combat-trained for something at this level- [-which they should all be able to judge for themselves, given that they got a good look at what’s in store for them in that dream-] -should make sure they find shelter. We should barricade as many areas as we can, and Evelyn, I know you had another idea for that too… [Steve’s gaze leaves the recorder for a moment to eye her.]

In the event of emergency- [she picks up right where he's left off, tone firm,] -should our side be breached, heroics should not be endorsed. Exercise discretion. The Jabberwock cannot be killed by anything but the Vorpal Sword, and as a precautionary measure we'll be stocking the main caves beyond the cellar for evacuation purposes.

[Evelyn is not so naive to think that Steve won't be lunging through a mirror to take a stab at the creature anyway, but some people still need the reminder.

And speaking of mirrors, the one hanging on the wall behind them, formerly a glossy clean slate, is now spattered with red.

Neither of them seem to notice.
]

The clinic should also be stocked and prepared to service anyone who does get on the Jabberwocky’s bad side. I’m not sure who’s in charge there now, but it’d help to know that our lives are in the hands of some capable doctors.

[They may not have the Vorpal Sword (and who knows what the Queen of Hearts has done with it, but so much for thinking she might be on their side with this), but plenty of people are going to want to fight anyway. Steve can speak from experience there.]

Those of you who do plan to fight, you may as will suit up and arm yourselves now. If we’re going to fight it off, we should attack it in groups. We’ll have a way better chance of slowing it down if we work together. [There’s no place for anyone’s ego here, not now that they’re at the eleventh hour.]

...Which is easier said than done, mind, but blinding it first wouldn’t hurt our chances, [she points out, not at all keen on the idea of attacking the damnable thing but knowing the inevitability.]

Anyone who can handle ranged weapons and has fair aim on moving targets would be appreciated assets. Steve will be organizing some groups, I’m leaving that to him, but assistance with supplies and munitions collection wouldn’t go amiss.

[Should things get exceptionally bad - as in, ‘closets stop working’ bad - it’s best to stock up while they can.]

I know that the odds are against us, here, but let’s not forget that there’s only one of it and a whole lot of us. If we coordinate on this, we stand a chance. [Steve has to believe that. They’re not going to survive this if they go into it assuming that they’re already dead.] If anyone wants to volunteer to contribute to the cause, we’ll need all the help we can get. You can contact either one of us.

[There’s a small look exchanged, as if they’re quietly making sure they’ve covered everything. They nod to each other and then Steve reaches forward to cut the feed.]


[ OOC: Russet is Evelyn and blue is Steve! They will be responding together to each reply. Posting order A -> B -> C. ]
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[That nightmare was... different. Not new, as the stuff of nightmares was something Minato was used to. But different. He had been taking a nap at his desk while working on testing something. Something had been bothering him for a long while already, and it would be a way to distract him from thinking about the dream. The nightmare was the sign of something to come. Like those event announcements. He would just be prepared for it whenever it came.

Thus once he was ready again, he began writing, solving this math problem, then the next math problem and others like it.]


...

[Done. Answers checked out. But what about something... simple?]

42 - 17 = ______

...

........ What's forty-two minus seventeen?

.....

[Blank. How could he not know this? Something had to be wrong. (And it isn't cheating to ask the network!)]
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[ Kevin's grim-faced when he looks into the camera, the neck of a cello extending up past his neck. He'd like to be happier about what he's about to do, but it's pretty bittersweet, especially coming on the heels of everything that's gone on lately, but... Well. Thanksgiving just happened, and he always heavily associates birthday cake with turkey and stuffing and pumpkin pie. His birthday comes close enough on the heels of that holiday that his family would celebrate it all in one go, so it's weird, spending the day without hearing anything about it.

He knows time isn't really passing here, but he feels a year older, and it's not like he'll ever have a birthday again back home. Why shouldn't he take the opportunity to celebrate it now, here, with his new family? He doesn't really want to make it all about him, though, which is why he's here with his cello. ]


Hey. So... It's my birthday. I'd be 19 today if I actually aged any, but since I'm dead back home... I'm just going to go ahead and call this one an official birthday.

[ He picks up the bow for his cello and starts to move into position, holding it against the strings. ]

I know there are others of you out there who can only look forward to more age-less birthdays, so this post is about wishing you guys either a belated happy birthday, or a happy birthday in advance, if it hasn't happened yet. Or maybe we're birthday twins?

[ He starts to play, but then stops. ]

And it's for you guys who are still alive back home, too. Not to discriminate against anyone.

[ And then he moves into playing, and singing, the happy birthday song. He hasn't been practicing every day like he used to, but he gave himself a few warm up rounds before starting the broadcast. ]

Happy birthday to you; happy birthday to you; happy birthday, dear everyone; happy birthday to you.

[ Next comes the sound of a lighter, and then Kevin holds up a cupcake with a lit candle on it. Leaning over, he blows it out, and then gives the camera a small smile before he cuts the feed. ]
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That was like having a really nasty flu. Except I wasn't throwing up my last meal; I was upchucking other things instead. [Ew. Wow, Eren. That's disgusting. Some conversationalist you are.]

...Sorry. Forget that last part. I didn't start this post to gross you out. Something's been bugging me, so I wanted to ask a question.

[Eren seems to be in his room, huddled up under the covers of his bed. There are heavy bags underneath his eyes, as well as the faint traces of long, red gashes running down his cheeks, left over from all of the shifting he'd been doing over the past several days. He should be sleeping it off right now, but as hard as he tries, he can't. There's too much on his mind for that.]

When Wonderland acts up and starts adding memories in your head... They're supposed to go away, after a while, right? Like a few weeks ago, when we all thought that we lived normal lives in a peaceful, little town - your head is supposed to go back to normal, after the incident ends, right?

My body's back to normal, so....

Does that mean that this memory is really mine?
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[ It's late when the video feed kicks on. In the background, the library stretches out behind him, but Blake's seated at a large table with a multitude of crayons and construction paper instead of the usual stacks of books. On the tabletop, a small gray tabby kitten bats around crayons and generally invades Blake's space as he adjusts the camera. ]

Hey, uh... Wonderland. [ He offers a wave as he sits back from the camera propped on the table. ]

Been thinkin' a lot lately. 'Bout this place, 'bout these murders, 'bout the people we meet an' the people we lose, and I—

[ Blake shakes his head. He feels almost instantly like he's made some kind of mistake. Not being a particularly outwardly emotional person, not really one to admit there are chinks in his armor, let alone display them, he can't be sure why he's decided to share with the network this time around.

He reaches to go turn off the feed when his hand is intercepted by that affectionate and persistent kitten, purring and butting against his fingers. Instead of ending the transmission, he scoops up the cat and holds it close to his chest.
]

It's been rough. For a lotta people, not just me. The, uh... the Elrics are gone: Edward and Alphonse. And Jesse Pinkman, too. A— [ He sighs a little. ] —a lotta people, really. 'Specially lately. And it sucks, really sucks losin' family like that.

[ When he looks down at the kitten, he realizes he doesn't have much else to say, that he's probably said enough (or too much). John smiles thinly, scratches at the kitten's ears, and then focuses back on the camera. ]

Anyway, pretty sure I'm not alone in feelin' that way, so... It's late, but if anyone wants to come down to the library, I hear colorin's good therapy and I don't mind sharin' my crayons.

[ He might even draw you a picture. ]

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Nov. 5th, 2014 01:59 pm
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[ Frank is scratching the back of his neck as he turns the network on, looking… well, extremely awkward. He isn’t one for making open posts to the entire network like this, especially when he doesn’t really have anything specific to say.]

Uhm, so I was told it was better to tell people that I’m back. It was… weird, like I was dreaming about something that had already happened to me. I didn’t even really remember this place.

Does that kind of thing happen often? This going-home-but-not-really thing, I mean.
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[ alayne stone wears simple cotton today, pale blue with a hint of silver. her hair is the same color catelyn stark's has been, deep auburn rather than the usual brown. she had not dyed it again yet. she looks worried, a familiar fear sitting there on her brow. however, when she speaks, her voice is clear and it doesn't shake. ]

Good people of Wonderland.

[ a pause ]

To those who have been so kind to me since my arrival, I offer my thanks; to those who have been kind to - her. catelyn stark, during the past week, I offer you my sincere gratitude as well. I fear I have awarded your kindness with a lie. It was not ill meant, I swear it. It was for my own safety and yet a lie it was.

[ she looks aside ]

Wonderland had mocked my mother's memory by giving me her name and making me forget all else. If it ever steals her memory from me, I want others to know of her. Lady Catelyn Stark had auburn hair and blue eyes.

[ exactly like herself ]

She was of house Tully and had married lord Eddard Stark she was a mother to Arya Stark who has been her before and Brandon Stark who has also been here once before. They are both gone, now.

[ for a moment, she almost looks angry ]

Her enemies had killed her and her eldest son Robb and Wonderland has mocked her memory, it gave me her name and it made forget.

[ a breath, small and shallow. ]

I am her eldest daughter. Lady Sansa Stark, sister to Arya and Bran. They are gone and I am the last of my House to be here. My Lady Aunt - Lyanna Stark, she has been here too. For those who have been kind and good to Arya, Bran and Lady Lyanna, I thank you, as their kin.

[ what to say even ]

I hope you shall find it in your hearts to forgive me. I will ask you to still call me Alayne when in company. In a private audience, you may call me as you will.
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Er… hello, Wonderland. [ Carlos gives a bit of an awkward wave at the camera, not sure how to really get this started. Maybe he should have kept it voice-only, but the camera is already on… too late now. ] I have something I need to say… to share, actually, with all of you. In case this affected anyone else besides myself. And if it did, I encourage you to contact me immediately. Verbally, psychically- you can even send an email if you want. Anything is fine.

So there was a strange event a few weeks ago, and… well, I don’t think I have to tell you that. You all were probably there for it. Unless you’re new. In which case, uh. Welcome to Wonderland? [ He smiles, but there's a nervous edge to the expression. ]

In any case… yes. The phenomenon, where individuals from the other side of the mirror came through to our world, and some of us ended up on their side of the glass. That was exactly the type of phenomenon I’ve been waiting for, Wonderland! A chance to see the denizens of this world in action, to meet and examine a Mirror, or to even see the other side…

[ He trails off, expression clouding as he frowns into the camera. ]

The thing is, I think I did see the Mirror side of Wonderland. And I think something mimicking my form and my voice and my pulse and probably everything else about me took my place. I just… I don’t remember it. I don’t remember anything from that event at all. I came-to in my room the day after it was over.

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Oct. 3rd, 2014 10:56 am
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I have a question for everyone here.

[Armin picks a book up off his desk, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll, and shows it to the camera.]

It's about this book.

A long time ago, when I was wondering about the origins of Wonderland, someone referred me to this book. Since then, I've read it several dozen times, and I've gotten a handle on all the different characters and their counterparts here in our Wonderland. But I still have trouble gathering anything useful from it... To me, it's just a bunch of nonsense.

This book does not exist in my world, but I know it exists in others. So many people come into Wonderland with prior knowledge of the setting. So I'd like to ask them-- or anyone else that's read the book-- what is it about? Is there anything in there that we could use that I'm not catching? For example, is it written in code, or does it have some sort of underlying meaning?

I'd appreciate any feedback you can offer. It would help me out a lot.

[Some time later, he adds as an edit:]

I've come across a few new questions-- Why is this Wonderland so much like the book, but not exactly the same? What came first, Wonderland or the book? If the book did, how did it influence this Wonderland? And why does it only exist in certain worlds?
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[There was a brief moment of fumbling as Hange tried to make her recording private to her squad but she failed miserably. She finally moved it away from her and revealed a pale face. She looked tired, fatigued- even the color seemed drained from her lips and the happy smile that normally painted her face was far too weak in comparison. She moved slowly, holding onto the table she was in front of for support as she slowly sat down.]

What a trip last week ended up being.

[Normally she would be laughing about this but she seemed to be more ashamed at the fact she had been bested. She moved slightly, wincing. She couldn't even do her hair the way she normally did because of this pain.]

I might have bitten more than I could chew this round. Well, more like I got bitten and now I think it might be killing me. I am aware there are people here with amazing abilities and I was hoping to receive some aid from any of you who can heal. [She moved around and winced. Her yellow shirt turning crimson. Guess who just soaked through her bandages. She groaned, breath hitching and hesitating before she addressed the video again.]

I'm not sure how I could pay for the service but if anyone knows how to regrow flesh on someone else, we can negotiate some payment.
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[Eren's leaning against what would appear to be the kitchen counter. Fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, it takes him a moment to collect enough composure to look up at the feed. There's something cooking on the stove in the background, and by the way the pan pops and sizzles, one would almost suspect bacon. When he finally speaks, his words sound a little forced.]

Wow. It's been hectic around here lately, hasn't it? Is everyone alright? Everyone back where they should be? I got a little banged up before, but I--

...You know what? No. No. I can't just not say this: 

'The fuck was that?! She just sends the sword off on her stupid pig?! She's lucky I didn't find that piece of junk. I would have shoved it so far up her-- [Right on time, the fire alarm goes off. Who even knew the kitchen had one? Eren, for one, doesn't even know what a battery powered fire alarm is.]

Uhg. I hate this place.
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This is an emergency, Scouting Legion report!

[Okay, so there is some weird stuff going on and Hange is in full-on business mode. Not only is she sporting her three dimensional gear but she's got her swords out just in case she needs to beat anyone else down.]

This is your commander Hange Zoe ordering you to report! Unfriendly's have been engaged. I repeat, unfriendly's have been engaged. I want all scouts in uniform. Be advised, running into potential replicas of our own comrades is possible. I advise extreme caution when approaching anyone. Report back to me for more orders!

[She came across a corner and edged closer around it before continuing her jog down the hall.]

Lumi? Killi? I better hear from you both. Report in! Lightning, don't you stay quiet now. Where are you guys? To everyone else fighting off these intruders, if we work together, we can prevent them from getting what they want. We can't let them find that sword before us!
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[ when the video first comes up, it's upside down, and for the first ten seconds or so all you can see is the bottom part of a shirt - fraying near the bottom - and the top edhe of a pair of sweatpants. there's another pause, and then a huff, and then the video is righted. mikasa frowns down at the screen like she's not really sure this is right, isn't sure she's doing this right, but armin did say if she pushed this button and just talked into here...

she lifts her free hand, which is holding a stuffed head of one of what looks like a training dummy. what's not visible by the eye of the camera is the remains of the rest of it on the floor behind her, or a few of the knocked over punching bags. someone had a little built up stress and didn't really know any other day to deal with it. ]


I don't know what these are called. [ she sees very serious when she says this, like it's a life or death situation. really, she's just incredibly apologetic, but that emotion is hard to muster for an audience. instead. she just tightens her jaw. ] I don't know what to ask the closet.

[ she looks over her shoulder, which opens up enough of the video to make it a little obvious that someone seems to have snuck into the avengers' training area. there are various piece of equipment out and about - mikasa's been here for a couple of hours after all - and mikasa looks like someone who has been working out for a while. there's a tired sort of exhaustion hanging to her shoulders, the corners of her eyes, but when she looks back her expression seems calm. ]

Also- [ she stops, thinks for a second before taking a breath. like she had to convince herself it's okay to just ask this out to everyone. it's not that she's worried, or partically scared of speaking out, but it's not generally something she's used to doing. ] Can I make them bigger?

[ and then, after an awkward pause or two, the feed seems to be flipped over as she looks for the button to turn it off.



for anyone who might want to come find mikasa, she's still going to be training in the gym training area that natasha and the rest of the cast so helpfully set up for the people of wonderland! she's going to be there probably through the rest of the night. feel free to come find her. ]
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[Marco will keep to video since it's kind of easier for him, this texting stuff was hard...to a degree for him. What happened to just writing a letter or something?

With the video on he rubs his cheek before he offers that smile he's known for.]


So, this place is still confusing...but not as bad as when I got here. I'm still kind of amazed with the stuff I've seen and the people I've met here!

[A pause.]

Also...I've noticed that I haven't seen Jean around for a bit now.

[The cadet looks nervous as he says this...he knows Jean can be odd at times or kind of wander off. So he has some concern, he hasn't spoken to him in a bit.]

I tried to call him too and there was no answer. If anyone's seen him let me know.

[A switch of subjects.]

Also, would anyone be interested in doing some surveying of a few places here, or even up for doing anything?
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::Now that the hell that was the latest event was over and Ed was able to take a proper shower and sleep in his own bed again, he feels much better. Enough so that he's taking a break from his usual haunt of the library to set up camp in the diner instead. Granted, he still has books and papers laid out in front of him. He just wanted a place to both work and eat when he gets hungry; he's got both, so win-win.

He keeps working for awhile, taking the occasional sip of coffee before getting back to it before noticing that his comm turned itself on. He raises his eyes skywards for a moment before leaning back in his seat, eyes focused on the camera.::

May as well take this as a hint and take a break. I couldn't help but notice that there's people here from all different points in the timeline and different worlds. I should know, I'm one of the ones that gets the reaction of 'You're from where? And when?'. So I guess I just wanna ask how many others here are from some point before when the majority of people are from and what they're catching up on. Be it history, scientific developments, new ways of entertaining yourself, whatever.

::He thinks for a moment, trying to decide if there's anything else he wanted to add before shrugging and turning off the recording.::

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Sep. 5th, 2014 03:36 pm
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[It seems reality has been shifting around Erwin quite a bit these days. From a prison cell to the vast grasslands of the American Midwest to a mansion, he has taken it all in stride. For now, it's enough that he's alive. The bruising had began to heal, moving around was becoming easier but it was still necessary to rest. That didn't mean that Erwin would be hide though, today he was inspecting the communicator he had found by his bedside. He hadn't had a chance to ask Levi or Hange what it could be so while he had a moment to himself. he had picked it up, turning it over in his hands. In the process, it had switched on, recording him sitting by the window. The right sleeve of his shirt hangs empty, he sets the communicator down on the table to the left of him as the door opened.]

Ah, Hange, come in, please.

[The cheerful commander walked in pleased to him moving around the room. Nothing like restlessness to tell you that you’re healing. She had a plate in her hands that she set aside on the desk in the room before moving over to the window.]

How are you feeling? I’m sure the beds are better on your back than whatever we had on the wagon.

[Erwin peered over at what she had set down on the desk, communicator forgotten. He didn’t try to get up just yet, letting himself lean back against the comfortable chair.]

It was fine, it was certainly much more comfortable than the accommodations I had been enjoying before.

Stop thinking about that. [There was a mild frown on her face as she rested her hands on her hips. Although Erwin had always been the rational mind of the group, it wouldn’t help him put his mind at ease if he kept thinking of such morbid things. Positive thinking works wonders!] I’m glad to see you’re moving around. I brought you a little reward since you’re healing so well.

[Let her give you more reasons to be happy to be alive. It’s in the form of cheesecake.]

We will have to discuss it nonetheless, but now is not the time. [Erwin said as he pulled himself to the feet, hand knocking the communicator off the table to the floor where it shows his slippered feet now.]

What did you bring?

Cheesecake!

[Seeing as how Erwin couldn’t really bend over, Hange scooted over to pick up the communicator realizing it was actually recording. She gave a laugh turning it to Erwin.]

I see you found your communicator. This thing is very useful. It’s a machine that allows you to communicate with someone. It can share your voice or even your surroundings. [She slips into view now, Erwin still visible behind her.]

Hello, Wonderland!



[ooc: both Erwin and Hange will be answering responses, Hange is nosy like that.]

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