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They say that keeping secrets is bad for our wellbeing.

[And Pearl knows a whole lot about just how bad keeping a secret can be for one's wellbeing, especially when said secret is forced into her and she is physically unable to speak the truth even thousands of years after the matter.]

[Yes, that hurts quite a bit.]

So I was thinking that we could all partake in an anonymous confessional! I'll go first, of course.

[She wonders if the truth would work over text, but oddly enough, she is too scared to try in front of so many people. Not scared that she could be free from the burden at last, but scared that it will be just as fruitless, and she'll have to face the reality of her apparently eternal mental captivity once more. Clinging to that little glimmer of possibility feels infinitely better than destroying it outright.]

[It wouldn't make sense to anyone but a few, anyways. Someday, somehow, the time will come. Hopefully. Maybe. Stars and heavens above, please. But for now, she had something a bit easier to stomach.]

Okay. Okay.
I like watching humans sleep sometimes.
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[Turing is sitting on their bed, which is...surprisingly very clean. It makes sense, their a ROM, they don't need to sleep. (But why do they have a bed in their room?)]

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

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

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

I look forward to seeing your pets!
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[The video opens on Tim looking fairly composed and not like he's having an Extremely Bad Day.

He is, in fact, having an Extremely Bad Day. Turning up to bother your little brother-person and finding him completely gone with no trace will do that. He's looked around for any hint that Damian will be back, but there's nothing, and so that means that someone has to make an announcement. And apparently today, that someone gets to be him.

He is Totally Fine. Really.]


I'm sorry to have to be the one to make this announcement: Damian Wayne seems to have returned home.

[And if he hasn't and is just messing with Tim in a really, exceptionally cruel way, Tim will have to kill him.

He probably isn't, though. Tim shakes his head, realizing he's been staring at the camera too long.

The video ends.]
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closed/private to Legion; arrival )

[When Shepard makes her debut back on the network, it's a few hours later, but she still looks like absolute hell. There are a few pieces of her armor that seem to have melted into her clothes, burns, bruises and cuts up both arms and over her face. Her lip is still split in two places and her eyebrow still bleeds down the left of her eye, plus that she sounds perpetually out of breath. But that's why it's important she make this address now, because otherwise she'll be out of Wonderland another day. She's laid back on her bed, propped up against the wall, the communicator sitting in her lap and broadcasting directly upward so it catches the top of her chest and her face. She's not looking directly into the camera, just off some other direction, but it's close enough.]

Hey, uh... provided people are still here. I need a healer. Or a doctor. Or like twenty doctors. Normally I would... say either or. But anythin' right now... would not suck.

Floor 5. Room 107. Door's open.

[And the feed ends.]
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(As always, to those unfamiliar with them, Legion will seem calm. To those who know them well enough, however, the flashing lights and fluttering headflaps tell a different story.)

Shepard-Commander is gone.
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Good afternoon, everybody! [Pearl glances at the clock in her room.] Oh dear. It's late.

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

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

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

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

[The feed cuts off.]

( OOC note: whether Pearl cleaned your character's room or not is completely 100% optional! feel free to respond even if she didn't )
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Action prompt with DDLC spoilers and content warnings behind cut )

[Network]

[By the time Sayori's discovered her phone, she's not much calmer than she was before... but it's not like anyone can hear or see her over text anyway. Time to put on her best cheerful smile!]

Hello!! Does this phone belong to anyone? I just found it, but I'd hate to use it if it's someone else's (つ﹏<。)

Ohh and my name is Sayori! I just kind of... woke up here? This place is too big to be my room!!
(○A○)
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Excuse me... I found this old phone on the ground.

[ And when he'd tried to dial a number for the police he couldn't get it to work, but it seemed to be working okay now..? If this feed was actually going to anyone, anyway. He sure hoped so. ]

I was wondering if anyone out there has a working phone? I seemed to misplace mine. I'd like to call a taxi if that's possible.

[ The last thing he wanted to do was spend the night in some weird large building. ]

video.

Feb. 20th, 2018 06:44 am
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Whoa! Okay, I think I've got it.

[ The young man on screen looks rather disheveled, and very flustered. He tries for a smile, but it collapses into a sheepish grimace halfway, and he looks away from the camera. ]

W-well, I can say this wasn't where I expected to end up when I opened the door to my apartment... Man, maybe I've been overdoing it with all that overtime.

Umm, hi there, if anyone's listening. This place isn't dangerous, is it? Should I be worried?

[ He reaches up to rub at the back of his neck. ]

I hope this thing's on. Can anyone hear me?
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Hey so like, do you think there's a way for Wonderland to just stop having events? Like, what if we found Wonderland's...brain, or whatever, cause this place is like kinda sorta alive almost? What if we found Wonderland's brain and just went up to it like "dude hey, stop doing events. Just like stop effing with us."

Like I get that Wonderland needs something from us and we're all just glorified batteries while we're here, but we could make a deal with it or something? Yanno? I'd voluntarily give up some words or phrases or whole memories or whatever if it meant just, no more effing events. Do you think we can just do that?

Or maybe just stop having murdery events or events where people have to relive their worst memories or shit like that, that'd be nice. I mean like, come on, there's no reason for this bullshit. Just like have fun or nice events. Or frick, have them be optional. If Wonderland has enough magic to create entire worlds then it should have enough magic to just not eff with us and like, figure out an alternative.

Like, come on.
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[personal profile] kryptomight
Hey, Wonderland.

I know some of you were super excited to see Superman around, but... he went home a few days ago.
I waited a little while to say anything, because I figured he might come back, but he hasn't.

Wiccan was looking to put together a team of superheroes here in Wonderland, too.
Does anyone have any good ideas for a team name? I guess "Super Friends" isn't cool enough. I think I'll make a poll later with the best ones.
And do any superheroes out there maybe want to join in?

Video

Feb. 15th, 2018 04:21 pm
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Um... hello, everyone. I'll try not to other you, and make this quick. I just had a few things to say.

[To make sure she's doing this right, she has a small notepad. page flip.]

First... during that zombie event, when were trapped in our fantasies... Several of you tried to help me get out of that place, and even though I was really stubborn, I really appreciate what you did. So, thank you.

[page flip.]

Second, Valentine's Day was yesterday. Normally I would have given my friends some chocolate, but, um, since we just had an event, I wasn't sure if anyone would be in the mood to have some... B-But I'll be making some in the kitchen, so if you still want one, you can come here and take some.

[page flip.]

And last, um... I write down what happens every day in my journals, but lately I was thinking, I'd like to start putting photos in there too... Of both good and bad memories. So I was going to ask the closet for a camera... b-but I don't know a lot about cameras. So, um, I guess, I just wanted to know if anyone had any suggestions or tips about that kind of thing...?

[She double-checks her page... nothing forgotten, and not too many apologies! Success! She looks very proud of herself.]

Th-that's all! Thank you, chocolates, and cameras! Th-thanks for listening.

((OOC: feel free to go action if you want chocolates!))
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[Tweedledee and Tweedledum appear sitting together in the garden. They’re sitting sideways on a bench, back to back and barefoot. They seem to not be aware of how cold it is or of the snow around them. Notably, there are no footprints in it.]

It may not hurt now, but it will.

Or it did.

We’re not really sure which anymore.

But remember--

And we’ll only say this once--

Smaller things are more likely to be stepped on.
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[ When Liv appears on the screen, she's in a nice off-white sweater with a hint of gold sparkle to it, full face of makeup and nervously smiling. She gives a wave, then lets out a breath she's been holding. ]

I have a confession. And some of you know. Some of you who know me don't know, and everyone else...

[ She pauses, looking down a little. Is this the right thing? Hell if she knows. It's not like she's in a place the size of Seattle. Maybe now's the time to just come clean. ]

The rest of you don't need to know but uh...at this point if someone found out by word of mouth I feel like it'd suck more, so.

My name is Liv. I've been living here since the summer. And...I'm a zombie.

[ She pauses for a beat. ]

Obviously from a different zombie world than the rest of you. I'll answer your questions now: Yes, I eat what you think I eat but the closet provides it for me. I only act like the maniac you'd expect when I'm hurt unexpectedly and then I'm super strong and just kind of...grunty. But I can help, I do help. I've saved people. I've died here. Yes, I'm technically dead right now, but I still look great?

I guess those are the hard-hitting questions. If you have any others I'll be here to answer them.

Please don't try to kill me. I'll just come back.

So I guess that's it. Now you all know, and I can breathe easier. Ish. Well, not breathe. Whatever, you know what I mean.
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 [It's May-May and the Hog, comin' at you live in the AM!!

Except it's really just Mabel broadcasting from her perch on top of the receptionist's desk in Angel Investigations with Boris the boar sitting on her lap. She looks... troubled, to say the least. And a bit nervous.]


Hey, guys. Mabel here. [She waves, uncertainly.] That was some event last week, huh? [Her laughter is strained and peters out awkwardly.] I guess since Dipper told you about the zombies and stuff, you figured out that it was our event. Both sides of it- the zombies are all on Dipper, since I told him not to raise the dead, and he did it anyway.

[It doesn't sound nearly as accusatory as one would expect- it's just a fact.]


The rest of it was... [she huffs, blowing an errant lock of hair out of her face.] Look, some of you guys weren't here when I first showed up in Wonderland, and some people even still don't know that I used to be a liiiittle bit... okay with what Wonderland did, if only because it kept me from real life, which is terrible, by the way. I knew that summer was ending in Gravity Falls, and I wanted someplace where it could feel like summer forever.

And then I went back home, and somebody tricked me- not naming names, but he knows who he is- [she looks around shiftily, and then adds, in a scathing tone] Bill. [ahem. moving on.] They told me I could have a little more summer if I traded them something that pretty much doomed the world. I didn't know that, at the time, but let that be a lesson to you- don't give people things that look evil or important, no matter what they're offering you.

Anyway, so Gravity Falls got plunged into crazytown because I wanted reality to go away. And I got trapped in this bubble, and... What you guys saw was my bubble. A world that was just for me that I could hide in, where anything I wanted I could have, but there was so much going on underneath it that you stopped to think about it, it was actually kinda awful.

Sorta like Wonderland, right? That's... definitely what I thought when I came back here after that. 

[she sighs, realizing she's just babbling on.] I know, I know. "C'mon, Mabel, just get to the point." And... This is the point. I know Wonderland is really bad- like really, really bad- but there's a lot here that makes it worth staying in. Free stuff from the closets, awesome new friends you wouldn't have met otherwise, new experiences, new pets. [She holds up Boris.] And it's fine to think that- there's nothing wrong with enjoying Wonderland. Hating everything about it is kinda dumb, if you ask me. We all have things we like.

But, at the same time, no matter how bad your life is back home, you can't just decide a fantasy is better in comparison. I learned that the hard way- I mean, you guys saw how tempting Mabelland was. It's important to remember that Wonderland isn't forever. So appreciate what we have here, but don't forget about what's beyond that. Reality's just as scary as Wonderland is, and it doesn't have magic closets, but it's where we're supposed to be. 

And I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna keep making the most of my time here until I have to go back home. [she smiles, and this time she sounds more sure of herself.]

[VIDEO]

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

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

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


Okay. Okay. Here we go.

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

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

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

We can communicate through... uh, this -- [ She shakes the device a bit, the video going a bit Blair Witch Project for a second. ] -- thing, but I am open to meeting in person for a cup of tea or something, if you'd prefer.
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[Jolyne's...pretty much done with this. Sorry guys. She's not usually a complete killjoy, when the event doesn't seem so bad, but you know what? The hell with this. She's not a fan of Wonderland pulling bullshit like hey remember your friends! They're back! But kind of like pod people. Oh and here's the complete works of Lisa Frank come to life. That's kind of okay, but she's not here for the first thing. Not at all.]

So we've got what, a couple days left of this shit?

[Not the best start but she's done. You know who else is done? Mr. Stuffed Animal Tree in the background who seems to be sporting a bandaid on his forehead. Or where it would be if trees have a forehead? Yeah yeah, turn all spooky, she's done with your crap too buddy.]

I know, I know, it's not so bad, but I think I'll be happier when things go back to normal.

[She just sighs, muttering to herself.]

Man, I wanted to see my friends again, but not like that.

[And because she's continuing to gripe, the tree starts rustling in the background, which prompts Jolyne glare over there.]

Oh give me a break, save that crap for someone who cares.

[She'll stop the video here before she gets into a fight with the damn tree again.]
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[Dipper is... not enjoying this event. He's holding the camera close to his face, eyes darting furtively around him, but it's pretty clear the sugary beauty of fake-Mabelland has melted away leaving him in a nightmare zone.]

So, uh, hey guys. Sorry I haven't spoken up sooner, but I think this might be a double-us event? Cause like, me and Mabel felt really sick when we woke up at first and it took a little while to feel better. But yeah.

This looks a whole lot like the prison Bill, the triangle not the lizard, built for Mabel when he took over Gravity Falls and tried to destroy the world. You've probably already figured out it's gonna try and offer you whatever you most want to entice you not to want to escape. But it's all fake.

[A beat.]

Of course, when you acknowledge that it's fake, uh, there are some... consequences. [He turns the camera to show a rampaging Dippy Fresh, plus a few teddy bears that would be adorable if they weren't rotting with glowing eyes. How is cloth rotting? Some questions are not meant to be answered.]

So that's where the other side of the event comes in. These are our zombies. From Gravity Falls. The only way to defeat them? Is to sing. Yes, really. I know how it sounds. But I mean it, three part harmony will make their heads explode.

[He offers a strained smile.]

Good thing we have all these-- [He breaks off, frowning slightly. What are they called again?] Song... word machines, right?
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[personal profile] beatupgrass
 

[here is Rocket.


Rocket is pissed off (not unusual).


Rocket looks like he has the worst headache known to man.]


I'm pretty sure this event is tryin' to blind me, which is fine, 'cause I'm already sick of lookin' at this crap.


[In the background, a bunch of adorable anthropomorphic animals skip buy, all of them wearing shirts, but no pants. Rocket yells behind him:] PUT ON SOME DAMN PANTS, YOU PERVERTS.


[Shuddering, he turns back to the group.] I don't know what this is about, but I know I don't wanna any part of it and- [he stares off-camera for a second, squinting.] Wait. Is that a throne made out of guns? That seems really dangerous... and yet.


[He looks back at the camera.] I'll be right back.


[He does not come right back.]

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[Uncharacteristically, the Dormouse is tossing and turning quite a bit in his sleep. There's some muffled murmurs, and then he rolls enough that he tips the teacup he's napping in right over, and he spills out onto the table, in whatever tearoom he's in.]

Ugh...it's so...briiiiiight in here...how's anyone s'pposed to sleep in so much neon?

[He nearly jars himself awake, but starts to nod off again quickly enough.]

Should be deeply dreaming...not deeply...depressing...but what happens when we're done with dreams? Are they....done with us...?

[He doesn't answer. Instead he climbs inside an empty tea pot and pulls the lid over himself, hiding in a little dark chamber.]

Ahh...now it's not so much...muchness...

[It seems like there would be more, but he just starts snoring inside the tea pot.]
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[As usual, when the camera turns on, Shepard looks a little stressed. When is she not, if we're being real here. She's not as serious as the last time she was on the network, but this is obviously a prepared address. As usual, her torso and head are in view, as she's broadcasting from her omni-tool on her left arm currently swung around to her front.]

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

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

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

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

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

[A small pause.]

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

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

Shepard out.
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Along with a mansion made of gingerbread, this Christmas brought us a party with an unknown host. Tame by Wonderland Christmas standards, but still perplexing.

[A picture of the invitation is embedded.]

Both the Queen of Hearts and the Red Queen thought the other was responsible for the party, and denied their own involvement.

[A clip of their argument is embedded.]

The party included a donation box collecting memories for an unknown cause. The party host has yet to come forward, so there is no way of ascertaining whether they provided the box or not.

[There are photos of both sides of the card. The donated word itself, of course, will not stick in the mind of anyone who gave it up.]

I placed a bug and tracker in the box. The tracker stayed in location for a while, then moved rapidly away from the ballroom before the signal stopped working. The bug did not pick up any noises that would pinpoint an identity or location.

There is another player at work here, one who also uses the heart symbol and appears to have power enough to rival the two known queens.

The White Queen would be a suspect, but her death has been confirmed by the Cheshire Cat and the Red Queen. Are there other Queens out there? "None that I'm aware of," stated the Red Queen. "But it is possible there could be others. Anyone who reaches the eighth square can become a Queen. Even Alice could become a Queen." When pressed on what precisely the eighth square is and who qualifies as "anyone", she refused to provide details. The Queen of Hearts refused to comment.

The only one of Wonderland's more permanent cast to make an appearance at the party was the Duchess, whose head is now reattached to her body. Although she didn't make an appearance, one of our residents wanted to be certain the Red Queen knew she'd be welcome if she chose to attend.


[There's an image of Frisk next to a red banner with silver letters reading WELCOME BACK RED QUEEN!!!!]
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[Time for Wonderland's fifth annual Japanese KFC Christmas! The diner has been decorated just like everything else in the Mansion. Of course, like every year, Souji's made his own additions, with Minato's help. They've dragged out the Colonel (it took them several tries to get one that wasn't made of gingerbread) and in the background of the feed, Minato is stringing him with twinkling fairy lights.

Souji isn't helping. Sitting at the counter in front of a small army of strawberry Santas, he's holding one in one hand, looking at it from all angles, as though deciding which direction it's best to attack from. To the side are several undecorated Christmas cakes, which Minato will be tending to once he's finished helping the Colonel get dressed.

Realizing the device is recording, Souji sits up a bit straighter, because he totally wasn't slacking off.]


The diner's ready for anyone who wants to eat fried chicken. [He smiles a little. In the background, Minato waves to the camera.] We do this every year, but if you weren't here before, it's a tradition from home. In Japan--the Japan I'm from anyway--we eat fried chicken and Christmas cake each year.

We'll be making it from now until Christmas, as long as things stay like they are now.

[I.e. without too much ridiculous chaos going on.]


[Note: Both Minato and Souji will answer responses (separately from one another). Feel free to have Mirrors wander in as well. There is enough chicken and cake for everyone.]
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[The Red Queen appears on the video standing, poised, in the entranceway in front of the giant cookie Christmas tree. She gazes at the camera for a moment, as though waiting until she has everyone's attention, before speaking. Her message is broadcast on both the real side and mirror side networks simultaneously.]

Good morning, dear Real Things. I've been remiss so far in not appearing before you. By way of apology, I've arranged for a special holiday treat for you all. Dear Bill has implemented it beautifully.

[She raises both hands and gives a quiet clap before lowering them again, clasped in front of her. She's smiling serenely.]

Let me also say that the dear Mirrors are invited over should they wish to enjoy the festivities. You do deserve to have fun some of the time. I've even arranged special gifts for you a little later on.

In parting, I will give you this advice: Do not overindulge. Too many sweets before bedtime can upset your stomach and ruin your dreams.

[There's another brief pause, which she spends smiling, as though letting her words sink in. Then the video ends.

She will be available over the network to answer responses, but should anyone venture to the entranceway looking for her, she will not be there for in-person audiences.]

anon text

Dec. 2nd, 2017 04:51 pm
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[personal profile] naughty_nurse
What do you do when someone breaks your trust in them? Is there a way to regain it? Should it be regained? How do you learn to trust anyone again?

[And then, after some time...]

[PRIVATE VOICE TO FIDDLEFORD]

Is the offer for memory erasure... s-still open?

((OOC: unless stated otherwise, all her replies will be anon!))
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[The Twins are seated on one side of a round table covered in a deep purple cloth. A deck of cards is spread out in front of them, face down. There's also a small velvet bag sitting to one side on the tabletop. A few people might recognize this as their fortune-telling stand.

The two of them look at the camera with serious expressions, and when they begin to speak, their tone is solemn.]


Do you have a dark side to you?

Everyone does, don't they now?

How deep down is it hidden? How much does it see the light of day?

It will be seeing plenty of it soon.

Don't expect the heat to slow it down. Nothing can stop it once it gets going.

Nothing but you.
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[Oh look, it’s Mabel and Dipper again. And… Well, Mabel is crowding in front of the camera right now, so it’s more “Mabel and Dipper’s face squished off to the side. SHE IS VERY EXCITED OKAY.]

Good morning, Wonderfriends! ...Or whatever the time is, since time’s relative here.

Are you tired of not knowing what’s really going on? Are the pamphlets you get when you arrive just too boring and lack both detailed information and color. Do you really not know who all those people who announce events are and why they’re so important?

Well, look no further, ‘cause Angel Investigations has the guide for you.


[Dipper finally manages to push Mabel out of the way enough to get his face more firmly in view, shooting her a frustrated look in the process. WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS.]

Not that the pamphlets aren't great! [EVIE IS HIS HERO HE WILL SAY NOTHING AGAINST HER HARD PAMPHLET WORK.] But they really just scratch the surface and, well, once you're a little more settled in, sometimes you might want all the information in one convenient place rather than having to go digging for it.

[He holds up a small booklet.]

Presenting Dipper and Mabel's guide to Wonderland! Your one stop guide for detailed Wonderland basics.

[Mabel pushes her way back into frame again, gripping Dipper’s shoulders in a sort of hug-tackle so he’ll stay down.] With drawings made by me! Mabel!

[He pushes his way up again, squeezing into the bottom of the frame and scowling.]

And useful information compiled and summarized by me, Dipper.

[He straightens, trying to look as professional as he can considering Mabel basically has him in a headlock.]

We've also got a digital version for people who like having less paper. Come down to Angel Investigations and get your copy today!
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[The first thing anyone sees, even before the person posting...is a little pig, in one of the tea rooms. It snuffles and sniffles and sweeps the room for signs of danger, and once it is satisfied it trots away.

Then in a blink, Alice is standing in the middle of the room, pig cradled in her arms. And for the first time ever on the network, her face has wide blue eyes. She's a bit frantic, but otherwise unharmed.
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I think I'm starting to get used to doing that on purpose... Ah, hello everyone! It's...been some time, hasn't it?

[Even Alice can't seem to hide the fact that it's rather awkward to suddenly have eyes when she did not before. The pig squirms and she lets it down, as she's discovered it's wisest to listen to what the Duchess' pig wants.]

I'm so sorry to interrupt everything, but I need to warn you all! Something-- something terrible is going to happen soon! I don't want to cause anyone alarm, but it may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

[It's all distressing, and Alice crouches down to the pig's level so she can play with it's ears absently as she talks. It lets her.]

I'm afraid I still can't explain how I know, and the details are...rather distressing. But I promise, I'd never lie to all of you! I could never!

[She's adamant about that much at least. Even if her message isn't clear, there's more clarity in the way she speaks about it - she understands the importance of these messages now, in a way she'd forgotten for so long.]

Please, everyone. Take care of yourselves this weekend. I think it may be all you can do.

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Oct. 17th, 2017 10:46 am
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[Ishimaru hasn't really been at a hundred percent since Mondo's arrival in Wonderland and the difficult news he brought with him. A lot has been weighing on his mind, but over time he's managed to gain some comfort and regain some of his energy by throwing himself into his studies and focusing on them. And during the last event, he mostly spent time coordinating people in the safe zone while in his pajamas. Now that things have quieted down again, it seems like the time to address everyone.

And so, on this day he addresses everyone with an energetic message! He goes on cheerily, although every now and then his cheer fades a bit.]


Greetings, people of Wonderland! In case you have not met me, my name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru! I believe in bold simplicity, and through hard work I have earned the title of Super High School Level Public Morals Committee Member! Even though I've been trapped here in Wonderland, I am still doing everything that I can to continue my educational crusade in this world, and I highly encourage anyone to join me! If you find me at the library or the youth center, you are more than welcome to study with me. Let's all do our best!

In fact, I would also like to encourage everyone to help me with my studies right now! Please help me in one of two ways. Either quiz me on any subject, or teach me about something from your world. You could even do both if you so please! I would highly appreciate any help. ...Y-you can also talk about the value of second chances here in Wonderland! [Just in case Mondo is listening. He then closes with a hurried bow.]

Thank you for your time, and may you all have splendid days!

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