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I'm. So. Mad!!

( his voice is loud and high-pitched, angry but more flustered than anything else. jon's careful not to let his tone raise too much--there's no need to shatter everything around him--but he's not quiet, either. sometimes you've just gotta yell!! )

What's--what's the point of all of this?! Why does this place gotta be so--mean?! My dad was here and now he's not, my best friend was here and now he's not, I made--I made friends and now they're gone!! Everyone a-always gets hurt and it's so unfair. I hate it! I--I wanna go home. . I wish this place would just go away for forever.
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No decent person wants a war. However, after the carnival's not-so-Grand Finale, we may not have much of a say in the matter. I propose a spot of basic training. It won't be the first boot camp I've supervised.

[ she exhales and steadies her attention on the device. revealing this sliver of herself is easier than she'd anticipated. it helps, perhaps, that she's shared elements of her story with some acquaintances and friends. details, doled out slowly and in more personal conversations. either way, she volunteers nothing else about her relevant work experience unless asked. ]

If you've never seen combat before, I can show you the fundamentals. If you have, then there is no harm in a refresher. Participation is voluntary. My aim isn't to make soldiers, but to make damn certain we're as ready as we can be. Because there is wisdom in arming yourself with tools you hope won't ever have to use.

We'll begin with a focus on preparedness, on physical conditioning, and on self-defense. Morning through noon, Monday through Saturday, at 0800. The grassy field by the Checkerboard Hills. Come every day, every second day, every third or fourth if you like. But don't you dare be late; I won't tolerate tardiness.

[ and then she waits, leaving the feed open and steeling herself for inevitable conversation. sharp-eyed observers might realize this is the first time peggy carter has addressed the network publicly since her arrival. and back then, ten months ago, it had been via text only. it seems the threat of a war on the horizon has turned her uncommonly chatty. ]
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( After talking with Peggy, Diana has been doing some thinking and writing of her own. She's been in Wonderland long enough to know the general pattern of things and she knows that with every calm, with every lull, there's a new storm on the horizon. She's learned not to trust this place as far as she can throw it but up until now, she's mainly just accepted it and watched to see what information she could glean. Now, though, she wonders if it's not time to act. If enough of them rose up, surely they could do something about it, couldn't they? She doesn't know. What she does know is the longer she's here, the more she loses sight of what's important back home and that won't stand. Today, she's decided to address the network with her thoughts. )

Has anyone here ever fought back against this place? Not against the events that happen, I mean, but against Wonderland itself? I feel like it knows about us on some level, that it's a thinking and breathing organism, and as such can't we find a strategy to take it down?

( Maybe it's a bad idea to ask the network this question but Diana can't help herself. She's beyond being patient and kind in this situation. Instead, she's going to get a little emotional and see if that approach works instead. )
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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.]
kryptomight: (regret weighs so much.)
[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. 1st, 2018 02:26 pm
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[ The video clicks on to show Billy perched on top of a set of high bars in the training center. There’s something different about him, something that maybe can’t be identified right away- three years can be packed with a lot of changes. There’s a certain confidence about him, a more seriousness to his face (and some muscle he previously didn’t have. Someone clearly spent a nice chunk of time at the gym). He’s looking out at the room before his eyes find the camera. ]

This training center was set up three years ago by Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers. It was a place to train, to spar, to hone abilities that might be a little more than average. For a little while it was a place for the Avengers to train.... We’re sorta short on those lately. [ He pauses for a moment and then clears his throat, moving on. ]

Steve always took care of this place before he left, and I sorta started to afterwards, but I notice not a lot of people drop by anymore. I wanted to uh, just make people aware that it was here and that it’s equipped for anyone who wants to use it.

The punching bags are reinforced for super strength, there’s an aerial area for those of us who use flight. Obstacles courses, and training dummies, private sparring rooms in the back. There’s also the start of a simulation room that never actually got finished- if anyone is good with tech that wants to take a look at it by all means. There are also some moving target bots that could use a looking at if anyone is good with robots. [ He’s looking at you Tony Stark. ]

So yeah. It’s here. It’s open to everyone.

[ And one more personal thing. ]

Also, uh, I guess I’m back. Teddy said I was only gone for a week- so I guess that’s what that’s like huh? Did I miss anything?

[ For anyone who drops by, there is now a small easy to miss plaque just inside the doorway declaring the room to be the Rogers/Romanoff Training Center. ]

[VIDEO]

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

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

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


Okay. Okay. Here we go.

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

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

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

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

video

Jan. 24th, 2018 10:26 am
6weeksmax: (why do they keep saying--)
[personal profile] 6weeksmax
[The feed opens in Kat's room. She's standing -- well, more like posing in front of her closet in full-on 90s skater girl clothes (caught a glimpse of the outfit on a magazine, figured why not?), complete with a skateboard. She has never skateboarded in her life, probably. (She's pretty sure about that one. There's no sense of familiarity when she looks at the skateboard. Give her a carburetor, though. Watch her assemble it in like a minute.)

Anyway, this tiny young woman looks like a teenager on a good day, and in this outfit, she looks 15 at best. In any case, she's got a grin on her face like she's been laughing at a good joke for the past 5 minutes.]


This place is pretty sweet! [That's half a lie. She thinks it's cool but she also Really Wants to Go Home before she forgets home altogether.] I'm like 90% sure I don't know how to use this stuff, though, so if somebody wants to teach me, I'm a quick study. It'll take an hour tops.

[Is she joking?? Because that sounds fake. But no, she means it.]

Or someone could teach me how to swim. I bet I can get the sweetest swimsuit outta this closet. Or a surfboard. I'm soooo ready to learn how to surf.

[She's been cooped up in her room for most of the past few days, writing down and/or sketching everything she remembers about home and the team before she forgets it.

Distract her, fellow residents of Wonderland. Please.]
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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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[NYE_Invitation.jpeg]


[Bright and early the morning of December 8th, crisp, embossed invitations will be delivered to every resident in Wonderland - provided that they have a door to deliver to - and for those who might have missed the physical missive, convenient digital copies were sent just as well.

Hosting some sort of holiday fête these last few years has become something of an anticipated exercise in planning and Wonderland tradition, as it were, for Evelyn. While she has never strictly moderated the dress code she does think it would be nice to see people in their best when ringing in the new year, hence the gentle suggestion in terms of attire, but she hardly expects it to be adhered. Black tie is more aspiration than reality.

The public address also serves as a reminder to her that two months have passed since her last network-wide announcement regarding far less savoury subjects, but Evelyn committed to the project and she isn't going to stop no matter how uncomfortable it makes others and herself.
]

I, ah-

[Predictably she is at her desk, rifling through unconventional work (arrangements for the upcoming party, a series of notes regarding gifts she needs to acquire for other residents, and the like).]

I hope that by now you have all received the invitation I left - if not, I've attached it to this recording - regarding the soirée I intend to hold on New Year's Eve, Wonderland willing, I know things are unpredictable here. But I very much hope to see residents in attendance, because as I'm certain many will agree, we could use some levity.

[Evelyn takes a deep, businesslike breath and exhales shortly, reaching for a pen. An empathetic creature at heart, it is difficult for her to demand information from people when she knows that the information itself is hurtful, traumatic.]

...in considerably less festive news I should like to remind residents that I am still keeping track of lost lives. Please contact me if the last couple of months have been unkind.

[One last reassurance:]

I'll be here.
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[ there's some noise behind tony today, hammers and drills working in the background. let your eyes adjust to the image and you might see robots putting pieces into other, newer robots and they all seem to be wearing...santa hats. he seems on the verge of saying something when two others fly through the window. ]

do you mind giving us a moment?

[ at once, they all seem to stand still. he shakes his head. honestly. ]

These are what I call the Iron Legion. There are only ten of them. You might see them flying over the grounds. I send them to examine the terrain. The point is creating a virtual map and making sure it's all quiet out there. They also have some protocols for times of emergency. They can help people find ways of the mansion in case we'll ever need to evacuate.

[ he looks behind him ]

except you, I might just take you apart.

[ it's spoken to the robots; well, to one of them who keeps rustling in the background. ]

they're not armed, they're not here to hurt you, they aren't going to try and interact with you unless you need help. Please don't try to interact with them or shoot them out of the sky, it's kind of important they'll stay in one piece. Look, they're even themed for the holidays.

[ aren't the hats cute? guys? ]
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[Jason woke up inside the mansion, gave it all a cursory look-through, and promptly noped the hell on out of there. Ain’t nobody got time for this Wonderland theme park bullshit - especially not the Red Hood.

Of the available options, the forest seemed like the best way out, so that’s where Jason is now, trampling through the brush, snapping twigs underfoot as he mutters his complaints into the comm device:]


This would be going a lot easier if there had been any vehicles worth taking …

[The sounds of movement stop, and Jason sighs loudly. He is Officially Lost, and he wasn’t in the best mood to begin with, so he’s understandably a little tense in addressing whoever might be listening.]

All right, this is officially stupid, and I don’t have time for stupid. Got much bigger fish to fry, so I’ll get right to the point. Whose head do I have to stuff in a duffel bag to get a map of the way out of here? Tick tock, losers, answer fast – Daddy doesn’t like being kept waiting.

Video

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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( the feed's set to video, but it's fuzzy and dark and hard to make out; jon's standing in a pretty dark area, hair tousled, missing the glasses and usual hat but also missing the superboy jacket he usually wears when he doesn't have the hat and glasses. )

H-hey, guys? I. . uh, I'm kinda lost. ( obviously. he tries for a smile, but it looks pretty strained. ) Is this the tower that Cheshire wa--oh. ( his eyes focus somewhere off behind the screen, wide and more than a little confused. )

Holy heck what-- ( the phone gets dropped, left face down on the floor but there is the pretty distinct sound of fighting--some punches being thrown, some angry growling, a loud thump, before jon's picking it back up again

that hesitant smile's still on his mouth, even if his hair's even more messy, and his clothes are definitely ruined. )
Uh. So I guess there're monsters? If you--uh, if you need help, please call me. Superboy. I'll um. I'll hear you, and if I don't, the other Superboy will!

. . Robin? Can you call me, too? I can't--really focus hard enough to find you like this.
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[personal profile] smilethatbites
[It would be difficult to say where the Cat is exactly, since the scene is simply of the ceiling and him standing on it.]

You'd best get started on your way up. But don't linger. No, it would be too dangerous.

[The Cat lowers itself, settling down with its paws tucked, eyes closed. It almost seems like it's smiling, but it would be hard to tell, it being a Cat and all. Either way, it certainly looks smug as it sits there, its tail dangling in the air. Its twitching just a little at the tip.]

No matter how high you climb, they'll still be there. Waiting.
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ok but I'm assuming there's a welcoming committee? I'd just like to say that I haven't been introduced to the welcoming committee and also, I'm assuming there's a brochure somewhere, something along the lines of 'welcome to wonderland here are 101 ways to get high'?

didn't get that either.

so that said, i'm going to compile a list of every question you must have heard a thousand times before.

✘ this pocket universe is inspired by carrol's wonderland. duh. any signs of a portal? anything?

✘ are the mirrors creepy in a 1984 way or in a creepy-girls-WILL-climb-out-at-night way? super important.

✘ where are the EAT ME and DRINK ME stuff? because I had cookies three hours ago and I'm reporting no change in size. Where do I file a complaint?

✘ how many people's heads have been offed? is that a thing?

✘ is there really a high caterpillar? because meeting the guy's on my bucket list.

✘ HAVE all of the mansion's horses and all of its men tried to put Humpty together again?


also fyi if you see a guy in a flying suit of armor that's just me. don't shoot, it never ends well and also it gives me a serious electromagnetic headache.
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[ The device is easy enough to figure out. Her dad used to have a Palm Pilot like this. She doesn't have to be any sort of engineer to understand how to make a post.

Oh! And there she is, looking back at herself as she records her message. It's like FaceTime! This really is easy-peasy. ]


Hi! [ She waves cheerfully to the network and smiles brightly. ] I'm Emily Locke. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that President Luthor planted another wormhole somewhere in Charm City that I got sucked into somehow. I mean, I don't remember it happening, but he put the last wormhole in Charm City, too, so it's not completely impossible, you know?

Jackie, Teddy, Ron, Wendy? If you guys are here, let me know. I promise to keep hugs to a minimum. Except with you, Ron! I know how much you like hugs! And Van, too. If you're here, let me know.

[ She runs over a checklist of things she should say, her eyes narrowing as her head tilts in thought. And... nope! Her name, check. Looking for her friends, check. ]

One last thing! How great is it that the wormhole sucked us into Wonderland?
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[Frank Castle wasn't a guy who gave a shit if you knew who he was. Still, he'd done enough recon work to know video was a dumb idea--they see your face, sure, but they also can pull all kinds of clues from what's behind you. Hell, he knew a case where they'd been able to calculate a guy's whereabouts from the angle of the goddam sun coming through his window.

So, yeah, no video for you. He ain't stupid. ]


Goddam Wonderland [He spits the words. Stupid name. Stupid place. ] You gotta be shitting me.

I just got one question. [It's a good one, at least? ]

How do I get to this fucking Queen of Hearts?

[When in doubt, hit the hornet's nest with a baseball bat. ]

((ooc: he's on the Roof, btw, if you'd rather run into him up there in all his scowly glory))

[Text]

Sep. 22nd, 2017 06:35 pm
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[personal profile] beardman
It's strange. When you're out in the muck and the mess of the war you find yourself dreaming of getting away from it, but then you end up in a place like this with glowing magic traps and you think, "Ah, you know, maybe it weren't so bad back there!"
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[Sent to: Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Jon Kent, Cissie King Jones]

Ok, team movie night. You have one hour to meet me in the Youth Center before I come looking. That includes you, Tim. Anything else is inconceivable.

P.S. I'm bringing popcorn and pizza.


[And with that, Bart goes back to getting set up. It's not like they can't reach him anywhere.]

[OOC: Feel free to find him setting up to grab his friends and sit them down for a nice showing of "The Princess Bride." He's not going to toss anyone out, although rift shenanigans are an option.]
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[personal profile] mulletrock
Pro-tip:
Relity sucks.
For everyone. Not just you.
Its a rule or something. No ones got it easy. Especially around here.

Do yourself a favor and leave the tears and glowing bullshit alone.
Nothing goods ever open 24/7, kids.
Just legs and gas stations
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[Rick is in his lab, and there are two huge, glowing tears in the world intersecting in midair behind him. Rick looks--different. He's kind of see through. He's kind of floating. He's kind of a ghost. He's even phasing through his desk to drive the point home.]

[He looks pretty dang miffed about this situation, but the ghost thing might be a bit less noticeable than the fact that Rick's entire room is filled to the brim with puppies. Puppies of all shapes and sizes, and there's at least twenty in sight and the occasional tail or nose passing across the screen indicates that there's a lot more in the room than just that.]

[Rick's door is also open. Anyone on the third floor might hear a whooooole lot of barking. There's something like seventy puppies wandering up and down the hallway.]

[Rick gives an exasperated sigh.]


So obviously don't touch the rips in space, but a-also don't bother trying to analyze them from a distance or send in probes or wh-whatever because that sets them off too.

[Ghost Rick takes a swig from his ghost flask.]

Fuck this, there's a-already like twe-UURRL-lve other Ghost Ricks and I'm not a fucking conformist.

[A puppy walks right through his middle and starts sniffing at the camera, promptly knocking it over. The puppy then picks the phone up in its teeth and runs away.]

[All that's heard from Rick is a distant "god damn it."]

video;

Sep. 17th, 2017 05:42 am
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Hey, guys! [ Wearing a pretty sweet red and blue hoodie (his uniform, as it were), Jon raises a hand to give a wave to the feed with a sheepish smile on his lips. The angle of the camera shifts after a moment, showing a decent amount of computer hardware running behind him, though the screens are a bit too far away to make out what's on them. Sitting at one of them is some other tiny nerd. ]

Robin and I uh. . found some stuff, yeah. Since most've this stuff seems to belong to someone else, we wanted to see if anyone wanted their stuff back. . ?

[ Jon gets pushed aside because he is obviously doing this wrong. ] You’re forgetting that first we will need proof of ownership, Superboy. These items could hold someone’s very life at stake and can’t be handed off to some stranger.

[ The camera pans over to where some notes and a pill bottle with it’s label ripped off rest. A hamster scurries across the table and nibbles at the tip of a page for a moment before Jon reaches a hand out and picks it up. ]

Paper isn’t good for you, Hammy-Bruce. Anyway--if either of these’re yours, and--[ Mumbles to himself for a moment, under his breath. Something something, Robin’s real rude. ]--you can prove it’s yours, I’ll come run it to you?

His name isn’t “Hammy-Bruce” it’s “Bat-Hamster!” [ Robin is heard complaining in the background before the feed cuts off. ]

Video;

Sep. 16th, 2017 10:08 pm
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[personal profile] actualwizard
Hey guys. [ He gives a small wave because he's a dork.] It seems like Wonderland is giving us gifts again. [ "Gifts" actually because its never actually a gift, there's usually a catch. ]

Since this never actually happens for no reason there has to be a catch. There's always a catch. I got this. [ He holds up a journal with a hand on the front. ]

Anyone have any idea what this is? It seems like a spell and information book about Gravity Falls. I'm assuming it belongs to someone here? [ He remembers an event, but he's not sure if they are still here. ]

Uh, so, yeah. If anyone has any ideas let me know.

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Sep. 16th, 2017 07:44 pm
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[personal profile] plutonicideals
[When the video opens, it's honestly just Riley holding up the superboy tshirt that she got.]

Soooo, I got this, but it smelled sweaty so I bet it already belongs to someone else! Does this look familiar to anyone?
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[personal profile] krmvgivv
[Dipper's sitting in his room, holding a red-wrapped piece of paper and looking very seriously at the camera.]

So, I just received a very interesting package–Mabel and I both did–I mean, we each received a different package, and… [He holds his up, then holds the note up to the camera.

It reads: In the search for something lost, do what you know you must. -RQ]


So clearly they're important, and I thought it'd be best if we open them nice and slowly and everyone can have a chance to see and weigh in, cause this is definitely a puzzle, and–

[–and Mabel shoves her way into frame violently, pushing Dipper aside and slamming a jar in front of the camera. The jar contains (1) blue eye that darts around in confusion at being jostled so savagely!! For a hot moment, Mabel does not care about that. She’s too busy looking a bit frantic.]

THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. This is the moment I’ve been training for since I first met Alice. [She balls a tiny hand into a fist.] I have one of her eyes, man. But that’s one more eye than I had before!

[She’s… definitely going at this with all the passion of a drill sergeant.] So my question is… Who’s got the other one? [SUSPICIOUS SQUINT. YOU BETTER NOT BE HIDING IT FROM HER. SHE WILL FIND YOU.

Dipper looks annoyed at the intrusion until he sees just what it is she has, at which point he looks shocked and amazed, one hand going to his head.]


Mabel, that's amazing! Oh my gosh, we have to find the other eyeball and figure out where the heck she hangs out when she's not announcing events… I'm going to get a clipboard!

[Whoops dashing offscreen now. There's a thump. Followed by an "I'm okay!" then another thump.

Mabel watches all of this with increasingly more pained flinches at Dipper tripping over everything, all while hugging the jar close to her chest.]
Um… We’ll be right back, guys.

[She flicks the camera off.]
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[Even before everything that's happened these past few months, Rip hadn't been one to openly broadcast over the network. Each time save the last has been out of simple necessity. And in a way, he supposes this time is too.

They had friends here, each of them. They had made their impact.

He's in his room when the feed starts. Maybe some would recognize it after that ridiculous karaoke party Leonard and Mick decided to host there following the whole Chronos affair.]


For those that were acquainted with them, it would seem that Sara Lance, Mick Rory, and Leonard Snart have been sent back to their world.

[Two to live (in spite of Rip's best efforts, in Sara's case). One to die.

Perhaps he should say more. The feed continues on, Rip's eyes looking down rather than at the camera. In the end, however, a minute or two goes on in silence before he simply reaches for the device to turn it off.]
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VIDEO

[So she was wrong. She didn't just make it to the Surface. She made it to another world entirely, or so the pamphlet she read seemed to indicate.

She's done crying now. When she turns on the video, her normally yellow eye looks more reddish and puffy, but other than that, there's no indication that she was just weeping openly at the sky. The network is greeted to a one-eyed, blue-scaled fish woman with fins on each side of her face, her head mostly bald save for a long, bright red ponytail.

She looks all business, as she clears her throat, currently sat at a desk. And then she smiles, a mess of very large fangs revealing themselves, as if she were part anglerfish.
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Attention humans!! I have an announcement to make.

I'm going to need each and every one of you to explain to me why I shouldn't KILL YOU ALL!!!

[Suddenly hit with a flash of energy, she summons a bright blue magical spear from thin air, half climbing onto the desk as if to rush every human watching through the screen itself.]

I'M DECLARING WAR ON HUMANITY!!! EVERYONE, LINE UP AND FIGHT ME FAIR AND SQUARE!!! I'M TAKING THIS WHOLE MANSION DOWN!!!

I'll be waiting on the grass out front, you punks!! NGAAAAAAAAH!!!

[And with that, her broadcast ends.

She can be found afterward on the grass near the gardens in front of the mansion, around where she first arrived. If anyone noticed her weeping openly at the sky earlier, you definitely imagined it, because she is far from tears now. She's just continuing to marvel up at the sun, squinting at it and muttering things like, "I'll get you, punk," and, "You think you can just float up there, huh??" under her breath.
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