kryptomight: (all my hot pockets are gone. .)
[personal profile] kryptomight
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.

04 | Video

Apr. 17th, 2018 04:07 pm
talesuntold: (7)
[personal profile] talesuntold
Good afternoon, my darlings.

That last event was a rough one for a lot of people, and I know some of us are also bracing for what comes next. I'll be in the kitchen for the next four hours, and I'll take requests the whole time I'm there. I think we could all use a little comfort food, or some distraction.

Requests don't necessarily have to be culinary in nature. I'd be delighted to improvise a poem or tell you a story. An off-the-cuff Scheherazade, with bonus cookies.

Come keep me company for awhile.

[Of course, certain people don't have a choice in the matter. She has conchas baking for Seth, cookies for Wirt, all her teammates' favorites, and so on. Friends and acquaintances who fail to show up may well find Maggie at their doors afterward with a plate in hand.

Even a few people who might not expect it, if she's ever had reason to worry about them.

Maggie is going to start climbing the walls if she doesn't find meaningful ways to fill up her days here. This takes care of one day.]
slapfight: (△ a blind spot in your gnome field)
[personal profile] slapfight
 [Iiiit's Peridot. Standing in the garden and holding the camera of her communicator close to her face.]

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

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

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

[she takes a deep breath.] DON'T TOUCH THEM. Or else.
mrsarcastic003: (Frowning Tim)
[personal profile] mrsarcastic003
[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?
thevulnerability: (✥ gotta get my feet on the ground)
[personal profile] thevulnerability
[ Chloe has been a nursing a heavy duty hangover thanks to drowning her sorrows a little too intensely at the Galentine's Day festivities the night before. Eventually she's found her way to the network, though, begrudgingly as it is - and looking about as badly as she feels. ]

Lucifer Morningstar is temporarily out of the office. Deux Lux will stay open, though, I guess I'm just running it for the time being.

[ She reaches out to shut off her camera, hesitating for a moment before she adds: ]

This place seriously sucks sometimes.

[ Kay now she's done. ]
cloned: (dreconcarne008)
[personal profile] cloned
[The kid on screen certainly looks like Kon, though it's obvious he's younger. His face is softer and rounder, his body not quite as bulky as it'll get once he starts to fill out. And then there's his costume. It's certainly something all right. Complete with earring, fade cut, and leather jacket, not to mention way too many non-functional belts.

But the attitude? The ego? Oh, that's all there.]


Hey, check it, it's like I can be my own personal publicity man. [He gives his most charming smirk.] 'Sup everyone? It's me, the one, the only, Superman. Well, maybe not only these days, but hey, clones as good as you're gonna get, right? Sure as hell better than the nerd with the yellow shades or the half-robot dude.

[And then there's the Man of Steel, who just chewed him out for getting a Daily Planet reporter killed with his recklessness. Superman can't really call himself better than him right now.]

Anywho, I may be super, but that doesn't mean I know everything, dig? Who wants to be a superhero to a superhero and explain where we are? If you're cute, I'll even throw in dinner. Maybe take you flying.

[He winks at the camera, then throws up a peace sign.]

Superman out.

03 | Video

Feb. 7th, 2018 09:26 pm
talesuntold: (12)
[personal profile] talesuntold
[Maggie looks a bit paler and much more exhausted than usual, but puts on as warm and chipper a front as she can. She's clearly sitting on the floor as she posts this.]

Hello again, Wonderland! While it's good to see all of your lovely faces, those nine flights of stairs up to my room are a considerably less welcome sight. Would someone be so kind as to help me up to my bed? A couple of someones if necessary? I've had an eventful week and I'm not at my best.

Once that's managed, I intend to stay there for a few days at barest minimum.

I'll be hosting horror movie marathons tomorrow night and the night after, in room 969, barring Wonderland-interference. Prior acquaintance not required! If horror isn't your cup of tea, feel free to stop by during the afternoons instead. Incidentally, non-metaphorical cups of tea will be available, or your hot or caffeinated beverage of choice. Hope to see you soon, darlings!

((Spam tags for movie night or afternoon visits also welcome!))


[Private to Mahir, Shaun, and Georgia]

[More seriously, dropping any pretense:]

How long was I gone? Let me find my bed, and then all of you get over here before you ask what you've missed back home.

[She doesn't want to do this more than once.]

[VIDEO]

Jan. 28th, 2018 07:22 pm
spellcheck: (Default)
[personal profile] spellcheck
[ 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.
powerofmabel: (☆ and she'll never be free)
[personal profile] powerofmabel
[What we have here is a view of the floor. Mabel's voice can be heard off-camera.] Okay, Boris... Just hold it right there, annnd-

[The camera is suddenly lifted up, showing a view of this.] Heeeey, Wonderfriends. Check out this awesome new thing Bill the Lizard made. It's mini golf and that dumb adult mini-golf game all in one. It's even named after Dipper! See. [The camera turns to show the sign on the wall, and then Mabel puts down the camera which moves along the top of one of the tables. Apparently, she's strapped it to Boris. Mabel continues to talk off-screen as everyone gets the full view of the room from a baby pig perspective.]

Anyway, I've been getting some practice in, trying to adapt my awesome mini-golf skills to this thingy, and not to brag, but I'm probably a Pit Pat champion by now. And if you wanna challenge me for my title, come on down to Floor 7, Room 17 and pick up a stick.

[There's a clatter, probably caused by Mabel knocking over the sticks in her attempt to be dramatic. Boris squeals and jumps off the table, taking the camera with him.] Whoa- hey! Boris, wait!

[The camera cuts off suddenly as it falls off Boris's neck and hits the ground.]

[[ooc: post available for both action and network prompts.]]
normandysbest: (« [Speak] Oh girl whattup)
[personal profile] normandysbest
[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.
scathefires: (so now i follow it)
[personal profile] scathefires
[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.

text;

Oct. 23rd, 2017 09:01 pm
onetruemorty: (shhshhh ethan)
[personal profile] onetruemorty
hey so who wants to rank some stuff for me?

uh lets see.

- your home world
- wonderland
- a world where your favorite book is all real, only its still text based. so you have to figure out how to comprehend existing as text or you'll go crazy
- a world thats really peaceful and fun, but the ground you walk on is made up of the bottom of living human feet. nobody ever talks about it.
- a world where the language is jazz style scatting and you only have one word figured out so far. it's probably the only illegal word they have? but i guess thats flexible.

anyway about where do you think you're standing on those so far?

no wrong answers! just for fun. like 1 is the best and 5 is the worst.
deadshapes: (weird autumn)
[personal profile] deadshapes
Okay okay okay okay. So I know there's an event coming up and we're all freaking out about it, and it's probably gonna be horrible like usual, but I gotta say this before we get too deep into October. So, you know how Halloween is the best holiday, and October is the best month, and autumn is the best season, and all that? And you know how the best thing about all of those is...

[Dramatic pause.]

Pumpkins, obviously. I was thinking, we definitely need to have a pumpkin chunking competition.

[She grins like a wild person.]

So for the uninitiated, pumpkin chunking is when you build something that can launch things--like a catapult, or a trebuchet, or a giant slingshot, or a cannon, and so on--and then you compete to see how far the thing you built can launch a pumpkin. It's literally the best thing, after Halloween and autumn leaves. Since I figure most people don't really know how to build stuff like that, people could team up. You could have team names and give your pumpkin chunker a name like they do with monster trunks. I mean trucks. The only rules is you can't use anything gas powered--it has to all be mechanical. And you also can't, like, murder people with pumpkins.

And knowing Wonderland, there's probably gonna be some crazy ass shit happening for Halloween, but I figure we can pick a day near then and that's when we have the competition. We can roll out our stuff to the checkerboard hills and launch from there, that way we got wide open space and people won't get hit by flying pumpkins.

[She gives the camera a really eager look.]

Whaddaya guys think?
nascensibility: and how beautiful it would be (thinkin' 'bout slapping you)
[personal profile] nascensibility
[Replies to this are CLOSED, please see OOC note at the bottom of the post!]




In the wake of our most recent event and regarding the fate of those who lose their fifth life, I would like to propose a new series of data collection on mansion residents. It is my opinion that the instatement of a “death watch” - that is, an archival record of extant resident deaths that have occurred - should be created and maintained, and would serve as a valuable resource for the protection of those who are at risk.

[This is the difficult part: persuading people to share this sort of thing about themselves, knowing what it does to others and how it can hurt, is no easy task. She believed as much when she first spoke with Shepard on the subject, and believes the same now. Evelyn herself does not like to offer personal information unless asked, but knows the burden of carrying that suffering on one's own and how easily an environment can fall to fear.]

I understand that this is very private, very personal information. I understand it is traumatic, and not something that many people want to share. Therefore it is incumbent upon me to stress the critical severity of this situation, and assure you that you are not alone.

I myself have lost four lives here.

In disclosing as much, I hope that others can be swayed to believe in the efficacy of this database, and would urge residents to volunteer their respective death tolls to build the record. Residents who submit information to the watch on their numbers may do so to me privately, if there is concern about embarrassment or persecution from peers.

[It is a valid concern, and one which she has agonised over.]

Commander Shepard’s confirmation from the Queen of Hearts that those who are remade after their last demise are conscripted as spies is extremely troubling. Regardless of the veracity of the information given its source, we as unwilling residents do not have the luxury of allowing for that liability. For those concerned about their safety, I will be actively working with the commander, who is well-equipped to establish and manage security procedures once the record has been transcribed and analysed. This is a living document, and is expected to require additions over time.

I am aware that this is a drastic measure, but a measure worth taking. Please feel free to direct all responses and queries to myself and Commander Shepard.





[OOC NOTE: I realize this is a hot button issue as has generated a lot of replies, which is great! In order to keep myself sane, I'm going to have to cut it off here and request that no one else respond in this post. Messaging Evelyn's inbox is cool if you want to drop a line there instead, but replies will be slower there.

Anyone who did not get to respond in here before the cut-off, I'd really like you to at least drop a comment HERE if you believe your character would still share their information with her. Thank you for understanding!
]
kid_flash_found: (Default)
[personal profile] kid_flash_found
[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.]

video;

Sep. 17th, 2017 05:42 am
sonofab: (Default)
[personal profile] sonofab
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 07:44 pm
plutonicideals: (311_20486 copy)
[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?
ngah: (a natural reaction)
[personal profile] ngah
cut for length )

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.
]

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.
]

video;

Aug. 28th, 2017 02:49 pm
kryptomight: (it was only one mistake!)
[personal profile] kryptomight
--there we go!

( the feed opens up to just his face, a satisfied grin plastered across his mouth now that he sees that he did, in fact, get this thing to work. it doesn't quite reach his eyes, though; they're a bit red, definitely swollen. don't judge him. )

Hi! My name’s Jon Kent. I’m looking for my mom and dad. My dad’s name is Clark, and my mom is Lois. My dad looks a lot like me, just bigger? My mom has brown hair. I’m sure they’re fine, but I haven’t been able to find them yet.

( the grin shifts into something a bit more sheepish, free hand raising to adjust the big, bulky glasses sitting on his nose. )

And uh. . how do I know which room’s mine? Why are there ogres outside--?
spycurious: (3)
[personal profile] spycurious
[Several people have been kind enough to help teach Ben how to use these devices. He still finds the general experience of it to be unnerving, trifling though it feels as he turns it over in his hands. Instantaneous, mass communication by way of a small box was a concept that was originally met with much incredulity. And yet, after having spent some time in this fantastical place, he could no longer deny what his own senses were telling him. Usage of this device was not only possible but frequently done and considered a staple of survival here.

Ben glances at his surroundings--a room he'd chosen for himself, simple enough in its furnishings--and then back at the small box in his hands. He's already tested its functions and had a look at the messages on it, partly out of pure fascination but also to learn the social expectations required during its usage.

He breathes, and feels he may as well make the proverbial plunge, and notes how ridiculous it is to feel nervous over something so trivial after he's done things like taken lives and marched across battlefields.

Ben presses a few buttons and the video broadcast begins. He tries to hold the thing steady, unnerved at the thought of some "unseen" force simultaneously recording both his voice and his image.]


Hello, I am ... Benjamin Tallmadge. [He realizes belatedly that he isn't wearing a jacket, and perhaps he should have introduced himself with his rank. Oh no...]

I arrived in June and would like to thank those who offered me their assistance.

Additionally, I would like to inquire further into the resources we have here; specifically firearms from the 20th century on Earth. For clarity's sake, I've come from the year 1777 and I am a Major in the Continental Army of the United States of America. In the interest of self-defense and the defense of others, I would like to learn how to use those superior munitions properly.

One may contact me by way of these devices or in person at the library.

Good day to you.

[He ends the broadcast and breathes a sigh of relief. Perhaps he'll suffer through text next time instead.]

[Video]

Aug. 1st, 2017 11:14 pm
sonofab: (Sulk.)
[personal profile] sonofab
[First things first. Get a feel for your fellow captives. See where their loyalties lie. Who is still looking to escape and who is possibly developing Stockholm syndrome.

Normally the tactic would be to silently observe and gather intel, but this is where social media comes in handy.

A small teenager appears on screen with a green mask and a black hood. He speaks with a no nonsense tone.]


My name is Robin and I’m going to cut to the point. I’m looking for information. Namely on all of you, but we'll start with just two questions today. Mostly to check both your own mental well being and conditions.

Who here has pertinent information as to our captors identities and whereabouts?

Have any among you started to feel stirrings of affection for them?

If your answer is yes to the second than there is no helping you and you should feel ashamed. The rest, I will have more questions for after I've done more recon.

[With that the video abruptly ends.]
[personal profile] lifeisntfun
[The Unknown isn’t exactly a normal place, so Beatrice isn’t a stranger to the… well, strange. However, she isn’t exactly a fan of new things. She likes to know everything that’s going on around her and she likes to know that she is in control of absolutely anything and everything. So, when she awoke to find herself in a strange oak tree in a strange forest facing a spooky mansion, she wasn’t exactly thrilled.

She flew erratically for a few minutes, screaming for help at the top of her lungs, before she started to calm herself down and really think. Where is she? Where is Wirt? She had “run” into him just moments ago (at least, flown into him). He’s gotten into the habit of leaving at the most inopportune times, she really needs to talk to him about that when she finds him.

Well, it’s more likely that she’ll find help in the creepy mansion than in the creepy (and also abandoned) forest. She flies to the door and realizes she can’t realistically lift a knocker (sometimes lacking arms and weighing only an ounce is really inconvenient), then starts frantically pecking at windows. Someone has to be around in this gigantic and creepy mansion, right? Hopefully they aren’t some weird people who eat bluebirds or… something else like that.

Wow, what Beatrice wouldn’t give for arms right now. She’s flying around, pecking randomly at windows and flapping her wings so hard she could create a small whirlwind. Finally, she finds an open window on the third floor and makes herself at home. She’s flying around the room, taking it all in, when the wall unit turns on all by itself. It manages to record her talking to herself like a madwomanbird.]


Okay, Beatrice, you can handle this. You’re just stuck in a creepy mansion in the middle of a completely unfamiliar forest where there is no escape. You’re probably going to die, but whatever, it’s not like life is that great anyway, death can’t be much worse. Oh well. That’s it, you’re going to die here, completely alone and hated by everyone who loves you. I’m sure when someone eventually DOES open that door, they will be some sort of deranged killer and they’ll try and bake you into a pie or something. Would bluebirds even taste good? WHY ARE YOU THINKING THIS NOW? I guess I could claw at their eyes?

[Video]

Jul. 24th, 2017 01:56 pm
kid_flash_found: (cowl down)
[personal profile] kid_flash_found
[A teenager with long, reddish hair and amber-colored eyes considers the camera, adjusting a few note-cards he made as he thought things through]

Hi, everyone. Wonderlanders or whatever you call yourselves, Obviously this is my first time doing this kind of thing. Hell, the last time I was talking to a camera, it was to record my own eulogy after I’d been shot.

In the knee, it wasn’t really that serious or anything. But that kind of thing does make you wonder. Maybe this is the place for that. Wondering.

[A small, awkward chuckle.]

I’m just hoping someone out there sees this, and can lend the poor noob a hand. Because, prison or nexus dimension or whatever, this place sure seems strange, even by my standards. And, um, yeah, I spent my childhood in a VR chamber because I wasn’t able to interact with the rest of the world very well.

Oh, oops, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Bart. Bart Allen. It’s short for Bartholomew, and I wanted to be different. It’s not the worst nickname in the world. I have a friend who has to go by ‘Gates’ because his name’s pretty much impossible to pronounce without insectoid mandibles.

► voice.

Jul. 19th, 2017 05:12 pm
crisised: (069.)
[personal profile] crisised
[ the last event was rough, especially since kara, well. died. but there's something happening today that can help distract her from that. it gives her an excuse to be obnoxiously chipper and more than a little trolly. as such, she's grabbing the opportunity with both hands and running with it, deliberately not filtering this post away from anyone. ]

So today happens to be a certain someone from my home world's Sweet Sixteen. Now, I don't know much about Terran birthday customs, [ this is a lie. this is a big, fat lie and anyone is more than welcome to call her out on it. ] but I've heard about traditions involving birthday punches and birthday spankings? That seems a little extreme to me, and I've got super strength so I don't think I could do that.

Anyone have better ideas for how to celebrate? I was thinking cake to the face. I know pie is traditional for that sort of thing, but it seems like a waste of good pie.

[ giving a bat warning might be a bad idea. but she's got superspeed and even if the caking (or whatever suggestion she ends up going for) doesn't work, getting some crazy answers should be fun. ]
oversight: ([+] studyin')
[personal profile] oversight
So, um.

[ This time around, John's a bit more prepared to address a network. He's set himself up a little studio area in the corner of his room and his phone's mounted to record him hands-free. ]

Heard from a coupla people that I wasn't real consistent 'bout takin' care of myself— [ the last time he was here. ] —historically speakin'. And I got to thinkin' 'bout that some three or four days ago, when I realized there was a whole day where I just sat 'round my room feelin' like crap, eatin' like I did when I was a teenager, stinkin' like a fool 'cause I needed a dang shower, but I was not feelin' it.

And you know what? Those people were right. Realized that. Once in a while — maybe more'n I'd like to admit — I totally forget I gotta maintain me.

[ He shifts in his chair and digs a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it and holding it up for the camera. It's pretty short and sweet: "Drink water. Sleep. Shower. Help someone. Exercise. Eat. Socialize. Smile. Relax. Forgive." ]

Made myself a little list, been tryin' it for a coupla days, and if I do six or seven things off this list every day, then I'm callin' it a success.

[ John sets the list aside. If anyone wants a copy, he's provided an attachment. ]

Now I'm curious, wonderin' what sorta things you guys find yourself forgettin' now that you're here. Your lists look like mine? Or is it totally diff'rent? And what're we all missin' that oughta be on everyone's lists?
cloned: (dreconcarne008)
[personal profile] cloned
[The camera opens close on Kon's face, though there's something odd about the light. It's mottled and colorful, like he's standing in front of stained glass windows or something. And he's grinning. That is not a grin you want to trust.]

Hey people! Thought it might be time to tell you about a certain superpower that no one except me has.

[Because he loves talking about it, and because it'll get anyone who knows him to zone out now. Convenient.]

See, I'm Superman's clone, and for the most part I've got the same powers... Strength, flight, durability... but there's one power that's entirely my own.

I call it tactile telekinesis. It's kinda like, a forcefield? Only I can manipulate it. It's great for taking things apart cause I can wedge it into all the cracks of something and then boom. [He holds up a hand and spreads his fingers.] But it's also great for keeping things together.

[He pans the camera up, revealing a mass of water balloons that should not all be staying up, since he's only touching one or two. But there it is, a huge mass of water balloons, held together as easily as if they were actually attached to each other.]

...you know. Until I don't need to anymore. Hi, Tim.

[He lowers the camera, just enough to give a glimpse of Tim Drake's face before he drops all of the water balloons on Tim's head. Then he turns the camera back on his own face as he flies away, cackling madly.]

Anyway, if anyone needs me, I'll be way, way over the roof. Later!
quickgenius: (oh god we're all going to die)
[personal profile] quickgenius
[So there’s something a little bit different about Jesse that’s almost immediately noticeable the moment the feed starts, due to the way her hair is tucked behind her ears. And that’s the fact that her ears are kind of POINTY, now; she looks like an elf right out of Lord of the Rings.

She also looks CONCERNED.

There’s something a little off about the shadows behind her, too. But the reason for that will be apparent in just a second. She gives the feed a nervous little smile.]


So you’d think I’d be used to the things Wonderland does by now. But it turns out I can still be surprised.

[The next sentence comes out in a rush.]

So I kind of have WINGS.

[She shifts the camera so they’re visible, and it’s her wings that are responsible for the weird shadows behind her. And they’re gorgeous, don’t get her wrong; starting out cream at her back they’re a warm rusty sort of dark orange by their wingtips. But they’re WINGS. She’s pretty sure she’s not supposed to have wings, even if she had ended up a metahuman. She’s never heard of a metahuman having wings, anyway.

Not on her Earth, at least.

They’re a little rumpled, too, because, well, NEW FEATHERY APPENDAGES.]


Anyone have any pointers on how to use them? Because I’ve kind of never had an extra set of appendages before and it’s taking some getting used to.

[A LOT of getting used to. They move on their own, half the time, instincts new and REALLY unfamiliar and she’s tripped over them and gotten tangled more times than she can count. And that’s not including the falling on her face. Or butt.]

And if I’m going to be any use AT ALL I need to learn how to use them. Fast.

[Because they ARE useable. She knows she can fly, instincts she didn't have a day ago are telling her she can. She just... doesn't know how. Doesn't have the muscle memory. Yet.]

[video]

Jun. 13th, 2017 06:44 pm
eyething: (t o a s t)
[personal profile] eyething
[ ooc: open to thread jacking/easily seen unless otherwise indicated. wonderland went haywire and let it happen w/ this post so people can freely read responses and reply. if you have any concerns about the bar or want to help generate a memorial for those gone, head there to oocly talk about it! ]

( the camera pans on damon who is seated up on top of the bar. it's hard to imagine it's been an entire year. how much he's changed, how much his relationship with elena and with people in wonderland has changed since then. he's in a much better place despite how hard it's been lately, despite witnessing elena's- damon smiles for the camera. )

Wonderland, you've officially been graced with my presence for an entire wild and crazy year. When I arrived, I was handing out ponies to everyone who made it worth my while, and now I'm giving you a fully operating bar with regular activities. ( damon pans out to give a view of it all and then he turns the video back toward his face again. he smirks and lifts up a glass in toast like he did for his very first network post. ) You're welcome. The name's TBA.

I realize there's already a bar here, but no one's claimed it since- since Cami also disappeared. ( and she was a friend so that's harder to talk about. ) It's been empty. It felt... strange picking up a bar with so much history from old timers. ( it's not just the fact he bit Simon though there's also that. They made their mark here, and for all damon's faults, it wouldn't feel right.

he steps out of the bar to indicate where it's located. Level 4. damon turns the camera towards the chalk board which lists out the bar's current schedule. )


My girl tells me apparently, for some reason, Trivia Nights are the popular thing in bars so it's on our weekly schedule along with a host of other fun times to be enjoyed by all. Schedule changes monthly so keep checking back.

I'm looking for people who want to work even if money has no meaning so I can't exactly pay you. But consider this... it's something to keep boredom from swallowing you whole and you get to help out your fellow, trapped Wonderland-er. Need bartenders, waiters and waitresses, and chefs if you can cook. And yes, I know we can pull it all out of the closets perfectly, but sometimes it's nice to have someone make something for you even if it's not perfect.

( he lifts up his glass again in toast for the camera. ) Especially if it's not perfect. ( perfect isn't real, and damon always wants what's real. )

VIDEO ★

Jun. 12th, 2017 07:57 pm
sidecars: (and sting without warning)
[personal profile] sidecars
[ Well, it's another newbie, but he's sure calm about this whole thing. There's not a whole lot Bucky needs to process here. When you work to combat supernatural wackos, well, you have to expect waking up in wacko places. ]

Huh. I've gotta say, this is probably the gentlest kidnapping I've ever experienced. And there's even a theme, which is a new twist on an old problem. I like captives who think outside the box! I'm not complaining! You know, makes this all a little less tedious, am I right?

[ Through the Looking Glass of all things, too! That is mainly why Bucky isn't taking this too seriously. This seems more like a weird dream or an illusion—Something he's experienced before within the literal head space of a powerful mutant. ]

Guess that makes me the latest and greatest catch, huh? Name's James, by the way! And if any ladies would like to give me a full tour around the prison grounds, I'd be much obliged.

Tags

LAYOUT BASE @ [community profile] fruitstyle