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[For the people who noticed Connor's video about a week ago might notice something weird about him. His appearance itself hasn't changed, but his demeanor has. He seems a lot more composed.... A lot more robotic. He may be an Android, but previously, he was less restrained in his actions, words, and even his stance.]

Have I been deactivated? Amanda!

I did everything you wanted! I completed my mission. Why must I be sent back to CyberLife and deactivated if I've done what I was programmed to do?

[He's currently looking around in front of the water fountain again; what a turn of events after arriving here before, but he doesn't seem to remember Wonderland from the little amount that he's learned thus far. His movements were a lot more restrained, but he's clearly angry... Or... emulating that anger. Either way, being told that you're obsolete and that you're going to be replaced by a RK900 model didn't exactly sit well, even after remaining a machine.

Not when there was a threat to being deactivated. He was conflicted. He should just acknowledge that his mission is done and whatever happened next happened, but facing death wasn't exactly easy to take in.]


Amanda! Answer me! [The LED on the side of his head was yellow, but it's probably a noticeable red by this point.] Where am I?!

[Hope people enjoy a yelling android.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OOC: As I've said in his OOC intro, he's going to be taken from a good ending where he hasn't died and he has become a Deviant. If you're interested in how he'll be played, go ahead and check his application. Otherwise, enjoy some mood music if you so choose.]
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[ Leslie is sitting in the inviting office space she set up for herself on the first floor, separate from where she lives with Ben. The shelves are filled with books about history, laws, radical movements, people who challenged the government and won, democracy, and everything else you could think of to inspire minds toward building a better community. There are framed photos too, of inspiring women in politics through history: Madeline Albright, Ruth Bader Ginsberg, Michelle Obama, Eleanor Roosevelt, and herself. She owns the decision and stands by it.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Oct. 1st, 2018 06:35 pm
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[Anyone who has been in the diner has probably at least seen, if not spoken to Souji. He's worked there for years, and he does all the cooking. So today, it should be no surprise that that's where he is when he starts up the recording.

He is rather tired, and sounds it when he speaks.]


I'm thinking of closing down the diner. It's just me working here now. I've run it before by myself and I don't really want to do that again.

[He pauses and sighs softly. He feels like he's holding the diner hostage--"Someone come help me out, or the diner gets it."]

I also don't really want to lose it. But without some help, it's not sustainable for me to do it alone.

[Having a part-time job is possibly the most natural thing he could ever have done in Wonderland. But this isn't a part-time job, it's basically become his life. He's tired of that.]

Anyway, if anyone wants to volunteer to help out, that would be great.

[He ends the feed there.]

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Oct. 1st, 2018 12:13 am
hypoxic: } Pretentious lyrics: Juice=Juice - "It's Okay to Cry" (I remember)
[personal profile] hypoxic
[First addresses to the network usually fall into one of a few categories. They're cries for help, or angry screeds vowing revenge. They ask for a salve to ease their confusion. They promise violence. The doctor is none of those things. He's been careful with the network, taking the time to do his research about this world before addressing it. It's important to understand the angles before offering any vulnerabilities. vulnerable people die early. Weakness is not tolerated.

He's been here long enough to understand the games that must be played. He's got the mannerisms down well. He avoids making eye contact with even the device recording him, his voice halting and uncertain. His face has mostly healed over since the incident last month, but there's still a sickly yellow patch over his eye where an old bruise hasn't quite finished healing.]


Sounds like the next event's due to be a bad one, doesn't it? And yet... It's not just events that we need to worry about anymore. I wonder if perhaps we oughtn't be more open about the everyday issues we've been facing. About the... particular power imbalance between some of the residents.

Some good people are being harmed by the powered communities here. The aliens or the supernaturals, or whatever name they've decided to take. They've left normal people too afraid to speak up. Are we letting them use us, because we think they'll protect us when the events come?

After the last few weeks, they've made it clear that they won't do anything for us.

I'm tired of being afraid all the time. Aren't you?

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Aug. 20th, 2018 01:06 pm
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[personal profile] moraloutrage
[One Kiyotaka Ishimaru appears on the video feed, looking more somber than usual. Even so, he bows politely to the feed and attempts to force a smile. Every now and then, as he speaks, he sniffles.]

Good morning, everyone. If we have not yet met, please allow me the pleasure of introducing myself. My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru, and I believe in the value of hardwork. I was accepted to Hope's Peak Academy with the title of Super High School Level Public Morals Commitee Member. B-but I am here to make sure that everyone knows about a certain matter!

[He pauses for a moment, before he goes on with some difficulty.]

Recently, it seems that the Super High School Level Bike Gang Leader... Mondo Oowada, the brother of my soul... has left this world. I do not know if he will ever return. This... may be goodbye for us. Please, I ask you to remember him fondly. I know that he can be a difficult person, and he has made some horrible mistakes, but he is also very passionate and has a strong heart underneath it all! I sent my fondest wishes to any and all of his friends in this mansion. And that is not all. [A beat] I... would also like to apologize for my behavior the other month, when I called myself by a different name. At the time, I believed that my brother's spirit was within me. B-but... Now I know for sure that was not the case. I... am truly just myself, Kiyotaka Ishimaru. I apologize for any confusion. And I hope that I can be of help in the future... in solving this place's mysteries. Let... us all do our best.

[He looks weary from having spoken that much. A lot of his characteristic energy is drained from him. But he still leaves the message on a slight smile.]
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[Iiiit's Peridot! ...It's a very official looking Peridot, too. Standing straight in front of her communicator with her shared room with Lapis (that looks a little bit like a barn) in the background.

She clears her throat, her expression calm, yet serious.]


I have a very important question for you all. One I hope I can get an adequate answer for.

[She presses her palms together and points her fingers towards the camera. The "booooi" fingers if you will.]

As I understand it, if someone leaves Wonderland for good, their things vanish. So what if their things are also your things?

[She seems to be doing her best to keep her cool. It's kind of working.] Th.. Thank you.
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Hey everyone! Dipper, here.

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

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

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

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

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

But some things my world does share!

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

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

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

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

...that was a joke. But also let me know if you do.
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[ It has been 24 hours since the chess match and after some impatient redecorating, everyone's feeds - Mirror and Real alike come to life with a video set to Baroque music. There is no speaking yet, simply a slide show displaying various parts of the new Mirror side of things. It's an introduction of sorts.

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

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


  • My dearest Mirrors and Reals,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    I urge any of you, real and mirror alike, to now take this time to introduce yourselves. I'm quite curious about you all. Though I will say, you will be speaking only to me and at this time, Reals and Mirrors will not be able to address one another.
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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.
    alltheways: (All the ways belong to me)
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    [The Red Queen is not smiling. Her hands are folded in front of her, her expression serious, almost hard.]

    My dear Real Things, I have a request.

    [She raises a hand as though reaching out for the hand of another, appealing to anyone watching.]

    It seems that my sister’s battle lust will not be satisfied without a fight. Despite my wishes otherwise, I must implore you to help me. However, I do not want to force you.

    [And she could, one way or another, if she had to.]

    I would like volunteers to assist me. But I must be honest: this time, I cannot guarantee your safety. This is not a challenge to take on lightly. As much as I abhor the idea, I may need you to fight for me.

    [She folds her hands again, her expression saddened.]

    I will do all that I can to protect you, whether you fight for me or not.

    [Note: If you have volunteered your character, you can either respond here to ICly volunteer or handwave a conversation with the Red Queen about volunteering. Characters who were not OOCly volunteered within the allotted time frame can still respond to this post; just be aware that late volunteers will not be accepted.]

    video;

    May. 11th, 2018 04:55 pm
    eatsyourscience: (mama didn't raise no fool)
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    [Souji's sitting in the grass somewhere on the grounds. A fat gray dragon about the size of a schnauzer with very useless little wings is wandering around behind him. He's looking back at her before turning to the camera with a pensive expression.]

    If this war turns out to be an actual war, what should we do about our pets?

    [He figures they'll just have to be kept out of the way, but it worries him. He's had that dragon for over five years now, and she was a gift from someone important. He's sure everyone else with a pet feels the same way.]

    Should we...I don't know, designate someone to look after them?
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    [personal profile] entreats
    I know this is probably going to look really weird between all this talk of war and what happened a few days ago.

    [ It's just what happens when you're used to shitty lethal situations and your only coping method turns into just ignoring it as much as you can while you're not in the middle of it.. ]

    But I'm looking for book recommendations. Specific books, genres, whatever I can find in the library. I don't suppose there's some handy books that have literally all information about this place there. Being in this place has gotten me through books way too quickly, and I need something to pass the time with that isn't ridiculous ill-suited for me like training. I'll just be fine with getting my ass handed to me, I guess.
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    [With the impending war or whatever threat of destruction looming ahead in the next couple of weeks, Minato had been thinking about what the war actually meant or what "war" would actually entail. He knew that they should all make preparations and to that end, he was more than willing to assist with that and with any healing that might be needed.

    There was something else though that he wondered about: Their opponents, who at this point seemed to be the Mirrors, but who knew. But still, it made him think more about the Mirrors themselves and what the war could mean for them.

    Thus Minato was now wandering the halls and different public rooms, looking at all of the glass mirrors for any activity too. Just in case.]


    Whenever someone loses a memory here, like a word or phrase, doesn't that person's Mirror retain it?

    [If he understood how Wonderland worked, but then again, did he really? They knew where memories were supposed to go, but what did that mean then for the Mirrors?]

    Do we know why the Mirrors exist? How do we know that we're not the Mirrors here and that they're the real ones?
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    [Good afternoon, Wonderland! Those of you who still mistakenly have your network devices on you will be privy to a special broadcast from Wonderland's favorite celebrity! (A self-proclaimed title, for sure.)

    When the camera clicks on, Mettaton is once again facing away from it, scribbling furiously on an easel paper flip board. He writes for about a minute before nodding in satisfaction and turning around to the camera. He flashes a brilliant smile.]


    Hello there, my dear Wonderland! As I'm sure you all know, we are having a truly amazing time this event! Now, I know the main topic on everyone's minds are the Reapers - a very controversial subject, I'm sure. But I'm on the network today to tell you all- the Reapers are not nearly as bad as you think!

    [He steps out of the way of the paper, grinning proudly as he gestures to what he's written.]

    I've compiled a short list of the reasons that these fun new invaders of our home are actually good! So listen well, my dears, because by the end of this message, you'll completely understand where I am coming from here.

    [He points excitedly to the first bullet point on his list.]

    Number one: Fashion. They're fashionable. What, Mettaton? Fashionable? What do you mean by that? Well dears, what I mean is, is that if you let these lovely synthetics get a hold of you, you'll be upgraded and given a fabulous makeover!

    [At that Mettaton takes the camera and brings it closer to him, where anyone watching can see that he has in fact been "upgraded" with Reaper tech. Mettaton's body now has many glowing blue lights and tubes throughout it, giving him an eerie glow.]

    See that? Blue is so in this season, darlings! Get on the Reaper's good side and you, too, will look as good as me! ...Well, maybe not as good. It's hard to beat a face like mine. Now! Onto number two!

    [He points back to the paper, slapping it loudly.]

    Dedication! The Reapers are nothing if not dedicated to their cause of liberating all lifeforms if their actions here are any indication! Look at them! Taking their time from their galaxy back home to stop by little old Wonderland and giving us a taste of their work! Miraculous! Stupendous! A true inspiration to all of us! Coming back every 50,000 years like clockwork! I bet we all wish we had that kind of work ethic!

    [He laughs then, shaking his head fondly, and then gestures to the paper once more.]

    Now, point three, and this one is my favorite- Extinction.

    [He says it with a particular relish as he pulls out a red marker and circles it multiple times.]

    There is no escaping the Reapers. There is no winning against the Reapers. We know this. Everyone who has attempted to fight back against them this event probably knows this. I'm sure even Shepard is having some troubles of her own by now!

    Now, to all of you determined heroes out there still thinking about resistance- is submission not preferable to extinction? Is it not better to align yourself to the winning team than to fight fruitlessly against that which cannot be defeated?

    The answer is simple, darlings- submit to the Reapers, and you shall see eternity! And if you still think you can win, well...

    [He sets the camera down and grins, as his body begins to shift and change into a form that not many people have seen in Wonderland- his NEO form, a form specifically dedicated to warfare. He lifts the cannon towards the camera as a light begins to form inside of it.]

    I'm sure it won't take me long to teach you that lesson.

    [The light of the cannon and the Reaper modifications glint off his malicious smile as the camera cuts there.]

    ((ooc: feel free to hit up Mettaton on here if your characters want to argue, as well as feel free to run into him roaming the Mansion as he basically tries to hunt anyone who isn't serving the Reapers at this point.))

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

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

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

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

    In short, she mad.

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

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

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

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

    Just curious~
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    [personal profile] magnetosphere
    »» Lorna's permissions/opt-out post is here; I encourage checking it out if you haven't already, as her canon/character deals with some potentially sensitive issues! Some of which are alluded to in this post. »»



    [Lorna's been here a day or so, and has had some time to browse the network and some of her new surroundings -- what she can say for it, is that it's very unlike home. As weird as her universe had been.

    Anyway, cue one very unimpressed green haired woman in her very late 20s addressing the network for the first time in her own post here. She's still angry about everything back home, and she has no time for THESE GAMES, especially considering there is talk of an oncoming war here too. Great.

    A crackling green glow is twisting around her hand and the spoon in her cup of coffee is stirring the drink -- yet, she isn't touching the spoon. Spoilers: It's metal manipulation.]


    Okay. Here's the deal: Words come out of my mouth, then you all respond.

    [She tilts her head slightly to one side (the left, for those watching this), as if to say 'is that easy enough to ask?'. Like she's talking to three year olds.

    Actually, she's probably nicer to three year olds.]


    Which one of you shitheads -- [Lorna, that's not how you make friends; that is, in fact, literally the opposite of how you make friends ... as if she gives a fuck] -- wants to tell me why you're kidnapping mutants and bringing them to a place from a storybook that looks like as much of a bad acid trip as it is in every movie, hm?

    [She quirks an eyebrow, giving her sharp look an even more assertive and demanding edge to it.]

    Like, okay, I'm guessing not everyone here is a mutant from wherever the hell you all are from, but, still. At least taking one mutant is too much for my tastes -- had enough of that back home, thanks. [A very pointed and sarcastic thanks.] And shit, it's more comfortable here than my plastic government cell, but ... I'm still not a fan of the whole shtick. And who started this apparent oncoming war? Way to go, whoever it was.

    Also, by the way, whoever put it together, just an F-Y-I that the fucking welcome-or-whatever pamphlet reads like a snoozefest. Next time, just pass out condoms for the adults and candy for the kids.

    [Eye roll.]

    Anyone with a head on their shoulders that hasn't indulged in this koolaid shit can hit me up — just look for Polaris.

    [She looks like she's about to move to cut off the video, then pauses so she can add a final note.]

    Oh, and one more matter of importance: While I'm stuck here, I need to see a doctor sooner rather than later. So if you're one of those, contact me privately.

    [The feed becomes static-y, before abruptly cutting off.

    (OOC NOTE: Lorna is canonically in her first trimester of pregnancy, which is what her doctor addendum is about.) ]
    alltheways: (We shall be Queens together)
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    [The Red Queen stands on the main path in the garden, facing the Mansion. Stretching out behind her, covering the entire grounds, is a rather inviting scene. She’s smiling serenely, as usual, her hands clasped in front of her. Her broadcast appears on the networks of both the Real and Mirror sides of Wonderland.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    [she takes a deep breath.] DON'T TOUCH THEM. Or else.
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    [ The video feed opens up to reveal a stuffed bear sitting on the floor, the camera angled to get a perfect full view of him. His head tilts as he looks the blinking light over. ]

    Is this thing on?

    [ It can talk? ]
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    [Julia has found her way up to the roof where she's nursing a cigarette, not that anyone can see that as she speaks over the network. she's been to other worlds, but it's always been intentional, in her control (well, except for a few times when penny has grabbed her, but this wasn't penny's doing) and this? this is out of her control and she does not like the things she cannot control.

    and yet not everything about this place is bad. it has magic. it feels more alive than her own world has been in a long time.
    ]

    Hello, my name is Julia Wicker

    I found the pamphlet when I arrived, so I'll spare you the part where I demand where I am or how I got here, and I'll try to accept that there isn't a way home yet, but I've never been one to be good at taking no for answer, so there's no promises there.

    For those of you who are familiar with the Wonderland books, how does this compare to the Wonderland in Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There? Are there any similarities to be found or is it completely different. I've been to a world that was in a book series I loved as a kid before and it was interesting to note what the author got right and what was completely off, what details were left out or changed.

    Adaptations of any sort are an interesting case study, if nothing else. What gets kept in the narrative and what gets changed and manipulated by those telling the stories.

    Thank you for indulging my curiosity. You can answer me here, or if you prefer to talk in person, I can be found up on the roof.

    [and with that she cuts off the feed. for anyone who comes to talk to her in person when they come up to the roof they'll find her still smoking and making shapes in the smoke, mostly stars, mostly just because she can, because she's not the only thing with magic here, and she doesn't have to feel the burden of that quite as heavily here.]
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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!!
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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?

    voice;

    Feb. 15th, 2018 11:10 am
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    [Tchaikovsky is playing in the background.]

    Can you really draw a definite line between good and evil? Given the opportunity, would you do something terrible, if you knew you could get away with it? Don't answer right away. Think about it. I can wait.
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    This is Legion, a terminal of the Geth.

    We are aware that the current nature of this event means that a number of you are confused, and have likely recently experienced extreme trauma. We apologize: We are not able to return you home at this time. We are also trapped here.

    Previously, we were tasked with assisting in ensuring the safety of those in this location. To this end, we are willing to answer questions and will respond to requests for aid.

    Additionally, we wish to know about others who are not affected.

    Added on, a few hours later:

    Announcement: We are seeking to be rid of a large supply of candy. It will be left in boxes in the fifth floor hallway. Though we recommend caution to avoid overeating, you may take as much as you desire.

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    [ Monika pops up on screen, her usual cheerful self, but she's somehow even more cheery today. Why? Because she's comfortable! She's surrounded by a girlish, lavishly decked out room and sitting in front of a magnificent grand piano. It's tons better than what she had to put up with when she first got here. It's not exactly easy to make the network a comfortable place to live, you know! Thank you, closet.exe, you've been very helpful.

    Anyhow, she gives a cute wave. ]

    Hi, everyone! I felt like we could use a little mood music since I couldn't think of a good poem. Maybe a few of you will recognize it? Oh, and sorry if it's not perfect, but I'm still getting used to this, ahaha!

    [ So, without further ado, she begins to play a certain jurassic-themed song, albeit a bit fitfully at times. Give her a break, she's sight-reading! It gets smoother as she goes on and gets her bearings, though. ]

    I hope you guys don't mind. Big moments deserve a soundtrack, especially when dinosaurs are involved. They're so majestic, aren't they? Just be careful not to get eaten!

    [ Although that might be interesting to watch . . .

    Eventually, she reaches the end of the song and glances up thoughtfully. ]

    Hmm. I'm trying to think of another dinosaur-related song. It seems to be a very sadly neglected area of music. If you have any suggestions, let me know.

    Oh, and. If you see Wirt around, tell him I'm looking for him? [ She grins. ] Thanks for listening~

    [ And, mostly as an afterthought: ] Be safe!

    [ Monika returns her focus to her piano and resumes playing Jurassic Park music. Someone has to play the fiddle as Rome burns! ]
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    [The video opens to...a singular skull eye and and nothing else. Gah!!]

    OKAY, GOOD! IT'S ON!!

    [The skull eye pulls back to reveal...oh, it's Papyrus! One thing that one might notice differently is that he's wearing a new, slick battle body! Huh. He beams at the camera.]

    PEOPLE OF WONDERLAND!! THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME!!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE FINALLY FINISHED MY GIGANTIC PUZZLE!! YOU SEE, WHERE I COME FROM, PUZZLES ARE A WAY OF LIFE!! TO GET FROM POINT A TO POINT B, YOU MUST SOLVE A SERIES OF PUZZLES!! ORIGINALLY, I WANTED TO BUILD THIS PARTICULAR PUZZLE SO IT WRAPPED AROUND THE MANSION, BUT SOME OF THE MECHANICS WOULDN'T WORK PROPERLY THAT WAY, SO I MOVED IT TO THE HILLS. BEHOLD!!!

    [The camera then swerves to reveal...!

    Woah. That's one hell of a puzzle. It looks more like an obstacle course. As the camera pans from left to right, the puzzle starts with a switch puzzle - contraptions that act like switches are placed precariously around the section. The middle of the puzzle consists of a pretty sizable sheet of ice, with patches of snow marked carefully, leading anyone who steps on them into a routined path, which leads into the grand finale: a maze filled with deadly spikes!! ...except the deadly spikes are just nails and tacks, because apparently the magical closet doesn't produce deadly spikes. But!! Throughout the maze's paths, several bones start jutting in and out of the ground, providing a bit more of a challenge.
    ]

    IT TOOK A LONG TIME TO MAKE THE SWITCHES BY SCRATCH, AND TO CALIBRATE THE ICE PUZZLE, AND TO MAKE A PROPER MAZE WITHOUT THE PROPER SPIKES, BUT IT'S FINALLY DONE AND WAITING FOR YOU TO COMPLETE IT!!! COME TO THE HILLS AND TRY OUT THE PUZZLE FOR YOURSELF.

    ...OH, AND ALSO!! I'VE BEEN TOLD THAT MAKING SOMEONE TRY THIS KIND OF PUZZLE WOULD BE 'TOO DANGEROUS' AND 'MIGHT SERIOUSLY HURT SOMEBODY', EVEN THOUGH I'LL BE RIGHT HERE MAKING SURE THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY GETS INJURED, BUT I DID LEAVE OUT AN ALTERNATIVE FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT ARE TOO INTIMIDATED BY THIS PUZZLE. SEE?


    [And once again, the camera swoops to the side. Nearby the gigantic puzzle, there's a table with neatly stacked books of jumbles, crosswords, sudoku and horoscopes.]

    SO THERE!!! PUZZLES FOR THE PEOPLE THAT ARE TOO SCARED OF MY AWESOME PUZZLE ARE HERE TOO!! COME BY WHENEVER!! I'LL BE HERE BY THE PUZZLE, MONITORING YOUR PROGRESS!!!

    [And, true to his word, if you decide to go to the hills, there Papyrus will be waiting, along with his gigantic puzzle and the not so gigantic table filled with books. Do you dare take on the challenge?]

    video;

    Feb. 6th, 2018 12:11 am
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    [Okay, R, just breathe. Well, don't breathe, but relax, because if you don't, you're going to stammer your way through this so badly that no one is going to get the right idea about what you're saying.

    After Liv's post a few days ago, what R is about to do has been on his mind a great deal. He doesn't use the network often, and rarely to post something for himself, but this...

    This is important.

    There's no lighting or angle that really catches this guy's 'best side', because with the greyish pallor, pewter-coloured eyes and dark veins inching their way up the sides of his neck there is really no 'good side' to capture, but give him a break, he's doing his best.
    ]

    Um-- hi.

    ['Good start. Now carry on before you start to look like an idiot.']

    There's s... something I have t-.. to say. I haven't... been trying to lie t-... to anyone. What Liv... what Liv said - I'm the same. Not... Not exactly the... same.

    [That one's a given, probably, with the way there's no chance he's passing as Living, and the problematic speech impediment.]

    I'm... I'm a z-.. zombie too. I don't want t... to hurt anyone. I just... don't want to be sh-.. shot at. [You know, if it's not too much trouble.]

    Okay. Mm... thanks.

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