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May. 14th, 2018 08:29 pm
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[ The latest event has done nothing to soothe Cullen's distaste for the transmission device. It has done everything to remind him how pointless any feud with the Mirrors would be, as long as Wonderland stands as their real enemy. At least he would vastly prefer that idea, even if he is not as sure of it as he would like.

His thoughts come prepared, and the forest stands as backdrop for his transmission. For what little that is worth to their privacy, given how many will receive this near their mirrors.
]

Many of us have provided means to prepare for the- [ -war is the word on the table, and now more than ever Cullen refuses to give it that weight. ] conflict we may have to face, but what has anyone done to prevent it?

[ A question, not an accusation. ]

We ought to ask ourselves if the other side is any keener on this fight than we are, if- they are beyond reasoning, or if it is simply a matter of cutting off the head, and replacing it with one more capable of sensible decisions.

[ He still has doubts, but the way his thoughts incline now is this: Only one person on the Mirror side needs to go to assure peace. ]

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May. 11th, 2018 04:55 pm
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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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[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?

04 | Video

Apr. 17th, 2018 04:07 pm
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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.]
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[When the video clicks on, at first only Mettaton is visible. After a few quick seconds, however, it becomes obvious that he is standing in an empty room. There is nothing remarkable about it in any way, shape, or form. It has four walls, all stark white, and one wall with a window and one wall with a door. All in all, with how utterly unremarkable it is, Mettaton looks almost comically out of place.

The look of empty sadness on his face is the only thing that matches the room.]


Wonderland, have you ever felt an absence? As if one day your heart is whole, the next, something important in your life, something you always thought would be there, is gone?

[He means both literal and figurative in his case, but he knows he's in the minority on that front. He turns to look out the window, facing away from the camera.]

It's like a piece of you is missing. Like you'll never be quite full ever again.

[He pauses. He doesn't want to speak this into reality, even as the reality bores in on him as bright and biting as the walls around him.]

I'm sure that those of you that knew her will understand my feelings when I say that... Alphys is gone.

[His voice crackles with static.]

And I don't think she is coming back.

((ooc: Mettaton will mostly be staying in what was Alphys's old room on the second floor next to his if you're looking for an action thread for the rest of the day.))
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[It's been two weeks now since her arrival. The device she’d eventually found on her person was almost exactly like the scroll she used back home, which made it easy enough to access the network and read through what it has to offer. She'd done her research before reaching out to anyone, reading through the pamphlets provided and even combing back through recent messages to see what other sorts of people might be here. All in all, it's been a full couple of weeks, not to mention she'd been more or less welcomed to Wonderland by an event that had people singing spontaneously about their passions, followed by— Well. She doesn't want to think about the part that came after.

It still doesn't make complete sense, and even after all that research, she has more questions than answers, but reaching out to make contact with people seems like the most logical next step. She's spoken to a few individuals, but she hasn't addressed the network at large yet. Time to change that.

When the feed opens, it shows a steady close-up of a serious-looking girl of about seventeen, looking straight ahead as though making eye contact with whoever's on the other end— serious, but not unfriendly. Her eyes are gold, with a sharp angle to them that seems just a little bit inhuman.]


I’m still working on finding my way around, but I’ve noticed you have quite the library here.

[An innocuous enough comment, and genuinely relevant to her interests.]

I was looking at some records there. They cover events going over the last few years. Pretty colorful place, isn’t it? I also noticed a lot of mentions of magic, in addition to the recent message concerning the Magic Library, but nothing about Dust. Are there that many people here who can use magic freely, without needing Dust as a catalyst?

[Or are they outliers? She's certainly not one of them, but she can't help being curious. Outside of stories, it's unheard of back in Remnant.]

It's obvious that Wonderland itself has its own brand of magic. For those who can use it, have you found that the environment effects your own abilities?
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[personal profile] insincerecharm
[Becks hasn't used, or even really looked at, the network much since she's been here. That in itself is kind of out of sorts, because usually that would have been the first place she went, and probably where she spent a large sum of her time. Reading over backlogs and the like, to see what she could glean from the masses about this place.

But....

Waking up from death does a lot to mix up your priorities. Imagine that.

The... Event had not be great for her. She kind of lost herself to a lot of things going on in her head, things that bugged her, bothered her in a down-to-her-bones kind of way that she hated immensely. She wasn't what a person could call weak, but god, she felt it lately.

Still does, even now, as she pieces together this post. Hidden behind a wall of anonymity that would have Georgia giving her, her best 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed' face if she knew she was making it this way.

Normally, Rebecca had no problem signing her name to anything and everything she ever wrote, or said, in any manner or fashion. But this... this was a little easier to do with that step outside of herself.]


Not gonna lie. I'm a little ashamed of myself for doing this, at least...doing it the way that I am. It's not really me, to hide behind a mask, but...I don't think I could do this without it right now, so...here I am.

Here's my question for the Wonderland masses:

How many of you can say this place is a second chance on borrowed time?

I know I can't be the only one who died back home. I don't know about the rest of you, but I know I feel like being here completely steals away everything I stood for, everything I died for.

I died for a purpose. With a purpose. It was the right decision for everything that was going on. My death meant my people survived, and the people that deserved it would be getting the information we needed to share. I was okay with it. At peace with it.

And then I woke up here.

And it was all ripped away from me.

I don't know how to cope with it. I really don't. And that bugs me, a lot, because I'm totally the 'get up and push on' kinda person, so feeling this lost and stuck is weird and new and I hate it. And I want to fix it.

Or at the very least, commiserate with people that maybe can understand this feeling on a personal level.

heroica: (you can call it what you want)
[personal profile] heroica
Greetings. [ Inhale, exhale. They still have time. ] For those of you I've yet to meet, my name is Robyn Cousland, one of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden. You don't have to know anything about the Order, but know that I have... some experience in leading others, and a great amount of exposure to war.

[ Between Ferelden's civil war and the Blight... it was a lot, she thinks. ]

I know that everyone here has their own strengths to share with others, so I thought that I might make an offer of my own. Since diplomacy has failed us, we must be ready for battle. I have experience creating traps, some basic poisons, and, perhaps most importantly, healing potions and poultices. I am a practiced archer, and I fight with my mabari - a war hound - at my side. If any of these things would be useful to you, I would be happy to give lessons for whichever of the above you would like to learn.

[ Her jaw is tight, her expression strained. The Warden sighs, dropping her gaze. ]

It sounds a bit - bleak, really, but I wanted to add that... you may want to think about the people and things most important to you, and the lengths to which you'd go to protect them. There may come a time when you have to place yourself in harm's way to keep them safe, and it's easier to be ready before that time comes.

[ Speaking from experience? Definitely. ]

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Apr. 1st, 2018 12:01 pm
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[ Claire is sitting at her desk in the clinic and clears her throat as the video comes up. ]

Good afternoon. I realize there have been quite a few concerns regarding the announcement of war, but unless I've simply missed it, I haven't seen anything specifically regarding triage. We don't know what sort of battle this may be, and perhaps it won't be needed. That's just it though, we don't know, and personally, I would rather be prepared.

As for my credentials, I've been a war medic. I've seen my share of fighting, and I have a medical degree, I'm a surgeon. What I would like is for those who can heal to be people I can count on. Since the last time I've requested this, individuals have come and gone, I'd like to be sure of our assets if you're willing. If not, there's no reason to feel you must.

I can train those of you who might like to learn basic first aid, I'll be in the clinic, and I'll be available here as well if you'd like to have a conversation via the device. Thank you for your time.

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Feb. 24th, 2018 04:47 pm
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[Souji's been feeling reflective lately, thinking over some things. It's elicited a question that he himself isn't sure he can answer. He wants to find out if others can, so, after some deliberation about whether or not it's a good idea, he takes to the network to ask.]

If you were able to change something in your life at home, what would it be?

[He's not sure he'll even get any answers. It's kind of a personal question. But he's hoping that some people will respond, if only to help him think through things himself.]
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(As always, to those unfamiliar with them, Legion will seem calm. To those who know them well enough, however, the flashing lights and fluttering headflaps tell a different story.)

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

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

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

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

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

[The feed cuts off.]

( OOC note: whether Pearl cleaned your character's room or not is completely 100% optional! feel free to respond even if she didn't )
jivitadana: (> β™ͺ Piangendo... [Child])
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Who: Arisato Minato [[personal profile] jivitadana] + You
Where: All around the mansion
When: Friday, 2/9 - Sunday, 2/11
Rating: PG
Summary: Minato's now six years old. Again. But things were different this time since he didn't remember Wonderland or really anything after the age of six, besides his parents dying in that horrific car crash while he survived. Thus he ended up wandering the mansion, hiding sometimes and being generally lost.

The Story: Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be? )

VIDEO; open

Feb. 5th, 2018 06:44 pm
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[personal profile] beautifullies
[ When Claire appears on the screen, she's in one of her customary 'still not out of the 18th century' articles of clothing. Though there is progress - her hair is down and that's not for respectable married women to do.

Baby steps. ]


Good afternoon. I was wondering if there might be anyone here with the authority to marry two people? I suppose it would be more a renewal of vows for my husband and I, but we'd still like for it to be as ceremonial as possible. I know in the grand scheme of things in Wonderland it might not be of consequence who says the words, but I would appreciate it if anyone willing would let me know. It would also be helpful if you happen to find a Catholic priest, but I'm more doubtful that's possible, varied as we all are.

[ Well, not the Catholic part, anyone could be anything here, but she hasn't seen a man wearing the collar so she somewhat doubts it. ]

I thank you for your time.

[PRIVATE TEXTS TO THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE: Benjamin Tallmadge, Caleb Brewster, Doc Holliday, Evelyn O'Connell, Garrett Hawke, Josuke, Kurt Weller, Mettaton, Minato, Olivia Moore, Peggy Carter, Robyn Coulsand, Snow White, Souji, & Wirt. ]

As you may have gathered from my inquiry, Jamie and I will be having a ceremony to renew our vows. Your attendance isn't required, but we would like to invite you to a formal supper in our room this Wednesday at seven o'clock p.m. You should, of course, bring a partner if you so wish. Please let me know by Wednesday morning at the latest if you will attend and if so, whether you will have a plus one.

[ It isn't like she has to do all the work; thanks, Wonderland. She just needs to know how big to make the space. ]

Fond regards,

Claire Fraser.


[ EVEN MORE PRIVATE TEXT: To Caleb Brewster and Benjamin Tallmadge. ]

I would like to ask the two of you to bear witness to the renewal of vows ceremony if you're agreeable. It's quite all right if not. It would mean being at the chapel at six o'clock p.m. if so.
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[Time for Wonderland's fifth annual Japanese KFC Christmas! The diner has been decorated just like everything else in the Mansion. Of course, like every year, Souji's made his own additions, with Minato's help. They've dragged out the Colonel (it took them several tries to get one that wasn't made of gingerbread) and in the background of the feed, Minato is stringing him with twinkling fairy lights.

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

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


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

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

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


[Note: Both Minato and Souji will answer responses (separately from one another). Feel free to have Mirrors wander in as well. There is enough chicken and cake for everyone.]
nomorules: (⚑ 109)
[personal profile] nomorules
Well, Merry effin' Christmas. It's only halfway through the month--kinda freaked to see what's in store on the actual day.

Everything coming up cookies has got me thinking about moving. Anyone need a roommate? It's more fun with 2+.
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(So who's up for another accidental video? Because Legion very obviously did not intend to start broadcasting just as they got back from a long nighttime stroll in the gardens, early on the first morning of the event.

They open the door to their room.

The exact angle of the recording device, the general weirdness of machine architecture and communication, and the sheer panic that seems to be occurring make it difficult to even parse what is going on, but the sounds of unhappy geth chattering are-

The door slams shut.)


No.

(They reach down to pluck their device from where they had it stored in their chesthole, and notice it's already recording. They chatter, mildly and not pleasantly surprised, before continuing.)

If you are not within your rooms at this time, we do not recommend returning to them. Additionally, we will not be in our room for the duration of this event.

Requesting that others do not attempt to enter.

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Oct. 2nd, 2017 07:11 pm
noreason: (My heart would be elsewhere)
[personal profile] noreason
[After eating a stroopwaffel--a thing he still does not know the name of--and having a very disorienting dream, Naoki's been thinking things over and has decided to ask Wonderland what they think.]

During everything that was happening a couple weeks ago, I had a weird dream after eating one of those cookie things Jean had. At first I thought it was just a dream, but so much of what was happening seemed to mean something that I thought I should tell people about it anyway.

[He rubs the back of his neck, just above his horn, and tilts his head to the side.]

Most of it was nonsense, but toward the end, the Dormouse was there and he said "You're going the wrong way." Does anyone have any idea what "you're going the wrong way" might mean? Or if it means anything at all?
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[The broadcast begins with a jolt, the image certainly showing that the device is laying crooked, lower than the man in them, and likely not even noticed.

The room looks like a cross between woodland cottage and a mad scientist's lab with cluttered work spaces and a bed pushed into one corner, and a curtain seemingly leading off to a second room. The image of a man scurrying about is seen, his waistcoat mustard colored and his sleeves rolled up. Glimpses of his face might show that his cheeks are red and his hair in a wild tousled state.

His attention though is on anything but the device.]


Nono! Not that. No! He isn't for you to play with!

[Scurrying after something that darts past the camera, the rich, desert-y tan of its fur brushing the device. A moment later Newt rushes by after them.]

Please, come here. I need to... figure out what you even are! Yes, Andy, I know. I wasn't asking for random creatures. I asked for a kneazle.

[Not that Andy speaks, being a pyjak, but Newt has taken to talking to the beastie while doing many of the things he does around his room. Including chasing after someone or something that definitely isn't Andy, since the pyjak has picked up the device and is playing with it now, showing many other images.

Including the teal colored stick bug clinging to Newt's back, and a small, rich reddish brown creature that is racing in circles around the bed, trying to avoid the tan colored creature.

It is in that moment that Newt notices what his pyjak is holding and he groans.]


Oh Merlin's bloody beard. Turn that off.

[Spoiler: Andy doesn't.]
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(It starts much the same as it did before, with the arrival of a Geth in the garden.

People will get some pretty decent video footage of a strange robot poking around the garden, being surprisingly gentle with the plants. They hadn't expected to see a garden-or anything else-ever again. They are reminded of the organic concept of 'afterlife'. Is this the same?

Perhaps they will encounter the Geth that had been lost. It would be ...good to see them again.

Then they spot the journal. To those who witnessed their first arrival in wonderland, their actions may seem strangely similar: the moment they realize the journal is recording, they click off the feed.

This time, they do not immediately send a text.)
jivitadana: (> β™ͺ Sciolto...)
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[Everyone's memories were so intriguing. It was kind of nice to get a glimpse into each world, though at some expense great or small, whatever that expense was. Minato thought he wouldn't have the opportunity to visit all of the worlds out there, so he did have to thank Wonderland for giving him that chance. Maybe one positive out of being here was that for all the events, if some individuals didn't remember something from it, then there had to be someone else who would.

It did give him an idea too, a small one that he could work with. He just wanted to give it a try, to see if he could also get reacquainted with his own Personas that he didn't have with him now. The most important reason though was to see if he could try to know more people too, as if too to make up for the Social Links, relationships with people that he should have here. It'd be a good test for him.

His current backdrop were the stacks in the Library as he sat at a table with books all around, those that were open displaying pictures of mythological deities and supernatural creatures, maybe a few historical figures as well.]


Use three words to describe yourself, and I'll try to match you with a Persona.

text;

Aug. 9th, 2017 10:47 am
noreason: (Mighty fine shindig)
[personal profile] noreason
[Today, Naoki has opted for text. Not for any particular reason, other than that it reminds him of using his phone back at home, and he kind of likes that nostalgic feeling.]

It seems like we talk a lot about what we had at home that we don't have here. But what's something you have here that you don't have at home?

And I mean something good, not something like "here we have terrible events that try to kill us and we don't have that at home."

For me, the thing we have here that I don't have at home is night.
heroica: (you can call it what you want)
[personal profile] heroica
[ If Robyn has thoughts about their recent trip to a bizarre other universe, those thoughts aren't made clear. ... What is clear, though, is that something is bothering her, though she won't disclose that information, either... save for a few people. ]

Good morning. [ Just another day in Wonderland, though there is decidedly something missing. ] ... I realize that just a few weeks from today will mark my having been here for two years. It's a little premature, and I don't think it warrants... much acknowledgment, or - Maker, celebration - [ Her relationship with Wonderland is "It's Complicated," okay? ] But it did make me think of what I had wanted to accomplish here. Or, rather, how I wanted to spend my time.

[ There's a little sigh and the Warden tucks a loose braid behind her ear. ]

I took up some practice with a longbow and sword, but I think my tutors have gone. [ She's out of practice, anyway. ] It makes me think, though, that there are other things that I could learn with the time that I have. I wanted to take up an instrument, if anyone is willing to share what they know with a new student.

[ Robyn offers a fleeting smile and tries very hard to sustain it. ]

I can offer a bit of my own knowledge in return. ... Oh, and, I wanted to get back into the habit of riding, so if there are any others who might like to take the horses out every once in a while, please do get in touch.

[ With that (and with something like a discontented expression), she ends the call. Soon after, Robyn sends out a few private messages: ]


[ private to anders, cullen, hawke, and nathaniel: ]

Leliana has gone, I think. If any of you see her, then I hope you'll correct me.
nomorules: (⚑ 72)
[personal profile] nomorules
[Ahem, ahem. A boy with a shock of bleached hair clears his throat, fidgeting around in his seat in search of a comfortable position public speaking doesn't afford. Some of you might recognize him from his ill-fated adventure in the forest (and others from more ill-fated adventures in flirting) but fortunately today's message isn't half so dire.]

Hey, so, anybody wants to come, we're doin' a thing down by the stream Wednesday night. Nothin' fancy, just a few people.

We're havin' our own lantern ceremony. Like a, uhh, dedication thing for people who've passed on. People you're thinkin' about, stuff you're prayin' for. Shit like that. It's tradition back home, but everyone's gotta have stuff worth commemoratin', I figure. So! Everyone's welcome, even if it's not your custom.

[It's then the boy sighs and lifts a rectangular shape into view that was resting out of sight by his feet. It's a paper lantern, beautifully hand-painted in a koi pattern that makes the fish seem alive, as though they're swimming along the folds of the paper.]

I told him to keep it simple. [Damn it, this is not simple, Yusuke.] You don't gotta go overboard like... this.

[He looks awkward holding the thing, eyebrows pinched exasperatedly, and finally just sighs.]

What you do is take a lantern like this, write your prayer or message or whatever, then light a candle inside and float it on the water. That's how it works. The light's supposed to guide spirits--or that's how the official story goes, anyways.

If you wanna join in and take one of these puppies for a spin, that's where we'll be. That's all I got to say, so... thanks? Maybe I'll see some of you there.

(OOC: And you can find the mingle log for the 12th up here! Be there or be square. Or be square and come anyway, we don't discriminate.)
eatsyourscience: (too late to go back to sleep)
[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Souji is, surprise surprise, in the di-- Actually, this time he's in the kitchen. For a change of pace. He's got the device propped up on something so that he can talk at it hands free. Sitting in front of him is a piece of the rainbowiest rainbow cake a person could possibly make.]

Today is my sixth anniversary.

[He nudges the cake a little toward the camera.]

So I made cake. There's plenty of it, so I'll leave it here in the kitchen in case any one wants to have some.

[With a smile that seems quite tired, he shifts the cake to one side, and glances after it. With his gaze still cast away from the camera, he asks:]

How long have you been here? Do you want to go home? [He looks back at the camera again, his expression more thoughtful than tired now.] I'm kind of...doubting myself in that regard.
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[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?
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[personal profile] cieled
I thought this would be of use for those unaware of the story - and there do seem to be a lot of you. (No judgement. Or not much anyway.

He begins to read, beginning with Chapter One - Down the Rabbit-Hole. Chapter Two - The Pool of Tears, Chapter Three - A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale, Chapter Four - The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill, Chapter Five - Advice from a Caterpillar, Chapter Six - Pig and Pepper, Chapter Seven - A Mad Tea-Party, Chapter Eight - The Queen's Croquet-Ground, Chapter Nine - The Mock Turtle's Story, Chapter Ten - The Lobster Quadrille, Chapter Eleven - Who Stole the Tarts? and Chapter Twelve - Alice's Evidence follow. When Ciel finishes, he closes the book in his lap and smiles thinly, without humor.)


I cannot say any of it offers comfort or insight, but it is a beginning to those who are new and those who are unaware that Wonderland is, indeed, a story first and foremost.
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How's everyone enjoying another day of this fine incursion?

[Sarcasm: learn it, live it, love it.]

I'm writing in regards to the Mirrors as if they're not already the hot topic issue around here, but don't worry, it's not another warning about a murder-happy lunatic on the loose. I'd like to ask for a favor. Or maybe more like a citizen's arrest? If you happen to see a blond man with a dead look in his eyes and a sun symbol stamped on his forehead, that would be mine. I've attached a handy picture for your reference.

Be a dear and kick him back to his side should you see him, all right? He probably won't run or do more than bore you to death, but if he's here that means I'm there, and my skills aren't much good on the other side of the glass.

Pretty please and thank you! :)

- Anders
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(A well-dressed, ever-so-slightly scarred English boyEarl is sitting behind a desk, a set of neatly written notes piled neatly at one end. Before him there is a layout of "Wonderland" as best as he can calculate the rooms and proportions - as things seem to like changing. His lips twitch unhappily and he leans back, stubbornly resolved.)

These events...

How can there be absolutely no trace of them? Is the lack of evidence meant to drive us into madness?

(His one visible eye - an almost perfect sapphire blue - narrows in suspicion.)

I am late in introducing myself formerly: I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive. I call England home usually. (As if that isn't painfully apparent with his British accent.) But it seems I have fallen down the Rabbit Hole...

Will I be seeing the Red Queen next? How about the Mad Hatter?

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