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Dec. 11th, 2017 07:31 pm
lifeisntfun: (Happy)
[personal profile] lifeisntfun
[Beatrice fumbles a little when turning on the communication device. It's a lot easier to operate now that she's a girl again, but she's still getting used to using fingers and hands again. She feels so out of practice!]

So, everybody, I've been wondering.
I know we have magical closets or some weird thing, can we get living things out of those closets? I just want my dog back. I want something furry that won't say anything stupid. God knows, Wirt doesn't satisfy either of those requirements. If anyone can help, let me know. I'd rather socialize with my dog than about 90% of you.

[And on that rude note, Beatrice is out.]
punful: (what do you call a skeleton in the rain?)
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[Sans is out at his hotdog stand, apparently oblivious to the growing cold. His black cat, 4, is a lot less oblivious, considering he's curled up in Sans's hood. He's peering dubiously at the camera while Sans fiddles with condiments. This is the first time Sans has really been out in public since the last event.]

probably only a couple more days till wonderland throws the holidays at us, huh? gonna be my third one, personally. wonder how bad it's gonna be this time. last year we didn't sleep and kept waking up in a wonderland where everyone was brainwashed. year before that, i almost froze to death. despite, yanno, bein' a skeleton.

[Sans sets about toasting a few hotdog buns on the grill behind him.]

hey, so...indulge me. if you could have any one thing for gyftmas, or christmas, or whatever you celebrate--what would it be? no limits. could be purely conceptual or intangible. just any one thing.

...and hey, if you wanna give a sarcastic answer, feel free. think we've all had enough truth or dare where you can't pick dare lately, after all. i'm just curious.
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[personal profile] seasonforpeaches
[Enter a very bright-eyed young woman with a dorky grin.]

Greetings, Wonderland! [She interrupts herself with a quick chuckle and proceeds to speak with a lot of hand movement]

"Wonderland", listen to me. It just - it sort of rolls off the tongue nicely, doesn't it? Oh, I'm rambling.

[And here comes the awkward wave.] My name is Taylor and, while I do have several questions, they seem to be pushed aside with the roars of my hunger. Gosh, all of this Wonderland mumbo-jumbo makes a person hungry, do you feel that also?

[She sweeps away that last statement with a simple gesture of a hand movement.]

Anyways. Bonjour!

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Oct. 15th, 2017 03:58 pm
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[personal profile] livemoore
[ She's felt so restless for a number of different reasons, and she keeps picking up her device, not sure who she's wanting to reach out to, who she wants to be reaching out to, so finally, she just addresses the network at large. ]

So, getting drunk for multiple days after you die. Par for the course, or just me?

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Oct. 13th, 2017 10:48 pm
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[personal profile] geekorthodox
[ There's a lot on her mind, a lot she could say. Maybe it would help to talk about some of the terrifying nightmares she's been having since the event ended, but that's not a conversation she's ready to have yet. It's easier for her, at least, to check up on others.

She's still a stranger to many, but you have to start somewhere. ]


This week was... [ Well. She died. And so did a lot of other people, she's guessing. So. ] Anyway. I just wanted to see if uh, you're all okay out there.

[ She's sure a lot of people are wondering who the hell she is and why she would care, but oh well. She does. ]

Right now, I'm not a super big fan of sleeping, so if you can't sleep either and you want a buddy, come find me at the diner. I'll be the one hunched over a huge cup of hot cocoa and an etch-a-sketch. [ Old school, but soothing. Thanks, Wonderland closets. ]
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?
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ok are there meetings or some kinda gatherings about how we do things in wonderland or do people just stick to their corners and fling whatever they got out into the air? cause i'm feeling pretty freaked and banging my head against the wall's apparently only gonna turn me into a squishy nom-nom for the core

so idk SWF 19 seeking direction? moral support? the S is for sarcastic btw. but i can sweeten the pot with some gnarly tech skills and a can-do attitude

also anyone here use a VENDOR TOKEN before? there's a catch, right?



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[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!
]

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Sep. 19th, 2017 11:34 am
ssmisery: (I'm about to deck you)
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We can't get into our room because our cat keeps pawing at the tear in reality and we turn into animals or start hating each other or something.
Whose fault is this.
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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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[personal profile] mettatonvevo
[The video feed opens to a pair of robotic hands pinning a sign to a pillar in the Entrance Hall. This isn’t terribly peculiar since Mettaton has done this quite a lot in the past for his concerts but the subject of this flyer is of a different affair than anyone is accustomed to seeing. It is rather bare in comparison to the almost gaudy things he’s put up before but this one is straight and to the point: a picture of a ghost that some of Wonderland may recognize and the words on the top and bottom of the flyer say in big bold, eye-catching print HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GHOST? Anyone who happens to explore the mansion today will run into a lot of them hung up all over Wonderland.

There’s a couple of seconds as Mettaton adjusts the flyer so it sits perfectly on it and, satisfied, he reaches a hand back to the camera and turns it to face him.]


Hello Wonderland! It’s been awhile since I have posted here, I know, it’s a tragedy that I need to remedy more often, but that’s a problem for later. For now, dear Wonderland, I need your help. You see, in that last event or perhaps a little before it, someone important went missing. And I know some of you knew them, so I will need your help in finding them!

[He says this with a confidence that does not betray the anxiety that has been building in his soul that he has been fervently denying.]

Now I know one of the first questions some of you may ask me is “Is their room empty?” Well. Their room being empty, whether or not it is, doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that they are missing and that I will find them. Any information you have as to where they may be would be incredibly helpful!

[Now Mettaton looks almost imploringly to the camera, but of course he’d never come off as desperate, no, he’s Mettaton! He’d never potentially lose his cool like this.]

So! If any of you have information about the whereabouts of the dear and lovely Napstablook, I am all ears! I will be all over Wonderland and if you have anything at all, respond to this and let me know.

[With a decisive nod he ends the feed.]

((ooc: If you’re feeling an action thread, Mettaton can be found almost all over Wonderland feverishly looking for his dear friend, so feel free to run into his rather desperate search as he denies that Napstablook is gone. Places of note are The Music Room, the Library and probably the entirety of the Second Floor but he can absolutely be found anywhere you wish other than the Forest, which is a closed prompt.))

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Aug. 9th, 2017 10:47 am
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[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.

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Aug. 2nd, 2017 04:45 pm
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[personal profile] oakay
[There's a face very, very, very close to the screen. Not a shock, given he's basically sitting on the device with wide eyes and a mouth hanging open a little in awe. It makes strange noises sometimes and he's not sure what it is but he will work it out. He's smarter than he looks, he'll have you know. He's a smart cookie. The smartest of cookies even because cookies are remarkably dumb. They don't even put up a fight when he eats them so they're clearly inferior to the all mighty Groot.

He leans forward slowly. He licks it. Ew. Nope. Not food. Hmm.

Okay, back to square one.

It's not doing much but be kind of reflective, it's probably not a weapon and--

Oh! He can see his face!!!

He pulls funny faces into it happily, delighted with how he can see himself and somehow not paying attention to anything else in the screen but himself.]


I am Groot!

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Aug. 1st, 2017 06:55 pm
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[personal profile] modore
[The feed begins. Satoru carefully centers himself in the frame before sitting back. He's outside in the grass next to the lake, with the device propped up against a tree.]

I think I have the gist of things. [He read the pamphlet, which was pretty helpful as a crash course.] But there are still some things I'm confused about.

[His frustration is apparent in a brief pause that follows that admission, however.]

Asking questions won't change the situation, but...can someone explain the part about time not moving?

[Because that is relevant to his interests.]

[Kayo seems a little more unsure. She’s standing just behind Satoru and trying not to draw much attention to herself. Making any kind of announcement to a wide group of people is uncomfortable, and it’s easier to just let him take the lead, if he wants to.]

...Isn’t that impossible?

[She’s quiet, but also not very impressed by the supposed magicalness of the world around them. Life isn’t a storybook and people don’t get whisked away to worlds where time doesn’t exist. It sounds kind of stupid to believe something like that just because someone put it in a professional-looking pamphlet.]
[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?

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Jul. 18th, 2017 08:55 pm
suspense_kills_me: (Look Up talking)
[personal profile] suspense_kills_me
[After the slightest bit of fumbling, Red appears on the screen, dressed in his customary three piece suit and Fedora. He has an extremely important question, after, of course, the customary introduction. It's only polite]

Good afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Raymond Reddington.

[The introduction, like his wardrobe, is just slightly over the top. Other than that, he seems completely at ease, like winding up in Wonderland is just another day for him.]

While I have to commend our hosts on the accommodations, it seems as though the food and drink leaves something to be desired. Does anyone know where to get an above average chocolate chip cookie? I’m having a hell of a time locating one that doesn’t taste like the packaging it comes in. A good scotch wouldn't go unappreciated either.
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[personal profile] choosetruth
Let's talk news.

[Georgia's sitting at her desk, dressed in her usual black blazer and white shirt, staring at the camera seriously through her dark sunglasses.]

I'm sure no one's guessed, but it's an important topic to me. In my world, the news, like everything else, changed radically during the summer of 2014 when the Rising happened. While mainstream newspapers and tv anchors were reporting that everything was fine and laughing about "hoax" zombie sightings, bloggers who took it upon themselves to figure out what was really happening. For bloggers, spreading the truth was more important than maintaining the rapidly deteriorating status quo. They risked their lives to learn how to deal with zombies, and they wrote everything down even while fighting off infection, so that more people could use what they'd learned to survive. They were the heroes of the Rising, and a big part of why we're still around.

The Rising ended over twenty years ago, but we never forgot. There's a reason I'm a blogger, and it's not because I couldn't get a job with a so-called "legitimate" newspaper if I'd tried. My generation trusts bloggers to tell the truth on their own terms, not to bow to the will of various outside powers with different agendas. That's what I'm here to bring. The truth, nothing but.

[She sits back. Her eyes are hidden behind her glasses, but her intense focus is clear anyway.]

But that's my world. I'm interested in hearing about yours. Internet, newspaper, hell, even if the best you've got is a town crier, you've got to get your news somehow. So tell me: what's your experience with the media?
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[personal profile] dangerouslyunhip
Alright, so I’ve done all the reading, looked through the brochure. Really handy, by the way, more inter-dimensional kidnappings could use something like that. Nice to show up and have tourist info provided right off the bat.

[He’s doing his best to put a good face on this, he really is. Given his most recent inter-dimensional experiences, this is something of an improvement-- although all things considered, there’s nowhere he’d rather be right now than Earth, preferably with his team, although he supposes that last part is on him. He’d chosen to walk away, at least for a little while. Thanks to that decision, the first night here had been a little more difficult than it might have otherwise, but he's managing.

He’ll give Wonderland some credit. It beats solitary confinement in a parasite’s prison.]


That said, I’m not sure how I feel about a world without Wikipedia. How do you settle all the random debates that come up over breakfast without Wikipedia?

Teddy Altman, by the way. I hear I've been here before, but I don't remember any of it. Apologies in advance for that one.
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[personal profile] drummeintheface
GUYS. THIS IS A GOOD ONE.

[Greg is right up in the camera's grill again. Somebody needs to teach him webiquette at some point.]

I can do magic again! And I'm short! And I've got furry feets!

[He puts the camera down against something so he can show off. The height isn't probably noticeable to most people, as he's about the same height he was before-- which was already pretty short. He does indeed have furry feet, though, and with a wave of his hand, he summons some light, low-hanging fog that quickly makes it difficult to see him as he thinks of yet another cool thing he wants to show and tell:]

Oh! And I got this coolio slingshot! It's made of gold which is also a rock! And that's a rock fact!

[As the fog dissipates, Greg's tapping his chin with the slingshot. He doesn't seem to see the figure that's looming a few yards behind him.]

Hmm. Maybe I can get a baby Rock Facts Rock and bring him home with me. This is where they come from, right?

[The figure slowly extends a sneaking vine towards Greg, moving inch by inch. Greg shrugs, his mind on more important things.]

Well, maybe later. I gotta figure out what other magic I can do!

[And so Greg steps forward to turn off his device. Just as the feed ends, the viewer can see the vine creeping along the ground behind him, intent on tangling around his ankles.

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Jun. 23rd, 2017 11:45 pm
charlastan: Bulletproof Heart - My Chemical Romance (And do our talking with a laser beam)
[personal profile] charlastan
[After a somewhat mediocre perception check of 8, Stan comes on the screen with no shame whatsoever, holding the camera right up to his face.]

WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO MY EARS?!

[Stan removes the hood from his outfit and sure enough, his normally gigantic ears are now...well, still gigantic but pointy. He twitches them like an irritated cat.]

Ugh, is this that...Dee Dee and More Dee thing? I look ridiculous!

[Actually...by nature of being an elf he's a little slimmer, which makes him look a just a bit younger than before. That's about all he had to say on the matter though - he's done his public whining, so he grumbles and hangs up.]
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[personal profile] krmvgivv
[Like everyone, Dipper looks a little different. When he speaks, it's calmly and confidently and with a certain quality that makes you want to actually sit up and listen. It is... dare I say, a speech worthy of a diplomacy 18 check.]

Hey everyone. Peridot already explained the setting, and I think I can explain the rest. Have you noticed everything feeling a little more... random than usual? Because the costumes, my new ears, the weapons I definitely shouldn't know how to use and sometimes do, and oh yeah, the part where I can do magic...

[He whirls around, sending some magic missiles at an injector drill. He grins.]

So. Cool. But yeah, besides the setting this definitely is coming straight out of a Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons game. I think it's from our world because this is exactly how I looked that time Grunkle Ford and I were transformed by [There's something weird about the wizard's name. Like he just can't quite remember what... ah. It's their missing word. Great. He forces out the only name he can think of in connection to the wizard, even though he knows it's not quite right. Definitely their world.] Probabilitizzle the Annoying.

So yeah, have fun! And if your actions start feeling weirdly more... random than usual? That's part of the fun. Never know when you're gonna crit fail or get a nat 38, right? Just try to keep all your HP and you'll be fine.

[ooc: responses will be coming from [personal profile] draziw!]
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[personal profile] slapfight
[AH YES. LOOK AT THAT BEAUTIFUL SCENERY. Assuming you don't get motion sickness, because this is some definite mockumentary shit right here. The camera moves across the beautiful canyon with its creepy Jungi Ito-ian splendor, narrated by a familiar shrill voice.]

See? This is what I've been talking about! This is what I call a kindergarten, you clods. And not only is it a kindergarten, it's the Prime Kindergarten on Earth. Look at it. It's so elegant, so well-thought out.

[The camera lingers on a busted injector drill for a moment.]
Obviously, the equipment is defunct now, but in its day, this place was a well-oiled machine producing gems for Homeworld. If it wasn't for the fact that kindergartens drain planets of their resources and make them inhabitable for organic life, this one could probably still produce a few more quartzes. Heh.

[She laughs, awkwardly.]
- Oh! But you should see this. This is what the Wonderland creature was talking about- Ngh! [She holds the camera up, trying to get a view inside one of the holes, but it's... dark so there's not really much to see.] Look how perfect this hole is. The quartz who came out of this had to have been a brute. Also!  You should all know that this is actually a reproduction of the kindergarten Amethyst was made in. For those of you who knew her, which most of you should have.

[The camera shuffles around, reminding everyone to never eat before watching a mockumentary.] It would be almost perfect as a slice of home if not for one... problem.

[and she finally turns the camera around, revealing this face, wearing something like this, though with significantly less cleavage involved.] WHY DO I LOOK LIKE THIS?! I'm supposed to be in my element. Those Wonderclods are going to pay for-

[There's an unnerving sound off-camera and Peridot looks away nervously.] Oh no... I almost forgot about them.


[all replies will come from [personal profile] clodcuckoolander.]
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[Nothing happens at first. It's just a static image of one of the tea rooms.

But then, if you look carefully, you'll see something very small is rolling across the table. The Dormouse is rolling so slowly that he would probably get where he's going faster if he just walked there, but he's still trying his best.

Finally, he reaches his teacup and gently bumps into it. Stumbling, since he's now both very tired and very dizzy, he climbs over the side and snuggles down inside a cup, curling up and filling the whole thing.
]

Mm...a perfect hole...no angles in the exit...strong silhouette...frictional...glass alllll the way back...

[It's not glass. This is nonsense. His babbling turns into muttering which eventually turns into snoring.]

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Jun. 12th, 2017 07:57 pm
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[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.

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Jun. 6th, 2017 08:28 am
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[personal profile] burntvideocassette

[The feed flicks on to a shaky view of the forest. The underbrush is thick, and for a moment a hand is visible, reaching out and pushing aside a curtain of vines. Whoever is filming looks to be about three miles in.]

[After roughly thirty seconds of this, there’s a voice.]

I’ve been walking for what feels like an hour. Maybe more, maybe less.

[He speaks with a disinterested Alabama drawl, but there’s a quiet, choked anxiety to what he’s saying. If he’s trying to sound neutral, he’s not quite succeeding.]

I don’t know if this thing is actually connected to the internet, or if it just looks that way, but if anyone’s...if anyone sees this and knows where I am, that’d be…

[He trails off, and eventually the sound of footfalls on dry leaves fall quiet as well. He turns the camera on himself. He’s a young man, scrawny, with wide-set eyes shaded by the brim of a baseball cap. He doesn’t look directly at the lens, his gaze twitching toward the trees.]

If this place is...where I think it is--and I mean, not too many other options, after what happened, and if there are people who can see this, I have a question.

Has anyone here seen a--a girl about my age? [He stutters, and his voice speeds up.] Brown hair, past the shoulders, doesn’t look like she’s slept in…? [He winces.] Jessica, her name’s Jessica Locke, and I need to know if she’s here.

[He starts to pace, and the camera dips lower, revealing the edge of a red stain on his shirt.]

And I guess, if you haven’t seen her, there are others, like--like Amy W█̤͕͖͙̖-- [The last name is lost in a blip of static. He continues rattling off the names quickly, like he’s gone through the spiel too many times before.] --Brian Thomas, Seth Wilson, Sarah Reid…

[He pauses. Deliberates.]

...Tim Wright?

Alex Kr͔̕a̡̻█͕̣͟█̜̜̜█͓̖̬?͇͕̖̻̼̀ [Another burst of static, longer this time. Again, he doesn’t appear to notice.]

[Something catches his eye, and he tenses up. The camera drops away from his face, and the video blurs as he jolts forward, leaves crunching underfoot. Just before the feed cuts, he mutters something barely audible.]

--where it takes you--

angewiesen: (30)
[personal profile] angewiesen
Unseasonable snow aside… [Which Jean was enjoying in his own way. He was sitting in the window of his room, watching it fall while still being warm and cozy. He just had a pressing question for the moment, one that had been building up in his head for awhile.]

I’ve been here for a couple of months, and I’ve talked to enough people to get an idea of how the other half lives. But I’ve still gotta ask—

Is this normal? Not the weird events, or any of the other Wonderland junk, just… This strange, stress-free way of life. Having a roof over your head, food on your plate, and no danger constantly knocking on your front door. The peace and quiet.

It’s more than most people in my world could ever ask for. But the people here seem used to it the moment they set foot in the place. Do we just have terrible luck where I’m from? Is this really how humanity is supposed to live?

[His gaze turns soft and thoughtful.]

I don’t know why it bothers me so damn much.

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May. 22nd, 2017 02:37 am
rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry: (sad and alone)
[personal profile] rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry
d-does any one have any um... regular tape....

the closet has given me.....

duct tape,
electrical tape,
masking tape,
packing tape,
painter's tape,
a book on tape,
and double-sided tape
and a lot more kinds of tape i don't know the name of....

but i need regular tape

also does anyone know how to put together.... a book that the pages have been torn out of....

or how to.... reknit a scarf.....

or.... or.....

i'm sorry.....
wickedwest: (Not making nice with everybody though)
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Have to say that wasn't what I expected.

[She actually seems relieved about it not being what she was expecting because...]

Honestly, given all that and given the dust, I was half expecting some sort of curse or something else that made everything worse.

[Don't get her wrong, she's glad it's not, but still.]

Seems like that's the main thing you science types do anyway. I mean really, I tried to make my own way home a while back and you didn't see any of this happening. Still think that bit with everyone floating a year ago was one of you too.

[She hadn't thought about it in a while, and didn't care when it happened, but now that she's thinking about science stuff, she's decided it bothered her.]

Not to mention that text asking about portals a few months ago, really, you don't see those of us with magic making a giant mess of everything on the regular. Can't blame you for trying to find a way out, but please, try to make less of a mess in the future. Sure the rest of us would appreciate it.

[Look, she is trying to be a better person about things, but tact is still not her strong suit. Sorry Wonderland.]
punful: (it's going tibia okay)
[personal profile] punful
[Sans looks more tired than usual, which is saying something.]

hey, uh. has anyone seen a cat?

[He rubs the back of his skull.]

not a talking cat or anything. a regular one. black fur, one bent ear. kinda moody. answers to 4, usually.

[He sounds pretty neutral, but he can't quite stifle a quiet sigh.]

lost track of him during the event. we got cornered on the third floor and he, uh. got away from me. he's been through worse events, so i'm not too worried, but he just...usually turns up by now.

[He's quiet for a bit, staring away off camera.]

if anyone's seen him, please let me know.




[ooc: the cat is fine and will turn up on his own unharmed, unless someone wants to find him first.]
deadshapes: (cats have good balance)
[personal profile] deadshapes
[The feed opens with a view from the mansion roof, panning back and forth over the courtyard and gardens. Then it pans down, all the way to the ground.]

Yeesh, that's high up. It'd be cooler if it was on a cliff, though. If I was gonna have a castle, I'd put it on a cliff, so it could be all imposing and get struck by lightning and stuff. ...I mean, okay, I know this is more of a palace than a castle, but still.

[There's a pause, then a sigh.]

C'mon, Mae. You can't stall forever.

[The video turns around and reveals the face of the person recording. It's a cat girl! Only significantly less anime than some might expect. She's got blue-black fur, crazy orange eyes and a somewhat mangled right ear.]

[She smiles kind of weakly at the camera.]


Heeeey, so you've got like, FaceTime here, huh? Cool. Uh, so. I'm Mae? I don't know what I'm doing here? And I looked at some of the older posts on here, and I guess that's like...normal? Which doesn't really make me feel much better. It kind of actually makes me feel like I just woke up in an insane asylum. Mae's finally in the nuthouse! Right in the can of mixed nuts. I think I'd be a cashew. Which I guess isn't even a real nut, so.

[It's like a legume or something. Anyway.]

I read that--pamphlet thing? About dimensions and alternate realities and sci-fi horror movie crap. That's cool and all, but I think I'm just gonna treat this whole thing like a really effed up dream for awhile. Just, like, for the sake of my sanity. Okay? Okay.

...

Is there a pizza place around here at least?

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