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[The device comes on to a litany of swear words, many of which involving bodily things that can't actually be done. One hopes.

Then a face comes into focus wearing a dark suit and midnight black shades, and waving about a gun with his free hand.]


Are you fucking kidding me, Wonderland? Seriously? What the fuck?

[He sighs, shaking his head as Seth tries to calm himself, looking down and then back up.]

Fine. I'm back. I'll assume Richie and Kate aren't. What about Maggie? Lucifer? Chloe? Any of you hearing this? I'm in Chloe's favorite spot in the caves and about to start the hike back. I'm cranky and I'm hungry and I need a fucking beer.

[Wonderland. Is this for fucking real? Except he's most angry about the fact he had forgotten. Forgotten Maggie and Chloe and his life here. And that has him angriest of all.]
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[ Chloe is sitting at her desk with the camera propped up in front of her, and she looks wholly uncomfortable, which is par for the course whenever she addresses the network. She takes a deep breath, speaking with an even tone, clearly having rehearsed what she's about to say quite a few times. ]

Hi, everyone. If you don't know me, my name is Chloe Decker. I've been in Wonderland for almost two years, and before I came here I was a homicide detective with the Los Angeles Police Department. For the last few months I've been running the Deux Lux bar and nightclub, so if you don't know me personally, maybe you've seen me there. That's, uh, not really the point of this, though.

[ She clears her throat and pushes her hair over her shoulder, trying to get back on track. ]

I'm not closing down Lux or anything, but I've come to terms pretty recently with the fact that I'm always going to be a cop. About a year or so ago someone put together a guard to help protect people who had died multiple times in Wonderland. That person has since gone home but I always thought it was a good idea, and even though our relationship with the Mirrorside has seemed to change a little since last year, I think the concept is still applicable. So what I'd like to do is talk about reforming something similar, a group of people who have experience that might be able to offer resources or even protection for those who need it, especially during the more chaotic events.

And even outside of them, when necessary. Some of you are probably aware of an incident that occurred last year involving one of our own being murdered, and I don't think I'm the only one who felt helpless to do anything during that situation. I don't plan on laying down any law here... For the most part, I've learned we take care of each other as best we can. But I do think there is a basic code that needs to be upheld and that is one of decency towards each other, and for me, that means letting the people I care about know that they have somewhere to turn when they need help. I think this idea could help with that, whether it be organizing rescues or safe areas during events, or developing some kind of due process when someone is doing active harm to our community.

[ The part of the script she's more or less memorized is over at that point, so she presses her lips together and nods at the camera. ]

I'm open to suggestions, and volunteers.
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[ Regina's gone. So's Snow. So's Henry.

Out of the three of them, only Henry's things are gone completely but Wonderland's made mistakes before, right? Clementine was gone for so long once, her things vanished, but then she was back and she remembered.

For five days Michonne trains harder, runs longer, broods in darker corners. But now she can't stop thinking about the fact that so many people have left, and about how many people have left her specifically.

She needs a distraction. ]


Has Wonderland really fucked up in the past and gotten something wrong that we start seeing as 'normal?' I know someone who left once, all things gone like when it's supposed to be forever, only she came back, and she remembered everything. But she was gone for almost a month. Not just a week.

[ A hand rubs across her forehead, and as she pulls the camera further out, she's standing in an empty room. ]

Regina, Snow, and Henry are all gone. All of Henry's stuff left. I don't know if that means...Wonderland fucked up for him or forgot to take Regina and Snow's things too.

[ On her features, there is no panic. Internally though, she's screaming. Rick left - twice - Andrea left, Philip left, Carl left (also twice), Beth left, Daryl left. Everyone she pulls close, calls family, loves, they go. And she stays.

She thought she had something more to say but instead she just ends the video. ]
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[ Oh God why is this happening. Why.

For Wonderland, it's only been a week, but for Chloe, it's been months. She addresses the network in a curious get-up: a wedding dress and veil made out of toilet paper. It looks like she's dropped in straight out of a bachelorette party game, which she did. ]


Wow. Okay. For once? Wonderland's timing could not have been better.

[ The most observant will notice the engagement ring on her left hand.

That bachelorette party? Totally her own.

And it was sucking. ]


It's been, what, a week, maybe? Obviously longer for me. Definitely longer. [ She glances around, only then remembering the toilet paper crown which she rips off her head and discards. Chloe is in the caves: the same cave she appeared in on her first arrival to Wonderland, actually. She glances around, wide-eyed and obviously completely lost. ]

I really should have mapped these better when I had the chance.
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Lucifer's gone. [Maze is sitting on the bar in Lux, swirling a drink in her hand.] Which is just fucking typical of him. You always think, hey, maybe this time he'll stick around, be half as loyal to you as you are to him, then nope.

[She downs the glass in one gulp, then hurls it against a wall, not so much as blinking at the smash. Obviously, she's not remotely bothered.]

Guess we'll keep this shithole open. Gonna be way less piano, but that's probably a good thing. He gets so obnoxious about how good at it he is.

[She moves to turn it off, hesitates, then instead leans in, giving the camera a death glare.]

Oh. And by the way? The next person who makes Chloe cry answers to me. I will find you. I will hurt you. And if I'm feeling very merciful, I will end you, but not until you beg.

[She glares at the camera for another moment, then smiles sweetly.]

Just so you know.
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[ Good evening, Wonderland! Jessica's super perky and giggly. There's so much for her to be happy about! So now everyone gets to witness her trying to be a vlogger, because she is pointedly ignoring anything involving someone's dumb supernatural call out post. ]

There's so much romance floatin' around, I swear, and it's not even Valentine's Day. Not that I've ever known what it's like to be with someone 'round then, but whatever. [ She waves that off. ] People're gettin' married, it's sweater weather and time for cuddlin'... [ She sighs happily. ] It got me wantin' to read somethin' warm and happy for once.

[ She needed something to distract her from her burning desire for vengeance, okay? ]

But okay, so, I just started this series I've always being dyin' to read. Like, it didn't even occur to me that I could do it here! And now I can and it's so good.

[ Jessica's clutching the first book of said mystery series in her hands, the top of it just barely visible on screen. It's like she had to hug it a little to make her point. This shit's the best thing since sliced bread! ]

I know not everybody's from the same world, but somebody's bound to know about it, right? And I bet at least one person's read it, 'cause it's so popular. Like, it's a movie!

[ And so, the lion finally reveals to the lambs what book she means... ]

So, anybody read Twilight? I wanna talk with you all about it!

[ Yes. She is dead serious. ]

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Sep. 22nd, 2018 09:03 pm
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I'm afraid this isn't terribly dissimilar to a question asked not long ago... but it brought to mind one that has come repeatedly to mind since my arrival here.

[Regis is in the greenhouse. The mandrake roots he planted months ago are now topped with thick, bushy leaves and from the looks of things, he's harvesting one or two as he speaks. The vampire often forgets that he has any kind of communication device (the only way to communicate over long distances on the Continent is by letter, or by magic if one is talented in that way), but it does offer a fine way to access a wide audience.

Very clever indeed.
]

That is, the subject of vampire myths. Whether or not they exist in reality, the almost consistent origin across multiple realms seems to be that a vampire was once a human, and that they were changed.

[And he still finds that to be a distasteful thing, no matter how he tries to get around it.]

I consider myself something of an expert on the subject, on the world where I came from, but I would be curious to hear other views on it... particularly if they differ from the norm. [He pauses, briefly.] I shall be in this greenhouse for the next hour or so, should anyone wish to approach me in person.

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Aug. 12th, 2018 03:43 pm
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[There's little build up, just the camera coming on and a question.]

So... Used to be if you died five times, then you were the Mirror Queen's bitch.

So what now? We're all chummy, right? So what happens now if you kick it five times in this place? Still her plaything despite all that happened after the chess match? Did I miss that in the change over?
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[Ben looks directly into the camera, which is actually at a flattering angle believe it or not, and sighs. He also is new here but doesn't bother considering that fact. His wife is already making herself well known enough for the both of them probably.]

Look, I know most of you probably don't care, but the fact that the "magical wardrobe" [yeah, those are airquotes] isn't always precise? Is kind of a problem.

Take for instance, this calculator.

[He holds up something akin to the TI-83+, for those who took any kind of math in the 90s to 00s in modern, normal America.]

If you're from my time? This? This is an inferior piece of technology. No one wants this. What they want is the TI-89. Or, even better, a brand new Casio. But I would've happily settled for the TI-84. Doesn't even need to be the plus edition. [Oh boy, he's getting fired up now. Nerd alert.] Look everyone says that Texas Instruments were just scamming everyone when the 84s came out but that's not true. They did impressive coding upgrades. I mean, all you have to do is toss a polynomial function with asymptotes in there to see the difference.

[A long pause, as if he can hear his many friends back home and their iterations of how boring he is.]

Look, all I'm saying is that sometimes it matters what kinds of things you need. Some jobs need certain tools and specifics matter. And not just with calculators either.
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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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 [Okay, so, Wonderland.  Got it.  Cassie loved that book, especially the creepy stuff. His little girl, right there! 

[Nothing too creepy yet, but, hey: he dropped acid in college: he's so ready.  

[ No one knows who he is, and there are precisely ZERO Baskin-Robbins here (you bet your ass he checked) so his secret is safe. So this is his big chance, time to make a fresh start. Right. He's got this.  Eye of the tiger. Be the change. He's sure there's a cliche for it. 

[The point is, maybe this is a good thing. No, it is a good thing. He's got this. ] 


So. Uh. Hi. [He managed a cheezy smile and car salesman's hand wave.] 

I'm Scott....[Aaaand his mind goes blank.  How do people do this?  And why is the first thing that comes to mind 'and I'm totally not an ex-con'? 

[It's not that hard, Scott. Just, you know, sound normal. Whatever you do, don't sound suspicious or like you're trying to hide anything. Because what do you have to hide, right? hahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhh.]
 

...and I'm completely normal. [NAILED. IT.]
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[NOTE: I e n c o u r a g e you guys to talk to each other on this post. Not just to Kol. It's the kind of thing that could really spawn some good conversations so feel free to threadjack. 100% okay on my end, always, no need to ask.]



[Kol has thought on it a lot, but this seemed the simplest way to get to the masses. He felt video responses would get too convoluted and messy, so text was the easiest avenue for his purposes. Plus, it would make it a hell of a lot easier for him to keep up with his own notes of things that way, too.

He's also still coming off of trying to deal with the fact that he went through his first fully-immersive Wonderland Event, complete with what more or less amounts to a very intricate level of compulsion in his mind. Re-written memories, set to act out a part someone else decided he should play. He is not particularly fond of being on the opposite end of that little trick, and the only silver lining in was that it didn't last very long.

But he has other things brewing in the back of his mind about that, and to eventually attempt to accomplish that? He needs to know what kind of powers, magic, and other abilities may be at work, here.]


I know that this place is made up of a little bit of everyone and everything all thrown into someone's toybox for their own fun. Or, that's bloody well what it feels like, at any rate. But because it's such a mix, I find myself curious about who's out there, and what they can do.

Rumor has it, my family's sort of known in these halls, so I don't s'pose I'll be surprising anyone who knew my other siblings before they were popped back home, in owning up to being a vampire. One of the first, back where I'm from, actually.

Which brings me to my next point: Granted, I know it isn't for everyone, and not everyone does it, but there's this really strange sort of almost blanket acceptance of people here that I don't think you find in very many places. You have all these supernaturals and powered people mixing with humans and I don't even know what else. And it's just a thing, another fact of life. People can live here and be what they are, be public about it even, and it doesn't really matter. At least, that's what I've gotten out of my time here.

I imagine at least a good handful of you probably knew what I was when I got here, knew my family's story, or at least pieces of it, but as far as I know, no one's judged me. Certainly, no one's coming running at me with a stake or made threats to find ways to contain me for little more than being what I am.

You just don't have that in most places. People are so judgmental and quick to hate what they don't understand. Me, personally? I love to learn.

Which is why I'm here. No one's obligated to answer, but if you're up for the discussion, tell me. Who are you? What can you do? Not limited to folks of supernatural or powered persuasions, either. I'm interested in hearing anyone's skills.

And on a more personal note? I'm calling out to any witches who may be interested in chatting. You could say I'm a bit of a fan of magic.
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[ When the feed starts up, Jessica's sitting there with her lips pursed like she's sucking on a lemon drop. She had a willing person. She'd done this before. Badly one of those times, but--well, whatever! She had a plan this time so potential death wouldn't happen again.

She clears her throat. She'd had plenty of time to rehearse this and get used to being able to send videos instantly--Youtube was still a baby in her time, okay--so here goes! ]


Hey, Mah-nato? Mee-nato? God, I hope I'm sayin' your name right. Uh, anyway. I know you been through some crazy shit, but I'm 'bout ready for some blood, if you don't mind.

[ She breathes out. He was so nice, so she was sure it'd be okay to ask, even if the timing was shit. But with all that fuckery on Monday, she felt like she needed it. ]

Lemme know when's good for you? 'Kay, bye.

[ After a few seconds of awkward silence, she makes a soft "oh!" sound before she remembers to shut the feed off. Well, that was easier than she thought it'd be!

Too bad she didn't realize her private message was far from private. Maaaaybe she should've played around with her device more. ]
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Seems like as a good a time as ever to start questioning everything, right?

[ Liv is sitting at a desk in her room, tank top and pajama pants on, legs crossed underneath her in a chair. ]

So, I've been thinking about something. For those of you who haven't been here for the past five months or so: hi, I'm Liv, and I'm a zombie. Here's a handy link to my archived message about it:

[ guesswhatimdead.pdf ]

Moving on, my specific brand of zombie-ness is a virus: if you get bitten or scratched you get sick and then you die and then you turn, no exceptions. What I'm realizing here, in Wonderland, is that no one gets sick. Seriously, I volunteer in the clinic and no one's showed up with so much as a cold. No flu, no food poisoning, nothing. I was also looking at past network messages and there was a pregnant woman here once. Her pregnancy never advanced, ever. So, time is moving, it obviously is, because the seasons change and somehow we're all aware of when it's Thanksgiving or Christmas. Whatever. We literally counted down the new year. And yet, time isn't moving because things like aging obviously don't happen.

Illnesses and viruses don't spread.

[ Finally, the point. ]

I know that for some of you from zombie worlds if you die you'll come back, but you're already sick, whatever virus is from your world is already in you, it's already progressed to a point where you'd turn if you died. But that still means to spread it, me or anyone from a zombie world have to actually make you sick. I'd have to scratch you or bite you, and then the actual illness would have to set in: fever, chills, feeling like your bones are glass. But if illnesses never progress, then hypothetically, it can't spread. Right?

[ Which would be great for her because what she's leaving out is that if she ever slept with anyone here, she'd turn them into a zombie that way, too. ]

I don't really have a way to test it, I wouldn't ask anyone to risk a death on research, but I'd be interested in hearing your thoughts about it.

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May. 7th, 2018 10:08 pm
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{Open}

[For those that know Seth, he's looking much better than he has for months. Pulled together, all sharp creases and straight lines. There's no dark circles under his eyes and he doesn't seem to have a glass in front of him. At least for now.

He also looks bitterly amused.]


A guy goes out into the woods for one freaking week to try and get his head on straight and you all go nuts. Nice to see that much as some things change, everything else just remains the same.

With a week or so of sobering up and learning my paranoia apparently has jackshit to do with my diet of scotch and whiskey, I had a thought that came to me and if I have to live with these thoughts, so do the rest of you.

How do we know that everyone that vanishes goes home? I mean, what if some of those that are positive about serial killers and criminals in our midst... [Hello, pot? This is the kettle.] ... what if they're right and someone's bumping people off and we just assume they're being sent home like so many others?

After that thought, not sure if sobriety will pay off but we'll see how long it lasts.

{Locked to Chloe}

How are you?

{Locked to Maggie}

Where are you? Are you okay?

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Apr. 4th, 2018 12:56 am
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Open video

[Surprise! Seth is kind of sober. Maybe even totally sober.

Not that he doesn't look rode hard and hung up wet. No tie, the top two buttons on his shirt undone and no jacket in sight. The device is balanced on top of full clips he's been assembling, the corner of which is visible if one knows what they're looking at.

Same with the military rations piled on the table next to the couch he's sitting on. Someone's a paranoid bastard who's been planning.]


So... am I the only one wondering who set the Queen of Hearts up for this declaration of war thing? I mean, her lack of sanity is pretty common knowledge so it wasn't that hard, but why does it feel like... I don't know. Buttons pushed and not just her snapping radomly.

Knowing who doesn't change she's planning something, but if someone really did set her up for this, they may not be done.

If they exist.

Or isn't just me overthinking things. Sobriety is overrated and I think too much. And yeah, I get it. I sound paranoid. I get that, but still.

[Someone's had some long hours of thought to contribute to those dark bags under his eyes.]

Private text to Chloe

You busy? Something I want to run by you.

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Apr. 2nd, 2018 06:21 pm
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[Lorca flips on the video feature of the device, still wearing his Starfleet Captain's Uniform and speaks in a very slight southern accent.]

This is Captain Gabriel Lorca of the USS Discovery. Does anyone know where we are? I was on the bridge of my ship headed to Starbase 46. Now, I'm standing in the middle of a mansion. I'd also appreciate anything anyone knows about my crew.

[He's no stranger to multiple universes, but a mansion? Could his override have gotten him here instead? If it did, then...well...]
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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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Mar. 24th, 2018 01:08 pm
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[ While Wonderland is normally in a constant state of flux and there's always something going on, things had gotten especially tense in the past week. It's understandable, given how things ended with the carnival, and now with all this talk of war.

The Lois that appears on the feed today presents a more casual vibe than the last time, and this is an improvement. She still isn't thrilled about being here, but she has family here and she is finally starting to settle in. Her hair is pulled back and she's wearing one of those ridiculous Superman shirts they sell to tourists on any street corner in Metropolis -- less Pulitzer Prize-Winning Journalist Lois Lane and more Just Lois. ]


So. A question, and it's a quick one: what do you know about the Mirrors and what do you know about yours? I'm not asking for the Official Explanation here, I've got that; I'd like to hear some first-hand accounts.
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No decent person wants a war. However, after the carnival's not-so-Grand Finale, we may not have much of a say in the matter. I propose a spot of basic training. It won't be the first boot camp I've supervised.

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

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

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

[ and then she waits, leaving the feed open and steeling herself for inevitable conversation. sharp-eyed observers might realize this is the first time peggy carter has addressed the network publicly since her arrival. and back then, ten months ago, it had been via text only. it seems the threat of a war on the horizon has turned her uncommonly chatty. ]
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[The feed starts out of focus and when it comes back into focus, the view isn't much better. Mostly just a glass of amber liquid, but then these days Seth isn't much seen without one. Not unless a certain friend has been saddled with talking him down again. After a moment though the view shifts, showing the man himself. Midnight black suit, snowy shirt, even his tie is neat and knotted just show.

So much for predictions that after a while he'd start dressing down, though the girl that made the prediction had been shipped home so that might have something to do with it.

Anyone that knows the area though might recognize a booth at Lux. The same one his child self had occupied a few weeks earlier.]


Right so it hit me just now that I've been in this place over a year, which given I haven't stayed in a place longer than about six months since I was eight would be impressive. You know if not for the fact that this is about as mandatory as my last stint, and without the fun knowledge of a release date but with just about as many visit from my brother so that evens out.

[Even without Richie there, Seth's taking jabs at him. Not that he could fault Richie not visiting him in prison, but logic has no place in Seth's rantings.]

Whatever though. Most seem to keep a calendar here and the holidays and all. Christmas. Thanksgiving. What? Arbor Day's coming up, right? What about the rest though? Given we stay our same youthful, beautiful selves [He bites back saying Grunkles not included because dude, what even with the fez] does the rest matter but for ourselves? Do we count the years, or just the celebration of being alive to be stuck in this place? What about anniversaries and other dates from before?

Or does it all just become when you got here, and when all the people that matter left?

[Because for some barely functioning alcoholics without jobs to distract them, that's what's sticking in their heads, apparently.]

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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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[ Chloe has been a nursing a heavy duty hangover thanks to drowning her sorrows a little too intensely at the Galentine's Day festivities the night before. Eventually she's found her way to the network, though, begrudgingly as it is - and looking about as badly as she feels. ]

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

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

This place seriously sucks sometimes.

[ Kay now she's done. ]

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

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

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

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

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


[Private to Mahir, Shaun, and Georgia]

[More seriously, dropping any pretense:]

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

[She doesn't want to do this more than once.]
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My name is Julia Shumway. If anyone can hear me, please respond.

[ She's found herself, fittingly, on the dock. The last thing she remembers is being on the water, and a bright, blinding light... And now, she's here. Wherever "here" is.

She looks like hell, too. A bandage on her right shoulder is sopping with blood, and she's shivering in the tank top she's wearing, having just come from summer weather. The device is shaking in her hands and she can barely hold herself up, but she's doing the best she can to keep her voice level and clear. ]


We haven't been able to get a signal from anywhere in two weeks and I'm hoping this means I can get through to someone. I'm one of the people trapped in Chester's Mill, or I was, but I don't know where I am now. I just hope this means this is over, please... Someone just tell me it was worth it. Tell me this is over.

[ Video, audio, and action are all welcome. ]
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[ When Liv appears on the screen, she's in a nice off-white sweater with a hint of gold sparkle to it, full face of makeup and nervously smiling. She gives a wave, then lets out a breath she's been holding. ]

I have a confession. And some of you know. Some of you who know me don't know, and everyone else...

[ She pauses, looking down a little. Is this the right thing? Hell if she knows. It's not like she's in a place the size of Seattle. Maybe now's the time to just come clean. ]

The rest of you don't need to know but uh...at this point if someone found out by word of mouth I feel like it'd suck more, so.

My name is Liv. I've been living here since the summer. And...I'm a zombie.

[ She pauses for a beat. ]

Obviously from a different zombie world than the rest of you. I'll answer your questions now: Yes, I eat what you think I eat but the closet provides it for me. I only act like the maniac you'd expect when I'm hurt unexpectedly and then I'm super strong and just kind of...grunty. But I can help, I do help. I've saved people. I've died here. Yes, I'm technically dead right now, but I still look great?

I guess those are the hard-hitting questions. If you have any others I'll be here to answer them.

Please don't try to kill me. I'll just come back.

So I guess that's it. Now you all know, and I can breathe easier. Ish. Well, not breathe. Whatever, you know what I mean.
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[Looking about as casual as he ever does - no jacket, the top buttons undone on his dress shirt, casual for Seth - the lone remaining Gecko brother looks almost as amused as he logs in late night.

Or drunk. Good chance he's not quite wasted, benefiting from the closet and a high tolerance. Probably kind of drunk. Especially with what he has to say.]


So, with the tough guy macho assholes that seem to be the new black around here, I had a thought.

[Not that a career criminal who is literally baiting people for the sake of what he deems affection has much room to talk, but nothing is stopping him.]

Maybe the place is finding a way around the death counters and how everyone just seems to help protect each other so we don't end up adding to our numbers. If that shit is all true.

[He picks up a tumbler, taking a sipping of an amber liquid.]

Because way I see it, next event with zombie suburbs or puzzles we have to work together to save one another? Some people are just going to alienate enough people that, eh, whatever, and Wonderland just keeps on going.

[Yeah, he's pretty much prepared to get shit for this. Which is sadly kind of the goal when you're a guy used to fucking up and used to people giving you Hell all the time. Yelling is caring, after all. Right?]
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[ jim spent his first few hours in wonderland getting himself orientated, or as orientated as he can get himself, at least, given the circumstances. he read a bit of what he could find in the library (he'll dig a little deeper later), wandered around the gardens until the snow started and then explored only a small fraction of the mansion. if this a kidnapping, he's not actually sure what to make of his captors. he has no idea where he is (this is definitely no where even in the vicinity of gotham, that's for certain), but it seems that he is free to go where he pleases in this... compound? whatever wonderland is supposed to be.

because the idea of it being the wonderland is just ridiculous.

the next step is to start talking to people. people who are possibly in a situation much like his, from what he's seen. so he pulls out the communicator he found when he first got here and switches it to the video function. well, he's hoping it's doing what he thinks it is, and broadcasting to people. otherwise he's just recording a video and talking to himself which is basically the opposite of what he wants to do right now
]

My name is James Gordon and I'm a detective from the Gotham City Police Department. [ the threat of arrest is there but left unsaid. his being part of the gcpd may not mean a whole lot outside of gotham, but he would hope the fact that he's still a cop would mean something.

he pauses a moment before deciding to continue
]

I hear this place is Wonderland. I never did like fairy tales. Who knew that this would be the one to try to get back at me for it.

Anyway, if anyone's seeing this, any information on where this actually is would be helpful.

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Dec. 10th, 2017 02:46 pm
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I'm seeing a lot of shoddy 'let me out of here or I'll start stabbing people/shooting people/blowing the place up' attempts at introductions lately, and really, it's starting to get boring.

We get it. Barely anyone actually wants to be here, but if you're going to open with threats, at least try to be inventive about it.

But here's a heads up. No one is impressed by your metaphorical dick-waving. Put it away and at least try to act like you're a civilised person. We put up with worse than you and your shit at least once every couple of months.

If anyone actually tries to start a one man riot, I will personally turn them into a fucking pigeon, and they can go into time out on the roof.

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