007] [video and/or action]

Oct. 9th, 2014 11:42 am
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[Well well well, look who's crawled out of his hole... It's been a while, Wonderland. Sup?]

Uh, yo. I was thinking- [oh no abort abort] and like looking at the calendar or whatever, and I've totally been here for, like, an entire year. I think. Pretty sure. Whatever, anyway-

[The feed shakes a bit as Jesse digs around his pocket for something, and there's a bit of muffled swearing and a few 'oh come on's; probably should have gotten his shit together before starting the damn thing, huh? OH WELL. Moving right along.

He finds what he's looking for eventually, and he holds it up to the feed. It's sort of blurry because it's slightly too close to the camera, but it's obvious enough what it is: a small wooden coin, about the size of a poker chip; its face is smooth and shiny, and there's an artsy looking '12' carved into it. It's obviously been treated in a way that compliments the natural grain and colour of the wood, and it's pretty legit. Professional, even- have some god damn pride, Jesse, Jesus.]

I figured we gotta mark the time somehow, you know? Since we don't actually get any older and those tearaway calendar things stop being cool when you're like...  Five. [Except for the ones with the pinup chicks on 'em. Those are cool forever, but that's not the point, okay? By and large they're mad lame hence... This.

He looks away, sets his hand over the side of his neck in a dead giveaway of his growing awkwardness. This is totally putting himself out there like... Legit, wow, why did he think this was a good idea? Uuuuuugh...

He perseveres anyway, though, because there's no going back now. The damage is done, he's made his video bed, it's over, etc.]

So if you're into it, lemme me know how long you want and I'll get on it. I'm at the shed thing, you know-- outside, kinda by the woods, ish.

[It's possible this will out him to... The like five people he knows personally and hasn't already outed himself to, but whatever. He's over it.

CARRY ON, WONDERLAND. Or come find him (he'll be in the shed, covered in shavings and dust and working on whatever), hit him up here, point and laugh. You know. Whichever.]
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Oct. 5th, 2014 03:03 pm
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[Brittany looked...troubled.]

[Not overly concerned.  Not yet.  But it was clear that something had been weighing heavily on the young girl's mind.  Evident by the fact that she was once again coming to the Network for help.  Better than the Internet.  Usually.]

I have a question.  One of those hippopotamus--[hypothetical]--kind.

What if...you know...the other you on the other side of the mirror...say, for example, had sex with somebody else's somebody else?  Does that mean YOU had sex?  Does that count?
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It's a song about the days you spend without me at our home

Oct. 2nd, 2014 08:57 pm
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I. The Vendors [ACTION - OPEN!]

[ If you ask Philip, then the only real thing of value he left behind on the other side is his gun. Easy enough to replace, or so you'd think, but the closet is having a difficult day, and anyway, the kind of ammunition he is looking for probably warrants a trip down to his favourite masked creeps either way.

The trip will be a quick one, but anybody in the vicinity might still find him silently pondering over some of the available models, or scribbling down part of his special order on a slip of paper, to convey it to one of the merchants. ]

II. The Bar [ACTION - OPEN!]

[ Once that errand is done, Philip heads up to the bar. He pulls his copy of the Resistance Notebook from his pocket, and sets it down on the table. It still works, for all he can tell. Pretty useful information on Real versus Mirror codewords too, though he's past regretting that blunder.

All that's left to do is smooth out the aftermath. Philip doesn't want to draw that kind of attention to himself, let alone be questioned beyond what he'd offer freely, but there are people he owes- people he promised that kind of effort to. Not the entire network of bored readers, but...

Philip turns the pen between his fingers for a while, and finally starts to write: ]

III. Resistance Notebook [SEMI-OPEN TO RESISTANCE MEMBERS]

Fifth Death

Process took five days after moment of death, exact timeline of events unsure. Took place in location comprised solely of bright light1. Similar to appearance and sensation of light near Core room, potentially same place. Confronted by Queen & asked to choose between "fueling Wonderland" in death, or resurrecting for a small price2. Chose the latter. No side-effects or further memory loss observed to date.

★★★★✩ - would recommend with caution

1Non-corporeal experience; dead body never moved to my knowledge.
2Non-monetary. Exact nature likely varies between individuals.

IV. The Library [YET MORE ACTION - OPEN!]

[ Philip's final stop for the day is the library, specifically whatever rows have currently decided to house the Languages & Linguistics section. He will browse there for a great deal of time, lugging around an increasingly sizable stack of books.

Eventually he will drop his haul on a nearby table, transfer it neatly into a cardboard box, and carry it up to his room. ]
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[AUDIO] in that instant it started to pour

Sep. 23rd, 2014 04:31 pm
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This is- this is Eve- Evelyn, this is Evelyn O'Connell, I-I need-

[Many were applauding themselves for calling the Duchess on what could be nothing more than an elaborate bluff, a red herring meant to discombobulate them, send them all running in different directions. Fewer still were concerned with the lack of resolution, and with a three-year history of living in Wonderland Evelyn knew better than to grow complacent while those in power nursed their plans to a likely-explosive fruition. Her disappointment regarding her inability to solve the riddle - which Evelyn blamed a great deal on her own incompetence - was nigh palpable even after the event had passed and everyone returned to their respective sides.

Or so one had to hope, as some people had yet to communicate their safe homecoming. Evelyn's line of contact with Philip during the event had put aside any ill feelings from the impromptu (and decidedly awkward) meeting of her current affair, Will Graham, in favour of forcing their efforts into uncovering the secret location of the Vorpal Sword. Since then, he had not called.

It was easy to dismiss the reclusive behaviour based on precedent, but to see Philip's dog, Faraday, whining and snuffling about the library in search of a familiar scent (hers?) was cause for concern. One exhausting trek up to the fifth floor later and the animal pawed desperately at the door of a tearoom, and she could feel- no, she ached with the growing anxiety that sat like a heavy stone in the pit of her stomach.]

...p-please, I need help, there's been...

[Beyond the threshold was an unholy mess of red, a body sprawled inelegantly and clutching its - his - communicator as if in a last-ditch attempt at contacting someone, anyone, for help. Evelyn did not need to turn the face to her, gazing lifelessly in the opposite direction, to determine the identity of the victim of what appeared to be an inordinately violent murder by stabbing.

She knew who it was.]

I told him to be careful, he's lost- he's lost them- them all...if someone could-

[Which brings us to The Now™, a time when Evelyn can barely force out a plea for assistance over the network between sharp gasps for air in an effort to keep from crying. At some point her legs crumpled uselessly beneath her in the space between the door and Philip's body, the first one she has ever known in Wonderland to have lost the fifth life.]

I'm in the- the fifth floor tea room, Philip La- LaFresque has been- someone has murdered him, I need help.

[Her voice breaks on the last word.]

Please.
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3rd π | accidental video | A Probable Health Code Violation

Sep. 15th, 2014 12:25 am
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[It has now been six months, one day, one hour, and twenty-three minutes since Ned first set foot into Wonderland's kitchen.

That is six months, one day, one hour, and twenty-three minutes too long a time spent away from home, The Pie Hole, Chuck and Digby. Six months, one day, one hour, and twenty-three minutes not solving cases with Emerson Cod and deflecting the aggressive sexual advances of his eatery employee.

Too long without any scrap of contact, which Ned craves but holds at an arm's length, an extended period of time adjusting and re-adjusting and adapting more rapidly than he was ever meant to, more than he can properly manage without help. These days he feels stretched, like a layer of pie dough rolled out too thin.

The increasing number of people informed of the details of his gift has only served to increase his anxiety. Somewhere along the line, someone will slip up. It is only a matter of moments, seconds, or minutes before the likeliest scenario, in which Dean Winchester casually remarks to another resident that he knows a guy who can touch dead things and bring them back to life, brings the weary excuse for a life he has here crashing down around his pigeon-toed feet.]

Oh- no, no, come on-

[But until then - until then - one can find him on his hands and knees in the kitchen, a hand extended under the table, holding a dog biscuit. The pup in question has speckled feet, a speckled nose, and a bemused expression as it contemplates the Pie Maker's generous offering before edging out from under the table and accepting both the treat and a pat on the head.

Ned looks inordinately pleased with himself.]

Where'd you come from, anyway?

[He suspects that the cupboards pulled him a fast one when he asked them for dog shaped cookie-cutters, and instead gave him an actual dog. No collar, no leash, and therefore no name, so when Ned reaches for the communicator he left on the floor he finds himself a mite disgruntled that it appears to have been broadcasting this entire time, but at least reassured that others might have gotten a glimpse at the (evidently) lost canine.]

...is anyone missing a dog?
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006 ⇏ video

Sep. 14th, 2014 09:02 pm
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[ when the feed comes up, it catches what sounds like a laugh already in progress, and the bottom half of a face. as it comes into view, someone seems to be righting the camera, before allison eventually turns her attention away from whatever she'd be grinning to off-screen and looks towards the camera. she opens her mouth to talk, but before she can get the words out another voice comes from off the screen. ]

Dude, have you ever seen Monty Python? Killer bunnies with big nasty fangs [ what you can’t see is stiles attempting to make bunny fangs with his teeth, but you can definitely hear his “arrghhrarrgh” in what is clearly a killer bunny noise. ]

[ allison's eyes follow the voice, laughing again. ] You're kidding me, right? You want to put the Easter bunny in this? [ another shake of her head and then she more pointedly looks back to the screen. ] Sorry, someone is-

--Very prepared and always right. [ he at least sounds a little cheeky. it’s a joke. really. sort of. ] And it’s not the Easter bunny!

Yeah okay. Anyway, for those of you we don't know, I'm Allison. Stiles here- [ eyes motioning off the screen and then they're back. ] and I are trying to put together a book. A beastiary, if you know what those are, of as many creatures - supernatural or not - that could potentially show up here.

And that totally includes the people of Wonderland who go bump in the night, I’m just sayin. What’s kosher for my creature of the night may not be kosher for yours.

[ she continues like she didn't hear him. ] If you don't already know, Wonderland likes to throw events at us from the worlds of people here. Sometimes they're fine, sometimes they're not, and-

-And sometimes they end in blood and gore! We haven’t had one of those in a while, I wonder--

Stiles, you can talk later! Let me finish! [ she laughing, though, so it's pretty obvious that stiles' interruptions aren't really bothering her. ] Sometimes they can be really dangerous, and in order to help everyone protect themselves, we figured collecting the information would help. Just to get it out there for people to know if they want to know, and if they don't, that's fine too.

Help a brother out, basically. [ a beat, and stiles pokes into the screen from an awkward angle, all button nose and spotted cheeks before he grins and jerks his head in allison’s direction. ] Or a sister. [ and then disappears from the feed again. ]

[ allison takes her hand back - having shoved stiles out of the frame in the first place - and resets the camera. ] We’ve done this before, so we have a good list started from a few worlds, but if there’s one thing we’ve learned is that even if the lore is in different worlds, a lot of the time the details aren’t the same. For example, take-

--Aaaany form of the supernatural! At all. Anywhere. Oookay, that’s the end of that, no more of that feed. [ #smooth ] Bye!

What? No, Stiles- [ the device is then forcefully plucked from allison’s hands, muffled sounds of a struggle, and then it shuts off. ]


[ ooc both stiles and allison are open for replies! ]
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67. [long time no see]

Sep. 10th, 2014 12:05 am
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[oh hi. santana's been doing her thing, ignoring all the crazy as best as she can. but there's only so much her patience can take, which is why she's now addressing the network in general, minus one brittany-shaped soul.]

Hey. I know who you are, and I know you've been trying to mack on my girl. I don't really blame you; she's the best person in the world. But this is a friendly warning--you're not gonna win. The last guy to tried? He's in a wheelchair.

[...she doesn't bother to mention that artie's been in a wheelchair for half his life.]

So you can put away the puppy eyes and innocent act. She's mine.

[not at all ridiculously jealous announcement done, she clicks the camera off.]
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[Video] Callin' all the animals inside

Jun. 5th, 2014 01:30 pm
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[There's that awkwardly uneven face on the network again. He looks just as comfortable now as he did the first few times he'd poked the network, but he's getting used to this sort of mass communication. It's a good way to get things across without some kind of school news letter or something. There is a small piglet draped over his shoulder, sound asleep, like some kind of dopey cat, completely contented where it was. The sounds of others scurrying about can probably also be heard from time to time.

So he takes a breath and begins.]

Um, hi Wonderland. Again. I'm Scott, and I know a lot of people around here have taken to adopting the little baby boars that have been running around. If not that, you probably have other pets, too. Back home, I was training with a veterinarian and I wanted to offer what I can to everyone. So, if you have a pet that's in need of something, or hurt, or sick, bring them to the clinic. I've set up a little veterinary clinic on the first floor, second room. It's not much, but it's better than nothing, right?

If you have any kind of emergency or need to get a hold of me and I'm not at the clinic, I'll totally take house calls and stuff. So just, give me a call or something.

That's all I got. But I'll answer any questions you might have, if I can.

[With that, he offered a sweet smile and cut the video.]
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66. [gtfo of my FACE, cinco de mayo!!! ...video]

May. 5th, 2014 06:13 pm
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[Santana is in the bar. She's not drunk yet, as she just got there, but oh how she's planning on it. She kicks a freakin' maraca across the floor. Where did it come from, you ask? You don't want to know.]

If another closet gives me a sombrero, I'm seriously thinking about burning this place to the ground. It's like freakin' Mr Schue all over again up in here...

[She starts on her first drink of the day. It will clearly be a long one.]

Anyone else grow up surrounded by white people being embarrassingly into this 'holiday'? Or am I seriously still like, one of three around here? Whatever; just. Come on. Bring alcohol with you.

[PARTY TIME??? No, not really. Drinking time??? Yes, that we can do.]
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[Video and Private Text] You know what we do and we do it well

Apr. 23rd, 2014 03:07 pm
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[Wow, this face hasn't been on the network since he got here. He's not a big fan of the spotlight, so public introductions aren't much his thing. But he isn't averse to them either.

Scott focuses on the screen for a moment, checking to make sure he had everything set up right.]

Hey, I'm Scott. So, my friends Stiles and Isaac are putting together that Lacrosse team, so I thought I'd help out a bit. If anyone's interested in playing, but you don't know anything about the game, I'm offering to help teach anyone interested how to play. I'll try to break it down for you and even give lessons if you want. I was co-captain of our team back home.

[Scott fidgets and thinks if he has anything else to add, shrugging in the end when he comes up with nothing.]

So yeah, shoot me a message or something if you want lessons or info on the specifics of the game.

[And with that, the brunette signs out.

A moment later, he shoots private messages to Stiles and Isaac.]

( [Private to Stiles and Isaac] )
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10th Bad Case [Video & Text]

Apr. 20th, 2014 07:13 pm
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[ When the video feed flickers on, it's a jumbled mess of motion blur, and at first it might seem like it was activated by accident. The voices and commotion however make it very clear that it wasn't an accident. Once the image stills, all that can be seen is the ceiling of a room for a moment before a hand wraps around and makes the screen go black for a moment and then Stiles' face shows up. ]

No, this is not a two person job and I don't care if it was your idea. You cut me off before I can finish my sentences and it's annoying.

Well, I wouldn't cut you off if your sentences didn't suck!

[ What the rest of Wonderland can sort of see, is Isaac rather easily getting a hold on the communicator pushing Stiles away with one hand before he brings the video back so everyone can see his rather unimpressed face. Excuse him for a moment, he's a bit busy giving Stiles a look that could rival even Derek's unimpressed faces. But that doesn't seem to deter him as the video begins wobbling again, obviously there is a tug-a-war going on. It's blatant by how gentle Isaac is being that he's actually worried he might harm the other teenager, giving him a chance at this.

Stiles' face is back in view, but Isaac is the one that responds. ]

Right, that really makes sense. Get over it - no one wants to see you when you're pale and skinny and look like you're dying.

Oh, okay, yeah, like you can talk.

[ There's a huff before Stiles jerks his head back in a truly impressive eyeroll before relinquishing his hold and letting Isaac take over the video. ]

Stiles and I were thinking - since everyone is teaching each other stuff that we might as well make the whole school thing official and create some actual sports teams. More specifically: Lacrosse. If you're interested, there's a brief questionnaire we'd like you to fill out.

[ The feed immediately cuts to text without so much as a goodbye. ]

1. Finish the sentence: "The bigger they are the ______________."

2. Can you recite the speech from Independence Day?

3. Are you human? If no, should we be worried?

4. Do you know what lacrosse is? If so, do you actually know how to play it?

5. Did you come to win or did you come to join Stilinski's team?

6. Describe what you would do in a situation where every single star player somehow magically ends up getting hurt and they need you to play, even though you're a sixth string, existing only to keep the bench warm with your butt:




( This is a joint post with [personal profile] hypercompetent replies may come from one or both of us.

Grey is Isaac, black is Stiles. )
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second tinker | video.

Apr. 20th, 2014 06:52 pm
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[ Sitting in the view of the camera is a sign, written in red crayon.

OPERATION: MAKE FRIENDS SLASH GIRLFRIEND TAKE 1 ]

Hey. [ And the sign gets moved for a second, to reveal a tanned face, a ridiculous shock of curly, dark hair, and bright eyes. That all belongs to Leo Valdez, who you are going to regret listening to in about two seconds. ] The name's Leo, local ship pilot-captain-repair-boy, dragon-fixer, and champion food-eater. I'm from, uhh... that's not really important, but I'm a totally nice guy! I like pretty much anything with a mechanical center, really bad--which really means really awesome--jokes, and trying really hard not to die.

Which, you like too, right? [ Leo gives a grin to the feed, runs a hand through his dark hair, and it's a little more sheepish than he meant for it to come off. ] The not dying part, since that's a problem here, I guess.

[ He rolls his gaze up and off screen for a second, rocks back and forth from his seated position, then returns to actually looking at the camera. ] So on the path of this not dying thing, we should not-die together, and maybe hang out. I mean, if I'm gonna get out of here at some point, I might as well try to do it with a prom date, right?

Right? [ Leo is this a joke. ] So, you know, if you're single and--[ finger guns ] ready to mingle with a...semi-human, hit me up on...

On my not phone. Man, I can't remember the last time I used a phone. That's kinda messed up.

[ There's a brief second of silence before he snaps back to attention and nods at the feed, knocking off a fake salute. ] Right! Okay, well, let me know. See ya!

[ ...click. ]
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video;

Apr. 7th, 2014 08:59 pm
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Hey there, total strangers I've decided to video chat with.

[ here, have a single wave and a big smile from Kira! who then... sighs, and winces at herself. it's been a few hours since she got here, a few hours she used to lie down and calm herself down and get her headache down to a tolerable level ( healing powers are so weird ), so she's already in one of the rooms, broadcasting from a spot at the edge of her bed. ]

I don't know why I said that, that was- [ she shakes her head, laughs. oh god somebody save her, or just put her out of her misery. either one. ] Anyway. I'm sure you guys get this a lot, but I'm kind of hoping to find some of my friends on here. If they are on here, I don't know. I've never heard them talk about anything like this before. Actually, I'm pretty sure this isn't anything like the internet I have back at home, so. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm hoping to find out if any of my friends are here. Or, I guess I'll only have my fingers crossed for one friend, since I was with him before I woke up here - Scott McCall? I just- I'm kind of hoping since I'm here, he's here too. Since we were together, like I said.

But anybody else from Beacon Hills, or - [ my mom and dad. I wouldn't mind seeing my mom and dad right now. no oh my god Kira you can't just ask for mommy and daddy, pull yourself together. be cool. ] - um, no, that's it. If anybody else from Beacon Hills is here, let me know. It's important. Like, really, really important. [ like we can't trust Stiles important ]

Okay, thanks.

-- Bye.
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1st Tease || Video

Apr. 7th, 2014 05:38 am
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[Erica had experienced a lot of things in her short life, but this was completely different from anything she'd ever even thought possible. Having spent the past who knows how long chained up in a basement -she's a little worse for wear, to put it lightly. She'd toyed with attempting to track down Boyd, hoping they'd just been separated but quickly decided it was a waste of time - too much space to cover alone.

Looking at the communicator in her hand, she figured posting a video would be a faster and more efficient way to get answers and hopefully find him, and possibly others. She looks around her strange surroundings, finding a small washroom to clean up in quickly before recording. Feeling slightly better, she starts the feed. Erica gives a tight smile before speaking, silently reminding herself to be careful how much information she gives about her being a werewolf - not knowing who this was going out to.]


Look. I don’t really know what the hell is going on so I’ll try and keep this short and sweet. Boyd, if you’re here – please let me know you’re okay. If anyone seeing this knows of anyone else from Beacon Hills – tell them Erica’s here. [It's a long shot, but she figures it's worth a try.

She takes a moment, shutting her eyes. The stress and exhaustion hitting her as the last of the adrenaline wears off, her ordeal having ended not too long ago. She gives a sharp exhale, flipping her long, blonde hair over her shoulder.]

I’m - [She starts to say she’s okay, but there’s really no point in lying. She’s nowhere near it, still feeling phantom currents of electricity washing over her if she holds too still.] I just really need to find my [PACK] friends. I need to know they’re okay, that the Argents didn't get them too. Isaac or Derek, if you're here, I...

[Her words die off, not wanting to get her hopes up. She needed her pack. She needed Boyd to be okay. She needed a familiar face. She gives a small, sad laugh thinking about how much she could use a Batman right now. She takes a steadying breath, nothing else coming to mind on what to say. She reaches out to end feed, but stops herself, her face contorting slightly as a thought occurs to her. She decides to voice it, just in case, knowing first hand what lengths people will go to for a laugh.]

I just want to add that if this is someone’s version of an elaborately sick joke, it’s not funny. I will find you and I will kill you. It won’t be pretty and it won’t be slow - no one messes with me without there being consequences. [Not anymore.]
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eighth case. . . ? | video

Mar. 23rd, 2014 03:19 pm
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[ everything is completely fine when this video post comes on. don't even be remotely alarmed.

the feed flickers and shows one isaac lahey, sitting in front of the camera with his hands folded together. he's in his room, sitting by a dresser. ]

Hello, Wonderland. My name's Isaac Lahey--

[ he reaches over, and opens a drawer.

it's legitimately full of scarves. ]

--and I have a problem.

[ he tries to keep a very, very serious face, and in that moment, it's mostly obvious that this is not exactly isaac. in fact, someone decided going for a "sorry we're dumb" lunch with stiles at the new diner would be a great idea.

bodyswapped stiles is on the case to torment isaac for however long they're stuck like this--gotta make the most of being stuck in someone else's body, right? the serious face shifts into a grin for a second, and he adds--]

So, if anybody's looking for some fashion accsesories, I've got an unholy amount to throw away. Or burn. Maybe I'll burn them. I'm working on this ten step path to healthiness and kicking my scarf addiction, and Wonderland, I'm looking forward to your support for the foreseeable future.

[ he winks, and then shuts the feed. GAME ON, LAHEY ]
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65. [accidental video]

Mar. 20th, 2014 10:33 pm
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[Guess who's in a tutu, twirling across the main entrance hall?

No, Kurt Hummel is not back.

It's Santana Lopez, suddenly shorter and younger and nicer! Her ballet twirls are inexperienced, but she has pretty good form. She's humming to herself, grinning. Which is not a usual sight for the normal Santana, so now would be a great time to meet up with her, hint hint!]

Ow!

[...Okay, so she just tripped over who-knows-what. She's still in a good mood.]


(replies from itsayoungone cause I am so clever with these account names)
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( video + action )

Mar. 20th, 2014 06:15 pm
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[ There is no mistaking the face that's pouting on screen, even if the whining voice is higher and all the hard muscles and square features have been rounded into curves. It's no surprise that America wandered into the gazebo. Nor is it a surprise that the reason he's so distressed isn't due to his sudden physical changes--the way he sees it, half his population is female anyway--but that he made the horrible mistake of trying to put on a hoop skirt and is now stuck in his bedroom doorway. ]

Ugh! No wonder these're going outta fashion! Knew I should've stuck with a cycling outfit. Finally get the hips and bust to fill out a pretty dress and I'm foiled by steel boning.

[ All the huffing is partly due to the fact that he's also in a corset that's laced halfway up. Being half-dressed in Victorian fashion is almost the same as being fully dressed in the 20th century, so with bare shoulders and exceptionally frilly bloomers under the steel he's basically looking like the world's worst burlesque dancer. ]

I kept hearing Jackson squawking so I just needed to let him in and now I'm-- aw fuck it. [ And then he holds his mobile in his mouth so that he can rip the fucking steel apart with his bare hands. While treated to a lovely view of his teeth and slobber, metal groans as it bends and bolts pop as he ruins his dress. Finally he takes it out and wipes off the drool. ]

There! Unstuck! Not the pretty debut I was hopin' to make, but I'm also needing some help lacing up. Any ladies here familiar with that? 'Cause this one's goin' up the back and I can't reach all the way. Or ladies in general. Need some help flaunting how pretty I am before I throw the boy clothes back on.

[ Is that improper? He doesn't give a shit. ]
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Mar. 6th, 2014 06:29 pm
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[ when the camera first turns on, the feed is still moving, looking a lot like a home movie might with the person in front of the camera trying to get it set up straight. and then when it stops, mary margaret steps back into the frame, smiling brightly once she's set up.

around her is what looks like a food-network style kitchen, somewhere between homey and industrial, with so much baking supplies pulled out and set out all over the counters. mary margaret's got an apron on, with a floral print, and the sleeves of her blouse are pulled up past her elbows. she looks excited, and when she settles into the spot she's decided on, her hands move to her hips. ]

Hello, Wonderland! For those I haven't had the chance to meet, my name's Mary Margaret. I've been here in the mansion for a little while now, but this is my first announcement so far.

[ for a brief moment she looks almost self-conscious, muttering a i hope i'm doing this right under her breath before she takes a deep one, straightening back up. excited, remember? ]

When I came down to the kitchen today I noticed it was much bigger than it has been. And with an endless supply of materials, I figured it would be worth reaching out to the network. [ does her smile brighten a little? maybe. ] I'm by no means an incredible chef, but I can make a few pretty good dishes, and I do love to bake. If anyone has some free time, or would like to learn how to make a few basic dishes, I'll most likely be here all day.

There's plenty of room in here for anyone who might be interested, and for those who might not want to make anything at all, I'm sure we'll have extra food if you're hungry. Don't be afraid to just stop in!

[ a wave, and then she's leaning forward again to turn the feed off. ]


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[Action/Video] Lost Pup Down the Rabbit Hole

Mar. 3rd, 2014 02:30 pm
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[Where on earth was he? This place was just too wild. On his way to the mansion, he got sidetracked and looked over the checkerboard field. It was actually pretty cool in his opinion, but he'd hate to be the guy that actually keeps this place trimmed and neat. Detouring to the hedge maze, he looked around, taking a tentative step past the entrance, peering down the different options of paths he could take. What could go wrong, right? With that in mind, he ventures into the maze, vowing to backtrack if he gets lost or comes across too many options.]

[Several twists and turns and dead ends, he may have gotten himself a bit lost. So far, his sense of smell was still screwy thanks to the plethora of smells mingling the air. Yeah, this was definitely a theme park with all those scents, new and old.]

[Reaching for his phone, Scott unlocks the display and pauses. What… happened to his phone? It's still his phone, but it seems different, somehow. He debates his actions for a moment, then activates the video call button. The camera display flicks to give him a tiny view of himself up in a corner and a red recording light.]

Um… Okay. I think I'm dreaming… a really weird dream.

[Scott ends the call without waiting for a response. Who would respond in his dream, anyway? Sheesh, what did he have to eat last night? As far as nightmares go, this was actually not too bad.]
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64. [v....ideo?]

Feb. 17th, 2014 03:57 pm
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[Santana is not her usual bright and sunny* self.

*Wherein bright and sunny means snarky and superior.

No, this time around she looks very much like what she is underneath all the layers: a shell-shocked, scared eighteen year old girl. The other times she's died--it wasn't like this. And now that she's not bleeding to death, she's had the time to Put Things Together.]

...Is it over yet?

[She needs to see Brittany.]
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Feb. 17th, 2014 01:17 pm
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[ Derek doesn't do the network. He just doesn't. Replying to others is just as rare as his own posts are, but when he comes to and it takes him a long time to realize where the hell he is, what happened, he's a little more inclined to speak up.

Well, when the panic subsides and he can rein himself in again.

He sees Angel's post. Sees all the others on the network. But there's no sign whatsoever that Harry, or Tom, or whoever is responsible for the deaths in the mansion, has been found. And that sets him into motion, slowly navigating his way through the maze Wonderland has seen fit to dump him in.

Just another day down the rabbit hole. ]

How many people have been attacked so far? [ Being dead for two days is enough to throw anyone out of the loop. ] Was it only-- [ There's a pause as he works his jaw. ]

Was it only Tom or Harry or whoever attacking people? [ Not Remus, not another wolf. He has to be sure. ] And is there an actual attempt going to find him beyond the call for a witch hunt?

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03 | text / action

Feb. 9th, 2014 06:32 pm
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( text. john blake )
    Thanks for getting me out of there. Were you okay afterwards?
( text. martha jones )
    Thanks for letting me stay. I'd probably have been caught out otherwise. [ She nearly was anyway ] I've got something I need to ask.
( text. santana lopez )
    I need a favour.
( text. brittany pierce + shannon beiste )
    Are you okay? Did you get touched by any of the statues?
( action. the kitchen )
    [ It's early morning and Quinn's up already. She'd rather still be asleep but she'd been trying that for the past hour to no avail. She'd found herself some cereal and milk, pulling herself up a stool at the counter to eat it. She'd eaten some, only halfheartedly, and was moving her spoon around the bowl, head resting on her hand. She looked incredibly bored with it, or something. And like she might fall asleep in her cereal ]
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7th Bad Idea [Video]

Feb. 9th, 2014 03:21 am
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[ The video broadcast is made at an uncomfortable 4 AM and for those who were around for the superhero Gotham event, it might be a familiar sight. It's Isaac, but he's dressed up in a suit and tie, donning a pair of sunglasses. ]

...Great.

[ The face he's making however says that it is indeed not great. This is made completely clear by him pulling the sunglasses off. ]

Anyone noticed this place likes to pull you back at the most inopportune times?

[ That's it, that's the video broadcast. ]
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[VIDEO]

Jan. 16th, 2014 06:40 pm
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[The camera unfocuses for a moment before focusing back in on...Brittany. Of course. It’s her camera, so why wouldn’t it be her? But she’s not alone. There’s an adorable miniature pony at her side...with a horn on its head...and the sounds of a chirping squirrel can be heard coming from somewhere just off-screen.]

[Brittany, of course, sees nothing wrong with any of this, and is happily spinning in her chair, wearing her pajamas, despite the fact that her hair is has been expertly styled, and her makeup is impeccable. Beside her, the usual decorations of a youthful teen girl could be seen. Bright colors. Stuffed animals. And a particular picture seen hanging on the wall right over her bed.]

‘sup, Wonderland. I’m Brittany. And this is my new show, the Wonderland edition of Fondue for Two.

...well, four, if you count Lady Winny and Sir Squeakums over there.

[More chirping, as if the squirrel were responding to her. The unicorn remained silent. Content with just sitting there and looking fabulous. As she should. Santana, on the other hand, is sitting nearby but away from the furry creatures, looking...like she is doing this out of love. Being the first semi-guest was not on her to-do list, especially after her experience with the show back home. Again: for love.]

We’re here to bring you the latest and greatest of Wonderland’s cheezy news. [As she says this, she leans forward and reaches down to pick up...something speared onto a large toothpick and covered in Fondue goodness. She makes a show of eating it. Because cheezy fondue. Get it?] And, I guess, whatever else we feel like talking about at the moment.

So if you’ve got the goods, feel free to call in. After all, sharing is caring.

[And then, just before she lets it go to the phones...or Network, or whatever, Santana decides to speak up:]

Do it or Imma break some kneecaps.


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Jan. 13th, 2014 09:44 pm
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Finn? Where-

[ There's a pause, and Quinn looks around her. This wasn't Finn's house, or really any house. She was in a kitchen but outside of that was a long corridor, and a feeling of being lost ]

This has got to be the worst day of my life.

[ Oh, hey Wonderland, were you low on your daily dose of teenage drama? This one comes with the signs of already shed tears and the threat of more to come ]

First I- I've lost everything. And now- Now I'm here? This can't be happening. It can't, I- [ And there's another tear, and another two. A sniff to go with it, and then a quieter voice when Quinn speaks again ] Where am I? How did I get here?

[ There's one more pause, and a heavy swallow ]

What's going to happen to me?

[ That was all for now, at least over the device. If you're nearby? You might get more than you'd bargained for if you say hi ]
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7th Book || Good Morning Starshine the Earth Says Bugger Off [accidental video]

Jan. 12th, 2014 10:38 pm
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[The sun shone through the window onto Aziraphale’s face and roused the angel from his light dozing. He blinked open his blue eyes and sat up, fumbling for the communication device to check the time, accidentally flicking on the video feed in the process. Viewers are treated to the view of Aziraphale’s extra disheveled mop of curly blond hair, entirely bare torso, and a bit of ruffled white wings with black speckles behind him.]

[Keen-eyed viewers might also notice a certain dark lump on the opposite side of the bed. Or at least a tuft of black hair poking out of the top of the covers.]

Dear, I think it’s time to get up. What would you like for breakfast?

[No response except for the shift of fabric.]

Really, dear… Breakfast. And a nice pot of tea sound lovely. Wake up.

[He nudges the lump in what may or may not be the side. Who knows? It’s a human-sized mass under the blanket. The lump twitches a bit and the camera auto-focuses for a moment in confusion since the angle’s a bit rubbish. Something that looks like a black wing appears in the corner of the frame for a moment before dropping away out of sight off the side of the bed with a sort of “flump” sound.]

Mffggfffllllssssssstime ‘zit?

[Huh. That sounds like Crowley’s voice.]

Crowley, it’s already eight o’clock. It’s time to wake up and enjoy the morning.

[He slips his hand under the cover and feels along the lump until he finds what he’s looking for. Oh yeah, he pinches dat ass. The Crowley-shaped lump responds with a snarly-growly sound and curls up even tighter beneath the blankets, the tuft of hair disappearing from view.]

Nnnnffbloody mornin’, bloody ungodly hour ‘swhat. Five more hours. Sleepin’, angel.

Oh no you don’t. Not this time. I let you sleep to your heart’s content most of the time, but I want to take a walk.

[He hesitates before he pulls off the cover. The room isn’t cold, by any means. But suddenly going from blanket-covered to blanket-free can’t be fun. Especially not for that particular blanket-dweller. Fortunately for everyone involved, the blanket hits the communication device just enough to turn the camera--sorry, Wonderland, no free peep shows. There is, however, a yelp and then a thud as Crowley falls out of bed. A downy black feather drifts into view.]

Now that’s just bloody well cruel. Mornings are for songbirds and those bloody mad jogging types, not any self-respecting demon.

I asked you yesterday to be up at a reasonable hour because I wanted to share breakfast and tea and a walk with you in the morning and you agreed. Up you get, dear boy.

[Crowley makes some indecipherable grumbling sounds from offscreen.] Bloody angels with their bloody guilt trips and bloody sodding morn--

[Crowley trails off quite abruptly. For a few blessed moments, there is silence.]

[Then,] ...Why is that light blinking?

Hmm? What light?

That, light, the one on-- [Beat.] Angel, tell me you didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t--

[There’s a flapping sound, the thud of footsteps and then the communicator gets thrown clear across the room. It hits a wall and the feed cuts out.]


[ooc: Aziraphale and Crowley.]
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Jan. 8th, 2014 09:52 pm
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So.

[ Hey, Wonderland. Do you remember this face? This judgement? This fantastically dressed judgement, if you want to be specific. She's back, and still judging ]

Other than apparently being here once already, which no one bothered to mention, and having my best friend be here for months and not notice anything, apparently I also time travelled. [ There is extra emphasis there on the 'time travel', because it is still a ridiculous concept. This whole thing is a ridiculous concept, but whilst she's not openly objecting to it (at least refusing it) she's still thinking it. And might object later ] My birthday isn't at Christmas. And we just had Christmas, and New Year. I don't even want to know how far I've time travelled, as well as coming-

[ That sentence is cut short by one very loud, and rather high pitched scream courtesy of the thing that Lydia has just spotted out of the corner of her eye. Her Christmas present. Running across the floor. Someone didn't open their stock, or find their present until now due to it being alive ]

There are mice here? So we're all in crazy future land, one that's going to get worse, and there are mice?

[ That judging has just increased tenfold. And there's one very dramatic sigh ]

Someone's going to have to deal with that.

[ And it's clearly not going to be her. She's also shutting off the video now, and sitting on her bed until it's safe ]

[ ooc; Lydia's Christmas gift was actually a hamster! Because hamsters are great dog substitutes, amirite? Go Wonderland! ]
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[action/text/audio/semaphore] But for now it’s time to run...

Jan. 8th, 2014 03:33 am
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V. An Audio Message, The Wonderland Network. 4:19 PM

[ Looking at the room's furniture and decorations you wouldn't guess that #299 was anything but one of the mansion's uninhabited standard room. Well, there's the guy sitting at the desk, and playing with the unbroken crinkly layer of the cigarettes in his hand. And anyway, that's an unseen prelude, nothing more. Just a second, and he'll go over the message again in his head. Then he flicks on the device, and gets down to business. ]

Just to go over this again, we didn't actually lose anybody during Christmas, did we? No permanent departures, no stray time travellers still sitting in our kitchen, or anything of that sort?

[ He pauses long enough to make it clear that the question isn't just a rhetorical bit of musing, then he goes on: ]

Well, anyway. I'm guessing somebody took notes, so if anyone's got a timeline for me, or some ghost theatre, I'd appreciate it. And, erm, that's probably--

[ about it, except not quite! ]

No, hang on. The last death. Until I know better I'll take the Marty McFly ensemble by their word. Listen, we didn't know what it was about for years, so in the future you might want to pass it along to anyone who's asking. And those who don't, just in case.

[ And now, more decisively: ]

All right, that's about it.

[ Cheers and click, there goes the transmission. And the wrapping paper on the cigarettes. ]

[[OOC: I & II. Philip is action-able during his early-as-fuck morning jog, and his move from the basement to the third floor. III & IV Replies to his info text message are welcome, but not necessary if you and/or your character don't feel like it. If for some reason characters other than the ones listed would like to receive the message by accident or hack it (for whatever reason), you're also welcome to do so. V. Replies from anybody in any form are welcome.]]
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☾ oo4; video

Jan. 1st, 2014 04:07 pm
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[ hey hi wonderland. remember the other week when stuff really sucked. ]

[ cause we don't. it is now time to party. ]

[ Stiles "The Left Testicle" Stilinski can been seen in the background, entering and exiting the closet throughout the entirety of the feed, making loud, annoyed noises and disgruntled faces at any point in the duration. In the foreground, however, is Scott "The Hunkiest Werewolf, yes, even more than Derek Hale" McCall, wearing his big, bright, "look at me" puppy dog eyes, and generally being the cutest little honey on the planet.

He is definitely going to ask for something. Get out while you still can. ]

Hey, everyone! It's me- you know, Scott McCall, and my- [ he gives a wave behind him, at Stiles who looks up briefly, smiles, and then trips over something and lands on the floor with a loud thump. ] uh, Stiles. Right.

[ He looks like he's debating if he should help him out or not, but the feed catches Stiles raise a thumbs up into the frame, while the rest of him is out of view. Scott laughs, shakes his head, and turns back to grin at everyone, shrugging hopelessly. The grass is green and Wonderland is weird and his best friend is clumsy. Story of his life. ]

Anyway, we're throwing a party for New Year's! And we're inviting everyone to come and celebrate with us. Meet us up on the ninth floor around sixish? [ Stiles, who has since arisen from his spot at the floor, gives a nod of affirmation. ] Sixish. And closer to midnight we'll set off some fireworks and have a good time. If you're not busy, you should stop by!

[ And then it's awkward for a second, because Scott doesn't know how to end it- thankfully, though, he spins the camera over to look at a tiny little bunny hopping about on the lower of two beds in a bunk bed. There's a piece of lettuce dangling from the top of the feed, and the bunny's attention is immediately grabbed. Scott laughs, heartily. ]

Bunny says bye-bye! [ And the bunny jumps, grabbing the lettuce with its teeth and eating away. ] Munch munch.

[ beep that's it that's the ending. ]
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Dec. 30th, 2013 12:41 am
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[Bright and early on the morning of the 30th, a new face graces the Wonderlandian network. Facing the camera is a skeptical young man holding up a blue, neatly printed pamphlet.]

...Uh, no offense, but this is... probably the least informative thing I've ever read. I mean-

[He flips it over, studies it incredulously, folds it, and slaps it against his palm a few times.]

It's crazy, right? I get the whole... college experimentation thing, and I'm sure whatever you guys are smoking is, like, grade-a stuff, but-

[He cuts himself off, the camera loses focus as he whips around.]

Oh my god did that guy just teleport?!
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