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[A camera flickers on in an old, dusty, blue room. It looks undisturbed, but not for long.

Alice, instead of using her ability to appear suddenly in places, has decided to climb back to Real Side while the glass is still missing from the mirrors for some reason. They're placed a little higher up than is comfortable for her, so once her weight is more on Real Side she goes tumbling down and bounces off the dresser and onto the floor.
]

Ow...

[She rubs her side, but then she gets up quickly and addresses the camera.]

I heard--! I just heard about the Queens, and the Jabberwocky, and--! And are we not going to have Queens anymore? Who's going to rule Wonderland? I certainly don't trust Wonderland to do it, and I don't want to.

[She gasps.]

Oh no. What if it wants me to? I really, really don't want to be Queen again.

[She cups her hands around her mouth and shouts at the ceiling.]

WONDERLAND? WONDERLAND, IF YOU CAN HEAR ME...I don't want to be Queen of any Side! I resign preemptively! A-And I resign as Royal Adviser as well! I don't want any part of this ridiculous monarchy any more! I...

[Alice loses steam with that declaration and sighs. This time, she addresses the camera. She looks a little tired, but she smiles.]

...I think I'm just going to stay here again, if that's alright with all of you? The Mirrors don't care for me very much now anyway and I really, really just want to be Alice and no one else. With the Queen of Hearts truly gone, it might really be safe now.

[A pause, and then sheepishly she says:] ...I'm back. For good this time.

Video

Aug. 25th, 2019 09:51 pm
singloversing: Into the Ocean - Blue October (With envy for the solid ground)
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[Video posts are relatively rare from Wirt, since he gets a little bit nervous about public broadcasting unless he really has something to say. But a lot's changed in the last few days it would seem. Most notably, he's a little bit older, probably in his early twenties or so. He looks a little more grown-up, with his features starting to fill in and define, and his style is a little bit more modern with flannel (and a little less tiny grandpa). He also seems to have discovered what a comb is and how to use it.

When he appears on screen this time, he doesn't have any reservations at all about making a broadcast. He doesn't seem to realize he's different in any way.
]

So...shouldn't something have happened by now? We heard from Alice almost a week ago. ...Wait, was it a week?

[He stops and counts back on his fingers, just to make sure.]

Okay, yeah, almost a week ago. Usually there would be an event already, right? Did we just get spared or something? Things don't seem very...different. But, maybe that's a good thing?

[He shrugs, and leans over to shut off the feed. Someone else probably knows what's going on, right?]
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[When the camera turns on, Alice is just out of frame, revealing an empty tea room.]

Everyone! I have something very important to tell you! The next event, I'm not entirely certain why or what else is going on but--

[--Alice pops up from the bottom of the screen, dressed up as a cat! It is quite literally the cat's pajamas.]

We get to wear costumes all weekend! It sounds like so much fun that I decided to dress up too to tell you. I think I'd want to go as my cat Dinah. I like to think she would appreciate the tribute. After all, I'm her biggest fan! What would you dress as? Or who?

[That seems to be most of the announcement, but then Alice looks a bit sheepish and glances downward, hiding some of her face in her hood.]

...I wanted to apologize too. For the seance, and for everything that happened because of it. I promise, I had no idea that would happen or I wouldn't have done it. And I absolutely won't do it again. I'm...I'm really sorry for messing everything up.

[With that, Alice shuts off the camera.]
krmvgivv: (i told some little white lies)
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Um, has anyone pointed out the massive Jabberwocky in the room?

[Dipper is standing in the middle of Angel Investigation, staring at the camera wild-eyed. The office has always had the odd mystery board or two standing around, but Dipper’s gone a little nuts lately. There are boards with string and pieces of paper lined up on all sides of him, strings crisscrossing and connecting each board with each other and… yeah it’s definitely a fire hazard. But working on that is so much better than actually thinking about the entire family except Mabel dying just before the Jabberwocky escaped. Dipper starts to pace.]

Or Jabberwock. Still not clear on the spelling. What I am clear about is that this is really bad, guys. And what the heck happened to the White Queen? Did the Jabberwock-slash-y eat her? Did she turn to dust? Did she not come back with the rest of us?

[He clutches his hat with one hand, waving the other vigorously.]

So many questions!

[He exhales and straightens.]

Okay. It’s okay. I also have resources. If you’re new, or just want to get brushed up on the basics? Mabel and I made a guide. Needs to be updated with some of the new people, but it’s mostly pretty up to date.

[Attached to the post: Dipper and Mabel’s Guide to Wonderland.]

And we’ve got a bunch of other stuff here at Angel’s Investigations if you want to come down! If anyone has answers or theories or anything please, please bring them over.

[He slowly turns around, staring at his tangled web of mystery boards.]

We need all the help we can get.
curiousher: (Why I never!)
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[Alice, when she appears on camera, is about as amused as a wet cat - probably because she's absolutely soaking wet in the entrance hall. She's back in her royal adviser outfit, though it doesn't look quite so fancy when it's soaked through completely.]

What on EARTH is going on?! It almost never rains in Wonderland, and now it's storming?

[She tries to wring the water out of her hair, but it's not really doing much good.]

I was going to make my message outside, and I just appeared out there and got caught in the middle of whatever that is! I don't think it's an event? It can't be, because I was going to talk about one. What was it though...?

[She tries to think, tries to remember...but then she just groans.]

I don't even remember what I was going to say anymore! Ugh! This place is just so...BAD!

[Alice tries to shake some more water off herself, but then decides this message is just hopeless, and cuts it there.]
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[Soos appears in the middle of the frame, smiling broadly at the camera.]

Uh, hi everybody. So, uh, I know Ms. O'Hara just opened her bowling alley and all, so this isn't-- like, there's no party or anything, but uh. A couple events ago, I sorta made a mini-arcade and I thought, like. Why not go big-mini. Or. Y'know, regular-sized.

[This isn't making sense.]

Uh, hang on, I'll just show you.

[Soos steps forward, grabbing the camera and turning so it faces the way he's going. He goes through a door and the camera adjusts to the sudden change in lighting. Where the hallway where he started the video was bright, in here there's a mix of darkness and bright neon. Everything is blacklit, and everything is loud. Ringing bells, electronic beeps and boops, voices beckoning you to ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE. Soos pans the camera, showing off all the machines and screens. And then he sets the camera up again and grins at it, giving two thumbs up.]

I call it LazArcaaaaaade! [He pulls two air horns out of seemingly nowhere and blows them in a suitably cool fashion.] Heh-heh. There's every game you've ever wanted to play, all kinds of prizes you can use the tickets on, and in the back? A laser tag arenaaaaaaa!

[Soos raises the roof. While blowing the air horns some more.]

So yeah! Uh, come and hang out, y'know? It'll be fun!

[He waves and reaches out to turn the camera off.]




---

[Soos is "working", which mostly means hanging out and playing whatever games he wants. He's pretty sure if he doesn't end up working at the Shack forever, running an arcade would be a nice second choice. The second he spots a new person, he waves and heads over, eager to show them to the game of their dreams.]

Hey! What're you into? Fighting games? Shooters? Racing? I got 'em all, dude. Let me point you in the right direction.
singloversing: I Was Never a Normal Boy - Nightmare of You (Oh there he goes again)
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[It takes Wirt a few minutes to set up the video in a way that's kind of comfortable, but eventually he settles on propping it up in a nearby tree facing him. He's gone back to wearing his blue cape, something that he abandoned wearing almost a year ago, but that isn't the most noticeable change.

No, that would be the large pumpkin head he's wearing, carved into a friendly jack-o-lantern. His voice is a little muffled, but he's still clearly understandable.
]

Isn't this time of year beautiful? I know autumn happens all at once here, and isn't so much about the gradual decay and inevitable demise of all living things, but the leaves are still kind of pretty, right?

[He looks up at the tree above him as much as he can with the pumpkin head on, which isn't much. Then he sighs, heavy with the weight of nostalgia.]

I've been thinking a lot about The Harvest - it's only a few days away now, or it would be if I was still in Pottsfield. It's really a shame that Wonderland prevents anyone from really joining - we are all frozen in place with our woes, no better than Edelwood, never able to truly decompose and rise removed from our troubles.

Sooo... [He reaches just off screen and pulls out a shovel, and holds it gently in his arms.] I thought it might be good to, you know. Have our own Harvest! I mean, we're all a little too soon, but I was too early when I got to Pottsfield and that didn't stop the townspeople from welcoming me to the party. Anyway, uh-- I've been going around burying a bunch of stuff to get ready, and when it's time for the Harvest we can dig them all up! It's not quite the same but, oh well. We do what we can with what we have, or whatever.

[For once, he doesn't seem anxious. If anything, he seems a little too calm.]

So yeah, that's about it. If anyone needs me, I'll be around digging a bunch of holes outside. You're welcome to come help if you want - the more the merrier, right?

[Then he waves, and shuts the feed off there. He'll still respond to people's concerns messages, but he can also be found pretty much anywhere on the grounds, digging deep holes and burying things.]
alsoagirl: "Tim McGraw" (Bouncy)
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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. ]
powerofmabel: (☆ once i was somebody's child)
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[Mabel is sitting at her desk, surrounded by birthday hats and party decorations, beaming like someone with a secret.]

Hey! Guess what, it's Mabel. And do you know what time it is?

[She lifts up a colorful (and sparkly) banner which reads MABEL AND DIPPER'S SUPER SWEET SIXTEEN.] Ta-daaaaa! And I know what you're thinking- those two? Sixteen? That's balderdash! But that's Wonderland for you. Being stuck at thirteen is crazy, but we're gonna make the most of it or my name isn't Mabel Middle Name Stolen By The Core Pines.

And I have a few sur~priiii~ses~ in store, so you should totally stop by... And tell Dipper how much... older he looks. Huh? Huh?

[There's a sound in the background like Dipper scoffing loudly.] Ignore him. He's being a butthead, and I'm not letting him upset my funky party flow.

Anyway! Be at the beach on August 31st if you wanna be part of the birthday blowout!

Video

Aug. 15th, 2018 11:24 pm
bibliocorn: (ALL THE BOOKS)
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[The feed opens to Wonderland's resident Book Horse in his natural environment. Which is to say the library. Because of course he's here. He smiles, offering the camera a little wave of a forehoof.]

Hello there, Wonderland! I've really settled into my role as your librarian, though I admit I've got a bit of a quandary going on. I've been picking my reading material mostly at random- when I realised I could just ask the mansion at large what their favourite books are. I'd love to hear your recommendations, and I'm sure others here would too.

[Because if there's one thing he's lacking in his life, it's more books to read. He'll just drag everyone else down into his hermit book-world with him. They can be book hermits together. A contradiction, but still. ]

Oooh, perhaps we would even try out a book club, if anyone was interested in that kind of thing?
uncoils: (What a jagged little pill)
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Gimmie a break, first that chess game, now this shit?

[It sounds like Jolyne's talking to herself, but she's looking right at the camera, holding a disc between her fingers.]

All right, so pretty sure this one's from my world. Short version, some asshole has the power to take your powers, they turn into CDs for some fucking reason, and then he can give them to other people. It's a giant pain in the ass.

[Which is putting it lightly, and yes, she is trying to act like she's merely annoyed by this and didn't spend a few moments panicking even with the announcement earlier because what if said asshole is here.]

I figure here it's not going to be too bad since most of you aren't assholes who are going to run around taking somebody else's shit and using it to hurt people.

[Probably, anyways, it's not like she knows everyone in Wonderland.]

So if you've got any questions, ask away. And in the off chance I'm wrong and this isn't part of that walk a mile in someone else's shoes stuff, let me know if somebody sketchy showed up in Wonderland and I missed it. Thanks.
soupcansam: (to the same)
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[ When Shawn's video starts, he's in a light blue button-down shirt, khaki shorts, and he's barefoot. He also has some kind of beverage in a hurricane glass with a pineapple slice on the rim. There's also a pink umbrella. ]

Dear Wonderland! I also have a proclamation. Mark me! I will make this the best summer you've ever had - events and new queens aside - by giving you a new outdoor experience. I may have seemed scarce over the past few weeks. You may have also noticed what looked like a casual debris pile by the beach. That was just me, hauling parts from the closets to the sand and it was very grueling, exhausting, manual labor that I never want to repeat again.

[ Most of the parts were already put together if they fit through the closet doors, but a lot of it? Well, maybe he's glad his dad used to force him to build things as a kid. No one tell his dad that Shawn thought that. Briefly. ]

Please behold, the fruits of my labor: The floating bar!

[ He zooms out - and now it's apparent he's using the world's longest selfie stick as he holds it away from him - before speaking again. It looks pretty much like the photo, only the flag is just a picture of a margarita. ]

Yes, that is also a giant slide to fling yourself into the ocean. We're close enough to the sand that you can swim up, far away enough that if you like one-minute boat rides, you can sail to the dock. Two things:

One, I need someone to help run the place. I plan to live here from now through whenever it turns colder in Wonderland, but I still need two or three people to serve drinks. Let the people relax, no need in forcing peace seekers to do everything themselves.

Second thing: I open at noon and close at two in the morning. But you may or may not catch a glimpse of my bed head at noon. Don't judge me.

[ As he pulls the selfie stick back in, yes, it's apparent how Shawn will sleep - in a hammock. ]

This is exactly how I've always wanted to spend my summers, so come on out, relax, don't worry about our crazy day yesterday, and bring your bikinis. Or swim trunks. Both if you like it like that? No nudity, please.

[ He ends the video and now all he has to do is wait, Kokomo coming from the speakers and filtering up toward the beach.

ooc: Please treat as gathering! Mingle and have fun. ]
curiousher: (That look on her face)
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[The message that comes through is audio, and the first couple seconds are quiet as Alice figures out how to start. Wind can be heard, but that isn't very much location information.]

...Do you ever think about how odd some words are? How they contort and change meaning over time?

[That seems like a good, neutral place to start. Nothing that will raise any red flags from monarchy.]

For example, "to reap". I've looked it up, you know. In many dictionaries, it means to cut or harvest by cutting, or to receive a reward. Similarly, a Reaper is just...one who reaps. A person who does that cutting or harvesting. And there are many worlds where people still reap crops, I'm sure. Some of yours, maybe.

[Alice doesn't have as much of her usual energy today. She sounds like she's put more thought into what she has to say today than usual. She's really tried this time, but doesn't know if that trying will be enough.]

But...that's not what I think of when I think of a Reaper. Do you? Do you imagine a farmer with a sickle, or something else entirely? Because I imagine death, and I imagine things taken against their will. [A pause.] Wonderland's reaped a lot from us already, I suppose.

[This is Alice though, and even she's bothered by how sad it feels, so she switches over to video - she's laying in a patch of grass somewhere and her hair is everywhere but she forces up a smile.]

Don't worry. I know I haven't said very much and it's all quite alarming-sounding, but chin up! Or at least try to. No matter how bad it gets, no matter how horrible things seem, it will end. And when it does, I promise you'll be alright. Sometimes...sometimes when things are too much, Wonderland knows and fixes it. It's sort of eerie, really.

[Suddenly the Duke (her pig guard from the Duchess) enters the frame and nudges her right in the crook of her neck, and it breaks her serious optimistic determination. She laughs and rolls over, network device forgotten.]

What are you doing? Stop that! We'll get caught, good sir!

[She says that, but she's still laughing up a storm, and it's a laugh she really needed. The device shuts itself off after a moment or two.]
powerofmabel: (☆ the heart is slow to learn)
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 [It's May-May and the Hog, comin' at you live in the AM!!

Except it's really just Mabel broadcasting from her perch on top of the receptionist's desk in Angel Investigations with Boris the boar sitting on her lap. She looks... troubled, to say the least. And a bit nervous.]


Hey, guys. Mabel here. [She waves, uncertainly.] That was some event last week, huh? [Her laughter is strained and peters out awkwardly.] I guess since Dipper told you about the zombies and stuff, you figured out that it was our event. Both sides of it- the zombies are all on Dipper, since I told him not to raise the dead, and he did it anyway.

[It doesn't sound nearly as accusatory as one would expect- it's just a fact.]


The rest of it was... [she huffs, blowing an errant lock of hair out of her face.] Look, some of you guys weren't here when I first showed up in Wonderland, and some people even still don't know that I used to be a liiiittle bit... okay with what Wonderland did, if only because it kept me from real life, which is terrible, by the way. I knew that summer was ending in Gravity Falls, and I wanted someplace where it could feel like summer forever.

And then I went back home, and somebody tricked me- not naming names, but he knows who he is- [she looks around shiftily, and then adds, in a scathing tone] Bill. [ahem. moving on.] They told me I could have a little more summer if I traded them something that pretty much doomed the world. I didn't know that, at the time, but let that be a lesson to you- don't give people things that look evil or important, no matter what they're offering you.

Anyway, so Gravity Falls got plunged into crazytown because I wanted reality to go away. And I got trapped in this bubble, and... What you guys saw was my bubble. A world that was just for me that I could hide in, where anything I wanted I could have, but there was so much going on underneath it that you stopped to think about it, it was actually kinda awful.

Sorta like Wonderland, right? That's... definitely what I thought when I came back here after that. 

[she sighs, realizing she's just babbling on.] I know, I know. "C'mon, Mabel, just get to the point." And... This is the point. I know Wonderland is really bad- like really, really bad- but there's a lot here that makes it worth staying in. Free stuff from the closets, awesome new friends you wouldn't have met otherwise, new experiences, new pets. [She holds up Boris.] And it's fine to think that- there's nothing wrong with enjoying Wonderland. Hating everything about it is kinda dumb, if you ask me. We all have things we like.

But, at the same time, no matter how bad your life is back home, you can't just decide a fantasy is better in comparison. I learned that the hard way- I mean, you guys saw how tempting Mabelland was. It's important to remember that Wonderland isn't forever. So appreciate what we have here, but don't forget about what's beyond that. Reality's just as scary as Wonderland is, and it doesn't have magic closets, but it's where we're supposed to be. 

And I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna keep making the most of my time here until I have to go back home. [she smiles, and this time she sounds more sure of herself.]
powerofmabel: (☆ and she'll never be free)
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[What we have here is a view of the floor. Mabel's voice can be heard off-camera.] Okay, Boris... Just hold it right there, annnd-

[The camera is suddenly lifted up, showing a view of this.] Heeeey, Wonderfriends. Check out this awesome new thing Bill the Lizard made. It's mini golf and that dumb adult mini-golf game all in one. It's even named after Dipper! See. [The camera turns to show the sign on the wall, and then Mabel puts down the camera which moves along the top of one of the tables. Apparently, she's strapped it to Boris. Mabel continues to talk off-screen as everyone gets the full view of the room from a baby pig perspective.]

Anyway, I've been getting some practice in, trying to adapt my awesome mini-golf skills to this thingy, and not to brag, but I'm probably a Pit Pat champion by now. And if you wanna challenge me for my title, come on down to Floor 7, Room 17 and pick up a stick.

[There's a clatter, probably caused by Mabel knocking over the sticks in her attempt to be dramatic. Boris squeals and jumps off the table, taking the camera with him.] Whoa- hey! Boris, wait!

[The camera cuts off suddenly as it falls off Boris's neck and hits the ground.]

[[ooc: post available for both action and network prompts.]]

01; [Video]

Jan. 1st, 2018 05:58 pm
bibliocorn: (Um whatnow)
[personal profile] bibliocorn
[The entrance hall to the mansion is certainly glorious, but what it isn't is the throne room of Canterlot- which is where Sunburst absolutely just was. As such, there's a cloaked, bespectacled little unicorn wandering around, looking about himself in confusion. He's pretty tired, he's just been on an epic adventure- this is probably some strange hallucination brought on by too much magic-strain or something. That makes sense. That makes absolute sense.

And then he finds his device- which is absolutely alien to him. What in the hay IS it??? The device is suddenly surrounded in a sparkly, yellow glow- an action which turns it on- as Sunburst levitates it closer to his face, squinting at it. He talks to the screen, though he doesn't realise it- he's largely speaking out loud, trying to understand what's going on.
]

I've never seen an artefact like this before. I'm not convinced I could dream this up along with...whatever this place is. Perhaps there was a magical feedback loop from the portal? Though it would have to be on a delay for it to start happening now. Hnnh, I hope the effects don't last long, I have a lot of new research to compile. I guess I need to wait for it to wear off. Talk about inconvenient. I wonder if any of the others are suffering side effects?

Video

Dec. 11th, 2017 07:31 pm
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[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.]

Video

Dec. 10th, 2017 12:45 pm
charlastan: Happier - Guster ((Finally got it figured out))
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[Stan isn't really sure how to begin this message, or what say first. The beginning of the post catches him in a rare moment of being entirely unsure what to say. There's a German Shepard by his side who nudges him and whines a little, as if it knows he's sad. There's two cats curled up nearby, but both intently watching what's going on.]

Shh, don't make this harder!

[He's not a total monster though, so he scritches behind the dog's ears as he talks.]

So, uh. ...I've got a couple animals I need to re-home. This dog's Newt, and that cat over there's Archie. I think they're short for Newton and Archi...medes?

[He looks at the cat as if for confirmation, and the cat looks vaguely put out by the question and meows at him.]

...Anyway, um. They belonged to my brother Stanford, but...his room's all empty and they kinda wandered down the hall to me, and I can't take care of four animals. Heck, I can barely take care of myself half the time! I've still got my cat Freeloader here, and his owl's pretty good at takin' care of himself-- [There's a hoot off-screen.] --but the other two...they need someone else to look after 'em. The cat's got six toes on his paws, and the dog's good for, uh. [He's making an attempt to be discrete about his brother's PTSD business.] ...Emotional stuff, I guess.

[Stan sounds tired. He should have known this would happen sooner or later, but he wasn't ready for it at all. He'd gotten too comfortable with Ford being around. But, at least needing to give away his animals will let him spread the news that Ford's gone without talking about Ford being gone. He should be used to being alone, but it stings even more now that they had patched things up.

He takes a deep breath, and says the only thing that might betray how terrible he feels to anyone who knows him. He won't look at the screen, and makes none of his usual showman gestures.
]

They're free to a good home, first come first serve.
cursebreaking: (we climbed the rolling hills;)
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[Emma has read what information has been made available, she’s walked the grounds and the corridors of some of the mansion’s ground floor, and she’s combed through what public postings she could find to look through on the device she’d found in the pocket opposite of where she kept her own phone. She’s been digging for evidence since she got here, but what she’s found?

She’s not buying it. The message that comes through is voice only, not wanting to reveal her face or her exact location right away-- though she’s pretty damn sure that whoever’s responsible for this is watching her and has a good idea of where she is, if not who.]


Look. I know someone is out there listening.

[She doesn’t know exactly who, but someone.]

This game of yours? I’m not interested. I don’t know how you got me here, or how you set all this up. Maybe it’s some messed-up alternate reality game, but I didn’t opt in for any of this. I don’t care how elaborate it is, or how much work went into it-- my kid is at home waiting for me, and I am not screwing around.

[Her tone is hard, angry rather than anxious, determination winning out over uncertainty.]

‘Wonderland.’ Cute, but I’m not impressed. All I want is for you to point me towards the exit. You can do me a solid and we can do this the easy way-- or we can do it the hard way. Trust me, whatever weird stuff you might be into, I can promise you won’t be happy if we go that route.

[She stays on the line, just to wait for any kind of possible response-- but she doesn’t really know what to expect. This entire thing has her out of her depth, even if she’s not willing to admit it.]
krmvgivv: (i'm mean and bitter)
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[Oh look, it’s Mabel and Dipper again. And… Well, Mabel is crowding in front of the camera right now, so it’s more “Mabel and Dipper’s face squished off to the side. SHE IS VERY EXCITED OKAY.]

Good morning, Wonderfriends! ...Or whatever the time is, since time’s relative here.

Are you tired of not knowing what’s really going on? Are the pamphlets you get when you arrive just too boring and lack both detailed information and color. Do you really not know who all those people who announce events are and why they’re so important?

Well, look no further, ‘cause Angel Investigations has the guide for you.


[Dipper finally manages to push Mabel out of the way enough to get his face more firmly in view, shooting her a frustrated look in the process. WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS.]

Not that the pamphlets aren't great! [EVIE IS HIS HERO HE WILL SAY NOTHING AGAINST HER HARD PAMPHLET WORK.] But they really just scratch the surface and, well, once you're a little more settled in, sometimes you might want all the information in one convenient place rather than having to go digging for it.

[He holds up a small booklet.]

Presenting Dipper and Mabel's guide to Wonderland! Your one stop guide for detailed Wonderland basics.

[Mabel pushes her way back into frame again, gripping Dipper’s shoulders in a sort of hug-tackle so he’ll stay down.] With drawings made by me! Mabel!

[He pushes his way up again, squeezing into the bottom of the frame and scowling.]

And useful information compiled and summarized by me, Dipper.

[He straightens, trying to look as professional as he can considering Mabel basically has him in a headlock.]

We've also got a digital version for people who like having less paper. Come down to Angel Investigations and get your copy today!
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[ Henry’s been here about ten minutes and he really needs to get out, now. Because he’s either losing his mind, or he fell and hit his head, or he’s dead, or something. He would almost swear he’s been here before except he knows he hasn’t. He does know he was going to write about a version of Wonderland in his book but never got there, so is he somehow living that discarded draft? All he can think to do is actually confront the residents via video message. ]

Okay, so, hello. Just to get the basics out of the way, I’m Henry Mills and I guess I’m new here. Whatever else people want to know, sure, ask away, but I do have a question.

How the hell did I get here? I mean is there a running theory, is this a fever dream we’re all sharing, something in the water? I was having a beer and then I was in this place so any answers would be really appreciated at this point.

Also: did you believe in magic before coming here because this closet situation is seriously freaking me out.

[ What is happening and how is it possible? ]

Anyway, just thought I’d introduce myself. Sorry if I wasted anyone’s time.
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[The first thing anyone sees, even before the person posting...is a little pig, in one of the tea rooms. It snuffles and sniffles and sweeps the room for signs of danger, and once it is satisfied it trots away.

Then in a blink, Alice is standing in the middle of the room, pig cradled in her arms. And for the first time ever on the network, her face has wide blue eyes. She's a bit frantic, but otherwise unharmed.
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I think I'm starting to get used to doing that on purpose... Ah, hello everyone! It's...been some time, hasn't it?

[Even Alice can't seem to hide the fact that it's rather awkward to suddenly have eyes when she did not before. The pig squirms and she lets it down, as she's discovered it's wisest to listen to what the Duchess' pig wants.]

I'm so sorry to interrupt everything, but I need to warn you all! Something-- something terrible is going to happen soon! I don't want to cause anyone alarm, but it may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

[It's all distressing, and Alice crouches down to the pig's level so she can play with it's ears absently as she talks. It lets her.]

I'm afraid I still can't explain how I know, and the details are...rather distressing. But I promise, I'd never lie to all of you! I could never!

[She's adamant about that much at least. Even if her message isn't clear, there's more clarity in the way she speaks about it - she understands the importance of these messages now, in a way she'd forgotten for so long.]

Please, everyone. Take care of yourselves this weekend. I think it may be all you can do.

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Oct. 17th, 2017 10:46 am
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[Ishimaru hasn't really been at a hundred percent since Mondo's arrival in Wonderland and the difficult news he brought with him. A lot has been weighing on his mind, but over time he's managed to gain some comfort and regain some of his energy by throwing himself into his studies and focusing on them. And during the last event, he mostly spent time coordinating people in the safe zone while in his pajamas. Now that things have quieted down again, it seems like the time to address everyone.

And so, on this day he addresses everyone with an energetic message! He goes on cheerily, although every now and then his cheer fades a bit.]


Greetings, people of Wonderland! In case you have not met me, my name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru! I believe in bold simplicity, and through hard work I have earned the title of Super High School Level Public Morals Committee Member! Even though I've been trapped here in Wonderland, I am still doing everything that I can to continue my educational crusade in this world, and I highly encourage anyone to join me! If you find me at the library or the youth center, you are more than welcome to study with me. Let's all do our best!

In fact, I would also like to encourage everyone to help me with my studies right now! Please help me in one of two ways. Either quiz me on any subject, or teach me about something from your world. You could even do both if you so please! I would highly appreciate any help. ...Y-you can also talk about the value of second chances here in Wonderland! [Just in case Mondo is listening. He then closes with a hurried bow.]

Thank you for your time, and may you all have splendid days!
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[Dipper's sitting in his room, holding a red-wrapped piece of paper and looking very seriously at the camera.]

So, I just received a very interesting package–Mabel and I both did–I mean, we each received a different package, and… [He holds his up, then holds the note up to the camera.

It reads: In the search for something lost, do what you know you must. -RQ]


So clearly they're important, and I thought it'd be best if we open them nice and slowly and everyone can have a chance to see and weigh in, cause this is definitely a puzzle, and–

[–and Mabel shoves her way into frame violently, pushing Dipper aside and slamming a jar in front of the camera. The jar contains (1) blue eye that darts around in confusion at being jostled so savagely!! For a hot moment, Mabel does not care about that. She’s too busy looking a bit frantic.]

THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. This is the moment I’ve been training for since I first met Alice. [She balls a tiny hand into a fist.] I have one of her eyes, man. But that’s one more eye than I had before!

[She’s… definitely going at this with all the passion of a drill sergeant.] So my question is… Who’s got the other one? [SUSPICIOUS SQUINT. YOU BETTER NOT BE HIDING IT FROM HER. SHE WILL FIND YOU.

Dipper looks annoyed at the intrusion until he sees just what it is she has, at which point he looks shocked and amazed, one hand going to his head.]


Mabel, that's amazing! Oh my gosh, we have to find the other eyeball and figure out where the heck she hangs out when she's not announcing events… I'm going to get a clipboard!

[Whoops dashing offscreen now. There's a thump. Followed by an "I'm okay!" then another thump.

Mabel watches all of this with increasingly more pained flinches at Dipper tripping over everything, all while hugging the jar close to her chest.]
Um… We’ll be right back, guys.

[She flicks the camera off.]
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Sup, fellow captives? Name's Claudia.

[ two purple-gloved hands throw up finger guns in front of the camera. claudia's curled red hair is interrupted only by a single strand of white, and her ratty denim vest is covered in an obnoxious amount of flair. anyone versed in teen can probably tell this cool front is pretty forced. ]

So! I did the reading, aced the pop quiz, made frenemies with the magical internet, et cetera et cetera... [ shrug! if she pretends it's no big deal it won't be, right? this is fine everything's fine. ] Who do I talk to about that member's club jacket fitting? Or like, should I expect a card or a button or something? Maybe a secret handshake? Oh, right one other thing-- anyone got a twenty on Alice? Figure it's only polite to introduce myself to the lady of the house, you know?

[ and until then, she'll keep checking mirrors in hopes that this is some weird artifact thing on steroids. as the day wears on, claudia only gets crankier-- she's starting to feel helpless and alone. she can do alone, she just-- well she thought she didn't have to anymore. ]
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This is Frisk, coming to you live from the RNC!!

A needle full of Kellis-Amberlee was found today. People think it might've been intentional. Like some kind of asassination attempt. But there are a lot of scientist people and stuff around here, so maybe it wasn't! Maybe someone was studying it, or trying to get some samples or something. We can't really know unless we ask!

But no one's asking. They're just quarantining people without asking! and someone's hot dog stand was even burned down over it. It's not fair!

So I think we have to take this chance to remember that we're all here together. We're all just people, fighting against something inside us that keeps trying to win, so we can't let it! We're stronger than any virus. But we have to have faith in each other, O.K.? That's the only way any of us can get through this!

So remember to STAY DETERMINED, O.K.?

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ This is Frisk, signing off! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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[ Clementine and Mae appear on the screen. It’s a little girl and a cat girl. They’re standing in a room on the first floor. Clem has a crowbar in her hand, slung over her shoulder. Mae has her trusty baseball bat and a very cat-that-got-the-canary grin on her face.]

Hey, so… Mae told me about how she breaks shit sometimes and how it’s… cathartic? [ that’s the word she used, right? ] And I tried it with a light bulb. It felt pretty damn awesome so we thought it might be cool to have an official place where people could break stuff whenever they needed to deal with bullshit.

[Mae immediately picks up the thread, grinning wide.]

So we are super effing pleased to introduce…The Destruction Room.

[She pans the camera over to the sign on the door. It’s generic and straight to the point. Then she pans the camera around to take in the room. There’s rows of shelves filled with china plates, vases, glass figurines and other fragile-looking items. Along the walls are dozens of light fixtures and free-standing lamps, as well as just a metric ton of lightbulbs, both fluorescent and incandescent. All of it is very precariously displayed and it looks like it wouldn’t take much to just knock some of these shelves right over.]

Isn’t it amazing? We stocked it with everything that could possibly go smash.

[Clementine gestures then to have Mae pan the camera toward the wall on the side which has a giant weapon rack with every blunt weapon imaginable from bats to maces to hammers and more. ]

Over on this wall, we’ve got every blunt weapon you can think of so you can really make the breakables crack into a hundred awesome pieces. Also, it’s on the first floor, room 4 so if you hit yourself in the foot or get glass stuck in your arm or something, the clinic’s right next door.

Yeah, we pretty much thought of everything. Because we’re awesome.

[Mae holds out her hand to Clementine for a high-five. Clementine leans over, high fiving her back, with a smile. Totally awesome. ]

Anyway, yeah, come on down and get your smash on. Work out some of that pre-event anxiety or whatever.
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[So here’s Mabel sitting at her craft table in her room, surrounded by her piles of stuffed animals. It looks like she’s about to make the world’s cuddliest State of the Union address.]

Hi, Wonderfriends!

As you know, I, Mabel Pines, am an expert at problem-solving. I not only solve my own problems, but the problems of my friends, and I have the scrapbooked evidence to prove it! Plus I’m co-leader of Angel Investigations- we make your mysteries history. Aw yeah, nailed that plug! [she high fives a stuffed animal, and then sighs and leans back.] But as surprising as it is, there are some problems I can’t solve. You see, I’ve been in Wonderland for two years now, which means I definitely haven’t been to the orthodontist. [and here, she smiles, revealing her braces, which she gestures to.] These things? Do not tighten themselves, guys. And since I kiiinda don’t want a super messed up mouth while I’m in Wonderland, I only have one question for you.

[and here she looks deeply pained, all the casualness gone from her tone, because believe or not, people, untightened braces are uncomfortable as hell.] Is there a dentist in the house??
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[Network}

Hey guys, so... what's up?

[Because that's how you start out when you've just arrived in Gravity Falls version two point oh, right? Especially when there's bark behind your head and leaves that flitter in and out of the picture behind her.]

What I get is that we're, what? All trapped in a hell dimension? Maybe it's a shared universal nightmare? Not that this is how my nightmares work, but maybe I'm not the dreamer in charge.

[She pauses, the view wavering, showing more of the woods behind her.]

Whatever. Wonderland though? I think I remember that book from last year. I watched the movie, and still passed the book report so that's enough, right? Though the whole kidnapping thing feels more Lost Boys than Alice.

Is there a pirate? Pirate ship? I am all up for starting a band of kids who never grow up, get in food fights, and make adults run in fear. Who's with me?

Also, the lake shaped like a lizard? Bit odd but cool, man.

[Action]

If anyone is down by the lake, they might spot Wendy perched on a lower branch of a tree. Laid back against the trunk, one leg dangling as she watches the wind ruffle the surface of the lake. Definitely watching for familiar faces, or interesting ones, before deciding to breach the house.

Up there, out of the main line of people traffic, it's much more relaxing and is giving her time to adjust.

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