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[As the post starts, there's not actually anyone talking or anything showing on the video feed. Just a dark screen, footsteps and light breathing. Whoever's on the other end of the post is on edge; ready for something or someone to come at him. Carl reaches for a weapon - the knife in the holster on his hip - but gets a handful of communicator. The audio rustles uncomfortably and the video is jumbled while he rearranges the device to face him and takes a moment to realize that the thing is recording him.]

A...phone?

[He's very clearly confused, but not for lack of knowledge of the technology. Rather it's just been years since he's seen a working phone, much less one that would record and broadcast anything.]

Hello? I...is anyone there?

[What probably should have been obvious in the first place dawns on him, then, and it shows on his face. His eyebrows furrow and now he's more confident in what he wants out of this thing. What he needs to accomplish here. If he's here - in a strange place, with no clue how he got here - there's a good chance that whoever took him took the people around him as well.]

Dad? Michonne? Anyone?

[One more time just for good measure:]

Dad?

[He pauses for a moment, but the lack of immediate response is enough dissonance from what he remembers of cell phones from his world and enough to disappoint him slightly. Before turning off the feed, he pulls out the knife he was looking for in the first place and speaks one last time to the video. He's still addressing 'Dad' and 'Michonne,' if the tone of his voice is any indication and he does it with a smile on his face.]

If you're here...come find me.

[Left unsaid is the reminder that he'll handle himself until they do, but that they shouldn't take their time.]

[ Voice ]

Mar. 23rd, 2015 10:54 pm
cupboards: (Yeah that's totally my bad)
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 [ This event is a hot mess. In like ten different ways. Now, most of the other events have been disasters in one way or another, too, just by virtue of shaping reality in different ways, but at least they all seemed to have...rules, or a theme of some kind. This is just a hodge podge of everything, and it's kind of weird, honestly.

It's got him kind of curious, though, and so he figures he might as well ask; ]

I haven't been here long, but every event I've seen has seemed pretty straight forward. This one is all over the place, though, like the mansion can't really make up it's mind. Does this happen often? Or is it like when the mansion stayed weird even after those giants disappeared?

I guess I"m just wondering if we should be worried at all.

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Mar. 23rd, 2015 05:42 pm
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[ Luna has her large pink Spectre Specs glasses on her face as she addresses the network, looking somewhat unsure of the device. She'd read the pamphlet a few times over, but the device was surprisingly muggle-like for something found in what seems to be such a magical place, and she's not the most experienced with this sort of thing. ]

Hello. My name is Luna Lovegood. I think I might be displaced.

[ She knows where she is, of course, so she's not entirely lost. She's just not sure where Wonderland is. ]

I was at Hogwarts a few hours ago and I think I'd like to find my way back in time for my lessons tomorrow. I think I've already missed today's.

[ And then as if she's just remembered she's got the Specs on, she pushes them down her nose to eye the camera over the rim. ]

I get the distinct impression that there are blibbering humdingers floating around the mirrors here. Has anyone else noticed?
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You are not my Stark phone.

[ The voice that speaks sounds extremely offended by that fact. Loki scoops the network device off the ground, struggling to keep it balanced in one hand. The shaky video feed that follows gives hint to why he is having such trouble: his left arm hangs limply at his side. In addition, his face is deeply bruised, and one of the horns has been knocked off of his headpiece.

Someone's arrival in Wonderland was almost fortunate. Loki considers the irony of a sudden kidnapping being a plus to his day as he sinks heavily into a chair, but the train of thought is lost as the action jars his ribs. Working through a deep wince, he manages to prop the device up against a stack of books and pokes at the screen with one finger.
]

All right, you. Let us see how you work.
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[The video starts up with an image of one of the battered barricades, then turns to show Beiste's vaguely confused expression.]

So...that's still around. And I got a stack of rifles in my room, 'cause the closets don't seem to be back to normal either.

Does this feel weird to anyone? All that action and then nothing's happening but the stuff's still here? Almost like it didn't shut off all the way or somethin'.

Anybody notice anything else weird? I hear folks've got their powers back, so at least if those things show up again we're a little better off than before. Still feels off, though.
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[ Gold was the one to tell David about death not being a permanent thing here. It's hard though to really swallow that when you watch your wife get impaled to a tree trying to save your life while in battle. He's not sure if he believes it. Because Gold hadn't exactly explained how it happened. David sort of assumed it'd be instantaneous. He didn't imagine he'd have time to carry her from the battle field and back indoors. Another hour went by and David finally wrapped his wife in linens from their bed and left her on the mattress. Face uncovered.

Now is not the time for sarcasm or rattling David's cage. He's a patient man, but there's just something about watching your wife die in front of your eyes that gets to you. Having to take down her body and carry it inside is just the icing on this awful cake.

When the feed comes on David's eyes are red and he's breathing heavy. ]
My wife--uh Mary Margaret--[ Because it occurs to him that people might not know she's married to David. ]--she--[ He can't do it. He shuts the feed off and for a few moments there's nothing from David. Finally though he texts. ]

She perished in the battle. They come back right?

[ He just wants some reassurance. Some validation that he'll see her again. He has half her heart. Which he would gladly rip out of his own chest and put in hers if she would return to him immediately. ]
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[ It’s not every day that the people of Wonderland get good news, and boy has Dean gotten some— at least according to his brother. It’s why when the feed clicks on, the view is of both brothers leaving the Mansion, their destination becoming clear within the next few seconds. Parked just outside sits a car, black surface shining and spotless and perfect.

And Dean? Dean looks beyond excited, breaking away from his brother with a few quick steps as he approaches the newly arrived vehicle. Like a kid in a candy store, he huffs a laugh as he approaches it, hand reaching out to touch the Impala the moment he’s close enough, an undeniable gasp leaving him as he does. ]


Baby


[ Anything and anyone else seems to be forgotten after that, Dean’s focus entirely on the car. He all but embraces it, whispering —Sorry I left you, I’m back now, you’re so beautiful, I’ll never let anyone hurt or touch you again — things to what’s arguably a third Winchester by every standard except blood.

The reason it's all being recorded in the first place is due to Sam who, though the network can't see his face, has the whole scene playing out via his camera. The younger Winchester, who'd spotted the car earlier, just scoffs in honest disbelief. ]


Told you. I wouldn't've believed it, but... yeah. Guess she left it behind.


[ "For us" goes unspoken after the exceptionally awkward story that she'd elected to share with everyone. It's a backwards kind of bittersweet now that she'd gone, gifting them their literal mobile home. ]

Just wanted you to see it. I'll give you two a room.


[ With a little laugh, he turns away as if to head back inside. However, the video from the device switches to another recorded feed, one from a camera that Sam had stuck within the car before bringing his brother out. Apparently edited for content, a song queues up in the background to overlay the scene.

And what a scene it is. Anyone who actually decides it’s a good idea to keep watching will be subjected to more of, well, what’s already been going on. Dean’s all but kissing the car, rounding around the back until he’s at the driver’s side, then slipping in to sit behind the wheel. Hands feel down the steering wheel, then the side compartment — his cassettes, yes — and every inch of the car. All with Dean looking as if he’s been reunited with a long lost friend, words of affection still whispered to the car in a hushed tone.

Shh, this is a private moment. ]


( ooc; replies will come from both dean and sam )
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[When the video starts, James is outside, bundled up in a plain black cloak and leaning against a tree. It's a little cold, but not unpleasantly so, but there's one big draw to making such a broadcast outside - privacy. He's out not so much because it's a pleasant winter day, but because he doesn't want to be accidentally overheard.

That's how much he's been fretting about this. There is exactly one person in all of Wonderland who shouldn't hear this post, and he feels like she's going to sneak up behind him at any moment. But, he has no idea how to go about any of this at all, and it shows.
]

Hullo, Wonderland. I, err. ...Need some advice. Romantic advice. An absolute shocker coming from me, I know.

[He tries to laugh at himself a little to remove some of the awkwardness, but it doesn't work very well.]

Any help at all would be greatly appreciated, I assure you. And if we could keep this between us, and not mention it to Lily, that would be fantastic as well. [He can't help smiling a little at mention of her, though he does peek off into the distance to make sure she's not coming.] I'd rather keep it a surprise, and that'll be hard to do if she knows about it. Thanks.

[With that, he shuts off the camera. He already feels a little better just having put the request out there.]

Video

Jan. 2nd, 2015 09:09 am
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[Finally, Saki Hanajima can post normally! ... well, semi-normally, she's in her room with the door locked, sitting on her bed. But at least she looks normally dark and creepy, and not depressingly dark and creepy. If you know her, you know there's a difference.]

According to some, a new year has passed. I find this difficult to celebrate, as time has such a strange way of working here. It's sort of like adding rules to the insanity of Wonderland.

But I wish everyone well all the same.

Anyway... every so often, we get little stampedes of animals. Pigs, dogs, frogs lately... I was wondering if perhaps I should start this new year off with extra companionship.

What sort of pet should I get, if I could obtain one? I'd prefer one that can be black.

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Dec. 29th, 2014 05:20 pm
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[ She’s been poking at the device as if doing that would help her understand and figure out what’s happened to her. She can handle a little conversation, probably, and Charlie’s mouth thins in concentration, turning the thing over so she can record herself. Her blond hair is curled and still somewhat of a mess, having pulled the bandana free. ]

Hey, uh… [ What’s she supposed to say? ] I know y’all probably get this a lot, but it’d be real nice if someone explained what was going on. Last I checked, the world hadn’t exploded -- thank God, whatever, I know -- but everything’s a little upside down for me right now.

[ She rolls her eyes up, looking around as if trying to get her bearings, and the video shows off one of the many hallways--close to her room on the fifth floor. ]

Lookin’ for someone too. Can’t say for sure if he’s here though… [ And she bites at her lip. Should she even say his name? ] So, lost and found. I guess? Anyone want to tell me where that’s at? And maybe where I can get a cigarette too. [ She needs a whole carton by now. ] Um, yeah. Thanks.

[ She cuts the feed before bothering to give her name as well, doing her best not to freak out in public. ]
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[ Though she'd been mysteriously absent over the past week, the last Targaryen is not shy in her return. Clad again in Dothraki clothing, Daenerys looks displeased as she appears over the network. ]

I know not where I have been these few days, but it seems I am not yet to return to Essos. [ And that's annoying, to say the least. ] What has happened that so many run about the mansion in fear?

[ There's a long, thoughtful pause, during which her silver eyebrows come together, and then... ]

Where is my dragon?
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[ The last thing Harry remembers is the car failing and losing altitude as they closed in on Hogwarts. He had yelled at Ron to watch out for a tree, and then, well--he was here. He wants to think that this is the tree they crashed into, and that he just flew through the windshield and miraculously survived (which seems to be a running theme with him), but of course it isn't that simple, it never is. There's snow and there shouldn't be, and he can't hear the sounds of car failure anywhere nearby. Or Ron, for that matter. Which brings with it a bunch of worry. How is he supposed to get to the school in time, now? And just how long has he been stuck out here?

Harry, hanging upside-down with his leg and clothes caught between a couple branches, tries to wiggle to get a better view, but he's afraid of his foot coming loose and falling to his death, so he gives up after a short while. The movement causes his palm pilot to fall from another branch, though, and it hits his nose and knocks his glasses free in the process.

While getting hit in the face with a cellphone isn't exactly the best start to an already strange day, it does turn the device on, and anyone queuing into the network is graced with the image of a scrawny pre-teen hanging upside down from a tree. He definitely looks like he could use a hand. ]


Ron? Are you alright? --Ron?

[ He gets no response, and he hadn't really expected one. As far as he knows, Ron is in another tree, or stuck in the car somewhere else entirely. It would be just his luck. ]

Er--Is anyone there? I could use a little help.
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[Text wonderland, text is good for the soul isn't it? Mostly because Lindsey for his part isn't feeling well. He's been drinking demon blood and he's been doing so more and more frequently. The thing is, he's starting to realize that he can't stand on his own, but hey, he can lift a vase up with his mind a quarter of an inch!

Never mind that he's feeling really sick.]


What do you think is more important love or power?

[Right now he could answer power. He really could.]

What would you do for one or the other?

[And then - A series of Private messages.]

Private Messages to Abby, Lilith, and Will Graham. )

01 / video

May. 5th, 2014 08:49 pm
dissemble: (No-one round here's good)
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[There's a mild looking man sitting on a bench somewhere in the gardens. His skin looks like it's seen far better days - though it's knitting itself together even as he stares thoughtfully at the device in his hand.]

I have to say, I've never been kidnapped quite like this before. [He smiles. If you're the type to notice such things, you'll see that it doesn't quite reach his eyes. It's almost threatening.]

One prison is as good as another, I hear. At least this one has a little more room to stretch [He rolls his shoulders to emphasise his point.] I wonder if the company will be any better.

[Oh, he knows there are various people nearby who he should catch up with, but anyone important enough should know he is here without needing a video. No, the video is for all the ordinary humans he's stuck far too close to.

ooc: action replies are welcome! Most people will notice the temperature dropping near Lucifer :3]
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[Pepper has been there a week now, largely trying to orient herself, to make contact with the assorted people from her world, and to keep Tony from completely sealing himself down in the basement lab. But in reflection it all seems like so little, particularly from the perspective of someone who is used to the demands of running an industry-leading international corporation. She already wants to do more, but being neither a combatant nor scientifically-gifted makes the options a little less clear.

At least until Tony starts complaining about the pamphlets.

A few days and lots of consideration later, Pepper starts the video on her phone about mid-morning. She's in what appears to be an office, though for her it's a temporary setting. She ultimately doesn't know exactly what resources will be required, just that it's better not to pose her proposal from Tony's workshop or their personal room. She smiles politely, with all the confidence of someone who has been the focus of countless press conferences before (usually for much more frustrating reasons).]


Good morning, everyone. My name is Pepper Potts, and about a week ago I arrived here in Wonderland. First, I'd like to say thank you to everyone who helped answer my questions about this place. It's definitely not easy to take in. And on that note, I'd also like to talk about this.

[She holds up the pamphlet for the camera to see.] Whoever originally wrote it had a very good idea. [Even if it's far from the most professional thing Pepper's seen in her life.] I don't know if that person is still here, but I'm hoping to take this idea further. It's definitely important to have these brochures for people who aren't familiar with the phones, but since we do have the technology available, it might be wise to create a digital version of the pamphlet. This will allow the information presented to be fleshed out in terms of missing details, and potentially also include things like a map of the area. Accessibility can also be improved in this manner; for example, providing an audible version of the file for people who couldn't read it for whatever reason.

In that vein, I'm hoping people will be willing to contribute details they think might be important for inclusion in this file. What more do you think newcomers to Wonderland need to know beyond what's written here? I've got some rough ideas already, but it never hurts to be certain. Or if someone is already working on all of this, would you mind getting in touch? I've got a bit of specialized technology from my home that can make completing it a bit easier.

[JARVIS being the amazing program that he is.]

I'd also like to ask if anyone from the group setting up the history of Wonderland is still present. I'd like to contribute to the project however I can. [Proactive and useful, as the pamphlet says.] And on a personal note, could someone direct me to the person or group in charge of the gallery? I think discovering it yesterday might have actually made my day, so, thank you.

And thanks to the rest of you for your time and attention.

[There, the feed ends.]
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[ now that he can speak without feeling like he's in a boy band, it's time to address the network again. not because he has a lot to say that hasn't already been said. he hopes it has come up before; he hopes that with how many people are in Wonderland, tons of them have broached this topic. but he knows that one person or even a few people can't save everyone, it's impossible to have that many eyes. so, that's where this comes in. that's why there's a shot of a grassy field with some straw dummies in it, stuck into the ground and standing. some of them are covered in fabric to keep them together better, others aren't.

some of you might recognize Percy from the back of his head, but most of you won't. that's not important right away. he's decked out in leather armor from the closet, the same place the dummies came from. it's not as good as the kind he had back in Manhattan, but it does the trick.

he's not angry at Wonderland, he doesn't have a reason to be. not yet. he hasn't been here long enough to suffer what he keeps hearing about from people he wants to protect. terrifying events. events that can kill people, can strip them of their powers, of anything that gives them an edge. so that's why he's going to charge a dummy with a glowing, bronze sword and efficiently hack it to pieces. it's the kind of necessary violence that reminds him of his once upon a time sword fighting mentor. but the point is, he doesn't stop until only ribbons of fabric and straw are left. it's not to show off, it's a demonstration of what he can offer.
]

So I don't know about the rest of you, but I hate feeling like there's nothing I can do. Like I'm just a piece in someone's stupid game to prove gods know what to gods know who. [ he's facing the camera now and shrugging, Riptide still in hand. ] Maybe I can't change that.

[ maybe i can. ]

But I can change what Wonderland does to people during events. I hope I'm not the first guy to offer, considering I've only been here for about five weeks. You don't have to be powerless. I can teach you to fight. Swords aren't for everyone, but I've got friends who know how to use knives and spears, and sometimes, whatever happens to be around in a crisis. Knowing how to defend yourself isn't always going to save you [ i've seen the best fighters go down ] but it can make a difference, if you're willing to try. I come from a summer camp that specializes in teaching kids of all ages, so if you think it isn't in you, I'm telling you it is.

I know I haven't seen the scary stuff this place can throw at us yet. But I can't keep hearing about it and hoping for the best, because speaking from experience? [ he's just going to stab his sword into the ground now. ] That never works out.

I guess what I'm saying is: you can run in fear and go into hiding alone or you can stand up and we can face it together.

Or [ and the serious face drops, so he can crack a sheepish grin ] uh, we can practice as a hobby. I'm good with that, too.
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[So here's the thing. When it comes to the son of Lucifer, there are two major things that separate him from his father. The first is his feelings toward humanity. He likes humans. Maybe not all of them, and certainly not all of the time, but he likes people in general and wants to see them grow and learn and live up to their true potential.

The second difference between him and Lucifer, and far more important at the moment, is his pride. Or, rather, his lack thereof. Which isn't to say Adam is completely humble. He most definitely isn't. But he doesn't let what he can do, who he is, define him. He doesn't view himself as better than others. More capable at times, maybe, but not above them.

At least, that's how he is normally. The last few days, though, he's begun to forget that fact and currently can't, for the life of him, understand why he's always considered it so important to not boast about the things he can do. It doesn't help that others just keep right on shoving their supposed talents down his throat, either. To be frank, he's become irritated at the whole of Wonderland's captive population in general because of it.

So when the video feed clicks on, Adam isn't wearing his typical bright smile and the aura about him that's normally so light now carries a darkness that is much more align with what it would be like if he acted the way an Antichrist should. Oh, if only Hell could see him now.

When he speaks, it's very matter-of-fact. All business, this one. Mostly because he wants to say his bit before the urge to sing - again - overtakes him and he makes a spectacle of himself.]


Y'know, you lot keep going on and on and on 'bout how much better you are than everybody else and, well, I gotta say that you're all wrong. There's not a single one of you who is better at stuff than I am. Fact is, most of you can't even do most of the stuff I can.

[His expression hardens.]

So stop it already. 'Cause if you keep it up, I'm gonna have t'show all of you 'xactly what I can do and it's not going t'end well for most of you if I do.

[And with that, and the feeling of a song coming on, Adam quickly switches off the video feed. He'll respond, of course, or if anyone wants to seek him out in person, he's wandering the grounds outside and is probably singing.]
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action

[ Waking up in an unfamiliar room when her last memory had been dying on a train isn't even in Lucy's "Top Ten Weirdest Things To Happen To Me." At least this time she's not waking up pregnant with a corpse head. Her hands immediately reach to check, finding nothing but a flat abdomen. Next her fingers fly to her face (skin is still there, no shards of metal growing over her like armor to constrict her breathing). She can breathe, she doesn't feel ill, and there's no President Valentine in sight.

But that doesn't mean he isn't lurking around. After a frantic search of the bare room, she finally emerges into the seventh story hall armed with a small pistol and some technological device (Some sort of phone? Judging by the little symbol in the corner). Barefoot and sweating buckets, she looks like the human equivalent to a Chihuahua that looks like it's either going to pee or bite someone or both.

Yes clearly this is a sociable, happy addition to Wonderland's collection of well-adjusted individuals.

Cautiously making her way down the floors, the sound of voices causes her to duck into the nearest room. She doesn't check to see if it's occupied or not. At best, you can catch a flash of a frightened young girl fleeing behind a door; at worst, a panicked, sweaty girl with a gun just ran into your fucking room for no apparent reason.
]

text (and more action if you're in the kitchen)

[ And once she calms down enough (or finds a nice hiding space under a kitchen cubbard) she finally examines the strange phone. No time to figure out why it looks the way it looks or what all these other buttons mean, but one button brings up an alphabet to type with. Who this message goes to, if anyone, is a mystery. It's a risk, but what other choice does she have? Besides, it's no riskier than going after the President. ]

Looking f or of race contstants johnny joestar an dgryo zeppeli. Promoter stephen steel shot and severely injured and whhereabouts unknown.please help.

[ If you're looking to get some cooking utensils, you'll be pleased to find Lucy crammed between the mixing bowls and Tupperware. In hindsight, this was a terrible hiding place. ]
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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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[Tohru is broadcasting from the diner. It's all set up very deliberately, as this is an on-purpose post and not an accidental one or anything like that, and Tohru is standing behind the counter, wearing her little pink polaroid camera around.]

Hello everyone! I hope you're all doing well.

[And she gives a very tiny little wave.]

Ah, I had two things I wanted to say. I'll try to be quick though. Um, first...I've been practicing a little more at baking, and I wanted to try decorating cookies, so...I have a lot left over here in the diner, if anyone would like some.

[She reaches out and tilts the camera down so everyone can see two platters of cookies on the counter, in fruit and flower shapes. They actually turned out very well! After everyone's gotten a good look, she tilts the camera back up to where it was and smiles. She pulls a photo album out from under the counter and holds it up so it can be seen. ]

And the other thing I wanted to say was that, well. A lot of new people have come to Wonderland recently, it seems! Ah, hello, by the way - my name is Tohru Honda and it's nice to meet you, if you're watching. But, since people come and go very often, I've been trying to keep a photo album so we'll have something to remember people by when they do leave Wonderland. I only started it a couple of months ago, but I would like to try and take everyone's picture at some point, if that's okay. Um, it's also good for seeing who else has been here in the past, or at least I hope it will be when it's been here long enough. I know it isn't much but...its something I can do to help, so I'd like to keep it going as long as I possibly can!

[By the end of that, she looks very determined! She's not much of a fighter or anything like that. She isn't very strong physically, but she can take pictures and keep a record and make cute cookies! And everyone should be doing everything they can, right?]

So, um. If you'd like to have your picture taken, or if you'd like any cookies, please stop by the diner. It's in the first room on the eighth floor. Thank you very much and have a nice day!

[She gives another little wave, and the camera clicks off.]

[ooc: Hey guys! If you want to be in the Photo Album but would rather handwave it please comment over here and I'll add your character to the post! Tohru is in the diner really often, and she isn't shy about asking people she doesn't know very well, so you do NOT have to have CR with Tohru in order to be in the photo album!]
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[ the girl who presents herself through the device today might be familiar to some. at the beginning, she is much too close, chestnut brown hair coloring the frame but she'll move back after a moment. she is learning, little by little. it has taken her many hours to get this far.

but alayne moves back as if this is all perfectly natural, summons a smile to her lips to mask her nervousness. ]


Good people of Wonderland, I hope this morning finds you well.

I am Alayne Stone, new to your Mansion and I come in request for aid. It has taken me dear time to learn how to work this precious trinket and I cannot guess how many hours would be demanded of me to learn all that there is to know of the Mansion, ever-changing as it is.

I would ask for any guidance that you might offer; any counsel or shard of knowledge of this Mansion. I know naught of Wonderland itself, the realm outside of the Mansion, nor do I know what is expected of me for as long as I am within its borders. I have very little to offer in return in return for such answers aside of gratefulness and heartfelt boons.

You have my regards and my thanks.
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[By the looks of the network, there's something wrong again, something about missing people, but when isn't something going wrong in Wonderland?

Adam has more immediate concerns, ones that, in comparison, are far more innocuous. In opposition to missing someone, if anything Adam is still trying to adjust to an addition to his one-man family. Getting a dog had seemed like a great plan when the event had been in full swing and encouraging him to ignore the oh my god, I can't be responsible for another living thing panic, but now the event's long over and the dog's still around with no humane society in sight. The destruction the dog wreaks around his apartment spurs him to write a text message he figures can't do any harm. It's not the weirdest thing he's ever asked on the network, anyway, and if nothing comes of it, no loss.]


Anyone have any dog training tips? For a larger kind of dog if it won't listen.

[The warm and fuzzy honeymoon feeling has worn off and cold, heard reality has set in in the form of one barking, grunting, chewing, drooling, messy, smelly, furry giant.]

And if it won't stop chewing everything it's not supposed to.

[At the end of the message, he adds:]

Any good names for a guy dog?

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[He's seen a palm pilot before, although not one as advanced as this one. They had only been out for just over a year. Seen, but never used. Really, what would he have used it for? And although he would have preferred a mobile to this, he figures it out.

After exploring his options, he finds a video feed option. It's probably not the smartest idea, really, but he doesn't feel the pain at his scar. It would have been a better thing if he did, honestly. Then it wouldn't matter where he was, so much as finding Voldemort and finishing everything.

He turns the feed on. It's a familiar face around here, probably. He does look just like his dad, after all, except for the eyes and that scar. He also has the look of someone who's been through Hell for the last... day? Or has it been two? He sort of lost track of time; battles do that.]


Look. [A pause. He absently rubs at the scar. It's not hurting, no, just weighing on his mind.] However I got here and why, I need to get back to the school. Whatever it is I was brought here for, I'm perfectly fine with coming back in an hour and... we can take care of whatever it is then. But I really need to get back.

[All right, so that's something of a lie. He sort of plans on being dead in a short period of time.]

If you're... I don't know... just trying to protect me, I do know what I'm doing. Everything... everything'll be fine.
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[James has finally, finally put something together for Harry's birthday. Okay so it's been like more than a week but there were hell hounds and people died and it just wasn't a very good birthday week and that is entirely not James' fault. But he does feel bad he's late.

When he's relatively sure Harry is in his room, he ties a bundle of fifteen envelopes together securely, and ties them to the doorknob so they hang there nicely. Then, he gives a quick knock on the door and apparates away with a crack.

Once Harry opens them, he'll find fifteen cards, each with a note inside written as if James had been around for all these birthdays - except for the last one.
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Here is a sampling. )

08 [Video]

Aug. 3rd, 2013 08:34 am
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[Harry meant to sleep in a bit this morning, but weird noises kept waking him up. And they weren't just any weird noises: those were definitely howls that he was hearing. So he got up and did the first thing that made sense to him: ask if anyone else was hearing what he was hearing.

So, bleary eyes and all, Harry turned on the device to see if he was going mad, or hearing things, or imagining things.]


Um, hello. I just wanted to ask if anyone else was hearing howling coming from somewhere outside.

[He rubbed the back of his neck a little apprehensively. Howls could mean a lot of things, especially in the wizarding world, but also in general. He hoped that the howls were coming from just regular wolves, and not werewolves or anything like that.]

I mean, yeah, I could be imagining it, and I almost hope I am. Just thought I'd ask and see if anyone else is hearing it or not, because then I'll know.

[Know if he's crazy or if it's more of a collective thing.]
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[It's been a while since Dean's bright and shining face has graced the screens of the communicators. Graced being a... strong and slightly ironic word. He looks distinctly less morose than he did the last time, but he's still got an expression on his face that clues the observant in rather quickly that it's going to be serious business this time.]

First off, I wanna to apologize on behalf of all of the idiots from back home. Not sure which of them it was, might've been me, but that last event was all on us.

[Actually, it's all on Dean, but he's not one hundred precent on that. Considering Gabriel's here, and he's... tricky? Not exactly the word he's looking for, but anyway, moving on, he can't be sure it wasn't him, Cas, or Sam. He'd like to keep the latter two from being thrown directly under the bus, though.]

Second off, I'm thinking it's time we had a little pow-wow.

[He shoots the camera a significant look. It's not hard to guess what he's hinting at.]

Time to step it up a little, be a little more proactive, see if we can't start heading these things off at the pass.

[He shrugs a shoulder. Might not be possible, but hell, it's worth a shot, right?]

Either way, we're taking this somewhere a little more private. If you're interested in a hike, be out front in a couple of hours. Someone'll escort you to the party. Bring a pen.

[And that's all awesomely vague except for the places where it ain't. The feed ends rather abruptly. A few hours later, Daryl Dixon will be making a few trips back and forth leading groups of people to secret place out in the middle of the woods. It's there that the real fun begins.]


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[ The fuzzy face of everyone's favorite illusive vampire is now broadcasting because it's getting hard for him to focus on anything these days. He doesn't wanna bring this to Dean's attention either because he's got enough on his hands. He can't babysit Benny and his problems all the time. Benny is capable of handling this--or he thought he was. The hunger is getting bad though. He's not at his breaking point yet, but he has to do something about this. If he reaches the breaking point he's afraid of what he'll do to these folks. He doesn't wanna be a moving target either. This place has some angels in it and he'd rather not ruffle their feathers. Being smote just ain't his idea of a good time.

He shuts his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath that he doesn't actually need. Sometimes it helps him get his nerves under control when he gets like this. Sometimes it just makes him feel a little more human which he just ain't. ]
I got somethin' I wanna say to you fine folks. [ He swallows hard and looks around his room once more. He's putting himself in a considerable amount of danger if this place has hunters or humans with itchy trigger fingers, but he's hoping things won't go south. ] Whoever's listenin'--Hell I don't even know. I need somethin' from you people. If any of you are at all sympathetic to vampire's I could use a hand. I ain't gonna hurt ya, but I could sure use some food of the blood variety. Think of it as uh--a donation to my survival. I'd be awful appreciative if you could help. [ He hasn't drunk live in so long and he's not sure he wants to start again. He's hoping that nice doctor from before is still willing to help store some for him. He was willing to overlook the whole "drink me" incident. ] Please.
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[The feed clicks on and shows a stretch of bright blue sky. There's a snatch of someone mumbling to themselves, clearly unaware of the video being recorded.. The voice quite obviously belongs to a young girl.]

- is this thing? Too smooth for a pebble, but not metal either... Weird.

[There's a sniffle, then an impatient huff. The journal is being moved around. Small, stubby fingers move over the camera, knuckles recently scraped raw. There's a flash of an arm, the ground, then bare and dirty feet. The toes flex, burrow in the grass outside the mansion a little. Finally the camera catches a face, more by accident than anything else. It's only half visible, and turned at an angle.

The girl is young, no older than 11 or 12 maybe. Looks East Asian, with strange green and yellow clothes, black hair falling into her face, unruly. The child's face is round and sweet, but the small mouth pressed into a concentrated frown. She's got sand in her hair, on her clothes, hint of sunburn on her cheeks and nose. Her wide eyes are not only red-rimmed as if she was fighting tears just a moment ago, but more noticably very milky, almost entirely white - she's blind.

Her head tilts away from the journal - she really is entirely unaware that she's managed to record herself on video, unfamiliar with the technology and unable to see the visual feedback on the device. Toph, as the girl's name is, lowers the strange object in her hands, makes the camera point at the mansion's walls. All residents watching this will get a lovely, if shaky view of her walking into the building - by punching a 12-year-old-girl-sized hole into the wall. Doors are for sissies. Toph could sneak around and try to find out where she is.

But then again, she could also stomp into the middle of the entrance hall and call out.]


HEY. You dunderheads in here gonna tell me what's up or do I have to knock someone around first?

[Yeah, no, seriously, screw subtlety or letting anyone know she's kinda worried the library collapsed on her head and this is the spirit world's idea of a practical joke. She isn't scared or anything stupid like that, okay, shut up.]
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[ this is one severus snape finally turning on his journal. he's been here for a few days and gathered a few things about this place, namely that avoiding everyone for a few days was a very good idea. no one saw his shadow, thank merlin. now that he's taken a little time to get acquainted with this... place, he's a little more willing to address the insane ones here.

slightly.

his voice is as deadpan as normal when he speaks, his eyes not betraying his thoughts in any way. in fact, his eyes may appear a little dead, devoid of emotion almost entirely. ]


As it would seem I am hardly the first arrival here, and not likely the last, I will avoid asking needlessly stupid questions. [ yes, he's looking at some of you fellow newbies. ] Instead, I'm curious about the enchantments binding this manor. [ because there has to be something and he's fairly certain it would have made dear filius flitwick fall off his stack of books again if he saw it. ] Rather than asking where we all are, I would have thought the intelligent question would be "How did we get here?" I wasn't aware that the place I was in last could be infiltrated in such a way as this. Congratulations. [ whoever you are.

he might sound slightly impressed. slightly. maybe. if you squint. ]

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