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Apr. 17th, 2017 07:00 pm
pottershotter: (Setting fire to our insides for fun)
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I've been thinking lately, about that recent bunch of people who've left. I know, I know - they wouldn't want us mourning quite this long, but it made me remember something I've been meaning to ask everyone.

[It's not a terribly exciting scene. James is sitting cross-legged on his bed, holding the camera in one hand and gesturing with the other as he talks. The result is a but shaky, but it gets the point across.]

One of the worst things about this place, and about when people go...is that it takes their memories of Wonderland. That could be bad for them, of course, but I don't think we talk enough about how horrible it is for us - the people who got left behind. We're left with all the memories of people who--

[He'd been doing well, but he hesitates there. This subject is a bit of a sore one, and he falters.]

...If they're from another world, they won't remember us. And if we do meet again, we've got all these memories they'll never get back. It's one thing to tell someone how close you were and another entirely for them to actually remember it. I've learned that the hard way often enough.

[But he's told off enough Dean Winchesters for that, hasn't he?]

So, I thought this might be good. Come here and share stories about people who've left Wonderland. Tell me your favorite things from here that no one else remembers now. Maybe someone'll even bring up someone you remember, and you can reminisce together! I think it'd be nice to get those stories out there, and have someone else remember your friends from other worlds.

Well then! Enough of me babbling - anyone got any old other worldly friends they want to brag about?

[ooc: Threadjacking is entirely welcome and highly encouraged!]
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[Winter was now over and spring had just started. Minato kind of missed the snow, but at least the weather was cool and comfortable instead of being too cold. For a change of pace as he wandered outside, now that the space event was over, he decided to head to the Checkerboard Hills. He hadn't been there often. It was time to check it out again.

That is, if checking it out meant doing a once-over on the checkered patterns from dark to light, then ending up laying in one of the darker square patches, his comm device off to the side as he looked up at the sky.

It's spring here and spring at home. School would be starting again, if he were there and time progressed.

Were these questions even fair? Did he have too much time on his hands, playing around with or thinking about 'what if' in a place that may make him forget his existence here at all?]


..... Would you rather be dead at home or alive here?
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[ Sam’s face appears over the network, looking, frankly, a bit dead-eyed and overtired. ]

I wasn’t sure of this when we were in space, but… seems like we’ve lost some people. Jo Harvelle, John Winchester -

[ He stiffens, jaw setting tight, as if he’s frozen despite himself. ]

[Up until now Dean’s been quiet in the background, his jaw set the same way. He’s not a big fan of video feeds, especially when it comes to personal shit like this but he also knows it’s necessary. Jo had a life here, a better one, and so did Dad.]

I know they have a reputation, so… [The whole thing feels cheap to Dean, the send-off not what he’d ever want for them or himself. Especially knowing what they’re facing at home for Jo and Dad already being long gone. How well could any of these mooks know them. It’s different when you have to survive together, and rely on each other when it comes to life or death situations.

Dean wants to be selfish, even though he’s not a fan of the city or the royalty he’s not stupid- he knows this was a second shot he never would have gotten anyplace else. That’s a hard pill to swallow.
] maybe don’t expect a triumphant return. [Smooth.]


[ Sam sighs shortly, focusing the video back on himself rather than his brother, having recovered from the lapse. ]

They deserved better. Always have. [ As usual, Sam is feeling guilty about something thoroughly beyond his control, and it shows in the painful grimace he wears. ] … I just hope they were - damn happy here. And that they’re -

[ “Happy where they are now, too.” It doesn’t sound right, though, so he just shakes his head hopelessly and ends the feed. ]
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[ It's late and, rather than lay awake in bed, Caitlin's curled up in a tearoom and messing with her device. The questions she pose aren't pressing, not really, just idle curiosity finally given words. ]

I think it's amazing how someone can develop feelings for someone else here, especially if you both come from different worlds. Wouldn't you be worried that Wonderland would suddenly decide to send you home the moment you found actually happiness? Or plagued by the fear that the person you've fallen for isn't who they actually are? Just who they present themselves to be here.

[ She knows something of that, herself. The danger of falling in love with the idea instead of the actual person. ]

If you found yourself in that situation, would you hold back, keep your feelings to yourself? Or would you jump without thinking twice?
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[There's a familiar pair of rainboots and thick, colorfully pattered leggings, stripey legwarmers. Lots of squishy, muddy grass, still covered in patches of slushy snow. Coraline Jones is out strolling in the bleary weather, and sighs, grumbling.]

 Every year, I wish spring would just go ahead and really spring already. [She kicks in frustration at a pile of dirty slush, sending up a wet spray toward the garden flowerbeds.]

I guess it happens just like in the book, right? The card soldiers come and paint the roses red? But then what about all the other flowers?

They come up too, sooner or later... but it's kind of funny, I've never seen anybody planting them. [She wonders aloud thoughtfully, perhaps just longing for someone-anyone to talk to. Dustin's gone away, and she's restless as heck!] My dad writes for gardening catalogs and stuff, so I know how it's supposed to go. You'd put the bulbs down in the fall, and after the last snow melts, they all start to pop up. Crocuses, then daffodils, then tulips...

[She tilts the camera up wistfully, panning over the early-spring grounds. It looks like a really excellent season for mud pies, out here.]


My parents promised we'd plant something soon, at the new house, but I could be waiting around here for that to happen forever.

So what do you think? I want to start a part of the gardens that's just for me. With snapdragons and lupines and lots of pretty, colorful stuff. It's probably already too late to get started, but without a good project to start on, I think I might go a little nuts waiting for the weather to turn nice.

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I'll be honest, I don't like the phones and I don't see much point in going viral- it's not my bag.

[There's a rap of something hitting a wood surface in his room, something metallic and heavy, but it's not like he'll ever vocalize what it is. No reason to worry the civs, besides his expertise isn't the best when it comes to the ins and outs of this fucked up dimension.]

But monsters? That's a different story. I've seen a few feeds saying there's some out there that aren't harmful. Whatever. What I need is the statistics. If you've got any intel, I'm more than willing to rap with you.

As far as the pacifists go, keep me informed, and for the kind that hunt or kill, you've got my number.

I'm still waterlogged, I dunno about the rest of you.

[Private to Sam]
What's your 1020?

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Jan. 23rd, 2017 07:26 pm
mr_englishguy: (Forgotten)
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[There was no one on the screen. Certainly it was a live feed, but no one showed their face or seemed to be using the device.]

I've used a telephone. I know how a telephone works. Where is the dial? How am I supposed to make a call if I can’t reach the operator?

[The voice was accented, British, and frustrated. And it would seem, speaking to them self. A moment later his face came into view… upside down.]

Is this it? I've known of some that talked about magic mirrors, and they look a bit like this. Is that what this is?

[That seemed to reassure him, considering it to be the sort of mirrors some wizards used. Much less confusing than thinking it a muggle phone. Even if he was still upside down.]

Well then. If I've been told right, this is letting me communicate with others here. Hello. Thank you for having me. I must say, I prefer an actual invitation, but I know that doesn't work for everyone.

I was recently in Equatorial Guinea, and then New York City. The States have definitely been interesting. Honestly, because of that, I could certainly do with returning. I have charges in my care that I need to get back to as soon as possible.

[He paused, considering his creatures in Tina and Queenie's care. He was hoping Jacob would help them.]

Might anyone know what I need to do for a ship back to New York?
pottershotter: (I'll go crazy)
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[It doesn't take long for James to find his network device again, and to sprint up to his (his and Lily's) room for a change of clothes that are a bit less date night and a tad less covered in snow.

He's fiddling with his wedding ring when the video begins, making sure it's securely on his hand. It's a bit hard – his hands are shaking. He tries to sound like himself on camera though, and tries not to seem so rattled.
]

I...I-I'm. I'm back. How long was I gone? Should've been about a week, right?

[What if it wasn't, though? What if he was like Coraline and came back years and years later? He pushes a hand through his hair and messes it up in a fit of nerves before continuing.]

Lily? Sirius? I'm back, and I remember. I'm-- you know where I am. Just, err. Thought I'd let all of Wonderland know.

[He forces a smile as best as he can, and gives a wave to the camera before shutting it off.]

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Nov. 23rd, 2016 11:29 am
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Gotta ask - whatcha gonna say is the weirdest thing you've ever seen? Discountin' all the freaky shit that happens here, anyways.

[He clears his throat. Dan's seen some weird stuff and coming here wasn't needed to classify it as weird. Even in the wastes, the kinds of trouble he gets himself into isn't anywhere close to normal.]

Fer me, it's gotta be my own brain floatin' in a jar. But, y'no. Ain't a competition. Jus' curiosity.
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[Apologies, Wonderland. It's late, like middle of the night late. Because over the comm devices there is a loud SPLASH sound.

Then the waves resumed as normal, save for someone swimming to shore. Minato made it to the sandy beach since he found that he wasn't deposited too far away from it. The thought that he could actually swim of all things, let alone just breathe, see, hear, think at all didn't pass through his mind. The first thing he did was check his mp3 player and headphones. Still working. Perfect. Evoker? Still there. Also good. Priorities.

From the corner of his eye, he saw something glowing or blinking on the end of the dock. The comm device showed the image of the clear, night sky above until a few water drops graced the screen. Minato wiped those off gently after picking it up.

It was dark out, but if there was some minor activity over the network, then it shouldn't hurt to send out yet another message to it either.]


...

.......... What time is it?

[Or feel free to message him in the morning when it's actually a decent hour!]
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There are some things here that are limited.
We can only die a certain number of times before it changes.
Do you think there are any limits to anything else here?
How many people can come from your world.
How many times you can leave this place.
Or is it just that one?
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Hello everybody! Is this thing showing up for everyone now? Hi!  [There's a small, insufferably smiling child with blue-haired bob, waving hopefully at the camera.] (Hello again... maybe?)

I finally got my journaly-thing updated! [Thumbs up of triumph! She didn't even need to ask an adult for help with it! ]

A lot of you probably don't know me yet, 'cause I didn't really recognize... well, almost anyone at the parties, really, [Her voice softens into unease, glancing sideways as she fidgets]  but it could be I just got lots and lots of memories munched, like Alice, so... if you could help me figure out who all of you are, now that everything's less busy, that would be very nice of you?

Oh, I guess I should explain, right... I'm not-new here at all! I'm. [A big, dramatic pause...] A girl from the past?

Maybe I'm new for you, but...  [Here's another uncertain wince]  It's like I had a dream about going back home, but then a couple of.... years happened, overnight? [She shrugs, and tries not to look too embarassed. Or anxious. Maybe nobody will think she's a liar? Or say "That's nice, Caroline dear."]  

Nothing like that's never happened to me before. I mean, plenty of weirder things have happened here, sure, all the time, but usually after a little while it goes back to normal...-ish? 

Could anybody please tell me what's been going on lately? Before the parties, I mean. I've been awake for those, but I'm not sure what happened before then. Last I remember, it was just past Christmastime. And now it looks like fall outside. 

Sooo.... Who would like to help solve the mystery of the amazing time-travelling girl, Coraline Jones?

01 Video

Aug. 16th, 2016 10:26 am
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[It's taken Albus all week to figure out how to use the muggle device. He thinks he has a pretty good handle on it now as he turns the video on and clears his throat. It's also clear that he's rehearsed what he is going to say. He's not leaving anything up to chance.]

Hi. My name is Albus and I've been in Wonderland for almost a week. It's still rather confusing here, but from what I've gathered it's normal to feel that way.

[He clears his throat and holds up a small piece of paper with writing on it.]

My first day here I met a girl in the library. She gave me a list of names of people who know about magic. She didn't give me their last names so I was hoping that perhaps someone would recognize their name. I have some questions about how magic works here.

[The list includes the following names: Henry; Sans; Lily; Nageki

He puts the list down and glances down. Yes, Albus has written notes for this post.]


One of the names is rather familiar. My sister's name is Lily, Lily Potter. If it's her then it's important that we get in touch.

Lastly, I'd like to apologize to the girl I met in the Library. I didn't get your name but then again I was being a right ass so I understand why you didn't introduce yourself. You did help me. I shouldn't have said what I said.

[Albus doesn't give any more details than that. He's hoping that the girl is watching. Otherwise, he's certain to run into her.]

Thank you for your help.

[He's come to the end of his notes. It's not the best sign off but it will have to do. He's hoping to get some answers.]

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Jun. 14th, 2016 09:26 am
thecourier: (035)
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So these.. huh. The others. Mirrors.

[He rolls the word out as if it's not the right one to use, slow and a fraction uncertain, but he's pretty damn sure he's heard other people call them that and he's never been shy about making an ass of himself in any case.

A brief pause follows.
]

They always gonna be a cut-an'-dry opposite, or is there somethin' more to that?

[Is this a taboo subject overall? He isn't sure. Dan has been here over half a year now and still hasn't seen people ever really talk about what's on the other side of the mirrors - at least not in public.

He might draw some unwelcome attention, he reasons, but it wouldn't be the first time.
]

I ain't had the pleasure of seein' mine yet. Far as I'm concerned, it can stay that way.
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Awesome.

[When the camera pans around at first all you see is jeans and boots before he's got it up and focused on his face. Dean flashes the receiver an unimpressed look, whatever this was he didn't want to be in on the joke.]

As far as abduction sequences go, the digs are nice. I'll give you that. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but I so don't do Stockholm.

[Zachariah might want him to sign up and put his body on layaway for the apocalypse but he didn't have any plans to go belly up. As far as he was concerned, there was still a shot, and he'd only consent to Michael if he didn't have any other choice. He was a lot of things, but letting someone else do his dirty work wasn't his style.]

Whatever sick twisted things you had planned, I don't go that way. ...No matter what you've heard.

[Dean takes a minute to scratch the side of his cheek, and then sets his jaw and squares his shoulders. The usual off-the-cuff sarcasm is still as confident as ever, but he's over the showmanship. Broadcasting wasn't his bag.]

And anybody else that wants to feed me another line of crap about mirrors and royalty, don't waste your time. The creep I'm looking for has Fifty Shades of Douche written all over him.

Entry #5

Jun. 8th, 2016 04:53 pm
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[Alex doesn't film himself very often. Whenever he does, he gets a spray of static fuzzing over the screen and making things damn difficult to determine. But in this case, that works in his favor. He's far enough away from the camera for it not to make such a huge difference, anyway, the device positioned on the far corner of his desk as he scribbles something down on a sheet of paper, its contents obscured to the viewer.

Those with sharp eyes might spot the corners of several papers tacked to his walls featuring scribbled messages that may seem eerily familiar for anyone who's come into extended contact with Mr. Kralie here, but the content of his message is what's meant to be the vital thing here.

He doesn't look up as he speaks, gaunt and shadowed eyes riveted on whatever it is he's writing.]


So I had a little chat with the Queen. Y'know, the chick that allegedly runs this place, rules the mirrors, yadda yadda yadda.

[Static spritzes momentarily over the feed, multicolored bars bisecting his features before the video jumps back to normal. Alex seems to have anticipated this, and resumes speaking when the digital fit is done.]

I won't bore you with the details. But, uh, she said something pretty interesting.

[He's got footage of the event itself, because why wouldn't someone as rampantly paranoid as he not be filming it, but there's no way to display it without revealing his own offer to the Queen, in which he proposed that he serve as a pair of her eyes on the Real side. As it is, he'll simply have to say it directly and hope people believe him, because it's real freaking shady, what she just implied.]

She said she's got eyes on our side. People watching things out for her. Had some real, or maybe I should say Real, "capable help" at her disposal.

[For the first time, he eyes the camera coldly, suspiciously. As if his paranoia needed to be ratcheted up further.]

Now why would she say a thing like that?
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--s like Facebook? Vine or something? Am I broadcasting live? Ah, yes, here we are.

[The feed cuts from audio to video, showing a young man holding his phone at arm's length so it can record him. He hopes he's doing this correctly as he'd hate to make a fool of himself. Being separated from his landmass and people is extremely disconcerting if not outright uncomfortable. He's met other people here, but he'd like to put a few words out there just to cover his figurative bases.]

Hello! [He smiles. His accent is very... Londoner. His eyes, if anyone cares to look into them, aren't very young at all. It's not that he doesn't seem trustworthy... just that some things don't seem to line up. And anyone who is of British citizenship may think there is something off about this young man. They may even know who he is--or not.]

I've only just arrived and I'd hoped someone would be kind enough to provide information about where we are and why? I've already heard about the closets, and that this is a twisted sort of "Wonderland." Hah! The thought is laughable.

The assistance is very much appreciated. Thank you, and good day.

[If anyone wants to approach him, for a while he'll be in the halls with a book on European architecture in his hands.]

Video

May. 24th, 2016 06:00 pm
pottershotter: (I'm not fooling)
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[James pops up o the screen, in what is clearly a pre-planned and perhaps even rehearsed message. By now he's been in Wonderland so long that the network devices are no longer a mystery to him, and he's nicely centered in front of a blackboard and grinning.]

Hullo! I'm James Potter - yes, that one, and if it sounds vaguely familiar it's likely because my future son is going to be a rather famous wizard.

[He waves a hand though, like it isn't a big deal. No one can fourth-wall James Potter harder than he's already fourth-walled himself.]

Now that that's out of the way, I've been thinking a lot about Wonderland lately, and how long it keeps people here. When I first arrived, it was fairly common for people to vanish after a year or less, but lately I've noticed more and more of us have been staying longer and longer. I'm not certain why either, but it does present one awkward problem - counting ages. [James vaguely gestures at himself.] I'll wager a guess that no one would believe I'm in my twenties, right? And it's hard to feel I'm twenty-two when I'll never look the part as long as I'm here.

[He's right. Frankly, he looks like he's barely out of school, and even that's being somewhat generous.And there's the pesky fact that he's only scheduled to live until twenty-one at home, but that's not the point.]

So, I've been thinking about how to reconcile the two ages in a way that won't take ages to explain in casual conversation, and I think I've got it.

[He steps aside and reveals a formula on the board - A (+W).]

The 'A' stands for age - the age you were when you arrived - and the 'W' is the amount of years you've spent in Wonderland. For myself that would be...[Underneath his formula he writes 17 (+5)]. So, I'd write it this way, and in conversation I'd say "seventeen and five" - you know, like that song about the blackbirds and the pies? I forget how it goes, but it'd be like that.

Does that roll off the tongue as well as I think it does? I'll keep trying to make it happen either way, and maybe it'll start to catch on. I could start a trend here! But I'd also welcome theories on why Wonderland seems to be keeping us longer and longer, because frankly that should be alarming everyone at least a bit.

[On that cheery note, he waves the camera goodbye and shuts it off.]
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Greetings denizens of Wonderland!

[Bubblegum looks excited today. She has a lab coat on over her pink dress, her hair piled into a bun and out of the way.]

I have made some rather alarming discoveries, and I thought I would share them with you.

[She fiddles with a remote and the picture is replaced with an image, her face shrinking to a smaller box in the corner.]

For those of you from less scientifically advanced worlds, this is a PET scan. It shows activity in the brain. As you can see, I've marked off several areas of note. This subject made an excellent example, as they have experienced unrelated amnesia as well as Wonderland memory loss. You see in "Area A," there's a darker smudge? That is what I'd expect memory loss to look like. This subject's memories have been manipulated rather extensively, so it isn't surprising that the data would be a little... fuzzy.

But the areas marked "B" and "C".... when I first noticed those I thought there might be something wrong with my equipment, but after discussion with the subject and testing my equipment further, I am forced to conclude that my reading is correct.

My subject has lost two memories from the so-called "Wonderland Events" and traded one away to the vendors. She has three dots where there is simply... no data, two smaller, one larger. This should not be possible. It certainly is alarming. Nothing should be able to remove data so thoroughly. Nothing. But if my hypothesis is correct, Wonderland is doing just that.

[She touches her control again, sending the brain scan away, her own image now taking up the entire screen. She smiles sunnily.]

Anyway, I'm happy to share my full report with anyone interested. I'd also welcome anyone willing to volunteer as a subject. The more data we have, the more substantial a theory I can build.

Thank you for your time. I will take any and all questions you may have now.
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Wonderland.

[ A nod in greeting, no more or less warm than usual (as usual happens to be uncommon in this case). His last public address had been in a prior year — an enthusiastic explanation of baseball — and in the time since, nothing has changed, not actually changed. ]

Name's John. Ah, Blake to most of you, but Robin John Blake if we're bein' proper. I've been here for— [ A puff of air, a shake of his head. He's still twenty-nine, hasn't aged a day since his arrival, but there's no staving off the way turmoil has done what time cannot. ] Well, I can't accurately say, but it's been years. Lifetimes in some cases — always enjoyed those kinda events — but on actual days I can count as bein' here, it's over three years.

I don't— [ A pause. He was once personable — trained to be — but so much of that has worn down to this personality of half-measure, a ghost of what once was. ] Tryin' to explain, so bear with me, but I don't think... I don't think I'm goin' home. [ He breathes in, lets it out slowly. ] And that's what I want, so I'm okay with it.

Some part of me is always gonna be here. Mean that in the most technical sense, 'cause this place has taken from me — memories and who knows what else. Figure even if I go home-go home it's gonna be true, that I'm still gonna be here.

So... that's my big announcement. I'm here to stay. By any means necessary, I think. [ His smile is rueful. ] Groundbreakin', I know; a blip of Wonderland's vast radar screen. But it also gives me an opportunity to say I'm retirin' too. From my life of crime fightin'. Won't make much of a diff'rence here 'cause that's not really what I do, but it'll make a diff'rence in me, I think.

[ Blake shrugs, rubs at the small amount of stubble that's shadowing his chin. ]

Anyway, if anyone wants to celebrate or whatever, I'll be 'round the bar in a bit.



[[ OOC: Action prompt can be used anywhere, not just at the bar. Let me know if you need a starter by PMing this journal or hitting me up on plurk @blakeroo. ]]
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[When the video starts, Sirius is already out of breath. Sweat trails down his brow and he pants into the camera for a long moment before he manages to speak.]

I--

[He swallows. Tries again.]

So this escort business. Lovely gig. Really been enjoying it. But I think I ought to be honest with you all back at the diner. And anyone who might've been waiting for some help. Because--

[Sirius' features tighten and the camera jostles awkwardly. He clears throat before beginning again.]

I think it's time this job and I go our separate ways. I'd call this my two week notice, but I'm afraid the event will likely be over long before that and...

[This time, the pain is just in his eyes.]

And I can't wait that long.

[He forces a smile, but there's no hiding the tears.]

Just. Thought you all should know.

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Apr. 16th, 2016 11:05 am
eatsyourscience: (anything less than the best is a felony)
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If anyone needs a safe place to stay until this is all over, the diner is available. There's plenty of food, water, and we should be able to gather up any other supplies we need.

[Souji's tone is preoccupied, because he's already thinking ahead to all of the things he needs to accomplish in a short period of time. But he thinks to add one more thing before cutting off his feed.]

I have some healing magic if anyone gets hurt. I can't cure...whatever this is, but I can help with physical injuries. If anyone needs help, let me know.

[OOC: A mingle log will go up shortly in the log comm. Feel free to reply here or head over there and hang out. :>]
deathlessness: (do you really understand?)
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[voice ~ ota ~ a few hours after ellie's annoucement]
[There, again, is no video and this is more of a public service announcement, but Freya speaks quickly and clearly all the same.]

In order to keep the infected out, I'm going to be putting a barrier spell in place on the bar on the fifth floor. I'd like to try and protect as many people as I can, but once the barrier is in place, nothing will be able to physically pass through it, even something as small as spores.

[If she had more time, and maybe access to the blood of one of the infected, as dangerous as that is, she might try to tailor the spell to something more specific, but for now she's just going to work generally, because who knows how Wonderland may have affected her magic.]

The spell takes about an hour to put in place which means that if you wish to make use of this protection, you have an hour to arrive with any supplies you may have. I'm sure we will be able to retrieve some from the closets, but a little extra wouldn't hurt, just in case. If you are a magic user I would especially like your help, as the more of us work together, in theory the stronger the spell will be.

[Basically, she needs you to be magical batteries, but she's not going to say that out loud.]

After the spell has gone up, I won't be able to leave, but I will be able to astral project and conjure fire. If you are in trouble, please reach out via the devices with your location and I will try to help you if I can. I can only do it so many times per day, so I will not be able to help everyone without sapping my strength, but I can try.

[She wouldn't have done well with sitting in the bar doing nothing, regardless, but she knows she can only help so many and maintain the barrier spell at the same time. She is an overachiever and she's had a thousand years learning how to perfect doing that safely.]

My name is Freya. Please stay safe.

[And with that, the feed will cut out, but you all are welcome to join her at the bar.]


[ooc: Feel free to use this post as a mingle for the bar for the five days of the event, as well as for responding to Freya via the device, just mark your subject lines accordingly! I will be setting up a thread for the spell itself in a bit which people are free to wander in and out of as they see fit. Everyone who responds will get a Freya. If you want to get more specific plotting before we launch into something, feel free to PM this journal or hit me up on AIM/plurk = iluvroadrunner6.]
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[ Maybe one day, Sam will come onto the network and announce that someone has arrived in Wonderland, or will have something to say that's generally not depressing. Today is not that day. ]

Messages are bouncing back from Bobby Singer's phone. Checked his room and the stuff's gone. Guess that means he went with it.

Bobby was a good guy. Better than most.
Tell people that kind of stuff while you can.
May be cheesy but you could end up regretting it later if you don't.
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( the video opens with a pair of bright blue eyes, far more fur than any one creature could need, and a practically thunderous purr. it's not surprising, seeing as Hook has tried about 5 times to set the thing up to record and the damn cat keeps knocking it over. his company is painfully exposed as he scoops up the purring beast and puts it on the floor.

no he's not going to mention or talk about the cat. that's not important, all right? thanks to that bloke with cat fantasies practically all of Wonderland has a cat. that's not what he's trying to talk about.

the pirate looks tired, but anyone that knows him knows that's a 24-7 thing for him. he's been tired since he arrived, months ago. that doesn't seem to be stalling anytime soon. not sleeping doesn't help, but his busywork does, at least a little. busywork for a pirate means making maps, which means... )


Is there a proper map of this place? I haven't spotted one yet. If there's not, I've been considering starting on a draft. It won't do us any good once the place is tits up on these events, but it's not a horrible thing to have on hand.

( he rubs at his forehead, as Dave jumps back up onto his desk and paws at the many pens scattered there. )

I'd ask for a star chart while I was at it, but speaking of things going tits up, the stars here are absolutely mad. I don't remember them being like this when I arrived, does anyone know what happened to them?

( the stars running wild bothers him more than he cares to admit. stars shouldn't move nightly... it's utterly ridiculous. Dave seems to have decided that the first eight times he was put on the floor for messing with the camera were just a cute joke, and tries to nuzzle it with more of those dementedly loud purrs. the pirate sighs and plucks it back off the table to the floor. )

If anyone has experience with cartography, I suppose I'd take the help. Making a map from scratch is difficult.

video;

Apr. 5th, 2016 11:11 pm
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Alright, how many of us got roped into taking care of a cat?

[Us, because there's a sweet little kitten climbing up her arm. Black fur, bright eyes, and an obvious talent for clinging to her new owner. The cat seemed familiar in a way Emma couldn't walk away from. Maybe it was because she needed a home, maybe it was because she's clearly a troublemaker covered in fluff.

Only time will tell whether or not it was a good idea. She's still wondering how Henry's dog will respond to her, and whether or not this is going to be the disaster Emma thinks it could be.

The sad eyes got to her; the truth is, they work every time.]


And what did you name it?
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[Usually, Jo doesn't go out of her way to announce disappearances. Either someone beats her to it, or she'd rather deal with her feelings in private, but this one-- this one she can't let slip by unmarked.]

Ellen Harvelle is gone.
I just wanted to thank everyone who made her feel at home while she was here.
She's a tough lady, but I know my mom appreciated it in her own way.
I'll be taking over her shifts at the bar.
Just thought people should know, in case they were looking for her.


[It's simple and largely impersonal, but she doesn't know any other way to announce it without breaking down. Voice and video were out of the question, because she knows she wouldn't have been able to get through it without falling apart, but even so, she decides against hiding herself away for the rest of the day.

Instead, she tries to focus her attention outwards, the way she always does when stressed or upset. During the afternoon, she can be found in the gym, aggressively working out her issues with one of the hanging bags or running herself to exhaustion on one of the treadmills-- or, when physical activity stops being distracting enough, she'll bury herself in cleaning despite the fact that the gym really doesn't need much looking after at the moment. At least once, she'll slow to a stop on the treadmill and lean against the handles, hiding her face against folded arms as she tries to collect herself.

From evening onward, she'll be busying herself in the bar, reluctant to head back to her room just yet. She'll find ways to keep herself busy there, as well, and while she'll be doing what she can to keep herself focused and together, she's more reticent than usual, despite having an admittedly forced smile for everyone who happens to come through the door.]

video.

Feb. 18th, 2016 09:09 am
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[ The young woman who addresses Wonderland today looks considerably less dirty than she had when she'd arrived. A bath and clean clothes are two things she has been without recently, and although she still distrusts the mansion's generosity, she finds decent hygiene a siren song that's hard to resist.

She's embarrassingly professional as she speaks.
]

I've been here a little while, but I don't think I've introduced myself officially. My name is Clarke. I'm not a doctor, but I do know a lot about healing. [ The non-magical kind, although it doesn't seem necessary to clarify. (It probably is, what with all the strange people from strange worlds here.) ] So if you need medical assistance, you can always let me know and I'll come as soon as I can.

I don't think I've met most of you, either; there's a lot of questions I don't have answers to. What is it like, where you're from? What year is it? What do you know about space?

[ After her whirlwind of questions, she takes a much needed breath. ]

Oh, and... tell me as much as you know about magic. [ It takes all she has not to say "magic" with air quotes and rolled eyes. ] From everything I know, it shouldn't be scientifically possible.

Thanks in advance.

( EDIT: you guys are super awesome and i love you all, but i'm gonna have to ask for no new repliers at this point for the sake of my inbox! if you want to do something regarding this post, such as meeting up later to discuss it, pm me or pp me at [plurk.com profile] regnant and we'll work something out ♥ )
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I'll be honest, I don't know how all of you are living here.
Not existing, I don't need an explanation for that. I just...


[She's trapped by a future that hasn't happened yet. Hook doesn't have to tell her she's gone dark for her to know he was thrown by the fact that she wasn't. If there's going to be a fight, she's going to lose. In his future, she's the Dark One.

And to have it not happen just because she's here, when she doesn't know why, or for how long, or what this place wants out of her is maddening.]


I feel like I'm waiting for someone to flip the switch and send me back to my life. And I don't know whether to want that because it's mine or to want this because it could always be worse.

[She could be the person Hook thought she was. And eventually, she will be.]

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