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[personal profile] jivitadana
[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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[Something is playing a very crisp version of the opening of Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. Strangely enough, someone is also quietly humming Queen's Who Wants to Live Forever in a strange counterpoint to the gentle strings.

This goes on for a couple of minutes, before it seems to turn off on its own.
]
singloversing: Into the Ocean - Blue October (Relaxed and floated into space)
[personal profile] singloversing
--No, no, no! Ugh, seriously?

[At first everything is dark, but then there are little shifts that produce light until finally something is lifted off of the camera and Wirt is there, looking down at the camera with some mild concern. There's a Norton Anthology of English literature in his hands (volume two, first edition).]

I hope I didn't break it...what even happens when you break these things anyway?

[He doesn't seem to realize that the camera has been turned on, and isn't paying attention to the little red recording light. Instead, he sets his book aside in a tall stack - a stack that fell right on the network device earlier. Satisfied that it won't fall again, Wirt turns his attention back to his notebook. He reads his work quietly, but just loud enough to be picked up by his network device.]

Hm...alright, so.

Wonderland's eternal winter,
thawed for mere moments,
into a lush greenery and warmth
that spreads through each limb and vein
tingling in fingers and toes.

And in that reprieve of winter
I forget myself.
I mix and swirl with what both is
and is not me,
dwell on what I am
and what I never was.

I am a raging river
waiting for the world to freeze again--


[He stops and frowns.] Wait. That's dumb. Water still moves under ice...

[For a moment, he tries to think of a way to save it, but in the end he scribbles out the last stanza entirely. He still doesn't seem to realize he's being recorded.]
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[personal profile] onetruemorty
[ Forward-dated just a tad towards a more reasonable morning hour and all. It's fair to say Morty sounds nervous when he starts speaking, though he's not hitting panic territory. All things considered, this could probably be way worse? At the very least, he seems to be trying to be friendly. ]

Uhh, hey, so-- I'm Morty. First of all. I was wondering if anyone could tell me the fastest way to get back to Earth. Maybe even out of this whole crazy dimension. I-it's nice here and all, and I wasn't exactly in the middle of anything or anything, but I probably... I probably have school tomorrow. I dunno. It's kinda weird, I was just standing there with my family, and now they're not even around.

[ He hesitates. ]

If this is still Earth after all, I- I guess just knowing where I am would be good. Like a good start to get home again. I'm not trying to get involved in any big stuff right now, you know? I'm just, I'm just lookin' to figure this-- sit down and figure this whole thing out.

--

[ Or for those so inclined, Morty can be easily found trying to navigate the halls of the mansion. If it's before he gets acquainted enough with the place to find a new set of clothes, he'll be sporting a gentleman's rumpled tuxedo look. Considering he's soaked from the waist down, it might be easier to hear his squishy-socked approach first.

Sometimes in this life, you blink and you're standing in a swimming pool. Apparently. ]
radiopalkiller: (not here or in front of people)
[personal profile] radiopalkiller
I. ACTION )

II. TEXT

[ First, he wants to pretend that the last few- days? did not just happen. Second, he picked up the words "sleep deprivation" and "other Wonderland", and still doesn't get the whole picture from the network. Which, all in all, leads to third, a controlled mess in the kitchen, and the following message: ]

Apparently I just blinked and missed Christmas, so I'm stooping to bakery to make up for it.

[ A helpful visual of some crunchy chocolate toffee squares with macadamia nuts comes attached. ]

First three batches ready for pick-up in the kitchen. Fourth batch in the works, I'll trade you for some good stories about the event I missed.
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[personal profile] mviw
[The post opens up with... Is that waves? Why, yes! It's the rolling breakers on the snowy beach, meaning the broadcast is being made outdoors.]

Greetings! Hahah, it's been almost a year since my first address to this network beginning with the same word.

This is Dr. Stanford Pines speaking on board a small research vessel. I left you all to these barren grounds and now I come back to lots of snow! It's very picturesque.

Hope I didn't miss anything too exciting. [He has no idea. NONE.]

Stan? Kids? Wendy and Fiddleford? Everyone still here? [Fuck you, Bill.] Speaking of my twin-- If you're still here, get your butt over to the beach pronto. I have a surprise for you!

[PRIVATE TO DIPPER AND MABEL]

Hey kids, just between you and me: I'll be more than happy to give you a tour of the Stan-o-War II after I show Stanley first. Don't forget to bundle up!


[ooc: HE'S BACK FROM CANON UPDATE to the end of Gravity Falls. If you DON'T want spoilers, PLEASE TELL ME.]
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[personal profile] uncaging
[As Elizabeth peers into the camera, it's obvious that she looks drawn and tired, but on closer inspection it would seem that her pallid face and puffy eyes come not from keeping awake and out of the other Wonderland, but because she's been crying.]

Booker DeWitt is gone. I waited on announcing it, I thought he might come back, but...

[She knew she'd just been trying to avoid accepting it, really. But in her heart of hearts she knew he hadn't just disappeared temporarily, like Rick had and like she's telling herself Dr Pines has done currently.]

Please, if there's one thing I can ask of you all, it's to never make promises you can't keep. They just hurt all the more when they're broken.

[She hurriedly turns off the feed before the tears start again.]
pottershotter: (I'll go crazy)
[personal profile] pottershotter
[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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[personal profile] forwearemany
 (They have researched the chemical workings, and they have experienced existence as an organic. And yet, this knowledge is insufficient.)

What is the significance of emotion?

(Why do they have them? Why are they so different without them? Their time in Quor'toth weighs on them. They do not understand.)
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[personal profile] krmvgivv
[SURPRISE. Wonderland’s favorite twins are back and their faces are on your devices, all smiles… Well, Mabel is all smiles, anyway. Dipper is smiling too, though, as usual, he looks a little more subdued. He's also got an entirely different hat than usual. It's Mabel that speaks first, though.]


So bad timing, Wonderland… Or maybe good timing, depending on how you wanna look at it, but Dipper and I were, like, just on a bus going back home to Piedmont, and then suddenly it’s all whaaaat. [she waves her hands in a mock pantomime of her mind being blown.]


Still pretty good to be back though. And, just in case you were sad and missed us while we were gone, I come bearing gifts! ...Technically, it’s a gift for the future, but Future You can thank me somehow. I know time travelers. We can make this happen.


[Dipper shifts forward, grinning.] We all know the worst part of Wonderland, right? The whole memory loss thing. [That and the not aging thing, but Dipper's feeling a little less bad about that than he was. They are growing up. Just… not too fast.]


Well, lucky for all of you, Mabel here is an expert at unerasing memories. [...is that a word? Dipper decides not to worry about it.] Her scrapbooks have literally fixed amnesia.


YUP! [she’s so proud of this, okay.] So I’m gonna be donating all my Wonderland scrapbooks to the gallery. That way if you ever feel like you’ve forgotten something or if you wanna see if one of your friends was here and you missed them or just wanna be reminded of all the times Wonderland isn’t being a jerk, you’ll have something to ease your mind. With sparkly gel pen descriptions! [she leans forward and whispers, conspiratorially] That’s the Mabel difference.


[Dipper raises a finger.] Also, for people whose eyes hurt when they look at things Mabel has written, I've been keeping a very thorough account of all my time here. Those will also be available in the library as I finish them.


[Mabel sticks her tongue out at him.] Neeerd.
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[personal profile] bowsniper
[ Usually when Clint wants to think or be alone he heads for the tallest thing he can find, in Wonderland's case, besides trees, that would be the mansion roof. Only today he's found himself wandering down to the shooting range by the beach with his bow and quiver. He really needs to fix this place up.

It was weird, waking up that morning in a room he didn't remember for a moment. The last thing he remembered was Steve getting them out of the raft and then...well then he was a sixteen year old Hogwarts student. His memories came back slowly and then all at once. Wonderland. He wondered how long he was gone, it feels like he's missing time.

So he heads down to the shooting range to clear his head for a few hours and at some point in there he addresses the network. He figures someone might want to know he's back.
]

Uh. So I'm back, I guess? I mean I've been back, but we had that weird event and I didn't know I was back. Yeah. Back from a trip home. [ Now he knows what everyone has been talking about. They were right, he was probably better off not knowing. ]

Does anyone else miss flying on a broom?

[ He's about to turn the feed off but he pauses and looks back at the camera. ] Hey Rogers, just so you know, I still don't feel the need to punch you.

[ Then he ends the feed for good, going back to shooting his arrows at targets. ]
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[personal profile] justathought
[A young girl's face appears on the video feed, looking ever so slightly confused and concerned. Appearing on a public network in front of everyone is also giving her just a bit of stage fright, but they're not actually there in front of her, so it's not that bad. Besides, she has some questions that need answering.]

Hey, so... I can't help but notice that the mansion I've been staying in is gone? And also that... so are a lot of other people, it seems like. Unless there's another party somewhere I don't know about.

I was going to see if anyone had said anything about it, when I noticed I can make posts here all of a sudden, so I figured I'd ask... um...

Am I going to be living here now? Should I find a room? Is there anyone I need to talk to, or can I just... take one?
wriggedywrecked: (grandpa needs his booze morty)
[personal profile] wriggedywrecked
[Rick has clearly, and audibly, been drinking. Like, way, way more than usual. Every single word is slurred, as opposed to every other word, and his stutter is worse than ever. He's also literally drinking on screen, knocking back huge pulls from an absurdly large bottle of what appears to be either vodka or straight up moonshine. There's no label, which is usually not a good sign.]

Heeeeeey, s-s-so not that anyone cares but uh, but uh, buut uh, M-M-Mo-OUUURR-rty is gone. Moooorty S-Smith, 'bout uh, yea tall, stupid hair, s-stupidly. Stupidly good kkkkk. Kid. Yeah, he's, he's gone, room's. Uh his. His house. I m-mean his room where he was. Lllli, living, it's empty and shit. Gone.

[He literally drains the bottle and then tosses it over his shoulder. It smashes somewhere off-screen and Rick holds up a party invitation with a very unsteady hand.]

But whoooooo gives a shi-shit, right? We got partiesss to g-g-g-g, attend. Sssss fucking house party looks LIT AS FFFFUUUUUUCCCCK!! I'm gonna, I'm, I'm, I'm h-h-hitting all of the, them, who c-cares if I only got one f. Fucking. One fu...cking invitation, thattttt's. That's what I'm doing, I'm partying. Party like it's the end of the fuCKING world, c-cause it prOBABLY IS, M-M-MOTHERFUCKERS!! WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB!

[Rick throws both hands in the air and the motion causes both him and the phone to tip onto the ground. The feed goes dead to the sound of Rick laughing.]
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[personal profile] forwearemany
(This time, when the video on Legion's device is activated, it's done so deliberately, to reveal a Geth hand holding... a tiny lop eared rabbit. After a moment, the hand moves away, to be replace by Legion's face, staring into the camera. They chatter awkwardly for a moment.)

I had been informed that the closets were capable of producing live animals. As I found these reports highly improbable, I decided to test this.

Reports verified: The closets are capable of producing live animals.

(They chatter awkwardly again.)

...I am unfamiliar with the proper procedure for caring for Earth based organic lifeforms.
mviw: (dreamscape)
[personal profile] mviw
If you would kindly, Wonderland, answer some questions, I would greatly appreciate your input.

1. Are you from a species that can dream?

2. Do you dream? How often?

3. What do you typically dream about?

4. Are your dreams lucid? Can you control what happens in them?

5. What's your favorite dream that you remember?

6. Tell me about any nightmares you've had.*





* - This one is optional.
goodwoofjames: (of the things you call Life)
[personal profile] goodwoofjames
[Seren appears on screen, grinning brightly. You can practically hear her vibrating with excitement.]

I think I've figured it out. "It" being an idea I've had. You see, dueling magic is better for long range, but it's so easy to get cornered in events. And since I'll never be a big old brawler-- [She flexes one arm. It's got more muscle than it used to, but it's still rather slight.] --I thought maybe I could combine the two. And what better place to start than lighting something on fire?

[Her eyes gleam as she lifts up her left fist and, with a muttered word and a flick of her wand, sets it aflame from the wrist up. As she proceeds to jam her wand into her pocket, she doesn't even flinch at the flames licking at her hand. Yet, when she introduces a slip of paper into the fire, it lights right up.]

Brilliant, eh? This took some work, let me tell you. [Seren tosses the paper aside and stamps it out off screen, then uses her wand to douse the flame.]

Now, the issue is that in a fight, you don't want to have your hand on fire all the bloody time, so what I' working on now-- and what I think I've mastered --is rapidly transitioning between on and...er, off fire. You get the idea. So, for an in-action demonstration...

[Seren squares up and lifts both hands like a boxer ready to throw a punch. Her wand held in her dominant right hand, she raises her arm to throw a left hook, simultaneously shifting her wand to aim at her hand and shouting the charm she'd created. And it works! Her hand lights up and she throws a flaming punch at her imagined enemy.

...Except apparently her charm isn't configured quite right. Because as she pulled her arm back to throw the punch, the spell hit just in time to kindle a fire in the ends of her hair.

Not that Seren immediately notices. She's grinning into the camera, proud of her work, when her face falls and she realizes where that sudden heat is coming from.]


--SHIT.

[Seren fumbles with her wand and quickly douses the fire, but not fast enough to keep her hair from getting pretty decently singed. She holds up the ends and pouts at them before glancing back at the camera.]

Well, it could have gone worse.
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[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[As always, Souji's in the diner, but sitting in a booth instead of behind the counter. Since there's no one there at the moment, he's more hanging out than working.

There's a thick volume on the table in front of him and though the contents isn't clear due to the camera angle, it's easy enough to guess that it's a photo album or scrapbook of some kind. There's also a not entirely ancient Polariod camera at his elbow. He flips through the thick pages of the album as he speaks.]


The last owner of the diner had this tradition of taking a picture of everyone who came in and putting it in this album. I found it and her camera behind the counter a few weeks ago, but with events and everything I forgot about it.

[He's actually pretty happy it was still there and the small, nostalgic smile on this face says so. He picks up the camera and turns it over in his hands, looking it over.]

I want to start it up again. It's just a picture and a name, so we can keep a record of who was here after they leave.

[He sets the camera back down, closer to the device he's using, but he's still visible past it, looking into the feed now.]

Hm...since there are a lot of new people lately, I'm Seta Souji. I run the diner on the eighth floor, kind of. Anyone can come by any time.

[...]

Just expect to have your picture taken, if you do.

[As promised, he'll be in the diner for...ever.]
sciencelizard: (« [Hide] Just gonna die here it's fine)
[personal profile] sciencelizard
[The message starts out small and through text, looking well composed but in Alphys' usual typing style.]

hey so
undyne's room is empty so i guess she's
not here anymore
idk if anyone's looking for her but
i cant f ind he rr so
just sso everyoe knowsws


[there's a clunk as the device is set down and the video activates, seemingly unbeknownst to Alphys; the feed shows her stomach, then her hands, shaking to explain the typos, and then her back as she walks away from the device, sitting down on the nearby bed. She's not actively in frame- her tail can be seen from the corner- but it's pretty obvious she's crying, trying to keep it quiet but ultimately failing.

Eventually, the feed times out.]

[ooc: she'll respond to the network a little later, or she's available for action prompts at her room!]
ofletters: (and in my hour of darkness)
[personal profile] ofletters
[ If there's anything on Sam's mind about people who may or may not have disappeared from Wonderland recently, he doesn't say it. In fact, he looks and sounds like a person who is trying very hard to stay busy, to keep his mind occupied in the midst of something else. Hence: ]

So, I realized recently that we've got a problem. People here get excited about the closets - "cool, I can get a... damn miniature unicorn out of them" - but I think we can get a little irresponsible about it. If you're pulling living things out of the closets, then they're your responsibility. Don't dream up a hundred and one dalmatians if you've never taken care of anything before.

[ God knows these people can barely take care of themselves most of the time (Sam himself included). ]

That's not even getting into whether or not they're really... real; this isn't a discussion about the actual animal status of Wonderland animals. [ He pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling a little headache coming on. ] What I'm trying to say is that you get a few pets, fine, and then... one day, you might leave for good. Then, we've still got Fido here without an owner. I'm planning on setting up something in the basement that can help with the animals that're left behind. Maybe just like a doggie daycare sort of thing. I can't be there all the time, so... if anyone else is interested, maybe we could set up shifts, figure out what we've got, here.

[ There's a thoughtful pause. ]

If there's something a little more dangerous than dogs and cats, we'll deal with that, too. For now, just let me know if you want to get involved, or if you've got someone's pet with you that you inherited and can't really take care of. We can't forget about those guys.

[ Whether he means the abandoned animals or their vanished owners is unclear as he ends the feed. ]
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[personal profile] catchacold
[The recording comes to life and at first there’s a pair of steel blue eyes, just a bit too close to comfort. Leonard pulls the device back quickly, adjusting it to an appropriate distance. The eyes are still blue, but now the rest of his face is visible, as is part of his torso, all dressed in black. He leans back against a wall, one hand loosely around his own arm while the other is obviously holding the device.]

I can roll with this. Afterlife, limbo, apparently Wonderland. Whatever. Down the rabbit hole. I’ve read the book; I might have even had some of the shrooms.

[Just for a moment he looks up, eyes narrowing at something beyond the screen and then he just dismisses it with a shake of his head, focusing on the recording again.]

What I’d like to know is whether anyone knows about time. Not looking to be taught how to read the clock here. I’m interested in the time stream. Timelines. Anyone happen to have a clue about that?

[That out of the way his hand lets go of his arm, the only visible sign of him relaxing.]

Also, more importantly, I know all about tea parties, but does Wonderland have iced tea?
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[personal profile] son_of_a_taint
So, hey, Jack here.

[The video shows the man with the mismatched eyes framed neatly in a large room. It looks more like an office than a bedroom, but the wall behind him seems to be almost entirely taken up by a large window that overlooks Wonderland. He's sitting in an overly large yellow chair, looking into the camera of his device with his fingers laced together and propped under his chin.]

In light of recent weirdness, I was curious about something: So do any of you scrubs actually keep in touch regularly with your doppelgänger? Like, the usual morning 'Sup' scrolled on the mirror and the evening, 'How was your wonder-tastic day?' type dealio? 'Cause honestly? Mine's loonier than a Scav on Mercenary day after he's had a few, [He mimes knocking back a few drinks with his hand.] and that's saying something in comparison to the people I've met on Elpis.

I mean, the guy can just watch me do whatever I do through any mirrored surface and that's just normal? Any of you feel a little self conscious when you're jacking off or something? Maybe there's a deranged dead ringer on the other side watching you get your rocks off. It's weird, right? Point is, wow, am I the only one interested in this?
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[personal profile] perennialpetals
[Being here is impossible. Simply being is impossible. The large, alien woman had given up her physical form to allow her son to inherit her gemstone, the source of her very essence and abilities. There's no explanation for her returning to herself, just as there's no explanation for her appearance in his Earthly -yet unearthly- place. The last thing Rose remembers is the birth, followed by simple and otherwise indescribable nothingness. Time passed, but she can only recognize that now that she's herself once more. Yet...the thought of her son weighs heavy on her mind, taking precedence over any concern she should be feeling for herself. Was he born safely? If she's here with her gemstone, was he still born half-Gem? She knows he would have been born regardless, but that doesn't ease her mind entirely. Human infants are so frail...

However, Rose Quartz knows she can't dwell on what-ifs and personal, anxious conjecture. That won't solve anything, but gathering her bearings and facts will. Small communication device in hand, she steps into the foyer of the imposing mansion, all eight feet of her (plus massive hair) making her equally imposing in her own right. She doesn't know who lives here, but if no one responds to her impeding attempt at communication, she can hopefully catch residents coming and going from the building. It's a simplistic strategy, but it's all she has until she knows more.

Without further pause, she places an all-call. Despite the warm, bell-like quality to her voice, there's a distinct unease and uncertainly based below the practiced calmness.]


This is Rose Quartz, calling all who are able.

I'd like to ask about this place, if anyone has a moment. I'm not supposed to be here. I'm... not supposed to be anywhere. So any explanations of what this place is and how it's able to do something so impossible would be greatly appreciated.

I'd also like to ask if anyone has met anyone by the name of Pearl, Amethyst, Garnet, Greg, or... by any possible chance, a boy name Steven from Beach city.

That is all. Thank you.

Rose Quartz out.
wriggedywrecked: (i am offended good sir nay appalled)
[personal profile] wriggedywrecked
But what I wanna know is, is, is why the fuck everyone else gets cool, albeit fucking cliched evil twins, but I'm, I'm just fucking stuck with this loser!

[The camera swings toward the nearest mirror, where another Rick can be seen. The Mirror Rick is smiling placidly to himself and is doodling smiley faces and hearts on his side of the glass.]

Look at him! Look at this pathetic excuse for a Rick! H-H-He's this sappy, sweet, goody-two--I mean he's worse than Doofus Rick, and that guy eats his own poo. That's how bad this guy is. He's an embarrassment to, t-to Ricks everywhere.

[Mirror Rick starts drawing what appears to be an adorable cartoon pony.]

Shameful. Positively shameful.

Video

May. 24th, 2016 06:00 pm
pottershotter: (I'm not fooling)
[personal profile] pottershotter
[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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[personal profile] memory_unlocked
[The conversation with Carolina settled, he'd gotten back to reviewing the data from the network to familiarize himself with the events, people and anything else he could find about the place. Best to be prepared for whatever and then he could update Carolina on what to expect.

Maybe make up for the bomb he'd already dropped, although he'd found some ...unsettling entries when a familiar face came up so he set to track that down.

Great.

This was going to end well.

And then he finally accessed the network himself.]


First things first.

Call me Church if you feel the need to call me anything.

Secondly?

This place is fucked up, and coming from me? That actually means something.

And considering some of the shit I've read, I should clarify, I only look like a ghost so no attempts at exorcism or whatever the shit you assholes get up to. Won't work. Nothing here can kill me, as far as I know and if something does happen to me?

You're going to be in a world of pain. Just trust me on that.

So yeah, if you see me around, just pretend it's totally normal, or whatever.
monosaccharide: canon (goliad109)
[personal profile] monosaccharide
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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[Beatrice is sitting in her room, looking skeptical. She glances out the window.]

Are people actually stupid enough to go into the strange caves that appeared?

[Of course they are. Never underestimate how stupid people can be.]

I mean, it's an actual avoidable event. What could possibly be compelling enough about them to actually go down there? You can literally get anything from the closets. Treasure can't be that compelling.

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