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

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


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

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

Thank you for your time, and may you all have splendid days!
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[personal profile] nascensibility
[Replies to this are CLOSED, please see OOC note at the bottom of the post!]




In the wake of our most recent event and regarding the fate of those who lose their fifth life, I would like to propose a new series of data collection on mansion residents. It is my opinion that the instatement of a “death watch” - that is, an archival record of extant resident deaths that have occurred - should be created and maintained, and would serve as a valuable resource for the protection of those who are at risk.

[This is the difficult part: persuading people to share this sort of thing about themselves, knowing what it does to others and how it can hurt, is no easy task. She believed as much when she first spoke with Shepard on the subject, and believes the same now. Evelyn herself does not like to offer personal information unless asked, but knows the burden of carrying that suffering on one's own and how easily an environment can fall to fear.]

I understand that this is very private, very personal information. I understand it is traumatic, and not something that many people want to share. Therefore it is incumbent upon me to stress the critical severity of this situation, and assure you that you are not alone.

I myself have lost four lives here.

In disclosing as much, I hope that others can be swayed to believe in the efficacy of this database, and would urge residents to volunteer their respective death tolls to build the record. Residents who submit information to the watch on their numbers may do so to me privately, if there is concern about embarrassment or persecution from peers.

[It is a valid concern, and one which she has agonised over.]

Commander Shepard’s confirmation from the Queen of Hearts that those who are remade after their last demise are conscripted as spies is extremely troubling. Regardless of the veracity of the information given its source, we as unwilling residents do not have the luxury of allowing for that liability. For those concerned about their safety, I will be actively working with the commander, who is well-equipped to establish and manage security procedures once the record has been transcribed and analysed. This is a living document, and is expected to require additions over time.

I am aware that this is a drastic measure, but a measure worth taking. Please feel free to direct all responses and queries to myself and Commander Shepard.





[OOC NOTE: I realize this is a hot button issue as has generated a lot of replies, which is great! In order to keep myself sane, I'm going to have to cut it off here and request that no one else respond in this post. Messaging Evelyn's inbox is cool if you want to drop a line there instead, but replies will be slower there.

Anyone who did not get to respond in here before the cut-off, I'd really like you to at least drop a comment HERE if you believe your character would still share their information with her. Thank you for understanding!
]
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[If there's one thing Jay doesn't like, it's being out of the loop. He spent a little over four years trying to piece together what happened back home himself, while the people who knew more than he did dangled clues over his head to watch him jump.]

[This past event, he was in over his head, and he knew it. Tim ended up with a second soul (SOUL?) and a new set of monstrous features to boot, and Jay had no idea how to help. Clearly there are things going on here in Wonderland that Jay hasn't even started looking into, and now he's been burned for it.]

[He takes to the network several days after Asgore and Tim recover.]


How do souls work in your world?

Back where I come from, people talk about them. When you die, they say your soul goes to Heaven or Hell (or Purgatory or whatever afterlife you believe in, I guess). But it's not like anyone's actually seen one.

I get the impression that's not how it works everywhere.
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[personal profile] squeakyslate
[ Bill the Lizard is not building. Bill the Lizard is lizarding, sitting on a large rock in the sun. He looks out at the lake, thoughtfully. ]

They've got a whole nine wrapped together, no wonder you can't remember your place neither. Set a foot in one, end up in another, snap of ye finger, goes just like that. Goes they'll all stumble together, and end up here, too. What a right mess that'll be to paint over. Shine like the stars, that's the one, shine like all the stars, like it'll be worth to fight over.

[ Thoughtfully his tongue flicks up and down, and licks the side of his face. ]

Won't compare to her I tell ye, she'll be a right proper treat soon enough-- Aw, but that'd be peeking all right, bad enough we don't got a working door for her right away--

[ Bill flicks his tail and perks up. ]

No. No, listen good, lads, listen, ye hear? Dress up nice and warm, that'll come in well and good later!
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[personal profile] jivitadana
[Everyone's memories were so intriguing. It was kind of nice to get a glimpse into each world, though at some expense great or small, whatever that expense was. Minato thought he wouldn't have the opportunity to visit all of the worlds out there, so he did have to thank Wonderland for giving him that chance. Maybe one positive out of being here was that for all the events, if some individuals didn't remember something from it, then there had to be someone else who would.

It did give him an idea too, a small one that he could work with. He just wanted to give it a try, to see if he could also get reacquainted with his own Personas that he didn't have with him now. The most important reason though was to see if he could try to know more people too, as if too to make up for the Social Links, relationships with people that he should have here. It'd be a good test for him.

His current backdrop were the stacks in the Library as he sat at a table with books all around, those that were open displaying pictures of mythological deities and supernatural creatures, maybe a few historical figures as well.]


Use three words to describe yourself, and I'll try to match you with a Persona.

text;

Aug. 9th, 2017 10:47 am
noreason: (Mighty fine shindig)
[personal profile] noreason
[Today, Naoki has opted for text. Not for any particular reason, other than that it reminds him of using his phone back at home, and he kind of likes that nostalgic feeling.]

It seems like we talk a lot about what we had at home that we don't have here. But what's something you have here that you don't have at home?

And I mean something good, not something like "here we have terrible events that try to kill us and we don't have that at home."

For me, the thing we have here that I don't have at home is night.
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[personal profile] quickgenius
[So there’s something a little bit different about Jesse that’s almost immediately noticeable the moment the feed starts, due to the way her hair is tucked behind her ears. And that’s the fact that her ears are kind of POINTY, now; she looks like an elf right out of Lord of the Rings.

She also looks CONCERNED.

There’s something a little off about the shadows behind her, too. But the reason for that will be apparent in just a second. She gives the feed a nervous little smile.]


So you’d think I’d be used to the things Wonderland does by now. But it turns out I can still be surprised.

[The next sentence comes out in a rush.]

So I kind of have WINGS.

[She shifts the camera so they’re visible, and it’s her wings that are responsible for the weird shadows behind her. And they’re gorgeous, don’t get her wrong; starting out cream at her back they’re a warm rusty sort of dark orange by their wingtips. But they’re WINGS. She’s pretty sure she’s not supposed to have wings, even if she had ended up a metahuman. She’s never heard of a metahuman having wings, anyway.

Not on her Earth, at least.

They’re a little rumpled, too, because, well, NEW FEATHERY APPENDAGES.]


Anyone have any pointers on how to use them? Because I’ve kind of never had an extra set of appendages before and it’s taking some getting used to.

[A LOT of getting used to. They move on their own, half the time, instincts new and REALLY unfamiliar and she’s tripped over them and gotten tangled more times than she can count. And that’s not including the falling on her face. Or butt.]

And if I’m going to be any use AT ALL I need to learn how to use them. Fast.

[Because they ARE useable. She knows she can fly, instincts she didn't have a day ago are telling her she can. She just... doesn't know how. Doesn't have the muscle memory. Yet.]
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[personal profile] pallbearer
I'm ... alive?

Well, no, reasonably I can't possibly be alive, but existing is another story, I suppose.

[ The boy on the network is muttering to himself someone curiously, looking around as the feed moves with him, tapping on doors and looking inside them, wandering into rooms he thinks might contain something special. He's so utterly baffled by his being here that he forgets his manners with some of them, turning the doorknob and just charging in without so much of a hello. Luckily, it seems these rooms are empty. ]

Oh wow... this place is big! And to think I could even-- you know-- uh... To think I could even be again! Let me tell you, it was really vague there for a bit. I'm not sure entirely where I was or how I was, but I know I was...

[ He pauses. ] Really happy. For everyone, they did such a good job. I'm glad knowing the place I treasured so much is safe.

... but this is a new place, isn't it? Can someone tell me what it is?

[Text]

Jun. 12th, 2017 04:02 pm
mypartnerintime: (Sunshine for everyone)
[personal profile] mypartnerintime
[What were the things that made her happy?

She racked her brain, pulling ideas out one by one, straining against the cobwebs of her lazy thoughts.

Maybe happiness is a muscle. You have to tend to it, work on it, keep it healthy and limber. You find the things that make you smile and practice those passions, before you forget why it is they cheered you up and buoyed you throughout the day.

And after a long time of disuse, you find that the happiness you used to have is out of reach. Before you know it, it's been weeks or months. Too long.

But you start small, go easy, work those muscles back into form. Day by day. Thought by thought. With determination and a single-mindedness that shuts the darker things away.

Baby steps down a long road.]


I think I actually went home for a day.

It's all kind of muddled up in my head. Sorta like a reverse-vacation.

A noitacav!

:|

So... what's new? ...Besides the lizardly adjustments.

004. Text

May. 22nd, 2017 11:33 pm
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[personal profile] mourning_ghost
[Nageki had first started searching for Kaneki (or Kaneki's mirror) when he ended up on the other side of the mirrors. He's not sure how long it's been since he's seen his friend, but he thinks it has been a while. Nageki doesn't usually go out of his way to meet people and neither do the friends he's made in Wonderland. As soon as Nageki returned to the Real side, Nageki visited the coffee shop but Kaneki wasn't there as Nageki had expected. But Nageki hadn't visited that often enough to know how frequently Kaneki worked at the place.]

[He sends his text because it's the quickest way to figure out what happened. One of Kaneki's other friends will surely be able to tell him what happened to Kaneki. He doesn't know who Kaneki's other friends are so he has to make his note available to the public.]

Did Mr. Kaneki return home?

[ video ]

May. 22nd, 2017 12:20 am
finewithhalf: (in trouble AGAIN?)
[personal profile] finewithhalf
[Okay, fine. The whole "assaulted and used as a hostage to torment someone else" routine was kind of traumatizing she guesses. But the aftermath of it has been so much worse. Why don't people talk about how much the healing process sucks? Everything is itchy and annoying. And now people are gossipping about a lake.

Recovery is dumb. It's dumb enough that Maya's gone to the network with the webcam on full blast, even though she's fairly obviously propped up in bed with her arm in a sling and patches of bruising smattered across her visible skin. Everyone's probably like this. And if they aren't, then something's wrong and horribly unfair.]


Hey, so is anyone else going kind of stir-crazy? Medical lockdown's pretty much the worst and I'm probably gonna punch someone if I don't talk to someone soon.

So come on. What'cha got? Extra points if you don't say anything about current events or mirror-anything.
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[personal profile] duckies
Do you have friends from home here?

( sucre has two. one is her closest friend, and the other she knows well - though not well enough that she would call them best friends. it's been strange, being in another world but still having people here that she already knows, but it isn't an unwelcome comfort. what she doesn't like is the danger they have been put in. already things have happened to zacharie, he's died despite promising not to (and as much as she realises it can't be helped, she's still filled with grief) and the events have put them in even more danger.

wonderland is another chance at being reunited after her death in their home world, but it's also worse - here, they can die, and it's discomforting. )


I have two. It's nice, but it's scary :-(

How do you feel, if you do? If you don't, do you wish your friends were here?

[Video]

Mar. 17th, 2017 10:38 pm
mypartnerintime: (Thanks for the morning grope)
[personal profile] mypartnerintime
[The video opens up to Max standing in the kitchen, smiling halfheartedly at the camera. A small streak of flour stains her hoodie's shoulder.

Yup, it seems like Max has hit a not-so-uncommon phase among residents: baking.]


So, uh, I made a cake.

[She pans the camera around to said cake. Is it the first attempt she's made? You bet it isn't! Is it nice and moist inside? No way! Did she give up on decorating it, smear chocolate frosting all over it to cover up her mistakes, and bombard it with star-sprinkles as a distraction? She sure did!!]

This is a little beyond my stomach capacity, so... if anyone wants any, you can come nom on it here.

[She pokes it with a fork, because that's what you do to cakes, right? Especially when they're the suspicious sort.]

I just can't promise that it's actually chow-downable.
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[personal profile] noreason
[It's dark on the grounds--it ought to be since it's just a bit before midnight--but that isn't much of a problem for Naoki. He's giving off a soft teal glow that makes it hard to make out his features and expression.

He rocks on his feet before climbing up on the edge of the fountain and balancing there, hands out at his sides. Standing still is hard for him. He's not looking at the feed, which wavers as he holds it in one hand, but he knows it's recording and addresses the network.]


What do you do when you can't sleep?

( voice )

Mar. 8th, 2017 07:10 pm
chantes: (raven's tears they cry)
[personal profile] chantes
You could be happy here. Having anything you desire, or being given a second chance. You could be happy, or at least not faulted for wanting to believe the dream. Dreams can be powerful, or quickly become a nightmare.

( Three guesses as to what Leliana's considering and the first two are probably correct. She knows that this is not in fact the Fade but it's the closest base of reference that she has -- somewhere that isn't quite real, where magic is more powerful than you would believe, dreams, desires. Demons. There is some influence here, and something else -- what else would want them captive? )

It would be more unsettling if we are simply left to our happiness. They take memories, feeding from us. Is that power only to feed what they do or is there more to it? What else will come, even if some have been waiting for so long?

( Perhaps some of the memories were not powerful enough, only giving a fraction of the power another memory did. Was it happiness or sadness, perhaps fear or anger? )

Would you give up something to keep this happiness going, or does fear of what may come stop that?
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[personal profile] cloned
Hey again, Wonderland.

[Kon gives a half wave and a smile. He's been interviewed before, spent his entire life in the public eye up until recently, but this still feels weird. Maybe it's because of the awkwardness of the question he's asking.]

I've got a... probably unusual question. Can anyone else here fly? Specifically, has anyone else here tried flying to get out of here? I mean, it didn't work, obviously. I wasn't even surprised about that. But it was really weird. Like it's not like I ran into a block or anything like that. I just sort of... ended up where I started. And going up I just ended up not moving after a while, even though it felt like I did.

[He shrugs.]

Anyway, just wanted to know if anyone else had tried it. Cause man, I do not like it when my flying doesn't work right. It's just wrong.
ghflskhu_ph: (PLEASE~)
[personal profile] ghflskhu_ph
[What do you do when everything has devolved into utter calamity and you are, once again, immune to Wonderlands whims? Why, mock the populace​ of course! Bill floats lazily with a single-lense pair of sunglasses on top of the water he cannot touch. It's a pool party and you all wish you weren't invited!]

“An IMMUTABLE WALL of PURE LIQUID, The IMMINENT THREAT of HYPOTHERMIA combined with a VIRUS of the FLESH EATING variety FOLLOWED by sputtering, INCOMPREHENSIBLE CHATTER?!

HEHE! Whoever's HEAD DREAMT this MESS UP has got problems- I'm taking notes!”

[Quite literally. The triangle summons a roll of parchment out of subspace, tilting right side up to snatch it up with a dramatic flourish and stand upon the waves.]

“You know what this place could REALLY USE? A-”

[and he’s gone-- wait no, just back to having his back against the water. He attempts to rise.]

“A-”

[Only to find himself face down again.]


“A-”

[And again.]


“A-”

[This time the parchment remains floating and it hits him in the face when he stands up.]


"A-- ”

[Apparently someone isn't immune to ALL the effects]

OOC: How could I resist some RESET shenanigans, come laugh at Bill's time loops or get caught in one yourself. Replies likely wont come until friday, but I'll boomerang to make up for it. Consider this a placeholder.
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[personal profile] nascensibility
NOTICE:

I would like to submit a formal, if belated, apology to all those who were inconvenienced by our last event1. It was from my world and no doubt had a discombobulating effect. If there are lingering queries, please direct them to me in the archival room located in the west wing of the library, first floor.

In news that is more favourable but tangentially-related: I am interested in the temporal demographics of those in residence here, as it has been some time since I last conducted a survey of this nature. I am myself from the year 1935, but as I understand it this fits into a very specific timeline from a very specific world, and there are other worlds with differing dating systems and dimension-specific technological innovations. This is not a formal study, but a personal inquiry to satisfy curiosity.

As always, I can be found in the stacks unless the day is particularly fine.

-E. O’Connell













1Said event consisted of (likely foreign and uncomfortable) early-20th century clothing in unforgiving Sudanese desert climes, a hazardous oasis with irritable locals, and frequent aural and visual disorientation.

01 | Video

Jan. 23rd, 2017 07:26 pm
mr_englishguy: (Forgotten)
[personal profile] mr_englishguy
[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?
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[personal profile] boilover
I'm getting real tired of getting dumped in strange places against my will. I don't like it.

[There's a low, dangerous growl of disapproval and the expression on Mick's face is not a pretty one. It's somewhat reminiscent of an angry bull. This was the second time in God knows how many days that Mick Rory has found himself stranded somewhere new and different, unsure what the hell is happening. It's not a good feeling. It didn't inspire much good will.

Though this is a definite improvement over the last place. For one, there's food. For another, he gets a free smart phone to yell at people over and voice his anger. Not bad. Though he did kind of think they went a little overboard with the white. What was with all the decorations anyway? This better not be like some low rent Christmas Town cause honestly, that sounded a lot like hell.]


You got five minutes to convince me not to torch this place to the ground cause I ain't in the mood to play nice right now. Somebody start talking. [The words come out as an angry snarl, teeth barred. He's not a happy bunny.]
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[personal profile] extent
( she's fairly chipper when the video feed switches on. river is making use of one of those sneaky little in built devices for this, although it might be hard to tell at first considering her palm is currently covering the camera. it disappears quickly enough though, and there's her bright little face, all toothy grins and dark wild hair.

if it almost looks a little manic, well. that makes sense, because that's her in a nutshell.

she gives the device a bow before she speaks, a big sweeping gesture that sees her hair trailing on the floor and her nose almost touching her knees. when she pops back up she takes a couple of steps back, far enough back for her bare feet to become apparent. it's all very odd, really. )


Do I have your attention? ( which is really enough to make people wonder if the odd behaviour is entirely her, or if it's ( at least partially ) a gambit designed to focus viewers on her. whether the former or the latter, river will certainly never tell. instead she smiles and blows some of the hair out of her face with a huff. it's not really all that successful. ) Now, we can begin. There is too much inside these walls.

( a demonstration apparently in order, she raps her knuckles against the wall behind her, four knocks in quick succession. )

Twice as many minds as bodies, "yes, we all know" she hears, but do they really know? I have a headache already. ( which isn't a lie, she can feel the presence of so many conflicting thoughts and feelings pressing against her mind already, but she doesn't let anything more than a small frown reflect this on her expression. all smiles here, still. after all, headache or not, this place is absolutely fascinating to river. ) Is there somewhere silent to think alone? Somewhere without so much chatter.

( note that the hallway is completely noiseless, except for her. )

Noise, noise, noise. All she wants is the quiet, just one or two or three hundred and fifty seconds. Not a lot. Is there somewhere here that can be quiet?

( on that lovely final note, she skips back up to the device, plugging away at a few buttons, and then the feed disappears. )
noreason: (Don't need the promise of heaven)
[personal profile] noreason
[Naoki had considered using audio only for this message, but then decided to just go with video. There was no reason to hide his appearance on the network, since anyone who ran into him during everyday life was going to notice the markings and the horn and the fangs anyway.

He's in the library, crouched on a chair rather than sitting on it. He's looking around as he starts to speak, but looks back at the camera after a moment.]


Someone told me there might be some librarian types around Wonderland. Or at least some people who know the library really well. There's a book from my world that I want to find, and I haven't had any luck so far.

[He shifts his weight, his expression turning pensive, and is silent for several seconds. Whatever he's thinking about, he makes his decision, gives a slight nod, and speaks again.]

Everyone here is okay with demons, right?

[He's been testing the waters on this one so far, just seeing how people react to his appearance, and now seems like as good a time as any to just ask that outright.]
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[personal profile] transmutate
[There's a teenage boy staring at the camera for just a fraction too long before he starts to speak. Ed's a smart kid, and while he doesn't have any kind of phone remotely like this back home, he figured out how to use it pretty quickly. Still, he's done a lot more listening and watching and reading than actually communicating with other people through it. He wants to make sure he understands it fully before he uses it.

But he's ready now. Once he's satisfied that it's recording, he nods, then sits back.]


Hi. I'm Edward Elric. I'm an Alchemist. But from what I've heard, that doesn't mean anything to most of you. But even if you don't have alchemy, you do have science, right? What do the scientists of your worlds study?

[There, question posed successfully. He's mastered this fascinating device. He turns it off, and waits for people to reply.]

video;

Nov. 24th, 2016 10:26 am
itwouldbeatragedy: (A twenty-year-old man trying his best)
[personal profile] itwouldbeatragedy
[Kaneki's return to the mansion is a bit less than graceful. He arrived in his sleep, which isn't too bad, but he wakes up so suddenly that he falls out of bed. Sitting up, one hand at the back of his head, he tries to catch his breath. It's clear it wasn't waking up here that caused the flailing. Bad dreams are more common for him than they used to be.

As his breathing evens out, he looks around the room in confusion, then over toward the device, which has captured all of this from the surface of a desk across the room. He half crawls over to it, getting to his feet as he goes. He's wearing an odd, worn cape sort of garment over his clothes, but more obvious than that is that he's gone back to black-haired, his nailbeds no longer a deep black-red as he reaches for the device.]


I'm...back? I wasn't...

[His gaze wanders off as he thinks, then he glances down at himself. That cape? It's splattered in what can only be blood. Grimacing , he pulls it off over his head, bundles it up, and tosses it away from himself. Then he looks back up, all business, or as "all business" as he can get when he's a little on edge.]

I don't know how long I've been gone. Probably...no one else knows either. What time of year is it? I was here in the spring, I think...
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[personal profile] curiousher
[Alice has decided to occupy an empty bedroom today (interestingly, not her own) and when the camera turns on she's flopped on her back on the bed, with her hair dangling over the side.]

I've been thinking a lot recently...or, well. The thought just sort of came to me, as thoughts often do. But...it must be so hard to be here when you aren't from Wonderland, isn't it? It's fine for me of course, since I live here, but...you must be very lonely, right? Being so far from home, far from the people who love you...not that you aren't loved here, or at least I hope you are. What I mean is, it must be easy to feel lost here, especially for those of you who have been here a few years, or who are here by themselves.

[She sighs.]

I suppose all you can really do is band together...I wish there was more I could do for you. Oh, but I did find this in the attic! [She rummages around off-screen and produces an instrument.] That's what I'll do! I'll play you a song, and try to cheer you all up!

[And she puts it to her lips and plays.

Badly. Very badly. It's worse than a shrieking recorder and you have to endure it for a full five minutes before the video ends.
]
backpacking: (he did not choose me)
[personal profile] backpacking
I'll make this quick. It's Ellie. I've got the guy who was... in the library. He's someone I know, somebody from my world, and he's not a threat to anybody anymore.

[ Probably not reassuring, considering how much actually happened before she was made aware of Joel's arrival, but... better late than never, right? ]

He acted like that 'cause he was looking for me. He thought I was in danger. If you're gonna be pissed at someone, or feel like you need to get revenge on someone, then blame me.

[ Not that she'll lay down her life (or, one of her lives) for somebody pitching a fight, though... ]

I'm watching out for him now. Nobody gets to see him and nobody is allowed to come after him. If you try and do anything to him, you have to go through me, and it'd be pretty shitty to kill a kid over this.

[ They're in a world now where people don't actually kill kids, so she figures it's safe to play that card. With that, and with a decisive sniff, she closes the feed. ]
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[At this point, he was certian he had no idea where he was. Yes, the paintings and photographs were quite lovely, but he doesn't recognize any styles from the galleries of London or Paris and he certainly hasn't seen a photograph with so much color in his life.]

[Then there was the strange device he found on his person. Nevermind how a tiny thing like this manages to function without winding it up, but it displayed various messages and images along with bizzare formats. What on earth was a "video?"]

[He turned the device over in his hand for a third time and sighed. If this was the only way he can contact someone for help, he may as well learn to use it.]

Hello?
Can someone tell me where I am?
I woke up in a strange gallery with a strange device.
Very confused.
Please respond.
From Dorian Gray.

[Dorian presses the send button and waits for a reply. He glances up every now and then, looking for someone in the room to talk to.]

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Sep. 16th, 2016 08:35 am
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Recently I realized I've been here over a year now. At least, I think so. With the way Wonderland alters our memories, it's hard to be absolutely sure about anything.

This time last year, I was supposed to be going to my new school. It was supposed to cultivate my talent as a nurse and make me become even better at nursing. It was supposed to make me a better person.

So I guess what I'm asking is, what do you think it takes to make someone 'better' than they are? 
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[The video swings back and forth to the rhythm of Max's footsteps. Sticks crunch underfoot and golden rays filters in through the forest canopy, coating the ground in dappled morning light. It's not quite autumn, Max's favorite time of the year- the green forest stretches on into the distance, no trace left of the party that had been in full swing only the night before.

The video turns this way and that as Max scans the forest, apparently trying to find one specific area. Having chosen a direction, she then continues walking, the camera jerking up and down slightly as she does so.]


I think this is near where I first woke up in Wonderland. We're all familiar with what that's like: wowser, enchanted forest, big fancy mansion over yonder, etcetera etcetera. [The words are light, but Max's tone is strained, tight; reminiscing but also purposeful and laden with restrained emotion.] I stumbled through here- I think this was it. And- and standing over there- [She points the camera out of the forest now, where far away the mansion looms. The smaller second mansion is partially obscured behind it.] was Alex Kralie. Right where the trees end, big flashlight pointed right at my face.

[The video becomes still as Max stops walking.] It was winter and I was soaked, and he didn't offer me his coat. He's not what you'd call a good Samaritan. [She sits now, and lays her device next to her, the camera pointed at the forest ceiling. Blue sky, clouds, and sunlight peek here and there from between the leaves. Max lets out a long sigh, self-conscious about speaking for so long to an audience. But this... Wonderland needs to hear this.]

...So I dunno how it happened, but he ended up being my first friend here. And one of my best friends. And... and now he's gone.

[A wind rustles through the trees, blowing away a stray leaf here and there. Max gets into her stride and keeps talking, her voice becoming softer now and then as she shifts position.]

I'm not sure how much he ever told anyone, but home for him is a pretty screwed up place. He's... He was going through a lot. Everyone here is, right? [Max has always noticed that, at least.] And believe me, I know that he could be a total ass about it. Or just... in general. But that's because he wasn't okay. And he needed help, but... didn't know how to ask for it, or accept it even. Like I think... somehow he knew he was going home. And he never told anyone... or, or me. But what I- I liked about him was that he- he was never... selfish about it. He never did anything just because he wanted to... in fact, a lo- lot of the time, he didn't want to. But he felt... like he needed to. A-and that, you know, to give up the things you w-want or love, and-... and even yourself, because I think toward the end he was sort of... of letting go... that's... hella brave.

[A short pause here as she drags in a shaking breath.]

I just... wish he'd told me. And I w-wish that I... knew how to- to help him. Be- because he needed it and- and I- he-... w-we never got to shoot off fireworks like he w-... wanted.

[Another shaky breath.]

W-wonderland doesn't make much sense. And it's so- so cruel to send him home. I don't... I don't get why he was even here. Why he was even... fuck...

[She jams some sort of jewel in front of the camera, and her hand shakes as she holds it.] Someone- someone has to tell me what the f- fuck this is, because goddammit Alex this is the worst fucking goodbye gift!

[She drops it and fumbles with the camera to turn it off, though it catches one last, shaking mumble, followed by a sniff.] A-asshole!

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