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Well, that was particularly spectacular, even by Wonderland's standards.

[drier than the friggin' Sahara. and whether it's truly over or not, Gold has other issues on his mind.]

I thought we might be done with flesh-eating beasts after the Jabberwocky was felled, but clearly we required an encore. [and speaking of encores..]

Which brings me to my real point. Where I'm from, seeing the future or even knowing the future does not enable you to prevent it. Try as one might, the more you attempt to sort out the puzzle, the more the pieces tend to fall into place, precisely as they meant to. Bearing that in mind, I have to wonder if we've truly prevented the terrible future that was spoken of last year or if we've merely locked it into place.

Of course, Wonderland has never followed the rules any particular realm sets for magic. It picks and chooses as it wishes. Strange, isn't it? All these different worlds, all these different types of magic, and so many of these events hearkening back from our own worlds. It does make one wonder about the true nature of Wonderland.

[a brief pause] Something to think about.


Jan. 10th, 2015 09:22 am
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[The Lucifer on your screen is not a happy Lucifer. He seems quite disgusted. Human. Again. This is really intolerable.]

Every time this forsaken place decides to throw something new for you to deal with, it makes everyone here human. I guess Wonderland just really likes giving you all no chance of overcoming these threats outright. [You humans have no hope of beating these things.]

I'll see you when this is over. [Is that a threat to hole up somewhere, or something else...?] Someone keep an eye on Sam for me.

[ooc: Lucifer will respond for around a day before he'll let himself get killed. Fuck being human!]

05 Video

Oct. 22nd, 2014 08:22 am
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[Bigby sits down in a ratty looking old lounge chair, cigarette smoke swirling around him. He looks directly into the lens of the camera and leans forward, his elbows on his knees. He looks determined. This isn't an accidental video. He's taking a bit of a gamble making this a public message considering it's contents, but, he figures it's the best way to get as much support as he's going to need.]


Some of you might know me, but for those that haven't met me yet I'm Bigby Wolf. Back home I was the Sheriff of Fabletown. Basically, I was the beat cop, investigative detective, and interrogation specialist all rolled into one. When you're a police force of one you gotta learn to be flexible.

Anyway, I know some of you out there have law enforcement backgrounds. I also know there's some crazy shit going on around here that we just can't seem to get on top of before Wonderland throws us a fucking curveball that puts us out for a week at the least.

The point is, I'd like to put together a Wonderland police force. We need to pull all of our resources together. I'm not just talking about looking into the mad riddles or searching for the sword. There is shit that happens between us while we're living in this jar that needs to be investigated properly without people flying off the handle and taking matters into their own hands.

We need some sort of central office where if something goes bad, people know who to turn to for help. If you're interested, or know of a matter you need looked into, drop me a message. We'll set up a meeting and then run it from there.


Oct. 21st, 2014 05:02 pm
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[Kaneki is in the dining room. He looks less nervous than he has the last few times he's appeared on the network, like he's finally found the right medicine for what's been bothering him.]

I don't know how many people make their own food here. I'm not that great in the kitchen, unless it's coffee.

[He smiles a smile that's part self-deprecating, part dark amusement. Then his entire posture goes pensive, though his expression is serious enough to communicate that he's more than just curious.]

Even if you do cook your own food, the ingredients you use show up magically. Of course, everything pre-made does, too.

I know we don't really have a choice, but does anyone else worry about where it all comes from? I mean, the meat--where does that come from? Is it even real meat?

[He thinks it must be, but...really. In the best case, there's some magical butcher in the depths of the Mansion, killing and slicing up magical animals. And Kaneki can think of lots worse than that.]
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[He's calm, composed, as if he's practiced what he's going to say over and over before turning on his device.]

Hello, Wonderland.

[Michael clears his throat once, though he's not nervous, even if a small part of him is uncertain if this will be well received.]

I've decided to...have a get together..a party.. on the rooftop tonight.

[The archangel had decided that he needed to know more of the citizens of Wonderland, and had figured a group setting would be easier for him. Take the pressure away, and not force his social awkwardness on one individual at a time. Yes, a group would be better.

If this didn't work out, then he'd go back to what he'd been doing before. Trying to be invisible, and staying off of everyone's radar.]

There will be food, and drink. Whatever the closet gives me. It will start when the sun sets.

[He nods quickly, then ends the feed.]

[ooc: Feel free to post starters that can be left open for others to respond to as well as Michael.]


Oct. 20th, 2014 02:09 pm
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[When the feed comes on it's to a dark room, lit only by candlelight. The curtains are drawn and not a sliver of sunlight is getting through. Wonderland has provided well when it comes to Vlad's room, and he's looking at the device with an expression of bemusement, leaflet loosely clasped in one hand. The angle is slightly tilted too, the Transylvanian prince not used to such technology. At least he's decided to look at it before chancing a talk to the network.]

Nothing about this place is normal, even when I read the information that was provided on the colored paper. I will not ask if there is a way out, there would be no need for us to be catered for in such a way if there was an option. That being said, who is in charge of the party responsible for finding the way out?

[He doesn't really want to introduce himself, somewhat wary after more recent events. That being said, it will be one way to know who here knows of him and his misdeeds. That and it would be rude if he didn't, merely giving the camera a nod. He's wholly unaware of the fact most would know him by his last name.]

My name is Vlad Dracula. Back home I was nobility, but I do not expect that to carry over here to those who are not of my realms. Should anyone have information to share that is not on this paper, then do share it.
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[ Crowley's dark wings loom dangerously behind him and not much of his surroundings can be see in the video, but it's probably hard to pay attention to the wall behind him when there's a livid angel on the screen.

His face is tense in a way few people have seen during his time in Wonderland. He's not annoyed or frustrated. He's angry.

John Blake is dead, but at least one of you already knew that, didn't you?

[ And, oh, is he going to teach them a lesson. ]

If you know anything useful, do share with the class.

[ OOC: All network responses are welcome. Action responses from demons will probably end in severe damage from Crowley, so if that's your bag, let's discuss it OOC first. If you would like your character to interact with Crowley about this after the event is over and he's a demon again, I will direct you to his IC contact post or you can just mark the thread as such here if you're concerned about it counting for AC. ]
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The fate of humanity lies in my hands. Should I miss even one soul, the new world would be incomplete. [There is passion in her voice - perhaps not as much as one would expect considering the subject matter - but her expression is impassive.] The god Bhunivelze woke me from my slumber and charged me with this sacred duty. I am not only following his orders.

[Here, she attempts a smile.]

I wish to see you, smiling within his new creation. Do not fight me.

[She holds out her hand, gaze entreating.]

It won't be long. Those you have loved and lost will be returned to you and your pain will fade into nothing more than a vague memory.

[Is there any difference between Angel!Lightning and Savior!Lightning?

Maybe not.]


Aug. 11th, 2014 02:04 pm
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[personal profile] maskuerade
[The camera flicks on and a black and red eyed man with a side cut and several pierces comes on the screen. He looks quite intimating, yet his facial expression is rather soft and calm. The background around him was white and rather dark, the only light seemed to come from the communicator-- was he under a sheet?]

I wonder how long I've been here. No one's come to say hi yet, am I the only one here?

[He stares at the camera now as his other hand flicks at his lip ring.] I guess I wouldn't need a communicator if I was the only one, I can talk to myself without this.

[Still doesn't make sense why--]

He pulls the sheet off of him, and it reveals something now that he hadn't seen before. The lights in the hallway that he had been sitting in were all off except the ones on and around him. The mirrors behind him now had writing on it. Some of it backwards, but the some were written so he could read it rather clearly.

Handwriting Fonts
Handwriting Fonts
Handwriting Fonts

and the last one, right above where he was sitting:

Handwriting Fonts]

Ah, I feel famous.
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I like that the assumption is that because we're here, Wonderland is doomed to face some terrible, agonizing, apocalyptic fate.

[ ehhh it's a pretty good assumption. if enough demons decided to get together and well, wreck shit, they could. but that's not the point here. ]

Meanwhile, a very real threat that could kill every single one of us with a few snaps of its jaws has been looming for moooonths and months and months, and nobody's doing a thing about it. Crazy right? But we're the problem. Keep telling yourselves that.

Oh, and the Jabberwocky says "hello", by the way.


Aug. 11th, 2014 11:24 am
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[When the video flicks on, it's to a ruffled young man looking none the worse for wear. His hair is a bit mussed, and there's just a hint of desperation around him, as if William can barely believe his luck in finding other people.

Despite the fact that the young man looks like he's just rolled in from the desert, when he speaks it's with a clear voice. He's very obviously someone who talks to others for a living.]

You'll have to excuse me for asking things you may have heard quite a lot before. I haven't had the time to go over everything just yet and, well, it's all very confusing. No offense to this place of course. Just, are we forced to stay here, or is there an exit? Not that I mind either way it's just that it doesn't look like a prison, so I felt it would be better to ask than to jump to an assumption.

If there isn't an answer to that question, maybe... I mean I shouldn't really ask such things, but you all might not mind it but...[Actually gives a wan smile, rubbing the back of his head.] ...How is this place for religion? Don't answer that if you don't want to, I was just curious with...things....

[Hmm. Maybe he shouldn't have asked that.] I forgot to say, sorry for my manners, my name is William.

03 | Voice

Aug. 1st, 2014 01:04 pm
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[personal profile] notrequiredtomakesense
[So Tybalt is still pretty freaking bored. Being a cat, this is not a good thing for the most part, though he's too faerie to really do destructive cat things.

Instead, he just pokes at people to see what happens. Today he at least as two reasons for poking.]

Do all the floors in this mansion smell like wild dog, or did I pick the one floor that does? It reeks and there are only so many air fresheners one can stick in your room before that's almost worse than what you're trying to cover up. And of course those air fresheners won't work beyond my door.

[The joys of super senses.

And no he's not mentioning what floor. He's bored, not stupid.

You're welcome, Teen Wolves.]
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[When the video feed clicks on, it's clear that it's not intentional. In fact, it's possible that no one's even hit the button, because there's not a face in sight. All that can be seen is a blurry image, one that's mostly still, of grey armour flecked with yellow, as well as some very fresh looking red.]

Command... Come in, Command. [The voice is weak, ragged, and it pauses for breath. Some might find something familiar in the voice, if they listen hard, but as it is, it's obvious the words aren't being directed to the network.] This is Recovery One. I'm down. South, she--

[Another breath, but it comes to an abrupt halt. It's in this moment that Wash has opened his eyes and realized that he's not where he was just moments ago.]

...What the hell? [Very slight shifting can be seen on screen, and off screen his head lifts slightly, trying to get a look around from where he lays on the ground. Something about this place seems familiar, but it takes him a few minutes to place it. It feels like forever since he's seen those stupidly perfect hedges, the checkerboard hill, and--christ, the mansion.] Wonderland...? I thought--

[...He's not actually sure what he thought. It's only now that memories of this place are returning; he's been here before, but somehow forgotten about it until this moment.]

...I can deal with this later. If anyone can hear me, this is Agent Washington. Apparently I'm back, and... [There's either a sigh, or a pained exhale. It's hard to tell which it is.] I could use some help.


Jul. 23rd, 2014 05:49 am
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[Annie set there on her bed, she held the phone above her head with her arms stretched out. She casually flipped through the video feeds, text feeds and any other for obvious breaks where she could see anyone she knew that involved themselves. The feed of herself was uninteresting, almost boring while she looked over things as a way to stalk people without following them.

After all, she'd been stuck in her room since she was with Armin. The entire situation still bothered her and even now, even weeks later she was still pretty depressed about it.]

Some people are just not meant to be in this world. It's just too much for them.

[Annie's tone is said in reference to others in Wonderland, clearly rabble-rousing.]
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[A monitor came on and began recording the movements of a platinum blond searching about the library. Integra's blazer rested on the back of a nearby chair as she climbed a shelf ladder and began inspecting a section of books. A library had information and she was certain there had to be a history book hiding somewhere. Her search so far had been fruitless but she hadn't given up hope just yet. Gloved hands were pulling out books and bright blue eyes quickly read their spine before shoving them back into their spot.]

Don Quixote, Clarissa, The Way We Live Now, The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire- Christ, you would think there would be some order to this library.

[She knew she probably had no reason to be surprised considering the type of place she was in but still. Her life relished in organization and therefore experiencing anything less was just frustrating. A brief scan of the rest of the shelf and her eyes caught the title to a very familiar book. She reached for the piece and pulled it out to inspect it.]

Bram Stoker. How ironic. [With a quick motion she turned and threw the book gently onto a nearby chair near her coat. Once again, her attention back to the shelves, she caught a glimpse of something hiding behind the books of the new empty spot. She reached her hand in there and pulled out a recording case labeled 'important'. At once her interest was piqued, she knew looking in here would offer some clues. After carefully getting down from the ladder, she moved to one of the record players and pushed the receiver with a click. At once the scratchy sound of the recording came into play and Integra stood still in wait.]

Find a safe spot to pull over. If you're on the freeway, taking the next exit is the safest bet, even if you have to drive on a blown tire. Otherwise, pull as far onto the shoulder as poss-

What the hell is this.

Turn on your hazard lights. Get the jack, wrench, and spare tire from the trunk of the car and bring them over to the tire that is flat. Use other tools or supplies-

[She turned off the recording, her jaw clenched and eyes livid. She wouldn't burn down the library just yet but she was certainly thinking about it. With smooth movements she reached into her coats pocket and pulled out a cigar. Lord give her strength lest she burn this thing right here and now.]
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[personal profile] skjalf
My lords, my ladies.

[ she addresses the network as though it were an extension of her uncle's court. and why not? manners in an unfamiliar situation seem to be the best course. demanding answers will get her nowhere, exactly what she does not want. ]

For those of you who may have heard of me or His Grace, my father: I am Elizabeth Plantagenet, daughter of King Edward IV of England.

I have been here some time, and yet find myself confused a great deal about many things. Including that odd experience in which I apparently attended a school for several days. How odd! I had thought that folk employed tutors and studied privately at home.

[ in any rate! she smiles sheepishly, still retaining some of that charm some might have seen in her over the weekend. ]

If any of you would be so kind as to assist me in this, I would be eternally in your debt.
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[It's hard to tell if Eren turned his device on by accident or on purpose. He seems pretty zoned out, not even looking at the camera.]

I hit my commanding officer off a motorized bike with a soccer ball.
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[ this message goes up late, to the point that it's actually early, and while allison knows she should be sleeping it's hard to get rest with the way her head is spinning. she's been doing a lot of thinking, a lo of checking, and now? ]

this might be kind of a weird question, but
has anyone here been in wonderland long enough that you kind of consider this place home?
I moved a lot back home and I never really settled in one place long enough to feel at home anywhere
and the one place that I kind of wanted to be home...it's complicated, I guess
I'm just kind of curious if wonderland could keep us here for that long, or if anyone really minds being here that long
even with all the events, and all the crap we deal with.
there's some good, right? somewhere?

oh, and happy one year wonderland anniversary to me.

[ she doesn't really want to think about how long this makes. about how allison can't remember the last time she was ever in one place, consistently, for this long. the one place she wanted to hang onto, the one place she had decided to feel loyalty to, to come back to, was beacon hills.

and she's officially lived in wonderland for longer than her entire time in there. even considering her summer off.

a whole year in wonderland.

allison sends off the text before she has a chance to think about it, before her mind comes back around to see who all is going to see this - from home, from here, wherever. she slides the phone under her pillow and sighs, turning back over. ]
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[personal profile] airshipswank
[ Buckingham, being the magnificent and universally beloved god that he is, has been utterly undeterred by Wonderland's musical program for the weekend. Wonderland's last event however, with its drab and colourless days, has reminded him of a long overdue matter in need of transmission: ]

My good people of Wonderland, if I might have a moment of your day! [ Pause to imagine the resounding Of course, Your Grace! and: ] My home knows me as George Villiers, their Duke of Buckingham, and you may as well, should... I've not yet been so fortunate as to make your acquaintance in person.

[ Cue the winning smile and kindest of kind unspoken thanks for enduring the formalities of such an introduction. As for the matter at hand: ]

I speak to you on behalf of the gallery I installed here some months ago, you... may have celebrated its grand opening on the third floor, just... near the library doors, room number four. I would certainly recommend a visit to all who have since arrived, but today I particularly address anybody who... might wish to aid in expanding its selection.

[ Buckingham nods to the scene behind him, and shifts slightly to grant a brief view of some of the works on display. ]

Wonderland houses such a wealth of artists, and I would urge you to call on me, should you ever desire to... share your work with us. We shall find it a deserving place at the gallery as soon as possible. I would extend the same offer to those who have acquired pieces from the vendors or elsewhere, and care to make them available to the public.

[ Cue once more heavy on the smiling, as the duke reaches to end the transmission. ]

I thank you kindly for your time, and hope the... rest of the day finds you well.

[[ OOC: You can find a little more info on the gallery here, and use that post anytime to have your character contribute art, regardless of whether you would like them to thread with Buckingham or not! If you have any gallery questions, just PM this account or ping me over at [plurk.com profile] pimpfox! ]]
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[The first thing one sees is Jane's face, her mouth pursed, as she sets her little phone up to record, then walking away to a whiteboard, as pure as snow, before picking up a dry erase marker. Glancing over her shoulder, Jane smiles at the camera.]

So, hello, Wonderland, I'm Doctor Jane Foster. I'm an astrophysicist with training in particle physics. You've probably seen me outside at night studying the stars or in the library. I'm working on a map of the stars and attempting to figure out for certain if this place is really a pocket universe or else a shared illusion. I'm edging more to the pocket universe theory since it's a bit simpler, and more probable. But it could also be a shared point in all the multiple worlds we're from. That's a really interesting idea that somehow there is something in Wonderland's makeup that makes it a commonality to all worlds. [she lapses into science babble, drawing a lot of elegant equations in neat handwriting on the board, the marker squeaking, before she pulls herself back together to speak at the device still recording]

Okay, so my question is, has anyone else wondered about how the various worlds match up even with the differing time-points from each world? And of so, will anyone be interested in a group to discuss findings? I'm also interested in any research or observations on hos this place works, and not just depending on the library for that. I like first person observations, please and thank you.

[Jane leans over to click off the broadcast with a smile of SCIENCE]

[ooc: I will be slow with replies until this afternoon]
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( text )

[ Because America is totally one of those people that stares intensely at his clock waiting for the hands to align on midnight of his birthday, the excited message is sent out at exactly 12am, July 4th. ]

Happy Birthday to me!! Congrats to myself for winning my independence and fighting my way up the world ladder to become a successful, autonomous nation (and the most industrious and rich to boot!)! Party tonight to celebrate my achievements and the achievements of all Americans in Wonderland because I wouldn't be anything without you guys! (Even though it is not my birthday at home the date here says July 4th so I'm going to celebrate it! Because it's the day that matters no matter what time has passed! Because FREEDOM!!!)

Everyone invited! (Even the English. Especially the English. Look what you're missing out on by being English and not American.)


( action - nightish )

will there ever come a day where I don't insert a million links into things? no, probably not )

[[ Open post for either action or text! Both prose and brackets welcome for action comments, feel free to make open comments, party on dudes. ]]
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[personal profile] climbed
[ when bran stark addresses the network for the second time in his stay in wonderland, it is far more grave than it was the first. the youngest of the starks--now the middle child, through the strange mechanations of this place--looks deadly serious as he addresses the camera, though he does still nod his head in greeting. there's an obvious tension to his shoulders, even as he speaks. ]

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

[ he hopes they are as good and kind as bran has so far been treated, and his fingers curl in his lap outside of the video, finding the cloak of one jojen reed, so far invisible to the camera, save for a couple of tufts of blonde hair. ] I come to you to ask for your help, and I'd be truly humbled if you would spare me a moment of your time.

Late last night, my companion became very ill, and though this is not uncommon, I fear that I-- [ his mouth draws tight for a second. ] I don't know how to treat it. He has a waking dream, where he begins to twitch and seize, and sometimes, foams here. [ bran reaches up and touches the corner of his mouth--the first sign of real emotion crosses his face beyond the princely facade he'd put on, eyebrows knitting together in serious concern. it becomes far more obvious that this child is just that; a child. ] Though he has woken, now, I don't know how to help him, and...I need someone to teach me, though I cannot offer much in return. He is very ill, and has been since his arrival here, I must--

[ "today is not the day I die, little lord" ] I cannot stand by while it happens.

[ bran looks off screen, swallowing a lump in his throat, and jojen murmurs something just loud enough for bran to hear--he returns to the camera and adds on; ] If Lady Rachel could hear me, I would like to speak with her as soon as possible, as Jojen has had a greendream.

Thank you, Wonderland. Thank you very much.

[ there's some fumbling and reaching, the video shakes, and then it clicks off. ]


Jul. 2nd, 2014 04:59 pm
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[personal profile] sorta_cinderella
 So now that the latest chaos is over, so comes the next stage... The 'comfort' after. I'd like to take the reigns this time, if I may.

[Saki Hanajima is in her room, the device laying against a mirror. She's painting her nails black, taking her time with each finger.]

In Japan, we have a celebration called Tanabata. You write your wishes on paper, and hang them from a bamboo tree. Then the tree and wishes are burnt, sending them off to be granted.

[She pauses to blow air on her pinky finger.]

It's celebrated on the seventh day of the seventh month... I'll take care of the arrangements. I'm sure we all have wishes.

[She waves her hand, another attempt to dry them.]

Hm... I wonder if this means someday Orihime and Hikobishi will arrive... We have so many western fairy tale characters, it seems a tad uneven.
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[ The camera is turned on, and Carlos leans back in his computer chair with a heavy sigh. He looks tired, but determined, expression grave as he looks into the camera… one hand resting on the back of the pug with its legs on his lap and its paws on his chest, chewing away on part of his lab coat. Her name is Curie. She likes shoes and- tragically- lab coats.

But only the business-causal kind. His formal coat and outdoor coat have remained untouched. ]

Well, it seems as if that last disturbance in our routine has ended. For now anyway. And I’m sorry to say that despite rigorous testing of the puppies and the molecular makeup of Wonderland both, I learned... [ He pauses, the words themselves hard to even get out. ]

…absolutely nothing. Not about the loss of color, or the loss of powers, or even the dogs themselves. Was it our eyes that were affected, or the actual makeup of the world around us? Were the dogs a coincidence, or did they somehow trigger the change?

[ He glances down at Curie and quickly pulls a pen out of his breast pocket before it can get anywhere near her mouth. He’s already lost two lab coats and a perfectly good loafer since this all started. ] I have to admit, I’m not used to this. Even in Night Vale- that’s where I’m from, by the way, such an interesting town- even there, I made progress. We discovered new things all the time. More then my team could even keep up with at first! But I’ve been in Wonderland more than a month now, and despite all my research, I’m not making the same sort of headway. Not at all. There’s just nothing worse than a problem you can’t solve, don’t you think?

[ He sighs again and finally picks Curie up to put her down on the floor to join the other three dogs that have yet to disappear. He's not sure why some of the pups in Wonderland have stayed and some have not- another mystery unsolved. Maybe he shouldn't have named them. ]
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This is impossible.

[There was a new arrival in Wonderland and she had just found her 'room'. She wasn't entirely happy with the number she had been given (666) but when she opened the doors she was shocked into a strange silence. The room had transformed to her own master bedroom back home. It was large and grand with a four post bed and every detail of her home had been put into the room. Hell, even the curtains were just as they had been before she had appeared here. She left her door open in her surprise and moved towards the bed.]

What kind of game is this. How would they know... [It didn't make sense! Had they been spying on her? Could they read minds? She sat down on the bed slowly and yep- this was her bed. A hand brushed along the bedspread feeling its rich soft fabric. It even smelled like home as if Walter himself were brewing her tea. Walter. Home. Those too things were probably gone by now and she was here wasting precious time.]

Well played, Wonderland. [Whatever magic this place was using it was definitely strong and this Hellsing heiress was determined to get to the bottom of this.]

To all you trapped here, who is responsible for bringing us here and who's bloody head do I have to cut off in order to leave. Some of us have unfinished business to attend to.

[You know, like a war against vampire zombies who are trying to take over the world. And Catholics. Can't forget the crazy Catholics trying to take back England.]

[OOC: Anyone on the 10th floor is welcome to go poke their heads through the open door!]


Jul. 1st, 2014 06:13 pm
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[personal profile] alifetime
If I'm going to be here again, I'd really appreciate everything back where it was before. I distinctly remember a naked Will Graham in my bed then that appears to be missing. If anyone can point him back to my bed in his previous state of undress, I'd really like that.

Should Will Graham be unavailable, I'll take a Doctor, Ianto or anyone with a good resume`. Please see Captain Jack Harkness, room 69 on the first floor to submit.

Well, hello again, Wonderland. While it seems some of our pig invasion has abated, can anyone explain why the mansion smells like wet dog and there's dog hair everywhere? Always thought I'd like a dog, but never managed to find the time for one. Now a pteranodon was another matter altogether, although I blame her love for barbecue sauce and dark chocolate solely on the Welsh.

For those of you I haven't met, I'm Captain Jack Harkness. Good to meet you all. I expect we'll see each other around sooner or later.


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