hamburellakind: (Oh yeah?)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
soooooooo.
i know it wasn't a thing from my world or anything so maybe it's weird for me to ask but uh
whatever happened to those glee club meetings?
i mean, i know kurt went home and all.
(which sucks, i miss my gay fairy dancefather so very much)
but like, after an event where we couldn't talk in anything but cheesy awful metaphors and shit, i kind of feel like going back to talking normally is almost kind of hard.
and you know what's in between those two things?
probably singing and dancing.
probably.
also kurt would want it.
or something.




SO YEAH santana?
brittany? (oh hey i don't think we've talked since you came back this time hi i'm santana's friend!)
blaine?
dave?
ummmm anybody else who used to go to those i guess?
wanna do one?
OH and everyone is welcome, obviously!
i can accompany people on the piano too so no excuses on that front!
usskickass: (*BLUSH*)
[personal profile] usskickass
[Beiste appears on the screen, looking suitably sheepish. This event kind of has to be hers, right? She'll apologize after, when it won't sound so silly. But for now, she holds up a book from the library and points at it.]

Now I know we all sound sillier than a dog in heat at the Indy 500 after-party, but I reckon that if there's a time for some two-hand, two-foot tango lessons, then why not while the monkey's toenail is painted purple, huh?

[She snorts a little, actually amused at how that almost sounded like what she meant. It really wasn't too far off from what she would've said on a normal day. Maybe she oughta reevaluate her normal manner of speakin', huh?

She gestures behind her, resisting the urge to explain how she'll be waiting "like a dumbfounded quilt on Santa's bed" in the "south side of a shakin' blender". Instead, she hopes showing she's in one of the tearooms will be enough.]


I've got it as ready as a catfish's litter box. Y'all come on down, y'hear?

[Oh, that one was embarrassing. Beiste blushes, waves a little, and turns the feed off. Time to straighten up the mats and wait for some students!]
masukukunai: (the start of something)
[personal profile] masukukunai
[The post starts out as a video. Yousuke just looks... Surprised. He runs a hand through his hair.]

Holy shit, this many?

Looks like we really need to start on that pamphlet...

[He shakes his head and turns off the feed, switching instead to text.]

A couple days ago I was talking with someone about the mirrors, just passing on information, and it sorta made me realize, there a lot of stuff us, uh, established residents know that newbies don't. Things about how the mansion works, and why, the residents, the mirrors, things that've happened in the past that were important. Sometimes it takes a really long time for them to figure that out. And it could end up being important, knowing the crap that goes down around here.

I know that usually people get helped by others when they first get here, but it's easy to forget stuff and they still might not get the whole story. So I was thinking, maybe we could work out some kind of pamphlet to hand out to newbies, or a whole shebang we can post somewhere where anyone could read it whenever they wanted.

Since we're getting this crazy amount of new guys in this time around, I thought about it again. It's just that-- well, I'm no good at writing and organizing and that sort of thing. But if a couple of us work together, it could totally get done.

So, who out there's good with details and nitty gritty like that? I've been here long enough that I can provide the information. Even just the basics of daily life around here could be helpful to anyone that's just gotten here.

And, uh, welcome to all the newcomers. Usually we don't get such huge groups all at once. Don't trample each other on your way in.
twangything: (fly the wind it will take me)
[personal profile] twangything
[ The camera comes to life, showing a young woman who's probably 17 or so, of apparent Asian descent, peering curiously at it. She smiles widely when she realizes she's figured out how to use it ]

Hello! It seems there are so many people here! I'd gotten used to only being with a few, this is so strange.

[ She gets a bit more serious, then, glancing around like she's looking for someone before looking back to the camera ] Also, if anyone has met men who go by Zulf or Rucks, or a young man with white hair and a Cael hammer... please let me know? We're the only ones left, really, from our home, and I'd hate to lose track of them.

Thank you!

video

Apr. 8th, 2013 10:24 am
ladyivegotpenguins: (14)
[personal profile] ladyivegotpenguins
[The video blurs at first, the picture turning and twisting between colors of blue and white as the owner of the device tries to figure out its workings. Finally the video clears and stills in an upright position - but maybe it would be better for all if it hadn't.

The face isn't a particularly scary one, but neither is it at all attractive. A whiny laugh accompanies the picture's clearing, sharp pointed teeth, an expansive white matted beard, and obscenely long nose are all suddenly visible. Ouch, yes, the view might physically hurt anyone with keen dislike for anything on the ugly or disgusting side of the scale.
]

There we go, there we go. All better now, huh? Though I'm not really sure who I'm talking to. [Faintly crazed laughter.] Maybe- oh, could it be? Has a princess finally kidnapped me for once? That must be it! Oh finally, I don't have to do all the work for a change! [His whining, scratchy voice almost cracks with anger on that last part, then immeditately softens.]

Oooookay, Princess. I'm ready to meeeet you! No need to be shy, I mean, I won't bite unless you ask me to.

[One eyebrow waggles. Yes, yes it does. He's old enough to be most individuals ancestors and he's implying- yes, yes he is.]
is0latedthinker: (I am not happy)
[personal profile] is0latedthinker
--ou give me directions?

[The feed's dim, but not completely dark, when it activates. It seems to tilt, and for a moment a flash of blue sky is visible before the screen turns back to shadow.]

No, I'm not interested in any of this. I don't even think I want to get into how I got here - I just want to know how to get home.

[He sighs. The vendor's refusal to answer is really starting to frustrate him - he needs to get back, damnit.]

Customers only, is that what you're trying to say? Fine, I'll buy something.

[The rustle of cloth is loud as he reaches for his wallet, only for his hand to close around the journal. He pulls the foreign object from his pocket warily. It's not his phone.

When he realizes it's recording, his bargaining with the silent vendor is momentarily put on hold.

The screen lurches, flashes of the landscape showing before it stops. A bespectacled man in his late fifties appears on screen, eyebrows furrowed.]


Hello?
hamburellakind: (You gon' get prank'd)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
[Somebody has to make up for not pranking on April Fool's Day. Somebody is going all out to do so.

Watch your step coming out of your rooms-- some of you have whipped cream pies set up right in front of the door. Others have the classic bucket on top of the door-- of course, this one is filled with flour rather than water. And you might need to hop a little to avoid that trip wire-- and the ghost (sheet with holes cut out) rigged to swing down and spook you.

Oh, and you might want to check your beds. There may or may not be some itching powder, rubber snakes and spiders, or plastic vomit there to greet you when you get in.

And if you happen to here some giggling from around the corner after you're hit, well. You might just catch the perpetrator before he flies away.]

07 [Voice]

Mar. 19th, 2013 07:26 pm
justlove: Benson Hedges - fun. (pic#5532973)
[personal profile] justlove
[Blaine's too incensed by recent happenings to make a video post, so today, he's just sticking with voice only.]

For the record, getting hit on the head by bottles of hair gel is really, really irritating. Especially when they're coming down on you at full speed.

And no, before anyone asks, I don't think this is funny.
appealingavarice: ([shield] my claws)
[personal profile] appealingavarice
[Greed isn't thrilled to wake up once again in a place he didn't go under his own power, but he's never been one to let the bastards see him sweat. The little machine that was tucked into his pocket is just enough like a radio for him to get the idea that you talk to it, and he's grinning as he does so, though it doesn't convey happiness so much as "gee, those look like some weirdly sharp teeth."]

Well, this obviously isn't a family affair. There's been an interior decorator through here sometime this century. So odds are whoever's listening doesn't know me.

[This is pointless, says Ling, but Greed likes this part. If he can't be a little dramatic, where's the fun?]

See, I'm Greed. Whatever you can think of, I want it. Status, money, power, sex... top of the list right now, though?

[The grin vanishes abruptly.]

Someone to tell me what the hell's going on.
chloroformedthejanitor: (FFFFFFFFFFFF)
[personal profile] chloroformedthejanitor
[Annie wakes in a room that is exactly like her own-- because it is her own, as far as she knows-- and gets out of bed to begin her daily ritual. Except when she grabs for the dresser drawers, still in not-fully-awake-Annie mode, she meets nothing but air. She looks down, finds her desk and then turns to look at the other side of the room, where her dresser is. But her dresser is always on this side of her bed. Right?

Well, whatever, she probably just got up and went the wrong way, it can happen to anyone. It's not a big deal, so she just walks across the room to her dresser but when she opens the drawers, she finds them empty. Empty. That's not okay. She has to go to class! She has to wear clothes to go to class, it's not like she can go in pajamas. Ugh, it's probably Troy and Abed playing a prank on her. They really need to stop coming in her room while she's asleep; she can only have that conversation so many times. It's a serious invasion of privacy, and she huffs out a breath, stalks to her door to tell them just how serious it is.

Except her living room isn't outside her door. It's just a hallway. A very empty hallway. A very,. very empty hallway. Oh crap.]


Troy? Abed??

[With no answer, she goes back into her room. Right. She's alone in a weird place and in a room that's hers but opposite. That doesn't make sense-- and Annie's been through some pretty weird things (doppledeaner, anyone?), she knows what she's talking about-- and oh god what is she going to do???????

Right, okay, she needs a plan. She can do this! She's smart! She can make a plan and get back to Greendale. Barring the possibility, of course, that she's in the darkest timeline somehow and no! She can't think like that. She just needs a plan.

Before she can make her plan, though, she's gonna need to move this furniture around, because it's really bothering her. A lot. So, if you live anywhere near the eighth floor, or happen to be passing by, don't mind the loud scraping noises and grunts coming from inside room 12, it's just Annie, organizing her life before she can figure out how to get out of this place.]
ahousedivided: You like it here. (This is worse than my nightmare.)
[personal profile] ahousedivided
[ Let's play a game of "spot the newcomer to Wonderland." Bonus points awarded for finding a person who clearly has no idea what modern technology is.

One of the wall terminals catches sight of a young man (or a boy, however you like to define this guy who looks like he's teetering on the edge between his teen years and twenties). His dark coat is dirty wool thing, caked with either mud or blood in some places. The only distinguishing feature is the green sash. In simplest terms, for those who would recognize this, it looks like this guy was plucked out of the American Civil War. By the bewildered look on his face, it looks like he thinks so too.

The guy looks around the entrance hall, baffled and lost, and then just fucking lies down. There is a moment where he has visibly lost the ability to comprehend reality, refuses to do so, and just lies down for a few minutes as he has an existential crisis.

After a couple minutes he gets bored of questioning life and gets up. Now he smiles, looking around in wonder like a dog who is experiencing snow for the first time. And since no one is around to talk to he thinks he'll just talk to himself. He obviously looks like he's about to unravel into another meltdown but is holding himself together with sheer force of stupidity will.
]

Alright, no problem. Yeah. This is okay. Being in weirdass dream world is okay. Don't think I fell asleep. Maybe a cannon took my head off and this is what people without heads dream about? Sure ain't heaven. I mean, sure it's a nice place, but God's house wouldn't be some old plantation mansion. Unless this is his vacation house where Jesus throws fancy shindigs. But if that was the case there'd be a party waiting for me. A big ol' "Welcome to Heaven, America!" banner hung up in the hall.

[ He pauses. Looks around. Pouts. ]

I deserve a party anyway. Where the hell is my party?

[ And then he starts wandering around looking for a party that doesn't exist. ]
thinblueline: (Default)
[personal profile] thinblueline
[Blake's been doing a lot of thinking lately. With everything that's been happening in Wonderland, it's really no surprise that his mind rarely stops. But it's important to take a couple moments and just breathe, right? Breathe, and get to know the people around him.]

[When he addresses the network, he's sitting atop a high surface in the library, legs dangling. His phone is held with an outstretched arm, recording at a distance to show something more than just the typical face shot.]


How's it goin', guys? Thought we could play a game or somethin' — maybe get to know each other a bit better. Kinda like a fill in the answer game? I'll start us off, you answer. Then you say somethin' and I'll fill in the blanks, if that's your thing. Simple enough, right?

So, say someone says, "If I were a pool toy..." you'd answer with "I'd be a beach ball, because they're colorful and round, just like me." You know, a revealin' answer, but nothin' too revealin', since there are prob'ly kids 'round. See how that works?

Anyway, here goes: If I were a superhero, I'd...

[A little too close to home? No way! Where better to hide than right out in the open. Besides, it's not like he's a card-carrying member of some super squad... yet.]
hamburellakind: (Distance)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
[John's got a tent up outside which he's stockpiling with food, just in case. He's been sticking mostly to the Cheetos and Mountain Dew line of thinking, so he hasn't really needed to head into the kitchen. Instead, you'll probably catch him going to the nearest closet inside the mansion, loading up, and then heading back inside. He's already given up on trying to blow the smog away, so he's got a gas mask on.

You might notice that, for a normally pretty friendly guy, John's keeping to himself an awful lot...]

Video

Jan. 30th, 2013 11:12 pm
thneedifestdestiny: No One Knows I'm Gone - Tom Waits (Today the name of Thneed is known)
[personal profile] thneedifestdestiny
[When the camera first turns on, the Once-ler seems...maybe a little sad? The last couple of events have been hard on him. First he turned into some highly symbolic bird and killed a possible serial killer some guy. And then, this past event, he got himself killed for being greedy curiously following a path of gold. How was HE supposed to know someone would kill him?

But, he's not someone to mope around! The best way to get himself feeling better is to get right back on track so he settles in front of the...say, was that little red light always blinking? Hm. Oh, well. He settles himself in front of the camera, surrounded by his remaining stock of Thneeds. There's about 23 of them, in various pastel colors - yellow, orange, pink, red, and purple, and they all look like sweaters with an extra pair of sleeve sewn together. The Once-ler himself is wearing a pink one as a scarf.
]

Hello, my fellow kidnappees! Those last few events have been such downers, haven't they? Good thing your very good friend The Once-ler is here to brighten your day with my marvelous invention - the Thneed!

[He holds one up and it looks...impressive? The Once-ler can sense the doubt in the viewers though, so he pulls it back.]

Ah, but I remember the last time. So few people had faith in my wonderful creation! People "gawked" at the prospect of a thing that could do anything! A thing that all of you need!

So, I'm running a special promotion, this week only, for potential new customers! If any of you naysayers can come up with a thing that the Thneed can't do, I'll let you have your first one on the house! That's right, I'm so confident that my glorious Thneed can be anything you need that I'll give you one for free if you can prove me wrong!

[He laughs, probably a little too confidently. This is going to be a disaster.]

Well? Any takers?
fearsnothing: (29 Ω my darling (completely torn apart))
[personal profile] fearsnothing
[ It feels much like as if she'd just tumbled down a rabbit hole for the umpteenth time in her life, with the exception that there is no hole and no white rabbit to chastise her for her tardiness. There is, however, a vast expanse of green terrain, a strange device in her pocket and the feeling that something is not as it should be: this is neither the exit to Moorgate Station, nor the surrealist cityscape she'd been faced with upon moments earlier. ]

Hello?

[ Why is it, Alice reminisces, that all of this should happen now; is it true that she really can't find her way home? Not funny, Cat.

Give her a moment (perhaps longer than she'd care to admit, but that's honestly beside the point when you find yourself somewhere you don't quite recall) to figure out what use this new object has.
Text? Why not. ]


Wonderland changes much and much too soon, doesn't it? How is it that I close my eyes for less than a second and my surroundings have morphed into something else entirely? There is absolutely nothing familiar about this.
Have you changed too, Cat? I would hope not; I've grown fond of your mangy self. But the question remains: are you watching in amusement as I attempt to figure out where to go from here? How am I to find my way if I have nothing ahead of me to anticipate? There is no more train, no more ruin, no more filth and corruption - there must be a catch; nothing ever changes quite this quickly, does it?
I would appreciate an honest answer: where am I exactly? What is this building? Where are you, Cat, and where is the Hatter? The Queen? The Carpenter, perhaps?
It is not as if I will run out of time, but my patience still wears thin; I do not appreciate being played like a fool, especially not after all that happened.

Sincerely yours,
Alice
forevercapslock: (THE BERLIN WALL OF TEXT)
[personal profile] forevercapslock
OKAY, I KNOW THIS IS COMPLETELY POINTLESS. THIS TYPING UP SHIT FOR PEOPLE TO SEE THING, I MEAN. MEMOS NEVER WORKED OUT FOR ME BEFORE, EXCEPT TO MAKE ME ARGUE WITH MYSELF ACROSS SPANS OF TEN OR FIFTEEN MINUTES IN SOME SORT OF TEMPORAL CIRCLE-JERK THAT ONLY EVER MADE ME LOOK LIKE A HUGE BULGE-SCRATCHING TOOL WHO HAS NO ONE BUT OTHER ITERATIONS OF HIMSELF TO TALK TO.
BUT I GUESS THAT'S BASICALLY WHAT I AM ANYWAY? SINCE NO ONE IS ACTUALLY READING THIS, IT'S FAIR TO SAY THAT DESPITE THE TEMPORAL LIMITATIONS OF THIS NEANDERTHAL CHAT CLIENT, I'M REALLY JUST TYPING THIS FOR MY OWN BENEFIT SO THAT I DON'T SIT HERE STARING AT A BLANK SCREEN, SCREAMING AND SCREAMING AND FUCKING SCREAMING SOME MORE UNTIL SOMETHING RUPTURES.
ANYWAY, THERE IS ACTUALLY A POINT TO THIS POINTLESS MEMO AND I'M FINALLY GETTING TO THAT. IF YOU ACTUALLY READ ALL OF THIS, HERE IT IS: THE POINT.
I AM GOING TO COME TO YOUR RESPITEBLOCK IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
I AM GOING TO STAND NEXT TO YOUR HUMAN BED WHILE YOU SLEEP
AND I'M GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FUCKING FACE, EGBERT.










WHY AM I SURPRISED THAT THERE IS NO FUTURE ME CHIMING IN HERE TO TELL ME TO SHUT MY SEED FLAPS? HOW AM I GOING TO KNOW WHEN TO STOP SHOVING MY FOOT DOWN MY OWN WINDTUBE WITHOUT FUTURE ME TO TEXT-WALL ME INTO CONFUSED RAGE UNTIL I BECOME HIM AND COMPLETE THE LOOP BY SCREAMING AT PAST ME?
FUCK, I ACTUALLY MISS FUTURE ME.
YOU'VE DONE IT, UNIVERSE.
YOU'VE WON.
hamburellakind: (...)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
i think something made me hurt people last event.
and i'm really sorry for that.
that's about all i can say, i guess.
um.
bye.

[Video]

Jan. 27th, 2013 11:02 pm
righteously: ([Purgatory] Dangerous smirk)
[personal profile] righteously
 [The subject that appears on screen looks like something straight out of a horror flick. He's covered in blood, covered in mud and muck, and he stares grimly into the viewfinder like he might actually murder the camera itself.]

Alright, I'm not even gonna ask what's up with the smart phone, because frankly? I don't care.

[Being reverse pick-pocketed by the apple store is the least of his problems.]

How do I get to the highway?

[He could explain that he's got a brother to find, that he's circled this place for four goddamn hours and found nothing but wall, that he's running on empty and exhausted and that he's had to stop himself no less than six times to keep from jumping some idiot civilian because he's still on edge, but frankly, it's nobody's business. Instead, he barks out his question, stares at the camera, and then switches it off.]

[video]

Jan. 27th, 2013 07:24 pm
petabytes: (-Ashamed)
[personal profile] petabytes
He... hello...? Is anyone there...?

[The words are spoken laboriously, obviously only making it out of their host after fighting through several layers of nerves and a gate of chattering teeth. The video feed shows a small, disheveled figure, caked with sand and struggling to keep herself under control.]

I’m... I’m sorry if I am intruding, but... I don’t know where I am. Th-there’s a network here, and I didn’t think it was restricted, but... if it is, I’m sorry... I didn’t see anywhere else to go...

Are any of the other students here...? Was I allowed to leave? I don’t remember how I got here... I’m so confused, I don’t think I can take it...

[She takes a moment to regain her composure, brushing a few grains of sand out of her feathered hair. It seems she was unfortunate enough to have washed up on the beach, and hasn’t had a chance to clean herself off. From what’s visible in the feed, it looks like she’s just entered the mansion and collapsed against the nearest wall.]

I didn’t want to come much closer just in case I wasn’t allowed inside, but... it’s so cold out there, I had to take shelter... Is anyone there...? Can... can I please stay inside? I’m so sorry....
hamburellakind: (Disguised)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
[John's not himself. He's clearly some other person.

He's in disguise.

The cameras in the hall pick him up every once in a while as he walks around, twirling a hammer in one hand. He's decked out in the best jokester outfit ever, and is clearly on his way to enact some mischief of some sort.

Feel free to poke him anywhere you like, on the comms or otherwise. Just be ready to play!]
radiopalkiller: (this accomplishes nothing)
[personal profile] radiopalkiller
[ If you stay in one place long enough you can dust off your memories and start counting the people who've stuck around with you on one hand. Or you can be lazy about it and send a text message instead. ]

Two years, three months and twenty-two days, give or take a holiday or two. Who offers more?
hamburellakind: (Whoa shit what)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
[So, since their one year anniversary had fallen during an event, John and Dave had agreed to put it off until later. And since Dave was usually the one coming up with the romantic stuff for them to do, John had insisted on planning what they'd do and making it a surprise.

And then John realized how hard that was and oh my God what even could they do and then he had an idea but he needed to put it together and wowowowowowow this was a bad idea he should really leave this to Dave.

But finally John gets things together and he messages Dave and tells him to wear his god tier stuff and bring his sword and meet him in the pool.

John's decorated the pool. )

[[Anyone who wants to come in and visit when John is getting this ready is free to!]]
masukukunai: (I know that they end)
[personal profile] masukukunai
...Did anyone survive that last event?

[Yousuke seems tired and upset, and well... disappointed. In himself, most likely, as his eyes seems to wander around everywhere but directly at the camera.]

That fog was from my world. It was a lot more aggressive and fast than it was there, but it was the same. We were able to stop the source back in my world. But here, it was like there wasn't one.

In the end, I... I couldn't do anything.

I'm sorry.

[He sighs heavily, and adds mostly to himself:]

It would have ended up the same way...

[text]

Jan. 7th, 2013 11:48 am
givesyouaboner: (pic#)
[personal profile] givesyouaboner

It certainly is quite ironic that I should end up in a place called Wonderland shortly after losing my head. Unfortunately I can’t say I’m thrilled to be here or anything. I was in the middle of trying to fix things. Couldn’t this have waited at least five minutes?
There should be some sort of etiquette before someone just goes and starts snatchin’ people up from their home worlds and all. It’s one thing to be inconvenient but this is another thing entirely.
How does this place operate anyway? I assume this is a completely separate plane entirely, but what about time? Is this some sort of Narnia bullshit where time back home is completely frozen or does it continue on despite my absence?
eatsyourscience: (anything less than the best is a felony)
[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Souji's outside in the garden, but the fog makes it difficult to tell where, exactly. It's very quiet, though, with the snow and fog deadening all the noise.

He's wearing a pair of black framed glasses. Unusual for him, since he doesn't normally wear glasses.

He stops peering at his surroundings and holds up the camera at face level to address whoever might be listening.]


Don't you think it should have snowed instead of raining yesterday?

[That would make sense in early January.

He takes a few steps through the snow and he doesn't seem to be having any trouble navigating through the fog.]


This isn't ordinary fog. Be careful.
canyouseeme: (suspcious)
[personal profile] canyouseeme
[Jack has never felt more betrayed in his life, and the traitor in question is the wind. One minute he was just soaring along, trying to decide whether hitting a town with a snowstorm over Christmas break would be an appreciated bonus or an empty joy since classes were already cancelled. The next minute he was tumbling roughly out of the sky. He shakes his head, his blurry vision coming into focus to reveal an unfamiliar forest that definitely was not below him a few minutes ago. The wind has always taken Jack where he wants to go, but now he's not even sure where he is.]

Did I black out?

[Jack talks to himself. It's a habit you pick up when nobody else can talk to you.]

That's never happened before.

[Maybe he ran into one of North's portals? He scans the sky, looking for some sign of that awesome sleigh, but there's nothing there. He looks around the nearby woods, but doesn't see any yetis or six-foot rabbits or any of the other creatures that tend to kidnap him. He grins.]

It looks like after three hundred years I'm still finding new ways to get into trouble.

[Feeling that walking might be the safer bet, Jack makes his way out of the woods.] )


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[personal profile] bigbrothercoop
[The camera feed turns on and you can see Cooper looking around his room with an angry look. He's not satisfied with what he sees and it is clear on his face. Suddenly he turns and you can see his face clearly. His visage changes and he is smiling warmly.]

Hi. Cooper Anderson. I'm sure that you've heard of me. That's probably why you've taken me.

[He pauses, as if waiting for an answer or some applause. When it doesn't come, his smile falters.]

I'm going to need an upgrade. This room is too small for a person of my stature. Where is the bidet? Where is the minibar? I am an internationally beloved spokesman for the internet's fastest growing credit score website. The least you can do is give me a bigger room?

And where am I? I wandered around, but I didn't see anything other than a garden. And I didn't see any people. How can I really explore my character roots if I don't have people to draw off of? If I have fans here, you can't keep me hidden away. It's not fair to them.

Really, though, I have to get back to California. I have an audition for a little medical show you might have heard of? Private Practice? I really need to get back. So, where's the exit? Or my limo?
hamburellakind: (Justice)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
so dying still sucks.
shock! awe! nobody is surprised!
anyway, i was thinking about how bad this particular death sucked and i remembered we hadn't done a hey how many times have you died survey in a while.
and i'm kind of curious if anybody is close to five since.
i think i'm on...three.
which is like shit
a lot.
i mean, not even counting all the times i've died back home which.
uh.
well let's not get into that.
so how many deaths are you guys on?
hamburellakind: (Whooooshing along)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
[Normally, folks returning from any time back in their worlds are a little confused upon returning to the mansion. But John's not quite himself at the moment and, well. This place falls just fine into his delusions.

He runs through the halls, arms out to catch the wind as it passes, his hood streaming behind him. The camera angles change rapidly as he moves. It's almost as if the mansion is trying to keep an eye on him, lest he run directly into a wall or something.

And given the brief glimpses the cameras capture of John murmuring to himself, that seems like a pretty likely possibility.]

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