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[John who did not forget about April Fool's day like some people might have got up early the day of the first. Like, Midnight early. Because he has capital P Plans to enact and honestly you don't realize how hard it is to tape up plastic wrap until you're trying to make it as tight as possible and you can fly sure but you're still ONE DUDE and okay like it's just an awful lot of work to do a good prank so you need a few hours for MAXIMUM COVERAGE.

So yeah, basically expect to find plastic wrap spread over door frames, toilets, all over furniture, horses, dinosaurs, your bed while you're in it possibly...

Of course, tape and plastic wrap can only be so quiet. John's good, but maybe not THAT good.]
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[Guess who's in a tutu, twirling across the main entrance hall?

No, Kurt Hummel is not back.

It's Santana Lopez, suddenly shorter and younger and nicer! Her ballet twirls are inexperienced, but she has pretty good form. She's humming to herself, grinning. Which is not a usual sight for the normal Santana, so now would be a great time to meet up with her, hint hint!]


[...Okay, so she just tripped over who-knows-what. She's still in a good mood.]

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Mar. 17th, 2014 12:19 pm
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[ she's been missing for a month. cora doesn't know it for certain, but she can sense something is different about wonderland. it's the smell, the way the leaves crunched differently beneath her feet when she walked out of the woods earlier that day. she can't quite put her finger on what's different, but she knows that the world she had left behind earlier that morning (five weeks ago) has somehow shifted on its axis. ]

[ however, despite her suspicions, cora's not going to bother with the pleasantries. nor is she going to bother to ask. she doesn't do network posts — doesn't see the purpose in them — but she'd been out for a run in the woods. she'd gone out in hopes of pushing herself out of her negative headspace, but has only seemed to dive further in it. ]

Throw a dog a bone.

Anyone know any good jokes? Could use a couple. My brother doesn't smile much and it'd be nice to see him :) for once.

Or :D if I'm lucky.

[ ha ha. something is off and perhaps it's because derek hale has learnt how to smile. ]
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[Still not having learned his lesson about showing his face, the feed starts and immediately gives its audience a view of a helmeted face. Despite all the questions he gets about it, he still doesn't even think about it before starting the video.]

So I'm sure this has been asked before. Probably a lot, actually. A lot of you might be sick of answering it, even, but I'm curious.

[That's a good way to start one of these things, right? Let everyone know they'll probably be bored by what's coming? That'll really draw people in.]

How long have you been here? And what's the longest someone's been here, if anyone knows? [His head tilts just slightly, giving him an inquisitive look. However, his voice flattens a little as he continues.] I'm just kind of looking for an idea of how long I'm going to be here. Though with this place, I'm betting the amount of time varies too much for any sort of pattern.

[He'll just huff over that for a minute because man, he'd love for there to be a pattern or some clear schedule to this sort of thing. He hates the disorder of it all so much.]
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[ alright, let's get one thing straight here: clarisse hates mazes. so, as luck would have it, she finds herself surrounded by bright green shrubbery in every direction and she is not happy about it. she doesn't even bother asking why she's here. she just gets straight to business and the feed roars to life. kind of literally, actually. the daughter of the war god is someone to be feared when she's angry and she's not going to take no for an answer on this one. ]

Alright, listen up, punks. I don't know where I am, nor do I care. But someone thought it'd be funny to stick me in this godsforsaken maze.

[ a beat. ]

Yeah. Well, guess what? I'm not laughing. And if someone doesn't get me out of here, I start trimming hedges and busting the head of whoever's bright idea this was. Got it?

[ she holds up her sword. her very, very lethal sword. she may not have her spear anymore, but she's just as good with a sword. and she knows she can't get out without help so this is her, er, "subtle" way of asking for backup. just don't expect her to thank you for it. ]

See this? You don't want me to have to use it.

[ she's about to cut the feed, when something else occurs to her. ]

Oh, and if anyone's seen a guy named Chris Rodriguez, you sure as hell better tell me or it's your head next.
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[ One minute, you're minding your own business in camp, enjoying your victories, and ignoring the impending doom that is becoming a constant cloud over your head, and the next, you're appearing in a mansion.

At first, Leo's ninety percent sure he's getting some weird dream vision from his dad again. Supposedly Zeus put a stop to those, so he's a little impressed with Hephaestus' tenacity, but after a hard pinch to the arm, he's sort of figuring out he's actually awake right now, and someone just transported him out of nowhere to somewhere else. Was it Gaea, or was it something else entirely? No one had ever been able to do this before, and there's something on his person that wasn't there before, like a little phone, so maybe it was his dad--

His mind is racing, to the point where his body is hot to the touch, and then there's no warning and he just lights up, flaring wild orange and red in the middle of the hallway. It's that that brings him back to the present, and Leo swears, loudly, and tries to calm himself down--by the time his fire's been put out, he's standing, butt naked, in the middle of the entrance hall.


The little device he found himself with, however, is unharmed. The demigod pretty much scrambles across the room to find a tapestry to duck behind, covering the important bits, then squints at the device, just laying there, innocently.

There's a moment of indecision before he dashes across the room, grabs it, and runs back. A little curious tinkering reveals the capabilities of the device, and Leo clicks record on the video setting. He looks a little singed, and is holding the device far enough away from his face so that you can just see the tapestry and part of his naked chest.]

So... Am I posting to some kind of kidnapee network? Uh, hi, my name's Leo, and I think I just got kidnapped too, and, uh...

[ He winces, and tries for a smile that might be sheepish. ] Can anybody bring me some clothes?
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[ when the camera first turns on, the feed is still moving, looking a lot like a home movie might with the person in front of the camera trying to get it set up straight. and then when it stops, mary margaret steps back into the frame, smiling brightly once she's set up.

around her is what looks like a food-network style kitchen, somewhere between homey and industrial, with so much baking supplies pulled out and set out all over the counters. mary margaret's got an apron on, with a floral print, and the sleeves of her blouse are pulled up past her elbows. she looks excited, and when she settles into the spot she's decided on, her hands move to her hips. ]

Hello, Wonderland! For those I haven't had the chance to meet, my name's Mary Margaret. I've been here in the mansion for a little while now, but this is my first announcement so far.

[ for a brief moment she looks almost self-conscious, muttering a i hope i'm doing this right under her breath before she takes a deep one, straightening back up. excited, remember? ]

When I came down to the kitchen today I noticed it was much bigger than it has been. And with an endless supply of materials, I figured it would be worth reaching out to the network. [ does her smile brighten a little? maybe. ] I'm by no means an incredible chef, but I can make a few pretty good dishes, and I do love to bake. If anyone has some free time, or would like to learn how to make a few basic dishes, I'll most likely be here all day.

There's plenty of room in here for anyone who might be interested, and for those who might not want to make anything at all, I'm sure we'll have extra food if you're hungry. Don't be afraid to just stop in!

[ a wave, and then she's leaning forward again to turn the feed off. ]

private texts&action )
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 [At first, there's just a different voice. Slowly, you'll see her pale face.]

... Well. This is new.

[She could be talking about the device she's fiddling with in her hands. Or, this girl cloaked entirely in black - hair, fingernails, flowing dress and cape - could be talking about the fact she's sitting on a chair that's wobbling over a 'crack' between floating debris. She kicks a bit to see some bits of floor rise up.]

This may be the oddest dream I've ever had. Except when you are in a dream, you never acknowledge it is a dream. So either I'm not dreaming, or this is the most meta and bizarre dream I've ever had. Therefore, if it is a dream, I should have the power to bring forth anything I desire within the realms of my imagination.

[So she concentrates on the area in front of her - it looks like one of the hallways, perhaps on the upper floors. Concentrating... Concentrating... Why in the world is she saying all of this out loud...]

... No all you can eat banquet is appearing. This is disappointing and frightening.
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[Emma is really, really not a huge fan of heights. Flying was never a problem, but being stuck like this with a damn near infinite drop waiting for you if you take one wrong step?

Not her idea of a good time.]

So, here's a question for you. Who out there is able to move around without fear of plummeting to their death?

[First off, she's jealous. Second of all, she might have a favor to ask of you.]

Also, is anyone else nervous about-- you know. Rolling off in their sleep?

Anyway. I got lucky enough to end up over by the diner. I was thinking if there are people out there who are able to move freely, we might organize some supply runs for those who got screwed and trapped somewhere without food or water or other essentials.

Private to Henry Mills )

Private to Mary Margaret Blanchard )

Private to Regina Mills )


[For now, at least, Emma will be settling in at the diner -- she's not going very far without risking one of those lethal drops, after all, though she was lucky enough to only have a few smaller gaps to jump in order to get here in the first place. A mug of hot chocolate and a few phone calls later, she'll be feeling adventurous again, but for the time being, she'll be doing what she can to help people organize and make sure her family is all accounted for.]
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[John lucked out. He didn't get hurt during the event, and the people he cared about who did were, at least, not on their last death. He's aware that's a pretty thin definition of "lucky", but, well. He's in a somewhat better place than some of the others around, so.

Maybe it's his job to cheer everybody up.]

hey guys!
so i thought we might be in the need of some entertainment.
just some cheesy, funny stuff.
like movies!
dumb ones and good ones but all funny ones and i am marathoning them all day so if you guys are up for it just head on over!
i have a sheet hung up and a projector and GHOSTBUSTERS i mean can you go wrong?
(i have other movies too. it is not just a ghostbusters after ghostbusters after ghostbusters marathon even if i have maybe done this once or twice.)
i made some popcorn and stuff too so just come for food if you want!
i don't care. let's just laugh for a while, okay?

[And with that he bounds off to get more stacks of DVDs and bags of popcorn ready.]
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[Kid is outside, bandanna tugged high and scuffing a boot through the snow.] So how's long this whole winter bizniss last, anyhow? What's a body meant t'do, all this snow an' such? I been cooped up indoors way too long. S'quiet 'nuff 'round here 'tween events--now I reckon I'm goin' stir crazy.

They's gotta be a way t'pass th' time durin' th' cold.


Got a piece of information fer y'all, s'well. Meant t'say somethin' sooner, but life an' such got in th' way.

Las' time I talked t'the Duchess, she said somethin' 'bout handin' th' Vorpal Sword t'the Jabberwock. Jus' lettin' th' monster have it. Dunno 'f that was the crazy talkin' or 'f she was serious, but either way--monster wi' a sword like that ain't somethin' I wanna think on.

Ain't sure what t'do 'bout it, but figgered y'all should know.


Jan. 18th, 2014 12:17 pm
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[Early in the morning, not long after the Midnight Channel broadcast, Souji decides he has some 'splaining to do. He fires up the old network device, but isn't really sure how to go about this.]

I can't explain the armor, but these broadcasts...they come from my world.

[It's not easy to tell from his tone whether or not he's affected by what he saw, especially for people who don't know him well. In reality, it's hard for him not to feel agitated in response to it. He spent a year hyper-alert to this thing, after all, and even after the time he's spent in Wonderland, it's become a habit to react this way.]

I don't think you should worry about what it shows you. It's probably not real.


This sort of thing used to happen sometimes. Where two events got mixed together. It's been over a year though, I think.

[He can't think of anything else to say that would actually be helpful. He had thought of offering to explain the broadcasts, but he's alarmed by the fact that he can't remember what they're called. After a couple seconds of dead air, he shuts off the feed.]


Jan. 16th, 2014 06:40 pm
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[The camera unfocuses for a moment before focusing back in on...Brittany. Of course. It’s her camera, so why wouldn’t it be her? But she’s not alone. There’s an adorable miniature pony at her side...with a horn on its head...and the sounds of a chirping squirrel can be heard coming from somewhere just off-screen.]

[Brittany, of course, sees nothing wrong with any of this, and is happily spinning in her chair, wearing her pajamas, despite the fact that her hair is has been expertly styled, and her makeup is impeccable. Beside her, the usual decorations of a youthful teen girl could be seen. Bright colors. Stuffed animals. And a particular picture seen hanging on the wall right over her bed.]

‘sup, Wonderland. I’m Brittany. And this is my new show, the Wonderland edition of Fondue for Two.

...well, four, if you count Lady Winny and Sir Squeakums over there.

[More chirping, as if the squirrel were responding to her. The unicorn remained silent. Content with just sitting there and looking fabulous. As she should. Santana, on the other hand, is sitting nearby but away from the furry creatures, looking...like she is doing this out of love. Being the first semi-guest was not on her to-do list, especially after her experience with the show back home. Again: for love.]

We’re here to bring you the latest and greatest of Wonderland’s cheezy news. [As she says this, she leans forward and reaches down to pick up...something speared onto a large toothpick and covered in Fondue goodness. She makes a show of eating it. Because cheezy fondue. Get it?] And, I guess, whatever else we feel like talking about at the moment.

So if you’ve got the goods, feel free to call in. After all, sharing is caring.

[And then, just before she lets it go to the phones...or Network, or whatever, Santana decides to speak up:]

Do it or Imma break some kneecaps.

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[Sometimes, you feel like shit and nothing in the world seems like it's going to fix that. And sometimes, that means you start moping in public without really realizing it.

Which means random strangers are like dude, what's up? But in a more old-timey sort of way because this guy seems old-timey and eventually you start talking and he's like, how about we do something you'd do back home to cheer yourself up? And back home is, like, more years ago than it should be, honestly, but you remember just before the game started there was this video that came out. And it was so stupid. So stupid.

Sometimes, you feel like you need to be stupid again.

So you and Ben wander around the mansion (after a brief explanation that all he really has to do is point the camera at you, which he catches onto like a goddamn pro). You don't bother with the mask thing, you just stick your hood up over your head and keep it hovering with windy powers and yep, you look like some freak with a long neck who is somehow insanely cool.

Time to point at some innocent bystanders with the purest essence of funk on your side. And maybe chase some people, y'know, whatever seems stupidest at the moment.]
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The others have filled you in on the situation, so I'll make this brief.

[ Those who knew Chihiro in the present might be shocked by her calm and serious demeanor - not quite the shy and stuttering programmer they were used to. ]

In our time, the network has been down for years, but I still retained record of all of the publicly available conversations for posterity. I've encoded them all and left them here on a flash drive, in my room.

Our timelines are identical up until the moment we arrived here, in your present. The network posts from our timeline extend a couple of years after, so they are in your future. Because of this, I believe it's too dangerous to make them all freely available. I've declassified all posts relevant to our situation in the our time and what steps could have been taken to prevent it - steps that you will all be in a position to implement now.

I can make unrelated information about the future available upon request, but keep in mind that not only are these posts from an alternate timeline you will no longer experience, but that looking to access any posts pertaining to your personal lives will be distracting from the issue at hand.

The rest of the posts, I've placed behind heavy encryption. I'm confident that nobody but me will be able to crack it - if I am replaced by the version of myself from your time, she alone will have the ability to access them, and declassify them at her own discretion.

My apologies. This wasn't brief, after all.

I will be available by all channels if you have any questions or require any assistance. Fujisaki out.

[ The sign-off is a bit odd, but is probably normal for a post-apocalyptic resistance member. ]


Feel free to respond to this video post, or use this post to run into Chihiro about the mansion, send her text messages, etc.
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[ Like all of the other residents of Wonderland, Sam has noticed the Christmas decorations that have sprung up over the past few days. He's looked around at the garlands, the tree in the hall, the cracks all around with the writhing vines underneath. The latter, he especially made a point of investigating, squinting very intently at the grey, and then at the slits in the air. It's all very concerning to someone who not only specializes in the weird and typically dangerous, but also to someone whose brother has gone missing. So, here he is, on the network, with a calm, but wary expression. ]

... As much as I want to wish everyone happy holidays, I don't think we can sit back and relax on this one. People're missing, and I have a few names, but if you're missing someone, ring in here and let me know so we can get a complete list. And... be careful what you touch around here. Going on experience, I'd say that whatever the mansion is doing is only going to get bigger. And probably more dangerous.

[ There's a pause. ]

I think they'll be back. Their stuff's still here... It's only a matter of time before--

[ And he stops short, shifting to genuine confusion. Surprise. And then: ]

And... watch out for the, uh. Mistletoe.
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[It's bright and early Thanksgiving morning that Dean appears on screen. Well, maybe not bright- he's sending this out at the sharp point of six in the morning, and the sun's not quite up yet. He doesn't sleep much, especially not when he's got stuff to do, and he's been thinking about this ever since the leaves started changing.

The plan was to do most of the work on his own, but standing there in the kitchen, flour coating most of the surfaces, flour sticking to his cheek, flour everywhere... in retrospect, maybe he could use a little help.

So he sends out a broadcast, figuring people'll stumble on it whenever they wake up during the day, and it'll kill two birds with one stone. He can wrangle help from the people that are willing, and it'll give a few hours notice to anyone that decides to just partake in the eating part.

Either way, his tight smile looks distinctly harried when he starts talking.]


[Sort of a generic, broad greeting.]

I'm, uh- not really sure how much most of you guys know about America- or... you know, Earth, but whatever. The point is, we've got this holiday in America called Thanksgiving, and it's pretty much the best holiday that exists anywhere ever.

[Oh, Dean... You don't have to lie to the nice people.]

There's a long drawn-out crappy historical story about Native Americans and Pilgrims, but since like half of you don't even know what those things are, I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Point is, every year on the last Thursday of November, families all get together and eat a crapload of food until they feel like they're gonna pass out, and talk about stuff they're grateful for. But mostly, it's all about the food and the putting up with one another. I figure, well, we're all kinda stuck here, right? That's about as close to family as some of us're ever gonna get, and- yeah, some of you are family to me. But even if you're not, I thought we ought to have a real Thanksgiving. Kinda put all the crap that's been going on behind us for a day while we stuff our faces with something that isn't... you know, each other.

[He shrugs a little. Zombies, man. Like it or not, somebody tried to eat somebody that last event.]

So, I figure we'll do that up in the bar around six. In the meantime... If anyone doesn't suck in the kitchen, I could... seriously use a hand. Or like twelve hands. I got like eight turkeys that ain't gonna stuff themselves, if I have to peel one more potato I'll shoot myself, and I'm pretty sure the oven just called me a name.

[He's not joking. It rhymed with rooshrag. He scowls at it, and it... Doesn't do anything. Because it's an inanimate object. In his defense, it does look particularly menacing about not being sentient. It's a sure sign that if he's left alone in that kitchen he's going to lose his mind and bake himself into 2 and 20 blackbird pies.

With that said, he cuts the feed.]


[Later that night, the bar is decked out in holiday themed decor. There are paper hand turkey strings and decorative leaves, tables are pushed together into long, room-spanning lines and covered with nice white table clothes. There's enough food to feed a small army and then some, and it ranges from the traditional things (turkey, mashed potatoes, corn) to... less commonly found items (white rice, cucumber sandwiches, bowls of gummy bears). In typical bar fashion, the beer is bottomless and abundant.

The whole place looks damn nice, which is good because Dean seems to be a hair away from having some kind of damn breakdown and stabbing someone with a two-pronged fork. People can serve themselves and fight for elbow room, but as far as the host is concerned, his mission is accomplished and the only thing he needs in his life is a giant flagon of beer and a viking-sized turkey leg.]


[This broadcast is post-dated 1 week, and officially going to take place on the holiday itself. To make sure everyone has time to tag at their leisure around their holiday plans, I just wanted to get it up in advance, so feel free to take your time / prioritize the event / postpone until after the holiday / whatever your jam is!

This is a mingle log! Please feel free to make use of the sub-threads, tag around, multi-person threads promote holiday togetherness, all that good stuff! The invitation is nice and broad, so everyone is welcome! Happy holidays! C:]

[ action ]

Nov. 18th, 2013 06:50 pm
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[ Chihiro used to be out and about in the mansion a lot more - she was rather quiet, never saying much, except for the occasional pleasantries or pre-emptive apology for some imagined transgression. As time went on, however, Chihiro started appearing in public less and less. The events kept getting harder, more taxing. People she knew kept vanishing for good, without any warning. Every project she started wound up at some dead end. Knowing she could get sent back at any moment - not back home, but back to the Despair Academy, locked in with a group of would-be murderers - such a thing did quite a number on her motivation to try and make a better future.

Once she finally emerges from her room, craving some kind of comfort food the closets won't give her, she's an absolute mess. She's not at all composed, fairly scruffy even, having the look of someone who'd either slept too much or not enough. Her hair is in tangles, her normally well put-together wardrobe forgone in favor of some wrinkled pajamas. One might find her on her way to the kitchen, or on her way back, not even bothering to address anyone she passed by.

Her communicator was left in her room, untouched for days - she couldn't bring herself to bother anyone with her own problems, to take attention away from the efforts to get everyone - that is, everyone else - back to their homes.

After all, a strong person didn't need to rely on other people... right? ]
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::The weird stuff happening on the other side of the mirrors with the pleas for help written on them was worrying although not yet an issue. Then the roots broke through and escalated things to definitely a problem.

Since then, Ed had been spending his time fighting the roots with a sword he made for the purpose. He didn't want to risk one of them grabbing his arm and taking him down. Unfortunately for him, while the roots don't seem to get tired, he does and he started slowing down. Not much but it was enough to let one of the roots wrap itself around his left arm and stab into it past his shirt-sleeve. After he regained consciousness from that, he was aware that he felt a bit... off.

This is mine now, came his own voice from inside his head. Time to see if my dear little brother made it over to this side, along with having some fun.::

Get... out... of my head...

::Ed fought with his mirror for control but his mirror won the struggle after a few minutes and he straightened up.::

I don't think so.

(([personal profile] seekinghome is The Real and [personal profile] emptymetal is the Mirror. Please specify which one you want.))

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What the FUCK is wrong with you?! [Whoops, sorry for your ears folks. This accidental transmission is starting out loud and screechy.] Why would you go and CHANGE?! You were ACTUALLY ALMOST KIND OF COOL!

[The actual video is taken from where the comm has been dropped on the floor, laying sideways and pointed at John's feet. Which happen to be stomping angrily for a few seconds before stuttering to a stop.]


[Quincy giggles and crouches to snatch up the comm, peering into it with a manic grin that looks out of place with John's blue hood framing it.]




[Another demented chuckle and then the feed ends.]
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[Kid's been a bit scarce lately. The past few events have been downright miserable and have made him withdraw quite a bit. He's mostly been wandering the grounds or fixing up weapons in his room. Now he figures he's had enough time to deal with the crap that's happened and goes to address the network.]

Figger we could all use a drink after all that. Gonna be bringin' some more Caelondia spirits t' th' tavern...bar. Bringin' some vineapple chowder 's well. Anyone want a bite an' a drink, I'll be waitin'.

[He nods.]

Tha's all.
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[ Later that night, after this post has aired, Jack Sparrow and Hector Barbossa made their way to the grounds to rid themselves of that horrid, evil spirit bound in literature. This is the aftermath of that joint venture.

The feed opens up to both of them, standing side by side, silent and still, eyes focused on something just out of view of the feed. It takes a few seconds for Jack to remember that he'd started up his communicator but, when he does, he brings his attention back to it.

His face is even and his voice level as he speaks and, despite the sun having set a few hours ago, there's still enough light for both of them to clearly be seen on screen. Weird.

Nobody panic... but I think there is a fire.

[ And with those troubling words, Jack flips the device around and you're greeted with the sight Jack and Hector had been staring it. It is, indeed, a fire.

And I don't mean a campfire or a bonfire. No, I mean half the mansion grounds are legitimately on fire.

This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill.

And then, calmly and unconcerned, Jack and Hector's voices drift through the speakers, as though they weren't witnessing a horrendous natural disaster occurring right before their very eyes.

For the record, I'd like to state this be your fault. If not for you, nary would I have wandered down here. [Because, no, he'd have just burned it in the stove or the microwave most likely.]

You were the one that decided to read futuristic porn, mate. Not me.

Wouldn't have read it if I knew it were porn, would I? Still your fault.

Is not.

Is very well so.

Is not!

It very well is so, and you know it.

[ Yeah, they could on like this for a while. Someone might... want to do something about that fire, though. ]
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[Well, now that that whole mine business is over and done with, and he finally (finally) has gotten himself clean of the ick and gore, despite it still staining every piece of clothing he owns, he can get back to what he was originally doing, which is, of course, boning up on future-speak so as all the better to listen in on conversations that have in times before left him two steps behind.

And so that means reading future literature, as so much of a culture's thoughts and ideals can be found in what they study and write about. That, at least, has held true through some of the nonsense he's picked through. Magic, according to some; science, another. And all manner of things that he's grateful come illustrated, as it's hard for him to picture such things as 'cars' and 'trains', much less machines that fly through the sky.

However, he's hit upon some particularly bad literature in his wanderings, and while he's mostly skimming for the gist of things, since spelling and grammar and all manner of things is still somewhat unfamiliar, this one in particular has caught his eye, simply for its sheer terribleness.

So when the feed kicks on, Hector, settled at the table of his cabin room with a bottle to one side and a stack of books to the other, simply gives an amused look, before holding up a book, cover side to the communicator.]

Been doing meself a bit of research, ye might say, on what you lot find worth reading. For the most part, I'm impressed. There be a wide enough variety of nonfiction that's interesting enough. But then...I found this. [He waggles the book side to side for a moment.] I've no idea what this is supposed to be about. It's so terrible I can't force meself to actually read it. For instance:

[He clears his throat, pulling the book back to him, flipping to a random page. Really, the tiny print of the future is terribly hard to read, but he's going to make the best of it.]
“So,” I prompt.
“I like the control it brings me, Anastasia. I want you to behave in a particular way, and if you don’t, I shall punish you, and you will learn to behave the way I desire. I enjoy punishing you. I’ve wanted to spank you since yo-

[He pauses, eyes moving as he reads ahead, flipping forward in the book and sampling again, and one last time, before blanching and slamming the book shut.

That not enough, he pushes it to the edge of the table with a finger as though it's a live thing, and when that still doesn't satisfy him, it's picked up and bodily thrown to the other side of the room, upsetting Rose, who's been quietly sitting on the monkey swing in the background until now, and she gives a loud screech, diving away.]

I'm not one given to vulgarities overly much, mind, but just what in hell is wrong with you folk. First there be that internet porn, and now this? Honestly, either you're the most gutless group of soft nancies I've never before seen, or there be something seriously depraved about the lot of you, between that mess and the sparkly vampires, and gods only know what else, as I'm not sure I wish to investigate much further in your fiction.
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[Carlos has been having a very...emotional week so far. First he kills Cecil by opening a door due to his blasted curiosity, which is probably karma biting him in the ass for when Carlos almost got killed. Second, he finds out via dubious sources (aka Crowley the snake demon) that there's a chance Cecil will come back to life hale and hearty. He's still not sure if he believes that this is possible for even Wonderland to do.

He is, however, willing to give it a chance. He'll shelve his grief and sorrow for a few days, and if it turns out the information is false...well. Carlos decides to cross that bridge if he gets there.

Maybe it's not the most healthy reaction, but Carlos isn't in the mood to care at the moment. He throws himself into his work, starting with doing some research in the mansion's library. After a couple of hours, he thinks he's stable enough to pester Wonderland with more questions.]

A question for the people who have been to Wonderland the longest. Has there ever been any experiments conducted here? I'd like to see the notes, if any have been taken, and perhaps recreate the experiment to see the results myself.

[He pauses for a moment to think.]

Also, I'd like to compile a scientific journal, if you would, on any experiments conducted in the past and the ones that may pop up in the future. At least this way we could have the information all in one place, and I wouldn't mind making paper or digital copies for anyone interested in reading up on it. If there are any other scientists in Wonderland, I'm hoping we can collaborate on this...project, I guess.

[Another pause and Carlos decides that this is about all he needs at the moment.]

Thank you for your time.

[And he cuts the connection.]
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[He's actually stopped lurking around in the dead of night after what seems like forever, and has actually made his way down to the beach, which in and of itself is something of a miracle. He's avoided it as much as possible, considering it still had that hemmed in, trapped feeling the rest of the grounds and mansion do, and it's more suffocating than relaxing, at least to someone used to the real, wide-open ocean.

But he sounds positively pleasant, in the best of moods, which while isn't at thing that's exactly rare, given recent happenings that tone is sure to be a tip off for at least one person in Wonderland.]

Well, another done and gone, and I suppose we have nigh just over a week before the next. P'raps the next, at least, won't be so ridiculous. I still can't say as I understand the whole superhero and supervillain business. A bunch of codswallop if ye were to ask me.

But it do raise a good point, along with another that were brought up before that last...Event, as ye say, was upon us. And something that I'm sure we can all say has been more than a little frustrating, from time to time, as there be such disparity between our wheres and whens.

[He pauses, as Rose climbs up him like a jungle gym, right to his shoulder, covered in sand where she's been running this way and that along the beach.

And seriously he's being completely altruistic when he continues:]

Why, I'll be honest here and say half the time I nary understand what ye lot are even going on about. Terms and phrases that do mean one thing in me own where and when, that seem to mean something completely different to another. Oh, I know I could take the good Mister Castle's suggestion and dig it up in the library, but words on a page hardly give the nuance the spoken word do. And when it's something written by you lot for you lot, they're hardly taking folks like meself into account, now are they.

Which, of course, brings me to me point. We get on well enough, after plenty of hemmin' and hawin' and finding the context in between the words but I'd say it'd be a fair sight easier if we were all on the same page. The King's English has changed quite a bit in between mine and your'n, and I'm curious as to just how much. I'd daresay we'd find our exchanges a wee bit...Cleaner, with that knowledge in hand.

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so is it just me or do things seem a little more...
idk, active? lately?
like i mean we have always had stupid high crime rates, obviously.
but shit's just been going nuts lately.
is there something in the water?
full moon? (no offense to the werewolves on the good side.)
i mean, not that i don't mind the work out and all.
just kinda wondering if there's not something bigger going on.
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Up-and-coming field correspondent and reporter Evie O'Connell has a question for you. More than one, actually. Probably two, or three. No, actually, the narration lied, she's got several pages' worth of inquiries to make and no, she won't stop knocking on your door or pestering your neighbours for information until she's got her answers.

...which is probably why she often finds herself tied to chairs on the edges of moats filled with piranhas, making dangerous enemies with the local mob, or having amusingly terse lunches with public officials (the last one, comparatively, isn't so bad). With this sort of nosy reputation, you might not be surprised to hear the following on the air:

"The situation is, as of yet, developing, but the self-professed 'Don' of the family is being brought up on
serious charges of money laundering and fraud after we located their central production storage facility-"

"Mr. Peters insists the cause of local bovine mutilation is aliens-"

"We're on the scene at the Wonderland City Bank where an armed robbery appears to be taking place at the
hands of famed criminal, Apogee, who has kept police out of what has turned into a hostage situation-"

"-the real question we should be asking, citizens, is this: are superheroes worth the risk? Can singular individuals handle that
responsibility, and are we relying too much on the goodwill and charity of benevolent figures that could just as easily turn
and use their powers for personal gain? Whatever the case may be, we owe a great deal to these men and women for tirelessly keeping
crime in check and these streets safe. This is Evie O'Connell for Channel 5 News, live from City Hall, pleasantly persistent
and doggedly determined to give you the best."

What we can take away from this is that, like any good reporter, she is a dreadful busybody and always trying to worm her way past the yellow tape, even if it means sidestepping the authorities to get choice, firsthand material from the criminals that wreak havoc in this godforsaken place.

It's a dangerous business, wanting to know everything.

ooc notes under the cut )


Sep. 6th, 2013 12:43 pm
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...Hello, everyone.

[ Chihiro isn't quite sure where to begin - so much has changed overnight, and she has so much to say about it. ]

I just wanted to let you all know... this is... this is my event. These are my memories. When I woke up, I thought I ended up back in my world for a moment... everything is almost exactly the same as I remember, including... including this letter.

[ She holds up a small envelope, marked "Chihiro Fujisaki", and shows it to the camera. ]

Back in my world, we were trapped in a school like this, and we were told that our secrets would be revealed if we didn't kill someone. I... I don't know what kind of secrets you all have but... please... nothing is worth killing someone else for.

...One of my classmates suggested... that we all admit our secrets, so that we could be sure nobody would kill to keep them. And... I can't ask all of you to do that, but... since this is my event, I feel like I should take responsibility. So, I'm... I'm going to tell you all what this letter says.

[ Her hands trembling, she opens the envelope, taking out the small paper inside. She clears her dry throat before continuing to speak. ]

H-here it goes...

[ With a deep breath, she reaches within herself to find the strength to admit her secret to everyone, drawing on the resolve she had felt when this had all happened to her before. ]

It says...

(Warning: Dangan Ronpa Spoilers!) )
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[Poor Tohru's been working incredible amounts of overtime lately.

Aerith vanished not long after Ruby did - and Tohru is sad, of course, and she will always miss them both, but she's barely had any time to grieve. She just launched herself right back into her work, because if she didn't, then who would run the diner?!

She knows without another cook or two that the diner can't possibly survive much longer, but she's barely had a minute to even think about that. For the last several weeks she's practically lived in the diner, and when the diner had moments of slowness she's had her nose in books, trying to teach herself some of the recipes that Ruby had never gotten the chance to. She's doing everything she can, and she's appreciated all of the help she's received, even if all of her offers have been for waiting tables and washing dishes.

Very early this morning, the camera catches Tohru...sleeping. She's sitting in one of the booths with a rag in her hand and her head resting on her arm. It's entirely obvious what happened - she was cleaning up and closing when she just started to nod off, exhausted from her long days. She might have thought that she'd just rest her eyes for just a minute or two, and then just...accidentally fell asleep there for the night.

And that's it. That's the video. Just a small glimpse at how tired she's been. First person to turn up gets to wake her up, everyone else still gets a mortified Tohru who is super embarrassed that the network caught her sleeping that way, oh no!
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[Gabriel's sitting at a booth in the diner, with one very large milkshake and two empty glasses next to it. It's nice, not having to worry about your metabolism. He could easily snap the used glasses away, but his concentration's blown. And what little he has is currently focused on his comm.]

For all that knew him, Balthazar's gone.

[He might have been his Father's Messenger, but he's not really feeling into embellishments at the moment. That's the truth, and that's all he's writing.

Time to get back to destroying milkshakes.]


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