unsleeved: (hrm)
[personal profile] unsleeved
[Not exactly a fan of the new decor (and the new dangers- who the hell leaves syringes lying around and suspicious bits of broken glass on the floor next to beds, anyway?) of the Mansion, Daryl had grabbed his shit at the first sign of trouble, hauled ass to the woods, and has stayed there ever since. Sure, it's cold as hell outside and the bed in the room he'd picked out had been pretty damn comfortable- not that he'd been able to enjoy it for more than half an hour at a time, of course- but he sure as hell hadn't been about to stick around and wait for things to get worse.

Which, if the more recent videos and messages he's seen are anything to go by, was clearly the right decision. Things are getting worse: the food, the sickness... He gets that it's all part of the event that's happening, but it doesn't matter; he still wants no part of it. As such, when his feed opens the background is a cold, cloudy grey sky, marked with bare trees and the occasional sparkle of snow blown off of the branches.

He'd considered just staying out of it, keeping to himself out here until it all blows over... But in the spirit of returning the favor of the people who'd helped him when he'd arrived, he has an offer to make.]


Things ain't lookin' too good with the food in there. [He turns to look off screen briefly, and when he looks back the hesitance is probably obvious on his face... But he soldiers on anyway.] I got some stuff here, small game mostly... It ain't much but it ain't green, neither. [Beat.] ...It's more than I need.

[Okay, maybe he'd gone a little overboard; he has way more than necessary because apparently, old habits die hard. There's no group to look out for here, but he can't just let the surplus go to waste, especially not when food is once again a concern for everyone else.]

[[ooc: feel free to reply via video, text, or head over for some small woodland animal on a stick. Or all of the above. Whichever!]]
allthehype: (donut holes)
[personal profile] allthehype
I CAN SEE THE SKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

[ I hope you enjoyed your hearing while you could, Entranceway, because now you're all deaf. It's obvious the girl hasn't noticed her communicator or the fact that she's dripping wet and in a swimsuit during winter. No, no, she's way too busy leaping for joy to notice that superfluous shit, nearly in tears by this point. ]

The sky! It's right there, the sky! The sky, the sky, the clouds, and the SKYYYYY! I-- I, oh, I've got to run laps! Run laps outside! I'm OUTSIDE! Haha! Yes!

[ Feel free to catch her doing just that-- running laps around the Mansion at an impressive speed. Alternatively, you can deal with her confusion in the kitchen once she realizes that donuts aren't the answer to all of her questions. ]
petabytes: (AE-Ponderous)
[personal profile] petabytes
[ An unexpected notification sounds on Karkat's husktop, with a strange message. ]

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whatseparates: (so what's your story?)
[personal profile] whatseparates
[Now that the mansion and its residents are no longer contending with pollution and starvation, Jack has cleaned himself up and donned one of his usual spangled masks.]

[Locked from Chell]

I...have a question.

Um.

How do you tell if--if you like somebody?
canyouseeme: (silhouette)
[personal profile] canyouseeme
Why is this happening and who do I have to punch to make it stop?

[Jack has made it as far as the beach seeking out better scenery, only to be greeted by a roiling tide of oily slop and garbage. When he'd first seen the smoggy skies and felt the burning in his lungs, he'd tried using his control over the wind to clear the air, but all he'd managed to produce was a dark, toxic-smelling whirlwind. Next he tried flying above the toxic clouds, but the pollution just stretched endlessly above him. Eventually he'd been grounded completely, his lungs on fire and his head dizzy. He doesn't really need to breath, being essentially dead already, but it's clear that confronting the clouds directly was not been a good decision for his overall well-being.

Now walking along the beach, his feet covered in sticky black sludge, Jack leans a little more heavily on his staff than usual. Every once in a while he coughs up something black, looks really annoyed, and mutters to himself. To take out his frustrations he begins picking up random bits of trash off the beach- bottles, cans, the occasional shoe- and batting them as hard as he can with his staff. Some of the weaker pieces freeze and shatter instantly on contact, but others make it far out into the ocean, slowly sinking back into the sludge. This probably looks really odd for anyone who doesn't believe in Jack, as from their perspective there's just a lot of trash spontaneously exploding or leaping back into the ocean by itself.]
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...]
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.
whatseparates: (cut your teeth)
[personal profile] whatseparates
[So the last thing that happened to Jack was turning into a horrible foggy moth monster and attacking what few acquaintances he's managed to maintain--and that was enough to put him on the retreat for a few days. Then there was talk about impostors, about hunting them down and killing them.

Considering he'd recently turned into something other than himself, and not fully understanding the whole kitsune concept, he thought it wise to just keep laying low, lest someone decide to hunt him down. After all, he's obviously dangerous.

But all that seems to have calmed down, so he opens a cautious transmission. He's wearing one of the spangled masks Buckingham gave him--he feels strange wearing his original moth mask after actually becoming a moth of sorts.]


Is...it over?

[Not that this means he's going to show his face outside his room. Someone might still be holding the whole shadow thing against him.

And frankly, he's a little ashamed to face them.]
speaksforthetrees: (Don't get me started on the trees)
[personal profile] speaksforthetrees
[Someone has had just about enough of the mansion and has decided he's taking his furry self out into the forest for a while. He has missed communing with the trees. Even if they're mostly sleeping, right now.

With the snow and all, The Lorax has actually donned an appropriately sized sweater and scarf combo. It's not the most dignified thing, but it'll do, given the cold.

The video switches on to find the Lorax digging through some snow. The camera's not high off the ground, probably perched on a log or rock a few feet away. The Lorax doesn't notice it's on and keeps digging, sighing sadly every once in a while.]
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!]
aquarium_tipper: (bust a cap)
[personal profile] aquarium_tipper
thii2 wa2 2uppo2ed two be okay.
but iin2tead iit2 more liike fuckiing everywhere, and iit2 not goiing anywhere whiich ii2 such a 2urprii2e.
cap that wiith an endquote riight now.
iit2 everywhere and we're doomed.
doe2 anyone fuckiing care.
oh 2hiit.
2HIIT.
2hiiiiiiit.
Status: MAGE_FAULT_IN_NONMAGED_AREA

Info: An error occurred transferring execution.

Techincal information:

*** SPCMDCON.SYS - Addresss FBFE7617 base at FBFE50000, DateStamp a1a10000
=> FACTORIAL
(fucking FACTorial 20)
=> 2432902008176640000
>> Error: -1 is not a valid argument to WONDERLAND.
>> To not get fucked over, type :CONTINUE followed by an option number:
>> 1: Return to Lisp Toplevel.
>> Debug>
(defun wargames:thii2-ii2-a-no-wiin-2cenariio ()
(if (error "pu2hiing the button would be 2tupiid."))
(pu2h-the-button))


[While still possibly able to type, albiet like above, anyone who runs into Sollux might find something like this instead. we dont have a madoka cast atm so i dont feel bad using this edit He's just really lonely and hopeless and blind to the truth.]
0ll1350u7135: (G0 CH03K 0N 4 8UL3G)
[personal profile] 0ll1350u7135
[Friendly reminder that he died yesterday on his first day...]

WH3R35 MY H4ML37?
H45 4NY0N3 533M MY H4ML37?
0R MY R4D HP7 WH33L2H?
D1D 50M3 5CUMP84G 74K3 17?
WH0 D1D 17
WH0 DUD 7H3 7H4NG?
1 D3M4ND 70 KN0W WH3R3 MY 7H1NGS 4R3 I0U 57PU1D N00K5UCK3R27H



[Translation:
Wheres my hamlet?
has anyone seen my hamlet?
or my rad hpt wheels?
did some scumpbag take it?
who did it
who dud the thang?
i demand to know where my things are you stupid nooksuckers

Also a friendly reminder to fill out the text-opt out if you wish to opt out.
]

[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?
itsahotone: (you can not do this to me)
[personal profile] itsahotone
[At first, the fog was just annoying. But then a whole day passed. And then a little longer.

And it was beginning to really get to Santana, but she didn't know why.

You know, other than the whole annoying thing.

She figures it's just the overall gloom and all, but she can't get rid of this pressing...something.

When she opens her mouth, she kind of wants to barf.]


What is the deal?! Can't we just get like, some huge wind machines and blow this shit away?!

[Ugh ugh ugh. So much for calmly stating a slight displeasure.

It's like the fog wants to eat her. Which is not impossible in this place.]
ijustwantasong: (concerned)
[personal profile] ijustwantasong
[Tina stands in front of a gothic-style door on the sixth floor, fiddling with a matching black key featuring elaborate loops and hanging from a chain around her neck. She pulls the necklace over her head and, with a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and unlocks the door. She steps through the doorway, only to find herself back in the corridors of McKinley.

She spins around at the sound of her own voice, coming face-to-face with a version of herself - with no coloured streaks in her hair, the change of wardrobe she'd been considering, and an air of coldness surrounding her - talking to Jacob Ben Israel about starting her senior year. She watches in horror as her double (her future self?) speaks in harsh, clipped tones to a small Japanese girl following her, who is apparently her personal assistant, then mentions breaking up with Mike (and wow, if that isn't a punch to the gut). She can't tear her eyes away as the scene continues, seeing herself confident to the point of arrogance, all sharp edges and words, and she can't help but think that her future self must be screaming inside.

Her surroundings fade and Tina finds herself back in the mansion. She barely notices that the door has disappeared as she leans back against the wall and slides down to sit with her knees against her chest, her head tilted forwards so her hair hides most of her face.]


Is there a way to just stay here and never go home?
freetobe: ([sad] alone)
[personal profile] freetobe
 [Castiel is standing in front of a Christmas tree. He's been locked away in a different dimension, and he's only slowly gathering information about what that entailed. The door has been easy to find - it's white and blank except for a few strange symbols in silver letters. They are Enochian and spell his own name. However it was meant to open, the key is out of his reach. 

Mirror alter egos. Castiel's mirror has bested him before he's even made sense of his new surroundings - much less of the mirror dimension he's been locked up in. Which is why he's currently lost in thought and frowning up at the garish angel stuck on top of the Christmas tree as if it holds all the answers and is to blame for his predicament as well. 

If he goes uninterrupted, he'll stand there the whole night, all through Christmas Eve. He doesn't really have any connection to Christmas as humans celebrate it. 

All he wants for Christmas is told by the way he absentmindedly runs his thumb over an amulet he holds in his hand. Castiel needs it to find God, has borrowed it from Dean for this purpose. In this place he thinks he might not ever find Him, and with his brothers not even here to hunt him down he feels a strange sense of wistful loneliness.]

paper_knight: (jones beach)
[personal profile] paper_knight
[Let's backdate this to not-Christmas-Eve, ok? Ok.]

With a little extra motivation behind him, Mark's found his door hidden in one of the stairwells. It would be quite ordinary, a replica of Mark's front door at home, but the light that shines through the glass is an unnatural red, and no matter how hard he looks he can't seem to make out what's on the other side. And the lock...the lock, unsurprisingly, is Weird Puzzle Shit, multiple spinning dials of numbers and colored lights and odd symbols.

Mark's crouched down beside it now, working on it, cross referencing the symbols on the door with the articulated segments of his equally bizarre, code-drenched key.

After yet another unsuccessful combination (trial-and-error is an important method here), he sighs and stretches his back with an audible crackling sound. Solving two puzzles at once is hard.

01 [Video]

Dec. 11th, 2012 11:10 pm
ijustwantasong: (concerned)
[personal profile] ijustwantasong
[The video clicks on to show Tina sitting just outside the mansion, peering at the journal.]

So, I'm guessing that this thing is supposed to work like a webcam or something? [She pauses for a moment, looking unsure.]

It's nice to know that I'm not the only person stranded here, at least, though I haven't come across anyone else yet. This place is so strange. I tried to have a look around inside but nothing looked familiar and I just ended up out here. [She gestures vaguely towards the gardens behind her, glancing around at her surroundings.]

If you look past the whole 'suddenly dropped in an unfamiliar place' aspect of it, this quite a fascinating and beautiful place. I'd want to explore the place if it wasn't for, you know, [She takes a deep breath in, looking down and struggling to keep her voice steady] being on the verge of freaking out because I just want to know where I am, what I'm supposed to do here and where my friends and boyfriend are.

[video]

Nov. 20th, 2012 10:23 pm
bicorn: (pic#3684050)
[personal profile] bicorn




Thanksgiving is Lord Tubbington's favorite holiday. Even though he won't be here on Thursday I wanted to make these to celebrate.
forevercapslock: (THIS IS RI-GODDAMN-DICULOUS)
[personal profile] forevercapslock
[For those who prefer ACTION/DUMB ACCIDENTAL VIDEOS Karkat is standing in the garden just after it's gotten fully dark, scuffing his feet in the dirt. There's a dented watering can in the grass next to him, looking like he might have drop kicked it and then found it and retrieved it because he felt bad about it.

He lingers out there for awhile, occasionally muttering to himself, then takes out a cigarette and lights it. He brings it to his lips several times, but never manages to psych himself up to actually take a drag.

For those who prefer
TEXT there is the following network post:]

IS THERE SOME TRICK TO SMOKING THAT I HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT?
THIS WHOLE THING IS SERIOUSLY BOGGLING MY FUCKING MIND.

WHY IS THIS SO FUCKING DIFFICULT?
speaksforthetrees: (Pretty please?)
[personal profile] speaksforthetrees
Soooo.

[Ahem. Time to break out the big cute eyes.]

I've started running out of my marshmallow snacks. Anybody willing to bring me a couple more bags? I'm just on the edge of the forest.

Uh. Thanks! In advance.
onetruepurring: THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEALLLLLL (CRAAAAWLING IIIIIN MY SKIIIIIN)
[personal profile] onetruepurring
[If you are three floors up or three floors down from the third floor, there is a sudden sound. It's loud, it doesn't sound human, and it's full of a combination of fury and grief. If you're outside, it's hopeful that you're able to dodge the random heavy shit that suddenly shatters the window, falling down from the third floor.

A few minutes after, the feed from Nepeta's communicator suddenly turns on. Her room is completely trashed. It's like a tornado went through her room and wrecked everything. Nepeta herself is in a clear spot in the middle of the room, her back to the communicator. Her shoulders wrack with silent sobs, and doesn't appear to have noticed that she's being broadcasted.

There's also olive green blood staining her garments, especially in the back.]
forevercapslock: (LET THIS BE YOUR INSTRUCTION MANUAL)
[personal profile] forevercapslock
[TEXT]

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE?
AM I THE ONLY PERSON HERE WHO'S STILL MYSELF?

IF THIS IS HOW HUMAN HOLIDAYS NORMALLY ARE, I'M BEGINNING TO RETHINK MY ALREADY VERY LOW OPINION OF THE SPECIES.

SPEAKING OF
WHERE THE FUCK IS JADE?


[ACTION]

[Other than glowing and having sharper than usual fangs and wanting to drink blood, Karkat is pretty much still Karkat. Just, you know, convinced he is and always has been a rainbow drinker.

He's been wandering around the Mansion, glowing in the-- Well, actually, he's glowing whether it's dark or not.

And he thinks all of you are ridiculous.]

[Video]

Oct. 28th, 2012 07:03 pm
thisisherson: A House Is Not A Home - Dionne Warwick (A chair is still a chair)
[personal profile] thisisherson
[Kurt is in distress. Unfortunately, he's also only just barely recognizable. His face is mostly his own, but his hair has lengthened to a bob and it's mostly blonde, with just a few brown ends that are quickly fading away as it grows. The video is also suspiciously angled to avoid his chest.]

You know, I was just starting to think this event would be okay. Lady Gaga is inspiring, and there are far worse things I could be forced to dress up as. But this?!

[He gestures VERY ANGRILY to himself, in a circle.]

This is going too far.

[For a second, he looks like he's going to make demands and insist Wonderland fix this right now. But then, he sighs, and looks a little defeated.]

I know, I know. Complaining won't do anything - I just wanted some confirmation that I wasn't the only one suffering here. Thanks.

46: video

Oct. 26th, 2012 11:28 am
paper_knight: (why me)
[personal profile] paper_knight
"Hi--would anyone be willing to conjure up a flashlight or two for me?
At the moment I can only manage these."

He holds up a carved turnip containing a flickering candle-stub.

"Not really ideal for exploring. And the sun doesn't seem to be coming up any time soon."
onetruepurring: (Shipping wall!)
[personal profile] onetruepurring
[Well, hello, Wonderland. Lovely day, isn't it? The perfect day for certain artists in the mansion to really get down to artistic work, in fact!

Actually, there's one now! It's displayed proudly on the wall of a hall in the mansion. The artist in question is putting on the final touches, not realizing this is being recorded.

What's on the wall?

A somewhat crudely drawn rendition of what looks like a certain Dean Winchester and a certain Souji Seta, holding hands, and smiling with a big red heart in between them. Aren't they a cute couple? There's even some text at the bottom of the drawing.]


:33 < they might not have met each other furry often but it was obvious furom their furst sight of each other that it was meant to be!
:33 < their m33tings had to be kept secret though fur fear of humans judging their matespritship
:33 < it is hard to tell if they are star crossed lofurs or if they will rise above it all with their flushed f33lings!
:33 < only time will tell


{OOC: Threadjacks are green lighted and encouraged. |3}

[video]

Oct. 15th, 2012 12:58 am
blackflamed: (the empty sky beneath my feet)
[personal profile] blackflamed
[The video's not really clear at first. It's dark outside, and it landed in a dark place. Probably when a communicator fell over. Who knows? It resolves eventually.

There's a teenage girl. Kind of messy. Out of sorts. Not out of cigarettes, though. She might be if she keeps going at this rate. Mamimi.

And there's a troll. Kind of loud. Out of patience. Not out of cigarettes, though. He might be if she'd stop bumming him them. Karkat.

It's quiet for a bit. Relatively speaking. Relatively smoking.

And then he goes:]


This is still so fucking gross.

00 - video

Oct. 2nd, 2012 12:14 pm
placed_first: (Default)
[personal profile] placed_first
[Exhibit A: One (1) small child under the age of ten (10) just staring right into the communicator. It's just like an iPad (iPad), afterall, so he knows how this works.]

Hey you guys...?

The bell just rang and I'm lost.

And this isn't funny Craig.

And I'm lost!

[There's maybe a two second grace period before the waterworks begin.]

....Whaaaah!
not_a_troll: Art © Itokufox.weebly.com (Default)
[personal profile] not_a_troll
[Half-assed filtered to Jade, when your character is a remotely smart cookie, this is hackable.]

Dearest Twin,

According to the world of online I should meet you in person and hand you flowers, still I think I am not going to take its advice. Yet, I do think I am able to provide you with flowers through the engine of search called google. Here are some roses, they do represent the question I want to ask you.

We should go on this thing called a date. It is what Midgardians do to express their feelings for eachother.

I am currently full of these feelings.

I shall provide candle light dinners and movies and such.

Greetings,
Loki

:-))

PS: I even wrote this message in the appropriate color that fancies you.


[Loki is just a bit affected by the event. But he's strong enough to fight further urges.

And to everyone:]


Why did this wretched house turn into a pimp's dwelling?
madskillz: (yo why ya sittin home)
[personal profile] madskillz
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