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[Beiste pops on the screen, her expression initially serious.]

So. This place has been kind of a drag lately, huh?

[She brightens, holding up a football suddenly.]

Well, not anymore. I've got a pigskin and a ballroom that need a bunch of squealin' kiddies playing flag football like some hyperactive Mexican jumpin' beans with a death wish.

Who wants to play some flag football up in here?
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D --> If this is what being dead is like, I am not impressed
D --> Insolent f001s I demand that someone e%plain this
D --> Er
D --> Not that it matters I don't care if I am
D --> Alone here
D --> But I will admit
D --> This is ve%ing
D --> It is an uncouth situation and I am not pleased
D --> With this foolishness
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[Ikari Rei doesn't know what to make of this new reality. It doesn't alarm her, but it doesn't make her happy either. She's stayed mostly because it's where she's found herself--it wouldn't be the first time she woke up in a strange reality, so she doesn't really even question it.

There are no Angels in this dream. No Evangelions, no Nerv, no fighting. She's a normal girl in her second year of middle school. In the evening, she sits around the table with her family, eating dinner made by her mother. Yui, her mother, sits across from her. Her father, Gendo, sits beside her. To her other side is her older brother, Shinji. They love her. Or they say so, and their smiles look real.

But they seem to be in tacit agreement that something's wrong with her. She isn't right somehow. She's too quiet, too blank, too antisocial.

But she's loved.

Maybe that's enough to justify staying.

She hasn't decided yet, but she's running out of time.]
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Vriska's used to her dreams taking her to weird places. Between her dreamself and the dream bubbles, winding up in her past isn't so unusual.

What is unusual is the Terezi who's approaching her now. Not just because Terezi approaching her hasn't happened in a long time; it's also the fact that she isn't blind. Shouldn't that be a thing...?

But then Terezi grinned at her, called her Sister and for all she knew there was something not quite right about this whole thing, Vriska couldn't bring herself to care. As time passed and the vigilante FLARP duo took down another hapless team, as she and Terezi parted only for her to find Kanaya - her Kanaya, one who hadn't broken up with her - and as she took her leave to feed Spidermom once more, Vriska found herself more and more drawn in by the dream.

As the days passed and no sign of change, Vriska began to forget. No, not to forget; she knew there was a way back somewhere. No way would the mansion allow her to escape her misery so easily but that was only if she chose to return. If she stayed here, if she played by the rules of this new world where she wasn't so utterly shunned then perhaps life after death would become bearable again.

She doesn't even appear to notice that as time passes, there seems to be more and more trolls surrounding her, poised to carry out her ultimate fate.

[ooc: Feel free to come and visit Vriska but there's no getting her out - she's doomed to remain here til the bitter end]
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[personal profile] papshooshing
[ the reason that Karkat rationalizes that this has to be a dream is the sense of how it is too good to be true. he's in his hive, same location as always. the moons are shining brightly through the window and his Lusus sleeps off in the corner. why the beast is still a giant crab is unknown to him and just a reason that Karkat knows that this can't be reality. Alternia is barren, devoid of life. His hive his no longer on the planet's surface, but rather in the Medium. all that should be is a crater sized hole. but getting off of the couch and meandering to the front door shows him that yes, it is the dimly lit surface of his home planet.

not once since Sgrub started has Karkat truly slept. one hour in the span of about 610 and that is all. perhaps the odd feeling is just one of those "dream bubble" experiences that he has heard about. however, since reality isn't shifting, he doubts this and instead makes a journey up the stairs to the ablution chamber. maybe splashing some water on his face from the faucet will wake him up and he can go back to a place that still doesn't make any sense. it's upon drying his face with a towel that he finally takes a look in the reflection pane. ]


What the fuck!?

[ he nearly topples over in surprise, just staring at his reflection as if the troll looking back can't possibly be him... because it can't. what is staring back at him isn't the Karkat Vantas he knows, the one that exists. it's the reflection of who he should have been... ]

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[personal profile] paper_knight
Mark goes to bed in February and wakes up in August. There's a tang of seasalt to the air, and the summer sun filters through the blinds to lay stripes on--yes--a bed wide enough for two. He's barely had time to take in his surroundings, much less to piece together their implications, when a small blonde cannonball pelts across the floor and hops up to the bed, all sharp elbows and bony knees.

"Daddy!"

"Oof."

Cut for domestic bliss and daughter angst )

OOC: Welcome to the no-daughternapping zone. As if I'd write anything else. Visitors are welcome to bother Mark at the Montauk house or at the nearby beach. The place you entered will be marked by a bright red light--a glow just outside a door or window, or just beneath the water's surface at the beach, out past the breakers. Amanda and Cindy, of course, won't be able to see it, but Mark certainly will, if you call his attention to it. It is also the exit point.

[audio]

Feb. 13th, 2012 02:18 pm
cautious_knight: (why is there a flamingo in the pantry?!)
[personal profile] cautious_knight
[The feed comes on with a dull thumping sound - Lithuania's device fell down and hit the thick carpet of his and Poland's bedroom. It's video but only shows the ceiling, so you'll have to do with sound right now. Which means the voice of a very agitated Lithuania.]

...not doing that! He will leave the room now, and if he's still here after ten minutes...!!! [And here we encounter the problem that is Lithuania's inability to threaten someone whom he cannot fully blame for the situation that they're in, even if he hates the situation.]

[Poland sounds rather sulky.] Oh, come on, Liet! You're totally making a big deal out of nothing!

I'm - Poland! How can you say that it is nothing! This is a pretty massive - Poland, that is NOT what our bed should be used for! It's ours, nobody else has any bussiness in it!

God, Liet, you freak out about everything! It's like, we're supposed to be in this together, right...?

That's you and him are in the bed together does really not make anything better at all! [Lithuania's voice is definitely gaining in volume and he's growing more and more irritated with every second.] I don't want this to happen ever again!

[Deadpan] I meant, like, you and me, Liet. Quit yelling! I was like, just warming him up!

...Oh, it absolutely looks like that. [There's a very thin line between hysterical yelling and deadpan snark, and Lithuania is walking it right now.]

[Where is the trust, Lithuania? You wound him!] ...What? You like, don't believe me? 


[ooc: Poland is red and Lithuania is green]
sarcasmbend: ([serious] Well that's just great.)
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[One plus side from the last event was that Sokka learned of the glorious invention, the post-it note. When the video starts, it's apparent that his room is now litterred with them. Even his maps have little post-it notes attached. In fact, on the table Sokka's sitting at, they're arranged in a rainbow. Take that, mansion! You give Sokka a horrible thing and he'll make it into something useful! THEY EVEN COME IN DIFFERENT COLORS AND SHAPES--

Er, Sokka is not here to gush over the awesomeness that is the post-it note, though. No, he actually has a purpose with this one.
]

Okay, so seeing as that last event was so wonderful, I think I have some questions for everybody. How many times have you guys died here? I'm trying to figure out some stuff, like if dying here actually means anything and all. I know, it sounds kinda weird, but trust me, I've got my reasons.

[He can wander around the library all he wants. Heck, he can even have all the maps in the world. But, the thing is, all those maps and books haven't explained a thing to him. He knows some little things, sure, but every time an event like the last one comes, the more clueless he becomes. Seriously, does anyone have a handle over this place?]
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[This is the worst post you will ever hear and I apologize for it.

It's the sound of crying. Somewhere in the mansion, there is a little girl crying, and thanks to her non-understanding of technology, she is clutching the journal and crying directly into your speaker. That's all. She doesn't sound in pain or in danger; it's just the hiccuping, exaggerated sobs of a frightened child. The post goes for a few solid minutes. Just. Crying.

SOB SOB. BOO HOO HOO. CRY WEEP SOB.

So, enjoy that.
]
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[personal profile] epiccombo
[You know what the best cure is for forgetting things?

Yep, that's right. Alcohol. Booze. Whatever you want to call it.

Puck's slouching around the kitchen just getting his drink on. It's hard to tell how long he's been drinking, but there are a lot of empty bottles and cans everywhere.

It's a good thing Puck's used to drinking, because he doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon.]

Text;

Feb. 12th, 2012 02:42 pm
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[personal profile] kanayashrug

To Whoever Is Receiving This Memo

This Is Not The Medium

Where Have I Been Transportalized To And To Whom May I Direct The Blame For These Shenanigans

Sadly I Have My Doubts About The Availability Of Such Information And Or The Veracity Of The Answers I Would Receive
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The video opens to show Vriska stood on the rooftop, illuminated mostly by the blue pixie-dust that surrounds her. In her hands is the device she was making in the previous video, the one with the domes and the dice, the deadly game she'd planned to just make and ignore until the event had stirred up her vengeful tendencies and pushed her to a point she would never have considered of her own volition. It would have taken so much more than it did for her to have actually hurt John, let alone kill, and she's pissed. Pissed at John and Dave and Terezi and everyone else who seemed to exist just to torment her. Pissed at the mansion for fucking with her head. And most of all pissed at herself for being such an abject failure to her ancestor's blood and symbol.

And so, here she stands, device in hand, the seven pupils of her left eye glowing as she influences each and every dice roll for maximum damage. After the final roll she waits.

And waits, and waits some more before finally facing up to the unwelcome fact that as usual, her doomsday device has failed on her. With a howl of frustration she throws the device away, where it will land and explode away from anywhere it could actually harm anyone, before dropping to her knees.

For a few moments more the feed continues to roll, showing nothing more than a fairy troll with her face in her hands, curled in on herself, before she finally seems to remember that she'd had it switched on and reaches to switch it off without looking up. The astute, however, may note the pale cerulean droplets on the palm of her hand in the seconds before it cuts out.
0u0: (0_0)
[personal profile] 0u0
this is very strange
i d0nt think im supp0sed t0 be here yet
0r ever be here
but it d0esnt feel like a d00med timeline
so maybe i am supp0sed t0 be here

w0w
this is actually surprising
0_0
i havent been surprised in a l0ng time
its kind 0f nice
are there any 0ther surprises here

[Video]

Feb. 7th, 2012 06:06 am
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[personal profile] not_a_hero
[Video starts with a view of the ground that turns up to show Sherlock's face as he handles it.]

-ill the same model. Then again, time does stand still here. Same features--ah, recording light. No bother; hello, Wonderland. Let's make this simple, shall we? I want detailed information about everything that has happened since I was last here left at my doorstep. Room 21 on the second floor. I trust it has been left vacant.

All previous informants are expected to report in a timely fashion.

For those of you with bad memories or who have arrived since my departure, I am Sherlock Holmes. If that name sounds familiar, don't worry, you're not going crazy but neither am I a fictional detective from the 19th century. Accept that I am who I say I am, accept that I will meet if not exceed the expectations you have formed from that fictional association, and tell me everything you can about the things you've discovered since your arrival.

[Sherlock ends the transmission quickly. He's busy now.]

[41: video]

Feb. 6th, 2012 09:34 pm
paper_knight: (why me)
[personal profile] paper_knight
OOC: Backdated to this morning!

"Listen. I have a favor to ask, of all of you. If you're planning something--anything at all, even if it seems like a good idea--stop it. Just. Think, for a minute."

He holds up a pair of sticky notes from earlier--Tara's and Jay's.

"I've seen two predicted deaths happen already, and I know there have been others. We've been told it's fate, and all right, maybe that's how it is--in the ordinary world. But this is Wonderland. We're being manipulated. This is what it wants."

He sets his jaw, glares at the camera.

"I have another note here. Another name, another place and time. I don't want to see it happen, all right? We're all better than this."
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[personal profile] industry
[Leather boots can be seen walking across the floor, stopping just in front of the communication device.]

My, my... what do we have here?

[It gets picked up!]

You're a little piece of work, aren't you? [The man examines the device, camera first aimed down at his shoes and then refocuses on his face--pale with dark eyes, sculpted brows, and a small heart tattooed on his left cheek.]

... Unless I've missed my mark, which [he chuckles] I never do, this device should be recording. In that case, hello there, whoever you are.

[He's smiling, but there's an obvious tint of agitation to his voice.]

I bet you think you're quite clever, don't you? Taking me from my ship to your admittedly quite nice however not-nearly-as-nice-as-my mansion. But I'm a very busy man and do so hate wasting my time. I'm afraid if you want me to stay, you'll have to make it worth my while.
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[personal profile] urnewkingbitch
[He's been around since about one in the morning, but he was conked out on the bed due to wow coming back to life sucks almost as much as dying. His body still aches from the ordeal, but Dave pushes through it.

Ladies and gentlemen, Dave Strider is pissed.]


ok im back after 12 hours and that doesnt seem quite right
whatever dont care
i need an update on what happened while i was busy getting blown up by a psycho bitchs surprise present
speaking of
to the bitch who did that
you know who you are
i know who you are
hell the entire fucking mansion probably knows who you are
youre going down


[After putting that out, Dave is going to go back to lying down on his bed. Damn does he hurt.]
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[personal profile] brainkegger
[A hall video flips on on its own. It's almost as if the mansion knows what's about to happen.

Tara's making her way down the hall, on her way to the kitchen. She has to get out of her room sometime, right?

Too bad for her that somebody's drawn a wire across the top of the stairs. Just as she goes to take a step, her feet get caught in the wire and she just...tumbles. One might make a joke about being warned about stairs if it weren't so horrifying. She struggles to keep from falling but her momentum is too great. She flips head over heels at least twice, arms and legs tangling and catching on steps as she continues down before finally coming to rest on the landing below, her head cracking audibly against a banister.

The video cuts out, as if to say "DEAD".]
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[personal profile] thisisthescript
[The feed turns on and there's a certain young man staring into the camera looking a little paranoid.]
Does anyone know where we are? I woke up here this morning and I-don't know how to get home. I don't even remember how I got here. The last thing I remember is-
[He paused looking down trying to remember what had happened through the fog in his mind only to widen his eyes slightly at the memory of getting up close and personal with that Operator thing in an abandoned building after trying to catch totheark.He shook his head a second as he shuddered at the memory before looking up at the camera again.] Also has anyone seen anybody-strange walking around like-a tall guy in a suit? [If anyone has don't expect Jay to be leaving his room ever.]
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[Jesus Christ, Dave, that is not the kind of thing you should be using in music! John hurries over as soon as the explosion sounds, only vaguely worried but mostly convinced that Dave's had some sort of specimen-preserving-incident.

But that's not the case.

No. Dave's up against a wall, slumped over and-- and he's not moving, not even breathing. John tries CPR, even special windy thing CPR but--

Fuck.

Fuck.

He flips on the video, not even trying to hide how upset and panicked he is.]


Guys, Dave's dead. Dave-- he died. There was a big bang and then-- I came in and--

Oh God, what do I do?! Does he even have a dreamself here or...

What do I do?
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CG: YOU KNOW I HAD THIS REALLY AWESOME AND TOTALLY FLAMMATORY RANT ALL TYPED OUT ON THIS THING THAT'S ATTEMPTING TO BE A COMPUTER BUT REALLY ISN'T
CG: BUT THEN THE THOUGHT OCCURRED TO ME THAT THERE MIGHT NOT REALLY BE ANYONE ON THE OTHER SIDE.
CG: SERIOUSLY, HOW THE FUCK AM I GOING TO KNOW IF SOME LITTLE SHIT STAIN OUT THERE CAN READ THIS OR NOT
CG: LIKE HELL I KNOW HOW DREAMBUBBLES WORK, IF THIS IS WHAT THAT IS.
CG: WHICH ALSO REMINDS ME THAT I SHOULD KNOW HOW THESE GODDAMN THINGS WORK, BUT OH NO.
CG: APPARENTLY IT BECAME SOME SORT OF CRIME TO ALLOW KARKAT VANTAS, THE ONE PLAYING THE FUCKING MESSENGER TROLL, TO ACTUALLY SLEEP.
CG: HE ALWAYS GETS TO MISS OUT ON THE IMPORTANT THINGS THAT DRIFT AIMLESSLY IN THE AFTERLIFE BECAUSE SOME MISERABLE FUCK HAS TO GET STUCK HOLDING DOWN THE FORT. SHIT, I ACTUALLY WANTED TO SLEEP THIS TIME!
CG: AMAZING, RIGHT????
CG: HERE I HAVE JADE GETTING ALL UP IN MY BUSINESS ABOUT THE MATTER, BUT SHE IS THE IDIOT THAT HAS ME RUNNING ALL OF HER ERRANDS
CG: MAYBE SHE SHOULD HAVE PICKED UP THE FUCKING SLACK.
CG: IT'S NOT LIKE I COULDN'T HAVE OPENED SOME SORT OF MEMO WHERE HER PAST SELF AND FUTURE SELF COULD HAVE MET AND HAMMERED OUT THE DETAILS.
CG: THEN AGAIN, WITH HOW SHE GETS OFF ON TALKING ABOUT HERSELF
CG: I MEAN
CG: FUCK
CG: WITH HOW JADE CARRIES ON TALKING ABOUT HERSELF, IT COULD END UP IN SOME KIND OF SCREAMING HATE FEST OR SOME SHIT THAT HUMANS CLAIM TO NOT UNDERSTAND.
CG: GOD, I JUST WROTE ANOTHER WALL OF GRAY SHIT THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO SOUND INTELLIGENT AND YET JUST ENDS UP BEING JUST AS DUMB AS WHAT I WROTE BEFORE.
CG: FUCK, PAST ME NEEDS TO CRAWL INTO A CAVE AND JUST PRAY AT SOME CLOWN'S ALTER TO BE CULLED ON SIGHT.
CG: I'M DONE BEFORE I EMBARRASS MYSELF FURTHER.
CG: ALSO, FUCK THAT SHIT ABOUT HAVING TO TYPE OUT TROLLING OR WHATEVER.
CG: I AM CURRENTLY LACKING IN THE GIVING ANY FUCKS DEPARTMENT.
CG: MY QUOTA HAS BEEN MET SO SUCK MY BULGE I DON'T EVEN CARE.
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[personal profile] battleaxebass
[Marceline shoots while brushing out her ridiculously long hair. It's a full-time job keeping this mane in check you guys. Sometimes she has to multi-task!]

I've been thinking these days, I need a new henchman.

[Brush brush brush.]

I had one for a little bit, but he split awhile ago and now I've had to do things for myself again. It's a total drag! Queens aren't supposed to do their own dirty work, it's just wrong!

So I've got a deal. If you wanna be my henchman, you gotta be ready to do stuff like:

Help me feed
Do recordings
Beatbox
Laundry
Set up pranks

...There's probably more I'll think of later but that's the gist of it!

And in return, you of course get the protection and unbeatable companionship of a totally rad vampire queen. Who doesn't want that? It's a super sweet deal if you ask me!

Oh, and there's only one opening. Night hours mostly. If more than one person applies I guess you'll have to duel for it or something. Tough cookies!

Good luuuuuuck!
miss_pouncellor: (whos there???)
[personal profile] miss_pouncellor
[Slosh. Squish. Slosh. Squish.

A sopping wet cat troll is trudging down the hallways in her very damp and heavy clothing. Snow is very fun! But also very cold. And very wet.]

:33 < brrr!
:33 < *ac f33ls a tickle in her nose*
:33 < it

:33 < *ac apawlogizes*
:33 < *she dropped her commewnicator*

:33 < *ac drops it again*
:33 < *she is overcome by sn33zes!*
:33 < its so cold!
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[personal profile] tobendthetide
Hey Sokka, where have you been? We need to talk.

[She addresses whoever might be listening.]

Does anyone have a good cure for idiocy? If you don't mind, could you share your ideas with me?
paper_knight: (yours)
[personal profile] paper_knight
Mark is camping out in one of the library's tall windows, the better to watch the snowstorm. Not that it's doing him much good--the view outside is solid white. But he's convinced that something's going on out there, so he'll be there for most of the day, keeping watch just in case.

Around noon, he sends out a formal transmission:

"Hey everyone. Good afternoon. Since we're all stuck inside anyway, and we've had some departures and arrivals, I'd like to take another census. Name, date, where you're from, special powers, if you've got them. If we haven't met before, my name's Mark. I'm not out to hurt anyone with this information. Just looking for answers. You can ask around, anyone will tell you so. I'm down in the library if you'd rather talk in person. And...I guess that's it. Thanks."

I.

Jan. 21st, 2012 01:50 pm
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[personal profile] fixinthemind
[ After arriving at the beach and spending a couple of minutes being downright confused and ultimately decided that the huge mansion should be the first place to go, Axel had noticed one of his pockets was heavier than usual. And upon inspection he found a small device. One with a lot of buttons. What do you do in a situation like this? You press them of course! All of them. At first it broadcasts audio only and the sound of snow crunching beneath someone's feet is heard. ]

This thing doesn't make any sense. [ He presses another button and the audio stops. Another buttom makes it video instead and a nice view of the sky along with some strands of red hair are seen. ]

What is this thing even fo- [ Off. ] Come on. [ On. ] Way to be useless. [ Off. ] You would think it would come with some instruction! [ On. And finally instead of the sky, his enter face is shown. And he somehow looks annoyed and amused all at the same time. ]


Sheesh am I glad we don't have these back home.
brainkegger: ((Tara) Shit...)
[personal profile] brainkegger
[The video flips on. It’s immediately clear that Tara isn’t planning on speaking to anyone in particular.]

Hey. Tara. Not sure where I am. Not sure what happened to my phone, so uh, whoever this belongs to, sorry. Crazy lady needs to talk it out.

[She runs her hand through her hair.]

I was…bowling? Fuck, yes, that’s right. I don’t...feel like someone took over, though. Don’t remember anything if they did.

[She curses and shuts the video off.]
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[personal profile] sinkships
[Well well well, would you look at that. Another one of those trolls, though this one looks larger than most. Perhaps that's why her smile looks more like that of something that's going to devour everyone and everything. She taps her cane against the floor exactly 7 times and smiles a little wider.]

This is not where I was expecting to end up, much less while I was in the middle of closing a rather high-profile case.

[Smiling wider still.]

So. I would very much be obliged to whoever could show me a proper exit so that justice may triumph upon my return. At the very least, I would be grateful to those who would direct me to a method with which I may send the proper forms in triplicate that would allow me to postpone the trial until a later date.

[Her smile drops just a little, barely a fraction of an inch, when she mentions postponement.]

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