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[The screen turns on to show a young fair-skinned blonde woman sitting in the first floor Tea Room, seeming perfectly at home. There's a rather large pile of books and binders next to her on the couch, most of which are scholarly articles or academic analysis of the world of Alice In Wonderland, as well as the book itself and all related works. Someone's been busy. There's also a few Halloween editions of popular style magazines scattered about.

casually with wavy, shoulder length hair, Caroline looks bright and awake, eternal optimism shining loud and clear, even when the frustration at her current situation comes through in her voice.]

I thought it was about time I introduced myself on here, so hey. I'm Caroline Forbes. Former Miss Mystic Falls, current Wonderland captive. Libra, ex-drama major, big fan of these cookies. [She holds one of the cookies from the tea room up before taking a bite, chewing, and pausing before speaking again. She's got a lot of energy and bounces a little in her seat.]

Okay, so, if the calendar's correct, that means I've not only missed my birthday, which sucks, [no it really sucks she's actually upset about that, but she's staying focused ok] but that Halloween's right around the corner. Which means costumes and yes, a party. I happen to be great at parties, so I've already started planning the end of the month Costume Ball. [So excite. Are you excited, Wonderland? You should be!]

But, since I'm not in Kansas anymore and, instead, living in a very real version of a child's whimsical nightmarish fantasy, I'm kind of at a loss as far as predicting the unpredictable elements, which I'm also usually great at. [She sighs, and sits up straight, pleading in her eyes.] So, fellow residents of Wonderland, help a newbie out? And don't skimp on the gory details. Is this place going to ruin our Halloween party? If so, how, and would moving the date back a few days maybe lessen the risk here?

Let me know, I'd really appreciate it.

[On a more serious note..] Anyway, what do people do for fun around here? And is anyone working on a way to go home? Like, researching this place, separating fact from fiction, searching for a metaphorical or possibly literal rabbit hole, or looking for answers in general? [Little smile matched with sincere concern and determination.] I'd like to help.
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[Henry had to figure out a way to ask for an artist without actually letting his mom know what he wanted. He had to be vague, and though she knew a little about what he was doing, he didn't think she knew that he was having a real actual book made for. Which was why Henry's face appeared on screen and he gave a little smile and wave.]

In case you don't know me, I'm Henry. I'm looking for someone who can illustrate. You know, like a kid's book or something?

[Wow, this was not shaping up to be subtle at all, but he figured as long as Regina was still surprised by the finished product, it was okay.]

If you can, it'd be great if you could get back to me. Or you can find me in room 27 on the eighth floor. Thanks to anyone who can help.
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[Crowley is near a duck pond when the feed opens, complete with neon colored ducks paddling about in the background.]

Right, so, it seems the angel has gone missing again, like last time. He came back before, so I'm not particularly worried. [HA.] In any case, I figured that those of you who know him should know. Try to enjoy your time without the stuffier of our two librarians to the fullest.

Though I would actually say that Aziraphale's luck is incredible. Him missing out on an event and that. Although, I haven't yet figured out what this event entails yet...

[He trails off and looks thoughtfully at the ducks, who look expectantly back at him. He's silent for a moment, watching the ducks and fidgeting with something in his hand. Then he sighs.]

What's the matter with me? You'd think a demon would learn.

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I. The Vendors [ACTION - OPEN!]

[ If you ask Philip, then the only real thing of value he left behind on the other side is his gun. Easy enough to replace, or so you'd think, but the closet is having a difficult day, and anyway, the kind of ammunition he is looking for probably warrants a trip down to his favourite masked creeps either way.

The trip will be a quick one, but anybody in the vicinity might still find him silently pondering over some of the available models, or scribbling down part of his special order on a slip of paper, to convey it to one of the merchants.

II. The Bar [ACTION - OPEN!]

[ Once that errand is done, Philip heads up to the bar. He pulls his copy of the Resistance Notebook from his pocket, and sets it down on the table. It still works, for all he can tell. Pretty useful information on Real versus Mirror codewords too, though he's past regretting that blunder.

All that's left to do is smooth out the aftermath. Philip doesn't want to draw that kind of attention to himself, let alone be questioned beyond what he'd offer freely, but there are people he owes- people he promised that kind of effort to. Not the entire network of bored readers, but...

Philip turns the pen between his fingers for a while, and finally starts to write:


Fifth Death

Process took five days after moment of death, exact timeline of events unsure. Took place in location comprised solely of bright light1. Similar to appearance and sensation of light near Core room, potentially same place. Confronted by Queen & asked to choose between "fueling Wonderland" in death, or resurrecting for a small price2. Chose the latter. No side-effects or further memory loss observed to date.

★★★★✩ - would recommend with caution

1Non-corporeal experience; dead body never moved to my knowledge.
2Non-monetary. Exact nature likely varies between individuals.


[ Philip's final stop for the day is the library, specifically whatever rows have currently decided to house the Languages & Linguistics section. He will browse there for a great deal of time, lugging around an increasingly sizable stack of books.

Eventually he will drop his haul on a nearby table, transfer it neatly into a cardboard box, and carry it up to his room.
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open action )

| blocked to any and all angels, and the Winchesters... and Becky |

[Adam's come a long way since last October. Castiel had described his soul as meat stripped down to the bone once, but that it had the potential to heal if given enough time. Maybe it has a little. In some ways, maybe it hasn't. Adam knows for sure that before, he wouldn't have even bothered to let people know about something like this; he wouldn't have told anybody, because he hadn't had anybody to tell.

Now he does. The people he's managed to befriend might be the surest sign of his progress. He has people now who'd come looking for him.]

FYI: I moved. Don't bother checking the old place if you have to track me down.

I'll message you with the new room number if you need it.
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[She's always excelled at keeping to herself, not letting anyone in. It's been how many months since she arrived here? And still, she can count the number of people she actually trusts on one hand. Finnick and Haymitch. Anyone else? Anyone else, she's still excels at keeping at arms length. It's better that way, she tells herself. Better for them, better for her. She's not someone worth befriending.

Because, in the end, she still can't break the feeling that all she does is get those she cares for hurt. For once in her life, she's doing her best not to be selfish. She doesn't need friends to survive this place. With Haymitch's stores, her ability with a bow, and Finnick's with a trident, they'll have all the food needed. They'll be able to protect each other when the game played here finally comes to a head. She has her allies. She doesn't need any other.

But it is a lonely life. And coming down from the high of actually being able to hunt large game the past few days, the loneliness only seems more amplified.

It's why she actually sits on the front steps of the mansion, staring at the phone device in her hands. Her quiver rests on the step behind her and her bow rests against her right side. A measly squirrel sits in front of her. Today's hunt had been one of the worst since arriving here. She hasn't been this empty handed in a while. And whether she admits it or not, the lack of success is starting to eat at her.

She flips the phone over in her hands before finally turning it on. There's a second of hesitation before she finally asks:]

They can turn on you. Or disappear at any moment. So what's the point? Seeking out allies here? Why bother?
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[Henry has decided that the first thing he needs to do in this place is reconnect with the people he apparently knew in this place before, because if he's going to start trying to figure things out, even if that just means piecing together the whole two times he's been here before, then this is how he starts.]

Hi! I'm pretty sure some of you already know me. I'm Henry. And I guess I've been here before, but I can't remember it. I've been here twice, and I don't remember ever being here. So, if you knew me, or if we were friends, can we meet? I really want to talk and if we were friends before, who says we can't be again? So, I'll be in the library if anyone wants to come talk. Or you can just send a video back.

[Before he finishes the video, he has one more idea.]

Oh! And if we met when I got here this time, you can come too.

[He almost adds 'unless you're Peter,' but then he thinks that might cause more harm than good, so he simply ends the video with a smile.]
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[ For the first time, Daenerys is seen and not just heard over the network, dressed much more like royalty than she'd been upon first arrival. She looks much more calm, too, as if she's settled nicely into the mansion and its chaos. ]

I have been here long enough and have found little necessity for pretense. [ Violet eyes flash, a distant but proud smile tugging at her lips. ] Though titles are without meaning in this place, I owe the people of this realm an introduction. I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. Captive though I may be, I do not bend to the will of others.

As such. [ The smile twitches upward. ] It seems that this Wonderland seeks to earn my favor. Though I have no interest in wild dogs, I was given a gift very recently that I find much more... pleasing.

[ A high, piercing cry sounds nearby, and before long a small dragon comes into view. It's midnight blue with streaks of silver and lands clumsily on her shoulder, hovering uncertainly. ]

He may not be mine, but I am grateful for the company of one of my own.

( ooc; Wanderers can find Dany and her new dragon out in the gardens! )
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[Hello, Wonderland. Have one technologically impaired Viking on your screen. Or rather, part of him. A close-up of one of his bright green eyes as he inspects the device in his hands.]

This is-- Whoa, hold on! [Suddenly the camera zooms away from his face as he realizes he can see himself on the screen.] --Is that me? I mean, it's me, but how--

I've never seen anything like this. What is it? It's amazing! --I think. Er. [The device tilts and turns, he obviously has no clue that anyone else can see this.] Is it some sort of really advanced mirror, or...?

[Tap. Tap. Tap tap tap. He'll just go on tapping the screen curiously to see what happens. He might have to take this thing apart out of curiosity later to see how it works. Maybe he can tinker with it a little...]

Hm. Is there anyone else here? Anyone who can tell me what this is? Or...where I am, exactly? [None of this is directed to the small box in his hand though, rather to the garden around him.] Toothless? Where are you, bud? I was just with you... Astrid? Anyone?

[On his feet now, all you get is flashes of leather as his hand holding the device goes to his side and he stands himself up to get a good look around.]

[ooc: feel free to respond via network or action!]
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I. Daytime
[It's strange, for Katniss, being in this place. She figures it's probably strange for everyone else too-- how could it not be? this place is seriously messed up-- but there's so much freedom compared to District 12, comparatively. She doesn't have to sneak out if she wants the silence of the woods. All she has to do is... walk there. Of course, she can't leave this place at all, but there's also not anyone trying to kill her every second of every day, so it evens out. Mostly.

In any case, she spends her days one of three places: the woods, the stables or the kitchen. The woods are an obvious choice, but there's not much to hunt in there. The stables are something new; it wasn't until she'd come here (and met Buckingham, but that's maybe a different story) that she'd become interested in horses and the entertainment they could provide. The kitchen is maybe a bit obvious, too, but every time she walks in there it smells more like home than she'd like to admit, and if Peeta-- no, if her family isn't here, then she can at least pretend.

Today, though, she's chosen the stables. They're quiet and unused, and Katniss likes feeding them carrots and sugar cubes (another thing she's not really thinking about) from the palm of her hand. They seem to enjoy it, too. Maybe later she'll go to the kitchen and get some stew for dinner, but right now she's content with the company of the animals.

II. Evening
[The kitchen turned out to be a little too much for her, today. Something about the smell of the stew as it cooked and how the room had transformed itself to look like the space in her house in the Victor's Village puts her on edge, makes her chest heavy and tight, so when the stew's done, she takes a bowl of it and climbs the stairs, heading for the roof.

It's still cold out, but she's no stranger to it, and thought to grab an extra jacket and pair of gloves. The stew's warm, too, so she's not really bothered as she sits in a chair someone left up here and stares out over the grounds, wondering again how she got here. She's long past thinking she's being punished by the Capitol, because that just wouldn't make sense, and isn't really their style, but she can't say she's not still confused. But again, she's probably not the only one. She knows that, but she's also always been selfish, hasn't she?

((ooc: hi! lemme know which section you're replying to in the subject! <3))
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[Henry avoided saying anything at first. Hopeful she'd just show back up. But it's been days now, and there's a horrible, painful little thread of doubt twisting and winding into the boy's mind and making his chest hurt and his eyes just a little too shiny with wet tears that haven't started to come yet.

She'll be back. She wouldn't leave him here, so she HAS to come back, and he's certain... so ...so certain that she will.]

Emma is missing... If... If anyone knows where she is or sees her or... hears from her.

Could you please let me know.
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[Is that the sound of sleigh bells jingling, and—

No. No jingling here. In fact, it's more like crashing. Toothless had left the decorations alone, at first, but now he's discovered that it makes noise when you paw at it. Life may never be the same in the mansion again, at least until January. He doesn't understand it all (why would you want just one tree when you could have a forest) but he's determined to enjoy it.

The view on his comm shows him, every so often, rampaging around the mansion. He can be easily found by sound alone, chewing on things and dragging decorations around. Purely on accident, a giant red bow has tangled haphazardly around his neck.]
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[The mansion decorating itself for Christmas should have been expected, really. There isn't much about Wonderland that surprises Jo by now, if only because she's learned that anything can happen. General expectations aside, the place has been overdue for something, and as events go, Christmas decorations are pretty damn tame. Definitely better than zombies.

If it were just decorations, she wouldn't be bothered. She might be anxious and waiting for the other shoe to drop for a day or two, but she's been starting to grow confident -- perhaps foolishly so -- that most things that Wonderland will throw at them are largely up front about being terrible if that happens to be the flavor of the week.

It's the fact that people seem to be missing that has her worried. Waking up to an empty bed in the middle of the night hadn't been strange on its own, but Tom's hoodie and sling being left behind was. When morning rolled around and there was still no sign of him, she'd tried to get in touch with Dean. No luck. Then she'd tried James. Same story. By the middle of the day, she's tried messaging the aforementioned parties several times with no response and found no sign of them anywhere they're supposed to be. She's sent out a few other messages as well, but not all of them have turned out to be duds.

Seems like reason enough to go out and become a one-woman search party, but it's worth addressing the network with, too.]

I'm missing a few people. Tom Hanniger, Dean Winchester, and James Potter.

[She's beginning to think it's safe to assume there might be others missing, too. Might as well ask.]

If anyone has seen them-- hell, if you guys are out there, let me know right away. If anyone else is missing someone, give me their names. I'm going to go look. They've been gone long enough that I think it's time to worry.

[She can only measure the time by Tom's disappearance, but he's been gone since-- well, about the time the sound of the mansion decorating itself woke her up just after midnight.]

Feel free to get in touch with me if you've noticed anything else strange beyond what the mansion has done to itself. If there's anything out of place, I'd like to know.

Private Text to Ellen Harvelle & Sam Winchester; mid-morning. )

Private Text to Allison Argent, noon. )

[Any resistance members will be able to find Jo out in the hideout around noon and for about an hour afterwards. After that, there will be no standing still. She'll dedicate the rest of her day to searching the mansion and grounds as a whole, often backtracking and retracing her steps or double-checking certain areas. By late night, she can be found in the bar, but this time she won't be serving anyone: instead, she'll be seated on a stool at the far end, looking frustrated as she makes her way through her second beer while obsessively checking her phone for messages.]
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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:]
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[Toothless has a certain fascination with art. First it was sticks in the mud, then outside chalk, and then paint on the other side of the mirrors. Today he's found more paint, except in bigger containers. With lots of colors. And bigger brushes! He likes them — he can do more with them, and not worry about them breaking in his mouth.

Paint doesn't taste good. He's finding out again today.

Because today, one of the hallways has been sacrificed to his artistic efforts. Though, to be fair, it was an accident that the first paint container broke in his mouth. And then the others followed, because Toothless has discovered finger painting.

Or, more accurately, paw painting. And tail painting. It's a mess.

His communicator is jostled on as he paws patterns of yellow, blue, green, red, and white all over the floor and some of the walls. Toothless has lost his natural black camouflage. He's just a tangle of bright colors, splattered messily, as he also uses his chin and belly to get the colors in the right patterns.]
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[People may have noticed Al being rather busy today, though his chore is...somewhat curious. Hauling buckets and sometimes wheeled tubs of water out to an open stretch of grass near the checkered hills. He's certainly working up quite a sweat, but what is he up to?]

[After a few hours of this any observers will find their answer, as Al pulls out a slip of paper and after a curious flash of light...all that water turns to snow. No, it explodes into snow, the fluffy white particles flying up into the air and falling down to earth in unorganized heaps as the young alchemist laughs, pulling his hood over his head to avoid any making its' way into his clothes.]

[Soon enough he's piling it up in formations--without alchemy this time--and it's fairly obvious he was just impatient for winter to make its' way to Wonderland. There's a good amount of snow littered around since Al figures someone else might want to join in on the fun, even if it is likely to melt away by evening. So, what're you waiting for?]
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I. Morning

[You know what? D'Artagnan's having a good week. He was largely unaffected by the most recent event, and has yet to suffer any residual consequences, like finding out about the havoc Aramis' mirror caused. It's going to be a good week, he can tell. After a short night's sleep he's up and ready to do...well, something, but first: breakfast.

He makes his way to the kitchen and decides he's bold enough to attempt to make it for himself. He finds a cookbook, turns to a page with breakfast recipes and begins to cook. Who knows how this will end...

II. Afternoon

[Breakfast is all well and good, but there's nothing like spending time in the library. Which is what D'Artagnan does for a few hours. He searches the stacks for more cookbooks. Who knows? Perhaps he'll become a connoisseur like Athos is. On second thought, no. He really, really shouldn't.

After he's done in the library, he heads out toward the stables, both to spend some time with the horses and to practice his swordsmanship. It's better to have a partner, of course, but he'll make do.

III. Evening

[You can't forget dinner, of course, which is the most important meal of the day. It's back to the kitchen, cookbook in hand, to attempt another dish. He'd certainly share with anyone who found themselves drawn in by the smell.]
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[When Henry turns the video on, he actually looks excited, even enthusiastic about this post to the network. He is kneeling in the grass of the gardens, trying to balance the phone on a little bench, resting it against a backpack. He adjusts the setting, biting his lower lip in concentration, before smiling and moving back and out of the way. In the grass, a little behind him, a dalmatian puppy is rolling around on its back in the grass, snapping at blades of grass and wagging his whole body with excitement.

Henry 'attacks' the puppy, tickling and rubbing its belly to the sound of laughter from Henry and and soft, excited barks from the puppy. Sitting back on his knees, he pulls the dog into his arms and 'waves' at the video with Lucky's paw.

Normally, Henry really isn't big on broadcasting to strangers, but, well, puppies are fun and exciting and it's hard not to want to show off, when he's so excited about this.]

This is Lucky! He's my dog. He just learned a really cool trick and I wanted to show you guys. Are you ready, Lucky?

[Setting the puppy down, Henry shifts on his knees until he and Lucky are facing each other. He places a treat carefully on Lucky's nose and leans back again. Lucky watches him, tail wagging hesitantly. Eyes focused on the boy. The treat wobbling on his nose as he tries to hold still.]

Catch, Lucky!

[Flipping his head back, Lucky knocks the treat into the air and catches it, chowing down on the biscuit and jumping on Henry as soon as it's gone. Laughing, Henry falls over, grabbing for his phone as Lucky tries to shower him with affection. The video clicks off but Henry is still around to answer it. He'll be in the Gardens for a while with his dog, the pair of them practicing tricks and staying active. He needs to stay in shape in case he has to defend himself. He might also be found, practicing his sword fighting with the wooden sword he got a little while ago. Even without a sparring partner, he can practice his swings and steps.

Grandpa would be so proud. Right?]


Oct. 14th, 2013 12:10 am
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[Shock and awe, Wonderland. Tom has been here for how long and this is his first time on the network unaffected by an event. But anyone who knows him knows he hates the friggin' thing. Or, more to the point, just really doesn't like drawing too much attention to himself.

But hey. He's happy for once in a very long time. He's in love! And instead of jumping around on someone's couch or screaming from the roof tops, he's sitting outside the back of the house with a power saw, a generator, and a stack of timbers that he has lugged from the closest closet.

A lot of you he hasn't met but you might remember him proposing a football game a months or so back, but he wasn't feeling quite himself then. Living alternative lives and all that.]

Was thinking about doing some work out here. Idle hands and all that.

[It's a beautiful autumn day, guys. Come out and do something constructive.]

Could use some help to get the walls up. Not like we've got much else to do.
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[Remember, all those weeks ago, when a horrible shriek echoed through Wonderland? It's here again, but closer - inside the former mansion. With you. <3

It starts from a room on the first floor, with banging and crashing and general sounds of destruction. The enraged screaming does stop, but the thumping and crashing doesn't - it just moves into the hallway, and further into the school.

It eventually stops in the gymnasium. Not the sounds - but whatever's making them seems to have settled there for the time being.

Some video either helpfully provided by terminals, security cameras, or her own communicator (pitched carelessly to the side, sitting amongst some smaller and less interesting debris) shows a gangly, diving-suit-clad figure throwing fireballs at the walls and windows, as well as pieces of gym equipment, from volleyballs to basketball nets - and not all of them with her hands. Some of them fly through the air physically unaided, only to smash or bounce or crush against the walls and barred windows.

She screams again, and jumps out of sight of the camera, but the noises of destruction are still audible. Especially if you're by the gym.]
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[Perhaps the most jarring thing about this event, for Jo at least, is the fact that the mansion has become something else entirely, leaving her without a safe or at least familiar place to bunker down. That said, this isn't exactly the type of event one wants to sit still for. That only makes you an easy target. Instead, she opts to stay mobile, though she's stuck without the security of being well-armed this time around, having set all of her knives aside on the nightstand before everything changed overnight. That's an unfortunate setback, but if it comes down to protecting herself, she knows enough to be able to be resourceful and make due.

Anyone who happens to spot her as she makes her way through the hallways might notice that she seems jumpier than usual, on-edge and alert whenever she passes someone. After some investigation, it's become clear to her that they're locked in without any viable escape route, and so she's turned her attention to investigating the school itself instead, spending a fair amount of the afternoon in the library before heading to the gymnasium in search of anything that might possibly make a decent weapon in a pinch. Despite her desire to avoid places where people might gather, hunger eventually wins out and she makes her way to the cafeteria, wary and still unarmed.]

Private to Castiel )

Private to Tom Hanniger )

Private to James Potter )

[[ooc: Jo can be found at various locations in the school throughout the event and will be keeping a close eye on the network, so if anyone wishes to run into her or otherwise contact her at any time during the event, feel free to use this post to do so!]]
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Hey, uh - question?

[ Why is he asking he if he can ask a question? Probably being polite, as is per usual, even if he won't get a response. The face on the feed is kind, if a touch confused when looked at close enough - but then again, he face always has something close to an inquisitive stare, even when there's no question to be asked.

Right now, however, there is!

I think back home it was like November when I came to Wonderland. And then, I've been here for... two months, maybe?

[ He looks like he's struggling with the math, leaning away from the device to scratch the back of his neck. Really, it's just a lot to think about - jumbled up timelines and months overlapping and all that. Nexuses is freaky shit yo, and Scott ain't about that lifestyle. ] So, to me it's January. But on the calender here, it says that August just passed.

I mean - the whole point is my birthday was on August 23rd, but it hasn't been a year since my last birthday. [ do you see what he's getting at, because it took him awhile to make sense of it. He's not mad that his birthday went by unnoticed, not really, there were about fifty other more important things and a not-really-birthday was the least of his concerns. ]

The question is, am I seventeen or eighteen? [ A pause, and he clicks his tongue, chuckling a bit. ]

Either way, we're celebrating! Show up at the pool and we can party. Let's say half an hour?

[ click! ]

( ooc: EDIT forgot to mention!! i'm not posting a log, so all party threads can go in here! feel free to bounce around the action threads when people start posting them THREAD HOP THREAD HOP THREAD HOP )
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[The entire video is taken up by a wet canine nose, sniffing loudly. Then it pulls away and the owner - a brown and black dog with a red leather collar covered in strange runes.

The dog barks several times, rather loudly. Those particularly familiar with dogs might notice it sounds a bit off. Like someone doing an admittedly very good impression of a dog's bark. Still, not 100% authentic. Then the dog sighs and sits back.]

I suppose with all the other oddities here there’s no point in pretending to be a typical dog. [Yes, the dog talks. With a rather pleasant feminine voice in fact.]

I am the Disreputable Dog, and I must say, this place has the most fascinating smells. Really can’t complain. On any other occasion I would love to wander around this fine building you all have here and see what there is to see. But I have a rather pressing issue currently. Has anyone seen a young woman answering to Lirael? Pale skin, dark hair, painfully shy? See, we were rather in the middle of a grand adventure. Saving the world you know. And I'm pretty sure she can't do it without me.
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[The background behind Balthazar is bright and sunny, casting him mostly into silhouette, but the sun lights up his hair like a poor man's halo. Somewhere nearby, there's a bird chirping, so presumably he's in the gardens, rather than in front of a window.]

All right, I have a question. Has anyone here tried to garden, or have a windowbox, or anything of the kind? I have a couple indoor plants, but that's not really enough. I'd love to grow vegetables, at least. [What he actually wants is grape vines, but he's not sure anyone else would understand. Maybe he's a touch homesick.]

...I know, I know, why bother when everything we want comes out of the closets? But that's the problem. There's nothing about that requires effort, except when something's trying to kill us. Surely that's not healthy.
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The Search: A Complete List of Actions and Associated Feelings )

[It's somewhere around dawn when Blake surfaces on the network. A long night has his eyes rimmed dark, but otherwise he's doing a fair job of hiding everything. Which means he'll have what he needs to let everyone know.

Addressing the network rarely comes easily to him, and this time it makes his head and heart heavy enough that he feels pinned to the ground.]

Been by River's. Looks like her and Simon went home. Checked the grounds best I could, found nothin' suggestin' somethin' happened to 'em. 'Preciate if you guys could keep an eye out, just in case. Gotta feelin' they made their escape together, though.

[If only they could all be so lucky.]

Be unavailable a bit, so if you know somethin', or see somethin' urgent and I'm not answerin', forward it on to Dean Winchester. He'll know what to do with it.

[And from here, Blake will answer any questions he gets while on his way to his room where he'll drink alone (yeeeeeah, with nobody else). It's not a common occurrence for John, but if anything warrants getting a bit messed up, losing family (again) does.]

[[OOC: Action is open to anyone bold enough to go knocking at Blake's door.]]
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[ The video opens in darkness, the only sound to be heard the gentle movement of waves lapping against the shore. However, the very moment a tinge of light begins to creep over the horizon, a Voice begins to sing.

It is a Song the likes of which few have ever heard before. It rises as the light grows stronger, swelling with the tide and soaring as a bird may fly. It resonates in the air as well as the earth, a happy sound that could make even the most solemn of men dance to its melody.

The brightness of the morning spills over the waves, glistening with the newness of day. The Song crescendos finally as the sun peaks in the sky, only to diminish and fade into the sounds of the sea.

A few moments pass before the Singer finally appears. Great paws, golden and velveted all, appear first as he steps into view. A large, shaggy lion pads silently to the water edge, the breeze rustling its mane.

He stands there for a little while before turning and walking down the beach. ]

[ ooc: Please have a look at Aslan's PERMISSIONS POST before tagging! Aslan will be wandering around the beach as well as the outside part of the grounds all day. Feel free to run into him! He will respond to this video as well. Also, if you think your character might be able to detect/discern Aslan's true nature, feel free to have them do so! ]
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.... Ha-Hello? [There's a messy bit of hair and then a very brown eye, pulling back to reveal a curiously tattooed but youthful face. He looks a combination of nerve-wracked and delighted to try out the facetime function, but keeps most of the discoloration just out of sight, as though trying to hide any distinctive features.] Can people really see me on these things?

This is kind of embarrassing to figure out...[You can tell by the way the screen trembles slightly, if not by the stilted awkwardness that's otherwise overriding a Chicago accent.] I-I'm really nervous, can ya all see that? 'Cause..what happens if I drop it? I bet it costs an arm and leg!

But this has gotta be the keenest thing I've ever seen! [He shakes his head, deeply impressed.] It's like everybody's their own director of their very own personal-life talkies, or radio...only it's like a telephone, too with without the wire? Nuts!

Haha, I-It's like I'm a movie star! (Not a very good one, of course....  Okay, so probably a lousy one...) [He squints, and rubs sheepishly at the corner of his eye.] This is really strange. This whole place knocks me for a loop.

So ah, nobody else around here happens to know a thing or two about New York, do ya, by any chance? I heard some people here could be from the future!

But I... guess I don't really know if I wanna know about the future, right now, so... if you are, p-please don't tell me about it! If it's gonna be bad, I think I'd rather not worry about it just yet.

[Depression's depressing enough, and all that. He waits expectantly for about half a minute with the feed running live, looking hopefully down into his palm pilot. It's the kind of hopeful, giddy-nervousness that's downright painful to look at for long, for most decent-hearted people, without wanting to pat him on the shoulder and tell him not to worry, things'll be swell.]
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[ All you can see is a grinning face. Already you may feel the dread. If you've seen a calendar you already know what this means and, if you're smart, you've put in the ear plugs already because shit's about to get loud. ]




[ This isn't even text. The flickers of red white and blue are audible. It rings with freedom and inspires a certain kind of joy, like the kind that erupted when it was announced that Arrested Development was being brought back.

America steps back to reveal glory.

He's outside on the grounds. Everything that can possibly be associated with the 4th of July is there: burgers, hot dogs, apple pie, soda, ice cream, all sorts of glorious products and brands that aren't even around in the 1860s. Does that matter? Of course not. Today is a day when sense isn't even relevant.

The most indestructible car in existence has its bed full of fireworks, some that are probably illegal in most states. There's two cakes, one frosted like the Union flag and the other the Confederate, and both have sparklers stuck in them.

But most impressive is the absurd amount of booze. Seriously it's almost incomprehensible. It seems to stretch as far as the infinite fences and if you care to look out from a top floor or the roof, it's in the shape of the continental US. You should be terrified that he is setting off explosives this close to this much flammable liquid.

America lifts his arms as though to say behold my domain.

It's my birthday and everyone's invited! Even the Brits. Especially the Brits. I want ya to see how happy I am bein' independent.

Fireworks will happen soon as it's dark enough!

[ And if he's drunk enough he may or may not blow his hand off. He's already getting started on that btw. Join in the festivities, mingle, threadjack, do whatever you like DO WHATEVER YOU FUCKING LIKE TODAY IS A DAY OF FREEDOM. AMERICA WILL BE RIDING HIS DAMN DINOSAUR WAVING AN AMERICAN FLAG AS SOON AS THE FIREWORKS START YEAHHHHHHHHHH FOURTH OF JULY. ]
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[At first, he's utterly confused. Toothless falls asleep next to Hiccup, and wakes up on the grass in Wonderland. Then, slowly, the memories start coming back, and the Night Fury puts it together. It wasn't a dream! And the harness on his back was better than the one he remembered. He sprints back into the main level of the mansion, to track down Hiccup at his forge, and... discovers a regular door where the forge's should be.

When he runs - pretty much full-out - up to his room, he discovers that it's reverted to the way it used to be, a cozy cave. Rather than the lodge a Viking would be comfortable in.

Distressed, Toothless lets out a few sounding calls as he begins to scour the rest of the mansion. A long, forlorn, echoing sound. He doesn't understand. Hiccup had been here when he'd left, and he'd been back home, too...

Finally, he nudges his communicator open and stares at it, sitting down in the entrance hall. There's a gleam of judgment in his yellow eyes. What have you done with Hiccup, Wonderland, he seems to be asking, letting out one of his loud calls at the screen.]


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