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WHOO! NO EVENT THIS WEEKEND!

You know what that means? It's time to get TURNT.

[Eleanor upends a tequila bottle directly into her mouth, takes a few swallows, then drops it to point into the camera.]

Y'all gotsta catch up. It's too cold now for the floating bar, so I'm just at the reg-lar one.

[She hiccups.]

This is a totally open invitation, but obvs I'd prefer all the really hot people show up. Like, we've got some rull hot people here and I haven't slept with anywhere near enough of you. Just saying.

[Uhhh, yeah, that's all she's got.]

KAY, BYE BITCHES.

[The feed ends.]
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[The white haired man in the image is both a little out of focus, and more than a little unsure what he's doing. Michael seems bemused, if not outright nervous. He'd been so terribly excited to go to Earth, and this... hasn't been what he expected.]

Yes, hello, is this thing on? Sorry--always wanted to say that. [He chuckles, before moving on.]

But really, is it? Oh, there we go. [Nothing changes about the feed, so it's hard to say what he thinks he accomplished.]

I don’t suppose anyone could tell me where I am? If you could just, direct me to a bus. Or a train? Maybe an ‘uber’.
Something that goes to-- [And here the camera shifts jarringly to a view of the grounds where he's been wandering, and there’s some rustling, like the owner of the voice might be looking through notes.]--”Phoenix, Arizona.”

[Because that's absolutely a place he can reach from wherever he's wound up, right? Of course it is. The portal was supposed to take him where he needed to go--and where he needed to go was a rather specific place and time on Earth--so it must have. If it were anywhere else, a Place or a Zone for instance, he'd know. All of this is just... a misunderstanding. Clearly. 

This is the face of a man who is trying desperately not to consider the possibility that something has gone very, very wrong.]
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[ Oh God why is this happening. Why.

For Wonderland, it's only been a week, but for Chloe, it's been months. She addresses the network in a curious get-up: a wedding dress and veil made out of toilet paper. It looks like she's dropped in straight out of a bachelorette party game, which she did. ]


Wow. Okay. For once? Wonderland's timing could not have been better.

[ The most observant will notice the engagement ring on her left hand.

That bachelorette party? Totally her own.

And it was sucking. ]


It's been, what, a week, maybe? Obviously longer for me. Definitely longer. [ She glances around, only then remembering the toilet paper crown which she rips off her head and discards. Chloe is in the caves: the same cave she appeared in on her first arrival to Wonderland, actually. She glances around, wide-eyed and obviously completely lost. ]

I really should have mapped these better when I had the chance.

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Oct. 15th, 2018 05:49 pm
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[ In between caring for her husband, Claire sends a message quickly to the network. ]

Effective immediately, I will not be maintaining hours at the clinic for the foreseeable future. If you need any assistance, you will be in good hands with Mikan and Liv. Thank you for understanding.

Private to close CR

Jamie's returned.
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[Seth has been laying a bit low since the beating he took. In part because beautiful features, but a lot in part to not wanting to talk about who since it was a bad misunderstanding and he can handle why it was done. That said, he's really curious about something and having had a drink or two - sorry he hasn't quit entirely. He's in a decent mood, obviously at Lux, and can't help himself.]

Okay. I waited to see if it made more sense [Off painkillers] but nothing yet so... What gives with the horse and the tee shirt from the festival? Did I miss the place getting an official mascot? Was there a horse in the original story? Come on. Someone. Make it all make sense.

[Later in the day though, he sends out a private text to a handful of people.]



Private Text )

audio; open

Sep. 1st, 2018 08:51 pm
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[ Liv isn't thinking as she pulls out her device and just starts talking, begging for someone to come to the clinic. ]

I need help. I need help, please, I need...Claire, Claire's dead, someone else is hurt. Please, we're in the clinic, I need help.

[ That's all, as she drops her device. ]

Video

Aug. 20th, 2018 01:06 pm
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[One Kiyotaka Ishimaru appears on the video feed, looking more somber than usual. Even so, he bows politely to the feed and attempts to force a smile. Every now and then, as he speaks, he sniffles.]

Good morning, everyone. If we have not yet met, please allow me the pleasure of introducing myself. My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru, and I believe in the value of hardwork. I was accepted to Hope's Peak Academy with the title of Super High School Level Public Morals Commitee Member. B-but I am here to make sure that everyone knows about a certain matter!

[He pauses for a moment, before he goes on with some difficulty.]

Recently, it seems that the Super High School Level Bike Gang Leader... Mondo Oowada, the brother of my soul... has left this world. I do not know if he will ever return. This... may be goodbye for us. Please, I ask you to remember him fondly. I know that he can be a difficult person, and he has made some horrible mistakes, but he is also very passionate and has a strong heart underneath it all! I sent my fondest wishes to any and all of his friends in this mansion. And that is not all. [A beat] I... would also like to apologize for my behavior the other month, when I called myself by a different name. At the time, I believed that my brother's spirit was within me. B-but... Now I know for sure that was not the case. I... am truly just myself, Kiyotaka Ishimaru. I apologize for any confusion. And I hope that I can be of help in the future... in solving this place's mysteries. Let... us all do our best.

[He looks weary from having spoken that much. A lot of his characteristic energy is drained from him. But he still leaves the message on a slight smile.]

video;

Aug. 12th, 2018 03:43 pm
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[There's little build up, just the camera coming on and a question.]

So... Used to be if you died five times, then you were the Mirror Queen's bitch.

So what now? We're all chummy, right? So what happens now if you kick it five times in this place? Still her plaything despite all that happened after the chess match? Did I miss that in the change over?
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[The video opens to a familiar sight - it’s Liv and Papyrus! The latter looks particularly excited, but quickly regains his composure and clears his throat.]

AHEM!! GREETINGS, WONDERLAND!!! THIS IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND THE MAGNIFICENT LIV BRINGING YOU A VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

[ Liv actually waves a little, grinning. ]

So, we figured a while back that it might be fun to get to know everyone a little better, but meet and greets are boring and no one likes having to do ice breakers. Hopefully, though, our idea bridges the gap and gets people to mingle in a way that doesn’t feel awkward. Anyway, food festival! Everyone…mostly, has to eat, right?


[Papyrus nods in approval!]

EXACTLY!! ADDITIONALLY, EVERYONE HERE COMES FROM ALL SORTS OF DIFFERENT WORLDS!! AND DIFFERENT WORLDS MEANS DIFFERENT TYPES OF CUISINE!!! SO, WE INVITE YOU TO COOK SOMETHING THAT IS UNIQUE TO YOUR WORLD FOR THIS FESTIVAL!! ALLOW EVERYONE TO HAVE A TASTE OF WHAT YOUR HOME WORLD COOKING IS LIKE!!!

And if you can’t cook, don’t worry! Just use the closet to present the closest approximation of whatever it is that represents home to you. Since an event just ended, we’re gonna aim for this Saturday, out in the gardens. So you can eat, roam around, meet new people if you want. One disclaimer: if you eat brains or drink blood, try to make sure people are aware of...what might be in your food.

[ They don’t need anyone hurling. ]


ACTUALLY, I’M PRETTY SURE THAT SOME HUMANS HAVE SOME ALLERGIES TOO, LIKE NUTS AND THE LIKE??? I’D MAKE SURE TO LET EVERYONE KNOW ABOUT THAT TOO. IN FACT, YOU SHOULD PROBABLY JUST MAKE A LITTLE CARD DETAILING WHATEVER IT IS YOU COOKED, LIKE THIS!!!

[Papyrus pulls out from behind him a little cardstock sign, which features a crude drawing of spaghetti along with the words, ‘PAPYRUS’S FAMOUS SPAGHETTI’ written on it. Hey, it gets the point across!]

Good idea! Maybe write on there if there are nuts, too. That’s the most common allergy, right?

[ The former doctor should know! ]

I think - pending no events but hopefully there isn’t one since we just turned into birds a few days ago - this should be good to go. So, we’ll be out there, all the plates, silverware, napkins and beverages will be provided which means all you have to do is bring a dish. We’ll provide cards and markers to write the name of your dish, the name of the place you want, and your name.

[ She looks at Papyrus. ]

What time should we start?


[Papyrus looks completive, scratching his chin.]

I BELIEVE THE BEST TIME TO START IS AROUND NOON. THAT’S USUALLY WHEN EVERYONE EATS LUNCH, YES?? BESIDES, IT SHOULD BE NICE ENOUGH TO EAT OUTSIDE!!

[He feels like he should find a piece of wood to knock on, just to be on the safe side.]

AND, I BELIEVE THAT’S ABOUT IT!! WE LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU ALL ON SATURDAY!!! BRING YOUR BEST DISHES!!!
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[NOTE: I e n c o u r a g e you guys to talk to each other on this post. Not just to Kol. It's the kind of thing that could really spawn some good conversations so feel free to threadjack. 100% okay on my end, always, no need to ask.]



[Kol has thought on it a lot, but this seemed the simplest way to get to the masses. He felt video responses would get too convoluted and messy, so text was the easiest avenue for his purposes. Plus, it would make it a hell of a lot easier for him to keep up with his own notes of things that way, too.

He's also still coming off of trying to deal with the fact that he went through his first fully-immersive Wonderland Event, complete with what more or less amounts to a very intricate level of compulsion in his mind. Re-written memories, set to act out a part someone else decided he should play. He is not particularly fond of being on the opposite end of that little trick, and the only silver lining in was that it didn't last very long.

But he has other things brewing in the back of his mind about that, and to eventually attempt to accomplish that? He needs to know what kind of powers, magic, and other abilities may be at work, here.]


I know that this place is made up of a little bit of everyone and everything all thrown into someone's toybox for their own fun. Or, that's bloody well what it feels like, at any rate. But because it's such a mix, I find myself curious about who's out there, and what they can do.

Rumor has it, my family's sort of known in these halls, so I don't s'pose I'll be surprising anyone who knew my other siblings before they were popped back home, in owning up to being a vampire. One of the first, back where I'm from, actually.

Which brings me to my next point: Granted, I know it isn't for everyone, and not everyone does it, but there's this really strange sort of almost blanket acceptance of people here that I don't think you find in very many places. You have all these supernaturals and powered people mixing with humans and I don't even know what else. And it's just a thing, another fact of life. People can live here and be what they are, be public about it even, and it doesn't really matter. At least, that's what I've gotten out of my time here.

I imagine at least a good handful of you probably knew what I was when I got here, knew my family's story, or at least pieces of it, but as far as I know, no one's judged me. Certainly, no one's coming running at me with a stake or made threats to find ways to contain me for little more than being what I am.

You just don't have that in most places. People are so judgmental and quick to hate what they don't understand. Me, personally? I love to learn.

Which is why I'm here. No one's obligated to answer, but if you're up for the discussion, tell me. Who are you? What can you do? Not limited to folks of supernatural or powered persuasions, either. I'm interested in hearing anyone's skills.

And on a more personal note? I'm calling out to any witches who may be interested in chatting. You could say I'm a bit of a fan of magic.
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Seems like as a good a time as ever to start questioning everything, right?

[ Liv is sitting at a desk in her room, tank top and pajama pants on, legs crossed underneath her in a chair. ]

So, I've been thinking about something. For those of you who haven't been here for the past five months or so: hi, I'm Liv, and I'm a zombie. Here's a handy link to my archived message about it:

[ guesswhatimdead.pdf ]

Moving on, my specific brand of zombie-ness is a virus: if you get bitten or scratched you get sick and then you die and then you turn, no exceptions. What I'm realizing here, in Wonderland, is that no one gets sick. Seriously, I volunteer in the clinic and no one's showed up with so much as a cold. No flu, no food poisoning, nothing. I was also looking at past network messages and there was a pregnant woman here once. Her pregnancy never advanced, ever. So, time is moving, it obviously is, because the seasons change and somehow we're all aware of when it's Thanksgiving or Christmas. Whatever. We literally counted down the new year. And yet, time isn't moving because things like aging obviously don't happen.

Illnesses and viruses don't spread.

[ Finally, the point. ]

I know that for some of you from zombie worlds if you die you'll come back, but you're already sick, whatever virus is from your world is already in you, it's already progressed to a point where you'd turn if you died. But that still means to spread it, me or anyone from a zombie world have to actually make you sick. I'd have to scratch you or bite you, and then the actual illness would have to set in: fever, chills, feeling like your bones are glass. But if illnesses never progress, then hypothetically, it can't spread. Right?

[ Which would be great for her because what she's leaving out is that if she ever slept with anyone here, she'd turn them into a zombie that way, too. ]

I don't really have a way to test it, I wouldn't ask anyone to risk a death on research, but I'd be interested in hearing your thoughts about it.
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[ The camera turns on to show piercing blue eyes, blonde hair and a serious face, he may be familiar to some people, he may not be. He’s not concerned with that. He’s all business right now. He does make it a point to show enough of the grounds for people to know where to find him, the edge of the gardens, the lake at his back.]

This is Steve Rogers.

[ He talked to Tony, he got the run down, he’s also done his own research, he’s read the pamphlet, he’s played with the device enough to gather what information he needs- and Natasha should be proud of his information gathering skills. He scopes out the mansion and the grounds and this seems like the easiest way to announce himself- considering who he saw was here. Considering it might not be polite to go track someone down if they think he’s dead- or well, dead in their time. ]

I got here yesterday, I read the pamphlets. Is there anything else I should be aware of that wasn’t covered in those? Any information would be appreciated.

[ With a nod he turns off the device and waits. Who he needs will come to him and anything else he can glean from this place is good. ]
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They say that keeping secrets is bad for our wellbeing.

[And Pearl knows a whole lot about just how bad keeping a secret can be for one's wellbeing, especially when said secret is forced into her and she is physically unable to speak the truth even thousands of years after the matter.]

[Yes, that hurts quite a bit.]

So I was thinking that we could all partake in an anonymous confessional! I'll go first, of course.

[She wonders if the truth would work over text, but oddly enough, she is too scared to try in front of so many people. Not scared that she could be free from the burden at last, but scared that it will be just as fruitless, and she'll have to face the reality of her apparently eternal mental captivity once more. Clinging to that little glimmer of possibility feels infinitely better than destroying it outright.]

[It wouldn't make sense to anyone but a few, anyways. Someday, somehow, the time will come. Hopefully. Maybe. Stars and heavens above, please. But for now, she had something a bit easier to stomach.]

Okay. Okay.
I like watching humans sleep sometimes.

video.

Feb. 19th, 2018 12:38 pm
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[ She's always been a little less than composed when she addresses the network and she's not sure why. It's usually just initially, like she needs to warm up because she's talking to...well, a lot of people. And this may be seen as the dumbest idea ever, but hey, if she believes it's good, they'll believe it's good, right? ]

Hey there. So. I went away for a little while and now I'm back. Can't say I missed this place, but I'm sure you get it, right?

[ That, at least, she's sure everyone can relate to. Going home and coming back, realizing you're stuck again. Crying a little about it. ]

Anyway. It's nice to see all of you again. Kind of. Through this thing.

[ Get to the point, Patterson. She can almost hear Weller in her head. ]

So I was thinking about how nobody really has a birthday here, not in the traditional sense, I think, right? I'm sure some people have parties anyway, when they think of it, but. I was thinking - what about a birthday party for us? All of us? We kind of deserve it? And it would be retro-themed, so think Pin the Tail on the Donkey, water balloons, embarrassing games of Twister, ice cream cake. Just to name a few. I'm open to suggestions. Who's in?

I'm flexible on what to do about gifts for each other, so really, suggestions are totally welcome. On the subject of parties, what's the best party or birthday - or both - you ever had?

video;

Feb. 6th, 2018 12:11 am
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[Okay, R, just breathe. Well, don't breathe, but relax, because if you don't, you're going to stammer your way through this so badly that no one is going to get the right idea about what you're saying.

After Liv's post a few days ago, what R is about to do has been on his mind a great deal. He doesn't use the network often, and rarely to post something for himself, but this...

This is important.

There's no lighting or angle that really catches this guy's 'best side', because with the greyish pallor, pewter-coloured eyes and dark veins inching their way up the sides of his neck there is really no 'good side' to capture, but give him a break, he's doing his best.
]

Um-- hi.

['Good start. Now carry on before you start to look like an idiot.']

There's s... something I have t-.. to say. I haven't... been trying to lie t-... to anyone. What Liv... what Liv said - I'm the same. Not... Not exactly the... same.

[That one's a given, probably, with the way there's no chance he's passing as Living, and the problematic speech impediment.]

I'm... I'm a z-.. zombie too. I don't want t... to hurt anyone. I just... don't want to be sh-.. shot at. [You know, if it's not too much trouble.]

Okay. Mm... thanks.
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[ When Liv appears on the screen, she's in a nice off-white sweater with a hint of gold sparkle to it, full face of makeup and nervously smiling. She gives a wave, then lets out a breath she's been holding. ]

I have a confession. And some of you know. Some of you who know me don't know, and everyone else...

[ She pauses, looking down a little. Is this the right thing? Hell if she knows. It's not like she's in a place the size of Seattle. Maybe now's the time to just come clean. ]

The rest of you don't need to know but uh...at this point if someone found out by word of mouth I feel like it'd suck more, so.

My name is Liv. I've been living here since the summer. And...I'm a zombie.

[ She pauses for a beat. ]

Obviously from a different zombie world than the rest of you. I'll answer your questions now: Yes, I eat what you think I eat but the closet provides it for me. I only act like the maniac you'd expect when I'm hurt unexpectedly and then I'm super strong and just kind of...grunty. But I can help, I do help. I've saved people. I've died here. Yes, I'm technically dead right now, but I still look great?

I guess those are the hard-hitting questions. If you have any others I'll be here to answer them.

Please don't try to kill me. I'll just come back.

So I guess that's it. Now you all know, and I can breathe easier. Ish. Well, not breathe. Whatever, you know what I mean.

audio;

Nov. 13th, 2017 12:02 pm
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[ Liv's still in bed, so no video today, and she's too lazy to text. Damn Millenials. ]

Hey, so, discounting the fact that with every single event, really weird things happen, for as long as you've been here what's the weirdest thing outside of events that has happened to you? Anything? Or is the weird part only wrapped up in the events that happen?

Like, I keep expecting food to make me smaller or bigger like in the book, but so far that only appears to have happened surrounding a mansion-wide deal. At least according to the public network archives. It just made me curious.

[ Thanks for listening, Wonderland. ]
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[ Henry’s been here about ten minutes and he really needs to get out, now. Because he’s either losing his mind, or he fell and hit his head, or he’s dead, or something. He would almost swear he’s been here before except he knows he hasn’t. He does know he was going to write about a version of Wonderland in his book but never got there, so is he somehow living that discarded draft? All he can think to do is actually confront the residents via video message. ]

Okay, so, hello. Just to get the basics out of the way, I’m Henry Mills and I guess I’m new here. Whatever else people want to know, sure, ask away, but I do have a question.

How the hell did I get here? I mean is there a running theory, is this a fever dream we’re all sharing, something in the water? I was having a beer and then I was in this place so any answers would be really appreciated at this point.

Also: did you believe in magic before coming here because this closet situation is seriously freaking me out.

[ What is happening and how is it possible? ]

Anyway, just thought I’d introduce myself. Sorry if I wasted anyone’s time.

text;

Oct. 15th, 2017 03:58 pm
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[ She's felt so restless for a number of different reasons, and she keeps picking up her device, not sure who she's wanting to reach out to, who she wants to be reaching out to, so finally, she just addresses the network at large. ]

So, getting drunk for multiple days after you die. Par for the course, or just me?

✍ video

Oct. 14th, 2017 10:23 am
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[ Henry's sitting in his bedroom, a handful of different illustrations pinned to a bulletin board behind him. Maybe some old school veterans of Wonderland recognize the last two.

When Henry addresses the network, he just has one pretty specific question. ]


If someone was writing a story about your life, of everything up to this point, what would you want, more than anything, for them to get right about you?
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[It's video, this time, because lucky you. He's calling people out, and if he expects them to show their face to him, least he can do, he figures, is start off that way himself. You see what you get here, Wonderland. To make it all civilized and shit, he's in the Tea Room. ]

So.

I hear dying here makes you some Big Fucking Problem or something. And yeah, I know, there's some database/spreadsheet/accountant shit you're making to log all this.

But, it strikes me, that any one of you can lie. And if you come back as a big fucking problem, you're definitely going to lie.

[He can handle big fucking problems, if it comes to it, but they don't need to know that. Some can probably figure that shit out, though, if, you know, they got eyes here.]

So, yeah. Gonna need to talk to... [He looks down at a written list for a second.] right.

Dan Palmer. Sam Winchester. Souji Seita [Yeah, he probably butchers the pronunciation of that last one. And they can probably figure out why he wants to talk to them. ]

You know where to find me.

((OOC: anyone else welcome to respond/action/peanut gallery/whatevs, too. Come at him, bro!)).
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ok but I'm assuming there's a welcoming committee? I'd just like to say that I haven't been introduced to the welcoming committee and also, I'm assuming there's a brochure somewhere, something along the lines of 'welcome to wonderland here are 101 ways to get high'?

didn't get that either.

so that said, i'm going to compile a list of every question you must have heard a thousand times before.

✘ this pocket universe is inspired by carrol's wonderland. duh. any signs of a portal? anything?

✘ are the mirrors creepy in a 1984 way or in a creepy-girls-WILL-climb-out-at-night way? super important.

✘ where are the EAT ME and DRINK ME stuff? because I had cookies three hours ago and I'm reporting no change in size. Where do I file a complaint?

✘ how many people's heads have been offed? is that a thing?

✘ is there really a high caterpillar? because meeting the guy's on my bucket list.

✘ HAVE all of the mansion's horses and all of its men tried to put Humpty together again?


also fyi if you see a guy in a flying suit of armor that's just me. don't shoot, it never ends well and also it gives me a serious electromagnetic headache.
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[A very tired twenty-something Indian male appears on camera. His hair is a mess, disheveled as if from sleep and having shoved his hands through it a few too many times, and his clothes appear to have been slept in. Because they have. Mahir sighs and pushes his glasses up his nose before he addresses the camera.]

Hello. Wonderland, is it? As in Alice and, I presume. I’m afraid to say that kind of fantasy literature has never been my particular cup of tea. My name is Mahir Gowda. I am the head of the factual news division of the After the End Times news site, although I doubt that means much here. Perhaps it’s a sign of exhaustion, or stress, or my colleague’s particular brand of insanity has suddenly mutated and become contagious, but if this is a delusion, it’s a very convincing one.

I don’t suppose anyone would be so kind as to point me to a very strong cup of tea? If I’ve truly been kidnapped to an alternate dimension, I assume that calling my wife is out of the question. If she hasn’t divorced me yet, she certainly will be after this.

...I may need something a bit stronger than tea, on consideration.

☀ video;

Aug. 12th, 2017 04:58 pm
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[ It's been a weird few months in Wonderland, and this last event was disconcerting in the way that it robbed them all of their real identities for a little while. That world was all they knew, and she hated that loss of control, of having her memories completely twisted without her consent. Patterson wishes they would never have to go through that again, but knows that probably won't be the last of it.

Which just makes her even more determined to do what she wants, something she has some semblance of control over. She wants to know more people here, and she wants them all to make their own fun, even if that's a fleeting thing. Even if their captors never give a damn, Patterson will never give them the satisfaction of being visibly frustrated or upset by the circumstances of this place.

So she starts the video feed with a smile and a little wave. ]


Hey, everyone out there. Some of you know me, but just in case: I'm Patterson. Been here a few months now. It's...an adventure, right?

Anyway, I was thinking about ways to kind of make this place feel even just slightly more normal. Something we can control. Okay, so back home, I collect board games. Like, a lot. [ Enough that she has them organized alphabetically by board game creator. ] We should do a monthly game night. Or weekly? And maybe sometimes we could even come up with a murder mystery game. Like a dinner theater type thing. Would anyone out there even care? I wanna find an empty room, decorate it, and we could do this there. Maybe even watch movies afterwards, eat lots of junk food.

Who's up for it?

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Aug. 9th, 2017 12:55 am
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[Maggie can fake calm and composed quite well when she has an audience. She manages to keep the faint edge of hysteria out of her voice long enough to broadcast this.]

Hello, darlings. This is quite the genre shift!

I admit that my last cup of tea wasn't strictly tea. I don't, however, recall spiking it with something this strong. Even in my party girl phase I was never on any drug that triggered hallucinations so vivid.

While I'm sure it will make wonderful inspiration one day, now is a very inconvenient time for me to be crazy. That role is already occupied on my team. The story just wouldn't work with two of us trying to fill it.

If anything I say is getting through my delusions to the ears of someone real, would you please run and fetch Auntie Maggie an antipsychotic?

anon text.

Jul. 20th, 2017 04:26 pm
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[ After being told there are vampires in this place, Liv has to know what people think about a couple of different things without outing herself in the process. ]

If you're something other than human and need to eat, let's call it, 'alternative food,' are you ever worried about someone finding out and freaking in an 'I'll kill you' way?

And for all of the actual humans, are you afraid of the people who aren't human?

Asking for a friend.

( voice )

Jul. 17th, 2017 08:35 pm
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Just why is zombie literature so abundant? I've never found the appeal of it, and yet apparently it's one of the more popular choices here.

( Not that literature really indicates what events they're getting but the literature surely has to be in that many worlds if the actual thing happens too, and there's been a few zombie type events -- both ones she's seen and missed )

Though it gives me that idea that perhaps now might be a good time to test some defences. I just need a volunteer. Not sure I can guarantee your safety though.

( You won't die! She hopes. Could be close )

( PRIVATE | Leonard Snart )
    You were looking for a more interesting conversation before? I might have something.
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[The device falls from a slack hand, found in a pocket and puzzled over for only a moment before it's dropped. A smear of dirty water smudges one corner of the camera, and someone stumbles halfway into view on the screen.

That someone is soaked through, wearing a white shirt and a dirty, red tie that stands out almost ghoulishly against the pallor of his skin - just a little too grey to be natural. Maybe it's just the cold. He's shivering and gripping his upper arms, viewing the bloody carnage that surrounds him with the wide-eyed bewilderment of a child.

But no matter how you spin it, there is something visibly off about this man. His colour is one thing, but the bluish veins that stand out against his skin and the pewter-grey shade of his eyes paint a very peculiar picture.

He looks more like the bodies surrounding him than anyone who might be watching.

The backdrop paints a clear picture of just where he is, and takes a few shuffling steps forwards, displaying something that looks like uncertainty. His expression works - confusion, worry - then he moves out of shot.
]




[[ooc: inviting anyone to come across him in person, or shout at him from the phone! he'll come back and pick it up. all I ask is pls don't shoot him in the head.]]
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[ Carl doesn't know where this place is, nor appreciates being kidnapped away from his family really, but when he turns on the video, he is settled in the library comfortably away from the majority of unfamiliar faces here and trying as hard as he can to look calm for whom he assumes are his captors... and fellow kidnappees.

Of course what you don't know is that in the last half hour or so, during his initial arrival, he was 100% an open display of panic, uneasiness, and questions before even getting to this point. And while he's found most his answers and come to calm considerably on the outside, he has a couple more question to ask right now! ]


Dad? Are you here? [ His voice ventures with that to start, hoping if his dad, or anyone he knew, in fact, were here it would alert them to his presence on the spot. Then putting on his brave face and moving more to the point, he continues: ] Um, I was told- [ actually ] I overheard that this's how you can talk to everyone, so I was wondering if anyone seen my friends.

There's Michonne, Glenn, Daryl, my dad. Rick Grimes... [ And others too. But honestly there's too many to list so he trails off at his dad's name, which sounds weird rolling off his tongue because the man was always respectfully just dad to him.

In any case, he figures if anybody knows one of his friends, they'll know all of them. He appears thoughtful about what he should say for a moment before he skips right to a closing thought. ]


So, if you see them, tell them I'm here. To call me on this phone. [ a pause ] Or just tell me how to find them.


(ooc: oh yeah, and a small note! happy to have anyone bump into him in the library or before that. anything is cool with me, really! PM me or add me on plurk at [plurk.com profile] Naonith if you'd like to talk or plot.)
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The last time Liv woke up at the beach was the day she woke up in a body bag.

Liv sat up quickly, brushing the sand from her jeans. She didn’t remember driving to the lake but it really didn’t surprise her she was here. This was the last place anyone would think to look for her and she wasn’t in the mood to be around people right now. Plus, the last brain she ate had been from the stoner kid. Peppy Cheerleader wasn’t going to cut it with the way she felt now. She needed something that was inclined to drown her problems in whatever pharmaceutical she could get her hands on. Too bad she didn’t still have a sample from the alcoholic brain.

Liv had rushed back to the morgue the moment her mother had burst into tears. She had killed her brother. It was the icing on top of the shit cake of her life. What else was she supposed to do? Major hated her for taking the choice away from him. There wasn’t any more cure left. If she allowed the doctors to take her blood and give it to Evan it was dooming him to a life of a monster. And that was actually the best case scenario. What if the doctors decided to use her blood for another person? Or a nurse mistakenly stabbed herself with a bloody needle? There were too many variables for Liv to count. As much as she wanted to help Evan, she couldn’t. Damned if she helped and damned if she didn’t – there was no denying it anymore: Liv was a monster.

She’d eaten the last of the stoner kid’s brain, only stopping to dump half a bottle of Siracha on top. She scarfed it down and stopped at the nearest liquor store and picked up the largest bottle of Fireball Whiskey she could find. That was the last thing she remembered until now. The bottle of Whiskey was gone – possibly floating in the lake – but the strangest thing about it was she never remembered Lake Washington having waves before.

She reached into her pocket to pull out her cellphone. It was gone, replaced with a black looking device. It was relatively the same and she was too confused to care. Still, even though she spent the evening in a black out haze, she needed to know how Evan’s surgery had gone. Punching in the number for Ravi’s phone, Liv placed the black device up to her ear.

Silence. Not even a damned ring tone. Instead of being scared, she was pissed. Someone had grabbed her phone and replaced it with some broken piece of junk. She flipped through the files, grumbling when she didn’t even see an icon for Facebook. Who didn’t have Facebook? Not that she was on it regularly anymore – just the principle of the matter.

Liv pressed the nearest button that looked to be some sort of video mail and sent it out to anyone who was on this joker’s contact list. It was much easier to focus on the moron who stole her phone than anything else. Anger was a perfect distraction.

Video

[The video comes into focus. A pale girl with limp blonde hair and dark circles stares into the camera. She looks pissed.]

To all the Asshats that have the misfortune of being on numbnuts friendslist – I have his, her, whatevers phone. It sucks. I want mine back. You have this number so text me back an address.

[The girl looks up, distracted. She squints her eyes as if she can see someone in the distance. Flipping her hoodie up over her head she looks down at the screen.]

Seriously, I will spam your mailbox until I get a reply. Don’t think I won’t.

[The screen goes black. Liv slips the black phone into her pocket. Someone is walking towards her and she puts her head down, not really wanting to make eye contact. Maybe it was a bad idea she came to the Lake. Too many bad memories here. Of course, the moment she starts walking and sees the strange house in the distance, it dawns on her that all of the lake side houses are on the opposite shore. It doesn’t make any sense. If she isn’t at the lake, then where the hell is she?]

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