realhumanbeing: i'll slowly wear you down and become your friend (happy ★ let me list all the ways)
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Hi, guys!

[Steven offers a grin. He's walking through the halls of the mansion, his smartphone held out before him. Every so often he stops and glances around him, but unless someone physically appears, the people on the network are much more interesting.]

I'm Steven Universe! I'm pretty new here. I mean, I'm really new; I just found this in my pocket, but I think I woke up about ten minutes ago? Uh-- I think I'm near the kitchen. I woke up there, anyway, and now I'm in a hallway! Who are you all? Where are you from? I saw a couple people are new here too, so we've already got some stuff in common! But you should tell me about yourself even if you're not new; I want to hear about all the different places people come from!

And-- there's a couple people I was wondering if you'd heard of. They're magical gems-- Pearl, Garnet, and Amethyst? They're aliens. Oh, but-- they're really great, though! Super friendly aliens, not like movies make aliens usually sound.

[OOC note: Feel free to run into Steven in the halls if you'd like!]
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[A young girl's face appears on the video feed, looking ever so slightly confused and concerned. Appearing on a public network in front of everyone is also giving her just a bit of stage fright, but they're not actually there in front of her, so it's not that bad. Besides, she has some questions that need answering.]

Hey, so... I can't help but notice that the mansion I've been staying in is gone? And also that... so are a lot of other people, it seems like. Unless there's another party somewhere I don't know about.

I was going to see if anyone had said anything about it, when I noticed I can make posts here all of a sudden, so I figured I'd ask... um...

Am I going to be living here now? Should I find a room? Is there anyone I need to talk to, or can I just... take one?

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Aug. 22nd, 2016 02:12 pm
grahamalytical: (Let it be said)
[personal profile] grahamalytical
[ Even though he's been in Wonderland for nearly two months at this point, this is the first time Will has made a post on the network, and only about the fourth time he's used his device at all. He's not a terrifically outgoing person, and it's easy for him to assume that people are probably better off without his input in most cases.

However, the network is clearly a good way to get answers and information, and ever since his conversation with Bedelia... He's been thinking a lot about "home". Been wondering if there are any people here in similar circumstances. It's been on his mind enough that eventually, he settles on simply straight-up asking people, if only to shut the train of thought down and put an end to the curiosity. And, perhaps, put himself a bit at ease. If that's even a possibility.

The question isn't posed through video, or even audio. This is more easily handled through text. And, it...makes the whole thing slightly less awkward, which doesn't hurt. ]


Is anyone out there uncertain about whether or not you'd like to go home?

Do you feel as though Wonderland may be the lesser of two evils? That you may be better off here than where you've come from?


[ Come and discuss any doubts you have about wanting to return to your world, Wonderland. Maybe you'll make him feel better about the disaster he'll be walking back into if and when he ever goes home. ]
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(The journal begins to record, obviously without its new owner's intention.

A Geth in a garden is probably a disconcerting sight. It's disconcerting for them too, albeit for an entirely different reason. They had not expected to encounter a garden, or anything else, ever again.

Legion begins to look around. It doesn't take them long to find the journal, and the residents of the mansion will get a good look at their flashlight face when they pick it up and stare quizzically at it for several moments. Upon realizing that it is recording, the flaps of plastic wrapped around their head flare out in an expression of surprise, and they click off the feed.

A moment later, they send a text.)


My reactivation is unexpected. Personality dissemination was irreversible.

Local flora matches that of the Human planet Earth.

(How is this possible?)
allaboutme: (i'm awash in a sea of confusion.)
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[ the woman on the feed runs a hand through short, highlighted brown hair, the uncertainty in her eyes quickly making it clear that she's a recent arrival, and still riding the confusion train.  she has a particularly bad feeling about this, because she's pretty sure what's happened to her.  

she's also... half wrong.  her tone contains a forced chipperness that's dropped pretty quickly. ]


Ok, so... lesson learned: interdimensional portals aren't toys.  Count me among the enlightened.  Look, all we were trying to do was send Landor the Jolly Green Giant back home.  I promise, we never meant to drag him to LA in the first place.  Not that he wasn't uh, a great guy, what with the drokken hunting and all, but I think we can all agree that people are better off sticking to their dimensional zip code.  

Speaking of which, I'd really... really like to go back to mine.  And I sort of lost my portal-opening guidebook en route, so uh... oh, what was it again....

Przvzyz.  Grxnyl?

Zrn...brl?


[ just no.

LOOK.  HOW MANY RANDOM COMBINATIONS OF LETTERS WITH NO VOWELS CAN THERE BE.  she's hoping any of them will come back to her, but that's just... not happening.  not to mention she's not sure whether the physical book is actually a part of the incantation or not.  whatever, it was a shot.  

the extensive candlelight behind her gives away her location to those familiar with the mansion: she's in the ballroom. ]
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[It's probably a silly instinctive thought to have because the danger has obviously passed and she knows Giorno and Mista would never let anything happen to her, but Trish can't help but jump to the obvious conclusion that this has something to do with Stands. How the hell else is she supposed to explain this? She decides, in the end, to keep it as a possibility, but not as a definitive. She'll just have to see what answers she can get out of the people here.]

[So when the feed flicks on, it's a pink-haired girl who seems completely nonplussed by the whole situation. Perhaps even like she's got her nose up in the air a little as she sits there with folded arms.]


The name's Trish Una. I'm sure you guys are sick of answering questions, but you haven't answered my questions. We'll start with the basics: what does a girl have to know about this place to survive?

I'll leave that open to interpretation, but don't waste my time with asinine answers.
sobercoach: (What else were you expecting?)
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[When the feed begins, the blonde whose face appears in the center of the screen makes no attempt to speak immediately, seeming to be thinking about something with her lips pulled into a bow, her eyes narrowing infinitesimally as they look off screen before snapping onto the camera itself.]

I have to admit. [Her face animated as she starts to speak, accompanied by a dry, almost snarky tone.] I was all ready to pin this on the little Witch but I think it's fair to say we're not in Mystic Falls anymore.

[It's hard to say whether she's annoyed, bored or amused. The woman who can't look much more than early twenties, taking time out to top up her glass of Scotch. She doesn't so much as grimace as she takes a drink before speaking again.]

Right - [Refocusing on her screen.] Introductions then. Lexi Branson.

[The blonde raises her glass and drains it before setting it aside.]

I'm not exactly sure how long this is going to last... [Leaning closer to her device.] So lets skip all the boring bits and you can tell me what passes for fun in this place. Okay?
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[personal profile] digiorno
Due moltiplicato per due fa 4. 4 moltiplicato per 4 fa sedici. Sedici è due moltiplicato per due moltiplicato per due, quadrato 4, come il gioco.

[This is what he sends while he's still in his room, still contemplating where he is, and why, if there is a why. Sometimes there isn't, and he knows that; sometimes people attack you for no reason, simply because you're in a position of power, even if they don't have an issue with you specifically. This is what he's learning. It's not paranoia if you're right.]

[The message will draw appropriate attention if it's there to be drawn. If it's not, as he suspects, it'll pass unnoticed or at least ignored by most people and will draw out those who speak Italian or have short tempers or both.]

[He can't stay here forever, of course, so after about half an hour he steps out of his room and into the hall. He's an obvious new arrival, since he's inspecting the mansion with extreme and unfamiliar care, but he doesn't quite seem afraid. Curious, yes, annoyed, definitely, but afraid, no. He moves with the quiet grace he's accustomed to, the only real acquiescence to the situation a gentle frown and a slightly pinched brow.]

[He explores everywhere, and thoroughly, so it takes awhile; even so, he spends extra time in some places. The library fascinates him in the way that only a total nerd can be fascinated by an apparently infinite library, but he manages to tear himself away after only forty-five minutes cradling a tome on rainforest insects that never existed on Earth and never will. The kitchen holds him a little bit longer, because at first he's delighted by the plenty offered by the cupboards, and then he's terrified (again, always) at letting someone else control what and when he eats. He's all tense what-ifs until he gets to the ballroom, where he stays for a little while simply because it's pretty, and pretty things soothe him.]

[It's not until he gets past the gardens into the forest that the switch flips, quite neatly, from frustration and uncertainty to anger. The reason is fairly predictable. All the same, he looks at most mildly bothered, leaning one hand on the nearest tree trunk when the video switches on.]


If anyone has a moment and it's not too much trouble, I'd appreciate if you could tell me what the hell is wrong with this forest. There's not a thing in here but the trees.

[A beat.]

Obviously I have a laundry list of other questions, but really.


( ooc ; feel free to catch him anywhere in the mansion or on the grounds for the action portion! )

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