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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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[Trish is outside with her back to the mansion at the moment. She's looking quite dressed up and speaking like she's got somewhere to be.]

Listen up. I know there's a lot of parties going on right now, but I think we can all agree that they're just okay, right?

Fortunately for you guys, Giorno and I are here for you and we know how to throw an amazing party because we understand that good parties need lots and lots of two things: style and alcohol. We happen to have both of those things in abundance.

So, if you're sick of the heart themes and the sub-par food, I suggest you come on out towards the edge of the woods. The party goes until the last person leaves and you can help yourself to as much food and wine as you'd like. Hell, take some with you before you go.

[Trish smiles and she looks almost downright devious.]

We've also got a karaoke stage and trust me when I say, we've definitely got your song. Even if you don't know which one that happens to be just yet, we've got it.

[She starts to make the motion to end the message, but stops abruptly.]

Oh, and come dressed to the nines. It's gonna be your night and your time to shine, so look the part, alright? If you need any tips or advice on what to wear, I can help you out. Giorno might even pitch in his opinion, too, if he's not too busy with the finishing touches.
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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?)
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[this was in no way a good event for Peridot. oh, it had started out well enough, resistances, rebellion, standing up for the little guy, but it had all been wrong, and there for a brief moment, she was something she wasn't supposed to be. not in a metaphorical sense either. in a very real, very horrifying sense.

and then it was over. and she was back to being a gem, as if it had never happened, and was she supposed to forget that? forget that form, that body when she could remember it clearly. this is probably not bothering anyone else, but it's bothering her, and she isn't sure how to bring it up or discuss it or anything.

so she goes to her own stand-by... being bitter.]


Log Date... [she pauses, suddenly realizing she has no idea what the date even is anymore, and then goes on.] Undated Log zero-dash-zero-dash-one.

This is a public transmission from Peridot. Full designation "Peridot Facet-2F5L Cut-5XG," a gem formerly of Homeworld and currently of Earth. Allied with the Crystal Gems. [a snort escapes her- the sound pained] See that's the important word there- Gem. That's what I am. I can deny and change my intended purpose until my form dissipates, but I can't stop being a gem, am I right?

[another noise, this one more pained than the last.] As the last few days will attest, I am not right. At all. It seems whatever machinations Wonderland has in place cannot only take our memories, toy with our minds and sense of reality, and keep us locked on this miserable planet that's a poor copy of Earth, but it can also change our entire make-up on a whim. And who's to say it has to change us back? Are there people who've been stuck like this? [her voice rises, hysterical in pitch] Is this why there's a lizard that talks?? I've never seen a lizard that can speak on Earth! They just crawl around and do things with their tongues! I know, because I followed one around for most of an Earth cycle once out of sheer boredom! Maybe he was once a human, and Wonderland decided, "Why don't I just make him a lizard? It'll be great!"

[she stops mid-rant, unsure of where she was even going with this. she's fine. it's okay. she just... needed to vent about it. publicly. now the healing can begin?

right?]


Talking about what makes you feel bad is supposed to make it go away, right? Why isn't it working?

[maybe because that isn't at all talking about it, Peri.]
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[The camera comes on, and Sarah smiles as she greets Wonderland.]

Hi, everyone. If we haven't met, I'm Sarah Weller. I've been here about two months now, and I've noticed in between the insane things that happen, there's a lot of training going on either magical or physical sparring, weight lifting, all the good stuff. Injuries can happen, and while I do realize we have a few great doctors here, I wanted to offer my service, too. I'm a physical therapist. Specifically orthopedic which means I'm a pretty great masseuse. If you have a lot of aches and pains or joint problems that won't go away, muscle groups that regularly hurt, I can help. I can also help you come up with an exercise regimen that might be better for you.

If you're into water therapy, we can arrange something at the pool, but otherwise, you can find my therapy room down on the first floor, nestled between all the training facilities in room twenty-three.

[She pans the camera then to give everyone a view of the room before focusing the camera back on her.]

I won't live in this space, so let's go by appointment, any day of the week, normal business hours, nine to five. There's of course no charge for obvious reasons, and I'm happy to do something I know to help people. Each session goes about an hour and I'm starting now.

Oh, PS: Massages are great too for just relaxation, so even if you don't have a problem area, treat yourself sometime.

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Aug. 1st, 2016 02:17 pm
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so i looked up what i could online but none of it was helpful from an experience standpoint.

does anyone here know what kind of care a weasel needs? are they all really clingy?
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[The feed opens up with Pearl, looking down into it. She looks a little irritated, but her brows furrow and she adjusts the screen accordingly before stepping back a few feet. All of her now being in frame. The Gem gives a small wave after clearing her throat.]

Greetings once again, Wonderland. This is Pearl, and I come to you all today with an offer.

[The gem in her forehead glows brightly. Closing her eyes, Pearl reaches inside the actual gem itself, extracting a rapier blade from inside it. That's right folks.

She pulls a sword from inside her head. Or, gem, specifically.

Pearl twirls the sword in her hand before she rests the tip of it against the floor.]


I would like to offer my services. I specialize in swordsmanship. I have a couple thousand years of experience. I'm willing to teach anyone, and it doesn't matter your skill level. Wonderland can be unpredictable, so it's better to be prepared, right?

For, now I'm gauging interest. Plus, it would be great, for myself, to start practicing again.

[A beat.]

Oh, and I could offer dance lessons if anyone is interested!
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[ If there's anything on Sam's mind about people who may or may not have disappeared from Wonderland recently, he doesn't say it. In fact, he looks and sounds like a person who is trying very hard to stay busy, to keep his mind occupied in the midst of something else. Hence: ]

So, I realized recently that we've got a problem. People here get excited about the closets - "cool, I can get a... damn miniature unicorn out of them" - but I think we can get a little irresponsible about it. If you're pulling living things out of the closets, then they're your responsibility. Don't dream up a hundred and one dalmatians if you've never taken care of anything before.

[ God knows these people can barely take care of themselves most of the time (Sam himself included). ]

That's not even getting into whether or not they're really... real; this isn't a discussion about the actual animal status of Wonderland animals. [ He pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling a little headache coming on. ] What I'm trying to say is that you get a few pets, fine, and then... one day, you might leave for good. Then, we've still got Fido here without an owner. I'm planning on setting up something in the basement that can help with the animals that're left behind. Maybe just like a doggie daycare sort of thing. I can't be there all the time, so... if anyone else is interested, maybe we could set up shifts, figure out what we've got, here.

[ There's a thoughtful pause. ]

If there's something a little more dangerous than dogs and cats, we'll deal with that, too. For now, just let me know if you want to get involved, or if you've got someone's pet with you that you inherited and can't really take care of. We can't forget about those guys.

[ Whether he means the abandoned animals or their vanished owners is unclear as he ends the feed. ]

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Jul. 4th, 2016 06:03 pm
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Soooooo. How many bunnies are there around here? I thought I saw a bunch in the gardens, and they were really cute—[Wait. That wasn't what she wanted to talk about, but even if she wanted to talk to people, she was still nervous. She refused to drop her impressively huge smile, though. Everything was going to be fine.]—Wait, that wasn't what I wanted to say.

[She pauses for a quick second before continuing, thinking her words over carefully.]

Anyway, hi! My name is Riley. I'm kind of new here and I wasn't really expecting to be somewhere not high school or New York, so if anyone could help me I'd really like that.

[What she says comes out in a bit of a rush, though not so fast she can't be understood. Probably. She laughs a little.]

Everything here looks really nice, though!! I think I just went—[She holds her arms wide open for everyone to see, before shouting:]—YAY!!! when I saw some of the things here.
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[The feed starts off fuzzy for a moment, then clears to show a figure in a white and green uniform, though her helmet's off. Pidge smirks as it clears. Some people might be satisfied with the basic phone, but why settle when you can relay it into the holographically projected wrist computer that houses all your other cool toys?]

Hello. My name is Pidge. I'm… well, I'm a Paladin of Voltron, but from what I've come to understand through reading the archived posts in this network, that might not mean anything to anyone else. [At least that means the Galra Empire doesn't control this… planet? She isn't even sure if that's the right word.]

I've managed to obtain the answers to all my basic questions, and while I'm sure more will come up, for now I only have one pressing question.

[She throws her hand up, the one not transmitting the video, frustration creeping across her face.] Why are there no access panels anywhere? What's powering this mansion? I want to see how it works but I can't do that if it won't let me in!

[She exhales, clears her throat, and gives another nod.]

...that's it. Thanks.

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Jul. 3rd, 2016 10:12 pm
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Ah, here? Oh, thank you, Evelyn.

[The video opens on what appears to be, for all intents and purposes, a completely ordinary middle-aged man with an impressively crooked nose and dark eyes that shine when the light catches them. His greying hair sweeps back at the temples, faintly balding on the top but still thick at the sides, and the smile he offers to someone off-screen as he realises the device is now working is small and neatly hides his teeth.]

I should be fine. I will let you know if I begin to struggle again.

[Then, to the camera itself.]

I assume that I'm now addressing the current residents of Wonderland. My name is Regis, and I have recently found myself amongst you. If anyone is familiar with the name Emhyr var Emreis, as anyone from the same time and place as myself ought to be, or if anyone is familiar with me.. I would appreciate immediate contact.

[The man pauses, just for a moment.] Though I have found a very helpful individual here, it never pays to limit one's sources of information. I would benefit by learning as much about this world as I can, and so I ask anyone listening to inform me of anything that they believe it important for a newcomer to know. Thank you.

[Another pause, and the video tilts towards a nearby stack of books as Regis can be distantly heard asking Evelyn how he might turn the thing off. A moment later, he manages to do just that.]
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[ooc: backdated to July 2nd, approximately 9 AM. There will be a log post in the logs community to follow this one.]

In the country where I was raised, the days right before or on July fourth are busy with parties, cookouts, and blowing up shit that makes pretty colors.

[That's ... one way to describe fireworks. She's being funny.]

Anyway. That's not really what I'm talking about -- but I am talking about parties and birthdays. I was born on July second, nineteen eighty-eight, and the year it was when I was last in my universe was twenty sixteen. Don't do the math on that and just assume it means I'm old.

[She knows twenty eight isn't actually old, but ya know, sometimes it feels like it. She's putting more humor into this.]

But it wasn't July yet there, so I was still technically a year younger than I am now, which means I guess I'm celebrating that birthday here.

Sooo .... this evening around 6:30, I'm gonna set up some tables of food by the pool and have a slightly low-key pool party, and anyone is welcome to come join.
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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.

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