livemoore: (⚰ 108)
[personal profile] livemoore
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.
soupcansam: (to the same)
[personal profile] soupcansam
[ When Shawn's video starts, he's in a light blue button-down shirt, khaki shorts, and he's barefoot. He also has some kind of beverage in a hurricane glass with a pineapple slice on the rim. There's also a pink umbrella. ]

Dear Wonderland! I also have a proclamation. Mark me! I will make this the best summer you've ever had - events and new queens aside - by giving you a new outdoor experience. I may have seemed scarce over the past few weeks. You may have also noticed what looked like a casual debris pile by the beach. That was just me, hauling parts from the closets to the sand and it was very grueling, exhausting, manual labor that I never want to repeat again.

[ Most of the parts were already put together if they fit through the closet doors, but a lot of it? Well, maybe he's glad his dad used to force him to build things as a kid. No one tell his dad that Shawn thought that. Briefly. ]

Please behold, the fruits of my labor: The floating bar!

[ He zooms out - and now it's apparent he's using the world's longest selfie stick as he holds it away from him - before speaking again. It looks pretty much like the photo, only the flag is just a picture of a margarita. ]

Yes, that is also a giant slide to fling yourself into the ocean. We're close enough to the sand that you can swim up, far away enough that if you like one-minute boat rides, you can sail to the dock. Two things:

One, I need someone to help run the place. I plan to live here from now through whenever it turns colder in Wonderland, but I still need two or three people to serve drinks. Let the people relax, no need in forcing peace seekers to do everything themselves.

Second thing: I open at noon and close at two in the morning. But you may or may not catch a glimpse of my bed head at noon. Don't judge me.

[ As he pulls the selfie stick back in, yes, it's apparent how Shawn will sleep - in a hammock. ]

This is exactly how I've always wanted to spend my summers, so come on out, relax, don't worry about our crazy day yesterday, and bring your bikinis. Or swim trunks. Both if you like it like that? No nudity, please.

[ He ends the video and now all he has to do is wait, Kokomo coming from the speakers and filtering up toward the beach.

ooc: Please treat as gathering! Mingle and have fun. ]

video;

May. 11th, 2018 04:55 pm
eatsyourscience: (mama didn't raise no fool)
[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Souji's sitting in the grass somewhere on the grounds. A fat gray dragon about the size of a schnauzer with very useless little wings is wandering around behind him. He's looking back at her before turning to the camera with a pensive expression.]

If this war turns out to be an actual war, what should we do about our pets?

[He figures they'll just have to be kept out of the way, but it worries him. He's had that dragon for over five years now, and she was a gift from someone important. He's sure everyone else with a pet feels the same way.]

Should we...I don't know, designate someone to look after them?
entreats: (she swears that there's no difference)
[personal profile] entreats
I know this is probably going to look really weird between all this talk of war and what happened a few days ago.

[ It's just what happens when you're used to shitty lethal situations and your only coping method turns into just ignoring it as much as you can while you're not in the middle of it.. ]

But I'm looking for book recommendations. Specific books, genres, whatever I can find in the library. I don't suppose there's some handy books that have literally all information about this place there. Being in this place has gotten me through books way too quickly, and I need something to pass the time with that isn't ridiculous ill-suited for me like training. I'll just be fine with getting my ass handed to me, I guess.
jivitadana: (> ♪ Delicato...)
[personal profile] jivitadana
[With the impending war or whatever threat of destruction looming ahead in the next couple of weeks, Minato had been thinking about what the war actually meant or what "war" would actually entail. He knew that they should all make preparations and to that end, he was more than willing to assist with that and with any healing that might be needed.

There was something else though that he wondered about: Their opponents, who at this point seemed to be the Mirrors, but who knew. But still, it made him think more about the Mirrors themselves and what the war could mean for them.

Thus Minato was now wandering the halls and different public rooms, looking at all of the glass mirrors for any activity too. Just in case.]


Whenever someone loses a memory here, like a word or phrase, doesn't that person's Mirror retain it?

[If he understood how Wonderland worked, but then again, did he really? They knew where memories were supposed to go, but what did that mean then for the Mirrors?]

Do we know why the Mirrors exist? How do we know that we're not the Mirrors here and that they're the real ones?
curiousher: (That look on her face)
[personal profile] curiousher
[The message that comes through is audio, and the first couple seconds are quiet as Alice figures out how to start. Wind can be heard, but that isn't very much location information.]

...Do you ever think about how odd some words are? How they contort and change meaning over time?

[That seems like a good, neutral place to start. Nothing that will raise any red flags from monarchy.]

For example, "to reap". I've looked it up, you know. In many dictionaries, it means to cut or harvest by cutting, or to receive a reward. Similarly, a Reaper is just...one who reaps. A person who does that cutting or harvesting. And there are many worlds where people still reap crops, I'm sure. Some of yours, maybe.

[Alice doesn't have as much of her usual energy today. She sounds like she's put more thought into what she has to say today than usual. She's really tried this time, but doesn't know if that trying will be enough.]

But...that's not what I think of when I think of a Reaper. Do you? Do you imagine a farmer with a sickle, or something else entirely? Because I imagine death, and I imagine things taken against their will. [A pause.] Wonderland's reaped a lot from us already, I suppose.

[This is Alice though, and even she's bothered by how sad it feels, so she switches over to video - she's laying in a patch of grass somewhere and her hair is everywhere but she forces up a smile.]

Don't worry. I know I haven't said very much and it's all quite alarming-sounding, but chin up! Or at least try to. No matter how bad it gets, no matter how horrible things seem, it will end. And when it does, I promise you'll be alright. Sometimes...sometimes when things are too much, Wonderland knows and fixes it. It's sort of eerie, really.

[Suddenly the Duke (her pig guard from the Duchess) enters the frame and nudges her right in the crook of her neck, and it breaks her serious optimistic determination. She laughs and rolls over, network device forgotten.]

What are you doing? Stop that! We'll get caught, good sir!

[She says that, but she's still laughing up a storm, and it's a laugh she really needed. The device shuts itself off after a moment or two.]
jivitadana: (> ♪ Piangendo... [Child])
[personal profile] jivitadana
Who: Arisato Minato [[personal profile] jivitadana] + You
Where: All around the mansion
When: Friday, 2/9 - Sunday, 2/11
Rating: PG
Summary: Minato's now six years old. Again. But things were different this time since he didn't remember Wonderland or really anything after the age of six, besides his parents dying in that horrific car crash while he survived. Thus he ended up wandering the mansion, hiding sometimes and being generally lost.

The Story: Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be? )
middlefinger: (now it's up to you)
[personal profile] middlefinger
[the video feed opens to Wynonna sitting behind the bar, pouring herself a glass of whiskey before she speaks.]

So as some of you might know, I'm Wynonna. Or maybe you don't, I don't use this thing a lot, not to make posts of my own usually. [well, there was that time she anonymously hit up the network for romantic advice b u t she is not bringing that up today.]

Anyway, I'm not here to talk about me, I'm here to talk about what I plan on doing. So it seems like quite a few people have been sent home recently and that has led Damon's Bar on the fourth floor without an owner. I plan on rectifying that and taking it over if no one has any objections. I know we have several other bars but this is the one I've spent the most time at in my six months here and I would hate to see it just get abandoned, you know?

I was debating renaming it but if Damon could never be assed to figure out a better name than Damon's Bar than I don't see why I should be. We can call it a fitting tribute or something like that. To those who are no longer with us.

And if you worked there before, or want to work there now, hit me up, I don't really have experience running a bar so I'm going to need all the help I can get. Though some people are going to be helping whether they want to or not. They know who they are.

[Waverly and Doc, mostly. Sorry guys. You are slaves to Wynonna's whims.]

I want to try to keep some of the events they had going like karaoke nights and book clubs -- though someone else will have to run the book club . I am not much of a reader -- and I think they had a speed dating/speed making friends thing too. I was also thinking of adding occasional ladies nights -- no boys allowed -- because we have some fucking awesome women here and that always needs to be celebrated. I thought maybe the first one could be on the 13th of this month -- I know I've heard people call that day Galentine's Day and I don't know much about it honestly because I didn't have a lot of friends back home but I'm willing to learn.

And I'm spent. That's all, folks.

[and with that she tosses back the whiskey and then the feed shuts off.]
spiritofgoodness: (➳ 68)
[personal profile] spiritofgoodness
[ Snow appears on the screen, smiling and wearing a pretty pink dress, in her bedroom that looks so much like her loft in Storybrooke. ]

Hello, everyone. I've met quite a lot of you since I arrived just before Christmas, but I wanted to offer a bit more about myself in order to see if anyone's interested in a proposal I have. My name is Snow, and I was a teacher back home. I taught all grades through high school - it was a very small town. So, if you'd like to learn how to read, or Newton's laws of physics is alluding you, I would be happy to tutor any one of you.

However, if education isn't something you need a bit more help with, I'm also an expert archer.

[ She doesn't say it to brag, and if possible, she seems humble, ducking her head a bit. ]

If that's something you'd like to learn to do, I'm happy to teach you.

[ After a pause, she smiles brightly again. ]

I can bake, too! I miss baking for my family terribly, so if anyone would like to join me in the kitchen, I'll be there this afternoon. I hope you all have a wonderful day.

[ And with that, she signs off, but she'll be checking back often for replies. She makes her way to the kitchen, and begins prepping everything to make a blueberry cobbler. ]
deathlessness: (freya123)
[personal profile] deathlessness
[It's been a nagging, trickling feeling in the back of her mind as the weeks in January pass, something she isn't fully willing to acknowledge at first. Klaus slips away without comment from her to the world at large because she isn't sure if many will miss him, and those that do will notice on their own. She stays quiet for the time being, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, but that changes when she wakes up and the wall that normally held a door to the common room that joined the two Mikaelson rooms is gone completely.

So not just Klaus, but also Caroline.

She then intended to do the dutiful thing and inform Damon and Elena, but the bar only seemed to turn up empty, and when she tried to text them, both messages were bounced back quickly. It's a disorienting feeling to find yourself suddenly absent of all the people you know from your own world, suddenly absent of being known, and she isn't entirely sure what to do with it.

It's funny. She had spent so much time alone in her life, you would think that she would be prepared for the inevitability of being alone again. Instead, it hits her like a sack of bricks and for the moment, she's glad she's alone in the bar, because that kind of vulnerability is not something she's prone to showing.

("There's always going to be a spell to do or an enemy to fight, but when all that's done, you deserve someone who gets you."

God, she misses Keelin.)

She spends a long time staring down neck of a bottle of tequila - not the same amount of time as her last drunken post, so she is slightly more coherent and sober than last time, but still obviously drunk.]


A question for you all, if you feel like getting a little existential:

Not this Christmas, but the Christmas before we had these ... dreams, I guess you could call them. More accurately they were probably visions or predictions of what we would become if Wonderland was allowed to continue to gnaw away at us, bit by bit. In those visions, we all had become ... residents, in a sense. We belonged to Wonderland, and what came before no longer mattered, no longer existed, because, presumably, we had forgotten it.

[Klaus had forgotten almost everything but Hope, and that had been a blow in and of itself.]

Or it had been stolen, depending on how you look at it.

[She's going somewhere with this, she promises.]

We're all here for indeterminate amounts of time, we don't know if we'll be fortunate enough to return home, or if we'll become like the residents where this is all we know. So in terms of a worst case scenario, do you think it would be better or worse to meet that final end? To be stuck here, still remembering who you are and the things that matter to you, or to forget it all, and only focus on the things you can change?

[Yep, it's time for depressing o'clock with Freya Mikaelson. She honestly is curious though.]

Does it make the question easier or harder to answer if you are here alone, with no one else from your world?

Inquiring minds would love to know.

[And with that she will disconnect and go back to her bottle.]

video

Jan. 24th, 2018 10:26 am
6weeksmax: (why do they keep saying--)
[personal profile] 6weeksmax
[The feed opens in Kat's room. She's standing -- well, more like posing in front of her closet in full-on 90s skater girl clothes (caught a glimpse of the outfit on a magazine, figured why not?), complete with a skateboard. She has never skateboarded in her life, probably. (She's pretty sure about that one. There's no sense of familiarity when she looks at the skateboard. Give her a carburetor, though. Watch her assemble it in like a minute.)

Anyway, this tiny young woman looks like a teenager on a good day, and in this outfit, she looks 15 at best. In any case, she's got a grin on her face like she's been laughing at a good joke for the past 5 minutes.]


This place is pretty sweet! [That's half a lie. She thinks it's cool but she also Really Wants to Go Home before she forgets home altogether.] I'm like 90% sure I don't know how to use this stuff, though, so if somebody wants to teach me, I'm a quick study. It'll take an hour tops.

[Is she joking?? Because that sounds fake. But no, she means it.]

Or someone could teach me how to swim. I bet I can get the sweetest swimsuit outta this closet. Or a surfboard. I'm soooo ready to learn how to surf.

[She's been cooped up in her room for most of the past few days, writing down and/or sketching everything she remembers about home and the team before she forgets it.

Distract her, fellow residents of Wonderland. Please.]

video

Jan. 16th, 2018 09:53 pm
john_constantine: (Default)
[personal profile] john_constantine
John's midsection was viewed on screen. The image twisted and turned and then the image zoomed out showing a man's face in his mid forties, a vigorous amount of stubble and shaggy blonde hair. His collar was askew and his tie was hanging off.

"Alright, if anyone is out there and can hear me I am going to need your help. I woke up here, don't know where here is, don't know how I ended up here but here I am. I need to get out of here as soon as possible. End of the world stuff going on need to take care of it."
dreamsoftreacle: (Dream of Sorrow)
[personal profile] dreamsoftreacle
[Uncharacteristically, the Dormouse is tossing and turning quite a bit in his sleep. There's some muffled murmurs, and then he rolls enough that he tips the teacup he's napping in right over, and he spills out onto the table, in whatever tearoom he's in.]

Ugh...it's so...briiiiiight in here...how's anyone s'pposed to sleep in so much neon?

[He nearly jars himself awake, but starts to nod off again quickly enough.]

Should be deeply dreaming...not deeply...depressing...but what happens when we're done with dreams? Are they....done with us...?

[He doesn't answer. Instead he climbs inside an empty tea pot and pulls the lid over himself, hiding in a little dark chamber.]

Ahh...now it's not so much...muchness...

[It seems like there would be more, but he just starts snoring inside the tea pot.]
pearlfectly: (2)
[personal profile] pearlfectly
[When the video begins, it's not a face that appears. It's a close-up of a white, oval gemstone. 

The camera then shifts. This time, it's Pearl's squinting left eye. She has her face right up to the device, completely unaware that she's broadcasting a close-up of herself to copious amounts of people. It's kind of frightening, really.]


I-is this thing on? [Oh, dear. Looks like she's muted herself by accident. The camera has been pulled back enough to allow a good, visible look at her puzzled face now, and she's mouthing words that nobody can hear. Frustrated, she lightly smacks the side of the device, and a loud 'BEEP' sounds as the audio returns.]

Ah! 

[That was startling. She's got it down now.] 

A-ahem! Hello. I'm Pearl. [The gentle introductory smile she gives is earnest, but it's clear her head is in a different spot, as though she's mentally preoccupied with something else.] I'm new here, and I suppose I could use a bit of help. First of all, has anyone seen my Steven? He's a young boy with dark curly hair, and a red shirt with a yellow star on it. It's very important that I find him! A-and second of all, how do I get home immediately?! I was working on something very, very important, and it's urgent that I--

[She trails off, mind filling with the countless disastrous scenarios that might unfold if she doesn't finish what she was working on.]

...well, if you know anything, just...let me know! Thank you! Really.
shrinkage: (hand of doom has a tight grip on me)
[personal profile] shrinkage
( ACTION | from the pool up to floor 6 )
[ the first thing ray wants after he drags himself out of the pool is to follow his instincts toward home. his feet leave wet sloshes in a path behind him up to the sixth floor, dressed in a drenched set of coveralls, work boots, and a STAR labs cap with the brim in the back.

the people he passes moving through the halls in a haze are fuzzy but familiar. he smiles back and says hello-- and even gets names right now and again. but he presses on, excusing himself after brief exchanges.

he lets himself into room 004. lets it feel like he's where he belongs. lets the water soak the carpet as he stands hesitantly in the doorway, waiting for a weller welcome in one of two flavors.
]

...Hello? Hon? Kurt?

( TEXT | anonymous )
could wonderland actually be our real homes?

( ooc | feel free to run into him at a place of your choosing in the mansion, if you'd like )
revokes: (pic#11760895)
[personal profile] revokes
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.
nascensibility: and how beautiful it would be (thinkin' 'bout slapping you)
[personal profile] nascensibility
[Replies to this are CLOSED, please see OOC note at the bottom of the post!]




In the wake of our most recent event and regarding the fate of those who lose their fifth life, I would like to propose a new series of data collection on mansion residents. It is my opinion that the instatement of a “death watch” - that is, an archival record of extant resident deaths that have occurred - should be created and maintained, and would serve as a valuable resource for the protection of those who are at risk.

[This is the difficult part: persuading people to share this sort of thing about themselves, knowing what it does to others and how it can hurt, is no easy task. She believed as much when she first spoke with Shepard on the subject, and believes the same now. Evelyn herself does not like to offer personal information unless asked, but knows the burden of carrying that suffering on one's own and how easily an environment can fall to fear.]

I understand that this is very private, very personal information. I understand it is traumatic, and not something that many people want to share. Therefore it is incumbent upon me to stress the critical severity of this situation, and assure you that you are not alone.

I myself have lost four lives here.

In disclosing as much, I hope that others can be swayed to believe in the efficacy of this database, and would urge residents to volunteer their respective death tolls to build the record. Residents who submit information to the watch on their numbers may do so to me privately, if there is concern about embarrassment or persecution from peers.

[It is a valid concern, and one which she has agonised over.]

Commander Shepard’s confirmation from the Queen of Hearts that those who are remade after their last demise are conscripted as spies is extremely troubling. Regardless of the veracity of the information given its source, we as unwilling residents do not have the luxury of allowing for that liability. For those concerned about their safety, I will be actively working with the commander, who is well-equipped to establish and manage security procedures once the record has been transcribed and analysed. This is a living document, and is expected to require additions over time.

I am aware that this is a drastic measure, but a measure worth taking. Please feel free to direct all responses and queries to myself and Commander Shepard.





[OOC NOTE: I realize this is a hot button issue as has generated a lot of replies, which is great! In order to keep myself sane, I'm going to have to cut it off here and request that no one else respond in this post. Messaging Evelyn's inbox is cool if you want to drop a line there instead, but replies will be slower there.

Anyone who did not get to respond in here before the cut-off, I'd really like you to at least drop a comment HERE if you believe your character would still share their information with her. Thank you for understanding!
]
interpersonal: (troubled.)
[personal profile] interpersonal
[ It’s never an easy thing, announcing someone’s departure, but Billy is sorta used to it. Even if it still hurts the same it’s also numb. But he opens the video with resigned look on his face and he starts to speak, Elena Gilbert right beside him. ]

Steve Rogers and Darcy appear to have gone home. For good this time. They had been here for as long as I have and I know they will be missed by people that knew them.

[ Cheesy but true. ]

Usually these announcements are met with melancholy, but I don’t think they would want that. They would want us to keep going and enjoying the moments we can here.

[Elena nods her agreement, squeezing Billy’s hand. She doesn’t make announcements like these, as a general rule. The first real blow Wonderland dealt -- Bonnie's departure -- was mourned in private. It was by no means the last blow, but this seems different. Steve and Darcy were like staples in Wonderland. ]

Billy is right. We keep going; together. We help each other. It’s why the coffee shop will remain standing. It’s what Darcy would want, and we’re determined to see that through. So continue to stop by, and if you want to help out, feel free.

We’ll be there.

[ ... And there’s one more thing and this makes Billy blush. ]

Also uh, I seem to now be in possession of Darcy’s Wall of Butts. If anyone wants it?
blackbirdsing: (💕 23)
[personal profile] blackbirdsing
Tweedledee just appeared in my room out of thin air, and we had a good chat while she ate some cookies. ama.

and just in case you don't feel like it, the gist was if people don't die Wonderland will implode. Memories are good, death is better - more fuel for the Core. So.

it was casual girl talk tuesday.
directed: (lot116_0464)
[personal profile] directed
[Even before everything that's happened these past few months, Rip hadn't been one to openly broadcast over the network. Each time save the last has been out of simple necessity. And in a way, he supposes this time is too.

They had friends here, each of them. They had made their impact.

He's in his room when the feed starts. Maybe some would recognize it after that ridiculous karaoke party Leonard and Mick decided to host there following the whole Chronos affair.]


For those that were acquainted with them, it would seem that Sara Lance, Mick Rory, and Leonard Snart have been sent back to their world.

[Two to live (in spite of Rip's best efforts, in Sara's case). One to die.

Perhaps he should say more. The feed continues on, Rip's eyes looking down rather than at the camera. In the end, however, a minute or two goes on in silence before he simply reaches for the device to turn it off.]

video;

Sep. 4th, 2017 02:45 am
startingpoint: (ʟɪғᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴛᴀɪɴ)
[personal profile] startingpoint
[ Kurt doesn't tend to broadcast to Wonderland at large too often; he's a deeply personal person, keeping much of his inner thoughts to himself, even around people he knows best. But this is one of those rare topics he thinks it could be helpful to speak about. If anyone else out there understands. ]

I left Wonderland a few months back. Just for a week. But uh - a lot happened back home.

[ When he says a lot, it's actually an understatement, to say the least. A lot of terrible things happened, but some really good things happened, too. He got married, and his daughter was born. It's incredible, being a father. ]

I have a little girl now. Just a few months old. But - [ He smiles with so much pride and fondness just thinking of her. ] She's amazing. And I miss her every moment I'm here. I was wondering if anyone else is a parent?

[ Not that you can really deal with missing your child. There's only one solution to that - going home - and that's nothing they can control, but at least there's something to be said for community. ]

video

Aug. 30th, 2017 08:44 am
outstandingbalance: (pic#10792491)
[personal profile] outstandingbalance
[The woman who appears on the feed might be familiar to a few people. She's sitting at a table or a desk and facing the camera, composed, but a little worse for wear. She looks tired.]

You sure know how to make a girl feel at home. [Not that she's faced frost giants or dark elves before, but dropped into the middle of a fight she wasn't expecting and wasn't prepared for? One that probably should be left to gods and super soldiers? That is familiar. The last two days haven't been boring] Is that normal?

[Natasha taps the table in front of her twice, drawing a slow breath as she considers how she's going to play this. If putting her face on the network is a mistake, then she's already made it.]

I think I'm ready for the welcoming committee now.
sorryitasedyou: (And I always felt it before)
[personal profile] sorryitasedyou
[ Darcy had been worried that this was happening, had tried to deny that it might since she’d been here three years without any events being pulled from her mind. But, after accidentally dropping a mug this morning and watching it fall through the floor only to drop out across the coffee shop, later repeating it with towels and one of her shoes (which didn’t come back), she knew.

She’d grabbed the whiteboard she kept in the library loft of her room, getting ready for the her own warning message with the added help of Steve. Thor wasn’t here and Jane had just left not that long ago, she was basically on her own in the intel department for people who’d been on the ground in the fight and dealing with it. When the feed opens, she’s standing in front of the board that’s got a few pages from a book taped up, notes scattered in a way that would make Jane proud, and a drawing of a the nine realms à la Thor’s sketch in Jane’s notebook. Steve also stands in frame, if off to the side, giving Darcy the space she needs; she really is the expert here. ]


Alright, so I’m just gonna apologize in advance because what’s coming for us is from my world. Specifically my memories. This is gonna be a lot of information, so sorry in advance. [ But hey, it’ll be less of a word vomit than Jane probably would have done. ] Back home, some weird things started happening where gravity stopped following the rules and some weird teleporting type of anomalies started popping up. They didn’t all just pop around earth, but to all the realms. See, there was a weird cosmic event that was happening that was super rare. Like once every 5,000 years kind of rare. It meant that all of the nine realms in this tree shaped universe-- [ She gestures behind her, wiggling fingers before plowing forward. ] --and all the boundaries separating the worlds became super thin. The Convergence was the only time the Dark Elves would destroy the universe and plunge everything into darkness by using the aether… which was inside of Jane. If some of you remember that one time the lab kinda blew up and we said it was the aether? Yeah, it’s a doozy of a nasty thing. A thing that left with Jane.

[ Taking a deep breath, she tries to get back on track. Steve makes eye contact with her, a small glance of encouragement. You’re doing great, sweetie. ] Just a heads up in case you step into an anomaly and land in literal fire or ice, I'm just gonna give an overview of the nine realms. So, there's Alfheim, which has light elves, Asgard, which has… Asgardians, feasts up the wazoo, no coffee, booze that’ll put hair on super people chests [ Steve sneaks a firm nod in here -- she’s not kidding! ], and the Bifrost aka rainbow bridge. A lot of people might think of Valhalla when they think of Asgard, which is the whole place where their dead warriors go. There’s Nornheim, Vanaheim, the Realm Below, which is apparently beneath Asgard and has Rock Giants, Jotunheim, which has Frost Giants, Midgard aka Earth, Nidavellir, which has dwarves, Niffleheim for all the dishonorable dead to go hang out on. It’s also got Hel which doesn’t discriminate between honorable or dishonored dead. There’s Muspelheim which is basically a fire world with fire demons, and lastly Svartalfheim, which is where the Dark Elves hide out when they’re not trying to destroy literally everyone.

I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but I just wanted to give you guys as much info as I could. I’ve got some books up here with info on the realms as well as some of Jane’s notes on her research into how to get the aether out and its reactions. Just because it’s not here anymore, I’m worried that the Dark Elves might try and show up still looking for it.

[ She spins around, plucking a note off the board about some of the things that go bump in the night and the info Jane had given her about them from things she hadn’t had a chance to see. But, before she starts in on talking about tips and tricks with dealing with the Dark Elves or anything else that might show up, she looks at Steve. ]

Did you wanna-- [ She kinda vaguely gestures, having already broken down points she wanted to hit with him before starting. And honestly, if there was anyone in this room more qualified than her to talk about fighting things that go bump in the night and attempt to destroy universes, it was him. Besides, she wasn’t sure if gravity was gonna be going wonky and there weren’t any car bumpers to throw at them, so her tips were out. ]

[ At that point Steve steps up and clears his throat. He wouldn’t consider himself an expert on fighting these particular foes, but Darcy had asked for his assistance. ] We don’t know if any of these things are going to show up, but if they do? Anyone who isn’t enhanced or imbued with some kind of power really shouldn’t be engaging with them. We had the God of Thunder himself go up against the Dark Elves and it wasn’t an easy fight. [ Darcy nods, running a hand through her curls. ] Yeah, a lot of people got hurt and we had Jane’s tech mimicking the anomalies and thanks to gravity being weird, we were able to throw car bumpers or whatever else at them. [ Not many people may remember Thor from his time here, but Steve hopes the message is clear all the same. This is not the time for people in combat training to test their mettle. ] Those of you who can handle a threat on this level, check in with us if you can and we can try to organize ourselves to keep as much of the mansion safe as possible.

[ Maybe they won’t be able to keep everyone safe, no matter how hard they might try. But that shouldn’t stop them from making the effort all the same. ]

Contact either Darcy or myself if you run into anything like what we described. We should try to stay two steps ahead of this event, if we can. [ Hence spreading all of this information and bracing people for all of the possibilities that may come. ]

I think… I think that’s everything. Any questions, feel free to hit us up. Otherwise, we’re both on the 7th floor. I’m in room 27 and Steve’s across the hall in case you need anything. I’ll also probably be wandering around the mansion trying to mark anomalies with this-- [ She pulls a small device off of the table, one she’d kept in a drawer in case Jane ever needed it again, and holds it up. ] --assuming it’s cooperating today. Just be on the lookout for big colored duct tape markings on floors and walls. Oh! Also, if someone has one of my Chucks from this morning, I’d super like that back. [ And with that, she cuts the feed. ]

one - text

Aug. 17th, 2017 10:40 pm
beardman: (002)
[personal profile] beardman
i thought i would give this a try, but who put the letters in this order

is it like this in the future, you lot changed the order of the letters

why would you do that

( voice )

Jul. 17th, 2017 08:35 pm
tobelieve: (XXI)
[personal profile] tobelieve
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.
thesamurai: (💀 91)
[personal profile] thesamurai
[ She knew as soon as the cryptic message went up what this was going to be. And it's really something to finally be up, after two and a half years, to know this one's yours and it won't be anything good. Michonne's stockpiled more than usual - cases of bottled water, a shit ton of non-perishable food, and guns, ammo. She doesn't know what to expect; maybe it'll all disappear overnight, but she has to try.

When she wakes up back home, back in Alexandria, at first she thinks she's back. But she remembers Wonderland, sits up straight in bed and realizes a few things. Rick's not beside her, her stockpile from yesterday is still there, and her device is on the nightstand. Dressing quickly, she gets up, walks through the familiar house and out onto the porch.

She is home. There's no Daryl in the house next door, her people aren't here, but she's back and she isn't sure how to feel. She isn't even sure what fucked up thing might happen. She has to do her best to warn everyone, toe the line between scaring the shit out of people and making sure they understand. Sitting at her kitchen table (and that's a weird thing, too. This isn't anyone's but hers. This is all...hers. Her house, her couch, her mantle where she hung her katana thinking in a bout of optimism that it could stay there) she turns on her device, her face a little harder than usual which is, in all honesty, saying something. ]


If you don't know me, my name's Michonne. This is my world. Looks nice. Quaint. But it's not. Most people in Wonderland call it a zombie apocalypse. We didn't know what it was.

[ She really can't help having this moment out loud. ]

It was never entertainment for movies and tv in my world. It's real. Most of you already know what to do: shot to the head is the only thing that kills them. It's not good enough to just cut off the head. It can still bite. You get bit, you die and turn. Come back as one of them. Don't worry about being able to tell the difference between someone alive and someone dead. You can see it. Smell it.

[ And uh, one other thing: ]

If you get bit on a part that can be cut off, arm, leg. Do it. Cut it off as soon as you can. If you don't bleed to death, you won't turn.

[ But everyone knows this is temporary, so maybe people would just rather die than go through an amputation. Maybe they'd die and turn because eventually, this will end. They don't have to keep living it every single day. ]

I don't know if walkers will even be the issue. It could be anything I've gone through, right? There's enough fucked up shit that's happened, the biggest threat might not even be the dead. Just trust me. Get a weapon. Stay close because there's safety in numbers. I'm at the very end of the neighborhood with cases of water and food if you don't have any, but look in your pantries and see if there are rations, first. If you know how to use a gun, I've got those too.

Just know that noise draws them in. Gunfire is dangerous, might as well sound off a dinner bell for walkers. That's why I've had and always will have a katana. If you smell like them, they won't bother you. Smear their guts on you, smell dead, walk slow, you can get through a hoard.

[ She should stop, she can't tell everyone everything, it's too much. ]

You know how to reach me, if you need me.
oversight: ([+] studyin')
[personal profile] oversight
So, um.

[ This time around, John's a bit more prepared to address a network. He's set himself up a little studio area in the corner of his room and his phone's mounted to record him hands-free. ]

Heard from a coupla people that I wasn't real consistent 'bout takin' care of myself— [ the last time he was here. ] —historically speakin'. And I got to thinkin' 'bout that some three or four days ago, when I realized there was a whole day where I just sat 'round my room feelin' like crap, eatin' like I did when I was a teenager, stinkin' like a fool 'cause I needed a dang shower, but I was not feelin' it.

And you know what? Those people were right. Realized that. Once in a while — maybe more'n I'd like to admit — I totally forget I gotta maintain me.

[ He shifts in his chair and digs a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it and holding it up for the camera. It's pretty short and sweet: "Drink water. Sleep. Shower. Help someone. Exercise. Eat. Socialize. Smile. Relax. Forgive." ]

Made myself a little list, been tryin' it for a coupla days, and if I do six or seven things off this list every day, then I'm callin' it a success.

[ John sets the list aside. If anyone wants a copy, he's provided an attachment. ]

Now I'm curious, wonderin' what sorta things you guys find yourself forgettin' now that you're here. Your lists look like mine? Or is it totally diff'rent? And what're we all missin' that oughta be on everyone's lists?
shrinkage: you shoot me down but i won't fall, i am titanium (talk;plan;teach)
[personal profile] shrinkage
--en free biscotti!

[ count 'em! one, two, three, four-- and the fifth iced latte cup is half-full. all messed around a small table in the coffee shop, occupied by a messy man who forgot to shave ever this month. he points at himself. ]

Hi! My name's Dr. Ray Palmer. You might also know me as the ATOM, and former CEO of Palmer Technologies. I have a couple questions, and also a request.

[ the camera jostles as he jumps up to run into the hall (sorry for your motion sickness). the view then points at a stretch of blank wall. ]

Number one: Anybody object to me installing a ten-by-six foot digital bulletin board on this wall? And if so, do you have a suggestion for where it could go and still be in the public eye for use by everyone?

[ the shot swings back around to his face, which is frowning with thought. ]

Number two: I need some help! Lots of it, actually. It seems like we're all trying to collaborate and gaining various amounts of traction. If you consider yourself someone interested in the events and happenings of Wonderland, well. Go visit Angel Investigations first-- that place is wild. And then second, please respond here with a question or rumor you're interested in.

Number two-point-five: If you see a query from someone that you can answer, speak up? Eventually, I'd like to install this digital bulletin board to spark community communication about events and other Wonderland issues, to try to bridge the gap between the digitally-inclined and... the not so inclined.

[ he turns at the sound of his own name coming from the coffee shop and yelps before running back in. ]


( OOC | threadjacking is highly encouraged -- pls consider this a loose-form brainstorm sesh and don't forget that dragging ray and his ideas is also very extra encouraged. pls feel free to PM me with suggestions/issues/etc <3 )

i » voice.

Jul. 4th, 2017 11:46 am
wildwest: (✒ but his need for it controls him)
[personal profile] wildwest
I do hate to interrupt, [ comes the voice behind the network's latest entry. his voice is weighted down heavily by a distinct brand of southern drawl — georgia flavor, to those able to recognize it ] but seein' as I won't be goin' anywhere any time soon, I do believe proper introductions are in order. The name's Henry, and I hail from a small town called Purgatory. It was 2017, last I checked, but I don't suppose dates mean much in a "wondrous" place such as this.

[ yeah, the alice in wonderland references are completely lost on a man who missed out on not only the book's publishing, but all the disney adaptations that followed it. ]

You wouldn't happen to know if things you were... say, tethered to in your previous, less than wonderful life are still that way in this one, would you? I'm also interested in hearing what one does in Wonderland, other than wait for one of these so-called "events" to crop up, of course. A man of my specific skillset could get awful bored mighty fast without something worthwhile to entertain him.

Tags

LAYOUT BASE @ [community profile] fruitstyle