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[Rocket came back from his trip back home awhile ago, promptly ignored any messages he may have received, trapped his room, and then just for good measure retreated into an empty room, so he could mull this over and work the problem out. This was worse than Yondu. This was something he under no circumstances wanted to sit down and be sympathized with about.

But he can't hide forever, so when he finally makes an appearance on the network (audio only), it's to pretend he didn't just fall off the grid and make some (seemingly) unrelated observation.]


Has anyone ever, like... Met people here, and then went back home, and met those same people again, only you didn't remember 'em until you got back here, and now you've got two sets of experiences with that person?

And if it sounds crazy and don't make any sense, then try having it happen to you. It's a real headtrip.

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Aug. 15th, 2018 11:24 pm
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[The feed opens to Wonderland's resident Book Horse in his natural environment. Which is to say the library. Because of course he's here. He smiles, offering the camera a little wave of a forehoof.]

Hello there, Wonderland! I've really settled into my role as your librarian, though I admit I've got a bit of a quandary going on. I've been picking my reading material mostly at random- when I realised I could just ask the mansion at large what their favourite books are. I'd love to hear your recommendations, and I'm sure others here would too.

[Because if there's one thing he's lacking in his life, it's more books to read. He'll just drag everyone else down into his hermit book-world with him. They can be book hermits together. A contradiction, but still. ]

Oooh, perhaps we would even try out a book club, if anyone was interested in that kind of thing?
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[Ben looks directly into the camera, which is actually at a flattering angle believe it or not, and sighs. He also is new here but doesn't bother considering that fact. His wife is already making herself well known enough for the both of them probably.]

Look, I know most of you probably don't care, but the fact that the "magical wardrobe" [yeah, those are airquotes] isn't always precise? Is kind of a problem.

Take for instance, this calculator.

[He holds up something akin to the TI-83+, for those who took any kind of math in the 90s to 00s in modern, normal America.]

If you're from my time? This? This is an inferior piece of technology. No one wants this. What they want is the TI-89. Or, even better, a brand new Casio. But I would've happily settled for the TI-84. Doesn't even need to be the plus edition. [Oh boy, he's getting fired up now. Nerd alert.] Look everyone says that Texas Instruments were just scamming everyone when the 84s came out but that's not true. They did impressive coding upgrades. I mean, all you have to do is toss a polynomial function with asymptotes in there to see the difference.

[A long pause, as if he can hear his many friends back home and their iterations of how boring he is.]

Look, all I'm saying is that sometimes it matters what kinds of things you need. Some jobs need certain tools and specifics matter. And not just with calculators either.
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 [Okay, so, Wonderland.  Got it.  Cassie loved that book, especially the creepy stuff. His little girl, right there! 

[Nothing too creepy yet, but, hey: he dropped acid in college: he's so ready.  

[ No one knows who he is, and there are precisely ZERO Baskin-Robbins here (you bet your ass he checked) so his secret is safe. So this is his big chance, time to make a fresh start. Right. He's got this.  Eye of the tiger. Be the change. He's sure there's a cliche for it. 

[The point is, maybe this is a good thing. No, it is a good thing. He's got this. ] 


So. Uh. Hi. [He managed a cheezy smile and car salesman's hand wave.] 

I'm Scott....[Aaaand his mind goes blank.  How do people do this?  And why is the first thing that comes to mind 'and I'm totally not an ex-con'? 

[It's not that hard, Scott. Just, you know, sound normal. Whatever you do, don't sound suspicious or like you're trying to hide anything. Because what do you have to hide, right? hahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhh.]
 

...and I'm completely normal. [NAILED. IT.]

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Jul. 5th, 2018 06:05 pm
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[The image begins with a fairly irate looking Barbie tapping a pack of cigarettes against the unseen surface beneath the device. One side of his chin bears a blackish sooty mark, and looking close enough will reveal a bit of singing around his beard. Not a lot but it's there.]

So... someone got a secret on how to make the closets stop, I don't know, pranking me? Most of the stuff I ask for? I get, no problem. Sure, I've got one helluva collection of supersoakers and enough Spam to last me for a damn decade but for the most part? It's worked for me.

Except this...

[He pulls one of the smokes from the pack, lighting it with a wooden match before holding it away from his face.]

They all look identical but I have about a fifty fifty shot of getting...

[The cigarette explodes, a trick toy that Barbie has only ever seen previously in Marx Brothers and Three Stooges movies.]

What the hell am I doing wrong?
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[ A few months ago, Tony Stark claimed that his iron legion was only going to be used to defend the people of the mansion. Apparently, they're useful for other things too. The man is in a room - not his own, but a room nonetheless; behind him, the robots are hanging decorations in red, white and blue. Surely the man is using them to help people celebrate the Fourth of July, right?

So why on earth did he ask for an exaggerated looking cake with the number 100 on it? ]


So, he's not going to tell you guys this because he's so shy but Cap is turning one hundred today and I'm here making sure the day is memorable.

[ it's going to be if one is to judge according to the posters of bald eagles the iron legion robots are hanging everywhere. has the man broke into captain america's room? it would seem so. ]

So I figured I'd tell you all so you can wish him a happy birthday. I have some of his best work on my iPad so I'm going to upload them just because I'm nice like that and while I do you guys can answer the following poll.

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 1


What would you like to wish Captain America for his 100th birthday?

View Answers

Get rid of the beard
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Shave
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Lose the beard
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Prune and trim
0 (0.0%)

All of the above
1 (100.0%)

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Jul. 2nd, 2018 07:30 pm
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What’s up Wondernet?

I’m Peter -- Parker. I guess that's a name some of you might know already. If that's you then, uh, hi, those people.

[Peter gives a tense little wave as though he's waiting for something terrible to happen. He's been a little slow to make himself known on the network - because he's pretty sure he was technically grounded for the last little while? He probably still is.

But also, there used to be another Peter Parker in Wonderland - an older Peter with better shoulders. He has the impression most people probably knew that guy. So that’s awkward, right? Worse still, the other Peter wore his super-identity super-openly, so now there’s a very real chance that someone's about to out Peter as Spider-Man to absolutely everyone. It's not something he was rushing to invite on himself.]


I have a question for you. I mean, for all of you.

[Now Peter re-positions a little, setting himself up to face the camera more centrally. It seems like he’s satisfied with the framing for a few seconds there but nope, guess not, because he picks the camera up and sets it on something above his head height. That’s better. No disasters so far. He's looking more relaxed.]

Okay yeah. So what’s one, small, inconvenient thing you have to do every day that just... bugs you?

[He reaches forward and adjusts the camera again. Was it tilted sideways a bit before? Because now it is.]

Obviously there's a whole lot of really terrible things about being here - you can probably think of a couple of those - but I’m not talking about being spied on through your mirror or waking up in an alien prison or anything like that. Just the little annoying things. I guess they don’t even really have to be specific to Wonderland. Something like, going to bed but forgetting to turn the light off, because then you have to get up again but you were just getting comfortable…

Stuff like that.

[God he used to hate when that happened. Used to, that is, because now he has spider-webs. Versatile, versatile spider-webs.]

Oh! And what’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever taken out of a closet?

[He wonders for a moment whether he should specify magical-wonderland-closet, but actually, it’s probably more interesting if he leaves it up to interpretation.]

So I guess that's two questions.

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Jun. 23rd, 2018 06:42 pm
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So....

[The video starts with an image of Wendy, some kind of tropical drink in hand and the water behind her. She's obviously on Shawn's boat, having found a lot of fun with the excitement of it.]

A friend was talking about collectibles and things like that. Like antiquing, I guess, and I was thinking about how with the closets, maybe collectibles aren't the same when you can ask for any but...

I'm so totally wanting to start a collection of things. Your things. Well, the things that were cool and collectible and that you loved in your world. So if you want to play with the closet and send them my way, that would be cool. So then I can collecting the collectible things from all the worlds we have here.

Well, or try. If you guys, like, play along. I'm out on the boat, but you can drop things off at room two oh three, or find me around. If you're willing. The weirder the better, seriously.


[All manners of post welcome, and feel free to find her on the boat, her place or around.]
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[After her pretty intense conversation with Fitz last week, Daisy has only grown more concerned for his well being. So when he ends up disappearing again, this time without any warning, she really panics. So it's not long until she comes onto the network hoping that someone might have seen him.]

Has anyone seen Fitz? I've looked everywhere and tried calling him numerous times and nothing.

[What if he had gone and done something else as equally as stupid as the last time? The fact that she had known what actually happened a month ago and didn't do anything, or tell anyone, just makes her feel incredibly guilty.]

If anyone knows anything please contact me or Jemma. For anyone who doesn't know him, this is what he looks like.
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[Wednesday sees Rip—on a boat! A boat and a bar, to be precise. Anyone is free to find him there. But even if they don’t, they might still speak to him. Only they won’t necessarily know it’s him, as he sets up his text to be anonymous:]

Now that our happy little “war” has come and gone, let’s move on to other things, shall we? I bake things. Cakes, specifically. With preparations no longer taking up so much of everyone’s time, I’ve got hours to fill. Thus, an opportunity for you, the random citizen of Wonderland.

If you would like something made especially for you, let me know. I’ve ample practice in both cooking and decoration, and I’m rather good at it should I say so myself. The one catch is that I’d prefer not to make my identity public. Personal reasons, you all understand. Or you don’t, but that won’t change my mind.

Now then. Ask away as you will.


[Spoilers, he was drunk at the time of this posting.

More spoilers? He’s going to be drunk on Thursday too. But since the bar on the boat closes eventually, Rip does end up back at the mansion. There may even be food involved at some point, should anyone want to find a potentially water-logged British man making demands of the cabinets in the kitchen--though not for nachos. Oh no. His once go-to drinking snack has been forever associated with someone else, and he’s trying not to feel at the moment, thank you.

There’s also the fifth floor bar, where Rip heads with a bit of trepidation. He’s a touch more somber there; more watchful than he cares to admit of the entrance, and those who pass by it. It’s foolish, really. They’ve already had their talk. Why would he expect to catch glimpse of Steve Rogers on the fifth floor now?

Why would he be there still. So many hours—a whole night later.

It’s late in the evening before he thinks better of it, finally, and returns to his room for the night. Late before he drops down onto his bed to stare up at the ceiling, dizzy with drink, and wait for exhaustion or alcohol or whatever other forces remain at play to let him drift into unconsciousness.

He doesn’t expect anyone will come calling.]


[[ooc: So Rip has two open posts! For anything on the boat please go here, anything after that can go in this one. I’m also open to have him found elsewhere should anyone want him! He’s just going to be sad and miserable for a bit. :c]]
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[ 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. ]
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[Starlight's not used to these devices or much about this place, but it's just like learning new magic. She's sure she can do it. After a few minutes of fiddling with a hoof, she turns it on, using her magic to hold it out in front of her.

Slightly upside-down, but she hasn't noticed.]


Greetings. My name is Starlight Glimmer. I am a newcomer here. I have read all your pamphlets and other resources, it's all very informative, but none of it answers my real question.

[She hesitates, then pushes through.]

...is this a friendship test?
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[ this video is going to start in a disorienting way. the device is moving and rather rapidly, at that. ]

so three things.

[ and then, a loud thud as iron man lands. the mask is pulled back and beneath is - well. you're all used to tony stark by now, right? ]

firstly, these guys -

[ he looks back - the robots of the iron legion are flying behind him and out of view ]

are still off limits. if you see them flying, don't engage. they won't stop. they have one route of patrol and then they're come back to the mansion. I've seen some of you trying to talk to them. it's pointless. I haven't programmed them to answer back.

[ seems useless, really. robots having lengthy conversations. ]

secondly, the war thing. big fun. I love the whole preparation thing we have going on. if you need anything, shout. I'll see what I can do.

[ oh and - ]

thirdly. I'm running a little behind schedule but despite the weird paradox of time and space, my aunt had her birthday this week and she really would love a few hearty 'happy birthdays', presents, songs. she loves songs. adores music. her name's peggy carter, you know, about this height, dark hair, British accent.

[ he's still moving as he talks ]

cake and soda in the kitchen, guys. no alcohol though, she's only seventeen. gotta keep to the rule book.

[ and then to add insult to injury, you might catch a quick glimpse of the kitchen and the stuff on the counter before he logs off. ]
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[ A pair of violet eyes take up the screen for a moment before the camera is pulled back to show the grinning face of a seventeen year old girl.]

Heeeeeey Wonderland! Whats shakin'? I'm Yang and this....

[ She leans away from the camera clearly trying to grab someone. But that someone is too fast and is out of the room before Yang can get a good grip on her. She turns back to the camera with a shrug. ]

Ok, that was Blake. You can all meet her later.

I have a very serious question for all of you, what the hell was with all that singing? Please tell me that doesn’t happen every weekend. I mean I like a good song now and then but that was a little...much.

[ She flops backwards dramatically landing on a bed -not her bed, because her bed is suspended above this bed using books. Its fine. The laws of physics don’t apply to her. ]

Besides singing what’s there even to do around here. I’m assuming you don’t have any Grimm to fight. Lame.

So what’s keeping you all from going crazy? Assuming you haven’t gone crazy already.

[ She pauses for a moment thinking and then clearly deciding. ]

Also, whoever left that cake in the kitchen...hi. I ate your cake. Please make another.

[ She winks before turning the device off. ]
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No decent person wants a war. However, after the carnival's not-so-Grand Finale, we may not have much of a say in the matter. I propose a spot of basic training. It won't be the first boot camp I've supervised.

[ she exhales and steadies her attention on the device. revealing this sliver of herself is easier than she'd anticipated. it helps, perhaps, that she's shared elements of her story with some acquaintances and friends. details, doled out slowly and in more personal conversations. either way, she volunteers nothing else about her relevant work experience unless asked. ]

If you've never seen combat before, I can show you the fundamentals. If you have, then there is no harm in a refresher. Participation is voluntary. My aim isn't to make soldiers, but to make damn certain we're as ready as we can be. Because there is wisdom in arming yourself with tools you hope won't ever have to use.

We'll begin with a focus on preparedness, on physical conditioning, and on self-defense. Morning through noon, Monday through Saturday, at 0800. The grassy field by the Checkerboard Hills. Come every day, every second day, every third or fourth if you like. But don't you dare be late; I won't tolerate tardiness.

[ and then she waits, leaving the feed open and steeling herself for inevitable conversation. sharp-eyed observers might realize this is the first time peggy carter has addressed the network publicly since her arrival. and back then, ten months ago, it had been via text only. it seems the threat of a war on the horizon has turned her uncommonly chatty. ]
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[Emma has had some time to get used to Wonderland at this point, but it's a more significant change that has her shooting a message to the network today. Having her memories back recolors her first two months in this place, and even though her manners still aren't the greatest, she cringes at the memory of how many people she'd hung up on or turned away on that first day here.

Granted, she had been a panicked mother separated from her son in a situation that had been impossible for her to wrap her head around at the time— but she knows that people had been trying to help. She appreciates that, now that she's herself again.]


This is a little overdue, but I wanted to apologize for the way I acted when I first showed up a little while back. I was panicked, and freaked out, like anyone else would be, but I remember that there were people who tried to tell me that I'd been here before. At the time, I wasn't myself. I couldn't remember who I really was. I don't remember my previous stay in Wonderland, but I remember everything else. Magic, Storybrooke, all of it.

That won't mean a lot to all of you, but I know it will ring a bell for some. If you tried to help me on that first day and I shut you down or hung up on you, then I'm sorry. I wasn't able to appreciate it then, but I do now.

I do have a request. If there's anyone here who does remember me from Wonderland, even just a little bit of when I was here before, I'd like to fill in a few of the blanks, if I can. Every little bit helps.

Thanks.

- Emma Swan
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[He starts the broadcast mid-afternoon—a choice of time as deliberate as the backdrop of Wonderland's tea rooms, easily recognized behind him. What's distinctly different, at least for those who know him, is that Rip appears without his typical facial hair. He's clean-shaven, beard and mustache absent, at least for the present.

His voice, however, remains unchanged as he makes one single statement.]


A question for those interested: what do you consider the proper way to take your tea?

[Yes, that's all. Certainly not the typical network fare of the day, nor what one might expect if they've spoken to Rip before, as any network post he's made in the past has been quite calculated.

Then again, given the look in his eye before the camera turns off? Perhaps there's something about this one that is deliberate as well.

In any case, he would be there for a time, enjoying a bit of black tea—sweetened with a touch of sugar, of course.]
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[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.]

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Jan. 1st, 2018 05:58 pm
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[The entrance hall to the mansion is certainly glorious, but what it isn't is the throne room of Canterlot- which is where Sunburst absolutely just was. As such, there's a cloaked, bespectacled little unicorn wandering around, looking about himself in confusion. He's pretty tired, he's just been on an epic adventure- this is probably some strange hallucination brought on by too much magic-strain or something. That makes sense. That makes absolute sense.

And then he finds his device- which is absolutely alien to him. What in the hay IS it??? The device is suddenly surrounded in a sparkly, yellow glow- an action which turns it on- as Sunburst levitates it closer to his face, squinting at it. He talks to the screen, though he doesn't realise it- he's largely speaking out loud, trying to understand what's going on.
]

I've never seen an artefact like this before. I'm not convinced I could dream this up along with...whatever this place is. Perhaps there was a magical feedback loop from the portal? Though it would have to be on a delay for it to start happening now. Hnnh, I hope the effects don't last long, I have a lot of new research to compile. I guess I need to wait for it to wear off. Talk about inconvenient. I wonder if any of the others are suffering side effects?
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[NYE_Invitation.jpeg]


[Bright and early the morning of December 8th, crisp, embossed invitations will be delivered to every resident in Wonderland - provided that they have a door to deliver to - and for those who might have missed the physical missive, convenient digital copies were sent just as well.

Hosting some sort of holiday fête these last few years has become something of an anticipated exercise in planning and Wonderland tradition, as it were, for Evelyn. While she has never strictly moderated the dress code she does think it would be nice to see people in their best when ringing in the new year, hence the gentle suggestion in terms of attire, but she hardly expects it to be adhered. Black tie is more aspiration than reality.

The public address also serves as a reminder to her that two months have passed since her last network-wide announcement regarding far less savoury subjects, but Evelyn committed to the project and she isn't going to stop no matter how uncomfortable it makes others and herself.
]

I, ah-

[Predictably she is at her desk, rifling through unconventional work (arrangements for the upcoming party, a series of notes regarding gifts she needs to acquire for other residents, and the like).]

I hope that by now you have all received the invitation I left - if not, I've attached it to this recording - regarding the soirée I intend to hold on New Year's Eve, Wonderland willing, I know things are unpredictable here. But I very much hope to see residents in attendance, because as I'm certain many will agree, we could use some levity.

[Evelyn takes a deep, businesslike breath and exhales shortly, reaching for a pen. An empathetic creature at heart, it is difficult for her to demand information from people when she knows that the information itself is hurtful, traumatic.]

...in considerably less festive news I should like to remind residents that I am still keeping track of lost lives. Please contact me if the last couple of months have been unkind.

[One last reassurance:]

I'll be here.
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[Freya returns to Wonderland, and as always, Wonderland's timing is the fucking worst. While in a way she is grateful that they're here - Klaus would not have been so considerate of Freya asking for more time if they weren't in a place where time stops, and she knows that she's going to have to return to her room and actually fix the problem she's been given, but for now, she is going to grieve.

For now, she's going to drink. For now, she's going to try and wrestle with the fact that her brother is dead, and in the end, they got none of the things they wanted.

Even when they try to be the good guys, when they try to do the right thing, they can still never win. Vincent in the back of her mind reminds her that she had the chance to do the right thing, to just let Vincent use Elijah's death and not try to interfere in any way, but he should have known - there was no way that was ever going to happen.

She makes her way up to the fifth floor bar, as it's usually fairly empty and not populated by too many friends who will want to ask intrusive questions about her commitment to being incredibly intoxicated. She takes a bottle of tequila off the shelf, grabs herself a glass, and settles at the bar to begin knocking glass after glass back. She's planning on being there a while, and she does make sure to eat something every now and again, but for the most part, she doesn't want to feel anything.

At some point during the night, however, she'll click on her device, needing to speak into a void, even if she knows that the entire mansion is going to hear her.]


I have a riddle.

[Her voice is slurred but clear enough that the words can be made out if nothing else.]

Two men walk into a desert. ... Wait. ... Two? No, four men walk into a desert. And they are unconscious, probably from heat exhaustion. The riddle never said, they were just magically unconscious, so they probably fainted. The person telling the story was likely just trying to save face with all of their manliness.

[Macho posturing is dumb. There's a giggle and a "whoops" as some of the tequila sloshes over the sides of the glass and she pours herself another.]

When they wake up, they are buried up to their necks in the sand. Like little ground hogs. But they can only see what's directly in front of them. And they have hats! Different colored hats!

[Another beat as she takes the drink, then a pause as she frowns.]

Wait, there was supposed to be something else before that.

[Another beat.]

Or maybe they were kidnapped.

[There's a pause, and a sigh, because she is too drunk to remember the way this is supposed to go, and her hand fumbles as she goes to find her device on the bar and shut it off.]

I'll call you back.

[AND FREYA MIKAELSON HAS RETURNED FROM HER CANON BUMP. Action tags are welcome, as are network tags, but network tags may cut off and return when she is slightly more sober. Apologies in advance.]
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[Emma has read what information has been made available, she’s walked the grounds and the corridors of some of the mansion’s ground floor, and she’s combed through what public postings she could find to look through on the device she’d found in the pocket opposite of where she kept her own phone. She’s been digging for evidence since she got here, but what she’s found?

She’s not buying it. The message that comes through is voice only, not wanting to reveal her face or her exact location right away-- though she’s pretty damn sure that whoever’s responsible for this is watching her and has a good idea of where she is, if not who.]


Look. I know someone is out there listening.

[She doesn’t know exactly who, but someone.]

This game of yours? I’m not interested. I don’t know how you got me here, or how you set all this up. Maybe it’s some messed-up alternate reality game, but I didn’t opt in for any of this. I don’t care how elaborate it is, or how much work went into it-- my kid is at home waiting for me, and I am not screwing around.

[Her tone is hard, angry rather than anxious, determination winning out over uncertainty.]

‘Wonderland.’ Cute, but I’m not impressed. All I want is for you to point me towards the exit. You can do me a solid and we can do this the easy way-- or we can do it the hard way. Trust me, whatever weird stuff you might be into, I can promise you won’t be happy if we go that route.

[She stays on the line, just to wait for any kind of possible response-- but she doesn’t really know what to expect. This entire thing has her out of her depth, even if she’s not willing to admit it.]
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[ there's some noise behind tony today, hammers and drills working in the background. let your eyes adjust to the image and you might see robots putting pieces into other, newer robots and they all seem to be wearing...santa hats. he seems on the verge of saying something when two others fly through the window. ]

do you mind giving us a moment?

[ at once, they all seem to stand still. he shakes his head. honestly. ]

These are what I call the Iron Legion. There are only ten of them. You might see them flying over the grounds. I send them to examine the terrain. The point is creating a virtual map and making sure it's all quiet out there. They also have some protocols for times of emergency. They can help people find ways of the mansion in case we'll ever need to evacuate.

[ he looks behind him ]

except you, I might just take you apart.

[ it's spoken to the robots; well, to one of them who keeps rustling in the background. ]

they're not armed, they're not here to hurt you, they aren't going to try and interact with you unless you need help. Please don't try to interact with them or shoot them out of the sky, it's kind of important they'll stay in one piece. Look, they're even themed for the holidays.

[ aren't the hats cute? guys? ]
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[ It's been six months since she posted to the Wonderland version of FaceTime, the last being when she arrived. Chloe isn't exactly the best at public speaking is the main reason, a fact that will be painfully obvious to everyone. ]

Um, my name is Chloe. I've been here for about six months. I know the last event wasn't exactly great for, well, anyone, but this message is mostly aimed at parents in Wonderland.

I have a daughter back home and I know there are other people here who have been separated from their children. I thought that maybe, if other people want to, it might be nice for all of us to get together and... talk. Maybe it will help. Support group-style, I guess.

I don't know if something like this already exists here and if it does, point me to it. But if not... I'm just gathering interest at this point.

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Oct. 27th, 2017 01:32 pm
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[It's been—hell if he knows, truth be told. Minutes or hours or a bloody eternity sitting outside his own door, hearing the sounds of a battlefield in his memory, seeing the sight of them every time he closes his eyes. But the better part of him, the smarter part, the one that demands he be better has had the time needed to reason through what he knows. To recall the strings pulled to make the deaths of his family a reality, the betrayals and the lies, and the manipulations allowed by a machine Rip should be able to name, but can't.

The forgotten word.

There can be no one else responsible for this. It's simple logic, really. Three from their world, an experiment in the room done--nothing much; just long enough to punch one of Savage's troops but no action beyond that. He doesn't go down the path that only ever leads to one end. Just stays there long enough to be sure, before going back out, dropping into his spot, meaning to pick up his phone.

It's not a broadcast he cares to make. And he doesn't have to, the selfish part of him reasons out. But this event isn't just about the memories at play; it's far worse.]


By now I'm sure everyone's aware of the—alterations that have been made to our rooms. [Voice only; Rip doesn't feel like showing his face on the network. He's tired, though; that much can't be hidden.] Some of you may also have surmised that you can effect some manner of change to those events. Alter how they play out, and to that end you might well be tempted to try and change their outcomes.

Don't. [Steel finds its way into his voice now; resolve, though not for the sake of the warning.] No matter what you do, the end results will remain as they are. This event comes from my world, and one lesson: time wants to happen.

[And it's such a funny feeling, as he told Raymond once, to know the universe itself wants his family dead.

There are more details. Ones on the tip of his tongue and that's odd, that compulsion to say them. He doesn't really make note of it, however, instead uttering out one more thing before the feed abruptly ends.]


I am sorry.
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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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[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.]

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Aug. 2nd, 2017 04:45 pm
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[There's a face very, very, very close to the screen. Not a shock, given he's basically sitting on the device with wide eyes and a mouth hanging open a little in awe. It makes strange noises sometimes and he's not sure what it is but he will work it out. He's smarter than he looks, he'll have you know. He's a smart cookie. The smartest of cookies even because cookies are remarkably dumb. They don't even put up a fight when he eats them so they're clearly inferior to the all mighty Groot.

He leans forward slowly. He licks it. Ew. Nope. Not food. Hmm.

Okay, back to square one.

It's not doing much but be kind of reflective, it's probably not a weapon and--

Oh! He can see his face!!!

He pulls funny faces into it happily, delighted with how he can see himself and somehow not paying attention to anything else in the screen but himself.]


I am Groot!

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Aug. 1st, 2017 06:55 pm
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[The feed begins. Satoru carefully centers himself in the frame before sitting back. He's outside in the grass next to the lake, with the device propped up against a tree.]

I think I have the gist of things. [He read the pamphlet, which was pretty helpful as a crash course.] But there are still some things I'm confused about.

[His frustration is apparent in a brief pause that follows that admission, however.]

Asking questions won't change the situation, but...can someone explain the part about time not moving?

[Because that is relevant to his interests.]

[Kayo seems a little more unsure. She’s standing just behind Satoru and trying not to draw much attention to herself. Making any kind of announcement to a wide group of people is uncomfortable, and it’s easier to just let him take the lead, if he wants to.]

...Isn’t that impossible?

[She’s quiet, but also not very impressed by the supposed magicalness of the world around them. Life isn’t a storybook and people don’t get whisked away to worlds where time doesn’t exist. It sounds kind of stupid to believe something like that just because someone put it in a professional-looking pamphlet.]

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Jun. 28th, 2017 11:21 pm
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[Perhaps on the heels of such an interesting event, one wouldn't expect a person to be bored--and yet.

The message is short: a simple text, offered up without context or commentary.]


There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.

[Let's see what comes of it.]

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