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[When the video pops on, a very happy and already buzzed Oliver is there grinning like a moron.]

Hey, Wonderland. I figure now is as good of a time as any to celebrate my arrival here. So in honor of me, I'm throwing a little get together for everyone that'd like to come on down. I did a little investigating the other day and I am happy to say that I found a room large enough to house all of you crazy people.

[The video pans over to a nicely decorated ball room with tables of food and drink. It's looking more like a club and less like a fancy dance room. He's somehow managed to get a jukebox from the closet and drag it there. Everything is all set up and ready to go.]

So anyone that feels the need to party knows where to come. All the food and alcohol you can handle and then some. If you're looking for a good time, look no further. There ain't no party like an Oliver Queen party.

[He'll finish it off with a drink and head back over to the fully stocked bar.

[ooc: consider this your giant mingling log of bad life choices. You can have people reply by video or just set up threads to get into shenanigans with other people! Enjoy yourselves ♥]
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[On any given day, Valjean might be found languishing in a room somewhere in the mansion with a cup of tea within easy reach. Also, he's never been much of a drinking man, or at least, not given over to drinking in excess.

But recent events have caused him to feel slightly unsettled and ill at ease, so he has relented and instead of a tea cup, there's a flask that has something just a little stronger than tea or coffee.

The alcohol is making him feel somewhat loose, which is saying something because it is in his nature to be reticent. But there is something else at work here, and as baffling as it is, Valjean is beginning to realize that he feels like reaching out and conversing with people.

So, this particular Frenchman can be found slowly meandering through the hallways, or sitting in the kitchen, or passing by anywhere that might attract some visitors.]
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[personal profile] righteously
[It's been a while since Dean's bright and shining face has graced the screens of the communicators. Graced being a... strong and slightly ironic word. He looks distinctly less morose than he did the last time, but he's still got an expression on his face that clues the observant in rather quickly that it's going to be serious business this time.]

First off, I wanna to apologize on behalf of all of the idiots from back home. Not sure which of them it was, might've been me, but that last event was all on us.

[Actually, it's all on Dean, but he's not one hundred precent on that. Considering Gabriel's here, and he's... tricky? Not exactly the word he's looking for, but anyway, moving on, he can't be sure it wasn't him, Cas, or Sam. He'd like to keep the latter two from being thrown directly under the bus, though.]

Second off, I'm thinking it's time we had a little pow-wow.

[He shoots the camera a significant look. It's not hard to guess what he's hinting at.]

Time to step it up a little, be a little more proactive, see if we can't start heading these things off at the pass.

[He shrugs a shoulder. Might not be possible, but hell, it's worth a shot, right?]

Either way, we're taking this somewhere a little more private. If you're interested in a hike, be out front in a couple of hours. Someone'll escort you to the party. Bring a pen.

[And that's all awesomely vague except for the places where it ain't. The feed ends rather abruptly. A few hours later, Daryl Dixon will be making a few trips back and forth leading groups of people to secret place out in the middle of the woods. It's there that the real fun begins.]


[ooc: It's perfectly fine to skip around, to tag one subthread and not another, to handwave whatever makes you feel comfortable or not even tag at all. You don't even need to have tagged the OOC post, just jump right in and snag whatever interests you!

Please note that although tags are streamlined through the subheader threads, we absolutely encourage you to interact with other characters and with each other, not solely with the person heading the subthread. Think of it as one massive mingle post with different settings if you like.]

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[After the last several times of visiting the kitchen for an evening cup of tea or other similarly soothing drink, Valjean opted for a different part of the mansion, simply because a change of scene was something he desired at this particular moment.

Except it was hardly a literal change of pace, since Wonderland was lacking in entirely new places to visit. But then again, Valjean was not exactly seeking out a brand new area to wander. The hallways and corridors of the mansion were enough for him.

His steps took him through various rooms and locations, but he barely paid attention to them. The walls were hardly interesting, after all.

But perhaps someone would come along who would remove him from his quiet state of reverie.]
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[personal profile] writeswrongs
[The feed starts by showing an extreme closeup of a man's face, mostly nose and eyes, then the shot zooms out. Looking back at you is a rather handsome middle aged man with a confused look on his face.]

So.. uh.. I'm not sure what this is, but.. I guess I checked into some sort of hotel?

[There's a bed and some floral wallpaper in the background. Not exactly his personal styling choices.]

Anyway, I'm looking for a woman named Kate Beckett. She's tall, brunette, really hot, kind of standoffish. She proooobably checked in with me. At least I'm guessing so. She also might have drugged me because I've never seen this place in my life. Either that or someone else drugged me. Anyway…. answers? If someone is seeing this?

[He nods, then clicks off the feed.]
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[Since Death is unaccustomed to hiding himself for fear of anything or anybody in existence, he does little to care about whether his face appears on this device. The device itself is nothing new to him. He may not use one since there is no reason normally, but technology like this has always been easily studied. It comes with the territory of being as old as he is.

Oh, is he ever not pleased with this situation. Irritation is evident on his face as he sits there a moment and gives a small shake of his head. This is all he needs is to be in the middle of yet another little matter he has to tweak. He is not in the mood for it now and he would not have been even before this after what happened.]


As I told the last fool that did something against my will, this is not going to end well. Whatever spell or elaborate little illusion this is, it will have a weakness. You will find that my patience is stretched thin. If this is about a deal then I implore you to reconsider for your own health.

[Not that he cares what happens to somebody that gets in his way in such an invasive manner. His dark eyes center on the screen, not an ounce of amusement evident there. Somebody's idea of a joke or not, he is considering if this place can grow on him in a way. Though he is asking for a scapegoat, he is not under a binding spell as far as he is aware of.]

This is the part where I expect an acceptable explanation.
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[personal profile] godsprophet
So, uh, Wonderland. That's...

[ Amidst the influx of new arrivals is Chuck. He's got short, curly brown hair and a beard. He also looks a bit bewildered and confused as he runs a hand down the side of his face. This whole thing is impossible, is what it is. On a number of different levels. ]

...Like the book? Alice in Wonderland? Is this--Is this some kind of joke?

[ He sounds apprehensive. He'd blame Zachariah. Or Gabriel. Because both of them have done something like this before. Unfortunately, both are dead. And he's not sure why the angels would have motive to do this to him. Especially since, ]

But, I mean. I thought the Apocalypse was over!
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[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Souji's sitting on the end of the dock. He has a jar full of bugs he caught in the garden sitting beside him and he's holding a relatively simple fishing pole, just looking out at the horizon while he waits for a bite.

He picks up the camera and turns on the feed, looking out at the horizon. It's time for the obvious question:]


I wonder what really happens if you swim out too far.

[He's just bored enough to try it, even after his previous fatal test of the "what happens if you go too far into the forest" question.]
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[personal profile] thestormcomes
[He saw the transmissions. He mulled over the riddle, albeit not with much success since Athos is not given to solving codes, nor does he have any knowledge of the Wonderland mythos.

He does, however, have a great deal of experience with kings and queens, how swiftly leadership can change, and the consequences thereof.

So call him skeptical, but-
]

...this isn't going to be a case of 'meet the new monarch, same as the old monarch,' is it?

[Niceness and gentility can always be a front for something else.]

[action]

May. 3rd, 2013 10:06 pm
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[personal profile] justwanttogohome
[Christ on a crutch, now there's a flipping bird. A massive bird. That can probably kill you just by sitting on you. It doesn't need the sharp beak or the massive eyes that are always looking. It just needs to slam into you, hard, and whambamthankyouma'am you're paste on the side of the wall.

Currently Vinnie's clutching his fire ax and crouching near a door, breathing hard and wondering if this means that there are now two monsters running around or if the Bandersnatch has been...replaced. He's dealt with two abominations at the same time before but they were both a lot smaller. And much less aggressive. Now he listens for the incipient approach: when nothing sounds for a full minute he peers around the corner before carefully moving on.

What is he doing, exactly?

Well...patrolling. Someone's going to be out here, needing help, and needing to be rescued. Is there anyone else out doing it?]

OOC: anyone who wishes to join Vinnie, who needs to be rescued or just would like to have someone's hand to hold throughout this ordeal is free to comment! If you wish to yell at him through the network for being a moron you can do that too. 
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[personal profile] childofthemoon
[The video clicks on to show Dean sitting in his regular booth in the recently opened diner, laptop, coffee and pie within easy reach. Aerith moves through the feed before the video turns around to show Ruby, finally not pale and worried anymore, but relaxed and at ease with a slight smile, leaning against the jukebox. Journey's currently filling the diner with music, and Ruby wanders over to the counter, apparently happy with the selection. She shows Tohru preparing a dish while she talks.]

Guys, appreciate that you're all sitting in some corner of the mansion worrying about that door, but you know what? We happen to have this... nice, cozy establishment here, we have coffee, really good food, some beautiful ladies hanging around... [Yes, this includes Dean.] ... and all the space you could need, be it for fun or for some riddling around.

[And just to drive the point home, she pops a golden fry into her mouth and grins. Behind Ruby, Dean snorts at the ladies comment, but looks up from his laptop to eye the feed warily.]


While you're at it, how about throwing in a little PSA, sweetheart? Little tip: if a mirror sees it's reflection, it gets bounced back over to the other side. Start carrying around something shiny- but don't go getting all Twilight Zone. The last thing we need's mass hysteria.

[And with that, he turns his attention back to his work, sipping on his coffee. Ruby nods meaningfully at the video.]

Listen to the cowboy, guys, I mean it. He knows his stuff. Regardless, hop on over. [Yes, pun intended.] We're always open, and you can just as well riddle away with all the rest of us right here. Coffee's on the house, you can pay for food with small, meaningful tokens of your affection... no, just kidding, come on, everything's on the crazy magical house.

( Additional text announcement )

The Rabbit Hole - Floor 8, Room 001
Come for that riddle, stay for the company
Food, friends, drinks, music, riddles, pie, chicken wings, fun!


[ooc: Massive mingle post! The diner has never gotten an official opening, but it's now available to be used as event headquarters. There's food, there's music, there's company, there's people trying to figure out the puzzle. Mingle to your heart's desire <3 There are headers available, and you can feel free to make your own.

And remember guys! Mirrors on the real side can just waltz in there as well. Give us your alter egos, your reals, your firstborn children!]

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[personal profile] childofthemoon
[The camera flicks on to Ruby sitting in one of the diner booths, far to the back, almost tucket away. Those who know here will notice immediately that she has an unusually pensieve look about her. Sad almost, worried, maybe even a little resigned. Her shoulders are slumped, and she avoids looking right at the camera.

Considering how much she usually smiles, this is quite the change.

The thing is, she can feel the wolf rearing up within her, a separate entity from her entirely. She stands no chance of wrestling it under control through sheer force of will, not after 28 years and counting of not transforming, of being repressed by the curse.

Ruby shifts in her seat, nervous. Her hands clench, knuckles going white before she sighs and tries a weak smile for the camera. It's shaky, at best.]


Where I'm from, the three nights around the full moon are known as... wolf's time. That means Wednesday, Thursday and Friday night, this week.

[Ruby falters, licks her lips, looks at the camera, then slightly away again.]

Whatever happens, please, please don't leave the mansion on any of these nights. Between sunset and sunrise, just... just don't leave the building. Please. Bar the front door. Just... stay inside.

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[Private text to Daryl Dixon]

I need to talk to you, in person if possible. It's urgent. Please?

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[OOC: For details on what's to come and plotting shenanigans, please see here!]

[video]

Apr. 22nd, 2013 10:52 am
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[personal profile] doctorweevil
[Owen's in the gardens, sitting on a bench as he talks into the device. He looks surprisingly relaxed, all things considered, and his voice is a lazy drawl.]

All right, I've got to admit, this isn't what I expected from the afterlife. [Though that's actually reassuring, all things considered, but he's hardly going to admit that.] I'm in neither Heaven nor Hell, and definitely not Cardiff. Still, I've got vital signs again - which, believe me, is a definite plus in my book.

So, what's the deal here? I mean, a bloody great mansion surrounded by forests isn't exactly part of any belief system I've heard of, not that I'm terribly up on the whole religion thing, and I'm pretty sure nobody ever mentioned getting a free PDA when you bite it. Mind, most of the recently dead I've had the opportunity to chat with have been pretty freaked out about the whole thing, not that I blame them. It's a hell of a shock, finding out that you're dead and likely to stay that way. [He knows that from experience.]
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[Jo looks unsure as she fiddles with the device’s video function, pressing her lips together before collecting herself and putting on her best resolve face, swallowing down that creeping feeling of uncertainty. Whatever this place is, it’s not what she’d first assumed – at least, she doesn’t think so. She’s positive she died, there’s no mistaking that, but she highly doubts that any afterlife would provide her with a gadget like this one. Which means that now she has questions – a lot of them.]

Hey.

[Her voice is hoarse, but at least she’s not tasting blood when she talks anymore. A definite improvement over the position she was in less than an hour ago. Puzzling, sure, but an improvement nonetheless.]

I’m guessing there has to be someone out there who can hear me, right? They wouldn’t give me one of these things otherwise, I’m pretty sure, but… if there’s anyone out there who can answer some questions for me, I’d appreciate it. Feeling kind of disoriented. Is—

[She cuts herself off. Oh, this was going to sound all kinds of stupid, but she had to ask. She knows what happened to her. Maybe someone else out there is in the same boat.]

Is anyone else here dead?

[She wrinkles her nose even as she asks it.

Yep. Just like she thought. It sounded pretty ridiculous, asking outright like that. Well. Couldn’t be helped.]
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[personal profile] willbegone
[It's not that late yet, but anyone paying attention to their communication device or anyone near the kitchen might find Valjean heading that direction while doing his best to walk quietly so as not to disturb anyone.

A touch of restlessness had driven him from his room. It wasn't that he was hungry, exactly, but he was hoping that taking a walk would clear his head. And if not, then perhaps he could procure a cup of tea or something equally soothing.

And fortunately for him, he actually manages to get said cup of tea without too much trouble. He sets the cup on the counter in front of him and takes a seat while getting comfortable. He plans on staying there for quite some time, or until someone decides they want the kitchen to themselves.

But for the moment, he is content to sit there and enjoy the relatively quiet atmosphere the kitchen provides.]
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[personal profile] freetobe
[Castiel has been experimenting since the last event ended. The resistance now has better ideas about what needs to be done, concrete plans and strategies to proceed further. It falls to him to see if he can force himself on the other side of the mirrors. For the last few days, he has cut into his arm to draw blood, drawn bloody sigils on his pristine white walls, and tried to banish himself through the mirror in his room. 

For the past few days all he has accomplished is hurling himself through the fabric of space. He's crash-landed in maze-hedges, been flung into trees, off the roof, into the water, through windows and onto gravel. Banishing sigils are used to fling angels away and keep them occupied for a while. It's more than unpleasant, draining on top, not to mention that Castiel finds out fairly quickly that he's not healing nearly as fast as he should. The wounds are still more of a nuisance than a proper threat to his wellbeing, but... well. 

It's on the Friday after the resistance meeting that he hits a figurative wall. 

He's tried everything - his own blood, Dean's blood (once), alterations to the sigil, broken mirror, intact mirror, sigil on the wall, sigil on the mirror, and it has yielded no result whatsoever. He's banished, alright, flung all over Wonderland, just never through to the other side. By Friday, he is exhausted, he's tired, and he wants to... he's not even sure. Castiel's eyelids feel heavy. He's scratched up, has dark circles beneath his eyes, his hands shake, and he feels lightheaded, which might also be because his last desperate attempt involved using a knife to cut the sigil into his own chest. That idea might have been a little on the desperate side. 

He admits defeat when he regains consciousness after skidding over gravel outside, in front of the Mansion. The feed clicks on to him struggling onto his feet, shirt hanging open with a lovely view of the cuts, eyes tired, but annoyed more than hurt.]


I require assistance. 

[And explanation for the failed mission won't be offered up via the network, of course. Castiel shuts the video down, but now before slumping back down with an annoyed grunt - little wobbly on his feet. That's sheer tiredness, though, not blood loss. He truly looks like someone who hasn't slept in days, which as most people in the Mansion would know should not be an issue for him. Except it is.]
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[personal profile] thinblueline
 [It's taken a day and some to collect up everything necessary, but John Blake and Blaine Anderson had been tossing around the idea of a get-together for so long, it didn't feel like all that much work. As the day is coming to a close in Truffula Valley, they put on the finishing touches and convene near the decently sized fire.]

[There's music, there's food, there's even a place where people can secretly meet to discuss the finer aspects of revolution under the cover of near-darkness. If nothing else, it's a place where people can come together, enjoy some company, and just be together. Who could complain about that?]

[Blake sends a message.]


Party tonight. Everyone's invited!

[Thankfully, Blaine comes to the rescue with a few more details.

Camp Wonderland Who Party
Tonight @ Dusk
Food • Friends • Entertainment • Clues

Come dressed as your friends!

[That's right, everyone, it's your chance to dress up as anyone in Wonderland. Come with one costume or ten!]



[[OOC: Massive mingle post is a go! Feel free to check out the available headers, or make your own!]]
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[personal profile] goesdown
[ Crowley really doesn't appreciate waking up in the grass, not the least of which because he doesn't appreciate waking up. It implies some things that just don't suit him at all. Once he notices the device he's been left with, he goes right for it, standing up and looking around before he gets it on. ]

You know, this is all very cute, but is there a purpose to all of it? I've got some things I'd like to get back to and if there's anything I can do to speed this whole process along, I'd love to hear it. Time is money. Yadda yadda yadda.

[ He rolls his eyes. His first guess at who did this is Naomi. Surely the Winchesters don't have this kind of power and he's still questioning Castiel's virility after Purgatory chewed on him for so long. ]

So if you'd like to barter, I'd be more than happy to speak to someone. Face to face, perhaps?

[ He'd like to at least know what manner of creature he's dealing with here. ]

I'm sure we can come to an amiable agreement.
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[personal profile] willbegone
Is it possible that I am merely dreaming and remain unaware of it?

[The feed has turned on, but Valjean has not yet noticed that he is being recorded. There is something strange at work here, although he cannot quite tell what that might be.

The moment of his passing remains clear enough in his memory, yet here he is, standing, walking, and yes, breathing. Was it all something he had imagined? He frowns, wishing for some inspiration, some bolt of understanding to come.

He lifts his gaze from the ground, wondering if there is anyone nearby who might have an explanation for this; it is quiet and he cannot hear anything that would suggest he is not alone. But he ventures forth a brief statement nonetheless.]


If there are any souls about, kindly reveal yourselves. I wish only to speak with you.

[He holds up his hands to show that he is unarmed and completely uninterested in being a threat. There is nothing on his person but the device that has not yet registered itself as important in Valjean's mind.

He smiles a rather bemused smile as he bends down to inspect a single flower pushing its way up through the grass. There are worse places one could be, he decides, even if he is alone.]

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