[text] Entry #4

Jul. 14th, 2018 04:46 pm
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Since the White Queen reappeared, I've been going back through the network for information. I want to consolidate what we know about the Queens.

This post only covers the past year, since I arrived. I plan to keep looking back further.

Let me know if you remember anything that I haven't included.

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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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🕷 Video

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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001 | video | where the lost get found in the crown of the circus king

Jun. 30th, 2018 04:26 pm
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 [And here we have a very purple man with curved, bedazzled horns, red eyes, and the most ostentatious-looking cloak you've ever seen. Also a peacock tattoo snaking up the side of his face. He looks... friendly, inasmuch as someone with sharp teeth and a very demonic countenance can look friendly.]

I think I'm getting the hang of this now. All right... Let's get this out of the way, shall we? Hello, everyone, wherever you may be in this lovely place. My name is Mollymauk Tealeaf- Molly to my friends, and if we're all stuck here, I think we ought to be friends, right?

[He holds up a hand, indicating that everyone watching should wait a moment.] But that is actually the question I want to ask. You see, I've skimmed the materials as much as I care to, so I understand the basics. What I don't understand is how exactly this works?

Not the "events." Those are straightforward [and quite frankly make him glad he has no memories to really draw from EAT SHIT, WONDERLAND]. I mean the community, itself. It's not really a town. There's too many of you for it to be one single group. 

I'm just curious how exactly you divide yourself up to protect yourselves. From what I've seen, it can get pretty messy here.

[And that's not a subtle HINT HINT LOOKING FOR GROUP at all. Just because there's a lot of people around doesn't mean a person isn't alone, but that's not what he's here to talk about. HA HA HA.....]

[[ooc: though it won't come up in this post (more than likely), please check out Molly's permission post here as some of his powers/abilities and how he activates them can be offensive/triggering.]]
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BREAKING } from Ace of Spades, the Wonderland Blog of Georgia Mason, entry #14

Jun. 16th, 2018 12:35 am
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The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen.

On Monday, in front of a crowd filled with Mirrors and Reals, the ground opened up beneath the Queen of Hearts and swallowed her up into a bright light. In her place, the White Queen, long thought dead, was restored through the boxes of donated memories. Anywhere else, the war that's been brewing for months would be the big story of the day, but Wonderland has never been anywhere else, and the much-touted war turned out to be a chess game. The Red Queen beat the Queen of Hearts, she took it poorly, and then the real story started.

( Before her resurrection, the White Queen was the sister about which we knew the least... )

[As usual, Georgia leaves copies of the article close to several mirrors, and leaves hers uncovered in case anyone wants to talk about it. They deserve to be informed about their monarch.]
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+ A Forward dated (6/12) Royal Proclamation +

Jun. 11th, 2018 09:19 am
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[ It has been 24 hours since the chess match and after some impatient redecorating, everyone's feeds - Mirror and Real alike come to life with a video set to Baroque music. There is no speaking yet, simply a slide show displaying various parts of the new Mirror side of things. It's an introduction of sorts.

  • The new Throne room which is where the Real side's ballroom is located.
  • Though the White Queen's mirrors can't go without a ballroom of their own.
  • Finally, her own chambers are displayed, with everything neat and orderly, and all signs of the Queen of Hearts (including all of her very odd...pieces and parts of things in jars) completely gone.

    The music fades out, and soon the White Queen, sitting on her throne graces the screen. She is addressing both sides today, however they won't be able to communicate to each other, only to her. ]


    • My dearest Mirrors and Reals,

    The time has come for us to put aside our differences and all the Queen of Hearts used to put you at odds with one another. We are, after all, one kingdom and as my sister the Red Queen proclaimed, we shall live in peace and harmony.

    [ It's not quite what she said, but it's close enough. ]

    From henceforth, I proclaim that no Mirror need to spy on the Real side on my behalf. You have no good graces to earn with me, no reason to bring me information about the other side. I, unfortunately, have no control over the events that occur, but let that be all the dear Reals must worry over. You have my word that there will be no command for you to hurt or kill and you must not live in fear of my mirrors only wishing to cause harm.

    ...Of course, I cannot help it if some mirrors do have this tendency, but I will not advocate it.

    Now, onto my new subjects. And to that point, what your former queen demanded of you.

    You will no longer be unmade at a whim. Please do not live in fear of a mistake. You aren't merely subjects, you are a people. From now on ruled by me, yes, but not as a figure to be feared or only one to please. I will create new mirrors as new Reals arrive, and you will all be cared for.

    There is one exchange I have made with Wonderland's magic, but that does mean we've had to give something up to have a bit of color. For too long our outside world has been black and white. No more.

    [ She pauses, then dramatically claps her hands, the sound echoing in the room. ]

    There are no more tea rooms on our side, dear mirrors. But you do now have a beautiful garden. The color is limited to the gardens only, but oh, I do hope you find it as glorious as I do. Please, do not confine yourselves to the indoors only.

    [ Go touch some grass, please. For her title being the White Queen, things aren't quite so blandly colored and she smiles with a soft nod of her head. ]

    I urge any of you, real and mirror alike, to now take this time to introduce yourselves. I'm quite curious about you all. Though I will say, you will be speaking only to me and at this time, Reals and Mirrors will not be able to address one another.
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    The Ninth Gambit

    Jun. 1st, 2018 09:25 am
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    [The Red Queen is not smiling. Her hands are folded in front of her, her expression serious, almost hard.]

    My dear Real Things, I have a request.

    [She raises a hand as though reaching out for the hand of another, appealing to anyone watching.]

    It seems that my sister’s battle lust will not be satisfied without a fight. Despite my wishes otherwise, I must implore you to help me. However, I do not want to force you.

    [And she could, one way or another, if she had to.]

    I would like volunteers to assist me. But I must be honest: this time, I cannot guarantee your safety. This is not a challenge to take on lightly. As much as I abhor the idea, I may need you to fight for me.

    [She folds her hands again, her expression saddened.]

    I will do all that I can to protect you, whether you fight for me or not.

    [Note: If you have volunteered your character, you can either respond here to ICly volunteer or handwave a conversation with the Red Queen about volunteering. Characters who were not OOCly volunteered within the allotted time frame can still respond to this post; just be aware that late volunteers will not be accepted.]
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    thirteenth galaxy [video]

    May. 2nd, 2018 02:41 pm
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    [The camera opens on Shepard, a mirror of her last broadcast just a few days ago, but something is obviously, greatly wrong.

    Shepard stands again, in full armor and loadout, but this time outside… in a familiar place in the Hills. As she focuses in on the camera in front of her, anyone viewing can see cracks in her face glowing a deep blue, and splinters out from her eyes in rips of circuitry. She may look possessed, completely unlike herself, but the silhouette is unmistakable. And despite Wonderland’s lack of weather, the sky seems darker, the mood more grim as she finally speaks.]

    Alright, Wonderland. There’s gonna be a change of plans.

    [She gestures wide to the structure behind her, black obsidian crashed into the hillside.]

    This? Isn’t ending. You’ve got no ships, no weapons, nowhere to hide. We will tear this world apart. I’ve seen these things level planets in hours- you think you have a chance?

    [Suddenly, the background behind her starts to shake and stir, a vibration not unlike something waking up from a long, long sleep.]

    You’ve got a choice, here. Give in quietly, and make yourself useful to the cause of the cycle of the universe. Live. Or run, and fight, and die. I’d say it’s your call. But you know what?

    [The ground shakes, and the Reaper rises, the sound of it seeming to shake the foundations of the world. Shepard takes her sniper rifle, pointing directly to the camera, until only the barrel of her gun is shown.]

    I think I like it when you run.

    [The bullet goes through the device, and the transmission cuts.]

    [ooc: This is for anyone who wanted to fight Shepard on day 5! She already has someone set up to kill her, but feel free to leave reactions, taunts, or action threads to find her running around!]
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    ~Supporting The Reapers With A Killer Robot!~ [Video]

    May. 1st, 2018 04:05 pm
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    [Good afternoon, Wonderland! Those of you who still mistakenly have your network devices on you will be privy to a special broadcast from Wonderland's favorite celebrity! (A self-proclaimed title, for sure.)

    When the camera clicks on, Mettaton is once again facing away from it, scribbling furiously on an easel paper flip board. He writes for about a minute before nodding in satisfaction and turning around to the camera. He flashes a brilliant smile.]

    Hello there, my dear Wonderland! As I'm sure you all know, we are having a truly amazing time this event! Now, I know the main topic on everyone's minds are the Reapers - a very controversial subject, I'm sure. But I'm on the network today to tell you all- the Reapers are not nearly as bad as you think!

    [He steps out of the way of the paper, grinning proudly as he gestures to what he's written.]

    I've compiled a short list of the reasons that these fun new invaders of our home are actually good! So listen well, my dears, because by the end of this message, you'll completely understand where I am coming from here.

    [He points excitedly to the first bullet point on his list.]

    Number one: Fashion. They're fashionable. What, Mettaton? Fashionable? What do you mean by that? Well dears, what I mean is, is that if you let these lovely synthetics get a hold of you, you'll be upgraded and given a fabulous makeover!

    [At that Mettaton takes the camera and brings it closer to him, where anyone watching can see that he has in fact been "upgraded" with Reaper tech. Mettaton's body now has many glowing blue lights and tubes throughout it, giving him an eerie glow.]

    See that? Blue is so in this season, darlings! Get on the Reaper's good side and you, too, will look as good as me! ...Well, maybe not as good. It's hard to beat a face like mine. Now! Onto number two!

    [He points back to the paper, slapping it loudly.]

    Dedication! The Reapers are nothing if not dedicated to their cause of liberating all lifeforms if their actions here are any indication! Look at them! Taking their time from their galaxy back home to stop by little old Wonderland and giving us a taste of their work! Miraculous! Stupendous! A true inspiration to all of us! Coming back every 50,000 years like clockwork! I bet we all wish we had that kind of work ethic!

    [He laughs then, shaking his head fondly, and then gestures to the paper once more.]

    Now, point three, and this one is my favorite- Extinction.

    [He says it with a particular relish as he pulls out a red marker and circles it multiple times.]

    There is no escaping the Reapers. There is no winning against the Reapers. We know this. Everyone who has attempted to fight back against them this event probably knows this. I'm sure even Shepard is having some troubles of her own by now!

    Now, to all of you determined heroes out there still thinking about resistance- is submission not preferable to extinction? Is it not better to align yourself to the winning team than to fight fruitlessly against that which cannot be defeated?

    The answer is simple, darlings- submit to the Reapers, and you shall see eternity! And if you still think you can win, well...

    [He sets the camera down and grins, as his body begins to shift and change into a form that not many people have seen in Wonderland- his NEO form, a form specifically dedicated to warfare. He lifts the cannon towards the camera as a light begins to form inside of it.]

    I'm sure it won't take me long to teach you that lesson.

    [The light of the cannon and the Reaper modifications glint off his malicious smile as the camera cuts there.]

    ((ooc: feel free to hit up Mettaton on here if your characters want to argue, as well as feel free to run into him roaming the Mansion as he basically tries to hunt anyone who isn't serving the Reapers at this point.))
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    twelfth galaxy [video]

    Apr. 28th, 2018 03:05 pm
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    [Less than an hour after the Reaper crash lands in the Hills, Shepard is on the network.

    She starts the video much more seriously than her other broadcasts, in full armor with guns visible on her back. Unlike her usual smiles, she looks utterly, incredibly serious, holding her sniper rifle plenty visible. For all of the jokes and encouragement she’s given the Mansion before, she looks utterly devoid of it now.]

    Alright. I’m gonna make this really, really fuckin’ clear. That thing out there is called a Reaper. It’s a destroyer of worlds, it harvests entire species, and even one of them can wipe a planet. There is nothing for you in there. There’s no cool aliens. There’s no cool tech. Because the real things Reapers bring is Indoctrination.

    [She pauses just long enough to catch her breath, and keeps going.]

    The longer you’re in that thing, the more you’re gonna want to serve it. The more you’re gonna want everyone you know to serve it. And the more you’ll go to any goddamn lengths to do that, including killing everyone you know. It’ll infect electronics, broadcast signals, and the only way to be cured is to die. It is dangerous. So I’m gonna make this real easy.

    [She hoists her gun a little more into view.]

    I catch you going anywhere near that thing, and I will take out your goddamn kneecaps from 60 yards.

    [She brings the gun back down, but still only at rest.]

    You wanna know more about it, you can ask me here. Otherwise, I swear to fuckin’ god, stay out of it.

    [private; to Rick Sanchez]

    I need to talk to you. Immediately. I need a favor.

    [ooc: Feel free to use this if you want to meet up with Shepard near to the Reaper site on day 1, also! She will not actually be shooting people directly, but she has a great aim and will be taking shots right in front of them if she sees them approach. There are, of course, tons of entrances to this thing, so she won’t be able to fend everyone off!]
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    M e s s a g e 39

    Apr. 23rd, 2018 08:56 pm
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    [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.]
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    001 » anon text

    Apr. 12th, 2018 09:08 pm
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    [Becks hasn't used, or even really looked at, the network much since she's been here. That in itself is kind of out of sorts, because usually that would have been the first place she went, and probably where she spent a large sum of her time. Reading over backlogs and the like, to see what she could glean from the masses about this place.

    But....

    Waking up from death does a lot to mix up your priorities. Imagine that.

    The... Event had not be great for her. She kind of lost herself to a lot of things going on in her head, things that bugged her, bothered her in a down-to-her-bones kind of way that she hated immensely. She wasn't what a person could call weak, but god, she felt it lately.

    Still does, even now, as she pieces together this post. Hidden behind a wall of anonymity that would have Georgia giving her, her best 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed' face if she knew she was making it this way.

    Normally, Rebecca had no problem signing her name to anything and everything she ever wrote, or said, in any manner or fashion. But this... this was a little easier to do with that step outside of herself.]

    Not gonna lie. I'm a little ashamed of myself for doing this, at least...doing it the way that I am. It's not really me, to hide behind a mask, but...I don't think I could do this without it right now, so...here I am.

    Here's my question for the Wonderland masses:

    How many of you can say this place is a second chance on borrowed time?

    I know I can't be the only one who died back home. I don't know about the rest of you, but I know I feel like being here completely steals away everything I stood for, everything I died for.

    I died for a purpose. With a purpose. It was the right decision for everything that was going on. My death meant my people survived, and the people that deserved it would be getting the information we needed to share. I was okay with it. At peace with it.

    And then I woke up here.

    And it was all ripped away from me.

    I don't know how to cope with it. I really don't. And that bugs me, a lot, because I'm totally the 'get up and push on' kinda person, so feeling this lost and stuck is weird and new and I hate it. And I want to fix it.

    Or at the very least, commiserate with people that maybe can understand this feeling on a personal level.

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    video } from Ace of Spades, the Wonderland Blog of Georgia Mason, entry #13

    Apr. 7th, 2018 12:56 pm
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    I thought the Gryphon was foreshadowing another event, but so far I haven't noticed anything.

    [Georgia looks as serious as ever, her mouth in a sharp line and her sunglasses firmly in place as she looks into the camera.]

    That means one of three things: either the Gryphon is not another resident in the same way, the rules are changing now that we've got a war on the way, or, of course, that the event simply isn't one that's easily noticeable. I'm keeping my eyes out, either way. The Gryphon certainly meant, something, and I intend to figure it out. That's what I do.

    [Without losing a beat, she suddenly starts to sing. Her voice is surprisingly nice.]

    ( Once I played fair and I played by the rules that they gave me..... )

    [Abruptly she stops, blinks a bit, then adds:]

    ...so there is an event, apparently. I'll be in my office.

    [And replying only by text. She abruptly shuts off the feed.]

    [ooc: Song is Wicked Girls Seanan McGuire, lyrics by me.]
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    + HER THIRTY-EIGHTH DECREE +

    Mar. 16th, 2018 03:11 pm
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    [Enough is enough.

    Mid-afternoon, every ride halts and every vendor stills. The carnival freezes in place, except for its patrons, stuck on their rides and forced to listen to the bellowing voice below. The Queen of Hearts, it seems, has made a rare appearance on the Real Side of the glass. She stands in the center of the carnival, commanding the attention of everyone around her.    ]

    This carnival is an insult to the Mirror Monarchy and I will NOT stand for it a second longer! MY HEARTS are all over this disgusting display, as though I sanctioned such a thing! As though I would ever sanction such a thing!

    [She laughs, cruel and cold. There is nothing about this that is funny to her.]

    And on top of that, SISTER, you've given out these ridiculous calling cards with my Mirrors' precious secrets on them! My Mirrors, do you know that this woman who has treated you to this carnival has also treated your strengths and weaknesses, your truths and your secrets, to any Real stupid enough to give a donation?

    [She holds a Mirror Card up, and then crushes it in her hand.]

    Do NOT be fooled, my Mirrors! These Real Things and their so-called Queen - they are not your friends. They will only betray you in the end. They don't trust that which is not Real by their definitions, and will lure you close only to find your weak spots.

    [And how dare they?]

    Come! We must return to our side of the glass at once. And to my sister, the Red Queen - this is a Declaration of War. We will return in June, prepared for battle - I suggest you do the same, dear sister.

    [With a Snap of her fingers, all of the Mirrors return to their side of the glass. The carnival rides and booths all vanish (and thankfully anyone who was on them at the time finds themselves safely on the ground. The war has not begun just yet). Every sign that the carnival was there at all is gone in an instant, and the Queen of Hearts disappears in a flash of red.

    ooc: The Queen of Hearts will not be replying to this post, but feel free to use this for any reactions/threads in the immediate aftermath. The Mirrors have gone back to their side of the glass, so Reals only here please!    ]
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    one; video {everything changed when the birds came}.

    Mar. 13th, 2018 06:15 am
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    [Sam is, like most Millennials, extremely comfortable with social media, so she doesn’t hesitate to fire up her comm device and make a video broadcast to introduce herself, once she’s read through some of the older posts and found her bearings. She’s fresh out of a bath, hair towel-damp, bruising and scratches visible on her face but at least the blood’s all washed off. She forces a smile on her face and takes a deep breath.]

    So … this is Wonderland, huh? Not really what I imagined, but I guess anything’s possible, right?

    [“Anything” … like finding yourself terrorized by mythological cannibalistic monsters on a remote mountain. She laughs quietly, like it’s a private joke. If she can joke about it, then maybe she can convince herself that what happened in the last twenty-four hours can’t be so awful.]

    Anyway, I’m Sam – new here, obviously. Still just - [she gestures vaguely] - taking it all in, I guess, but I figured I should say hey, introduce myself, that sort of thing, so … hey. [She waves at the camera.] Nice to meet you all. Um, and I guess if any of my friends are here - [Emily, she reminds herself, all the rest of your friends are dead] - Em, or - or anyone else, give me a holler.
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    The Eighth Gambit

    Mar. 9th, 2018 10:27 am
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    [The Red Queen stands on the main path in the garden, facing the Mansion. Stretching out behind her, covering the entire grounds, is a rather inviting scene. She’s smiling serenely, as usual, her hands clasped in front of her. Her broadcast appears on the networks of both the Real and Mirror sides of Wonderland.]

    To welcome the spring, I thought to give you a surprise. It was a challenge to prepare… [A slightly pained look crosses her face.] For my dear Bill has gone.

    [But then she’s smiling again, composure restored. She makes a controlled sweeping gesture with one hand.]

    Since you seemed to get on so well last winter, I thought I would extend an invitation to the Mirror Things as well as the Real Things. There is enough to go around, you see, and nothing should be wasted if waste can be avoided.

    [A pause, and her smile turns a bit mischievous.]

    That is, of course, if my dear sister will, in her good grace, allow her subjects a bit of long overdue fun.

    [She begins to make a gesture as though in farewell before pausing, and adding:]

    And don’t eat too much, now.
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    text } from Ace of Spades, the Wonderland Blog of Georgia Mason, entry #12

    Feb. 21st, 2018 11:18 pm
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    The Mirrors are watching us. This is common knowledge, one of the first things we tell newcomers. There is another Wonderland through the looking glass, and it's inhabited by the doppelgangers we call Mirrors. Calling them our "evil twins" would be an oversimplification, both because not everyone on this side would qualify as the "good twin," and because while these individuals are supposed to be our reflection and, in some ways, our opposites, that doesn't mean they're evil. Like us, they are complicated individuals and generalizations cannot capture all of them. They serve the Queen of Hearts, and the influence she has on the Mirrors cannot be understated. For one thing, she's their maker, though the Red Queen claims they would exist even without the Queen of Hearts' help. If they piss her off, she can also "unmake" them.

    Sounds nice and bloodless when you put it like that, doesn't it? Well, take it from an artificial, imperfect copy with implanted memories that never really happened to me. I was made by mad science, not Wonderland magic, and I lived under threat of being "decommissioned," not "unmade," but the differences are negligible. It’s a pretty word for murder and a reminder that you're replaceable.

    If the gun to their heads isn't enough, the Queen manipulates and lies to the Mirrors. She sets them at each other's throats, and she sets them against us. Wirt's Mirror carries a lantern with him constantly. He was convinced by the Queen that it held his brother. We examined it together and quickly proved that it actually contained some material tied to Mirror Wirt himself. It never had anything to do with his brother at all.

    It's a lot of effort that shouldn't be necessary if she's as capable of instilling loyalty as she insists she is. She has their loyalty and fear, but their free will is their own. That's why she has to keep them divided. That's why she lies. And that's why instead of fearing the Mirrors, instead of bending to the Queen's wishes and being enemies, we need to become allies. We're all prisoners of Wonderland, whether we originated here or not.

    Many of you may remember the portal incident from last year, when Leo Fitz and Cisco Ramon used a combination of technology and metahuman power to break through to the Mirror side. It was the first successful, intentional breach by a Real in recorded Wonderland history, and it happened because they consulted with Mirrors. Granted, the Mirrors in question were manipulating and lying to Fitz and Ramon, and the results of that experiment were in many ways disastrous. But this does not have to be how it is. Imagine what we could accomplish in a good faith partnership between Mirrors and Reals. We need to find a way to break the Queen's hold, both because it is the right thing to do and because it may be the only way we can take control.

    A young Mirror once accused me of wishing death on the Mirrors because of the title of my zine. Shattered Mirror does have a violent sound to it. I can understand where she got that, but it was never my intention. I named my zine the Shattered Mirror because I want to destroy the barriers between us. We will never achieve anything if we continue to behave as they expect us to behave. Break the glass. It's time to rise.

    Mirror Writing

    [As usual, Georgia makes sure to leave copies within reach of the glass so that any interested Mirrors can snag a copy without actually crossing over and disobeying the Queen. Unlike usual, she very intentionally tugs down the curtain that normally covers her office Mirror. In big, bold, backwards letters she write ƧTͶƎMMOƆ next to a taped up copy of the article. Then she sits and waits.]
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    ᴛᴇxᴛ ( open )

    Feb. 14th, 2018 02:01 pm
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    have you ever met a mirror? has your own mirror ever tried talking to you?
    if so-- did you initiate contact? how different were they? how similar?
    if not-- what would you do if you met one face to face?
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    [Anonymous text] 1st Caucus

    Feb. 14th, 2018 09:43 am
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    ( Behold. A valendodo. )
    [The residents of Wonderland will wake up to a strange anonymous text today.]

    Happy Valentine's day!

    Well, that's not quite how you announce an event. But this is what I have at the moment. I say, it has been quite a while since I last used this form of communication. You would think they would at least fix my Network Device so I could post properly, but what can you do.

    I would like to thank all of you who donated at the Chistmas Ball and ensured my revival. I wouldn't be speaking to you all without your generous contributions. In return, I shall give you all a contribution of my own: Open anonymous debate! I say anonymous because otherwise you'd all start insulting eachother.

    The way this works is simple. Go on anonymous mode and discuss things! I might even join in, but remember that my device is broken so I can't see non-anonymous replies. Have a topic to get us started.

    WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP BRINGING ZOMBIE MEMORIES TO WONDERLAND?

    I can't wait to see what the public thinks!

    With fond regards, The Dodo.

    [Let the games begin.]
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    Feb. 5th, 2018 01:53 pm
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    My name is Julia Shumway. If anyone can hear me, please respond.

    [ She's found herself, fittingly, on the dock. The last thing she remembers is being on the water, and a bright, blinding light... And now, she's here. Wherever "here" is.

    She looks like hell, too. A bandage on her right shoulder is sopping with blood, and she's shivering in the tank top she's wearing, having just come from summer weather. The device is shaking in her hands and she can barely hold herself up, but she's doing the best she can to keep her voice level and clear. ]

    We haven't been able to get a signal from anywhere in two weeks and I'm hoping this means I can get through to someone. I'm one of the people trapped in Chester's Mill, or I was, but I don't know where I am now. I just hope this means this is over, please... Someone just tell me it was worth it. Tell me this is over.

    [ Video, audio, and action are all welcome. ]
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    Jan. 24th, 2018 10:26 am
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    [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.]
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    oo1 } audio + accidental photo(s)

    Jan. 9th, 2018 01:46 am
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    I don't want to be the one voicing my complaints this early, but,

    ( There's no image, only a voice - a little intermittent like something -- radiation, in some world -- is messing with the communication, but nothing so out of the ordinary for the untrained ear. If the voice rings of confusion and a tad hint of frustration in the first notes, it quickly softens to a more defeated tone. He really doesn't want to be the one moaning about his (mis)fortunes this soon. )

    Is it common practice here to flip your direction upside-down? Or wrong-side up. Or, or... You know, pointing any other way that isn't where I guess they were supposed to?

    ( Maybe this is divine retribution - no, it is. It is most definitely divine retribution for basically everything he's done in the last couple of years. The Universe could have subdued him to his insignificance in the big ineffable plan for things, something Brian would find rather reasonable, yet he has about given up on logical thinking and reason the moment he opened his eyes - something he most definitely shouldn't have been able to do at all. )

    ... I'm sorry, I'm just not familiar with this place at all. ( He pauses, briefly flipping around with the device, unaware of the couple of snapshots of his face he's managed to attach to the post. Whoever this guy is, he looks almost angelic with the light hitting him from the left side up. ) And I need something for my... Well, headache. Caffeine, sugar, a painkiller if that's not illegal to ask - it's. Not. It's not, is it?

    ( He pauses again. )

    ... Anyway, I'll be looking around myself, but directions would be a great help. Thanks.
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    The Seventh Gambit

    Dec. 12th, 2017 08:33 am
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    [The Red Queen appears on the video standing, poised, in the entranceway in front of the giant cookie Christmas tree. She gazes at the camera for a moment, as though waiting until she has everyone's attention, before speaking. Her message is broadcast on both the real side and mirror side networks simultaneously.]

    Good morning, dear Real Things. I've been remiss so far in not appearing before you. By way of apology, I've arranged for a special holiday treat for you all. Dear Bill has implemented it beautifully.

    [She raises both hands and gives a quiet clap before lowering them again, clasped in front of her. She's smiling serenely.]

    Let me also say that the dear Mirrors are invited over should they wish to enjoy the festivities. You do deserve to have fun some of the time. I've even arranged special gifts for you a little later on.

    In parting, I will give you this advice: Do not overindulge. Too many sweets before bedtime can upset your stomach and ruin your dreams.

    [There's another brief pause, which she spends smiling, as though letting her words sink in. Then the video ends.

    She will be available over the network to answer responses, but should anyone venture to the entranceway looking for her, she will not be there for in-person audiences.]
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    Dec. 2nd, 2017 05:28 pm
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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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    one; audio {with bitter words, that's how the boy talks.}

    Nov. 27th, 2017 09:08 pm
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    [Jason woke up inside the mansion, gave it all a cursory look-through, and promptly noped the hell on out of there. Ain’t nobody got time for this Wonderland theme park bullshit - especially not the Red Hood.

    Of the available options, the forest seemed like the best way out, so that’s where Jason is now, trampling through the brush, snapping twigs underfoot as he mutters his complaints into the comm device:]

    This would be going a lot easier if there had been any vehicles worth taking …

    [The sounds of movement stop, and Jason sighs loudly. He is Officially Lost, and he wasn’t in the best mood to begin with, so he’s understandably a little tense in addressing whoever might be listening.]

    All right, this is officially stupid, and I don’t have time for stupid. Got much bigger fish to fry, so I’ll get right to the point. Whose head do I have to stuff in a duffel bag to get a map of the way out of here? Tick tock, losers, answer fast – Daddy doesn’t like being kept waiting.
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    Entry #91

    Nov. 24th, 2017 10:29 pm
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    [In the latest dramatic reveal, it seems that Claudia has been hard at work unearthing a great deal of dirty laundry as it suits her. In the process, on November 23rd she manages to draw out an encrypted broadcast - only it's encrypted no longer.]

    [And what's more, it's no longer anonymous. The broadcast bursts across the screen with an eerie screech of static and rapidly flashing images. There's even a voice speaking in the background - a voice that some might find familiar.]

    YOU TOOK IT
    I SAW

    BURNING


    [An image flares in a brief sputter of black and scarlet, and is gone again.]

    /////////////////////////
    ////bird flying south////
    ///////do you know///////
    ///////what you did///////
    /////////////////////////

    ----checkmate----


    [And now, the name of the user who released the video in the first place is painfully apparent. For some, this won't be much of a shock. For others, on the other hand...]

    [Did Tim Wright ever strike you as someone who favored cryptography?]
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    video } save me, save me, i'm lost in the memory and i'd swear i'm a girl that's never been

    Nov. 14th, 2017 01:30 pm
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    [Oh look, it’s Mabel and Dipper again. And… Well, Mabel is crowding in front of the camera right now, so it’s more “Mabel and Dipper’s face squished off to the side. SHE IS VERY EXCITED OKAY.]

    Good morning, Wonderfriends! ...Or whatever the time is, since time’s relative here.

    Are you tired of not knowing what’s really going on? Are the pamphlets you get when you arrive just too boring and lack both detailed information and color. Do you really not know who all those people who announce events are and why they’re so important?

    Well, look no further, ‘cause Angel Investigations has the guide for you.

    [Dipper finally manages to push Mabel out of the way enough to get his face more firmly in view, shooting her a frustrated look in the process. WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS.]

    Not that the pamphlets aren't great! [EVIE IS HIS HERO HE WILL SAY NOTHING AGAINST HER HARD PAMPHLET WORK.] But they really just scratch the surface and, well, once you're a little more settled in, sometimes you might want all the information in one convenient place rather than having to go digging for it.

    [He holds up a small booklet.]

    Presenting Dipper and Mabel's guide to Wonderland! Your one stop guide for detailed Wonderland basics.

    [Mabel pushes her way back into frame again, gripping Dipper’s shoulders in a sort of hug-tackle so he’ll stay down.] With drawings made by me! Mabel!

    [He pushes his way up again, squeezing into the bottom of the frame and scowling.]

    And useful information compiled and summarized by me, Dipper.

    [He straightens, trying to look as professional as he can considering Mabel basically has him in a headlock.]

    We've also got a digital version for people who like having less paper. Come down to Angel Investigations and get your copy today!
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    text;

    Nov. 13th, 2017 08:35 pm
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    I. text

    Sparring partners wanted. Your choice of melee weapon. Meet by the forest, anytime this afternoon.

    ( II. action )
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    M e s s a g e 3 8

    Oct. 23rd, 2017 08:02 pm
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    [The first thing anyone sees, even before the person posting...is a little pig, in one of the tea rooms. It snuffles and sniffles and sweeps the room for signs of danger, and once it is satisfied it trots away.

    Then in a blink, Alice is standing in the middle of the room, pig cradled in her arms. And for the first time ever on the network, her face has wide blue eyes. She's a bit frantic, but otherwise unharmed.    ]

    I think I'm starting to get used to doing that on purpose... Ah, hello everyone! It's...been some time, hasn't it?

    [Even Alice can't seem to hide the fact that it's rather awkward to suddenly have eyes when she did not before. The pig squirms and she lets it down, as she's discovered it's wisest to listen to what the Duchess' pig wants.]

    I'm so sorry to interrupt everything, but I need to warn you all! Something-- something terrible is going to happen soon! I don't want to cause anyone alarm, but it may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

    [It's all distressing, and Alice crouches down to the pig's level so she can play with it's ears absently as she talks. It lets her.]

    I'm afraid I still can't explain how I know, and the details are...rather distressing. But I promise, I'd never lie to all of you! I could never!

    [She's adamant about that much at least. Even if her message isn't clear, there's more clarity in the way she speaks about it - she understands the importance of these messages now, in a way she'd forgotten for so long.]

    Please, everyone. Take care of yourselves this weekend. I think it may be all you can do.
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    sixth hunt ✯ audio

    Oct. 19th, 2017 05:51 pm
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    [There's not a whole lot of audio stimulation on the other end. Wherever he is, it's quiet, on purpose? Maybe. It could just be that he's managed to get a few seconds of peace in an environment that wasn't crowded. That's all this place ever felt like these days, crowded.]

    I dunno about the rest of you, but Halloween's just about my least favorite holiday that hits the calendars. Wonder what the Chuckleheads in management have in store, nothing stays quiet in this shithole for long.

    Better keep eyes on ammo and able bodies.

    There hasn't been any new material, not in a while. Knocking on my door without calling first is a 100% guaranteed barrel to the face.

    I'm serious.
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