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Sep. 11th, 2016 12:20 am
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[Almost exactly a day after Darcy's note mentioning another murder, there's another brief text. Fitz doesn't bother leaving identifiers; it'll post with his name attached, he reasons. He considers filtering it to pertinent parties only, but thinking about who he needs to contact and what their projects were makes him queasy. This is faster.]

My apologies.
I've taken on projects for many of you who needed mechanical engineering done.
Unfortunately, there's been an incident. A substantial amount of materials were lost.
Damages have not yet been calculated. But assume there will be delays on any project ETAs previously submitted.

Your patience is appreciated.

[That's all there is to the message. It's all he can handle. Replies are slow from his end, and will be exclusively in text.]


Aug. 22nd, 2016 02:12 pm
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[personal profile] grahamalytical
[ Even though he's been in Wonderland for nearly two months at this point, this is the first time Will has made a post on the network, and only about the fourth time he's used his device at all. He's not a terrifically outgoing person, and it's easy for him to assume that people are probably better off without his input in most cases.

However, the network is clearly a good way to get answers and information, and ever since his conversation with Bedelia... He's been thinking a lot about "home". Been wondering if there are any people here in similar circumstances. It's been on his mind enough that eventually, he settles on simply straight-up asking people, if only to shut the train of thought down and put an end to the curiosity. And, perhaps, put himself a bit at ease. If that's even a possibility.

The question isn't posed through video, or even audio. This is more easily handled through text. And, it...makes the whole thing slightly less awkward, which doesn't hurt. ]

Is anyone out there uncertain about whether or not you'd like to go home?

Do you feel as though Wonderland may be the lesser of two evils? That you may be better off here than where you've come from?

[ Come and discuss any doubts you have about wanting to return to your world, Wonderland. Maybe you'll make him feel better about the disaster he'll be walking back into if and when he ever goes home. ]
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[When the video turns on, it's a downward view of whoever is holding the device. Shoes on the path, dirty and scuffed, the sound of gentle breeze blowing.]

Oh, what the -- I never, what sort of phone these days doesn't have a front facing camera...

[Unless it's not a phone? She doesn't remember seeing the familiar phone icon, but she could definitely record...]

Oh, I see, there we are.

[At least it's a decent interface -- intuitive and easy to use. One flick on the screen, and the camera shows Jemma -- still a little dirty, tired, and worn down, but determined.]

I'm not sure what this device is or to whom I may be speaking, but my name is Jemma Simmons. I'm an agent of SHIELD, and was until recently on an alien planet. My team managed to retrieve me, in particular -- in particular, my... Leo Fitz. We left by the portal he entered, and I wound up here.

[She pauses, swallowing. She hopes she is showing herself to be calm, but feels like it might all be written on her face. And to someone especially perceptive, it may be.]

I'm assuming -- hoping -- that he was dropped elsewhere, and that one of you might know where he is, or he might have the same access to this... network that I have.

I suppose I'll... I'll be waiting to hear. One way or another.
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[Lucifer is sitting at the bench of a shiny black piano, his fingers gently pressing the keys in a smooth melody with talented fingers as he starts to speak. It's unclear how he's being filmed without actually holding the device himself, but I'm sure it's probably just someone holding it for him.

Or not.]

Hello again, denizens of Wonderland. I made a promise to you all, and as you can see, I'm following through on it.

[Around him is a very lavish, large, and chic room, though it's clear that the piano he's at is in the middle of the room and slightly lower than most of the couches and tables, with the bar at the far end. There's also a stage microphone set up beside him, though he's not using it at the moment.]

Say hello to Deux Lux. Anyone with the ability to have fun is welcome and expected. Sixth floor, room sixty-six. It's a bit smaller than the original, I'm afraid, but it will do for now.

[He grins.]

Feel free to help yourself behind the bar when you arrive. If I think you have some skill when it comes to pouring cocktails, perhaps I'll offer you a job. Until those positions are filled, however, I'm afraid I can't do everything all by myself. I'm the Devil, not a miracle worker.


[ooc: Feel free to answer Lucifer over the network or come hang out at the club. THIS CAN BE A PARTY POST. Feel free to tag around as much as you want! I'll have my own starter for Lucifer inside and will tag around as well. Have fun <3]
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under the cut: bruce/henry. post cut: network post. )

[Well, he’s going to be grounded for the rest of his natural life. Convenient that none of his family will fall under the curse because they’re all immune. After thinking about it, all he can do is address Wonderland en masse.]

Uh. Hi. So. You guys may have...noticed people falling asleep and some purple smoke?

[Deep breath.]

It’s called a sleeping curse. And it’s from my world. It’s not supposed to go through the air like this though. It’s like the curse from Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, if you have those in your world. Poison apple, prick of a spindle or a needle...

...The only way to wake someone up
[and BOY IS HE SORRY ABOUT THIS] is true love’s kiss. But that doesn’t have to mean a romantic person. It can be a spouse or significant other but it can also be a sibling, parent, best friend. If you love that person, it should work. Otherwise...they’re just asleep. That’s all.

[And he has no idea how to wake them up.]

I think since we are in Wonderland and it only likes things to be temporary, the whole thing will end in at most a couple days. And if not I’ll work with everyone I can here to make it better. I’m...I’m really sorry? I was just trying to show one person how magic and science work together.

[Bruce chimes in with some more practical suggestions, not ignoring Henry’s apology but not addressing it yet either.]

If you find anyone lying around in strange and random places, it might be for the best to get them somewhere safe. Either their own bedroom, or we can make use of one of the empty rooms here for everyone. It might be better to have someplace where it’s easier to keep an eye on everyone, especially if it takes any longer than a day or two for this to pass.

In the meantime, I’ll be looking into a way to fix this.
[A way that’s not a kiss, anyway.] Any scientists and magic users are more than welcome. We could use the help, I think.

[ooc: feel free to have people react to either Bruce or Henry on the network post, action tag them in the lab, and of course, use this post as gathering for all your rping needs! The lab portion with Bruce and Henry was not broadcast to the mansion. You're more than welcome to create your own posts. For more info on this plot, including the duration, see this post. blue - henry, green - bruce.]
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[ Ruth's far from a fan of showing her face on the network, but for the purposes of this particular broadcast, it's what makes most sense. Whereas some people might recognize her voice, others could just not make the connection, and she knows a face is likelier to trigger people's memories.

Doesn't mean she still doesn't feel and look awkward, though. A little too exposed for her taste. But anyway. ]

Hi. Uh... I'm Ruth Banner. I know I've been here a couple of times before. In Wonderland. I don't remember any of it, but so far I've met a few people who seem to know me, or at least know of me. So I've been wondering who here recognizes me, and those who do, what exactly do you know about me? I'd just feel a whole lot more comfortable being aware of how well people here know me.

[ Which is to say, she mostly is getting a little too paranoid about who knows or has seen the Hulk before. So best to get it out of the way by simply asking. ]

On another note: I know people are starting to get worried about a possible event following that announcement, and while I haven't experienced that many events so far, I've had it pointed out to me that sometimes they can change our minds, appearances, histories— everything, basically. So for all we know it might be happening right now and we're not even aware of it.

Not that that changes much, I know. [ She smiles weakly. ] Guess we'll have to wait and see.


[ After the late night broadcast, and still having difficulty falling asleep, Ruth decides to take advantage of the silence around the mansion and goes for a walk. The hallways and grounds are dipped in darkness, but she can be found walking down the corridors and around the gardens for a while, finally going to the kitchen and making herself a cup of tea. She's sitting on one of the stools, with her head propped on her hand, elbow on the counter, gaze unfocused as she pays little attention to her surroundings, apparently lost in her own thoughts. ]

((ooc: responses will come from [personal profile] akathisia!))
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[ If there's anything on Sam's mind about people who may or may not have disappeared from Wonderland recently, he doesn't say it. In fact, he looks and sounds like a person who is trying very hard to stay busy, to keep his mind occupied in the midst of something else. Hence: ]

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

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

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

[ There's a thoughtful pause. ]

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

[ Whether he means the abandoned animals or their vanished owners is unclear as he ends the feed. ]
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[ ooc: Darcy is blue, Fitz is red, and Jane is purple. ]

[ Darcy hadn’t really been spending a lot of time in either of the labs after this whole mess, not wanting to be around someone who was so good at getting under her skin it should’ve been an art form. But, even with everything that happened, she couldn’t stay away forever. Besides, she was helping Jane with the aether research while everyone else handed other Wonderland related things. You can’t just magnetize glitter and then ditch someone. Of course, maybe she wouldn’t have been saying that if she’d known what was going to happen.

Which is what brings her to addressing the network with a slight look of panic, even if she’s trying to maintain her cool. For those in the know, she’s not fighting with Fitz right now, so… Progress? ]

Houston, we have a problem. Slight complication in the lab, may turn into a much bigger issue depending on how this goes. [ Despite her best attempts to play nice, it’s hard to not shoot Fitz a dirty look and let her tone take a turn to the salty side. And though her sass levels are reaching critical mass, the offscreen brogue that replies doesn’t rise to the prodding. He’s softspoken and quick instead, because there is literally no time for this. ]

The area of effect seems to be a column in shape. Rooms along the fifty-two block might want to strongly consider evacuation.

Darcy, do you have a hairpin?

Yeah, for once. And just for a little clarification on that, we’re on the fourth floor. So if you’re around this area either below or above, it might not be a bad idea to listen to him. [ Considering she normally wore her hair down, it was rare for her to have much of anything on her. But, a few things had changed over the past weeks - including her wearing her glasses more often than contacts and her hair pulled back. She removes the one that had been keeping some of the shorter strands out of her face, quickly handing it over before returning her attention to the small device in her other hand. Guess who’s really trying to not draw attention to the fact that they’d agreed on something and she actually said the words listen to him. ] Something happened that set the aether off. We’re trying to keep it from damaging anything other than the lab, but it kind of has a mind of its own. [ She gives look offscreen to check to see if she actually has time to explain or if she needs to just ask people to trust her on this one with a promise for answers if they survive it. ] It turns things into dark matter. There was a convergence back home that opened up weird portals and then Dark Elves tried to plunge the universe into darkness using it and -- It’s bad news bears. [ Less ramble, more to the point. She can do this. ]

While you talk to the rest of them, could you apply pressure to this piece? I’m running out of ways to complete this circuit.

[ For much of the remaining feed, Darcy’s face is lit with a tint that alternates between blue and red. It might be best not to ask. It tends to be a good rule of thumb that if Darcy’s not questioning something, it’s either because she trusts the other person or the situation is just starting to head in that bad of a direction that there’s no time. ] Yeah, I -- [ She complies with the request before looking back to check on Jane, not expecting an interruption. ]

Darcy. [ Jane's seated, weary as evidenced by her slouch. The camera pans slightly to show her as Darcy’s full attention is turned with her name. Jane’s eyes shine unnaturally as she looks up, the still flashing red and blue lights not helping at all. ] It's happening again-- get down!

[ The camera still has Jane somewhat in view, Darcy no longer paying attention to keeping it on any one point. Red tint envelops the feed, the atmosphere around the trio cloying with the unnatural hue of the aether spreading its influence against Wonderland's magic and rippling outward through the mansion. Darcy doesn’t hesitate to grab Fitz and hit the ground, hoping whatever he’d been working on helps in keeping this from destroying a solid chunk of the mansion. Objects seem to turn at random to dark matter. The stool beneath Jane seems to dissipate into nothing, as do various pieces of equipment and assorted belongings around them. Sensors and alarms ring out through the lab, electronic panic ineffectual against the power of the infinity stone at work. And that’s when the feed cuts, suddenly and almost violently. ]

[ ooc: For those who are canon blind, here’s a handy dandy link about the aether. If you’d like your character/your character’s objects or room to be hit by a bad bout of dark matter, feel free. It’s totally up to you on how much or how little or maybe even not at all. This will be affecting floors 3, 4, and 5 for dark matter shenanigans per mod approval. Action is welcome to come to the lab afterwards. Please specify if you want a particular char response, otherwise one or all will respond. ]
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[personal profile] shrinkage
[ the video channel opens to a shaky view of kitchen appliances that seem way bigger and much closer than normal. ray’s voice rambles urgently: ]

Uh-- OK so it's my understanding that Wonderland is mostly magic but on the off chance it might be my lucky day: Do any of you have a quantum mani--

[ ray’s desperate plea for help is cut off by a louder-than-life MEOW!!! the video falls for an impossibly long time, rotating and flipping before ray himself clatters to the ground.]

Ow ... what the-- oh gosh. Nice kitty? Good ... boy?

[ the video pans upward to cat, and despite his gorgeous reddish tone, he’s enormous and looking down at the screen like it’s time to play with dinner. ray yelps; the video cuts. ]
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[ in hindsight, he'll kick himself for not making this private. but bc wonderland is wonderful and amazing (not), he simply doesn't care. ]

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[personal profile] tremoring
[A woman appears on the screen, mid-twenties, roughly 5'6'', a naturally tan-ish skin tone. She's dressed in her SHIELD uniform (since that's what she was last in at home), which may or may not make her stand out more; she doesn't know the rules here. Her accent is American -- mostly midwestern(ish) -- when she speaks: ]

This is either the coolest SHIELD base ... or the worst day ever. Not sure which. [That's muttered more to herself as she glances tentatively around her before fixing her eyes back on the screen.]

Right. Enter one confused Daisy Johnson, hi. [And there's a small wave from her.] If anyone feels like telling me where I am and-slash-or why I'm here, that would be awesome and I would appreciate it. I feel like asking if there's a way back home is going to produce zero results since I came here without knowledge or consent, but bonus points if you have one of those for me too. Or, you know, other tips for a newbie here.

[A pause of a couple of seconds before she adds something on: ] Aaaand if there's any of my SHIELD team here? Check in, please.

[With that, she ends the video.]
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Closed Action to Natasha (MCU) )

[ After he got his room picked out and his mind wrapped around the fact that he was in a pocket dimension they called Wonderland (because fighting an army of robots couldn’t be the craziest thing he ever encountered, not to mention gods and aliens, no, now he had to be kidnapped to a children’s story) he figured maybe it was time to let the others know he was here. If Natasha hadn’t already that is. And he had to do it in of course the most public way possible. Because he was sometimes a jerk like that.

A click of a button and there’s his stupid smirking face on the network.

So I haven’t seen a white rabbit yet. I gotta say I’m a little disappointed about that. What’s the point if there’s no rabbit with a pocket watch? I hear the cat is here though. What about the caterpillar on LSD?

What about an archery range? You guys have one of those? Or am I going to have to shoot targets from the roof? [ He would do it too, if he got bored.]

Speaking of…hey Stark. Feel like building me a new bow? I seem to have left the old one back home, where I was, before getting kidnapped to a freaky LSD flashback.

Yeah, uh, I heard I might have been here before. Um sorry if I don’t remember you. For those of you who don’t know, the name’s Clint.
[ With that the feed cuts out.]
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[The camera is a weird mix of red and black and blurry until the guy holding it pulls it away from his face. That... only helps so much since he's wearing a red and black mask and a red costume. Still, despite the complete lack of facial features besides his eyes, it's pretty clear he's smiling. Or maybe that's just in the little wave he gives.]

Wonderland, huh? If I'd known I would have worn a little blue dress. Where can I get whatever that caterpillar smokes, am I right? Huh, huh?

[He moves his shoulders like he's nudging someone. There is no one there to nudge.]

But seriously, hi, name's Deadpool. Some of you might know me, but most of you proooobably don't. Crossovers are super expensive and involve way too many lawyers. I get it. But lucky for you, this is probably fair use!

[He puts a hand to his chest and gives a little bow, then puts his hands behind his head, leaning back.]

So! Who's a guy got to kill to get a chimichanga around here?

[ooc: don't forget to fill out deadpool's permission post!]


Feb. 18th, 2016 09:09 am
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[personal profile] coleader
[ The young woman who addresses Wonderland today looks considerably less dirty than she had when she'd arrived. A bath and clean clothes are two things she has been without recently, and although she still distrusts the mansion's generosity, she finds decent hygiene a siren song that's hard to resist.

She's embarrassingly professional as she speaks.

I've been here a little while, but I don't think I've introduced myself officially. My name is Clarke. I'm not a doctor, but I do know a lot about healing. [ The non-magical kind, although it doesn't seem necessary to clarify. (It probably is, what with all the strange people from strange worlds here.) ] So if you need medical assistance, you can always let me know and I'll come as soon as I can.

I don't think I've met most of you, either; there's a lot of questions I don't have answers to. What is it like, where you're from? What year is it? What do you know about space?

[ After her whirlwind of questions, she takes a much needed breath. ]

Oh, and... tell me as much as you know about magic. [ It takes all she has not to say "magic" with air quotes and rolled eyes. ] From everything I know, it shouldn't be scientifically possible.

Thanks in advance.

( EDIT: you guys are super awesome and i love you all, but i'm gonna have to ask for no new repliers at this point for the sake of my inbox! if you want to do something regarding this post, such as meeting up later to discuss it, pm me or pp me at [plurk.com profile] regnant and we'll work something out ♥ )


Feb. 16th, 2016 11:50 pm
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So here's a question, I get that this place has people in charge of it, but is there someone in charge of us? The residents?

Or is it more of a fend for yourself kind of thing?

Also, more importantly, who here is a doctor?
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[ Steve's given it a few days.

There hadn't been any real reason for it. The moment that the door between his room and Bucky's had disappeared once more, he'd known it in his gut. Finding the room completely vacant had only made it concrete. He could have announced it right then and there, but he'd needed some time to compose himself, and...

Maybe a tiny part of him had hoped to be wrong, even though he knew Wonderland's pattern all too well at this point.

He doesn't have it in him to show a strong face right now, so it's only his voice that he broadcasts to the network. That, at least, he should be able to keep steady. ]

To anyone who knew Bucky Barnes — some of you may have known him as James — he's left the mansion. All of his belongings are gone, including his phone.

[ Steve has to do this, as painful as it might be. Bucky had made real friends here, he'd gotten close to other people, and they all deserve to know what happened. Everything that Steve and Bucky had grown here, it's gone now, but for a while it can live on in the memories of each person who'd considered Bucky a friend. Except that bit by bit, those people will disappear too. Steve knows how this goes by now. ]

I'm sorry you had to find out this way. [ But most people probably haven't noticed Bucky's absence yet. He hadn't been one for routine, and he hadn't let people into his room when he wasn't there. ] He would have at least wanted the chance to say goodbye. [ But now he's gone, and all of that recovery, all of those new memories, are gone with him.

Steve can tell that he's spiraling, negative thoughts feeding on each other, and so it's better to cut this off before he slips. ]
That's all. [ And with that, the recording ends.

Rather than in his room, Steve is currently at the bar, figuring that most people wouldn't think to look for him there. But it's tempting to try and get his hands on some Asgardian mead. Just like the last time he lost Bucky, he has to struggle with the fact that he can't get drunk so easily. ]
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So I'm pretty sure people have asked these before me but I couldn't find an archive of FAQ anywhere and I just want to be on the safe side:

1. can we assume all food inside the mansion is safe? I'm p sure the rule was some would make a person smaller and/or bigger and I'm really not feeling the whole different perspectives experience.

2. is anyone here somehow experienced with traveling through the multiverse aside of arriving here? if so, I'd like a word. I'm Barry Allen and I'm @ third floor.
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[ VIDEO with the Real Bruce Banner ]

[ When Bruce turns on the video, he's still out of breath, his jaw dotted with sweat and dirt and he looks almost haunted. ]

I know there's a lot going on, what with the tiny radioactive lizards running around, but you might also want to be on the lookout for a big green guy. He's pretty angry and he's out for blood.

[ And this is the first time that Bruce has really gotten to see him in person. It's a little terrifying, if he's honest. ]

Don't approach him unless you know what you're doing. He's dangerous.

[ Mirror copy or not, the Hulk is a monster that Bruce created and he's responsible for it. ]

[ ACTION with Mirror!Banner ]

[ It's Banner's second time seeing this side of Wonderland, but this time he's got fewer goals. This is more about self-preservation than any sort of agenda. At least that's how it had started out, but once he'd caught sight of his more pathetic self, he'd let the rage carry him just as he always does.

There are so many disgusting things here; a Banner that denies his own power, Avengers that could use a good smashing and, really, anything that tries to get in his way as he stomps around the grounds.

He stays outside, preferring it to the mansion and its endless colorful rooms. It's more fun to tear up trees, anyway, and there aren't mirrors everywhere.

[ OOC: Let me know who you're responding to. Mirror!Banner's journal is [personal profile] hugeproblem. ]
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[Yes, hello network! Fellow captives of Wonderland, a very intent face is greeting you a little closer than what one would call normal, but not so close that his face doesn't fit in the screen. He seems to be staring very, very sceptically at the camera, as if he isn't aware he's being filmed. Except, he's very aware he's being filmed.

More than aware, this is deliberate. And that much is obvious when he suddenly just smirks almost knowingly. The face pulls back, he lifts a single eyebrow then lets it fall back down again in a quick gesture, waves a the screen, and ends the feed without saying a word. The message would get across to anyone who knew his face, and the message was a simple one: Roll Call!

He's also fishing for attention from anyone curious enough to respond. He's confident in his ability to draw attention to himself without saying a single word.]

Private to Steve Rogers )
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[there's a clatter and a shake of the video as it's set down on a teetering column of books. then this strange young man in a ridiculous bow tie stands back and spreads his arms theatrically. as he speaks in an English accent, he waves his hands about]

Helloooooo there, Wonderland! I've a lovely message to impart to whomever happens to be presiding over this mucked up fairytale this time 'round, but I'll save that for later, FIRST!

I'm the Doctor, you may have heard of me. Time traveler, alien, wizard with any tech, I've even got my own magic wand. [he whips out his sonic screwdriver from his inside jacket pocket. it pulses with a green glow and a strange buzz before it switches off and he tucks it away.

his expression sobers seriously]
I know you've been trapped here a long while. I know you may be scared, or lost hope, or even accepted your lot in life. Made the most of a pretty prison, because that's what humanity does, makes the most of what they have, no matter how little or how strange.

But now the Doctor is In. And I'm here to help. [he flips back to speaking quickly, excited] I'll be wandering about asking only slightly invasive questions on whatever isn't covered on this LAN network of yours, if you want to drop by and speed up the process of your escape, then please! Give a shout.

[the transmission ends, allowing the Doctor to march about the manor and grounds. you can find him nearly anywhere, waving his "wand" at walls, hedges, and people, muttering to himself, talking to flowers, you know. general sane inspecting activity]


Aug. 3rd, 2015 11:37 am
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[personal profile] agentxthirteen
[ The feed focuses on a young, blonde woman sitting on her bed. She smiles briefly, a little shyly, at the camera. ] Hi. I'm Sharon, and it's come to my attention that I'm not in Kansas anymore.

[ She grimaces. ] Sorry. That was horrible. Obviously I'm not in Kansas anymore. And I don't have a dog, little or otherwise. [ Ba-dum tish. She clears her throat. ]

This isn't exactly how I pictured Wonderland. But I have to admit, I like the closet. Magic isn't really my forté, but I wouldn't have minded having one of those back home.

[ Now that she's broken the ice and paid the place a little compliment, just as her SHIELD - and later, CIA - training had taught her was a good way to get intel, she moves to opening up a conversation with a seemingly innocuous question. Ulterior motives? Fishing for information? Who, her? ]

I guess the most important question I have right now is, where's the best place to get a burger around here?


Jul. 7th, 2015 05:57 pm
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[ Bruce comes on the screen with the lab behind him. He looks like he's been working there for a while and only sort of managed to clean himself up afterwards. ]

Hi. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Dr. Bruce Banner. I have a few, uh, science inquiries I wanted to bring to the greater population of Wonderland.

First, I have a personal safety project and I would consider it a personal favor if anyone with a background in science or engineering would be willing to talk with me and maybe lend me some of their time and knowledge.

More broadly, I'm really interested in trying to understand the science behind what a lot of us recognize as magic. If anyone who has magical knowledge or abilities would be interested in helping me out, all I want to do is ask some questions and maybe take a few readings while magic is performed or functioning or whatever you want to call it. If labs make you uncomfortable, we can do it somewhere else. Otherwise, please feel free to drop by the lab in the basement. I usually leave the door open unless I'm working with something sensitive.

[ He pulls a face, tight and a little irritated. ]

And on a personal note, if you knew me before I left Wonderland and came back without any memories of it, feel free to let me know... I don't now... Nowish. I'd love to just get the rest of that out of the way. Thanks.

[ OOC: The personal project is finding a safety measure for Hulk, in case anyone would like to get involved with that. We can handwave a conversation about that if you'd prefer. Just get in touch with me. ]

Video 006

Jul. 5th, 2015 04:21 pm
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[The video clicks on to just Billy's face and he moves the camera back quickly because no one wants to see him that close up. He's sitting on a couch in a room with book shelves behind him and he smiles awkwardly at the camera.]

Err. Hi. So. I had been thinking recently, what with all the stuff this place has been throwing at us and everything, maybe it was time to have a place for the people who come from worlds with magic who can use it or even who want to learn to study or train. We have a fitness room, and a training center but no magic studies room. So uh, I made one.

[He pans the camera around the show everyone the room, before the camera comes back to his face.]

Its not much yet, but I was hoping that anyone who is interested would come and contribute what they know from their worlds. A place we can meet and teach each other or just hang out and discuss whatever. Its on the first floor next to the training center. I'll be here for a while but anyone is free to stop by whenever.

[There really wasn't much else to say so he shot the camera another grin before turning the video off.]

{OOC: video, text, voice or action welcome}

005 | video

Jul. 4th, 2015 03:13 pm
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[ The feed opens with James looking a little different than usual. His usual mess of long hair has been trimmed short and neat, combed into place in a familiar style. For once, he's even clean-shaven. He doesn't look exactly the way some people might remember. Too much has changed for that. Most obviously, the metal of his left arm is visible just below the sleeve of the t-shirt that he wears. It's a constant reminder of who and what he is now, but there's a reason he isn't covering it up.

At the moment, he's all business. He leans his weight back in the chair and scrubs a hand over his face; this being in front of a camera and talking to a crowd stuff still feels ridiculous. There are about ten different alarms going off at the back of his mind telling him that he needs to hide his location, his face, his intentions better than this. He really isn't cut out for this kind of thing. He doesn't know how Steve does it. ]

In light of the last couple of events, I've got a couple of... Requests. I'd like to trade notes with anyone who's working on an index of threats we've faced, or might face from different worlds, and how to fight them. With the closets acting up like this on top of everything else, we're playing a risky game scrambling to meet things as they come. I realize memorizing an index isn't really a viable option for most people so... I had another idea.

[ He takes a breath. He probably hasn't said this many words in a row since he got back here. ]

A few weeks ago, Captain America posted a list with descriptions of the Avengers, their abilities, and how to contact them. I'd like to do something similar. I'm not talking about a team, just something like... pooling our resources. I want to make a list of people who are willing and able to take civilians in, and protect them when things get tough. That could be combat, or it could be something like warding a panic room, or rationing supplies if the closets keep acting up. I don't know if anyone is working on the welcome pamphlets since Pepper went home, but knowing who to contact in case of, I dunno, zombies -- might be the kind of thing that's worth including.

[ He rubs the side of his neck. ] Anyway, that's about it.

While I'm here, if you're training with me and you're still injured from the last event, report in. Otherwise, training resumes tomorrow morning on your usual schedule. Those of you who might want to take the holiday to slack on your conditioning: don't. [ He's looking at you, Billy. ]

Oh, and just in case anyone missed it, it's Steve Rogers' birthday today. Every joke you're gonna make is about 97 years old, but feel free to make 'em anyway. He's used to it.
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[She doesn't want to drag this out. Not after losing Jane so soon. It had started when she went down to the training room to find Natasha, see if she was up for picking up the training where they left off. When she couldn't find her, it was followed by a text that didn't go through. Some slight panic and wandering later and... No Natasha. Her room was empty. So, she went to find Pepper since she and Bucky had made the announcement when Nat and Steve went home for a little bit. Try and check in to see if she'd seen any of the others - talk to the other person that wrangled.

Strike number two and another empty room.

She knew how this place worked, that if the stuff was gone then they were gone. It feels like it was just yesterday when Thor announced Jane leaving. Needing to take a few moments before even thinking about going back upstairs to check if everyone else was still here, she slips into a room on the 1st floor she'd claimed after Jane left. Something she kept to herself as an escape from everything and everyone - a safe place she could go to deal with everything. The room behind her when she starts the video is unrecognizable... Which is what she was going for. Something that isn't gonna remind her of everything and everyone or a little while. She has her glasses on, another rare sight, but it was hard to deal with contacts when there was crying. There's a distinct redness to her eyes and hoarseness to her voice. Enough to tip off that the switch to glasses might have happened after the initial out-pour of emotions - when it became a move of necessity rather than careful planning.]

Natasha and Pepper are gone. Their rooms are empty and - [/awkward cough. Time to keep this short and to the point.] The coffee shop's gonna be running on auto-pilot for a little while. Anything massive happens, I guess, let me know. But I need a few weeks away from... I just need a little time. I set it up so it could be pretty self-sufficient, so - yeah.

I guess if you were training with Natasha, let me know and I can try to hook you up with someone else to pick up where she left off. I know there's more than a few other people here who might be willing to jump in and help out. I... [That should be it, right? She didn't know if Pepper had any big projects happening right now, didn't want to rehash the same spiel she did when Jane left. She almost adds something else to the post, instead shaking her head and promptly ending the feed.]

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May. 11th, 2015 01:40 pm
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[ The video comes on at the tail end of a sigh and Bruce purses his lips and removes his glasses. He's spent the better part of a day exploring the grounds and avoiding the people here as he read over the pamphlet and looked for some sort of catch or contradiction or escape hatch. ]

Wonderland, huh? This little pamphlet was very, uh, informative. It was nice of you to to put it together.

[ He taps the messily refolded cardstock on his open palm, less-than-convinced. What little humor he has drains from his face. ]

Look, is this some kind of joke? Because it isn't funny. Tony?

[ The name is almost an afterthought, half-muttered as he waits for an answer that probably isn't coming. His brow furrows and he sighs again. ]

This is exactly the kind of stress I'm trying to avoid, but alright. Here I am. You've got me. Now what are you going to do with me?
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You are not my Stark phone.

[ The voice that speaks sounds extremely offended by that fact. Loki scoops the network device off the ground, struggling to keep it balanced in one hand. The shaky video feed that follows gives hint to why he is having such trouble: his left arm hangs limply at his side. In addition, his face is deeply bruised, and one of the horns has been knocked off of his headpiece.

Someone's arrival in Wonderland was almost fortunate. Loki considers the irony of a sudden kidnapping being a plus to his day as he sinks heavily into a chair, but the train of thought is lost as the action jars his ribs. Working through a deep wince, he manages to prop the device up against a stack of books and pokes at the screen with one finger.

All right, you. Let us see how you work.


Jan. 14th, 2015 06:56 pm
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[ Lana's outside today, not in her Bombshell costume, but ready and willing to make something explode. ]

So, powers are back, those gross naked giants are gone, but these "fortifications" [ Complete with finger quotes, ] are still here. D'you think the Titans are coming back, or is it cool if I start blowing shit up?

'Cause I gotta tell you, feels real good to have my powers back.

[ She smirks at the camera. ]

If I don't hear from anyone, I'm just gonna start exploding the walls, 'kay?
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[He's not sure where the snow came from. Last he'd checked, it had been a pretty fine day. They were planning a party. Couldn't have it until Runner Five and Maxine got back from London of course, and they should probably wait until everyone from New Canton returned and licked their wounds, but it was too exciting not to plan. And this time... this time there would be no mind controlled people walking out of the gates to stop them.

Probably. Sam had stopped trusting that his life would ever be simple.

Case in point, the snow he was trudging through towards a- what was that building? It was bigger than the farmhouse, bigger than any building in Abel and-

A flicker of memory, newly reignited, flared bright and he just stared at the Mansion for a long moment. He'd forgotten it, of course he had. Not even a bizarre dream. And yet here it was, larger than life in front of him.


Oh my god.

[He reached the steps at the front and went inside, the grand entrance hall just like he remembered? Had forgotten? He nearly slipped from the way he was dripping over everything, the snow melting off him. No-one around at this time of night, not here at least, no signs of how long he'd been gone. Wonderland was weird. It could have been an hour. It could have been years. Who knew?

He glanced back at the door, and then headed for the stairs. He'd find an empty room for now. He didn't want to find his and realise that it was gone.

When Sam appears on the network later, it's with a wry smile. He looks a little the worse for wear; his face is mottled with bruises which are in the fading, sickly yellow-green stage, but must have been horrendous when they'd been fresh. There's a new scar just above his left eye, through his eyebrow, where stitches have only recently been removed.

Besides the bruises, he looks exhausted but perhaps not as upset about being back in Wonderland as most people would be.]

So uh... I guess I'm back here. It's weird man. Like realising a dream is totally real.

[He sighs, shifting uncomfortably. It isn't just his face that's bruised and it hasn't all quite healed yet, even if it looked a lot worse than it was. His laugh is a bit strained. He is really, really tired.]

I don't even know how long it's been. Heh. Might be me waking up back here and no-one remembers me so... Hi? I'm Sam Yao. If anyone from Abel is still here... or anyone I met when I was here before... just, get in touch okay?

[He could use something to ground him. He's not even sure what to believe. The last few days... weeks... they've been pretty crazy and while it ended on good crazy, it was also crazy that was very difficult to believe.]


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