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Oct. 1st, 2018 12:13 am
hypoxic: } Pretentious lyrics: Juice=Juice - "It's Okay to Cry" (I remember)
[personal profile] hypoxic
[First addresses to the network usually fall into one of a few categories. They're cries for help, or angry screeds vowing revenge. They ask for a salve to ease their confusion. They promise violence. The doctor is none of those things. He's been careful with the network, taking the time to do his research about this world before addressing it. It's important to understand the angles before offering any vulnerabilities. vulnerable people die early. Weakness is not tolerated.

He's been here long enough to understand the games that must be played. He's got the mannerisms down well. He avoids making eye contact with even the device recording him, his voice halting and uncertain. His face has mostly healed over since the incident last month, but there's still a sickly yellow patch over his eye where an old bruise hasn't quite finished healing.]


Sounds like the next event's due to be a bad one, doesn't it? And yet... It's not just events that we need to worry about anymore. I wonder if perhaps we oughtn't be more open about the everyday issues we've been facing. About the... particular power imbalance between some of the residents.

Some good people are being harmed by the powered communities here. The aliens or the supernaturals, or whatever name they've decided to take. They've left normal people too afraid to speak up. Are we letting them use us, because we think they'll protect us when the events come?

After the last few weeks, they've made it clear that they won't do anything for us.

I'm tired of being afraid all the time. Aren't you?
itchtokill: (Curious glance)
[personal profile] itchtokill
[NOTE: I e n c o u r a g e you guys to talk to each other on this post. Not just to Kol. It's the kind of thing that could really spawn some good conversations so feel free to threadjack. 100% okay on my end, always, no need to ask.]



[Kol has thought on it a lot, but this seemed the simplest way to get to the masses. He felt video responses would get too convoluted and messy, so text was the easiest avenue for his purposes. Plus, it would make it a hell of a lot easier for him to keep up with his own notes of things that way, too.

He's also still coming off of trying to deal with the fact that he went through his first fully-immersive Wonderland Event, complete with what more or less amounts to a very intricate level of compulsion in his mind. Re-written memories, set to act out a part someone else decided he should play. He is not particularly fond of being on the opposite end of that little trick, and the only silver lining in was that it didn't last very long.

But he has other things brewing in the back of his mind about that, and to eventually attempt to accomplish that? He needs to know what kind of powers, magic, and other abilities may be at work, here.]


I know that this place is made up of a little bit of everyone and everything all thrown into someone's toybox for their own fun. Or, that's bloody well what it feels like, at any rate. But because it's such a mix, I find myself curious about who's out there, and what they can do.

Rumor has it, my family's sort of known in these halls, so I don't s'pose I'll be surprising anyone who knew my other siblings before they were popped back home, in owning up to being a vampire. One of the first, back where I'm from, actually.

Which brings me to my next point: Granted, I know it isn't for everyone, and not everyone does it, but there's this really strange sort of almost blanket acceptance of people here that I don't think you find in very many places. You have all these supernaturals and powered people mixing with humans and I don't even know what else. And it's just a thing, another fact of life. People can live here and be what they are, be public about it even, and it doesn't really matter. At least, that's what I've gotten out of my time here.

I imagine at least a good handful of you probably knew what I was when I got here, knew my family's story, or at least pieces of it, but as far as I know, no one's judged me. Certainly, no one's coming running at me with a stake or made threats to find ways to contain me for little more than being what I am.

You just don't have that in most places. People are so judgmental and quick to hate what they don't understand. Me, personally? I love to learn.

Which is why I'm here. No one's obligated to answer, but if you're up for the discussion, tell me. Who are you? What can you do? Not limited to folks of supernatural or powered persuasions, either. I'm interested in hearing anyone's skills.

And on a more personal note? I'm calling out to any witches who may be interested in chatting. You could say I'm a bit of a fan of magic.
middlefinger: (I'm now becoming my own)
[personal profile] middlefinger
[wynonna does not use the network often, and as she does so she's sort of making an informal wedding announcement, though she does not mean to, as her actual focus will become apparent soon.]

So. Has anyone just had the closets go completely rogue on them? Because I was looking for things to help me plan a wedding and somehow I ended up with this instead:

[she moves the camera to show off the siamese kitten she dug out of the closet along with some toys she pulled out for it after because she felt bad for it. it seemed so bored and restless.]

It's so cute I'd feel bad sending it back so I guess I am a cat-mom now? Which means this little lady needs a name. I'm pretty sure she's a lady -- I didn't see any balls on her.

[always a class act, wynonna.

but she has another thing she wants to talk about, so she adjusts the filters for the second half of the post, making it locked away from one doc holliday
]

Okay, so if anyone is still paying attention to this, I have a question: it's my fiancé's birthday in a couple of weeks and I have no idea what to get him and when I asked for anon advice about him last year it worked out okay, so maybe owning up to needing the help this time will work too. Just what do you get for someone who is turning 167 anyway?

Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
itchtokill: (You've got to be kidding)
[personal profile] itchtokill
[He awoke on the checkerboard hills. He found the cell phone-like device. He saw the hedge maze and the gardens and then he couldn't wait to come across another person, he takes to the communicator, impatience and confusion driving him on equal measure.]

Oi, the hell is this? Bloody well not how I pictured The Other Side to look. Though the mansion is a nice touch for an AfterLife, I'll admit.

[ooc: feel free to mass hi-jack any conversation on this post, on my end, y'all!]
alsoagirl: "Tim McGraw" (Okay so what ha' happened was)
[personal profile] alsoagirl
[ When the feed starts up, Jessica's sitting there with her lips pursed like she's sucking on a lemon drop. She had a willing person. She'd done this before. Badly one of those times, but--well, whatever! She had a plan this time so potential death wouldn't happen again.

She clears her throat. She'd had plenty of time to rehearse this and get used to being able to send videos instantly--Youtube was still a baby in her time, okay--so here goes! ]


Hey, Mah-nato? Mee-nato? God, I hope I'm sayin' your name right. Uh, anyway. I know you been through some crazy shit, but I'm 'bout ready for some blood, if you don't mind.

[ She breathes out. He was so nice, so she was sure it'd be okay to ask, even if the timing was shit. But with all that fuckery on Monday, she felt like she needed it. ]

Lemme know when's good for you? 'Kay, bye.

[ After a few seconds of awkward silence, she makes a soft "oh!" sound before she remembers to shut the feed off. Well, that was easier than she thought it'd be!

Too bad she didn't realize her private message was far from private. Maaaaybe she should've played around with her device more. ]
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[personal profile] morethan084
[After her pretty intense conversation with Fitz last week, Daisy has only grown more concerned for his well being. So when he ends up disappearing again, this time without any warning, she really panics. So it's not long until she comes onto the network hoping that someone might have seen him.]

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

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

If anyone knows anything please contact me or Jemma. For anyone who doesn't know him, this is what he looks like.
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[personal profile] captain_america
[ The camera turns on to show piercing blue eyes, blonde hair and a serious face, he may be familiar to some people, he may not be. He’s not concerned with that. He’s all business right now. He does make it a point to show enough of the grounds for people to know where to find him, the edge of the gardens, the lake at his back.]

This is Steve Rogers.

[ He talked to Tony, he got the run down, he’s also done his own research, he’s read the pamphlet, he’s played with the device enough to gather what information he needs- and Natasha should be proud of his information gathering skills. He scopes out the mansion and the grounds and this seems like the easiest way to announce himself- considering who he saw was here. Considering it might not be polite to go track someone down if they think he’s dead- or well, dead in their time. ]

I got here yesterday, I read the pamphlets. Is there anything else I should be aware of that wasn’t covered in those? Any information would be appreciated.

[ With a nod he turns off the device and waits. Who he needs will come to him and anything else he can glean from this place is good. ]
alltheways: (All the ways belong to me)
[personal profile] alltheways
[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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[personal profile] revokes
[ this video is going to start in a disorienting way. the device is moving and rather rapidly, at that. ]

so three things.

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

firstly, these guys -

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

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

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

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

[ oh and - ]

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

[ he's still moving as he talks ]

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

[ and then to add insult to injury, you might catch a quick glimpse of the kitchen and the stuff on the counter before he logs off. ]
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[personal profile] mulletrock
This probably ain't the first time Queenie's had her knickers in a knot.

In my experience, war isn't some pass-the-time stunt that fades to black in a few weeks. I know a lot of you are rattled, and I mean - war's not pretty, so I get that, but instead of panicking we should be focusing on what we can actually do.

[There's plenty of people that know how to fight, how to survive, and a lot of brainy tactical types. That's what they need to pool together to make sure there's not a huge body count here.]

Who do we have with actual battle experience?
Which parts of the mansion are the sturdiest?
Weapons, munitions, and the super-powered hotheads.
We might not be able to stop this but we can at least keep some bodies from dropping.

Magic types can screw with whatever warding hoodoo they have, we can make this work.
We might be able to hold a defense.

I dunno if you guys have met your mirrors, but mine sure as shit isn't worth losing my grip for.

If any of you actually want to do something, you know where to find me.
mucked: (☂ fighting the jury in my head)
[personal profile] mucked
No decent person wants a war. However, after the carnival's not-so-Grand Finale, we may not have much of a say in the matter. I propose a spot of basic training. It won't be the first boot camp I've supervised.

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

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

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

[ and then she waits, leaving the feed open and steeling herself for inevitable conversation. sharp-eyed observers might realize this is the first time peggy carter has addressed the network publicly since her arrival. and back then, ten months ago, it had been via text only. it seems the threat of a war on the horizon has turned her uncommonly chatty. ]
middlefinger: (now it's up to you)
[personal profile] middlefinger
[the video feed opens to Wynonna sitting behind the bar, pouring herself a glass of whiskey before she speaks.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[and with that she tosses back the whiskey and then the feed shuts off.]
revokes: (pic#11772798)
[personal profile] revokes
[ 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? ]
henrydaniel: (✍ 46)
[personal profile] henrydaniel
[ Henry’s been here about ten minutes and he really needs to get out, now. Because he’s either losing his mind, or he fell and hit his head, or he’s dead, or something. He would almost swear he’s been here before except he knows he hasn’t. He does know he was going to write about a version of Wonderland in his book but never got there, so is he somehow living that discarded draft? All he can think to do is actually confront the residents via video message. ]

Okay, so, hello. Just to get the basics out of the way, I’m Henry Mills and I guess I’m new here. Whatever else people want to know, sure, ask away, but I do have a question.

How the hell did I get here? I mean is there a running theory, is this a fever dream we’re all sharing, something in the water? I was having a beer and then I was in this place so any answers would be really appreciated at this point.

Also: did you believe in magic before coming here because this closet situation is seriously freaking me out.

[ What is happening and how is it possible? ]

Anyway, just thought I’d introduce myself. Sorry if I wasted anyone’s time.
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[personal profile] nodogsonthemoon
[Magnus turns on his device and before he shows himself he pans over a table (one that looks very well carved though not entirely finished yet) that is covered by many carved wooden ducks. As it pans across the room to show off the ducks, all of his carpentry tools can be seen scattered about and the room is absolutely covered in sawdust.]

[He turns the camera back toward himself, looking like he hasn't gotten a lot of sleep over the last few days since the event has ended. Though you know what he's gotten a lot of?]

[Duck carving.]

So I may have started stress carving once I got access back to my tools. Anyone want a wood duck? They're kinda my specialty.

Also, if anyone else noticed a broken table in the library from this weekend, I'm working on replacing it with a new one since I may have broken one of them during the event. Though the one I'm making is gonna be a lot sturdier than the last, so really I did everyone a favor by breaking that table.

[Because that's the important part to focus on. Not the fact that he broke it in the first place and certainly not why he broke the table...]

Anyway, I'm on the third floor if anyone is interested.

Video

Oct. 24th, 2017 11:54 am
morethan084: (unconvinced)
[personal profile] morethan084
I keep meaning to do this, but, then something else turns up and I forget about it.

[Good way to start the video.]

I've been here for almost a year now. Or longer, depending on when/if we've met.

[That's not the point she's trying to make here.]

Anyway. I've seen how unprepared some people are, which is fair, considering how a lot of these events catch us off guard. Still, if anyone wants to learn some basic defensive fighting techniques, or, how to handle a gun, I'm willing to teach you.

Not that it always does a lot of good here, but, better than just sitting on my ass waiting for the next event to happen.
curiousher: (That look on her face)
[personal profile] curiousher
[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.
mulletrock: (norm: torch)
[personal profile] mulletrock
[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.

Video

Sep. 16th, 2017 10:14 pm
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[personal profile] morethan084
Apparently I'm not the only one who randomly got something today. As pretty as this is, it's not my style. Is anyone missing this?

[Daisy held up a blue pendant in front of the camera.]

Looks like it was hand made, not sure if the camera is really picking that up.

Also it looks like at least one other person received the note I did with mine. So my guess is someone, or something, is messing with other peoples belongings. Nothing of mine seems to be missing.
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[personal profile] krmvgivv
[Dipper's sitting in his room, holding a red-wrapped piece of paper and looking very seriously at the camera.]

So, I just received a very interesting package–Mabel and I both did–I mean, we each received a different package, and… [He holds his up, then holds the note up to the camera.

It reads: In the search for something lost, do what you know you must. -RQ]


So clearly they're important, and I thought it'd be best if we open them nice and slowly and everyone can have a chance to see and weigh in, cause this is definitely a puzzle, and–

[–and Mabel shoves her way into frame violently, pushing Dipper aside and slamming a jar in front of the camera. The jar contains (1) blue eye that darts around in confusion at being jostled so savagely!! For a hot moment, Mabel does not care about that. She’s too busy looking a bit frantic.]

THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. This is the moment I’ve been training for since I first met Alice. [She balls a tiny hand into a fist.] I have one of her eyes, man. But that’s one more eye than I had before!

[She’s… definitely going at this with all the passion of a drill sergeant.] So my question is… Who’s got the other one? [SUSPICIOUS SQUINT. YOU BETTER NOT BE HIDING IT FROM HER. SHE WILL FIND YOU.

Dipper looks annoyed at the intrusion until he sees just what it is she has, at which point he looks shocked and amazed, one hand going to his head.]


Mabel, that's amazing! Oh my gosh, we have to find the other eyeball and figure out where the heck she hangs out when she's not announcing events… I'm going to get a clipboard!

[Whoops dashing offscreen now. There's a thump. Followed by an "I'm okay!" then another thump.

Mabel watches all of this with increasingly more pained flinches at Dipper tripping over everything, all while hugging the jar close to her chest.]
Um… We’ll be right back, guys.

[She flicks the camera off.]

video

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I think… I think that’s everything. Any questions, feel free to hit us up. Otherwise, we’re both on the 7th floor. I’m in room 27 and Steve’s across the hall in case you need anything. I’ll also probably be wandering around the mansion trying to mark anomalies with this-- [ She pulls a small device off of the table, one she’d kept in a drawer in case Jane ever needed it again, and holds it up. ] --assuming it’s cooperating today. Just be on the lookout for big colored duct tape markings on floors and walls. Oh! Also, if someone has one of my Chucks from this morning, I’d super like that back. [ And with that, she cuts the feed. ]
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[ She knew as soon as the cryptic message went up what this was going to be. And it's really something to finally be up, after two and a half years, to know this one's yours and it won't be anything good. Michonne's stockpiled more than usual - cases of bottled water, a shit ton of non-perishable food, and guns, ammo. She doesn't know what to expect; maybe it'll all disappear overnight, but she has to try.

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

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


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

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

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

[ And uh, one other thing: ]

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

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

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

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

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

You know how to reach me, if you need me.
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So, um.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now I'm curious, wonderin' what sorta things you guys find yourself forgettin' now that you're here. Your lists look like mine? Or is it totally diff'rent? And what're we all missin' that oughta be on everyone's lists?

i » voice.

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

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

You wouldn't happen to know if things you were... say, tethered to in your previous, less than wonderful life are still that way in this one, would you? I'm also interested in hearing what one does in Wonderland, other than wait for one of these so-called "events" to crop up, of course. A man of my specific skillset could get awful bored mighty fast without something worthwhile to entertain him.
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[The camera opens close on Kon's face, though there's something odd about the light. It's mottled and colorful, like he's standing in front of stained glass windows or something. And he's grinning. That is not a grin you want to trust.]

Hey people! Thought it might be time to tell you about a certain superpower that no one except me has.

[Because he loves talking about it, and because it'll get anyone who knows him to zone out now. Convenient.]

See, I'm Superman's clone, and for the most part I've got the same powers... Strength, flight, durability... but there's one power that's entirely my own.

I call it tactile telekinesis. It's kinda like, a forcefield? Only I can manipulate it. It's great for taking things apart cause I can wedge it into all the cracks of something and then boom. [He holds up a hand and spreads his fingers.] But it's also great for keeping things together.

[He pans the camera up, revealing a mass of water balloons that should not all be staying up, since he's only touching one or two. But there it is, a huge mass of water balloons, held together as easily as if they were actually attached to each other.]

...you know. Until I don't need to anymore. Hi, Tim.

[He lowers the camera, just enough to give a glimpse of Tim Drake's face before he drops all of the water balloons on Tim's head. Then he turns the camera back on his own face as he flies away, cackling madly.]

Anyway, if anyone needs me, I'll be way, way over the roof. Later!
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[ HELLO WONDERLAND it's your favorite grumpy murder grandpa. What's up.

Joel had been truly shaken when he'd found Ellie alone in the woods, hiding away from the world and with a broken arm she'd been too scared to even go and get treated properly. When she'd finally told him an abbreviated version of what had happened, he'd gone from feeling shaken to feeling sick.

He'd done his own research first, to no avail. At a loss and unable to make further progress on his own, he's finally caved to his last resort - asking the other residents for help. ]


How d'ya kill your mirror.

[ And don't tell him it's not possible. ]
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the last thing she remembers is an argument with chief thompson... )
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[ later, after she's been briefed and has (mercifully) located her own damned room: ]

Good evening -- I understand the mansion is undergoing a spot of upheaval at the moment, so I'll be brief. Can someone lend me some steady hands and a bit of medical experience? Actually, simple first aid will more than suffice.

It's not an emergency. Rather, I've got some bandages that need changing. Nothing too fussy: abdomen, off-centre, and on a wound that was a clean through-and-through. Unfortunately, those bandages are a challenge to change alone. Believe you me, it's hardly my ideal way to make anyone's acquaintance.

That said,
[ down to brass tacks, ] I'd love to know what's the cause behind the current havoc. My arrival -- quite unwilling, although I'm told that's the way of this place -- seems to also be spectacularly ill-timed. What on earth is happening?

[ even through text, the words are brusque an just a twinge demanding. ]
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We're already in some magical land that makes our dreams come true - mostly the bad ones - so let's think about the impossible some more.

[Leonard may be calling it "impossible" mostly to heckle one specific Brit, given he's travelled through time himself, but maybe it will also flush out other time travellers. May be interesting.]

If you could travel to any point in history, where and when would you go, and why?

Also, if you could travel to any point in your own personal history, your lifetime... Same questions.

Would you try to change anything?


[He has experience with trying and the resulting failure too.]
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So, while everyone's recovering from last month's bullshit here's an idea:
It's my brother's birthday: Sam Winchester. Maybe you've heard of him.
Looks like Sasquatch, dresses like Mr. Rogers.

He likes clowns, greasy food, and lingerie wrestling.

Anyone else looking to pitch in, you can leave open bottles of alcohol, barrettes, and scrunchies outside his room door for the next 24 hours. Whoever can get the most parked by the door jamb without him catching them, gets a favor, winner's choice. Proof or it didn't happen.

He's also a big fan of taxidermy and stetsons.

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