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As many of you have no doubt noticed by now, we are in the midst of what, for lack of a better word, I'll call an event. Not a normal event, though. Wonderland hasn't raked through anyone's memories and put bits of our lives on display. This is the doing of individual Reals and Mirrors, and the fallout of their actions, proving once again, our greatest enemies will always be ourselves.

Leopold Fitz and Cisco Ramon, two scientists that started out with the best of intentions, as so many scientists do, have been trying to create a way out of Wonderland, though they refrained from sharing this information with the public before running their experiment last week. "I don't think anyone's been that in the dark that some of us have been working on trying to find a way home. There's no sense in getting people's hopes up over something that is almost certainly destined to fail the first few, probably hundred times," said Ramon, when questioned.


Lots more words and a picture under the cut. George uses so many words, guys. So many. )

[ooc: feel free to threadjack around and discuss with each other in the comments! Turn this into the nightmare comment section all articles deserve.]
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[The audio feed clicks on and from the noises of rummaging and throwing things going on, you'd think it was accidental, but it's not. Rocket's just... a little distracted.]

Two months?! Two years I get stuck in this hellhole, and when it finally lets me go home, all's I get is two lousy months? What the hell is that?!

[It's hard to tell if he's talking about Wonderland or something he's found in his searching.] C'mon. C'mon... Where the flark is it?

[a loud crash as Rocket upsets something, curses, and then keeps thrashing around.] I'm back, by the by. Had a real shitfuck of a day too, thanks for asking. Heard there was some weird Mirror crap going on, and I'm gonna- shit that ain't it either.

[another curse and the sound of something thunking against the wall.] I'm gonna ignore that for now, but if any Mirrors around here really wanna screw with me, it's a good way for you to see how much your freakin' Queen loves you. 'Cause I will kill you. Full stop.

[the thrashing stops and you can almost hear Rocket panting from the exertion.] Did somebody break into my room and mess with my stuff? 'Cause you're an idiot if you think I wouldn't find out. Trust me, I ain't above using my-

[a pause, a sudden intake of breath.] -nose. [the communicator is picked up and carried away, the sound of someone's tiny claws bouncing on the floor the only sound they pick up. Rocket's only holding it because he isn't sure if he's found what he needs to yet.

But he must have, because the communicator hits the floor suddenly with a thunk, and a relieved sigh can be heard.]
There it is...

[ooc: ROCKET IS BACK FROM HIS CANON UPDATE. Spoilers from GotG Vol 2 will probably live here.]
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[The feed opens with a view from the mansion roof, panning back and forth over the courtyard and gardens. Then it pans down, all the way to the ground.]

Yeesh, that's high up. It'd be cooler if it was on a cliff, though. If I was gonna have a castle, I'd put it on a cliff, so it could be all imposing and get struck by lightning and stuff. ...I mean, okay, I know this is more of a palace than a castle, but still.

[There's a pause, then a sigh.]

C'mon, Mae. You can't stall forever.

[The video turns around and reveals the face of the person recording. It's a cat girl! Only significantly less anime than some might expect. She's got blue-black fur, crazy orange eyes and a somewhat mangled right ear.]

[She smiles kind of weakly at the camera.]


Heeeey, so you've got like, FaceTime here, huh? Cool. Uh, so. I'm Mae? I don't know what I'm doing here? And I looked at some of the older posts on here, and I guess that's like...normal? Which doesn't really make me feel much better. It kind of actually makes me feel like I just woke up in an insane asylum. Mae's finally in the nuthouse! Right in the can of mixed nuts. I think I'd be a cashew. Which I guess isn't even a real nut, so.

[It's like a legume or something. Anyway.]

I read that--pamphlet thing? About dimensions and alternate realities and sci-fi horror movie crap. That's cool and all, but I think I'm just gonna treat this whole thing like a really effed up dream for awhile. Just, like, for the sake of my sanity. Okay? Okay.

...

Is there a pizza place around here at least?

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