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(Howard feels like he’s falling. Deeper and deeper, through time and space with nothing to clutch to no matter how hard he tries to hold on. He falls past events of his life, from his mother kissing him before he was sent to his first year of sponsored boarding school, past shaking his father’s hand after he graduated from MIT. He falls past the discovery of vibranium, past its presentation and past the assassination attempt. He falls past the faces of his friends, of Peggy Carter, of Steve Rogers, of Edwin Jarvis. He reaches for them, begging for them to grab hold of him, to catch him, to save him, but they all just watch on impassively. When he opens his mouth, no words come out, not a single sound slipping past. He’s just falling, and falling, into darkness with no sense of the depth. So he stops trying to claw for help. He closes his eyes, and suddenly he’s filled with a sense of peace. Of relaxation. If this is death, perhaps it’s just better to accept than fight. It may just be easier.

Howard awakes with a gasp, though instead of his lungs filling with air, they fill with water. He looks above himself to light, arms fighting towards it now, but instead of like in his dream, he makes progress. His fingers burst through the surface first, and then his whole body, and he’s choking, coughing, gasping to replenish his lungs with air instead of the water. He looks around, and sees that he’s alone, in a grand hall. He’s in the clothes he remembers falling asleep in, and he swims towards the edge, heavily pulling himself from the water.

The last thing he remembers from the night before is falling asleep on a small bed in his childhood home. It was where he had left after Peggy had told him to leave, and for once he had respected her desires. She had been furious with him, and because of that, he was furious with himself. She was his closest friend, his confidant, and someone to whom he had a deep amount of respect, but he had spoiled that, now. Ruined it , and for what? Maybe they wouldn’t even have found the vial of blood, and he could have just gotten it back when his name was cleared.

If his name was cleared, he supposed he could say now. That might not be likely after all, he would understand if she just stopped the work she had been doing. He had tricked her, after all, even if he had meant that he felt she deserved more than what the SSR was giving her. Maybe he had gone around it the wrong way, but then again, it seemed he did that often. He had a tendency to try to do the right thing, only to have it go terribly, terribly wrong. Adding ruining one of his closest friendships was just another notch on his bedpost.

Right now, though, he wasn’t thinking about that. He was shivering, and alone, and he needed to find out where this was. It didn’t seem like the kind of place he would be brought if they had come into grab him during the night, nor could he see them attempting to drown him. He made his to the door, expecting to find it locked, but instead it opened with ease. His frown deepened then as he stepped out, and called:)


Hello? Is anyone out there?

(of course, he doesn't notice that he's being recorded by a monitor hanging from the wall.)
potatoesandmolasses: (eat your fucking potatoes)
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[Hey look, it's everyone's favorite walking talking cinnamon bun. His frog is sitting on his head.]

Guys, it's Valentine's Day! Even though the calendars are all weird and it's supposed to be like, I think, closer to Christmas maybe, I definitely didn't forget! Look, I made my Valentine's box already, so it's good to go!

[He holds up a shoebox with a hole cut into the top, just like the kind you make in elementary school. He's decorated it with red and pink construction paper, heart stickers and copious amounts of glitter. Listen, Valentine's Day is super important at this age, even if girls still have cooties. The amount of valentines you got in your box could determine your entire future.]

Hey, I've got a zillion valentines for everyone! And they're the good ones. They've got Spidermans and Batmans and stuff on 'em and also chocolates! The good stuff! So, if you guys but your valentines boxes out by your doors or somewhere, I can drop these all off. Even I can't eat all this chocolate, but I could totally try, but it would probably be bad for everyone. And I don't wanna eat 'em all! It's Valentine's Day, and that means giving out valentines and chocolates to everyone you care about. And I care about everyone here!

If any of you need help making a box, don't worry! I'm pretty much a valentine's box champion.
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arrivals are such disorienting things )
[After spending an hour in a room so comfortable it actually set her on edge, Peggy Carter finally decided to test the network after covering the only mirror in the room with her jacket. She'd managed to read up a little on where she was, but there were still many answers she lacked. The little device could only look back so far and that left her in the dark about too much. She knew this was some alternate world - as insane as that sounded - and that it was called Wonderland. She had no idea that the American company had adapted Carroll's works, but alright, that was apparently a thing? She also didn't know who Michael Phelps was, but she assumed he was famous in one world or another. Recently, there had apparently been two "events," a bunch of cartoonish puppets were talking like real people, someone had died, someone else ate people, and Peggy kept her gun squarely in her lap. She didn't delve far, but she read enough. A young girl had shown a puppet show and Peggy was fairly certain she was either drugged or in an insane asylum.

Whatever the truth turned out to be, for now she needed allies, people who could help fill in the blanks. It was time to see who here was of the "helpful" variety. As it seemed others were also in her position, and many were panicking, she chose a different approach. Panicking seemed to be normal, but in asylums, no one spoke to the unstable ones. Her tone was sardonic as she addressed the network.
]

This will be the second time within a few weeks I've found myself homeless. It seems I'm making a rather disappointing habit of it despite my better intentions.

Now, do we simply choose any of the open rooms here, or is there somewhere I report for an assignment?

[She paused for a moment, looking at the irritating little pamphlet.]

And one more thing, by your reckoning, what year is it?
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This is a mess... Armin seems like he's doing better now, but...

[Not looking directly at the camera just yet, Eren takes a moment to finish up re-bandaging what's left of Armin's leg before turning to greet his audience. So as not to upset anyone with the sight of the gruesome wound (they've seen enough blood already over that last few weeks) he's careful to keep most of it out of view. Still, one can still catch a glimpse of Armin in the corner of the screen, fast asleep in a rather large, compfy-looking four poster bed. A sharp eye might be inclined to recognize it and the rest of the room as Integra's.]

To the people who helped out the other day- I think your names were Carlos and James? ...Thank you. I really owe you one. I mean it. If you ever need help with anything, just tell me and I'll be there.

[There's a lot more Eren could say on the matter, but in the end, he decides to leave it at that. He knows if he says much more, he'll end up getting too emotional.

After taking a deep breath, he forces himself to move on to the next order of business:]


So... Healing "magic." Is it true that there are people here who can do that? Can someone help my friend?



((ooc: Replies might be coming from Armin, as well. Souji is lined up to answer Eren's request, but all comments are more than welcome!))

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Jan. 16th, 2015 11:22 am
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[Billy knew she was gone before he even checked her room. When Kate didn't show up for their daily coffee date and no locator spell could find her he knew. He went straight to her room anyway, needing to see proof for himself. It was empty save for her bow which was sitting in the middle of the floor. Wonderland's way of giving him something of her's, or taunting him. He couldn't decide which.

He pulled out his phone and flipped it on pulling up a video feed. His face appears, sad, and more drawn than it normally is. It's been a long few weeks.]


Kate Bishop has gone home. So for anyone who knew her...yeah. She's gone back to California.

[He opens his mouth to say something else but thinks better if it. Sighing he ends the video. That's all anyone really needs to know. He picks up the bow and heads back to his room. First Tommy, now Kate. He really hopes Teddy isn't next.]

[video]

Jan. 15th, 2015 07:25 pm
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People would tell me how much they hated this place.  Why they thought it was awful.

I used to think that it wasn't so bad, really.

[Hazel's expression is stone-faced and her tone calm, but there was a noticeable tightness to her shoulders.  She was sitting on her bed with a borderline defeated aura, closet door behind her partially open and a...bow in hand.]

[Those who had known him may or may not recognize it as Frank's bow.]

[Her fingers gripped it so tightly, it was a wonder the wood hadn't broken in half yet.]


Now?  I finally get it.
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[ What's that you may see there? Why, a bored-looking mutant! The communicator is perched on a nightstand and aimed at just the right angle to catch Mystique sitting on her bed in her full lizardy glory. She's not happy, if you must know.

Sure, she's no stranger to waking up in strange places, but after poking around on the network and getting the basic gist of things (i.e., she's screwed), she resigned herself to her fate and went to pick a room. But instead of quiet brooding, her device decided it was time for some amateur video action. How nice!

(She'll hate herself later. She likes to think she's the paragon of knowing technology. It's not supposed to get the best of her.)

So there she sits, observing her hand blandly. For a brief moment, nothing happens. Then a ripple spreads across her skin and it's a human hand. Then it's blue again. Next her arm is human. Blue again. Eventually, she's fully her human doppelganger. It's faint, but there's a small sigh of relief.

What's prison life if you can't do what you're best at?

Mystique lazily switches back to blue normalcy and gazes out of her window. Trapped, hmm? And in a mansion, of all places. She doesn't like trapped, seeing as she's yet to meet a trap she can't get out of. But! Sometimes there's nothing to do but accept the existence of people craftier than her. ]


Hmph. Touché.
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[ It’s not every day that the people of Wonderland get good news, and boy has Dean gotten some— at least according to his brother. It’s why when the feed clicks on, the view is of both brothers leaving the Mansion, their destination becoming clear within the next few seconds. Parked just outside sits a car, black surface shining and spotless and perfect.

And Dean? Dean looks beyond excited, breaking away from his brother with a few quick steps as he approaches the newly arrived vehicle. Like a kid in a candy store, he huffs a laugh as he approaches it, hand reaching out to touch the Impala the moment he’s close enough, an undeniable gasp leaving him as he does. ]


Baby


[ Anything and anyone else seems to be forgotten after that, Dean’s focus entirely on the car. He all but embraces it, whispering —Sorry I left you, I’m back now, you’re so beautiful, I’ll never let anyone hurt or touch you again — things to what’s arguably a third Winchester by every standard except blood.

The reason it's all being recorded in the first place is due to Sam who, though the network can't see his face, has the whole scene playing out via his camera. The younger Winchester, who'd spotted the car earlier, just scoffs in honest disbelief. ]


Told you. I wouldn't've believed it, but... yeah. Guess she left it behind.


[ "For us" goes unspoken after the exceptionally awkward story that she'd elected to share with everyone. It's a backwards kind of bittersweet now that she'd gone, gifting them their literal mobile home. ]

Just wanted you to see it. I'll give you two a room.


[ With a little laugh, he turns away as if to head back inside. However, the video from the device switches to another recorded feed, one from a camera that Sam had stuck within the car before bringing his brother out. Apparently edited for content, a song queues up in the background to overlay the scene.

And what a scene it is. Anyone who actually decides it’s a good idea to keep watching will be subjected to more of, well, what’s already been going on. Dean’s all but kissing the car, rounding around the back until he’s at the driver’s side, then slipping in to sit behind the wheel. Hands feel down the steering wheel, then the side compartment — his cassettes, yes — and every inch of the car. All with Dean looking as if he’s been reunited with a long lost friend, words of affection still whispered to the car in a hushed tone.

Shh, this is a private moment. ]


( ooc; replies will come from both dean and sam )

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Jan. 6th, 2015 09:10 am
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[personal profile] onthefitz
[Private to Phil, Skye, and Jemma]
I..ah...

[Long time no talk, guys.]

Sorry. For just...you know.

Going quiet.

[Everything that had been going on had been a whirlwind for Fitz and it had taken him some time to deal with all of it. Plus, he wouldn't have been all that valuable in a fight anyway.

The whole little kid thing and all and then his general..uselessness that he constantly felt.]


I hope you all are okay.

[Open to all | Still Audio]

...I hope everyone came out on the other side of that whole mess alright. I...I wish...

[There's a pause and when he does speak again, the engineer sounds sad and frustrated with himself.]

I'm sorry I didn't do much of anything to help.

[video]

Jan. 2nd, 2015 09:48 pm
tryit: ([happy] so innocent)
[personal profile] tryit
[Filtered from Billy.]

So, happy new year and all that aside, the holidays weren't exactly all that pleasant for everyone involved. But I say better late than never, right?

[Kate raises her eyebrows and grins earnestly. Her eyes then dart downward for a second to double check the filtering levels set. What good is a belated holiday gift if the recipient knows about it?]

Now that things have returned to normal - or whatever most closely passes for normal around here - I think we should continue the trend of ringing in the New Year's with some epic parties. Like a Hannukah party. Because who doesn't like gambling and a little bit of fire?

Seriously though, guys. We got a semi-decent Christmas day... eve, anyway. But the Jabberwocky ate Billy on the first night of Hannukah and he never got his celebration. I can't think of a better gift to get him for the holidays.

Is there anyone Jewish here - that isn't Billy and won't mention this to him on pain of some kind of horrible payback - that can help with that planning? Mrs. Kaplan usually invited us all over the past few years, but it's been a while. And getting Billy involved defeats the purpose of all of this.

I know there's latkes, menorahs, and dreidels but what else? I want this to be a celebration he won't forget.

[She frowns. It's a new year even though it hasn't really been a full year of her life. Still, it's safe enough to say that it's been a long one filled with enough trouble and heartache for all of the Young Avengers, Billy especially. Arriving here hasn't made anything easier.

Some more celebration, some more good memories over the bad sounds almost seems like a necessity.]


So, I'm thinking sometime soon. Everyone's invited so long as you promise to leave any consideration of weapons or insanity in your room.

Anyone have a preference?
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[The video clicks on, and one can see a familiar face to some, not so familiar to others, but she looks well, if a bit disgruntled, and mayhaps a bit confused.]

So, hi, I think I got sent back home? Anyways, I lost days, and I'm thinking it was a week or three. Um, I have so many questions to ask, but that'll be later, I think. Thor, Darcy, I hope neither one of you got sent back home? Because I hope it was just me and not a hole between dimensions, because if that's true, that could explain a few things, and I doubt it's time for the Convergence again. My last experience left much to be desired. Being host to an Infinity Stone is not something I want to repeat.
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[personal profile] airforceful
[Carol’s in her costume, though she’s not wearing a mask. Her expression is grave. She’s experienced a lot of weird things in her life. She would have been perfectly happy to never add kidnapped to a fairytale world to that list, but here she is.]

Calling all Guardians of the Galaxy. Or better yet, Avengers. Really, I’d take even Deadpool right now. Can anyone hear me?

[It’s worth checking. She’s not sure if she’s hoping for friends to be caught in here with her or not. Back up’s good, but she’s been here five minutes and already she knows she wouldn’t wish this place on anyone she likes.

But that’s not the only reason for her call. There are other people here, she knows, and this is a public channel. That means some people will have information she might need. Some other people might just want to know there’s a superhero in town. Possibly another superhero. Either way, she’s going to make her presence known.

She smiles, keeping most of the tightness out of the expression. She’s stuck for now. Might as well try and look reassuring about it.]


For the rest of you, hi. I’m Captain Marvel, from Earth. If anyone has any information on this place, I’d love to hear it. That goes double for anyone who has a way to contact Earth. I’ve got some friends who can help.

[At least, she hopes they can. If this place is stronger than the combined might of the Avengers, they’re really in trouble.]
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[personal profile] hyperkinesia
Cut for introspection. )

This is a message to those of you that were stuck on the mirror side for this past week and a half. If you saw a big green monster wrecking up the place, that was me. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'm sorry if I put you in danger. I'm not sure if I seriously injured anyone, I can't remember everything that happened while I was like that.

[ Yes, he's aware of the irony in that. ]

I have him under control, usually. I don't change unless I want to. [ Mostly anyway, but no point in scaring anyone. ] But the Jabberwocky changed things. I couldn't control myself because I couldn't remember how to do it.

So, I'm sorry. You don't need to be worried about him, not anymore.

I hope everyone's alright.



(( ooc; all replies will be in either anon, private or both. and if your character was on the mirror side, feel free to assume they saw the Hulk at some point! ))
nascensibility: because this feels awesome (revenge is so underrated)
[personal profile] nascensibility
Hello, everyone.

[A hastily-written It's back, be a dear and see if you can't locate the Vorpal Sword was the only thing scrawled across Evelyn's mirror this morning in bright-red lipstick from the opposite side, which had her justifiably concerned. Even with that in mind, Evelyn appears to the casual observer perfectly composed, a limited frame of the parlor behind her and a Super-Soldier on her left.]

As we're sure many of you are aware, there's something- [A rumpus. A manxome rumpus.] -going on through the looking glass.

[Steve is similarly composed, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he regards the broadcasting device. His Mirror had also left him a message, an even briefer it’s here, be ready, and upon conferring with Evelyn, they decided it was best to get everyone on the same page.]

I’m pretty sure we all knew that the Jabberwocky wouldn’t stay in our dreams. And I think it’s a safe bet that it won’t stay on the mirrorside for very long either.

What we are proposing is ample preparation, at worst, [she suggests carefully, wary of the sort of panic that can spawn from bad news.] As we have been gifted with a warning it would be unwise not to take advantage, and while many of us have combat experience, rushing head-on into altercations with the denizens of Wonderland’s bestiary is ill-advised.

[Which isn’t to say that a certain Captain won’t do just that, but at the moment he’s putting his best foot forward.] First of all, anyone who isn’t combat-trained for something at this level- [-which they should all be able to judge for themselves, given that they got a good look at what’s in store for them in that dream-] -should make sure they find shelter. We should barricade as many areas as we can, and Evelyn, I know you had another idea for that too… [Steve’s gaze leaves the recorder for a moment to eye her.]

In the event of emergency- [she picks up right where he's left off, tone firm,] -should our side be breached, heroics should not be endorsed. Exercise discretion. The Jabberwock cannot be killed by anything but the Vorpal Sword, and as a precautionary measure we'll be stocking the main caves beyond the cellar for evacuation purposes.

[Evelyn is not so naive to think that Steve won't be lunging through a mirror to take a stab at the creature anyway, but some people still need the reminder.

And speaking of mirrors, the one hanging on the wall behind them, formerly a glossy clean slate, is now spattered with red.

Neither of them seem to notice.
]

The clinic should also be stocked and prepared to service anyone who does get on the Jabberwocky’s bad side. I’m not sure who’s in charge there now, but it’d help to know that our lives are in the hands of some capable doctors.

[They may not have the Vorpal Sword (and who knows what the Queen of Hearts has done with it, but so much for thinking she might be on their side with this), but plenty of people are going to want to fight anyway. Steve can speak from experience there.]

Those of you who do plan to fight, you may as will suit up and arm yourselves now. If we’re going to fight it off, we should attack it in groups. We’ll have a way better chance of slowing it down if we work together. [There’s no place for anyone’s ego here, not now that they’re at the eleventh hour.]

...Which is easier said than done, mind, but blinding it first wouldn’t hurt our chances, [she points out, not at all keen on the idea of attacking the damnable thing but knowing the inevitability.]

Anyone who can handle ranged weapons and has fair aim on moving targets would be appreciated assets. Steve will be organizing some groups, I’m leaving that to him, but assistance with supplies and munitions collection wouldn’t go amiss.

[Should things get exceptionally bad - as in, ‘closets stop working’ bad - it’s best to stock up while they can.]

I know that the odds are against us, here, but let’s not forget that there’s only one of it and a whole lot of us. If we coordinate on this, we stand a chance. [Steve has to believe that. They’re not going to survive this if they go into it assuming that they’re already dead.] If anyone wants to volunteer to contribute to the cause, we’ll need all the help we can get. You can contact either one of us.

[There’s a small look exchanged, as if they’re quietly making sure they’ve covered everything. They nod to each other and then Steve reaches forward to cut the feed.]


[ OOC: Russet is Evelyn and blue is Steve! They will be responding together to each reply. Posting order A -> B -> C. ]

[video]

Nov. 20th, 2014 07:53 am
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[personal profile] keeperfromtheflame
 [Hazel's hands are partially shaking as the camera turns on.  Not even when she first came to Wonderland...not even when she second came to Wonderland...or any other Event, to date, had her so flustered as the poor 14-year-old looked at that very moment.  Her cheeks seemed to be shaded a permanent pinkish-red, and she was glancing around nervously.  At the ground.]

If anybody sees any gemstones laying around...diamonds, rubies, emeralds...whatever you do, please don't pick them up.  Please.  I can't...I can't explain.  Just trust me.  I don't...

[To say she was close to tears might have been a slight exaggeration, but only just slightly.  She had to take a deep breath in order to calm herself; an observant onlooker would notice two more palm-sized objects appear in the background, made all the more visible as their shimmering surfaces glimmered in the sunlight.]

Frank?  Where are you?  I need your help.  It...it's happening again.

[She hoped he would remember, because she could barely bring herself to admit it aloud.  After all this time, all the control she'd managed...she'd almost forgotten that she was still Cursed.]




((ooc: As part of the event, Hazel's Curse has come back with a vengeance...I say, as if it ever really left her.  To put it simply, there will be random gemstones appearing from the ground at random throughout the Event.  Each and every single one of these gemstones is cursed.  Anyone who picks one up will suffer deadly bad luck.  There is no specific time limit, however, so one might simply suffer a few mishaps during the Event itself and not perish until afterwards.  There is no limit on gemstones, so anybody who wants can pick one up; if you have any other questions feel free to PM me or poke me over at plurk.  Otherwise, gem-finding is a free-for-all))

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Nov. 12th, 2014 10:03 am
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[personal profile] madeadifferentcall
Shout out to the really cute waitress who was serving me coffee, not to mention the rest of the town. Take it from me, I would have made a lousy cop though.

[Ask anyone who knows him in SHIELD. Seriously. It takes a lot to get him to follow an order.]

Unless I was Hooch like in Turner and Hootch.

[Then, a slew of privates]

[Private to Natasha]

I know Stark is gone, who's in charge of our tech now if anyone?

[How are you holding up, checking in.]

[Private to Coulson]

...Did you see Rogers's post?

[What do you know Phil. You've got to ]
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[personal profile] ceruleans
[The video feed is understandably distorted by the fact that the camera is sitting on its side on the floor. There's a familiar blue pair of feet walking over shards of broken porcelain, uncaring of the cuts that she's probably incurring on herself.

More jarring than that, though, is the sound of freshly-breaking plates as they smash against the wall of her room. It's something that she picked up while she was waitressing - it's one of the few things that actually helps to calm her down. It doesn't seem to be working this time around, though.

She's shouting in a flurry of languages -- Vietnamese, English, French, German -- but the sentiment is easy to pick up. She's not just angry, she's mournful and desperate.

This place has taken the one familiar person she'd finally begun to mend fences with away from her. After a week of false memories, maybe she's taking it harder than she should be.

Or maybe she's just been in a more fragile state than she can admit since she got here. She hadn't had much time to process what had happened with Trask and Nixon, after all, before getting dropped off in this place.

Eventually she slides down onto the floor, her knees meeting the broken plates. It's at this point that she realizes the camera's on.

Of course. She can't even have this private moment. Well, since the thing is on ... ]


Erik Lehnsherr isn't here any longer, if anyone else cares.
assembles: talking, casual clothes, profile (let me tell you about)
[personal profile] assembles
setup and introspection )

[When the feed starts, Steve's seated at the desk in his room, which is as neat as always. There's distant barking in the background that he does his best to ignore, at least for the moment.]

For anyone who knows Bucky Barnes, he's left Wonderland. All of his stuff is still here, though, so he'll be back. But... he's not going to be the same.

[Usually when Steve makes a public announcement, the words flow out of him with no trouble, but now it feels like each one is sticking in his throat.]

Back home, something was done to him. He won't remember who he is, and he probably won't remember any of you. He's... [He heaves a sigh.] When he first gets back here, he'll be pretty disoriented. He may lash out, so you might want to keep your distance at first.

[Steve and Natasha, those people who are in the know, they can help him adjust. Or so he hopes.] But eventually, he's going to need help. He's going to need friends. He's still Bucky, he's just gotta be reminded of that. [Together, maybe they can all make that happen.

Steve dips his head down and a brief, somber smile passes over his face.]
If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'll explain as best as I can. [And then he reaches forward and ends the feed.]

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Nov. 5th, 2014 01:59 pm
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[personal profile] iguanasolution
[ Frank is scratching the back of his neck as he turns the network on, looking… well, extremely awkward. He isn’t one for making open posts to the entire network like this, especially when he doesn’t really have anything specific to say.]

Uhm, so I was told it was better to tell people that I’m back. It was… weird, like I was dreaming about something that had already happened to me. I didn’t even really remember this place.

Does that kind of thing happen often? This going-home-but-not-really thing, I mean.

002; VIDEO.

Nov. 4th, 2014 10:24 pm
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[personal profile] awesomemix
[There's a couple of reasons Peter is making this post before his falls off the page.. One, he'd like to assure people here that he's not some sort of crazy gun wielding dick - most of the time.

Two, Rocket had said, point blank. These are your people and apart from occasionally wondering what had happened to his grandpa and grandma he hadn't given earth a second thought. When you live on a space ship full of aliens, you spend most of your time figuring out how to survive. Missing home wasn't really something he'd considered. Especially since Yondu let him drive a space ship. At ten.

Three, ...He's bored. He's bored as hell and there's nobody with any tech worth this side of a Flarkin's tit to play with. Nothing to steal. Nothing to do.

So here's Peter. In a ninja turtle shirt looking thoughtful.]


Hey uh...Wonderland.

So this one goes out to all my fellow terrans. [pause] Humans. It's a habit.

...I am in the market. For pop culture recommendations. Specifically relating to the period between 1989 and uh...2014. Movies and TV shows specifically. Stuff to watch.

[someone introduce him to the wonder that is video games]

Cause space. Has a serious lack of good TV shows. I mean the day that humanity actually gets into space our biggest contribution will literally be amazing television. Xandarian TV, while nice, has a real lack of car chases, fight scenes, and punches.

Also uh.

[here he shifts]

So this goes out to anybody specifically from my earth. That's the one with Captain America. Cause he's here. [And holy shit that was weird in and of itself.]

[He swallows.] What're you guys watching?

[How is earth. He's just going to sit here and nod. Curiously.]

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Nov. 3rd, 2014 08:01 pm
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[When Hazel awoke that morning, she had no immediate clue that she ever left.  Besides the memories.  But the thing about memories...especially memories from home...especially demigod memories from home about things that hadn't even happened yet...was that this wouldn't have been the first time such images had come to her in her sleep.]

[It hadn't been a Blackout.  She knew that much; her Blackouts had always been past events only, and there had been no one else with her--as far as she could tell--to have influenced what she saw.  Which left her with a Vision, brought to her as a child of Pluto in the depths of slumber.  And a very immediate reason to alert the others.]

[So it was, Hazel...hair still disheveled from sleep, not even bothering to change out of her pajamas, appeared on the Network.  Still fumbling with the settlings, like it had been so long she'd forgotten how to use the darn thing.]


Frank?  Nico?  Guys?

[Eventually, she gave up trying to figure how to call each of them separately.  Publicly or no, this was simply the fastest way.]

...I had the strangest dream.

[She figured they would know what she meant.]







((ooc: Hazel's been updated to the near-end of Blood of Olympus, shortly after the final battle.  Spoilers are likely for canonmate threads, less so for non-canonmates.))
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[ alayne stone wears simple cotton today, pale blue with a hint of silver. her hair is the same color catelyn stark's has been, deep auburn rather than the usual brown. she had not dyed it again yet. she looks worried, a familiar fear sitting there on her brow. however, when she speaks, her voice is clear and it doesn't shake. ]

Good people of Wonderland.

[ a pause ]

To those who have been so kind to me since my arrival, I offer my thanks; to those who have been kind to - her. catelyn stark, during the past week, I offer you my sincere gratitude as well. I fear I have awarded your kindness with a lie. It was not ill meant, I swear it. It was for my own safety and yet a lie it was.

[ she looks aside ]

Wonderland had mocked my mother's memory by giving me her name and making me forget all else. If it ever steals her memory from me, I want others to know of her. Lady Catelyn Stark had auburn hair and blue eyes.

[ exactly like herself ]

She was of house Tully and had married lord Eddard Stark she was a mother to Arya Stark who has been her before and Brandon Stark who has also been here once before. They are both gone, now.

[ for a moment, she almost looks angry ]

Her enemies had killed her and her eldest son Robb and Wonderland has mocked her memory, it gave me her name and it made forget.

[ a breath, small and shallow. ]

I am her eldest daughter. Lady Sansa Stark, sister to Arya and Bran. They are gone and I am the last of my House to be here. My Lady Aunt - Lyanna Stark, she has been here too. For those who have been kind and good to Arya, Bran and Lady Lyanna, I thank you, as their kin.

[ what to say even ]

I hope you shall find it in your hearts to forgive me. I will ask you to still call me Alayne when in company. In a private audience, you may call me as you will.
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[It's been almost exactly a month since she's arrived in this place that they call Wonderland. The only thing she's managed to do, really, is to convince herself that she is not in the land of mutant genocides. That, along with Erik's presence here, was more than enough to convince her that another video post was necessary. The other mutants who'd belonged to the Brotherhood were dead, and she knew there were mutants here like Ned. Maybe they were hiding and maybe they weren't, but she felt it was only fair to reach out to them.

When she flicks on the video feed, she's at some sort of ornately carved desk with her hands folded awkwardly in front of her. She is her usual tried-and-true blue, wearing a red tank top. She'd actually had time to dress herself for the occasion instead of having to be nude for reasons of sudden disguise.]


...I think it's been long enough with me here that this announcement is overdue, but I didn't exactly want to paint a neon target on myself while things were happening with what people call "Mirrors", here.

My name is Raven Darkholme, but I'd like it if you called me Mystique. Like some of the other people here, I have powers that had me labelled a 'freak' when I was at home, even as a child who knew no better.

I've been hunted, injured, and nearly killed by people who think that I'm dangerous for some of the things I could do, not the things I've done. I've been hunted because I refuse to hide myself in plain view because other people think that I should, because the way I look makes them uncomfortable.

Because the fact I can do this,

[She lets the scales ripple across her body, briefly displaying to the audience watching he usual blonde persona before flowing back to her natural state,]

makes me different. I know we should all be working together here in Wonderland, but I wanted to give any other mutants out there who might be looking for a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen a chance to be heard.

I'll be that person, Wonderland, if you need me.

-- uh, I guess that's all.

[Dang, and she was doing so well with being eloquent up until the end of that sentence. She flicks the phone off, ending her broadcast.]
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Discoveries and Introspection )

For those who know him, Tony Stark has gone back home.

[She says it calmly, as she would any other announcement; as she has, when she's pushed through bad news in the past. And though she's tired, always feels tired these days, Pepper still continues with her original intention. She doesn't want to drift back down into that same darkness she's fought so hard to struggle out of. So she glances down for a moment, then looks back to the phone, quietly determined to get out the rest before the inevitable replies from their friends.]

I was wondering if someone was taking care of the art gallery these days. I know Lord Buckingham had originally run it, but I haven't seen him in quite some time. If no one minds, I'd like to take up the mantle. I have experience curating art collections from back home, and I think it'd be worthwhile to maintain the one here.

[To give herself purpose, and focus. Something from her old sense of normality to fold into the new. She needs that, and more importantly, now she's ready to take it on.]

Thank you for your time.

[The feed ends there, though of course she's listening for replies. Pepper's planning on spending a fair amount of time in the gallery that afternoon, to get a feeling for how things were set up and what she might want to change in the future.]

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Oct. 9th, 2014 09:22 am
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( Lydia's stood in the ballroom, walking around and surveying the area as she posts - multitasking, obviously. She's in planning mode, and that can only mean good things for everyone. Unless you obstruct her planning )

Next week I'm throwing a party.

( Stay with her, Wonderland. You've not been to a Lydia Martin party before )

Monday. In the ballroom from- ( There's a pause. She's thinking ) -seven. And I expect everyone to dress up for it.

( Don't be too casual you might get turned away. It's not just a regular dumb teen party. There's another bit of a pause as Lydia turns around, looking up above the doors. Clearly she's decorating in her mind )

It would have been my birthday. Just because I'm here instead of at home doesn't mean I have to miss out on anything for it.

( #priorities. She also wouldn't be able to celebrate with some of you back home either )

So dress up, turn up and have fun. Unless you'll ruin it. And if anyone wants to help decorate- ( Aka do the lifting ) -I would appreciate it.

( There's a smile before she shuts the feed off. You've been warned )

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Sep. 29th, 2014 07:12 pm
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[ video on! after a beat of looking directly up at the sky, a handsome blond man comes into view. he seems to be in the gardens, and his expression is one of mild puzzlement. just visual in the frame is what looks like -- red shoulder pads, the beginning of Thor's cape, and shiny silver heavy-duty armor.

Heimdall will not answer him, which could mean any number of things, but given that this is most certainly not where he expected to find himself...

Thor glances up, then back down at the device, and clears his throat ]


Is there a... Jane Foster here, by any chance?

[ he sounds a trifle uncertain. on such an enormous, usually-confident man, it's like an ill-fitting shirt. ]


((ooc: editing to add that action is also fine! You will find Thor, as mentioned, in the gardens. ♥))
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[The video clicks on abruptly in the middle of a rather heated discussion. Billy and Teddy are seated on a couch, their legs tangled together as they sit on opposite ends. In both of their hands they hold a bowl of popcorn that they occasionally reach into, taking a few pieces and tossing them at the other person who opens their mouth and attempts to catch the popcorn. It looks like something they’ve done a thousand times before - sometimes they catch the kernels, sometimes it sails over their heads, and sometimes it bounces somewhere around their face, pausing their conversation as they laugh.]

[It’s Billy’s voice that the video cuts in on, their voices alternating in an old debate.]


No, no never, Hawkeye could totally shoot an apple off Black Widow's head from that distance, he's Hawkeye.

Why would she be standing there with an apple in the first place? Unless it's Attack of the Killer Tree Fruit, I doubt Black Widow would need help regardless of Hawkeye's ability to outshoot William Tell.

Maybe she lost a bet? [He pauses.] No, you're right she wouldn't be standing there with an apple. But he could still do it. Ok, who haven't we done in a while? Oh I know Captain America without the shield vs. Thor without the hammer?

[Teddy crunches on some popcorn, thinking.]I know you love Cap but I’m going to go with Thor on that one. He’s an Asgardian! He didn’t need super-steroids to power up, again, no offense to Cap. Thor hits him without that shield, it’s going to hurt.

But in hand to hand? When Thor is so used to fighting with weapons? I don't know, I think my money would be on Cap. And what do you mean I Love Cap, Mr. Captain America is my favorite Avenger? [He tosses a few kernels at Teddy.]Your turn.

[Teddy tried to snap the popcorn out of the air and only succeeded in having them bounce off his forehead.] It’s because I love Cap that I’m able to talk truth. A Thor punch would definitely hurt. But, I’ll give you that it would be one hell of a fight. Ok. How about this - Tommy at half-speed and Kate with a nerf gun.

[Billy didn't even pause.]Kate. That was easy, go again.

[Teddy laughed and tossed a few pieces at Billy’s head.] I’ve got one - this is tough - Falcon versus a Falcon/Shark hybrid. Right? That would be the best. I mean, sharks that can fly? I’m surprised there isn’t a movie about it yet.

[Billy laughed trying to catch them in his mouth, grinning when he succeeded.] How would you get a falcon/Shark hybrid? Are we talking Falcon's DNA or just putting a jet pack on a shark? Also what do you think- wait, you haven't seen Sharknado have you?

Sharknado? Wait… is that a Shark in a … tornado? They made a movie of that and I haven’t seen it? I’m surprised the world hasn’t collapsed in on itself right this very second.

It's hundreds of sharks in multiple tornados. They are making a sequel. I mean, it's not as epic as piranhaconda, but it's up there in horrible acting.

A sequel? That’s it. B, you are showing me every horrible movie made that I’ve missed. I need this in my life.

Bad movie marathon? You don't have to talk me into that. Sharktopus vs Pteracuda needs to be watched too. And of course Piranhaconda.

Should we invite other people? Because odds are with us… in the dark… I don’t know how much movie I’m going to be watching.

[Billy laughed and threw another piece of popcorn at him, smirking when it bounced off his head.]You have a one track mind. We should. Wonderland bad movie marathon?

[Teddy wrinkled his nose and threw a handful of popcorn at Billy, moving the bowl off his chest so he could sit up.] That sounds like a great idea. You know another good idea? Speaking of one track minds…

[Teddy reached over and kissed Billy softly, his hand blindly putting the popcorn bowl on the small table in front of them. There was a clattering sound and the video suddenly tilted as Teddy knocked the device off the table.]

I’ll get that.

[The video rights itself again only this time it’s focused on Teddy’s face as he stares at the screen, a bit confused.]

Uh, Billy, do you know how long this thing has been on?

I didn't turn it on. [He moves over to Teddy peering at the screen. Well if everyone already heard.]

Ok Wonderland you're all invited to a bad movie marathon. Let us know if you want in and we'll tell you when.

{OOC: Billy and Teddy will reply to tags jointly following an a->b->c order.}
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I do hope everyone is returning quickly back to their normal state. It seems I have found something quite soothing for my own self.

[She hopes Wonderland is ready for a fashion show because she is about to give them one. The feed turns from Lia's face to her rooms, in particular a little circle of furniture that has made a makeshift pin. Inside the pin are animals. To be precise, a monkey, a piglet, and two puppies all romping together.

And why shouldn't they be? They are wearing fabulous outfits! The monkey is the most elaborate since it is about baby sized. Puppy One and Puppy Two fare a bit better, with adorable matching hats that they are trying to pull off but it's the piglet who sports the most elaborate head wear.

Lia wiggles her fingers and puts down a few more tiny scones and tiny cups of tea, which are consumed, and she's smiling pleasantly.]


They are lovely, are they not? Would anyone like to bring any pets over for a bit of a play date?

[She's not including she kidnapped these pets. Instead she sits down in a fluffing of human-sized skirts as the feed ends.]
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Who is that girl I see | staring straight back at me? )
 

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VIDEO

[Her hands were shaking. For a girl who had seen the heat of battle...who had faced Death in almost every way possible...it took a lot to frighten her. Something that any who knew the young girl would recognize instantly.]

The Mirror. I saw... ["myself". Because that didn't make her seen completely insane.] It was me, only it wasn't. And she said...she wrote...

Whoever's idea of a joke this is, stop it. Now.


((ooc: Most replies will come from Hazel, but depending upon the converstaion...her Mirror might see fit to make a few additional background written commentaries. Just saying.))
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The music room had been an unexpected discovery. When was the last time Kate really had a chance to sit down with a cello and just play? Since high school, at least -- and not the high school deja vu they all just witnessed. Hell, maybe it's even some time earlier. But she had other plans in mind for the day - something more than just wandering aimlessly around the mansion. So, carefully packing up the bow and instrument, she makes her way to the room she plans to spend most of her day.

Once in the kitchen She steadies the cello between her knees, resting the upper bout against her chest. Her eyes close, blocking out the rest of the world around her. The pads of her left hand stroke the strings of the fingerboard, gently plucking each note. But muscle memory steps in where actual memory briefly fails. She curls her right hand around the cello bow and, so slowly, draws it across the strings.

The sound is a little jarring at first. She continues to play, humming softly to herself as she makes the fine adjustments necessary, gently turning the peg until the note chimes true. She's rusty, not as good as she used to be (wouldn't Dad be displeased?), but it's enough to seek the attention she wants. And then, grinning, she sets up her phone on a nearby chair and starts to record a video of herself playing the Prelude of Bach's Cello Suite 1. She plays for a minute or so before putting down the cello, leaning it carefully against her on the wall.

Then, she leans forward to smile (oh-so-innocently) at her audience.]


Now that I've got your attention...

I've learned recently that some of the citizens of Wonderland are suffering from a severe lack in their life. I would have addressed the problem sooner, but given our recent trip back to reliving our teenage glory days, I got a little distracted. C'est la vie, right?

[She stands from her chair and begins to walk across the room towards one of the counters.]

So not all of you are from the 20th or 21st century. Okay, some of you aren't even from Earth to begin with. You guys, I might understand. But the rest of you? Especially those people who have been here weeks now?

No excuse. There's absolutely no excuse what so ever that accounts for a lack of knowledge on the world's most important elixir:

Coffee. [The camera pans over the counter where three different coffee machines have been set up to brew more coffee than clearly possible for one person to drink. A bowl of sugar and a couple of different canisters of milk and cream sit nearby a row of mugs: her own little coffee bar.

She holds up her own mug in salute, steam vapor trailing from the liquid. Kate closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, smiling. She takes a sip as if doing a Foldger's commercial. But this? This is way more important. The mug goes back on the counter and she opens her eyes again to smile at the camera.]


Consider this your lucky day, Wonderland. I'll be down here in the kitchen all afternoon to introduce you to the joys that are this amazing, caffeinated beverage. And for those of you already familiar with the drink? Hey, the more the merrier.

Just don't forget to grab the mug. Because unlike some people I know, I do have the class to insist we use the pot for pouring only.

[Barton, she's eyeing you.

Until anyone shows up? Might as well use today to relax and reacquaint herself with the cello.]

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