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Sep. 14th, 2015 09:33 pm
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You know what this mansion needs after all these dour "events"? Something fun. Unfortunately, there is no room for an amusement park and apparently the Mansion does not keep up with video game release dates, so we will have to do something a little more low-key.

So, before the next time we all lose our minds and decide to start killing each other, who would like to participate in an evening of speed dating? Yes, before you ask, you can just come looking for friends. I promise not to try and marry anyone off. Probably.
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[ the video clicks on at a slight angle. Thor's face is visible in frame; behind him, occasionally visible, Darcy is moving around the room they're both in.

it is the room that previously belonged to Jane.

for a moment, Thor almost seems to be avoiding the video's "eyes", then he visibly forces himself to meet them. he gives a wan smile ]


For those who knew her, Jane Foster has-- [ there it is, a break in his voice; his eyes crinkle slightly at the corners, tension, and he continues ] ...gone home.

[ he glances back at Darcy over his shoulder, and his voice is lower but still audible ] Is there anything you want to...? [ say, goes unfinished. ]

[ Darcy comes closer to the video feed, and addresses it with a tight-lipped smile ]

If there were any projects you were working on with Jane, everything she had in the lab is gone but you might be able to talk to the vendors about getting some of it back...

[ she turns back to Thor, and her hand lands briefly on his arm; the gentleness of it surprises him, and he blinks at her uncertainly. they are both hurting. he knew that, but still... before he can think of a good enough response for that small but appreciated gesture, she's backing off again, her eyes sliding away. ]

I'm gonna take the dogs out for a walk.

[ she bends down, scoops up one of Jane's puppies, and makes for the door. a soft whine from the puppy follows their exit.

Thor tries to recover his equilibrium, and re-addresses the video. ]


I also -- wanted to make an offer. I know that we have many powerful people here, some who -- might feel they are unmatched. [ or, you know, dangerous. he had a whole speech prepared for this, actually, between his conversations with Bruce and Bucky... but the words have gone out of his head. ]

I wanted... to offer myself, as sparring partner. To anyone who has difficulty finding someone they can go... "all out" with, so to speak. Or... if for any reason, you would like assistance from someone with as much or more power as you have...

[ that'll have to do. his voice trails away, and he forces a final smile before clicking off the video. ]

(Action, Darcy) )

((ooc: Thor can also be found near Jane's room, on the seventh floor.))
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[Oh, he looks so enthused to do this when the feed opens, but his expression gently takes on a more welcoming and charismatic visage.]

I am Loki, no longer one-of-a-kind here in Wonderland. Many of you know me as the villain, monster, God of Lies, but you should all know by now that I possess a deal of magical ability. I specialise in illusions and deception, however I am not shy to offensive and defensive magics.

[He gives that a moment to sink in and decides to continue. Now was as good a time as any with Captain Criticism briefly out of the picture to cast his judgement on Loki's actions.]

I am also aware that there are some of you here with, at the very least, an inkling of magical ability. It got out some time ago that I was secretly training young Kaplan in the development of his abilities, and while I do not have the desire to extend such extensive treatment to others, I will however offer basic training to aid those of you with the gift in its development. Be it setting you down the right path to learning your abilities or providing a training target for you to cast more powerful spells without the fear of injuring others, I may as well assist you. This is not out of sheer kindness, for those of you fearing ulterior motives. I may as well admit that it is out of self preservation. The more able magic users we have here to defend ourselves against threats, the more likely we are to succeed should... certain creatures resurface.

We have many such residents offering combative training, but few offering magical aid and I thought it was high time we correct this err.

[He managed to give an entire speech without a single lie. Half truths were not, in fact, lies.]

Private to Kol )
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[ Filtered from Billy Kaplan ]

Hey, everyone. Since it is tradition for humans to have parties for their birthday, there is one going on this evening in the ballroom for Billy Kaplan. Even if you do not know him, stop by; it is a party, after all, and would you really want to miss the one time opening of the Mansion's nightclub?

[ Private to Billy Kaplan ]

Come meet me in the ballroom.
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[If she looks somewhat relieved, it's because she is. But there is a glimmer of pain and frustration on her face. The sort of mixing that could only come when it applies to her father. She's both happy and upset to have lost him. The complexities of their relationship never easy on her responses or emotions.]

Has anyone seen Lucifer? ...Father, I mean?

I can't sense him about... I think he might have returned to our world.
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[one moment, she'd been exploring the rooms of their creepy new house discussing how sad it was that they had to ditch it in favor moving to DC (would they find a better one? could anything possibly be this perfect?) when she'd walked into a closet and came out the other side. Only, the otherside of the closet was Wonderland. While the new room looks actually suited to April's taste the real world doesn't work like this.

She notices the phone in her pocket and notices the access to the network pretty quickly (hello, 2017 technology) so the network is soon greeted with a video post by none other than yours truly, April Ludgate-Dwyer. Who still isn't convinced that she isn't drunk.]


Hello, "Network," I am your new Overlord, April. I will be kind to my subjects who are bountiful in wisdom and candy and those who are not will have their heads cut off. I shall require a monthly fealty of virgins, who will be delivered to me in the basement of this not-so-creepy house or you will face my great and terrible wrath.

[April makes something that's a cross between jazz hands and a jellyfish motion into the camera.]

My first command is that you tell me everything about the previous gods you worshiped so that I may crush them, and also the weaknesses of this house and its vulnerabilities.

[distracted, she takes another look around the room and while not much is visible from the camera but what is looks like someone raided a halloween shop on the day after halloween for some sweet, sweet and terrible combed over deals.]

And, uh, tell me why the closet to Narina is only one way.
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You are not my Stark phone.

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

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

All right, you. Let us see how you work.
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I seem to have awakened in some twisted nightmare. Someone has seen fit to dredge up ancient memories and I would very much appreciate it if they could be kindly laid to rest.

Are others experiencing past memories that seem to be completely unavoidable, despite any and all attempts to dispel them?

[The demigod sounds considerably distressed by this. And before the feed is cut, a woman's voice could be just barely heard calling Loki's name in a loving tone like a mother would her child.]

001 | Video

Feb. 9th, 2015 06:58 pm
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Cor!” is the first thing the device broadcasts, along with a very lopsided view of the Checkerboard Hills. After a fumble, it turns around to reveal a boyish face thatched with golden hair.

“We’ve got to form teams,” proclaims Adam, with a bright, infectious grin. “We’ve got a whole hillside checkers board! Its…”

He pauses a heartbeat as he counts in his head.

“...twelve pieces on each side, so we need twelve people in one color shirt, and another twelve in another color. Red and black is traditional, but it’s alright if we do some other color, ‘cause for example, more people might have white shirts than red shirts. Lots of people have white or black shirts, right? An’ if there’s more than twenty-four people who want to play, we’ll have to take turns, so it’s first come, first serve.”

He says the last part quite sternly, in the manner of a thirteen-year-old taking charge. No cutting in line, kids.

Wonderland, say hello to Adam Young.
reignbringer: throg-brood; throg-think; throg-listen; throg-what; (this makes my head hurt)
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[ hello, eway! were you looking for Thor? because this is certainly his communicator, pointing for some reason at the floor.

there's a glimpse of something in the distance -- a bundle of clothes? -- before the video feed turns off all together.

after a moment, Thor's voice issues from the darkness, unusually hesitant. ]


I appear to be in need of some -- assistance.


((ooc: action is okay too! Thor -- or rather, a tiny cartoon frog that speaks with Thor's voice for completely unknown reasons -- can be found in one of the basement corridors. he picked a fine time to leave Mjolnir and the armor off; the clothing bundle is Asgardian casual fare, cloaks and loose trousers and the like.

eta: time is a wibbly wobbly timey wimey thing, and Thor will be grateful for however many rescues he gets :D and remember those of you who choose to laugh at him :| though I am also totally up for negative CR. ♥))
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[ Lana had felt constricted in the mansion today for some reason. So she'd decided to go out flying. She could only go so far, but it made her feel better all the same. She blasted herself up out over the beach, enjoying the way the wind blew through the long coat of her Bombshell costume.

Everything was fine until she headed back to the mansion. She lands on the roof and is about to head for the stairs when she steps in something and slips. Is that... blood?

She runs, following the trail of blood, then gasps when she sees a body. A body that she knows. She pulls her cell out from inside her costume and fumbles with it for a second, hands shaking, before finally recording a message. ]


This is L-- this is Bombshell. I'm on the roof, and I found a-a body. [ Deep breaths, Lana. ] Billy... Wiccan is dead.

Please, I don't know what to do!

[ She ends the recording and hits Send, then kneels, still shaking, by Billy's body to wait. ]

Video

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.]
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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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[Teddy looks incredibly worried. He's on edge and he can't seem to keep his shifting in check - his skin keeps sliding into different shades of green as he speaks. Panic is written all over his face as he speaks quickly to the Avengers team.]

Billy is gone. He's been taken Mirror side! He left a message on my mirror and I... I think there's blood...

[The video pans to the mirror showing Billy's message , spatters of blood dripping through the words. The screen shifts to Teddy's face and he's completely serious.]

This is bad. Billy is in trouble. He's been hurt or ...

[Teddy can't even think about what other options there were and he avoids saying the words.]

I need to get to the other side. I have to help him.

Billy's Mirror is loose on this side and that spells trouble for us here, too. We need to swap them back. Please...

[Teddy's voice chokes up and he steels his features. He will not let the emotions overwhelm him. Billy needs him and he will keep it together.]

If there is any need for Avenger's Assemble, this would be it.
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[The feed begins with a little shuffle as she props herself up on the exceedingly high table, an assortment of cookies in front of her. It was a bit of an effort, but she'd figured out how to use the device adjusting it a little further so her tiny face is in full view.]

Ummmm... 'Scuse me. I am stuck and I can't - [She looks down from her perch on the seat at the high table before letting her face return to the frame.] Can someone come help me, pwease?

[She puts on her best puppy dog eyes before trying to end the feed. The first two attempts to turn it off fail horribly, resulting in her banging it against the table instead to make it stop doing the thing.

Once she's had help getting down, she'll eventually slip out of the coffee shop to continue her exploration. Feel free to run into her allllllllll over the mansion since she is in full adventure mode, trailing stray tinsel as she goes. She may or may not also periodically get stuck on counters or that one time she caught herself on a hook while climbing and got stranded for a little bit, or even playing chopsticks on the piano. At some point she'll make her way back up to the 7th floor to grab her partner in crime puppy to add to the mayhem.]

[ooc: responses will come from [personal profile] tinytaser - feel free to go action and pick a spot to run into her.]
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[At first glance, Alana looks pale and not altogether well. She has a sling around one shoulder and arm, a bruise creeping up her neck and she's actually propped up in a bed with numerous pillows. Being pushed out a window does that to you, apparently.

A closer look will reveal a determined look in her eyes and a collection of books on the table beside the bed. She's researching something.]


I need some advice.

I'm from a world without magic. [As far as she knows.] No angels or demons, wizards, vampires, werewolves, or other supernatural or magical beings. I'm slowly learning what I can about these things, but there's a matter I'd like more input on.

What do you know about curses- specifically, breaking them?


[ooc: Yes, she's asking re: Hannibal. She will not get anywhere with trying to help him, so feel free to have your characters be as helpful (or not) as they want.]
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[For a guy who's used to paying with reality bubbles, creating small pockets of reality to deal up just desserts to those who have it coming, you'd think Gabriel would be a little less startled at finding himself in one.

One second, he's shoving a DVD at Dean and telling him and his brother to get Kali and get clear and the next he's not even in the same craphole motel.

So Gabriel takes his time, wanders the halls before he finally lays claim to one and fiddles with the device he found in his pocket. Convenient.]


Well I've got to give this place props. It ain't exactly the Ritz, but then again, they don't have places that respond to thought. [Gabriel is comfortably sprawled on a bed large enough to accommodate several, balancing a heroic-sized milkshake on his chest. Somehow he can drink it while laying down and not spill a drop.] Now, while I wasn't looking forward to the ol Royal Rumble with big bro, I would like to at least get an idea of who nicked yours truly and why.

Yanno. Just because.
possiblymad: (So done with you)
[personal profile] possiblymad
[The feed would start when a pulse of magic hits a barrier and knocks Loki's phone from his pocket. It turns on, capturing video while aimed at an odd angle, catching only two pair of legs and some scenery. A swirl of blue and green light is the only aftermath of whatever jarred the mobile device from the Asgardian's pocket.]

You need to focus, Kaplan. The raw power must be much denser if you are to break through my barrier. Again. And concentrate this time.

[A foot steps back, sliding against the ground to deepen his stance in order to prepare for Billy's next attack. The heel of his boot bumps the device, spinning it on the ground to give an awkward upward view of Loki and Billy. The Asgardian is holding both hands out, a green shimmer solidifying in a warbling dome before them, between himself and Billy Kaplan.]

It's hard to concentrate when you are distracting me. [ Billy takes a deep breath, hands coming up glowing blue.] And yes, before you say it, I know that's the point.

[The video captures the electric blue glow surrounding his hands grow until its surrounding him. He pushes it forward colliding with Loki's shield and ripping through it, knocking the Asgardian off his feet.] Was that what I was supposed to be going for?

[Loki's hand hits the phone when he lands on his godly behind, covering the screen and blacking the video out.] Precisely. Well done. [The picture returns moments later with said Asgardian looking directly into the video. A suffering sigh escapes and he pinches the bridge of his nose in pure irritation. Then the feed cuts out. WELP.]
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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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[She's not exactly amused when her face appears on the screen, but she is guarding her irritation closely. It is never a good idea to let others know that their plans have had an emotional effect. This is a set back, a temporary misstep, but she can recover from it as she always does.

Her work isn't finished, not until she sees Lucifer free.]

How clever. I didn't think the angels had the capabilities to be so organized without their father's help. I thought you were well aware that he desired my role in this. After all, you are supposed to have a family reunion.

Now, simply for curiosity's sake, who was it who brought me here? Raphael? Gabriel? Certainly not one of the lower ranking soldiers, they never were that clever. Or did the Winchesters finally manage to get their hands on something effective?

[She pulls back, toying with a rose in the garden that she is inhabiting for now.]

Everything is ordained and destiny can't be shaken off so easily. Lucifer was meant to win this fight and I will help him do that.

Video 003

Oct. 8th, 2014 08:49 am
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[Billy's face appears on the screen, it's clear he's worried. It's also kind of obvious he hasn't slept; dark circles rim his tired eyes. He looks exhausted and not at all like his normal bright self.]

Uh, has anyone seen my boyfriend? Tall, blond, incredibly too good looking for me, answers to the name Teddy. I seem to have misplaced him.

[Or he was still avoiding Billy. Or the real reason he couldn't find him was that he'd been sent home, home before they could even talk about what happened. Before he could apologize...at least Teddy wouldn't remember anything.]

If you see him, tell him...just tell him I'm looking for him.


Private to Kate )

(OOC: Action is also fine if you want to find him wandering around looking for Teddy. He could use the distraction :) Edit: He's also apparently now at the bar, someone keep him from drinking too much? Yeah? )

video;

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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[Look at that, he's on the network and not under the influence of an event. That's a rare sight to behold. He's no longer hiding and he has an inquiry on his mind.]

Greetings fellow unwilling... and perhaps willing inhabitants. Allow me to pose a question to any and all willing to answer. But first, I must clarify something. The definition of a lie is an intentionally deceptive statement. The intention to mislead or deceive. A falsification or a fabrication. Put simply, something untrue.

Now, many of you are aware of who I am and of what I am capable. Others may know just my name and the implication it provides. Fewer still actually recognise my face or the sound of my voice. [Yes, he's talking to you, dear. Fandral, honestly. Lovely, intelligent, but so gullible.] For those of you with that knowledge, fear not. This is in no way malicious. I have no hidden motive or deceitful purpose save for the slaying of my unyielding boredom. Truth? ...or a lie? [He smiles somewhat knowingly, but doesn't provide an answer.]

What I wish to ask is, for those of you with such self-righteous morals, is there any here that can claim not to be guilty of a lie? The answer to that is a simple 'no'. Lies take many forms, be they malevolent or innocent. Withholding the truth or altering it, both qualify. Omission of truth or using the truth to paint a different picture are both still considered deceitful.

Lies are not only used for ones own benefit. They can be used to protect others. Tell me, would you lie to save a life? To save the lives of many? I'm curious just what would be the breaking point?

[He raises an eyebrow, inviting an answer just before he ends the feed.]
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[personal profile] handing
[She's heard before of the phenomenon where things happen both incredibly fast and slow all at once. She's even experienced it to some degree, staring at flashing red lights or down the arm of a massive mechanical suit ready to kill her. But this, this is something new, and all the more horrible for it. Wind and heat wrap around her body, flames from below that promise her doom. She's falling, faster than any person should, too fast for Tony to summon a suit to save her.

And the worst part is that they both know it. That's the part that happens slowly for her: what she sees above, the horror and shock etched so perfectly on Tony's face when their fingers just miss. She knows, knows in her heart what's going to happen then, her body clenching as his eyes send the message home even more certainly than the pyre beneath, the ground too far below.

She's going to die.

But even though the fall only takes seconds outside of her own head, that's still enough time for things to change. Just as fire surrounds her, burns her flesh and blinds her eyes, the world shifts in an impossible way. She should have landed among oil drums, brought down during the dark night just before Christmas. Instead Pepper falls from a clear blue sky, not into fire but the fountain, sending up a wave of water and steam with her landing.

That shouldn't have been enough to save her, however. Not that she knows it yet; her world is comprised entirely of pain, her body glowing bright as it stitches itself back together. Broken bones set themselves and mend, burnt flesh reforms with a different brand of fire. The heat surrounding her is immense, and any who have already arrived would be wise not to touch her. Even after she stands, when Pepper can finally try and figure out what's happened, she's still burning under her skin.

Eventually, her mind clears. Memories of Wonderland return, and whatever calmness she can find knowing that Killian hasn't truly killed her, neither here nor at home, manage to make the heat of Extremis ebb. She won't go to the clinic--no matter who tries to take her there, no matter how much they swear she needs to be looked at, Pepper staunchly refuses. She's had more than enough of people examining her, and other things that are fare more important. She has to find Tony, to replace that last memory of his eyes with something far better, to tell herself that things truly are and will be okay--eventually.

But there's still the virus inside of her, the danger it presents. Pepper can't remember much from her time spent as a captive, but she knows why Killian and Maya were after Tony. They needed him to stabilize Extremis, to keep people from dying. The future's promise, that in a few months back home she's going to be lunching with Natasha, only does so much to ease the burden of the presence. She needs a sense of control, which is why for almost everyone else, her reintroduction comes in the form of a video message. She's put herself together as much as she can, showered and dressed, looking as far removed from the woman who fell from the sky hours before as she can manage.]


This is Pepper Potts; I'm back now. [She hesitates, on the verge of apologizing for any inconveniences her absence caused. That's too formal though, too businesslike. She's talking to people who care about her, friends who are going to see through whatever facade she tries to put up, because she's never been good at lying, and some of them are very perceptive. Her lips pressed together, Pepper takes a breath, then manages something close to a smile. She won't stop people from visiting, and she can't stop them from asking, but this way, hopefully, she can manage the conversations.] I guess I should ask what I've missed. I've heard it's been over two weeks since I was gone?
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[personal profile] actualwizard
[ Billy took a deep breath and turned on his video feed, smiling a little sheepishly at the screen. It was still really weird to be recording himself like this. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts he turned the camera, showing everyone the view from his seat on the roof.]

Some view, huh? [The camera panned back around to Billy's face. No more putting this off.]

So uh, I've been here for about two months now and a few conversations I had Saturday night made me think that maybe this would be a good question to ask all of you. What do you know about magic?

The world I come from has some pretty remarkable people. Superheroes. Some of them are just extra extraordinary humans, some of them are gods, or aliens or super soldiers, and some of them have gifts, mutations.

[ He holds up his hand, focusing his energy into creating a blue aura that surrounds his hand.]

I have magic. Though I'm probably far from being one of those remarkable people. I'm basically self taught, there was really no one around to train me when it manifested. Unless you count Teddy making me read his mother's self help books. Thanks for that, T.

[ He rolls his eyes playfully at the screen.]

Anyway, the point of this is, I hadn't been using my magic for a few years and then right before I got here of had a sort of teacher. [ And there was no way he was telling people his teacher was Loki.]

I'm not looking for lessons but I know there's a few people here who have similar abilities and I was hoping maybe we could talk? Share ideas or tricks or something.

[ He pauses for a moment about to end the transmission before adding one more thing.]

Or if you're just curious about magic and want to talk I can do that too.

((OOC: feel free to hit him up on video or find him on the roof, he'll be there for a bit.))
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[personal profile] conscientiae
[ Simmons smiles a little nervously once she sees the camera is working, though her face is a little pale, and her hair is probably a little less straight now than it was this morning. ]

Oh. Hello. I'm Jemma Simmons, Agent of -- [ She blinks and mutters to herself. ] Well, I suppose that doesn't matter anymore. I've just arrived, and I've read this handy little pamphlet I found, but I have a few questions, mainly how is this possible? Because it shouldn't be. Is this alien technology? Asgardian? [ Her expression flickers a bit. ] Chitauri? Are we in a pocket dimension? I suppose that might be possible, but I'm very curious as to how the time flow here matches up to the time flow in our home universes --

[ She stops, suddenly aware of how she sounds, and she smiles, though it's a little more confident this time, but no less sad. ] Right. Basically, my question is, is anyone here looking into the science of this place, and may I have a look at your research? Thank you.

[ Simmons hesitates. ] And... This is probably a long shot, but... Fitz? Fitz, if you're here -- [ Her words get tangled in her throat, and she inhales deeply. ] Just, please be here, Fitz. Please.

[ After an awkward pause, she switches the camera off. ]
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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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[ The video opens up to a gym setting, with punching bags hanging in the background and weight-lifting machines off to either side. Front and center are Steve and Bucky, who don’t seem to have noticed the feed starting up. Steve dodges backward as Bucky's fist clears the space where his head was a moment before. They’re both clearly concentrating, their expressions pinched and serious. Bucky continues pressing forward and Steve inches back on the defensive, never throwing a punch himself.

They’re both extremely skilled fighters. Bucky is fast, tenacious, and precise. Several of his blows look like they would have done some serious damage, if Steve hadn't avoided or outright blocked them. Steve, on the other hand, is even faster and oddly graceful, and he doesn't look to have broken a sweat.

Despite the fact that they’re technically engaged in a fight, there’s something natural in the way that they move together, as if they’re going through choreographed steps rather than testing each other’s mettle.

it's going down, i'm yelling timber | you better move, you better dance )
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[Loki's expression is very morose when the feed cuts in. Anyone who knows him could tell you it isn't an expression he wears often at all. Anyone who knows him well, can tell you that it is actually an obvious sign that Loki is gravely conflicted. And he hates being conflicted.

So, the dark haired former demigod squares his shoulders and steels his expression to one that betrays less of his internal struggle.]


In light of recent… events, anyone with whom I've shared… [He was simply amazed by how difficult the words were coming to him. It was probably too soon after the sudden transition back to his former self. The memories of his previous life were still far too fresh. But it was probably those memories that pushed him to ensure those 'friends' he had weren't hurt by the man he actually was.] a bond is welcome to proceed as if such events never transpired. [Yes, in other words, there is no need to try to reach out or rekindle that friendship, because he just wants to forget it ever happened. This was how he would protect them because he knew he couldn't change.] Do not mistake the exuberant child you met for the man he can easily become.

To Billy Kaplan )
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(It's Tuesday in London. It counts. )

[ Unlike most first accidental network posts, the network is greeted by a voice instead of a video; and the voice sounds both increasingly annoyed and unaware that it is being broadcast onto a public feed. It seems that he simply hit the speed dial without even checking if it went through. ]

Stefan, if you or the Wicked Witch of the West had anything to do with this, I might have to hurt one or both of you.

[ There's a pause where he no doubt lets his gaze traverse his surroundings. ]

If this wasn't you - forget I said this - I'll be back -- [ Hmmm... ] Soon.

[ He pulls his phone away, to glance at it before hitting the end call button. Who the hell was he on with...? For a moment his just drags his nail over the button in thought. Where in the hell is he? There are too many questions and not enough answers. Damon continues to stare at his phone again before hitting a button he actually hasn't seen on his phone before. Wow, someone is skipping over the wonderland shenanigans of the palm pilot, because he's not touching that thing, and going straight to more wonderland shenanigans of phone communicator.

Aaaand the network is greeted by a devilishly handsome face, not to brag or anything, but he knows he's a stud. Squinting he stares into the video feed.
]

Okay... That's new.... And definitely confusing.

( Hi, one disclaimer, I would prefer if the subject arises that anyone forgo telling Damon that people don't stay dead here! Thanks. c: )

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