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Nov. 21st, 2018 12:59 am
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[The video feed shows what seems to be a small boy hanging around in his room. He waves energetically!]

Hey everyone! My name's Steven. Steven Universe! And I figured it was about time I did another one of these open message thingies. Since... it's been about a year since I got here. [He places a hand on his head and smiles meekly.] Time really flies, huh?

So I think we can all stand to get to know each other better and become friends and stuff! Plus Alice gave me an idea earlier this month... talking about people we miss from home. I know it can be tough stuff, but I think it'll really help to keep our memories of them clear! So let me get this ball rolling by talking about Lion! [With that, he holds up a drawing of a big pink lion.] I guess he's the mane event? ...That's right! Back home, I have a pet lion. He can be kinda difficult sometimes... a lot of the time... but he really loves me! He has special powers and a pocket dimension in his mane, too. [A beat.] I should probably also mention that I have powers too, 'cause I'm part-gem!

Now it's your turn! Tell me stuff about yourself, or people you know, or ask me questions about my stuff, or just turn in your applications for friendship. [A beat.] Orrr all of the above?
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[ Good evening, Wonderland! Jessica's super perky and giggly. There's so much for her to be happy about! So now everyone gets to witness her trying to be a vlogger, because she is pointedly ignoring anything involving someone's dumb supernatural call out post. ]

There's so much romance floatin' around, I swear, and it's not even Valentine's Day. Not that I've ever known what it's like to be with someone 'round then, but whatever. [ She waves that off. ] People're gettin' married, it's sweater weather and time for cuddlin'... [ She sighs happily. ] It got me wantin' to read somethin' warm and happy for once.

[ She needed something to distract her from her burning desire for vengeance, okay? ]

But okay, so, I just started this series I've always being dyin' to read. Like, it didn't even occur to me that I could do it here! And now I can and it's so good.

[ Jessica's clutching the first book of said mystery series in her hands, the top of it just barely visible on screen. It's like she had to hug it a little to make her point. This shit's the best thing since sliced bread! ]

I know not everybody's from the same world, but somebody's bound to know about it, right? And I bet at least one person's read it, 'cause it's so popular. Like, it's a movie!

[ And so, the lion finally reveals to the lambs what book she means... ]

So, anybody read Twilight? I wanna talk with you all about it!

[ Yes. She is dead serious. ]
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[ Claire came back on Sunday. Today is Wednesday. She's spent some time trying to decide how she wants to go forward. She's spent some time mulling things over, going over what happened detail by detail up to the last thing she can remember.

She'd heard it. A soft metal 'clink' before the blow to the back of her head.

The thing is, this isn't the first time someone's tried to murder her. Considering she's landed in America just before the Revolutionary War and who she's married to, it likely won't be the last. She's gotten to the point of wishing she was dead, even, because the agony was too much.

But she's never actually died.

So, she needed time. And in that time after waking up and reassuring those that were actually there with her, she has been alone in her room. Thinking, trying to puzzle it all out, hearing accounts of what others know. She doesn't love that a panicked message was sent alerting the entire mansion to her death, so she feels, in a sense, that she needs to address it. ]


Hello, everyone. I don't plan on taking up too much of your time. This is Claire Fraser and as was delivered to your devices a few days ago, I did - [ She halts, saying the words out loud for the first time. ] - die. In true Wonderland fashion I have also returned. I will not be in the clinic for the remainder of the week, and I'm sure both Liv and Mikan will have no problem aiding you medically if you require assistance.

I'm all right.

[ And she knows there could be questions, so she leaves herself open to the idea of rehashing things for the sake of getting to the bottom of what happened. ]

I would like to note that as of now, the entire...event, for lack of a better word, is one I keep turning over in my head, trying to make sense of it. There are no concrete answers, so if you've heard something blaming anyone, know that there is nothing to back it up as of now.

Thank you.
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[ Pepper looks a little harried today, but nothing serious. Her setting is an airy, modern-looking office type area - clearly part of her room that she's modified herself. ]

Is there anyone available to help me move something large and awkward through a doorway? Or out a window, I guess, I'm not picky.

[ Dare you ask? ]

voice;

Feb. 15th, 2018 11:10 am
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[Tchaikovsky is playing in the background.]

Can you really draw a definite line between good and evil? Given the opportunity, would you do something terrible, if you knew you could get away with it? Don't answer right away. Think about it. I can wait.
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[The kid on screen certainly looks like Kon, though it's obvious he's younger. His face is softer and rounder, his body not quite as bulky as it'll get once he starts to fill out. And then there's his costume. It's certainly something all right. Complete with earring, fade cut, and leather jacket, not to mention way too many non-functional belts.

But the attitude? The ego? Oh, that's all there.]


Hey, check it, it's like I can be my own personal publicity man. [He gives his most charming smirk.] 'Sup everyone? It's me, the one, the only, Superman. Well, maybe not only these days, but hey, clones as good as you're gonna get, right? Sure as hell better than the nerd with the yellow shades or the half-robot dude.

[And then there's the Man of Steel, who just chewed him out for getting a Daily Planet reporter killed with his recklessness. Superman can't really call himself better than him right now.]

Anywho, I may be super, but that doesn't mean I know everything, dig? Who wants to be a superhero to a superhero and explain where we are? If you're cute, I'll even throw in dinner. Maybe take you flying.

[He winks at the camera, then throws up a peace sign.]

Superman out.
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[the video feed opens to Wynonna sitting behind the bar, pouring herself a glass of whiskey before she speaks.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[and with that she tosses back the whiskey and then the feed shuts off.]

[Video]

Feb. 1st, 2018 02:26 pm
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[ The video clicks on to show Billy perched on top of a set of high bars in the training center. There’s something different about him, something that maybe can’t be identified right away- three years can be packed with a lot of changes. There’s a certain confidence about him, a more seriousness to his face (and some muscle he previously didn’t have. Someone clearly spent a nice chunk of time at the gym). He’s looking out at the room before his eyes find the camera. ]

This training center was set up three years ago by Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers. It was a place to train, to spar, to hone abilities that might be a little more than average. For a little while it was a place for the Avengers to train.... We’re sorta short on those lately. [ He pauses for a moment and then clears his throat, moving on. ]

Steve always took care of this place before he left, and I sorta started to afterwards, but I notice not a lot of people drop by anymore. I wanted to uh, just make people aware that it was here and that it’s equipped for anyone who wants to use it.

The punching bags are reinforced for super strength, there’s an aerial area for those of us who use flight. Obstacles courses, and training dummies, private sparring rooms in the back. There’s also the start of a simulation room that never actually got finished- if anyone is good with tech that wants to take a look at it by all means. There are also some moving target bots that could use a looking at if anyone is good with robots. [ He’s looking at you Tony Stark. ]

So yeah. It’s here. It’s open to everyone.

[ And one more personal thing. ]

Also, uh, I guess I’m back. Teddy said I was only gone for a week- so I guess that’s what that’s like huh? Did I miss anything?

[ For anyone who drops by, there is now a small easy to miss plaque just inside the doorway declaring the room to be the Rogers/Romanoff Training Center. ]
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[He starts the broadcast mid-afternoon—a choice of time as deliberate as the backdrop of Wonderland's tea rooms, easily recognized behind him. What's distinctly different, at least for those who know him, is that Rip appears without his typical facial hair. He's clean-shaven, beard and mustache absent, at least for the present.

His voice, however, remains unchanged as he makes one single statement.]


A question for those interested: what do you consider the proper way to take your tea?

[Yes, that's all. Certainly not the typical network fare of the day, nor what one might expect if they've spoken to Rip before, as any network post he's made in the past has been quite calculated.

Then again, given the look in his eye before the camera turns off? Perhaps there's something about this one that is deliberate as well.

In any case, he would be there for a time, enjoying a bit of black tea—sweetened with a touch of sugar, of course.]
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[It's been a nagging, trickling feeling in the back of her mind as the weeks in January pass, something she isn't fully willing to acknowledge at first. Klaus slips away without comment from her to the world at large because she isn't sure if many will miss him, and those that do will notice on their own. She stays quiet for the time being, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, but that changes when she wakes up and the wall that normally held a door to the common room that joined the two Mikaelson rooms is gone completely.

So not just Klaus, but also Caroline.

She then intended to do the dutiful thing and inform Damon and Elena, but the bar only seemed to turn up empty, and when she tried to text them, both messages were bounced back quickly. It's a disorienting feeling to find yourself suddenly absent of all the people you know from your own world, suddenly absent of being known, and she isn't entirely sure what to do with it.

It's funny. She had spent so much time alone in her life, you would think that she would be prepared for the inevitability of being alone again. Instead, it hits her like a sack of bricks and for the moment, she's glad she's alone in the bar, because that kind of vulnerability is not something she's prone to showing.

("There's always going to be a spell to do or an enemy to fight, but when all that's done, you deserve someone who gets you."

God, she misses Keelin.)

She spends a long time staring down neck of a bottle of tequila - not the same amount of time as her last drunken post, so she is slightly more coherent and sober than last time, but still obviously drunk.]


A question for you all, if you feel like getting a little existential:

Not this Christmas, but the Christmas before we had these ... dreams, I guess you could call them. More accurately they were probably visions or predictions of what we would become if Wonderland was allowed to continue to gnaw away at us, bit by bit. In those visions, we all had become ... residents, in a sense. We belonged to Wonderland, and what came before no longer mattered, no longer existed, because, presumably, we had forgotten it.

[Klaus had forgotten almost everything but Hope, and that had been a blow in and of itself.]

Or it had been stolen, depending on how you look at it.

[She's going somewhere with this, she promises.]

We're all here for indeterminate amounts of time, we don't know if we'll be fortunate enough to return home, or if we'll become like the residents where this is all we know. So in terms of a worst case scenario, do you think it would be better or worse to meet that final end? To be stuck here, still remembering who you are and the things that matter to you, or to forget it all, and only focus on the things you can change?

[Yep, it's time for depressing o'clock with Freya Mikaelson. She honestly is curious though.]

Does it make the question easier or harder to answer if you are here alone, with no one else from your world?

Inquiring minds would love to know.

[And with that she will disconnect and go back to her bottle.]

[VIDEO]

Jan. 28th, 2018 07:22 pm
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[ She'd spent her first couple of days lingering in the shadows. Not hiding or lurking, really, and maybe there's a chance you've seen her around, but she did her best to play observer -- to get a feel for the place and the people here. She goes into this skeptically, and by nature it's just hard not to, but it isn't long until she realizes Wonderland's residents are a lot like her.

It becomes a series of questions she needs to answer: who are they? Where are they from and what have they left behind? (And most importantly, because of what she's left behind, why are they here and how do they get back? She isn't satisfied with anything she is finding on that particular subject.)

For a moment, she is out of frame, cursing silently under her breath as she checks the device in her hand to make sure the video feed is on. Lois adjusts the device, holding it out so that her face is now in frame. ]


Okay. Okay. Here we go.

[ She coughs, clearing her throat, and runs her fingers quickly through her hair to tuck her hair behind her ears. Lois manages a pretty impressive "on air" presence, even if she's always been a little more interested in seeing her byline on the front page than she was in being on camera. ]

Hello, Wonderland. From the looks of things, you've all had a... rough week.

My name is Lois Lane and it looks like I will be joining you for the interim. I was hoping there would be a few of you willing to... share your experiences. Maybe help me fill in some blanks here?

We can communicate through... uh, this -- [ She shakes the device a bit, the video going a bit Blair Witch Project for a second. ] -- thing, but I am open to meeting in person for a cup of tea or something, if you'd prefer.
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[Dipper is... not enjoying this event. He's holding the camera close to his face, eyes darting furtively around him, but it's pretty clear the sugary beauty of fake-Mabelland has melted away leaving him in a nightmare zone.]

So, uh, hey guys. Sorry I haven't spoken up sooner, but I think this might be a double-us event? Cause like, me and Mabel felt really sick when we woke up at first and it took a little while to feel better. But yeah.

This looks a whole lot like the prison Bill, the triangle not the lizard, built for Mabel when he took over Gravity Falls and tried to destroy the world. You've probably already figured out it's gonna try and offer you whatever you most want to entice you not to want to escape. But it's all fake.

[A beat.]

Of course, when you acknowledge that it's fake, uh, there are some... consequences. [He turns the camera to show a rampaging Dippy Fresh, plus a few teddy bears that would be adorable if they weren't rotting with glowing eyes. How is cloth rotting? Some questions are not meant to be answered.]

So that's where the other side of the event comes in. These are our zombies. From Gravity Falls. The only way to defeat them? Is to sing. Yes, really. I know how it sounds. But I mean it, three part harmony will make their heads explode.

[He offers a strained smile.]

Good thing we have all these-- [He breaks off, frowning slightly. What are they called again?] Song... word machines, right?
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[here is Rocket.


Rocket is pissed off (not unusual).


Rocket looks like he has the worst headache known to man.]


I'm pretty sure this event is tryin' to blind me, which is fine, 'cause I'm already sick of lookin' at this crap.


[In the background, a bunch of adorable anthropomorphic animals skip buy, all of them wearing shirts, but no pants. Rocket yells behind him:] PUT ON SOME DAMN PANTS, YOU PERVERTS.


[Shuddering, he turns back to the group.] I don't know what this is about, but I know I don't wanna any part of it and- [he stares off-camera for a second, squinting.] Wait. Is that a throne made out of guns? That seems really dangerous... and yet.


[He looks back at the camera.] I'll be right back.


[He does not come right back.]

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[ The woman on the video today is very put-together. Her strawberry-blonde hair is pulled back from her face, her makeup is perfect and tasteful, and her nails are beautifully manicured as she holds up the brochure she found. She's clearly pretty comfortable in front of a camera, addressing an audience. ]

Hello. My name is Pepper Potts. I found this brochure, and I was wondering if this E. O'Connell is around somewhere? I wanted to thank them for making this - I was pretty scared when I showed up here, this answered a lot of my questions. It's been a while since I've read Carroll; is that creepy cat around somewhere?

[ She pauses a beat, and allows herself a little smile. ]

Also, the bit about not putting anything metal in the microwaves was good. I know a few people who might need to be reminded of that sometimes.
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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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How would you train something that you didn't understand? An ability/power/magic. If you wanted to get better at using it where would you start?
The obvious answer would be practice but it isn't that simple. Or nice to think about what that would mean.
If you can't do it at will how do you get better?

video

May. 5th, 2015 10:21 pm
handing: (looking on with worry)
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[It’s the sort of announcement no one desires to make, even if it’s not the worst brand of broadcast to be sent out over the network. Still, Pepper has to take a moment even after she turns on the feed, showing her along with Bucky standing just behind her. There’s no avoiding it, in the same way that there are no right words to temper the impact of what she has to say, what it could potentially mean for those still in Wonderland.

She just has to hope that the circumstances themselves offer enough hope to make the wait less of a weary one.]


Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff both have gone back home, although their possessions are still here. [Meaning that in a week’s time, the two should return. She tries not to think of what they might be coming back from, since all of them tend to be drawn from around the time of some major catastrophe back home.] We know they had taken on some responsibilities around the mansion, so…

[Now she glances back at Bucky, shifting the phone so the focus switches to him. Yet she’s watchful, ready to continue her thought should he need her to; after all, she can’t remember him making an announcement over the network like this since he came back from his own trip home.]


[ James schools his expression into something neutral the moment she begins the broadcast. He isn’t going to broadcast any uncertainties he might have over the network. He takes the phone from her hand when she’s finished, so he doesn’t need to loom over her shoulder. ]

So we think they’d want to see those responsibilities fulfilled, at least partly, even while they’re gone.

[ They may be gone for as little as a week, but there’s no telling what kind of shape they’ll come back in, if they come back at all. He takes a breath. ]

My name is Bucky Barnes. If you were taking combat lessons from Steve or Natasha and you’d like to continue through the week, feel free to contact me. If you were taking lessons from me several months ago and you’d like to start again, we can talk about that too.

My skillset is pretty specific, but I’ll do what I can to help with anything else.

[ He glances briefly at Pepper, and the broadcast ends there. ]



{{ooc: replies will come from Pepper and Bucky both!}}
nascensibility: just to find my way (I had to get lost)
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[A notoriously impatient woman who suffers from wanderlust - and therefore is often frustrated with the blasé, limited surroundings that Wonderland offers - Evelyn has taken the favourable springtime temperatures and applied them to familiar themes from home. "The season," a standard November-to-March period, most apropos for digs and tours on the Nile delta and the Sinai Peninsula, does not apply to Wonderland's climes and she has adapted suitably for the weather.

(Englishmen came to Egypt for a variety of reasons at the turn of the century, one understands, but it was primarily a country for "a young man with a sense of adventure" and Evelyn finds the inherent misogyny in such a statement wholly objectionable. As evidenced by her steadfast determination to make a name for herself in the archaeological sphere.)

Below the dunes and just out of reach of the high tide is a Bedouin tent, draped with rugs and fronted by a pair of stocky tables, some chairs, a chest, reams of paper and lanterns. For an intents and purposes the little structure (traded for a small memory) appears worn and authentic, enough that Evelyn was pleased with the construction and ease of operability.

Almost everything else has been a shambles lately aside from the recent bathhouse, why not attempt a good time to spite it?
]

Hallo!

It's finally warm! Not...well, perhaps not enough for a swim, but it's warm enough for walks and sporting-

[The desire for heat and sand burns in her.]

-and it's certainly warm enough for a little impromptu in situ work, so I've set up an encampment not far from the mansion. The, ah- the last time I conducted a dig was to assess the subterranean resources in the cave system - which, I should note, is still a complex amalgamation of geographically impossible strata and substrates - but I have yet to stick my trowel into our sedimentary seaside rock and thought it might be fun to grid out some areas and...see what I find, with an open invitation to any interested, budding archaeologists.

[Aware that digging in the sun and perspiring might not be everyone's cup of tea, though she can't understand why, Evelyn quickly amends with a bright smile:]

Barring that, I've still got a beached sloop that could stand a little use, so please feel free to contact me if you'd like to go sailing. I should be out here for the foreseeable future.
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[ a little while ago dean brutally murdered one demon king of hell, crowley, and hurt john blake in the process. before that, he murdered both his best friend and brother, and attacked a whole bunch of people once near and dear to him. today, thankfully, finds him doing something entirely different as dean addresses the network with a lazy smile on his face.

he’s looking way too pleased with himself, beer in hand and leaning against a familiar looking car... ]


This place is kinda morbid, right? Murders and fights and scheming going on left and right— leaves your head spinning even on a good day. So I figure I should try to shake things up a little, and offer something… uh, nicer to the public.

The female public, anyway. Here I’ve attached a collection of potential good times, so if you see your name and wanna have fun — which means get laid, for the less savvy people — then lem’me know. No strings attached, no flowers and chocolates bullshit. I’m easy like that.

[ he is a gift from god. and he promises no one will get murdered. unless they try something stupid. ]


attachment: dean's handy-dandy do list )

[ he never did say he hadn’t put down a few notes along with the names. ]

Now if you’re worried ‘cause your pretty little name ain’t on the list, fret not. If you’re easy enough on the eyes and old enough to know what fun is, get in contact.

[ s m i l e! and dean cuts the feed. ]


( ooc: note that some threads in this post might include heavy violence and/or dub-con/non-con type elements! read at your own risk. )
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[Like almost any time that Steve is making a solo broadcast, he's seated at the desk in his room. He's got the neutral yet firm look of a leader, which tends to be how he handles addressing the network. In this particular case, there's another reason for it. He can hide what he's really going through behind all of that authority.]

For anyone who knew Bruce Banner, the younger Bucky Barnes, or Peggy Carter, they've gone home.

[Home, which should be a good thing. And maybe it is, except that Bruce and Natasha had been happy here. Bucky's headed back into the middle of a war, and to something so much worse after that. And Peggy? Well, Steve is just relieved his voice didn't crack when he said her name.

He moves on quickly.]
I also wanted to talk about what happened with the memories getting swapped around. I didn't go through it, but it sounds like a lot of other people did. Between that and those old events coming back in different areas, it kind of seems like Wonderland's running a little haywire.

[He hasn't forgotten about the closets malfunctioning for a while there, either.]

Is there any kind of precedence for that stuff?

[Because it seems to him that they should be worrying about it.]

Anyway, I think that's all.

[He ends the feed there, but he'll be spending some time out and about for the rest of the day, either eating at the diner or taking Dodger on a long walk throughout the grounds.]
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When Pepper wakes on the 21st, she feels--lighter than she has in quite some time. Not that she can place the reason, but it's almost as if some nagging worry just isn't there anymore, somehow having resolved itself or even vanished while she slept. Whatever the reason for it, she tries to adhere as much to her normal routine as possible. Going to the gallery remains out of the question; a quick look on the third floor reveals that it's still a rundown hospital. But other things, like a morning workout or going to the library, or just checking in on friends to make sure the event hasn't harmed them, all those she can manage.

There's just one odd thing about it--or rather, odd and not already accounted for by what's happening in Wonderland. If anyone tries to get her attention by calling her nickname, they won't succeed. No, she's only answering to Virginia at the moment, and why wouldn't she? That's what she's been called her whole life.

==

Within a day or two, it's clear that something more has gone wrong than initially thought. It's almost an event within an event, but this is far more invasive than transformed rooms and objects falling from the sky. There is undeniable proof that she's forgotten things, crucial parts to her identity, and that terrifies her enough. Yet the more she thinks on certain events in her past, speaks to others, the more Pepper realizes that memories she thinks of as hers simply don't fit. So not only has part of herself been stolen, it’s also seemingly been replaced with bits from someone else. Luckily, she knows enough to piece together where to start, contacting James Potter just to confirm her suspicions. Of course, even after he directs her to Remus, she's not sure what she can actually do to fix this. Like so many other things that happen in Wonderland, this may just be something they have to endure until its end.

Still, she needs to speak to him, just to be certain she isn't wrong. And maybe it will help him too, to know for sure that his memories aren't lost--just temporarily misplaced.

==

Once they figure out just how to fix things, she'll spend the rest of her time seeking out the person who has her memories, but not without some hesitation. Of course she wants to get back those pieces of who she is; after days feeling like she doesn't even know her name, how could she not? But part of her can't help but dread what else she might discover. Wonderland hasn't taken only good memories, and not for the first time she looks down at her hands, normal colored flesh no one would think could glow as it had. What had it taken to turn her into such a thing, and is it something Virginia—Pepper, she reminds herself, could go through reliving?

Yet that's the very reason why she has to find whoever it is; no matter the details, no one else should be forced to carry their weight. So, a few days after the mansion has discovered the switching of memories, she makes an announcement over her journal:

“This may sound strange, but does remember being given a nickname that they—haven’t?”

There. One detail, not too personal, just to start her search. Hopefully someone answers and agrees to meet in person so she can discover the rest, or at least has some idea of whom she should be trying to find.
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[ Private to: MCU!Loki ]

brother to brother about brother )

[ Private to: the Avengers. non-MCU Avengers Thor has CR with are also welcome. ]

please don't kill him? )

[ Public, but locked from 616!Loki to the best of Thor's (not so terrible) abilities ]

Any here who know Loki... May we speak?


((ooc: action is also totally acceptable. Thor can be found pacing out in the gardens. He's not going to conduct any of these conversations ANYWHERE near a mirror.))

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Feb. 16th, 2015 12:26 pm
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[As with all of Bigby's videos, the air appears smokey which obscures the picture slightly. However, to the observant person, they will note that Bigby is not in his room (even though there is a terrible similarity). He sits at a desk with a large corkboard behind him. Some of the papers have names and dates on them - approximations of arrivals and departures from Wonderland. A large cabinet is off to the side. In fact, the room looks well worn and a bit familiar to those used to Bigby's messy but organized style.

Yes, this is the Sheriff's office he has been promising.

Want more of a visual? It looks something like this.]


I know I've been meaning to open up this office for some time now. Many things have happened in the meantime and it's either now or never. So, without further ado, welcome to the Wonderland Sheriff office. I'm Sheriff Bigby and until the time comes when we're organized enough to choose our own sheriff, I'll be heading this office.

If you want my resume - tough. You'll just have to trust me on this. I'm the man for the job.

I invite all of you to come by and check this place out. I know some of you expressed interest in lending a hand and I'll be more than happy to sign you up. There are a couple assignments I'd like to work out but I won't take up anymore of your time right now than I have to.

If you are in need of assistance, come by. Cases will be handled on a first come, first serve basis with some degree of importance considered.

Anything else, drop by. Office hours are from 10 am to 6 pm, investigations (and Wonderland chaos) permitting.

First floor - third office down.

[Bigby takes a long drag of his cigarette before reaching out and turning off the feed. The Sheriff is IN.]

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Feb. 14th, 2015 09:45 am
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Two things-

( Good morning Wonderland? She's in a good mood this morning. A very planning mood )

For anyone that has spoken to a mirror I'd like to ask about it. I'm looking to talk to one but not just any mirror, which is why I'd like to know experiences you've had.

( She's looking for a trustworthy one, or at least one that might help )

Secondly, as short notice as it is I'm throwing a party tonight. If you have someone you'd like to take it might be a nice evening for you both- ( Where is she going with this? ) -but if not I think you'll enjoy the night anyway.

( She is absolutely not going to be matchmaking people during the night nope!! )

Tonight, 7pm in the Ballroom. I hope you'll all be there. And if you have any mirror communication experiences I would appreciate hearing about them.

( ooc: log is here!!! )
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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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[Some citizens of Wonderland will be given a special treat today from the Archangel in the form of a slip of the thumb over the record option. He's not yet realized it either, he's too distracted by someone off screen. The expression he wears is one of surprise, like meeting an old friend you haven't seen in ages, though his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.]

Charlie. My but it's been a long time since Paradise Falls.

[The device drops to hang lazily at an upside down angle from his grasp near his leg so you get a view of the young woman who looks disgusted and none-too-happy to have met the Archangel in the hallway.]

Like you have any right to say that to me. Go to hell.

[In that moment the young, former waitress manages to catch the Archangel off-guard with some well-deserved karmic retribution in the form of a swift kick to the balls. Her bold, knee-jerk reaction is unexpected, so he'll give her that one. There's a gut-wrenching grunt of a noise as the air leaves his lungs and he crumples, dropping the phone in favor of grabbing himself and squeezing his knees in tight. He uses the wall as support as Charlie goes running for her life down the 10th floor hall, calling for help.

He wheezes, teeth grit for a few seconds as he glares after the young woman for a few heartbeats to recover. When he can breath he starts laughing, low at first then loudly. He'll then slowly push off the wall, hobbling a bit as he stoops to pick up his device and frown at it.
]

I hope you're all satisfied.

[He grumbles, realizing that was caught on camera and then turns the feed off.]

((ooc: Anyone on the 10th floor is welcome to hear that and poke their head out or come running or what not.))
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[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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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! ))
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[Gabriel is sitting pretty in an arm chair in his room, one leg crossed over the other at the knee as he addresses Wonderland. It's almost as if he hadn't gone on a murderous rampage, but really, we're not talking about that. It was the Event after all! It wasn't his fault. No need to bring it up right? He's comfortable and there's a glint of adoration, kind of in the way an adult would look at a child who's said something stupid but they're too nice to correct them. He'll just nod and smile, yes, you're right little ones, all is well and right in the world again.]

You humans are so amusing at times with your odd coping mechanisms, no one grieves or heals quite the same. I must say, for many of you the show must go on, but to fall from one horrific event into a large feast? Now that must take some strong stomachs. Tell me, did your celebration of the enslavement of a native race and theft of land go off without a hitch? I'm just dying to know.

[A look of mock embarrassment as he covers his mouth as if he's said a bad word. He seems almost honestly apologetic but the little quirk at the corner of his mouth tells you he's trying hard not to laugh.]

Sorry. Right, I forgot it was commercialized and made into a day of thanks and brotherhood long before the War. I suppose most of you can give thanks for being alive after recent events. Though, humor me won't you? What are you truly thankful for??

Private to Alex, Michael and William )
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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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