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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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[ the video feed comes on looking up at jesse. he's sitting with his chair leaning back against the wall, feet up, device resting on his leg. he's not nearly as relaxed as he may look however(fake it until you make it??). he's seen and experienced some weird shit in his life so really, waking up in wonderland doesn't even place in his top ten. no his problem is more with the fact that he's here, and tulip is back in new orleans bleeding out ]

I've been hearing a bit about these closets. [ he knocks on the door of the closet just off-screen next to him ] I hear they can conjure up just about anything. That true? [ 'just about anything' doesn't mean 'anything' so ] What's the limit? What kinda things will I and won't I be able to make it give me?

[ he tried testing the closet out with a pack of cigarettes. dream big, preacher ]

And anything else worth knowing about Wonderland?
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[personal profile] krmvgivv
Hey everyone! Dipper, here.

[Dipper is sitting on a table in the library, books stacked around him as well as in the chair that some might argue he should be in. But where's the fun in that?]

I've been thinking a lot about the whole "fiction" thing. You know, how some people here are fictional to some other people? I mean, Alice, for one thing, and the whole Wonderland thing, but then there are the fairytale people and the superheroes and the DDMD people and I dunno, all kinds of people. Which is weird, right? But it gets weirder.

[He clambers off the table and turns the camera to reveal a cork board that holds three posters for some of his favorite shows: Tiger Fist, Ghost Harassers, and Duck-tective.]

This is all stuff from my world that, as far as I can tell, doesn't exist in any other world. That might not seem weird, but I've been comparing with Wirt. A lot of other worlds do share media.

[Under his posters, he pins three other posters: Six Million Dollar Man, Ghostbusters, and a piece of paper that just reads "A bunch of non-duck related Sherlock Holmes adaptions."]

But some things my world does share!

[He slaps an Alice in Wonderland poster in the middle across both rows of images.]

So what does it mean? I mean, I'm not an idiot. Pretty sure when you come from a place where the only media you share with other worlds is public domain, it means you're probably pretty fictional yourself. But no one's actually recognized me as fictional, so I guess I'm probably, you know. A really high quality, cult classic type thing. Way too cool for most people to have heard of.

[That's the only reason he's not famous, obviously. His book or movie or whatever couldn't possibly be bad.]

Anyway, I guess I wanted to see if we could identify any patterns here? [He tugs all the images down and starts pinning up pictures he's taken of various people in Wonderland. He pulls a ball of red yarn from his pocket. He's ready to go full mystery board here.] Have you ever been told you're fictional? Have you recognized anyone from fiction? Do you want to have a Ghost Harassers marathon with me?

...that was a joke. But also let me know if you do.
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[ A few months ago, Tony Stark claimed that his iron legion was only going to be used to defend the people of the mansion. Apparently, they're useful for other things too. The man is in a room - not his own, but a room nonetheless; behind him, the robots are hanging decorations in red, white and blue. Surely the man is using them to help people celebrate the Fourth of July, right?

So why on earth did he ask for an exaggerated looking cake with the number 100 on it? ]


So, he's not going to tell you guys this because he's so shy but Cap is turning one hundred today and I'm here making sure the day is memorable.

[ it's going to be if one is to judge according to the posters of bald eagles the iron legion robots are hanging everywhere. has the man broke into captain america's room? it would seem so. ]

So I figured I'd tell you all so you can wish him a happy birthday. I have some of his best work on my iPad so I'm going to upload them just because I'm nice like that and while I do you guys can answer the following poll.

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 1


What would you like to wish Captain America for his 100th birthday?

View Answers

Get rid of the beard
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Shave
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Lose the beard
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Prune and trim
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All of the above
1 (100.0%)

🕷 Video

Jul. 2nd, 2018 07:30 pm
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[personal profile] stickingplaces
What’s up Wondernet?

I’m Peter -- Parker. I guess that's a name some of you might know already. If that's you then, uh, hi, those people.

[Peter gives a tense little wave as though he's waiting for something terrible to happen. He's been a little slow to make himself known on the network - because he's pretty sure he was technically grounded for the last little while? He probably still is.

But also, there used to be another Peter Parker in Wonderland - an older Peter with better shoulders. He has the impression most people probably knew that guy. So that’s awkward, right? Worse still, the other Peter wore his super-identity super-openly, so now there’s a very real chance that someone's about to out Peter as Spider-Man to absolutely everyone. It's not something he was rushing to invite on himself.]


I have a question for you. I mean, for all of you.

[Now Peter re-positions a little, setting himself up to face the camera more centrally. It seems like he’s satisfied with the framing for a few seconds there but nope, guess not, because he picks the camera up and sets it on something above his head height. That’s better. No disasters so far. He's looking more relaxed.]

Okay yeah. So what’s one, small, inconvenient thing you have to do every day that just... bugs you?

[He reaches forward and adjusts the camera again. Was it tilted sideways a bit before? Because now it is.]

Obviously there's a whole lot of really terrible things about being here - you can probably think of a couple of those - but I’m not talking about being spied on through your mirror or waking up in an alien prison or anything like that. Just the little annoying things. I guess they don’t even really have to be specific to Wonderland. Something like, going to bed but forgetting to turn the light off, because then you have to get up again but you were just getting comfortable…

Stuff like that.

[God he used to hate when that happened. Used to, that is, because now he has spider-webs. Versatile, versatile spider-webs.]

Oh! And what’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever taken out of a closet?

[He wonders for a moment whether he should specify magical-wonderland-closet, but actually, it’s probably more interesting if he leaves it up to interpretation.]

So I guess that's two questions.
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[personal profile] morethan084
[After her pretty intense conversation with Fitz last week, Daisy has only grown more concerned for his well being. So when he ends up disappearing again, this time without any warning, she really panics. So it's not long until she comes onto the network hoping that someone might have seen him.]

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

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

If anyone knows anything please contact me or Jemma. For anyone who doesn't know him, this is what he looks like.
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[personal profile] livemoore
Seems like as a good a time as ever to start questioning everything, right?

[ Liv is sitting at a desk in her room, tank top and pajama pants on, legs crossed underneath her in a chair. ]

So, I've been thinking about something. For those of you who haven't been here for the past five months or so: hi, I'm Liv, and I'm a zombie. Here's a handy link to my archived message about it:

[ guesswhatimdead.pdf ]

Moving on, my specific brand of zombie-ness is a virus: if you get bitten or scratched you get sick and then you die and then you turn, no exceptions. What I'm realizing here, in Wonderland, is that no one gets sick. Seriously, I volunteer in the clinic and no one's showed up with so much as a cold. No flu, no food poisoning, nothing. I was also looking at past network messages and there was a pregnant woman here once. Her pregnancy never advanced, ever. So, time is moving, it obviously is, because the seasons change and somehow we're all aware of when it's Thanksgiving or Christmas. Whatever. We literally counted down the new year. And yet, time isn't moving because things like aging obviously don't happen.

Illnesses and viruses don't spread.

[ Finally, the point. ]

I know that for some of you from zombie worlds if you die you'll come back, but you're already sick, whatever virus is from your world is already in you, it's already progressed to a point where you'd turn if you died. But that still means to spread it, me or anyone from a zombie world have to actually make you sick. I'd have to scratch you or bite you, and then the actual illness would have to set in: fever, chills, feeling like your bones are glass. But if illnesses never progress, then hypothetically, it can't spread. Right?

[ Which would be great for her because what she's leaving out is that if she ever slept with anyone here, she'd turn them into a zombie that way, too. ]

I don't really have a way to test it, I wouldn't ask anyone to risk a death on research, but I'd be interested in hearing your thoughts about it.
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[personal profile] directed
[Wednesday sees Rip—on a boat! A boat and a bar, to be precise. Anyone is free to find him there. But even if they don’t, they might still speak to him. Only they won’t necessarily know it’s him, as he sets up his text to be anonymous:]

Now that our happy little “war” has come and gone, let’s move on to other things, shall we? I bake things. Cakes, specifically. With preparations no longer taking up so much of everyone’s time, I’ve got hours to fill. Thus, an opportunity for you, the random citizen of Wonderland.

If you would like something made especially for you, let me know. I’ve ample practice in both cooking and decoration, and I’m rather good at it should I say so myself. The one catch is that I’d prefer not to make my identity public. Personal reasons, you all understand. Or you don’t, but that won’t change my mind.

Now then. Ask away as you will.


[Spoilers, he was drunk at the time of this posting.

More spoilers? He’s going to be drunk on Thursday too. But since the bar on the boat closes eventually, Rip does end up back at the mansion. There may even be food involved at some point, should anyone want to find a potentially water-logged British man making demands of the cabinets in the kitchen--though not for nachos. Oh no. His once go-to drinking snack has been forever associated with someone else, and he’s trying not to feel at the moment, thank you.

There’s also the fifth floor bar, where Rip heads with a bit of trepidation. He’s a touch more somber there; more watchful than he cares to admit of the entrance, and those who pass by it. It’s foolish, really. They’ve already had their talk. Why would he expect to catch glimpse of Steve Rogers on the fifth floor now?

Why would he be there still. So many hours—a whole night later.

It’s late in the evening before he thinks better of it, finally, and returns to his room for the night. Late before he drops down onto his bed to stare up at the ceiling, dizzy with drink, and wait for exhaustion or alcohol or whatever other forces remain at play to let him drift into unconsciousness.

He doesn’t expect anyone will come calling.]


[[ooc: So Rip has two open posts! For anything on the boat please go here, anything after that can go in this one. I’m also open to have him found elsewhere should anyone want him! He’s just going to be sad and miserable for a bit. :c]]
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[ The camera turns on to show piercing blue eyes, blonde hair and a serious face, he may be familiar to some people, he may not be. He’s not concerned with that. He’s all business right now. He does make it a point to show enough of the grounds for people to know where to find him, the edge of the gardens, the lake at his back.]

This is Steve Rogers.

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

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

[ With a nod he turns off the device and waits. Who he needs will come to him and anything else he can glean from this place is good. ]
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[personal profile] alltheways
[The Red Queen is not smiling. Her hands are folded in front of her, her expression serious, almost hard.]

My dear Real Things, I have a request.

[She raises a hand as though reaching out for the hand of another, appealing to anyone watching.]

It seems that my sister’s battle lust will not be satisfied without a fight. Despite my wishes otherwise, I must implore you to help me. However, I do not want to force you.

[And she could, one way or another, if she had to.]

I would like volunteers to assist me. But I must be honest: this time, I cannot guarantee your safety. This is not a challenge to take on lightly. As much as I abhor the idea, I may need you to fight for me.

[She folds her hands again, her expression saddened.]

I will do all that I can to protect you, whether you fight for me or not.

[Note: If you have volunteered your character, you can either respond here to ICly volunteer or handwave a conversation with the Red Queen about volunteering. Characters who were not OOCly volunteered within the allotted time frame can still respond to this post; just be aware that late volunteers will not be accepted.]

video;

May. 11th, 2018 04:55 pm
eatsyourscience: (mama didn't raise no fool)
[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Souji's sitting in the grass somewhere on the grounds. A fat gray dragon about the size of a schnauzer with very useless little wings is wandering around behind him. He's looking back at her before turning to the camera with a pensive expression.]

If this war turns out to be an actual war, what should we do about our pets?

[He figures they'll just have to be kept out of the way, but it worries him. He's had that dragon for over five years now, and she was a gift from someone important. He's sure everyone else with a pet feels the same way.]

Should we...I don't know, designate someone to look after them?
kryptomight: (all my hot pockets are gone. .)
[personal profile] kryptomight
I'm. So. Mad!!

( his voice is loud and high-pitched, angry but more flustered than anything else. jon's careful not to let his tone raise too much--there's no need to shatter everything around him--but he's not quiet, either. sometimes you've just gotta yell!! )

What's--what's the point of all of this?! Why does this place gotta be so--mean?! My dad was here and now he's not, my best friend was here and now he's not, I made--I made friends and now they're gone!! Everyone a-always gets hurt and it's so unfair. I hate it! I--I wanna go home. . I wish this place would just go away for forever.
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[personal profile] spiritofgoodness
[ Snow hasn't slept since she woke up. For the first time in so long, she's had nightmares about the burning room in the Netherworld, of being trapped in flames the way she was during the sleeping curse. So, she simply isn't going to sleep until she can talk to Regina and see about some kind of potion or magic that can put her under without having to dream of anything at all. Hopefully, something like that exists.

But this means that she's dwelling on what happened. Her death in protecting Emma, the fact that her daughter was indoctrinated anyway. And that leads her to late night texting. ]


For those of you that have family here, how do you deal with the idea that you can't always protect them?

[ It's not a concept that's new to Snow. She held her newborn in her arms for all of thirty seconds before putting her in a wardrobe that took her so far away. Snow has fought magic, ogres and Lost Boys for her daughter but this time she failed. This time, she couldn't keep the worst from happening. ]

I realize it's a broad question. But I'm not sure I've ever thought I couldn't protect my daughter before. Not until the past few days happened. Maybe I just needed to get the words out. It's much easier to type them than to admit them out loud.
selfworthbitches: (done with your shit)
[personal profile] selfworthbitches
Hey.

[Mazikeen is spinning a wickedly curved blade in her hand, reclining in one of the tea-room chairs like it's her own personal throne.]

I hear there's a war coming. I hope some of these Mirrors provide at least something of a challenge.

[But her hopes aren't high. She hasn't been in Wonderland very long and already she's bored. Nothing's tried to kill her in the entire week she's been here. How's a girl supposed to have a good time?]

Anyway, thought I'd offer my services. You want to get prepared for the war? Come to me. I'll beat you up. [A beat.] I mean train you. Whatever. Once you learn pain you'll be prepared for anything these Mirrors have to offer.
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[personal profile] deathlessness
[Hey look it's Freya Mikaelson! And for once, she's not drunk on the network! It's an April miracle.

But no really, she's sober and on the network and being all business like because this is a business related thing! She's sitting in the magic library, ]


So with the departure of Billy Kaplan, maintenance of the Magic Library and Training Room has passed to me. With the war coming, I thought it was best to remind the magic users of the castle that it exists, and is here for all your research and practice needs. There's also a fairly hearty stock of spell supplies as well.

[She would have had this announcement made sooner, but she was in the process of cataloging everything so that she knew what was there for when people started asking her.]

I also have been practicing witch craft for a very long time, and spend most of my time here, so if you have any questions or are looking for something specific, please feel free to ask. I promise you, I likely need the distraction.

[And then, to wrap up:]

The library is on the first floor, room twenty four. Anything else, you know where to find me.

[And with that, Freya out.]
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[personal profile] mucked
No decent person wants a war. However, after the carnival's not-so-Grand Finale, we may not have much of a say in the matter. I propose a spot of basic training. It won't be the first boot camp I've supervised.

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

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

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

[ and then she waits, leaving the feed open and steeling herself for inevitable conversation. sharp-eyed observers might realize this is the first time peggy carter has addressed the network publicly since her arrival. and back then, ten months ago, it had been via text only. it seems the threat of a war on the horizon has turned her uncommonly chatty. ]
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[personal profile] cursebreaking
[Emma has had some time to get used to Wonderland at this point, but it's a more significant change that has her shooting a message to the network today. Having her memories back recolors her first two months in this place, and even though her manners still aren't the greatest, she cringes at the memory of how many people she'd hung up on or turned away on that first day here.

Granted, she had been a panicked mother separated from her son in a situation that had been impossible for her to wrap her head around at the time— but she knows that people had been trying to help. She appreciates that, now that she's herself again.]


This is a little overdue, but I wanted to apologize for the way I acted when I first showed up a little while back. I was panicked, and freaked out, like anyone else would be, but I remember that there were people who tried to tell me that I'd been here before. At the time, I wasn't myself. I couldn't remember who I really was. I don't remember my previous stay in Wonderland, but I remember everything else. Magic, Storybrooke, all of it.

That won't mean a lot to all of you, but I know it will ring a bell for some. If you tried to help me on that first day and I shut you down or hung up on you, then I'm sorry. I wasn't able to appreciate it then, but I do now.

I do have a request. If there's anyone here who does remember me from Wonderland, even just a little bit of when I was here before, I'd like to fill in a few of the blanks, if I can. Every little bit helps.

Thanks.

- Emma Swan
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[personal profile] redheadpepper
[ 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? ]
kryptomight: (regret weighs so much.)
[personal profile] kryptomight
Hey, Wonderland.

I know some of you were super excited to see Superman around, but... he went home a few days ago.
I waited a little while to say anything, because I figured he might come back, but he hasn't.

Wiccan was looking to put together a team of superheroes here in Wonderland, too.
Does anyone have any good ideas for a team name? I guess "Super Friends" isn't cool enough. I think I'll make a poll later with the best ones.
And do any superheroes out there maybe want to join in?
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[personal profile] livemoore
[ When Liv appears on the screen, she's in a nice off-white sweater with a hint of gold sparkle to it, full face of makeup and nervously smiling. She gives a wave, then lets out a breath she's been holding. ]

I have a confession. And some of you know. Some of you who know me don't know, and everyone else...

[ She pauses, looking down a little. Is this the right thing? Hell if she knows. It's not like she's in a place the size of Seattle. Maybe now's the time to just come clean. ]

The rest of you don't need to know but uh...at this point if someone found out by word of mouth I feel like it'd suck more, so.

My name is Liv. I've been living here since the summer. And...I'm a zombie.

[ She pauses for a beat. ]

Obviously from a different zombie world than the rest of you. I'll answer your questions now: Yes, I eat what you think I eat but the closet provides it for me. I only act like the maniac you'd expect when I'm hurt unexpectedly and then I'm super strong and just kind of...grunty. But I can help, I do help. I've saved people. I've died here. Yes, I'm technically dead right now, but I still look great?

I guess those are the hard-hitting questions. If you have any others I'll be here to answer them.

Please don't try to kill me. I'll just come back.

So I guess that's it. Now you all know, and I can breathe easier. Ish. Well, not breathe. Whatever, you know what I mean.
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[personal profile] redheadpepper
[ 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.
choosetruth: (you're getting too old)
[personal profile] choosetruth
Along with a mansion made of gingerbread, this Christmas brought us a party with an unknown host. Tame by Wonderland Christmas standards, but still perplexing.

[A picture of the invitation is embedded.]

Both the Queen of Hearts and the Red Queen thought the other was responsible for the party, and denied their own involvement.

[A clip of their argument is embedded.]

The party included a donation box collecting memories for an unknown cause. The party host has yet to come forward, so there is no way of ascertaining whether they provided the box or not.

[There are photos of both sides of the card. The donated word itself, of course, will not stick in the mind of anyone who gave it up.]

I placed a bug and tracker in the box. The tracker stayed in location for a while, then moved rapidly away from the ballroom before the signal stopped working. The bug did not pick up any noises that would pinpoint an identity or location.

There is another player at work here, one who also uses the heart symbol and appears to have power enough to rival the two known queens.

The White Queen would be a suspect, but her death has been confirmed by the Cheshire Cat and the Red Queen. Are there other Queens out there? "None that I'm aware of," stated the Red Queen. "But it is possible there could be others. Anyone who reaches the eighth square can become a Queen. Even Alice could become a Queen." When pressed on what precisely the eighth square is and who qualifies as "anyone", she refused to provide details. The Queen of Hearts refused to comment.

The only one of Wonderland's more permanent cast to make an appearance at the party was the Duchess, whose head is now reattached to her body. Although she didn't make an appearance, one of our residents wanted to be certain the Red Queen knew she'd be welcome if she chose to attend.


[There's an image of Frisk next to a red banner with silver letters reading WELCOME BACK RED QUEEN!!!!]
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[personal profile] thecourier
[Dan looks tired. When the video comes on he rubs the tips of his fingers briefly against his forehead, then straightens up. Behind him, the rooms he shares with Evelyn are laid out, unchanged to anyone who knows what they look like.]

So, uh. [A quick, soft breath escapes him.] Not wantin' t' panic anyone, but--

[When he started this, he was sure it would be easier than this. The man is clearly more distressed than he's letting on.]

Evie, she-- went out, some time this mornin'. Early. She... ain't been back an' she ain't answerin' her phone. If someone's seen 'er t'day... Lemme know. I, uh...

[Damn it.]

It ain't normal fer 'er t' go silent on me like this.
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[personal profile] wriggedywrecked
[Rick is here, and he's looking annoyed, which is pretty normal for him. What probably isn't normal is the reindeer antlers sprouting from his head. Also the several-dozen empty glass cases behind him in his lab.]

So I was running some tests on those m-mind control cookies annnnnd...

Long story short, there's about forty rats running around the mansion. They're harmless. Th-They're basically just gonna sing carols at you. At least two of them are singing that Adam Sandler Hanukkah song, and I have n-no idea where they got that one, everyone fucking hates Adam Sandler. Couldn't even fucking pick The Maccabeats or something.

Hey Pixar, sh-shoot me an email if you want the rights to the Jingle Rats. Or Dreamworks. Fuck, I'll even sell it to those pieces of shit at Illumination. Minions movie cashout, here I fucking come.

[He takes a drink from a huge glass of eggnog, which is probably mostly rum.]

Anyway, don't eat the cookies unless you want some whimsical, mindfucky bullshit to happen to you.
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[personal profile] nascensibility

[NYE_Invitation.jpeg]


[Bright and early the morning of December 8th, crisp, embossed invitations will be delivered to every resident in Wonderland - provided that they have a door to deliver to - and for those who might have missed the physical missive, convenient digital copies were sent just as well.

Hosting some sort of holiday fête these last few years has become something of an anticipated exercise in planning and Wonderland tradition, as it were, for Evelyn. While she has never strictly moderated the dress code she does think it would be nice to see people in their best when ringing in the new year, hence the gentle suggestion in terms of attire, but she hardly expects it to be adhered. Black tie is more aspiration than reality.

The public address also serves as a reminder to her that two months have passed since her last network-wide announcement regarding far less savoury subjects, but Evelyn committed to the project and she isn't going to stop no matter how uncomfortable it makes others and herself.
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I, ah-

[Predictably she is at her desk, rifling through unconventional work (arrangements for the upcoming party, a series of notes regarding gifts she needs to acquire for other residents, and the like).]

I hope that by now you have all received the invitation I left - if not, I've attached it to this recording - regarding the soirée I intend to hold on New Year's Eve, Wonderland willing, I know things are unpredictable here. But I very much hope to see residents in attendance, because as I'm certain many will agree, we could use some levity.

[Evelyn takes a deep, businesslike breath and exhales shortly, reaching for a pen. An empathetic creature at heart, it is difficult for her to demand information from people when she knows that the information itself is hurtful, traumatic.]

...in considerably less festive news I should like to remind residents that I am still keeping track of lost lives. Please contact me if the last couple of months have been unkind.

[One last reassurance:]

I'll be here.
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[ there's some noise behind tony today, hammers and drills working in the background. let your eyes adjust to the image and you might see robots putting pieces into other, newer robots and they all seem to be wearing...santa hats. he seems on the verge of saying something when two others fly through the window. ]

do you mind giving us a moment?

[ at once, they all seem to stand still. he shakes his head. honestly. ]

These are what I call the Iron Legion. There are only ten of them. You might see them flying over the grounds. I send them to examine the terrain. The point is creating a virtual map and making sure it's all quiet out there. They also have some protocols for times of emergency. They can help people find ways of the mansion in case we'll ever need to evacuate.

[ he looks behind him ]

except you, I might just take you apart.

[ it's spoken to the robots; well, to one of them who keeps rustling in the background. ]

they're not armed, they're not here to hurt you, they aren't going to try and interact with you unless you need help. Please don't try to interact with them or shoot them out of the sky, it's kind of important they'll stay in one piece. Look, they're even themed for the holidays.

[ aren't the hats cute? guys? ]

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[It's been—hell if he knows, truth be told. Minutes or hours or a bloody eternity sitting outside his own door, hearing the sounds of a battlefield in his memory, seeing the sight of them every time he closes his eyes. But the better part of him, the smarter part, the one that demands he be better has had the time needed to reason through what he knows. To recall the strings pulled to make the deaths of his family a reality, the betrayals and the lies, and the manipulations allowed by a machine Rip should be able to name, but can't.

The forgotten word.

There can be no one else responsible for this. It's simple logic, really. Three from their world, an experiment in the room done--nothing much; just long enough to punch one of Savage's troops but no action beyond that. He doesn't go down the path that only ever leads to one end. Just stays there long enough to be sure, before going back out, dropping into his spot, meaning to pick up his phone.

It's not a broadcast he cares to make. And he doesn't have to, the selfish part of him reasons out. But this event isn't just about the memories at play; it's far worse.]


By now I'm sure everyone's aware of the—alterations that have been made to our rooms. [Voice only; Rip doesn't feel like showing his face on the network. He's tired, though; that much can't be hidden.] Some of you may also have surmised that you can effect some manner of change to those events. Alter how they play out, and to that end you might well be tempted to try and change their outcomes.

Don't. [Steel finds its way into his voice now; resolve, though not for the sake of the warning.] No matter what you do, the end results will remain as they are. This event comes from my world, and one lesson: time wants to happen.

[And it's such a funny feeling, as he told Raymond once, to know the universe itself wants his family dead.

There are more details. Ones on the tip of his tongue and that's odd, that compulsion to say them. He doesn't really make note of it, however, instead uttering out one more thing before the feed abruptly ends.]


I am sorry.
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[She very much debates sending this. It isn't her style, not after the losses she's endured, not after the way this place takes, and takes, and takes, so much that it becomes commonplace, that she should find herself numb to it. Evelyn doesn't particularly anticipate replies; people go missing every day.

Her son's room is entirely empty. Evelyn knows what it means.
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If anyone sees a tow-headed boy, eight years old, please contact me.

His name is Alex.

E. O'Connell
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[It's video, this time, because lucky you. He's calling people out, and if he expects them to show their face to him, least he can do, he figures, is start off that way himself. You see what you get here, Wonderland. To make it all civilized and shit, he's in the Tea Room. ]

So.

I hear dying here makes you some Big Fucking Problem or something. And yeah, I know, there's some database/spreadsheet/accountant shit you're making to log all this.

But, it strikes me, that any one of you can lie. And if you come back as a big fucking problem, you're definitely going to lie.

[He can handle big fucking problems, if it comes to it, but they don't need to know that. Some can probably figure that shit out, though, if, you know, they got eyes here.]

So, yeah. Gonna need to talk to... [He looks down at a written list for a second.] right.

Dan Palmer. Sam Winchester. Souji Seita [Yeah, he probably butchers the pronunciation of that last one. And they can probably figure out why he wants to talk to them. ]

You know where to find me.

((OOC: anyone else welcome to respond/action/peanut gallery/whatevs, too. Come at him, bro!)).
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ok but I'm assuming there's a welcoming committee? I'd just like to say that I haven't been introduced to the welcoming committee and also, I'm assuming there's a brochure somewhere, something along the lines of 'welcome to wonderland here are 101 ways to get high'?

didn't get that either.

so that said, i'm going to compile a list of every question you must have heard a thousand times before.

✘ this pocket universe is inspired by carrol's wonderland. duh. any signs of a portal? anything?

✘ are the mirrors creepy in a 1984 way or in a creepy-girls-WILL-climb-out-at-night way? super important.

✘ where are the EAT ME and DRINK ME stuff? because I had cookies three hours ago and I'm reporting no change in size. Where do I file a complaint?

✘ how many people's heads have been offed? is that a thing?

✘ is there really a high caterpillar? because meeting the guy's on my bucket list.

✘ HAVE all of the mansion's horses and all of its men tried to put Humpty together again?


also fyi if you see a guy in a flying suit of armor that's just me. don't shoot, it never ends well and also it gives me a serious electromagnetic headache.

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