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[Rick is standing in the front door to the library, drinking from a hip flask, which he pockets as soon as he gets the recording to work.]

Alright, motherfuckers, g-get ready for a bullshit walking tour of the new and improved library. Gonna keep this brief because I barely give a fuck a-about any of this. You can direct all questions d-directly to my ass.

[He burps loudly, then turns his phone around and opens the door. The library within looks...for the most part unchanged. It's still the old style and the old set-up of chairs and tables and stuff. You can practically smell that good book stink through the video. The most immediately noticeable difference is that it's now populated with a bunch of smallish robots. Most of them are glorified roombas, scooting along the carpet looking all adorable and all. The others are a bit larger and look like mobile trashcans with arms, and appear to be restocking shelves. They're surprisingly quiet for robots--no beeping or whirring.]

Okay, as you can see, d-didn't have to change much. Basically just kept everything as it was and added on to it. The robots do cleaning and reshelving a-and other bullshit menial tasks, and they're d-designed to be quiet and unobtrusive. Until some fucker comes in who isn't quiet and unobtrusive, then they're authorized to drive said fucker out. They h-have tasers.

[He doesn't sound like he's joking.]

[Rick then turns down a hallway and walks a bit, robots scooting out of the way as he goes. He opens a door to what appears to be an insanely advanced computer lab, though there are still some microfilm and newspaper viewer things in one of the corners.]


Computer room, whatever. S-Server room is in the back. Don't bother the server robots. They bite. A-Anyway, if you can get any computer games from the closets or whatever, these machines w-w-will run anything. They already have Solitaire, Freecell and Minesweeper installed.

[Rick then turns and walks back toward the middle of the library, where there's a big ol' desk. It has a placard on it that says "Security Desk."]

So, what's running all the systems in the library is a hyper-advanced AI. Sh-She'll be in charge of security. She can deal with any p-piece of shit who tries to damage the library or damage other people in the library. Assuming she sticks around during events, sh-she can also lock the place down and turn it into a safe zone. But except during emergencies, the library is a no fire and no weapons zone. Light a fire, even a f-f-fucking match, or brandish a weapon, and she'll put a stop to it. Sh-She's authorized for murder. There are military-grade defenses embedded in the wall and c-ceiling and she won't hesitate to use them if she or the library feels threatened.

To demonstrate...

[Rick shifts the camera around to face him and the desk, then digs into a pocket for a book of matches. He strikes one with his free hand. An instant later, a somewhat ghostly blue hologram of a vaguely female human appears behind the desk. When she speaks, it's with a suspiciously familiar voice.]

"Sir, I must request that you immediately extinguish your open flame, or you will be forced to do so."

[Rick licks two fingers and pinches out the match. The hologram lady smiles.]

"Thank you for your prompt cooperation. Please enjoy the library. Friendly reminder: I am watching you."

[The hologram disappears and Rick clears his throat.]

Her name is E-L. Don't fuck with her. D-Don't try to hack her, either. She's authorized to brick whatever machine you use to try, and/or murder you.

Lastly, the new official librarian is around here s-somewhere. He's that pony guy, Sunset Whatever, S-Sun something. Sundial. I don't fucking know. Y-You can ask him for further details.

That's it. Library officially updated. Rick out.
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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. ]

Video; 001

Jun. 10th, 2018 01:40 am
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[Armin is used to exactly three forms of communication: person-to-person, in writing, and via smoke signals. This concept of being able to communicate via a communicator and being able to reach everybody at once in the Mansion? Yeah, that had needed some explanation. And he still feels he barely understands it, but he ought to make an attempt at it.

So, when he appears on screen, he looks a little awkward, the camera maybe a tiny bit off, and his words sound stiff. Like he rehearsed them. Which... is actually exactly what he did. He doesn't want to make an idiot out of himself. At least he didn't write them out before hand. Much.]


I hope I am using this right. Jean said I could talk to everybody using this device, though I don't really understand how that is possible. He said this sort of technology isn't uncommon in other worlds though.

[Don't start to ramble.]

Either way, uhm. I thought it was best to introduce myself. I'm Armin Arlert. I woke up here a few days ago. I come from the same world Jean comes from, though I am not sure how many of you know him. Or how much he has told you about our world...

[Right. Anyway.]

There is actually something I wanted to ask. Jean told me there is a library here. Can anyone just borrow books from it, or is there someone I should speak to? I'm not really certain how things work here. I don't have any money but I can work.
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[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.]
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[The camera opens on Shepard, a mirror of her last broadcast just a few days ago, but something is obviously, greatly wrong.

Shepard stands again, in full armor and loadout, but this time outside… in a familiar place in the Hills. As she focuses in on the camera in front of her, anyone viewing can see cracks in her face glowing a deep blue, and splinters out from her eyes in rips of circuitry. She may look possessed, completely unlike herself, but the silhouette is unmistakable. And despite Wonderland’s lack of weather, the sky seems darker, the mood more grim as she finally speaks.]


Alright, Wonderland. There’s gonna be a change of plans.

[She gestures wide to the structure behind her, black obsidian crashed into the hillside.]

This? Isn’t ending. You’ve got no ships, no weapons, nowhere to hide. We will tear this world apart. I’ve seen these things level planets in hours- you think you have a chance?

[Suddenly, the background behind her starts to shake and stir, a vibration not unlike something waking up from a long, long sleep.]

You’ve got a choice, here. Give in quietly, and make yourself useful to the cause of the cycle of the universe. Live. Or run, and fight, and die. I’d say it’s your call. But you know what?

[The ground shakes, and the Reaper rises, the sound of it seeming to shake the foundations of the world. Shepard takes her sniper rifle, pointing directly to the camera, until only the barrel of her gun is shown.]

I think I like it when you run.

[The bullet goes through the device, and the transmission cuts.]

[ooc: This is for anyone who wanted to fight Shepard on day 5! She already has someone set up to kill her, but feel free to leave reactions, taunts, or action threads to find her running around!]
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[Less than an hour after the Reaper crash lands in the Hills, Shepard is on the network.

She starts the video much more seriously than her other broadcasts, in full armor with guns visible on her back. Unlike her usual smiles, she looks utterly, incredibly serious, holding her sniper rifle plenty visible. For all of the jokes and encouragement she’s given the Mansion before, she looks utterly devoid of it now.]


Alright. I’m gonna make this really, really fuckin’ clear. That thing out there is called a Reaper. It’s a destroyer of worlds, it harvests entire species, and even one of them can wipe a planet. There is nothing for you in there. There’s no cool aliens. There’s no cool tech. Because the real things Reapers bring is Indoctrination.

[She pauses just long enough to catch her breath, and keeps going.]

The longer you’re in that thing, the more you’re gonna want to serve it. The more you’re gonna want everyone you know to serve it. And the more you’ll go to any goddamn lengths to do that, including killing everyone you know. It’ll infect electronics, broadcast signals, and the only way to be cured is to die. It is dangerous. So I’m gonna make this real easy.

[She hoists her gun a little more into view.]

I catch you going anywhere near that thing, and I will take out your goddamn kneecaps from 60 yards.

[She brings the gun back down, but still only at rest.]

You wanna know more about it, you can ask me here. Otherwise, I swear to fuckin’ god, stay out of it.

[private; to Rick Sanchez]

I need to talk to you. Immediately. I need a favor.

[ooc: Feel free to use this if you want to meet up with Shepard near to the Reaper site on day 1, also! She will not actually be shooting people directly, but she has a great aim and will be taking shots right in front of them if she sees them approach. There are, of course, tons of entrances to this thing, so she won’t be able to fend everyone off!]

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Apr. 2nd, 2018 06:21 pm
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[Lorca flips on the video feature of the device, still wearing his Starfleet Captain's Uniform and speaks in a very slight southern accent.]

This is Captain Gabriel Lorca of the USS Discovery. Does anyone know where we are? I was on the bridge of my ship headed to Starbase 46. Now, I'm standing in the middle of a mansion. I'd also appreciate anything anyone knows about my crew.

[He's no stranger to multiple universes, but a mansion? Could his override have gotten him here instead? If it did, then...well...]
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( After talking with Peggy, Diana has been doing some thinking and writing of her own. She's been in Wonderland long enough to know the general pattern of things and she knows that with every calm, with every lull, there's a new storm on the horizon. She's learned not to trust this place as far as she can throw it but up until now, she's mainly just accepted it and watched to see what information she could glean. Now, though, she wonders if it's not time to act. If enough of them rose up, surely they could do something about it, couldn't they? She doesn't know. What she does know is the longer she's here, the more she loses sight of what's important back home and that won't stand. Today, she's decided to address the network with her thoughts. )

Has anyone here ever fought back against this place? Not against the events that happen, I mean, but against Wonderland itself? I feel like it knows about us on some level, that it's a thinking and breathing organism, and as such can't we find a strategy to take it down?

( Maybe it's a bad idea to ask the network this question but Diana can't help herself. She's beyond being patient and kind in this situation. Instead, she's going to get a little emotional and see if that approach works instead. )
normandysbest: (« [Hurt] no im fine why do you ask)
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closed/private to Legion; arrival )

[When Shepard makes her debut back on the network, it's a few hours later, but she still looks like absolute hell. There are a few pieces of her armor that seem to have melted into her clothes, burns, bruises and cuts up both arms and over her face. Her lip is still split in two places and her eyebrow still bleeds down the left of her eye, plus that she sounds perpetually out of breath. But that's why it's important she make this address now, because otherwise she'll be out of Wonderland another day. She's laid back on her bed, propped up against the wall, the communicator sitting in her lap and broadcasting directly upward so it catches the top of her chest and her face. She's not looking directly into the camera, just off some other direction, but it's close enough.]

Hey, uh... provided people are still here. I need a healer. Or a doctor. Or like twenty doctors. Normally I would... say either or. But anythin' right now... would not suck.

Floor 5. Room 107. Door's open.

[And the feed ends.]
normandysbest: (« [Speak] Oh girl whattup)
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[As usual, when the camera turns on, Shepard looks a little stressed. When is she not, if we're being real here. She's not as serious as the last time she was on the network, but this is obviously a prepared address. As usual, her torso and head are in view, as she's broadcasting from her omni-tool on her left arm currently swung around to her front.]

Alright, so in the spirit of New Year's resolutions, I'm back to put some action items on the table. For those of you who remember the last time I was around, it's kind of about that. For those who don't or are too new, here's your reminder or introduction that this place is trying to kill us.

[She links to her last broadcast, which she'll do at pretty much every opportunity. That is not information she's letting die.]

That said, after talking with Evelyn O'Connell about this, she instituted the death count and I'm here to keep up my end of the bargain. I want to establish a guard, sort of- this isn't a full-time position but I can't promise it's not dangerous. We need to have something in place to protect people with higher death counts, and stop ones who are low from gaining more. Ideally I'd be looking for people to commit to playing bodyguard or organizing with me and others when shit gets rough. While Evelyn is... missing, for a while, I've got access to that data. Which if you haven't reported to her, I think you should.

[Or at least, the version of it before she left, that Shepard will be referencing.]

I want to stress that this is voluntary, but I also want to make it pretty damn clear that I'm tired of people fucking off and dying. The more hands on deck we have, the better. That said, if you commit to this, I want you to commit. I'm gonna need general defense and some point people to play personal escort during events to high-risk targets. If you're interested in either, let me know.

[A small pause.]

I'm also totally here to accept questions on 'oh shit, this place is actually trying to murder us' and 'who the hell are you', because I bet I'm going to get a thousand of those too. Which uh, right. Hey. Commander Shepard. Trained marine, sniper, ten years special ops experience, I know what I'm doing, thanks.

[She gives a little two fingered salute to the camera, tapping from her right temple.]

Shepard out.
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[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.
]

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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[Oh look, it’s Mabel and Dipper again. And… Well, Mabel is crowding in front of the camera right now, so it’s more “Mabel and Dipper’s face squished off to the side. SHE IS VERY EXCITED OKAY.]

Good morning, Wonderfriends! ...Or whatever the time is, since time’s relative here.

Are you tired of not knowing what’s really going on? Are the pamphlets you get when you arrive just too boring and lack both detailed information and color. Do you really not know who all those people who announce events are and why they’re so important?

Well, look no further, ‘cause Angel Investigations has the guide for you.


[Dipper finally manages to push Mabel out of the way enough to get his face more firmly in view, shooting her a frustrated look in the process. WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS.]

Not that the pamphlets aren't great! [EVIE IS HIS HERO HE WILL SAY NOTHING AGAINST HER HARD PAMPHLET WORK.] But they really just scratch the surface and, well, once you're a little more settled in, sometimes you might want all the information in one convenient place rather than having to go digging for it.

[He holds up a small booklet.]

Presenting Dipper and Mabel's guide to Wonderland! Your one stop guide for detailed Wonderland basics.

[Mabel pushes her way back into frame again, gripping Dipper’s shoulders in a sort of hug-tackle so he’ll stay down.] With drawings made by me! Mabel!

[He pushes his way up again, squeezing into the bottom of the frame and scowling.]

And useful information compiled and summarized by me, Dipper.

[He straightens, trying to look as professional as he can considering Mabel basically has him in a headlock.]

We've also got a digital version for people who like having less paper. Come down to Angel Investigations and get your copy today!

[Video]

Oct. 23rd, 2017 10:27 pm
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Greetings. This is Toriel.

So... we have gotten quite a distressing warning from Alice. We do not know quite what it means yet, but I think that we should take it seriously.

I am putting this message out firstly to alert those close to me, but it may be helpful advice to others as well. It may be a good idea to stick together, and ensure that everyone's location is known at all times.

Chara, Asriel, Frisk- please, do not wander off. If you need to leave your room for any reason, please do not do so without letting others know where you are and how long you will be gone. Also, if you are alright with it, I would prefer that you allow either me, Miss Shepard, or someone else that you trust to accompany you.

By the way, Miss Shepard- how would you feel about staying in my room for a few days, until this passes over? Your room is quite a distance away after all, and if things go wrong I would not want you to be too far away where we may be unable to reach you.
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[Those who've been here for a while might remember the last time Shepard addressed Wonderland in the Citadel, all smiles and lackadaisical jokes. However, today, she's addressing the Mansion at large like a commander- her shoulders are flat, back straight, expression serious.]

Alright. So if I'm correct from the network, a lot of us received items with the same cryptic note and a lot of weird stuff. Some of 'em don't seem to do anything. Some of them, apparently, are eyeballs.

[She brings her right hand into view, holding a broken half of a compact mirror; the mirror inside is shattered beyond repair.]

I got this- but it wasn't broken when I got it. It went to the Queen of Hearts. And because I don't believe in bullshitting anyone here, we should talk about the fact that what's going on right now is purposeful, and we need to be a hell of a lot more careful.

Cut for length )
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(It starts much the same as it did before, with the arrival of a Geth in the garden.

People will get some pretty decent video footage of a strange robot poking around the garden, being surprisingly gentle with the plants. They hadn't expected to see a garden-or anything else-ever again. They are reminded of the organic concept of 'afterlife'. Is this the same?

Perhaps they will encounter the Geth that had been lost. It would be ...good to see them again.

Then they spot the journal. To those who witnessed their first arrival in wonderland, their actions may seem strangely similar: the moment they realize the journal is recording, they click off the feed.

This time, they do not immediately send a text.)
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[The camera's pointed at Jay's shoes. Wherever he is, it's carpeted, and it's at least somewhat well-lit. When he finally speaks, it's at a whisper and oddly flat.]

If anyone was thinking about using the last house on...Lakeview Drive for shelter...

[A gas can swings into view, and a narrow stream of gasoline leaks from the spout onto the carpet. The camera tilts for a second, revealing a well-furnished suburban bedroom with lazy gasoline loops painted across both the floor and the bed.]

...Don't.

[Jay starts down the stairs, trailing fuel behind him.]

Don't get anywhere near this place. If you're looking for me, [He tries and fails to suppress a cough. The fumes must be getting to him.] I won't be around either.

[He's in the living room now. Jay pans the camera across the room--couches, coffee table, TV, stereo--before dribbling the last of the gasoline across the floor and up to an open window. He tosses the can aside.]

Last warning.

[Jay reaches up to the inactive stereo, twisting the volume dial as low as it can go. Hand visibly trembling, he switches it on. Nothing. Good. He switches the input to "radio". His breathing is audible now, high and ragged.

He twists the volume knob, and the speakers come to life with the deafening roar of...well, you win some, you lose some.

Jay bolts from the house, leaving the front door hanging open.

There's chaos for a moment, leaves hit the camera lens, and then Jay's looking down from a reasonably sized oak tree. A corpse shambles into view, heading straight for the house. Jay cuts the feed.]


[OOC: Jay has just attempted to create walker-bait out of the last house at the end of a dead-end street. Very loud, very flammable walker-bait. He's stolen Tim's lighter, and he's planning to shut the front door and light the place up through the window once enough bodies find their way inside.

Feel free to use this post to yell at him/cheer him on/try to stop him/try to help him.]
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[For someone with long ears and what is clearly a giant wizard hat, this guy's apparently gotten a handle on his device rather quickly. He stares with severe disdain into the camera for a long moment before finally speaking:]

So? I'm waiting. Where are you two? I figure this is some, what. Weird extension of the challenge? Am I supposed to find that fakey-fake bachelor and take him on a date or something? Because this is not even close to the venue I'd pick.

[Actually, this place is kind of swanky in a way Taako appreciates, but he's not about to say that to these chucklefucks.

Ah, shit. Wait. He's gotta stay positive. Time for a big ol' smile.]


I mean. I'm only asking because I bet this would better fit one of the other boys? Where did they end up, by the way? We did sort of sign up for this whole deal as a threesome, after all. I bet we can make that work with this dating thing, probably. Sounds kinky, am I right?

[He waits another long moment, his smile growing more strained. When he doesn't get the response he expects, he just speaks through gritted teeth:]

I...guess I'll just wait for some lovestruck maniac to attack me or something, then! Sounds. Just great. Baller.

[And the broadcast ends.]
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[He should have known it was coming. He should have known it, when his Mirror took something of his, knowing full well what would generate. What it would do. He combs through the mansion in a frenzy, too late. The closets aren't giving him what he needs, and his focus is too fraying, too suspect to its own paranoid dips and peaks, to keep trying and risking and venturing until the correct result is administered.

He knows what's coming, and he knows there's no - no escaping what comes next, the locking up of his limbs, the arching of his back, the spasmodic jerking of every muscle, the burning in his chest and throat.

There's no one here to stop it. There's nothing he can -




A very strange video appears to the network, and its uploader is anonymous. All in all, it's about twenty seconds long, but what it sacrifices for brevity it makes up for in sheer surrealism. There plays, first, a high, piercing tone, followed by a recording of a man long gone.

The video itself entails little more than simple white text over black, torn through as the whole thing appears to be with horizontal bars of static.]


YOU TOOK IT
I SAW

BURNING


[An image flares in a brief sputter of black and scarlet, and is gone again.]

/////////////////////////
////ecps lgyckr qmutb////
///////sm ymu fkmw///////
///////wbht ymu scs///////
/////////////////////////

----ibaifjhta----


[And then - nothing.]

[[ooc: Tim will be in his "masked" state for the duration of the next two days, which you can read more about here. Anyone who wishes to decrypt that message may receive a reply, though you're welcome to threadjark in order to icly collaborate.

Those wishing to encounter Tim's masked persona will encounter them in the forest or Checkerboard Hills. Be warned that they are hostile and will attack on sight; though slightly stronger and more durable than your average human, they are not a highly skilled combatant, and will try to escape an encounter once they realize they're losing.]]
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Greetings! This is Toriel.

So, I have been keeping an eye on the calendar, and I believe that Frisk's birthday is later this month! The date is, ah... rather vivid, in my memory.

As I am sure anyone that was there will remember, I. Somewhat put a damper on their party, last time. It has been something which I regretted deeply, and so I was thinking that perhaps we could throw them another party? One that will not have any unfortunate interruptions.

This may be a bit early for this, really, but I wish to be certain that everyone is given ample time to prepare, and come up with ideas!

What do you think?
normandysbest: (« [Proud] you did good kid)
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[The camera opens on Shepard standing against a display wall, with a bunch of chatter going on behind her. There's some text displayed, but it's too big to be seen through the limited scope of the video. She smiles, and mock salutes with two fingers.]

Gotta say, out of all the things Wonderland could've drawn from for me, this is probably the best end of the deal. So hey everybody, welcome to the Citadel. Yes, you're in space. No, you don't need a suit unless you wanna go outside, and I wouldn't recommend it.

[She swaps the video feed for a few moments to outside her surroundings, showing a crowded view of the Silversun Strip, and then back to her face.]

The Citadel's the hub of galactic government in my universe. Lots to do, lots to see. You've probably all got omni-tools, but they're pretty basic to learn. In general, try to stay away from any places that look seedy, and if it's illegal where you come from, it's probably illegal here. Otherwise, go wild. If you need directions, the holographic terminals are VI information guides. Ask 'em whatever. Or, y'know, you've got the extranet in the palm of your hands, so you can just search it yourself.

[She looks like she's gonna stop, and then grins a little bit wider.]

Oh, and one more thing...

[She steps away from the wall to show she's standing in front of a display sign. A very particular display sign.]

I re-maxed my high score at the Armax combat arena. I'll buy anyone who can beat me without cheating a free meal. Good luck.

[She winks, and cuts the feed.]
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[personal profile] duckies
Do you have friends from home here?

( sucre has two. one is her closest friend, and the other she knows well - though not well enough that she would call them best friends. it's been strange, being in another world but still having people here that she already knows, but it isn't an unwelcome comfort. what she doesn't like is the danger they have been put in. already things have happened to zacharie, he's died despite promising not to (and as much as she realises it can't be helped, she's still filled with grief) and the events have put them in even more danger.

wonderland is another chance at being reunited after her death in their home world, but it's also worse - here, they can die, and it's discomforting. )


I have two. It's nice, but it's scary :-(

How do you feel, if you do? If you don't, do you wish your friends were here?
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[The camera comes on to Shepard actually using her original network device for once, having it propped up on her desk with her rather futuristic room in full display. Behind her, her armor stands in a display case, and the room is primarily lit by a dim bedside light and the glow of her fishtank.]

Alright. So in the last couple of months, I've gotten a bunch of people trying to pick my brain about my world. I've been here about a year, and it's pretty safe to say most people around here are from the 21st century. Thing is, back home, it's 2187.

[She looks pretty smug about all this, honestly, and she kicks back, moving her left arm into view and kicking her omni-tool to life, the orange light coming from it further illuminating her face.]

I grew up on a human colony on the opposite side of the Milky Way from Earth. I've been in humanity's military for more than 10 years and I've been to most star systems in this galaxy at least once. Consider this an AMA for living in space. No question too stupid. I'll only veto stuff if I don't know the answer, or it's too personal.

[She gives the camera a mock salute and a smile.]

Ask away, Wonderland. Be as starstruck as you want.

[And with that, she cuts the feed.]

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Mar. 17th, 2017 10:10 am
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[They're outside the mansion. Judging from the background noise of rushing water, they've propped their camera up on the fountain. The feed is otherwise silent as they fiddle with components - PVC piping, a can of hairspray, PVC glue, all the usual expected components that scream "misguided attempt at a backyard potato gun." Because that's what they're making. A misguided attempt at a backyard potato gun.]

Amazing, the things the closets will just let you have. Few people seem to consider what being a child in Wonderland means. Bedtime is never, there's no such thing as education, and you can eat nothing but Twinkies and Cap'n Crunch if you want to. I kill the time by working in a diner, and nobody breathes a word about child labour.

Guess it's pretty lucky we never have to worry about growing up, because we're probably learning some pretty messed up things. People like me aren't supposed to have limitless freedom. It's bad for us. We abuse it.

Oh well.

What do you think would happen if I fired a grenade out of this thing?

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Mar. 10th, 2017 05:34 pm
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Hey!! Um, greetings! This is Toriel.

So... i'm a kid again! I am, in fact, a child once more.

It is really mixing me up. I do not think that I like this very much. Especially with what happened last time this place turned me into a kid... just some. Bad memories.

I think that I'm gonna have bad memories about this place, too... It's all just... it's creepy. All it needs is some creepy music and it'd be just like some scary movie I watched once, before deciding I did not really care for scary movies.

...Anyway, I was just, um...

[Scared, and really looking for someone to talk to so that she can feel a little less scared and alone. But she's supposed to be a mature adult, not a scared little girl, no matter how much she looks and feels like one right now.

She really should've planned out something to say better before doing this.]


I just!! Am curious how everyone's doing. And where you are. That's all!
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[It's Tiny Rick! Your favorite guy. That lovable teenage fucko. He's standing up on one of the beds and holding out his phone like he wants to take a selfie as he broadcasts, mostly so he can gesture at the camera with his free hand.]

Alright, li-listen up, preschoolers. I know ev-everyone wants to have fun in the Silent Hill lab with the pudding monsters, being children and what the fuck ever, b-but this is not all f-fun and games and endless disappointments from Konami. Dr. A and Frisk h-have explained this whole, the whole creepy lab and creepy pudding things, but I'm here to tell you about this kid bullshit. That's right, fuckos, we-we've got, got two goddamn simultaneous fucking events on our hands, and it's, it's complete fucking, it's bullshit. Tiny Rick was a fan-favorite, and we, we already fucking tempted fate enough with rehashing the whole stolen cable plot, but fuck it, I-I guess this is just how the network's gonna run things now. Grind it into the dirt t-till no one cares anymore, right? Fuck you. D-Do you have any idea how much Werner Herzog fucking costs?

[He's getting off track, so he pauses and clears his throat.]

I-If you've been turned into a kid, y-you are not in your right body. This is not the r-real me and it's not the real you either, but you're, you're gonna try damn fucking hard to convince yourself it is, because it's real fucking tempting to, to get your youth back and relive the glory days, lemme fucking, fucking tell you. But these are just c...cl...?

[He pauses, frowning, because what the fuck is the word for it?]

...Like, copies, genetic copies, or I dunno, magic--magic bullshit constructs, who the fuck knows with Wonderland. Point is, your real body is slowly dying in a vat somewhere in this lab. You gotta find your vat and transfer your consciousness b-back into your correct body, or--fuck, Wonderland might kill us or m-make us all go through puberty again. No one wants that. No one in the entire goddamn world wants that. Trust me, it's not worth it.

[As Rick's talking, something takes shape behind him. It looks kind of like a tall, white spoon. It doesn't really do anything, just sort of hovers translucently on the opposite side of the bed from him. When he pauses and glances back over his shoulder, the thing vanishes.]

Uh...so yeah. Avoid pudding monsters, f-find your vat, get back into your real body. And if you need help remembering that you're not supposed to be a kid, listening to Elliott Smith seems to work. I-I've got his entire discography on my phone.

[He pulls said phone away and plays himself off with a sad song.]
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[This kid's been busy, it turns out. Very busy. It's Valentine's Day, as most everyone is in all likelihood well aware, and for the first few moments of the broadcast, they appear to be quite busy with something, tongue stuck between their teeth, brow furrowed with concentration.

Eventually they glance up, however, and hold up a simple heart cut out of red construction paper. They appear to have been in the process of drawing myriad swirls along the edges. They were going for something reminiscent of a lace pattern, but results are...inconclusive.]


If anyone needs valentines, I made... [A brief pause, and they duck out of sight, only to return with an armful of hearts of every color in the rainbow.] I, um, I have a lot extra.

[But that's just the first purpose of their broadcast. The second is something they've been hard at work on for some time. A combination of careful observation, idle speculation, and wheedling questions has yielded some interesting results, and it's about time those were documented.]

And there's something else, too.

[For a brief moment, they form a fingergun with their free hand, one maroon eye winking shut in a gesture that was, in all likelihood, meant to emerge as flirtatious but simply ends up comically overexaggerated. And then...then they upload the file.]


OFFICIAL WONDERLAND COUPLES

TORIEL + MISS SHEPARD = MOM SQUAD
JAMES + LILY = HAPPILY MARRIED
ALPHYS + UNDYNE = FISHY LOVE
METTATON + CARDBOARD CUTOUT OF HIMSELF = LOVE YOURSELF
QUEEN OF HEARTS + FINDING SOME CHILL = FROZEN HEART
DUCHESS + HER HEAD = BUSY NECKING
ALPHYS + STANFORD PINES = CHEMISTRY TOGETHER
HENRY MILLS + MABEL PINES = FAIRY TALES DO COME TRUE
SANS + A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP = SWEET DREAMING
KURT WELLER + JANE DOE = FORGOTTEN LOVE
FRISK + EVERYONE = THE FRIEND ZONE
ELENA GILBERT + DAMON SALVATORE = EPIC LOVE STORY
QUEEN OF HEARTS + THE DUCHESS = FEEL THE TENSION
BONNIE BENNETT + PETER PARKER = YOLKING AROUND
DIPPER PINES + CLEMENTINE = UNDEAD MYSTERIES
SARAH WELLER + RAY PALMER = SWEET SCIENCE

[And yes, they will very much be monitoring any and all chatter that goes on within, so they may update their couples list accordingly. Go hog wild, Wonderland.]

Entry #89

Feb. 4th, 2017 11:57 am
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[The world is dark, and it's quiet. Suffocation's an unpleasant way to go, and everyone knows it. The heat and the pressure crawls up into the back of your throat and your eyes feel like they'll burst, your .hea'ds poudning., your breath high and tight and ragged in your lungs that scream for deeper breaths, for air, and that's when everything else begins to pulse in an unfurling of phosphenes and scalding colors across the backs of your eyelids.

You get dizzy. The panic, assuming it hasn't set in by then, claws its way up your esophagus as your jaw parts, throat straining to take in air that doesn't exist with a high-pitched, dragging wheeze.

Unfortunately for Tim, it seems the panic settled in early; cloying and unbearable and tearing away at what little composure he still had. He'd switched on his device at some point, though his oxygen-starved brain can't possibly latch onto what that reasoning might have been, not now. Possibly a cry for help, hastily stifled. Have you seen this video before? It's possible that you have. It's possible that it's gone up already, only for the hitching slide of time to roll things back. Déjà vu. It's a hell of a thing.

When you've begun to suffocate, perception of reality - already muddled to a gross fault and exceptionally poor to begin with, for one unfortunate Mr. Wright - tends to be one of the first things to go.

The subject of the video is pressed somewhere in the corner of the room, practically wedged there, curled around himself with his hands sunk into the fabric of his shirt. Words stream from him in a perpetual rise and fall, a breathless litany, high and sharp with a cresting panic:]


Not coming for me and if it does I'm dying anyway. 'S not coming for me and if it does I'm dying anyway, it's not coming for me and if it does I'm dying anyway it's not coming for me and if it does I'm dying anyway -

[His voice breaks. He buries his face in his hands.

He's seeing something in the corner of his eye that's not there, regressed to the state he always regresses to when that thing creeps into his memory, nothing more than a scared and trembling little boy huddled in a windowless hospital room, and it's keeping him pinned until his air runs out. And that's looking to be - soon.

Very soon.]
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[Sam knows this isn't a dream, he doesn't have the imagination for it. What he doesn't know is where the hell he is and if anybody from home is here, too. He should play it cool right? Yeah, he should play it cool.]

So, I'm lookin' for a guy, well three guys. One's always on my left.

[Nice. Kinda cryptic, too. He's not much of a spy, but it might be enough to make Nat proud.]

The second guy's real small and no fun at picnics. [Even better.] Third, uh, likes birds? Might've been a bird at some point, it's hard to tell.

[There's a pause. He's gotten off track.]

And there's a girl. Sweet, has an accent, could kick your ass if she thought about it long enough. If anyone has any idea what I'm talking about, cause I sure don't, hit me up.

[Here's to hoping they can crack that code.]

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