wriggedywrecked: by <user name="bureiku"> (every single person in this room is)
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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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[When the camera clicks on, Mettaton can be seen looking quite normal. The last time he appeared on the Network he'd been a bit... possessed. Completely ignoring that, of course, he is all sunshine and smiles.]

You know, I never expected to be trapped here in Wonderland for two years. But it seems that is my current state of affairs. And may be my state of affairs for awhile.

[He sighs, shakes his head, but then continues.]

My last anniversary here, I celebrated with a big inaugural concert at my performing arts theater. I was planning on doing the same if I was still here at my two year mark but with this war coming up, it doesn't feel like quite the right time to do so. But! I don't want things to go unmarked so how about this:

If we all survive, and in relatively one piece, from this power struggle between our two illustrious queens, why don't we all throw a party of some kind? Things have been rather... rough and perhaps a spot of fun might be good for all of us! What do you all say? Ideas? Questions? Rejections?
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They say that keeping secrets is bad for our wellbeing.

[And Pearl knows a whole lot about just how bad keeping a secret can be for one's wellbeing, especially when said secret is forced into her and she is physically unable to speak the truth even thousands of years after the matter.]

[Yes, that hurts quite a bit.]

So I was thinking that we could all partake in an anonymous confessional! I'll go first, of course.

[She wonders if the truth would work over text, but oddly enough, she is too scared to try in front of so many people. Not scared that she could be free from the burden at last, but scared that it will be just as fruitless, and she'll have to face the reality of her apparently eternal mental captivity once more. Clinging to that little glimmer of possibility feels infinitely better than destroying it outright.]

[It wouldn't make sense to anyone but a few, anyways. Someday, somehow, the time will come. Hopefully. Maybe. Stars and heavens above, please. But for now, she had something a bit easier to stomach.]

Okay. Okay.
I like watching humans sleep sometimes.
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[Starlight's not used to these devices or much about this place, but it's just like learning new magic. She's sure she can do it. After a few minutes of fiddling with a hoof, she turns it on, using her magic to hold it out in front of her.

Slightly upside-down, but she hasn't noticed.]


Greetings. My name is Starlight Glimmer. I am a newcomer here. I have read all your pamphlets and other resources, it's all very informative, but none of it answers my real question.

[She hesitates, then pushes through.]

...is this a friendship test?

voice;

May. 21st, 2018 01:08 pm
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i. voice; just outside the prison (open to action if you pass by him mid-broadcast)
[Dan turns around almost immediately after stepping outside the prison walls, shooing anyone trying to follow right back inside. He isn't going to take the chance on anyone getting out there without knowing what they're getting into.]

Didn't figure this'd have anythin' t' do with me. Guess I was wrong. This place outside the walls? That's the Sierra Madre. Casino from back home. Trust me when I tell y' that yer gonna be safer stayin' in prison.

[A beat. He can't just stop there.]

But let's be honest. Some a' yer are jus' gonna get straight out there anyway. So lemme give y' the heads up on what y' can expect.

[Dan holds himself short of outright saying 'some of you are just stupid', but let's be honest, it wouldn't be untrue.]

This place was locked down before a world-scale nuclear war. Radiation's bad all over, but there's toxic clouds in there that'll kill y' before y' get from one side t' the other. Nothin'll keep y' completely safe from 'em, so jus' keep outta the way. Y' might see people in 'em in radiation suits. Keep the fuck away from them people too. Y' can't help 'em. They're too far gone already, all they'll do is kill y'.

[There's a weariness in his voice that speaks volumes of 'I can do without this' without it being said.] They can't see too good, on account a' the suits, but they'll hear y'. If one gets close don't panic, jus' keep real still, move real slow, an' y'll prob'ly be fine.

[Probably.]

Casino buildin' is full a' old security holograms. Usually two or three in one area t' cover blind spots. If yer real good wi' computers maybe y' can shut 'em down alt'gether. I never managed it when I were here, but if y' can hit the emitters runnin' 'em before they hit you, yer good. These things've been runnin' fer over two hundred years. They don't know friend from foe anymore, an' they're tougher than they look. Y' can't kill 'em, but they can kill you, an' they'll try. Jus'... be smart, and y' won't get killed.

[The message ends here, though a couple of hours later, there's another...]

ii. voice; casino grounds
Do not touch those fuckin' collars. They're slave collars, rigged with explosives. Unless y' wanna lose a hand, or a head, keep away from 'em.

[There's a distant muttering of 'Jesus Christ, what're y'--' as the phone moves away from him, then cuts out.]
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[Good afternoon, Wonderland! Those of you who still mistakenly have your network devices on you will be privy to a special broadcast from Wonderland's favorite celebrity! (A self-proclaimed title, for sure.)

When the camera clicks on, Mettaton is once again facing away from it, scribbling furiously on an easel paper flip board. He writes for about a minute before nodding in satisfaction and turning around to the camera. He flashes a brilliant smile.]


Hello there, my dear Wonderland! As I'm sure you all know, we are having a truly amazing time this event! Now, I know the main topic on everyone's minds are the Reapers - a very controversial subject, I'm sure. But I'm on the network today to tell you all- the Reapers are not nearly as bad as you think!

[He steps out of the way of the paper, grinning proudly as he gestures to what he's written.]

I've compiled a short list of the reasons that these fun new invaders of our home are actually good! So listen well, my dears, because by the end of this message, you'll completely understand where I am coming from here.

[He points excitedly to the first bullet point on his list.]

Number one: Fashion. They're fashionable. What, Mettaton? Fashionable? What do you mean by that? Well dears, what I mean is, is that if you let these lovely synthetics get a hold of you, you'll be upgraded and given a fabulous makeover!

[At that Mettaton takes the camera and brings it closer to him, where anyone watching can see that he has in fact been "upgraded" with Reaper tech. Mettaton's body now has many glowing blue lights and tubes throughout it, giving him an eerie glow.]

See that? Blue is so in this season, darlings! Get on the Reaper's good side and you, too, will look as good as me! ...Well, maybe not as good. It's hard to beat a face like mine. Now! Onto number two!

[He points back to the paper, slapping it loudly.]

Dedication! The Reapers are nothing if not dedicated to their cause of liberating all lifeforms if their actions here are any indication! Look at them! Taking their time from their galaxy back home to stop by little old Wonderland and giving us a taste of their work! Miraculous! Stupendous! A true inspiration to all of us! Coming back every 50,000 years like clockwork! I bet we all wish we had that kind of work ethic!

[He laughs then, shaking his head fondly, and then gestures to the paper once more.]

Now, point three, and this one is my favorite- Extinction.

[He says it with a particular relish as he pulls out a red marker and circles it multiple times.]

There is no escaping the Reapers. There is no winning against the Reapers. We know this. Everyone who has attempted to fight back against them this event probably knows this. I'm sure even Shepard is having some troubles of her own by now!

Now, to all of you determined heroes out there still thinking about resistance- is submission not preferable to extinction? Is it not better to align yourself to the winning team than to fight fruitlessly against that which cannot be defeated?

The answer is simple, darlings- submit to the Reapers, and you shall see eternity! And if you still think you can win, well...

[He sets the camera down and grins, as his body begins to shift and change into a form that not many people have seen in Wonderland- his NEO form, a form specifically dedicated to warfare. He lifts the cannon towards the camera as a light begins to form inside of it.]

I'm sure it won't take me long to teach you that lesson.

[The light of the cannon and the Reaper modifications glint off his malicious smile as the camera cuts there.]

((ooc: feel free to hit up Mettaton on here if your characters want to argue, as well as feel free to run into him roaming the Mansion as he basically tries to hunt anyone who isn't serving the Reapers at this point.))
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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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Greetings. [ Inhale, exhale. They still have time. ] For those of you I've yet to meet, my name is Robyn Cousland, one of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden. You don't have to know anything about the Order, but know that I have... some experience in leading others, and a great amount of exposure to war.

[ Between Ferelden's civil war and the Blight... it was a lot, she thinks. ]

I know that everyone here has their own strengths to share with others, so I thought that I might make an offer of my own. Since diplomacy has failed us, we must be ready for battle. I have experience creating traps, some basic poisons, and, perhaps most importantly, healing potions and poultices. I am a practiced archer, and I fight with my mabari - a war hound - at my side. If any of these things would be useful to you, I would be happy to give lessons for whichever of the above you would like to learn.

[ Her jaw is tight, her expression strained. The Warden sighs, dropping her gaze. ]

It sounds a bit - bleak, really, but I wanted to add that... you may want to think about the people and things most important to you, and the lengths to which you'd go to protect them. There may come a time when you have to place yourself in harm's way to keep them safe, and it's easier to be ready before that time comes.

[ Speaking from experience? Definitely. ]

[VIDEO]

Mar. 24th, 2018 01:08 pm
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[ While Wonderland is normally in a constant state of flux and there's always something going on, things had gotten especially tense in the past week. It's understandable, given how things ended with the carnival, and now with all this talk of war.

The Lois that appears on the feed today presents a more casual vibe than the last time, and this is an improvement. She still isn't thrilled about being here, but she has family here and she is finally starting to settle in. Her hair is pulled back and she's wearing one of those ridiculous Superman shirts they sell to tourists on any street corner in Metropolis -- less Pulitzer Prize-Winning Journalist Lois Lane and more Just Lois. ]


So. A question, and it's a quick one: what do you know about the Mirrors and what do you know about yours? I'm not asking for the Official Explanation here, I've got that; I'd like to hear some first-hand accounts.
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[ Wonderland's been living up to its name, for better or worse, in Moana's experience thus far. Knowing there isn't a way home, having tested and witnessed the truth behind certain magics on the mansion's grounds, has progressed to the unreal realization of really being stuck there. So, she knows she needs to meet more people, and she chooses now to make an appearance. A handful of days after the wild, random carnival disappeared in a flurry of dramatics. A promise of war made. She's had a couple of months to familiarize herself with the basics of the mansion, its inhabitants, and the piece of technology meant for easy communication. She's even used it a couple of times! ]

I... [ longest drawn out pronoun ever. Lips parted, teeth clenching slightly, Moana looks uncertain, clearly uncomfortable. Yet, she has set the device up so she can be seen from the waist up, rows of books around her, a window nearby pouring light in. She's in the same wardrobe she showed up in, opting for the familiarity instead of, well, anything else. The top of her skirt shows, tan and made from a variety of plant materials; red sash around it, matching red top that bares a small part of her stomach, two rows of shells adorning her chest in a horizon, necklace draped down onto it, hair in the same beach waves she's always known.

Sighing, her arms come up, hands out in front of her chest, fingers splayed ]
...I reeeeally don't if I'm using this thing right, so, um. Hi. [ hello, awkward smile, complete with a brief pause and wave ] I'm Moana. Of Motunui... [ she trails off on that; no one else has heard of her home yet, but there's hope in her eyes that you, dear listener, have ] Here, with all these... [ she looks over to a bookcase, squinting ] books. [ Libraries aren't what you'd call existent where she's from, much like most of the rooms in the mansion, but the written word isn't foreign to her ] Anyway. I'm...new...ish, and I was -- kind of wanting to talk to...anyone at all, that wants to talk. [ She offers a careful smile. Then, her expression turns a bit more serious. ]

Especially if you could tell me what exactly a war around here would entail, 'cause...I've never been a part of one, and it seems sort of on the...dramatic, side? [ She's hopeful that someone's gonna quash that silly idea! War; what is it good for? ] But...either way, it's pretty serious, too, so... [ she twiddles her thumbs together, lips pursing slightly, eyes widening just so as she gazes down at her hands before looking back to the camera ] we should be prepared. If it happens.

[ A long beat as she takes a slow breath, giving a firm nod before her hands move to work toward shutting the device off, taking several seconds to do so. She really wants more information on the reality of this war occurring, and of perhaps even greater importance, making allies. Friends. After all, you can always get more done when you have people banding together. ]

[ ooc: open to action as well! ]
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[ The video feed opens up to reveal a stuffed bear sitting on the floor, the camera angled to get a perfect full view of him. His head tilts as he looks the blinking light over. ]

Is this thing on?

[ It can talk? ]
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(As always, to those unfamiliar with them, Legion will seem calm. To those who know them well enough, however, the flashing lights and fluttering headflaps tell a different story.)

Shepard-Commander is gone.
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The Mirrors are watching us. This is common knowledge, one of the first things we tell newcomers. There is another Wonderland through the looking glass, and it's inhabited by the doppelgangers we call Mirrors. Calling them our "evil twins" would be an oversimplification, both because not everyone on this side would qualify as the "good twin," and because while these individuals are supposed to be our reflection and, in some ways, our opposites, that doesn't mean they're evil. Like us, they are complicated individuals and generalizations cannot capture all of them. They serve the Queen of Hearts, and the influence she has on the Mirrors cannot be understated. For one thing, she's their maker, though the Red Queen claims they would exist even without the Queen of Hearts' help. If they piss her off, she can also "unmake" them.

Sounds nice and bloodless when you put it like that, doesn't it? Well, take it from an artificial, imperfect copy with implanted memories that never really happened to me. I was made by mad science, not Wonderland magic, and I lived under threat of being "decommissioned," not "unmade," but the differences are negligible. It’s a pretty word for murder and a reminder that you're replaceable.

If the gun to their heads isn't enough, the Queen manipulates and lies to the Mirrors. She sets them at each other's throats, and she sets them against us. Wirt's Mirror carries a lantern with him constantly. He was convinced by the Queen that it held his brother. We examined it together and quickly proved that it actually contained some material tied to Mirror Wirt himself. It never had anything to do with his brother at all.

It's a lot of effort that shouldn't be necessary if she's as capable of instilling loyalty as she insists she is. She has their loyalty and fear, but their free will is their own. That's why she has to keep them divided. That's why she lies. And that's why instead of fearing the Mirrors, instead of bending to the Queen's wishes and being enemies, we need to become allies. We're all prisoners of Wonderland, whether we originated here or not.

Many of you may remember the portal incident from last year, when Leo Fitz and Cisco Ramon used a combination of technology and metahuman power to break through to the Mirror side. It was the first successful, intentional breach by a Real in recorded Wonderland history, and it happened because they consulted with Mirrors. Granted, the Mirrors in question were manipulating and lying to Fitz and Ramon, and the results of that experiment were in many ways disastrous. But this does not have to be how it is. Imagine what we could accomplish in a good faith partnership between Mirrors and Reals. We need to find a way to break the Queen's hold, both because it is the right thing to do and because it may be the only way we can take control.

A young Mirror once accused me of wishing death on the Mirrors because of the title of my zine. Shattered Mirror does have a violent sound to it. I can understand where she got that, but it was never my intention. I named my zine the Shattered Mirror because I want to destroy the barriers between us. We will never achieve anything if we continue to behave as they expect us to behave. Break the glass. It's time to rise.


Mirror Writing

[As usual, Georgia makes sure to leave copies within reach of the glass so that any interested Mirrors can snag a copy without actually crossing over and disobeying the Queen. Unlike usual, she very intentionally tugs down the curtain that normally covers her office Mirror. In big, bold, backwards letters she write ƧTͶƎMMOƆ next to a taped up copy of the article. Then she sits and waits.]
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This is Legion, a terminal of the Geth.

We are aware that the current nature of this event means that a number of you are confused, and have likely recently experienced extreme trauma. We apologize: We are not able to return you home at this time. We are also trapped here.

Previously, we were tasked with assisting in ensuring the safety of those in this location. To this end, we are willing to answer questions and will respond to requests for aid.

Additionally, we wish to know about others who are not affected.

Added on, a few hours later:

Announcement: We are seeking to be rid of a large supply of candy. It will be left in boxes in the fifth floor hallway. Though we recommend caution to avoid overeating, you may take as much as you desire.

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action )

[Once he's explored enough, formulated some theories, and read over the available pamphlets, Sans thinks he has this whole thing figured out. At least sort of. Maybe this is some kind of after-effect of the machine, because who ever heard of people randomly appearing in a completely different world? Maybe this is just the sort of thing that happens when you meddle with spacetime.]

[But if showing up in another world is commonplace, then that means his ignorance isn't an effect of lost memory. He's seen the network archives, and people asking questions seems to be a common thread. It makes him feel just a little bit safer.]

[The skeleton on the network looks pretty different. He's very obviously younger, by about a decade or so. He seems tired and a bit nervous, but it's not Sans's typical weariness. This Sans doesn't look like just getting out of bed is an effort.]


hullo, uh. seems this thing works kinda like the undernet. so, heh, that's at least familiar. uh...guess the surface just has wifi everywhere, huh?

anyway...i think i'm new to wonderland. it's wonderland, right?


[He checks something off-camera and nods to himself, muttering something that sounds like "weird name."]

i figured i'd say hi, since...i mean, this isn't the way anyone thought we'd get to the surface. i know there's, heh--a lot of humans here, wow. i dunno if you guys are, yanno, used to monsters at all. don't want to spook anyone. i'll, uh, stay out of people's way if it's an issue. 'least i'll try to. though i'm--also wondering if there's any other monsters here.

[The thought of being here alone is utterly, utterly terrifying, but he manages to sound pretty neutral about it.]

and on the subject of wondering, heh--what are all those big creatures outside? i don't know much about surface animals. is that, like--normal?



[ooc: sans is going to be accidentally teleporting all over the place for the duration of the event. if you want him to suddenly teleport into a character's room or something, let me know!]
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[ 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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[When the video begins, it's not a face that appears. It's a close-up of a white, oval gemstone. 

The camera then shifts. This time, it's Pearl's squinting left eye. She has her face right up to the device, completely unaware that she's broadcasting a close-up of herself to copious amounts of people. It's kind of frightening, really.]


I-is this thing on? [Oh, dear. Looks like she's muted herself by accident. The camera has been pulled back enough to allow a good, visible look at her puzzled face now, and she's mouthing words that nobody can hear. Frustrated, she lightly smacks the side of the device, and a loud 'BEEP' sounds as the audio returns.]

Ah! 

[That was startling. She's got it down now.] 

A-ahem! Hello. I'm Pearl. [The gentle introductory smile she gives is earnest, but it's clear her head is in a different spot, as though she's mentally preoccupied with something else.] I'm new here, and I suppose I could use a bit of help. First of all, has anyone seen my Steven? He's a young boy with dark curly hair, and a red shirt with a yellow star on it. It's very important that I find him! A-and second of all, how do I get home immediately?! I was working on something very, very important, and it's urgent that I--

[She trails off, mind filling with the countless disastrous scenarios that might unfold if she doesn't finish what she was working on.]

...well, if you know anything, just...let me know! Thank you! Really.
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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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Jan. 1st, 2018 05:58 pm
bibliocorn: (Um whatnow)
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[The entrance hall to the mansion is certainly glorious, but what it isn't is the throne room of Canterlot- which is where Sunburst absolutely just was. As such, there's a cloaked, bespectacled little unicorn wandering around, looking about himself in confusion. He's pretty tired, he's just been on an epic adventure- this is probably some strange hallucination brought on by too much magic-strain or something. That makes sense. That makes absolute sense.

And then he finds his device- which is absolutely alien to him. What in the hay IS it??? The device is suddenly surrounded in a sparkly, yellow glow- an action which turns it on- as Sunburst levitates it closer to his face, squinting at it. He talks to the screen, though he doesn't realise it- he's largely speaking out loud, trying to understand what's going on.
]

I've never seen an artefact like this before. I'm not convinced I could dream this up along with...whatever this place is. Perhaps there was a magical feedback loop from the portal? Though it would have to be on a delay for it to start happening now. Hnnh, I hope the effects don't last long, I have a lot of new research to compile. I guess I need to wait for it to wear off. Talk about inconvenient. I wonder if any of the others are suffering side effects?
alltheways: (It's all feasting and fun)
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[The Red Queen appears on the video standing, poised, in the entranceway in front of the giant cookie Christmas tree. She gazes at the camera for a moment, as though waiting until she has everyone's attention, before speaking. Her message is broadcast on both the real side and mirror side networks simultaneously.]

Good morning, dear Real Things. I've been remiss so far in not appearing before you. By way of apology, I've arranged for a special holiday treat for you all. Dear Bill has implemented it beautifully.

[She raises both hands and gives a quiet clap before lowering them again, clasped in front of her. She's smiling serenely.]

Let me also say that the dear Mirrors are invited over should they wish to enjoy the festivities. You do deserve to have fun some of the time. I've even arranged special gifts for you a little later on.

In parting, I will give you this advice: Do not overindulge. Too many sweets before bedtime can upset your stomach and ruin your dreams.

[There's another brief pause, which she spends smiling, as though letting her words sink in. Then the video ends.

She will be available over the network to answer responses, but should anyone venture to the entranceway looking for her, she will not be there for in-person audiences.]
punful: (what do you call a skeleton in the rain?)
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[Sans is out at his hotdog stand, apparently oblivious to the growing cold. His black cat, 4, is a lot less oblivious, considering he's curled up in Sans's hood. He's peering dubiously at the camera while Sans fiddles with condiments. This is the first time Sans has really been out in public since the last event.]

probably only a couple more days till wonderland throws the holidays at us, huh? gonna be my third one, personally. wonder how bad it's gonna be this time. last year we didn't sleep and kept waking up in a wonderland where everyone was brainwashed. year before that, i almost froze to death. despite, yanno, bein' a skeleton.

[Sans sets about toasting a few hotdog buns on the grill behind him.]

hey, so...indulge me. if you could have any one thing for gyftmas, or christmas, or whatever you celebrate--what would it be? no limits. could be purely conceptual or intangible. just any one thing.

...and hey, if you wanna give a sarcastic answer, feel free. think we've all had enough truth or dare where you can't pick dare lately, after all. i'm just curious.

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Dec. 10th, 2017 02:46 pm
saunteredvaguelydownwards: (002)
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I'm seeing a lot of shoddy 'let me out of here or I'll start stabbing people/shooting people/blowing the place up' attempts at introductions lately, and really, it's starting to get boring.

We get it. Barely anyone actually wants to be here, but if you're going to open with threats, at least try to be inventive about it.

But here's a heads up. No one is impressed by your metaphorical dick-waving. Put it away and at least try to act like you're a civilised person. We put up with worse than you and your shit at least once every couple of months.

If anyone actually tries to start a one man riot, I will personally turn them into a fucking pigeon, and they can go into time out on the roof.
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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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Dec. 2nd, 2017 04:51 pm
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What do you do when someone breaks your trust in them? Is there a way to regain it? Should it be regained? How do you learn to trust anyone again?

[And then, after some time...]

[PRIVATE VOICE TO FIDDLEFORD]

Is the offer for memory erasure... s-still open?

((OOC: unless stated otherwise, all her replies will be anon!))
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[The video feed shows a Turing who is this close to losing their shit.]

Okay, I have a new idea for a fun weekend event: let's have nothing bad happen to all of us for once.

No shadows. No reliving our most horrible memories. No having to fight off monsters and shape shifters. Just. Something. Good. PLEASE, Wonderland.

...I'll be in the tearoom, watching some Bob Ross. Feel free to join me if you want to watch or paint along. I won't be painting, I'm just watching to decompress.

Nobody say 'Hassy' to me. Thank you.

---

[And sure enough, just inside the tearoom, Turing is lying down, 'The Joy of Painting' playing in front of their system. If anyone else is interested in watching, they are more than happy to move so that you can watch as well.]

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Oct. 27th, 2017 01:32 pm
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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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(So who's up for another accidental video? Because Legion very obviously did not intend to start broadcasting just as they got back from a long nighttime stroll in the gardens, early on the first morning of the event.

They open the door to their room.

The exact angle of the recording device, the general weirdness of machine architecture and communication, and the sheer panic that seems to be occurring make it difficult to even parse what is going on, but the sounds of unhappy geth chattering are-

The door slams shut.)


No.

(They reach down to pluck their device from where they had it stored in their chesthole, and notice it's already recording. They chatter, mildly and not pleasantly surprised, before continuing.)

If you are not within your rooms at this time, we do not recommend returning to them. Additionally, we will not be in our room for the duration of this event.

Requesting that others do not attempt to enter.

[Video]

Oct. 23rd, 2017 10:27 pm
didntknowbest: (I will guide you through the Ruins)
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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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[When the camera turns on, it's focused on an older woman, easily in her late 50's, with short, white curled hair. Her deep blue robes and ornate staff, coupled with her rather serious expression, make her a rather imposing figure. She's holding a blue and silver bound journal, which she seems to be scribbling fervently in until she notices the device is on, and she re-steadies it quickly to give her message.]

I would like to request an audience with whoever seems to have summoned me to their, uhm... lovely home. I understand that there are many who require my attention, but my situation is rather urgent, and I can't spare any time at the moment.

[As the message goes on, she seems increasingly tense, gripping harder to her staff and seemingly obviously distracted.]

Provided this is broadcasting to more than one person, any help would be appreciated.

[Quickly, she reaches out, fumbling with a few buttons before the feed cuts.]

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