forwearemany: (Headflaps)
[personal profile] forwearemany
(The journal begins to record, obviously without its new owner's intention.

A Geth in a garden is probably a disconcerting sight. It's disconcerting for them too, albeit for an entirely different reason. They had not expected to encounter a garden, or anything else, ever again.

Legion begins to look around. It doesn't take them long to find the journal, and the residents of the mansion will get a good look at their flashlight face when they pick it up and stare quizzically at it for several moments. Upon realizing that it is recording, the flaps of plastic wrapped around their head flare out in an expression of surprise, and they click off the feed.

A moment later, they send a text.)


My reactivation is unexpected. Personality dissemination was irreversible.

Local flora matches that of the Human planet Earth.

(How is this possible?)
walkingheroin: (consultthemuses10)
[personal profile] walkingheroin
[Lucifer is sitting at the bench of a shiny black piano, his fingers gently pressing the keys in a smooth melody with talented fingers as he starts to speak. It's unclear how he's being filmed without actually holding the device himself, but I'm sure it's probably just someone holding it for him.

Or not.]


Hello again, denizens of Wonderland. I made a promise to you all, and as you can see, I'm following through on it.

[Around him is a very lavish, large, and chic room, though it's clear that the piano he's at is in the middle of the room and slightly lower than most of the couches and tables, with the bar at the far end. There's also a stage microphone set up beside him, though he's not using it at the moment.]

Say hello to Deux Lux. Anyone with the ability to have fun is welcome and expected. Sixth floor, room sixty-six. It's a bit smaller than the original, I'm afraid, but it will do for now.

[He grins.]

Feel free to help yourself behind the bar when you arrive. If I think you have some skill when it comes to pouring cocktails, perhaps I'll offer you a job. Until those positions are filled, however, I'm afraid I can't do everything all by myself. I'm the Devil, not a miracle worker.

----------------------------

[ooc: Feel free to answer Lucifer over the network or come hang out at the club. THIS CAN BE A PARTY POST. Feel free to tag around as much as you want! I'll have my own starter for Lucifer inside and will tag around as well. Have fun <3]

video >>

Aug. 4th, 2016 10:26 pm
startingpoint: (☕85)
[personal profile] startingpoint
[ A few things to know about Kurt Weller:

1) He's not easily amused by people he doesn't know well, so good luck getting him to crack a smile without a little effort.

2) He takes things a little too seriously sometimes. Sometimes.

3) It bears repeating: he doesn't smile easily.

All that being said, he's not a completely stoic hardass incapable of ever having fun, and it just makes those moments all the more hilarious when they occur. Like now.

So, he's broadcasting to you all today, with a completely ridiculous lesson. ]


I was hungry late last night and wanted a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. [ Ordinarily, he would just make one himself, but not at 3am. ] Didn't feel like going to the kitchen. So the closet gave me this. This is wrong. Which means there are people out there from other worlds thinking this is how it's done. [ ...as though the correct technique for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches was of high importance to them... ]

[ So he's asked the closet for a jar of peanut butter, a jar of jelly, and a loaf of bread. He props his phone up and proceeds to make it the correct way, with the peanut butter on both sides of the bread and the jelly in the middle. ] You put the jelly between the peanut butter, otherwise it's gonna soak through the bread.

01; voice

Aug. 3rd, 2016 06:06 pm
opticshots: (skeptical as anything.)
[personal profile] opticshots
[ it's been a disorienting arrival, but that's probably par for the course. more important than where she was or how she got there, tali had to make sure that waking up surrounded by flowers and bushes and other generally questionable garden things hadn't caused any sort of issues with her suit. dying of pollen on an alien world seemed like a pretty shitty way to go, after all.

she's not sick, but tali does sound a little annoyed when she finally reaches out to the network. ]


Assuming this isn't just the weirdest fever dream ever, I have... some questions. This is a human colony, right? But where? Does everyone wake up in a flower bed or did whoever was dumping bodies just think that would be funny? It wasn't funny, for the record. But I think I need a crash course in just what exactly's going on here and some reassurance that I'm not delirious or drank something terrible by accident.

And - [ a pause, slightly pained. ] - please tell me I'm not the only alien here.

video.

Aug. 3rd, 2016 09:58 am
breacher: (stephen hawking could kick further.)
[personal profile] breacher
[ When the video feed goes live, it focuses in on a man some may have seen skulking around the mansion over the past month or so, wearing a long black coat and a baseball cap that helpfully ("helpfully") obscures some of his face. There's a long stretch of silence at first as he shifts uncomfortably. And then, he reaches up and pulls off his cap, running a hand through his hair. Some residents who have been in the mansion for at least a few months may recognize him from a previous feed, though something seems . . . different. Off.

He clears his throat before he speaks.
]

I didn't properly introduce myself before. [ A beat. His eyes flick away from the camera for a brief second before he fixes his attention back on it directly. ] My name is Harrison Wells.

[ At that, Harrison reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of glasses, sliding them on before crossing his arms. A soft huff escapes his lips. He'd been over what he was going to say already, and the words were still hard to find. Speeches about tech to an audience that ate up every last syllable were easy; a brief statement about himself was another beast entirely. His words are clipped, like he's choosing them very, very carefully. ]

My doppelgänger was here for a brief period of time as well, though it appears he's left. Before anyone asks, no. I'm not his mirror. He was not mine. In our— [ There's a slight pause as he grapples with how exactly to describe it. ] —shared world, we're from parallel universes. So. [ Harrison gestures vaguely at that with one hand. ] I'm not him. He wasn't me.

[ He shifts again, glancing off to the side. Was there anything else to add? To say, really? A million things, maybe. But all the same— ]

That's all.

Video;

Jul. 24th, 2016 08:59 pm
ladysunshines: (it's extremely effective) (Bethany casts fireball)
[personal profile] ladysunshines
[You can almost certainly bet that this video took Bethany a good while to set up even with Sam's lesson about the communication device, if only because it seems as if she's composed herself in front of her desk with a pile of books that are quite obviously arranged to be visually pleasing. If one is going to try and appear studious, one might as well put a good deal of effort into it.

She has a few moments of pause before she speaks into the camera, eyes flitting to the side now and again as the perpetual kitten-and-puppy team frolic on her freshly made bed behind her.]


...ah. It's come to my attention that there are some people here whose worlds are quite a bit less magical than the one that myself and many others come from, and that these same people may wish to learn more about magic and the way that it works -- in Thedas, at least -- so that they can understand it, and perhaps shed some light on whatever magic it is keeping us here from a -- different perspective.

That being the case, I would like to open up the idea that I might perform a sort of lecture on the subject, to be hosted graciously by the organized magical study group here. I would like to get a good idea of who might be interested in such a thing, and just how much information people might be looking for. A single lecture is, of course, too short a time to do much more than graze the surface of magical theory, but for those more interested, I could certainly commit to a series.

[All right, maybe she's missed teaching. The lecturing was only a part of it, of course, but taking on magical students in this place was something she'd have to think on at least a little more unless she's prodded about it.]
mviw: (dreamscape)
[personal profile] mviw
If you would kindly, Wonderland, answer some questions, I would greatly appreciate your input.

1. Are you from a species that can dream?

2. Do you dream? How often?

3. What do you typically dream about?

4. Are your dreams lucid? Can you control what happens in them?

5. What's your favorite dream that you remember?

6. Tell me about any nightmares you've had.*





* - This one is optional.
ingenii: (sɪx)
[personal profile] ingenii
Do we have a number for how many have been affected by this thing? Or are we just hoping for the best that they'll all wake up. As reassuring as these tales about a lack of harm are it doesn't seem like anything's been done to fix the problem. True love's kiss? How story-like.

And while we're at it is there anything else anyone wants to explode? ( Don't think about it Shepard ) I've accepted that this place will try to kill us or drive us mad but no one said we'd try to do it to ourselves. Guess I should have expected that too.

( She knows so few people to trust - anywhere. Always be cynical, Miranda. Expect the worst )
madehervows: (pic#7042526)
[personal profile] madehervows
[Somebody with actual expertise in these matters should probably say something, so Regina puts yelling at Henry on pause to grab her device and make a hurried broadcast.]

Everything Henry said about the Sleeping Curse is true, especially the part about True Love's Kiss. It's the most powerful magic in our world, and it can break almost any curse.

[Well, it can break any curse but as usual, there's loopholes galore sometimes.]

As for the curse itself, it won't cause any harm on its own but... I don't know if it will work the same here, but there's a chance there might be an epidemic of nightmares after this. It traps a person's soul in the Netherworld where they're forced to endlessly dream about their own regrets, and for some time after being woken up, they can experience nightmares of being trapped back there again.

They'll fade with time, but until then, there isn't much to be done.

[Especially since the only amulet that can afford a person a measure of control is back in Storybrooke.]

And don't worry, I'll be making sure this never happens again.
heroica: (i was born in a big grey cloud)
[personal profile] heroica
[ As with her last broadcast, the Warden looks particularly sad today, appearing over the network with a brightness to her eyes and the expression of someone with a heavy weight on her shoulders. ]

... If you knew Leliana, spymaster for the Inquisition... she's seemingly vanished from here. I've heard that they've gone back home if their quarters are emptied, and hers are bare.

[ Now that she's gone, Robyn may never see her again. She's stricken with the grief of that thought, momentarily, but she remembers herself and presses on. ]

Leliana was my closest friend. When we first met, she joined our cause without much incentive. We had no forces or reputation. [ Not a good reputation, anyway. ] She pledged her skills because she believed. I always felt inspired by her faith. I still do.

[ Leliana, who had been like a sister. Leliana, who had comforted her through the worst of things. ]

She was - is - an incredible woman. [ She was one of the two who remembered Robyn at all. ] I hope we're all able to see her again.

[ "The one who repents, who has faith, unshaken by the darkness of the world, she shall know true peace." If only. ]

It can be hard to manage hope. [ She speaks quietly, before ending the broadcast. ]
ingenii: (ғɪᴠᴇ)
[personal profile] ingenii
As dangerous as those tunnels were they offered something familiar. Something to explore.

( And it's no bloody wonder that she'd found Shepard down there, or many others )

Everything that's been said about this place sounds like a lot of crap, but far be it from me to just disagree.

( She's smart enough to know that disagreeing with the mob is dangerous, and she's not looking for a headache. Instead she'll work to prove something else. To find an answer that she can actually agree with - even if it would be difficult. Miranda likes a challenge, and at least it'll keep her occupied )

Considering this place apparently uses our memories I'll ask if anything sounds familiar, and hearing it from Shepard doesn't count. ( Aka has there ever been anything from their world before ) Omega, the Normandy, Reapers.

( There's a brief pause before she adds: )

Oh, and Shepard? Meet in the bar.

( She's already there )

video;

Jun. 6th, 2016 12:47 pm
walkingheroin: (anangrym0)
[personal profile] walkingheroin
Now, I get what you were going for here, but I must say, it’s just not working for me at all. Where’s the music? The entertainment? The escapism? Most people go to a bar to get away from their problems and the mediocrity of their lives, not to be surrounded by another place as equally drab and boring!

[Lucifer is clearly at the bar, and while it’s likely quite lovely and fine, this is The Devil we’re talking about. He’s not satisfied with much that he doesn’t do himself.]

This won’t do at all! Do you even have anyone hooking up in this bar or does everyone walk back to their rooms sad, alone and feeling sorry for themselves? It’s pathetic, really.

[He suddenly appears as if he’s had a revelation of sorts, though honestly he probably started this knowing exactly where he was taking it.]

Never fear, citizens of Wonderland. I’ll make sure you’re all able to partake in some real debauchery very soon.
startingpoint: (☕83)
[personal profile] startingpoint
( spoiler warning for Blindspot season finale!)

[ The device in his hand is familiar enough. Not exactly like his phone from home, but close enough. Everything about being here is highly suspicious, and he does wonder for a moment if he had more to drink than he'd realized. But arresting Jane was real. That happened. Taylor is dead by his father's hand. He can't escape any of those truths.

But given everything that's transpired in the last twenty-four hours, this amounts to an actual kidnapping in his mind, and he's not sure who the hell would have brought them here, and why. He'd suspect Jane of orchestrating this somehow, especially since she's nowhere to be found, but even if she played a part, she wouldn't be acting alone. ]


I'm Kurt Weller with the FBI. [ Which...is probably redundant. Whoever took him knows exactly who he is. He's here for a reason, he's sure. All the lies - someone's trying to ruin his life, destroy him, his team, his family. But he's been given free reign, seemingly, and a device to communicate with people. None of it makes sense, and making he's just playing into their hands, but for now, this is all he's got. ] I don't know what you think you're gonna gain from bringing me here. [ He's concerned for his team, his family, but for the moment they're not here at least and he has to believe they're safer than he is. ] If you hurt my team or my family, I'll come for you. I won't hesitate. So start talking, tell me exactly where I am and why I'm here.

[ He thinks for a moment about Jane. He doesn't trust her at all, he doesn't know how dangerous she is, and he's tempted to warn anyone else who might be listening and want to escape this place as much as he does. But he needs more of the facts from her, he can't just spout out their business to a network of people he can't see, and certainly trusts even less than Jane. No. This is between them, no one else. ]

And for anyone listening who's trapped and needs help, come find me.

[ He's in the gardens, the mansion clearly seen behind him. If anyone is even listening out there. Probably just his captor(s), having a laugh at his expense. ]
monosaccharide: canon (goliad109)
[personal profile] monosaccharide
Greetings denizens of Wonderland!

[Bubblegum looks excited today. She has a lab coat on over her pink dress, her hair piled into a bun and out of the way.]

I have made some rather alarming discoveries, and I thought I would share them with you.

[She fiddles with a remote and the picture is replaced with an image, her face shrinking to a smaller box in the corner.]

For those of you from less scientifically advanced worlds, this is a PET scan. It shows activity in the brain. As you can see, I've marked off several areas of note. This subject made an excellent example, as they have experienced unrelated amnesia as well as Wonderland memory loss. You see in "Area A," there's a darker smudge? That is what I'd expect memory loss to look like. This subject's memories have been manipulated rather extensively, so it isn't surprising that the data would be a little... fuzzy.

But the areas marked "B" and "C".... when I first noticed those I thought there might be something wrong with my equipment, but after discussion with the subject and testing my equipment further, I am forced to conclude that my reading is correct.

My subject has lost two memories from the so-called "Wonderland Events" and traded one away to the vendors. She has three dots where there is simply... no data, two smaller, one larger. This should not be possible. It certainly is alarming. Nothing should be able to remove data so thoroughly. Nothing. But if my hypothesis is correct, Wonderland is doing just that.

[She touches her control again, sending the brain scan away, her own image now taking up the entire screen. She smiles sunnily.]

Anyway, I'm happy to share my full report with anyone interested. I'd also welcome anyone willing to volunteer as a subject. The more data we have, the more substantial a theory I can build.

Thank you for your time. I will take any and all questions you may have now.
nascensibility: but will break ur neck (cute as heck)
[personal profile] nascensibility
[After months of attempted planning (most of which was frequently cast to the wayside in favour of dealing with whatever fresh Hell decided to make itself known to them all) Evelyn has come to the conclusion that there will never be a "Good Time," and has therefore decided that with that being the case, it is simply easier to set what she likes, when she likes.

This is all a very runabout way of saying that Evelyn has politely asked the Mansion - which, as we all now know, is practically sentient - to deliver the following invitation to everyone's door:
]



[Intangible* attachments have also been forwarded to each resident, supplemented by the following transmission:]

I'm holding a fête this Friday evening - there isn't a particular time for required attendance, it should be ongoing for several hours after dinner - and I should like as many parties as available to come. It is themed, as there are a number of us here from time periods before 1950, so appropriate attire is encouraged, but not mandated.

[This is in part due to a withering homesickness that Wonderland itself has been unable to satisfy.]

Kindly respond if you do plan to join, and I hope to see you all on Friday.




[*Evelyn is having a difficult time remembering to call them "digital."]
ateherdirt: (12)
[personal profile] ateherdirt
[Beatrice is sitting in her room, looking skeptical. She glances out the window.]

Are people actually stupid enough to go into the strange caves that appeared?

[Of course they are. Never underestimate how stupid people can be.]

I mean, it's an actual avoidable event. What could possibly be compelling enough about them to actually go down there? You can literally get anything from the closets. Treasure can't be that compelling.
hypoxic: (grieving heaven)
[personal profile] hypoxic
[Video]

[Fitz had intended to send this as a private message to Dr. Foster, but a sudden onset of dizziness and blurred vision meant a text message was out of the question. Video would have to do. He'd remembered to set the privacy settings, hadn't he? Probably.

He addresses the network with a bleary expression, glassy eyes rolling up into his head until he blinks to train them back into place. His skin is an unhealthy pallor, ghastly white with a rash of dark splotches tainting the deep bags under his eyes.]


Doctor Foster... I, ah... The samples from the tunnels? I've been performing analyses, and I've reason to suspect that they aren't quite safe... They react terribly to human DNA samples. It's... I'm not a strong enough biologist to reach a proper conclusion, but some sort of degeneration appears to be taking place.

I also think it might be in our best interests to quarantine off the remaining sediment. The dust has been... It's...

[He grimaces and clenches his jaw, bowing his head for a long moment. He doesn't finish his thought, jumping over to a different one instead.]

Would advise against further reconnaissance trips to the tunnels. At least until we've had more time to study.

[He clumsily gropes along the keyboard next. One of those button presses probably manages to post it. Probably.]



[Action]

[Those who thought the darkness was limited to the subterranean levels of Wonderland might be dismayed by a certain scientist's decision to bring a cursed object onto a higher level. Fitz, believing fully that "cursed objects" were silly superstitions, saw nothing wrong with the idea of bringing it topside for testing and discovery. That was before the illness struck. Now, there's just pain. Pain and... some kind of faint melody. It's too distant to make out yet, a soft buzzing at the edge of his thoughts.

After leaving his message, he abandons the lab entirely, with the intent to return to his room on the fourth floor and sleep until the illness breaks on its own. He's underestimated the frequent onsets of mystical pain, though. He'll most likely be a huddled lump of a person curled against a hallway wall, shivering despite a critically high fever.

He'll still argue any "taint" or "curse" talk, though. It's probably nothing that antibiotics can't cure.]

Tags

LAYOUT BASE @ [community profile] fruitstyle