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[The video opens on a close-up of Shaun. He's not looking his best--a little more tired and drawn than usual, but he still has a smile for the camera. He's a Mason. He always has a smile for the camera.]

So, Wonderland. It has come down to this. Decaf coffee, and no-brand cola.

[He pans the camera around to where three other people are sitting at a table. One of them looks like he could be Shaun's twin, while the other two are a pair of Georgia Masons, one in sunglasses, one in contacts. All three of them have sour expressions in their faces while they contemplate the substandard beverages in front of them. He turns the camera back to himself.]

I'll be taking bets on how long we last without actually murdering each other in these conditions. Anyone else wondering what would happen if we pushed a being from oh say a dream realm into the core to see if that would give it a jumpstart? Food for thought. Or maybe for the rest of us. [He shrugs and the other Shaun's voice comes from offscreen: "Give it a rest, Mason." He shrugs again and offers another camera-ready smile.]

Tune in as the endtimes approach and find out who will survive Battle Royale: Masonfest!

[An empty can of no-brand coke flies at this head and he turns off the camera.]

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Dec. 4th, 2019 01:41 pm
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[A very purple person appears on the screen, with a... string hanging from her mouth? She's apparently chewing on whatever the string's attached to, since her voice starts out in the telltale "talking while eating" tone anyone who's known her would find very, very familiar.]

'Sup fools!

[And now she gulps down whatever it was, and the string disappears with it. Its identity will remain forever a mystery.]

I guess I'm back in time for the yearly December nightmare thing? I can't even tell how long it's been, haha! But check it out, I've been doin' a bunch, and I'm a new 'n improved Amethyst!

[She poses to show off her new looks. Mainly it involves a new outfit, much different than the ones she's been seen in before, but to anyone not familiar with how this works for gems... it's really just a change of clothes.]

Oh! Since I got here I've been catching up! [She hops over a pile of junk (apparently in her new room) to dig something out, then returns to show off her own copy of Dipper and Mabel's Guide to Wonderland.] Glad I missed out on all this Queen drama. I've had enough Diamond drama to deal with for like... thirty lifetimes. Gem lifetimes. There were some other newspaper things going into a bunch of stuff too, but those looked mad boring.

But whatever! Who all's here now?
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[Action]

[Steven finds himself quite literally dropped back into Wonderland.

Specifically, he falls into a patch of flowers in the garden. He quickly panics as he notices the flowers he's inadvertantly crushed.]


Whoops! I- I got this! [With that, he starts to... kiss each crushed flower individually. But with each kiss, there's a sparkling effect, and the flower is restored back to perfect condition.

After a few of those, he freezes up as it finally hits him.]


...Wonderland. I'm back in Wonderland!

[One can find him while he's fixing up those flowers in the garden, or while he's on his way back to the mansion in search of his friends.]

[Video]

[And eventually he'll make contact over the network. He beams at the video feed and speaks.]

Hello, Wonderland? This is Steven... Steven Universe! Remember me? Because I sure remember you! [A confused blink.] Am I supposed to remember you? ...Well, I do anyway! I guess I'm here again. It's... kinda been a few years for me back home, since the time that I was last here. Anyone know how long I've been gone in Wonderland time? What's been happening - solve any more mysteries? How... has everyone been doing, in general? I'm - okay, I wish I was back home, but it's still nice to be here!
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[The kid on your communicator gives you a big, easy grin. He waves. He's got a baseball shirt on with a great big yellow smiley face in the middle. He looks like he walked out of High School Musical -- absolutely oozing wholesomeness and brightness. Also, his head is a completely normal size.]

Hello, Wonderland! My name's Dib! I'm sorta new here, so I was wondering if you guys had any tips and tricks -- life hacks, you know? For getting used to Wonderland.

I already know about the mirrors. Apparently, mine is really depressing? I heard he goes around in black all the time and talks to himself, mostly about things nobody cares about. Sounds like he can be pretty annoying! If you see him, you should just pretend he's not there till I get back.

[He grins! It's cheerful!]

Anyway, that's it for now! Dib out!

[He waves, like he just can't wait to get to know all of the great people here in Wonderland.]

--

[Action]

[A much less cheerful boy, who has been here much longer than his mirror is trying to pretend, has gotten away from his mirror's accomplice for the moment and is frantically banging his fist on a mirror.]

That's not me! He's an impostor! You've got to believe me. I'd never dress like that! Or say 'life hacks!'

Come on, somebody let me out already!
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[Alice looks thoughtful when she first appears on screen. Even though she's given this a lot of consideration, she's still not sure exactly what she wants to say. After a moment of last-second stalling though, she sighs.]

...I'm very sorry, everyone. I keep trying to think of what this next event could be, but I think I may have stretched myself too thin this time. I don't usually get evently thoughts twice in a row this way, so perhaps that's why? I feel like it's...less, than it was. There isn't much muchness to it at all, I'm afraid.

[She holds her fingers to her temples, as though that might help somehow or make it clearer to see, but it doesn't seem to do anything. The whole thing is terribly frustrating.]

This time it's rarely anything, just a thought that's stuck in my head like a catchy song. It's enough for me to know that it's from something coming our way, but it's such a passing thought that it's not anything helpful or useful or even coherent as something we would be going through! It's so little that it could be nice or Wonderland could twist everyone's hopes around in knots.

[It does tend to do that on occasion. None of this musing is helpful either though, so she tries one more time.]

Maybe it's best given as a question for everyone to ponder with me...

...Do you believe in happy endings? Or happily ever after?
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[The broadcast begins with a snippet of video: a memory, from long ago, of a woman being stabbed. "W-Why would you do this? We’re-- you’re supposed to be my sister!" The view switches to Georgia’s face, unsmiling as usual beneath her sunglasses.]

It’s been almost two years since we first learned of the White Queen’s murder. I’ve spent those two years talking to everyone who might possibly have been there, asking questions, investigating, finding every hole in the story that I can pull at and questioning every conclusion. The Red Queen didn’t know. The White Queen didn’t remember, though considering it turns out she was just the Jabberwock in disguise, that makes sense. Finally, on the Dream Side, I had the chance to ask our leading suspect what had happened.

[The view switches to another clip: The Queen of Hearts, younger, ghostly, in full battle armor, vorpal sword in hand, with the faint sounds of Southern Nights playing in the background.

"When you slay a monster over and over, locked in combat for years and years with a creature that can never die…"

She stabs the ghostly sword forward, just under the camera.

"...you forget that others can."

Georgia reappears, absently touching her stomach.]


I’m not one for fairytales, generally, but this story calls for the classic opener: Once upon a time, there were three Queens. The Red Queen ruled over the Real Side and wielded the Vorpal Shield. The White Queen ruled over the Mirror Side and wielded the Vorpal Yarn. And the Queen of Hearts? She wielded the Vorpal Sword and ruled over the side of Wonderland we’ve only just learned exists. The Dream Side. Among other things, this might explain why she’s a playing card when her sisters are both chess pieces.

The Queen of Heart’s job was to fight the Jabberwock. This isn’t a fight she could win for good, only keep fighting for eternity. She was not happy with her role, and just as she does now, she had a temper.

[Georgia adjusts her sunglasses and leans in a little closer.]

For what it’s worth, I do believe she loved her sister, and I do not believe she considers the White Queen’s death a fair price for the Mirror Side. That doesn’t excuse what she did, but it’s still important to know. The White Queen’s muder wasn’t premeditated. I don’t know the exact details. Maybe they were having an argument. Maybe the Queen of Hearts was just having a bad day. Whatever the reason, the Queen of Hearts stabbed the White Queen. The White Queen didn’t come back. The Queen of Hearts took over the Mirror Side, and the Jabberwock gets out of the Dream Side and comes to terrorize us every few years.

So that’s it. One mystery solved. A thousand still to go. [Her mouth twists into a bitter almost-smile.] Stay tuned.
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[The device comes on to a litany of swear words, many of which involving bodily things that can't actually be done. One hopes.

Then a face comes into focus wearing a dark suit and midnight black shades, and waving about a gun with his free hand.]


Are you fucking kidding me, Wonderland? Seriously? What the fuck?

[He sighs, shaking his head as Seth tries to calm himself, looking down and then back up.]

Fine. I'm back. I'll assume Richie and Kate aren't. What about Maggie? Lucifer? Chloe? Any of you hearing this? I'm in Chloe's favorite spot in the caves and about to start the hike back. I'm cranky and I'm hungry and I need a fucking beer.

[Wonderland. Is this for fucking real? Except he's most angry about the fact he had forgotten. Forgotten Maggie and Chloe and his life here. And that has him angriest of all.]

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Jun. 18th, 2019 04:12 pm
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[ He's now left and returned more than once here in Wonderland, and they've both seemingly lost their daughter. It's for the better, truly, given how volatile this place is. It's not home, and they're not truly safe here, but Christ, he misses the chance to just be with her.

More than anything, though, he loathes that Claire has had to endure their partings. So it's not often that he addresses the others in this place through the device given to him, but many thoughts weigh heavy on his mind at the moment. ]


If someone wishes not to leave this place, for the sake of the family they have here, can it be done?

[ So many wish to leave, but has anyone been successful with the opposite, he wonders. ]

My wife and I have been parted quite enough as it is, I dinna wish to leave her ever again. No' so long as she remains here. [ His wife is waiting for him back home, too, but while there's a version of his wife in Wonderland, he can't fathom or abide not being with her. ] It troubles me to think I could wake tomorrow and be gone again, while my wife might be forced to remain here alone for years.
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So, hi. Carol. We probably haven't met yet because I'm still kinda new. Hala and the Supreme Intelligence was my fault though so ... sorry or you're welcome, depending.

[She is not good at these sorts of things so she's mostly just trying to convey the information that the White Queen asked her to as cleanly as possible. The people here deserve to know.

The Mirrors probably do too. She'll figure out how to communicate with them in a bit.]


While we were over there, I spoke to the White Queen. She told me, in as much as she could tell anything, that where we were wasn't a part of Wonderland. The phrase she used was "stones crack open," which leads me to believe that whatever that little adventure did, it might have ... knocked other things loose. We should try and be prepared for what the consequences of that may be.

There was a lot she couldn't say - she was just a ghost and I think communicating was hard for her because of it, or because of something done to her, I couldn't be sure. I also think that wherever that was, being "not Wonderland" might have been why it was so hard for the Red Queen to bring us back.

[That's the easy part. Now comes to the difficult part, which a lot of people may have figured out already - she doesn't know who else the White Queen happened to talk to.]

She also wanted everyone to know that the White Queen was never the White Queen. It was the creature - the Jabberwocky - the entire time, and I guess the snap in the last event just forced it to exposes themselves. She's very sorry.

Which, not her fault, given the dead of it all, but I promised her I would let everyone know.

[And now she has hit the bottom of the information she has to share, she's going to open the floor.]

I don't know if I was the only one but if anyone else had some interesting conversations over there and cares to share, I think the only way we really gain any ground here is having as much information out in the open as possible. So ... the floor is yours.

I also have a question. What, if anything, do you guys already know about how the real White Queen was murdered?

[And with that, the video will end and she'll be writing a message for the Mirrors while she waits for any responses.]
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[Georgia’s been scarce lately. Between her office getting a giant hole in it thanks to Entrapta and Peridot’s experiments and both Shaun and herself dying in a recent event… she’s not in a great place. But she can’t allow herself to sulk for too long. She doesn’t like it, and it won’t get them anywhere.

Fortunately, there’s one mystery she has an actual way to answer. Hopefully. She’s standing on the far side of the lake, holding a white rose. It looks very delicate next to the extreme amounts of body armor she’s wearing. Leather jacket with armored joints, jeans woven with kevlar, a freaking helmet... she’s ready for war.

Shaun, who usually has to be argued and ordered and bribed into body armor, is similarly attired. Armored jacket, jeans, helmet, guns in holsters on each of his hips… and a rocket launcher aimed at the rose in George's hand.

Georgia adjusts her sunglasses before she speaks.]


As many of you know, I’ve been investigating the White Queen’s initial death for a very long time. She gave me a way to contact her in case of emergencies. I haven’t had cause to use it, but in light of recent events…. [She grimaces.] It seems prudent to try.

Have I ever mentioned that I love your interview style, George? You just have a way of putting your subjects a ease. [Shaun gives her a sunny smile as he shifts the rocket launcher on his shoulder. He's real glad not to be dead anymore.]

[She shoots him a glare, then continues.] As you’ll notice, we’re taking every precaution. We’re as far from the Mansion as we can get. We’re armed. I think Shaun’s actually hoping for the worst case scenario so he can test out his new girlfriend. I can’t guarantee it’ll be enough, but if the Jabberwock is back we’re fucked anyway so… [She shrugs.] Better to know now.

I'm ready when you are.

[Georgia nods sharply. Then, very carefully, she tugs off one of the petals and lets it float to the ground.

For a moment, nothing happens. Then something falls on Georgia’s head, almost imperceptible through the helmet. She frowns and looks up.]


That’s weird. Is it… raining?

[The next one falls directly on her face. At this point? It’s clearly not water. It’s a small and very cranky looking lizard. And it’s not alone. Falling from the sky in the area directly surrounding her and Georgia are hundreds of tiny lizards. Georgia ducks, covering her face.]

What the fuck?

WHY ARE THERE LIZARDS EVERYWHERE? [The rocket launcher will not be helpful in this situation. Shaun sets it down but then… he's at a loss. What the fuck are they supposed to do about all these lizards?

Georgia charges forward towards the camera, shielding her face with her hand.]


Safe to say things are not fine and dandy with the White Queen. Also safe to say I have even less idea what the fuck is going on than earlier. [She glances behind at Shaun, then back to the camera.] ...stand by for more information.

[End feed. But not quite end of the lizard rain, which lasts a little longer before petering out. Wonderful.]
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[ It takes a moment for the image to come into focus, as Nora tries to remind herself just how far away to hold the camera on the device to record this type of message, which the technology in her own world didn't allow for. Eventually, a woman with red curls wearing a uniform akin to those of the revolutionary war is visible on the screen. ]

Not gonna lie, I never expected to see this place again.

[ There's a fondness in her tone - her time at the mansion had been one of the better parts of her life since thawing out - but her irritation is clear too. She doesn't have any more time to waste here now that she has a concrete lead to finding her son. ]

I'm guessing most of the people I knew here have moved on back home, so introductions are in order. Nora Endicott, General of the Minutemen. I'm not sure how long I've been away, but I'd be grateful for any information you can give me on the current state of affairs. There's no such thing as being too prepared, after all.

[ She's about to turn the feed off, but instead she hesitates, her expression softening as she allows herself to show a little of the emotion, not to mention the fleeting hope, that she has at being back here. ]

...Sam? Are you still here?

[ She shakes her head, sighing in irritation at herself. ]

Since when did I become such a sentimental idiot?
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[It's roughly an hour after Entrapta's announcement that Peridot comes online with her own. By now the rain has started to fall heavily now, and people have had their chance to be angry. Hopefully, Entrapta's fielding some of that. Peridot offered, but... Well, she's glad she doesn't have to yell at everyone.

She's vacated the lab and returned to the barn/room she shares with Lapis. The window and door seem to have been barricaded, though whether that's for the weather or the possibility of an angry mob, we just don't know. In her hand, Peridot has Entrapta's tape recorder, while her own communicator is propped up a few feet away.]


As Entrapta has already informed you, we did contact the Core, and there were some... complications, but that doesn't change our results! Witness this.

[She hits play with a savage "nyeh!" sound and a horrific distorted, almost Zalgo-like sound comes out of it. It's difficult to catch everything because there's a constant loud droning of voices that blend together into nonsense, but occasionally responses can be heard. Under the din, Peridot's own voice is more clear with her questions.

"What is Wonderland's intended purpose and what controls it?"

"S-so what about the Residents? Where do they go when they're not needed? Can you set them free? Have any them actually been unmade? If you need everyone to be together, then what about them? Where do they fit in?"

"What about the Mirrors? Is it because we don't belong here, so you're trying to make something of ours that does belong? Are they part of us or are they part of you?"

By the last question, the voices have become a din that crackles the recording into static. For the most part, there's not much that can be heard from the Core itself except for a litany of voices and occasional words thrown together. TOGETHER, BALANCE, WELCOME HOME, ALWAYS, and WE'VE MISSED YOU seem clearer than others. It's honestly terrifying.]


As I have a perfect memory, I remember the Core's exact responses, though... it was just as hard to understand in person. Most of the answers were nonsense, but it seems to be incredibly focused on all of us being together. There's a moment early on where it starts singing. Here.

[She rewinds the tape until she reaches the beginning where the Core answers her first question, and while the sound is distorted and awful like a music box played underwater, when Peridot joins in to sing along, it becomes much more clear.] Through the years we all will be together, if the fates allow...

See? There's a lot of things like that. [She shifts the recorder in her hands.] This is preliminary data, and we may not ever be able to speak to the Core again, but there's one thing I feel absolutely certain of.

[Her voice, as arrogant and proud as it had been, suddenly goes very grave]

I think Wonderland wants us to stay here.

[ooc: the relevant parts of the log the recorder is playing can be found here, though be warned, it is VERY difficult to make out a lot of it from a recording device that was affected heavily by the distortions.]
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[Eleanor isn't...great about being vulnerable as it is. But it's even worse knowing how many people she's about to open up to. So she takes a deep breath before she actually speaks, letting it out in a slow sigh. And gives the most forced smile ever.]

So...hi. I uh. I was gone, for a bit. Went back to my world and stuff happened and now I'm here again. And it kind of means my memory is all over the place, because, surprise, Michael reset my memory again while I was back there. And I'm kind of...having a hard time. I can't even remember which room was mine.

[Eugh, that was so honest and sincere. She closes her eyes, as if it doesn't count if she isn't looking. Honestly it doesn't work at all, and she stares into the camera again, expression tight.]


Just. What do you guys do to like...ignore how fucked up the inside of your head is? Fuck, nobody else is probably dealing with this. My point is I need a distraction, or maybe a head injury. Suggestions welcome. So. Bye, I guess.

[She scowls, annoyed at how that fell apart at the end, but. Fuck, she tried, right?]
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[Georgia is sitting in her office, looking like a mess. This is an event. She knows it's an event. But that doesn't stop the panic that gripped her heart when she woke up and Shaun wasn't there.]

Where the fuck is my brother?

[Behind her, there's a creepy teddy bear in a distinctive pink sweater and an odd robot. She grabs them, holding them in front of her, rage barely contained under her sunglasses.]

His stuff's still here, plus this bullshit, which definitely does not belong to either of us, so I'm assuming he's not gone for good. [He'd better not be gone for good. She'd burn Wonderland to the ground.] Who else is missing?

[She gives the weird robot a twisted smile, no amusement in it at all.]

You're supposed to fetch things. Can you fetch Shaun?

[She doubts it. She gives the camera another glare, then turns off the feed.]
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[Action]

TWDG spoilers be here )

[And then his Wonderland memories click back into place and oh. That's the actual fuck. He'll stay there a moment, to get his bearings, after a few hellos to anyone passing by, but he's quickly on the move. He goes to find Clem first (always, always first) trying to push back the panic that she could come from any point in time and that's a deeply concerning thought. After that, it's off to find Michonne, to touch base, an update on their shared world- however far apart they might be within it. And then, finally, he seeks out his friends, trying their rooms or their preferred haunts. Whoever it is he's going to see, they get a smile and a wave.]

Sooooo I'm back. Still kicking.


Video:

[Once Louis has found as many people as he can, he sets up the video with a casual wave of hello.]

'Sup folks, I'm back, your friendly neighbourhood Louis! Like a bad smell, I know. I had a super fun trip back home. In case you're wondering: yes, yes it is still full of dead people. I know that's the update you were all waiting for.

[It's WAY easier to joke about this than relay the crap he's been through in the last couple weeks. No one wants to hear that, and he doesn't especially want to talk about it. He knows he's going to have to sift through it all eventually. Process it properly, but for now, he'd still rather avoid it all. Cover it up with a smile and a joke.]

ANYhoo, how're things here? Anything set on fire while I was gone? Did I miss any plot twists in the latest episode of Our Wonderland Lives? Fill me in!
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Hello, everyone. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Julia Shumway and I write for Wonderland's Shattered Mirror blog.

[ After a year, she has at least gotten used to saying the word 'blog' without fighting a roll of her eyes. She feels like part of the Wonderland community now, and it's been a while since she felt like her way of doing things was the only right way. At least, for the most part. ]

I'm going to be running a series about people in Wonderland and the different backgrounds we all stem from. My hope is that it will be not only informative, but a way for all of us to find some common ground and relate to each other, and to learn from each other. It will also help keep documentation of people who have come to Wonderland, even after we're sent home.

I've compiled a list of questions to ask you and we can conduct the interviews in person or via text. Participation is entirely voluntary, of course, but if you would be interested in being interviewed for a piece, please respond to this message or contact me privately. I really look forward to speaking with some of you.

[ She offers a parting smile before ending the feed.

More information can be found in the linked post! ]
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[Peridot seems to be broadcasting from… a barn, which if anyone has actually seen her and Lapis’s room makes total sense. She has a whiteboard behind her that has a lot of squiggles and equations that make perfect sense to her.]

Claude, hold the camera steady. [Offscreen, there is a meow. Claude is doing no such thing. The only reason the camera isn’t moving is because the kitten has not decided it’s something to play with yet. Peridot is still satisfied that she’s being heeded and clears her throat.]

Greetings, fellow prisoners of Wonderland. Some of you may be aware that since my arrival I have been seeking to understand the machinations of this place we’re trapped in. Some of you mistakenly believe this is merely a planetoid or a world composed entirely by magic with no other explanation, and you just accept that, which is exactly what the clods in charge what you to think!

But with the latest upset as of two months ago, it’s clear that my theories were right all along. This place you call Wonderland is merely a simulation, and our current bodies are highly detailed computer simulated projections, while our physical bodies are in stasis. I’ve adjusted my theories to allow the inclusion of magic into the nature of this place, but the overall theory remains true. Accompanying this broadcast is an account of some of my findings. I hope you’ll enlighten yourselves, allow yourselves to expand your thinking, and also thank Entrapta for her own growing research into the Core. It’s about time this matter was handled by true geniuses.

[Yeah. Anyway. She pauses dramatically and waits for the camera to turn off, presumably on Claude’s own power, which is asking a lot of a lazy kitten. After a few seconds of her standing there and sweating, she sighs, marches over, and turns it off herself.]


she blinded me with science )
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[The camera feed comes on showing a somewhat skewed scene of half-built robots and several large monitors surround a central control panel. Then the view rotates as Entrapta adjusts the device. Now the background shows a rather tall, deep red crystal that has wires and cords attached to it.

In front of it all, Entrapta looks very happy, despite the fact that she also looks like she hasn't eaten in some time. There's just been too much to do!]


Okay. It's day 57! [Yes, she's been keeping count of the days since she arrived.] And I've been making a lot of progress in my work!

[For a second it might seem like she's going to be using this as a sort of video diary, but she quickly moves away from that nonsense to something more pertinent.]

What I need to know is how energy flows from this side of Wonderland to the other side. If it does at all. But it must, if the Core is able to process data from this side.

[She gestures with her hair as she speaks, the ends of the strands looking perhaps alarmingly like fingers and hands.]

If I can figure out that transfer of energy, I can probably connect the black garnet [a gesture over her shoulder at the crystal] directly into the energy source! I could potentially divert power directly from the Core and it could have all sorts of potential uses!

[For a second she looks like she's going to go on about some of those potential uses, but then her stomach growls loudly enough for the mic to pick it up. She falters and then looks kind of embarrassed for a second.]

Um, but first I should probably eat something.

[With that, she reaches out with one piece of hair to turn the video off.]

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Jan. 19th, 2019 02:55 pm
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[Naoki has a very short question that is seemingly quite simple.]

How do you face your fears?

[This is something he's been wondering about for a while, though not something he has a lot of trouble with himself. There isn't a lot that actually scares him anymore.

Except for maybe horses.]
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[Well, this certainly was unexpected. The re-visit here with all of his memories in tact was bizarre enough, considering how long he'd managed to piece together it had been since he was here-- more or less, at the very least. But it could be brushed off in a vague sort of 'It's just Wonderland being itself' kind of way.

At least, until he found himself still sticking around when a very large portion of the people that had found themselves here disappeared-- with the end of the Event, naturally, coinciding with that. Except he was still here, and he still remembered everything. And it was kind of unsettling.

He spent a couple of days adjusting to being back, and even found his old room in tact while he was at it. But now? Well, he figures it should be more or less back to business. Whatever that business may need to be.

He's not set up anywhere special, just the couch in the living room area of his room, which is set up familiarly to his apartment. He waves a little into the camera.]


What's up, Wonderlandians? I don't know how many of you might actually remember me. I'm Cisco and I'm your handy-dandy tech guy, if you find yourself needing something nifty and tech-y at your disposal.

And while I've got you here-- [There's a flourish of his hands.] Can I get a headcount of my people? From home and from here. Because Wonderland was nice enough to let me remember you all. [A finger is held up at that point.] Which is something I'd really like to investigate further, but I'll stick a pin in that for an other day.
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[ When the White Queen comes into view she is no longer bustling about. In fact, she is sitting, a bit slumped in her throne chair. Her hair is going every which way but that’s not exactly the important part.

She is not in color.

No red lips.

No pure white hair.

No white dress glittering in white diamonds.

The queen is no longer in color. She is black and grey. No colors, not even white. Just black.

And grey. ]


Oh, my darlings. This...debacle has taken quite the toll on me. As you can plainly see with your very own eyes. But, everyone who should not be here has now gone back to their own homes and times and everything is now right and correct.

[ She lets out a soft wail of what could be regret. ]

I’m so sorry. This is all my fault! I only wanted to have a good party and decorations and then finally a feast. On, I wanted us to have such a splendid feast. But, it was more important to fix things, you see. This is still your home, for as long as you are here, and it should not be broken.

[ She shifts, letting out a heavy breath. ]

I do need to apologize beyond my own weak words, darlings. And as a token of my apology, I am throwing all of the Reals a New Year’s Eve ball. You’ve had so much chaos on your side and for that, I truly, truly apologize. It will be a formal affair so dress appropriately please. Your ball will last from 8 p.m. through midnight. There will be food and drink and decoration, though not quite as much decoration as if I hadn’t...

[ Here, her chin trembles. ]

If I hadn’t...

Broken things.

[ Pull. It. Together. Things will go better next time, at least...that’s what she has to tell herself. ]

Anything that happened was only because I wanted things to be home away from home, if I could, for all of you.

[ She looks so tired; she is tired, and she sighs heavily. ]

I think I should sleep. Yes. Sleep for quite a while. Please. I very much need to rest. I need rest.

[ And with that, the video feed ends. ]
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[ This was...not expected. When the White Queen decided to decorate both sides it was truly for holiday cheer and not, well.

This is going to require a conversation, to both sides of the glass and so, all devices will have a video from the White Queen as she frantically moves around her own chambers, opening and closing closet doors of which one might glimpse nothing more than beautiful clothes, a few empty jars, a wig or two. The camera is following her, somehow. Magic? ]


Ah, hello all. There is. Happening, yes, there is a thing happening.

[ Her hair is a mess and she spins around, facing the camera. ]

Magic is not supposed to be used in such great amounts in the Mirror Side but I wanted so much to give my dears something normal and just as good.

[ A hand goes to the side of her head like she might swoon with the sheer overwhelmingness of it all. ]

There may be too much now. On both sides. You see, I thought I would put lingering fears to rest so that no one should be afraid I’m taking anything.

[ So many people, afraid of their own dreams from a holiday past. Shame, that. ]

Until I fix this...slight problem, there may be an influx of arrivals. I would like to welcome you, all of you! Some things may not work quite properly for you but the magic...magic. Magic. The magic you see, is a bit muddled.

[ Shaking her head, she continues, finally placing a diamond tiara in her hair. ]

The glass that separates the real side from our mirror side is gone until this all rights itself. Everyone behave! There will still be festivities! And fresh treats and music and stockings and ornaments for all! I am quite new at this. So new. My dearly departed sister left no fond memories regarding a holiday celebration in her wake. I would ask that you go easy on me as I have never been queen before, but then I suppose if you're easy on me, I shall never learn from my mistakes.

[ Something suddenly occurs to her. All of these guests, so many of them, from so far and wide. ]

Oh, there should be a feast! With so many different wonderful flavors that you all bring from your corners of the universe. But how to organize it?

[ The Queen tips her head and taps her chin thoughtfully. She’ll work that out later once the magic is dealt with, and puts on a very beamish smile. ]

We’ll work it all out somehow, but until then, do enjoy making new friends and rekindling former relationships. Isn’t peace and happiness what this season is all about?

[ She’s clearly done with her message, though the camera lingers for a moment as she opens a drawer and a red paper heart tumbles out. The White Queen stares for a moment then picks it up and crumbles it in her hand angrily.

You’d have no love for the sister who betrayed you, either.

The camera does finally turn off. ]
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[The white haired man in the image is both a little out of focus, and more than a little unsure what he's doing. Michael seems bemused, if not outright nervous. He'd been so terribly excited to go to Earth, and this... hasn't been what he expected.]

Yes, hello, is this thing on? Sorry--always wanted to say that. [He chuckles, before moving on.]

But really, is it? Oh, there we go. [Nothing changes about the feed, so it's hard to say what he thinks he accomplished.]

I don’t suppose anyone could tell me where I am? If you could just, direct me to a bus. Or a train? Maybe an ‘uber’.
Something that goes to-- [And here the camera shifts jarringly to a view of the grounds where he's been wandering, and there’s some rustling, like the owner of the voice might be looking through notes.]--”Phoenix, Arizona.”

[Because that's absolutely a place he can reach from wherever he's wound up, right? Of course it is. The portal was supposed to take him where he needed to go--and where he needed to go was a rather specific place and time on Earth--so it must have. If it were anywhere else, a Place or a Zone for instance, he'd know. All of this is just... a misunderstanding. Clearly. 

This is the face of a man who is trying desperately not to consider the possibility that something has gone very, very wrong.]
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[ Oh God why is this happening. Why.

For Wonderland, it's only been a week, but for Chloe, it's been months. She addresses the network in a curious get-up: a wedding dress and veil made out of toilet paper. It looks like she's dropped in straight out of a bachelorette party game, which she did. ]


Wow. Okay. For once? Wonderland's timing could not have been better.

[ The most observant will notice the engagement ring on her left hand.

That bachelorette party? Totally her own.

And it was sucking. ]


It's been, what, a week, maybe? Obviously longer for me. Definitely longer. [ She glances around, only then remembering the toilet paper crown which she rips off her head and discards. Chloe is in the caves: the same cave she appeared in on her first arrival to Wonderland, actually. She glances around, wide-eyed and obviously completely lost. ]

I really should have mapped these better when I had the chance.
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[For today, enjoy the sultry tones of the Twins chatting over an audio feed.]

Have you ever thought of going back?

How far back?

Oh who knows. It might be different for you than for me.

Certainly.

But there must have been a moment you can look at and say—

And say "things might have been different."

And if you could go back to that moment, and do that different thing—

—Then — poof! — you aren't you any longer.

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Oct. 2nd, 2018 08:12 am
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Red Queen said somethin' t' me a while ago.

[He starts the video like it's an afterthought, like stepping into the middle of a conversation that started a few minutes ago. It was a while, a few months in fact, but time does pass so strangely here and he's had other things on his mind.

Dan's sitting on a bench in the gym, after running himself to near-exhaustion not for the first time. It's a habit now, not necessarily a good one, almost like a kind of self-flagellation for one reason or another. He rubs the back of his wrist across his forehead and clears his throat.
]

B'fore that chess game. [He thinks. Almost sure of that.] Tried t' get some info outta her 'bout how this place works. Didn't get much, but she did tell me, we only see 'two sides to this place'.

[His accent slips as he enunciates carefully, glancing away from the camera for a moment.]

May be more sides we don't see, an' there might be answers there. Been tryin' t' figure it out, but I ain't got a head on me for riddles an' she tells worse ones than the psyker kid at 188 Tradin' Post back home. Know some people here 've dug deeper into this shit than I ever did. What y' all thinkin'?
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[Georgia looks entirely composed and emotionless under her sunglasses. She's not happy, but like fuck she's going to let that show on camera.]

Both Tims are gone. Jay. Cissie. Becks. Clementine's nowhere to be found, though her stuff is still here, so for the moment I'm choosing to believe she'll be back.

[Fuck does she ever hope Clem will be back. She's lost too many people.]

They're not it, of course. Despite my best efforts, I can't manage to track every single arrival and departure. But these are the ones associated with the Shattered Mirror. That leaves it at just Shaun, Maggie, Julia, and me. The news will march on no matter what. This place has too many secrets and mysteries for us to stop. As long as I am here I swear to you I will keep you informed, to the best of my ability, of the truth as I see it. I won't knowingly lie to you.

But we could use more help.

If you're interested in writing for us, contact me, or visit our office on the ninth floor. We welcome contributions, whether you want to put out something regularly or just submit a piece to our weekly zine. We'll look it over, and so long as it meets our standards, we'll print it. Please come to me with any questions.

[Softly, she adds:] Mahir. Iris. Buffy. Lois. Clark. [Then she switches off the camera.]

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Sep. 22nd, 2018 12:15 am
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How important is religion in your world?

I have always considered myself devout, though I have often been sorely tested, but with so many worlds and times represented here I have thought to ask the question for curiosity's sake.

I'd be interested in hearing about your faith, if you have one.
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[Perhaps it's a surprise to see the Dormouse napping on the screen. Didn't we see him recently? It hasn't been that long, has it? But sure enough, there he is, in his little teacup, dozing off like it's nothing unusual - and in some ways it isn't.

Mm...I've got friends coming over...few thousand or so...

[He looks so ready for guests, curled up sleeping like that.]

Think we've got enough food...might get a bit loud...bit of ratt-a-tat, this'n'that...

[This sleep-talking is wearing him out though, and he yawns.]

If you don't like it, I'd stay away...away away with you...
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( When you're used to being by yourself in the world you're from, it's about a hundred times harder to try to address a whole network of people on the other side, but. She needs to. The camera turns on, and it shows Clementine in the dining room. There are two cork boards behind her. )

So. Hey.

I know everyone's on edge with the recent murder, but. Yeah. ( It doesn't have the same effect on her as it does most, but that's kinda cause she's fucked up and it's hard to shake her up at all. But she can feel everyone on edge, and no one seems to be close to figuring out what the hell happened, not that she's deep involved in investigating. She wanted to put up these boards cause there's a lot of stuff she wants to learn, and if she doesn't do it now, she won't ever do it. So here she goes. ) We're all stuck here, but maybe there's something you want to learn or you can teach others.

Like how to play the piano or violin, how to read or write or type, how to do first aid, how to paint or draw, or how to do cool science shit. Gardening, carpentry, sewing, cooking...

Something like that.

I put up these boards in the dining room so you can do that. This board's for offering up lessons. This board's for finding someone who can teach you what you want. Just... since there's a murderer around and it's either a mirror or one of us... or a resident, I guess, maybe make sure to schedule your lessons in a public place and tell someone where you're going.

And keep a weapon on you, and if you don't know how to use one of those, maybe seek some lessons in that. ( deep sigh before she mutters mostly to herself: ) I did a great fucking job selling this.

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