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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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[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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[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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May. 6th, 2019 07:46 pm
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[The Natasha who appears on the feed isn't the one most people might recognize. The most obvious change is her hair; it's been bleached blonde and cut in a stiff bob, the edges uneven in a way that might suggest she cut it herself. More than that, her expression is harder. Tired.

It's been a rough two years, and an even worse two days.

When she speaks, her voice is carefully controlled—modulated to the point of being nearly flat.]


I'm sure some of you have noticed the Gryphon's warning. [A pause, a wince.] A little hard to miss.

[Her jaw tenses, deviating to one side as she weighs her next words. The spotlight is the last place Natasha wants to be, especially now, but there's not a tenable alternative. Someone has to open a line of communication. And if she's being honest, doing something is better than doing nothing.]

I can't say what's coming, but I do know what this is a reference to. Where I'm from, there was a maniac tracking down six magical stones. The last two were the Time Stone and the Mind Stone—green and yellow.

[Sound familiar?]

When he got them, his intention was to exterminate half of all life. Everywhere. The entire universe. With a snap of his fingers.

[Carefully omitting just how that quest ended.]

Like I said, I can't say what's coming. I can say it's nothing good.

[Another pause, followed by a slow deliberate breath and a nod.]

If anyone has questions, I'm available. Otherwise, how you want to prepare is up to you.

(OOC: Spoilers in this post for Infinity War only. Natasha won't drop any intel on what's happened in Endgame.)

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Mar. 17th, 2019 06:28 pm
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[Crowley looks like he's trying really, really hard not to laugh. It's not entirely working for him, not with the way the corners of his mouth are twitching, but he manages to keep his voice steady and causally curious when he finally starts speaking.]

You know how groups of animals all have their own name? A swarm of bees, a pack of wolves... a shiver of sharks? What, uh...

[The demon trails off, and lightly pinches the bridge of his nose.]

What would you suggest we call the group of anatomically questionable cartoon dicks currently roaming the third floor? I thought about coming up with something myself, but this should really be a group effort.

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Jan. 17th, 2019 05:24 pm
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[Her voice is even, but her eyes are slightly red. Even if she seems fine at first glance, anyone who pays close attention can see she's been crying.]

The door to room 969 will be open till sometime tomorrow or so. I have movies, junk food, alcohol, and hugs available. You're welcome to any or all of the above. We can talk, but we don't have to.

I don't know if anyone else in this mansion needs company, but I sure as hell do.

[The cruelest part of her regret is that it was so small, in the grand scheme of things. It didn't change anything in her past outside of a few short months, and it doesn't change anything in her future. But those few months meant the world to her. It was the single big regret she had about her own actions rather than someone else's, undone for the span of a few days.]



[Spam]

Anyone who shows up will find Maggie playing a variety of movies. She's deviating occasionally from her standard horror movie fare, and the scattered non-horror offerings span a variety of genres but often lean toward pop culture classics or anything cheesy or trope-filled. You might walk in during A Knight's Tale, or superhero flicks, or Robin Hood: Men in Tights, or Jurassic Park, or The Wizard of Oz. She takes requests.
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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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[You would think that exploding goo rats would put a damper in anyone's mood, and you would probably be right, for most people. Not Shaun. Sure it was a few days ago, but he's still riding the high from sitting in a makeshift treestand above the door for After the End Times and bullseyeing goo rats.

He waves at the camera, grinning.]


Hey, everyone. I've noticed over the past few months we've lost a lot of the people who were offering shooting lessons. [He really, really misses Cissie.] I don't know that I'm the best or most patient teacher in the world, but I'm offering. Anyone who wants to learn, let me know, and I'm happy to help you out. We can start small with like, paintball and shit if that makes you more comfortable.

[Somehow not everyone is totally comfortable with firearms? WEIRD.]

Anyway let me know. Either over the network, or you can show up at After the End Times. I'm usually around.

[He offers a thumbs up to the camera and then cuts the feed.]
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[Drizella's been struggling with how to be stuck in a place where she actually has to face what she did wrong and the unanswered questions of the gaps between what she knew and what Ella knew, and how to actually ... atone. She feels like she's gone to far, further than Regina ever did, because while Regina has killed more than Drizella has, her victims are a different kind of death.

She doesn't know what to do once the plan falls apart and she's left holding the pieces.

So she reaches out to the network sometime after the event, anonymous for now, and hopes that maybe talking about it without the weight of it will help her figure some of this out.]


What's the worst thing you've ever done? No judgement for anonymous answers, obviously. Or any answer at all, really.

And, follow up: did you ever manage to make it right?


[She probably won't be revealing herself unless it's private but feel free to chat amongst yourselves too.]

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Jun. 5th, 2018 10:43 pm
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[Kayo isn't someone who posts to the network often. She isn't very talkative, and she uses her words sparingly - certainly not the type of person to send a message if she doesn't have something to say, or something to ask.

On her arm, she's wearing the kinetic shield that Rick made for her - pink with kitten stickers, as promised. She's been trying to get used to the feel of it on her arm, the weight of it. Another person had offered to teach her how to make traps and defend herself that way, but they've since gone home.

So, it's time to ask around. The war isn't very far away.
]

What is the best way to protect yourself?

[That doesn't seem like enough though, so after a moment of hesitation she adds:]

...Or to protect someone else?

[She cuts the feed there, with no further context. Everyone probably knows why she's asking anyway.]
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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?
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Behold. A valendodo. )
[The residents of Wonderland will wake up to a strange anonymous text today.]

Happy Valentine's day!

Well, that's not quite how you announce an event. But this is what I have at the moment. I say, it has been quite a while since I last used this form of communication. You would think they would at least fix my Network Device so I could post properly, but what can you do.

I would like to thank all of you who donated at the Chistmas Ball and ensured my revival. I wouldn't be speaking to you all without your generous contributions. In return, I shall give you all a contribution of my own: Open anonymous debate! I say anonymous because otherwise you'd all start insulting eachother.

The way this works is simple. Go on anonymous mode and discuss things! I might even join in, but remember that my device is broken so I can't see non-anonymous replies. Have a topic to get us started.

WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP BRINGING ZOMBIE MEMORIES TO WONDERLAND?

I can't wait to see what the public thinks!

With fond regards, The Dodo.


[Let the games begin.]

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Feb. 7th, 2018 09:26 pm
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[Maggie looks a bit paler and much more exhausted than usual, but puts on as warm and chipper a front as she can. She's clearly sitting on the floor as she posts this.]

Hello again, Wonderland! While it's good to see all of your lovely faces, those nine flights of stairs up to my room are a considerably less welcome sight. Would someone be so kind as to help me up to my bed? A couple of someones if necessary? I've had an eventful week and I'm not at my best.

Once that's managed, I intend to stay there for a few days at barest minimum.

I'll be hosting horror movie marathons tomorrow night and the night after, in room 969, barring Wonderland-interference. Prior acquaintance not required! If horror isn't your cup of tea, feel free to stop by during the afternoons instead. Incidentally, non-metaphorical cups of tea will be available, or your hot or caffeinated beverage of choice. Hope to see you soon, darlings!

((Spam tags for movie night or afternoon visits also welcome!))


[Private to Mahir, Shaun, and Georgia]

[More seriously, dropping any pretense:]

How long was I gone? Let me find my bed, and then all of you get over here before you ask what you've missed back home.

[She doesn't want to do this more than once.]
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[Tweedledee and Tweedledum appear sitting together in the garden. They’re sitting sideways on a bench, back to back and barefoot. They seem to not be aware of how cold it is or of the snow around them. Notably, there are no footprints in it.]

It may not hurt now, but it will.

Or it did.

We’re not really sure which anymore.

But remember--

And we’ll only say this once--

Smaller things are more likely to be stepped on.
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 [It's May-May and the Hog, comin' at you live in the AM!!

Except it's really just Mabel broadcasting from her perch on top of the receptionist's desk in Angel Investigations with Boris the boar sitting on her lap. She looks... troubled, to say the least. And a bit nervous.]


Hey, guys. Mabel here. [She waves, uncertainly.] That was some event last week, huh? [Her laughter is strained and peters out awkwardly.] I guess since Dipper told you about the zombies and stuff, you figured out that it was our event. Both sides of it- the zombies are all on Dipper, since I told him not to raise the dead, and he did it anyway.

[It doesn't sound nearly as accusatory as one would expect- it's just a fact.]


The rest of it was... [she huffs, blowing an errant lock of hair out of her face.] Look, some of you guys weren't here when I first showed up in Wonderland, and some people even still don't know that I used to be a liiiittle bit... okay with what Wonderland did, if only because it kept me from real life, which is terrible, by the way. I knew that summer was ending in Gravity Falls, and I wanted someplace where it could feel like summer forever.

And then I went back home, and somebody tricked me- not naming names, but he knows who he is- [she looks around shiftily, and then adds, in a scathing tone] Bill. [ahem. moving on.] They told me I could have a little more summer if I traded them something that pretty much doomed the world. I didn't know that, at the time, but let that be a lesson to you- don't give people things that look evil or important, no matter what they're offering you.

Anyway, so Gravity Falls got plunged into crazytown because I wanted reality to go away. And I got trapped in this bubble, and... What you guys saw was my bubble. A world that was just for me that I could hide in, where anything I wanted I could have, but there was so much going on underneath it that you stopped to think about it, it was actually kinda awful.

Sorta like Wonderland, right? That's... definitely what I thought when I came back here after that. 

[she sighs, realizing she's just babbling on.] I know, I know. "C'mon, Mabel, just get to the point." And... This is the point. I know Wonderland is really bad- like really, really bad- but there's a lot here that makes it worth staying in. Free stuff from the closets, awesome new friends you wouldn't have met otherwise, new experiences, new pets. [She holds up Boris.] And it's fine to think that- there's nothing wrong with enjoying Wonderland. Hating everything about it is kinda dumb, if you ask me. We all have things we like.

But, at the same time, no matter how bad your life is back home, you can't just decide a fantasy is better in comparison. I learned that the hard way- I mean, you guys saw how tempting Mabelland was. It's important to remember that Wonderland isn't forever. So appreciate what we have here, but don't forget about what's beyond that. Reality's just as scary as Wonderland is, and it doesn't have magic closets, but it's where we're supposed to be. 

And I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna keep making the most of my time here until I have to go back home. [she smiles, and this time she sounds more sure of herself.]

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Dec. 14th, 2017 05:04 pm
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[Maggie sighs.] Hello, my dears. Hasn't everyone read or heard a fairy tale at some point in their lives? Eating buildings rarely ends well. There was a bite taken out of my doorknob when I came upstairs earlier.

At the very least Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass are highly recommended reading. Unusual foods and drinks in Wonderland frequently come with unintended side effects. Being genre-savvy is a survival skill around here.

If you'd like home-baked cookies that seem at least marginally less likely to kill you or make you too tall to move through the mansion, I'll be in the kitchen. I can also provide savory dishes for those who are sick, literally or figuratively, of the surplus of sugar.

[And if you take too long to get there, Maggie may be adeptly avoiding stepping on an incredibly spoiled and disgruntled miniature bulldog. Her mirror apparently was less cautious than Maggie herself. Watch out for bites to your ankles.]
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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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[A very tired twenty-something Indian male appears on camera. His hair is a mess, disheveled as if from sleep and having shoved his hands through it a few too many times, and his clothes appear to have been slept in. Because they have. Mahir sighs and pushes his glasses up his nose before he addresses the camera.]

Hello. Wonderland, is it? As in Alice and, I presume. I’m afraid to say that kind of fantasy literature has never been my particular cup of tea. My name is Mahir Gowda. I am the head of the factual news division of the After the End Times news site, although I doubt that means much here. Perhaps it’s a sign of exhaustion, or stress, or my colleague’s particular brand of insanity has suddenly mutated and become contagious, but if this is a delusion, it’s a very convincing one.

I don’t suppose anyone would be so kind as to point me to a very strong cup of tea? If I’ve truly been kidnapped to an alternate dimension, I assume that calling my wife is out of the question. If she hasn’t divorced me yet, she certainly will be after this.

...I may need something a bit stronger than tea, on consideration.
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Great, a trip down memory lane. Just what I was hoping I'd get for my birthday.

[With the deadpan tone and the face that's expressionless as ever under her sunglasses, it's hard to tell if Georgia's being sarcastic or not. She sits at her desk in the After the End Times office, posture rigid, hands in her lap.]

As many of you might have guessed, the latest event was my own. I suppose it could have been Shaun's, but I suspect there would have been actual zombies to play with if this were coming from his memories. But no, politics and conspiracies. That's more my wheelhouse. Besides, Sacramento is the city I died in.

[Her tone remains as measured and professional as her expression. These are facts. There's no reason to get emotional about something as cut and dried as facts.]

The paranoia, the constant fear... this is what my team has been working to try and overcome, to spread truth instead of misinformation, to overcome the lies and the bullshit and make people understand the facts. People are afraid. The choices they make often don't actually do anything to make them safer, just keep them afraid. Zombies are not as big a problem as the people in power would have you believe. Most of the outbreaks I've faced that were within residential areas, as opposed to in actual hazard zones, came about due to sabotage and terrorism, not normal zombie activity.

[And it was often to try and silence her and her team. That sure doesn't help her sleep at night.]

I'd apologize for putting you all through this, but I know as well as anyone else that this is on Wonderland, not me. I would have stopped it if it were within my ability. I don't hate my world, believe it or not. It might be fucked up, but it's home. That doesn't mean I wanted anyone else to experience it.

[There's a lot of things she didn't want.]

That being said, if you enjoyed the blogging portion of the event, please be aware that the Shattered Mirror is always accepting submissions. [A beat.] Also be aware that we do not accept Stanfeed style articles. Thank you.

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Aug. 9th, 2017 12:55 am
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[Maggie can fake calm and composed quite well when she has an audience. She manages to keep the faint edge of hysteria out of her voice long enough to broadcast this.]

Hello, darlings. This is quite the genre shift!

I admit that my last cup of tea wasn't strictly tea. I don't, however, recall spiking it with something this strong. Even in my party girl phase I was never on any drug that triggered hallucinations so vivid.

While I'm sure it will make wonderful inspiration one day, now is a very inconvenient time for me to be crazy. That role is already occupied on my team. The story just wouldn't work with two of us trying to fill it.

If anything I say is getting through my delusions to the ears of someone real, would you please run and fetch Auntie Maggie an antipsychotic?
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[The camera's pointed at Jay's shoes. Wherever he is, it's carpeted, and it's at least somewhat well-lit. When he finally speaks, it's at a whisper and oddly flat.]

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

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

...Don't.

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

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

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

Last warning.

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

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

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

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


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

Feel free to use this post to yell at him/cheer him on/try to stop him/try to help him.]
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[The video opens on a nice, pleasant scene outside of the town limits. The sun is shining, the birds are singing. There's a man and a zombie and a hockey stick. You know, any sunny day ending in Y. The man is Shaun, and he's wearing kevlar over his t-shirt, and safety sunglasses, but that's the extent of his armor today.

It's George's voice that comes through from behind the camera.]


Our story begins where so many have ended. With an idiot, in this case my brother Shaun, poking a zombie with a stick.

[Shaun is keeping his new friend at the other end of his hockey stick, and he glances over his shoulder at George.]

Come on, this is the least stupid thing I've ever done with zombies that you've seen.

[She zooms in, focusing on Shaun and the zombie. But she sounds amused when she responds.]

Is that really something to brag about? Most people here haven't had a chance to see the depths of your dumb life choices. You could have kept them fooled.

I think it's a testament to my innate ability to survive that I haven't died yet, actually. [The zombie lunges, but Shaun keeps the hockey stick between him and it.]

It's a testament to you being a lucky idiot.

[You can practically hear her eyeroll. It's also a testament to him being immune, but that seems like not a great thing to advertise right now. Especially when they don't know if it's true in this particular zombie apocalypse and the idea of losing him because they have the wrong damn zombies and he's gotten used to being immune…. No. It's not worth considering. Shaun knows what he's doing.]

Are you done making friends with the locals yet? Seems like your buddy there could use a nap. A really permanent one.

[He gives a slightly dramatic sigh and without any further fanfare pulls out his gun and shoots the zombie in the head. It goes down, of course. There might be some differences in the variety of zombies here as opposed to home, but enough is the same that this, at least, is no surprise.]

Yeah, I guess. [He nods toward the distance.] Hey, George, check this out. How long do you think it'll take the party to arrive?

[She raises the camera, turning it away from Shaun and over to the mass of zombies gathering in the distance.]

Not nearly long enough. And us without nearly enough party favors.

[When she turns the camera again, both she and Shaun are in frame now. She's wearing kevlar as well, as well as a heavy leather jacket. And sunglasses, of course. She looks even more serious than usual, in contrast to her earlier tone.]

We've been dealing with zombies our whole lives. This… is a hell of an outbreak. You need help or advice, talk to us. [A corner of her mouth twitches up very slightly.] I promise Shaun won't screw around. Too much.

[He gives her a look of mock offense.] Please. I always save my screwing around for times when I'm the only one who's going to die by my stupid choices. [He offers a thumbs up to the camera.] Lots of experience in not getting dead by zombies between the two of us. Seriously, if you need help, don't hesitate to call. I know there are plenty of people offering, so we're joining the chorus here, but the offer stands anyway.

So has anyone see any zombie bears yet? I have a score to even up.

[OOC: Feel free to use this post actionspam them here or throughout the event!]
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[ She knew as soon as the cryptic message went up what this was going to be. And it's really something to finally be up, after two and a half years, to know this one's yours and it won't be anything good. Michonne's stockpiled more than usual - cases of bottled water, a shit ton of non-perishable food, and guns, ammo. She doesn't know what to expect; maybe it'll all disappear overnight, but she has to try.

When she wakes up back home, back in Alexandria, at first she thinks she's back. But she remembers Wonderland, sits up straight in bed and realizes a few things. Rick's not beside her, her stockpile from yesterday is still there, and her device is on the nightstand. Dressing quickly, she gets up, walks through the familiar house and out onto the porch.

She is home. There's no Daryl in the house next door, her people aren't here, but she's back and she isn't sure how to feel. She isn't even sure what fucked up thing might happen. She has to do her best to warn everyone, toe the line between scaring the shit out of people and making sure they understand. Sitting at her kitchen table (and that's a weird thing, too. This isn't anyone's but hers. This is all...hers. Her house, her couch, her mantle where she hung her katana thinking in a bout of optimism that it could stay there) she turns on her device, her face a little harder than usual which is, in all honesty, saying something. ]


If you don't know me, my name's Michonne. This is my world. Looks nice. Quaint. But it's not. Most people in Wonderland call it a zombie apocalypse. We didn't know what it was.

[ She really can't help having this moment out loud. ]

It was never entertainment for movies and tv in my world. It's real. Most of you already know what to do: shot to the head is the only thing that kills them. It's not good enough to just cut off the head. It can still bite. You get bit, you die and turn. Come back as one of them. Don't worry about being able to tell the difference between someone alive and someone dead. You can see it. Smell it.

[ And uh, one other thing: ]

If you get bit on a part that can be cut off, arm, leg. Do it. Cut it off as soon as you can. If you don't bleed to death, you won't turn.

[ But everyone knows this is temporary, so maybe people would just rather die than go through an amputation. Maybe they'd die and turn because eventually, this will end. They don't have to keep living it every single day. ]

I don't know if walkers will even be the issue. It could be anything I've gone through, right? There's enough fucked up shit that's happened, the biggest threat might not even be the dead. Just trust me. Get a weapon. Stay close because there's safety in numbers. I'm at the very end of the neighborhood with cases of water and food if you don't have any, but look in your pantries and see if there are rations, first. If you know how to use a gun, I've got those too.

Just know that noise draws them in. Gunfire is dangerous, might as well sound off a dinner bell for walkers. That's why I've had and always will have a katana. If you smell like them, they won't bother you. Smear their guts on you, smell dead, walk slow, you can get through a hoard.

[ She should stop, she can't tell everyone everything, it's too much. ]

You know how to reach me, if you need me.
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[Tweedledee stands beside a tree, her arms crossed over her chest, her back against the tree's trunk. Her eyes are trained on the ground in front of her. The camera angle is off to the side somewhere, the shot partially framed by grass, but no where in the frame is Tweedledum. Where could she--]

I can see them!

[--In the tree. She's in the tree.

Tweedledee sighs, but doesn't move.]


Well, it's no good yelling about it.

They're coming!

There's nothing to be done now. Best to come down and find a place to hide.

I think I'm quite safe up here, thank you.

[Tweedledee thinks about that for a moment, then, with a nod, turns and begins to climb up the tree as well, quite quickly. Soon there's no one at all in the frame, and after awhile, the abandoned feed is cut.]
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[The camera opens close on Kon's face, though there's something odd about the light. It's mottled and colorful, like he's standing in front of stained glass windows or something. And he's grinning. That is not a grin you want to trust.]

Hey people! Thought it might be time to tell you about a certain superpower that no one except me has.

[Because he loves talking about it, and because it'll get anyone who knows him to zone out now. Convenient.]

See, I'm Superman's clone, and for the most part I've got the same powers... Strength, flight, durability... but there's one power that's entirely my own.

I call it tactile telekinesis. It's kinda like, a forcefield? Only I can manipulate it. It's great for taking things apart cause I can wedge it into all the cracks of something and then boom. [He holds up a hand and spreads his fingers.] But it's also great for keeping things together.

[He pans the camera up, revealing a mass of water balloons that should not all be staying up, since he's only touching one or two. But there it is, a huge mass of water balloons, held together as easily as if they were actually attached to each other.]

...you know. Until I don't need to anymore. Hi, Tim.

[He lowers the camera, just enough to give a glimpse of Tim Drake's face before he drops all of the water balloons on Tim's head. Then he turns the camera back on his own face as he flies away, cackling madly.]

Anyway, if anyone needs me, I'll be way, way over the roof. Later!
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Since my last advice post was such an utter success, I've decided to throw my hat back into the ring. If you weren't around before, this is how it goes: ask me for help, and I'll give you some of my uniquely qualified advice. What makes me so qualified, you may ask? Well, I happen to know everything.

[this is a great distraction from father's day when all your father figures were shit bags and also where the fuck is peter??? he can only spend so much time skulking around areas where peter usually frequents like a neglected cat.]
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[The video is set on one Cisco Ramon, looking rather worse for wear. He's scrolled back, skimmed things he's missed-- saw George's article-- he knows everything is out on the table already, but... but it's not the same when it's from a different source. When it's not straight from the horse's mouth. And... he owes them at least that much. More. So much more, but at the very least, that.

Iris had offered to interview him, give him the voice he didn't get to have when he wasn't here, but he refused. Not because he didn't appreciate the idea, the gesture, he did. And maybe he should have let her do it, because maybe she could put it all in better words than he can, it is her job, after all. But it's the sense of responsibility that he carries for what transpired and spiraled out of control because of his own, misplaced and selfish actions that makes him turn the offer down. He wants to do it, own it and let the cards fall where they may because of it. And it will be bad. He expects that much. Expects the hatred and the vitriol, yelling and condemnation, questions and criticisms. Nothing about this is something he wants to do, to deal with, but he has to. He knows he has to, it's entirely unavoidable.

This position isn't a completely foreign or unfamiliar one, it's one he's been in before. After the particle accelerator explosion. Science'd too hard, it went sideways, people were hurt. It's a pattern at this point, and he's learned his lesson now. But it's all too little, too late, because people have been hurt. People have been killed. That blood is on his hands, and it will never really come clean.

There's a flutter in his stomach and it isn't the nervous kind, but the violent kind, paired with a tightness like a vice grip that burns in his chest. He doesn't even know what to say, where to start. He clears his throat and he can barely look at the camera to address the invisible audience.]


For those of you...who don't know me, my name is Cisco Ramon. The... [His gaze drops, but it's brief, just long enough to collect himself before he looks at the camera again. Despite it, though, his voice is shaky, unsteady, thick with emotion--mostly guilt.] Event, if you want to call it that, that we just had is the fault of no one but my own. Dr. Fitz...had his plans, but he didn't know my true intent. I sabotaged months of work and research for my own agenda. An...agenda that, ultimately, was never real, and only the work of fabrications from a mirror who manipulated me-- [He pauses and shakes his head, corrects the statement.] no, who...I blindly trusted for months on a lie. A lie that...was so clever, and matched up so perfectly to something I'd been doubting for awhile, that I had no ch-- no reason not to believe it, at the time.

[He stares down at his hands, hanging loosely between his knees, where he's leaning forward just a little. He feels sick. Things he'd seen--blood, there had been so much--when his captors chose to show him the results of what he'd done, forced him to watch from the mirrors the chaos that ensued because of his own, selfish actions, are all too close to the front of his mind, but he pushes it all down. He can deal with it later.

Again, he looks back at his audience.]
My mistakes, my...emotional-driven choices led to catastrophic disaster and....for whatever it's worth, I take responsibility for that. I...I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix it, I can't fix it, but-- I'll do whatever it takes t- to make this right. Somehow. [Belatedly, as an afterthought:] And I'm not...I'm not touching a project like this again.

[Again, for whatever it's worth. He knows it doesn't change anything, it doesn't validate any of his actions, but he can't change the past-- ha, the irony of that-- he can only move forward in whatever miniscule increments he can manage. People will be angry, and they have the right to be, he won't begrudge them that. They should be angry. He risked them. All of them, for one person. For a lie. Nothing any of them could say is worse than what he's already thought to himself, and no one here can hate him more than he hates himself.]

I- I'm sorry. [A tear rolls down his cheek and he ducks his head, leaning forward to cut the feed off and it goes black.]

[Note: I'M SORRY, I COULDN'T WAIT, SO IT'S LIKE TINY BIT FWD-DATED! I'm an impatient child, I'm sorry. Plz feel free to threadjack, shitpost, defend him, rage at him, go wild, guys!]

[Voice]

May. 10th, 2017 11:14 pm
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[The Astrophysics lab is a bit of a mess at the moment, covered in alarming mechanisms that aren't fully installed yet. To keep people from jumping to conclusions, Fitz is opting for an audio-only message today.]

Apologies for the interruption. I just wanted to give ample notice that the lab will be performing some testing on this coming Friday. Please be advised that the fourth floor might be excessively noisy during the proceedings. We won't be working with anything particularly dangerous, so please don't be alarmed by anything you hear.

We're quite sorry for any inconveniences this might cause. It might be a good day to stay outside to avoid the noise pollution.

Thank you for your time.
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Closed Action for the Mason singularity )


[ Video ]

[ Buffy doesn't post on the network until later, after she's gotten the lay of the land from George and Shaun. Clothes have been changed, hair has been styled and her tech has been reclaimed from the closet and she's vaguely ready to take on the world again. The camera turns on to face Buffy looking her usual perky self, complete with a camera ready face already on. ]

Hey there, Wonderland. This is Buffy here to announce that I'm once again back and ready to take the reins on the fictional division of After the End Times once again after my... leave of absence. You can all rejoice as necessary, I promise I won't tell George or Shaun. It can be our secret.

But right now, I have a different idea in mind. Every universe has stories, right? Tell me what your favorites are. Are they in books, printed on actual factual dead trees or do you use an ereader? TV shows? Movies?

Tell me all the juicy details about your favorite stories. I need some new stuff to chew on and I want to see what the multiverse has to offer.
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[One minute, Shaun is racing back to the garage of the house in Berkeley. Becks is on his heels as they try to use the tiny warning the Masons’ collective conscience allowed them to outrace the authorities. The next minute, he’s stumbling, flailing, and then finally splashing into swimming pool.

In Wonderland.

The memories come flooding back, just like they’d never left, and he swims to the edge, dragging himself out of the pool again and dripping for a moment by the side of it. He finds his phone near the splash that marks his entry, and snatches it up, grabbing a towel to wrap around his shoulders and maybe start to dry off as he moves toward the door.]


[Video] Adaptive Immunities: The blog of Shaun Mason. Entry 5

Hey everyone. Long time no see, right?

Where the fuck is my sister.

[OOC: Shaun can be found making a beeline from the swimming pool toward his and Georgia's room. He can also be encountered at the swimming pool if someone happens to be there!]

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