angewiesen: (new canon artwork)
[personal profile] angewiesen
Well if this doesn't just take the cake...

[After some fumbling, Jean manages to fire up the video function on his communicator. For him, it's been more than three years since he's touched such an advanced piece of technology, and that skill takes a moment to come back to you.]

[He's outside, and for people who are familiar with his old uniform (IE: everyone he's ever talked to face-to-face) will notice he's looking drastically different. The black jumpsuit, metal plating, the Thunder Spears, the guns, and the engine over the back make his old set of gear look antiquated at best.]

[It's not just his clothes either. His face has lost any teenage softness, his hair has grown out, and there's a scruff of real facial hair around his jaw. He's pushed a few inches past 6 feet too. He rubs his chin with his hand thoughtfully.]


After two years of this place, I never thought I'd get my own vacation. Have I been gone that long? Or was it just a week? That's right, isn't it? A week? It's kinda coming back to me in bits and pieces.

Well, this place has horrible timing, as always. The Corps has only just launched their first counterattack... [His voice reduces to a mumble] and then we've got Eren going rogue on us... Fucking bastard. He's even more of an idiot than I ever could've imagined.

[Jean sighs loudly.]

Whatever. Or not whatever. It's kind of a big deal, but I can be frustrated about it some other time.

[Looks like he's matured a bit too.]

Roll call? Who's still here? I hope all my old stuff is still around...

text;

Jan. 19th, 2019 02:55 pm
noreason: (You know how that thrills me)
[personal profile] noreason
[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.]

[video]

Jan. 19th, 2019 01:18 pm
beatupgrass: (✘ he's in charge of CONFETTI.)
[personal profile] beatupgrass
[As per usual when Rocket broadcasts he's in the process of doing something else. In this case, he appears to be welding with a mask that doesn't really fit over his muzzle properly, resulting in a lot of awkwardly shifting to make sure he doesn't light his chin on fire. Honestly, it looks like he turned on the communicator, and then realized he had something else he needed to adjust.

After a few seconds of additional welding, he lifts up the mask.]


Okay, okay... There's been a lot going on, and a lot to talk about, and honestly... Wonderland's shit is still above my paygrade, but since the White Queen has turned out to be not as psychopathic as we previously believed as of right now... It's got me thinkin'.

[He scratches under his chin.] So, like, a lot of our Mirrors were grade-A assholes, and that made sense 'cause they served a grade-A bitch like the Queen of Hearts, but now that the White Queen's in charge and she's projecting way more sweetness at least... What's that gotta be like for 'em? I mean, my Mirror didn't even skulk around during that clusterfuck, so I'm guessin' he's real pressed about this arrangement and that kinda tickles me.

[He shrugs.] Eh, I dunno. Just a thought.
soupcansam: (to the same)
[personal profile] soupcansam
[ Shawn is standing on the shore in front of the party boat when the video starts. At first, the sun is totally in his eyes and he's squinting but trying to work through it. ]

Attention everyone who - no, sorry. Wait, hold on!

[ He moves and turns so that now the mansion is in the background which defeats the purpose of the video but whatever. ]

Okay, so, here's the deal. My party boat is kind of an outdoor thing and it's starting to get cold. That means the party boat is closed for the season. I know, I know, it's sad, but that just means you have something to look forward to once it gets warmer again. And to everyone who hates the party boat, you can suck it, it's not like you can hear the noise from all the way in the mansion, why you gotta be downers?

Anyway, in honor of the season changing this is the last weekend of partying on the water. There might be fireworks but that's a huge question mark depending on whether or not I can learn how to set off actual fireworks without blowing up. The water's probably too cold to use the slide but anyone who launches themselves off the slide and into the ocean this weekend gets to be remembered forever with their photo on my wall of fame. That's a new thing, so don't go looking for it yet. It's happening.

Also, it's a party bar, like an actual floating fun time so, just...try to not cry? At my bar? I'm going for a Sam Malone vibe and some of you really can't read a room. The only person allowed to brood in my presence is my best friend in Wonderland, the one-armed magnificent man-beast himself, Grendel von Slapstick.

[ Shawn turns the camera from himself, back to the boat, then back to his face again. ]

I think that about covers it. Come out this weekend, don't be dramatically grumpy unless you're Gren, and have fun.

video;

Nov. 22nd, 2018 07:10 pm
mandrakes: (095)
[personal profile] mandrakes
I have... a personal concern to raise, and hope that enough people will indulge me that it can be set somewhat to rest.

[Regis is in his own quarters, the dark wood and leather furniture lit warmly by a fire somewhere nearby. Just behind Regis' voice, for the keen-eared, is the soft crackling and popping of burning wood.

The man is, for all intents and purposes, simply grey-haired individual holding all the intimidation of a common or garden tax collector. His eyes are dark, near-black, and twinkle as he looks into the video feed. It isn't too often that he uses his phone at all, but this is important.
]

Recent events set upon us by Wonderland have given me cause to consider, not for the first time, that I may easily become a serious danger to all those living here, and certainly by no choice of my own. [Ah, Regis looks harmless enough, but there's far more to this kindly old gentleman than meets the eye.]

What I am looking for is somebody, or more than one somebody, who might be trusted to be able to stop me should this occur. I had been relying on young Commander Shepard, but with her exit...

[The smile he gives is small, and a little tight.]

I am entirely willing to give a comprehensive list of all abilities I possess, and to demonstrate them as necessary.

voice;

Nov. 4th, 2018 12:45 pm
keephersafe: (67)
[personal profile] keephersafe
[This... is difficult. Several things about the last event were difficult, and R has been almost entirely non-communicative since it concluded. He isn't sure if anyone noticed - he hasn't been answering calls, or messages, or the door.]

I, um... [How does he say this? It should be easy, for a guy who had spent several years walking around dead already.] I died, I think. I don't... remember it very well.

[It keeps coming back in flashes, sharp spikes of colour through black and white fog.]

I just... if I hurt anybody, while I was-- before I was stopped. I'm not like that. Not now. I don't want to be that.

[He trails off, then adds, quietly--] Sorry.

video;

Oct. 1st, 2018 12:13 am
hypoxic: } Pretentious lyrics: Juice=Juice - "It's Okay to Cry" (I remember)
[personal profile] hypoxic
[First addresses to the network usually fall into one of a few categories. They're cries for help, or angry screeds vowing revenge. They ask for a salve to ease their confusion. They promise violence. The doctor is none of those things. He's been careful with the network, taking the time to do his research about this world before addressing it. It's important to understand the angles before offering any vulnerabilities. vulnerable people die early. Weakness is not tolerated.

He's been here long enough to understand the games that must be played. He's got the mannerisms down well. He avoids making eye contact with even the device recording him, his voice halting and uncertain. His face has mostly healed over since the incident last month, but there's still a sickly yellow patch over his eye where an old bruise hasn't quite finished healing.]


Sounds like the next event's due to be a bad one, doesn't it? And yet... It's not just events that we need to worry about anymore. I wonder if perhaps we oughtn't be more open about the everyday issues we've been facing. About the... particular power imbalance between some of the residents.

Some good people are being harmed by the powered communities here. The aliens or the supernaturals, or whatever name they've decided to take. They've left normal people too afraid to speak up. Are we letting them use us, because we think they'll protect us when the events come?

After the last few weeks, they've made it clear that they won't do anything for us.

I'm tired of being afraid all the time. Aren't you?
emojis: (21)
[personal profile] emojis
[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.]
noreason: (My heart would be elsewhere)
[personal profile] noreason
[Naoki is in the library, a place he does not visit often. He has a rather large book open on the table in front of him, but he looks like he's more likely to use it as a pillow than actually get to turning any pages. He's not dumb by any means, but studying really isn't his thing, and planetary science is harder than he expected.

So instead of doing his own research, he figures he'll ask the network for information! He breaks out his device and starts up a feed.]


Does anyone else come from a world where natural laws are...strange?

[Cuts right to the chase.]

...I guess I have no way to explain what I mean by "natural laws" since those can be really different in different worlds. Like the way magic works in some worlds and not others. So I guess what I'm really asking is what are the natural laws in your world? Because in mine, they got kind of weird at some point and I'm wondering how common that kind of thing is.

video;

Sep. 11th, 2018 03:12 pm
keephersafe: (51)
[personal profile] keephersafe
[It looks like he's forgotten he put the video on, since it isn't directed at his face, but rather at half of one shoulder and a corner of the room he occupies on the first floor. There's a record player in view, though it isn't playing any music.

After the Dormouse's 'announcement', he has a small concern which he announces with a small grimace that comes into frame as he jostles the phone.
]

... This isn't going to be zombies again, is it...
rightcall: (27)
[personal profile] rightcall
( 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.
itchtokill: (Curious glance)
[personal profile] itchtokill
[NOTE: I e n c o u r a g e you guys to talk to each other on this post. Not just to Kol. It's the kind of thing that could really spawn some good conversations so feel free to threadjack. 100% okay on my end, always, no need to ask.]



[Kol has thought on it a lot, but this seemed the simplest way to get to the masses. He felt video responses would get too convoluted and messy, so text was the easiest avenue for his purposes. Plus, it would make it a hell of a lot easier for him to keep up with his own notes of things that way, too.

He's also still coming off of trying to deal with the fact that he went through his first fully-immersive Wonderland Event, complete with what more or less amounts to a very intricate level of compulsion in his mind. Re-written memories, set to act out a part someone else decided he should play. He is not particularly fond of being on the opposite end of that little trick, and the only silver lining in was that it didn't last very long.

But he has other things brewing in the back of his mind about that, and to eventually attempt to accomplish that? He needs to know what kind of powers, magic, and other abilities may be at work, here.]


I know that this place is made up of a little bit of everyone and everything all thrown into someone's toybox for their own fun. Or, that's bloody well what it feels like, at any rate. But because it's such a mix, I find myself curious about who's out there, and what they can do.

Rumor has it, my family's sort of known in these halls, so I don't s'pose I'll be surprising anyone who knew my other siblings before they were popped back home, in owning up to being a vampire. One of the first, back where I'm from, actually.

Which brings me to my next point: Granted, I know it isn't for everyone, and not everyone does it, but there's this really strange sort of almost blanket acceptance of people here that I don't think you find in very many places. You have all these supernaturals and powered people mixing with humans and I don't even know what else. And it's just a thing, another fact of life. People can live here and be what they are, be public about it even, and it doesn't really matter. At least, that's what I've gotten out of my time here.

I imagine at least a good handful of you probably knew what I was when I got here, knew my family's story, or at least pieces of it, but as far as I know, no one's judged me. Certainly, no one's coming running at me with a stake or made threats to find ways to contain me for little more than being what I am.

You just don't have that in most places. People are so judgmental and quick to hate what they don't understand. Me, personally? I love to learn.

Which is why I'm here. No one's obligated to answer, but if you're up for the discussion, tell me. Who are you? What can you do? Not limited to folks of supernatural or powered persuasions, either. I'm interested in hearing anyone's skills.

And on a more personal note? I'm calling out to any witches who may be interested in chatting. You could say I'm a bit of a fan of magic.
livemoore: (⚰ 108)
[personal profile] livemoore
Seems like as a good a time as ever to start questioning everything, right?

[ Liv is sitting at a desk in her room, tank top and pajama pants on, legs crossed underneath her in a chair. ]

So, I've been thinking about something. For those of you who haven't been here for the past five months or so: hi, I'm Liv, and I'm a zombie. Here's a handy link to my archived message about it:

[ guesswhatimdead.pdf ]

Moving on, my specific brand of zombie-ness is a virus: if you get bitten or scratched you get sick and then you die and then you turn, no exceptions. What I'm realizing here, in Wonderland, is that no one gets sick. Seriously, I volunteer in the clinic and no one's showed up with so much as a cold. No flu, no food poisoning, nothing. I was also looking at past network messages and there was a pregnant woman here once. Her pregnancy never advanced, ever. So, time is moving, it obviously is, because the seasons change and somehow we're all aware of when it's Thanksgiving or Christmas. Whatever. We literally counted down the new year. And yet, time isn't moving because things like aging obviously don't happen.

Illnesses and viruses don't spread.

[ Finally, the point. ]

I know that for some of you from zombie worlds if you die you'll come back, but you're already sick, whatever virus is from your world is already in you, it's already progressed to a point where you'd turn if you died. But that still means to spread it, me or anyone from a zombie world have to actually make you sick. I'd have to scratch you or bite you, and then the actual illness would have to set in: fever, chills, feeling like your bones are glass. But if illnesses never progress, then hypothetically, it can't spread. Right?

[ Which would be great for her because what she's leaving out is that if she ever slept with anyone here, she'd turn them into a zombie that way, too. ]

I don't really have a way to test it, I wouldn't ask anyone to risk a death on research, but I'd be interested in hearing your thoughts about it.

Video; 001

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

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


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

[Don't start to ramble.]

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

[Right. Anyway.]

There is actually something I wanted to ask. Jean told me there is a library here. Can anyone just borrow books from it, or is there someone I should speak to? I'm not really certain how things work here. I don't have any money but I can work.
gambolshroud: (33)
[personal profile] gambolshroud
[It's been two weeks now since her arrival. The device she’d eventually found on her person was almost exactly like the scroll she used back home, which made it easy enough to access the network and read through what it has to offer. She'd done her research before reaching out to anyone, reading through the pamphlets provided and even combing back through recent messages to see what other sorts of people might be here. All in all, it's been a full couple of weeks, not to mention she'd been more or less welcomed to Wonderland by an event that had people singing spontaneously about their passions, followed by— Well. She doesn't want to think about the part that came after.

It still doesn't make complete sense, and even after all that research, she has more questions than answers, but reaching out to make contact with people seems like the most logical next step. She's spoken to a few individuals, but she hasn't addressed the network at large yet. Time to change that.

When the feed opens, it shows a steady close-up of a serious-looking girl of about seventeen, looking straight ahead as though making eye contact with whoever's on the other end— serious, but not unfriendly. Her eyes are gold, with a sharp angle to them that seems just a little bit inhuman.]


I’m still working on finding my way around, but I’ve noticed you have quite the library here.

[An innocuous enough comment, and genuinely relevant to her interests.]

I was looking at some records there. They cover events going over the last few years. Pretty colorful place, isn’t it? I also noticed a lot of mentions of magic, in addition to the recent message concerning the Magic Library, but nothing about Dust. Are there that many people here who can use magic freely, without needing Dust as a catalyst?

[Or are they outliers? She's certainly not one of them, but she can't help being curious. Outside of stories, it's unheard of back in Remnant.]

It's obvious that Wonderland itself has its own brand of magic. For those who can use it, have you found that the environment effects your own abilities?

voice;

Apr. 1st, 2018 05:30 pm
beatupgrass: (✘ see? look how fun this is...)
[personal profile] beatupgrass
 [There's some general banging and swearing as Rocket absentmindedly flicks on the communicator before he's ready to actually start talking-look, it's easy to get distracted. When he finally does start speaking, it's between some further tinkering.]

Okay, so. Training room's been the big topic since that whole war thing was announced, and hilariously this project started before that whole thing happened, so good timing on Kaplan for suggesting it to me when he did. Bad timing on his part for up and leaving before I got it finished.

Anyway, apparently somebody started  working on a simulation chamber in here at some point, then abandoned it, so I, bein' the well-intentioned but mostly very bored guy I am, agreed to do something with it. It ain't the highest of quality, but the holograms hit back, and that's about all you can hope for.

It's only got one kind of enemy right now, so if any of you idiots are actual programmers, the system code is basic as hell and easy to customize. I didn't wanna up and leave y'all with something that nobody else could work in case I- please Wonderland- get outta here sooner than later. Go crazy, 'cause right now the only bad guys are a nasty combination of every zombie we've ever had in this joint, 'cause I'm bitter, I've seen all of 'em, and do you realize how hard it is to do something genuinely altruistic for me? I got a reputation as a giant asshole to consider here.

If nothing else, hard light holograms are almost as satisfying to take your frustrations out on as actual baddies.

[[ooc: to not step on toes, etc. this is the result of a conversation between Billy and Rocket sometime before Billy left. Rocket wants nothing to do with it now it's been built (aside from using it), so if anyone with tech savvy or a desire to handle upkeep and control wants in on this, they are welcome to it!]]
mucked: (☂ fighting the jury in my head)
[personal profile] mucked
No decent person wants a war. However, after the carnival's not-so-Grand Finale, we may not have much of a say in the matter. I propose a spot of basic training. It won't be the first boot camp I've supervised.

[ she exhales and steadies her attention on the device. revealing this sliver of herself is easier than she'd anticipated. it helps, perhaps, that she's shared elements of her story with some acquaintances and friends. details, doled out slowly and in more personal conversations. either way, she volunteers nothing else about her relevant work experience unless asked. ]

If you've never seen combat before, I can show you the fundamentals. If you have, then there is no harm in a refresher. Participation is voluntary. My aim isn't to make soldiers, but to make damn certain we're as ready as we can be. Because there is wisdom in arming yourself with tools you hope won't ever have to use.

We'll begin with a focus on preparedness, on physical conditioning, and on self-defense. Morning through noon, Monday through Saturday, at 0800. The grassy field by the Checkerboard Hills. Come every day, every second day, every third or fourth if you like. But don't you dare be late; I won't tolerate tardiness.

[ and then she waits, leaving the feed open and steeling herself for inevitable conversation. sharp-eyed observers might realize this is the first time peggy carter has addressed the network publicly since her arrival. and back then, ten months ago, it had been via text only. it seems the threat of a war on the horizon has turned her uncommonly chatty. ]
desbearingly: (05)
[personal profile] desbearingly
[ The video feed opens up to reveal a stuffed bear sitting on the floor, the camera angled to get a perfect full view of him. His head tilts as he looks the blinking light over. ]

Is this thing on?

[ It can talk? ]
deadshapes: (have to go listen to my cells die)
[personal profile] deadshapes
Hey so like, do you think there's a way for Wonderland to just stop having events? Like, what if we found Wonderland's...brain, or whatever, cause this place is like kinda sorta alive almost? What if we found Wonderland's brain and just went up to it like "dude hey, stop doing events. Just like stop effing with us."

Like I get that Wonderland needs something from us and we're all just glorified batteries while we're here, but we could make a deal with it or something? Yanno? I'd voluntarily give up some words or phrases or whole memories or whatever if it meant just, no more effing events. Do you think we can just do that?

Or maybe just stop having murdery events or events where people have to relive their worst memories or shit like that, that'd be nice. I mean like, come on, there's no reason for this bullshit. Just like have fun or nice events. Or frick, have them be optional. If Wonderland has enough magic to create entire worlds then it should have enough magic to just not eff with us and like, figure out an alternative.

Like, come on.
angewiesen: (19)
[personal profile] angewiesen
The fuck is this?

[The camera is pointed towards a T-Rex, dead, blood still seeping from a gaping wound on the back of its neck. You can hear Jean panting from behind the communicator. It must have taken a feat to dispatch.]

This bastard lunged at me the second I came outside! What the hell is it, some kind of lizard Titan?

[He gives the corpse a kick to prove that it's dead. It doesn't so much as twitch. Then he begins to circle around the dead body as though making a record of it.]

And it's not the last one...

[The camera then pans up towards other dinosaurs lumbering about in the distance. Jean makes a "tsk" noise.]

They're all different! I can't tell if they're all a threat or not--

[He makes another strangled sound of frustration, and his throat is thick, as though he might have been... Crying?]

--Fuck! Fucking Eren! This shouldn't be my job!

[Still, be begins to approach. The feed cuts off, as he continues to curse, obviously ready to kill every dinosaur out there if he has to, to protect the people inside. That's what a Survey Corps member would do, right?]
jivitadana: (> ♪ Piangendo... [Child])
[personal profile] jivitadana
Who: Arisato Minato [[personal profile] jivitadana] + You
Where: All around the mansion
When: Friday, 2/9 - Sunday, 2/11
Rating: PG
Summary: Minato's now six years old. Again. But things were different this time since he didn't remember Wonderland or really anything after the age of six, besides his parents dying in that horrific car crash while he survived. Thus he ended up wandering the mansion, hiding sometimes and being generally lost.

The Story: Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be? )

video;

Feb. 6th, 2018 12:11 am
keephersafe: (61)
[personal profile] keephersafe
[Okay, R, just breathe. Well, don't breathe, but relax, because if you don't, you're going to stammer your way through this so badly that no one is going to get the right idea about what you're saying.

After Liv's post a few days ago, what R is about to do has been on his mind a great deal. He doesn't use the network often, and rarely to post something for himself, but this...

This is important.

There's no lighting or angle that really catches this guy's 'best side', because with the greyish pallor, pewter-coloured eyes and dark veins inching their way up the sides of his neck there is really no 'good side' to capture, but give him a break, he's doing his best.
]

Um-- hi.

['Good start. Now carry on before you start to look like an idiot.']

There's s... something I have t-.. to say. I haven't... been trying to lie t-... to anyone. What Liv... what Liv said - I'm the same. Not... Not exactly the... same.

[That one's a given, probably, with the way there's no chance he's passing as Living, and the problematic speech impediment.]

I'm... I'm a z-.. zombie too. I don't want t... to hurt anyone. I just... don't want to be sh-.. shot at. [You know, if it's not too much trouble.]

Okay. Mm... thanks.
livemoore: (⚰ 72)
[personal profile] livemoore
[ When Liv appears on the screen, she's in a nice off-white sweater with a hint of gold sparkle to it, full face of makeup and nervously smiling. She gives a wave, then lets out a breath she's been holding. ]

I have a confession. And some of you know. Some of you who know me don't know, and everyone else...

[ She pauses, looking down a little. Is this the right thing? Hell if she knows. It's not like she's in a place the size of Seattle. Maybe now's the time to just come clean. ]

The rest of you don't need to know but uh...at this point if someone found out by word of mouth I feel like it'd suck more, so.

My name is Liv. I've been living here since the summer. And...I'm a zombie.

[ She pauses for a beat. ]

Obviously from a different zombie world than the rest of you. I'll answer your questions now: Yes, I eat what you think I eat but the closet provides it for me. I only act like the maniac you'd expect when I'm hurt unexpectedly and then I'm super strong and just kind of...grunty. But I can help, I do help. I've saved people. I've died here. Yes, I'm technically dead right now, but I still look great?

I guess those are the hard-hitting questions. If you have any others I'll be here to answer them.

Please don't try to kill me. I'll just come back.

So I guess that's it. Now you all know, and I can breathe easier. Ish. Well, not breathe. Whatever, you know what I mean.
beatupgrass: (✘ you can't break tom brady's arm)
[personal profile] beatupgrass
 

[here is Rocket.


Rocket is pissed off (not unusual).


Rocket looks like he has the worst headache known to man.]


I'm pretty sure this event is tryin' to blind me, which is fine, 'cause I'm already sick of lookin' at this crap.


[In the background, a bunch of adorable anthropomorphic animals skip buy, all of them wearing shirts, but no pants. Rocket yells behind him:] PUT ON SOME DAMN PANTS, YOU PERVERTS.


[Shuddering, he turns back to the group.] I don't know what this is about, but I know I don't wanna any part of it and- [he stares off-camera for a second, squinting.] Wait. Is that a throne made out of guns? That seems really dangerous... and yet.


[He looks back at the camera.] I'll be right back.


[He does not come right back.]

voice;

Dec. 28th, 2017 09:24 pm
keephersafe: (15)
[personal profile] keephersafe
Why... do you think p-people... are afraid of people... who are different to them?

[The quiet, hesitant voice will be familiar to some people. R is asking something that has been on his mind for a while now - something he would have asked sooner if he wasn't so shy of the network on the whole.

Not using the video feature, well, that's really more for him than anyone else. The pewter-grey eyes and near-white skin still draw awkward questions.
]

Is 'different' a-always a bad... thing?
angewiesen: (2)
[personal profile] angewiesen
Alright, I give up, I need help.

How the hell am I supposed to figure out a present for my Secret Santa without totally giving it away?

text;

Oct. 23rd, 2017 09:01 pm
onetruemorty: (shhshhh ethan)
[personal profile] onetruemorty
hey so who wants to rank some stuff for me?

uh lets see.

- your home world
- wonderland
- a world where your favorite book is all real, only its still text based. so you have to figure out how to comprehend existing as text or you'll go crazy
- a world thats really peaceful and fun, but the ground you walk on is made up of the bottom of living human feet. nobody ever talks about it.
- a world where the language is jazz style scatting and you only have one word figured out so far. it's probably the only illegal word they have? but i guess thats flexible.

anyway about where do you think you're standing on those so far?

no wrong answers! just for fun. like 1 is the best and 5 is the worst.

text;

Oct. 15th, 2017 03:58 pm
livemoore: (⚰ 111)
[personal profile] livemoore
[ She's felt so restless for a number of different reasons, and she keeps picking up her device, not sure who she's wanting to reach out to, who she wants to be reaching out to, so finally, she just addresses the network at large. ]

So, getting drunk for multiple days after you die. Par for the course, or just me?
deadshapes: (weird autumn)
[personal profile] deadshapes
Okay okay okay okay. So I know there's an event coming up and we're all freaking out about it, and it's probably gonna be horrible like usual, but I gotta say this before we get too deep into October. So, you know how Halloween is the best holiday, and October is the best month, and autumn is the best season, and all that? And you know how the best thing about all of those is...

[Dramatic pause.]

Pumpkins, obviously. I was thinking, we definitely need to have a pumpkin chunking competition.

[She grins like a wild person.]

So for the uninitiated, pumpkin chunking is when you build something that can launch things--like a catapult, or a trebuchet, or a giant slingshot, or a cannon, and so on--and then you compete to see how far the thing you built can launch a pumpkin. It's literally the best thing, after Halloween and autumn leaves. Since I figure most people don't really know how to build stuff like that, people could team up. You could have team names and give your pumpkin chunker a name like they do with monster trunks. I mean trucks. The only rules is you can't use anything gas powered--it has to all be mechanical. And you also can't, like, murder people with pumpkins.

And knowing Wonderland, there's probably gonna be some crazy ass shit happening for Halloween, but I figure we can pick a day near then and that's when we have the competition. We can roll out our stuff to the checkerboard hills and launch from there, that way we got wide open space and people won't get hit by flying pumpkins.

[She gives the camera a really eager look.]

Whaddaya guys think?

Tags

LAYOUT BASE @ [community profile] fruitstyle