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[There had been a few video feeds after the mysterious announcement concerning objects falling out of the sky on top of the residents, as if aiming for them specifically. Mordecai Heller certainly way not going out of doors this day, no sir.

Lord knows how he was so neglectful as to leave the window of his room open.

He had been sitting and mending his gun holster when there was a blurry streak in his peripheral vision and a soft thump. He reflexively rose to a half-sit with his fingers around the gun on the table in barely a second, but it took him a few more to find the intruder.

A dazed rat of a disturbingly healthy size stared back with its awful little blood-droplet eyes.

Mordecai grimaced almost audibly. Oh boy oh gee what to do why the window, who would do this? He hated when a crawly thing was too big for a shoe. This was too much for even a broom.

While he was pondering how to rid himself of the vermin without an inconvenient splatter, the rat had the nerve to disregard him and start going about its ratty business. What's it doing, why is it worse when they aren't afraid of you, so help me if you start chewing on anythoh no it's coming near me

His arm shot out for something clothy that was resting on the table, and he lunged at the creature with it, somehow managing to capture in in one go, and it shrieked.]


nnNNNGGGAAAAAA

[Mordecai practically wailed as he made it to the window in two and a half strides, launching the squirmy handful out into the blue. He didn't have time to catch his breath before the startling smack against his chest. Upon automatically checking himself for blood, he discovered only an odd greasy smudge, and at his feet, the foulest-looking sandwich he had probably ever laid eyes on.

Oh.

Oh no.

[He slammed the window shut just in time for a flock of expiring tomatoes to slam into it from an angle, not unlike rain in high wind. He made a long, unsettled groaning sound in his throat, like... well, kind of like a cat.

Relenting and taking out his device, he reports:]


It's happening to me too, now. I... I have a hunch that the falling objects might be... personalized.
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[Hello, Wonderland. Ammy hasn't noticed that she's being recorded at the moment. It looks like she's in the gardens, though.

Gosh it looks depressing with none of the flowers in bloom.

So, what does Ammy do?

...well, it doesn't really look like she does anything. The rosebush in front of her just spontaneously blooms like it's spring time! Ammy wags her tail, looking highly pleased about something. She moves on to the next bush and the same thing happens again!

Wolves, man.]
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[Blake's been doing a lot of thinking lately. With everything that's been happening in Wonderland, it's really no surprise that his mind rarely stops. But it's important to take a couple moments and just breathe, right? Breathe, and get to know the people around him.]

[When he addresses the network, he's sitting atop a high surface in the library, legs dangling. His phone is held with an outstretched arm, recording at a distance to show something more than just the typical face shot.]


How's it goin', guys? Thought we could play a game or somethin' — maybe get to know each other a bit better. Kinda like a fill in the answer game? I'll start us off, you answer. Then you say somethin' and I'll fill in the blanks, if that's your thing. Simple enough, right?

So, say someone says, "If I were a pool toy..." you'd answer with "I'd be a beach ball, because they're colorful and round, just like me." You know, a revealin' answer, but nothin' too revealin', since there are prob'ly kids 'round. See how that works?

Anyway, here goes: If I were a superhero, I'd...

[A little too close to home? No way! Where better to hide than right out in the open. Besides, it's not like he's a card-carrying member of some super squad... yet.]
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[John's got a tent up outside which he's stockpiling with food, just in case. He's been sticking mostly to the Cheetos and Mountain Dew line of thinking, so he hasn't really needed to head into the kitchen. Instead, you'll probably catch him going to the nearest closet inside the mansion, loading up, and then heading back inside. He's already given up on trying to blow the smog away, so he's got a gas mask on.

You might notice that, for a normally pretty friendly guy, John's keeping to himself an awful lot...]
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[personal profile] forgottenmother
[Ammy does not look like a happy camper. Not at all. She looks a little tired, but mostly grim.]

As I'm sure a few of you are aware by now, we have demons among us. Fox demons, to be precise. From the accounts I've heard and seen on the public broadcasts, they are very similar to my own experience with one in particular.

[She pauses for a moment, as if remembering something unpleasant, and the forges on ahead.]

If you have questions for me, then please do not hesitate to ask! For now, I can tell you all what you generally need to know about what they are.

Fox demons are powerful, long-lived foxes. You can tell their age and strength by the amount of tails they have. The strongest one I've seen has nine tails. These demons are tricksters, delighting in taking the shape of a person and causing chaos and mischief. They can be ANYONE, even going so far as to mimic one's powers. Yes, these demons could mimic holy powers if they so chose, but only if that's what their "disguise" can do.

I do not wish to kill indiscriminately, but I do think that everyone should at least be on their guard.

Video

Jan. 21st, 2013 02:09 pm
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Hey, did anyone else notice something strange about that pig turtle thing's message? I mean, we know something's coming of course, so not that...there's some darker letters, and they spell something out.

[James grabs a piece of paper, and scribbles it down. He holds it up to the screen and it reads: F O X F A C E D.]

Fox faced? Does that mean anything to anyone? If we could figure that out, we might be able to determine out what the event is in advance and prepare for it.

[Of course, he's about fourteen hours too late to figure it out in advance, but he has no way of knowing that without meeting foxes himself. It looks like an ordinary day to him!]
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[As the video feed cuts on, there's a lot of splashing and growling going on in the pool, which is evidently the place where this new arrival has landed (and from a great height on his end). Landed being a relative term, since black wings can be seen flailing out of the water.

A very wet Night Fury scrambles over the lip of the pool and pants, wide green eyes taking in his very unusual surroundings. There's a leather harness on his back, a very odd-looking thing that wraps around him a bit. Toothless almost looks frightened, for a moment, before he notices the strange little device nearby that's lit up. Then, suddenly, his eyes take up all of the camera, as his curiosity takes over. He makes a questioning noise and begins to paw at it curiously.

Without his claws, thankfully.]
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I don't suppose anyone here knows a spell for getting rid of headaches, do they?

[The camera turns on to show a dark-haired boy wearing cracked glasses, rubbing his head as he glances slowly around him.]

I don't know what happened, but it definitely feels like a load of bricks fell on me.

I'm beginning to think I might know who's behind this, but I really, really hope I'm wrong.

[He reaches out in front of him, and his hand closes around a doorknob. Perfect. Maybe this will lead to a way out. He pushes on it and the door swings open. But the only thing greeting him is an empty chamber with stairs on one side of the room and a doorway leading somewhere else. He furrows his brow in annoyance. None of this is making any sense.]

Hello? Is anyone there? If this is meant to be a joke, I'm not laughing.
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[Quincy isn't even sure what he's going to do with the key. In fact, if he hadn't glanced over and just seen it there, untouched and waiting...

Well, whatever. He's on the real side now and he has it. It's obviously for a certain sort of door. So if he opened it...

What would happen?

If it's really so dangerous, well, at least he's got five lives over here.

Ans so he stands in front of his door, uncertain and afraid. The key is heavy in his hand and he knows, he can tell this is the one. He can feel it.

He really owes it to his real to die at least once, doesn't he? Might as well...see what happens.

The key clicks in the lock. )

Quincy returns to the hallway. He's too hollow to notice the door has disappeared. He leans back against the wall, staring off into space. Maybe the Queen would let him stay on this side if he asked really nicely?

Haha. Probably not.]
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[ACTION]

[Amaterasu has decided to go on a room raid. There are some new ducklings pups people, and she needs to get...acquainted with their rooms.

Okay, basically, if you're in your room, she's probably exploring it. How she got the door open is a mystery left to the goddess.]


[VIDEO/TEXT]

[After THOSE shenanigans, Ammy is now in the kitchen. She looks mournfully at the oven.]

I believe the only thing I miss about being human is that I can't cook cherrycakes when I want them. The closets do a good job, but it's nothing like getting them fresh from the oven from an actual person.

[A regretful sigh.]
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[personal profile] forgottenmother
[As if it wasn't bad enough that she had a cardboard cut out stuck to her neck, starburst of light included, but there has been another change.

One that she really isn't sure she likes.

In fact, poor Amaterasu gets caught by the network in a spontaneous shout that has overtaken her. And, yes, she is actually talking. Shouting, maybe, but still talking.]


IF A ZOMBIE BITES YOU, BITE IT THE FUCK BACK!

Video

Oct. 20th, 2012 08:37 pm
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[James stands in front of the camera and when it turns on, he's still angling it just right. Hey, he's starting to get a handle on Muggle technology! Anyway, when he's done, it's clear he's down in the Entrance Hall, near those mail boxes the twins put up. He runs his hand through his hair one last time and then looks right at the camera.]

Hullo there, Wonderland! James Potter here. It's come to my attention that...I'm bored. Very bored. Normally it's not wise to let me go about being bored, but I suppose I'll let it slide this time. [And he grins that mischevious grin that's both charming and worrisome at once.]

Anyhow, I also realized that I don't really know most of you, and that's really a shame since we're all stuck here together. And I want to change that! So, I've got a question for you all. I've been wondering about it a lot lately, and everyone's probably got a different answer.

[He gears up, ready for a grand presentation, with a lot of hand gesturing. He can't really help it.]

So, think about when you're going to home. Pretend for a minute that you'll remember everything from here, and that you'll know the minute you get there that you've been gone for weeks, months...even years for some of you, I imagine. But you're back home, to exactly whenever you were before, and you can go do anything you want. What's the first thing you'd do when you got there?

[He doesn't even have to think about his own answer:] I'd go propose to my future wife, of course. Immediately. Maybe we'd even go get married that second!

But enough about that - I want to hear your answers. As incentive, I've got prizes! Good or interesting answers get treats from my world. [He shakes a bag he's been holding the whole time.] Awful or grumpy answers get something else entirely.

["Something else entirely" being their names on a list of people to prank in the future. This plan is brilliant, in James' opinion.]

Well, come on now - I know you don't have better things to do.
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[ Sam's in the library today, and no one was surprised. He smiles briefly at the camera, before clearing his throat and diving right into his query. ]

Hey, uh... Wonderland. I've been here a while, but not for long, relatively speaking. And I was wondering-- we've got all the characters here, for lack of a better word. Y'know, Alice, the Twins, and all that. But, what about the darker sides of things? I mean, I haven't exactly seen a Jabberwocky around here. Should we be worried, or am I missing something?
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So I've been eating these little sweet white things lately.

[The Lorax holds up a marshmallow. That. This thing.]

You know, plain.

Tons of 'em.

More than I'm proud of.

Bags and bags ever since Beanpo-- er, the Once-ler gave me one back home.

So, uh. Any ideas for some other way to prepare these bad boys? Maybe a healthy alternative kinda thing?

[He pats his belly a little. All that sugar's given him a bit of a paunch. Okay, a bit more of a paunch.]

audio;

Sep. 30th, 2012 01:55 pm
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[Souji turns on the device, then just sighs, silent for a moment.]

...Sharing rooms has gotten...awkward.

[Yeah, that's the best way to put it.]
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not feeling good. gonna stay in for a bit. don't want to spread it around, you know?

[He even goes the text route to spare people the sight of him. And to spare his pride. There's nothing like a horrible cold to make someone feel pathetic.]

are there any doctors here? i don't know what kind of medicine to take... this sucks.
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[Action wise, Ammy is going to be sniffing around and looking positively down in the dumps.

As far as the video goes...well, the feed suddenly turns on. She's at a door and scratching at it, whining. The goddess stops after about a minute and lies down, ears drooping.]
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[personal profile] forgottenmother
[That morning, Amaterasu's comm's camera is pointed at a window. Well, technically, it's up against the glass to give the residents a very clear look at what lays outside it.

Purple fog with red glints in it covers sizable portions of the grounds of the mansion. Whatever this stuff is, it doesn't look good. What's barely seen of the fountain is some sort of purple sludge instead of water.

Ammy growls lowly in her throat beside the comm, and then shifts it to train on her face. She looks grim.]


This is a curse. Something from my home world of Nippon. It's a plague caused by demons, though I have neither seen nor scented them so far in Wonderland.

The curse saps those with supernatural powers of their strength. If a mortal should so much as touch the fog or water, they will be turned to stone. An immortal touching the fog will start to grow weaker as it feeds off of their life force. Please, be extremely careful if you decide to venture out.

If you have questions about this, I will answer as best I can.
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[The feed flicks on, though this is obviously accidental given the big flash of orange obscuring the screen at first. Once the rustling of furr and fuzz abates, a gruff voice can be heard just above the camera’s lens.]

I don’t know how these thingamawhatsits work and frankly, I could do without them. This much plastic is just askin’ for trouble. There’s so many buttons...

[The Lorax finally appears, his arms outstretched to peer down at the comm device.]


Is this one of those cellopic phones? Maybe I can call one of the Swomee-Swans for a ride. Or the Bar-ba-loots could-- oh, what am I thinking! They don’t have phones...

[The Lorax just starts grumbling and the feed cuts out.]

action;

Aug. 4th, 2012 11:15 pm
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[...and that was when you were assaulted (with 'assaulted' being broad in definition, myriad variations including being hit by, stalked by, turned around and seeing them waiting, I'd say attacked by but nobody comes to mind as a good target) by a smuppet. It was as if a really quick and deft puppeteer was really damn bored.]

15; video

Jul. 29th, 2012 07:16 pm
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[The video feed is very brief. The frame starts out at an angle, since Souji hadn't really meant to record this, with a mirror at its center. The word "WELL?" is written in very precise handwriting.

The mirror gets closer as Souji walks over and as he kneels in front of it and sets the camera aside, the feed briefly shows a rather grisly image. A yellow parakeet is laid out on the floor in front of the mirror, positioned on its back with its wings outspread. There's no blood, but the bird has been cut open and the flesh and bones cut away entirely to reveal carefully displayed organs. It's hard to tell, given how briefly the camera shows it, but the bird's heart is still beating, and it's still breathing.

Then the camera's sitting to the side and Souji's in the frame now, just looking at the bird. His eyes are wider than normal, but otherwise, his expression is neutral. After a second, he moves, bringing both hands together in front of him, but rather than pick the bird up, there's just a very small snapping noise as he breaks its neck off screen.

At the very edge of the frame, a flurry of writing starts to appear on the mirror's surface, but the angle makes it impossible to make out any words.

omg I'm so sorry for the tl'dr]
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[Sup, Wonderland? There is now a wolf pup gnawing on the comm device. She growls playfully as she shakes it and then accidentally tosses it into a wall. The pup then runs over to try again, but a bigger wolf takes her by the scruff of the neck and plops her down somewhere out of frame.

Ammy's face comes into full view as she gives everyone a doggy grin. Guess who's back, bitches?]

[Text]

Jul. 5th, 2012 08:01 pm
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[personal profile] not_a_hero
There is a murderer on the loose.

Please remain in the safety of your rooms or with a companion if you must venture out so long as the companion is assuredly not the aforementioned murder. Possible suspects include one James Moriarty for those to whom that has any significance.

John, a word. Now.

1. [Video]

Jul. 2nd, 2012 10:57 pm
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[Oddly, when the video feed initially clicks on, there's nobody in sight - the only thing onscreen is a bedroom, which would be extremely tidy if not for the tangled vegetation spilling through the window and all over the carpet.

There is a voice, but it might take a little effort to make out the words. Not that the speaker is slurring or anything; she's just that quiet.]


U-Um... hello? [It comes out as more of a squeak.

Finally, a face emerges - more accurately, the top half of a face, cut off by the bottom of the screen. And it's a pony's face. A pastel-yellow one, with a pink mane.

The owner of the face doesn't seem to want to make eye contact with the camera.]
I'm awfully sorry to interrupt. I know you must be busy. I just - [A pause. There's a small scraping noise from somewhere below.] I just wanted to know if anypony's seen a white bunny around here. He's really the sweetest little thing, but it's his dinnertime, and I've looked all over, I swear! All I did was step out for a moment, and... [Her voice trails off. She starts to sink under the screen again.] Um. It's okay if you don't know where he is either. No pressure. Thanks for listening, anyway.

[The video cuts out before she disappears entirely.]
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[personal profile] hamburellakind
[The video starts abruptly, showcasing John's back as he walks-- something that's a little rare for him, what with the god tier flying and all --down the hall. His movements are slow and his steps are small, almost like he's not all that convinced that he wants to move forward in the first place. His hands fidget around, picking at his pants before floating up to grip the opposite elbow. The gesture seems to be his feeble attempt to keep himself from trembling anymore than he is already.

A sharp, high pitched noise tears from John's throat, and the feed ends.]
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[personal profile] worldsaway
[We all know this part by now, guy was doing something, guy gets transported here, guy is confused. Thor was in the middle of a particularly important something when he appeared in this place. So many things are hanging in the balance right now, Midgard, The Tesseract, Asgard and, while he would not admit to his worry, his brother.

When the feed clicks on he is pacing his room, twirling his hammer in his hand. Right now, he really wants to start smashing the unfamiliar objects in his room. Fortunately, this is a more mature Thor. He knows better than that now. He's taking deep, shakey breaths and mulling over the situation, looking more and more bewildered with every step.

Finally, he pauses and lets out a yell that could shake the walls, his frustration and concern obvious in his roar.]


LOOOOKI!!



[After being tricked so many times, even Thor will catch on eventually.]

text;

Jun. 21st, 2012 07:40 pm
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[personal profile] splinterself
[Blah blah blah, feed clicks on, blah blah blah, orange text. You know what? You know the drill, and it shall pierce the heavens. Let's skip the formalities and jump to the interesting parts.]

Hey.

[How does one convey the feelings of what, followed by the fuck?]

I'm looking for a puppet. Seen him around? Dressed in purple, green eyes, wearing a hat. Goes by Lil' Cal. I was carrying him when I ended up in wherever the hell this place is.
Kinda was expecting Sburb, but hell, Smanse? I can make this work. Why the fuck not.


[Also, all of this is being typed as he's looking about, glancing at rooms (though he's not going to walk into a random bedroom, fuck, dude has some standards with the emphasis on some) and exploring the library and things of that nature, so if there's a preference for starting with something a bit more action oriented and a prompt along the lines of '...and that was when some strange blond guy walked into the room/glanced curiously towards the open door and saw you' why the hell not.]
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[personal profile] dashboardlite
[Step right up, girls and boys, to the class that very well may be the best class in the entire school. Now, let’s not play coy. Everyone knows that the practical skills in this particular course can be applied to every aspect of your daily life. Who knows? You might meet a Hinkypunk on your next woodland hike!

Your illustrious professor - Winchester, Dean Winchester - and Head of Gryffindor House stands before you, twirling a long cypress wand between his fingers, chewing a piece of Droobles Best Blowing Gum.

What poise! you declare, what attitude!

But bloody Hell he’s so cool works just as well as he pops a bubble the size of your head.
]

All right, lissen up!

[With a lazy wave of his wand, his gum disappears and the classroom door shuts. Dean straightens.]

We got one heckuva day ahead of us, so let’s get started.

cue Yackety Sax )
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[personal profile] forgottenmother
[Well, Amaterasu has everything set up for her little ducklings students.

Second Years are going over to the lake for their lesson! She's already spoken to the Merfolk and gained permission to include some of them into the plan today.

As for the Third Years....]


This way, please!

[She shepherds them to a corral, where a few Hippogriffs are dotted here and there inside. Ammy turns to the students and gives them all a stern look.]

Now, Hippogriffs are proud and polite creatures. Do not insult one or they will likely rip you to shreds. Just be polite and flatter them. Make sure you bow first, and once they bow back you may approach the Hippogriff.

[Now, as for the Fourth Years...Ammy is standing in the usual spot, but she has a guest. This guest is a Sphinx. She beams happily at them.

Fifth Years are being led to a tree near her hut. At this tree is a unicorn and its foal.

Sixth Years are going to meet a centaur!

Finally, the Seventh Years are going to be getting a hands-on experience with a gryphon.

Of course, any professors with free time are welcome to take a look at what their eccentric, motherly colleague is putting into these kids' heads.]

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