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[ Gold was the one to tell David about death not being a permanent thing here. It's hard though to really swallow that when you watch your wife get impaled to a tree trying to save your life while in battle. He's not sure if he believes it. Because Gold hadn't exactly explained how it happened. David sort of assumed it'd be instantaneous. He didn't imagine he'd have time to carry her from the battle field and back indoors. Another hour went by and David finally wrapped his wife in linens from their bed and left her on the mattress. Face uncovered.

Now is not the time for sarcasm or rattling David's cage. He's a patient man, but there's just something about watching your wife die in front of your eyes that gets to you. Having to take down her body and carry it inside is just the icing on this awful cake.

When the feed comes on David's eyes are red and he's breathing heavy. ]
My wife--uh Mary Margaret--[ Because it occurs to him that people might not know she's married to David. ]--she--[ He can't do it. He shuts the feed off and for a few moments there's nothing from David. Finally though he texts. ]

She perished in the battle. They come back right?

[ He just wants some reassurance. Some validation that he'll see her again. He has half her heart. Which he would gladly rip out of his own chest and put in hers if she would return to him immediately. ]
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charming wandering before broadcasting )

[ David's found a place to broadcast from. He's in the kitchen. The brochure was an easy read. It's given him some information, but he doesn't trust it. Not in the slightest. If you look closely you can see the empty baby carrier behind him. ]

My name's David Nolan. [ His voice is calm, but bordering on cracking. ] I need to find my family. My wife--her name is Mary Margaret or Snow depending on what kind of mood she's in. [ He cracks a smile that doesn't get to his eyes. ] My daughter's named Emma. And my son--[ This is where David's voice starts to shake. His jaw tightens. ]--his name's Neal, but he's just a baby. I--he wasn't with me when I arrived. I have his baby carrier--[ He glances behind him at it. ]--it's just. [ David steers his words elsewhere. He won't break. ] Also my grandson could be here as well. His name's Henry.

[ His gut twists and wrenches. ]

If you've seen them contact me immediately or tell them David is looking for them. Or Charming. Please. I just need to know they're okay.

[ His hands are starting to shake and it's evident by the small vibrations in the video. He has to turn it off and force himself to take a breath and get calm. ]

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Jul. 26th, 2013 06:04 pm
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[ a man in a black leather coat appears on the screen. he doesn't seem confused or out-of-place in the least. instead he idly waves the hook at the camera as if to tell things to get a move on -- yes, he is missing his left hand and there's a hook in its place. peculiar. ]

Ah, Wonderland? I thought we settled this. [ they wouldn't want their queen back, would they? he once attempted to kill the queen of hearts but that was ages ago. they wouldn't even remember, would they? but then again who could forget about this face? ]

[ it's a funny thought so he smiles to himself. oh well back to business. the smile fades as fast as it appeared. his voice sharpens. ]


The queen of hearts is dead, I hear, so I couldn't tell you where she is. Or her body. Or what is left of it.

[ glances to the side as if he's expecting a piece of the queen to appear out of nowhere. turns back to the camera. ]

And believe me when I say that I do hate to be the bearer of bad news but that is just how things are, I'm afraid... We were friends once, she and I. Terrible how things turn out. Please accept my sincerest condolences.

[ he doesn't look that sorry. he stares expectantly straight into the camera. the man has places where to be. obviously. ]

With that out of the way, may I go now? Or is there something else you would like to discuss with me?

[ the smile is back. ]
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[Hello again, Wonderland. Here's a face that's been missing-in-action for a little while. As she so often does, Emma is caught somewhere between rigidly tense and panicked when she addresses the video feed. The edge of the beach can be seen behind her, though it's growing rapidly distant as she makes her way towards the mansion with long, purposeful strides, unwilling to simply stay put and ask for people to come to her.

She knows exactly where she needs to head straight-off -- Henry's room -- but in the meantime, she wants to know who's still here. There's no telling how long she's been gone; all accounts of people heading home and coming back have served as proof enough that time works differently here than it does elsewhere, but for her? It's been awhile, and she's not at all thrilled about the situation she just found herself yanked out of.]


Henry?! Please, tell me you're here.

[Here and safe, she hopes. If this place dragged her back in and left Henry in the hands of kidnappers, she is going to be beyond pissed. She doesn't slow down, even as she continues tossing names out.]

Who else is left? David, Mary Margaret -- Neal? [Her voice catches in her throat on that one. Neal's name doesn't come easily.] Martha, Dean, Dr. Whale -- hell, even Jefferson. How long was I gone? Is everyone okay?

video;

Jul. 12th, 2013 06:52 am
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[David is outside, standing amongst the checkerboards on the Checkerboard Hills.]

I'm feeling awfully out of practice with my swordplay. Anyone care to join me?

Also, if anyone should wish to learn, I'd like to help.
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One month since beginning of experiment. No visual changes observed. Sensory triggers provide same result as interaction. Other functions remain unaffected. No new projects being planned.

Almost three months since arrival. Note to investigate time fluctuations.

End report.
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I have a question for all of you! It's come to me very suddenly, like a dream, or some sort of vision.

[And Alice sighs, as if trying to have that dream again. But it is gone, and she will just have to ask what she wants to ask instead.]

If you could be any you, who would you be? No restrictions or rules - if you could simply be someone new suddenly, which new you would you be? Would you do it? What if you had to; what would you pick then?

I think I'd want to be a Princess. It sounds lovely, doesn't it? Princess Alice. Really, it's much better than being a Queen. You get a very nice crown and you don't have to be so responsible all the time. That gets so tiring, you know!

[She would know, after all.]

So, who would you be, if you had to be someone else?
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[The video feed might accidentally click on, showing the contents of a room, including a bed occupied by Mary Margaret. She had made her way to the mansion and found this room, but the details of exactly when and how were hopelessly foggy. She's curled up, listlessly staring and taking in stuttering breaths. Crying silently to herself.

Broken...


It is a cruel replay of what had transpired only weeks before, except now, all that she can think about is Henry.

She had shattered all of the trust that he once had in her with one swift blow- one damning truth. The very person who had instilled the hope and purpose in Henry in the first place had just torn it all to ruins. Watching the faith and trust literally detach from him before her eyes had been heartbreaking. Devastating. Everyone else may have come to terms with what she'd done, but it would forever be a burden on her shoulders. And now? That burden had been weighted a hundred times over, her wounds slashed back open and salted.

After a time, she raises up, taking her head in her hands. After somewhat gathering herself, she finally lifts her communicator from the table, composing a single message.]


Private Message to David Nolan. )

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Henr| [She pauses, brooding, then slowly erases the unfinished text, head in her hands once more.]


[There is a part of her that desperately aches to communicate with her grandson, but right now, she just can't. A remotely acceptable explanation would require details...details that would turn the already-fragile situation upside down. She is at an utter loss.

((OOC: Backdated to the day of, or possibly the morning after her arrival; before Henry's texts, if that's alright with everyone.))
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[After his conversation with Mary Margaret, Henry wanted more answers but he waited a few days until he'd written out his thoughts to clear his head. Those days turned into a week and when he was finally ready, he sent out two different texts.]

Texts )
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[Upon her arrival at the edge of the gardens on the seaward side, Mary Margaret raises up on her hands…sucking in a deep breath after dispelling the sea water that she must have taken in during their rough journey through the portal. She sighs, her heart beating rapidly-

They’ve made it.…but this place certainly doesn’t look like the Neverland that she had envisioned…

Then, genuine fear sets in, for she realizes that she is alone. She hurriedly surveys the area for another moment, quickly determining that this is, in fact, any place but their original destination. The last thing that she can remember is being on Hook’s ship, arms fastened around David’s waist as the portal drew them nearer.

Now, she’s here. Here in this strange place with none of her previous shipmates in sight. She doesn’t see anyone walking about the immediate area, but quickly notices what seems to be a communication device lying upright in the grass nearby. She scrambles for it, somehow managing to turn on the video function.
...Or perhaps.. it has been on all along?

Regardless, she speaks- mumbling to herself at first.]


What is this place? [Her voice slightly quavers.] David? Emma…- Are you here? Are you alright?

[If they had, in fact, made it here as well… that would be one weight lifted off of her shoulders. The next- would be to find Henry.]
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[The video feed kicks on to show what at first looked like a dark mass on the shore line. Upon closer examination, if anyone was looking at the time, the mass could be made out to look more human-like, face first in the sand. Looked like someone washed up on shore.]

[They didn't move at first, but after a few moments one could notice the person's hands twitching some. And then coughing. Looks like they were finally waking up.]

[The figure, now more distinctly noticeable as a female sat up slowly, wiping the sand from her face and torso. The woman's dark hair sat in the way of her face until she pulled it back behind her ears, her facial features much more visible now.]


Hook? [A cough. Damn sand.] Gold?

[She looked up and down the shore line. She was close to the docks, it seemed, but she saw no evidence of the Jolly Roger or it's crew. Had she fallen off the ship when they were falling through the portal? She could see the hedge maze from her location, the forest and even mansion far off in the distance. When she turned her gaze back inland, she noticed the journal wedged into the sand. Taking her gloves off, she reached for the item, the video shaking as she turned it around in her hands. After a moment, she rest the journal on her lap, the video still looking up at her.]

This certainly isn't Neverland. But this doesn't make sense. [She whispered to herself.]

[Looking to the ocean, she could tell the tides were going to rise soon. Best to get off the beach. One problem though. She had no idea where to go.]
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[ for several months up until this point -- months that she spent in england and france dealing with a war, as well as a few weeks here -- she's been putting on a brave face, trying to push through with what needs to be done, but she's hit the end of her patience, of her ability to pretend that everything will be okay. she has nothing to focus on now except a seemingly impossible task of getting home and how much she misses one man in particular.

is this what it feels like to lose people?

so she looks a bit worn when the feed comes on. the light and determination in her eyes are dim and she looks like she could use someone to talk to. someone to trust and listen. ]


After all this excitement, I could use a good cup of tea. Would anyone care to join me? I'll even tolerate coffee nearby if that's preferred. [ it's a very, very small attempt at a joke. normally she can't stand even the smell of coffee, but she's a social creature, desperate for companionship. she'll tolerate it if it means being able to be social. ]

In the meantime, does anyone have any book suggestions? I'm afraid I might need something to keep myself occupied.
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[Emma's voice is terse when she addresses the network, though she opts to leave her video function disabled for the time being. She'd rather people not see just how distressed she is at the moment, and though she's doing a fairly decent job keeping her voice calm and even, she's tense enough that it's obvious something isn't right.]

If anyone has seen Henry Mills in the last twelve hours, please. Let me know. I'd appreciate it.

For those who have been here awhile, is there a way to tell for sure when someone's gone home?

[He's been locked up in his room since the incident with the door was resolved, but today? She can't find him anywhere. Any kind of messages sent his way are a bust, too, and both his room and all of his usual haunts show no trace of him.

Damn it. She's had enough of this. Can't they both stay in one place for more than a few weeks at a time?]


Private Text to David Nolan )
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[thanks to his conversation with Martha, Whale is going outside the box with guessing the riddles. If he gets it wrong, no big deal here. No regrets from him. So he stands in front of the door in his stolen clothes from his real self, and sings to it.

Yes. He is singing to the door. Just to see what happens. When he's finished and nothing's happened, he gives it some thought]


Perhaps you prefer the Ave Maria?
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[The video clicks on to show Dean sitting in his regular booth in the recently opened diner, laptop, coffee and pie within easy reach. Aerith moves through the feed before the video turns around to show Ruby, finally not pale and worried anymore, but relaxed and at ease with a slight smile, leaning against the jukebox. Journey's currently filling the diner with music, and Ruby wanders over to the counter, apparently happy with the selection. She shows Tohru preparing a dish while she talks.]

Guys, appreciate that you're all sitting in some corner of the mansion worrying about that door, but you know what? We happen to have this... nice, cozy establishment here, we have coffee, really good food, some beautiful ladies hanging around... [Yes, this includes Dean.] ... and all the space you could need, be it for fun or for some riddling around.

[And just to drive the point home, she pops a golden fry into her mouth and grins. Behind Ruby, Dean snorts at the ladies comment, but looks up from his laptop to eye the feed warily.]


While you're at it, how about throwing in a little PSA, sweetheart? Little tip: if a mirror sees it's reflection, it gets bounced back over to the other side. Start carrying around something shiny- but don't go getting all Twilight Zone. The last thing we need's mass hysteria.

[And with that, he turns his attention back to his work, sipping on his coffee. Ruby nods meaningfully at the video.]

Listen to the cowboy, guys, I mean it. He knows his stuff. Regardless, hop on over. [Yes, pun intended.] We're always open, and you can just as well riddle away with all the rest of us right here. Coffee's on the house, you can pay for food with small, meaningful tokens of your affection... no, just kidding, come on, everything's on the crazy magical house.

( Additional text announcement )

The Rabbit Hole - Floor 8, Room 001
Come for that riddle, stay for the company
Food, friends, drinks, music, riddles, pie, chicken wings, fun!


[ooc: Massive mingle post! The diner has never gotten an official opening, but it's now available to be used as event headquarters. There's food, there's music, there's company, there's people trying to figure out the puzzle. Mingle to your heart's desire <3 There are headers available, and you can feel free to make your own.

And remember guys! Mirrors on the real side can just waltz in there as well. Give us your alter egos, your reals, your firstborn children!]

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[Good morning, Wonderland! The time is now roughly early dawn, and most residents are probably tucked up nice and cozy in their beds. You know who doesn't care? Meg. She doesn't care at all.

The video starts with one pissed off looking demon. The only view at the moment is her face, blood spattered against her cheek and her hair a tangled mess. She looks like she's been wrestling with alligators, truth be told.
]

Listen up. [ No sarcastic greeting from this one - she is on a mission now. ] Anyone in the mood for a little wolf hunt needs to get with me.

[ And she'll pull her device back to give a full view of her practically useless arm. It'll heal itself in time, but demons don't bounce back quite like angels do. It's slow going right now, but she doesn't feel the pain. She feels angry, and the slightest bit of adrenaline pumping through her veins. She has a focus now, a mission, and she will be ruthless until she wins. ]

Unless you want someone else to get mauled. Wouldn't that be a tragedy?

[ Quite honestly, she doesn't really care if anyone else is attacked or killed by the wolf. She just needs some damn backup. ]



ooc )

[video]

Apr. 23rd, 2013 09:59 am
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[ Erica's face pops up on the phone, and she seems to be checking her makeup in it—or, well, the black screen that popped up a few seconds before the video started recording. When she notices the little 'record' indicator, she grins, wide and almost feral, all of her teeth showing. ] Pretty swank digs you got here. [ She pulls away briefly to show the contents of her room, all done up like the inside of a Better Homes and Gardens mag. ] I like it. It's like the morons who kidnapped me want me to feel safe and at home.

[ A snort. It's clear she believes this about as much as she'd believe the sky is green. Her face turns to a patronizing little pout, and she tosses her hair out of her face. ] Seriously. You should probably let me go. When my Al-- [ And she actually stops herself, realizing what she's about to say and who probably kidnapped her? Yeah, she changing that subject pretty fast. ] When my friends find out I'm gone, they're not gonna be happy. I'll try to get them to leave body parts intact when they come to get me if you promise to let me go, now.
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[The camera flicks on to Ruby sitting in one of the diner booths, far to the back, almost tucket away. Those who know here will notice immediately that she has an unusually pensieve look about her. Sad almost, worried, maybe even a little resigned. Her shoulders are slumped, and she avoids looking right at the camera.

Considering how much she usually smiles, this is quite the change.

The thing is, she can feel the wolf rearing up within her, a separate entity from her entirely. She stands no chance of wrestling it under control through sheer force of will, not after 28 years and counting of not transforming, of being repressed by the curse.

Ruby shifts in her seat, nervous. Her hands clench, knuckles going white before she sighs and tries a weak smile for the camera. It's shaky, at best.]


Where I'm from, the three nights around the full moon are known as... wolf's time. That means Wednesday, Thursday and Friday night, this week.

[Ruby falters, licks her lips, looks at the camera, then slightly away again.]

Whatever happens, please, please don't leave the mansion on any of these nights. Between sunset and sunrise, just... just don't leave the building. Please. Bar the front door. Just... stay inside.

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[Private text to Daryl Dixon]

I need to talk to you, in person if possible. It's urgent. Please?

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[OOC: For details on what's to come and plotting shenanigans, please see here!]
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[When David arrived, he arrived outside, surrounded by things he certainly did not recognize.]

What is this place- Where am I?

[At that point, he took a breath and vowed to himself to remain calm.] Mary Margaret? Emma, Henry? If you're here, answer me, please. If anyone knows who they are and where I can find them, please tell me.

To anyone else listening, anything you can tell me about this place will be greatly appreciated.

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