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[ Snow hasn't slept since she woke up. For the first time in so long, she's had nightmares about the burning room in the Netherworld, of being trapped in flames the way she was during the sleeping curse. So, she simply isn't going to sleep until she can talk to Regina and see about some kind of potion or magic that can put her under without having to dream of anything at all. Hopefully, something like that exists.

But this means that she's dwelling on what happened. Her death in protecting Emma, the fact that her daughter was indoctrinated anyway. And that leads her to late night texting. ]


For those of you that have family here, how do you deal with the idea that you can't always protect them?

[ It's not a concept that's new to Snow. She held her newborn in her arms for all of thirty seconds before putting her in a wardrobe that took her so far away. Snow has fought magic, ogres and Lost Boys for her daughter but this time she failed. This time, she couldn't keep the worst from happening. ]

I realize it's a broad question. But I'm not sure I've ever thought I couldn't protect my daughter before. Not until the past few days happened. Maybe I just needed to get the words out. It's much easier to type them than to admit them out loud.
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[Less than an hour after the Reaper crash lands in the Hills, Shepard is on the network.

She starts the video much more seriously than her other broadcasts, in full armor with guns visible on her back. Unlike her usual smiles, she looks utterly, incredibly serious, holding her sniper rifle plenty visible. For all of the jokes and encouragement she’s given the Mansion before, she looks utterly devoid of it now.]


Alright. I’m gonna make this really, really fuckin’ clear. That thing out there is called a Reaper. It’s a destroyer of worlds, it harvests entire species, and even one of them can wipe a planet. There is nothing for you in there. There’s no cool aliens. There’s no cool tech. Because the real things Reapers bring is Indoctrination.

[She pauses just long enough to catch her breath, and keeps going.]

The longer you’re in that thing, the more you’re gonna want to serve it. The more you’re gonna want everyone you know to serve it. And the more you’ll go to any goddamn lengths to do that, including killing everyone you know. It’ll infect electronics, broadcast signals, and the only way to be cured is to die. It is dangerous. So I’m gonna make this real easy.

[She hoists her gun a little more into view.]

I catch you going anywhere near that thing, and I will take out your goddamn kneecaps from 60 yards.

[She brings the gun back down, but still only at rest.]

You wanna know more about it, you can ask me here. Otherwise, I swear to fuckin’ god, stay out of it.

[private; to Rick Sanchez]

I need to talk to you. Immediately. I need a favor.

[ooc: Feel free to use this if you want to meet up with Shepard near to the Reaper site on day 1, also! She will not actually be shooting people directly, but she has a great aim and will be taking shots right in front of them if she sees them approach. There are, of course, tons of entrances to this thing, so she won’t be able to fend everyone off!]
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[ this video is going to start in a disorienting way. the device is moving and rather rapidly, at that. ]

so three things.

[ and then, a loud thud as iron man lands. the mask is pulled back and beneath is - well. you're all used to tony stark by now, right? ]

firstly, these guys -

[ he looks back - the robots of the iron legion are flying behind him and out of view ]

are still off limits. if you see them flying, don't engage. they won't stop. they have one route of patrol and then they're come back to the mansion. I've seen some of you trying to talk to them. it's pointless. I haven't programmed them to answer back.

[ seems useless, really. robots having lengthy conversations. ]

secondly, the war thing. big fun. I love the whole preparation thing we have going on. if you need anything, shout. I'll see what I can do.

[ oh and - ]

thirdly. I'm running a little behind schedule but despite the weird paradox of time and space, my aunt had her birthday this week and she really would love a few hearty 'happy birthdays', presents, songs. she loves songs. adores music. her name's peggy carter, you know, about this height, dark hair, British accent.

[ he's still moving as he talks ]

cake and soda in the kitchen, guys. no alcohol though, she's only seventeen. gotta keep to the rule book.

[ and then to add insult to injury, you might catch a quick glimpse of the kitchen and the stuff on the counter before he logs off. ]
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[Hey look it's Freya Mikaelson! And for once, she's not drunk on the network! It's an April miracle.

But no really, she's sober and on the network and being all business like because this is a business related thing! She's sitting in the magic library, ]


So with the departure of Billy Kaplan, maintenance of the Magic Library and Training Room has passed to me. With the war coming, I thought it was best to remind the magic users of the castle that it exists, and is here for all your research and practice needs. There's also a fairly hearty stock of spell supplies as well.

[She would have had this announcement made sooner, but she was in the process of cataloging everything so that she knew what was there for when people started asking her.]

I also have been practicing witch craft for a very long time, and spend most of my time here, so if you have any questions or are looking for something specific, please feel free to ask. I promise you, I likely need the distraction.

[And then, to wrap up:]

The library is on the first floor, room twenty four. Anything else, you know where to find me.

[And with that, Freya out.]

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Apr. 4th, 2018 12:56 am
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Open video

[Surprise! Seth is kind of sober. Maybe even totally sober.

Not that he doesn't look rode hard and hung up wet. No tie, the top two buttons on his shirt undone and no jacket in sight. The device is balanced on top of full clips he's been assembling, the corner of which is visible if one knows what they're looking at.

Same with the military rations piled on the table next to the couch he's sitting on. Someone's a paranoid bastard who's been planning.]


So... am I the only one wondering who set the Queen of Hearts up for this declaration of war thing? I mean, her lack of sanity is pretty common knowledge so it wasn't that hard, but why does it feel like... I don't know. Buttons pushed and not just her snapping radomly.

Knowing who doesn't change she's planning something, but if someone really did set her up for this, they may not be done.

If they exist.

Or isn't just me overthinking things. Sobriety is overrated and I think too much. And yeah, I get it. I sound paranoid. I get that, but still.

[Someone's had some long hours of thought to contribute to those dark bags under his eyes.]

Private text to Chloe

You busy? Something I want to run by you.

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Apr. 1st, 2018 05:30 pm
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 [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!]]

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Apr. 1st, 2018 12:01 pm
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[ Claire is sitting at her desk in the clinic and clears her throat as the video comes up. ]

Good afternoon. I realize there have been quite a few concerns regarding the announcement of war, but unless I've simply missed it, I haven't seen anything specifically regarding triage. We don't know what sort of battle this may be, and perhaps it won't be needed. That's just it though, we don't know, and personally, I would rather be prepared.

As for my credentials, I've been a war medic. I've seen my share of fighting, and I have a medical degree, I'm a surgeon. What I would like is for those who can heal to be people I can count on. Since the last time I've requested this, individuals have come and gone, I'd like to be sure of our assets if you're willing. If not, there's no reason to feel you must.

I can train those of you who might like to learn basic first aid, I'll be in the clinic, and I'll be available here as well if you'd like to have a conversation via the device. Thank you for your time.
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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. ]
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[ After talking to Jacinda, Henry sends a mass text to everyone in his family. This? Is a magical emergency. ]

Jacinda is here.

Ella. Cinderella.

Look, just...don't tell her about curses or whatever. Hook, Regina, she's gonna know you but please don't tell her we're married. Not yet. Please don't ask her 100 questions. I need to figure this out. I mean, don't lie to her just don't dump curses and magic on her. Come up with something like face twins, idk. DON'T TELL HER I'M LUCY'S DAD.


[ Panicking. HE'S PANICKING. ]
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[Emma has had some time to get used to Wonderland at this point, but it's a more significant change that has her shooting a message to the network today. Having her memories back recolors her first two months in this place, and even though her manners still aren't the greatest, she cringes at the memory of how many people she'd hung up on or turned away on that first day here.

Granted, she had been a panicked mother separated from her son in a situation that had been impossible for her to wrap her head around at the time— but she knows that people had been trying to help. She appreciates that, now that she's herself again.]


This is a little overdue, but I wanted to apologize for the way I acted when I first showed up a little while back. I was panicked, and freaked out, like anyone else would be, but I remember that there were people who tried to tell me that I'd been here before. At the time, I wasn't myself. I couldn't remember who I really was. I don't remember my previous stay in Wonderland, but I remember everything else. Magic, Storybrooke, all of it.

That won't mean a lot to all of you, but I know it will ring a bell for some. If you tried to help me on that first day and I shut you down or hung up on you, then I'm sorry. I wasn't able to appreciate it then, but I do now.

I do have a request. If there's anyone here who does remember me from Wonderland, even just a little bit of when I was here before, I'd like to fill in a few of the blanks, if I can. Every little bit helps.

Thanks.

- Emma Swan

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Feb. 19th, 2018 09:34 pm
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Ah, hello again, Wonderland. Did you miss me?

[Lucifer seems awfully chipper despite his rather ragged current appearance. There's a wide smile across his face, but his lips and cheeks are ravaged by what appears to be burns from the sun. Similar patches cover his shoulders and chest, which are bare despite the temperature outside. Though he still wears a pair of slacks, his shoes also seem to be missing.

If he's cold, he's hiding that fact relatively well. If someone were to look closely at the pattern of burns across his skin, they'd also notice that they're healing relatively rapidly.]


Of course, you did. As if there were any doubt.

[He starts trudging toward the mansion at a slow pace, though whether it's because he's feeling any pain, freezing, or simply not in a hurry is anyone's guess.]

I do hope everything is still where I left it. [He lifts a brow.] That means you too, Detective. And the bloody dog.
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[The voice that finds the network belongs to a teen boy and sounds to be in pretty rough shape, like he's hoarse from screaming. (Spoilers: that is exactly what Jason has been doing in his room since he regained consciousness.) But he's found the comm device, so there's a very important question that needs to be asked.]

Is this ... is this Hell?

[He remembers dying, so. That would make sense. Also, the dinosaurs thing? Is kinda weird.]
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How do I get this cursed thing to work...

[Killian Jones could boast about being the master of many things... sailing the high seas, outrunning storms, surviving... but there was one thing that still always got the better of him, no matter how privy he was to the world's workings: modern day technology. He's watched the others use their talking phones many times but this is the first time he's ever been given one...

His brows scrunch until his entire expression shifts into a deep frown and his face is right up close to the camera as he tries to fiddle with the buttons. After some frustrated fidgeting, he leans back and stares at himself, taking a moment to admire the image playing back at him before he notices at last that it is, indeed, already recording. It's not hard to tell from the background that he's found himself a place to sit in a library.]


Ah. I believe the light means that it's working. [He would crack a crooked smile if it weren't for the fact that he's found himself in another land without many answers. Instead, his expression grows grim and he jabs his hook in the phone's direction, like he's trying to show it off.] You know, I've never been fond of Wonderland so I'm not entirely sure why the time portal's given me this as my final destination. I was under the impression that portals take you to the place you were last thinking of and I assure you, this was not it.

[There's a pause, and then:]

Swan, I'm not certain you'll get this but if you're out there, just know... I will find you. I promise you that. I know you're more than capable of taking care of yourself but Wonderland's a dangerous place.

[Even though this Wonderland is very, very different from the one he remembers. Which reminds him... He leans forward and reaches for the phone.]

Cora, if you are, by some manner of dark magic, still alive and listening... I'm not in the mood for such games, so if you would kindly—

[There's a beep and the video abruptly ends there.]
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action;

[ At the town line, as yet another curse threatens to engulf every occupant of Storybrooke, Snow clings to her daughter and grandson, knowing that sending them away is the only way to ensure Henry will be safe. We will always find you feels so hollow to say when they don't know. Will she ever see her daughter or grandson again? There's literally no time to prepare for this and she's forced to step back and watch her daughter go.

Clinging to David as purple haze begins to filter into her peripheral vision, there's no time for crying in case she blurs her vision and misses her daughter driving away. Watching the little yellow car disappear she sees Henry turn and look out of the window and it's then that Snow knows she would do anything, fight any creature and break any curse to get her family back. When the cloud of the curse finally overwhelms them, her eyes close tightly, feeling her husband's arms tighten around her. And then the feeling fades, she feels empty and alone, and her eyes open slowly.

This is not the Enchanted Forest and she is, in fact, alone. Outside of a mansion, Snow isn't sure what to make of where she wound up, but she marches determinedly toward the building. If her family is there, she'll find them. In the meantime, feel free to intercept one very determined woman. ]


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[ Snow begins a video message on her device to reveal she's in a tea room, and she smiles pleasantly, if not a bit tightly. But there will be no threatening the general population, isn't that a nice change of pace? ]

So, this is Wonderland. It's a bit less...red hearts and edible drugs than I thought it would be? Not that I'm looking for that, just, well. I'm sure enough of you have read the story to know what I mean.

[ Snow's never taken an illegal substance in her life, thank you very much. ]

The thing is, this isn't where I thought I was going. Magic was taking me somewhere but not here. But I thought, maybe, other people from home wound up redirected as well and this seemed like the fastest way to check. If anyone knows David Nolan or Regina Mills, I would very much appreciate being pointed in their direction.

[ She assumes only people who were swept up in the curse would have been flung somewhere unexpected. But then she figures it can't hurt anything more to ask about her daughter and grandson. ]

Emma? Henry? Are you here? Is anyone from home here?

[ Please let someone be here. Worry pits in her stomach, because if this isn't a place with portals, she has no idea how she'll ever get home, wherever that may be right now. ]

If someone could let me know whether you've seen them or even heard of them, I would be so grateful. My name is Snow, by the way, but I think you can see that on your device? I'm still learning.

[ She ends the video broadcast then, but stares intently at the device, waiting on any word. ]
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it's a real bad day to be the white rabbit, ain't it?
or from the looks of things. . a bad last few years.
aside from shoddy pamphlets, what other useful bits of information float around these parts?
I don't have the patience for this shit, and I've got a lot of spare C4.
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[Emma has read what information has been made available, she’s walked the grounds and the corridors of some of the mansion’s ground floor, and she’s combed through what public postings she could find to look through on the device she’d found in the pocket opposite of where she kept her own phone. She’s been digging for evidence since she got here, but what she’s found?

She’s not buying it. The message that comes through is voice only, not wanting to reveal her face or her exact location right away-- though she’s pretty damn sure that whoever’s responsible for this is watching her and has a good idea of where she is, if not who.]


Look. I know someone is out there listening.

[She doesn’t know exactly who, but someone.]

This game of yours? I’m not interested. I don’t know how you got me here, or how you set all this up. Maybe it’s some messed-up alternate reality game, but I didn’t opt in for any of this. I don’t care how elaborate it is, or how much work went into it-- my kid is at home waiting for me, and I am not screwing around.

[Her tone is hard, angry rather than anxious, determination winning out over uncertainty.]

‘Wonderland.’ Cute, but I’m not impressed. All I want is for you to point me towards the exit. You can do me a solid and we can do this the easy way-- or we can do it the hard way. Trust me, whatever weird stuff you might be into, I can promise you won’t be happy if we go that route.

[She stays on the line, just to wait for any kind of possible response-- but she doesn’t really know what to expect. This entire thing has her out of her depth, even if she’s not willing to admit it.]
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[Somebody with actual expertise in these matters should probably say something, so Regina puts yelling at Henry on pause to grab her device and make a hurried broadcast.]

Everything Henry said about the Sleeping Curse is true, especially the part about True Love's Kiss. It's the most powerful magic in our world, and it can break almost any curse.

[Well, it can break any curse but as usual, there's loopholes galore sometimes.]

As for the curse itself, it won't cause any harm on its own but... I don't know if it will work the same here, but there's a chance there might be an epidemic of nightmares after this. It traps a person's soul in the Netherworld where they're forced to endlessly dream about their own regrets, and for some time after being woken up, they can experience nightmares of being trapped back there again.

They'll fade with time, but until then, there isn't much to be done.

[Especially since the only amulet that can afford a person a measure of control is back in Storybrooke.]

And don't worry, I'll be making sure this never happens again.
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under the cut: bruce/henry. post cut: network post. )

[Well, he’s going to be grounded for the rest of his natural life. Convenient that none of his family will fall under the curse because they’re all immune. After thinking about it, all he can do is address Wonderland en masse.]

Uh. Hi. So. You guys may have...noticed people falling asleep and some purple smoke?

[Deep breath.]

It’s called a sleeping curse. And it’s from my world. It’s not supposed to go through the air like this though. It’s like the curse from Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, if you have those in your world. Poison apple, prick of a spindle or a needle...

...The only way to wake someone up
[and BOY IS HE SORRY ABOUT THIS] is true love’s kiss. But that doesn’t have to mean a romantic person. It can be a spouse or significant other but it can also be a sibling, parent, best friend. If you love that person, it should work. Otherwise...they’re just asleep. That’s all.

[And he has no idea how to wake them up.]

I think since we are in Wonderland and it only likes things to be temporary, the whole thing will end in at most a couple days. And if not I’ll work with everyone I can here to make it better. I’m...I’m really sorry? I was just trying to show one person how magic and science work together.

[Bruce chimes in with some more practical suggestions, not ignoring Henry’s apology but not addressing it yet either.]

If you find anyone lying around in strange and random places, it might be for the best to get them somewhere safe. Either their own bedroom, or we can make use of one of the empty rooms here for everyone. It might be better to have someplace where it’s easier to keep an eye on everyone, especially if it takes any longer than a day or two for this to pass.

In the meantime, I’ll be looking into a way to fix this.
[A way that’s not a kiss, anyway.] Any scientists and magic users are more than welcome. We could use the help, I think.

[ooc: feel free to have people react to either Bruce or Henry on the network post, action tag them in the lab, and of course, use this post as gathering for all your rping needs! The lab portion with Bruce and Henry was not broadcast to the mansion. You're more than welcome to create your own posts. For more info on this plot, including the duration, see this post. blue - henry, green - bruce.]
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[ If there's anything on Sam's mind about people who may or may not have disappeared from Wonderland recently, he doesn't say it. In fact, he looks and sounds like a person who is trying very hard to stay busy, to keep his mind occupied in the midst of something else. Hence: ]

So, I realized recently that we've got a problem. People here get excited about the closets - "cool, I can get a... damn miniature unicorn out of them" - but I think we can get a little irresponsible about it. If you're pulling living things out of the closets, then they're your responsibility. Don't dream up a hundred and one dalmatians if you've never taken care of anything before.

[ God knows these people can barely take care of themselves most of the time (Sam himself included). ]

That's not even getting into whether or not they're really... real; this isn't a discussion about the actual animal status of Wonderland animals. [ He pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling a little headache coming on. ] What I'm trying to say is that you get a few pets, fine, and then... one day, you might leave for good. Then, we've still got Fido here without an owner. I'm planning on setting up something in the basement that can help with the animals that're left behind. Maybe just like a doggie daycare sort of thing. I can't be there all the time, so... if anyone else is interested, maybe we could set up shifts, figure out what we've got, here.

[ There's a thoughtful pause. ]

If there's something a little more dangerous than dogs and cats, we'll deal with that, too. For now, just let me know if you want to get involved, or if you've got someone's pet with you that you inherited and can't really take care of. We can't forget about those guys.

[ Whether he means the abandoned animals or their vanished owners is unclear as he ends the feed. ]
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[Elizabeth looks far more comfortable addressing the network than at her arrival just a few short months ago. She's sat in her room, the ornate belle époque furnishings visible in the background, and music crackling away on the gramophone; a song that may sound odd in its arrangement to those familiar with it. She offers a friendly smile and waves hello before she speaks.]

I realised the other day just the sheer amount of books and moving pictures I have to catch up on, given that most people here from a version of Earth are so far ahead in time from me. And that's not to mention culture from completely different worlds, too! I'm at a bit of a loss where to start. Max said I should watch animation by Disney, but does anyone else have other recommendations? I think I'm going to make a list.

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Jun. 18th, 2016 06:09 pm
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After a conversation a short while ago, I find myself wondering if anyone has ever made any attempt to organise a group of people willing to teach other capable individuals their combat skills.

[He had thought about simply doing it himself - he knows he can, but he will get nowhere by stepping on toes.]

If they haven't, then I'd like to begin. It won't be something suitable for everyone, but it should be available to everyone, should they want and be able to engage in it.
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[ It's like 9pm on a Friday and to say Chuck is 'drunk' is a vast understatement.

But Aussie's are built tough, so when he comes on the network, he's not even slurring. ]


Right, 's been a while, kids. We're gonna play a game. Ever hear of word association? I say a word, you say the first thing that comes to mind in association with that word.

I'll start.

Blood.

(( ooc; chuck's drunk and bored. come at him with words, feel free to threadjack if other players are okay with it, or just bounce back and forth with Chuck. ))
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So, hey, Jack here.

[The video shows the man with the mismatched eyes framed neatly in a large room. It looks more like an office than a bedroom, but the wall behind him seems to be almost entirely taken up by a large window that overlooks Wonderland. He's sitting in an overly large yellow chair, looking into the camera of his device with his fingers laced together and propped under his chin.]

In light of recent weirdness, I was curious about something: So do any of you scrubs actually keep in touch regularly with your doppelgänger? Like, the usual morning 'Sup' scrolled on the mirror and the evening, 'How was your wonder-tastic day?' type dealio? 'Cause honestly? Mine's loonier than a Scav on Mercenary day after he's had a few, [He mimes knocking back a few drinks with his hand.] and that's saying something in comparison to the people I've met on Elpis.

I mean, the guy can just watch me do whatever I do through any mirrored surface and that's just normal? Any of you feel a little self conscious when you're jacking off or something? Maybe there's a deranged dead ringer on the other side watching you get your rocks off. It's weird, right? Point is, wow, am I the only one interested in this?

[Video]

Jun. 15th, 2016 12:30 am
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Dear Wonderland.

[She says it like she's starting a letter. To all of you Wonderland girls and guys! She's obviously in her room, the wall of pasted-on Polaroid photos behind her, with softly lit lanterns hanging across the surface on thin wires. It's late at night- or rather, it's the wee hours of the morning. Max has no idea how much the old midnight gang of insomniacs still prowls around the network. She used to be pretty active at this time- not so much anymore.]

This is gonna sound kinda weird, but I swear I'm not off my rocker. Maybe groggy and craving for food, but not crazy.

[ Come on Max, stop embarrassing yourself on the network!]

I was just thinking that I would've graduated by now, since it's June. I'd probably be scrambling to find some sort of arts college that I can afford or that I can even get into. [Or not. Spending a year traveling and taking photos sounds great, too, but college seems pretty important.] And it sucks that I don't have school here.

But... obviously a lot of things suck about Wonderland. Nutso mirrors, certain newbies showing up, all kinds of scary mystery type stuff, nasty events. I mean, sometimes it's... just shit. [Like the past few days, for a lot of people. The network's been full of downers. Her brow furrows as she looks to the side, and her mouth curves into a slight frown.] And I'm sure some of us are bringing in a ton of messed up baggage from back home, too.

[She holds up a stack of instant photos, maybe seven or eight. She angles the stack sideways, so only the sides can be seen by the camera. The girl's still a little too shy to show the actual images.] But see this? Each one's a photo of a... a friend I've made here. People I could actually hang out with. [She waves the little stack at the screen, preparing herself for this next admission.] That's more friends than I had- have in my school.

So yeah, Wonderland totally bombs sometimes. But there's some pretty good stuff going on, too. And I know this is gonna be really hard right now, but I want to hear it- what's something you're super grateful for? Something you might never have had if you hadn't fallen down the rabbit hole? [She tries to make it sound like it's fun challenge, smiling timidly at the screen.] Cuz I'm sure you could name at least three things.

[[OOC: After the post, she leaves her room to roam around the mansion, phone light in hand. Feel free to bump into her wherever! Also, she'll be replying to all responses, even the ones after sunrise.]]
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Greetings denizens of Wonderland!

[Bubblegum looks excited today. She has a lab coat on over her pink dress, her hair piled into a bun and out of the way.]

I have made some rather alarming discoveries, and I thought I would share them with you.

[She fiddles with a remote and the picture is replaced with an image, her face shrinking to a smaller box in the corner.]

For those of you from less scientifically advanced worlds, this is a PET scan. It shows activity in the brain. As you can see, I've marked off several areas of note. This subject made an excellent example, as they have experienced unrelated amnesia as well as Wonderland memory loss. You see in "Area A," there's a darker smudge? That is what I'd expect memory loss to look like. This subject's memories have been manipulated rather extensively, so it isn't surprising that the data would be a little... fuzzy.

But the areas marked "B" and "C".... when I first noticed those I thought there might be something wrong with my equipment, but after discussion with the subject and testing my equipment further, I am forced to conclude that my reading is correct.

My subject has lost two memories from the so-called "Wonderland Events" and traded one away to the vendors. She has three dots where there is simply... no data, two smaller, one larger. This should not be possible. It certainly is alarming. Nothing should be able to remove data so thoroughly. Nothing. But if my hypothesis is correct, Wonderland is doing just that.

[She touches her control again, sending the brain scan away, her own image now taking up the entire screen. She smiles sunnily.]

Anyway, I'm happy to share my full report with anyone interested. I'd also welcome anyone willing to volunteer as a subject. The more data we have, the more substantial a theory I can build.

Thank you for your time. I will take any and all questions you may have now.

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Apr. 26th, 2016 02:50 pm
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Hey, Wonderland. Henry Mills here. And I wanted to keep a running tally of all the monsters or villains that you know of from your world that could come here. And then note whether or not they have been here.

I'll need people's help since I've only been here a year and a half, and I'm not sure what was here before me. So, I'll go start:

  • Ice queens (but only evil ones) - One named Ingrid was here but left.
  • Dark One (any form)
  • Ogres
  • Peter Pan - he was here and left a while ago
  • Curses (any type, usually there are a lot of clouds that build up before hand)
  • Poison apples/spindles/pointy things
  • Dragons (but not all of them are bad so you have to be careful)
  • Cruella de Vil
  • Zelena (she's here. Hi, Zelena. Sorry you're on this list.)
  • Flying monkeys (but they're actually people so...I'm not sure what to do about that?)
  • King Arthur
  • Trolls
  • Mermaids (but NOT Ariel.)


  • There's probably more, anyone from home can add to this. But yeah, it just might be good to know what to be aware of?

    video;

    Apr. 5th, 2016 11:11 pm
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    Alright, how many of us got roped into taking care of a cat?

    [Us, because there's a sweet little kitten climbing up her arm. Black fur, bright eyes, and an obvious talent for clinging to her new owner. The cat seemed familiar in a way Emma couldn't walk away from. Maybe it was because she needed a home, maybe it was because she's clearly a troublemaker covered in fluff.

    Only time will tell whether or not it was a good idea. She's still wondering how Henry's dog will respond to her, and whether or not this is going to be the disaster Emma thinks it could be.

    The sad eyes got to her; the truth is, they work every time.]


    And what did you name it?

    Entry #4

    Apr. 4th, 2016 10:08 am
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    [Oh god. Oh god. The horror's coiled tight in his chest, flat and sick and heavy, his mouth powder-dry as he rolls over and scrambles to his feet. That's another death down, Kralie. Burning through them awful quick, aren't you?

    Burning - oh jesus christ. And it's the fourth on top of it. He died on what, the second, and now it's the fucking fourth. Perfect.

    He needs to try and set this right, as much as he can. And not by fucking dismembering anyone who's been even vaguely friendly to him. He punches out his message with trembling fingers.]


    hell of an event.

    [God no, that just sounds so damned casual. Shit shit shit shit.]

    well sorry for freaking people out. wasn't in my right mind. i don't think anyone was so

    [Pause. This is grief. This is what grief feels like.]

    today's april 4th.

    it's my birthday.


    [Happy birthday, Alex. You almost killed the only person you can call your friend here, and then you died because of it. And you know what? You deserved it.]

    [text - private to Max]

    I guess sorry doesn't really cover it. I know I messed up. A lot.

    Please tell me you didn't die.


    [text - private to Evelyn]

    I know what you did. Don't worry about it.
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    [action]

    [From the Korcari Wilds to the gilded corridors of Orlesian palaces to the mysterious hallways of this very mansion, observation has been key. There are few betters ways for Morrigan to learn, and learn she must.

    As a black cat with watchful golden eyes, she spends an entire afternoon studying anyone who uses the network in the mansion's more public areas, particularly the gardens, the dining room, and the library. Those who seem to be moving from one place to another with a very specific destination in mind also earn her attention. The cat shows no fear, moving in close when the need arises, but attempts to touch her are met with evasive maneuvers.]



    [voice]

    [Later, in the evening, she resorts to privately using the network herself, her observation paying off to some small degree. Without introduction or pointless small talk, she launches directly into what currently weighs on her mind.]

    I am led to believe that leaving this place by choice is unlikely. I would speak to anyone who has attempted it. Or perhaps those who know someone who has disappeared. Is there a pattern that has been pieced together?


    (ooc: I'll be pretty steady with tags this afternoon/tonight but then I'll be unusually slow for about a week. If that's okay with you, tag away!)

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