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[When the feed clicks on, at first all it shows is a view of Regina and Robin's room; it's tidy, but there's touches of both of them visible and a large chemistry set in the background. Soon, the device is jostled as someone picks it up and Regina comes into view. For once, she doesn't look like her entire world is awful forever, instead, she looks remarkably happy.]

Wonderland. [That's it. That's your greeting.] Recent developments, both here and at home, have reminded me of the pressing need to figure out a solution to our little memory problem.

[Unfortunately, her own missing memories are back home trapped in a dreamcatcher...]

So, if you come from a land with magic, I'd like to talk to you.

[Regina reaches down to turn off the device, before she stops. Her smile warms again before she speaks.]

Before I go, I want to let everybody know that there'll be another wedding in the near future. Robin Hood and I are getting married.

[So everybody can expect another giant party. The feed clicks off after that.]

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Jan. 24th, 2016 09:55 pm
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I recently departed Wonderland and then returned. [ Which has happened to many people, he knows, and it's not the first time it happened to him. ] Shortly before returning here to Wonderland, I seem to have had a few adventures I can't recall. I was curious how many others here have ever been afflicted by frequent bouts of amnesia? Outside of Wonderland, that is. [ Is this just a thing they're all fated to deal with constantly just because they live in Storybrooke? ]

It's disconcerting, to say the least.

[ And he's been separated from his son again. He's so grateful to have had the chance to see him again after so long, but it makes the ache for him that much stronger. So he switches gears.] In my return home, I had the good fortune to see my son again. I miss him terribly. I wondered as well if many of you have children you've been separated from? [ At the very least, it can help to commiserate with others sometimes. ]
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[If you haven't finished the game, spoilers below! Updates: After meeting with Alex, Max is in the Mansion poking around now. Feel free to meet her there exploring!]

[Action]

Max woke up in the forest at night. The first sensation that hit her was the cold- the sudden jump from fall to winter was jarring, and she wasn't dressed for the season or the snow. She slowly came to her feet. The realization that she wasn't in the right place came even slower- as did the rising fear, panic. This wasn't right. She'd been at school, she'd been sleeping...

What? At first it was hard to think, but once she started she couldn't stop. Where am I? What is this? The last time she'd woken up in a strange forest some crazy shit went down. Snow? No, no... Not again! I fixed it! We fixed it! She actually put a hand to her mouth, as thought it would help stifle the panic or hold down the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Hello?" She shouted, the call ringing through the trees, fearful and desperate. "Is anyone out there?" In the distance she could see lights- a building, something. She began to walk towards it, arms wrapped around herself against the cold.

Eventually she made it out of the forest, and onto the Mansion grounds. The building looked warm and inviting, softly lit against the backdrop of a dark night sky- like a fairy tale. She walked warily towards it. All the while, she tried (and failed) to fight down the incessant thoughts that brought such fear- What did I do? Did I mess up again? And the one that she feared the most- What's gonna happen this time?

[OOC: Feel free to meet her in the forest, on the grounds, or even entering the Mansion.]

[Text]
[After an hour or two spent taking stock of her surroundings and her possessions, she sends a text.]

I hear I can use this to talk to everyone?

Hi there. Max to Wonderland.

I guess I'm joining your crazy fantasy vacation

Is there anyone out there who can give me a leg up? I just want to know what's going on.

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Jan. 1st, 2016 02:51 pm
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[Helena's dressed in leather (which seems to be a...Dark One fashion choice?), hair just as wild around her head but topped with a 2016 crown and wearing 2016 glasses when she appears on screen.]

According to the time keeping, it is a new year in Wonderland. But, to be honest...[She shrugs just a little.] Time does not matter here, so there is no real purpose. Still, I like to be hopeful. It is better than...being sad, gloomy gus.

[A large piece of chocolate cake appears in front of her and she takes a big bite, never minding her audience.]

So, I will ask you this question, all of you. [As she sprinkles more sugar on top of the frosting.]

What is your...how is it called...'New Year's Resolution?'
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That's one hell of a welcoming committee.

[So far, all Ewaymas has offered her is more of the same; another opportunity to run for her life, courtesy of a flesh-eating wendigo. Getting the lay of the land had been a good idea until that thing showed up while she was out in the forest. The result is a breathless savior talking through panted breaths. She might not know what's going on here, but she doesn't like it.

Then again, getting trapped in another realm is never really a pleasant experience for her, and she's done it a few of times now.]


I'm guessing all of you can see me.

[It's a shaky image; she's still moving, rushing around to avoid something she's already outrun. You might be able to catch her as she heads into the mansion, slowing her pace just enough to avoid a collision with anyone who she might run into now that she's indoors.]

My name is Emma Swan, and I'm from a town called Storybrooke. If that means anything to you, I need you to say something. [Honestly, she doesn't even know what the hell to hope for. She doesn't want her family involved in this. They spend more time falling through portals than they do safe at home. If she has to take this on by herself, she will.

All she needs now is confirmation; if they're where they're supposed to be, then this is about finding a way home. A portal, a magic bean, anything that gets her back to the moment she was pulled away from. ]
... If it doesn't, and you know a way out of here, that would help, too.


[ooc: Feel free to catch her wandering through the mansion if you want to see her in person.]
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Hello Wonderland.

[Oh look it's Zelena and she actually looks happy to be here. That's new. Her outfit looks new too, but that's only because she's bothered to put it on again to cause problems for a few people today.]

Sorry to disappoint anyone who thought I was gone for good, but I thought I'd sit back and let things play out for a while instead of announcing my return to everyone here. And I am rather disappointed, to tell you truth. Really, whatever I missed out on must've been rather distracting because to find out I don't even warrant some sort of ridiculous proclamation like that idiotic story you all seem so familiar with was a rather rude awakening.

[In other words, really? No ding dong the witch is dead or anything like that? And yes, she's quite aware that everything she's said is just opening the door for people to annoy her and tell her that yes, she's rather unimportant in the scheme of things. Which is still going to get on her nerves, but it's not important.]

Then again, for some of you, can't say it really surprises me. After all, there are far far worse places to be than Wonderland, aren't there?

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Oct. 6th, 2015 09:31 am
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[Michonne doesn't do this often. But two events in a row she was pretty terrible, so. It feels like the right thing to do, now. When the video starts she's just in her room, katana hanging on the wall behind her.]

It wasn't my fault, I know that, but to anyone I dragged in for brainwashing for HYDRA, I'm sorry. If I hurt you, just know that's not me.

[She pauses for a moment, looks down, and then back up.]

I was brainwashed, too. As for that curse? Nothing like that, no magic, happens in my world. So whatever the hell happened, sorry for that too.

[Except for the stuff with Zelena. She's not really sorry about that.]

So. Anyone who needs to say something, go ahead. Even if somethin' else is coming and we'll all be crazy again by next week. Two Wonderland gigs in a row of being a shitty person warranted some words. At least I think so.

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Oct. 4th, 2015 08:14 pm
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I have some... apologies to g-g-give out. They were a long time coming, but, well, Wonderland has always... N-No, I shouldn't blame it. This is my fault.

When we were suffering under that... s-s-sickness... that made the dead rise... I was infected, but I didn't tell anyone, because I was sure I could cure it. I told one person, but I made him promise not to tell. I won't say his name, it's the least I can do.

... I-I'm sorry that I became such a hazard.

I'm sorry that I made you keep the secret.

I'm sorry to the person who had to kill me.

I'm sorry that I was so useless... I'm sorry that I'm still useless. I'm sorry for being here. I'm sorry for bothering everyone this doesn't apply to. I'm sorry for bothering everyone in general. I'm so sorry...

... P-Please forgive me...
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My dad's gone. I think he'll be back. I guess.

If you know Neal Cassidy, he went...


[Home to die, probably. And the last interaction they'd ever had was under the curse that made his dad think he didn't love him.]

He just left.

Oh, and if you missed it my grandma...well, Belle, she left too. For good, though.

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Jul. 24th, 2015 02:21 pm
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[ Robin generally prefers spending his time outdoors, when the weather and circumstances allow for it, of course. The forest isn't always the most hospitable environment, but in an explicable and inescapable way, it will always be home, no matter where he happens to be. When he's doing target practice, though, he tends to keep to the gardens, especially if he's teaching others, as it's much safer that way. Unless he's hunting, and then he ventures further into the forest.

But though he's been teaching a few friends how to handle a bow, Robin's been considering making an offer to the network at large. The more prepared everyone is, the better. Given what's just happened with the rips, it seems more imperative now than ever. ]


I was wondering how many others here in Wonderland know how to wield a bow?

[ He's boasted to many people before that his arrow never misses its mark, and he's tempted to playfully declare that very same thing now, but he tempers himself, not wanting to put off anyone who doesn't know him and his penchant for cheekiness. He's not really cocky, just...confident. ]

If you're not familiar with using one, would you perhaps like to learn? I have years of practice, I'm quite skilled, and I'd enjoy the chance to help others who might want to learn, either for fun or in defense. Especially in Wonderland and given what's happened recently, one can never be too careful or prepared.

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Jul. 9th, 2015 07:20 am
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[Michonne's on the beach, and she's holding the camera out far enough on a wide shot that others can see.]

So. Dining room is now on the beach. Ambiance, I guess.
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[The video starts, portraying a woman who is dressed rather snappily, adorned in shades of grey. It is a lighter coloured blouse with a buttoned up charcoal vest over top of it. Each ear is adorned with an earring, and a hint of a chain of a necklace is visible peaking out from beneath the high collar. The hat, usually worn, is casually resting on one knee of her crossed legs. She seems at ease, her hands rest lightly on hat, although there is something in her eyes that speaks otherwise. Her hair is neatly tucked up in a coiffed style, looking proper and without a hair out of place.

Her expression seems almost bland when she finally speaks, although there is that slight drawl to her voice. It is a soothing tone with a sultriness to it, almost like one would expect a snake to sound like if it spoke...]


How wonderful. A free trip I never wanted, and to Wonderland to boot. Hardly my style though, and given my missing Looking Glass...

[There is a soft sigh as her head tilts slightly to the side.]

Forgive me for not giving my thanks, but I've never played at being nice. Tut tut though. Hasn't anyone heard that it is in poor taste to not offer an invitation? Not that I would have accepted, mind, but it is the thought that counts, no?

[Her voice says otherwise though.]

And it is ever so rude to start off on the wrong foot...
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to those who are knowledgeable of such, I would ask,

are all people born with the inclination towards magic?




[ to those who might be outside today, miss elphie is by the fountain, looking at the water. as she reaches a finger towards it, however, in a blink of an eye it freezes over, leaving solid ice where water once were. it'll turn back to water as soon as she moves her hand back.

curious, indeed. ]
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[Okay, Zelena might not exactly be everyone's friend and kept in the loop about things, but seeing as she lives on the same floor as a bunch of people, she gets used to their comings and goings. So that brings her to ask a very important question of Wonderland today.]

Don't suppose anyone's seen Mary Margaret lately?

[She's trying to keep her cool because this can't be what it looks like. It just can't be.]

Can't remember the last time I saw her. But with the whole...

[She really doesn't want to mention it, but she sort of has to.]

Puppet debacle I suppose I might have missed her.

[There. Wow. That was difficult to mention.]

Hard to tell who anyone was during that mess.

[Hopefully hard to tell though. Then again no one's brought up her um..being Miss Piggy since it ended, so she's hoping that won't be a thing going forward.]

But then again, I suppose if anything were amiss someone would've told me. I'm sure certain people wouldn't have missed the opportunity to tell me personally that she was gone.

[Because clearly telling her that someone is gone takes priority over being upset that someone is gone or anything like that. Or at least that's her opinion on the matter. And that's the logic shes using to assume that everything is okay and that her plans haven't been ruined for the time being.]
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About five months ago I asked about your worlds and how magic was involved. If you weren't here then we can get to that.

( It's all for science!! )

While it gave me something interesting to read it's only half of the story - or theory. Some worlds seem to run predominantly on magic, like here, but there are some worlds where magic doesn't appear to exist. I'm not going to get into a magic versus science debate but I would be interested in knowing the other side of the story.

And, as always, everything is private. Until there's results.
Where are you from?
When are you from?

Are you familiar with magic at home? (Not from stories)
    If yes, is magic a secret or public knowledge?
    If yes, does daily life use magic or science/technology more?


Were the kitchen appliances something you had seen before?
    If no, what would you have used instead?
    Do you consider the appliances advanced, common knowledge, or out-dated?


If someone were to contract an illness would your world be able to provide medicine/a vaccine, instantly cure them or other? (If other please explain)
Has science ever gone too far/wrong?
Obviously if you have other examples you can list them. It would be interesting to see how worlds are different even for people at the same time, and if anything did influence that change. Or if it could be useful here.

And if you did miss the last poll you can always fill that in too.
Where are you from?
When are you from?
Did you already know about:
    Magic?
    Supernatural creatures? ( e.g. nazi vampires )
    Other non-human things? ( e.g. gods )
    Portals?
    Resurrecting the dead?
    Reality altering?
    Alternate/pocket dimensions?

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arrivals are such disorienting things )
[After spending an hour in a room so comfortable it actually set her on edge, Peggy Carter finally decided to test the network after covering the only mirror in the room with her jacket. She'd managed to read up a little on where she was, but there were still many answers she lacked. The little device could only look back so far and that left her in the dark about too much. She knew this was some alternate world - as insane as that sounded - and that it was called Wonderland. She had no idea that the American company had adapted Carroll's works, but alright, that was apparently a thing? She also didn't know who Michael Phelps was, but she assumed he was famous in one world or another. Recently, there had apparently been two "events," a bunch of cartoonish puppets were talking like real people, someone had died, someone else ate people, and Peggy kept her gun squarely in her lap. She didn't delve far, but she read enough. A young girl had shown a puppet show and Peggy was fairly certain she was either drugged or in an insane asylum.

Whatever the truth turned out to be, for now she needed allies, people who could help fill in the blanks. It was time to see who here was of the "helpful" variety. As it seemed others were also in her position, and many were panicking, she chose a different approach. Panicking seemed to be normal, but in asylums, no one spoke to the unstable ones. Her tone was sardonic as she addressed the network.
]

This will be the second time within a few weeks I've found myself homeless. It seems I'm making a rather disappointing habit of it despite my better intentions.

Now, do we simply choose any of the open rooms here, or is there somewhere I report for an assignment?

[She paused for a moment, looking at the irritating little pamphlet.]

And one more thing, by your reckoning, what year is it?
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[Michonne's been in Wonderland for at least ten minutes. She's dirty, probably smells as bad as she looks, but she can't even register that right now. She just watched someone she cares about, someone in her family take a bullet to the head, watched as her body was laid down to be wrapped in a sheet, and the next thing Michonne knows, she's here. The device that was suddenly in her pocket is in her hand, and she has no idea that she's switched it on to video, her gaze focused but very intense. Her katana is on her back, a comforting weight, and for a few moments as she records she only stares, right into the camera as if the answers will appear. A loud sound distracts her, something from the woods making itself know, and she doesn't know what the hell it is, has never seen a titan before, but she understands now why the large building ahead looks prepped for a medieval fight.

Running and ducking, she tucks herself in tight against a wall before slipping in through a door, eyes wide with tightly controlled panic. It's only when she looks back down at the device that she notices it's been recording the entire time. With no idea who might be on the other end, she speaks, voice low.]


I don't know what the hell this is or what those things are, but this is bullshit.

[All she knows for now is that she doesn't trust this place. Not even a little bit.]

(ooc: find her in the mansion, or reply to her eloquent message.)
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[When the video starts, James is outside, bundled up in a plain black cloak and leaning against a tree. It's a little cold, but not unpleasantly so, but there's one big draw to making such a broadcast outside - privacy. He's out not so much because it's a pleasant winter day, but because he doesn't want to be accidentally overheard.

That's how much he's been fretting about this. There is exactly one person in all of Wonderland who shouldn't hear this post, and he feels like she's going to sneak up behind him at any moment. But, he has no idea how to go about any of this at all, and it shows.
]

Hullo, Wonderland. I, err. ...Need some advice. Romantic advice. An absolute shocker coming from me, I know.

[He tries to laugh at himself a little to remove some of the awkwardness, but it doesn't work very well.]

Any help at all would be greatly appreciated, I assure you. And if we could keep this between us, and not mention it to Lily, that would be fantastic as well. [He can't help smiling a little at mention of her, though he does peek off into the distance to make sure she's not coming.] I'd rather keep it a surprise, and that'll be hard to do if she knows about it. Thanks.

[With that, he shuts off the camera. He already feels a little better just having put the request out there.]
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[Henry had the dream just like everyone else did, and it scared him, but what scares him mostly is that he's having the other dream. The dream that he's stuck in the burning room, only this time there's no Aurora there. It's just fire and isolation and he wants his moms and dad or his grandparents. Anyone to come and get him out. He can't even control the flames this time, and he's been waking up alone, gasping and sweating and upset. There's a burn mark on his arm, but he can pretty much cover that with long sleeves. But he hasn't gone back to one of his parent's apartments because he's thirteen, not a kid, and he's too old for waking them up in the middle of the night because of bad dreams. He has people to check on though, and in the course of the morning, has discovered that Toothless is gone.

It figures. Make a friend, they disappear. Even if he was a dragon, Henry'd been able to talk to him and Toothless had understood, even if he couldn't talk back. So now Henry's checking to see, to be sure everyone he knows, even a little, is still around, starting with family. He makes a general video though, because who knows, maybe people have arrived from Storybrooke and he just isn't aware yet.]


I know everyone is still worried because of that dream. And it's probably some kind of really bad sign. What happened last time? I mean, the Jabberwocky is what people are saying, and it was here before. So...something happened.

[He's tired and rubs his face a little, but still makes an offer.]

I'm gonna be at the diner, if anyone wants to hang out and maybe talk about it.

[Private to the people helping him work on his book.]

Anybody need any help with anything? Not just about the book but...are you guys okay?
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Ok, I'll try and keep this short and sweet. There should have been a little gift outside your door in the form of chocolate with a nifty logo on it.

[A task that would have been ridiculously annoying if she hadn't had help in the form of one Percy Jackson.]

Since I've been here for like 6ish months, and it's clear I'm not going home any time soon - I figured I might as well do something semi-productive.

[No, this has absolutely nothing to do with her recent death - nope. Not at all.]

Coffee shop's open for business on the 1st floor. You can't miss it - it's right next to the training center so stop in and get your java fix sometime. Also, I guess if people want to help out, I def won't say no.

[It's not like it's a legit legit business with paperwork and things like paychecks. Makes things way less messy that way.]

One more thing before I forget - if I'm not around, I don't object to people doing their own thing as long as you don't burn it down or break everything and leave a mess in your wake. That happens and I'll find you and I will kick your butt. Don't think that I won't. Because I will.

[Or she'll call for back-up to do the butt kicking. DETAILS.]

I'll be here hanging out so stop in and say hi. We also have pie courtesy of Ned, so that's a thing. There's also non-caffeinated drinks like tea and decaf if caffeine isn't your thing.

Oh!If anybody's up for it, I'm totes looking for guinea pigs to test coffee things out on so just let me know if you're game.

[And with that that, she ends the feed and returns to setting up various colored coffee mugs behind the bar.]

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Oct. 7th, 2014 12:03 am
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[ The words that he dragged across his tongue just yesterday still sting, the goodbye throbbing where once her name rested safely, where the taste of her was like wine and burnt sunshine and home. Sitting in front of Regina, right there next to the fireplace where they'd had their picnic not long ago, he'd wanted nothing more than to simply reach out and take her hands in his, capture her lips in a kiss that could convey the truth he's trying so desperately to bury for the sake of honor.

He's doing the right thing, but he's hurting the woman he loves, so it hardly feels like the right thing at all. It feels very much like drowning slowly.

For a moment, he hopes that telling her his feelings for her are real, and that he loved Marian might be enough to convey where his heart truly lies; but to what end? It's selfish to give Regina any sort of hope at all, because he has to stay true to his vows. When he walks away from her, he's leaving his heart behind, right there in that room where they'd once been so happy, and only with his back to her does he allow the tears to fall.

When he wakes that the morning, he's in a room far away from Storybrooke, from Roland and Marian.

Wonderland.

Marian isn't here.

For a moment, a selfish thought takes hold of him again, and he contemplates rushing to Regina's room and kissing her as deeply as he'd truly wanted to kiss her in her office as he forced himself to let her go.

No.

He's a good man now. An honorable man.

Which means, of course, that he has to let her go again.

More than anything, he needs people; friends, and...anyone, to distract himself from the crushing weight bearing down on his heart. But he needs to talk to Regina first, and he has no idea how long he's been gone. ]


Private for Regina )

[ There are so many people he wants to see right now, and he'll connect with them, or they'll get to him first. But after speaking with Regina, he decides to broadcast to the network at large. ]

I was wondering who else out there had been sent home and then returned to Wonderland? I'm separated from my son again, and I miss him terribly, but I have this fleeting sense of relief at the moment. It's sure to pass by tomorrow, and it must make me sound a bit mad.

Perhaps you've felt the same before, though, that being here is an escape from the troubles we've left behind?

[ He's just...never been relieved to be here before. And even though Regina is here, and everything is still terribly wrong, he has the benefit of being able to truly think about everything that's happened. ]
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Regina )

Emma )

Robin )

[Henry's sent three messages, all from the empty room that is his, but that he doesn't live in. He still has it, and there are comic books and other things here, but right now, he's sitting against the wall in the living room, elbows on his knees. He's glad, really glad, that Neal is in Wonderland. But at the same time it makes him...something else. Angry or sad, or...he isn't sure what. Because he gets him now and then when he leaves, or Henry eventually leaves, he's going to forget it all. He'll forget he ever had this, had time with him, and it's angry. He's really angry, and his vision blurs as he just waits for someone to respond, head dropping back against the wall with a soft thud.]
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[It doesn't take Neal long to figure out something's up. The Enchanted Forest has some pretty nice places, libraries included, but cell phones? Yeah, they haven't quite gotten there yet. He doesn't use it right away; he's learned a lot about surviving and adapting. Putting his face over an open network to whoever the hell is out there definitely doesn't count as a smart idea. Something clearly must have gone wrong with the spell, and while he doesn't have a chance to figure out the mechanics of that, he's at least got to get a grasp on whatever he can.

Funny how it happens though. Sooner than he would have guessed, the people of Wonderland get to see another new face, wearing the typical look of confusion that marks the just arrived. At least he knows how to use the phone he found; no serious close ups, no fiddling with buttons or throwing it against a wall in fear when it talks.

That counts for something, right?]


You know, you'd think I'd be used to this whole travel between realms thing by now. [Given that it's only been a huge part of his life and everything. But Neal doesn't exactly look comfortable on camera. Who would be, under the circumstances? He frowns down at something in his hands before shifting the phone to show it. Turns out to be the Welcome to Wonderland brochure.] Gotta say though, this is the first time one's come with a welcome packet. Just how reliable is this thing anyway? Because I'm not supposed to be in Wonderland—which yeah, I get everyone probably says that, but I'm not.

[And everyone probably has their own reasons for saying as much. He gets that too, but that doesn't stop him from pleading his case anyway. He sighs softly, trying to figure out what to say, or how many things are safe to reveal. The more he thinks over the mess, the more complicated it gets. In its own way, that makes the choice easier.]

The hell with it.

Look, is Snow White or Prince Charming here? [That probably sounds stupid, except it's totally not. Neal sounds entirely sincere when he starts asking about fairytale characters.] Maybe they're going by David and Mary Margaret. Or Belle or Regina or—hell, anyone from the Enchanted Forest. That's where we were supposed to end up, not down the rabbit hole.

[Except it's not any of them he's really worried about. Yeah, he knows what the brochure says, and it's probably true. It'd be pretty dumb to leave something like that just lying around if it's fake. Still, it's hard to accept when the moment he's drawn from is in fact the moment when he'd been trying to travel to a different realm. Who knows what could have gone wrong with the curse, especially with everyone who mucked with it.

So he has to ask. And part of him has to hope. Can't help it, really. But it's really complicated, since things were supposed to happen to them too. They were supposed to forget, which means that for Emma, Neal is just the deadbeat who abandoned her.]


Emma; Henry? If either of you are out there, and you remember, or you don't, just—say something, okay? Even if you just want to yell at me. I promise I'll explain, but right now I just want to make sure you're both all right.

[He's asked after a lot of people, and Neal's fully aware that none of them might be there. He almost wants to apologize to everyone else. Almost. But if anyone else has family they care for, he probably doesn't need to.]

I guess if someone's out there who knows any of them, I'd appreciate hearing from you too. It's important, and if I can't get back to them--[Nope. He can't think like that. Neal swore he'd find them, and he refuses to start going back on his promises now.]

I just need to know if they're okay. So if you can help with that, then thanks.

[The feed cuts out then, but Neal's still paying attention, just in case. He also starts to wander around a bit. Even if he's got a better idea (and that's a huge assumption, for the record), his earlier thoughts still hold true. It's not the golden rule or anything, but Neal knows to never get into a place he doesn't know the way out of. Now that he's apparently been dumped into one, it's all the more important to figure out as much as he can.]



{ooc: action or text is fine! :) assume he starts off his the library and then ends up wandering. almost anywhere is free game.}
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[She's always excelled at keeping to herself, not letting anyone in. It's been how many months since she arrived here? And still, she can count the number of people she actually trusts on one hand. Finnick and Haymitch. Anyone else? Anyone else, she's still excels at keeping at arms length. It's better that way, she tells herself. Better for them, better for her. She's not someone worth befriending.

Because, in the end, she still can't break the feeling that all she does is get those she cares for hurt. For once in her life, she's doing her best not to be selfish. She doesn't need friends to survive this place. With Haymitch's stores, her ability with a bow, and Finnick's with a trident, they'll have all the food needed. They'll be able to protect each other when the game played here finally comes to a head. She has her allies. She doesn't need any other.

But it is a lonely life. And coming down from the high of actually being able to hunt large game the past few days, the loneliness only seems more amplified.

It's why she actually sits on the front steps of the mansion, staring at the phone device in her hands. Her quiver rests on the step behind her and her bow rests against her right side. A measly squirrel sits in front of her. Today's hunt had been one of the worst since arriving here. She hasn't been this empty handed in a while. And whether she admits it or not, the lack of success is starting to eat at her.

She flips the phone over in her hands before finally turning it on. There's a second of hesitation before she finally asks:]


They can turn on you. Or disappear at any moment. So what's the point? Seeking out allies here? Why bother?
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[Natasha doesn't normally make open posts on the network and she's been fortunate so far in that the magic here hasn't decided to reveal her at inopportune or embarrassing moments for everyone else. Today she makes an exceptionhowever, opening a broadcast for the network in general. When the video starts, it reveals the redhead dressed in her typical sparring attire in a bright open room. Her manner is friendly and open because she's here for a reason today. Which should be apparent when the video pans out to show the expanded room behind her.

It's a mix between a gym and a training facility, something resembling the rooms that had been used back at SHIELD for the more extreme styles of training. There's no weight machines or treadmills here, but there are two large sparring rings off to one side, an aerialist set-up and high bars, a large climbing wall, and a row of waiting punching bags and training dummies. A simple running track rings the outside of the room and the entire area is lit by large windows on the far side of the room overlooking the lawn. The opposite side of the room holds a large obstacle course for training purposes. Behind it, the wall held a series of doors that led off to smaller rooms for private sessions, weapons training and a holographic simulator - the one room that was still in progress as Tony tinkered with it. The entire floor is one large mat, letting any space be potentially useful for whatever needs the users had. ]


Hello, Wonderland. I've heard a lot of discussion about this lately and about a week ago, some of us decided to do something about it. I know there's training and self-defense and weapons classes that happen at various times and places around here, but a few of us thought having one centralized location for these might be helpful. We had a facility similar to this back in our home and it was almost always in use.

This one will be here night or day and open to anyone who wants to come and learn or practice with others and if the existing lessons occurring would like an equipped place to hold them, we have private rooms set up along the side as well as this central one. We're also working on a room that can simulate battles and attackers in hologram form but we're still testing that out as our resident genius is still tinkering with the technology, so I apologize ahead of times if there's any bugs.

That said, you can find this room on the first floor in Rooms 20 and 22. I'll be here for most of the day to answer any questions or help out if you need it.

Also, on that note, I know I've offered this to a few people, but I suppose I should make it official. If anyone would be interested in learning self-defense or weapons skills, I have a wide variety of hand-to-hand knowledge and training in... well. A lot of things. I've been passing this on to some people, but I don't mind adding new students to people interested in learning, or even just testing themselves against someone, if you're in search of a sparring partner. I'm sure some of my fellow Avengers are also interested in doing the same, so you can let me know here or stop by.

I've found I have a lot of time on my hands here and I'd like to see about filling a bit better. [This is confessed with a bit of a rueful smile, because she's sure she's not the only one with this sentiment. She doesn't bother with goodbyes, but flicks off the feed after that, letting interested parties respond however they'd like.]

((OOC Note: Feel free to respond via video or stop by in person, Natasha will be chilling in the training area for a while to answer questions or set people up for lessons with whoever she knows of that might best benefit them. And don't be surprised to find random other Avengers wandering in and out as well.))
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[ time's a little off here. he's pretty sure that his birthday had been right around the corner back home, only to crash land in Wonderland and find himself ripped out of summer and thrown into spring. it circles back around until finally that day ( which is also his anniversary ) creeps up on him. he hasn't forgotten this year but that's really only because things are so much quieter here in comparison to camp, or Ancient Rome. he isn't rushing towards his very possible death at breakneck speed for once ( and let him tell you, that's strange ). the sun has barely risen but he's wide awake, eager and bright eyed, and probably the lightest that he's felt in days baggage wise.

yes, it has everything to do with the blue cupcake in front of him.

that's unusual too. that the cupcake has survived his growling stomach and the natural instinct to shove food ( in handfuls ) into his mouth. that's his duty as a teenage boy. as happy as he is, there are two things on his mind while he turns the cupcake in his hand wistfully. the first is the color blue and what it means to him and where that tradition originated. it's an awfully thoughtful face to be fixed on baked goods.
] Whenever I was with my mom when I was younger, she went out of her way to have something blue we could eat. Candy, pancakes, cupcakes, [ he holds it a little higher although this one isn't from his mom ] you name it and she probably found a way to make it blue. If you've never met my mom, then it sounds kind of silly. But I loved it. It was her way of proving she was still here and the world hadn't gotten to her, you know? Food can be blue. Anything's possible.

[ he doesn't want to ruin today by talking about his gross ex step-father, so that's out. no full story time for Wonderland. ]

Does anyone else have a tradition out there that's special to them? Mine happened as often as we could make it happen, but it could be something that happens every year, or every few months. [ he shrugs, generally curious, and briefly homesick. his heart aches. it shows in his eyes for the short span that he allows it and something thuds against the closet door, making him turn from where he's seated and glare at it. the noise stops. on the one hand, he should investigate and on the other, he's not entirely sure he isn't hearing things. so! next matter of business. ]

And I guess my other question is: what do you give someone that's already given you everything? [ like really. Annabeth's been with him through thick and thin, death scares, the end of the world, grisly fights in the sewers, holding up the sky, being lost in the labyrinth, traveling through a sea of monsters, halfway across the world just to find him again; she's taken a poisoned dagger for him, and yeah, maybe he chose mortality for her and snubbed the prospect of living forever. maybe he's gone above and beyond by choosing to fall into a place of "no return" with her, but he still doesn't think that's the end-all, be-all. Paris was cool, but he can't spring for something quite that romantic when he's trapped in Wonderland. ] I don't mean gifts and flowers. That's a part of it, but Annabeth means more than random gifts to me. I know I wouldn't be here talking to you today if it wasn't for her.

She's— [ there's that thud again. he narrows his eyes and gets up from where he's seated to go look into the noise. his hand slips into his pocket, ready to draw Riptide in pen form and uncap it. fear his wrath! what he isn't expecting is to open the closet door and to have a hoard of blue food descend upon him. he doesn't have time to get out of the way or leap for the bed and get to the door. it knocks him over. everything he mentioned and more. any kind of food that can have food coloring added to it is currently trying to drown the son of poseidon. he digs his way to the surface and comes up with frosting in his hair. this is what he gets for wishing to see his mother, isn't it? ] She's going to be so stoked that I flooded her room with enough food to feed an army of giants.

[ huffs. ]

Happy Anniversary, Annabeth.

[ ..wait is that pizza? ]
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[ Robin doesn't use his device too terribly often; not because he doesn't understand how to use it - he's caught on well by now - but he'd still much prefer to speak with someone in person, unless of course they really only need to ask something briefly of each other. It serves a purpose, he won't deny that.

And today, he's decided to step outside of his comfort zone and deviate from how he normally conducts himself, posing a few questions and observations to anyone who might be listening.

He's in the dining room at the moment, giving some thought as to what he wants to eat, and his face is rather perfectly centered as he speaks. ]


Before my arrival here in Wonderland, I had a brief stay in a small village by the name of Storybrooke. Everyone frequented Granny's diner, so I presume the food was extraordinary there, but I regretfully didn't have much time to sample it all.

[ He thinks for a moment, trying to remember some of the menu items: ]

I enjoyed the burger I was able to try, and the grilled cheese.

I was curious about something called buffalo wings. Does anyone know much about the buffalo? It must be rather small, based on its wing structure.

[ He's familiar with chickens, and the meat that comprises burgers, but buffalo is something new to him. ]

I've come to understand there's a particular type of food unique to diners, and while this place isn't a diner in the strictest sense, we can certainly acquire any of the food normally found there. I'm not sure what I should try. Any suggestions?
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[ If I look back, I am lost. If I look back-- ]

I have seen for myself that we are not returned so easily. [ Dany huffs impatiently, long silver hair rippling in the breeze of the gardens where she spends all her time. ] I have neither my khalasar nor the first of my Queensguard and thus I must ask if there are any skilled warriors among you who might tutor me in handling arms. I would merely ask for soldiers, but I am well aware that loyalties here are not as they are in Essos or the Seven Kingdoms. I would not believe for a moment that a guard is so easily created and held for a stranger.

I would like not only to learn to defend myself, but also to better understand the magics of this mansion. Its history, secrets, and-- [ She frowns pointedly at the device, eyes sharp and gaze distasteful, ] I must understand this... device. How it can be used to better suit our lives.

If you might assist me with either, I would be happy to discuss payment.
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[ Despite events and whatever else this place throws their way, Kíli looks, as he always does, cheerful. All the more so given the reason for this broadcast. ]

Hello, Wonderland! This is Kíli, and today I come with an announcement: I'm getting married!

[ Yes, you heard right. Because what this place obviously needs is a big wedding party for everyone to dance, eat and get drunk to their hearts' content. ]

We have no set date yet, but anytime would work. Still, we wanted to make a big celebration of it. A while ago I spoke with a Lord Robert about a tournament and I though we could do something of that sort as well, though only harmless competitions. Archery, sword fighting... anything anyone can think of, so feel free to share any ideas!

[ He nods excitedly at the camera. ]

Other than that, I would ask if anyone knows how to provide with those devices that make music by themselves. Either that, or any group of people who can join in for a band. It's not much of a party if there's no music, after all.

And lastly, I ask: how are weddings usually celebrated where you come from? What are the customs of your people? I'd love to hear them!

[ He bows deeply at the camera, then adds before ending the feed. ] Oh, and everyone will be invited, of course!

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