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May. 11th, 2018 04:55 pm
eatsyourscience: (mama didn't raise no fool)
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[Souji's sitting in the grass somewhere on the grounds. A fat gray dragon about the size of a schnauzer with very useless little wings is wandering around behind him. He's looking back at her before turning to the camera with a pensive expression.]

If this war turns out to be an actual war, what should we do about our pets?

[He figures they'll just have to be kept out of the way, but it worries him. He's had that dragon for over five years now, and she was a gift from someone important. He's sure everyone else with a pet feels the same way.]

Should we...I don't know, designate someone to look after them?

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May. 7th, 2018 10:08 pm
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{Open}

[For those that know Seth, he's looking much better than he has for months. Pulled together, all sharp creases and straight lines. There's no dark circles under his eyes and he doesn't seem to have a glass in front of him. At least for now.

He also looks bitterly amused.]


A guy goes out into the woods for one freaking week to try and get his head on straight and you all go nuts. Nice to see that much as some things change, everything else just remains the same.

With a week or so of sobering up and learning my paranoia apparently has jackshit to do with my diet of scotch and whiskey, I had a thought that came to me and if I have to live with these thoughts, so do the rest of you.

How do we know that everyone that vanishes goes home? I mean, what if some of those that are positive about serial killers and criminals in our midst... [Hello, pot? This is the kettle.] ... what if they're right and someone's bumping people off and we just assume they're being sent home like so many others?

After that thought, not sure if sobriety will pay off but we'll see how long it lasts.

{Locked to Chloe}

How are you?

{Locked to Maggie}

Where are you? Are you okay?
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[It's been two weeks now since her arrival. The device she’d eventually found on her person was almost exactly like the scroll she used back home, which made it easy enough to access the network and read through what it has to offer. She'd done her research before reaching out to anyone, reading through the pamphlets provided and even combing back through recent messages to see what other sorts of people might be here. All in all, it's been a full couple of weeks, not to mention she'd been more or less welcomed to Wonderland by an event that had people singing spontaneously about their passions, followed by— Well. She doesn't want to think about the part that came after.

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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Mar. 21st, 2018 12:22 pm
lifeisntfun: (Frustrated)
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[Beatrice looks downright manic. Her speech is very fast, and her eyes are incredibly wide.]

WAR?!?

I am not prepared for this. I am SO not prepared for this. I'm armed with ROCKS. ROCKS!

That's it. I figured I would die here.
slapfight: (△ a blind spot in your gnome field)
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 [Iiiit's Peridot. Standing in the garden and holding the camera of her communicator close to her face.]

I, Peridot, have an announcement to make. Ahem.

[She shifts the camera's focus to what appears to be some sort of weird Banksy-looking statue made out of junk. it is not very attractive.] This is one of my many 'morps. Lapis and I have been scattering them around Wonderland. They represent the trials and tribulations of our time here. If you're interested, I can explain the nuance of each piece, but that's not what this announcement is about.

[She turns the camera back to herself and scowls.] I feel like this should go without saying, but since certain clods don't understand true vision, let me give you a word of warning.

[she takes a deep breath.] DON'T TOUCH THEM. Or else.
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[Sans looks...worn out. Exhausted. It's been a long streak of days of not really leaving his room and just sort of staring at his ceiling. Chara is gone. Toriel is gone. It feels like the start of something.]

[So distractions are in order.]


you know what wonderland needs more of?

cat videos.


[And then, with only that as warning, he loads up some pre-recorded short videos featuring his black cat, 4. It's pretty much exactly like one of those compilation videos. Just five solid minutes of 4 chasing his tail, 4 trying to jump from Sans's bed to the dresser and missing, 4 going to sleep on top of the trash tornado in the corner, 4 attacking one of Sans's slippers and doing the kicky feet of death to it, 4 meowing angrily at a completely empty corner, and 4 systematically knocking several packets of ketchup and mustard off the edge of Sans's hotdog stand. All of it is appropriately set to music.]

[Congrats on your first ever cat video, Wonderland.]
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[The feed starts out of focus and when it comes back into focus, the view isn't much better. Mostly just a glass of amber liquid, but then these days Seth isn't much seen without one. Not unless a certain friend has been saddled with talking him down again. After a moment though the view shifts, showing the man himself. Midnight black suit, snowy shirt, even his tie is neat and knotted just show.

So much for predictions that after a while he'd start dressing down, though the girl that made the prediction had been shipped home so that might have something to do with it.

Anyone that knows the area though might recognize a booth at Lux. The same one his child self had occupied a few weeks earlier.]


Right so it hit me just now that I've been in this place over a year, which given I haven't stayed in a place longer than about six months since I was eight would be impressive. You know if not for the fact that this is about as mandatory as my last stint, and without the fun knowledge of a release date but with just about as many visit from my brother so that evens out.

[Even without Richie there, Seth's taking jabs at him. Not that he could fault Richie not visiting him in prison, but logic has no place in Seth's rantings.]

Whatever though. Most seem to keep a calendar here and the holidays and all. Christmas. Thanksgiving. What? Arbor Day's coming up, right? What about the rest though? Given we stay our same youthful, beautiful selves [He bites back saying Grunkles not included because dude, what even with the fez] does the rest matter but for ourselves? Do we count the years, or just the celebration of being alive to be stuck in this place? What about anniversaries and other dates from before?

Or does it all just become when you got here, and when all the people that matter left?

[Because for some barely functioning alcoholics without jobs to distract them, that's what's sticking in their heads, apparently.]
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[ When the video starts, the device seems to be just a little too close to someone's face - the clear sign of someone unused to handling a smartphone or anything even vaguely resembling it. ]

--guess this is supposed to be some sort of communication device, huh..

[ It's half-mumbled, like she's talking to herself more than anything, and luckily she does start holding it a bit more nonchalantly so it's not all up in her face. The visible girl's almost childish hairstyle with hair baubles and twin tails is a contrast with the practically emotionless look on her face - although there's a hint of something more tired at the edges of her expression. ]


Well, if this is a way to talk to whichever witch is behind this, then I just want to say you can just pop up to yell "congratulations" and cackle right about now. Since that's what you guys seem to love to do so much. [ The girl sighs and glances at something off camera for a moment. ] I don't really feel like running around without a clue right now, so you just contact me first and explain what game this is supposed to be now. I promise I won't even make fun of whatever ridiculous outfit you're probably wearing, since I'm not in the mood anyway.

[ She pauses for a moment as if she expects something to happen, but when nothing does-- ]

Ahh.. Seriously. Putting a girl back together is no problem at all, but actually being direct for once is a real challenge, huh? I see.

[ Yes, someone here is misunderstanding the situation 100%. ]

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Jan. 1st, 2018 05:58 pm
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[The entrance hall to the mansion is certainly glorious, but what it isn't is the throne room of Canterlot- which is where Sunburst absolutely just was. As such, there's a cloaked, bespectacled little unicorn wandering around, looking about himself in confusion. He's pretty tired, he's just been on an epic adventure- this is probably some strange hallucination brought on by too much magic-strain or something. That makes sense. That makes absolute sense.

And then he finds his device- which is absolutely alien to him. What in the hay IS it??? The device is suddenly surrounded in a sparkly, yellow glow- an action which turns it on- as Sunburst levitates it closer to his face, squinting at it. He talks to the screen, though he doesn't realise it- he's largely speaking out loud, trying to understand what's going on.
]

I've never seen an artefact like this before. I'm not convinced I could dream this up along with...whatever this place is. Perhaps there was a magical feedback loop from the portal? Though it would have to be on a delay for it to start happening now. Hnnh, I hope the effects don't last long, I have a lot of new research to compile. I guess I need to wait for it to wear off. Talk about inconvenient. I wonder if any of the others are suffering side effects?
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[Time for Wonderland's fifth annual Japanese KFC Christmas! The diner has been decorated just like everything else in the Mansion. Of course, like every year, Souji's made his own additions, with Minato's help. They've dragged out the Colonel (it took them several tries to get one that wasn't made of gingerbread) and in the background of the feed, Minato is stringing him with twinkling fairy lights.

Souji isn't helping. Sitting at the counter in front of a small army of strawberry Santas, he's holding one in one hand, looking at it from all angles, as though deciding which direction it's best to attack from. To the side are several undecorated Christmas cakes, which Minato will be tending to once he's finished helping the Colonel get dressed.

Realizing the device is recording, Souji sits up a bit straighter, because he totally wasn't slacking off.]


The diner's ready for anyone who wants to eat fried chicken. [He smiles a little. In the background, Minato waves to the camera.] We do this every year, but if you weren't here before, it's a tradition from home. In Japan--the Japan I'm from anyway--we eat fried chicken and Christmas cake each year.

We'll be making it from now until Christmas, as long as things stay like they are now.

[I.e. without too much ridiculous chaos going on.]


[Note: Both Minato and Souji will answer responses (separately from one another). Feel free to have Mirrors wander in as well. There is enough chicken and cake for everyone.]
alltheways: (It's all feasting and fun)
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[The Red Queen appears on the video standing, poised, in the entranceway in front of the giant cookie Christmas tree. She gazes at the camera for a moment, as though waiting until she has everyone's attention, before speaking. Her message is broadcast on both the real side and mirror side networks simultaneously.]

Good morning, dear Real Things. I've been remiss so far in not appearing before you. By way of apology, I've arranged for a special holiday treat for you all. Dear Bill has implemented it beautifully.

[She raises both hands and gives a quiet clap before lowering them again, clasped in front of her. She's smiling serenely.]

Let me also say that the dear Mirrors are invited over should they wish to enjoy the festivities. You do deserve to have fun some of the time. I've even arranged special gifts for you a little later on.

In parting, I will give you this advice: Do not overindulge. Too many sweets before bedtime can upset your stomach and ruin your dreams.

[There's another brief pause, which she spends smiling, as though letting her words sink in. Then the video ends.

She will be available over the network to answer responses, but should anyone venture to the entranceway looking for her, she will not be there for in-person audiences.]

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Dec. 11th, 2017 07:31 pm
lifeisntfun: (Happy)
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[Beatrice fumbles a little when turning on the communication device. It's a lot easier to operate now that she's a girl again, but she's still getting used to using fingers and hands again. She feels so out of practice!]

So, everybody, I've been wondering.
I know we have magical closets or some weird thing, can we get living things out of those closets? I just want my dog back. I want something furry that won't say anything stupid. God knows, Wirt doesn't satisfy either of those requirements. If anyone can help, let me know. I'd rather socialize with my dog than about 90% of you.

[And on that rude note, Beatrice is out.]

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Dec. 10th, 2017 10:40 pm
like247: (Default)
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So, I saw the whole formal party time thing for New Year's Eve. Yeah, no. Formals and midnight kisses and all that might work for them but come on. There's got to be something for the rest of us that haven't gotten old yet, right?

Anyone making plans?
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[Jason woke up inside the mansion, gave it all a cursory look-through, and promptly noped the hell on out of there. Ain’t nobody got time for this Wonderland theme park bullshit - especially not the Red Hood.

Of the available options, the forest seemed like the best way out, so that’s where Jason is now, trampling through the brush, snapping twigs underfoot as he mutters his complaints into the comm device:]


This would be going a lot easier if there had been any vehicles worth taking …

[The sounds of movement stop, and Jason sighs loudly. He is Officially Lost, and he wasn’t in the best mood to begin with, so he’s understandably a little tense in addressing whoever might be listening.]

All right, this is officially stupid, and I don’t have time for stupid. Got much bigger fish to fry, so I’ll get right to the point. Whose head do I have to stuff in a duffel bag to get a map of the way out of here? Tick tock, losers, answer fast – Daddy doesn’t like being kept waiting.
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Two years ago, the Red Queen used the Vorpal Shield to trap both herself and the Jabberwocky within the Core. Now she is free, thanks to a team that consisted of myself, Shaun Mason, Tim W., Jay M., and Alphys.

[There is a photograph of the Red Queen, who is smiling. The door behind her is closed, but light leaks out around the edges. Tim is in front of her, supported on either side by Shaun and Jay. Alphys is to the side, clutching a robot to her chest.]

Like many Wonderland residents, we had received items from "RQ," who is speculated by many to be the Red Queen. Jay received was a map to the Core. We devised a plan to follow the map and allow Alphys a chance to study it in person. She has been researching the Core from the Real side and comparing it to similar technology in her home world.

We crossed to the Mirror Side with the help of Kayo Hinazuki, Satoru Fujinuma, and Minato Arisato, who then split off to do their own exploring. We found the door with little trouble or interference from Mirrors. Exposure to the Core causes sickness and memory loss, so we decided only one of us would open the door. Tim was chosen through random selection. Alphys piloted a remote-controlled robot to gather what data she could. She is currently still analyzing her findings.

The door was only open for seconds, just long enough for the Red Queen to come through. She intercepted Tim's memory and returned it to him. When asked whether the Jabberwock had escaped as well, the Red Queen responded, "I will tell you that I am all that has emerged," though she did not seem confident it would remain trapped forever. She then opened a portal for us to the Real Side.

She would not answer any more questions, leaving the status of the Vorpal Shield uncertain. She also would not confirm or deny if she is the "RQ" who handed out all these items. It seems unlikely it could have been anyone else, but how she could have done so from the confines of the Core is a mystery.
[personal profile] lifeisntfun
[The Unknown isn’t exactly a normal place, so Beatrice isn’t a stranger to the… well, strange. However, she isn’t exactly a fan of new things. She likes to know everything that’s going on around her and she likes to know that she is in control of absolutely anything and everything. So, when she awoke to find herself in a strange oak tree in a strange forest facing a spooky mansion, she wasn’t exactly thrilled.

She flew erratically for a few minutes, screaming for help at the top of her lungs, before she started to calm herself down and really think. Where is she? Where is Wirt? She had “run” into him just moments ago (at least, flown into him). He’s gotten into the habit of leaving at the most inopportune times, she really needs to talk to him about that when she finds him.

Well, it’s more likely that she’ll find help in the creepy mansion than in the creepy (and also abandoned) forest. She flies to the door and realizes she can’t realistically lift a knocker (sometimes lacking arms and weighing only an ounce is really inconvenient), then starts frantically pecking at windows. Someone has to be around in this gigantic and creepy mansion, right? Hopefully they aren’t some weird people who eat bluebirds or… something else like that.

Wow, what Beatrice wouldn’t give for arms right now. She’s flying around, pecking randomly at windows and flapping her wings so hard she could create a small whirlwind. Finally, she finds an open window on the third floor and makes herself at home. She’s flying around the room, taking it all in, when the wall unit turns on all by itself. It manages to record her talking to herself like a madwomanbird.]


Okay, Beatrice, you can handle this. You’re just stuck in a creepy mansion in the middle of a completely unfamiliar forest where there is no escape. You’re probably going to die, but whatever, it’s not like life is that great anyway, death can’t be much worse. Oh well. That’s it, you’re going to die here, completely alone and hated by everyone who loves you. I’m sure when someone eventually DOES open that door, they will be some sort of deranged killer and they’ll try and bake you into a pie or something. Would bluebirds even taste good? WHY ARE YOU THINKING THIS NOW? I guess I could claw at their eyes?
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Huh? Well! You're not Captain Greenbeard!

[Greg's face looms large in the frame as he stares at the device, squinting a little.]

A calculator? Aw, man. Am I doing taxes?

[His mom and dad always use a calculator for taxes. Theirs looks a little different though. It doesn't have letters on it!]

Hmmmm. How do I--

cd gfrgrfrseirow

--taxed! Taxed taxed taxed. Numbers numbers numbers.

rewtr4qedav

Eureka! Twenty five bajillion!

[He's gotta show Wirt all the taxes he did! Uhhh.]

Wirt?

Wirt?

Oh no. That brother o' mine. Where could he have gotten to this time?
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[Beatrice is sitting in her room, looking skeptical. She glances out the window.]

Are people actually stupid enough to go into the strange caves that appeared?

[Of course they are. Never underestimate how stupid people can be.]

I mean, it's an actual avoidable event. What could possibly be compelling enough about them to actually go down there? You can literally get anything from the closets. Treasure can't be that compelling.

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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?
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    [ooc: Set up throughout the event if anyone for anyone who might be in trouble or need some help from spider-man. You can either contact him on the network or just have your character in trouble since he's running around trying to save people. :) Also, if you're just out and about and want to be surprised by the dude in spandex on the ceiling that's an option too.]

    [This is voice primarily because Peter's finally put the suit back on, and he doubts seeing a masked face on the screen is really going to be helpful right now. He arrived with it on under his clothes with the mask in his backpack, but with so many other people who had powers, it didn't feel necessary to wear it. Now the whole world's going to hell, and it's scary, and he's always felt more capable (and confident) when he's wearing the suit (put it on, the mask. it's going to make you strong). Over the front of the mask, there's a gas mask. It's Spider-man with a gas mask.

    It's a thing that's happening.]


    If anybody's stuck somewhere or you're getting overwhelmed and need help, let me know. I can help you get out. I can keep you safe. Trap the Infected. I've got powerful sticky stuff.[-- wow. that was- wow. Peter facepalms, groans low (definitely not turning red right now), and then seems to remember he's doing a voice post right now. Apparently the suit's snarky confidence only works in person.]

    Webbing. Specifically. It's strong. It'll trap them. I'm also going to create like survival packs in those, leave them around with stuff like water and food in them. So uh, yeah. Stay safe, ask for help, and wear a gas mask like we were told. It's very stylish in the May-Save-Your-Life way.

    Read more... )
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    ( text )
    After that last little party, and now with Sharon’s dojo up and ready, I guess it’s time to troll for trainees. I’m looking for anyone interested in learning any level self-defense, but especially those of you with zero experience.

    And if you just need to work out some frustration without breaking your hands, I can work with that too.

    Walk-ins welcome. I’ll be in rooms 17 and 19 every morning and evening. Stop by, check it out and we’ll see what we can do.

    ( action | open through apr/may - please date your top level! )
    These next two months are all about hand-to-hand, finding balance and feeling comfortable in your body. Faith’s existing trainees are tasked with regular tai chi routines along with very simplistic self-defense. How to break holds, how to apply non-lethal hits-- anything that focuses on breaking away and then getting out of an ugly situation.

    Workouts and training, though simple, are not always a cakewalk. In order to build muscle memory, it’s repetitive-- but after a tough session, people can still feel raw and exposed. Faith is kind to her students, but not easy. If she’s felt her companion was not giving the effort they should, she’ll call them out. If she feels there’s something mental that needs to be addressed, she’ll call them out.

    If they need to grab a coffee to bounce back, that's great too.

    All in all, after a few sessions, Faith's trainee may begin to see that this is not all about physical fitness, but about learning to survive this hell in general.
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    [The concept of other worlds isn't as surprising as it would have been to him a year ago, but Kanji is used to jumping into them on his own terms-- aside from his first visit to the other side of the TV. His first thought is that this is some other part of the TV world, some corner of it he's never seen before, but there's no fog, no shadows-- it doesn't feel the same. That doesn't mean much, considering they supposedly fixed that place the last time they were there, but who knew? Wasn't the first time they thought they'd solved the case, though he'd been pretty damn sure it had been for real this time around.

    After some exploration, he finally stops somewhere on the third floor and turns his attention to the device he'd shown up with in his pocket, his cell phone from home nowhere to be found. Probably a good idea to make sure he's not wandering around here on his own, anyway, though if it is anything like the TV world, there was a good chance he wouldn't like whatever answered him.

    If something nasty did turn up, at least he wasn't helpless. Nobody ever would have used that word to describe him, he's pretty damn sure, but shadows were a hell of a lot less intimidating when you had a Persona to help you out. He'd put his Teddie glasses on out of habit, but it hadn't taken long at all to figure out he didn't need them-- so what the hell was this place?]


    so uh
    anyone out there? not just shoutin into the void, am i?
    dude if this is another kidnapping, lemme tell you, this ain't my first rodeo
    i've had a lot of practice beatin the crap out of assholes like you!
    if there's anyone friendly out there it'd be good to know, but anyone who tries to screw with me is gonna get their ass pounded!


    [He probably could have phrased that better.]

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    Feb. 17th, 2016 05:33 pm
    fulllifeconsequences: (I know I'd disappoint somehow)
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    [Chara is restless. Nothing has died since they offed a tiny handful of gnomes. The place continues to be swarming with humans, and nothing is happening.

    Strictly just to keep their hands busy, they asked the closet for yarn. Needles. Scissors. They thought they might have forgotten how to knit, but muscle memory's a powerful thing. There's the steady click of needles and just a hint of repetitive, nervous movement at the very bottom of the frame. Not for any reason, just to kill time. The era of making ambitious sweaters is long since behind them.]


    So that was an event, huh? My first one. I've been thinking, ever since that. The beings we met out in the woodlands... were they the same ones the Gravity Falls folks used to know? They can't be, if it's true nobody will remember our time in Wonderland -- they would know, even if we forgot, right? Was that even really Gravity Falls, or just a recreation of it? Where did the creatures all go when this place went back to normal?

    Maybe they all just stopped existing completely. Maybe nothing we did there even mattered. They didn't even have lives of their own before Wonderland willed them into existence, perhaps. They were just there for our sake, and now that we're done, they're gone forever. Nothing left but our memories.

    It's a poetic lesson, I think. Friendships and places all fade, no matter how hard you hold on. Your experience... that's the only thing that stays with you.

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    Feb. 9th, 2016 06:31 pm
    singloversing: Into the Unknown (theme song) - Over the Garden Wall OST (Mere echos of the spring)
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    [When the feed flickers on there's something...not right about it. Everything's dark for a second and the screen shakes a little bit, and there's the muffled sound of someone's voice.]

    I--! I think I got it! Now just--

    [Something suddenly happens though - the device falls and there's glimpses of a tree and flashes of blue and red and then the ground and it's dark again. There's some groaning, and then the view flips to show Wirt, off-center, tied to a tree in the middle of the gnomes' territory. Naturally, he looks like he fits right in with that costume on, but he does not look like he's having a good time in the slightest.]

    H-Hello? I-Is this...can anyone hear me? This is Wirt and I...I-I'm. These little bearded guys knocked me over and dragged me off into the woods a-and they all want to marry me, I think? They-- They've got me tied up and I could like really, really, really...j-just. Someone help? Help me? Please?

    [It's becoming more and more apparent that Wirt doesn't realize he turned the video on too, and that people can see his sad, gnome-related predicament. He's also not good at throwing his voice and is just generally pretty hard to hear.]

    Serious, c-can someone come untie me? Help!

    [It takes him a couple of minutes, but eventually he manages to end the recording with his foot. Everyone will get a super good look at his mismatched shoes in the meantime.]

    [ooc: Dipper and Mabel are going to come to the rescue, but anyone else is welcome to chime in and laugh at his predicament or offer sympathy or whatnot.]
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    [when this message begins broadcasting, it’s very clear the person responsible has NO IDEA this is actually transmitting to a large population. in fact, the shrill voice just sounds like she’s calmly- possibly too calmly- talking to herself.]

    Log Date Seven-One-Six-Two.

    I seem to have found myself- inexplicably- in some sort of bizarre, unstable dimension. The primary population appears to be Earth humans, though they refer to themselves by specifications rather than the traditional names that humans identify themselves by. What’s more is these humans do not find rain to be…. pleasant, and would prefer to stand in awful, cramped conditions, rather than be out in it.

    Earlier I drew the conclusion that these may not be humans at all, but rather some sort of strange herd creature that greatly resembles a standard Earth human. However, before I could test this hypothesis, something happened and I found myself in this strange, and thankfully, much more sizable Earth dwelling, which I am having trouble rationalizing, beyond that clearly the reality of this place is in some sort of state of flux. However, this is purely speculation and that suggests it’s more a fault in my perception of reality, than the reality itself.

    As to why I am here, rather than back at the temple, or why this dimension exists, or if any of it is, in fact, real, and I am not so given to my current madness that my vision spheres cannot be trusted…. [a small, pained gulp] I have no idea. I can only continue to document my findings and hope that if the Crystal Gems discover this after I’ve well and truly gone far beyond being helped, they’ll remember that my destruction was entirely their fault.

    This is Peridot, further tilting towards madness, signing off for now.

    [and the feed clicks, so she can… curl up on the floor in a fetal position and cry for a moment, not realizing that PEOPLE HAVE HEARD THIS.]
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    [There's a girl staring at the camera very intently. She frowns, staring at it very intently, before she notices that it's already recording and scowls.]

    I guess this is way more sensitive to touch when you use fingers, huh? Well. I'm not a bird anymore.

    [She shrugs a shoulder. She doesn't really feel the need to add more explanation than that.]

    If anyone needs me, I'll be eating waffles.

    [She squints and frowns again, then presses a few buttons that are definitely wrong before she ends the feed.]



    (ooc: Beatrice got a pair of scissors in her stocking that let her clip away her wings and become human again! From now on, I'll be using this journal for her.)

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    Nov. 2nd, 2015 07:09 pm
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    [When the screen flicks on, Bobby casts an irritated glance up down the brim of his hat to the little camera on his phone. He lets out a puff of air and sucks briefly on his teeth.]

    Sam, Dean? I'm gonna go out on a limb here and assume that one or both of your asses got something to do with me showing up in -- wherever the hell this is, aside from not Heaven or Hell -- and that you've got a real good reason for not even having the decency to give a fellow a call before you rip him out of his nice, comfy afterlife.

    [He pauses for a moment in his speech, the shifting background behind him revealing that he's now moving (from the kitchen to the bedrooms area, for anyone with a good eye for that sort of thing), and that he's got an armful of supplies with him. It isn't too long until he turns a corner to an empty bedroom and closes the door with a click, setting the phone down onto the nearest table and pouring a generous line of salt from the box he'd gotten from the kitchen down in front of the threshold of the door. Then he leans over the phone again.]

    So, whichever one of you idjits has gotten themselves into the south-end of a north-facing horse, send the other one over to explain things, all right? And bring beer.

    [With that, the video ends.]
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    [So, okay. This is new. Sans is no stranger to waking up in weird places and wondering how you got there, but this is preeeeeetty different. For one thing, there's a sky. And sunshine. And even a freaking ocean.]

    [It's the Surface, but...not exactly. Something ain't right. Fortunately, Sans is a master of staying chill, even in the face of the truly weird. He spends a good few hours wandering around the courtyards and gardens, getting his bearings, reading the network archives and generally figuring things out. There's a huge building nearby but he doesn't want to go indoors yet. This could all vanish at any second. He wants to enjoy the existence of sunshine while he can.]

    [Seeing a skeleton wandering around so close to Halloween...it fills you with...DETERMINATION?]


    [TEXT]

    [Once he's pretty sure he's got a handle on what's going on here, he decides it's high time he introduced himself to the populace. And hey, whaddaya know, there's a font on here that really speaks to him.]

    so...is this place updog?

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    Oct. 25th, 2015 09:16 pm
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    [Jo isn't exactly in full wedding planning mode yet, and truth be told, this kind of thing isn't really her strong suit-- as far as she knows, they're kind of winging it at the moment, but Castiel's recent departure has brought an important detail to her attention. She hadn't thought of it at first, she'd been too busy mourning the loss of a friend, but now? Now it occurs to her that the friend she'd meant to ask to officiate was no longer available to do so.

    Whoops.]


    So, quick question, Wonderland. Just throwing this out there. Anyone here who's able or interested in officiating a wedding?
    My top pick isn't in town any longer, but I'm open to talking to anyone interested in the position.
    We've got some time, but I'd like to find someone sooner rather than later.



    Private to Cami O'Connell )

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    Oct. 18th, 2015 03:50 pm
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    I've been here longer than I anticipated, and already some strange things have happened. When the chance arises, I will kill the one who keeps us here, the one who calls herself Queen.

    [And if she doesn't like hearing that, Gamora is more than happy to address her with the tip of her blade.]

    Until that time comes, I intend to remain in top condition through practice, so if anyone would like to spar, you can ask me.

    But don't waste my time if you're a novice. I prefer a reasonable challenge. Just be aware that my people are stronger and more agile than the typical Terran... Earthling, so if you do wish to fight, don't complain if you get hurt.

    [And speaking of fighting...]

    Let me know what the best place for fighting would be.

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