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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.
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[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.


Eureka! Twenty five bajillion!

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



Oh no. That brother o' mine. Where could he have gotten to this time?
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[personal profile] ateherdirt
[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.


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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    [personal profile] saved
    [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.]


    Feb. 17th, 2016 05:33 pm
    fulllifeconsequences: (I know I'd disappoint somehow)
    [personal profile] fulllifeconsequences
    [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.


    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.]
    slapfight: (△ was that a mad cow taco?)
    [personal profile] slapfight
    [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.)


    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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    [personal profile] punful
    [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 fills you with...DETERMINATION?]


    [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.] this place updog?


    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.


    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 )


    Oct. 18th, 2015 03:50 pm
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    [personal profile] deadlystar
    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.


    Oct. 17th, 2015 02:07 pm
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    [personal profile] donotcallmethis
    [Helena is sitting in the library, tiara on her head and pipe (completely unlit) in her mouth. And she looks as if she's heavily contemplating things. When the video starts, she's actually tapping her chin in thought, though it's clear she does mean to be recorded.

    Finally, she speaks, holding up a copy of The Cat in the Hat.]

    Why would cats wear hats?

    [Then she holds up Green Eggs and Ham]

    Green food is mark of being no good if you are meat and eggs.

    [Next up, Are You My Mother?.]

    If you are bird, cat cannot be your mother. But he did not understand what he looked like. This I suppose I understand.

    What is good book for babies? I do not like this Doctor Seuss man.
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    [personal profile] ofletters
    [ Sam Winchester seems distracted. More than that, he seems like something is on his mind in the way that a distant buzzing sound is on your mind, or a crying baby on the subway, or a tiny, pulsing headache that you can't shake. When he speaks, his brow twitches and his voice is... careful. A little too even-toned. ]

    Okay, so last time I was on here, I brought up how to ward off demons. But that stuff is for when there's... I don't know, a local murderer, or a crazy event, and you're in danger. I guess I didn't make it totally clear that you shouldn't be looking for demons. Don't call them up or summon them. I won't go into all the details, but the ones we know are from literal Hell and that's where you'll go after you're done dealing with them. Trust me, it's not Club Med.

    So, uh, one more time for the people in the back; don't make deals with demons. Christ, I thought that'd be obvious, but it seems like it happens a lot around here. Whatever they promise you, they're not your fairy godmother, and you pay back with your soul in the end.

    [ mumble mumble ]
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    [personal profile] alayne
    [ it's been a long time, months and months, since sansa had addressed wonderland. many moon cycles came and gone and people has well. today finds her in silks the color of the bluest skies and her hair in an elaborated braid that might remind some of a departed queen whose hair was silver. ]

    Good people of Wonderland, I hope today finds you well.

    [ formal and perhaps distanced, too. sansa had kept to her chambers for days on end, had not traded words with anyone. the stings were perhaps a bit too much. she had given herself some time to collect herself again and when the need came.

    well, there she is. ]

    Many people came and gone from this Wonderland of ours and I am missing a companion of my own. A direwolf named Lyanne I have sent to search for some friends that I have found - have departed from among us and were sent free.

    [ her voice doesn't quiver, she tidies her gown and speaks again ]

    She is highly likely still searching yet I must request that if you happen upon her, you shall tell her to find me. She is a direwolf of the north, larger than a wolf and smaller than a bear, her eyes are golden and her coat is that of grey for.

    [ a beat and ]

    And I am Lady Sansa of House Stark.
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    [It wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume that this broadcast is an accident. After all, it’s currently a very clear view of a blue bird standing on the phone and bending down to peer into the camera. She seems more interested in the thing than most animals are, but still, just a cute little bluebird, staring into the screen.]

    Other people can see this, right?

    [….okay, most bluebirds don’t talk. Beatrice moves back and adjusts the phone, leaning it up against something so that she can get the whole view.]

    Great. I’m looking for two idiots. One’s tallish and has a red cone on his head. The other has a frog and a tea pot. They’re probably being completely useless and walking into walls without me, so if you could return them to me? That’d be just great. I’d also really appreciate it if anyone could point me towards the way out of here.

    [She leans forward, eyes widening innocently.] You should know, it’s a very good idea to help out magical creatures. I’d owe you a boon! And you never know when that could come in handy.

    [She hesitates and adds:]

    And Wirt, Greg? If you’re listening? I’m— [She pauses, shakes her head, and hunches a little, pulling her wings tight against her body.] Just tell me where you are, okay?

    [ Video ]

    Mar. 23rd, 2015 11:01 pm
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    [ Bear with her here, wonderland, she's having time and a half trying to put all this to words, and has been having trouble reconciling her memories from day one. Now that she's seen other people freak out, she's really quite glad. Not because her memories have been messed with, no, but now she knows all this weirdness isn't a side effect of that weird shot or...or something. She's not crazy! She's someone's memories? Or that.

    Ugh. This stinks, and she wants this nonsense out of her head asap. ]

    Okay, who the heck kisses someone after they've had a near death experience? Especially when I just wanted to--I mean, someone else just wanted to quit?

    [ No, that's not right. She just sounded kind of bananas there. Time for 'get these memories away from me take 2; electric boogaloo' ]

    What I mean to say is, I think something's wrong with my head. It's probably just this place being stupid, since it looks like some other people are having similar problems, but I'd like this to be cleared up soon, okay? Some of the things I remember are just...really, really weird, and I'd like to not remember them now. 

    So if anyone knows someone covered in metal who can fly, let me know? Thanks.
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    ( She still had questions. It had been over a week since Claire had found herself here, and found someone. They had answered a few things and whilst it all seemed hard to believe the lack of captors coming to take her elsewhere, demands or people familiar to her made it perhaps a little more believable.

    There was also a lot that happened on the device. General conversations and questions - nothing more than what you might expect to see on any message board, despite some of the more unusual questions. Claire hadn't responded to anything yet, not quite so eager to put her face or name forward.

    She still had questions, though. At least, if she didn't want to be known, she could do it anonymously - that was one thing that Claire had remembered that the man (Steve) had told her, and one thing that she found simple enough to do. Anonymous in place she began on her question. Anything other than the obvious initial wonders she'd posed to Steve. She didn't want to believe his answers but maybe, like he'd said, people would confirm it )

    How long have you been here?

    ( She was starting with just the one - letting one lead into more depending on what people told her. Maybe if someone had been there for a while, as Steve claimed, they could be helpful )

    [ Video ]

    Feb. 16th, 2015 12:50 am
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    [personal profile] coinseams
    [ She's been putting this off for a while, waffling on whether she wants to address Wonderland as a whole or not. Arguably, she doesn't even need anyone's help. She's had the golden scissors for a while now, she could turn human any time she wanted. But...she'd spoken with Gabriel a while back, and it had gotten to her, just a little. What if the scissors don't work?

    So, here she is. Asking for help. Geez louise, this is uncomfortable. ]

    Alright listen up everyone. I'm looking for anyone around here that knows a thing or two about magic. And I'm talking real magic here. If you can pull a rabbit out of a hat, well, that's all well and good, but it's not what I'm looking for and it won't really do me much good. I need the real deal, alright?

    [  There's a pause after the first bit as she considers something. Favors don't exactly come cheap, she knows that. You have to give to get and all that, especially when asking for something important and life-changing. So; ]

    I don't have much to offer in return, but hey, I'm pretty desperate. So if there's anything I can do for you while I'm here, then you better believe I'll do it. I just---need a little help, is all.
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    Happy New Year’s Eve, Wonderland.

    [ The Carlos broadcasting tonight is much different than the one from his last video. That past Carlos was frustrated, discouraged by his circumstances and lack of progress. But despite the very recent and horrifying Christmas, the present Carlos smiles easily into the camera. His time away from Wonderland was no more than a day or two, local time, but to him it had been much longer. There had been a war, a separation, and a lot of loneliness as well as discovery… but despite that (and maybe because of it), he’s come back more sure than before. More confident. Ready. ]

    The symbolism of New Year’s Eve is really just that- it’s symbolic. It doesn’t really mean anything unless we give it meaning, right? That’s important. It’s up to us to lend meaning to things, because nothing has it intrinsically. The past, the future, or the right now that was the future and which is becoming the past faster than we can keep pace with- and this is ignoring the fact that time doesn’t really exist at all, and that I’m talking about applying a nonexistent concept of meaning to something that isn’t even real…

    Anyway. Still. The New Year is supposed to be symbolic of change and Newton’s First Law of Motion, and I think we should take that to heart. Keep moving forward, Wonderland. Let’s not give up on learning what we can about this place, or about what this place even is. I know some of you have been here much longer than I have, and that must be hard for you. Believe me, I know how you feel.

    But we can’t afford to stop whatever progress we’re making. I’ve already started recording what we do know about Wonderland, and I’m planning on leaving my observations in the library for public use. I encourage anyone else out there who is doing their own research to do the same. Wonderland has no books written about itself, so we should make them ourselves.

    [ And that’s all he has to say to the general public. To his boyfriend goes a brief, private video featuring a Carlos that seems a little less sure and a lot more expectant. ]

    Cecil? Are you still here?

    [ video ]

    Dec. 21st, 2014 06:23 pm
    coinseams: (pic#8555214)
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    [ Beatrice had turned into a child at the start of the event, which had been great for child her. She had gotten up to a bunch of mischief, had shoved some kid's head in the had been a good time. Until she turned back. She spent the first little while sulking and being disagreeable in general, so when she snagged a piece of fruitcake and wolfed it down in irritation, well--the fruitcakes effects only proved to increase her irritation, and she became about as angry and mean as they come.

    She knows wonderland is going through some rough stuff right now. The Jabberwock is over on the other side of the mirror, eating things (however that works) and he might end up coming over to the real side to eat more people. It's bad all around.
     But she just doesn't care. She's so angry and jealous, she just stopped feeling empathetic.

    Also she may or may not be wearing a tiny sweater.  ]

    Wow, you know, I think I want to celebrate this holiday every year! Cookies that turn people into children, giving them things they don't even realize they should appreciate before they're gone again--yeah, it's just super. Oh, and don't even get me started on the big, creepy monster that's going around eating everything!

    ...At least I'm pretty sure that's what it's doing? It's not like I care, it can go and do whatever it likes. I mean, it's not like there's anything we can do to stop it.

    Anyway, yeah, point is; I hope all you idiots are having fun with your fingers and your toes--because really, I'm sure they'll do wonders when faced with an unbeatable eating machine. Maybe you can poke it in the stomach before it gobbles you up. 
    potatoesandmolasses: (rorop)
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    [You may have noticed something new in Wonderland. No, not the festive atmosphere as the holidays approach. More like the near-constant ribbiting everywhere. What's with that ribbiting? Don't frogs hibernate in the winter? Oh wait. Would you look at that? There's frogs. Everywhere. All different kinds of frogs. Real frogs. Toy frogs. Bullfrogs. Poison dart frogs. Tree frogs. Those teeny tiny tree frogs that live in really remote places of the world. Those horrible plastic frog toys with the tab on their butt so when you press down on the tab they jump into the air. A few toads. Peeper frogs chirping and making so much noise oh my god. Really big frogs with really weird eyes that probably aren't from normal Earth. Frogs wearing little clothes. Green frogs blue frogs yellow frogs pink frogs tree frogs brook frogs pond frogs river frogs frogs with wings frogs with hats frogs with tiny shoes.]

    [There are so many frogs you guys and they are freaking everywhere.]

    [The reason for all this madness comes on the network well after the place has been inundated.]

    Hey, did you guys know that the closets are magic? They'll give you whatever you want! Well, they'll give you most of what you want. I asked the closet to give me wings but it only gave me chicken wings. Not cool, closet! Anyway, I haven't been able to find my frog, so I thought I'd ask the closet if it knew where Arnold is. But it couldn't get it right! And a lot of frogs started showing up! Like. A lot of frogs. Boy, I thought I'd never see Arnold among all those frogs.

    [HUGE GRIN.]

    BUT LOOK!!

    [He holds up a frog that looks and sounds exactly like his own frog back home. Of course it's not the same frog, but Greg either can't tell or is content to accept a temporary replacement.]

    It's Arnold! I found him! The closet really knows how to make a kid happy, am I right? Say hello to all the people, Arnold!

    [The frog says "rorop."]
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    [ how about let's not talk about that dream. that sounds like a really good idea, even if becky is pretty curious about it, if not a little scared. she knows she's in good hands, what with the winchesters around, so, you know, how about instead she just shares a little something of her own with everyone. she's been doing a lot of writing over the past few months, after all, and it's about time she posted some of it for everyone to R&R. it's a little taste of home for her and hopefully a lot of other people in wonderland; she couldn't actually bring herself to write about anyone ... in wonderland. that's sort of crossing the line into rpf and while writing about sam and dean isn't really technically fanfiction anymore, she can at least pretend it is if she sets it in some alternate version of home. ]

    Title: All I Want For Christmas Is You
    Fandom: Supernatural
    Rating: PG-13, for implied sexual themes.
    Summary: How "A Very Supernatural Christmas" should have ended.

    The ground outside was covered in a light dust of snow. )

    [ the next part she cut into a separate entry because she couldn't decide if she actually wanted to post it or not. but, you know, wonderland will have none of that. and neither will i. so, of course, by some inexplicable wonderland magic, it posted itself. so here is the thrilling and explicit conclusion! ]


    [ shortly after this very angry conversation with sam the whole fanfic has been deleted from the network and in its place is: ]

    henrydaniel: (kinda emo right now)
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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?
    thneedifestdestiny: Some Nights (Intro) - fun. (There are some nights I hold on)
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    [Yes, the Once-ler had that dream too. No, he's not talking about it. It was just a dream, just a stupid, dumb, terrifying dream with a monster and the moon going out like a broken lightbulb and obviously none of it was real. Or at least, he doesn't want any of it to be real.

    So, he's stress-knitting.

    He's taken up one of the tea rooms for the day so that he has a little more space to work (plus it gets him out of his room, and that's probably a good thing). He's already got a colorful pile of completed things tossed on one of the chairs - scarfs, mittens, absolutely no thneeds. The Once-ler himself is sitting on the floor in front of one of the armchairs with his knees up, using the chair as a backrest as he knits. His piglet Boris is keeping him company, and he can be seen running around in a dark green pig-sized sweater.

    So, uh. Since I'm knitting anyway and winter's coming up...does anyone want anything?

    [And wow, he sure is knitting. Even while he talks, even while wearing his trademark green gloves, his needles move incredibly fast. He shrugs though, like offering to make people stuff for free isn't an enormous step forward for him.]

    I mean, it's just something to do, and it's not like I have anything else to do with them.

    [That's all he really wanted to say, because he's definitely not acknowledging that Jabberwocky dream. He leans forward a bit and uses the end of one of his knitting needles to jab at his network device until it shuts off. If anyone would rather meet up with him in person, he's in one of the tea rooms on the tenth floor with a small mountain of yarn.]
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    [Nightmares haven't been a thing for Rocket, not for a long time. So tonight? Those eyes? It shakes him up.


    When he comes over the feed his ears are pressed flat to his head and eyes narrowed, the half-worlder not really focused on the feed.]

    Flarkin' hell. What was that thing?


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