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Nov. 21st, 2018 12:59 am
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[The video feed shows what seems to be a small boy hanging around in his room. He waves energetically!]

Hey everyone! My name's Steven. Steven Universe! And I figured it was about time I did another one of these open message thingies. Since... it's been about a year since I got here. [He places a hand on his head and smiles meekly.] Time really flies, huh?

So I think we can all stand to get to know each other better and become friends and stuff! Plus Alice gave me an idea earlier this month... talking about people we miss from home. I know it can be tough stuff, but I think it'll really help to keep our memories of them clear! So let me get this ball rolling by talking about Lion! [With that, he holds up a drawing of a big pink lion.] I guess he's the mane event? ...That's right! Back home, I have a pet lion. He can be kinda difficult sometimes... a lot of the time... but he really loves me! He has special powers and a pocket dimension in his mane, too. [A beat.] I should probably also mention that I have powers too, 'cause I'm part-gem!

Now it's your turn! Tell me stuff about yourself, or people you know, or ask me questions about my stuff, or just turn in your applications for friendship. [A beat.] Orrr all of the above?
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twelfth galaxy [video]

Apr. 28th, 2018 03:05 pm
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[Less than an hour after the Reaper crash lands in the Hills, Shepard is on the network.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[private; to Rick Sanchez]

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

[ooc: Feel free to use this if you want to meet up with Shepard near to the Reaper site on day 1, also! She will not actually be shooting people directly, but she has a great aim and will be taking shots right in front of them if she sees them approach. There are, of course, tons of entrances to this thing, so she won’t be able to fend everyone off!]
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Apr. 15th, 2018 06:45 pm
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[When the video clicks on, at first only Mettaton is visible. After a few quick seconds, however, it becomes obvious that he is standing in an empty room. There is nothing remarkable about it in any way, shape, or form. It has four walls, all stark white, and one wall with a window and one wall with a door. All in all, with how utterly unremarkable it is, Mettaton looks almost comically out of place.

The look of empty sadness on his face is the only thing that matches the room.]

Wonderland, have you ever felt an absence? As if one day your heart is whole, the next, something important in your life, something you always thought would be there, is gone?

[He means both literal and figurative in his case, but he knows he's in the minority on that front. He turns to look out the window, facing away from the camera.]

It's like a piece of you is missing. Like you'll never be quite full ever again.

[He pauses. He doesn't want to speak this into reality, even as the reality bores in on him as bright and biting as the walls around him.]

I'm sure that those of you that knew her will understand my feelings when I say that... Alphys is gone.

[His voice crackles with static.]

And I don't think she is coming back.

((ooc: Mettaton will mostly be staying in what was Alphys's old room on the second floor next to his if you're looking for an action thread for the rest of the day.))
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Apr. 2nd, 2018 07:37 pm
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[ Monika is sitting placidly behind her piano, smiling like she has no cares in the world. However, something's...off.

Her ponytail is slightly askew, the bow drooping on one side, and her clothes aren't as clean and kempt as usual. But it's probably what's going on in the background that's more interesting.

As in her room is wrecked. Items are strewn about, things are broken, and her piano has an unmistakable crack in it. It's like a tornado tore through, that tornado being her. She doesn't care about wars or any other stupid bullshit, because she has more important things weighing on her mind.

See, the past month hasn't been too good to her. She had a body for a while. And now she doesn't. Monika doesn't like that. The asshole that killed her? Not only ruined her short time with a body, but also got to hit and run in the completely unfun way. She really doesn't like that. And being held captive by a demented bear? REALLY NOT LIKING THAT. Noticing a pattern here?

In short, she mad.

She gives a pleasant little hum, resting her clasped hands on the piano's fallboard. ]

Just a quick question today! Are there any robots around?

[ She blinks, still smiling. There are no underlying issues to address here, no siree! She is toootally not getting desperate for freedom, nope nope nope.

Everything is ab~so~lute~ly~ perfect! ]

Just curious~
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Mar. 19th, 2018 08:28 pm
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[ Wonderland's been living up to its name, for better or worse, in Moana's experience thus far. Knowing there isn't a way home, having tested and witnessed the truth behind certain magics on the mansion's grounds, has progressed to the unreal realization of really being stuck there. So, she knows she needs to meet more people, and she chooses now to make an appearance. A handful of days after the wild, random carnival disappeared in a flurry of dramatics. A promise of war made. She's had a couple of months to familiarize herself with the basics of the mansion, its inhabitants, and the piece of technology meant for easy communication. She's even used it a couple of times! ]

I... [ longest drawn out pronoun ever. Lips parted, teeth clenching slightly, Moana looks uncertain, clearly uncomfortable. Yet, she has set the device up so she can be seen from the waist up, rows of books around her, a window nearby pouring light in. She's in the same wardrobe she showed up in, opting for the familiarity instead of, well, anything else. The top of her skirt shows, tan and made from a variety of plant materials; red sash around it, matching red top that bares a small part of her stomach, two rows of shells adorning her chest in a horizon, necklace draped down onto it, hair in the same beach waves she's always known.

Sighing, her arms come up, hands out in front of her chest, fingers splayed ]...I reeeeally don't if I'm using this thing right, so, um. Hi. [ hello, awkward smile, complete with a brief pause and wave ] I'm Moana. Of Motunui... [ she trails off on that; no one else has heard of her home yet, but there's hope in her eyes that you, dear listener, have ] Here, with all these... [ she looks over to a bookcase, squinting ] books. [ Libraries aren't what you'd call existent where she's from, much like most of the rooms in the mansion, but the written word isn't foreign to her ] Anyway. I'm...new...ish, and I was -- kind of wanting to talk to...anyone at all, that wants to talk. [ She offers a careful smile. Then, her expression turns a bit more serious. ]

Especially if you could tell me what exactly a war around here would entail, 'cause...I've never been a part of one, and it seems sort of on the...dramatic, side? [ She's hopeful that someone's gonna quash that silly idea! War; what is it good for? ] But...either way, it's pretty serious, too, so... [ she twiddles her thumbs together, lips pursing slightly, eyes widening just so as she gazes down at her hands before looking back to the camera ] we should be prepared. If it happens.

[ A long beat as she takes a slow breath, giving a firm nod before her hands move to work toward shutting the device off, taking several seconds to do so. She really wants more information on the reality of this war occurring, and of perhaps even greater importance, making allies. Friends. After all, you can always get more done when you have people banding together. ]

[ ooc: open to action as well! ]
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1st Game | Video

Mar. 7th, 2018 12:40 am
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[ The video feed opens up to reveal a stuffed bear sitting on the floor, the camera angled to get a perfect full view of him. His head tilts as he looks the blinking light over. ]

Is this thing on?

[ It can talk? ]
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text } from Ace of Spades, the Wonderland Blog of Georgia Mason, entry #12

Feb. 21st, 2018 11:18 pm
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The Mirrors are watching us. This is common knowledge, one of the first things we tell newcomers. There is another Wonderland through the looking glass, and it's inhabited by the doppelgangers we call Mirrors. Calling them our "evil twins" would be an oversimplification, both because not everyone on this side would qualify as the "good twin," and because while these individuals are supposed to be our reflection and, in some ways, our opposites, that doesn't mean they're evil. Like us, they are complicated individuals and generalizations cannot capture all of them. They serve the Queen of Hearts, and the influence she has on the Mirrors cannot be understated. For one thing, she's their maker, though the Red Queen claims they would exist even without the Queen of Hearts' help. If they piss her off, she can also "unmake" them.

Sounds nice and bloodless when you put it like that, doesn't it? Well, take it from an artificial, imperfect copy with implanted memories that never really happened to me. I was made by mad science, not Wonderland magic, and I lived under threat of being "decommissioned," not "unmade," but the differences are negligible. It’s a pretty word for murder and a reminder that you're replaceable.

If the gun to their heads isn't enough, the Queen manipulates and lies to the Mirrors. She sets them at each other's throats, and she sets them against us. Wirt's Mirror carries a lantern with him constantly. He was convinced by the Queen that it held his brother. We examined it together and quickly proved that it actually contained some material tied to Mirror Wirt himself. It never had anything to do with his brother at all.

It's a lot of effort that shouldn't be necessary if she's as capable of instilling loyalty as she insists she is. She has their loyalty and fear, but their free will is their own. That's why she has to keep them divided. That's why she lies. And that's why instead of fearing the Mirrors, instead of bending to the Queen's wishes and being enemies, we need to become allies. We're all prisoners of Wonderland, whether we originated here or not.

Many of you may remember the portal incident from last year, when Leo Fitz and Cisco Ramon used a combination of technology and metahuman power to break through to the Mirror side. It was the first successful, intentional breach by a Real in recorded Wonderland history, and it happened because they consulted with Mirrors. Granted, the Mirrors in question were manipulating and lying to Fitz and Ramon, and the results of that experiment were in many ways disastrous. But this does not have to be how it is. Imagine what we could accomplish in a good faith partnership between Mirrors and Reals. We need to find a way to break the Queen's hold, both because it is the right thing to do and because it may be the only way we can take control.

A young Mirror once accused me of wishing death on the Mirrors because of the title of my zine. Shattered Mirror does have a violent sound to it. I can understand where she got that, but it was never my intention. I named my zine the Shattered Mirror because I want to destroy the barriers between us. We will never achieve anything if we continue to behave as they expect us to behave. Break the glass. It's time to rise.

Mirror Writing

[As usual, Georgia makes sure to leave copies within reach of the glass so that any interested Mirrors can snag a copy without actually crossing over and disobeying the Queen. Unlike usual, she very intentionally tugs down the curtain that normally covers her office Mirror. In big, bold, backwards letters she write ƧTͶƎMMOƆ next to a taped up copy of the article. Then she sits and waits.]
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[Action and Network Post]

Feb. 20th, 2018 12:45 am
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( Action prompt with DDLC spoilers and content warnings behind cut )

[Network]

[By the time Sayori's discovered her phone, she's not much calmer than she was before... but it's not like anyone can hear or see her over text anyway. Time to put on her best cheerful smile!]

Hello!! Does this phone belong to anyone? I just found it, but I'd hate to use it if it's someone else's (つ﹏<。)

Ohh and my name is Sayori! I just kind of... woke up here? This place is too big to be my room!!
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Feb. 19th, 2018 12:38 pm
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[ She's always been a little less than composed when she addresses the network and she's not sure why. It's usually just initially, like she needs to warm up because she's talking to...well, a lot of people. And this may be seen as the dumbest idea ever, but hey, if she believes it's good, they'll believe it's good, right? ]

Hey there. So. I went away for a little while and now I'm back. Can't say I missed this place, but I'm sure you get it, right?

[ That, at least, she's sure everyone can relate to. Going home and coming back, realizing you're stuck again. Crying a little about it. ]

Anyway. It's nice to see all of you again. Kind of. Through this thing.

[ Get to the point, Patterson. She can almost hear Weller in her head. ]

So I was thinking about how nobody really has a birthday here, not in the traditional sense, I think, right? I'm sure some people have parties anyway, when they think of it, but. I was thinking - what about a birthday party for us? All of us? We kind of deserve it? And it would be retro-themed, so think Pin the Tail on the Donkey, water balloons, embarrassing games of Twister, ice cream cake. Just to name a few. I'm open to suggestions. Who's in?

I'm flexible on what to do about gifts for each other, so really, suggestions are totally welcome. On the subject of parties, what's the best party or birthday - or both - you ever had?
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[video] Astral Events

Feb. 18th, 2018 07:44 pm
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Hey so like, do you think there's a way for Wonderland to just stop having events? Like, what if we found Wonderland's...brain, or whatever, cause this place is like kinda sorta alive almost? What if we found Wonderland's brain and just went up to it like "dude hey, stop doing events. Just like stop effing with us."

Like I get that Wonderland needs something from us and we're all just glorified batteries while we're here, but we could make a deal with it or something? Yanno? I'd voluntarily give up some words or phrases or whole memories or whatever if it meant just, no more effing events. Do you think we can just do that?

Or maybe just stop having murdery events or events where people have to relive their worst memories or shit like that, that'd be nice. I mean like, come on, there's no reason for this bullshit. Just like have fun or nice events. Or frick, have them be optional. If Wonderland has enough magic to create entire worlds then it should have enough magic to just not eff with us and like, figure out an alternative.

Like, come on.
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Jan. 15th, 2018 09:49 pm
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Hey, can you hear me? Am I coming through?

[ Monika's eye appears on the screen briefly, then disappears with a screech of static. The screen flickers, and after a few more odd noises, she clears her throat and appears fully, smiling cheerfully as ever. ]

Hi there, everyone! I'm Monika! Uh, if you couldn't tell already, I'm new here. But I'm sure you're always hearing people say that, right?

[ People. That's a thought. Her face warms. ]

Anyway, I know we're in a weeeird situation, but I hope we can all make the best of it! I've found that the easiest way to brighten up a bad time is to get creative~ So I spent a little time writing this. It's always nice to write your thoughts out, you know?

[ She helpfully holds up her work and lets it fill the screen for everyone to see. Go on, take your time! ]


( Read more... )

[ The poem disappears and there she is, still! Smiling! Yay, poetry! ]

Ahaha, I got a little experimental today. I hope you don't mind. [ She looks sheepish. ] I'm usually only good with free verse, but I'm really proud of the results!

Anyway! I'm glad to get to know you all, because I love making new friends! [ She holds up a finger. ] In honor of the occasion, here's Monika's Writing Tip of the Day! Sometimes, you'll have to make very hard decisions about editing your work. You might even end up having to start all over! But don't let it discourage you. Writing is a dirty process, so getting your hands messy is inevitable. Let it help you grow!

[ Monika gives another smile, softer this time, and waves as she shuts off the feed. Time for a fresh start! ]
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001 ( ✭ VIDEO )

Jan. 15th, 2018 04:02 pm
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[When the video begins, it's not a face that appears. It's a close-up of a white, oval gemstone. 

The camera then shifts. This time, it's Pearl's squinting left eye. She has her face right up to the device, completely unaware that she's broadcasting a close-up of herself to copious amounts of people. It's kind of frightening, really.]

I-is this thing on? [Oh, dear. Looks like she's muted herself by accident. The camera has been pulled back enough to allow a good, visible look at her puzzled face now, and she's mouthing words that nobody can hear. Frustrated, she lightly smacks the side of the device, and a loud 'BEEP' sounds as the audio returns.]

Ah! 

[That was startling. She's got it down now.] 

A-ahem! Hello. I'm Pearl. [The gentle introductory smile she gives is earnest, but it's clear her head is in a different spot, as though she's mentally preoccupied with something else.] I'm new here, and I suppose I could use a bit of help. First of all, has anyone seen my Steven? He's a young boy with dark curly hair, and a red shirt with a yellow star on it. It's very important that I find him! A-and second of all, how do I get home immediately?! I was working on something very, very important, and it's urgent that I--

[She trails off, mind filling with the countless disastrous scenarios that might unfold if she doesn't finish what she was working on.]

...well, if you know anything, just...let me know! Thank you! Really.
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[video] you say i'm not athletic. you say my sport's pathetic.

Jan. 13th, 2018 11:06 am
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[What we have here is a view of the floor. Mabel's voice can be heard off-camera.] Okay, Boris... Just hold it right there, annnd-

[The camera is suddenly lifted up, showing a view of this.] Heeeey, Wonderfriends. Check out this awesome new thing Bill the Lizard made. It's mini golf and that dumb adult mini-golf game all in one. It's even named after Dipper! See. [The camera turns to show the sign on the wall, and then Mabel puts down the camera which moves along the top of one of the tables. Apparently, she's strapped it to Boris. Mabel continues to talk off-screen as everyone gets the full view of the room from a baby pig perspective.]

Anyway, I've been getting some practice in, trying to adapt my awesome mini-golf skills to this thingy, and not to brag, but I'm probably a Pit Pat champion by now. And if you wanna challenge me for my title, come on down to Floor 7, Room 17 and pick up a stick.

[There's a clatter, probably caused by Mabel knocking over the sticks in her attempt to be dramatic. Boris squeals and jumps off the table, taking the camera with him.] Whoa- hey! Boris, wait!

[The camera cuts off suddenly as it falls off Boris's neck and hits the ground.]

[[ooc: post available for both action and network prompts.]]
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013 ƒ voice } { all that i know is i'm breathing

Dec. 4th, 2017 03:22 pm
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[Freya returns to Wonderland, and as always, Wonderland's timing is the fucking worst. While in a way she is grateful that they're here - Klaus would not have been so considerate of Freya asking for more time if they weren't in a place where time stops, and she knows that she's going to have to return to her room and actually fix the problem she's been given, but for now, she is going to grieve.

For now, she's going to drink. For now, she's going to try and wrestle with the fact that her brother is dead, and in the end, they got none of the things they wanted.

Even when they try to be the good guys, when they try to do the right thing, they can still never win. Vincent in the back of her mind reminds her that she had the chance to do the right thing, to just let Vincent use Elijah's death and not try to interfere in any way, but he should have known - there was no way that was ever going to happen.

She makes her way up to the fifth floor bar, as it's usually fairly empty and not populated by too many friends who will want to ask intrusive questions about her commitment to being incredibly intoxicated. She takes a bottle of tequila off the shelf, grabs herself a glass, and settles at the bar to begin knocking glass after glass back. She's planning on being there a while, and she does make sure to eat something every now and again, but for the most part, she doesn't want to feel anything.

At some point during the night, however, she'll click on her device, needing to speak into a void, even if she knows that the entire mansion is going to hear her.]

I have a riddle.

[Her voice is slurred but clear enough that the words can be made out if nothing else.]

Two men walk into a desert. ... Wait. ... Two? No, four men walk into a desert. And they are unconscious, probably from heat exhaustion. The riddle never said, they were just magically unconscious, so they probably fainted. The person telling the story was likely just trying to save face with all of their manliness.

[Macho posturing is dumb. There's a giggle and a "whoops" as some of the tequila sloshes over the sides of the glass and she pours herself another.]

When they wake up, they are buried up to their necks in the sand. Like little ground hogs. But they can only see what's directly in front of them. And they have hats! Different colored hats!

[Another beat as she takes the drink, then a pause as she frowns.]

Wait, there was supposed to be something else before that.

[Another beat.]

Or maybe they were kidnapped.

[There's a pause, and a sigh, because she is too drunk to remember the way this is supposed to go, and her hand fumbles as she goes to find her device on the bar and shut it off.]

I'll call you back.

[AND FREYA MIKAELSON HAS RETURNED FROM HER CANON BUMP. Action tags are welcome, as are network tags, but network tags may cut off and return when she is slightly more sober. Apologies in advance.]
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Sixteenth Consensus

Nov. 14th, 2017 08:33 pm
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[The Twins are seated on one side of a round table covered in a deep purple cloth. A deck of cards is spread out in front of them, face down. There's also a small velvet bag sitting to one side on the tabletop. A few people might recognize this as their fortune-telling stand.

The two of them look at the camera with serious expressions, and when they begin to speak, their tone is solemn.]

Do you have a dark side to you?

Everyone does, don't they now?

How deep down is it hidden? How much does it see the light of day?

It will be seeing plenty of it soon.

Don't expect the heat to slow it down. Nothing can stop it once it gets going.

Nothing but you.
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Entry 2: Video

Nov. 4th, 2017 12:29 pm
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[Magnus turns on his device and before he shows himself he pans over a table (one that looks very well carved though not entirely finished yet) that is covered by many carved wooden ducks. As it pans across the room to show off the ducks, all of his carpentry tools can be seen scattered about and the room is absolutely covered in sawdust.]

[He turns the camera back toward himself, looking like he hasn't gotten a lot of sleep over the last few days since the event has ended. Though you know what he's gotten a lot of?]

[Duck carving.]

So I may have started stress carving once I got access back to my tools. Anyone want a wood duck? They're kinda my specialty.

Also, if anyone else noticed a broken table in the library from this weekend, I'm working on replacing it with a new one since I may have broken one of them during the event. Though the one I'm making is gonna be a lot sturdier than the last, so really I did everyone a favor by breaking that table.

[Because that's the important part to focus on. Not the fact that he broke it in the first place and certainly not why he broke the table...]

Anyway, I'm on the third floor if anyone is interested.

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[video] it's lawnmower dog the sequel, morty

Sep. 20th, 2017 09:29 pm
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[Rick is in his lab, and there are two huge, glowing tears in the world intersecting in midair behind him. Rick looks--different. He's kind of see through. He's kind of floating. He's kind of a ghost. He's even phasing through his desk to drive the point home.]

[He looks pretty dang miffed about this situation, but the ghost thing might be a bit less noticeable than the fact that Rick's entire room is filled to the brim with puppies. Puppies of all shapes and sizes, and there's at least twenty in sight and the occasional tail or nose passing across the screen indicates that there's a lot more in the room than just that.]

[Rick's door is also open. Anyone on the third floor might hear a whooooole lot of barking. There's something like seventy puppies wandering up and down the hallway.]

[Rick gives an exasperated sigh.]

So obviously don't touch the rips in space, but a-also don't bother trying to analyze them from a distance or send in probes or wh-whatever because that sets them off too.

[Ghost Rick takes a swig from his ghost flask.]

Fuck this, there's a-already like twe-UURRL-lve other Ghost Ricks and I'm not a fucking conformist.

[A puppy walks right through his middle and starts sniffing at the camera, promptly knocking it over. The puppy then picks the phone up in its teeth and runs away.]

[All that's heard from Rick is a distant "god damn it."]
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[video forever] Merry Birthday?

Sep. 16th, 2017 11:18 pm
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Guys, is everybody really really sure that Wonderland is the one giving everybody presents?

[Greg's too close to the camera, as per usual, but he pulls back to hold up his own prize: a weird shaped shield.]

If this was a mystery-- and I think it is! --I'd say this is a clue that this wasn't Wonderland at all.

[He lowers the shield and peeks over the top of it, his eyes a little wide.]

The events lately have been really dangerous, and Wonderland does those, right? So why would Wonderland give me this? It just doesn't add up!

[Nope. He shakes his head. It makes no sense at all!]

I think this shield came from somebody else! In fact, I have a suspect!

[Greg puts the shield down and holds up a rather candid photograph.]

My brother! Wirt!

So! That's my theory! Wirt, did you get everybody presents?

[CASE. CLOSED. Uh, Greg turns the camera off.]
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[ Maintenance Operation Downtime ]

Aug. 22nd, 2017 11:18 pm
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[ Bill the Lizard is not building. Bill the Lizard is lizarding, sitting on a large rock in the sun. He looks out at the lake, thoughtfully. ]

They've got a whole nine wrapped together, no wonder you can't remember your place neither. Set a foot in one, end up in another, snap of ye finger, goes just like that. Goes they'll all stumble together, and end up here, too. What a right mess that'll be to paint over. Shine like the stars, that's the one, shine like all the stars, like it'll be worth to fight over.

[ Thoughtfully his tongue flicks up and down, and licks the side of his face. ]

Won't compare to her I tell ye, she'll be a right proper treat soon enough-- Aw, but that'd be peeking all right, bad enough we don't got a working door for her right away--

[ Bill flicks his tail and perks up. ]

No. No, listen good, lads, listen, ye hear? Dress up nice and warm, that'll come in well and good later!
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Aug. 14th, 2017 10:36 am
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[Alex had fallen asleep on the airship, curled up at the back and tucked between his Mom and Dad - Uncle Jon snoring somewhere by his feet. The sun had just set over a sandy horizon and Izzy had them on a smooth course back home, relatively smooth anyway. He can't help that it'd only been minutes after sitting down that he'd gone to sleep, the last few days had been tiring and he was comfortable settled in the middle of his family. It had been nice. Which makes the sudden transition from comfortably sprawled across two adults to falling into water that much more jarring.

He surfaces, gasping for air and flailing for a few moments before realizing that he's not far from a beach. He swims until he can stand and then he hits his knees, catching his breath. From here, he doesn't recognize anything. The sky above or the ground below and when he calls out for his parents, for his uncle, nobody answers him. Concern lodges in his throat, shoulders hunching up around his ears as water laps over the backs of his shoes. There's a dock with a few small boats nearby, palm trees, beach chairs, and umbrellas bigger than him stuck into the ground. That, as quickly as fear had swept through him, just as swiftly puts him a little bit at ease. There are people here. Somewhere. All he has to do is find them. Standing, he kicks off his shoes and dumps the water out of them, leaving them on the beach. The further he walks, the more he can see - an orchard to his right and a big house to the north. His parents are probably there and, even though something doesn't seem right, they can explain what's going on. Then they can go home. ( He hasn't been to the museum in ages and there's a new exhibit he wants to see. ) There's nobody outside but he knocks, then pushes it open because he's eight, for Christ's sake and he can't be blamed for forgetting his manners in an emergency.]

Mom? Dad? [A pause.] Uncle Jon? This isn't funny.

[He slips as he walks inside, eyes wide and mouth falling open as he stares up at the skylight. Alex doesn't move from that spot, not at first, head tipped back in awe, and when he does speak, it's a soft sound. Barely even a audible as he glances around.]

Mom?

[Alex has never used a phone before but after opening a few doors and looking around, he finds a seat and plays with it. He hits enough buttons that, on his eighth or ninth try, he's able to post to all of Wonderland.]

I'm looking for my parents, my Mom and Dad. My Uncle Jon, too. [There's a rustling sound as he drops and picks the phone back up, mumbling under his breath that the sucker weighs a goddang ton.] And Izzy. I was just with them and now I'm here.

Yeah, yeah, I already heard the part where this place is like something out of Carroll's book, but that's crazy.

[He's read the story, but it's only a story right? But then, he's seen a mummy come back to life so maybe it isn't that crazy. The pamphlet, which is now folded and tucked into his jacket pocket, had been helpful - the author's name had been skipped in his rush to read it.]

If anyone can help me, I'm sure my parents will be grateful to have me back.

[His voice fades out then comes back in louder than before.]

Oh, I'm Alex. Alex O'Connell.

[The feed ends after a few minutes of silence.]
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Aug. 9th, 2017 02:22 pm
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[The video feed opens to a pair of robotic hands pinning a sign to a pillar in the Entrance Hall. This isn’t terribly peculiar since Mettaton has done this quite a lot in the past for his concerts but the subject of this flyer is of a different affair than anyone is accustomed to seeing. It is rather bare in comparison to the almost gaudy things he’s put up before but this one is straight and to the point: a picture of a ghost that some of Wonderland may recognize and the words on the top and bottom of the flyer say in big bold, eye-catching print HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GHOST? Anyone who happens to explore the mansion today will run into a lot of them hung up all over Wonderland.

There’s a couple of seconds as Mettaton adjusts the flyer so it sits perfectly on it and, satisfied, he reaches a hand back to the camera and turns it to face him.]

Hello Wonderland! It’s been awhile since I have posted here, I know, it’s a tragedy that I need to remedy more often, but that’s a problem for later. For now, dear Wonderland, I need your help. You see, in that last event or perhaps a little before it, someone important went missing. And I know some of you knew them, so I will need your help in finding them!

[He says this with a confidence that does not betray the anxiety that has been building in his soul that he has been fervently denying.]

Now I know one of the first questions some of you may ask me is “Is their room empty?” Well. Their room being empty, whether or not it is, doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that they are missing and that I will find them. Any information you have as to where they may be would be incredibly helpful!

[Now Mettaton looks almost imploringly to the camera, but of course he’d never come off as desperate, no, he’s Mettaton! He’d never potentially lose his cool like this.]

So! If any of you have information about the whereabouts of the dear and lovely Napstablook, I am all ears! I will be all over Wonderland and if you have anything at all, respond to this and let me know.

[With a decisive nod he ends the feed.]

((ooc: If you’re feeling an action thread, Mettaton can be found almost all over Wonderland feverishly looking for his dear friend, so feel free to run into his rather desperate search as he denies that Napstablook is gone. Places of note are The Music Room, the Library and probably the entirety of the Second Floor but he can absolutely be found anywhere you wish other than the Forest, which is a closed prompt.))
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Astral Destruction

Aug. 3rd, 2017 02:06 am
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[ Clementine and Mae appear on the screen. It’s a little girl and a cat girl. They’re standing in a room on the first floor. Clem has a crowbar in her hand, slung over her shoulder. Mae has her trusty baseball bat and a very cat-that-got-the-canary grin on her face.]

Hey, so… Mae told me about how she breaks shit sometimes and how it’s… cathartic? [ that’s the word she used, right? ] And I tried it with a light bulb. It felt pretty damn awesome so we thought it might be cool to have an official place where people could break stuff whenever they needed to deal with bullshit.

[Mae immediately picks up the thread, grinning wide.]

So we are super effing pleased to introduce…The Destruction Room.

[She pans the camera over to the sign on the door. It’s generic and straight to the point. Then she pans the camera around to take in the room. There’s rows of shelves filled with china plates, vases, glass figurines and other fragile-looking items. Along the walls are dozens of light fixtures and free-standing lamps, as well as just a metric ton of lightbulbs, both fluorescent and incandescent. All of it is very precariously displayed and it looks like it wouldn’t take much to just knock some of these shelves right over.]

Isn’t it amazing? We stocked it with everything that could possibly go smash.

[Clementine gestures then to have Mae pan the camera toward the wall on the side which has a giant weapon rack with every blunt weapon imaginable from bats to maces to hammers and more. ]

Over on this wall, we’ve got every blunt weapon you can think of so you can really make the breakables crack into a hundred awesome pieces. Also, it’s on the first floor, room 4 so if you hit yourself in the foot or get glass stuck in your arm or something, the clinic’s right next door.

Yeah, we pretty much thought of everything. Because we’re awesome.

[Mae holds out her hand to Clementine for a high-five. Clementine leans over, high fiving her back, with a smile. Totally awesome. ]

Anyway, yeah, come on down and get your smash on. Work out some of that pre-event anxiety or whatever.
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Aug. 1st, 2017 09:02 pm
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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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Jul. 16th, 2017 01:11 am
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[Wirt doesn't look good.

He's pale, and he's having a little trouble holding the camera steady. Too beat to stand, he's sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Thinking is hard and he doesn't want to send out this message at all, but he doesn't have a choice in the matter.]

I...I need someone to do me a favor.

[It takes him a moment to summon up the nerve to keep going. He uses his free hand to pull his cape tighter around him.]

I need someone to look after my brother Greg. He's only six and I-I'm not-- I'm not good in a fight and I can't really protect anyone. [His voice hitches, his nerves failing him for moment.] I-I can't even protect myself, how can I--

[He can't do this. He pokes his arm out from under his cape and knots his fingers in his hair. The famous cone hat falls off. It takes him a second to collect himself again.]

I-I just. I need someone to come look after Greg, and I need someone to not-- n-not tell me I'm an idiot or dumb whatever for this because like I know that already and it doesn't change anything, so can someone please do that? Please? Please, I...I-I need...

[He shuts his eyes tight and rubs at them. This message is too hard to do without being that guy who cries on the network and he doesn't want to go down with that kind of reputation.]

...I-I need someone to look after him. I...I'm going to go once someone says they'll come. I don't want to leave him alone, but I c-- I. I...need to. Soon. ...Thank you.

[He rattles off their current address quickly and when he pulls the camera closer to shut it off, for a second viewers can see that his other arm is heavily bandaged and blood-stained. It's been hurting him, but he wasn't sure if anyone would come if they could see it, so he's been trying really to keep it out of frame.]
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Asgore has an Important Question

Jul. 5th, 2017 10:52 pm
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::The video feed turns on. Asgore is in it. He is sitting next to a... Christmas... tree... which he has apparently put up in his room. For some reason. And he is wearing a very Ugly Christmas Sweater. The absolute worst.::

So! Because it is almost Christmas time, I was wondering if anyone other than Monsters celebrates this special holiday. It is a time when Monsters exchange gifts with friends and family, and decorate trees, such as the Christmas Tree which I have behind me.

::He pans the camera over to get a look at what appears to be a very average Christmas tree; he must have asked for 'generic Christmas Tree decorations' from the closets or something. It has lights and balls and tinsel and non-religious bauble at the top. He keeps the camera on the tree instead of on himself for the rest of the video's duration.::

I thought that if you wanted to, you could share what you were hoping for for Christmas this year. I always enjoy a new necktie bottle of Stetson cologne shaving kit new kind of tea. Who knows, you may be visited by Santa and he will bring you what you want.

::The video feed cuts off::
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[video forever] So this is where baby rocks come from!

Jun. 24th, 2017 03:16 pm
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GUYS. THIS IS A GOOD ONE.

[Greg is right up in the camera's grill again. Somebody needs to teach him webiquette at some point.]

I can do magic again! And I'm short! And I've got furry feets!

[He puts the camera down against something so he can show off. The height isn't probably noticeable to most people, as he's about the same height he was before-- which was already pretty short. He does indeed have furry feet, though, and with a wave of his hand, he summons some light, low-hanging fog that quickly makes it difficult to see him as he thinks of yet another cool thing he wants to show and tell:]

Oh! And I got this coolio slingshot! It's made of gold which is also a rock! And that's a rock fact!

[As the fog dissipates, Greg's tapping his chin with the slingshot. He doesn't seem to see the figure that's looming a few yards behind him.]

Hmm. Maybe I can get a baby Rock Facts Rock and bring him home with me. This is where they come from, right?

[The figure slowly extends a sneaking vine towards Greg, moving inch by inch. Greg shrugs, his mind on more important things.]

Well, maybe later. I gotta figure out what other magic I can do!

[And so Greg steps forward to turn off his device. Just as the feed ends, the viewer can see the vine creeping along the ground behind him, intent on tangling around his ankles.
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Jun. 18th, 2017 02:57 pm
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[It's a particular day on this imaginary Wonderland calendar that's got Jason thinking about some of the family he's left behind. He misses his father like crazy, even though he's supposed to be old enough to handle that. It makes him think about how many little kids are running around Wonderland without families of their own. It's with them in mind that he addresses the network.]

Hey, guys. Where I'm from, today's a pretty big family day, and I was thinking that might get weird for some people. So I wanted to just get the word out.

[He ducks out of frame so the video is presenting the doorframe of the Youth Center as a visual aid.]

We're gonna make sure people are staffing the youth center all day today. So feel free to stop by if you could use a little extra company. We can play some games, or eat way too much ice cream, or sit around and talk. It's your call.

[Sometimes if a father can't be around, a big brother might do.]
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♚ Second Move (Video)

Jun. 12th, 2017 10:31 pm
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I thought this would be of use for those unaware of the story - and there do seem to be a lot of you. (No judgement. Or not much anyway.

He begins to read, beginning with Chapter One - Down the Rabbit-Hole. Chapter Two - The Pool of Tears, Chapter Three - A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale, Chapter Four - The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill, Chapter Five - Advice from a Caterpillar, Chapter Six - Pig and Pepper, Chapter Seven - A Mad Tea-Party, Chapter Eight - The Queen's Croquet-Ground, Chapter Nine - The Mock Turtle's Story, Chapter Ten - The Lobster Quadrille, Chapter Eleven - Who Stole the Tarts? and Chapter Twelve - Alice's Evidence follow. When Ciel finishes, he closes the book in his lap and smiles thinly, without humor.)

I cannot say any of it offers comfort or insight, but it is a beginning to those who are new and those who are unaware that Wonderland is, indeed, a story first and foremost.
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Jun. 6th, 2017 07:46 pm
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[ han usually takes up Too Much Space (tm) when he sits somewhere, but he's exceptionally sprawling today in a chair, looking some mixture between bored and perturbed.

he's not a fan of prisons. and this, for all of its decorative artwork and landscape, is a prison. and so han sighs, puffing out his cheeks slightly, before straightening up to rest his elbows on his knees.

he's scoped out the landscape, a bit. he's explored a little, gotten a general idea of what he's doing here, and he's figured out this place is a giant conglomeration of peoples from a bunch of different universes crammed together to figure it out. heartwarming, but he's got stuff to do. ]

So who's gonna tell me whether or not there's a key to get out of this place? 'cause I've got one hell of a to-do list going on back home.

[ and without waiting for an opportunity for someone to answer -- ]

And while you're at it, has anybody seen a rogue Skywalker?

[ if folks from his universe are here, they'll know exactly who he's talking about. and if not, no harm no foul.

he'll save asking for leia once he's figured out whether luke is here first. nobody needs to be alerted to her. yet, anyway. ]
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May. 29th, 2017 09:27 am
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[A bright eyed eleven-year-old appears on the network, along with his politest smile. He gives a little wave, then clears his throat. Though he's not someone anyone would have seen before, being a new arrival, he doesn't look all that lost. In fact, with his little fancyboy clothes, he's clearly trying to give off a good impression.]

Hello, sirs and madams and, um, everyone else! I am Angus McDonald, my world's greatest detective. I've already done my part investigating Wonderland and its many, um, I guess you could call them features, but I thought I might like to interview some people. To, um, get a better idea of the details within the big picture. I just have a few questions to start:

Number one, who is the person who has been here the longest, and how long have they been here? Also, has anyone left that was here even longer than them? Lastly, my information on the Mirror side is lacking. Could I speak to anyone that has been over there?

[He gives a big cheesy grin to sign off.]

If anyone has any other interesting information that might help crack-- crack this place wide open, um, feel free to offer it! That is all! Thank you!
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