eatsyourscience: (you can stand under my umbrella)
[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Souji appears on the network looking pretty upbeat. He's in the diner, because where else would he be ever, which has been decorated just like everything else in the Mansion. Of course, he made his own additions, like the Colonel (plus twinkling fairy lights). He brought the statue out late last year, so he's decided to get a looooong head start this year.

This will be his third annual KFC Christmas in Wonderland, though this time he's on his own. Which is exactly why he's making this appearance.]


I'm going to call it and say Charlie's gone home. I'm the only one working in the diner now, so the hours might be shorter than before.

[Because Souji gots to get some sleep once in awhile. He offers a small smile.]

On that note, if anyone wants to come help out any time, it'd be excellent. No experience necessary or anything.

[He'll leave it at that, cutting the feed off after a small wave.]

Catch-all action under the cut! )

[OOC: I'll be tagging around with Souji, but this will be his catch-all for the event. Feel free to respond to his video or action it up. Prose or brackets are both fine; I'll match your style.

He'll have origami gifts for pretty much everyone he knows come Christmas, so if your character's spoken to him more than once, it's safe to assume they receive a gift from him. No need to thread it if you don't want; for anyone he doesn't run into, he'll leave it somewhere they're likely to come across it with a brief note saying it's from him and Happy Christmas.]
narcissistictendencies: (Can you bunk over?)
[personal profile] narcissistictendencies
[Yes, hello network! Fellow captives of Wonderland, a very intent face is greeting you a little closer than what one would call normal, but not so close that his face doesn't fit in the screen. He seems to be staring very, very sceptically at the camera, as if he isn't aware he's being filmed. Except, he's very aware he's being filmed.

More than aware, this is deliberate. And that much is obvious when he suddenly just smirks almost knowingly. The face pulls back, he lifts a single eyebrow then lets it fall back down again in a quick gesture, waves a the screen, and ends the feed without saying a word. The message would get across to anyone who knew his face, and the message was a simple one: Roll Call!

He's also fishing for attention from anyone curious enough to respond. He's confident in his ability to draw attention to himself without saying a single word.]


Private to Steve Rogers )
henrydaniel: (; look at that pensive little face)
[personal profile] henrydaniel
My dad's gone. I think he'll be back. I guess.

If you know Neal Cassidy, he went...


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

He just left.

Oh, and if you missed it my grandma...well, Belle, she left too. For good, though.
krmvgivv: (yeah even jack is always looking for jac)
[personal profile] krmvgivv
[Dipper is practically vibrating with excited energy as he turns on the camera, grinning in a way that's pretty rare for him.]

So, uh, hey guys. Seeing as nothing's currently trying to kill us, I had an idea.

[He sits back and holds up a colorful box triumphantly.]

Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons! [He puts it down and pulls off the cover of the box, pulling out a thick manual marked "Rules, Vol 1," hugging it to his chest.]

It's a great game! There's graph paper and dice and imagination and fighting stuff with magic and... oh, right, in some worlds there might be a game called "Dungeons and Dragons" that's similar to it. [He rolls his eyes. Wirt might have informed him of what his world's version was called, but Dipper still thinks it's stupid. It's not like there's always dragons involved.]

It's a lot of fun. I was thinking of getting a game going. Anyone in?

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Oct. 1st, 2015 10:07 pm
agentxthirteen: (04: why did sitwell just come)
[personal profile] agentxthirteen
[ Unlike her first video, there are now faint shadows under Sharon's eyes. Despite that, she looks better - and feels better - than she has in a while. She's sitting at the desk in her room, papers scattered on the bed behind her. She's got a stack in front of her, too, out of sight below the screen. She holds up one of the papers for the camera, and flashes a quick grin. ]

Since this place runs on our memories, and makes us relive the worst, I'm putting together a questionnaire to give people who are already here and any new people who come in. The goal is to have an idea of what events we might face and to prepare for them as much as we can.

If you have any suggestions for what to include, I'd appreciate it. If you want to skip suggestions and tell me what to look out for, do. I'm looking for anything that might be used against us in an event - if you're from a world where zombies have taken over, or magic can make people turn against each other, you know, stuff like that. If you don't want to tell me here, I'm staying in room 13 on the ninth floor. You can tell me privately or leave a note there.

Thanks in advance.
onevice: ([sigh] quiet like a fight)
[personal profile] onevice
[ Snow has lived for hundreds of years, and as a consequence, she's become an expert of masking her feelings through almost any hardship imaginable. Still, it's difficult even now to keep the loss from reaching her eyes, though it stays out of her official, but cold tone as she addresses the network. ]

Charming - from Fabletown, not Storybrooke - disappeared recently, in case any of you met him. And... Bigby Wolf. I think he -

[ She cuts off, swallowing, measuring her words. ]

... His room is cleaned out. I know well enough what that means. With the pair of them gone, I'm the last from my world still here.

[ "I can take care of myself. I've been doing it for centuries." Yet, somehow, she'd thought Wonderland would be different.

At least Bigby is back with their children, she thinks, but it still stings like a fresh wound. ]


Bigby had an office on the first floor. I'm not sure if it's still there, but you're welcome to use the space if you need it for any reason.

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Sep. 10th, 2015 08:48 am
outofthebreach: Casual, Serious, Curious, Upset, (043)
[personal profile] outofthebreach
[ Brennan appears on the video screen this morning looking rather frazzled, tired and visibly strained. It looks as if the man hasn't slept in a while, despite it being into the later hours of the morning and the video feed starts with him wearily scrubbing a hand over his face before addressing the Network with a serious expression. ]

Right. What do we do around here when we can't find someone? Do I need to report it to someone? His things are still here, but my companion's been missing since late yesterday afternoon. It's not like him so yes, I'm rather concerned.

Would anyone have any suggestions on where I might look?

Or, alternatively, if anyone spots a lost-looking Tevinter mage with a rather noticeable mustache, I'd appreciate you directing him my way. If he's only gotten himself immersed in some sort of project and lost track of time, I may have to strangle him.

[ AKA, Dorian's vanished for a canon update. Sorry, Wonderland, Brennan's still learning the ropes about this place. ]
assistanting: (but don't anymore)
[personal profile] assistanting
[when the video feed opens, April is wearing a super lame witches hat the closet coughed up from an after sale at Spirit: The Halloween Store and a black dress. She's holding a broom.]

Hey Wonderland-ers, guess what? It's September, which means it's almost October, which means you're running out of time to plan for Halloween.

For those of you that come from some lame world that doesn't know what Halloween is: basically it's a night where we celebrate the gifts that Satan and his circle of whore-witches have given to us throughout the year by dressing up as creepy monsters, giving poisonous candy to children, and murdering people to drink their blood and offer it in His name.

[she smiles!!!! and then laughs]

Blood orphans.

[then she frowns, as if remembering something from home. give her a minute, and then she's back to your once in a lifetime chance to see april "happy"]

Anyway, obviously, some people don't have to dress up because they're already scary monsters, but, like, if they want to dress up as someone else, too, that's cool. As your supreme leader, I delegate myself as official Halloween Party Queen, and making this claim over a month in advance, so don't try to hold a cooler party than me -- [she stares into the camera meaningfully] That means you, especially, Wonderland. I will not be outstaged!

If anyone wants to, uh, help, I guess? Leave you name and preferred Wonderland-Halloween-Squad position here on this post.

Brace yourselves, Wonderland, Halloween is coming.
failedparenting: (28id: Kicked the oxygen habit)
[personal profile] failedparenting
[Generally John try to keep his drinking out of the public eye. Mostly he drinks in the bar or in his own room, bUT there are just some days you have to break your routine.

Being slammed into this place again and again like some meat yo-yo is really starting to do a number on his self respect.]


I hate this place. I really do.

[John drains the glass in front of him, refilling it with blessed whiskey. It's not even good stuff, because his personal philosophy is if you're just looking to drown your sorrows, it's unfair to the good whiskey to waste it if it's not getting tasted.]

I hunted this house once. We thought it was just a poltergeist, with ths things getting thrown around and messages on the walls. Routine. But no, the goddamn thins was alive. It moved the stairs and walls around, I swear to god it could breathe. Used the nails in the floorboards as teeth.

There was nothing we could do, so we just had to soak it in gasoline and torch the motherfucker.

[And there goes the second tumbler of whiskey.]

What I'm trying to say is, it's an option.

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Sep. 3rd, 2015 11:20 am
deadlystar: (skip the formalities)
[personal profile] deadlystar
[Don’t adjust your tint. The woman is green, not your screen. Gamora, a very unique looking woman unless one’s used to seeing someone with her particular shade of skin, looks into the video feed uncertainly but also with a note of defiance. She will not be intimidated by this… peculiar prison so easily. Sure, it may appear to be a comfortable mansion, but a place she is brought against her will is a prison no matter what it looks like.]

My name is Gamora. It looks like we are all prisoners here. I have no quarrel with you, but should you cross me, I will not hesitate to deal with you in ways you won’t enjoy. Let’s make that clear from the start.

[She is a captive, right? And she doesn’t know if the people here are hostile or not. She’s not about to let this turn into her last prison visit.]

This is not the first time I’ve been in a prison, though this one doesn’t look like the typical style I’m used to seeing. It’s far too… well, it doesn’t matter if it’s reasonably comfortable or not.

[The less sense it all makes the more irritated she gets.]

Who is in charge here? I demand to know why I've been brought here and where my crew is.

[Whoever is in charge is probably going to get punched or worse.]

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Aug. 29th, 2015 10:19 pm
radiopalkiller: (just a cigarette)
[personal profile] radiopalkiller
That's two negative votes on the network already, and I'm sorely missing the rousing speeches in Hydra's favour. Honestly, what sort of proper evil organisation doesn't even spring for an informative brochure?
lightgunhustler: (263)
[personal profile] lightgunhustler
[Jo is in the bar when the video feed goes live; from what can be glimpsed over her shoulder, the place looks relatively normal-- maybe a little brighter than normal, but what really stands out is the long, long line of empty shot glasses lined up on the bar itself and an assortment of roughly two dozen bottles that have all been pulled down from the top shelf, whatever top shelf in Wonderland is actually worth.]

So this is a little overdue; there hasn’t really been a good time for it thanks to holes in the sky and then zombies, and it sounds like we’re due for something else soon, but--

But! [ And here Simon appears from behind her, leaning in to peer into the camera from where he perches with his chin on her shoulder, grinning cheerfully. ] But we meant to have a party up here like, a week ago, so we’re squeezing it in now before something worse happens, because such is our luck. Awesome, I know, right? But this time we have something to celebrate, so…

[Jo swats at him a little, ducking out from beneath his chin. although she’s grinning just as broadly as he is.]

A few people already know, but we got engaged last month and still haven’t had the chance to drink to it properly! We were hoping people would decide to come by the bar tonight and help us out with that part-- there’s way too much for just the two of us.

[There’s also food, for anyone who doesn’t feel like getting smashed is the best way to celebrate.]

So she keeps telling me. [ Simon rolls his eyes at that, but his grin is still lingering and cheeky. ] Anyway, there’s plenty, and it’s an open invitation to friends and strangers alike, so anyone who feels like stopping by for a little fun and food, you can find us at the bar on the fifth floor.

(OOC: Network responses will come from both Simon and Jo, feel free to specify if you want one of them in particular! Anyone who wants to come party, there’s a designated thread for mingling below!)
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[personal profile] eatyourdirt
[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?

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Aug. 17th, 2015 05:30 pm
charlastan: Razzle Dazzle - Chicago (Above the roar?)
[personal profile] charlastan
[Alright, Stan's been stuck in Wonderland about a month now, and he's almost got the hang of these dumb phones. It's about time he graced the population at large. Besides, something's been bugging him about this place, but you'd never know it looking at the beginning of this feed - if anything, it resembles the beginning of an over-rehearsed commercial. He has a showman's grin and a new 8-ball cane he's cobbled together out of stuff from the closets.]

Hey there, Wonderland! I'm Stanford Pines! International - and now apparently interdimensional - Man of Mystery!

[He gestures widely as he talks, a sort of mock friendliness. Look at this guy! This is a guy you can trust with your money and your dimensional travel secrets.]

Now, I'm not new-new. I've been here a few weeks, and I've already gotten the crash course in being trapped in another universe by now. I don't need any of that from you handsome citizens of Wonderland. [Eyebrow waggle.] But there's one tiny thing that I don't get about this place...

[It's actually not that tiny and it's been bothering the hell out of him ever since he got here. Really, he should have asked the second he turned up, but he was kind of busy dealing with evil doubles at the time. It's the first thing any good vagabond should find out when they turn up in a country they don't recognize.]

What's the currency in this joint anyway? US dollars? Pesos? We on the gold standard here? Every prison worth its salt at least has some kinda cigarette economy! What's the deal here? I know about the closets and all, but what else is there?

[Because that can't be it. He's seen people talk about jobs around here and someone's gotta be paying them something. People don't just do things for free.

He puts that show face back on though and winks at the camera.
] Any help would be greatly appreciated, Wonderland. [And rather than get up and turn the camera off, he smacks his phone off whatever he has it balanced on with his 8-ball cane. That'll probably shut it off, right?]
eatsyourscience: (everyday is pretty much the same)
[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[It's pretty early on the second day of the event--it's only just turning light outside--when Souji turns his camera on an interesting device he's made from stuff he's found around the area.]

I had to make one of these for a project in middle school. [He turns the camera around to point at himself.] I thought it might be handy if we manage to draw a crowd.

[Next, he turns the camera on a pile of junk--but heavy and sharp looking junk--that he's gathered. Based on his other zombie-event experiences, this stuff should work well enough.]

I'm going to need a hand to try it out, if anyone has some time.
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[personal profile] luckynumberthree
[ Waking up to the sight of an all-too familiar tent over his head instead of his room's ceiling is enough to spur Simon fully awake with a panic attack practically clawing its way up his throat, terrified thoughts of I'm back, I can't be back! nearly deafening him over the roar of adrenaline that instantly snaps him into the present.

The sight of Jo still stretched out beside him on the narrow army bed, pressed close and slowly waking up in response to his own abrupt jerk upwards, is both baffling and reassuring.

Not back, then. Not the end of the world. She wouldn't be here if it were.

But apparently Wonderland's trying its hand at it all the same. Shit.

After several moments to throw on his clothes and a step outside to get his bearings - and reassure himself that yup, he's really standing in the middle of Abel - Simon flips open a video feed to give the rest of the Network an idea of what they're in for. ]


Good moooorning, Wonderland.

Simon here, and if you're awake already, you've probably noticed that we're not in Kansas anymore. Or anything resembling anywhere you want to be. Yeah, me too. Sorry about that.

Welcome to Abel. If you value your lives, your brains, and your oh-so-pretty faces you'll keep yourself nice and comfy within the walls. Trust me, you really don't want to go out there unless you know what you're doing, and probably not even then. This is the Zombie Apocalypse, folks.

No, I'm not pulling your leg. Yes, I've been here before. So have Sam Yao and Doctor Maxine Myers, who I'm assuming will toss their two cents in presently. So if you have any questions or concerns, seek out one of us - Maxine will be in the clinic - that'll be over on the eastern side of the settlement - and Sam will most likely be in the Comms shack - you can't miss it, it's the tiny building that smells distinctly of marmite and looks like it has a spacecraft collection of radio towers atop it. As for me, you can find me either on the front porch of the Farmhouse to answer questions or keeping an eye on the walls, unless they need me outside for something.

Basic Zombie 101, for those of you who've never watched a horror movie - don't let them get anywhere near you. They've nearly wiped out humanity as we know it and they pass on the Grey Plague from either blood or saliva. Some of them are damned fast and nothing stops them from coming at you unless you destroy the brain or sever its connection to the spinal cord. Blunt trauma works best, so does a bullet, but those are extremely rare these days and gunshots tend to draw the attention of even more of them, so use those sparingly.

If you get bit, infected... [ He pauses, sighs and rakes a hand wearily over his face, because part of him suspects this is going to as bad if not worse than the days of the original outbreak. Some of these people have no idea what it takes to survive in a place like this. ] Don't get bit. There's no known cure. If the infection takes hold - and it almost always certainly will - you have minutes or hours before it kills you. After that, your corpse will get back up and go after the nearest living person, no matter what they meant to you alive. The dead don't recognize anything but food. If you've been infected - bit, scratched, anything - you need to let someone in authority know or you need to get yourself as damned far away from the settlement as you can. Entire cities were destroyed overnight from one infected let inside and within hours that's thousands of new zoms to wash over the next town. I know the term 'mercy killing' isn't something in most people's vocabulary, and that's not a bad thing, but if it's not something you're comfortable with, you find someone who is. That's harsh, but this is Wonderland. Don't forget this is an event. It's going to be over in a few days. Do your best to stay alive and keep as many of the people alive around you as you can.

The town has rations stored up and some meds, but I don't know how much yet, that's going to be something we'll all have to figure out, because I don't know how long Wonderland's going to keep us here. And since there's only the three of us that are familiar with how things work, we're happily going to be taking volunteers to help keep things running and keep the rest of you from dying. If you're interested, seek out one of us and we'll find you something to do. Believe me, there'll be plenty and most of it won't even be gross or dangerous, I promise.

If you have any questions, come find me, or leave me word here. I'll try to keep myself visible and available to anyone that needs me, and I'm sure the others will, too. If anyone does need to venture outside the walls, check in with Sam first. He'll get you set up with headsets and weapons and be your eyes and ears out there. He's got cameras and surveillance hacked in every direction for as far as you can go in a day or so - it's his job to keep people alive, let him do it.

Stay safe, Wonderland.

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Aug. 3rd, 2015 11:05 am
thesamurai: (; okay i'm listening)
[personal profile] thesamurai
[When Carl left, it hurt, but Michonne and Rick had each other, and she had the advantage of knowing more of the future, could assure Rick that Carl was safe. She comforted Rick, took to his bed, did something she shouldn't have because she knew it'd end like this. Here, it's disappearances, at home it's death. She'd told herself after Andrea and Hershel, no more getting close to people.

But then, it's never as simple as that.

When she wakes up alone, she just knows. She can feel it, and his things are gone, save for his shirt - the one she'd tossed on in the middle of the night when she got up for a drink.

She knows he knew a few people here, mostly the same ones she did, so she sends a message, not filtering it to be sure she leaves no one out:]


Rick Grimes left. His son did too, a while ago.

[Once it's sent, she goes to the bar, sits at the very end, and orders a glass of whisky, neat. But after the first sip, she's mostly staring off into space, just thinking, not really there for the drink so much as the atmosphere.]

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Aug. 2nd, 2015 09:50 pm
intelligently: (ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɴᴇᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ)
[personal profile] intelligently
( The pink background of the walls and cushions behind Lydia should, for anyone that's seen her room or a video reply from her before, tell you where she is. Other than back in the mansion. She'd make a fanfare about being gone and back but it's old hat by now, and she has something more important that she is puzzling out )

How much does something have to feel like a deja vu before it could be real?

( There's a frown and Lydia's gaze drifts down from the video to something off screen - the book that's causing this puzzlement )

Not even deja vu. Just familiar.

( Her voice is quieter, Lydia a little absorbed in looking at the book to remember for those seconds that she's still broadcasting. And then, as if it had been nothing, her gaze is back at the camera, as focused as she was before )

If only I could be certain about the connection.

( How much does it have to do with home? Is it even real? What did Malia really see? )

But that's something else. ( Something she'll have to puzzle out before knowing what it might mean. Moving on. She shifts a little on her bed, straightening, and trying to mask the small twinge of pain from her stitches as she does ) There is something else I have to know. Who has my dogs?

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Aug. 1st, 2015 04:01 pm
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[personal profile] naughty_nurse
 Um... excuse me. I'm sorry for bothering all of you again.

I... n-noticed a lot of you are very close. There are groups of allies and good people. So... so maybe... I thought I could get some advice.

How does someone make friends? It's something I've never really been able to accomplish, but that's probably my own fault...

[That dissolves into pitiful mumbling.]

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[personal profile] beforeblue
[He hasn’t had a headache like this since that club when they’d had shore-leave on Casbah, and York had got him completely wasted on what York had sworn was a cocktail but Wash is still convinced was actually paint stripper and artificial flavouring. The next morning had been hell. He’d had gunshot wounds more pleasant than the hangover.

There had been that blond woman there. He remembers her. She’d been-

No, no that wasn’t right. She’d been- she’d been Allison and he is- he was?

Wash opens his eyes, stares at the sky. Blue. Clouds. Like the little house where he lived with-

No.

He reaches up, clutches the side of his helmet when a spike of pain stabs through his skull. Rips the helmet off as quickly as he can. Its not as quick as he’d like when he has to unfasten the seals. Hurls it to the side and sucks in a gasp of clean unfiltered air.


No. He’s Agent Washington. David. Not-

He can’t quite grasp the memories. Just out of reach when he tries, then creeping into the corners of his vision when he isn’t trying.

Better to focus on the here and now. The tangible reality around him. There’s grass beneath his fingers, blue sky above him. Can’t remember the last time he felt grass. When he sits up, he can see a- a hedge? A hedge that runs along, drags his gaze with it until it comes to a large, fancy looking house. No, a mansion. Is this Earth?

But he’d been on the ship. He’s sure that memory is real. Is his. Where the hell is he?]



Later

[The network here won’t link to his HUD. It’s this book thing instead with an interface that defies anything he knows. He’s flipped through a few of the entries, got a feel for what’s going on, what the natives are like.

Every single person is completely insane. He is literally the only person here who isn’t crazy. Worst vacation ever, of all time.

Helmet off. It makes him uncomfortable to do it, makes him look like a kid, but the armour doesn’t always go down well in civilian populations. Might as well try to make nice.]


I’m Agent Washington of the UNSC.

I need to know if anyone has had contact from… [The Director? No, the thought makes him recoil. Carolina? York? Maine?] …from anyone else who uses a US state as a name. [That was the easiest. Set it up as a military thing, which is was. Just without mentioning the Project.]

Also, this closet thing? You have got to be kidding me, right?

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Jul. 18th, 2015 05:55 pm
formerlydangerous: (Sizzling Cross)
[personal profile] formerlydangerous
[Hi Wonderland. There's a sizzling vampire on the other end of the video feed, holed up in... somewhere in the mansion. He looks annoyed. He usually is when Wonderland plays these games.]

Those rips in reality? Yeah, steer bloody clear of those! Bad enough they decided to relocate the kitchen and dining room out in the middle of bloody nowhere, but now these fancy little rips can drop a bloke from the hallway to the forest in broad daylight! Not a fun run back to the mansion if you're of the night-walking sort!

[Spike... has pretty much already announced a few times that he's a vampire over the network, so this shouldn't come as much of a surprise to most. He just doesn't care.]
malefice: ✗do not steal!!! (ᴅᴏᴏʀs sʟᴀᴍ)
[personal profile] malefice
[ Kol looks tired, unimpressed even as he addresses the network. ]

I'm well aware there are quite a few spooks here, things that go bump in the night. I'm looking for one of you that's got mental abilities - compulsion, mind bending, whathaveyou. [ He waves a hand uninterested in semantics. ] I'll make it worth your while. [ What does that even mean....? ]

And if you're a vampire, don't flatter yourself, you're not strong enough to poke around in me head.

[ With that he ends the feed. ]
pottershotter: (Nobody knows what the future holds)
[personal profile] pottershotter
[James has been busy today, but he's been in very good spirits lately. There's an extra skip in his step and a bright smile as he goes down every single hall in the mansion and tosses a red invitation beneath every door that looks like it might have someone living behind it. It reads:

James Potter & Lily Evans
Request the honour and pleasure
of your company at their marriage on
Saturday the twentieth of June
Two thousand fifteen
at three o'clock in the afternoon
in the Gardens of Wonderland.
Reception to follow in Ballroom


He's admittedly gone a bit overboard with distributing them. In addition to slipping them under doors, he's charmed several of them to stick to the walls and doors, and there are even some strewn about communal areas like the kitchen and the tea rooms. The idea is for no one to be able to go anywhere in the mansion at all without learning the good news - that not only are James and Lily getting married, but they have a date.

At some point in the middle of distributing them, James decides to take a break and sits right down on the stairs. He sends out a message to the network, holding up one of their invitations.
]

So! You might've found one of these already, but if not I'm sure you will soon - Lily and I are getting married! In two weeks!

[He sounds like he can hardly believe it himself. He's so excited, and so happy. Happier than he's been in a few weeks even.]

I just wanted to be absolutely clear - everyone's invited. We could all use a bit of a celebration, don't you think so? And we know there's always the chance an event could come and derail things - if that's the case, the 27th will be the...err. "Rain" date, let's say. [It's not really, but everyone knows what he means.]

Anyhow, I've got to give out the rest of these. [He waves the invitations in his hand.] We hope to see you all there!

[Then he stands up and shuts the camera off, getting back to work. He can be contacted by video, or he can be found distributing more invitations all over the place.]
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[ Elijah’s device comes to life for all of Wonderland to see. This time he’s not alone. He appears to be seated in the tea room with a certain witch and Mikaelson. One that he quite recently got into a little family squabble with. Just another day in the life of the Mikaelson family. It’s a miracle if they’re not fighting. Or perhaps something is very wrong. ]

It is with great sympathy that I announce to any and all who knew him that Niklaus Mikaelson has returned home. To be with my recently departed sister I hope.

[ And Hope. He won’t say that part verbally though. Hope’s still a bit of a secret. Something Elijah will kill to protect. ]

At least I hope he’s returned home. If someone’s done something to him--[ He shifts and clears his throat. ]--this is not a battle you want to start. [ Talking to you Dean Winchester. ]

What my brother means to say, [ Kol begins, easily enough once Elijah finishes. ] is that if either of us learn that this was some sort of attack on our dear brother, I won’t hesitate to hand you over to me brother here in a handbasket, as a nice tasty snack. [ Seriously, vampires are kinda gross, man.

Despite the seeming alliance with his eldest brother, Kol looks tense, and downright agitated - whether he’s as bothered by Nik’s disappearance as Elijah is or if he’s just bothered to be near Elijah, well, that’s anyone’s guess.
] Or I might just finish what I’ve started if you’re a certain hunter. [ Because GOD DAMN IT CAMI. But he had better things to do than hunt down errant hunters, and honestly Klaus made enemies by the second; he didn’t have time for them, not when he was trying to figure out how to soothe Davina’s nerves on the matter of Angelus.

The Mikaelson witch shook his head before turning his unimpressed gaze back to Elijah. He’s played nice, threatened the locals, can he go back to his girl now?
]

Must you? [ Elijah’s attention turns from Kol to the device. Don’t spread it around that Elijah eats people for fun. Any lives he takes have a reason behind the attack. ] I don’t drink from the vein, but if I suspect you had anything to do with my brother’s disappearance I will handle you accordingly. [ Which means he might just tear out your heart or just bat your head off. Whatever feels appropriate for the situation. Elijah gives a cordial smile before he nods his head. ] That’s all I have to say on the matter. Have a lovely evening.

[ ooc: the brother's will be responding accordingly. if you want a specific one make sure to designate in the title. otherwise it's possible you'll just get both. ]

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May. 29th, 2015 06:39 pm
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Cut for unnecessary introspection. )

[When Kaneki finally does appear on the network, he makes himself use the video function. If he's going to do this, he should at least have to look people in the face. Hiding behind audio seems like it would just add to the cowardice of waiting for days to do this at all.

The video makes clear the last few days haven't been easy for him. He hasn't slept much--though he has been eating fairly well, for once--and the circles under his visible eye gives that away. His left eye, as usual, is hidden behind a temporary medical eye patch. It helps him feel a bit more normal to be wearing it.]


...

[It takes him a few seconds to finally speak. He knows what he wants to say, but the words are slow in coming. They're almost painful when he forces them out.]

...I just wanted to apologize. I can't...really fix things. I don't know if I'll be allowed to try.

[He balks and swallows hard before continuing.]

I can explain things, if anyone...anyone wants that.

[It seems like the most ridiculous offer anyone could make. An explanation for why you tried to kill and eat someone doesn't really do anything to fix the encounter, and it doesn't provide an excuse for why he let himself get into that state in the first place. But it's the only thing he knows to do--and maybe people deserve to know.]

What I am--

[He stops again and shakes his head. Offering that confession to everyone in Wonderland, affected by him or not, is more than he can handle. He'll tell people who ask, but he can't do it publicly like this.]

I-I'm sorry. That's all.

[With that abrupt ending, he cuts the feed.]

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May. 24th, 2015 07:42 pm
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Back home, I used to teach the children of Vega about our past and our hope for the future. That one day, humanity would be saved and we could rebuild again.

[She doesn't want to speak or show her face, preferring to use text.]

I want to see that day come, but being here is preventing that and I think I'm struggling a little. I'm the kind of person who does her best to rise above any doubts. Guess I'm having a bad day today.

[Being here also meant that her baby, Alex's baby would never be born. It was probably the hardest thing to deal with.]

I know I'm not the only person who has bad days here so if you have any advice on what I should do, please share it. Thank you.
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Okay, look, we have a problem. I've been here for two months and I'm still not a vampire. Why did you think I was asking around? For research? There's a big opportunity here. Vampires don't have reflections. Wonderland has evil mirrors. This isn't that hard to figure out, people.

[april sighs and then heads out with the video outside her room to door of the ballpit, which now contains a new decoration.]

image under cut )

Anyway, vampires aside...[she points at the poster] If anyone sees this man/child attempting to enter the ball pit, please restrain him. I will reward you handsomely. Otherwise, the ball pit is still open to people but you may need to watch out for my new friends, Dracula, the Wolf-Man, and Van Helsing. [raccoons.] Stay cool, Wonderland.
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[ Someone doesn't seem to realise he's being broadcast, instead he's happily plucking bottles of alcohol out of his closet. ]

And how many bottles of bourbon does it take to get Damon Salvatore drunk... [ Well, he's done worse than talk to himself, but what is probably more alarming is from where the camera is aimed at him, at least six bottles of Buffalo Trace Kentucky Bourbon can be seen.

It's probably a good thing he's doing something other than annoy Evie on the beach... Because really, that's all he was doing. At one point he even threw a towel down and said he was working on his tan...

When he turns around with a seventh bottle, he seems to notice that his phone's recording him.
]

For anyone curious, the answer is at least seven.
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[Oh, he looks so enthused to do this when the feed opens, but his expression gently takes on a more welcoming and charismatic visage.]

I am Loki, no longer one-of-a-kind here in Wonderland. Many of you know me as the villain, monster, God of Lies, but you should all know by now that I possess a deal of magical ability. I specialise in illusions and deception, however I am not shy to offensive and defensive magics.

[He gives that a moment to sink in and decides to continue. Now was as good a time as any with Captain Criticism briefly out of the picture to cast his judgement on Loki's actions.]

I am also aware that there are some of you here with, at the very least, an inkling of magical ability. It got out some time ago that I was secretly training young Kaplan in the development of his abilities, and while I do not have the desire to extend such extensive treatment to others, I will however offer basic training to aid those of you with the gift in its development. Be it setting you down the right path to learning your abilities or providing a training target for you to cast more powerful spells without the fear of injuring others, I may as well assist you. This is not out of sheer kindness, for those of you fearing ulterior motives. I may as well admit that it is out of self preservation. The more able magic users we have here to defend ourselves against threats, the more likely we are to succeed should... certain creatures resurface.

We have many such residents offering combative training, but few offering magical aid and I thought it was high time we correct this err.

[He managed to give an entire speech without a single lie. Half truths were not, in fact, lies.]

Private to Kol )

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