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[The Twins are on the roof, sitting precariously close to the edge, kicking their feet, which are dangling in the air. They appear to be...sulking.]

Why is it them?

We could have done it.

We can do intrigue.

We can do power.


[They sit and glower for a moment before Tweedledum sighs, seeming to deflate.]

But when there's only two instead of three...

Well, it's a bit limiting, isn't it?

And really, it's four and not three.

[Tweedledee nods sagely.]

Some will know better than others--

And not knowing can kill you.

video;

Jul. 10th, 2018 07:00 pm
eatsyourscience: (to tell about those woods is hard)
[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[Souji's in the diner, sitting at one of the booths. At the edge of the shot is a half-eaten order of french fries, because sometimes he actually eats the things he cooks. Quality assurance. You know how it goes.

He looks thoughtful as he addresses the network.]


I've been here a while. Over time, I've kind of come to like it. I don't feel like it's urgent to go home anymore.

[He frowns.]

I miss home. But I don't really mind being here.

[The words Stockholm Syndrome come to mind, but he's not going to say them.]

So...why is it you want to leave? Or stay, if you'd rather do that.
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[There were a few places in Wonderland where Minato liked to practice violin. He hadn't had a chance to practice lately, especially with the last few events, the chess game still on his mind too. Thus playing his violin was a way to not just practice, but give him some time to think or let the violin do the talking or expressing for him.

He wandered to the different locations since each place offered its own unique surroundings and environment. He can be found in the ever elusive Music Room, or sometimes on the Roof, or sometimes outside in the Gardens. He was happy to talk to anyone and didn't think they'd be interrupting.

But his violin could only say so much. He did have to help it along too. He had been thinking about the way life and death were treated in Wonderland, and sent out a video message with his question, which he hoped wasn't too upsetting or depressing.]


If you knew you'd die tomorrow and wouldn't come back, what's that last thing you'd want to do or say?
alsoagirl: "Tim McGraw" (Okay so what ha' happened was)
[personal profile] alsoagirl
[ When the feed starts up, Jessica's sitting there with her lips pursed like she's sucking on a lemon drop. She had a willing person. She'd done this before. Badly one of those times, but--well, whatever! She had a plan this time so potential death wouldn't happen again.

She clears her throat. She'd had plenty of time to rehearse this and get used to being able to send videos instantly--Youtube was still a baby in her time, okay--so here goes! ]


Hey, Mah-nato? Mee-nato? God, I hope I'm sayin' your name right. Uh, anyway. I know you been through some crazy shit, but I'm 'bout ready for some blood, if you don't mind.

[ She breathes out. He was so nice, so she was sure it'd be okay to ask, even if the timing was shit. But with all that fuckery on Monday, she felt like she needed it. ]

Lemme know when's good for you? 'Kay, bye.

[ After a few seconds of awkward silence, she makes a soft "oh!" sound before she remembers to shut the feed off. Well, that was easier than she thought it'd be!

Too bad she didn't realize her private message was far from private. Maaaaybe she should've played around with her device more. ]
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[personal profile] bewhatyouseem
[ It has been 24 hours since the chess match and after some impatient redecorating, everyone's feeds - Mirror and Real alike come to life with a video set to Baroque music. There is no speaking yet, simply a slide show displaying various parts of the new Mirror side of things. It's an introduction of sorts.

  • The new Throne room which is where the Real side's ballroom is located.
  • Though the White Queen's mirrors can't go without a ballroom of their own.
  • Finally, her own chambers are displayed, with everything neat and orderly, and all signs of the Queen of Hearts (including all of her very odd...pieces and parts of things in jars) completely gone.

    The music fades out, and soon the White Queen, sitting on her throne graces the screen. She is addressing both sides today, however they won't be able to communicate to each other, only to her. ]


  • My dearest Mirrors and Reals,

    The time has come for us to put aside our differences and all the Queen of Hearts used to put you at odds with one another. We are, after all, one kingdom and as my sister the Red Queen proclaimed, we shall live in peace and harmony.

    [ It's not quite what she said, but it's close enough. ]

    From henceforth, I proclaim that no Mirror need to spy on the Real side on my behalf. You have no good graces to earn with me, no reason to bring me information about the other side. I, unfortunately, have no control over the events that occur, but let that be all the dear Reals must worry over. You have my word that there will be no command for you to hurt or kill and you must not live in fear of my mirrors only wishing to cause harm.

    ...Of course, I cannot help it if some mirrors do have this tendency, but I will not advocate it.

    Now, onto my new subjects. And to that point, what your former queen demanded of you.

    You will no longer be unmade at a whim. Please do not live in fear of a mistake. You aren't merely subjects, you are a people. From now on ruled by me, yes, but not as a figure to be feared or only one to please. I will create new mirrors as new Reals arrive, and you will all be cared for.

    There is one exchange I have made with Wonderland's magic, but that does mean we've had to give something up to have a bit of color. For too long our outside world has been black and white. No more.

    [ She pauses, then dramatically claps her hands, the sound echoing in the room. ]

    There are no more tea rooms on our side, dear mirrors. But you do now have a beautiful garden. The color is limited to the gardens only, but oh, I do hope you find it as glorious as I do. Please, do not confine yourselves to the indoors only.

    [ Go touch some grass, please. For her title being the White Queen, things aren't quite so blandly colored and she smiles with a soft nod of her head. ]

    I urge any of you, real and mirror alike, to now take this time to introduce yourselves. I'm quite curious about you all. Though I will say, you will be speaking only to me and at this time, Reals and Mirrors will not be able to address one another.
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    They say that keeping secrets is bad for our wellbeing.

    [And Pearl knows a whole lot about just how bad keeping a secret can be for one's wellbeing, especially when said secret is forced into her and she is physically unable to speak the truth even thousands of years after the matter.]

    [Yes, that hurts quite a bit.]

    So I was thinking that we could all partake in an anonymous confessional! I'll go first, of course.

    [She wonders if the truth would work over text, but oddly enough, she is too scared to try in front of so many people. Not scared that she could be free from the burden at last, but scared that it will be just as fruitless, and she'll have to face the reality of her apparently eternal mental captivity once more. Clinging to that little glimmer of possibility feels infinitely better than destroying it outright.]

    [It wouldn't make sense to anyone but a few, anyways. Someday, somehow, the time will come. Hopefully. Maybe. Stars and heavens above, please. But for now, she had something a bit easier to stomach.]

    Okay. Okay.
    I like watching humans sleep sometimes.
    alltheways: (All the ways belong to me)
    [personal profile] alltheways
    [The Red Queen is not smiling. Her hands are folded in front of her, her expression serious, almost hard.]

    My dear Real Things, I have a request.

    [She raises a hand as though reaching out for the hand of another, appealing to anyone watching.]

    It seems that my sister’s battle lust will not be satisfied without a fight. Despite my wishes otherwise, I must implore you to help me. However, I do not want to force you.

    [And she could, one way or another, if she had to.]

    I would like volunteers to assist me. But I must be honest: this time, I cannot guarantee your safety. This is not a challenge to take on lightly. As much as I abhor the idea, I may need you to fight for me.

    [She folds her hands again, her expression saddened.]

    I will do all that I can to protect you, whether you fight for me or not.

    [Note: If you have volunteered your character, you can either respond here to ICly volunteer or handwave a conversation with the Red Queen about volunteering. Characters who were not OOCly volunteered within the allotted time frame can still respond to this post; just be aware that late volunteers will not be accepted.]

    video;

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

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

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

    Should we...I don't know, designate someone to look after them?
    entreats: (she swears that there's no difference)
    [personal profile] entreats
    I know this is probably going to look really weird between all this talk of war and what happened a few days ago.

    [ It's just what happens when you're used to shitty lethal situations and your only coping method turns into just ignoring it as much as you can while you're not in the middle of it.. ]

    But I'm looking for book recommendations. Specific books, genres, whatever I can find in the library. I don't suppose there's some handy books that have literally all information about this place there. Being in this place has gotten me through books way too quickly, and I need something to pass the time with that isn't ridiculous ill-suited for me like training. I'll just be fine with getting my ass handed to me, I guess.
    jivitadana: (> ♪ Delicato...)
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    [With the impending war or whatever threat of destruction looming ahead in the next couple of weeks, Minato had been thinking about what the war actually meant or what "war" would actually entail. He knew that they should all make preparations and to that end, he was more than willing to assist with that and with any healing that might be needed.

    There was something else though that he wondered about: Their opponents, who at this point seemed to be the Mirrors, but who knew. But still, it made him think more about the Mirrors themselves and what the war could mean for them.

    Thus Minato was now wandering the halls and different public rooms, looking at all of the glass mirrors for any activity too. Just in case.]


    Whenever someone loses a memory here, like a word or phrase, doesn't that person's Mirror retain it?

    [If he understood how Wonderland worked, but then again, did he really? They knew where memories were supposed to go, but what did that mean then for the Mirrors?]

    Do we know why the Mirrors exist? How do we know that we're not the Mirrors here and that they're the real ones?
    spiritofgoodness: (➳ 80)
    [personal profile] spiritofgoodness
    [ Snow hasn't slept since she woke up. For the first time in so long, she's had nightmares about the burning room in the Netherworld, of being trapped in flames the way she was during the sleeping curse. So, she simply isn't going to sleep until she can talk to Regina and see about some kind of potion or magic that can put her under without having to dream of anything at all. Hopefully, something like that exists.

    But this means that she's dwelling on what happened. Her death in protecting Emma, the fact that her daughter was indoctrinated anyway. And that leads her to late night texting. ]


    For those of you that have family here, how do you deal with the idea that you can't always protect them?

    [ It's not a concept that's new to Snow. She held her newborn in her arms for all of thirty seconds before putting her in a wardrobe that took her so far away. Snow has fought magic, ogres and Lost Boys for her daughter but this time she failed. This time, she couldn't keep the worst from happening. ]

    I realize it's a broad question. But I'm not sure I've ever thought I couldn't protect my daughter before. Not until the past few days happened. Maybe I just needed to get the words out. It's much easier to type them than to admit them out loud.
    uncoils: (You can see it when the smoke clears)
    [personal profile] uncoils
    [It's been a few days, and Jolyne hasn't really felt like talking about the horrible space weekend, and she's pretty sure the answer is no, but she still figures she should check. Sure, she's been here for almost two years and hasn't seen it happen yet, but there's people who have been here way longer than she has and would probably know more than she does.]

    Things like that don't happen twice right? So it won't happen again? Or if it does it'd be like how every time the zombies happen, they're different?

    [Not that she really wants to deal with Reapers and indoctrination but now with a new hat or whatever variation Wonderland would like to spit out next time.]

    Just checking, that's all.

    video;

    Apr. 24th, 2018 08:46 am
    beautifullies: (⌘ 263)
    [personal profile] beautifullies
    [ When Claire appears on screen she is tense and no-nonsense, her hair pulled back. She's in the clinic, a cabinet with medical supplies clearly behind her. ]

    Good morning. In light of the announcement made by Alice last night, I thought I would inform you all of a change made to each floor. Before I do, please note that this does not A) guarantee that the mansion will stay in its usual form when things happen or B) promise that all stores of supplies will remain intact if the mansion does change.

    [ Which leaves her feeling a bit helpless as a doctor; what is she supposed to do when Wonderland takes everything away from them? It's as if it truly wants them to suffer at times. ]

    After creating a supply room of sorts on the second floor and stocking it, I waited from the first of the month to now to see if it would stick. It did, with not one item missing, even during the event two weeks ago. I decided to at least try this for the times magic simply will not work and abilities are dampened along with the closets. There are quite a few magical volunteers and medically inclined people, but there are over a hundred of us residents. We can't always be everywhere, especially during the chaos.

    On each floor, as close to the stairs as I could possibly manage, one room has been set up as a medical supply closet. The first-floor main clinic will serve its purpose with no additional supply room. In these rooms, you will find bandages, elastic wrap bandages, slings, medical tape, gauze, splints, instant cold packs, alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, antiseptic wipes, antibiotic ointments, cotton balls and swabs, disposable non-latex gloves, medical scissors and tweezers, a thermometer, syringes, medical cups and spoons, eye wash solution, and finally, hand sanitizer. There will also be a guide to help with basic first aid, along with instructions on how to do CPR and the Heimlich.

    [ Claire finally takes a breath and her face softens a bit. ]

    I'll put my concerns as plainly as possible. Many of you are my friends or acquaintances. I don't want anything to happen to you but this is Wonderland. Each event that has an announcement preceding it makes me worry. This may be all for nothing, or it could help. Utilize it if you need it, please. I'll check regularly to be sure supplies stay well stocked. If you have inquiries or concerns, you're more than welcome to let me know.
    gambolshroud: (33)
    [personal profile] gambolshroud
    [It's been two weeks now since her arrival. The device she’d eventually found on her person was almost exactly like the scroll she used back home, which made it easy enough to access the network and read through what it has to offer. She'd done her research before reaching out to anyone, reading through the pamphlets provided and even combing back through recent messages to see what other sorts of people might be here. All in all, it's been a full couple of weeks, not to mention she'd been more or less welcomed to Wonderland by an event that had people singing spontaneously about their passions, followed by— Well. She doesn't want to think about the part that came after.

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

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


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

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

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

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

    It's obvious that Wonderland itself has its own brand of magic. For those who can use it, have you found that the environment effects your own abilities?
    insincerecharm: (Seriously guys?)
    [personal profile] insincerecharm
    [Becks hasn't used, or even really looked at, the network much since she's been here. That in itself is kind of out of sorts, because usually that would have been the first place she went, and probably where she spent a large sum of her time. Reading over backlogs and the like, to see what she could glean from the masses about this place.

    But....

    Waking up from death does a lot to mix up your priorities. Imagine that.

    The... Event had not be great for her. She kind of lost herself to a lot of things going on in her head, things that bugged her, bothered her in a down-to-her-bones kind of way that she hated immensely. She wasn't what a person could call weak, but god, she felt it lately.

    Still does, even now, as she pieces together this post. Hidden behind a wall of anonymity that would have Georgia giving her, her best 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed' face if she knew she was making it this way.

    Normally, Rebecca had no problem signing her name to anything and everything she ever wrote, or said, in any manner or fashion. But this... this was a little easier to do with that step outside of herself.]


    Not gonna lie. I'm a little ashamed of myself for doing this, at least...doing it the way that I am. It's not really me, to hide behind a mask, but...I don't think I could do this without it right now, so...here I am.

    Here's my question for the Wonderland masses:

    How many of you can say this place is a second chance on borrowed time?

    I know I can't be the only one who died back home. I don't know about the rest of you, but I know I feel like being here completely steals away everything I stood for, everything I died for.

    I died for a purpose. With a purpose. It was the right decision for everything that was going on. My death meant my people survived, and the people that deserved it would be getting the information we needed to share. I was okay with it. At peace with it.

    And then I woke up here.

    And it was all ripped away from me.

    I don't know how to cope with it. I really don't. And that bugs me, a lot, because I'm totally the 'get up and push on' kinda person, so feeling this lost and stuck is weird and new and I hate it. And I want to fix it.

    Or at the very least, commiserate with people that maybe can understand this feeling on a personal level.

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    [personal profile] burns_brighter
    [ A pair of violet eyes take up the screen for a moment before the camera is pulled back to show the grinning face of a seventeen year old girl.]

    Heeeeeey Wonderland! Whats shakin'? I'm Yang and this....

    [ She leans away from the camera clearly trying to grab someone. But that someone is too fast and is out of the room before Yang can get a good grip on her. She turns back to the camera with a shrug. ]

    Ok, that was Blake. You can all meet her later.

    I have a very serious question for all of you, what the hell was with all that singing? Please tell me that doesn’t happen every weekend. I mean I like a good song now and then but that was a little...much.

    [ She flops backwards dramatically landing on a bed -not her bed, because her bed is suspended above this bed using books. Its fine. The laws of physics don’t apply to her. ]

    Besides singing what’s there even to do around here. I’m assuming you don’t have any Grimm to fight. Lame.

    So what’s keeping you all from going crazy? Assuming you haven’t gone crazy already.

    [ She pauses for a moment thinking and then clearly deciding. ]

    Also, whoever left that cake in the kitchen...hi. I ate your cake. Please make another.

    [ She winks before turning the device off. ]

    video

    Apr. 2nd, 2018 07:37 pm
    255000255000255: (Just Monika.)
    [personal profile] 255000255000255
    [ 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~
    gryphonlore: (gryphon - 1)
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    [ There is something out on the Checkerboard Hills. It appears to be sleeping, though after a minute or two of uninterrupted snoozing, there's a stretch revealing long lion's legs, a tail curling and wings unfurling. One eye opens, and then, the beak. ]

    So many observations about this world. That it takes and never gives.

    Typical.


    Your own insecurities will be your downfall. One would hope something inside of you could compel you to rethink your doubts. Being consumed, I fear, would be unpleasant.

    e m p t y.


    [ The gryphon stands now, talons digging into the ground, back stretching. ]

    I suggest finding a place within youself.

    That is, perhaps,

    more powerful than you ever knew.
    heroica: (you can call it what you want)
    [personal profile] heroica
    Greetings. [ Inhale, exhale. They still have time. ] For those of you I've yet to meet, my name is Robyn Cousland, one of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden. You don't have to know anything about the Order, but know that I have... some experience in leading others, and a great amount of exposure to war.

    [ Between Ferelden's civil war and the Blight... it was a lot, she thinks. ]

    I know that everyone here has their own strengths to share with others, so I thought that I might make an offer of my own. Since diplomacy has failed us, we must be ready for battle. I have experience creating traps, some basic poisons, and, perhaps most importantly, healing potions and poultices. I am a practiced archer, and I fight with my mabari - a war hound - at my side. If any of these things would be useful to you, I would be happy to give lessons for whichever of the above you would like to learn.

    [ Her jaw is tight, her expression strained. The Warden sighs, dropping her gaze. ]

    It sounds a bit - bleak, really, but I wanted to add that... you may want to think about the people and things most important to you, and the lengths to which you'd go to protect them. There may come a time when you have to place yourself in harm's way to keep them safe, and it's easier to be ready before that time comes.

    [ Speaking from experience? Definitely. ]
    modore: (↺ Enough to make my systems blow)
    [personal profile] modore
    [It's late in the evening and the feed is giving a low level view across the lake. For a moment or two, it's totally still. Nothing is happening, as though the device were switched on by mistake.

    Then, Satoru breaks the surface of the water, thrashing like he's drowning. It's a moment before he gets himself under control enough to drag himself out of the water, and even then, his movements are uncoordinated. He's visibly shaking with cold, as though it weren't a perfectly fine spring evening.]


    Th-this is...

    [He doesn't finish his statement, in part because his teeth are chattering too hard, and partly because it's obvious that he's back in Wonderland. He stares around himself for a moment before spotting the device, and when he grabs it, it shakes in his hands.]

    Is K-k-kayo still h-here? She...she is, right?

    [At least he's got it together enough to remember that, if he remembers this place, he probably wasn't gone for long.

    He tries several times to get to his feet before he manages it. Then he starts to stumble toward the Mansion. He's probably suffering from hypothermia, he thinks, so getting inside and getting warmed up again is vital.]

    video;

    Apr. 1st, 2018 12:01 pm
    beautifullies: (⌘ 263)
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    [ Claire is sitting at her desk in the clinic and clears her throat as the video comes up. ]

    Good afternoon. I realize there have been quite a few concerns regarding the announcement of war, but unless I've simply missed it, I haven't seen anything specifically regarding triage. We don't know what sort of battle this may be, and perhaps it won't be needed. That's just it though, we don't know, and personally, I would rather be prepared.

    As for my credentials, I've been a war medic. I've seen my share of fighting, and I have a medical degree, I'm a surgeon. What I would like is for those who can heal to be people I can count on. Since the last time I've requested this, individuals have come and gone, I'd like to be sure of our assets if you're willing. If not, there's no reason to feel you must.

    I can train those of you who might like to learn basic first aid, I'll be in the clinic, and I'll be available here as well if you'd like to have a conversation via the device. Thank you for your time.
    wriggedywrecked: by <user name="bureiku"> (every single person in this room is)
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    [War is stupid. Everything about this is stupid. The stupidest thing about all of this is that now he has to go ahead and try to finish the portal to the Mirrorside he's been building, despite telling George that he's not gonna do it. He has absolutely zero interest in the whole portal thing, but now, like, ugh, he has to do it or whatever because this stupid fucking war is happening and they're probably gonna need to do murders and assassinations and toppling heads of state or WHATEVER. Fuck this.]

    [He's got a more fun idea.]


    So I make weapons. There's a war about to happen. Tell me what k-kind of weapon you want and I'll make it. If you don't know how to use a weapon, I can probably make you something even a dumb shit like you can use. If you're a three-year-old child and need something that you won't accidentally kill yourself with, I can make you something. I'll put stickers on it. Whatever. I'm fucking bored. Give me sh-shit to do.

    Hit me up b-IIUUGRRRR-tches.
    magnetosphere: bangparty @ dw (⚡ make them gold)
    [personal profile] magnetosphere
    »» Lorna's permissions/opt-out post is here; I encourage checking it out if you haven't already, as her canon/character deals with some potentially sensitive issues! Some of which are alluded to in this post. »»



    [Lorna's been here a day or so, and has had some time to browse the network and some of her new surroundings -- what she can say for it, is that it's very unlike home. As weird as her universe had been.

    Anyway, cue one very unimpressed green haired woman in her very late 20s addressing the network for the first time in her own post here. She's still angry about everything back home, and she has no time for THESE GAMES, especially considering there is talk of an oncoming war here too. Great.

    A crackling green glow is twisting around her hand and the spoon in her cup of coffee is stirring the drink -- yet, she isn't touching the spoon. Spoilers: It's metal manipulation.]


    Okay. Here's the deal: Words come out of my mouth, then you all respond.

    [She tilts her head slightly to one side (the left, for those watching this), as if to say 'is that easy enough to ask?'. Like she's talking to three year olds.

    Actually, she's probably nicer to three year olds.]


    Which one of you shitheads -- [Lorna, that's not how you make friends; that is, in fact, literally the opposite of how you make friends ... as if she gives a fuck] -- wants to tell me why you're kidnapping mutants and bringing them to a place from a storybook that looks like as much of a bad acid trip as it is in every movie, hm?

    [She quirks an eyebrow, giving her sharp look an even more assertive and demanding edge to it.]

    Like, okay, I'm guessing not everyone here is a mutant from wherever the hell you all are from, but, still. At least taking one mutant is too much for my tastes -- had enough of that back home, thanks. [A very pointed and sarcastic thanks.] And shit, it's more comfortable here than my plastic government cell, but ... I'm still not a fan of the whole shtick. And who started this apparent oncoming war? Way to go, whoever it was.

    Also, by the way, whoever put it together, just an F-Y-I that the fucking welcome-or-whatever pamphlet reads like a snoozefest. Next time, just pass out condoms for the adults and candy for the kids.

    [Eye roll.]

    Anyone with a head on their shoulders that hasn't indulged in this koolaid shit can hit me up — just look for Polaris.

    [She looks like she's about to move to cut off the video, then pauses so she can add a final note.]

    Oh, and one more matter of importance: While I'm stuck here, I need to see a doctor sooner rather than later. So if you're one of those, contact me privately.

    [The feed becomes static-y, before abruptly cutting off.

    (OOC NOTE: Lorna is canonically in her first trimester of pregnancy, which is what her doctor addendum is about.) ]
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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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    Mar. 18th, 2018 11:37 am
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    [The news brought on less of a freakout than may have been expected. I mean, not no freakout, but... Maybe it's because Lapis was already feeling a bit defeated, and already distrusted the carnival anyway. Maybe the declaration of war wasn't really a new development at all, just the nadir of a long, slow sinking feeling, something awful and inevitable clicking neatly into place. Maybe it had always been waiting there in the background. Maybe this can make her feelings on Mirrors less complicated, not more.

    Because she had been thinking about trying to get better at dealing with them, but she had it all backwards, didn't she? She should be uncomfortable with the mirrors. She SHOULD hate them. Not because of her personal baggage, but because they're an enemy and they want to hurt everyone here. Maybe that would be easier.

    Every particle of her being still screams that she needs to flee, but then that has already been the case since the day she got here, and escape is still quite impossible. When time passes and Lapis works her way back down towards numb, she just wants to know how screwed she is.]


    so what can they do to us?
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    [The Red Queen stands on the main path in the garden, facing the Mansion. Stretching out behind her, covering the entire grounds, is a rather inviting scene. She’s smiling serenely, as usual, her hands clasped in front of her. Her broadcast appears on the networks of both the Real and Mirror sides of Wonderland.]

    To welcome the spring, I thought to give you a surprise. It was a challenge to prepare… [A slightly pained look crosses her face.] For my dear Bill has gone.

    [But then she’s smiling again, composure restored. She makes a controlled sweeping gesture with one hand.]

    Since you seemed to get on so well last winter, I thought I would extend an invitation to the Mirror Things as well as the Real Things. There is enough to go around, you see, and nothing should be wasted if waste can be avoided.

    [A pause, and her smile turns a bit mischievous.]

    That is, of course, if my dear sister will, in her good grace, allow her subjects a bit of long overdue fun.

    [She begins to make a gesture as though in farewell before pausing, and adding:]

    And don’t eat too much, now.
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     [Iiiit's Peridot. Standing in the garden and holding the camera of her communicator close to her face.]

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

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

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

    [she takes a deep breath.] DON'T TOUCH THEM. Or else.
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    [ 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? ]

    video

    Mar. 6th, 2018 08:30 pm
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    So...

    [The image behind Wendy is of a wall that looks a bit like a log cabin. Sprawled as she is, it's likely she's laying on a bed, half slumped against the wall.]

    For those of you that lived with other people back home, how do you get used to the quiet here? I mean, like there's all the craziness and madness and all but like at night, when things are all slow, and it's just you... Whaddya do?

    [Nope, she's not missing all that noise of brothers and all. Of course not.]

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