Jan. 16th, 2015 11:22 am
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[Billy knew she was gone before he even checked her room. When Kate didn't show up for their daily coffee date and no locator spell could find her he knew. He went straight to her room anyway, needing to see proof for himself. It was empty save for her bow which was sitting in the middle of the floor. Wonderland's way of giving him something of her's, or taunting him. He couldn't decide which.

He pulled out his phone and flipped it on pulling up a video feed. His face appears, sad, and more drawn than it normally is. It's been a long few weeks.]

Kate Bishop has gone home. So for anyone who knew her...yeah. She's gone back to California.

[He opens his mouth to say something else but thinks better if it. Sighing he ends the video. That's all anyone really needs to know. He picks up the bow and heads back to his room. First Tommy, now Kate. He really hopes Teddy isn't next.]


Jan. 14th, 2015 06:56 pm
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[ Lana's outside today, not in her Bombshell costume, but ready and willing to make something explode. ]

So, powers are back, those gross naked giants are gone, but these "fortifications" [ Complete with finger quotes, ] are still here. D'you think the Titans are coming back, or is it cool if I start blowing shit up?

'Cause I gotta tell you, feels real good to have my powers back.

[ She smirks at the camera. ]

If I don't hear from anyone, I'm just gonna start exploding the walls, 'kay?
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[Michonne's been in Wonderland for at least ten minutes. She's dirty, probably smells as bad as she looks, but she can't even register that right now. She just watched someone she cares about, someone in her family take a bullet to the head, watched as her body was laid down to be wrapped in a sheet, and the next thing Michonne knows, she's here. The device that was suddenly in her pocket is in her hand, and she has no idea that she's switched it on to video, her gaze focused but very intense. Her katana is on her back, a comforting weight, and for a few moments as she records she only stares, right into the camera as if the answers will appear. A loud sound distracts her, something from the woods making itself know, and she doesn't know what the hell it is, has never seen a titan before, but she understands now why the large building ahead looks prepped for a medieval fight.

Running and ducking, she tucks herself in tight against a wall before slipping in through a door, eyes wide with tightly controlled panic. It's only when she looks back down at the device that she notices it's been recording the entire time. With no idea who might be on the other end, she speaks, voice low.]

I don't know what the hell this is or what those things are, but this is bullshit.

[All she knows for now is that she doesn't trust this place. Not even a little bit.]

(ooc: find her in the mansion, or reply to her eloquent message.)
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[ It’s not every day that the people of Wonderland get good news, and boy has Dean gotten some— at least according to his brother. It’s why when the feed clicks on, the view is of both brothers leaving the Mansion, their destination becoming clear within the next few seconds. Parked just outside sits a car, black surface shining and spotless and perfect.

And Dean? Dean looks beyond excited, breaking away from his brother with a few quick steps as he approaches the newly arrived vehicle. Like a kid in a candy store, he huffs a laugh as he approaches it, hand reaching out to touch the Impala the moment he’s close enough, an undeniable gasp leaving him as he does. ]


[ Anything and anyone else seems to be forgotten after that, Dean’s focus entirely on the car. He all but embraces it, whispering —Sorry I left you, I’m back now, you’re so beautiful, I’ll never let anyone hurt or touch you again — things to what’s arguably a third Winchester by every standard except blood.

The reason it's all being recorded in the first place is due to Sam who, though the network can't see his face, has the whole scene playing out via his camera. The younger Winchester, who'd spotted the car earlier, just scoffs in honest disbelief. ]

Told you. I wouldn't've believed it, but... yeah. Guess she left it behind.

[ "For us" goes unspoken after the exceptionally awkward story that she'd elected to share with everyone. It's a backwards kind of bittersweet now that she'd gone, gifting them their literal mobile home. ]

Just wanted you to see it. I'll give you two a room.

[ With a little laugh, he turns away as if to head back inside. However, the video from the device switches to another recorded feed, one from a camera that Sam had stuck within the car before bringing his brother out. Apparently edited for content, a song queues up in the background to overlay the scene.

And what a scene it is. Anyone who actually decides it’s a good idea to keep watching will be subjected to more of, well, what’s already been going on. Dean’s all but kissing the car, rounding around the back until he’s at the driver’s side, then slipping in to sit behind the wheel. Hands feel down the steering wheel, then the side compartment — his cassettes, yes — and every inch of the car. All with Dean looking as if he’s been reunited with a long lost friend, words of affection still whispered to the car in a hushed tone.

Shh, this is a private moment. ]

( ooc; replies will come from both dean and sam )
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Eat! Devour! Swallow! Consume!

[ The Duchess' announcement sounds loud and fierce, from the mansion's very rooftop, and any device that would listen. But no sooner does her last scream ebb away, than her voice and face alike turn into a picture of quiet melancholy. ]

Would that we could leave it all behind. Alas, such matters make poor resolutions, for what certainty is there, truly, that we could become the hunters, and not merely food for another?

[ She looks towards the forest and lingers thus a moment longer, lest her silent dignity should inspire an artist to paint her greatness. Then she turns with flourish, and embraces the presence of her dearest audience at last. ]

Oh, oh! I do promise we shan't dwell on it a moment longer than we must! [ Her hands clap together with excessive cheer. ] You've all conducted yourselves rather splendidly, and did I not tell you that matters would resolve just as you all deserve? I am so very pleased with you today, and I should like to share a moral thought:

[ Cue the dignified pause for effect. Then: ]

Year's end is no end, yet neither is it beginning. 'Tis a continuance, with all the wisdom instilled by experience.

[ She smiles very, very warmly, and parts with her final thought: ]

Try to avoid the teeth this time, won't you?
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[When the video starts, James is outside, bundled up in a plain black cloak and leaning against a tree. It's a little cold, but not unpleasantly so, but there's one big draw to making such a broadcast outside - privacy. He's out not so much because it's a pleasant winter day, but because he doesn't want to be accidentally overheard.

That's how much he's been fretting about this. There is exactly one person in all of Wonderland who shouldn't hear this post, and he feels like she's going to sneak up behind him at any moment. But, he has no idea how to go about any of this at all, and it shows.

Hullo, Wonderland. I, err. ...Need some advice. Romantic advice. An absolute shocker coming from me, I know.

[He tries to laugh at himself a little to remove some of the awkwardness, but it doesn't work very well.]

Any help at all would be greatly appreciated, I assure you. And if we could keep this between us, and not mention it to Lily, that would be fantastic as well. [He can't help smiling a little at mention of her, though he does peek off into the distance to make sure she's not coming.] I'd rather keep it a surprise, and that'll be hard to do if she knows about it. Thanks.

[With that, he shuts off the camera. He already feels a little better just having put the request out there.]


Jan. 2nd, 2015 09:48 pm
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[Filtered from Billy.]

So, happy new year and all that aside, the holidays weren't exactly all that pleasant for everyone involved. But I say better late than never, right?

[Kate raises her eyebrows and grins earnestly. Her eyes then dart downward for a second to double check the filtering levels set. What good is a belated holiday gift if the recipient knows about it?]

Now that things have returned to normal - or whatever most closely passes for normal around here - I think we should continue the trend of ringing in the New Year's with some epic parties. Like a Hannukah party. Because who doesn't like gambling and a little bit of fire?

Seriously though, guys. We got a semi-decent Christmas day... eve, anyway. But the Jabberwocky ate Billy on the first night of Hannukah and he never got his celebration. I can't think of a better gift to get him for the holidays.

Is there anyone Jewish here - that isn't Billy and won't mention this to him on pain of some kind of horrible payback - that can help with that planning? Mrs. Kaplan usually invited us all over the past few years, but it's been a while. And getting Billy involved defeats the purpose of all of this.

I know there's latkes, menorahs, and dreidels but what else? I want this to be a celebration he won't forget.

[She frowns. It's a new year even though it hasn't really been a full year of her life. Still, it's safe enough to say that it's been a long one filled with enough trouble and heartache for all of the Young Avengers, Billy especially. Arriving here hasn't made anything easier.

Some more celebration, some more good memories over the bad sounds almost seems like a necessity.]

So, I'm thinking sometime soon. Everyone's invited so long as you promise to leave any consideration of weapons or insanity in your room.

Anyone have a preference?
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[Carol’s in her costume, though she’s not wearing a mask. Her expression is grave. She’s experienced a lot of weird things in her life. She would have been perfectly happy to never add kidnapped to a fairytale world to that list, but here she is.]

Calling all Guardians of the Galaxy. Or better yet, Avengers. Really, I’d take even Deadpool right now. Can anyone hear me?

[It’s worth checking. She’s not sure if she’s hoping for friends to be caught in here with her or not. Back up’s good, but she’s been here five minutes and already she knows she wouldn’t wish this place on anyone she likes.

But that’s not the only reason for her call. There are other people here, she knows, and this is a public channel. That means some people will have information she might need. Some other people might just want to know there’s a superhero in town. Possibly another superhero. Either way, she’s going to make her presence known.

She smiles, keeping most of the tightness out of the expression. She’s stuck for now. Might as well try and look reassuring about it.]

For the rest of you, hi. I’m Captain Marvel, from Earth. If anyone has any information on this place, I’d love to hear it. That goes double for anyone who has a way to contact Earth. I’ve got some friends who can help.

[At least, she hopes they can. If this place is stronger than the combined might of the Avengers, they’re really in trouble.]
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[ When the video feed comes to life, Isaac is lounging on a rather plush chair looking far more smug than he ever has in his life. He's got a cup of tea balancing on one of the arm rests and next to it a plate of biscuits - quite the sweet tooth at the moment apparently. Two things stick out like a sore thumb - the amount of stubble on the usually babyfaced teenager and the white gauze pad above his eyebrow. Of course when "Isaac" opens his mouth it becomes apparent quickly that either A) Isaac has developed a European accent or B) this isn't Isaac. ]

I'll say, one moment I was smack dab in The French Quarter and then I found myself here and I haven't a bloody clue how it happened.

[ He purses his lips a bit indignantly before speaking again. ]

And while I have to assume the company here is far superior to the company I was forced to keep there - I'm not a big fan of this unbreakable boundary spell. I'd like to meet the witch that cast it.


Dec. 29th, 2014 05:20 pm
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[ She’s been poking at the device as if doing that would help her understand and figure out what’s happened to her. She can handle a little conversation, probably, and Charlie’s mouth thins in concentration, turning the thing over so she can record herself. Her blond hair is curled and still somewhat of a mess, having pulled the bandana free. ]

Hey, uh… [ What’s she supposed to say? ] I know y’all probably get this a lot, but it’d be real nice if someone explained what was going on. Last I checked, the world hadn’t exploded -- thank God, whatever, I know -- but everything’s a little upside down for me right now.

[ She rolls her eyes up, looking around as if trying to get her bearings, and the video shows off one of the many hallways--close to her room on the fifth floor. ]

Lookin’ for someone too. Can’t say for sure if he’s here though… [ And she bites at her lip. Should she even say his name? ] So, lost and found. I guess? Anyone want to tell me where that’s at? And maybe where I can get a cigarette too. [ She needs a whole carton by now. ] Um, yeah. Thanks.

[ She cuts the feed before bothering to give her name as well, doing her best not to freak out in public. ]
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Cut for introspection. )

This is a message to those of you that were stuck on the mirror side for this past week and a half. If you saw a big green monster wrecking up the place, that was me. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'm sorry if I put you in danger. I'm not sure if I seriously injured anyone, I can't remember everything that happened while I was like that.

[ Yes, he's aware of the irony in that. ]

I have him under control, usually. I don't change unless I want to. [ Mostly anyway, but no point in scaring anyone. ] But the Jabberwocky changed things. I couldn't control myself because I couldn't remember how to do it.

So, I'm sorry. You don't need to be worried about him, not anymore.

I hope everyone's alright.

(( ooc; all replies will be in either anon, private or both. and if your character was on the mirror side, feel free to assume they saw the Hulk at some point! ))
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[ the face that comes upon the network today is full of smiles. wonderland, meet a young woman dressed in soft jeans and a pale blue sweater, blonde hair caught up in a ponytail. she's in the kitchen, standing upon what seems to be boxes upon boxes of ice cream. ]

-- Wonderland, I was told, how are you?

[ a moment later the smile brightens a bit more. ]

Perhaps a silly thing to ask after the hard days we have seen. I'm new to, myself but!

[ look at her being cute ]

if there is anything I've learned is that no matter where you are, there is no woe that cannot be cured by ice cream and I happen to be quite good at making it so.

[ she gestures towards the boxes. ]

I would like to invite you to try for yourself. I know this Mansion gives food away quite easily but there is no competing homemade ice cream and I happen to have made fourteen different flavors.

[ and they will stay cold and won't melt either, can you guess why? ]

I can think of no better way for me to get to know you and this land.

[ come meet the ice cream lady, wonderland. she's obviously harmless. ]
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[She'd been back on the real side with her memories restored for about an hour... And what a grueling hour it had been. One of the first things that had struck her was that in the past week or so - the entire time she'd spent as a kid and then that, is that she hadn't seen Jane.

Starting in the basement, Darcy had slowly worked her way up to the roof looking for her, the panic she was already feeling from the past week plus getting worse with every minute. By the time she reaches the roof, in the hopes that maybe she'd missed the whole Jabberwocky mess stargazing - something that honestly wouldn't surprise her, is hanging by a thread. When she's greeted with what seems like an empty roof and a bitter cold, whatever that had let her hold onto the little bit of hope that not everything was hitting the fan finally snapped.

There's no tiny astrophysicist to greet her when she gets up there and babble about something she doesn't understand. It feels as though she's had the wind knocked out of her, a debilitating panic starting to take over - she needed help. With shaky hands, she settles on text, not sure if she'd be able to keep herself composed enough for voice or video. Not right now.]

I can't find her. I can't find Jane. Has anyone seen her? Please let me know ASAP

[She needs to keep it check - it's possible that maybe Jane was just taking longer to get back from the other side if she'd been stuck there. Or she'd set up in a completely different area, somewhere a little more secluded. Until someone confirmed the sinking feeling of one of her worst nightmares becoming real, she wasn't going to let it completely destroy her.]


Dec. 2nd, 2014 09:35 pm
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[ Ding, dong, sketchy teenager alert! What was obviously a fumble causes a video broadcast - it's dark out, at first all that can be seen is the night sky and the tops of trees - someone is out in the forest. And then suddenly a familiar face comes into view; Isaac looks tired and just a little too unfazed by life in general. But despite the look, he mutters a minor obscenity under his breath before reaching down to grab his phone.

As he stands back up the moonlight catches in the reflection of his night-vision - causing his eyes to look a bright yellow for a moment, blinking it away as if he doesn't even notice he offers the network an unwavering stare.

Has anyone else been feeling - different lately?

[ Maybe Wonderland's up to something, he's not sure, either way, the freaky glow-y eye thing is definitely not normal but apparently something he didn't notice. ]
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[ Kevin's grim-faced when he looks into the camera, the neck of a cello extending up past his neck. He'd like to be happier about what he's about to do, but it's pretty bittersweet, especially coming on the heels of everything that's gone on lately, but... Well. Thanksgiving just happened, and he always heavily associates birthday cake with turkey and stuffing and pumpkin pie. His birthday comes close enough on the heels of that holiday that his family would celebrate it all in one go, so it's weird, spending the day without hearing anything about it.

He knows time isn't really passing here, but he feels a year older, and it's not like he'll ever have a birthday again back home. Why shouldn't he take the opportunity to celebrate it now, here, with his new family? He doesn't really want to make it all about him, though, which is why he's here with his cello. ]

Hey. So... It's my birthday. I'd be 19 today if I actually aged any, but since I'm dead back home... I'm just going to go ahead and call this one an official birthday.

[ He picks up the bow for his cello and starts to move into position, holding it against the strings. ]

I know there are others of you out there who can only look forward to more age-less birthdays, so this post is about wishing you guys either a belated happy birthday, or a happy birthday in advance, if it hasn't happened yet. Or maybe we're birthday twins?

[ He starts to play, but then stops. ]

And it's for you guys who are still alive back home, too. Not to discriminate against anyone.

[ And then he moves into playing, and singing, the happy birthday song. He hasn't been practicing every day like he used to, but he gave himself a few warm up rounds before starting the broadcast. ]

Happy birthday to you; happy birthday to you; happy birthday, dear everyone; happy birthday to you.

[ Next comes the sound of a lighter, and then Kevin holds up a cupcake with a lit candle on it. Leaning over, he blows it out, and then gives the camera a small smile before he cuts the feed. ]


Dec. 1st, 2014 03:49 pm
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[Raj has his illusions up, so no hint of feline features or incongruously red hair here! Just a perfectly normal kid, newly arrived and trying to figure out the network. He smiles, perhaps showing a few too many teeth.]

Hi. I’m Raj. Arrived a day or so ago. I figured I’d explore this place a bit before I started asking stupid questions and stuff. This place doesn’t look very new, so I’ll bet I’m not the first person to arrive all unexpected and I’m sure those of you who’ve been here a while are sick of the same questions over and over. So I won’t ask those. Instead, I have two, very very important ones.

First question. [He holds up one finger] Are we allowed to raid the kitchen like, whenever?
Next question. [A second finger joins the first] Does anyone here have an XBox? Or a Playstation or whatever. It’s very important. To my health y’know. [He nods, trying to look serious.]

Oh, and if anyone runs across a dude who says he’s my uncle, let me know. I’m kinda sorta expecting him to show up at any moment.
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I've never visited Wonderland myself, but I've read enough to know that this is... different.

[ She's been here a few days. She's read the pamphlet, talked around. She knows what's up. And she doesn't look angry or rebellious to anyone who may be watching on the other end; she just looks rather determined. ]

I - ah - haven't been able to find the library yet, and I've yet to come into contact with multiples of different realms, so I'm sorry if I'm not quite up to date.

[ She clears her throat. ]

Speaking of being unable to find things, I am missing a belonging of mine. Of someone else's actually: it's a dagger with a jagged blade, with a name carved into it. I just - I know I couldn't've misplaced it, and I was hoping it would have made it here with me. Whereever this is.

[ And with that, she smiles thinly. ]

My - my name is Belle Gold, if anyone happens to find it. I know there's at least one person here from Storybrooke. I'm just hoping there are others.
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[When the feed opens, Jo looks a little worn around the edges. She's pretty sure that look is going around at the moment -- the event had been a hard one for a lot of people, enough so that she'd almost considered not issuing this invitation at all, but she and Tohru had discussed it and decided together that sticking with the original plan was probably for the best. Events came and went all the time in Wonderland, and deciding not to deviate was probably the best medicine for any ills this one had caused. Still, there was a little more weighing her down than just that. She hadn't seen or heard anything from or about her mother in days, and considering they hadn't been on the best terms lately, it had her stomach in knots.

She clears her throat a little before putting on her best face, offering the feed a tired but genuine smile.]

I know this probably feels a little bit last-minute. Ned and Tohru and I have been talking about it for awhile, and I'd planned to say something earlier, but things came up.

[The event, mostly. She's pretty sure she doesn't have to elaborate on that.]

I've heard people talking a little about Thanksgiving, and awhile back, I talked to Ned about hosting it for everyone, like some of us helped Dean do last year. We'd talked then about wanting to make it a tradition, do it every year, even for people who don't normally celebrate it, and I wanna hold to that. The bar is huge and has room for everyone -- I'd like to do it there again. I know some people here have family or friends they'd like to do their own gatherings with, and we don't want to interfere with that, so--

[She pauses, the mention of family making her smile flicker just the tiniest bit before she reinforces it.]

What I'd like to do is host it tomorrow, the day before Thanksgiving. Some people have family here, either biological or otherwise, but not everyone does. I know not everyone gets along, but for one day, it would be nice to be able to put everything aside and check our problems at the door. Remember that we're all in the same boat, just for a little while.

So-- no matter who you are, whether you celebrate Thanksgiving back home or not, everyone is welcome. Food will be on at about three PM, and while we've got some stuff mapped out, we're glad to accept any help that anyone else wants to offer. Everyone is free to contribute and come to spend as much or as little time with everyone as they'd like.

[Weapons will be checked at the door, just in case, but otherwise the open-door policy stands.]

There's no telling how long any of us are stuck here. Some of us have been here a long while, others are new, but whether we like it or not, we're a community. It would be good to focus on the upsides of that and remember the good parts about being in Wonderland, instead of letting the bad weigh us down.

[ Video ]

Nov. 24th, 2014 07:17 pm
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[ First, there's only mumbling as Beatrice fumbles with the little palm pilot. She doesn't have hands, and while she could probably go get a bird-friendly version from her closet, she doesn't really know about that just yet. So she's just kind of stuck trying to operate an electrical device she knows nothing about. Which is great. Just great.

When she finally manages to get the thing working properly, and hops away from it to get a better look at the camera, it becomes evident fairly quickly that it's not a person, but a talking bluebird addressing the network. Which is probably not the strangest thing in wonderland, right? ]

Alright, so we're all stuck in a weird, creepy mansion with dumb talking boxes. I get it. It's fine, you know, it's not like I was doing anything important before this. [ Except she definitely was doing something important. Why does this stuff happen to her? She had vital, life changing business to take care of. Couldn't Wonderland have waited ten minutes before dragging her in? No? ]

But what I really don't get is, what's the point? Why go snag a bunch of losers, just to keep them cooped up like this? Seems a little kooky if you ask me, and I've seen a lot of weirdo things in my life. Seriously, people where I'm from? Yeah, they tend to have a few screws loose.

Now, I would ask for some directions and be on my way, but something tells me I'm not getting out of this one so easy. So what I want to know is this; What am I supposed to do while I wait around here for nothing? Because let me tell you, sitting around watching a bunch of bozos pick their noses sounds like torture.

Oh, and if any of you see a couple of kids wearing stupid hats, will you let me know? They're pretty hopeless on their own, and I was---helping them out, before I got here. [ She doesn't expect them to be here, she's searched the mansion from top to bottom already, but it doesn't hurt to ask anyway.  ]
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--swear if this is some flarkin' alternate universe stuff again I'm going to murder that mutt.

[Rocket hadn't meant for his communicator to come on when it did but he'd been fiddling with it while he ranted and suddenly, there was video. The raccoon is less than pleased looking, ears pressed flat to his head as his tail snaps about in annoyance as he eyes the device he'd just turned on before looking at another that he held in the other hand.]

Groot? Mantis? Can either of you hear me?

[A pause before he growls softly.]

Mr. Cosmo? I'll even take hearing your d'ast voice at this point.

[There was no response out of the passport device, hardly surprising, and Rocket tucked it away into one of the pouches on his belt before focusing on the other device; the new one he'd found himself with.]

Whatever's going on here, answers would be appreciated, mates, and in a timely manner. I need to figure out how to get home before some other world shattering event happens.
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Hiiiiii. [ Yeah, this is awkward. Calista still doesn’t have her costume, so she’s trying to do her best lost-teenager-in-Wonderland impersonation, as opposed to her ‘I’m 90% sure someone with Powers zapped me here’ self. She grins, waves at her captive audience, and then immediately huffs a piece of hair out of her face. ]

Okay, so. Step one: be kidnapped. Step two: introduce yourself to your kidnappees? Is that how it goes? Is there a training manual, or instructional video, or like a series of things on Youtube to help a girl out? An awful lot of you guys look used to this whole shitty situation, which is one part worrying and one part kinda bad-ass, if I’m gonna be honest.

Anyway, my name's Calista. Any chance Retro Girl’s going to swoop in and save the day?

[ Calista, your ego is showing. ]


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