audio;

Sep. 19th, 2018 07:14 pm
saunteredvaguelydownwards: (058)
[personal profile] saunteredvaguelydownwards
[The feed opens with the noise of a door slamming, and some very angry-sounding bird noises that seem to be muffled on the other side of it.]

Look, this is embarrassing-- I need an ornithologist. Or someone who can throw a bloody fireball in a straight line. [Look, he could do it, but this thing doesn't seem at all perturbed by what Crowley is. Usually animals can sense it and keep a wary distance.]

If someone wants to claim ownership of the completely insane green parrot that just chased me up seven bloody floors of this Someone-forsaken mansion, I don't-- I don't care, just come and get the thing!





((ooc: unbeknownst to Crowley... he made the parrot, in a previous stay in Wonderland, from one of his terrified house plants. no wonder it hates him. action will find him trapped in his room with a green bird battering at the door.))
wriggedywrecked: (are you afraid of me now?)
[personal profile] wriggedywrecked
[Rick has apparently attached his phone to his person like some kind of douchebag with a GoPro. The footage is bobbing up and down as he jogs along, gleefully chasing a pack of killer rats down a hallway. He's got a flamethrower. The rest is self-explanatory.]

See, n-now THIS is my idea of a FUCKING EVENT!

[He laughs like an actual supervillain as he lights up a whole bunch of evil rats.]
beatupgrass: OW! MY PRIDE! (✘ you still haven't taken my pride.)
[personal profile] beatupgrass
[Rocket came back from his trip back home awhile ago, promptly ignored any messages he may have received, trapped his room, and then just for good measure retreated into an empty room, so he could mull this over and work the problem out. This was worse than Yondu. This was something he under no circumstances wanted to sit down and be sympathized with about.

But he can't hide forever, so when he finally makes an appearance on the network (audio only), it's to pretend he didn't just fall off the grid and make some (seemingly) unrelated observation.]


Has anyone ever, like... Met people here, and then went back home, and met those same people again, only you didn't remember 'em until you got back here, and now you've got two sets of experiences with that person?

And if it sounds crazy and don't make any sense, then try having it happen to you. It's a real headtrip.

text;

Aug. 13th, 2018 07:29 pm
thecourier: (090)
[personal profile] thecourier
Looking for someone who knows a thing or two about robotics. Fuck knows it ain't me. Not this kind.
Need someone to take a look at my dog. Got a problem with him I don't want to see getting any worse.




[ooc: feel free to assume your character has seen Dan's dog before, or... just question why he isn't asking for a vet]
calculators: (really tho)
[personal profile] calculators
[Ben looks directly into the camera, which is actually at a flattering angle believe it or not, and sighs. He also is new here but doesn't bother considering that fact. His wife is already making herself well known enough for the both of them probably.]

Look, I know most of you probably don't care, but the fact that the "magical wardrobe" [yeah, those are airquotes] isn't always precise? Is kind of a problem.

Take for instance, this calculator.

[He holds up something akin to the TI-83+, for those who took any kind of math in the 90s to 00s in modern, normal America.]

If you're from my time? This? This is an inferior piece of technology. No one wants this. What they want is the TI-89. Or, even better, a brand new Casio. But I would've happily settled for the TI-84. Doesn't even need to be the plus edition. [Oh boy, he's getting fired up now. Nerd alert.] Look everyone says that Texas Instruments were just scamming everyone when the 84s came out but that's not true. They did impressive coding upgrades. I mean, all you have to do is toss a polynomial function with asymptotes in there to see the difference.

[A long pause, as if he can hear his many friends back home and their iterations of how boring he is.]

Look, all I'm saying is that sometimes it matters what kinds of things you need. Some jobs need certain tools and specifics matter. And not just with calculators either.
ladydemocracy: (39)
[personal profile] ladydemocracy
Morning, Wonderland!

[ Leslie is bright-eyed when she addresses the network at 9 a.m. - a perfectly reasonable time - a coffee cup in front of her. ]

I wanted to take an informal poll regarding how you feel about the way things happen in Wonderland currently. Now, I realize we can't change being here or not being able to leave or when and why things happen, but everything in between we all directly impact!

[ Removing the lid of her coffee cup, she pulls out a diner style container of sugar, holding it in her hand, gesturing with it as she speaks. ]

First, if you could change one thing about what happened as soon as you arrived here, what would it be? And don't say I wouldn't arrive at all because that's obvious. I mean, tell me about the way information regarding being here was presented to you.

[ Now, she starts pouring sugar into her coffee. And pouring, and pouring. She's not stopping. ]

Second, what's one good aspect to this place you like? It doesn't have to be big, just positive. And if you don't have anything positive to say, maybe ignore this and move on. I mean it. Don't be a jerk.

[ She doesn't stop pouring the sugar until the coffee has visibly risen in the cup. Then she stops, stirs and takes a sip, humming because it's perfect. Then she adds the tiniest bit more sugar until she's finally done. ]

Last question: If you could see one kind of business here - keeping in mind that there's no money to be exchanged for goods and services - what would it be? Personally, I'd want an all-day breakfast restaurant. Now you go!

[ Leslie smiles and the feed ends, and now all she has to do is wait with her sugar coffee for the replies to roll in. ]
burntvideocassette: (Default)
[personal profile] burntvideocassette
Since the White Queen reappeared, I've been going back through the network for information. I want to consolidate what we know about the Queens.

This post only covers the past year, since I arrived. I plan to keep looking back further.

Let me know if you remember anything that I haven't included.

Sourced information: )


voice;

Jul. 7th, 2018 11:11 am
keephersafe: (64)
[personal profile] keephersafe
[He isn't showing his face this time, but his voice is recognisable enough for anyone who might have heard it before. But hey, at least the speech impediment is better, so conversations should go a lot quicker this time.]

Did you ever forget something, but you... weren't sure that you w-wanted to remember it? [Vague... vague question. R hesitates before he decides on clarifying.]

I don't... remember most of my life. I've seen things... here... that make me not... want to. [Honestly? He's never wanted to. Since he started his life with Julie, he hasn't wanted to remember his old life, he's been happy with his new one, but...]

I've been getting flashes of... the person I used to be. Before I forgot. I don't think I was a good person.

[What kind of good person just stands there and watches their mother murdered?]

I don't know if it's... going to be worth remembering. But... I don't know if I'm going to have a choice. I don't want to change the person I am... now.
wriggedywrecked: by <user name="bureiku"> (every single person in this room is)
[personal profile] wriggedywrecked
[Rick is standing in the front door to the library, drinking from a hip flask, which he pockets as soon as he gets the recording to work.]

Alright, motherfuckers, g-get ready for a bullshit walking tour of the new and improved library. Gonna keep this brief because I barely give a fuck a-about any of this. You can direct all questions d-directly to my ass.

[He burps loudly, then turns his phone around and opens the door. The library within looks...for the most part unchanged. It's still the old style and the old set-up of chairs and tables and stuff. You can practically smell that good book stink through the video. The most immediately noticeable difference is that it's now populated with a bunch of smallish robots. Most of them are glorified roombas, scooting along the carpet looking all adorable and all. The others are a bit larger and look like mobile trashcans with arms, and appear to be restocking shelves. They're surprisingly quiet for robots--no beeping or whirring.]

Okay, as you can see, d-didn't have to change much. Basically just kept everything as it was and added on to it. The robots do cleaning and reshelving a-and other bullshit menial tasks, and they're d-designed to be quiet and unobtrusive. Until some fucker comes in who isn't quiet and unobtrusive, then they're authorized to drive said fucker out. They h-have tasers.

[He doesn't sound like he's joking.]

[Rick then turns down a hallway and walks a bit, robots scooting out of the way as he goes. He opens a door to what appears to be an insanely advanced computer lab, though there are still some microfilm and newspaper viewer things in one of the corners.]


Computer room, whatever. S-Server room is in the back. Don't bother the server robots. They bite. A-Anyway, if you can get any computer games from the closets or whatever, these machines w-w-will run anything. They already have Solitaire, Freecell and Minesweeper installed.

[Rick then turns and walks back toward the middle of the library, where there's a big ol' desk. It has a placard on it that says "Security Desk."]

So, what's running all the systems in the library is a hyper-advanced AI. Sh-She'll be in charge of security. She can deal with any p-piece of shit who tries to damage the library or damage other people in the library. Assuming she sticks around during events, sh-she can also lock the place down and turn it into a safe zone. But except during emergencies, the library is a no fire and no weapons zone. Light a fire, even a f-f-fucking match, or brandish a weapon, and she'll put a stop to it. Sh-She's authorized for murder. There are military-grade defenses embedded in the wall and c-ceiling and she won't hesitate to use them if she or the library feels threatened.

To demonstrate...

[Rick shifts the camera around to face him and the desk, then digs into a pocket for a book of matches. He strikes one with his free hand. An instant later, a somewhat ghostly blue hologram of a vaguely female human appears behind the desk. When she speaks, it's with a suspiciously familiar voice.]

"Sir, I must request that you immediately extinguish your open flame, or you will be forced to do so."

[Rick licks two fingers and pinches out the match. The hologram lady smiles.]

"Thank you for your prompt cooperation. Please enjoy the library. Friendly reminder: I am watching you."

[The hologram disappears and Rick clears his throat.]

Her name is E-L. Don't fuck with her. D-Don't try to hack her, either. She's authorized to brick whatever machine you use to try, and/or murder you.

Lastly, the new official librarian is around here s-somewhere. He's that pony guy, Sunset Whatever, S-Sun something. Sundial. I don't fucking know. Y-You can ask him for further details.

That's it. Library officially updated. Rick out.
morethan084: (Default)
[personal profile] morethan084
[After her pretty intense conversation with Fitz last week, Daisy has only grown more concerned for his well being. So when he ends up disappearing again, this time without any warning, she really panics. So it's not long until she comes onto the network hoping that someone might have seen him.]

Has anyone seen Fitz? I've looked everywhere and tried calling him numerous times and nothing.

[What if he had gone and done something else as equally as stupid as the last time? The fact that she had known what actually happened a month ago and didn't do anything, or tell anyone, just makes her feel incredibly guilty.]

If anyone knows anything please contact me or Jemma. For anyone who doesn't know him, this is what he looks like.
normandysbest: (« [Gun] Snipin Time)
[personal profile] normandysbest
[The camera opens on Shepard, a mirror of her last broadcast just a few days ago, but something is obviously, greatly wrong.

Shepard stands again, in full armor and loadout, but this time outside… in a familiar place in the Hills. As she focuses in on the camera in front of her, anyone viewing can see cracks in her face glowing a deep blue, and splinters out from her eyes in rips of circuitry. She may look possessed, completely unlike herself, but the silhouette is unmistakable. And despite Wonderland’s lack of weather, the sky seems darker, the mood more grim as she finally speaks.]


Alright, Wonderland. There’s gonna be a change of plans.

[She gestures wide to the structure behind her, black obsidian crashed into the hillside.]

This? Isn’t ending. You’ve got no ships, no weapons, nowhere to hide. We will tear this world apart. I’ve seen these things level planets in hours- you think you have a chance?

[Suddenly, the background behind her starts to shake and stir, a vibration not unlike something waking up from a long, long sleep.]

You’ve got a choice, here. Give in quietly, and make yourself useful to the cause of the cycle of the universe. Live. Or run, and fight, and die. I’d say it’s your call. But you know what?

[The ground shakes, and the Reaper rises, the sound of it seeming to shake the foundations of the world. Shepard takes her sniper rifle, pointing directly to the camera, until only the barrel of her gun is shown.]

I think I like it when you run.

[The bullet goes through the device, and the transmission cuts.]

[ooc: This is for anyone who wanted to fight Shepard on day 5! She already has someone set up to kill her, but feel free to leave reactions, taunts, or action threads to find her running around!]
normandysbest: (« [Gun] IS THIS THE HILL U WANNA DIE ON)
[personal profile] normandysbest
[Less than an hour after the Reaper crash lands in the Hills, Shepard is on the network.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[private; to Rick Sanchez]

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

[ooc: Feel free to use this if you want to meet up with Shepard near to the Reaper site on day 1, also! She will not actually be shooting people directly, but she has a great aim and will be taking shots right in front of them if she sees them approach. There are, of course, tons of entrances to this thing, so she won’t be able to fend everyone off!]

video;

Apr. 26th, 2018 01:43 pm
deflectere: (a017)
[personal profile] deflectere
[ a rather surly young man appears, dressed in a white tuxedo with gold highlights. he hasn't had time to change since his rather unexpected arrival and it's not like he's got a spare change of clothes. in fact, he's got nothing and that just adds another layer to the surliness. ]

This isn't where I'm supposed to be.

[ but alec guesses that's probably the point. if he's gone through a portal to another dimension, whatever's brought him here wants him off guard. he just can't figure out what sort of demon could have gotten inside of his wedding with so many shadowhunters there. he'd seen nothing. ]

Can someone please provide a status report of what I've walked into? And where the rest of my family is? The guests at my wedding?

[ he doesn't really care about the well being of anyone but his family but having high ranking clave members go missing at his wedding will do nothing to help the already tarnished lightwood name. ]

What dimension is this? Who's the demon that pulled me here? Show yourself.

[ with that, he clicks the video off, frustration evident in even that action.]
mettatonvevo: (who made my baby sad i'll kill u)
[personal profile] mettatonvevo
[When the video clicks on, at first only Mettaton is visible. After a few quick seconds, however, it becomes obvious that he is standing in an empty room. There is nothing remarkable about it in any way, shape, or form. It has four walls, all stark white, and one wall with a window and one wall with a door. All in all, with how utterly unremarkable it is, Mettaton looks almost comically out of place.

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


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

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

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

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

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

[His voice crackles with static.]

And I don't think she is coming back.

((ooc: Mettaton will mostly be staying in what was Alphys's old room on the second floor next to his if you're looking for an action thread for the rest of the day.))
wriggedywrecked: by <user name="bureiku"> (every single person in this room is)
[personal profile] wriggedywrecked
[Rick appears to be...in the library, of all places. Just chilling at one of the desks, and when he switches on the feed, he holds up a folded piece of paper.]

So she left me a letter. She probably left a lot of people letters, whatever.

[He figures there's no point in specifying who he's talking about. It should be obvious.]

I don't believe in sentiment, or shit like honoring the wishes of the dead--a-and let's face it, in this place, going home might as well be the same thing as dying. Because real fucking death sure doesn't mean jack shit around here. I don't care about W-Wonderland, and I barely even know most of you, a-and I don't plan on ever knowing most of you.

And libraries?

[He gestures to encompass the whole room.]

I don't care about them. They're archaic, l-like she was. One of those things that k-keep existing for some fucking reason, no matter how advanced a society gets.

[Like how she kept existing here. "Nevertheless, she persisted" etc etc. But nothing in the entire multiverse lasts for ever.]

But.

[But.]

She cared about this place. She was smart and practical. A-And with information distribution and c-consolidation being as fucked up as it is in Wonderland, some archaic bullshit like this is actually important. And, fuck, it's one of those...stability things. Civilization things. It's a basic fucking law of the u-universe that you can't have chaos without order.

And fuck me but does this place get fucking boring. I n-need a fucking hobby.

She wanted me to protect the library, so I will. Someone who actually gives a shit should t-take over as the next librarian, but in the meantime I'm gonna make some basic fucking upgrades. Digitize everything, a-add some computers, build robots to re-shelve books or whatever, since I'm sure as fuck not learning the Dewey fucking decimal system myself. Install some self-defense mechanisms so no one can fucking Alexandria this shit. And anyone who fucks with the library, she's given me f-free pass to murder you.

Any complaints can be directed straight to my ass.

[voice]

Mar. 22nd, 2018 10:06 pm
scoutsniper: arschbombe (angst is a way of the antihero)
[personal profile] scoutsniper
[It's been four days since the Carnival. Four days. Not five. Four. So here's a casual question, Wonderland.... ]

I'm going to make this quick.

How sure are we on the goddam intel that each death means a full day to come back?

[Yeah, that's pretty much it. He said quick, right?]
wriggedywrecked: by <user name="bureiku"> (every single person in this room is)
[personal profile] wriggedywrecked
[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.) ]
forwearemany: (Headflaps)
[personal profile] forwearemany
(As always, to those unfamiliar with them, Legion will seem calm. To those who know them well enough, however, the flashing lights and fluttering headflaps tell a different story.)

Shepard-Commander is gone.
pearlfectly: (155)
[personal profile] pearlfectly
Good afternoon, everybody! [Pearl glances at the clock in her room.] Oh dear. It's late.

...Anyways, some of you who went out today might notice that your rooms are...tidier than usual. I...may have gone on a bit of a cleaning spree earlier. And I may have swept the floors. And organised all of your things and made your beds and folded your clothes.

[The more she talks, the more her nervousness dissipates. Sure, complete invasion of personal space and boundaries aside, she totally did the right thing. They were going to be so grateful!]

I didn't steal or break anything, so don't worry! But really -- some of you are terribly messy. [She sighs.] Somebody had to do it. You're welcome!

Well, that's all! Have a good night.

[The feed cuts off.]

( OOC note: whether Pearl cleaned your character's room or not is completely 100% optional! feel free to respond even if she didn't )
choosetruth: (who did not follow through)
[personal profile] choosetruth
The Mirrors are watching us. This is common knowledge, one of the first things we tell newcomers. There is another Wonderland through the looking glass, and it's inhabited by the doppelgangers we call Mirrors. Calling them our "evil twins" would be an oversimplification, both because not everyone on this side would qualify as the "good twin," and because while these individuals are supposed to be our reflection and, in some ways, our opposites, that doesn't mean they're evil. Like us, they are complicated individuals and generalizations cannot capture all of them. They serve the Queen of Hearts, and the influence she has on the Mirrors cannot be understated. For one thing, she's their maker, though the Red Queen claims they would exist even without the Queen of Hearts' help. If they piss her off, she can also "unmake" them.

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

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

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

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

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


Mirror Writing

[As usual, Georgia makes sure to leave copies within reach of the glass so that any interested Mirrors can snag a copy without actually crossing over and disobeying the Queen. Unlike usual, she very intentionally tugs down the curtain that normally covers her office Mirror. In big, bold, backwards letters she write ƧTͶƎMMOƆ next to a taped up copy of the article. Then she sits and waits.]
angewiesen: (19)
[personal profile] angewiesen
The fuck is this?

[The camera is pointed towards a T-Rex, dead, blood still seeping from a gaping wound on the back of its neck. You can hear Jean panting from behind the communicator. It must have taken a feat to dispatch.]

This bastard lunged at me the second I came outside! What the hell is it, some kind of lizard Titan?

[He gives the corpse a kick to prove that it's dead. It doesn't so much as twitch. Then he begins to circle around the dead body as though making a record of it.]

And it's not the last one...

[The camera then pans up towards other dinosaurs lumbering about in the distance. Jean makes a "tsk" noise.]

They're all different! I can't tell if they're all a threat or not--

[He makes another strangled sound of frustration, and his throat is thick, as though he might have been... Crying?]

--Fuck! Fucking Eren! This shouldn't be my job!

[Still, be begins to approach. The feed cuts off, as he continues to curse, obviously ready to kill every dinosaur out there if he has to, to protect the people inside. That's what a Survey Corps member would do, right?]
krmvgivv: (i try to keep up with everything)
[personal profile] krmvgivv
[Dipper is... not enjoying this event. He's holding the camera close to his face, eyes darting furtively around him, but it's pretty clear the sugary beauty of fake-Mabelland has melted away leaving him in a nightmare zone.]

So, uh, hey guys. Sorry I haven't spoken up sooner, but I think this might be a double-us event? Cause like, me and Mabel felt really sick when we woke up at first and it took a little while to feel better. But yeah.

This looks a whole lot like the prison Bill, the triangle not the lizard, built for Mabel when he took over Gravity Falls and tried to destroy the world. You've probably already figured out it's gonna try and offer you whatever you most want to entice you not to want to escape. But it's all fake.

[A beat.]

Of course, when you acknowledge that it's fake, uh, there are some... consequences. [He turns the camera to show a rampaging Dippy Fresh, plus a few teddy bears that would be adorable if they weren't rotting with glowing eyes. How is cloth rotting? Some questions are not meant to be answered.]

So that's where the other side of the event comes in. These are our zombies. From Gravity Falls. The only way to defeat them? Is to sing. Yes, really. I know how it sounds. But I mean it, three part harmony will make their heads explode.

[He offers a strained smile.]

Good thing we have all these-- [He breaks off, frowning slightly. What are they called again?] Song... word machines, right?
beatupgrass: (✘ you can't break tom brady's arm)
[personal profile] beatupgrass
 

[here is Rocket.


Rocket is pissed off (not unusual).


Rocket looks like he has the worst headache known to man.]


I'm pretty sure this event is tryin' to blind me, which is fine, 'cause I'm already sick of lookin' at this crap.


[In the background, a bunch of adorable anthropomorphic animals skip buy, all of them wearing shirts, but no pants. Rocket yells behind him:] PUT ON SOME DAMN PANTS, YOU PERVERTS.


[Shuddering, he turns back to the group.] I don't know what this is about, but I know I don't wanna any part of it and- [he stares off-camera for a second, squinting.] Wait. Is that a throne made out of guns? That seems really dangerous... and yet.


[He looks back at the camera.] I'll be right back.


[He does not come right back.]

nascensibility: but watch the queen conquer (you can be the king)
[personal profile] nascensibility
[After everything, Evelyn still anticipated there would be a darkness.

Perhaps it is the cynic in her, thinking that her death would be the signature at the end of a well-annotated text, rather than a simple state change. The pain of her passing is fleeting in that it only lasted as long as it took for her to expire in her husband’s arms while he begged her not to go and only moments later she was standing, in clean linen clothing and sandals, in a dimly-lit world. An arduous journey and she had not the convenient corpus of ancient spells to utilise to her benefit, no carefully transcribed notes to lead her to the Hall of Truth.

But it was there, in the far distance, beyond gates and guardians. A lamentation poured from the scorpion, the serpent, and the goddess and greeted her, gave her a path upon which to walk, water to drink, and so she stepped through the world of shades.

When she comes to in Wonderland it is with a surprising amount of clarity, rather than the expected confusion. The sand under her hands is cold but she is not.

Not anymore.
]

I’ll be just fine.

[Evelyn echoes quietly, her words fading into the surf as it ebbs several yards away. The sky is grey, the air sticky with winter mist and the edge of light at the far corner of the horizon tells her it is nearly dawn.

With death came understanding, with resurrection came determination. She gets to her feet, gaze tracking past the expanse of the ocean to the enormous shadow perched on the hill, hand moving toward her stomach. Her blouse is wet with blood, but the skin beneath it is unharmed. More than once she has woken up here, felt the loss, agonised over her return and made the long trek back to familiar halls and familiar stacks.

Something else compels her to remain by the seaside.

I’ve been reading Marcus Aurelius of late.

Light reading for you.


Settled on a piece of driftwood, she watches the water as flickers of warmth eat through the fog.
]



Public Text from [Name Encrypted]: I hope none of you set the library on fire while I was gone.

voice;

Jan. 12th, 2018 07:46 pm
modore: (↺ Wednesday's child)
[personal profile] modore
[So it's a little weird for an apparent eleven-year-old to ask about certain things, but after Shepard's recent post to the network and because of his own personal reasons he has a question for Wonderland.

He doesn't bother with video this time around.]


Can anyone tell me what it's like to die?

[He knows people have died here in Wonderland, and he knows there are people here who have died at home. This seems like the best group of people to ask about something like this.]
thecourier: (027)
[personal profile] thecourier
[Dan looks tired. When the video comes on he rubs the tips of his fingers briefly against his forehead, then straightens up. Behind him, the rooms he shares with Evelyn are laid out, unchanged to anyone who knows what they look like.]

So, uh. [A quick, soft breath escapes him.] Not wantin' t' panic anyone, but--

[When he started this, he was sure it would be easier than this. The man is clearly more distressed than he's letting on.]

Evie, she-- went out, some time this mornin'. Early. She... ain't been back an' she ain't answerin' her phone. If someone's seen 'er t'day... Lemme know. I, uh...

[Damn it.]

It ain't normal fer 'er t' go silent on me like this.
wriggedywrecked: (Default)
[personal profile] wriggedywrecked
[Rick is here, and he's looking annoyed, which is pretty normal for him. What probably isn't normal is the reindeer antlers sprouting from his head. Also the several-dozen empty glass cases behind him in his lab.]

So I was running some tests on those m-mind control cookies annnnnd...

Long story short, there's about forty rats running around the mansion. They're harmless. Th-They're basically just gonna sing carols at you. At least two of them are singing that Adam Sandler Hanukkah song, and I have n-no idea where they got that one, everyone fucking hates Adam Sandler. Couldn't even fucking pick The Maccabeats or something.

Hey Pixar, sh-shoot me an email if you want the rights to the Jingle Rats. Or Dreamworks. Fuck, I'll even sell it to those pieces of shit at Illumination. Minions movie cashout, here I fucking come.

[He takes a drink from a huge glass of eggnog, which is probably mostly rum.]

Anyway, don't eat the cookies unless you want some whimsical, mindfucky bullshit to happen to you.
alltheways: (It's all feasting and fun)
[personal profile] alltheways
[The Red Queen appears on the video standing, poised, in the entranceway in front of the giant cookie Christmas tree. She gazes at the camera for a moment, as though waiting until she has everyone's attention, before speaking. Her message is broadcast on both the real side and mirror side networks simultaneously.]

Good morning, dear Real Things. I've been remiss so far in not appearing before you. By way of apology, I've arranged for a special holiday treat for you all. Dear Bill has implemented it beautifully.

[She raises both hands and gives a quiet clap before lowering them again, clasped in front of her. She's smiling serenely.]

Let me also say that the dear Mirrors are invited over should they wish to enjoy the festivities. You do deserve to have fun some of the time. I've even arranged special gifts for you a little later on.

In parting, I will give you this advice: Do not overindulge. Too many sweets before bedtime can upset your stomach and ruin your dreams.

[There's another brief pause, which she spends smiling, as though letting her words sink in. Then the video ends.

She will be available over the network to answer responses, but should anyone venture to the entranceway looking for her, she will not be there for in-person audiences.]

Video

Dec. 10th, 2017 12:45 pm
charlastan: Happier - Guster ((Finally got it figured out))
[personal profile] charlastan
[Stan isn't really sure how to begin this message, or what say first. The beginning of the post catches him in a rare moment of being entirely unsure what to say. There's a German Shepard by his side who nudges him and whines a little, as if it knows he's sad. There's two cats curled up nearby, but both intently watching what's going on.]

Shh, don't make this harder!

[He's not a total monster though, so he scritches behind the dog's ears as he talks.]

So, uh. ...I've got a couple animals I need to re-home. This dog's Newt, and that cat over there's Archie. I think they're short for Newton and Archi...medes?

[He looks at the cat as if for confirmation, and the cat looks vaguely put out by the question and meows at him.]

...Anyway, um. They belonged to my brother Stanford, but...his room's all empty and they kinda wandered down the hall to me, and I can't take care of four animals. Heck, I can barely take care of myself half the time! I've still got my cat Freeloader here, and his owl's pretty good at takin' care of himself-- [There's a hoot off-screen.] --but the other two...they need someone else to look after 'em. The cat's got six toes on his paws, and the dog's good for, uh. [He's making an attempt to be discrete about his brother's PTSD business.] ...Emotional stuff, I guess.

[Stan sounds tired. He should have known this would happen sooner or later, but he wasn't ready for it at all. He'd gotten too comfortable with Ford being around. But, at least needing to give away his animals will let him spread the news that Ford's gone without talking about Ford being gone. He should be used to being alone, but it stings even more now that they had patched things up.

He takes a deep breath, and says the only thing that might betray how terrible he feels to anyone who knows him. He won't look at the screen, and makes none of his usual showman gestures.
]

They're free to a good home, first come first serve.

Tags

LAYOUT BASE @ [community profile] fruitstyle