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Considering that it's obvious that not everyone is from the same type of place, and about half of everyone here didn't know about any kind of magic before getting here- ( It's okay, neither did she ) -it would be interesting to know exactly what there is, and what's possible in worlds. When things get brought here knowing about it first could be useful.

And before anyone asks, no- it's not going personal. I don't care whether you're part of any of the questions just what you already knew and what's possible. It's from a science perspective.

( Which she will tell you about if you actually ask because no many people care about Wonderland physics )

Where are you from?
When are you from?
Did you already know about:
    Supernatural creatures? ( e.g. nazi vampires )
    Other non-human things? ( e.g. gods )
    Resurrecting the dead?
    Reality altering?
    Alternate/pocket dimensions?
    Something 'unusual' not specified?
( Yes, half of that list is also magic related but specific can be very helpful )

So fill it out. And yes, giving examples would actually be helpful. Any questions?

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[ when the feed finally does come on, mary margaret isn't in the kitchen. a surprise to anyone who saw her last post, honestly, but times have changed. things are happening. she's changed. for now, she's sitting outside - off near the forest - just because it feels a little more familiar to her. comfortable. she's in outdoorsy clothes and has a bow over her shoulder and a quiver leaning against her leg where she's seated on some kind of log or stump.

there's an odd sort of twitch in her jaw when she starts talking, but she covers it easily enough. ]

I hope everyone is doing well. [ a polite smile from her. she's fully aware of that last event, wonderland, and she's not amused by what it did to her loved ones. ] After the last few events it seems like we could use some more downtime.

[ a breath, and then she seems to ease into it, like just because she's started talking she's back into her comfort zone. ]

I have a couple of things I wanted to mention, I guess, the first concerning myself more than anything. [ a breath, regina's warning ringing someone in the back of her mind as she holds her head a little higher. ] I introduced myself as Mary Margaret when I first got here, and many of you know me as that, which is fine. Mary Margaret is still a name I can go by, and accept as part of me. But I did want to clear up the fact that it is not my actual name, or who I am. [ a beat where she considers if this is even worth it at all, before - again - she continues. ]

My name is Snow White. [ is she holding back a small smile? probably. ] And from what I can tell, for most of you I'm what you consider a fairy tale. That is fine, because that seems to apply to more than just my world, but where I'm from I'm actually quite real, as is the tale itself. You are more than welcome to call me whatever you like, but I did want to let those I've talked to know, and this seemed the easiest way.

[ she's already told those few closest to her - derek and stiles, bigby - but for everyone else, this works much better. ]

The second thing was more of an idea, but it seems to me that there are a lot of us here who are missing someone from home. In a few cases, it might be a few someones. [ she misses her dwarves, okay. and ruby. and a certain prince charming. ] While I can't promise anything in the ways of bringing those people here, I've always found that coming together eases some of that pain. There are plenty of avenues to keep involved in Wonderland - with classes and the school and group meetings - but I want to suggest another option.

Dinners. [ sorry, mary margaret. what? ] Family dinners. Maybe once a month? I'm pretty good at cooking for larger parties- [ or maybe just seven dwarves who eat enough for hundreds. ] So I wouldn't mind preparing the food. Just for a chance for people to get together a chat, outside of the normal Wonderland setting. If anything, it would be a chance to let some of you eat a home-cooked meal every once in a while. I'll hold the first one tonight, and everyone is welcome, but it would help me immensely if I could get a heads up to who all is interested. Just so I make enough food.

[ another pause, where she's not really sure how to end this, before she just gives an easy smile and a nod before cutting the feed off. ]

private to emma, derek, stiles and nico )
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[ Sam's face is hidden in this broadcast, unlike his last angry and very threatening feed. The tone is calm, composed, maybe a little overly-so, though... who can say?

(Most people.) ]

Just, uh... two housekeeping things. One, I need to know if you're still in to teach or go to class. It's not big deal either way, but I want to keep the list updated. September's coming up fast and I feel like this is a good time for school-related upkeep.

Second... one of my dogs is having a great time running around the grounds somewhere and doesn't want to come back inside. He's a Golden, name's Leo... if you find him, see if you can wrangle him for me? He's still young so he should be easy enough to carry, though... not so easy to catch.

Thanks in advance.
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[He's midway through walking through a door, mid sentence even, when it happens.]

-ike I have any fucking clue either, it was some kind of fucking demonic bat, I don't know, I don't know what in the... hell... that...

[He trails off, startled, as his feet plant on red carpet. The hallway's décor is way less industrial, way less clinical than the white tower he'd been expecting to step into, and it throws him off kilter for a long second. He glances left, glances right, scrunches his face and turns back around to talk to the man he'd been with just a second ago.]

Did you redecorate?

[He asks no one, literally no one, because the door swinging open behind him leads to an empty bedroom rather than the roof of a skyscraper.

No way.



He glances around again like he'll find answers on either end of an abandoned hallway, like maybe he's being fucked with, then cautiously paces back into the bedroom to look around. It's friendly and empty and lacking in explanation.

He turns to the door, puzzles at it, tentatively touches the doorknob. Closes the door, waits a beat, and then abruptly pulls it open again. No, no change, still that same hallway.]

What the f-

[He cuts himself off as a blinking red light in the corner of his eye catches his attention. A device, or a camera, or some kind of technological bullshit sits on a dresser, happily recording the entire event. He scowls, snatches it up, flips it over to study it. After a moment of this, it's directed more or less back on his face, but completely upside down.]

I don't know what the fuck is up with your secret passage bullshit in this fucking building, alright, but I'm gonna need some security guards or a map or an escort or something, for Christ's sake.

[An expectant pause, and then he snaps.]

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[Aramis is in the garden with coffee and a book.]

I've been reading through what will be France's history in most of your times. Did anyone here experience either of what they refer to as the 'World Wars'? The notion of a violent global conflict is...

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[Lying Cat has generally avoided trying to post on the network, though she's read as much of it as she has cared to (not very much, in other words). She figured there wasn't much point, seeing as she can't really communicate, and trying to do so would probably prove embarrassing. But now something has changed.]

[Now there are ten puppies in her room, coming in through a hole in the wall, as if that makes sense.]

[Lying Cat dislikes dogs even on the best of days, but she can't exactly kill or eat them. Dog meat is gamey as hell, for one thing. For another, Lying Cat isn't particularly a fan of the killing of innocent creatures.]

[So since she has no idea what is going on and one of the puppies has taken a dump in her room already, she has to turn to the network.]

[At first it's just video, showing a hairless blue cat about the size of a panther, currently surrounded by puppies. All kinds of puppies. Golden Retrievers, Jack Russell Terriers, pugs, Labradors, a Shih Tzu, and several mutts. Three puppies are currently trying to climb up Lying Cat's back. Lying Cat glares at the puppies and then glares at the camera with the sort of contempt that only an affronted cat is capable of.]

[After that, she figures out how to switch on the text function and proceeds to try to type something legible. She's seen The Will do this plenty of times. How hard can it be?]




DoG ///? MNy dogggg


W HEre

whyyyyy dooog hapan

asssssssssssssssssisssisssisisssstttance rekwirED

[ooc: heads up, i'm going to be out of town for a few days, but feel free to tag this in my absence :3]
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[The feed cuts on to show a teenaged girl who seems friendly enough for a kidnapping victim. She certainly isn't showing any of the frustration or confusion typical for newcomers. But Zatanna is pretty good at staying whelmed, even if she's suddenly been dumped off in who-knows-where.

At least there's a phone?]

So, don't get me wrong; the free phone is kind of nice, even if I can't actually dial out. [Because yes, she's tried that. The Team's emergency contacts are all as dead as her com and any telepathic link she might have hoped for.] All things considered though, I kind of wish the kidnapping hadn't come with it.

Not that I've got any idea who I'm talking to now, but if one of the bad guys can hear me? Bad move. I've got some pretty heroic friends--like, Justice League heroic. Capes and everything. [Even if Zatanna thinks the Team is just as good, she opts for the name that carries greater weight behind it.] Whatever you're up to, you're about to get busted in a big way.

So let's call this your chance to earn brownie points: come on out, explain what's going on, and maybe you spare yourself a few bruises when they get here. Because I know them, and they will be coming. Fair warning.

[Pretty big words, right? Well, Zatanna believes it. She knows the Team won't just let her disappearance lie, and they're too good not to find her. They might even be able to hack the transmission she sent out. But the truth is, she's trying to figure out what she can in order to make her own escape first. Being taken prisoner isn't on her list of New Year's resolutions, thanks. She'd much rather be back up at the Watchtower, and maybe if she can gets the person in charge to show their face, she'll get those answers.

And if nothing else, she'll at least feel better once she knows who she's up against. Probably. In the meantime, Zatanna's going to be exploring the grounds. There really isn't anywhere that's off limits as she tries to orient herself to wherever she is, not to mention get a feel for the people there. She starts off in the mansion, but definitely don't expect her to stay there.]

{{ooc: Over the network and action replies are fine! For in person stuff, please take a look at Zatanna's permission/info post, particularly if your character is ~magical~}}


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