no_nonsense: (This happens a lot I'm afraid.)
[personal profile] no_nonsense
[Susan normally liked to appear very pressed and presentable when she was in Public. While there was a distinctive difference between the magical network and Public, it wasn't quite distinctive enough for her liking. However, disheveled as she was, she had other, more pressing concerns than the state of her hair or the fact that her shirt was stained beyond saving.

(Well, the second bit was relevant, at least, given that it was stained with a generous amount of her own blood.)

Susan took a deep breath and regarded the screen with the most neutral expression she could manage. She wanted nothing more than to pass out, or whine about the wound in her back, but both of those activities were (ultimately) counter-productive. It didn't do to go unconscious or start panicking people, particularly when you were asking them for medical help.]

I seem to be having a bit of trouble.

[Given how pale she was, this was a fairly serious understatement. She was seated at the table in a cheerfully decorated tea room and, although she wasn't actually lying on it, it was a near thing.]

I would walk to the clinic to get this sorted, but I'm afraid I'm having difficulty staying upright.

If there is anyone with a bit of...first-aid experience near the tea-room on the first floor, I would be much obliged if they could see to stopping by. [And, because she was quite certain that the blast in her room hadn't done anything as convenient as killing Mr. Teatime, she added:] If you've got a sword as well, and the know-how to weild it, that would be ideal.

(OOC: So, generally speaking, the people involved in the Action portions of this have already discussed it with me on Plurk, but absolutely anyone and everyone is welcome to answer the video posting. Susan will ICly decline any Magic or Magic-like assistance, though, so if your character would spot this and would definitely offer to help that way, feel free to tag in! It won't derail anything, no worries.)
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[personal profile] peggy_carter
Hello, I am not sure who to properly address to this to; but I’ve been here some time now and feel it is about time I put myself to work doing something to help others.
Does anyone know of existing organizations of defense or help or military structure I might look into?
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[personal profile] no_eels
[At first, he's utterly confused. Toothless falls asleep next to Hiccup, and wakes up on the grass in Wonderland. Then, slowly, the memories start coming back, and the Night Fury puts it together. It wasn't a dream! And the harness on his back was better than the one he remembered. He sprints back into the main level of the mansion, to track down Hiccup at his forge, and... discovers a regular door where the forge's should be.

When he runs - pretty much full-out - up to his room, he discovers that it's reverted to the way it used to be, a cozy cave. Rather than the lodge a Viking would be comfortable in.

Distressed, Toothless lets out a few sounding calls as he begins to scour the rest of the mansion. A long, forlorn, echoing sound. He doesn't understand. Hiccup had been here when he'd left, and he'd been back home, too...

Finally, he nudges his communicator open and stares at it, sitting down in the entrance hall. There's a gleam of judgment in his yellow eyes. What have you done with Hiccup, Wonderland, he seems to be asking, letting out one of his loud calls at the screen.]
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[personal profile] watchthedetective
I know this place is hard to deal with at the best of times, and the past couple of events seem to have been especially bad. If anyone is interested in getting together in a group setting to discuss the things that have happened to them here and share knowledge, coping skills, and emotional support, please respond.

Private to Sherlock Holmes )
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[personal profile] chloroformedthejanitor
[The feed turns on to Annie's bright, smiling face. Behind her is the Wonderland Clinic, and it's practically shining with how clean it is. All of the beds are made up, the shelves are stocked and organized and the floor would probably squeak if anyone were to walk across it. Except no one's walking across it. Because it's empty.

And usually Annie wouldn't mind something like that, because, whatever she can read a book or something to keep occupied, but every time she takes her shift at the clinic, it's completely empty. It's like people know she's going to be there so they don't get hurt. Well, no that's stupid, and she knows that's stupid, but... she doesn't want to sit alone in the clinic! That's weird and kinda lame, and Annie has friends, okay! She does! So, she smiles into the device.]

Hey guys!! Um, just here to remind you that the Clinic is open and I'm on duty, if you're like, hurt or something and need help. Or if you just wanna talk! I won't bite, I promise.

[She laughs, because she's funny, okay???]

Anyway, I'm here for a few more hours, so you should drop by!
colorofthesky: (This is the best phone.)
[personal profile] colorofthesky
So, I think I've heard enough backtalk over the last few days to last me a while.

[ Seriously, his shadow was a brat. No point in dwelling on it, though, so MOVING ON: ]

Anybody interested in a cookout on the beach?

[Private to Aerith]

If I get some interest, you think your friends in the diner would help me out?

[Private to Dean Winchester & John Blake]

When you've got a minute, I'd like to have a word.
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[personal profile] kissedawake
[Ever since the day that she had revealed the truth about Cora to Henry, that scene had replayed over and over in her mind. The way that things had been left between left her without a trace of inner peace.

Which is why, when the yellow-eyed figure appeared in her room in the early morning hours, she perceived it to be merely an element of a nightmare. A figment of her imagination brought about by her innermost thoughts. She was no stranger to nightmares, and the way that this...shadow made her feel? Surely it was all in her head.

But alas, she couldn't have been more wrong.

The feed flashes on, right in the midst of the madness.]

Give it up! You'll never gain back that innocent boy's trust. It's simply too far gone, just face the facts! He will never again see you in the same light. His pure, innocent grandmother now has the blood of a victim on her hands...

[Holding her head, she tries to block out the shadow's taunts, but she's being bombarded by them from all fronts. The shadow is positively relentless, seemingly feeding on her fears and on any and every sliver of an insecurity that it can attach itself to. She speaks out in desperation, growing tired of the shadow's presence.]

Enough! I made a mistake, and I'm suffering the consequences.

[Feeling her anguish, the shadow guffaws, obviously pleased at the reaction that it received. Mary Margaret is not one who is quick to outburst, and it knows this.]

And what about that pretty little heart of yours, hm? It's getting blacker and blacker with your every breath, dear. Why, I'll bet that our little talk with Henry even tarnished it a little. You're destroying yourself from the inside out.

[She places a hand over her heart, feeling its rhythmic beat, now speaking on the defensive.]

I won't make the mistake of resorting to darkness again...not under any circumstances.

[The shadow scoffs, shooting her an incredulous look.]

You know what I see? I see a pretty face. A mask, if you ask me. You're becoming a mirror image of the one who's life you stole! Just wait and see, honey.

[She's half listening, trying without success to distance herself from the being.]

((OOC: Mary Margaret can be found just about anywhere during this event, wandering around in an attempt to get the shadow off of her back. Just let me know where you're meeting her, and we'll go from there!))
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[personal profile] alwaysnext
Look, I know it's annoying, having to babysit people who come out of nowhere and ruin your day. But locking them up or beating them around, that's not the solution.

But who lets a little attempted genocide get in the way of their domestic idyll?

[Luke sighs, and the camera swings as he tries to get his photo-bombing shadow out of shot.]

Just because they have our faces, it doesn't mean they are us. They're sentient people. We don't have to be cruel.

Did you get a badge when they made you the Wonderland moral high ground? Quick, someone name a time when a self-righteous lecture made people like you. Ego-trip, or what?

[Luke hangs his head for a long moment, and from his clenched hands looks, hypocritically, like he might be about to commit voluntary manslaughter.]

It's just talk.

[It's not clear if he's informing his audience of this, or his shadow, or himself. His yellow-eyed friend finally muscles onto the scene, successfully gaining control of the mobile and playing with all the settings, turning the screen yellow or fuzzy or upside down. Luke seems to have given up caring.]

Cheer up. Maybe you teenage angst'd some of them into submission.

005 video;

Jun. 15th, 2013 01:19 am
absolutelynot: ({ i can't feel my senses)
[personal profile] absolutelynot
[ so the last few days have been... different, to say the least. she’d found one of the most important people in her life -- the most important person, not counting her father -- and now it seemed they were on that second week. like clockwork, dean had told her. it seemed he was correct in that.

for most of the weekend, she’ll be ignoring her shadow as best she can. so when she addresses the network, she’s aimed the camera away from from both shadows currently occupying the room and she looks a bit worn. ]

I know some of you are aware of his arrival but I wanted to make it clear to those of you who haven’t noticed: a friend and colleague of mine has arrived. His name is Dr. James Watson and I assure you all he is quite the gentleman.

Is he? Or is he humoring you?

[ she ignores that quip. ]

I would also like to apologize for any inconvenience or … difficulty any of you experienced upon his arrival.

What she means is, she’s sorry I was particularly difficult and would you please not hold it over my head as she’s particularly attached to it..

[ that comment comes from off camera, from James if anyone heard him arrive last week. ]

Yes, thank you, Darling. [ as if it weren’t already obvious that she’s seeing someone and who it is, she’s throwing a pointed look to someone off-camera. ] I believe I’ll be keeping a rather close eye on him. He seems to hail from a point in time very close to my own. [ people who know her and where she’d just come from at her arrival can give an accurate guess that she means the war. ]

You’re afraid, afraid of losing--

[ ignoring that voice that is no longer in the back of her head. she does raise her voice a little, as though to drown out that stupid shadow voice. ]

I do hope this event won’t be too treacherous for us all, though if you have need of me, you will certainly be able to contact me with relative ease.

[ she gives a firm nod at that and turns it off. ]

( ooc: tags may come from either or both ♥ )

001 Video

Jun. 11th, 2013 10:41 pm
jamesholmes: (n. [the world])
[personal profile] jamesholmes
[The feed comes on to a man tied to a chair, or rather the upper part of his body showing his arms tied to the arms of it. Shirt unbuttoned, it shows some weird brass device on his chest and really he's not looking all with it but that may have as much to do with the location he's in (some random hallway) as it does the blood at the corner of his mouth and the way he's slumping in his chair.

And yeah, that bandage on his leg, but you can't see that exactly in the video as he squints down, staring.

When you said you were sending me to Berlin, I thought it'd be in something other then a chair. Really, John, I'd thought you'd be a bit more kind then that.

[The voice is clearly British and man, is he ever frustrated sounding.]

So would you kindly get back to things or are you going to leave me here to idly wonder when you'll grace me with your presence again?

07 [Video]

Jun. 8th, 2013 07:56 pm
savespeople: (Default)
[personal profile] savespeople
It looks like my mum's gone. Her room's empty, anyway.

[Yes, he's been to check, several times by now.]

I guess I was hoping she'd stay longer, but I dunno what good that would've done. I suppose I should be thinking we were lucky she was here at all or something like that, right?

[He doesn't look like he's expecting any answers, not really. Anyway, there's not much else to say, so he just settles for staring rather gloomily at the camera.]
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[personal profile] emoteaspoon
[The video clicks on, showing a very lovely view of Wonderland's clinic. Oh look, there seems to be a brand new patient in one of the beds!

It's a nice long moment before he starts to stir, squinting against the light. Also against the pain; let's not forget the pain. He doesn't sit up, but he takes a look around, a confused expression on his face.

This takes an even longer moment.

Finally, he speaks to the room at large.]

Harry? Hermione?

...Madam Pomfrey?
blustery: (Well...I could get used to it)
[personal profile] blustery
It's working, right? Okay, okay...

[Some of you might have noticed that someone's been scarce recently; a certain viking, to be exact. Well, it looks like he's been busy. Hiccup hangs something up on the wall and hurries back to the book-device that he's propped open on the table.]

So...I've been thinking. I noticed the rooms change to fit what we need--fine, everybody's probably noticed that by now--and I thought, maybe I could use one of the rooms and turn it into a workshop. I've been moving some things around, and I think it's ready now...

[Just as he says that, he knocks into something that sends the flame in the forge roaring high.]

Whoa! [Don't mind him, he'll just be grabbing a bucket of water and throwing it over the fire. When the sizzling dies down, Hiccup's left looking kind of sheepish. He sets the bucket back down.]

...okay, it's almost ready. I probably just need to make a few adjustments...ANYWAY, we could probably use some weapons in case something like that thing from the door shows up again. I can make other things, too, like Toothless' tail. If you think you have a project for me, I could use a challenge. I'll be here on the first floor, room ten!

[If anyone approaches from the hallway, they'll notice a rough sign ("The Dragon's Tail") dangling over room ten. If anyone approaches from outside the mansion, let's just say it's hard to miss the new split-doors on one side of the wall.]
childofthemoon: ([wolf] both)
[personal profile] childofthemoon
[video on the 24th] 

So... You guys might know that tomorrow's the full moon.

[Which, as some residents might remember from last month, means three nights that Ruby refers to as 'wolf's time'. Three nights in which she's transforming into a big, black wolf quite against her control. Last month, it meant losing control over the transformation. She killed someone, maimed someone, generally didn't have too great a time until Emma and Whale talked her down from the edge. Now she's got the red cloak, which prevents the transformation, and can also turn her back into human shape anytime. Not that it should prove necessary, but... better safe than sorry, yadda yadda.]

I'm... there won't be a repeat of last month's... uh. Of last month. [She clears her throat, looks away with eyes that scream of guilt, then smiles at the camera.] So, if you guys see a big wolf in the woods the coming nights, I assure you I'm lucid and in control, not... going to bite anyone, at all, I promise. 

[She's... 99% sure of that, even.]

[action on the 24th to the 26th]

[On these nights, Ruby can be found prowling woods. if anyone wants to accompany her before she sets out, they will be given the red cloak in case of emergencies. In the case of Ruby setting out on her own, the cloak is with Emma or Daryl, while Ruby is fully aware and lucid, but unable to communicate on a human level - a big, black wolf with the mind of quite the nice human woman. She's running through the woods, enjoying the crisp night air. She seems happy.]
absolutelynot: ({ i wish i could let it go)
[personal profile] absolutelynot
[ for several months up until this point -- months that she spent in england and france dealing with a war, as well as a few weeks here -- she's been putting on a brave face, trying to push through with what needs to be done, but she's hit the end of her patience, of her ability to pretend that everything will be okay. she has nothing to focus on now except a seemingly impossible task of getting home and how much she misses one man in particular.

is this what it feels like to lose people?

so she looks a bit worn when the feed comes on. the light and determination in her eyes are dim and she looks like she could use someone to talk to. someone to trust and listen. ]

After all this excitement, I could use a good cup of tea. Would anyone care to join me? I'll even tolerate coffee nearby if that's preferred. [ it's a very, very small attempt at a joke. normally she can't stand even the smell of coffee, but she's a social creature, desperate for companionship. she'll tolerate it if it means being able to be social. ]

In the meantime, does anyone have any book suggestions? I'm afraid I might need something to keep myself occupied.
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[personal profile] theheartpart
Captives of Wonderland, my shackled brethren, I have a question. Or ten.

Who are you?

No, really. Who the hell are you? All of you. I've been hearing some names — familiar names — and I find that very disconcerting. Which is saying something because we're all currently living in a storybook. Brigadoon doesn't have anything on this place.

So, I want to know more. Are you famous back home? Are your friends famous? What's everyone famous for?

I'm looking for some truly, truly worthwhile gossip here, so how about it? Is your neighbor actually Superman? I wanna know. Is the gal downstairs actually Barnabas Collins in drag? I wanna know. Give me your details and in return? Pie.

I've got a little bake "sale" going on outside if you're more comfortable sharing your friends' secrets in-person, so how about it?

And remember, campers, knowing is only half the battle.

[Come one, come all. Xander will take all your juicy gossip. Why? Because this is the best way to learn about people. Ask someone to describe themselves and they're going to describe what they feel is right, not necessarily what is right.]

[[OOC: Since there are so many opportunities for breaking the Fourth Wall here, please respect all players' wishes when it comes to canon puncturing and fourth walling. Also, if you don't want Xander to recognize your character, please note that when you tag in. He's pop culture savvy, but a few years behind current popular culture, so he wouldn't recognize characters from Supernatural, but he'd have no problem recognizing characters from Fullmetal Alchemist. And, as always, if you have questions, feel free to PM!]]

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[personal profile] curiousher
So, that was exciting, wasn't it? Like a caucus race on a stormy beach!

I'm very glad everyone figured out the door though. I could have never gotten something like that. It would have been like trying to drink tea straight out of the pot without eating the leaves by mistake. And that would be just dreadful; no one wants to eat tea leaves. But congratulations to everyone else!

Oh, but I wonder what's going to happen next? I'm about as curious as a goldfish in the big wide ocean. It should be something grand, like elephants on parade! Or circus full of adorable monkeys.

Sigh. Wouldn't a circus be fun? I'd really like one. But I don't think it will be that, this time...
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[personal profile] imnosavior
[Emma's voice is terse when she addresses the network, though she opts to leave her video function disabled for the time being. She'd rather people not see just how distressed she is at the moment, and though she's doing a fairly decent job keeping her voice calm and even, she's tense enough that it's obvious something isn't right.]

If anyone has seen Henry Mills in the last twelve hours, please. Let me know. I'd appreciate it.

For those who have been here awhile, is there a way to tell for sure when someone's gone home?

[He's been locked up in his room since the incident with the door was resolved, but today? She can't find him anywhere. Any kind of messages sent his way are a bust, too, and both his room and all of his usual haunts show no trace of him.

Damn it. She's had enough of this. Can't they both stay in one place for more than a few weeks at a time?]

Private Text to David Nolan )
watchthedetective: (smileyface)
[personal profile] watchthedetective
[Life goes on, strange becomes the new normal, and Watson is too familiar with burnout to spend her every waking moment trying to solve an intractable mystery. She's made a promise to herself that, barring some major catastrophe, today is a day off.

So she takes a walk in the gardens, gets some tea from the kitchen, does a bit of reading. And, of course, talks to people as she comes across them.]
peggy_carter: (surprise)
[personal profile] peggy_carter
[A moment of fumbling and the device shows shoes, a sweep across the spines of books and then up to a face giving it a quirked look. The face is off center and high as someone without much experience might mistakenly use it.]

Howard? Is this one of your devices? Bloody thing is it even on?

I believe so, Howard it’s Peggy, I’m unsure where I am exactly…I remember heading to the archives but…well this is not them. I don’t know this library…. I don’t know where I am exactly.

[That seemed to sound the most troubling to her. And she fidgeted again, looking around.]

But I intend to find out. I’ll keep this thing and please Howard, if you are out there, contact me as soon as possible.
alltheways: (It's all feasting and fun)
[personal profile] alltheways
[When the door finally opens for the third time, what emerges isn't another monster, but a woman dressed in red. She bears a striking resemblance to the chess pieces that have appeared up until now throughout the event, but is noticeably more human, lacking the red-tinted skin. She holds a large shield, which she carries with little apparent effort on one arm.

Stepping into the entrance hall, she gazes around and a small, controlled smile graces her face. Behind her, the door swings closed and dissolves, leaving behind a bare wall.]

What a long time it's been since I could take in this sight. Though some things have changed, it appears that, on the whole, everything is as I remember it.

[She raises her voice, addressing the Mansion at large.]

Come, I would like to meet those brave souls who have freed me from my tomb. I am the Red Queen of Wonderland, who bears the Vorpal Shield. Do not be afraid. Come and introduce yourselves, as I have already done so.
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[personal profile] lowkeyangel
[Gabriel's up on the roof, with the sky behind him and a treeline visible far below. He's keeping an eye on things, like the people who are holed up, but he still doesn't feel the need to be involved. He's up here for a breather. He's got a new sword, he's well on the way to being patched up — if it wasn't all-horror, all the time with this event, things might be approaching decent. You know. Maybe.

And while he's up here...]

So. Can't help but noticing that every time people make a bogus guess, a death critter gets released from the door. This is just a suggestion, but maybe you guys should, you know, collaborate before you throw random words out there. If a giant death manatee or a killer cow comes out next, don't say I didn't warn ya.

This is why we can't have nice things, kids.
selfrespecting: labcoat (turn)
[personal profile] selfrespecting
[By the time that Martha makes this announcement, she's already encountered the bandersnatch. It had been an unpleasant reminder of her encounter with Lazarus after he'd mutated, but that's neither here nor there. What matters right now is that there's a huge, bloodthirsty monster rampaging through the mansion and she needs to be on call for any injuries.

She's broadcasting from inside the clinic, and as she's using the wall console to make her announcement, there's a decent view of the main area -- there's a line of beds, some counter tops with supplies on them, and even an X-Ray machine tucked away in the corner. Martha herself is in her labcoat -- there's a bandage wrapped around her arm, an indication that she didn't get away from the monster unscathed.]

All right, everyone, listen up. It's pretty clear that that thing isn't going to stop any time soon, so if you or someone you know gets injured, please try to make it to the clinic. We have a number of doctors all on staff here who can help. [Though that doesn't include Dr. Whale right now. Bloody mirrors.] And if you have any experience in the medical field or any healing abilities, then we could definitely use your help.

We're on the first floor, right near the entrance hall, so it's easy to find. Don't try to come here on your own if you don't have to -- find someone else to help you if you're really hurt. And if you're alone and can't make it, then phone one of us and we'll try to come out and get you. [It's not a perfect system, not when the mansion is so huge and that monster seems to be everywhere, but it's about the best they can do.]

One last thing, and this is for everyone. We need to stop that thing, and I don't think killing it is the answer. We've got to solve that riddle. Obviously, survival is priority one, but if we don't get that door open then this might only get worse. [Martha herself isn't going to have much time to focus on the riddle now, but hopefully others will, those who are barricaded and hiding from the monster. It's up to them now.]

Good luck, everyone, and stay safe. We're here to help.

[OOC: If your character gets wounded and needs medical assistance at the clinic, please respond over here and one of the doctors will reply to you. Any direct replies to Martha's message should be made in this post.]
absolutelynot: ({ i'm not down with that)
[personal profile] absolutelynot
[ she's holing out somewhere after all the bandersnatch issues and she's got a gun in one hand, back pressed to the wall. ]

Now that we've got more pressing matters to attend to... [ stupid bandersnatch. ] I was wondering about the chess pieces we've been encountering. At least, I assume there were more of them, seeing as the Bishop kept appearing out of a wall to strike at the Pawn I was attempting to converse with.

If I'm correct in that, I would also assume other people have encountered these talking chess pieces. If so... I'd like to try putting our heads together. It can't be a coincidence all of this is happening at once. I have a theory I'd like to work out and I'm hoping more chess pieces might help that.

[ she goes on to describe her experience with the pawn. ]

Any other opinions or experiences on these pieces would be quite appreciated. At the very least, I'd like to work out more about them.
moonyism: (14)
[personal profile] moonyism
It's certainly not how I imagined Wonderland from the stories, but...if that's what it's called, then I guess there's no arguing that.

[and okay deep breath coming to terms with being suddenly stuck a place is difficult ok give him a minute.]

But if I'm really going to be stuck here for the foreseeable future, then introductions are in order. My name is Remus Lupin, it's nice to meet you, even if it is under such strange circumstances.


Apr. 29th, 2013 08:06 pm
emptymetal: (Umm)
[personal profile] emptymetal

::People get to see one Edward Elric smiling strainedly at the camera.::

I, uh, seem to have ended up on the wrong side of someone else. Any of the doctor types wanna give me a hand?

::The Mirror is pretty sure that his Real Thing would do this. Once he's gotten his help, he fully intends to find what other trouble he can get into. Preferably without the bleeding this time.::

childofthemoon: ([smile] soft)
[personal profile] childofthemoon
[The video clicks on to show Dean sitting in his regular booth in the recently opened diner, laptop, coffee and pie within easy reach. Aerith moves through the feed before the video turns around to show Ruby, finally not pale and worried anymore, but relaxed and at ease with a slight smile, leaning against the jukebox. Journey's currently filling the diner with music, and Ruby wanders over to the counter, apparently happy with the selection. She shows Tohru preparing a dish while she talks.]

Guys, appreciate that you're all sitting in some corner of the mansion worrying about that door, but you know what? We happen to have this... nice, cozy establishment here, we have coffee, really good food, some beautiful ladies hanging around... [Yes, this includes Dean.] ... and all the space you could need, be it for fun or for some riddling around.

[And just to drive the point home, she pops a golden fry into her mouth and grins. Behind Ruby, Dean snorts at the ladies comment, but looks up from his laptop to eye the feed warily.]

While you're at it, how about throwing in a little PSA, sweetheart? Little tip: if a mirror sees it's reflection, it gets bounced back over to the other side. Start carrying around something shiny- but don't go getting all Twilight Zone. The last thing we need's mass hysteria.

[And with that, he turns his attention back to his work, sipping on his coffee. Ruby nods meaningfully at the video.]

Listen to the cowboy, guys, I mean it. He knows his stuff. Regardless, hop on over. [Yes, pun intended.] We're always open, and you can just as well riddle away with all the rest of us right here. Coffee's on the house, you can pay for food with small, meaningful tokens of your affection... no, just kidding, come on, everything's on the crazy magical house.

( Additional text announcement )

The Rabbit Hole - Floor 8, Room 001
Come for that riddle, stay for the company
Food, friends, drinks, music, riddles, pie, chicken wings, fun!

[ooc: Massive mingle post! The diner has never gotten an official opening, but it's now available to be used as event headquarters. There's food, there's music, there's company, there's people trying to figure out the puzzle. Mingle to your heart's desire <3 There are headers available, and you can feel free to make your own.

And remember guys! Mirrors on the real side can just waltz in there as well. Give us your alter egos, your reals, your firstborn children!]

righteously: ([Neg] Just nope.)
[personal profile] righteously
[When the feed flickers to life Sunday afternoon, Dean is standing in front of a door. Not his door, not the entrance hall door, but a door he's never seen before and one that can only be bad news.]

Aright, I'm sure some of you have heard the news, but in case you haven't...

[He glances over his shoulder and then turns his attention to the camera again.]

It looks like some shit is about to go down. I'd like to start by asking any jackass who thinks they're clever enough to throw out an answer and get it wrong to, you know, not do that.

[A strained smile, which falls flat again in a second.]

I'm sure a bunch of you guys are gonna be down here throwing out answers, so all I'm asking on that one is work together. That's all. Figure out something you all agree on before you start... poking it with a stick.

[He licks his lips a little, shifts, levels the camera with a look.]

The rest of you... I think you know who you are and what I'm talking about. I'll be in the diner on the eighth floor. We need to do a little organizing and put some things into the works. Just in case. Check in with me if you can. We need to be prepared for when that thing opens... for whatever's behind it.

[Text to Chihiro]

How we looking on the network thing?

[Voice to Cas.]

Hey. You think you can get down there and see what your mojo picks up on that door?

[Text to John Blake.]

What do you make of this, man?
absolutelynot: ({ but he’s really good at lying)
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[ after nearly two weeks here, helen has learned a great deal. namely, about the people and how to manipulate her room. when the video feed starts, she's sitting at a desk. it's facing outwards, towards the middle of the room, so all the feed catches is her sitting in a chair and the wall behind her. for anyone who cares, it's very obviously victorian-style everything. she lives in old fashions apparently.

what's immediately obvious about helen herself is the distinct lack of a smile. it's similar to the expression she wore when she first arrived, but there's something a little different about the determination on her face. she's angry. she is very angry. ]

It has come to my attention that we need some clarification here. In light of recent events, I would like to remind everyone that while we do all exist here and come from vastly different locations and experiences, we are all deserving of the same respect and understanding. All creatures, both human and non, are deserving of this. Just because a being or person is apparently dangerous doesn't mean it shouldn't be protected in its own way. Hunting someone or something for what it is isn't a solution. Containing and protecting is a much better alternative. If some would stop ignoring certain warnings, we might not have this problem.

[ she gives the camera a firm glare -- people, really -- before she continues and her expression softens slightly. ]

Now, with that in mind, I was wondering if there's a clinic or medical room in this facility. As a doctor, it's well within reason that I get one started if there isn't one already or join the efforts of one if it already exists. If there's an interview process involved, I promise I know what I'm doing for someone fresh from 1944 and I'm more than willing to learn anything else I don't already know.

[ can't hurt to tease, right?

after that, she sends two other private communications, first to ruby lucas. ]

I hope you're all right. [ "doing well" would be a stretch after what she's been through. ] I apologize for forgetting my manners the last time we spoke. My name is Helen Magnus. [ pause. ] And I do believe I owe you an answer. Whenever is most convenient for you, I'd like be able to give you that in person.

[ and then another to dean winchester. ]

When I first arrived, I was given your name as someone with high intelligence. [ she means this two ways, both in information and iq. have fun. ] If you don't mind, I'd like to meet and ascertain for myself whether or not this is true.
runningfromhell: <user name=lilt> ([!] fleeing now bye)
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[Good morning, Wonderland! The time is now roughly early dawn, and most residents are probably tucked up nice and cozy in their beds. You know who doesn't care? Meg. She doesn't care at all.

The video starts with one pissed off looking demon. The only view at the moment is her face, blood spattered against her cheek and her hair a tangled mess. She looks like she's been wrestling with alligators, truth be told.

Listen up. [ No sarcastic greeting from this one - she is on a mission now. ] Anyone in the mood for a little wolf hunt needs to get with me.

[ And she'll pull her device back to give a full view of her practically useless arm. It'll heal itself in time, but demons don't bounce back quite like angels do. It's slow going right now, but she doesn't feel the pain. She feels angry, and the slightest bit of adrenaline pumping through her veins. She has a focus now, a mission, and she will be ruthless until she wins. ]

Unless you want someone else to get mauled. Wouldn't that be a tragedy?

[ Quite honestly, she doesn't really care if anyone else is attacked or killed by the wolf. She just needs some damn backup. ]

ooc )


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