Sep. 9th, 2012 02:57 pm
not_a_hero: (lookat this)
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[Sherlock is out for a walk. He had been talking to himself but a certain thought has crossed his mind that he cannot ignore. Have a skaky-cam video of him as he walks towards the hedge maze.]

Network communication has been at a near standstill. Five public communications in a week? None since Friday? The grounds are safe and have been since the event's close but I've encountered very few people or their traces. Either most residents have become hermits in response to stress stimuli or our numbers are dwindling.

If I ask nicely, may I have a current roll of those still on holiday in Wonderland?


Sep. 1st, 2012 10:42 pm
willfixitforyou: (Hope I'm remembered)
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[This is likely the calmest voice you've heard on the network all day. Jim is by the sound of it calm and collected, though he is not at all amused.]

A public service announcement, if you will.

If you value your safety, kindly grab a gasmask from your closet and stay in your room until this is over. Lock the door, do whatever it is you require to make yourself feel secure, but do not go outside under any circumstances.

[A sigh.] That would be all.

[There is some shuffling, and then audible breathing sounds as he takes his own advice before switching off the feed.
Someone got shot at.]

blahblahblahblah: (it's a terrible life)
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[ It's unclear where he is, because of the audio-only. But, he doesn't seem to mean to have the thing set on at all, because he's drawing labored breaths, and muttering. ]

Not gonna happen, can't be real. I'm not that, I'm not-- I can change, I can save them. I won't--

[ And it's switched to text, typed with shaky hands, and a frazzled mind. ]

if you haven't alreasdy, don't go outsidee, it's not safe

and stay away from me, too


Aug. 31st, 2012 07:01 pm
blackflamed: (the perfect fall no one could tell at)
[personal profile] blackflamed
Ta-kun?! Are you there?

[She doesn't need much of the hallucinations. The fog's enough. Because the fog's like home, and what's waiting for her isn't...



Aug. 4th, 2012 07:38 pm
blackflamed: (pointing at the ground)
[personal profile] blackflamed
Do you think I have to go to school tomorrow?

[Like that's her biggest worry right now. It comes maybe thirty minutes after she sat down in a dome lit by fake sky. She nearly called Ta-kun once.

No service.]

It's very far away, huh?

[Another text, a few minutes later.]

(OOC: If you want to actionspam it, she can be found in the Entrance Hall!)
brainkegger: ((Alice) Put on a happy face)
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[The feed flips on and Alice stands front and center, a podium with papers in front of her. She's in her Sunday best and clearly ready to talk.]

Good morning, everyone!

This will be a short one, just until I get used to things. I'm no minister, so I can't claim I know everything that He-- [She points upwards.] --wants for us, but I think we can start on an easy note, hm?

I think we can all agree that killing is bad. )
[personal profile] walkingdesuno
[ Conan is outside in the Mansion grounds, dribbling the soccer ball with skill while looking at the communicator in one hand. ]

Does anyone here know how to play soccer? It'll really be a nice way to sp-

[ His words are suddenly cut off as he looks surprise for just a moment before the communicator falls to the ground and he goes off frame. He reappears laying on the green grass, facedown and gripping his left side of the body. The shirt he's wearing is already staining red from a tear on the side of his body at the lower rib area.

Rolling around onto his back, it's obvious he's in pain but he's not panicking greatly at all. ]

Agh..... Wh....ere? [ He is trying to look for where the attack, the bullet, came from, but the rapid blood flow is draining his strength quickly. Conan tries to put pressure above the wound, but it seems to not being able to do much. First aid is obviously needed... ]

(( ooc; Dr. Watson will be first on scene so any reply that's going to happen will be after that! Thank you ♥ ))
itsalluseless: as ii clse my eyees and ram  the teapa..rty  with my shitt y blue truthh (it follows through)
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[The feed opens to show Battler's bathroom, where he is currently struggling to set up a towel to cover the mirror above the sink. The mirror is covered in what looks like writing in red paint, though from this angle it's hard to make out individual words. After a few seconds, he looks down and notices the device has turned itself on.]

...Oh, it's recording? In that case, does anyone know if there's any way to stop people on the other side from writing all over the mirrors? It's getting annoying.

[He reaches to close the feed, but seems to remember something and stops himself.]

And Beato? That last event does not mean you win, in case you were wondering.
not_a_hero: (you're late)
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Today we will be making the Wit-Sharpening Potion. Every fourth year learns how but as some of you seem reluctant to use it despite your intellectual shortcomings, we're going to go over it again.

Your ingredients are ground scarab beetle, cut up ginger root, and armadillo bile. Do not forget to grab a mortar and knife when you collect your cauldron. I expect perfect results from fifth, sixth and seventh years and you can depend on losing house points for anything less. First, second and third years may gain points for the correct concoction. Fourth years: shut up.

You should all do your best if only in this one instance. The Wit-Sharpening Potion will make you all the more tolerable to deal with and will certainly improve your time spent in this class.

[Sherlock has set everything out in not the most organized of fashions but it's all there and recognizable. His own desk is a mess of equipment with human eyeballs in a jar and a string of thumbs tacked and hanging like Christmas tinsel.

When he isn't sat at his desk, doing more or less something completely different from what he's assigned, he's walking up and down to make sure everyone's on task. He might twirl just a bit on his turns and has a habit of dashing about and ignoring personal space bubbles.]
libraritology: (And everything devolved into chaos.)
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[So Evelyn read from a book she wasn't supposed to. These sorts of things can happen to anyone! After all, what harm could possibly come from reading a book?

Outside of bringing a three-thousand year old mummy back from the dead with a vengeance; It's all well and good until the locusts start swarming and fire rains from the sky.

...right. She stays here - you three, come with me.

[O'Connell is the first to jump into action, which means that Evelyn takes immediate offence.]

Now, just a minute! You can't just leave me behind here like some old kind of carpet-bag, I mean- Who put you in charge-

[After that, in the cloud of anger that has something to do with O'Connell picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder as he forcibly moves her back to her room, she can hardly remember precisely what she's saying. It's all a blur.]

O'Connell! What do you think you are doing? Jonathan!

Ah...sorry, Evie, he's a bit...tall...

O'Connell! Jonathan, you- you coward that you are! O'Connell, you are not leaving me in here!

[The door slams shut behind her, tumbler rolling into place heavily, giving her an instant to realise that he's locked her in.

She tries the handles. She beats against the panels. She briefly considers throwing her typewriter before abandoning the idea, because she only has one and ordering another from London would take far too much time, even using telegram. So Evelyn paces. Sits. Waits.

Her impatience gets the better of her, though, and it isn't long before she gets up, turns the knob again, and - lo and behold! An...

...empty hallway, rather than the parlour guarded by two ill-mannered Americans that she had expected.


[Memories from a place without sand and murderous, undead priests hit her like a wave of vertigo, and she stares down at a curious communicating device in her hand. It looks familiar, but at the same time, it's not something she should know.]


[That definitely puts "saving mankind" on hold, doesn't it?]


May. 22nd, 2012 01:49 pm
willfixitforyou: (All her friends all)
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[Well, someone's amused. What you hear in the background is, oddly, not the sound of battle. Instead, you hear wind. Flying's fun! God Tier is good for that.]

Just for a frame of reference, why don't we make a list of everyone's titles?
How fitting do you find yours?

1 [video]

May. 20th, 2012 12:11 pm
cookingfordogs: (◇ What do you want?)
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[A pair of sleep-deprived eyes looks into the camera, narrowing slightly in frustration before the figure walks out of frame with a soft sigh.

The sound of boots hitting the hard wood flooring of the room can be heard as he walks around the space, growing louder then fading repeatedly.]

So this is it, huh? Not surprised.

[It's not obvious, but he thinks he's dead, and that this is part of the afterlife. What is obvious are the two bloody bullet holes in the breast of his coat. They can be seen when he appears in frame again, this time more of the figure visible; it's a boy with a seemingly permanent frown plastered on his face, examining the communication device lying there before looking off screen. He holds his hand over the area where the holes are; he looks a bit uncomfortable, as if he's hiding some pain.]

What idiot leaves shit like this just lying around anyway...?
not_a_hero: (not sad)
[personal profile] not_a_hero
[The problem with science is sometimes it can take too long. There's time in the middle to be idle, time to kill and no deaths to find interest in. There is simply so much time to just think on the things he can't forget and ruminate on all his failures. With an audience, Sherlock's narcissistic, arrogant, antagonistic attitude is neigh unstoppable but alone he is simply quiet, ghosting around his room in his dressing gown with a sullen expression on his face.

He picks up his violin and starts to play near the windows looking out, the sad melody finally completed as he expresses himself in the only way he really knows how.]


May. 1st, 2012 01:14 am
endlessbeato: sad (lost in thought)
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[A tapping can be heard as a young woman with blue eyes and bright blonde hair done up in a bun peer into the communicator. The hedges of the maze in the gardens can be seen in the background. She seems confused.]

Hm...such a peculiar place this is. It is very strange. I feel like a piece in someone else's game - perhaps another Witch found my actions interesting or deplorable? It can't be that. Witches aren't pieces.

[She fumes over this for a moment before becoming absolutely serious, glaring into the camera.]

Never mind that, though. There are more pressing matters to attend to. Has anyone seen a red-haired young man named Battler Ushiromiya? He's very stubborn and an idiot, although I'm finding these are his redeeming qualities. I wonder if he left my game? I don't know why he would, though...we were getting along so well, and I was finally beginning to understand how much more I have to learn and how far I have to go. If I'm lucky, perhaps he is here as well? If so, I want to continue our game as soon as possible. I do not like the fact that right now, Bernkastel and Lambdadelta are in my territory, possibly doing whatever they please to my peices. Hmph.

[Beato pauses for a moment, her eyes falling as she contemplates to herself.]

I wonder if Teacher's "North Wind and the Sun" strategy worked. I do feel a bit remorseful for what I did, but it was necessary. We were going nowhere, always caught at a stalemate, which, amusing as it was, began to be a bit troubling. I had forgotten the true meaning of the endless magic, but George, Jessica, and Teacher have helped to remind me what it is.

Even so, I will continue this game, no matter how long it takes. I'll make Battler acknowledge me! Anything to see that look on his face again!

[She snaps out of this reverie, coughing slightly in embarrassment.]

That aside, is there anyone that can tell me where I am, or if they've seen Battler? I will make it worth your while, I assure you.
airshipswank: (superfly | lick the boots)
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[ 1. Anyone who runs into Buckingham on the first day of the event will find him displeased on account of his misadventures with birds and magical jewellery. Meet him as he paces the halls, but don't expect to hear more from him than that.

2. Now, the second day is no less public, but rather much louder. It offers a ghastly and savage roar on the fourth floor, to be precise, since the poor duke finds himself looking distinctly unfabulous upon entering a certain castle area...

3. Oh, but it passes, it all passes when his journey takes him to the first floor on the third day. The library has always managed to soothe his temper a little, but these days it seems particularly efficient and a lazy accidental transmission obscured by smoke tells as much.

Now this part of the mansion we must keep...

[ He inhales deeply from the pipe in his hands and sinks into the comfort of one of the event-provided divans.

OOC: Entry backdated to throw him into more situations throughout the entire event. Let me know what your character replies to if it's not clear from context.
libraritology: (...Help?)
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[If she looks bedraggled, it's probably because she's dealt with quite a bit thus far during the event, and isn't having the best time. It could be worse, but it could certainly be better.]

I don't know how many people here have- have changed, but is there anyone who can remember being their very own self?

[She stops walking briskly long enough to tuck a lock of hair behind one ear, chest heaving, pausing outside the mansion to lean against the rough-cut stone wall. A few speckles of red are spattered across one sleeve - an unfortunate encounter with something she'll look up later, something called Compsognathus - a cut scrapes over her cheekbone, as well.

Dinosaurs. Very real, very dangerous dinosaurs in the forest. And a desert off to the east, one she's certain she doesn't want to venture into, not without a camel and a guide.

Anyone who remembers me?


Apr. 29th, 2012 03:25 pm
immortalhoodie: >:I (Mysterion)
[personal profile] immortalhoodie
[Mysterion can be seen on the roof of the mansion, crouched near the edge, gazing down at the grounds in dark contemplation. The moon is full, and his cape flaps in the breeze, blending in with the night sky.]

...There's a villain on the loose. A murderer. A fraud.

A Joker.

I will find you.

I am the night.

[With a mighty swoosh of his cape, the feed ends.]
willfixitforyou: (Oh oh oh oh;)
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[This is clearly an accidental post. At first, all you see is a regular mansion corridor, pant legs swishing into view here and there. If you're listening closely, you may hear the music blasting from where Breakfast at Tiffany's is happening, so this is probably the 1st floor. Finally, the one carrying the journal stops walking. Turns. Speaks up.]

Hello? Sorry, I think you left your door open-

[Advances another few steps and then freezes, the device dropping to the ground. It leaves any viewer with the sight of a plain room, a bed and a nightstand and HOLY SHIT THAT'S A LOT OF BLOOD-

The feed cuts out.

Investigate y/n?]

((ooc: feel free to investigate amongst yourselves too, if you'd like! There will be similar rooms on other floors, which will give enough clues as to these being connected. It is human blood. There are no bodies, however. Well. Maybe body parts, but nothing to identify anyone by. Rest assured nobody was harmed in the creation of these rooms. Jim is, as usual, mostly trolling.))


Apr. 17th, 2012 12:28 am
demiurgos_girl: (Sharpened to the nub of my own will.)
[personal profile] demiurgos_girl
Wonderland goes a bit crazy for a few days, brings back the Jabberwocky, and then brings back the Queen of Hearts to deal with it. [She makes a waving movement with her hand out of pure exasperation, as though she's run out of words.] I feel like a... a little mouse that's being experimented on.

[Her shoulders slump, and she sort of mumbles for a moment.] It's not fair. I guess there are some people here who arrived after the Queen was sent away. She may have looked impressive waving that sword around, but she's bad news. A lot worse than the one in the book.

[She leans back in the chair of her room and folds her arms, her expression hardening.] And I didn't see my mirror at all during the event, which is bad news too.
willfixitforyou: (Open up;)
[personal profile] willfixitforyou
[Easily audible over the quiet sound of steps on stone tiles, you'll hear someone humm curiously. His tone is soft and perhaps unusually calm for a new arrival.]

No, this certainly isn't Kansas anymore.

Now. Some information about this place would be appreciated.

[You're likely to spot him wandering about the Mansion's first floor, entrance hall, library, the like. Specify where, if you'd like to run into him.]


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