Jul. 23rd, 2013 04:21 pm
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[The network comes on to show a man’s face. His brow is creased with worry and he attempts a smile, though it’s not entirely successful.]

I understand we’re all trapped here. And this is.. Wonderland? Or so I’m told. I find that notion pretty ridiculous. No doubt we’re all being fooled. We just have to look at this logically to figure out how to get back home. I’m sure the parlor tricks here are very impressive, but we can’t honestly believe we’re being held here by magic, of all things.

Anyway, my name is John Watson. I was in the British Army and I’m a doctor. If anyone needs medical attention, let me know. I’ll do what I can to help.

✑ one

Jul. 10th, 2013 12:09 am
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I do believe the French have coined a phrase for it. Folie à plusieurs, madness, shared by many. It seems entirely improbable considering the circumstances where several of you have found their way to this establishment. [ He's glancing behind him, towards a towering window in a hallway he's found. ] As unlikely as it seems that so many of us share a delusion in which we've been abducted from a familiar place and set here, perhaps it's best to accept such a fact. The alternative... [ Being that they are here, that this is actually something that's happening. ] Is more so.

I would like to ask a question of those who have found their way to this mansion. Did you recall what happened when you lost sight of your own existence? Was there an event that triggered the occurrence? Perhaps a particular food that you've never tried before. [ He's determined to understand this, to analyze their surroundings and what they mean. Certainly there's a symbolism, a common ground that's caused them to find themselves here. ]

And speaking of food, is there a kitchen available? According to this leaflet I've found in my assigned room, there's apparently not a possible way out. I figure I would make the most of my time in a productive manner.
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[ He's perfectly used to the sound of his own voice as well as his image reflecting on the screen of the little palm pilot. Jim seems perfectly natural at that, holding it up, despite it not quite matching the communicators or PADDs that he's used to. The man is in the yard on the outskirts of the grounds, looking a little bewildered, a little confused. He's familiar with strange surroundings, being in a new place that's yet to be discovered - what he hasn't realized quite yet is what and where this place is. Kirk seems to be looking up at the sky that stretches above the grounds, blue eyes squinting to try to see if he can spy a starship in the sky. Mumbling comes from him, something that sounds remarkably like: ] Likely not able to be visible in any case, atmospheric cover is too thick, jamming the signal? [ He's talking to himself, walking over the grass, taking a deep breath of air that tastes like Earth's. Seems a bit otherworldly nonetheless, something about it just feels...sort of...fantastical. ]

Enterprise, do you read me? [ Louder than the mumbling, in fact he's speaking directly into the device. Though it seems he's not very sure what he's referring to, not quite aware of the place he's been beamed down to. Wasn't he beamed down? He's having a bit of difficulty remembering exactly how he's gotten to this world, this planet he's deemed already as alien and foreign. ]

Captain's Log, date..to be determined. I'm without a landing party, which is weird if you ask me. Not...very sure where I am. Nor how I got here. I remember... well it seems a little foggy at the moment, not sure if that's a side-effect of the planet, perhaps? [ It's just then that he glances behind him to the looming mansion. ] Fairly certain it's inhabited, but question still stands - with who, and with what?
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Victim is female. 1.66 m. Roughly twenty years of age.

Discovered prone, facedown in a sprawl on a patch of grass some three hundred meters from the manor. Sprawl was unnatural, limbs twisted, which suggests she made no attempt to catch herself when she fell. Disturbances in the grass indicate a struggle between two combatants, victim and assailant. The latter was, judging by the size of his footprints, taller than the former, of greater weight. Compared to the rest of the populace this makes the assailant likely to be male. Additionally, the disturbance of the grass and the soil indicates that the killer’s shoes were of an athletic sort, with cleats for traction.

Body showed relatively few signs of defensive injury; I was able to recover no usable hairs or fibers from the body. She had been killed quickly and abandoned with no great care, suggesting the act was not premeditated but rather opportunistic. Either the killer panicked and fled or felt for some other reason no desire to linger; his footsteps, such as they may be discerned, lead away from the scene of the crime with no sign of circumambulation or pacing. Additionally likely to be an opportunistic attack due to the length between strides and the degree of the disturbance of grass and soil, which indicate that the assailant ran rather than walked towards the victim, culminating in a single leap to close the distance.

Cause of death was easily discerned: victim’s skull was fractured in multiple places by a collection of blows to the side of the head. Damage extensive; death quick. The instrument was clearly blunt: the caving of the bone and the formation of hematoma underneath the tissue indicate a rounded club of some persuasion, wielded with great force.

Could be of some use to you lot. Might want to be careful who you trust.
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[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.]
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[Considerably more well-equipped and well-trained with weaponry now than she was the last time she was in Wonderland, Evelyn has holed up in the library with several heavy barricades of shelving that serve as dense walls and a veritable labyrinth of books to the uninitiated.

(The moral of this story is don't mess with librarians, because they probably learned how to make homemade explosives from their ex-soldier husbands.)

Armed with a rifle - because she heard the snarling down the main floor hallway and didn't fancy a peek - and a determined disposition, she offers a public service announcement:

For those of you unable to reach the fifth floor bar, the library is stocked and currently in a strategically defensible position.

[It's got height, emergency exits, and incredibly weighty paper things to lob at bad guys.]

It can be accessed by the first and second floors- but please be careful, mind you, the bloody Bandersnatch isn't just a storybook beast.

[PRIVATE text to Philip LaFresque:] Are you all right?
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[The transmission opens awkwardly, as Joan fiddles with the not-yet-familiar device.] ...so these just broadcast to everyone, right? All right, there it goes. [Deep breath!] This is Joan Watson, and if anyone has the time to explain some things in more detail than what I could piece together from previous broadcasts, I would definitely appreciate that.

[She turns the phone a bit, showing the front door of the mansion behind her, so people inclined to speak to her in person can find her, then turns it back to her face.]

I'd also like to contribute however I can. I don't know what kind of skill sets are represented here, but I used to be a doctor. If that need's already being filled, then I'd like to get in touch with whoever is most active in investigating this... mass kidnapping.

Thank you in advance.

001 | Video

Apr. 1st, 2013 08:04 am
thezerothlaw: (alert)
[personal profile] thezerothlaw
[Though he's not used to this particular device, he knows computers, and with some patient investigation, it doesn't take him long to figure this one out.]

I'd appreciate help, if I may be so bold as to ask. My name is Daneel Olivaw. I'm not certain how I came to be here, nor am I clear about where I am. I was on Earth most recently. I'm no longer clear about what planet I'm on, and I'm concerned I may have suffered damage in whatever method was used to bring me here.

[He pauses; his voice is steady and calm, but he's... confused.]

If this is not Earth, is this a Spacer or a Settler world?
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Is it possible that I am merely dreaming and remain unaware of it?

[The feed has turned on, but Valjean has not yet noticed that he is being recorded. There is something strange at work here, although he cannot quite tell what that might be.

The moment of his passing remains clear enough in his memory, yet here he is, standing, walking, and yes, breathing. Was it all something he had imagined? He frowns, wishing for some inspiration, some bolt of understanding to come.

He lifts his gaze from the ground, wondering if there is anyone nearby who might have an explanation for this; it is quiet and he cannot hear anything that would suggest he is not alone. But he ventures forth a brief statement nonetheless.]

If there are any souls about, kindly reveal yourselves. I wish only to speak with you.

[He holds up his hands to show that he is unarmed and completely uninterested in being a threat. There is nothing on his person but the device that has not yet registered itself as important in Valjean's mind.

He smiles a rather bemused smile as he bends down to inspect a single flower pushing its way up through the grass. There are worse places one could be, he decides, even if he is alone.]


Mar. 26th, 2013 04:20 pm
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[ No stranger to technology, Tony doesn't have difficulty figuring out the purpose of what he assumes is a tablet and he definitely doesn't have trouble using it. When he turns the video on, his face is mostly centered in it and he's looking into it with the confidence of a man who has addressed people via video conference so many times he can do it in his sleep. ]

All right, this whole Overlook thing you've got going? It's great. Very early eighties horror movie. Kubrick would be proud. Thing is, I'm kind of in the middle of something and I don't really have time for the whole "all work and no play" shtick.

[ He smiles apologetically, like he's actually sorry that he can't stick around and go stir crazy, a la Jack Nicholson's performance in the Shining. ]

So let's cut to the chase and fast-forward through the usual negotiations that inevitably get nowhere. Just send me back. Because believe me when I tell you, trying to keep me captive? It never goes well for anybody.
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[There are problems, and then there are problems. Case in point: Sherlock has been staring down at this mobile for three... no, two minutes and forty-seven, not that it matters; nothing has changed, and that, there it is: the problem. It's pristine. Nothing on it but his own fingerprints, a bit of dust, and that's a problem too.

This is not his mobile.

This room certainly isn't the one in which he'd fallen fitfully asleep last night, clothed on a grimy mattress in an unofficial lodging house. The place had smelled of mildew, unwashed bedclothes, of the smoke of cigarettes and plenty of other unsavoury things.

This room... this room is something else entirely, and this mobile too. Everything is just as bare. Untouched. Uncanny. It makes the hair at the nape of his neck stand on end, this... quietness.

He's looked himself over. No marks. No puncture wounds. Nothing, not even hidden by hair or hairline. It's not possible.

Three minutes. Nothing has changed. Nothing but a few breaths more, a few more minutes' worth of oxidation, inching closer to death, as though that matters, ha, as though it'll be any more intolerable than this. Less, really, less intolerable than this, certainly less intolerable than the endless stretch of endless days full of nothing but inanity, stimuli without purpose, the white noise of constant sensory bombardment with no thread to tie it together, dull days on the couch, smell of leather fabric cigarettes (faintly) Mrs. Hudson's perfume (from the hallway) third step on the way up always creaks and the floor isn't quite cool enough most days to be soothing to bare feet. Even silk chafes, the sound of the shower running makes him want to slam his head in a door until it stops, just stops, all of it st--

Sherlock presses his lips thin.

There comes from deep in his throat a noise of frustration, and the video feed is suddenly obscured by a large hand, sweeping the mobile across the desk on which it sits and depositing it into a pocket. There comes the sound, faintly muffled, of chair legs scraping across the floor, and the clatter as it falls. Then there are footsteps, a long stride, hurried, and the slamming of a door before the hand that's shoved back into the pocket where the mobile rests, cutting the feed as accidentally as it was commenced.

Sherlock takes to the hallways. Who has captured him be damned – he'll work that out as he makes his way out of here. There's no time for this. Too much to do. Too much that he needs to do so that he can go home.


Oct. 26th, 2012 09:18 am
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[Sherlock is dressed as a pirate and looking rather dashing in costume as well. He doesn’t seem too annoyed by this in the least, really. He has Billy the skull out on his table with a little patch over the eye socket for a cohesive thematic. He’s always been a bit dramatic and costumes and make-believe suit him just fine.]

Bit American this but nothing wrong with Fancy Dress. Could certainly have offered up something less appealing as means of a costume. No, I’d say this is rather nice, really.

[He drums his fingers over the skull, not really able to stop the small smirk of satisfaction on his face.]

These Halloween things generally start out fine and deteriorate into something nasty. Could get dangerous.

I’m beginning to wonder if these Events are not simply a byproducts of our memories being stolen but are actually in a way a test—a set of randomly generated trials which are set to see if we are worthy of something. It would give being here more a purpose than simply as a means of food and make as much sense with the current understanding that Wonderland wants us alive but events seem to put us in harms way. I’ll need more time to really fortunate any hypothesis worth investing in. Tony perhaps—

[Twitch. No, wait, Tony is gone.]

--Oh, nevermind.

More than simply guessing, my time would be better spent if I had information from a knowledgeable source. If there is ever a means to contact the Queen, do let me know. I greatly desire an audience.


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?
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:33 < *ac furowns at the network unsure of how to phrase this*
:33 < *quite frankly she is purrplexed!*
:33 < *eventually she decides to just say what is on her mind*
:33 < i have b33n watching some of these human romance movies and read a few novels of the same genre
:33 < they are really purretty fascinating! you humans can be surpurrisingly passionate about your relationships! :OO
:33 < but some things came up that made me curious
:33 < why do you ask about what love is or f33ls like?
:33 < it s33ms purretty straight forward furom what ive s33n and read so why do you ask these questions?
:33 < *ac pawses fur a moment befur admitting something*
:33 < then again i am not quite sure what human love entails and how much of it diffurs furom troll culture
:33 < if there is even such a diffurence
:33 < i suppose what i want to ask is
:33 < what is love to a human and why do you question it so often?
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[Anyone who happened to stumble upon this video feed would be greeted (and very happily so) by one particularly cheerful penguin plush.

Minato's room was all covered in black and white and spots of yellow or orange now. There were penguin plushies all over the bed, some on his desk where they happily took over, and near the closet in a neatly arranged group.

And all along the floor were even more penguin plushes that it was a miracle Minato could actually walk or get from one side of the room to the other, like he had to swim through them.

One of the penguin plushes on the overcrowded shelf fell off and bapped Minato on the head before tumbling to the floor.]

--Ah. Sorry.

[He smiled slightly, picking it up and putting that little guy back up onto the shelf next to his seal friend and made sure both plushes had enough room and were now on terra firma (or shelf firma).]

... I don't know which one of you is best. What do you think?


Aug. 26th, 2012 05:56 pm
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This place is severely lacking in mysteries to solve.
It's actually disappointing!
I can't deduce the reason for it. The only thing I can think is that people are keeping all the mysteries to themselves.
Because I find it hard to believe that there are no missing bric-a-brac or strange, unsettling parts of the mansion that need investigation.

Normally I wouldn't complain, but I'm bored out of my skull! And as much as I love baking, I'm somewhat reluctant to take up the spoon again. Cooking up a thousand confectioneries tends to drain on one's desire to work around the kitchen, as you might imagine.

So would someone throw me a bone here? This Gum-shoe is in dire need of work!


Aug. 6th, 2012 08:27 pm
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I am holding a private party and require entertainment.

Music is a must. Theatre would be nice but I have low expectations from you all. Performing arts in general, really. I want class and culture.

Sign up here.
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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. )


Jul. 13th, 2012 11:38 pm
was_a_soldier: (sincerity at it's finest)
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Sorry, this is so overdue, I was dealing with an... incident.

[If anyone notices him brushing his fingers against his neck absently, pay that no mind... he's just remembering where his neck was slashed open.

He clears his throat awkwardly, drops his hand and continues, expression growing concerned.]

...In any case, I'm looking for a young boy named Conan. He was injured quite badly the other day and I was... interrupted while treating him.

Has anyone seen or talked to him? Is he alright?

I owe him an apology.
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[With all the brouhaha that's been going on, Evelyn didn't quite notice her older brother's disappearance until after she'd woken up from that dreadful affliction in Wonderland called being dead. Lacking sibling support is one of the things making recovery that much more difficult.

It was nothing, really.

Your standard slit-throat-and-heart-removal. Evie barely remembers it happening: for an instant, there was pain, but it was like something out of a bad dream.

Since then, she's been spending a lot less time reading and a lot more time thinking. Even now, she can be found at one of the library's window seats, arms around her knees, cat occasionally venturing into her presence.

If you're not wandering through the bookshelves in her area, you might muse over the text she's decided to send today.

Good friends are really very hard to come by.

[And now she's learned this the painful way.]


Jul. 5th, 2012 08:01 pm
not_a_hero: (On the case)
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There is a murderer on the loose.

Please remain in the safety of your rooms or with a companion if you must venture out so long as the companion is assuredly not the aforementioned murder. Possible suspects include one James Moriarty for those to whom that has any significance.

John, a word. Now.
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[the video feed flicks on. see: one very sulky looking teenager.]

...Did anyone else lose their chicken?
brainkegger: ((Tara) Meh.)
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[The feed flips on and Tara sits on her bed, eyes a little red. She clears her throat before speaking.]

So. I guess it became pretty clear during that event that I'm...not what you'd call "all there". I've got an explanation for that, but it's, uh, it's got nothing to do with magic. Unfortunately.

[She scratches at her neck, awkward. Hesitant. She wanted to avoid this for as long as possible but, well. There's no doing that now.

The most she can do is try and avoid saying what it is exactly.]

I have a psychological disorder. It can make me act pretty strange when it kicks in, but I swear I am not dangerous. I'm just...quirky.

[The word falls flat in the face of everything she's still hiding, but she tries not to show the discomfort in her face.]

Thanks for understanding, everyone. If you have any more questions, I can explain more specifically, but...to be honest, I don't want to become a freak show if I can avoid it.
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[The feed clicks on to show a pretty, green-eyed brunette, her lips pursed up in annoyance. It's clear that she isn't happy with her current situation.]

There are better ways to catch my attention than kidnapping me. Thought I should clarify that.

[Her voice is cool, accent distinctly English but not glass-cut.]

Usually, people tend to buy me dinner. Maybe a few drinks.

[There's a brief smirk.]

I'm just curious as to why I was brought here in the first place; it doesn't really serve much of a purpose...unless you want something from me. I prefer to conduct business in person but since I doubt you'd want to show me your face, then I suppose it will have to do via this device.

I'll be waiting for your reply.

[The feed ends.]
was_a_soldier: (trust me i'm a doctor)
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Welcome to the Hospital Wing. There are two uniformed doctors bustling about between the students, teachers and staff that have made their way to this area for a wide range of ailments and illnesses. 

Please, set yourself on one of the available beds and either Professor Morita or Professor Watson will be with you shortly. Or, if you're here to discuss something with a doctor that isn't an immediate medical issue, feel free to wait in either of our offices. 

Please remember, only up to 6 visitors at a time, and talk at a reasonable volume so as to not disturb the other patients. 

[ooc: John's uniform is based off of a Victorian era doctor's outfit, basically akin to Jude Law's outfit in this scene of the RDJ movies. Professor Morita-mun, let me know if you have any other notes to add to our general post!]
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.]


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