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[TEXT and also ACTION]

[Karkat is hanging out in a stairwell. And he has been since yesterday. Because this place is Gross and he wants no part in the bedrooms or in being around other people uuuugh.

However, he has run into a small problem.]


LOOK, I GET THAT WE'RE ALL SUPPOSED TO SHARE ROOMS BLUH BLUH WHO CARES.
BUT THE THING I'M MORE WORRIED ABOUT IS FOOD.
IS THERE FOOD IN THE ROOMS? OR ARE WE SUPPOSED TO MAGICALLY BE ABLE TO FIND IT SOMEWHERE ELSE?
BECAUSE BASED ON MY EXPLORATIONS, THIS PLACE IS SERIOUSLY LACKING ANYTHING ANALOGOUS TO THE KITCHEN OR DINING ROOM.
AND IF WE CAN MAGICALLY GET FOOD BE GOING INTO A ROOM AND ASKING FOR IT, THAT'S REAL FINE AND FUCKING DANDY, BUT IF WE *CAN'T*, WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A BIGGER PROBLEM THAN WANTING TO ALL JUMP INTO A PAIL TOGETHER.
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[Magic baby clones? Murder? The Once-ler's only kind of vaguely been paying attention to any of that. Because a couple of weeks ago, he struck a deal with the vendors and returned to his room with about 47 Truffula tufts, an itchy forehead, and no memories of being in Kindergarden. But hey, whatever! They practically gave him the materials, so who cares? And now, he is on-screen to present his glorious invention. He doesn't have much space, so the Truffula tufts are piled up behind him against the wall.]

My fellow Wonderlandians, I am about to show you something that's going to rock all of your worlds at the same time. I present to you...The Thneed!

[He holds up a yellow one, so everyone can see the design of it, but he's also wearing a pink one as a scarf. For the unfamiliar, it looks a lot like a sweater with four arm holes, two of which are sewn together in a loop.]

You might be thinking "Ew, what the heck is that thing?" or "Oh, that's just a stupid scarf!"! But oh, my friends, it is so much more than that. It's a mop! It's a trampoline! It's a cloth that keeps your face clean! It's a slingshot and a jump rope and a stylish bag - it's everything you wish you had!

[The Once-ler is good at this when he gets on a roll. While he's doing his routine though, he doesn't notice a long green arm reach through his mirror and snatch one of the Truffula tufts right off the pile! Unsurprisingly, since he's been so distracted, this has been going on for a while.]

It's easily the single most useful item you could ever have in Wonderland, and it can be yours today! Now, normally it's just $3.98, but since the circumstances are really weird, I'm going to be much more flexible and open it up to bartering! I know a bunch of you got stuck here without money, or never had American money to begin with, so I'll take whatever you've got! Come haggle with me, and I'll make you a glorious Thneed that will not disappoint.

They come in red, purple, yellow, orange, and pink, and I am open for business from now until forever! And, exclusively to Wonderland, I have plaid models - [He gestures to the Red plaid, and Purple/Yellow plaid that Alex drunkenly preordered.] - and I'm experimenting with specialty colors - [He gestures in the opposite direction to Jade's which is...green-ish? It's hanging out to dry, but all the blue dye appears to be dripping right out of it. He turns the camera away from that disaster.] Uh, those aren't ready for sale yet.

So! Any takers?

[3] Video

Jul. 22nd, 2012 10:13 pm
bureaucracy_is_for_chumps: (Skull heart)
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[When the video feed pops on, Peacock is showing off a very small and happy version of herself to the camera.]

Alright. I don't think I can keep dealin' with this. She's only napped once since she got here and I need my beauty sleep.

I can't even feed her without her cryin' up a storm. [This may seem odd since little Patricia looks so HAPPY! That is until she gets turned to look at Peacock---then she starts wailing. Peacock quickly turns her back to the communicator and the baby hiccups and sniffles sadly.]

Anybody else's baby do that?
cookingfordogs: (◇ I ain't cut out for this.)
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[When the feed starts up, there's a cute little baby boy with brown hair in a green sleeper quietly examining the screen, turning the device in circles as he sucks on a pacifier. Sometimes he flips it backwards, which reveals Shinjiro sleeping beside him.

Baby Shinji eventually bops his older self on the nose with the device, waking him up.]

Hey, that ain't for you.

[Shinjiro gently pries his communicator from his paradox clone's hands.

And then the waterworks start. He just wanted something to play with!]

Damn it...

[Shinjiro sits up, scoops up the boy, and tries to rock him, but they keep going and going... Maybe someone can help?]

Come on, stop crying. You haven't slept since you got here...
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[As if there wouldn't be a 50/50 chance that Sollux would either flip out about a double of himself or deal with it. He's taken up the latter, at the moment, and has made his way down to the kitchen -- which currently resembles a cereal massacre. He's seated on top of the kitchen island, empty boxes of Cap'n Crunch Berries scattered everywhere; the cereal itself half on the floor and half in the huge bowl he has set next to him.

Sollux is throwing out what he deems the useless pieces and trying to feed his tiny grub self the only worthwhile ones, ie red and blue.
]

No. No gog dammnit, thtop trying tu eat green!

Why would you even?


[The grub seems to be the honey badger when it comes to colors, however, even as Sollux pries the offending green cereal from tiny grub legs and chucks it to join its fallen comrades on the floor.
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[The first thing noticeable about the would-be speaker is the very distinctively blue hat and the nasally quality of the voice. A nasally voice that finally pipes up after a silence filled with just glaring into the feed as if it had just shot his puppyGuinea Pig right in front of him.]

...Awesome.

[Craig has been in some weird situations before but so far this just took the cake and shat on it too. Confusion starts to take back seat to being progressively more pissed off as the seconds ticked away.]

Does this look like South Park to you.

[It's not formed as a question as much as an accusation of someone who has just arrived and has had enough of the place already. But then suddenly the video is focusing in on the Mansion and after a moment spent jostling the camera to one hand the other makes its appearance onto the screen in the form typically seen as a rude salute. Good evening Wonderland you’ve just been flipped off by some kid over an incredibly public feed.]

So which one of you assholes thought pulling this one on me would be funny?

[video]

Jul. 6th, 2012 10:27 pm
cookingfordogs: (◇ Quit it.)
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[Wonderland's grumpiest resident makes a rare appearance over the feed, an even deeper frown on his face than usual.]

Is there a room that doesn't do something crazy every week?

If there is, I want it.

[He ends with a sneeze. Too much pollen in the air.]

1. [Video]

Jul. 2nd, 2012 10:57 pm
somanywonders: There's so many... (fright)
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[Oddly, when the video feed initially clicks on, there's nobody in sight - the only thing onscreen is a bedroom, which would be extremely tidy if not for the tangled vegetation spilling through the window and all over the carpet.

There is a voice, but it might take a little effort to make out the words. Not that the speaker is slurring or anything; she's just that quiet.]


U-Um... hello? [It comes out as more of a squeak.

Finally, a face emerges - more accurately, the top half of a face, cut off by the bottom of the screen. And it's a pony's face. A pastel-yellow one, with a pink mane.

The owner of the face doesn't seem to want to make eye contact with the camera.]
I'm awfully sorry to interrupt. I know you must be busy. I just - [A pause. There's a small scraping noise from somewhere below.] I just wanted to know if anypony's seen a white bunny around here. He's really the sweetest little thing, but it's his dinnertime, and I've looked all over, I swear! All I did was step out for a moment, and... [Her voice trails off. She starts to sink under the screen again.] Um. It's okay if you don't know where he is either. No pressure. Thanks for listening, anyway.

[The video cuts out before she disappears entirely.]
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[personal profile] worldsaway
[We all know this part by now, guy was doing something, guy gets transported here, guy is confused. Thor was in the middle of a particularly important something when he appeared in this place. So many things are hanging in the balance right now, Midgard, The Tesseract, Asgard and, while he would not admit to his worry, his brother.

When the feed clicks on he is pacing his room, twirling his hammer in his hand. Right now, he really wants to start smashing the unfamiliar objects in his room. Fortunately, this is a more mature Thor. He knows better than that now. He's taking deep, shakey breaths and mulling over the situation, looking more and more bewildered with every step.

Finally, he pauses and lets out a yell that could shake the walls, his frustration and concern obvious in his roar.]


LOOOOKI!!



[After being tricked so many times, even Thor will catch on eventually.]

44: action

Jun. 24th, 2012 08:45 pm
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In the morning Mark can be found at the beach, digging a wide, shallow pit just above the tide mark. He'll take take the occasional break to hunt the shoreline for bits of driftwood.

When the sun gets high, he'll retreat into the shade of the woods, in search of fallen branches (which are a bit rarer than he'd like--even the wilder parts of Wonderland are a bit manicured.)

In the evening, he hauls his finds back to the beach, stacks them in a tidy pyramid, and crouches down with a book of matches.

Around sunset he'll have a blazing bonfire down at the edge of the water, quite visible from the mansion windows. Feel free to bother him at any point in the process.
bureaucracy_is_for_chumps: Art by adventurerashley @ tumblr! (WHAT'S OVER THERE?)
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[When the feed cuts on it shows Peacock in an empty room, beside her is a record player she got from one of the closets. She thumbs through some records before blowing one off, places it, and then not a minute later some swanky cool music fills the room and the connecting hallways. She grins and starts tapping her feet in time with the music.

In no time she is dancing by herself.
]

Who woulda thought this joint would have a thing like this in the closet?

[And with another grin and a twirl the feed cuts off.]

text;

Jun. 21st, 2012 07:40 pm
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[Blah blah blah, feed clicks on, blah blah blah, orange text. You know what? You know the drill, and it shall pierce the heavens. Let's skip the formalities and jump to the interesting parts.]

Hey.

[How does one convey the feelings of what, followed by the fuck?]

I'm looking for a puppet. Seen him around? Dressed in purple, green eyes, wearing a hat. Goes by Lil' Cal. I was carrying him when I ended up in wherever the hell this place is.
Kinda was expecting Sburb, but hell, Smanse? I can make this work. Why the fuck not.


[Also, all of this is being typed as he's looking about, glancing at rooms (though he's not going to walk into a random bedroom, fuck, dude has some standards with the emphasis on some) and exploring the library and things of that nature, so if there's a preference for starting with something a bit more action oriented and a prompt along the lines of '...and that was when some strange blond guy walked into the room/glanced curiously towards the open door and saw you' why the hell not.]
cookingfordogs: (◇  Hmm...)
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[Shinjiro is outside the campus grounds in the courtyard with one of his familiars, flying about four feet above a patch of snow on the back of his broomstick. A little salamander dragon hatchling is clinging to the front end of the broom handle, staring at the ground with big, wide eyes.]

C'mon.

[No, no! It's too scary, Shinjiro! The little dragon will not do it! It chirps and inches closer to Shinjiro.]

Quit bein' a scaredycat. You got this.

[The seventh year Gryffindor student gently plucks the hatchling up and positions him back at the end of the broomstick.]
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[ Good morning, darling seventh year students! Remember when Charms was a harmless subject with a lovable old professor and a slim to none chance of suffering emotional or physical trauma? No? Excellent.

Today each of you will find a candle sitting on the desk in front of them. Don't worry, unlike last time it will not grow teeth and attack you on sight. So sit down, get comfortable and listen to the task at hand!
]

Now, given the dreadful quality of your memory charms last week I trust that at least none of you will have any trouble recalling... the freezing charms you were taught in your third year. Today-

[ He snaps his fingers, lighting all the candles in the room at once. ]

-you will freeze the small flame in front of you.

[ He allows for a dramatic pause and for his students to wonder what place child's play like that has in a seventh year class. ]

Of course there... is a catch. Not only do I expect your actual incantation to be silent, no, I... should also like you to move your wand and lips as if you were conjuring fire. Allow me to demonstrate.

[ Professor Buckingham draws his wand (Dogwood, dragon heartstring, 15¾”, rather flexible, of course) and aims a flowing motion and a booming Incendio! at the candle on his desk, but instead of flames his wand produces a jet of ice that freezes flame, candle and holder solid.

Cue moment to let the display sink in.
]

To maintain the appearance of one charm while executing another is the very peak of focus, control and unity between you and... your wand, not to mention quite the edge in a duel.

[ It's also a rather underhanded technique and greatly frowned upon by Professor La Fère... which is all the more reason to teach it passionately and thoroughly!

Buckingham grins broadly and moves to the side of the classroom in strides.
]

That said, good luck and... do mind the eyebrows, eh?

[ For any ghosts, members of the faculty or students not presently suffering from his class Professor Buckingham will be in his office, grooming his owl. He will also be wandering the hallways often enough, especially to return a little something to a certain Ravenclaw's office. ]

For the curious, everybody else's lesson plan under the cut! )
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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.]
[personal profile] insidethechimney
[It's Divination time and the classroom - if an attic room, heavy with an eclectic mix of incense smoke (cinnamon bun, buttercream and vanilla) and filled with beanbags could really be called that - is a little noisier than usual. There's a clucking sound not often associated with schoolwork. It's coming from the chickens congregated around Professor Pie.]

Isn't it the meaniest mean thing that people cut up these sweeties for their entrails, just to see if their Quidditch team is going to catch one measly little shiny ball? I mean, it is really shiny. I can see why they want it. But the chickens want stuff too. Like to not be dead.

[She claps her hands together. Yes, she has a point and she's getting to it.]

So! Let's bring Divination into a new century of fantasticness by doing a little research experiment! Everyone's going to take a chicken and a diary. You've got to monitor your chicken - watch how it moves, how loud it is - and record what happens to you at all times. Every little thing could be a pirouette forward in the science of Divination! Next week, we'll gather all the records together and look for any correlation! Remember to keep your chicken with you at all times. I'll know if you don't and you'll lose...say, twenty-seven house points per minute not spent with the chicken.

[OOC: threads for the different year groups will be below! Feel free to ask Professor Pie questions or bond with your new feathery life partner.]

[video]

Jun. 13th, 2012 11:08 am
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[See Barton. A little sleepdeprived and nursing a cup of coffee, but, it seems, not in a bad mood.]


So I've been meaning to ask. Anyone else interested in setting up a shooting and archery range? I need one, unless one of you wants to volunteer as moving target - promise I'll miss, if you do [he cracks a smile at that] - shooting trees all the time isn't really a challenge. So I'm gonna see if I can make one of the empty rooms here something more elaborate. I'll soundproof it, don't worry, not gonna disturb anyone's beauty sleep.
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[The video switches itself on for no apparent reason. At the other end of the room, Aradia is... uh, smiling. At a mirror, very intently. It looks extremely forced and also kind of creepy, because what the fuck.

She continues this for about a minute, then abruptly stops, now staring at the mirror blankly.

Another minute later, she goes right back to the freakish smiling thing. She goes back and forth like this for awhile, possibly forever if someone doesn't interrupt her.

(also open to mirrors, if they feel like writing at her)]
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D --> Hello
D --> I have been attempting to build something
D --> Finally
D --> After spending several hours every day
D --> In the library
D --> But I need the proper supplies
D -- > The closets have been helpful, yes
D --> But
D --> If anyone knows where I can find large amounts of metal
D --> Or has anything to spare
D --> Please leave a message here
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[So. What happens when you're a bored prankster with closets that can give you whatever you need?

Prank Wars happen. World Prank War I is about to begin.

Rainbow Dash decides to start off small for now. It takes careful planning and time, but she will finally see her creation bear fruit.

Step one, get a bucket. Step two, fill it with custard. Step three, put food coloring into it. Repeat, but use a different color for each bucket.

She's got enough custard filled buckets to place them at strategic doors of the mansion, and enough to go for quite a few rounds of it if she feels like.

Nobody will see it coming.]

[action]

Jun. 6th, 2012 11:55 pm
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[Pinkie Pie can't remember the last time she saw Rarity. Today, she decides, is the day that changes. Part of her gnaws away at the idea that her best friends has been whisked away. That part is being drowned out, literally, by the obscene amount of noise she's making. She's attached bells to her neck and tails and is dashing madly around the first floor, knocking on all the doors in no particular order and calling,]

"Raaarityyyyyy! Raaaarityyyyy! I found shinies!"

[And she does have a huge satchel brimming with gems, sequins, tin foil and other sparkly things. If she can't find Rarity, she'll use it to bribe anyone she does come across for information.]
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[Right, so this place was obviously not New Meridian. Peacock growls and kicks at a near-by pumpkin in irritation as she casually lights up a cigar and takes a few over exaggerated drags before flicking it onto some of the lettuce below.

Veggies suck anyway.] I'm seriously two seconds from blowin' this joint, and I don't mean exiting stage right.

[She'd tried that. Didn't work. Just ended up popping out of the forest right back where she started. She had to give this place props for the cartoon effect it had going there. Too bad her patience is growing thin. So she casually pulls a bomb from her skirt and rolls it in her hands.] Hmm...

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