sporty_pottymouth: (HEY ASSHOLE!)
[personal profile] sporty_pottymouth
Hey!! Is anyone else getting harassed by dogs in bandannas?

[And as if on cue one of the aforementioned dogs pops its head on screen and headbutts Stan lightly in the shoulder before saying in a forced high-pitched voice.]

Oh Mister Hero~~ Come and play catch with us~~ Pleaaaaaaase~? [The dog dramatically throws itself against his shoulder and whines.

Stan seems a little put off by this, but pats the dog on its shoulder.
]

No!! I won't play 'catch' with you, get off me! I'm trying to find out what's going on!

video

Nov. 22nd, 2012 02:55 pm
placed_first: (little bitches get out)
[personal profile] placed_first
So I know it's Thanksgiving and all, but since we get tacos and chicken and turkey for free all the time. How come we don't just. Celebrate all week long?

Like forever.

I think that'd be a good plan. [Insert some amazingly super casual taco eating here.]
learnedsomething: kyle is smiling but not very much (small smile)
[personal profile] learnedsomething
[Hope no-one else intended to use the ballroom today because Kyle has taken it over. It's now less of a ball-room and more of a ball-pit, with a bouncy castle in the middle of the room. Totally an improvement in his ten year old eyes.]

It's Stan's birthday today. [Just in case the banner saying 'Happy Birthday Stan!' wasn't clue enough.] Anyone who isn't an asshole can come to the party.

[Who can resist an offer like that? And then it's video feed filtering time.]

Private to Stan )
sporty_pottymouth: (Bummed)
[personal profile] sporty_pottymouth
[Stan is visible on screen just staring at a guinea pig that is curled up on his lap. It is chewing carefully on the tip of a carrot and when he strokes its back it looks up at him.]

Hey! Has anybody here seen Craig? He's a kid that's like my age, but he has this really dumb blue hat on. He isn't in his room anymore and now I'm stuck with like five guinea pigs! I don't even know where the rest of them went.

... Anybody want one of these guys? They're pretty mellow but I don't know what to do with them. I was holding them in me and Kyle's room until Craig found out what to do with them, but I guess the asshole just bailed.

[But secretly Stan is actually pretty worried after all that weird shit went down. Like creepy death fog and such.]
forsaintcecilia: (I has a trumpet)
[personal profile] forsaintcecilia
[Kazuki has taken up a new habit.]

[Every morning at 6 am sharp for the past week, he's gone down to the front garden to play a robust reveille to wake up every sane person in the mansion. At least momentarily. Because 6 am is totally a normal, responsible time to be awake for everybody!]

[And then every night around sunset, he returns to the same spot to play taps. This is significantly less annoying, but still just as loud.]

[Onlookers, feel free to open your window and throw a shoe at him or something. Or send him a stern text.]
smilethatbites: (and wag my tail when I'm angry)
[personal profile] smilethatbites
Now, now. I don't find this at all amusing. Do you see how I'm switching my tail? I'm not a dog, so you ought to know what that means.

I have a heavy feeling in my paws, like a dark sun rolling through a dark sky. I simply can't shake it off.

I will just have to find a quiet corner to sit still in like a statue of a cat and wait it out there.
aquarium_tipper: (how even)
[personal profile] aquarium_tipper
[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.
immortalhoodie: mysterious as the dark side of the moon (mysterion looming)
[personal profile] immortalhoodie
[Mysterion - aka Kenny McCormick - is seated behind his desk, looking grave. The news of the attacks came as a bit of a shock to him.]

I found out about what happened recently. For that...I'm sorry. Coon & Friends are supposed to protect the citizens, and we failed in that. I promise we'll do better next time.

That being said, I think it's time to discuss potential alliances and candidates into our organization. Those of the superhero persuasion should contact me as soon as possible. We need to work together if we have any hope of protecting the people here.
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[personal profile] bullyingtendencies

[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?
brainkegger: ((Alice) Seduction is an art too)
[personal profile] brainkegger
[Alice looks severe. Not angry or happy or anything in particular just...severe. Intense. Intimidating, even in her rouge and lipstick. Maybe because of the lipstick.]

So. It's come to my attention that our morals have gone a bit...lax. While I can't claim to be perfectly sinless, I do think I make a daily effort to better myself and those close to me, and if I'm doing that much, why shouldn't I offer to extend my efforts to the entire mansion?

[She holds up a book. The Good Book, to be precise. You know-- the Bible.]

Starting this Sunday, I'll be hosting a class once a month to remind everyone of the values I know you all hold deep down. As I can't expect everyone to get up at six AM sharp like I always do, I'll simply record my lessons for you. Feel free to reflect on them whenever you have time, but it would please me very much to see some of you in person. I'll be using one of the tea rooms for the recordings, more info TBA!

[She pauses, clearly trying to remember what else she meant to say.]

Oh! There will be coffee and freshly made donuts after every meeting! Everyone is welcome to stop by just for the snack if they so desire.

[The tone of her voice suggests that Alice wouldn't exactly suggest anyone do that.]

Well, thank you all for listening. I hope to have some intriguing discussions this Sunday! God bless!
libraritology: (My parents didn't make the flight.)
[personal profile] libraritology
[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.]
bigfuckingbird: (Default)
[personal profile] bigfuckingbird
[The video shows Swain hanging around the kitchen.]

I believe I owe Wonderland an introduction.

[The new, fledgling bird on his shoulder perch caws and stretches her wings. He hushes her.]

My name is Jericho Swain, Grand General of Noxus. I've seen that we're not organized in the slightest. This needs to change if any of us are to find an escape.

Those who care to discuss the matter further can find me in the kitchen.

[He sits back further in the chair and cuts the video off, momentarily showing a pot of tea.]

1. [Video]

Jul. 2nd, 2012 10:57 pm
somanywonders: (Default)
[personal profile] somanywonders
[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.]
sporty_pottymouth: (You don't mean that do you?)
[personal profile] sporty_pottymouth
[The feed cuts on and focuses on a kid that doesn't look too happy. Pretty nervous, if anything.]

Huh? Oh, this thing works? Wow, I didn't think it would since I just found it in the trash.

[A pause.]

Uh. 'Sup, dude? I found your phone or whatever... wanna tell me where I am? Where'd everybody go?
bureaucracy_is_for_chumps: Art by adventurerashley @ tumblr! (WHAT'S OVER THERE?)
[personal profile] bureaucracy_is_for_chumps
[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.]

[video]

Jun. 20th, 2012 05:26 am
learnedsomething: chibi Kyle panicking (oh shit!)
[personal profile] learnedsomething
[Kyle's just sitting on his bed, innocently reading one of the many books he's taken from the library when the camera comes on. Man, this is going to be a boring feed. Or it would be, if Kyle's mirror hadn't been spying and decides that now is the perfect time to put his and mirror Poland's plan in action. So he throws something thick, pink and twelve inches long at Kyle's head after setting it to vibrate first.

The force of the dildo sends Kyle face first into his book. He gets up, swearing, and looks for what interrupted him.]


AHHHHHHH!

[But being hit with dildos is nothing when he recognises the smell: pee and bananas, the two worst things in the world.]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[Then he sees that he's being filmed. Fuck you, camera, you're going off - for an hour, anyway, until he's fully cleaned and the offending object disposed of.]

Why didn't anyone tell me that the mirors can send stuff over here? And how do we send stuff back?
onsilksheets: (pic#3852512)
[personal profile] onsilksheets
[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.]
reckless_eagle: (If you say so...)
[personal profile] reckless_eagle
[MAN, is Feliks glad to get out of his room for a little while! After that little blowout with Zuko...]

[Actually, he's kind of glad to get out the the rest of the castle, too. No one's said anything about any of the embarrassing stuff that got out during Charms, but he's pretty sure that doesn't mean anyone's forgotten about it.]

[He brought his broom with him to Hogsmeade, but honestly, he doesn't feel too much like flying just yet. Maybe after a chocolate frog or two, but right now, he's just going to lie on a grassy little hill by a small stream bank and unwind.]

[Noticing the little light that means he's being recorded, he gives a frustrated little sigh, flicks his wand to turn off the device, and eats, like, three more chocolate frogs. Sometimes you need to, ok? Don't judge.]
onetruepurring: (Gigglesnort)
[personal profile] onetruepurring
[Nepeta is out in the Entrance Hall this fine Saturday. She's so pumped for Hogsmeade, especially for her not-date with Karkat!]

Well, it is the furst day of Hogsmeade. What is efurryone going to be doing? Maybe I will see you there!

Oh, and fur those who cannot go, maybe I can pick something up fur you while I am out? I do not mind stopping by Honeydukes if you tell me what you want!

Action: Karkat )
hahahaha: (> Inside this fantasy)
[personal profile] hahahaha
[The camera is pointed at the top of a cauldron, brimming with a smooth, liquid gold concoction, above which a thin, sharp-looking wand circles, keeping the draught in motion without actually touching it. A wisp of steam rises from the surface, glitters in the air, and another hand enters the frame to adjust the heat quickly.]

Low heat. No simmering, no boiling.

[Anri's voice is absent, but calm, confident, as she rereads the instructions for perhaps the eightieth time from just off camera.]

Don't allow potion to congeal. Keep in motion until complete.

[There's the sound of a book closing and her wand circles a few more times before flicking upward, guiding the liquid from the cauldron into several glass bottles sitting to the side. Her motions are controlled and therefore so is the motion of the potion, never moving too fast or splashing against anything. When each of the bottles is full, she caps them tightly and sighs in relief.]

Felix Felicis. Done.


[Anri is set up in the Ravenclaw common room, leafing through a book of advanced potions.]
forgottenmother: ([Human] Ooooo shiny!)
[personal profile] forgottenmother
[Well, Amaterasu has everything set up for her little ducklings students.

Second Years are going over to the lake for their lesson! She's already spoken to the Merfolk and gained permission to include some of them into the plan today.

As for the Third Years....]


This way, please!

[She shepherds them to a corral, where a few Hippogriffs are dotted here and there inside. Ammy turns to the students and gives them all a stern look.]

Now, Hippogriffs are proud and polite creatures. Do not insult one or they will likely rip you to shreds. Just be polite and flatter them. Make sure you bow first, and once they bow back you may approach the Hippogriff.

[Now, as for the Fourth Years...Ammy is standing in the usual spot, but she has a guest. This guest is a Sphinx. She beams happily at them.

Fifth Years are being led to a tree near her hut. At this tree is a unicorn and its foal.

Sixth Years are going to meet a centaur!

Finally, the Seventh Years are going to be getting a hands-on experience with a gryphon.

Of course, any professors with free time are welcome to take a look at what their eccentric, motherly colleague is putting into these kids' heads.]
not_a_hero: (you're late)
[personal profile] not_a_hero
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.]
endlessbeato: magic (butterflies)
[personal profile] endlessbeato
[The feed turns on to show Beato's room. It's extravagant, as to be expected of the Golden Witch, and there seems to be a bit of a commotion in the background. A few goat-headed butlers are trying to mop up some champagne that's spilled onto the floor, while another is wrestling with the closet, which has poured out a huge pile of wine and sake bottles. There are bowls full of crunchy, salty snacks on a table behind her, arranged as if she were expecting guests. Classical music with an otherworldly hint to it is being played on a old record player, and the witch seems to be in high spirits. Her cheeks are flushed with drink, and she grins into the camera.]

Just because the mansion is finished providing everyone with drink doesn't mean the party has to be over yet! Anyone is welcome to stop by! I am a most gracious hostess, and will provide you with good drink and tasty food! I promise that there's no Krauss wine, Eva salad, or Rudolf pie. Only decent foods.

Battleeeer. You should definitely stop by. Nothing wrong with having a drink with friends!
immortalhoodie: whatever (bored)
[personal profile] immortalhoodie
I am sick and tired of drinking apple cider. What is this, amateur hour??? I may be a kid, but I can handle my shit!!!

Private to Kyle )

To the rest of you: I will do anything for a shot of alcohol or a beer. Hell, just a sip. C'mon, help a bro out!

[Never mind the fact that he's a minor. And never mind the fact that his parents cook meth in his backyard and drink Pabst Blue Ribbon all the time and get into huge fights, and usually after they pass out he ends up drinking what beer is left over anyways because how else are you supposed to cope with a crazy, poor, dysfunctional family?]
soothingtones: (why the hell)
[personal profile] soothingtones
Dear Wonderland,

I suppose it is time to give myself a proper introduction to those not familiar with me. My name is Sona, called the maven of the strings by many. I am a healer, if need be, please feel free to contact me velocissimo, should you be wounded or ill.

I am curious to see if any of you would care to come to a small impromptu concert, if not, a simple sitting with tea is perfectly fine. I do not know many of you, and I plan to change that. If you choose the latter, be aware that I cannot speak.



beneathmyribbon: (Curious✘I've never(told anyone anything))
[personal profile] beneathmyribbon
[The blonde's voice sounds confident at first, as if she's used to being in strange, maybe unexplainable situations. She stands confidently, too, her shoulders back and her head tilted just slightly to the side. There's something strange about her. Maybe her eyes that seem just a little bit off, or the fact that she's got a pair of large "headphones" on, or maybe that everything below her chin that isn't covered by her uniform is covered in white fabric. Eh, w/e there's been stranger.]

Excuse me, please. I am sure this is a question that is often asked, but I still would like to know... what, exactly, is going on? I am not certain as to how I came to be here. I have heard tales of... Wonderland... where I am from, but I have never had the chance to truly study them. [Hey, she's only been alive a year okay? And whatever she knows is sooooo skewed by a certain Persona. Still, she looks away as if embarrassed.]

If there is anything I should know about this place, I would appreciate the information. I will need to get back to my friends, if possible... they will worry about me. And I have something very important I need to do. I know it must be common to hear such things, but I need to know so I may return as soon as possible.
reckless_eagle: (That's so not cute)
[personal profile] reckless_eagle
So like, let me get this straight and junk, just so we're all on the same page.

Her Royal Creepiness shows back up right after the monster she was supposed to have killed does? Wow, totes not suspicious at all or anything! Seriously, does anyone else think she's probably behind--well, a lot of junk, obviously, but defs the Jabberthing?

Maybe it's like, her pet. She'd totally keep a fugly thing like that around. Maybe she like, never even really killed it in the first place, and was just trying to come up with one reason she's fit to rule when we all know she's not!

It totally makes sense. Right?

[Some days, it almost sounds like Poland is trying to get himself arrested.]

[...Again.]

Private to Liet )
libraritology: (...Help?)
[personal profile] libraritology
[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?

[video]

Apr. 28th, 2012 05:23 pm
learnedsomething: (elite beat kyle)
[personal profile] learnedsomething
[Kyle was forced to flee from his room when the party music started up. After being unable to even take solace in the library - not just because of the noise, but because it had turned into an opium den, of all things - he went exploring the mansion.

But that was a lifetime ago.

Agent B is sitting in a white egg-shaped chair, typing up some notes and occasionally peering down at something through a microscope. He sighs and removes his Rayban sunglasses briefly to rub his eyes, just as something off screen starts wailing. He gets up, grumbling, and goes to soothe it.]


God-damn you're more annoying than an egg. I'm so not ready to be a single father.

[He's oblivious to the fact that his communicator is spilling the MiB's secrets.]

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