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[The background behind Balthazar is bright and sunny, casting him mostly into silhouette, but the sun lights up his hair like a poor man's halo. Somewhere nearby, there's a bird chirping, so presumably he's in the gardens, rather than in front of a window.]

All right, I have a question. Has anyone here tried to garden, or have a windowbox, or anything of the kind? I have a couple indoor plants, but that's not really enough. I'd love to grow vegetables, at least. [What he actually wants is grape vines, but he's not sure anyone else would understand. Maybe he's a touch homesick.]

...I know, I know, why bother when everything we want comes out of the closets? But that's the problem. There's nothing about that requires effort, except when something's trying to kill us. Surely that's not healthy.
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[Hi Wonderland. This is Tom. Some of you may have met him, most of you will mistake him for someone else, and while he's not the social type something about today is just different. Anyone he's spent some time with will notice he's in good spirits. Playful, even.

The video springs to life, and he stares down the barrel with a goofy smile. He's outside somewhere, crouched down in the grass. And while he would normally avoid the network at all costs, he has a very important question for all of you: ]


So. The weather's nice. We're not going anywhere soon. Who wants to play football?
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[ Something is really, very Wrong with Sam today. And it isn't like their loss after the chess match when his determined, smarmy mirror was able to slip through to Realside; oh, no. Anyone who's spoken to Sam will know that the man now projecting over the network, face a mask of distrust with a faint but chiding smile, will be able to tell that something's a little off about the younger Winchester. Anyone who knows him very well may find his new confidence, disregard for morality, and general robust asshole attitude to be striking and disturbing.

Anyone who spent time with him when he'd been without a soul will know in an instant; this is the soulless version of Sam, come back to play. ]


Evenin.' [ He drags his tongue over his lips purposefully, gaze sharp, smile a complete facade. ] ... Honestly, I'm feeling a little, uh. Restless. I'm planning on hitting up the party later, but if anyone's free, I'd love some company.

[ Up for interpretation what kind of company he's asking for, there. ]

Or a good training session. Gotta get rid of all this energy somehow.
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[If there's one thing that Blaine's learned, it's that every minute of every day is filled with choices. And for most people, the majority of those choices come easily to them. When it comes down to choosing between whether to heat up a frozen dinner for one or to whip up a batch of macaroni and cheese, most people have no problem deciding between the two.

But for Blaine, things are a little bit different. If he feels like cooking for himself, he has to make sure he has enough time to devote to the entire process: the process that starts with gathering the necessary ingredients and cooking supplies, and also familiarizing himself with the layout of the room he's in.

All of this takes some time, and a simple thing like making scrambled eggs for breakfast ends up becoming quite the endeavor. But the way he sees it, he has nothing but time on his hands, and what's three minutes or thirty when there's no appointments or classes to rush off to?

So, after the lengthy process of making sure everything he needed was prepared and within easy reach, Blaine settles back to wait for the stove to finish heating up to the proper temperature. He doesn't go very far away, because causing a fire this early wouldn't be great for anyone. He stays near enough that he can still feel the heat rising from the stove, working off instinct to tell when it's hot enough to cook the eggs that are sitting in a bowl to the right of the pan.

But in the meantime, he's just going to see if anyone's awake and in the mood for conversation, so he fiddles with his communication device until it flips to the video function. He manages this fairly well, only fumbling once or twice as the buttons prove difficult. It's something he's gotten used to, though, remembering which button he needs to push to get the function that he wants, but sometimes, he doesn't mesh well with technology. At least today, it seems to be cooperating.]


Morning. [He smiles in the direction of the screen.] It feels like it's going to be a nice day, doesn't it?

[He can't really tell by looking, of course, but there's something in the air that makes him feel like today's going to turn into a pleasant one.]

Listen, I'm going to be in the kitchen for awhile if anyone wants to stop by. You might even get some food out of it if you do.

[He's cooking for more than one person, because in his experience, the smell of food acts as quite the powerful lure, and really, it's a win/win all around. They get fed, he gets some company for a little while, and if they hit it off, an enjoyable conversation might end up happening.

And if they don't hit it off, well, sometimes that happens too. But whether they get along or not, it's not about that for him. Having someone else around to talk to, even if they're the grouchiest person on earth, really helps Blaine out in ways he never thought possible.

He puts on a brave face most of the time, but not being able to see definitely has its pitfall moments. He's come a long way in terms of taking care of himself, but the adjustment part of things is something he has to wrestle with on a daily basis.]

008; video

Aug. 14th, 2013 04:13 am
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[When the video flickers to life, you see a view of Wonderland's night skies. It stays there for a moment before you hear a certain voice with a Scottish lilt that has been missing for the pat week.]

Have you ever looked up at the sky and thought "Wow, look at all those colors?" A very good friend once taught me to look beyond the blacks and see the hidden colors painting the night. I can't see them as well without him here, but I can still remember the vibrancy with which they shone. And it makes me wonder just how much good is hiding right before our eyes.

[Amy is out lying in the grass, looking up at all the stars. It's good for thinking and remembering and feeling alive. She doesn't let the video focus on her just yet and there's a pause, as if that is all that is on her mind. But she's really thinking about the past week that she's played ninja. Actually really and truly dying has been a whole new experience for her. One she didn't care for at all.

She's hidden away from her friends and hasn't been in her room much at all. She's popped into the dining room for food when no one else has been around but hasn't spent any time in the mansion otherwise. She wonders if this really was a good idea after all. But she can't just keep hiding out here. She doesn't have the survival instincts for that. So she figures it's time to stop avoiding everyone and rejoin the living. And after seeing the singing flowers, her spirits are in better shape. She's still a bit shaken up from how the sunflower screamed when she tried to pick it, but that's a story for a different day.]


They're gone, aren't they? Those hell hounds…they really know how to do their job.

[She lets out an anxious little laugh, running a hand through her hair all the while.] Well, I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm doing fine, really. I've still got four more, right?

Private to Cordelia
Sorry I haven't been in touch. [She mumbles the next bit.] I've kind of been dead. And hiding. Sorry.

Private to Tohru
So sorry for disappearing on you. Things got a bit tricky back there. But I'm back and ready for action if you still need the help.

Private to Thea
I hope you survived everything okay. Sorry I didn't stick around longer. [Best humor, right?]
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[If you think you can hear music, that's probably because you can. If you're paying attention to your comm, or you're near a certain hallway of the mansion, at least. The tune may or may not sound familiar, but it's most definitely coming from a sudden forest that seems to have sprouted up overnight.

Well. Maybe 'field' is a better term.

It's no ordinary field, of course. Those giant roses, daffodils, tulips and pansies (and many more) are definitely the ones doing the singing. And they have very fine voices indeed, harmonizing together and swaying with the beat. In fact, the flowers spill farther than just the one hallway, but not too much. The main issue here is that the flowers are as big as dinner plates, and they seem to have faces of a sort. But some lie in piles of petals - Wonderland's already started to beat them back, it seems. You may find navigating the hallway to be difficult, given that the flowers seem intent on swaying with anyone who strolls by.

The creator of this chaos is sitting, casually, in a lawn chair next to a blue pansy.]


I hear they take requests. But you'd have to ask them.

[Apparently Gabriel's tired of the blood and confusion and has gone right for balancing it out with silly.]

02 | video

Aug. 9th, 2013 06:39 pm
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Clearly, we've got a problem here.

[ If you saw Thea when she arrived, or even during the event, you might see that she looks a lot better. At least she's making sure that she looks it. The event was pretty traumatising, not just in itself but watching someone die also didn't really help ]

People died and there's no welcome back party?

[ Or a party to deal with the whole thing. Or, if she's actually being honest, just a party because why not have a party? ]

So I'm fixing that. Though I might need some planning help, as a new girl.

[ She'd do it all herself if it wasn't for that aforementioned 'new girl' party ]

Mainly somewhere to have it, other than all over the mansion. And people to make sure the sadness is kept away. So BYOB and I'll bring the rest. [ She means the drugs. She's testing out that magic closet of hers ]
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Um! [ There's the sudden and bright voice of a one Madoka, trying to look... resolved, maybe? As she projects over the network. ] I just wanted to thank the people who helped me when I arrived here a few weeks ago, and who... who fought those monsters. [ She shifts, lowering her gaze, as if in reverence. ] You're all so strong; I hope I can be like that, too, someday.

That's why... That's why I want to ask if there's anything I can to do help here. I can't fight, or anything like that, but I'd be willing to learn. I just want to be able to keep people safe like they've done for me.

Thank you!
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[ At first, the only thing visible on the feed is a book - or rather, lots of books, stacked in haphazard piles on one of the library tables. A few seem modern - soft-covered, mass-market - but most are old, manuscripts and scrolls and ancient hand-bound books lettered with gold leaf. More importantly, each and every one is holy.

It's every edition of the Word of God that Lucifer bothered to retrieve from the shelves, and no version has been spared. King James, Wycliffe, Luther, the Quran, the Tanakh, the Wessex Gospels... all accompanied, of course, by the garish, stock-model covers of the first several books of the Winchester Gospels.

(The Devil is nothing if not thorough.)

By the time the feed turns to Satan himself, though, it's pretty clear something else has captured his attention. Brow furrowed, he's flipping through something that greatly resembles a supernatural teen romance. (It may or may not be Twilight.) Whatever the book is, it's pretty clear that it's lowering Lucifer's already-dismal view on humanity. ]


I'm not sure if your fiction has gotten better-- [ He spares a short glance for all of the books laid out on the table. ] --or even worse.

[ The Devil: part-time literary critic, everyone. ]
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[Balthazar pops up in the feed looking drawn and stressed-out, his voice terse and sharp.] I have a question. Has anyone out there with peculiar weaknesses tried them on their own Shadow? Out of curiosity. Living with them indefinitely seems a bit--

[The voice of his Shadow comes from offscreen, but close.] Draw your sword. Let's try it. I won't even fight back.

[Flinch. The angel's eyes lock on the screen as he attempts to ignore the antics of his duplicate self in the background.] --seems a bit of a tall order, when they're so utterly determined to needle us.

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you're a coward. Well, never mind. At least you know I won't stab you in the back, either.

[His jaw twitches, and he goes on through gritted teeth.] Mostly, I'm curious whether spells and sigils can trap them effectively, but mine seems determined to stay close and disrupt my concentration.

Haha! Get it? Because stab--

[The sound cuts off abruptly, and a hand covers the video screen while Balthazar waits for replies.]


((OOC note: Still studying for my test, so replies will be very slow, but I will get to tags when I can.))
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Private to Mary Margaret Blanchard & David Nolan )

Private to Martha Jones )

Private to Neal Cassidy )

Private to Dean Winchester )

Private to Balthazar )

Private to Jefferson )


[Action:]

[Emma is a person who doesn't do well without something to occupy her, meaning that most of her time here in Wonderland between various disturbances has been spent restless. During the morning, she can be found in the library, perusing the shelves and occasionally sitting at one of the tables or near one of the windows to look through one of a number of books she's pulled from the stacks.

Mid-day and most of the afternoon, she'll be at the diner on the eighth floor, slowing working her way through a sandwich followed by alternating cups of hot cocoa and coffee with a notebook open in front of her. She goes back and forth between writing and reviewing what she's already written -- there's too much for it all to be from this particular afternoon, but at least three pages of it are fresh.

Late afternoon, she'll be out at the beach, standing out at the end of the dock before seating herself on the edge of it, frowning as she looks out at the water. It's not quite like where she and Henry used to spend their afternoons together back in Storybrooke, but for a quiet thinking spot, it will have to do.]
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[There's a new voice on the network. It's the voice of someone very snarky, very posh and very British. Not just British but London British.]

Much as I enjoy seeing new technology, especially technology I haven't had a hand in inventing, I'd much prefer my old cellular to this...device, whatever it is. Though at least it still seems to make calls, and to some kind of database, no less. Well, if it's true that quite a few people are hearing me now, perhaps someone can help me a bit. I'm looking for a certain fellow by the name of A. Fell. Bookish type, favors sweatervests. If you see him around, do tell him that a Mr. A. J. Crowley is looking for him.

Wonderland, eh? Nice trick, that. An even better trick is sticking me here with either no exit, or one that's absurdly well-disguised. Bugger this for a lark...
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[ If you haven't seen Sam in the past two weeks, it'll likely surprise you to see how bad he still seems to be doing. He's been in the clinic, and it might suggest he's not entirely put back together when he opens with video, not voice, as he originally intended. ]

I'm back. Me and Dean-- [ "We both are." He coughs, briefly. ] I'm honestly sort of stir-crazy already, up here, so... if someone has something they're working on, like--

[ He pauses, frowning slightly. ] Experiments? [ No, that's a weird thing to say. He reconsiders, looking as if he's not exactly sure where the word came from. ] ... I dunno, some kind of research, bring it over. I'd be glad for the distraction.
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action beneath the cut )

[He appears on screen haggardly, looks as exhausted as he feels.]


Cas.

[Because that's the next most important thing. He doesn't take the time to filter it, doesn't even think to do it, just...]

Cas, buddy, I need you right now.

[He starts to turn it off and then falters, like he's only just remembered the rest of the world exists, like there are people here he's got an obligation to. A soft puff of breath, a downward glance and then back up again. An apologetic tilt of his head.]

Sorry for leaving you guys hanging. It uh- Well, you know how it goes. Blake, you still here? James? ...Dad?

[He clears his throat.]

Matter of fact, if anyone wants to give me an update, that'd be... You know. Swell.

[ooc: Sorry for the TL;DR! All network responses are assumed to take place after any thread with Sam and Martha.]
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[Since Death is unaccustomed to hiding himself for fear of anything or anybody in existence, he does little to care about whether his face appears on this device. The device itself is nothing new to him. He may not use one since there is no reason normally, but technology like this has always been easily studied. It comes with the territory of being as old as he is.

Oh, is he ever not pleased with this situation. Irritation is evident on his face as he sits there a moment and gives a small shake of his head. This is all he needs is to be in the middle of yet another little matter he has to tweak. He is not in the mood for it now and he would not have been even before this after what happened.]


As I told the last fool that did something against my will, this is not going to end well. Whatever spell or elaborate little illusion this is, it will have a weakness. You will find that my patience is stretched thin. If this is about a deal then I implore you to reconsider for your own health.

[Not that he cares what happens to somebody that gets in his way in such an invasive manner. His dark eyes center on the screen, not an ounce of amusement evident there. Somebody's idea of a joke or not, he is considering if this place can grow on him in a way. Though he is asking for a scapegoat, he is not under a binding spell as far as he is aware of.]

This is the part where I expect an acceptable explanation.
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So, uh, Wonderland. That's...

[ Amidst the influx of new arrivals is Chuck. He's got short, curly brown hair and a beard. He also looks a bit bewildered and confused as he runs a hand down the side of his face. This whole thing is impossible, is what it is. On a number of different levels. ]

...Like the book? Alice in Wonderland? Is this--Is this some kind of joke?

[ He sounds apprehensive. He'd blame Zachariah. Or Gabriel. Because both of them have done something like this before. Unfortunately, both are dead. And he's not sure why the angels would have motive to do this to him. Especially since, ]

But, I mean. I thought the Apocalypse was over!
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[Despite the fact that she had the Doctor here and now, the knowing that she lost him back home is starting to get to her. She wants to know how and why. What makes her leave the Doctor? No matter what she said to Clara- that she had entrusted the safety of him to her- she doesn't feel that it sits right. So what happened to convince her to leave? And what would life be like back home? How would she live with the knowledge that she had seen so much of time and space and go on living in boring little Leadworth? No one to believe her, no one to share her stories with. It would just be Amy Pond, on her own. As she always was.

So she's been stewing in these thoughts for ages, growing more and more unhappy with what lies back home. It still hasn't hit her that this is permanent. The Doctor's here, she has no doubt that if someone was going to figure out a way back, it'd be him.

Finally, at her wit's end, Amy decided that the best way to forget was to drink it away. She didn't often do it, but it felt right. She started off in the dining room, but wanted somewhere a bit more fitting and made her way to the bar.

So there she sits with a glass of wine, nicely plastered and ready to share her secrets and her woes. And to make sure she wasn't going to have a pity party for one, she decided to broadcast a little notice for people to join her.]


Oi, finally breaking in this bar stool. Figured it was time I made my way down here. After all, I am Scottish.

[She takes a clumsy drink.]

Come join me if you fancy a drink. I promise I don't bite.


[ooc: feel free to meet her at the bar or reply to her post!]
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[ For a moment all that's heard is some grunting and probably a few obscene curses. He's still trying to figure the phone out, but that's because he's not familiar with it. Technology isn't Benny's strong suit in the slightest. He had a flip phone when him and Dean were talking, but he ditched that a long time ago. Getting anything fancier never really appealed to Benny. No need. This thing wasn't what he wanted to be shackled to at all.

Suddenly a fuzzy beard appears in frame and it's clearly speckled with spots of gray. There are a few more grunts as Benny finally arrives at the conclusion that this isn't just your run of the mill phone. Then again the only phones he's familiar with are the flip ones. This one's in a whole different league and dammit if it's not pissing him off.

He clears his throat quickly and finally becomes a little more visible on the screen. When he found this damn thing in his pocket he didn't know what to expect, but maybe he could get a hold of someone who could help him out. ]
I don't think this damned thing is even workin', but if anyone's out there I could sure use a nudge in the right direction. A state would greatly appreciated. This house don't look too comfortin' and I'm itchin' to get the hell outta dodge.
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[it's been almost two weeks since Charlie first arrived, and now that the whole fuss about doors and queens has died down, she's...bored. And anxious. It's not just that she's getting a little stir-crazy, which is par for the course, but...]

At the risk of sounding completely awkward, I'm hoping no one got mauled too badly by our fuzzy little monster visitors. And kudos to everyone working out the answer before we got sent to our doom and stuff. But...what was the point of all that? Is this Red Queen lady going to help us or anything? Otherwise risking our lives for that riddle feels kinda pointless.


Quick question: about the whole time-is-frozen-back-home thing, is that true? I mean, does anyone have proof? Firsthand accounts helpful. You know, just to ease a girl's mind a little.


ALSO: Movie Night. This should totally be a thing.
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[Souji's sitting on the end of the dock. He has a jar full of bugs he caught in the garden sitting beside him and he's holding a relatively simple fishing pole, just looking out at the horizon while he waits for a bite.

He picks up the camera and turns on the feed, looking out at the horizon. It's time for the obvious question:]


I wonder what really happens if you swim out too far.

[He's just bored enough to try it, even after his previous fatal test of the "what happens if you go too far into the forest" question.]

01 - Video

May. 8th, 2013 09:22 am
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[The video switches on, revealing a girl no older than ten or eleven years. Her blonde hair is loose and there are faint bruises on her face, bruises that have clearly been there for a few days. She's dressed in pink and purple and, besides the bruises, looks like another regular kid. However, if one were to look closer, they would notice that her eyes looked like those of an adult who has seen far too much.

There's a determined set to her jaw and her chin tilts upwards ever so slightly before she begins to speak
]

So, these kinda things happen often? Big bad monsters runnin' around and ghostly chest pieces and shit like that? I mean, don't get me wrong, I like a fight as much as the next person but I would like a little fuckin' warning so I can be better prepared.

[She lets out a scoffing sound before shifting slightly. The ghost of a grimace passes over her face, gone as quickly as it's noticed]

Anyway! I need to know what kinda things that there are to do around here. I don't do well just sitting around and twiddling my thumbs.
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[As the video feed flips on, the view is of a high speed run through the interior of the mansion as a certain harness jars Toothless' communication device. Panting and agitated, Toothless all but flies through the hallways and up and down the stairs. Is this the real mansion, or that other place with... Vikings who aren't right? There's no ominous door, and he hasn't been able to sleep since his return. What was that other place? Why was this dwelling so complicated? Why has it never made any sense?

Nightfuries are only built to handle so much, and Wonderland isn't really one of them for all he's managed to settle in. Now there's this curveball. Toothless finally stops in a hallway for a breath, taking pains not to knock anyone over as he slides to a halt. He wants Hiccup, and his friends. But are they his friends? They smell the same, and it unnerves a creature who takes in so much of the world through scent.

He pops the comm device off and stares at it a long, distressed moment.]
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[Since the first monster made its way out from behind the door, Alan's been holed up in The Rabbit Hole as much as possible. He didn't have a way to defend himself, not really - he could probably use a gun if it was a life or death matter, which this certainly was, and he got his hands on one, but he really hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Which also means that he's not going to the Library anytime soon. He's not taking that risk.

There is chatter in the background as the feed flicks on. Alan looks tired, glasses doing little to hide shadows under his eyes or stress and age lines on his face, and his clothes are a little rumpled.]

On the topic of collaboration: is there a copy of Alice in Wonderland here? If we skim through it, it could give us some hints. Obviously whoever it is who posed the riddle - who wants their throne back - is from here. We should be able to narrow it down just by matching names to the number of letters in the answer.
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[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.

49: text

May. 3rd, 2013 10:57 am
paper_knight: (pot kettle)
[personal profile] paper_knight
[Wait wait wait wait wait. Wait.]

Last time we had live chess pieces there were no red pieces. The twins played white and black. Mirrors were white, reals black.

Where are these red pieces COMING from???
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[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.]
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[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!]

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[Balthazar pops up in the feed with a tense smile. His ash-blond hair is mussed in a way that suggests bedhead too artfully to be an accident. Likewise, his clothes are impeccable, except for a burned hole in the front of his shirt. About the size of a fist, it lets a glint of metal from his necklace show through.]

Well, the first thing I’ll be needing is a bar. One that serves good liquor, preferably, although I’m not too finicky for a little rotgut here and there. Once that’s been handled, I'd love to know who picked this as the site for the family reunion.

[He pauses for a moment, then adds:] If I do find a bar, please don’t try to sober me up. It takes a lot of effort to get drunk when you have a metabolism like mine, and I hate to spoil the experience.
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["Don't forget, you learned all your tricks from me, little brother."

All he can taste is ash, and all he can feel is the weight of his brother's gaze. It's not just the older angel's gaze that burns, but the Grace spilling from the gaping wound in his body. And not simply his vessel — though his vessel is by no means intact — but his true body, the one coiled inside. He feels hot, too hot, gasping out air that he doesn't need — and then —

His back is to a wall. Inside a house that he's never seen before.]

[As the video feed flickers on, there's a great burst of white light and a high pitched noise that fries the communication device momentarily. To most creatures, it's just the worst audio overload in the world; to angels, on the other hand, it sounds an awful lot like an agonized yell. But then the device repairs itself, and the view of the hallway resumes. The sound stops. A short man, blood spreading to cover his shirt, frowns as he sits against the wall. Mostly, he frowns at himself. His true self, his Grace, is too injured to do much except do the bare minimum patch job on his vessel, prodding at himself with his fingers.

Even that job isn't terrific, at the moment. He picks up the device in a bloodied hand and peers at it, strained to his limits and yet very curious. This isn't Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory, and it isn't nothingness, either.]


I don't suppose someone would wanna fill a fella in about this place? Tell me you at least have cable. I'm missing my soaps. ...and my spleen, but you know what, I'm still not even sure what a spleen does. I think I'll be okay there. On the other hand, if you only have Lifetime here, I'm out.

[He sounds about as wrecked as he looks — but being flippant about it is, for the moment, important. Gabriel's so damaged he can't even pretend to be a trickster. He is what he is — an angel who just scraped by death. Or died. He's not really sure which it is.]

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