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[ Kevin's grim-faced when he looks into the camera, the neck of a cello extending up past his neck. He'd like to be happier about what he's about to do, but it's pretty bittersweet, especially coming on the heels of everything that's gone on lately, but... Well. Thanksgiving just happened, and he always heavily associates birthday cake with turkey and stuffing and pumpkin pie. His birthday comes close enough on the heels of that holiday that his family would celebrate it all in one go, so it's weird, spending the day without hearing anything about it.

He knows time isn't really passing here, but he feels a year older, and it's not like he'll ever have a birthday again back home. Why shouldn't he take the opportunity to celebrate it now, here, with his new family? He doesn't really want to make it all about him, though, which is why he's here with his cello. ]


Hey. So... It's my birthday. I'd be 19 today if I actually aged any, but since I'm dead back home... I'm just going to go ahead and call this one an official birthday.

[ He picks up the bow for his cello and starts to move into position, holding it against the strings. ]

I know there are others of you out there who can only look forward to more age-less birthdays, so this post is about wishing you guys either a belated happy birthday, or a happy birthday in advance, if it hasn't happened yet. Or maybe we're birthday twins?

[ He starts to play, but then stops. ]

And it's for you guys who are still alive back home, too. Not to discriminate against anyone.

[ And then he moves into playing, and singing, the happy birthday song. He hasn't been practicing every day like he used to, but he gave himself a few warm up rounds before starting the broadcast. ]

Happy birthday to you; happy birthday to you; happy birthday, dear everyone; happy birthday to you.

[ Next comes the sound of a lighter, and then Kevin holds up a cupcake with a lit candle on it. Leaning over, he blows it out, and then gives the camera a small smile before he cuts the feed. ]

[video]

Nov. 10th, 2014 11:54 pm
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[The feed cuts on to reveal a teenage girl who looks a touch pissy but otherwise surprisingly at ease given the fact that she's just found herself in Wonderland.

Well. That's not entirely true. She's been around for an hour or so, but she found a quiet room and simply observed the conversations taking place on the network, and got her bearings, before deciding to speak up.

She does so now while completely composed, although if she's being honest she's actually pretty damn irritated. Being yanked from her home, away from her friends - hell, her new family - is reason enough.]


Nice set-up you guys have going, here. Everybody's so chill. Not so sure if I'm ready to drink the Koolaid and settle down just yet, because hey, kidnapping really rubs me the wrong way, but you know, I'm young, so give me time.

[Her? A bit of a smartass? You bet.

She arches an eyebrow. A partial smirk dances briefly across her lips.]


Either way, looks like I've got some time to kill. So what's there to do for fun around here?

[And that's it. No reaching out to anyone who might be from home. No introduction, no name offered or asked. She's not offering up information to nameless, faceless strangers. If people know her, they'll come to her.]
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[A wall communication unit on the Third Floor near the stairs flickered on. It was just as well since it was easiest to use after that blur all of what seemed like five seconds ago. Minato just had to be careful not to get blood all over it.]

Someone's out there with a sword. Brown hair, brown eyes. She's new... and doesn't understand.

[Really, he had just been coming back from the Music Room after violin practice, and was surprised to see someone (one Faith Lehane) walk out of his room. That was a surprise. The only explanation he could think of was that she was new and had happened to show up there. There, in his room, of all places.

And perhaps he had been standing in the hallway and in her way for a little too long since he was greeted with her rushing him and driving his sword through his stomach then out before she escaped.]


... Please don't hurt her. Just be careful.

[That was the best he could do to warn people. He'd go after her once he could to find out if she was okay. But for now, he had one hand on his stomach, the other at the wall for support, and was just trying to get back to his room per his original plan.

This is the last time he leaves anywhere without his comm device and his Evoker.]
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[As the feed clicks on, Gadreel looks distinctly ... uncomfortable. Those who are sharp crayons might notice that peeking out from beneath the hoodie he's wearing are a few Enochian symbols carved into his skin, weeping fresh blood.

He is seated cross-legged in a garden, hands wringing in his lap.]


I must admit to being confused. This -- is not what I was expecting.

[What he was expecting was blissful nothingness, perhaps tinged with a brief moment of pride: he had finally done the right thing, he was sure. He looks down to the ground, then back into the feed.

He's apparently collected himself, at least a little.]


I am sure that the time for apologies has long passed, but I cannot help but feel they are warranted.

If any of those that I have wronged are here, Kevin Tran -

[His voice catches, briefly,]

Abner - I would apologize in person, if you would have me. I bear you no ill will if you would prefer me to stay away, and I will respect your wishes. I mean only to make the offer, to begin repairing what my cowardice wrought.

[It occurs to him, then, that he ought to figure out exactly what's going on -- if he can.]

Any of those of you that can offer information about this place, you would be doing me a great service by letting me know.
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[After the first broadcast that involved singing appeared on his phone, Castiel had quickly decided that on this particular weekend, he would keep to himself and try to stay away from friends and strangers alike.

Like always, Wonderland has other plans.

The video panel in the wall switches on to capture Castiel in the library, where he's seated with a stack of books. There's a variety of subjects, both non-fiction and fiction. This place tends to be his fallback when he wishes to keep to himself, and in this case, he's relieved for the quiet.

But an event is an event, and it doesn't matter if he's in the library, where people are supposed to be silent. In light of everything he's heard from Sam about what the future brings, he's been more troubled than usual. He hasn't lived through it himself, but he knows for a fact that all of his siblings are ejected from Heaven, and it's because of him. Given everything that leads to, his guilt is a heavy weight on him at the moment.

He's not much for singing, generally, and yet in this moment of mourning, he isn't able to stop himself. His gaze goes skyward, to the ceiling of the library, as he breaks into song. It can't be said that he has the voice of an angel, but it could also be much, much worse.]


Cut for singing. )
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[ There's a long stretch of silence, of a fizzling screen and no picture. Then, there is one, and it's Sam, who's been missing for exactly a week. He's less than a year older than he'd been before his disappearance, but there are a lot of noticeable differences: his hair is a little shorter, his arm in a sling. And, most importantly, his expression is a little... different. ]

Great. Should've known... well. Guess not, since we can't, but...

[ There's a dark, mirthless chuckle. Someone is having a bad, bad day. ]

Screw you, Wonderland. I'm sick of this friggin' bungee cord that keeps snapping me back to this place.

private messages below )
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[ At last the Duchess appears on Wonderland's screens, but the feed looks strangely faded, as though it was recorded before it was sent. She stands tall in the entrance hall, and on the floor her little piglet playfully scurries between the frayed ends of her dress. In her hand she holds a familiar blade, the very Vorpal Sword itself. ]

I know, I know! You have missed me, you have missed me for too long. I forgive your insults, all of them, and I confess it, I have suffered by myself as well. One is company, two is a piglet, but three... three and so many more is a community, and I shall take my own moral to heart!

[ She lifts the sword with both her hands outstretched, as if offering it for all of Wonderland to take. ]

You crave this, I know. I shall see if you have learned your lesson truly, while I was away. Solve my riddle, prove your moral character and wit, and you shall find me, and be greatly rewarded! Now. Listen well, I shall only say it once!

[ The Duchess clears her throat and begins: ]

1. I am the First of seven, ɘuᴉu to ƚƨɘllɒɯƨ ɘʜƚ ɯɒ I.
I last nearly half of eLeven, in darkness by starlight I shine.

2. Infinity guides my paths true and blue,
but gaze hard and I run closer toO.

?. For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,
And so should yOu, to love things so far north.

087. At last I come without pRize, but not without cost.
The moment you seek me you've already lost.

[ When she has finished speaking she only smiles knowingly. The image of her flickers and vanishes, but a quiet melody still plays for a while, until the transmission ends for good.

Those who respond to her words will receive no reply, and those who seek her in the entrance hall will not find her.
But her riddle still remains. ]
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[ So, it's been a while since John's put his face out there, but considering the last time (and everything that's happened since), maybe it's not so hard to figure out why. Nevertheless, this suitably fine Sunday finds him taking the risk once again. It's not so much an attempt to be social as much as a way to stay connected without getting too close. ]

Hey, everyone. [ He waves. ] 'Bout a year an' a half ago, me an' the residents of Wonderland — some of 'em, at least — played a get-to-know-you game. It was pretty amusin' so I thought I'd bring it back, maybe add a few things, too.

Game 1 )

Game 2 )

Game 3 )
[ Yep. That's what John Blake's offering Wonderland this week. Hope you guys enjoy his newfound interest in doing very little that could be considered productive. ]
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[ Haymitch hasn't posted to the network once in all his time here. He's answered other people on rare occasion, but overall he hasn't trusted the thing.

He's been mulling things over lately, though, and he's come up questioning even himself and his own perceptions of Wonderland and what it is. After all this time, he's got to do or say something.
]

Any of you ever heard of Panem? The Hunger Games? Have you heard of Haymitch Abernathy at all?

[ Oh and he's visibly drunk, swaying just a little as he speaks. ]



(OOC: Fourth-walling is welcome at this point, if you feel so inclined.)
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[ when the feed finally does come on, mary margaret isn't in the kitchen. a surprise to anyone who saw her last post, honestly, but times have changed. things are happening. she's changed. for now, she's sitting outside - off near the forest - just because it feels a little more familiar to her. comfortable. she's in outdoorsy clothes and has a bow over her shoulder and a quiver leaning against her leg where she's seated on some kind of log or stump.

there's an odd sort of twitch in her jaw when she starts talking, but she covers it easily enough. ]


I hope everyone is doing well. [ a polite smile from her. she's fully aware of that last event, wonderland, and she's not amused by what it did to her loved ones. ] After the last few events it seems like we could use some more downtime.

[ a breath, and then she seems to ease into it, like just because she's started talking she's back into her comfort zone. ]

I have a couple of things I wanted to mention, I guess, the first concerning myself more than anything. [ a breath, regina's warning ringing someone in the back of her mind as she holds her head a little higher. ] I introduced myself as Mary Margaret when I first got here, and many of you know me as that, which is fine. Mary Margaret is still a name I can go by, and accept as part of me. But I did want to clear up the fact that it is not my actual name, or who I am. [ a beat where she considers if this is even worth it at all, before - again - she continues. ]

My name is Snow White. [ is she holding back a small smile? probably. ] And from what I can tell, for most of you I'm what you consider a fairy tale. That is fine, because that seems to apply to more than just my world, but where I'm from I'm actually quite real, as is the tale itself. You are more than welcome to call me whatever you like, but I did want to let those I've talked to know, and this seemed the easiest way.

[ she's already told those few closest to her - derek and stiles, bigby - but for everyone else, this works much better. ]

The second thing was more of an idea, but it seems to me that there are a lot of us here who are missing someone from home. In a few cases, it might be a few someones. [ she misses her dwarves, okay. and ruby. and a certain prince charming. ] While I can't promise anything in the ways of bringing those people here, I've always found that coming together eases some of that pain. There are plenty of avenues to keep involved in Wonderland - with classes and the school and group meetings - but I want to suggest another option.

Dinners. [ sorry, mary margaret. what? ] Family dinners. Maybe once a month? I'm pretty good at cooking for larger parties- [ or maybe just seven dwarves who eat enough for hundreds. ] So I wouldn't mind preparing the food. Just for a chance for people to get together a chat, outside of the normal Wonderland setting. If anything, it would be a chance to let some of you eat a home-cooked meal every once in a while. I'll hold the first one tonight, and everyone is welcome, but it would help me immensely if I could get a heads up to who all is interested. Just so I make enough food.

[ another pause, where she's not really sure how to end this, before she just gives an easy smile and a nod before cutting the feed off. ]



private to emma, derek, stiles and nico )
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[The feed pops on to show the scruffy man, hair slicked back, and wearing what appears to be a long hooded leather coat over a simple zip-up black cotton top.. His brows are knitted and lips pressed together with thought as he plays around with the strange little device. He tilts his head and slowly realizes the feed is on with a soft "whoops". His expression changes into something a little less focused and a little more friendly, brows raising as he slaps on a smile. Gabriel speaks with a mild English sounding accent.]

Hello there, sorry about this, bear with me as I figure this odd contraption out. I've seen them before but never really had the chance to use one. Seems like a useful little device, but are all these little things on the screen really necessary?

[He's tapping at it loud enough with the little stylus that you can hear it.  A concerned hum.]

Well hopefully you don't mind my face for a bit, it doesn't seem to want to turn off.

Good thing I'm handsome. [And a smarmy smirk with the slight quirk of a brow, flirting a little with the camera.  Though he's quick to go back to fiddling, clearing his throat.]

So then, I may as well introduce myself.

[And lifting the device a little for a more dramatic angle as he tries to look regal and heroic, squaring his shoulders.] I am the Archangel Gabriel,

[Then relaxing a bit.] and this is clearly not where I belong, so if anyone could give me information about this world, I would be very grateful.

[Pause, pause, tap, brow furrowing, tap, then a look of 'oh look I found something'.] Ah wait, here, I -- [And the feed shuts off.]

--

[Gabriel can be found wandering around the Mansion and checking everything out so you can find him just about anywhere if you'd like to run into him. He may be on the roof, or sitting comfortably in a chair, further fussing with his device, or perhaps you'll see him fly by over head? Either way, the Archangel will be attempting to orient himself to his new surroundings while waiting for replies.]
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Ah, pardon me.

[Is that the most polite beginning to a network broadcast or what? There's an angel on your screens, Wonderland, looking somewhat hesitant.]

I have just a few questions, if someone wouldn't mind providing the answers for me? It's just that... Well, I'm certain all of you have become aware of the current situation.

[AKA, the vast amount of puppies running around. It's kind of hard to miss. The fact that he's currently lacking all of his angel powers and that everything is dull in colour are less important. Or rather, not anything he's going to be addressing over the network.

Samandriel glances downward, still seeming to be uncertain whether he should actually proceed. Also, there are a couple of puppies bouncing up at him and sitting around his feet, begging for his attention.]


I'm simply wondering, what is it that canines eat? And how often should they be fed?

[That's right. He's going to feed the puppies. As many as he can. It would be horrible to allow them to starve, after all!]
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[It's a dream. Like a- a fever dream. Almost, but not quite, like some of the ones he'd had when he was in the hospital after Alice had... yeah. Not a good time.

But that had been so long ago and he'd never had a dream with such clarity. He can feel the breeze and the sun as he walks through gardens that definitely don't exist in Abel. It looks sort of like one of the stately homes his mum had taken them to visit once. The weather is that not quite real level of perfect summer that you get maybe for one or two days in England. Absolute torture when you're trapped in a boring university lecture.

The device, clutched loosely in his hand, records the ground, snippets of the scenery as he walks.

Wait... are you really supposed to know that you're dreaming?

It's that that makes him pause and really actually consider what's going on. Five. Where was... oh god. Oh god no. Five.

The face that appears on the phone is confused and close to panic. He's not sure why a mobile phone is even working but... it's worth a try. He has to get home! Runner Five needs him.]


Uh... hi? I dunno where this is 'cause I'm pretty sure New Canton tore down their ornamental gardens to plant potatoes or something but I really really need to contact Abel Township.

I mean, if that's even possible although if there's a mobile phone there's got to be a radio. I hope.

Just... someone's life is on the line and I have to help them.
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[The feed, when it flicks on completely by accident, is a very up-close look at a horse, nosing the device - and the person it's currently resting on - in curiosity. A hand appears, movements sluggish and dismissive as it pushes the nose away, a sleepy mumble accompanying the move that is not at all coherent.

The horse isn't to be deterred however, since whoever it is is apparently in its way. And not waking up fast enough.

A moment later, the video feed jerks and starts to slide sideways as there's a rather unmanly yelp of protest and startled curse and the briefest flash of a face before the phone lands sharply on the floor of the stall and the feed abruptly cuts off.


It's a few minutes later when the same face reappears, looking a little startled, disgruntled and possibly sporting a few stray bits of straw poking out his hair, which is standing up at odd angles all over his head anyway.

Blue eyes are suspicious and keep darting to the side of the frame and it might be obvious to those familiar with it that he's in the stables. If, of course, the earlier greeting by horse hadn't been a big enough clue. His expression is more than a little wary, but confusion is the reigning emotion of the day, which is understandable since he currently has no bloody clue where he is. Which is also the reason for the faint hint of strain showing through his otherwise totally calm and accented tone of voice.]


Alright, right about now I'd be calling Jack or Sam or maybe even the Doc out on shenanigans, because as far as pranks go, this is a good one, even if I usually have better taste than falling asleep with a horse. I think I'd remember that actually, pretty sure in fact.

But see, this isn't my mobile phone and even if it were, there's been no reception in over a year, so I really hope someone can hear me right now and maybe tell me what the hell is going on. Because if I've got to rely on a bloody horse for answers then the world's fallen to a sadder state than I thought.
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[ becky doesn't remember ever auditioning for big brother, but when she peeks her head out of the room that has been made up for her to resemble her own room almost identically (they even got her posters!) all she sees is a long hall full of doors that presumably lead to other rooms. it reminds her more of a dormitory hallway than a house, but she's never actually watched big brother, so how would she know? maybe this, like, big brother college edition or something, despite the fact that she hasn't been to college since she dropped out her sophomore year. that wouldn't even make sense, anyway, unless they were in some kind of fraternity/sorority house. for all she knows, this could be part of a house, but it seems really odd for a house to have a whole floor of doors like a hotel. she almost feels like she's in a hilton. hilton's hotel california, more like... ]

[ she doesn't feel like she's been kidnapped, even though she's entirely sure that might be a possibility. she's read the supernatural books, she knows what's up. she also knows that if she's the first victim of whatever monster or cult this might be, she's screwed. but if she's not... ]

[ well. obviously the winchesters will show up. they always do. (except for the part where they aren't actually real. but a girl can dream.) but it's a good thing for becky she knows about these things, because if this is a potentially bad situation, panicking would not be a good option. she's obviously allowed to leave since the door isn't locked — or maybe that's just what they want her to think? ]

[ her eyes land on the computer on her desk. it might as well be hers from home, but she knows it isn't. it doesn't have all her stickers and sticky notes attached to it. it also doesn't have the fanfic she was in the middle of writing on it, or any of her other works. really, if she's going to get all the comforts from home, the least they could have done is copy all her computer files. she doesn't really care about the rest of the stuff in her room, but her fanfiction? that is irreplaceable. at least most of it is on the internet, so if she has internet access... ]

[ she opens the browser, which normally would take her to the home page of morethanbrothers.net, but here it apparently takes her to some kind of... forum? she's not entirely sure what it is. it's not like any forum she's ever seen before. but if this is the only thing they want her to access, maybe she'll be able to communicate with whoever else is trapped here, assuming that the people on this strange forum are also trapped here. it could just be a red herring, to make her feel like she's not alone when actually she is, or it could be like all hell breaks loose, and they've all been kidnapped by demons or something — except demons wouldn't be this nice, so probably not. she doesn't really want this to turn into some kind of battle royale, anyway. ]

[ she clicks on the video option and the light on her monitor blinks to life, and some kind of video box pops up on the screen in front of her. she looks a bit lost for a second as she tries to figure out if it's recording or not, but she assumes it is since the only other button she sees is a stop button. she looks back up, as if she's trying to make eye contact with whoever might be watching. ]
Okay, this is kind of weird. Is this a kidnapping or, like, some kind of Hotel California thing? Or maybe it's both? It's hard to tell. But I don't remember how I got here, so that kind of makes me think kidnapping. Definitely not demons, but it's something... [ she seems distracted by something else on the screen, frowning at the 404 error she's getting for morethanbrothers.net until she remembers that the video is still recording. ] Oh, anyway. My name is Becky Rosen. Not I would expect any of you to know that... But, uh, any information on this place and what's going on would be great. And is it just me, or is the internet down?
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[Sometime in the early afternoon, a video of a very frazzled-looking Jo makes its way to the network. Whereas her last public address showed her being accompanied by Jormy, Gabriel's beloved Jack Russell terrier, this time around?

She has a whole lot more in the way of company.

Some of the dogs that keep pushing their way into the frame are familiar, like Jormy himself and Lucky, Emma and Henry's dalmatian, but there are others who are entirely new faces, from golden retrievers to labs to border collies and, if someone were to look closely enough, even a chihuahua or two. Dogs of every size and color -- at least a couple dozen, total. She grimaces as she tries to steady her phone, trying her hardest to keep her mood from slipping despite looking incredibly harassed.]


I'm having a little bit of a problem -- I know some of these guys have to have owners somewhere.

[An invasive muzzle starts to make its way onscreen, and Jo gently takes hold of it to steer it away, along with a quiet 'Shh, don't interrupt.']

If anyone out there recognizes anyone here, feel free to come and claim them? If not-- the Wonderland stray population might be skyrocketing. I can't take care of all of them; Jormy doesn't like to share.

[And she'd never get any peace.]

Any takers?


[Action A, 6/07:]

[Even outside of events, it's not unusual to find Jo manning the bar -- she's been a permanent fixture in the place since she first arrived in Wonderland more than a year ago, though there's something distinctly different about her now. Maybe it's just that she's more cheerful than she has been lately, or maybe it's that she's much more reluctant to reach out and offer a friendly touch to friends and regular patrons alike. Regardless, she's tirelessly serving people with a smile throughout the afternoon and evening, with a few exceptions -- there are some residents of Wonderland even she can't fake it for. Anyone in need of a drink, some conversation or a dedicated bartender to lend them an ear is more than welcome.]


[Action B, 6/08:]

[Thanks to an unfortunate collision in one of the corridors earlier that day, anyone out on the grounds might spot a rough collie making her way through the gardens or running along the beach -- fortunately, she'd been able to make a break for it and flee the scene of the incident before the other party saw what happened, she's almost positive, but just to be safe, Jo will be keeping herself outdoors until she can find a way to turn herself back. Most of the time, she'll be found on her lonesome, but every now and then, she'll pick up a few hangers-on -- more dogs like those in her video two days previous, none of whom seem the slightest bit interested in letting her out of their sight.

Awkward.]


Private to Bran Liddell )


((OOC: This post will be serving as Jo's catch-all for the event! If you would like to run into her but don't want to use one of the above scenarios, feel free to encounter her in either human or dog form anywhere in the mansion or on the grounds. Just let me know the location, date, and which form you'd prefer in the comment title!))
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[ Rhodey has been in Wonderland for a grand total of five minutes.

Five minutes.

The last thing he knew, he'd been in the Air Force base, working on his latest project. Then, suddenly and without warning, he was here, in a hallway he'd never seen before, with no knowledge of where he is or how he got here. The first thing he does is take stock of himself only to come up short -- no weapons, no wallet, no anything aside from a cellphone that was most definitely not his. He decides the best course of action is to scout out his location, because the quicker he finds out where he is, the quicker he can get home.

He'd been in Wonderland for all of of five minutes when he sees it.
]

Colonel James Rhodes here. I'd like to report a crime.

[ He doesn't know who he's talking to, he doesn't know if anyone can even hear him. He doesn't know there's not a police force in Wonderland, he doesn't know the dead can come back to life, he doesn't know anything about what happened or what this place does to people. But he knows he needs to report this to -- someone. Anyone who will listen. Anyone who can deal with this better than he can becase he just can't.

He's looking at the dead body of his best friend and, of all the things he'd expected to come across, this was the very last thing.
]

For those of you who know Tony Stark --

[ He trails off there, because he hadn't thought of what to say beyond that point, but also because he used present tense instead of using past. But he doesn't bother to correct himself -- he doesn't want to outright say that Tony's been killed. He doesn't want to cause any widespread panic or mass hysteria. He wants to keep this on the downlow because he doesn't know what will happen if he doesn't.

And so, with a good bit of mental effort, he takes his eyes off of the dead and bloodied body of his best friend to face the feed head on. He's solemn and serious and -- probably in a bit of shock, to be honest. He works past the lump in his throat to force out,
]

...It's important.

[ Before ending the feed. ]
algidity: ([A] close)
[personal profile] algidity
[ The video comes to life with a dull thud as Isaac's communicator falls off the couch and onto the floor. He doesn't sound or look all too bothered by it, if it weren't for the quick glance, it'd look like he doesn't even notice.

The video's sideways but it shows both Allison and Isaac, she's on the floor with her back against the couch in question, while he is draped across it, seeming to take up far too much room. His attention is back on Allison, and he's looking a bet vehement.
]

No way, Black Widow has all the same powers as Batman, less money, and still manages to kick more ass. Then there's the whole [ Airquotes ] men are supposed to be stronger than women thing.

[ Allison turns another page in the comic she's reading, totally unaware of the device having fallen, or it even being on. As far as she knows, she's just talking to her boyfriend, while also trying to educate herself on comics.

Well, "talking". They're mostly just arguing at this point.
]

Yeah, but she also had training, almost to a brainwashed level, for a government agency. Batman had to get all that done himself, without the help of the government hiding him. Money doesn't count when you have a country's taxes paying for everything.

[ But then she leans her head back, looking up at him with a smile. A content smile. A "that was cute you got brownie points for that one" kind of smile. Isaac may or may not get lost in her eyes for a second before leaning down to steal a chaste kiss. The fact that she's actually learned so much about this, well, it's endearing.

When he leans down to give her the kiss, she kisses him back. Light, easy. As far as she knows they're alone, after all, so what's the harm?
]

I'll give you the girls versus boys argument, though, but I'm not saying she's not really awesome. I'm just saying that in a fight, if given the time to research and prepare, Batman would totally win.
BATMAN VS BLACK WIDOW THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN )
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{The camera clicks on to a young man with messy brown hair and doe-like eyes that go wide when he realizes it's started taping. He fumbles the device and the angle changes bouncing against an arm of a chandelier and plummeting towards the floor. The young man's horrified face can be seen in a glimpse as it falls.

Suddenly with a small thwip sound a thin white cabling is obstructing most of the camera's perspective. Only the light changing and the passing of the wall can be seen as the camera continues to move. Then there are thin fingers tugging and pulling at the white cables, attempting to remove them from the lens. The hole gets slightly bigger, but not much progress is made.

One brown eye returns, crinkling slightly at the edges.
}

So, I'm Peter Parker, and I hope you enjoyed that thrilling show of what not to do with handheld technology. For more fantastic public service announcements I'm betting you know how to reach me better than I know how to reach you.

{The angle changes one last time hitting on an awkward grin before it finally goes dark.}
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[ one of the hallway devices comes on just as a girl with brown hair and eyes just a tad too wide looks away from it. it's hard to tell if she realizes it's on or not, just from her body language; she seems to be ignoring it. ]

I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls!


[ she moves down the hall with careful, measured steps before suddenly, a pirouette, suddenly, a spin. ]

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,
The manifold, soft chimes,
That fill the haunted chambers of the Night,
Like some old poet’s rhymes.


You're not that soft, you know. Not even for chimes. More like a pealing cacophony, an orchestra in nearly 140 counteractive counterproductive musical parts. Give the flutes to the viola players, see how you like the sound.

It isn't night, and this isn't quiet, there's too many of you and not enough of me.

What was calculated in the past does not account for the solution in the present, and all the precipitates have changed.

Hello and hello again.

We're grounded in a child's fantasy all bright colors and mirrored surfaces... [ she pauses here, and peers at the nearest mirror, across the hall from the device, but her eyes are looking right at it in the reflection. ] Reflections and refractions. What makes you so clever, so new?

[ the device switches off there. anyone interested in running into the young ms. tam in person is more than welcome - even if you don't approach her, she's likely to approach you. ]
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[ Sam's not showing his face. Not after demon blood cravings, hallucinations, and an almost-murder. Instead, he falls back on text for what he has to say: ]

One: Just because it's technically summer doesn't mean classes just drop, so if you've got a commitment you should probably stick with it. Even when the weather's nice. Especially if you're a teacher.

[ filtered from all demons: ]

Two: Anyone here do tattoos? It's kind of important and definitely urgent.
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[Cecil's newest broadcast is accompanied by much meowing and the pitter patter of little feets. Cecil, however, sounds quite upset, energetic and generally determined. More like he's at some kind of political rally than doing a radio broadcast.]

At what point is enough enough? At what point is it time to rise up and demand change? At what point does one simply have too many cats? Welcome...to Wonderland.

.-. .. ... . | ..- .--. | -. .. --. .... - | ..- .- .-.. . )
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[Judging from the angle of the video feed, this isn't an intentional broadcast - though if that isn't clue enough, the fact that neither of those actually present on scene are actually looking at the camera should be.

The room in view is, simply put, over-decorated. The furniture and trim feature ornate carvings, every flat surface is home to at least one sculpture, and a painting of an angel hangs on almost every wall; there's a definite religious theme to the decor. On one wall there's a mirror instead of a painting. Michael is standing in front of it, looking more well-dressed than usual. He's finally ditched the layers of casual clothes that his vessel was wearing when he first possessed him and traded them in for a suit. It looks like he hasn't settled on this one in particular, though, as he snaps his fingers and is suddenly wearing a different one.

Sitting not too far off is Krissy, looking awfully calm and casual about being in the presence of an archangel.]


A world of no. You look like you’re auditioning for a remake of the Godfather. [She suddenly sits up a little straighter as something occurs to her.] Oh! I know! A Wendigo. That’s one for the decapitation won’t do the trick list. [She hesitates and goes from sounding rather proud to a touch unsure.] Right?

[Michael half-turns so he can be sure Krissy sees the reproachful look she's earned for that comment. 'Godfather' is never a title he'd be going for. He snaps yet another suit onto himself, though, still clearly keen to stick to black. Better? Less blasphemous?] If you're going to try and behead a wendigo, I advise you to use a silver blade. I believe it would be impractical for someone of your size, however. [Wendigos are much too sharp and likely to fight back to make good monkey bars.] Stick to fire.

[Krissy just arches an eyebrow at the look before grinning when he changes despite his displeasure at her comment. Her grin immediately fades into a more serious expression when he answers about the Wendigo, though. She nods once at the information and, not for the first time, wonders if she should be taking notes or something.] Burn the freaks. Got it. [She turns a critical eye to his new suit.] And now you're dressed like you're going to a funeral. [She doesn't even pause for a breath before dumping her next question on him.] So what do your wings look like?

[He might very well be headed to a funeral, depending on whom he next bumps into in the halls and how much they mouth off. It's not quite the look he's going for, though - Lucifer's recent presence is more than reminder enough of people he'll have to kill - so he summons something that he hopes inspires less dire thoughts.

His frown morphs into an almost puzzled expression as she switches topics. What kind of question is that?]
They look like wings. [Then again, God had made more than one kind. Maybe that's what's tripping her up.] The feathered variety.

[That last comment earns him an 'are you serious' type of look and a flattened tone with her reply.] Yeah, because I was definitely under the impression you had giant butterfly wings. Glad you cleared that one up. [She gives a slight shake of her head and sighs a little.] I meant more [a pause] are they different colors or all one color? How big are they? That kind of stuff. [Now for the suit. She looks almost surprised as she gives it a quick once over.] Okay, that one actually looks pretty decent. Maybe a little on the about to go to the prom side but better than the last few at least.

[Eternal prom date is more his second-choice vessel's look, not his. There's another snap of his fingers and another suit before he turns fully.] I don't see what this has to do with monsters. [He'd thought that was the goal of their current conversation. Then again, she's young for a human; experience with his own younger siblings has taught him that youth and curiosity go hand in hand. If he doesn't field the question now, she'll probably just ask one of his brothers, and they're far less likely to give a complimentary answer.] I could show you. Not as they are, but as much as you're able to see.

Seriously? You can? Without killing me, right? Because I’m pretty sure I should save however many extra lives I get in this place for the crazy crap it throws at us. [She grins and even gives him a wink.] That’s an ‘I definitely want to see them as much as I can’, by the way. [Her grin grows a little more when she drops her gaze to his suit. She even goes so far as to give a low whistle.] And that’s it! That’s the suit. Go with that one. [Once again, there’s barely a pause for a breath before she continues, this time even bouncing a little in her seat in obvious excitement.] Okay, show me your wings now! [And because she is talking to Michael and not just some random guy...] Please.

[The expression on Michael's borrowed features is notably disapproving, but his patience for children exceeds that of his patience with adults.] I expect this to be the end of your questions on the subject.

[There's the light sound of feathers rustling, but instead of wings unfolding from his back a set of great, wing-shaped shadows spread open along the walls behind him. Then another, smaller pair, and another below that. And then his head snaps towards the camera, noticing something.]

-is that thing on?

[It was. It's not anymore.]
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[ Abigail tries to do the smart thing and figure out the situation on her own. She does her best: reads the weird pamphlet three times, glances through the first few videos she finds on the smart-phone-like device, wanders around the grounds trying to look for a way out. Obviously, she does not find one. None of it makes any sense. She sits in the gardens for a few hours waiting to wake up, but if there is one thing her nightmares never are, it's tedious. So with boredom comes fear; if this isn't a dream, it means her life had changed radically yet again without warning. It means that just as she was beginning to have hope for some kind of stability, she was thrown into another mess. ]

[ The video shows her visibly upset, though clearly trying to master it. Her voice is small, and shaky with suppressed emotion, but she gets out what she means to say: ]


I'm not gonna bother asking a bunch of questions when it's obvious there's no one here who can help me.

[ Not to mention the fact that she wouldn't trust any answers she got, anyway. Any stranger might be complicit, as far as she's concerned. Abigail has difficulty trusting on the best of days. ]

I just want to know if... if anyone who sees this recognizes me. Is there anyone from my- [ It sounds so silly saying it, but she does ] -from my world here?

01 / video

May. 5th, 2014 08:49 pm
dissemble: (No-one round here's good)
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[There's a mild looking man sitting on a bench somewhere in the gardens. His skin looks like it's seen far better days - though it's knitting itself together even as he stares thoughtfully at the device in his hand.]

I have to say, I've never been kidnapped quite like this before. [He smiles. If you're the type to notice such things, you'll see that it doesn't quite reach his eyes. It's almost threatening.]

One prison is as good as another, I hear. At least this one has a little more room to stretch [He rolls his shoulders to emphasise his point.] I wonder if the company will be any better.

[Oh, he knows there are various people nearby who he should catch up with, but anyone important enough should know he is here without needing a video. No, the video is for all the ordinary humans he's stuck far too close to.

ooc: action replies are welcome! Most people will notice the temperature dropping near Lucifer :3]
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Hi. I'm Kevin Tran.

[ Kevin actually isn't all that interested in introducing himself, but he's taken the week to check the place out quietly, and he's managed to avoid talking to too many people so he could absorb it all. He's over the shock now though, which means he's also already mostly just... over it in general. ]

This is a long shot because it's way more likely that I'll start singing like a lion king again, probably, but if anyone happens to see my mom, Linda Tran, will you tell her I'm here too?

[ He super doubts that'll happen because his luck is way too shitty, but he may as well put that out there. ]

And that I'm not a ghost anymore? Thanks.
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[ Kevin looks maybe like he might have slept the night before, which is an improvement, but there's an urgency cutting into that as he looks into the camera. ]

Cas, I need you to come over here. I have something to show you, something to do with the -- [ He looks uncomfortable for a moment, glances around him, and then he leans in closer. ] You know.

It's important.

[ But unfortunately, Kevin will have disappeared by the time Cas arrives. ]

[ Video ]

Aug. 16th, 2013 06:50 pm
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[ Crowley looks a bit less composed than usual. In fact, he might look downright shaken. ]

I think I died. Has anyone seen River? She's not answering me.

[ He's not exactly shaken over dying. He'd known a few freebies were coming to him. The surprise comes from how easy it had been to die for River. That hadn't been the calculated giving up of a freebie that he'd have liked it to be. ]

((OOC: I'm still slow, so if that's a problem, then hold off until RL calms down for me.))
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[ Kevin is pale and rumpled, but he's as concerned about that as he is about the state of his room, which is a mess. The wall behind him is covered in painted-on sigils, all of them having been recently touched up, and the intrepid angel might be able to spot a few bits of Enochian, but only a few, and Kevin's not even really sure they're useful at keeping out hellhounds. Probably can't hurt, right?

When he speaks, it's just a little too fast, the words tumbling out one after the other. ]


Salt your doors and windows. Don't go out unless you have to, or unless you have some holy oil, which you probably don't because it's hard to find.

[ He stops, thoughtful. ] Do any of you have holy oil? I'll take some if you do. I just want to make a pair of glasses so I can see the them since they're invisible because they're freaking hellhounds holy crap how did they even get here? [ That sure was the start to a breakdown. Kevin's eyes are wide and his voice gets higher and more strained. ] What is this place? Who would be crazy enough to drag hellhounds into Wonderland? What's the other option, carrying bombs with you everywhere you go?!

[ So, that was panicked. He breaks off, breathing hard, and looks away to gather himself. ]

Like I said. Keep salt handy. Try to stay safe.

[ Kevin ends his message abruptly. ]

[ OOC: He'll spend the rest of the time the hellhounds are here in his room, which smells of salt, borax, and different spices and powders used in the making of demon bombs. It's possible to want to duck into Kevin's room to take refuge, or to call him up for hellhound advice as he'll be in there like Control Room Kevin. ]

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