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[To her credit, Krissy took a few moments to look over the network before making her own post. So by the time her face appears on the screen, she doesn't look nearly as frightened as she did when she first woke up here. Oh, she's still freaking out on the inside, make no mistake about that, but she's at least trying to be brave.

When she speaks, her tone is matter-of-fact and it's obvious she's been practicing.]


My daddy's name is Lee Chambers. If anybody sees him, tell him he don't have to shoot anybody to find me 'cos I'm right here and I'm fine.

[She frowns thoughtfully into the camera, making sure that's all she wanted to say, before her eyes widen a little as something else occurs to her.]

Oh, and do we all gots a room to sleep in and stuff or do I just pick one? 'Cos I woke up in the libe-ary and I'm pretty sure I'm not 'posed to live there.

[And now she's done. There's a brief glimpse of trees behind her - clearly, she's still no longer in the library if the snow and foliage is any indication, but instead made her way outside at some point - as she reaches for the device and then the feed cuts off.]

[ooc: all replies from ickle!krissy will come from [personal profile] futurehunter! also, if you'd like your character to come across hers, feel free to pick a location as krissy is going to be doing lots and lots of exploring unless/until someone reigns her in.]
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[Who has cookies for breakfast? This guy. Okay, they'd count as breakfast if Gabriel did mundane things like sleeping. But he had places to go, brothers to bother and a general pest to make of himself. What he doesn't expect is the sudden transformation overcoming both his grace and his vessel after raiding one of the very impressive spreads the place provided.

So have an adorable little moppet, Wonderland, hanging upside down from one of the Christmas tree limbs, examining his phone curiously.]
Michael? Lucifer?

C'mon, I can totally hear you guys. Where are you?

[Heaving a sigh and with a very visible pout he jumps down, landing nimbly on his feet.] Fine. I'll just find someone else to play with.

Jerks.
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[ how about let's not talk about that dream. that sounds like a really good idea, even if becky is pretty curious about it, if not a little scared. she knows she's in good hands, what with the winchesters around, so, you know, how about instead she just shares a little something of her own with everyone. she's been doing a lot of writing over the past few months, after all, and it's about time she posted some of it for everyone to R&R. it's a little taste of home for her and hopefully a lot of other people in wonderland; she couldn't actually bring herself to write about anyone ... in wonderland. that's sort of crossing the line into rpf and while writing about sam and dean isn't really technically fanfiction anymore, she can at least pretend it is if she sets it in some alternate version of home. ]

Title: All I Want For Christmas Is You
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13, for implied sexual themes.
Summary: How "A Very Supernatural Christmas" should have ended.

The ground outside was covered in a light dust of snow. )

[ the next part she cut into a separate entry because she couldn't decide if she actually wanted to post it or not. but, you know, wonderland will have none of that. and neither will i. so, of course, by some inexplicable wonderland magic, it posted itself. so here is the thrilling and explicit conclusion! ]

THIS PART IS !!!NSFW!!! VIEW AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION )

[ shortly after this very angry conversation with sam the whole fanfic has been deleted from the network and in its place is: ]

MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES TO SAM AND DEAN WINCHESTER PLEASE DON'T KILL ME
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Okay, public service announcement, here: if you don't filter or lock your messages, we can all see them. And read and hear them. Which usually doesn't matter, but just... I mean, if it's quote-unquote sensitive information, you probably don't want it on the public network. And we don't, either. Usually. And even then... I mean, there're a handful of tech-savvy people in the mansion, so even if it's encrypted, it still could be, you know, decrypted. I'm just saying, it's almost always better to talk in person if you're making big plans or swapping secrets.

That said, does anyone know the network's origin? I mean, I never pegged the Queen of Hearts or the Duchess or whoever to be good with computers. It had to start somewhere, by someone who knew what they were doing. It's a pretty complicated system.

Just... don't tell me it was "magic." [ Sigh. ]
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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. ]
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[Gabriel is sitting pretty in an arm chair in his room, one leg crossed over the other at the knee as he addresses Wonderland. It's almost as if he hadn't gone on a murderous rampage, but really, we're not talking about that. It was the Event after all! It wasn't his fault. No need to bring it up right? He's comfortable and there's a glint of adoration, kind of in the way an adult would look at a child who's said something stupid but they're too nice to correct them. He'll just nod and smile, yes, you're right little ones, all is well and right in the world again.]

You humans are so amusing at times with your odd coping mechanisms, no one grieves or heals quite the same. I must say, for many of you the show must go on, but to fall from one horrific event into a large feast? Now that must take some strong stomachs. Tell me, did your celebration of the enslavement of a native race and theft of land go off without a hitch? I'm just dying to know.

[A look of mock embarrassment as he covers his mouth as if he's said a bad word. He seems almost honestly apologetic but the little quirk at the corner of his mouth tells you he's trying hard not to laugh.]

Sorry. Right, I forgot it was commercialized and made into a day of thanks and brotherhood long before the War. I suppose most of you can give thanks for being alive after recent events. Though, humor me won't you? What are you truly thankful for??

Private to Alex, Michael and William )
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Hiiiiii. [ Yeah, this is awkward. Calista still doesn’t have her costume, so she’s trying to do her best lost-teenager-in-Wonderland impersonation, as opposed to her ‘I’m 90% sure someone with Powers zapped me here’ self. She grins, waves at her captive audience, and then immediately huffs a piece of hair out of her face. ]

Okay, so. Step one: be kidnapped. Step two: introduce yourself to your kidnappees? Is that how it goes? Is there a training manual, or instructional video, or like a series of things on Youtube to help a girl out? An awful lot of you guys look used to this whole shitty situation, which is one part worrying and one part kinda bad-ass, if I’m gonna be honest.

Anyway, my name's Calista. Any chance Retro Girl’s going to swoop in and save the day?

[ Calista, your ego is showing. ]

[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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[ clarisse is almost never happy when she appears on the network, and today is no different. she doesn't look as upset as the first time she appeared, threatening to bust heads and all that, but she's still noticeably peeved. the angle of the camera is a bit skewed, because she's attempting to carry about five baby boar piglets in her arms and they're all squealing at her and wiggling and being very difficult little creatures.

all she wanted was an elephant-sized war boar.

instead, she got 101 piglets. yes, hilarious, closet.

and now they've all escaped because, hey, she never claimed to be a piglet wrangler, and attempting to transfer all the damn piglets from her room to the one next to it was a lot more difficult than she thought it would be. she probably should've asked for help in the first place, but why would she do that. obviously you only ask for help where you're so deep in pig shit you've got no other choice.

funny how this is the second time she's asking for help over the network. except, you know, in a completely roundabout and slightly threatening way. one day she'll figure out how to say "please" and "thank you." ]


Alright, listen up, punks. [ sound familiar? she really needs to figure out a better way to address the network. ] You might've noticed a bunch of little baby boars running all over the place. They're mine. And if you hurt them, I'm gonna hurt you. They might've come from that stupidass magic closet, but they're still the sacred animal of Ares and if you kill them without all the proper ritual sacrifice shit, I'll curse you myself. Got it?

[ she heaves the boars in her arms and the camera wobbles a bit. at this point it's starting to look like a really awkward selfie as she cranes her neck to appear back in view. ]

I don't know how many of them there are, but there's a lot. You catch 'em, you can keep 'em. Just as long as they don't end up on someone's plate. Otherwise, I want them back. Fifth floor, room eighty-seven.
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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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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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[For once, Adam Milligan doesn't care about staying quiet, or about being shy around video cameras. It's quite the change, and one he can blame this conversation on. His camera is set up in his living room, concealing the angel sigils on his walls, but showcasing the young blond man with his big mastiff by the couch. There's music playing, which should be warning enough for what's coming, maybe not for the fact Adam looks almost jazzed. He's smiling, holding the dog's face between his hands.

You know what else is fun besides just singing to sing? Sticking it to the pair of half-brothers you have floating around here, and everyone else who's earned a good "fuck you."

A little Cee Lo Green to brighten your day, anybody?]


Hey, you, you ready? You want to sing with me? I'll start us off.

[He says this to the dog before diving right into the beginning part of the song. Having a decent singing voice makes it easy to keep tune and substitute lyrics with his own personal "fuck you" at the same time.

Nothing like channeling your feelings into some cathartic shit-flinging, Glee-style.]


I see you walking 'round town with the guy who screwed me, and I'm like "fuck you!"
Ooo, ooo, oooo!

I guess dying for you wasn't enough, I'm like-- [He smiles prettily for the camera.] "Fuck you! And fuck him, too!"
I said, "If I were quicker,
I'd still be with ya"
Ha, now ain't that some shit?
(Ain't that some shit?)

And although there's pain in my chest
I still don't wish you the best with a "fuck you!"
Ooo, ooo, oooo!

[Adam breaks off from singing the next part to ruffle the mastiff's fleshy face, who's started to bark and bounce on his back legs excitedly. Taking its two massive paws in his hands, he pulls the dog upright.]

--Hey, you wanna dance? Huh? Yeah, you're into the Cee Lo, aren't you? I pity the fool--!

[Both boys, dog and master, throw their heads back, ooooing the note. Cooper the dog howls and wags his tail, hitting a lower note.]

That decides to trust in you
(Oh shit he's a lying backstabber)
Well
(Just thought you should know Wonderlanders)
Oooooooh
I've got some news for you
Ooh, I really hate your ass right now

[He'll go through the rest of the song, changing the words for Sam and Dean's benefit where necessary, bopping with Cooper the whole time. Come on, Wonderland, you know you want to dance! Belt that chorus! Fuck you, ooo, ooo, oooo!]
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[It's been a while, hasn't it, Wonderland. Tom doesn't have the balls to approach the network any way other than text. He doesn't want to show his face. He doesn't even want to do this but it's only fair to post a public warning. This is stupid, asking for trouble, he knows. But. Well. Event.]


This is a public notice.

I've relocated to the 1st floor. I'll try to stay out of your way.

For what it's worth, I'm so sorry. If it were up to me I'd disappear completely, but it's not fair to any of you to be in the clinic.

I've never been a man of words but sorry doesn't even to begin to express what I am. Sick, maybe. Sick and without any way to make amends for it. My future self could have prevented this and I can't pretend to understand why he didn't.

But what I know for sure is that I am not dangerous.


[Tom has relocated to room 025 on the first floor. He will be spending most of his time trying to avoid every living being but if you're after a confrontation or just curious to meet Wonderland's resident nutjob, he's there.]

A PRAYER )
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[It's a little unusual for James to actively choose to mass-text the whole mention instead of taking a video of himself (it's like wizard photographs, but with sound! ...So, like paintings, but with less paint!) but not this event. You blew it Wonderland. You could have had his handsome self on camera, but then you had to try and make him sing.]

No. Absolutely not.
I mean, don't get me wrong -- i'm great at a lot of things.
I'm bloody fantastic at most things!
Star Quidditch player, top of my classes
so mischievous a swarm of Cornish pixies would be jealous
devilishly handsome. absurdly clever.
My score out've 10 is probably somewhere around a 17.
All in all? I'm easily one of the most talented blokes I know.


[Every single word of that needed to be said, and this event has removed any will to edit it down at all.]

But everyone's got to be bad at something. Even me!
I'm sure you're all crushed and heartbroken and I'm sorry for that really
But I
I can't sing.
I can't sing even a little so this event is obviously a form of the cruelest and most unusual punishment imaginable!
So, sadly, I am going to have to break a few more hearts and insist on taking a vow of silence for the weekend, or until this stupid event seems to be over -- whichever comes first
I know, I know! I don't want to do it
But I must to save your eardrums (and my dignity. mostly that really)
When you're wallowing in sorrow, realizing that you haven't heard me speak in a while, just remember: it is entirely wonderland's fault and it will all be over eventually.


[And he ends the message on that note. He can be found in his usual haunts around the mansion -- his room, the kitchens, outside, etc -- and he really will be trying his damnedest not to talk at all, from summoning a notepad and quill to ridiculous charades. Of course, the event won't let him succeed, but even if there wasn't an event in place, he's so talkative normally that this plan was doomed from the start.]
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[The feed flickers on to show the stony face of one Loki Laufeyson. Sharp, inquisitive eyes, clear as crystal green waters, yet guarded with such intensity it's impossible to see into the mind of their owner. A deceptive window to a soul shrouded in lies and mischief.]

[Loki studies the screen for a long thirty-count before he inclines his head ever so slightly. His chin is raised with pride, causing his gaze to cast downward with condescension. It takes another beat before a mild smile twists across his lips exuding mirth with a subtle undertone of something dark.]


My, what an interesting spectacle you lot make. I presume it's quite pointless to inquire as to the whereabouts of those in charge. I can sense the magic pooling at the very heart of this land and I'm ashamed to say it leaves me for naught. Allow me to introduce myself, I am but the humble King of Asgard. [Oh yes, so very humble. You've royalty in your presence, Wonderland. He will ask you all to kneel, in time, and when that time comes, you will most assuredly do as he commands. Of that, he has no doubt.]

Now, what I will inquire is confirmation or denial of the whereabouts of several key individuals; Thor Odinson, for starters. Tall, beefy, blonde, with a thick skull and an air of righteousness about him. If he is present, or any of you are keen on his whereabouts, I would be most delighted to hear from you. Secondly, a group of rag-tag do-gooders calling themselves "The Avengers". You will win my favour by revealing their presence. And believe me, you would do best to win my favour. I simply... wish to meet them and commend them for their heroic deeds.

[That smile broke into something of a malicious, toothy grin just before the feed was cut. He continues to monitor the network thereafter, searching for any replies. Or perhaps a direct confrontation from his brother or any of his new little friends.]
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[ Oh, hey, Wonderland. Look at this rather irate and tired looking teenager. He doesn't have much to say, this time he's gonna keep it short and sweet with the usual dose of awkward and general lack of social grace he has.

Have your local amber alert. Missing teenager: loud, obnoxious, hyperactive... if you've kidnapped him you probably want to return him, he sort of smells and will drive you batty, not to mention he's unbearable unmedicated.
]

If anyone's seen Stiles Stilinski - short, loud, moley, brown hair... He's - uh - either been kidnapped or... [ Isaac swallows and rolls his eyes, he doesn't care, look how much he doesn't care. ]

Yeah, so - uh... [ What does he even say... The werewolves have torn Wonderland up looking for him and couldn't find him, so he's probably not here, but his stuff still is... As long as Wonderland isn't keeping it because it was also Derek's... But if someone's pulled a Tom Hanniger... ]

video

Apr. 3rd, 2014 01:08 am
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[Hello Wonderland. It's Krissy. Considering all she's been through for the past few weeks, she looks surprisingly okay. Maybe not happy, go-lucky, all smiles, but that's not really her deal anyway. She is smirking, though, so at least there's that.]

Right so that was definitely the opposite definition of fun. The next time Wonderland decides to have a party, count me out.

[A pause and she manages to look a touch sheepish.]

Oh and, uh, sorry for anything I might have said, or done, or broken, when I was all... kid-sized. I was kind of a handful at that age.

[And now for the reason she's making this video.]

So does anybody have any guesses how long before Wonderland goes crazier than usual again? Or any theories on what might happen?

[There doesn't seem to be a lot of method to this madness but you never know.]
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[ Well, well. Something clearly isn't right here. Though he's young--about fourteen--and doesn't remember Wonderland, Sam is still a hunter. Won't advertise it, but is smart enough to be wary, and peers into the device with a youthful, but suspicious glance. ]

Hey. Not cool. [ He huffs shortly, seemingly unconcerned that he's been kidnapped. ] Usually, I think people make demands when they've got hostages. Right? And I haven't heard anything yet.

[ Sam peers into the little camera, unused to the technology of a network like this, but also very smart. ]

If there's something you want to say? Say it. I'm not gonna stick around here long.

( ooc; his answers will come from [personal profile] nonfiction! )
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Action )

[A pretty woman with wild brown hair switches on her device, sitting at the bar. Her attire is a sundress, because evidently, even when in a lady vessel, Gabriel can't stay away from mildly garish fabric. She has the world's fruitiest-looking drink, which she'd snapped together herself, and a swirly straw. Life is too short, she thinks, not to use swirly straws whenever you can.]

Not sure what everybody's complaining about. C'mon, lighten up. If this thing fits pattern, it'll be over soon enough. [She grins, like a certain native cat.] Why not have fun with it while you can? Or, you know, for all our new kiddies out there, drink all the Shirley Temples you can and bounce off of the walls?

[Never put Gabriel in charge of children. Never. You know that sign, "Unattended children will be given an expresso and a free kitten"? Substitute a milkshake or Shirley Temple and a likelihood of that happening.]

I say we deck this place out in treehouses and Slip N Slides and see what happens.

[Replies will come from [personal profile] strawberrysyrup.]
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[For several seconds after the video cuts on, there's nothing but a pair of tiny feet wearing white and pink sneakers with slightly scuffed toes. There's a bit of rustling about in the background, and a slight whimper of what sounds like a child, before finally a small hand covers the entire screen as it hefts the device off the ground.

A bit more moving things around and finally a face comes into view. The girl is frowning in concentration and there's a couple of random button smashes before she starts speaking. Her tone is forceful - the sort of sound a child makes when trying Very Hrad to be brave.]


I don't know where I am or who took me or why or none of that but you better take me back right now before my daddy finds out!

[Her lower lip trembles and she sniffles once. Her voice wavers slightly when she speaks again.]

His name's Lee. Lee Chambers. And he's gonna be super mad when he comes back ho- [a pause because nope, where they're staying these days isn't home; they don't have a home anymore] just back and finds me gone so take me back right. now.

[There's a brief pause before she offers a watery, semi-smile.]

And you're park's real nice, too. [She scowls.] But I wanna go back to my daddy now.

[With that, the transmission ends. Anyone who wants to stumble across the now pint-sized Krissy will find her, obviously, hanging around the park. Well, more like somewhere near the park, with it still in sight but not actually in it. She isn't going to just sit on the swings and wait for some weirdo to come by and grab her. She might be six but she's smarter than that.]

[ooc: all replies will be via [personal profile] futurehunter which is bitty!krissy's journal]
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[ figuring out how to use the device isn't the hard part, no, it's swallowing the fact that either purgatory changed on him in what could only be described as seriously trippy as shit way, or he's in yet another new dimension. so have dean, wonderland, covered in dirt and grime from head to toe. it doesn't take squinting to notice the obvious splashes of blood either, though all of it's dried as if he hasn't changed his clothes in a while...

in his hand is a massive weapon; axe-like in shape, with a blade made of something unrecognizable but decidedly dangerous. ]


Alright, listen up. This is how it's gonna go; whoever thought this-- [ he gestures vaguely around with the tip of his weapon. ] -- was a great idea? Hand up now. You and I are gonna have a couple words, and how pretty they end up bein' depends entirely on you. [ a threat is laced in every single word. ]

Or I can always just start demandin' answers-- [ you know the violent way. purgatory kinda rubs off on you after a while. ] -- 'cause you know what? I don't have time for this. Not today. [ not when one minute benny had been going on about something or another and now the vampire isn't anywhere to be seen and his search for cas is interrupted.

which leads him to adding, after a pause; ]


Cas, if you're here for some messed up reason, lem'me know. Same for you, Benny.

[ end feed. ]
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[ while a month has passed for everyone in wonderland, only a few minutes have for cordelia. she'd ventured into her closet in search of the most amazing dress — something to make herself feel a little special that day — but had managed to go further and further into the box holding her clothes until she couldn't find the way out. the perfect little dress had been at the very far back. ]

[ now, out of her closet, she's in her room. and she has something to ask all of wonderland. a little bit of advice, something she's hardly ever on the receiving end of these days. it doesn't hurt to throw out something different on the network — something a little, well ... selfish. ]

[ standing, with a black dress pressed to her chest, cordelia glances down. in her other hand is another black dress. the one pressed against her is strapless and long, while the other in her hand has an off the shoulder cut and finishes at the knees. ] The little Gucci dress or the other little Gucci dress, Wonderland? A girl's got to spoil herself somehow.
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Great.

[Mumbled as the video feeds starts up, showing a girl with electric blue eyes, freckles across her nose, and black hair. There’s a circlet around her head- a tiara if one will that doesn't quite go with the first impression that she gives- and her silver jacket, somewhat ill-suited for the current climate, is partially open, revealing a white t-shirt.

She appears determined and annoyed, as she gives what can only be described as an evil glare to the thing she is holding, and when she finally speaks, her voice holds her impatience, but also an authoritative tone.]


As if there isn't enough to do, that I need some other nonsense thrown on my plate.

[So… Her eyes narrow.]

Listen. I’m not sure if this is some joke, or if something has happened, again… Or who is really behind this or what they want. But I need to know where I supposedly am and what’s supposedly going on. For anyone listening- [Putting emphasis on that] this is Thalia, Lieutenant of Artemis. Can any other Hunters hear me? I need you to check in as soon as possible. Time is running out… And I swear, if Hera so much as had any role in this- what a loose cannon.
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[ alright, let's get one thing straight here: clarisse hates mazes. so, as luck would have it, she finds herself surrounded by bright green shrubbery in every direction and she is not happy about it. she doesn't even bother asking why she's here. she just gets straight to business and the feed roars to life. kind of literally, actually. the daughter of the war god is someone to be feared when she's angry and she's not going to take no for an answer on this one. ]

Alright, listen up, punks. I don't know where I am, nor do I care. But someone thought it'd be funny to stick me in this godsforsaken maze.

[ a beat. ]

Yeah. Well, guess what? I'm not laughing. And if someone doesn't get me out of here, I start trimming hedges and busting the head of whoever's bright idea this was. Got it?

[ she holds up her sword. her very, very lethal sword. she may not have her spear anymore, but she's just as good with a sword. and she knows she can't get out without help so this is her, er, "subtle" way of asking for backup. just don't expect her to thank you for it. ]

See this? You don't want me to have to use it.

[ she's about to cut the feed, when something else occurs to her. ]

Oh, and if anyone's seen a guy named Chris Rodriguez, you sure as hell better tell me or it's your head next.
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[The feed cuts on to reveal a teenage girl with one eyebrow partially raised and her lips pursed slightly in an obvious expression of irritation. Despite her best efforts at appearing only irritated, though, her eyes are shining with wariness that's bordering almost on fear.

And no wonder, really, considering behind her is what appears to be a part of a nondescript looking bedroom and then, well, nothing. Literally nothing more than the void of empty space. Space that she very nearly tumbled into upon her arrival, no less. Not that she's telling anyone that. No, she isn't looking to explain who she is or what happened when she showed up here. She just wants answers and, instead of asking in a polite manner, decides to just make her irritation at the situation known before biting out a singular question between practically clenched teeth.]


What. The. Hell?

[And that's it. Feel free to explain, if you'd like, or even stop by to see her in person if you're capable. She'll just be sitting here, questioning when, exactly, her life crossed that thin line between makes-sense-only-to-a-hunter to this.]

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