thinblueline: ([±] what's that?)
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[ A nod in greeting, no more or less warm than usual (as usual happens to be uncommon in this case). His last public address had been in a prior year — an enthusiastic explanation of baseball — and in the time since, nothing has changed, not actually changed. ]

Name's John. Ah, Blake to most of you, but Robin John Blake if we're bein' proper. I've been here for— [ A puff of air, a shake of his head. He's still twenty-nine, hasn't aged a day since his arrival, but there's no staving off the way turmoil has done what time cannot. ] Well, I can't accurately say, but it's been years. Lifetimes in some cases — always enjoyed those kinda events — but on actual days I can count as bein' here, it's over three years.

I don't— [ A pause. He was once personable — trained to be — but so much of that has worn down to this personality of half-measure, a ghost of what once was. ] Tryin' to explain, so bear with me, but I don't think... I don't think I'm goin' home. [ He breathes in, lets it out slowly. ] And that's what I want, so I'm okay with it.

Some part of me is always gonna be here. Mean that in the most technical sense, 'cause this place has taken from me — memories and who knows what else. Figure even if I go home-go home it's gonna be true, that I'm still gonna be here.

So... that's my big announcement. I'm here to stay. By any means necessary, I think. [ His smile is rueful. ] Groundbreakin', I know; a blip of Wonderland's vast radar screen. But it also gives me an opportunity to say I'm retirin' too. From my life of crime fightin'. Won't make much of a diff'rence here 'cause that's not really what I do, but it'll make a diff'rence in me, I think.

[ Blake shrugs, rubs at the small amount of stubble that's shadowing his chin. ]

Anyway, if anyone wants to celebrate or whatever, I'll be 'round the bar in a bit.

[[ OOC: Action prompt can be used anywhere, not just at the bar. Let me know if you need a starter by PMing this journal or hitting me up on plurk @blakeroo. ]]
ofletters: (that they will see)
[personal profile] ofletters
[ Maybe one day, Sam will come onto the network and announce that someone has arrived in Wonderland, or will have something to say that's generally not depressing. Today is not that day. ]

Messages are bouncing back from Bobby Singer's phone. Checked his room and the stuff's gone. Guess that means he went with it.

Bobby was a good guy. Better than most.
Tell people that kind of stuff while you can.
May be cheesy but you could end up regretting it later if you don't.
first_demon: ([Lilith] Unhappy)
[personal profile] first_demon
[Until now, she had only seen the benign side of Wonderland, the quiet before the chaos. In a sudden flick, the emotions that she had been freed from rush back into her psyche with the full force of broken dam. Sobbing, red from tears, she has no choice to reflect on her past actions and feel nothing but remorse.

It was why she had to address those that knew her, those that she had wronged. For anyone else, they could at least learn from her example. Some good had to come from her existence.]

I'm so sorry. Dean, Sam, Jon, Mary, Bobby, Bela, and Crowley. I have done horrible things to you and I can't begin to express how terrible I feel. I'm sorry.

I've been a demon, but I made myself into a monster.

Video; 001

Mar. 14th, 2016 03:20 am
was_a_hunter: (So lets go back)
[personal profile] was_a_hunter
[A blonde comes on the screen, barely holding everything together. She didn't find the information she needed at the library, so now she was willing to make her presence known. Maybe the demon would appear to her so she could question him. It was all she knew to do at this point.]

Hello, I seem to have woken up here...wherever here is.

My name is Mary Winchester and I'm looking for whoever brought me here. I have a few questions for them, most notably, where the hell are my children.

[She was upset now and needed her babies. She needed to know they were safe. John could take care of himself and would understand why she wasn't asking for him.]

I'll be in the music room, come and find me with any information you have. My babies had better be safe.
first_demon: ([Lilith] Stares Down)
[personal profile] first_demon
[The church had disappeared. Somehow, in her waiting, Lilith had fallen asleep and awoke in a strange garden, surprised and confused at how she had been apprehended so easily. This wasn't Heaven, the angels wouldn't interrupt her plans or avert the apocalypse. Everyone wanted it, except for the Winchesters (but who cares what they want?)

So then where was she? How did she get there? It was almost pitiful that she had been surprised...

...and pitiful was not something she could accept.]

What is this place? [She's angry, fuming, but containing that rage in a silent simmer. When she's quiet, that's when she is dangerous.] What trick is this?
wickedwest: (Along With Whatever This Is)
[personal profile] wickedwest
Hello Wonderland.

[Oh look it's Zelena and she actually looks happy to be here. That's new. Her outfit looks new too, but that's only because she's bothered to put it on again to cause problems for a few people today.]

Sorry to disappoint anyone who thought I was gone for good, but I thought I'd sit back and let things play out for a while instead of announcing my return to everyone here. And I am rather disappointed, to tell you truth. Really, whatever I missed out on must've been rather distracting because to find out I don't even warrant some sort of ridiculous proclamation like that idiotic story you all seem so familiar with was a rather rude awakening.

[In other words, really? No ding dong the witch is dead or anything like that? And yes, she's quite aware that everything she's said is just opening the door for people to annoy her and tell her that yes, she's rather unimportant in the scheme of things. Which is still going to get on her nerves, but it's not important.]

Then again, for some of you, can't say it really surprises me. After all, there are far far worse places to be than Wonderland, aren't there?


Aug. 8th, 2015 04:45 am
first_demon: ([Lilith] Confused)
[personal profile] first_demon
[She's been depowered so often here that it is no longer affecting her emotionally. Just another day of having a curse that either wipes her memory or leaves her effectively human. But considering there are creatures out there that seem to want to eat them, she's going to do what it takes to stay safe.

Which is why she's got a grim determination on her face as she addresses the network. She's already suited up to go out there, carrying a few weapons on her person to stay safe. Everything else is building supplies.]

I've been tasked to help build fortifications around the township. Any of you willing and able to lend a hand, come with me. I suggest you pack items to help defend yourself. This won't be a safe job, but it will keep us alive a lot longer than how we are.


Jul. 31st, 2015 08:51 pm
first_demon: ([Lilith] Amused)
[personal profile] first_demon
With all of this activity around Wonderland, I would wager that we are facing a coming apocalypse or something of the like. It's all just so exciting.

That being said, has anyone noticed items missing from your personal possession? I dislike being stolen from and the item was precious to me. I will forgive the thief this once, if they present themselves. After that...I am not so kind.
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[When the camera turns on the screen is dark and indiscernible with the sound of rustling as if it's operator is holding it too close to their clothing. The camera is shifted, revealing first a dark jacket and then, suddenly, Ellen's face comes into view, worn and unsure.

Her eyes are red from crying, but there's a strong bit of defiance in them as she stares the camera down.]

My name's Ellen. I'm looking for my daughter.

[She swallows, pursing her lips momentarily as the camera falls slightly, catching the woods up behind her. She squares her jaw and raises the camera to eye level again, her voice matter of fact and dangerous.]

I don't know what this place is and I don't care. I just need to find Jo. If you can help, I could use it. If you can't, stay the hell out of my way.


Jul. 18th, 2015 05:55 pm
formerlydangerous: (Sizzling Cross)
[personal profile] formerlydangerous
[Hi Wonderland. There's a sizzling vampire on the other end of the video feed, holed up in... somewhere in the mansion. He looks annoyed. He usually is when Wonderland plays these games.]

Those rips in reality? Yeah, steer bloody clear of those! Bad enough they decided to relocate the kitchen and dining room out in the middle of bloody nowhere, but now these fancy little rips can drop a bloke from the hallway to the forest in broad daylight! Not a fun run back to the mansion if you're of the night-walking sort!

[Spike... has pretty much already announced a few times that he's a vampire over the network, so this shouldn't come as much of a surprise to most. He just doesn't care.]
thinblueline: ([±] what's up?)
[personal profile] thinblueline
[ This is probably not the time or the place for this kind of thing, but that doesn't seem to be stopping John from addressing the network. First, he holds up a drawing for the camera. ]

This is a baseball diamond—[ His face appears a moment later as he pulls away the drawing. ] —used to play baseball, which is a game for those that might not know. If it's not familiar, that's okay — I can teach you — but if it is familiar, I'd like to know that, too.

We're talkin' a ball, a bat, a big field, some players — two teams of nine's standard, but you could make due with five an' five — and an afternoon to play. That's all. [ He almost sounds like he's — hehe — making a pitch by the way it rolls off his tongue. John smiles, tipping his head a little. ] And some rules, of course.

[ He brings the picture back up as he continues his explanation, his voice hurried in such a way that he's certain to confuse anyone trying to follow along at home. ]

The goal is to hit the ball with the bat so it goes between these foul lines and then to make your way 'round this diamond, crossin' one of each of these "bases" — first, second, third, in that order, but not necessarily all at once — 'til you get to the last one, called home plate. Crossing home plate earns you a point.The team with the most points wins.

[ John's face appears again as the drawing disappears off-screen once more. ]

Simple, right?

So, if you're interested in playin' a game or two — even just watchin' one to take your mind offa things for a bit — lemme know.

Or, if you wanna toss the ball 'round for a bit, come out front. That's where I'll be 'til it gets too dark.

[[ OOC: Since we're probably not going to actually play out any baseball games, there's a sign up area in the comments if your character wants to be involved. You are absolutely welcome to sign up characters without tagging into this post — there is no obligation to thread here in order to be involved.  If I get enough characters signed up, then I'll do a mock game with a random outcome and post the results here, probably in the OOC community! ]]
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[ Something’s not right in Wonderland today--if you can call being dropped into the middle of the desert not right. The video flickers to life with a strange sense of urgency. Both Charlie and Michael can be seen somewhere in the entrance hall, breathing somewhat heavy. ]

Hey. [ Charlie speaks first, glancing at Michael and then back to the screen. ] I dunno if anyone’s noticed, but we kinda have a problem. They’re, um… [ She looks to the archangel for some help, still trying to catch her breath. ]

Wonderland is under attack. The lower angels of our world are here.

[ Charlie elbows him a little. ]

What he means is these things are angels, but there’s nothin’ fluffy about them. They’ll kill you if they get the chance, and it ain’t a walk in the park. [ She lifts up a dated cattle prod. ] Electricity can knock ‘em out, but bullets are sort of useless against them.

[ From off to the side, you can hear a muffled female voice that sounds like Claire. ]

Empyrean steel will kill them. [ Claire’s hand appears into the video to hand him something. ] Claire asked for a weapon and the closet gave her this. It is made of the steel, but the format is useless here.

Do not try to fight them. They may look like someone you know
- except the real ugly faces - but they are inhumanely strong and fast. There is another way to stop them, but it requires

What the--

[ Michael’s cut off by both Claire and Charlie’s raised voices, and there’s only a second before the video goes dark, the image of Charlie struggling as she’s dragged through the front door by her hair lingering to those that see the post. ]

[ ooc: Feel free to have your possessed character being the one who is attacking. If you want a specific person to tag back, place their name in the header. Otherwise, it’s a mystery who you’ll get.. ]
possiblymad: (Charisma)
[personal profile] possiblymad
[Oh, he looks so enthused to do this when the feed opens, but his expression gently takes on a more welcoming and charismatic visage.]

I am Loki, no longer one-of-a-kind here in Wonderland. Many of you know me as the villain, monster, God of Lies, but you should all know by now that I possess a deal of magical ability. I specialise in illusions and deception, however I am not shy to offensive and defensive magics.

[He gives that a moment to sink in and decides to continue. Now was as good a time as any with Captain Criticism briefly out of the picture to cast his judgement on Loki's actions.]

I am also aware that there are some of you here with, at the very least, an inkling of magical ability. It got out some time ago that I was secretly training young Kaplan in the development of his abilities, and while I do not have the desire to extend such extensive treatment to others, I will however offer basic training to aid those of you with the gift in its development. Be it setting you down the right path to learning your abilities or providing a training target for you to cast more powerful spells without the fear of injuring others, I may as well assist you. This is not out of sheer kindness, for those of you fearing ulterior motives. I may as well admit that it is out of self preservation. The more able magic users we have here to defend ourselves against threats, the more likely we are to succeed should... certain creatures resurface.

We have many such residents offering combative training, but few offering magical aid and I thought it was high time we correct this err.

[He managed to give an entire speech without a single lie. Half truths were not, in fact, lies.]

Private to Kol )
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[Michael's never been the social type, he speaks to others when it is necessary, but he's not the shy sort either. He's just reserved, and he's kept to himself, observing Wonderland and all its ways. The archangel has noticed a few things, though it is nothing that Wonderland tries to hide, but he's noticed them anyways, and he's a little hung up on one of its most obvious quirks.

People come and they go. With no warning. There one moment, gone the next.

The appearances and disappearances happen at times that seem almost random, no method or reason, but if it were all part of some grand plan, what better way to hide it than a seeming lack of design and purpose. When he decides to address the network (via video), he's stern, as usual, but more resigned than is typical for him.]

This may come as no surprise, but more of us have gone home.

[At least that is where he assumes they have gone, as it is just as likely that they've gone from one Wonderland to another.]

Alex Lannon. [A short pause.] Gabriel and William before that.

[He sighs then, they'd all gone pretty quickly. Though Alex was the most recent person that he was aware of.]

It is also my belief that there aren't many angels left as well. [Heavenly intuition, he likened it to, but he could feel that most had gone home.] If anyone has any thoughts on the subject of the way everyone comes and goes, may they be hypothetical or otherwise, it does not matter. I would like to hear them.

[Michael lets the feed end there.]

[ooc: Video, action, text. Anything is welcome.]
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[personal profile] ganking
[ a little while ago dean brutally murdered one demon king of hell, crowley, and hurt john blake in the process. before that, he murdered both his best friend and brother, and attacked a whole bunch of people once near and dear to him. today, thankfully, finds him doing something entirely different as dean addresses the network with a lazy smile on his face.

he’s looking way too pleased with himself, beer in hand and leaning against a familiar looking car... ]

This place is kinda morbid, right? Murders and fights and scheming going on left and right— leaves your head spinning even on a good day. So I figure I should try to shake things up a little, and offer something… uh, nicer to the public.

The female public, anyway. Here I’ve attached a collection of potential good times, so if you see your name and wanna have fun — which means get laid, for the less savvy people — then lem’me know. No strings attached, no flowers and chocolates bullshit. I’m easy like that.

[ he is a gift from god. and he promises no one will get murdered. unless they try something stupid. ]

attachment: dean's handy-dandy do list )

[ he never did say he hadn’t put down a few notes along with the names. ]

Now if you’re worried ‘cause your pretty little name ain’t on the list, fret not. If you’re easy enough on the eyes and old enough to know what fun is, get in contact.

[ s m i l e! and dean cuts the feed. ]

( ooc: note that some threads in this post might include heavy violence and/or dub-con/non-con type elements! read at your own risk. )
assistanting: (Was all you were needing)
[personal profile] assistanting
Friends, Lannisters, Countrymen from the multiverse, I am delivering to you an extremely important message: the Baelish have been in the basement far too long. It is time for us to reclaim the Ball Pit that was once ours.

(Seriously, I want to see these guys out of my stupid ball pit. If anyone else from any family joins in, you'll get extra rights to come visit, or whatever.)

Just look at this like a matter of pride - we Lannisters aren't going to take this are we? A Lannister always pays his debts where I'm from, so don't you tell me you're all too cowardly to make a move.

Oh, and, House Baelish? Consider this war. Watch your backs. I don't care how many children there are, I can still murder you in your sleep.

[Filtered to Greyjoys]

Yo, pirates. I know you're still not making me your first mate or whatever (thanks for nothing), but can you help me get the ballpit back? It's kind of important to me.

[Filtered to Victor Frankenstein]

Hey, I know your creepy lab is in the basement. Join us and we'll get it back for you along with the ballpit.

[Filtered to Crowley & John Blake]

The Ballpit was there for you in your time of need. Consider being there for its time of need.

((hey friends this is the start of what is apparently becoming the Great Ball Pit War. i'll get a log up over the weekend for actual stuff, but anyone who wants to join in at all PLEASE DO. you can hit me up on plurk & aim if you need too, they're both on the taken page.))
first_demon: ([Lilith] Unhappy)
[personal profile] first_demon
[If she looks somewhat relieved, it's because she is. But there is a glimmer of pain and frustration on her face. The sort of mixing that could only come when it applies to her father. She's both happy and upset to have lost him. The complexities of their relationship never easy on her responses or emotions.]

Has anyone seen Lucifer? ...Father, I mean?

I can't sense him about... I think he might have returned to our world.
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[personal profile] what_he_needs
[It was an accident. Entirely the fault of the small, green eyed kitten that Wonderland had gifted him via his brother. He was not usually so careless, but he had become lax in his behaviors, and less than diligent when it came to his communication device. His pet had played with the device, turning it on. The feed records and broadcasts for hours.

Around three a.m. Saturday morning, Wonderland will be blessed cursed with a startling vision displayed across their devices. Wings out, stretching them, Michael walks past the screen. He's not dressed, but, fortunately, the screen was angled just right that only from his abdomen up will be visible. He sits in the middle of his room - now the top of his head can be seen - legs folded under him, and begins to meditate.

An hour passes.

Then three more.

He remains still the entire time, eyes closed and focused.

Twenty minutes longer, and the feed cuts out; the cat, aptly named Cat, hits the button again and turns off the device.

When the feed begins again, Michael is dressed, and is standing by the window, looking out. He does this, then sits again and meditates another hour without much movement before deciding to sit on the edge of his bed and begin to whittle. It's a hobby, random in nature, that he'd taken up to pass the time. He has a small collection of carvings piled up on a table in his room.

After another hour, wood shavings flying as he cuts into the soft block with a small knife, Michael looks up to see his cat playing with the device. He stands, and goes to pick it up. Sighing, and realizing it's recording, he turns it off.

Wonderland has just been subjected to the longest, and most dry, look into the daily habits of an archangel.]

Mass text sent out later that day;

I apologize for the video.
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[personal profile] formerlydangerous
[He's bloody, bruised, worn, confused, and completely misplaced. He'd stepped out of Angel's office and into the mansion. It'd taken a hot minute before his memories of Wonderland resurfaced. He set about hunting down his room, grabbing his mobile, and then decided to address his fellow captives. Things are different now. He's different now.

So, he opens the feed, looking decidedly less irate than his first broadcast months ago. Wonderland's network is greeted by the platinum blonde Brit. Blood that had run from his ear down the side of his face was dried and flaking. Various cuts mar his face, various patches and streaks of dried blood contrast with his pale skin. But does he seem to care? That would be a big, bloody NOPE. Or maybe he's forgotten it's there and can't exactly see himself in a mirror to be reminded.]

Gooooood morning, Viet--wait. Wrong movie. Don't know how long I've been gone but, Ol' Spike's back. So! Tell me lads, lasses, and not-so-gentle-demons, what did I miss? Anything special? See, for me, I've been through quite a bit since I went all disappear-y. Been months back home but it looks like it's only been a week or two here s'far as I can tell.

C'mon now, don't be shy! Not like you lot have anything better to do in this hell dimension where time's on holiday.

Private to Angel )
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[personal profile] curiousher
[When the feed begins, the camera is focused on a very small stage. After a moment or so of rustling, Alice appears.

...Or. Well. "Alice" appears.

Good day, everyone! I've got a spectacular show for you today! Yaaaaaaaaaaay! [And she flails her whole sock puppet body around wildly with excitement.] It's called the Tale of the HalloChrismasJabberganza! Enjoy the show!

Cut because it got pretty long. )


Jan. 10th, 2015 09:22 am
dissemble: (We mean it but)
[personal profile] dissemble
[The Lucifer on your screen is not a happy Lucifer. He seems quite disgusted. Human. Again. This is really intolerable.]

Every time this forsaken place decides to throw something new for you to deal with, it makes everyone here human. I guess Wonderland just really likes giving you all no chance of overcoming these threats outright. [You humans have no hope of beating these things.]

I'll see you when this is over. [Is that a threat to hole up somewhere, or something else...?] Someone keep an eye on Sam for me.

[ooc: Lucifer will respond for around a day before he'll let himself get killed. Fuck being human!]


Dec. 10th, 2014 01:46 am
first_demon: ([Lilith] Reflective)
[personal profile] first_demon
I haven't been able to locate Gadreel. I'm assuming no one else has seen him either? [She really hates opening up the regard she had for him, especially with those that she disliked and disliked her. But she needs to know for sure. Hope isn't something she is accustomed to and doubts she will ever fully have. Only cold, harsh logic.]

So he's gone, then?

[After that nightmare, something bizarre enough in itself, she needs her confidante and friend. Who else would she talk to about this? The hunters and angels who wanted her dead?]

What was the creature in that dream? I'm guessing it was planted in our heads by Wonderland? Considering I don't dream.
ofletters: (i have no hope in solitude)
[personal profile] ofletters
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. ]
onlyhomemade: (How nice of you to join me)
[personal profile] onlyhomemade
[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 )


Nov. 20th, 2014 09:58 am
dissemble: (Every one a rager)
[personal profile] dissemble
[Lucifer can only presume that the... difference he can sense in Wonderland is related to the cryptic post. As far as he can tell he's avoided any effects of it so far. He intends for that to continue.]

Uh oh. Someone left a door open.

[And that little girl tried so hard to warn everyone too. What a shame.

ooc: Your character can respond at any point during the week! Also, Lucifer can choose to appear as someone else to make your character think they are more insane, if you would like that, either PM this journal or plurk me @sprakles. Happy insanity, everyone!]
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[personal profile] low_key_angel
[For a guy who's used to paying with reality bubbles, creating small pockets of reality to deal up just desserts to those who have it coming, you'd think Gabriel would be a little less startled at finding himself in one.

One second, he's shoving a DVD at Dean and telling him and his brother to get Kali and get clear and the next he's not even in the same craphole motel.

So Gabriel takes his time, wanders the halls before he finally lays claim to one and fiddles with the device he found in his pocket. Convenient.]

Well I've got to give this place props. It ain't exactly the Ritz, but then again, they don't have places that respond to thought. [Gabriel is comfortably sprawled on a bed large enough to accommodate several, balancing a heroic-sized milkshake on his chest. Somehow he can drink it while laying down and not spill a drop.] Now, while I wasn't looking forward to the ol Royal Rumble with big bro, I would like to at least get an idea of who nicked yours truly and why.

Yanno. Just because.
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[personal profile] what_he_needs
[He's calm, composed, as if he's practiced what he's going to say over and over before turning on his device.]

Hello, Wonderland.

[Michael clears his throat once, though he's not nervous, even if a small part of him is uncertain if this will be well received.]

I've decided to...have a get together..a party.. on the rooftop tonight.

[The archangel had decided that he needed to know more of the citizens of Wonderland, and had figured a group setting would be easier for him. Take the pressure away, and not force his social awkwardness on one individual at a time. Yes, a group would be better.

If this didn't work out, then he'd go back to what he'd been doing before. Trying to be invisible, and staying off of everyone's radar.]

There will be food, and drink. Whatever the closet gives me. It will start when the sun sets.

[He nods quickly, then ends the feed.]

[ooc: Feel free to post starters that can be left open for others to respond to as well as Michael.]


Oct. 17th, 2014 11:39 pm
onlyhomemade: (Smug resolve)
[personal profile] onlyhomemade
[The feed is a little shaky as Gabriel walks.]

Well, well, look what I finally found.

[He pauses to pan the camera around the Music Room. But he's not giving away any clue as to where it ended up this time. He'll turn the camera on himself, flashing pearly whites in an almost overly friendly grin.]

And aren't you in for a treat. [His other hand brings up a Trumpet, fingers pressing on the valve buttons as they make little clicks.]

See you in a bit Wonderland.

[The feed goes off and when it turns on again he'll be setting the device on a surface before backing off. He sits in a large, comfy armchair in his room. The lighting is low, casting shadows by candle-light, but that's how he likes it, that's how it was back home.]

I'm sure those of you unfamiliar with the various stories of me aren't aware I even know how to play. And I thought in light of recent events I could ... share my talent. Since I don't really sing, I thought I could play for you instead.

[He settles into a comfortable position with a brisk clearing of his throat. He licks his lips, flashing a quick glance to the camera before lifting the instrument to his mouth. With a deep breath he closes his eyes and breathes into it to start playing a swinging blues tune. It's not every day you get to hear the Archangel Gabriel blowing his horn without it signalling something huge, so enjoy it.]
originalchump: (Expression 1.5: sad + irritated)
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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.
first_demon: ([Lilith] Altar (Seductive))
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[She's not exactly amused when her face appears on the screen, but she is guarding her irritation closely. It is never a good idea to let others know that their plans have had an emotional effect. This is a set back, a temporary misstep, but she can recover from it as she always does.

Her work isn't finished, not until she sees Lucifer free.]

How clever. I didn't think the angels had the capabilities to be so organized without their father's help. I thought you were well aware that he desired my role in this. After all, you are supposed to have a family reunion.

Now, simply for curiosity's sake, who was it who brought me here? Raphael? Gabriel? Certainly not one of the lower ranking soldiers, they never were that clever. Or did the Winchesters finally manage to get their hands on something effective?

[She pulls back, toying with a rose in the garden that she is inhabiting for now.]

Everything is ordained and destiny can't be shaken off so easily. Lucifer was meant to win this fight and I will help him do that.


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