Sep. 22nd, 2016 09:13 pm
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[Mary had been looking over some of the books in the library. Most of which are after her time and are...confusing to say the least.]

I knew books would be different that what I read, but these are so strange. Romances with monsters, books filled with gore and murder...

Reading should be an escape from the horrors that fill our worlds and yet these books seem to be in abundance.

[Shaking her head, she sets a book on the table.]

Times change so damn much.


Sep. 22nd, 2016 11:20 am
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[He has found himself in the library, again, as he often does and those who are regular visitors to the place might have noticed his peculiar habit of apparently not sleeping. Instead, Regis spends much of his time poring over books both familiar and not so, and it has led him to several interesting avenues of research.

That, in part, is why he now addresses the mansion population. Often forgetting that he has the ability to use it, much of the network goings on pass him by, but he certainly isn't about to forego its usefulness when it comes to gaining a wide variety of views and opinions all at once.

Even where I came here from, people often do not believe things before seeing them with their own eyes - monsters, magic - though those things exist daily in the world around them. If they do believe.. there are often... problematic misconceptions.

[He smiles. It's small and quick and doesn't show his teeth.]

If you come from a world with magic, how does it manifest itself? What creatures do you commonly see? If you do not.. does it exist in your world's various mythoi as something which gives some level of meaning to different cultures?

[And he wonders, too, just what kinds of things could be brought forth from other worlds should magic exist in them. Simply knowing what might come from his own makes him fear for the people here.]

Do forgive the questioning.. but one begins to pick up interesting hobbies in a place like this.
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[The feed opens up with a low chuckle, revealing a man wearing a strange frog shaped mask. He seems remarkably calm for someone who wound up in another world, but hey. Day in the life of an NPC.]

Ah ah ah. Being ahead of the protagonist is par for the course for me, but another world is quite a difference. Perhaps a little to far down the rabbit hole, dear Puppeteer.

[Nobody answers Zacharie's question but he doesn't seem put off by it. In fact, for those who are observant, he's completely alone. Talking to himself, maybe?]

But nevertheless I will keep the introductions short and instead offer my services. More action and less questions, after all. I'm Zacharie, the traditional item merchant in every video game. I sell quite a number of useful items so feel free to browse and I will be happy to explain anything you need.

[And judging by his list an explanation or two are probably necessary!]


Sep. 16th, 2016 08:35 am
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Recently I realized I've been here over a year now. At least, I think so. With the way Wonderland alters our memories, it's hard to be absolutely sure about anything.

This time last year, I was supposed to be going to my new school. It was supposed to cultivate my talent as a nurse and make me become even better at nursing. It was supposed to make me a better person.

So I guess what I'm asking is, what do you think it takes to make someone 'better' than they are? 
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[Damon is not happy, and definitely not drunk enough for this. At first, he assumed he'd been hallucinating, on some trip after drinking bad blood. However, he has been roaming Wonderland for hours on this bright and early morning, while everyone else was likely asleep. He’s poked his head in where it doesn’t belong, waiting for the hallucination to fade. Spoilers: it doesn’t. He finally studies the communication device, accepting that this is either one very long dream or he’s actually here. Somehow. He’s on the main floor, pressed up against the marble pillar, staring up at the ceiling. It takes minimal effort to skim through previous entries before he switches to video.]

Question #1, for the masses: How drunk do you have to be for this place to start making sense? Because I’m starting to think this poor, lonely bottle's not gonna cut it. [Damon looks to the bottle in his hand with a little sigh, tapping his fingers on its surface.] Looks like we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.

[He takes a long drink, swallows, and sends the camera a slow but absolutely charming smirk:]

Question #2: what’s the one thing you wish someone had told you on your first day in the merry old Land of Wonder, but failed to?

[Damon points a finger at the camera with the hand that's still partly wound around the bottle] And go. Best answers get a pony.
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[When the camera pans around at first all you see is jeans and boots before he's got it up and focused on his face. Dean flashes the receiver an unimpressed look, whatever this was he didn't want to be in on the joke.]

As far as abduction sequences go, the digs are nice. I'll give you that. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but I so don't do Stockholm.

[Zachariah might want him to sign up and put his body on layaway for the apocalypse but he didn't have any plans to go belly up. As far as he was concerned, there was still a shot, and he'd only consent to Michael if he didn't have any other choice. He was a lot of things, but letting someone else do his dirty work wasn't his style.]

Whatever sick twisted things you had planned, I don't go that way. ...No matter what you've heard.

[Dean takes a minute to scratch the side of his cheek, and then sets his jaw and squares his shoulders. The usual off-the-cuff sarcasm is still as confident as ever, but he's over the showmanship. Broadcasting wasn't his bag.]

And anybody else that wants to feed me another line of crap about mirrors and royalty, don't waste your time. The creep I'm looking for has Fifty Shades of Douche written all over him.


Jun. 6th, 2016 08:26 pm
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[Mary had a pie sitting on the table in front of her. When she was stressed, she was just how things were. Sitting heavily in a chair, she pushed her hair back, smear of flour on her face. She knew she had to talk to John, maybe Pie would make things easier.]

I uh...I made a couple of pies, feel free to help yourself. I just needed to relieve some stress and it usually comes in the form of baked goods.

[Leaning her head on her hand, she frowned slightly.]

John, I don't know how to call you directly, but can we talk? I know you're probably busy, but this is important and can't really wait.


Jun. 6th, 2016 12:47 pm
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Now, I get what you were going for here, but I must say, it’s just not working for me at all. Where’s the music? The entertainment? The escapism? Most people go to a bar to get away from their problems and the mediocrity of their lives, not to be surrounded by another place as equally drab and boring!

[Lucifer is clearly at the bar, and while it’s likely quite lovely and fine, this is The Devil we’re talking about. He’s not satisfied with much that he doesn’t do himself.]

This won’t do at all! Do you even have anyone hooking up in this bar or does everyone walk back to their rooms sad, alone and feeling sorry for themselves? It’s pathetic, really.

[He suddenly appears as if he’s had a revelation of sorts, though honestly he probably started this knowing exactly where he was taking it.]

Never fear, citizens of Wonderland. I’ll make sure you’re all able to partake in some real debauchery very soon.


Apr. 26th, 2016 02:50 pm
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Hey, Wonderland. Henry Mills here. And I wanted to keep a running tally of all the monsters or villains that you know of from your world that could come here. And then note whether or not they have been here.

I'll need people's help since I've only been here a year and a half, and I'm not sure what was here before me. So, I'll go start:

  • Ice queens (but only evil ones) - One named Ingrid was here but left.
  • Dark One (any form)
  • Ogres
  • Peter Pan - he was here and left a while ago
  • Curses (any type, usually there are a lot of clouds that build up before hand)
  • Poison apples/spindles/pointy things
  • Dragons (but not all of them are bad so you have to be careful)
  • Cruella de Vil
  • Zelena (she's here. Hi, Zelena. Sorry you're on this list.)
  • Flying monkeys (but they're actually people so...I'm not sure what to do about that?)
  • King Arthur
  • Trolls
  • Mermaids (but NOT Ariel.)

  • There's probably more, anyone from home can add to this. But yeah, it just might be good to know what to be aware of?
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    [The Twins appear on the network, completely ready for whatever they're about to announce.

    Functional yet fashionable.]

    You might want to start preparing, lovelies.

    Right away. If you wait, you won't be pleased with the outcome.

    [Tweedledum turns to adjust her sister's gas mask. Tweedledee tries to shoo her away, but it doesn't really help any, and Tweedledum hovers around her as she talks, fussing..]

    It might be a while before you can find what you need again. There might even be rioting in the streets--

    There aren't any streets.

    --Though you probably won't have time with all the running and hiding you'll be doing.


    ( text )

    Apr. 13th, 2016 10:26 am
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    I need a few people who can dedicate about three hours of their time daily and are interested in learning anything from basic data analysis to mechanical engineering to anything related to the cosmic sciences.

    In short: if you’re good with your hands or good at recognizing patterns and you’d like to put those skills to use, we can help each other.

    And obviously you’re more than welcome to work more than that and are exempt from working during events.

    Thank you.

    -Dr Jane Foster

    Video; 002

    Apr. 10th, 2016 07:24 pm
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    [Mary had clearly figured out how closets work and traded in her gown for some real clothes. She was bored though tired of just reading books in the library. John didn't want her exploring alone, but she was wanting to look around more.]

    Hey, I was just wondering if anyone wanted to give me a tour. I want to explore the house some and don't know where to really start.

    [John wouldn't be happy about this, but he had to realize she wasn't his kid. She could handle herself.]

    In addition, I want something to do regularly, something to keep me busy. Does anyone have any ideas?


    Apr. 5th, 2016 11:11 pm
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    Alright, how many of us got roped into taking care of a cat?

    [Us, because there's a sweet little kitten climbing up her arm. Black fur, bright eyes, and an obvious talent for clinging to her new owner. The cat seemed familiar in a way Emma couldn't walk away from. Maybe it was because she needed a home, maybe it was because she's clearly a troublemaker covered in fluff.

    Only time will tell whether or not it was a good idea. She's still wondering how Henry's dog will respond to her, and whether or not this is going to be the disaster Emma thinks it could be.

    The sad eyes got to her; the truth is, they work every time.]

    And what did you name it?
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    [Have you seen the inside of the therapy office before Wonderland? Because you're getting a good shot of it now, featuring the owner of this particular room.]

    Good morning, Wonderland. Since it's been awhile, and we're just coming off the heels of a rather chaotic event, I thought i'd introduce myself. My name is Cami O'Connell, and I am the therapist in residence here in Wonderland. An officially licensed therapist at that, thanks to a trip home a couple of months ago.

    [She's got a degree and everything now. Clearly she's a force to be watched out for.]

    For those of you unfamiliar with the concept of psychological therapy, the idea is to work through mental issues in order to help alleviate or lessen their effects. This could be anything, from a traumatic loss to guilt over something you've done, to trying to deal with whatever hell Wonderland has put you through. It's often a slow process that takes dedication and time, but one that can be immensely helpful if people are willing to see it through.

    [As so many people in Wonderland have failed to do. And that's half the reason why she's making this broadcast; too many people have been one-time visitors before they retreated into their own shells of denial.]

    Of course, therapy doesn't work for everyone; that's just a fact. But the problems you've got right now, the secret things you don't want to face because they're all just too much and you think that if you try they'll swallow you whole? They aren't going to go away if you just ignore them. They'll linger, and they'll fester, and then Wonderland will do what it always does by sparking some event that makes that trauma even worse.

    Trust me. I've been here long enough to see it, and to have it happen to me too.

    [She pauses then; hopefully she's gotten some people's attention with the speech this time.]

    One other benefit to the process is that it is entirely confidential. I will not divulge anything you tell me when you come to see me as a patient, unless you or someone else is at risk of harm. No one will even know you've talked to me at all.

    So if you're interested, if you think that there's the slightest chance that talking to someone may do you some good? Come by the office in room 20 on the sixth floor. If the door is closed, write your name on a piece of paper and slide it under the door, and I'll get in touch. Or you can respond to this broadcast, and we can arrange a time to meet.

    [She looks directly at the phone now, directly at the people watching this. Hopefully, it manages to reach them.]

    Wonderland is not an easy place to live in. And while you can learn how to shoot a gun or to defend yourself physically, the biggest toll it takes on all of us is an emotional and psychological one. So why not strengthen yourself there to?

    [A heartbeat longer, and Cami reaches to turn off the video. After that, it's just a matter of waiting for people to show up, or for her phone to ring.

    But while she does spend a good chunk of her day in the office, after certain replies she ends up fielding? By that evening Cami is more than happy to abandon talking to people in favor of hitting up the bar. Not that she'll reject anyone who tries to approach her there; it's just that the therapist is out for the evening, thanks, so please stop complaining about her life's work now so she can drink in peace.]
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    [Usually, Jo doesn't go out of her way to announce disappearances. Either someone beats her to it, or she'd rather deal with her feelings in private, but this one-- this one she can't let slip by unmarked.]

    Ellen Harvelle is gone.
    I just wanted to thank everyone who made her feel at home while she was here.
    She's a tough lady, but I know my mom appreciated it in her own way.
    I'll be taking over her shifts at the bar.
    Just thought people should know, in case they were looking for her.

    [It's simple and largely impersonal, but she doesn't know any other way to announce it without breaking down. Voice and video were out of the question, because she knows she wouldn't have been able to get through it without falling apart, but even so, she decides against hiding herself away for the rest of the day.

    Instead, she tries to focus her attention outwards, the way she always does when stressed or upset. During the afternoon, she can be found in the gym, aggressively working out her issues with one of the hanging bags or running herself to exhaustion on one of the treadmills-- or, when physical activity stops being distracting enough, she'll bury herself in cleaning despite the fact that the gym really doesn't need much looking after at the moment. At least once, she'll slow to a stop on the treadmill and lean against the handles, hiding her face against folded arms as she tries to collect herself.

    From evening onward, she'll be busying herself in the bar, reluctant to head back to her room just yet. She'll find ways to keep herself busy there, as well, and while she'll be doing what she can to keep herself focused and together, she's more reticent than usual, despite having an admittedly forced smile for everyone who happens to come through the door.]
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    [For the first few moments of the video, all that's visible is what looks like a little makeshift shooting range set up outside. It's the kind a kid who just got a BB gun for Christmas would set up, just a rail with some cans and bottle set up along it. Someone shoots down three bottles off the display, then John moves the camera to show his face. He looks like he hasn't slept in days and then got run over by a truck.]

    Okay, here's the deal. It's pretty obvious by now that this place is a goddamn death trap just waiting to snap. And too many people are showing up unprepared. [In his humble opinion.] So, I'm gonna be offering free shooting lessons to anyone under 18. If you're over 18, you gotta provide your own weapon, but I'll take you.

    [He's more worried about the kids, truth be told. Adults, they, but minors are...well. He's spent too long hunting to let kids just go on unprepared for things coming at them. It's not fair.]

    There's one catch. You gotta prove to me that you're not gonna be stupid enough to blast a hole in your own foot before you can hit a target.

    [That's fair, he thinks. He's not going to just put guns in kids' hands. Right away. Even Dean was seven before he let him shoot a real gun.]

    And bring your own bullets.

    Video; 001

    Mar. 14th, 2016 03:20 am
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    [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.
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    [Taps can be heard in the background, before and during the short message, as if the man is tapping his foot. They appear random, just an act of anxiety, but those who were trained to hear it may hear the specific rhythm of the military tap code; 1-4-1-5-1-1-3-3-4-3-1-1-3-2-4-2-1-5-3-5-3-4-4-2-4-4, that translates into d-e-a-n-s-a-m-r-e-p-o-r-t. The man's voice is low, raw, as if it hasn't been used in a long time - at least not for speaking.] 

    Who do I talk to about getting the rundown of this place. 


    May. 13th, 2013 10:17 pm
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    [personal profile] gavepermission
    [Mary hasn’t seen something quite like this before. It’s a journal, sure, but there’s a lot more to it than that. A video feed starts before she notices, so any viewer on the network will see her looking down at the journal, frowning, before she finally realizes that this is somehow recording her.]

    What is this…? [It’s said softly, mostly to herself. She then clears her throat and addresses the network, although she feels silly doing it.]

    I read the brochure. This place is Wonderland like the movie, huh? I don’t understand how I got here. Is there really no way out? I need to get back to Lawrence.

    [Happy Belated Mother's Day, boys.]


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