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[The sudden appearance of the glimmering tears everywhere interests Meg enough for her to set out on an impromptu exploration excursion, and she's got the bright idea to document the whole thing for anyone else who might be curious and doesn't necessarily carry the benefit of being (relatively) immortal and giving absolutely zero fucks. When she fires up the feed, she greets Wonderland with all her usual grace and charm, flask in hand and a devious expression on her face. She's out in the gardens, a few feet in front of one of the rips in question. She takes a pull of whiskey and grins, producing a thoroughly unremarkable deck of playing cards from her back pocket. We'll call it divine inspiration, or something.]

Gotta say, I generally prefer my cards to just lay down and let me play with them, but that was quite the little song and dance number. Guess now it all makes sense... well, [She snorts] as much as this place ever does, anyway. Anyway, color me impressed. And curious... [She walks right up to the rift, moving her hand along its length just at its edge, not quite reaching in yet. Feeling. Reading its energy, or some shit. It was unsurprisingly totally foreign to her, as most things here tended to be. When she looks back to the camera, looking even more mischievous than before as she opens the deck of cards.] I can't be the only one. Let's see what happens, hmm?

[Meg pulls a random card out - the ten of spades, as it happens - and sends it spinning sideways into the rift. It disappears without any severe reaction, and she looks back to the camera, raising her brows. The five of hearts is next, then the queen of diamonds, the ace of clubs, and finally the king of spades. Slowly, purposefully, she watches, analyzing, but quickly grows bored.] Not a whole lot, huh? Kay...

[There's really not much that can be determined from the experiment, but that just fuels her curiosity. Without hesitation, she shoves the remaining cards back in her pocket and eases her hand in, up to the wrist. A few seconds in, she lets out a blood-curdling scream and yanks out her hand. She looks good and terrified for a beat, cradling her hand to her chest as though injured. And then, Meg being Meg, she cracks a smile and chuckles.] Just kidding. Doesn't feel like much of anything, really.

[Looking more determined now that she's had her laugh at the expense of anyone and everyone's nerves, Meg turns her attention back to the rift and peeks through, then climbs right on in. There's maybe a minute or so of radio silence, the transmission seemingly having ended - then the feed comes back to life, and Meg's boots come back into view, this time suddenly teetering dangerously close to the edge of the swimming pool. Muffled cursing can be heard as she she barely manages to rear back and catch her balance without falling in, and when the camera lands back on her face, the demon looks both confused and unimpressed with the whole rude experience. She casts a black-eyed glare over her shoulder at the shining rift, offended at its general existence and placement. But far more importantly--]

So that's the other side, huh? Might wanna steer clear of these things if you don't feel like falling out of the sky somewhere else.

[With that said, she lights a cigarette and huffs off toward the door, cutting the feed somewhere along the way. This has been a public service announcement from your friendly local demon. Play safe, kids?]
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[ Someone doesn't seem to realise he's being broadcast, instead he's happily plucking bottles of alcohol out of his closet. ]

And how many bottles of bourbon does it take to get Damon Salvatore drunk... [ Well, he's done worse than talk to himself, but what is probably more alarming is from where the camera is aimed at him, at least six bottles of Buffalo Trace Kentucky Bourbon can be seen.

It's probably a good thing he's doing something other than annoy Evie on the beach... Because really, that's all he was doing. At one point he even threw a towel down and said he was working on his tan...

When he turns around with a seventh bottle, he seems to notice that his phone's recording him.

For anyone curious, the answer is at least seven.
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[ 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. )
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[Castiel isn't one to make use of the network unless he has good reason for it, but this falls squarely into that category. When the feed starts up, he's seated in the music room, which is one of the only areas in the mansion he could find that has an empty seat and isn't affected by one of the residual events.

He clearly isn't there to play the piano, though. He's got his phone pointed at his face and his expression is nothing short of grim. It's been a trying past few days.]

I've conferred with someone else about this and it looks to be a plague that's affected a number of us. I have memories that don't belong to me.

[There's already been some yelling about it over the network, whereas Castiel is much more controlled. He wants this fixed, if that's even possible.]

I may be able to put them back where they belong, if I can find their owner.

[At that point, he lifts up a piece of paper where he's sketched out some patterns from memory.] Does anyone here have tattoos that look like this, along their chest, arms, and back? [There's so much more he could say -- about being the Chosen One, or knowing the archangels Michael and Gabriel, but he would rather not air this mystery person's dirty laundry on the network for everyone to hear. Hopefully the mention of tattoos will be enough to grab someone's attention.

He lowers the paper.]
And... if anyone has memories of being an angel, we may need to talk. [He would also rather not go into any further detail about what he's missing. It's hard to, when he only knows the very basics of what he's lost.]

One last warning: stay out of Dean Winchester's way. He's still dangerous.

[Castiel reaches forward for his phone and the feed cuts.]
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[ Boom. And just like that, as if he'd been asleep the whole time, Sam wakes up. It's a startling moment from death to life, though it's happened so many times now that he should be used to it. The younger Winchester takes a full twenty minutes to gather his bearings, flex his fingers, put a hand to his head where he feels a dull throbbing. Then, once he can get to his feet, he realizes he's been lying on his own bed, covered in blood (his own, probably) for some time. So he'd like to shower, get on fresh clothes, take another long period of staring at himself in the mirror, only faintly able to recall what it felt like to have his head beaten in by his own brother.

All he does, though, is slip the devil's trap handcuffs into his pockets, does a few stretches for the sake of doing something with his (living) body, and then pull up the network. ]

What the hell happened to my room?

[ It's a friggin' nightmare. It matched his corpse well enough, he guesses, but Sam isn't exactly in the mood for that kind of humor at the moment. ]

Oh, yeah. I'm alive. In one piece and everything. [ Tone: flat. Tired. ] And if you haven't figured it out yet, Dean's a demon, and he's probably trying to either kill or sleep with you, if you're talking to him. Or both. So don't do that.

[ Tone: flat. Tired. Very tired. ]

My room's, uh. Not my room, so I'll be mobile, but I've got holy water for people who want to piss him off. Generally I'd advise against, though, since he's pretty damn strong and is really into bashing people's heads in. Normal weapons don't do anything against demons, so, again, just avoid him like the plague. Which he basically is, right now.

[ ... ]

... Uh. Sorry to anyone who had to see me the other day. Like that.
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[ Jack doesn't know where he is.

This would be much more alarming if it didn't happen on a semi-regular basis.

Last he remembers, he was standing on a dock in Tortuga, watching Hector Barbossa sail away with his ship for the third time, that bastard. But between one blink and the other, he was suddenly standing in the middle of some hedge maze with no idea how he got here.

It doesn't take him long to navigate his way out of the maze and to begin taking a look at his surroundings. He spends some time walking along the boundaries of he mansion, from the gardens to the docks to the pool before navigating the mansion itself. He ends up in a kitchen -- more specifically, the kitchen cabinets.

When the feed starts, Jack is standing at counter, with around twenty or more bottles of rum piled up next to him. If you're assuming he opened the cabinet, took out a bottle of rum, closed it, opened it, found another bottle, over and over and over again, you would be correct.

This's some sorta witchcraft, aye? Magic. Voodoo. [ His eyes grow wide before he narrows them. ] It ain't gonna be poisoned if I drink it, is it?

Or cursed? [ He frowns. He's had quite enough of curses for one lifetime. ] I don't like curses.

[ Or! Feel free to slam into him while he's wandering around the mansion. Anywhere and everywhere is free game. ]
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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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[The camera focuses on an amused looking Eames, who is standing in a hallway, looking over both of his shoulders at the mirrors behind him. He opens his mouth to say something, censors himself, then tries again.]

I’ve never been one to mind mirrors, but this might be a bit much, even for me. Is this the work of someone with uncontrollable vanity or is the wallpaper really so terrible?

[He would have thought he was dreaming, but his totem was shockingly real in his hands. He had ruled out kidnapping seeing as how there had been no one to gloat about his predicament when he had awoken nor did he believe he had managed to be killed and sent to some weird after life. But he wasn’t ruling out that this was some sort of elaborate prank. Whatever the case, the reasoning would sort itself out and until then he was going to enjoy the free food and board.

Then, having made his decision, he shrugged, smiling faintly at the camera.

Well, I won’t kick up too much of a fuss if there’s a decent drink in this place.


So far I've seen a fair share of the interesting aspects of this place, but I'd rather not experience the bad. Any words of warning? Other than standing too close to the closet and thinking of pole vault poles. Got me square in the gut, that.
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[ Hannibal does not make himself known on the network right away. He instead explores, reading what he can and figuring out exactly where he is. Wonderland. He's not above believing in what was once thought impossible, so long all the evidence fits. God works in mysterious, cruel ways after all, and Hannibal takes it in stride. He takes a day to officially announce his arrival. Making a move on the board without knowing what game you’re playing is be naive at best, but more likely just plain stupid. His device is comfortable enough in his hand, like the familiar shape of his ipad, and he’s already scrolled through, until he found he understood the situation well enough. Only then, after learning what he could and checking his person suit in the mirror does he show himself. It’s a video, and Hannibal is the model of concerned professionalism. ]

Good evening, my name is Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and it seems that I’m what you might call a new arrival. I’ve combed through the archives and believe that I have a good understanding of the situation at hand. While I do find it terribly rude that I have been torn from my home without the courtesy of an invitation, one can hardly expect such a formality from any higher power.

[ Not that he considers himself to be lesser in any way, but it’s curious, and he keeps the thought to himself, as he does so many others. He then pauses for a moment with his tongue to the roof of his mouth, choosing his words, before continuing. ]

It seems that I’m not alone in being pulled from my world into this one, so I find myself somewhat obligated by my profession to provide you all with a warning. There is a man here now, another new arrival, by the name of Will Graham. While I do consider him to be a friend and a good man, he has a history of mental instability and is currently on trial for multiple murders. I would suggest exercising caution in his presence and referring to me should you have any questions or concerns.

[Do you see that waters of being genuinely concerned in his eyes? Good. ]
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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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[The feed cuts into a young woman with a pleased expression her face, her manner confident and excited, though subtle beneath her calm visage.]

Well, this is certainly unexpected...I must commend those who managed this, I am not accustomed to being caught off guard, but I do love surprises.

[She leans back, exposing her location - The gardens. She pulls up a water lily, giving it a smell before returning her attention to her audience.]

I trust there is someone within this...strange and...frightening place to assist a lady in need?
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[ If anyone has a hope that this video is full of help and advice, they are to be sorely disappointed.

Instead, they get one Meg looking into the camera, the sounds of troubled horses in the background very distinct. Not exactly a prime spot to be locked down in, but then again she's never truly locked down - she has the ability to teleport, to zap her way all over the place in the blink of an eye. That's just too easy, though.

And much less fun than bothering her fellow prisoner of the stables.

Anyone feel like tossing a bottle of tequila or maybe a pack of menthols my way? [ She looks entirely too amused for someone stuck with a couple of horses and a broody vampire, but what can she say. She's easily amused. ] I'll take a page out of Smokey the Bear's book and keep the fires to a minimum, cross my heart.

[ And she turns to look behind her before smirking, facing the camera again. ]

And if anyone's got some extra blood, throw it our way. I think my vampire pal might be feeling a teeny bit hungry.

[ Meg's the best kind of friend there is, it's true. And she ends the feed without further ado, settling back to see if anyone's willing to give in to her demands. Especially the one for blood, she might even give a prize for that one. ]
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[ The feed begins on the face of a young woman who has a vaguely amused smirk on her face, but it's difficult to place how genuine it is. She leans back in her seat and raises a brow. ]

Well, Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. Funny, I must have hopped the wrong tornado.

[ Except she's clearly not laughing. But what she says next does seem to strike her as more entertaining. ]

Looks like the house fell on a couple of people with all the Munchkins running around on a witch hunt.

[ Oh yes, she did skim the network. ]

But I don't do musicals so I'm not gonna sit around 'til the next number, wasting my valuable time chasing my tail at a luxury resort in the Twilight Zone. Might be a stretch to just click my heels together and get whisked back to Kansas. So when's the next twister out of here?

α. voice

Feb. 17th, 2014 01:17 pm
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[ Derek doesn't do the network. He just doesn't. Replying to others is just as rare as his own posts are, but when he comes to and it takes him a long time to realize where the hell he is, what happened, he's a little more inclined to speak up.

Well, when the panic subsides and he can rein himself in again.

He sees Angel's post. Sees all the others on the network. But there's no sign whatsoever that Harry, or Tom, or whoever is responsible for the deaths in the mansion, has been found. And that sets him into motion, slowly navigating his way through the maze Wonderland has seen fit to dump him in.

Just another day down the rabbit hole.

How many people have been attacked so far? [ Being dead for two days is enough to throw anyone out of the loop. ] Was it only-- [ There's a pause as he works his jaw. ]

Was it only Tom or Harry or whoever attacking people? [ Not Remus, not another wolf. He has to be sure. ] And is there an actual attempt going to find him beyond the call for a witch hunt?

private cut )
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I need everyone to listen closely.

[It's unusual for Angel to show his face on the network, especially if it comes to leaving a message of his own. He'll reply to people here and there, but largely, he doesn't think it's worth the effort -- phones being the invention of a bored warlock and all.

But this is different. This is urgent, and it's written all over his face, his jaw squared and his mouth set in a hard line, tense.]

Your pal Tom that started warning people over the network, apologizing for this creep from his world? Don't trust him. In fact, stay as far away from him as you can -- lock yourselves in, do whatever you have to do, but do it immediately. He's the one responsible for these murders.

[He hadn't been sure at first. He'd smelled the blood of more than one of the victims on Tom when they'd gone to investigate one of the more recent crime scenes together, but it hadn't been enough to go on -- Tom could have just gone to two or three different sites to help handle the aftermath and picked it up that way -- but then Angel himself had gone to each and every point of discovery. Every one.

And at each one, he caught the same scent. None of them belonged to this 'Harry Warden,' but each and every trail lead back to the same place.

He hadn't wanted to believe it at first, thought he had to have been mistaken, but his senses had never lead him wrong before now. People were surprising where demons and other vampires were predictable. Angel expected better from humans, admired humanity for what it was -- there were always bad apples, but even after two and a half centuries, he wasn't used to them coming in mild-mannered packages like Tom Hanniger.

Just goes to show. And yet, something about it still didn't sit right with him, like it couldn't possibly be as cut and dry as Tom lying, but there's no time for him to try and pick that apart now. What matters is keeping people away from him, getting Tom contained somehow and keeping him from doing any more harm than he already has.]

Every one of these crimes leads back to him. There is no Harry Warden, that story is nothing but a decoy.

Do not try to go after him on your own. He might be human, but that means he's unpredictable-- this guys is killing like he's got nothing to lose. Get yourselves somewhere safe, each and every one of you. Arm yourselves if you have to, just in case.

This will be over soon. I promise.

[He plans to see to that personally.]
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[Whodunnits aren't really Peter's leisure activity of choice. Who's committed a crime and why aren't as interesting as what a person will do to overcome a challenge. Slapdash, violent, gleeful murder… it's a bit much. And rather hard to ignore after the first few bodies start appearing and the horrified reactions start buzzing amongst the people.]

Lock your doors and shutter your windows, it looks like we're in for a nasty storm.

[Only Peter's boyish voice can be heard; there's no indication of where he might be, or what he might be doing. Maybe he's taking his own advice on this one.]

If you don't, be careful who you come across in the halls. Or what you might find.

| private message to Emma Swan and Regina Mills |

I expect you'll be keeping a better eye on Henry this time. Don't wander off and lose your hearts. Someone taking them without magic makes an impressive mess.
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Avidas... whoever the fuck is hearing this. The mage who made this runestone has got interesting taste. Whatever. Whoever the hell you are, I've already got one. I'm good. Unless this is a new one from you, Mother. Please don't be Mother.

If by any chance this is Betty, Dee, or Violet... Where in this gods forsaken shithole are you? I woke up in this mansion so the dickbag who brought me here without permission is one, an elf-napping asshole and two, rich as fuck. I'm not saying we should loot the place, but we should totally loot the fuck out of this place.

But seriously, how the fuck did this happen? I'm used to being hung over as hell when I wake up somewhere I don't recognize. Betty didn't put magic 'shrooms in my stir-fry again, did she?

01 | video

Dec. 10th, 2013 09:30 pm
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[ The video settles on a girl in a blue dress, long red hair pulled around the front of her, and a displeased expression on her face. Her name is Lydia Martin and she isn't happy. She is also rather confused but she's trying to mask that, and go for pissed off. It's 80% working, but it's 100% in her voice when she speaks ]

This isn't the birthday present that I hoped for.

[ Yes, she's also a little bit of a brat. Or is giving that impression too. Priorities, she has them. She was having a party and she'd like to get back to it ]

And if it's a joke then I'm certainly not laughing, and I won't. So Stiles- [ Yes, she did use your name ] if this is your idea of funny then it's not. My party was fine, and I'd like to get back to it.

[ And there's a pause, one in which Lydia is clearly expecting a response ]

Now. I am not sitting around in this dump waiting.

[ She is referring to the mansion, because for the size of it she's not so impressed right now, but that might just be the kidnapping talking ]
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[ Hi, hello, hey there Wonderhomies, what's up? Just your friendly resident secret werewolf brotatochip Isaac here. Despite the lack of an event, he looks pretty bad and if it weren't for the fact that he's a werewolf the bags under his eyes would probably look worse. Someone hasn't been getting enough sleep. But enough of that drab talk -- let's get to the good stuff! Arched eyebrows are knitted together as if he's thinking or confused. ]

So - uh - ... Angels and demons? [ That sure sounds like a question. But he's well aware they're a thing, and he's actually kinda fond of one of the winged dicks residents. Because apparently the werewolf is having trouble with the fact that there are other supernatural creatures in existence. After Jackson he should really expect anything though.

He wouldn't mention the fact if he didn't know that more than one resident seemed to know what Castiel was. Still, it's so bizarre to him, and when he first mentioned it to Derek he seemed a bit weirded out too.

That's it, that's the network post: hello this is wolf, how about them angels and demons? ]


Dec. 6th, 2013 01:27 pm
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[Hi Wonderland, him again. Tom is sitting back a few feet leaning into the camera. It's a tight frame but you can see the strap of his sling still present over his left shoulder, right arm securely nestled in it's little hammock. Contrary to the oddly cheery, community building posts he seems to be known for, this is about information. Someone just got a little clued in and he wants to know more. And since everyone talks over these god damn things it's the best place to start. No beating around the bush.]

Who has been in Wonderland the longest? I mean, who knows the most about it, who are the experts?

I'd like to ask you a few things.

[He hesitates for a moment, clenching his jaw and looks as though he's about to speak again but decides to leave it save for a short nod and a-]

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[He debates how to send the message for a few hours, and then whether he wants to at all. Tough call. Stay quiet and let the people who know you in Wonderland wonder if you've lost your mind, or put yourself out there and make them seriously question it?

In the end, Adam figures there's got to be weirder stuff out there than just what he's seen and experienced. At least in this place.]

Anyone else seen a dragon around? Big black thing with wings that can understand what you're saying?

Where does it live around here?

[Color him curious.]
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[IS THIS THING ON? First actual network post is go, here's to hoping it doesn't broadcast into the ether!

Jesse's face pops up on the feed, and if he looks a little worn out, the reason will be clear soon enough. He looks to be in decent spirits, though, cigarette in hand-- no Debbie Downer here!]

Uh, yo. [Great start! Nailed it.] So I don't know how many smokers we got here, but it's getting mad cold up there on the roof and we got all these empty rooms so I figured yo, why not make 'em work, like--  [VAGUE HAND WAVE.] -like a lounge or whatever.

[A beat, and then:]

I, uh-- I guess I got kinda carried away... [He turns his head and pulls the camera back to reveal a tastefully decorated lounge area, complete with a number of small tables all housing giant ornate hookahs and a bunch of oversized couches with a range of extremely cozy looking pillows.Fucking VIP.

How did such a scrawny dude move all that stuff around? Who cares, it's awesome and that's all that matters.]
Whatever. This's Wonderland, you can't do Wonderland without hookahs. And since the caterpillar's like majorly slacking in the pipe department I figured somebody's gotta hook it up.

[There's a stereo, too, but he doesn't really need to say anything about that- it's loud enough that anyone watching will undoubtedly be able to hear the sick tunes he's got playing. Is it anything resembling the right genre for the atmosphere?  Of course not, but Jesse gives zero fucks about that.  AND THAT SOUND QUALITY. You're welcome.  

He turns back to grin at the camera.]

So come smoke it up, bitches! Eighth floor, yo, open for business free of charge. No cover.

[Aaaand he cuts the feed there. Time to try these suckers out... For quality control purposes, you understand.  He'll be around for a while, though once his lungs get tired of the abuse he'll probably be stretched out on one of those couches and cranking that dope sound system way, way up.]
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[Jo looks panicked when she addresses the network, though it's that very forcibly restrained sort of panic that she's known for displaying in stressful situations. She learned a long time ago that fear is not necessarily a bad thing; it keeps you sharp, and sometimes it's smart to be scared -- like now. So long as you don't let it get the better of you, fear can be used to your advantage. She's not expecting any opportunities to weaponize it during this particular event, but it has given her the presence of mind to wrestle back control from her mirror long enough to put out a warning.]

I probably don't have a lot of time, but if you see me, turn in the other direction immediately. Get behind closed doors, line the door and any windows with salt, throw holy water at me, whatever you have to do. I'm fighting her as hard as I can, but I can't keep her back forever. Whatever you do, avoid--

[She stops suddenly, any and all trace of panic or distress ebbing away as though they'd never been there in the first place. Instead, she smiles, slow and menacing while at the same time just a little too cheerful and self-satisfied.]

Awfully rude, isn't she? Don't pay attention to her. I promise, I'm more fun than she'll ever be.

[[OOC: Replies will come from [personal profile] lightgunhustler and [personal profile] stayedhome! This post will be serving as a catch-all for Jo for the event. Whether video or action, please specify if you'd like regular or mirror Jo! For action, she is available to be encountered anywhere in the mansion or grounds on anytime between now and the end of the event, just let me know when and where you want to run into her if you do.]]
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I. First Contact

[The thing with the mirrors is really freaking Annie out. The whole "writing frantically on the glass and then just disappearing" spiel is just....really weird. Even for this place. She'd even pulled the blanket off the mirror in her room to make sure that she was actually gone. Can they be gone? Can mirrors just evaporate like that? Without a word or-- or anything???!?! And the plants... just... breaking through the walls like that. Creepy. A whole different level of creepy.

If it were up to her, Annie would stay in her room forever, hiding from whatever this was. She can handle chess matches, things falling from the sky, being stuck in a mine for five days, and she can even handle getting killed by invisible demon dogs, but potentially murderous plants?? Mirrors disappearing? It's a little too much, and she's starting to reach her breaking point.

But she still needs to eat, and she doesn't want anything the closet can give her, so she makes the trek to the kitchen, armed with an axe pulled out of the closet, in case of any funny business.

II. Snatched

[The encounter with the vine leaves her shaky. It'd come out of nowhere and wrapped around her leg, pulled her down and while she hacked it off easily enough, she still feels queasy. Right after she'd cut the plant off, though, just for a few seconds, she felt-- indescribable, almost. Like she wasn't even in control of her own body. Like she was there, and watching someone else run things. But then it was gone, and she was left with a sick feeling in her stomach. Adrenaline rush, maybe? She's not sure. Also, her leg hurts. She's queasy and her leg hurts, because the root wrapped around it so tightly that it left a welt that's red and stinging.

She's hobbling to the clinic when it happens again. The feeling like she's been pushed out of the way and someone else is controlling her. She stops in the middle of the hallway. Or, she thinks she does, but no, she's still walking. What's happening??

I'm in control now, sweetie. That's what's happening.

[Mirror Annie's been waiting a long time for this. A chance to finally get back at her real for everything she'd done back in their world. The other timeline. The "perfect" timeline. Pft, whatever. Perfection is the ability to take what you need with no regrets. Mirror Annie can do that. She does it all the time. Like right now.

She fixes her face into a typical "ow I'm a hurt princess someone help me" expression that her real always has and keeps on her way to the clinic, ignoring the protests in the back of her mind. It's her turn.

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[The explosions sends her flying backwards and her head cracks against a wall that sends sparks dancing in front of her eyes.

Rolling, Ellen pushes herself up. The phone next to her chirps and she grabs it, unwittingly turning on the video function. There's nails in her body and bruises blossoming along her skin. Scrapes and gashes seep blood. The first breath hurts and gouges into her lungs.]

So much for Paradise.

[She forces herself into a sitting position and notices the phone.]

Great, cell service in Heaven. Damn I could use a drink.

[The second deep breath hurts just as much as the first. Damn, isn't there supposed to be a happily ever after? This sucks.]

Cas, just so you know, Heaven sucks.
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[ Oh hi, Wonderland. You've got a demon with a mission on your screen right now. One with newly dyed brown hair! Not only that, but she looks like she's up to no good.

Not that it's much different than normal, but there's this knowing smirk on her face that does not bode well for anyone.

I'm on the hunt for someone. Maybe one of you can point me in his direction. [ She's in her room, just hanging out and doing what demons do in their bored time - which is harass people. She's witnessed some interesting things around the mansion these past few weeks, and she wants to get to the bottom of it all.

Part of it's pure curiosity, and a larger part is for purposes. Ones that relate to possible harassment and (not physical she swears!) torture of a person or three who live right there in the mansion.

Can't give you a picture, but he's hard to miss. Standing about six feet tall, looks a lot like a certain Dean Winchester we've got running around these halls. [ There's a pause, and her right eyebrow hitches up just the slightest. ] He dresses a little less like a lumberjack, so it should be easy to tell them apart.

[ She'll wiggle her fingers at the screen in goodbye and shut off the video. Now it's just a matter of sitting back and letting Mystery Dean Twin come to her. ]
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[ The video shows a curly haired teenager looking far far more healthy and... not drugged looking than the last time he'd popped up on the network. Yeah, so this time he's not chock full of wolfsbane, but he's not even going to address that. There's also a little orange tabby on his shoulder, claws sunk into his coat for purchase. Thanks to one Cecil Baldwin the werewolf has a kitten.

He's not the most social, sort of an introvert unless he's familiar with who he's talking to. So he hasn't really gotten to know many of the people in Wonderland. He's not stationary, no, he's been wondering around Wonderland trying to get a feel for the place. Walking and talking, well, at least he's sort of kind of good at multitasking... He hasn't run into anything yet. ]

Do you ever stop and think like, "what if I'm actually in a coma right now and this is all a weird dream?"

[ Some real deep thinking going on obviously. But he's sort of bored, wondering around Wonderland wasn't actually all as interesting as he'd expected. He should have asked Scott or Allison to join him... But oh well. ]

Because I'm really starting to get that feeling from this place.
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[ A red-haired woman appears on the screen, eyes wide with alarm. ]

Hi, so... I'm not really used to this whole Alice in Wonderland scene, but... curiouser and curiouser! Heh --

[ She laughs, but judging from the way she averts her eyes and scratches along the part of her hair, she's at a loss for words and with good and predictable reason. The smile soon dies off Charlie's face, but it tries hard to stay on there! ]

I don't suppose there's someone out there who can fill a girl in on what's going on? Preferably someone without 'queen' or 'mad hatter' in their job description?
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[ Isaac is lost. That isn't a figure of speech, well, okay, he's lost both figuratively and literally but he's a little too dazed to be bothered by it. Pale bare feet take a few steps, the grass not seeming to bother him at all. The device he's found is gripped loosely in his hands and he stares at it, a bit slow to the intake it seems. Pupils blown wide, leaving only slivers of ice blue to circle them. This is wrong, he can tell that much, even if he does feel... Strange. The staring continues before he wets his lips, brings his gaze away from the device, and speaks. ]

Boyd? [ He says instead of 'Where am I?' Were he in his right of mind, he probably would ask that first. Boyd was there with him a moment ago, he's sure of it... But he's not -- there is wolfsbane running through his veins, messing up his perception, making his brain feel as heavy as lead and feel wrong... Not that he's really aware enough to tell. To him, it's normal right now. This is normal. This is life and it's not getting any better, only more confusing. His blue gaze traverses his surroundings, a maze? ]

What happened to the Motel?

[ He turns his attention to the device again, questioningly, as if it holds some answer. Then he calls for the first person that comes to his mind. ] Scott? [ Feet start moving again, taking him even further into the unknown. He's still trying to make sense of what has happened. He seems to be cognizant enough to know there is someone else listening to him on the other end of the device... Or perhaps he just isn't able to filter his thoughts right now. It doesn't occur to the werewolf that he probably should not be wondering around when he has no idea where he is... ]

...Where am I?

[ If you do happen to try to find him, he's probably just going to wonder off, but good luck. ]


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