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[He was grinning ear to ear, nonplussed by his rather sudden arrival, and, yes -he had been in the shower-, but that was all water under the bridge. The hunter had landed in this new place, soaking wet and covered in irish springs soap suds, momentarily disoriented but quickly recovering. Luckily, he'd appeared in an empty bedroom, and when he’d opened the closet door in search of some clothes.. well, everything he’d needed had been right there. Garth hoped, since he didn’t know whose room this was, that they didn’t mind his borrowing their things, but honestly, he couldn’t walk around naked, now could he.

Later, someone would explain the closets to him, and he'd learn that those clothes hadn't actually belonged to anyone.

Now dressed, he brushes his hair out his eyes, and opens the door so he can stroll out into the hallway. It doesn’t take him long to find the lobby, or at least, what he thinks is the lobby, and he snatches a pamphlet up and flips it open.

Wonderland, huh. Now, that was something he hadn’t been expecting. Shrugging his shoulders, he turns to scope out the room, and eyes wide -he was pretty dang excited-, he takes it all in. He wasn’t thinking about what he was supposed to be doing, finding Kevin, or what the guys were expecting of him. Nope. He was too enthralled by the domed ceiling, and the candles, and how fancy this strange place was. But, as cool as everything was, he wasn’t stupid enough to stand around and wait for the other shoe to drop. Especially, if this was some sort of trick. Or spell.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, looking for anything useful, he'll find the device and quickly turn it on. He spends a few minutes fiddling with it before he gets the gist of it's purpose.]

Hey. Garth, here.

[The device is pointed downward, he knew which angle to hold it at as to not give everyone a less than striking view of himself, and he was smiling. Garth, for lack of a better word, was tickled.

He liked this place so far, it was just the right amount of strange for him, without crossing over into tooth fairy territory.]

I’m lookin’ for anyone that can fill me in on what’s going on.

[He pauses.] Ya’ know. Give me the lowdown.

[With that, he’ll stop again, only a little longer than the first time and he’ll purse his lips thoughtfully.] I’ll be in the lobby, ‘cuz that seems to be the main area of this place. Until then, amigos.

[ooc: He's in the main entrance right now, but can be contacted through video, text, or do action stuffs; can meet or be anywhere in Wonderland, as he'll be likely out exploring.]
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[Crowley is near a duck pond when the feed opens, complete with neon colored ducks paddling about in the background.]

Right, so, it seems the angel has gone missing again, like last time. He came back before, so I'm not particularly worried. [HA.] In any case, I figured that those of you who know him should know. Try to enjoy your time without the stuffier of our two librarians to the fullest.

Though I would actually say that Aziraphale's luck is incredible. Him missing out on an event and that. Although, I haven't yet figured out what this event entails yet...

[He trails off and looks thoughtfully at the ducks, who look expectantly back at him. He's silent for a moment, watching the ducks and fidgeting with something in his hand. Then he sighs.]

What's the matter with me? You'd think a demon would learn.

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[ when the feed opens on becky's face, it's obvious from her expression that she's trying to hold back her excitement about something. her grin seems to say she knows something that everyone else doesn't know — and, well, it's something everyone has probably been wondering about since tuesday. at least, the ones she'd subjected to being set up. she would have attempted to hide her identity as the person responsible for the blind dates for longer than a few days, but she's simply dying to know how they all went and the only way she can find out is if she outs herself. or she could just stalk everyone, but this way is much easier and much more direct. ]

Soooooo... [ the vowels fluctuate in a sing-song manner and she stares expectantly at the screen, brows raised. ] How was everyone's Tuesday? I'm dying to hear all about it.

[ yeah, she's really not trying for subtlety here. she might actually die from excitement at this point the way she's practically holding her breath. it's almost like she's saving it all in case she needs to let out a powerful fangirl screech... sadly, that probably won't happen. maybe next time, becky. ]
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Considering that it's obvious that not everyone is from the same type of place, and about half of everyone here didn't know about any kind of magic before getting here- ( It's okay, neither did she ) -it would be interesting to know exactly what there is, and what's possible in worlds. When things get brought here knowing about it first could be useful.

And before anyone asks, no- it's not going personal. I don't care whether you're part of any of the questions just what you already knew and what's possible. It's from a science perspective.

( Which she will tell you about if you actually ask because no many people care about Wonderland physics )

Where are you from?
When are you from?
Did you already know about:
    Supernatural creatures? ( e.g. nazi vampires )
    Other non-human things? ( e.g. gods )
    Resurrecting the dead?
    Reality altering?
    Alternate/pocket dimensions?
    Something 'unusual' not specified?
( Yes, half of that list is also magic related but specific can be very helpful )

So fill it out. And yes, giving examples would actually be helpful. Any questions?

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[The Cat is lying on its stomach, its paws aligned in front of it, looking like a tiny lion with a large grin.]

You are on an hypothetical journey. You come to a river.

[It raises a paw to cover its nose and very little of its smile, listing to one side as it gives a hissing laugh.]

Shishishishi, do you ford the river?

[Shaken by its own laughter, the Cat overbalances and rolls onto side.]

Shishishishishishi. Or perhaps float across?

[The Cat rolls onto its back and then onto its other side without pausing. It's smile is a little slow to follow, but it catches up after a second.]

So much to decide on and such a long journey ahead of you.

Shishishi. I hope you don't get cholera.
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[The feed pops on to show the scruffy man, hair slicked back, and wearing what appears to be a long hooded leather coat over a simple zip-up black cotton top.. His brows are knitted and lips pressed together with thought as he plays around with the strange little device. He tilts his head and slowly realizes the feed is on with a soft "whoops". His expression changes into something a little less focused and a little more friendly, brows raising as he slaps on a smile. Gabriel speaks with a mild English sounding accent.]

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

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

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

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

So then, I may as well introduce myself.

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

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

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


[Gabriel can be found wandering around the Mansion and checking everything out so you can find him just about anywhere if you'd like to run into him. He may be on the roof, or sitting comfortably in a chair, further fussing with his device, or perhaps you'll see him fly by over head? Either way, the Archangel will be attempting to orient himself to his new surroundings while waiting for replies.]
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[ Not all actions observable in Wonderland are of greater significance or entertainment value. Sometimes, such as is the case this morning at the greenhouse, one will simply observe a man with gloved hands uprooting a specimen or two from a bed of plants, before meticulously wrapping them in layers of cloth to carry away. Ah, gardening! What a delightful pastime! ]


[ Buckingham's wardrobe is no deviation from his usual design, indeed today it plays a small part only, as it is the sword in his hand which deserves special attention. Drawn and held in front of him for display he addresses the network with his intentions: ]

I never thought to ask before, but he-- [ The duke nods to a well-worn wooden dummy at the back of an otherwise empty room. ] --has rather exhausted his use for the day, yet I still... have a mind to spar.

[ He lifts his sword for show, before sheathing it swiftly, and addressing the camera with a wide smile. ]

A mobile opponent, I've not had that pleasure for too long. Perhaps someone would... care to join me? Eighty-five, on the tenth floor, to whomever it would suit today.


Aug. 11th, 2014 11:24 am
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[When the video flicks on, it's to a ruffled young man looking none the worse for wear. His hair is a bit mussed, and there's just a hint of desperation around him, as if William can barely believe his luck in finding other people.

Despite the fact that the young man looks like he's just rolled in from the desert, when he speaks it's with a clear voice. He's very obviously someone who talks to others for a living.]

You'll have to excuse me for asking things you may have heard quite a lot before. I haven't had the time to go over everything just yet and, well, it's all very confusing. No offense to this place of course. Just, are we forced to stay here, or is there an exit? Not that I mind either way it's just that it doesn't look like a prison, so I felt it would be better to ask than to jump to an assumption.

If there isn't an answer to that question, maybe... I mean I shouldn't really ask such things, but you all might not mind it but...[Actually gives a wan smile, rubbing the back of his head.] ...How is this place for religion? Don't answer that if you don't want to, I was just curious with...things....

[Hmm. Maybe he shouldn't have asked that.] I forgot to say, sorry for my manners, my name is William.
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[Crowley is talking fast, like he wants to get all of this out of the way as quickly as possible.]

Right, okay. Seems there's an event on and it looks to be one of mine--well, mine and Aziraphale's.

Since the lot of you seem to be mad enough to think oh, yes, of course we have always been sodding great angels and demons, all I can say is this--please do try not to bring on the Apocalypse this weekend. This isn't Earth, remember. No real need for mass destruction. They never wrote anything about Wonderland, understand?

On the off-chance that anyone out there hasn't, er, changed...I would advise you to keep your heads down. It'll be over soon enough.


Ang--er--Aziraphale, I daresay it's time we start barricading the doors. Sooner than later.
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[Judging from the angle of the video feed, this isn't an intentional broadcast - though if that isn't clue enough, the fact that neither of those actually present on scene are actually looking at the camera should be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-is that thing on?

[It was. It's not anymore.]

01 / video

May. 5th, 2014 08:49 pm
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[There's a mild looking man sitting on a bench somewhere in the gardens. His skin looks like it's seen far better days - though it's knitting itself together even as he stares thoughtfully at the device in his hand.]

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

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

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

ooc: action replies are welcome! Most people will notice the temperature dropping near Lucifer :3]
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[When he had discovered what Crowley's mirror had done to the books in the library he nearly wept. So much knowledge just gone. From how many worlds had the collection hailed, he doesn't know. How many of those books can not be replaced, he honestly does not want to find out.

The angel finds himself taking to video. He looks a bit tired, but that's probably just from the loss of so many books.]

Ah, I'm... I'm terribly sorry to be a nuisance, but I must ask... Would any of you be willing to bring books from your world to the library? I'm afraid there was a bit of a mishap and many of the books have been burned. I-I'd really like to replace them as best I can.

Thank you for your help.
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[There's nothing out of the ordinary about the man on the feed. He's dark-haired, green-eyed and trim - handsome, maybe, if it weren't for that scowl he's wearing. Certainly nothing about him suggests that he's currently being piloted by an archangel, unless one happens to be attuned to the supernatural or a good friend of John Winchester's.]

As fascinating as the spellwork needed to bind me to this place must be, I have to say that I'm not particularly interested in seeing any more of it. I have more important tasks to see to.

[An apocalypse to keep on track, younger siblings to cuff back into line... He's got a busy schedule. Running Heaven isn't a job that affords him any vacation time.

Even without the weight of responsibility bearing down on him, the feel of Wonderland is unfamiliar and unpleasant; it's not Home. For an entity used to having the whole of creation only a few wingbeats away, it's also small. Confined. He's spent the past several millenia limited to Heaven, sure, but it's different when he doesn't have a choice in the matter. He's not supposed to be the one in a cage.

There's a soft sound, feathers batting against the air, as an invisible set of wings shifts at his back. Whatever brought him here isn't letting him leave, no matter how hard he tries to take off. After so many years without his Father's presence to command him Michael has become unaccustomed to having his leash yanked - not that his Father had ever needed a leash. He'd only needed to speak, and Michael had bent to serve Him.

He's significantly (and visibly) less thrilled at the prospect of someone else trying to assert authority over him. He serves only his Father.]

It must have taken some effort to summon me here, so I assume it wasn't done without reason. I'd be very interested to hear what for, and by whom.

[And that's about as polite a request for information as you're going to get out of him. It's rude to summon a celestial being and then leave them hanging.]


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