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Apr. 23rd, 2018 08:56 pm
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[The message that comes through is audio, and the first couple seconds are quiet as Alice figures out how to start. Wind can be heard, but that isn't very much location information.]

...Do you ever think about how odd some words are? How they contort and change meaning over time?

[That seems like a good, neutral place to start. Nothing that will raise any red flags from monarchy.]

For example, "to reap". I've looked it up, you know. In many dictionaries, it means to cut or harvest by cutting, or to receive a reward. Similarly, a Reaper is just...one who reaps. A person who does that cutting or harvesting. And there are many worlds where people still reap crops, I'm sure. Some of yours, maybe.

[Alice doesn't have as much of her usual energy today. She sounds like she's put more thought into what she has to say today than usual. She's really tried this time, but doesn't know if that trying will be enough.]

But...that's not what I think of when I think of a Reaper. Do you? Do you imagine a farmer with a sickle, or something else entirely? Because I imagine death, and I imagine things taken against their will. [A pause.] Wonderland's reaped a lot from us already, I suppose.

[This is Alice though, and even she's bothered by how sad it feels, so she switches over to video - she's laying in a patch of grass somewhere and her hair is everywhere but she forces up a smile.]

Don't worry. I know I haven't said very much and it's all quite alarming-sounding, but chin up! Or at least try to. No matter how bad it gets, no matter how horrible things seem, it will end. And when it does, I promise you'll be alright. Sometimes...sometimes when things are too much, Wonderland knows and fixes it. It's sort of eerie, really.

[Suddenly the Duke (her pig guard from the Duchess) enters the frame and nudges her right in the crook of her neck, and it breaks her serious optimistic determination. She laughs and rolls over, network device forgotten.]

What are you doing? Stop that! We'll get caught, good sir!

[She says that, but she's still laughing up a storm, and it's a laugh she really needed. The device shuts itself off after a moment or two.]
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[video] irrational attachments, morty

Apr. 1st, 2018 10:12 pm
wriggedywrecked: by <user name="bureiku"> (every single person in this room is)
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[Rick appears to be...in the library, of all places. Just chilling at one of the desks, and when he switches on the feed, he holds up a folded piece of paper.]

So she left me a letter. She probably left a lot of people letters, whatever.

[He figures there's no point in specifying who he's talking about. It should be obvious.]

I don't believe in sentiment, or shit like honoring the wishes of the dead--a-and let's face it, in this place, going home might as well be the same thing as dying. Because real fucking death sure doesn't mean jack shit around here. I don't care about W-Wonderland, and I barely even know most of you, a-and I don't plan on ever knowing most of you.

And libraries?

[He gestures to encompass the whole room.]

I don't care about them. They're archaic, l-like she was. One of those things that k-keep existing for some fucking reason, no matter how advanced a society gets.

[Like how she kept existing here. "Nevertheless, she persisted" etc etc. But nothing in the entire multiverse lasts for ever.]

But.

[But.]

She cared about this place. She was smart and practical. A-And with information distribution and c-consolidation being as fucked up as it is in Wonderland, some archaic bullshit like this is actually important. And, fuck, it's one of those...stability things. Civilization things. It's a basic fucking law of the u-universe that you can't have chaos without order.

And fuck me but does this place get fucking boring. I n-need a fucking hobby.

She wanted me to protect the library, so I will. Someone who actually gives a shit should t-take over as the next librarian, but in the meantime I'm gonna make some basic fucking upgrades. Digitize everything, a-add some computers, build robots to re-shelve books or whatever, since I'm sure as fuck not learning the Dewey fucking decimal system myself. Install some self-defense mechanisms so no one can fucking Alexandria this shit. And anyone who fucks with the library, she's given me f-free pass to murder you.

Any complaints can be directed straight to my ass.
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text; / action; | late morning of April 1st

Apr. 1st, 2018 12:13 am
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shes gone
for real this time

evelyn's gone

(ooc: given circumstances, Dan won't necessarily respond to everyone)

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[Anyone who actually looks for the man won't find him in her rooms, or the library, or the stables. He'll be in Deux Lux, slowly working his way through a bottle of whiskey with the purposeful air of a man who, at this moment, has little else to look forward to other than seeing the bottom of it and ordering a fresh one.

There's a folded letter on the table in front of him, and a golden wedding band, which he toys with occasionally between one mouthful and the next.]
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[voice]

Mar. 22nd, 2018 10:06 pm
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[It's been four days since the Carnival. Four days. Not five. Four. So here's a casual question, Wonderland.... ]

I'm going to make this quick.

How sure are we on the goddam intel that each death means a full day to come back?

[Yeah, that's pretty much it. He said quick, right?]
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seventh hunt ✯ video

Mar. 21st, 2018 07:00 pm
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This probably ain't the first time Queenie's had her knickers in a knot.

In my experience, war isn't some pass-the-time stunt that fades to black in a few weeks. I know a lot of you are rattled, and I mean - war's not pretty, so I get that, but instead of panicking we should be focusing on what we can actually do.

[There's plenty of people that know how to fight, how to survive, and a lot of brainy tactical types. That's what they need to pool together to make sure there's not a huge body count here.]

Who do we have with actual battle experience?
Which parts of the mansion are the sturdiest?
Weapons, munitions, and the super-powered hotheads.
We might not be able to stop this but we can at least keep some bodies from dropping.

Magic types can screw with whatever warding hoodoo they have, we can make this work.
We might be able to hold a defense.

I dunno if you guys have met your mirrors, but mine sure as shit isn't worth losing my grip for.

If any of you actually want to do something, you know where to find me.
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2nd snow fall; video/action in the kitchen

Feb. 1st, 2018 08:40 pm
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[ Snow appears on the screen, smiling and wearing a pretty pink dress, in her bedroom that looks so much like her loft in Storybrooke. ]

Hello, everyone. I've met quite a lot of you since I arrived just before Christmas, but I wanted to offer a bit more about myself in order to see if anyone's interested in a proposal I have. My name is Snow, and I was a teacher back home. I taught all grades through high school - it was a very small town. So, if you'd like to learn how to read, or Newton's laws of physics is alluding you, I would be happy to tutor any one of you.

However, if education isn't something you need a bit more help with, I'm also an expert archer.

[ She doesn't say it to brag, and if possible, she seems humble, ducking her head a bit. ]

If that's something you'd like to learn to do, I'm happy to teach you.

[ After a pause, she smiles brightly again. ]

I can bake, too! I miss baking for my family terribly, so if anyone would like to join me in the kitchen, I'll be there this afternoon. I hope you all have a wonderful day.

[ And with that, she signs off, but she'll be checking back often for replies. She makes her way to the kitchen, and begins prepping everything to make a blueberry cobbler. ]
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014 ƒ voice } { til now, i always got by on my own

Feb. 1st, 2018 11:50 am
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[It's been a nagging, trickling feeling in the back of her mind as the weeks in January pass, something she isn't fully willing to acknowledge at first. Klaus slips away without comment from her to the world at large because she isn't sure if many will miss him, and those that do will notice on their own. She stays quiet for the time being, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, but that changes when she wakes up and the wall that normally held a door to the common room that joined the two Mikaelson rooms is gone completely.

So not just Klaus, but also Caroline.

She then intended to do the dutiful thing and inform Damon and Elena, but the bar only seemed to turn up empty, and when she tried to text them, both messages were bounced back quickly. It's a disorienting feeling to find yourself suddenly absent of all the people you know from your own world, suddenly absent of being known, and she isn't entirely sure what to do with it.

It's funny. She had spent so much time alone in her life, you would think that she would be prepared for the inevitability of being alone again. Instead, it hits her like a sack of bricks and for the moment, she's glad she's alone in the bar, because that kind of vulnerability is not something she's prone to showing.

("There's always going to be a spell to do or an enemy to fight, but when all that's done, you deserve someone who gets you."

God, she misses Keelin.)

She spends a long time staring down neck of a bottle of tequila - not the same amount of time as her last drunken post, so she is slightly more coherent and sober than last time, but still obviously drunk.]

A question for you all, if you feel like getting a little existential:

Not this Christmas, but the Christmas before we had these ... dreams, I guess you could call them. More accurately they were probably visions or predictions of what we would become if Wonderland was allowed to continue to gnaw away at us, bit by bit. In those visions, we all had become ... residents, in a sense. We belonged to Wonderland, and what came before no longer mattered, no longer existed, because, presumably, we had forgotten it.

[Klaus had forgotten almost everything but Hope, and that had been a blow in and of itself.]

Or it had been stolen, depending on how you look at it.

[She's going somewhere with this, she promises.]

We're all here for indeterminate amounts of time, we don't know if we'll be fortunate enough to return home, or if we'll become like the residents where this is all we know. So in terms of a worst case scenario, do you think it would be better or worse to meet that final end? To be stuck here, still remembering who you are and the things that matter to you, or to forget it all, and only focus on the things you can change?

[Yep, it's time for depressing o'clock with Freya Mikaelson. She honestly is curious though.]

Does it make the question easier or harder to answer if you are here alone, with no one else from your world?

Inquiring minds would love to know.

[And with that she will disconnect and go back to her bottle.]
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[ACTION] & [TEXT] coming forth by day

Jan. 14th, 2018 10:50 am
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[After everything, Evelyn still anticipated there would be a darkness.

Perhaps it is the cynic in her, thinking that her death would be the signature at the end of a well-annotated text, rather than a simple state change. The pain of her passing is fleeting in that it only lasted as long as it took for her to expire in her husband’s arms while he begged her not to go and only moments later she was standing, in clean linen clothing and sandals, in a dimly-lit world. An arduous journey and she had not the convenient corpus of ancient spells to utilise to her benefit, no carefully transcribed notes to lead her to the Hall of Truth.

But it was there, in the far distance, beyond gates and guardians. A lamentation poured from the scorpion, the serpent, and the goddess and greeted her, gave her a path upon which to walk, water to drink, and so she stepped through the world of shades.

When she comes to in Wonderland it is with a surprising amount of clarity, rather than the expected confusion. The sand under her hands is cold but she is not.

Not anymore.]

I’ll be just fine.

[Evelyn echoes quietly, her words fading into the surf as it ebbs several yards away. The sky is grey, the air sticky with winter mist and the edge of light at the far corner of the horizon tells her it is nearly dawn.

With death came understanding, with resurrection came determination. She gets to her feet, gaze tracking past the expanse of the ocean to the enormous shadow perched on the hill, hand moving toward her stomach. Her blouse is wet with blood, but the skin beneath it is unharmed. More than once she has woken up here, felt the loss, agonised over her return and made the long trek back to familiar halls and familiar stacks.

Something else compels her to remain by the seaside.

I’ve been reading Marcus Aurelius of late.

Light reading for you.


Settled on a piece of driftwood, she watches the water as flickers of warmth eat through the fog.]



Public Text from [Name Encrypted]: I hope none of you set the library on fire while I was gone.
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tenth galaxy [video]

Jan. 10th, 2018 02:28 pm
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[As usual, when the camera turns on, Shepard looks a little stressed. When is she not, if we're being real here. She's not as serious as the last time she was on the network, but this is obviously a prepared address. As usual, her torso and head are in view, as she's broadcasting from her omni-tool on her left arm currently swung around to her front.]

Alright, so in the spirit of New Year's resolutions, I'm back to put some action items on the table. For those of you who remember the last time I was around, it's kind of about that. For those who don't or are too new, here's your reminder or introduction that this place is trying to kill us.

[She links to her last broadcast, which she'll do at pretty much every opportunity. That is not information she's letting die.]

That said, after talking with Evelyn O'Connell about this, she instituted the death count and I'm here to keep up my end of the bargain. I want to establish a guard, sort of- this isn't a full-time position but I can't promise it's not dangerous. We need to have something in place to protect people with higher death counts, and stop ones who are low from gaining more. Ideally I'd be looking for people to commit to playing bodyguard or organizing with me and others when shit gets rough. While Evelyn is... missing, for a while, I've got access to that data. Which if you haven't reported to her, I think you should.

[Or at least, the version of it before she left, that Shepard will be referencing.]

I want to stress that this is voluntary, but I also want to make it pretty damn clear that I'm tired of people fucking off and dying. The more hands on deck we have, the better. That said, if you commit to this, I want you to commit. I'm gonna need general defense and some point people to play personal escort during events to high-risk targets. If you're interested in either, let me know.

[A small pause.]

I'm also totally here to accept questions on 'oh shit, this place is actually trying to murder us' and 'who the hell are you', because I bet I'm going to get a thousand of those too. Which uh, right. Hey. Commander Shepard. Trained marine, sniper, ten years special ops experience, I know what I'm doing, thanks.

[She gives a little two fingered salute to the camera, tapping from her right temple.]

Shepard out.
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001 - video;

Jan. 3rd, 2018 08:49 pm
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[ When the video starts, the device seems to be just a little too close to someone's face - the clear sign of someone unused to handling a smartphone or anything even vaguely resembling it. ]

--guess this is supposed to be some sort of communication device, huh..

[ It's half-mumbled, like she's talking to herself more than anything, and luckily she does start holding it a bit more nonchalantly so it's not all up in her face. The visible girl's almost childish hairstyle with hair baubles and twin tails is a contrast with the practically emotionless look on her face - although there's a hint of something more tired at the edges of her expression. ]

Well, if this is a way to talk to whichever witch is behind this, then I just want to say you can just pop up to yell "congratulations" and cackle right about now. Since that's what you guys seem to love to do so much. [ The girl sighs and glances at something off camera for a moment. ] I don't really feel like running around without a clue right now, so you just contact me first and explain what game this is supposed to be now. I promise I won't even make fun of whatever ridiculous outfit you're probably wearing, since I'm not in the mood anyway.

[ She pauses for a moment as if she expects something to happen, but when nothing does-- ]

Ahh.. Seriously. Putting a girl back together is no problem at all, but actually being direct for once is a real challenge, huh? I see.

[ Yes, someone here is misunderstanding the situation 100%. ]
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video; // evening 01.01.18

Jan. 1st, 2018 05:39 pm
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[Dan looks tired. When the video comes on he rubs the tips of his fingers briefly against his forehead, then straightens up. Behind him, the rooms he shares with Evelyn are laid out, unchanged to anyone who knows what they look like.]

So, uh. [A quick, soft breath escapes him.] Not wantin' t' panic anyone, but--

[When he started this, he was sure it would be easier than this. The man is clearly more distressed than he's letting on.]

Evie, she-- went out, some time this mornin'. Early. She... ain't been back an' she ain't answerin' her phone. If someone's seen 'er t'day... Lemme know. I, uh...

[Damn it.]

It ain't normal fer 'er t' go silent on me like this.
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1st Snow (action + video)

Dec. 11th, 2017 10:14 am
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action;

[ At the town line, as yet another curse threatens to engulf every occupant of Storybrooke, Snow clings to her daughter and grandson, knowing that sending them away is the only way to ensure Henry will be safe. We will always find you feels so hollow to say when they don't know. Will she ever see her daughter or grandson again? There's literally no time to prepare for this and she's forced to step back and watch her daughter go.

Clinging to David as purple haze begins to filter into her peripheral vision, there's no time for crying in case she blurs her vision and misses her daughter driving away. Watching the little yellow car disappear she sees Henry turn and look out of the window and it's then that Snow knows she would do anything, fight any creature and break any curse to get her family back. When the cloud of the curse finally overwhelms them, her eyes close tightly, feeling her husband's arms tighten around her. And then the feeling fades, she feels empty and alone, and her eyes open slowly.

This is not the Enchanted Forest and she is, in fact, alone. Outside of a mansion, Snow isn't sure what to make of where she wound up, but she marches determinedly toward the building. If her family is there, she'll find them. In the meantime, feel free to intercept one very determined woman. ]

video;

[ Snow begins a video message on her device to reveal she's in a tea room, and she smiles pleasantly, if not a bit tightly. But there will be no threatening the general population, isn't that a nice change of pace? ]

So, this is Wonderland. It's a bit less...red hearts and edible drugs than I thought it would be? Not that I'm looking for that, just, well. I'm sure enough of you have read the story to know what I mean.

[ Snow's never taken an illegal substance in her life, thank you very much. ]

The thing is, this isn't where I thought I was going. Magic was taking me somewhere but not here. But I thought, maybe, other people from home wound up redirected as well and this seemed like the fastest way to check. If anyone knows David Nolan or Regina Mills, I would very much appreciate being pointed in their direction.

[ She assumes only people who were swept up in the curse would have been flung somewhere unexpected. But then she figures it can't hurt anything more to ask about her daughter and grandson. ]

Emma? Henry? Are you here? Is anyone from home here?

[ Please let someone be here. Worry pits in her stomach, because if this isn't a place with portals, she has no idea how she'll ever get home, wherever that may be right now. ]

If someone could let me know whether you've seen them or even heard of them, I would be so grateful. My name is Snow, by the way, but I think you can see that on your device? I'm still learning.

[ She ends the video broadcast then, but stares intently at the device, waiting on any word. ]
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[INVITATION] & [VIDEO] buon natale to everyone

Dec. 8th, 2017 03:30 pm
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[NYE_Invitation.jpeg]


[Bright and early the morning of December 8th, crisp, embossed invitations will be delivered to every resident in Wonderland - provided that they have a door to deliver to - and for those who might have missed the physical missive, convenient digital copies were sent just as well.

Hosting some sort of holiday fête these last few years has become something of an anticipated exercise in planning and Wonderland tradition, as it were, for Evelyn. While she has never strictly moderated the dress code she does think it would be nice to see people in their best when ringing in the new year, hence the gentle suggestion in terms of attire, but she hardly expects it to be adhered. Black tie is more aspiration than reality.

The public address also serves as a reminder to her that two months have passed since her last network-wide announcement regarding far less savoury subjects, but Evelyn committed to the project and she isn't going to stop no matter how uncomfortable it makes others and herself.]

I, ah-

[Predictably she is at her desk, rifling through unconventional work (arrangements for the upcoming party, a series of notes regarding gifts she needs to acquire for other residents, and the like).]

I hope that by now you have all received the invitation I left - if not, I've attached it to this recording - regarding the soirée I intend to hold on New Year's Eve, Wonderland willing, I know things are unpredictable here. But I very much hope to see residents in attendance, because as I'm certain many will agree, we could use some levity.

[Evelyn takes a deep, businesslike breath and exhales shortly, reaching for a pen. An empathetic creature at heart, it is difficult for her to demand information from people when she knows that the information itself is hurtful, traumatic.]

...in considerably less festive news I should like to remind residents that I am still keeping track of lost lives. Please contact me if the last couple of months have been unkind.

[One last reassurance:]

I'll be here.
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013 ƒ voice } { all that i know is i'm breathing

Dec. 4th, 2017 03:22 pm
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[Freya returns to Wonderland, and as always, Wonderland's timing is the fucking worst. While in a way she is grateful that they're here - Klaus would not have been so considerate of Freya asking for more time if they weren't in a place where time stops, and she knows that she's going to have to return to her room and actually fix the problem she's been given, but for now, she is going to grieve.

For now, she's going to drink. For now, she's going to try and wrestle with the fact that her brother is dead, and in the end, they got none of the things they wanted.

Even when they try to be the good guys, when they try to do the right thing, they can still never win. Vincent in the back of her mind reminds her that she had the chance to do the right thing, to just let Vincent use Elijah's death and not try to interfere in any way, but he should have known - there was no way that was ever going to happen.

She makes her way up to the fifth floor bar, as it's usually fairly empty and not populated by too many friends who will want to ask intrusive questions about her commitment to being incredibly intoxicated. She takes a bottle of tequila off the shelf, grabs herself a glass, and settles at the bar to begin knocking glass after glass back. She's planning on being there a while, and she does make sure to eat something every now and again, but for the most part, she doesn't want to feel anything.

At some point during the night, however, she'll click on her device, needing to speak into a void, even if she knows that the entire mansion is going to hear her.]

I have a riddle.

[Her voice is slurred but clear enough that the words can be made out if nothing else.]

Two men walk into a desert. ... Wait. ... Two? No, four men walk into a desert. And they are unconscious, probably from heat exhaustion. The riddle never said, they were just magically unconscious, so they probably fainted. The person telling the story was likely just trying to save face with all of their manliness.

[Macho posturing is dumb. There's a giggle and a "whoops" as some of the tequila sloshes over the sides of the glass and she pours herself another.]

When they wake up, they are buried up to their necks in the sand. Like little ground hogs. But they can only see what's directly in front of them. And they have hats! Different colored hats!

[Another beat as she takes the drink, then a pause as she frowns.]

Wait, there was supposed to be something else before that.

[Another beat.]

Or maybe they were kidnapped.

[There's a pause, and a sigh, because she is too drunk to remember the way this is supposed to go, and her hand fumbles as she goes to find her device on the bar and shut it off.]

I'll call you back.

[AND FREYA MIKAELSON HAS RETURNED FROM HER CANON BUMP. Action tags are welcome, as are network tags, but network tags may cut off and return when she is slightly more sober. Apologies in advance.]
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Dec. 2nd, 2017 04:51 pm
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What do you do when someone breaks your trust in them? Is there a way to regain it? Should it be regained? How do you learn to trust anyone again?

[And then, after some time...]

[PRIVATE VOICE TO FIDDLEFORD]

Is the offer for memory erasure... s-still open?

((OOC: unless stated otherwise, all her replies will be anon!))
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♛ thirty-seventh hunt - voice;

Nov. 3rd, 2017 01:21 pm
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[ Did everyone enjoy reliving their worst memories?? Good!! ]

Since a lot of people've probably needed a drink lately, it reminded me of something. I've been managing the fifth floor bar since all its workers left, and I'm... kinda the only one here. Could use some help so we can keep it open more often.

[ He can't be there all the time. It's not where the research is. ]

If anybody has experience making drinks... or, wants to learn, even, then swing by. Or, uh... I guess cleaning up and bussing is important, too. Let me know if you're interested.
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( ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ )

Oct. 25th, 2017 04:57 pm
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( network )
( when the device activates there's no message, simply a few seconds of silence before a message taps out )

-.-. --- -- . / - --- / - .... . / .-. --- --- ..-. .-.-.-

( she'd examined the network, had had a brief look of the place for her people but the place was large, and sending a message (however risky) was the only way to ensure meeting them instead of continually missing them. helen knew that there was a likelihood that someone else would intercept the message, being that this device was not hers, but there'd be answers either way. for anyone that does instead respond over the device instead of going to the roof she'll reply back, if a little delayed )
( the roof )
( she's pacing a little. helen doesn't like waiting, not when she's been separated, potentially kidnapped, and she doesn't know the fate of her people. nikola would likely be fine, he was immortal again, but it wasn't just whether he was alive that concerned her.

her gun is concealed under her coat, and she's thankful that she still has it, though it's odd that it hadn't been removed after she'd been brought here. if here was as real as it looked. until helen found any answers, or nikola, she'd be keeping her mind open )
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Video

Oct. 24th, 2017 11:54 am
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I keep meaning to do this, but, then something else turns up and I forget about it.

[Good way to start the video.]

I've been here for almost a year now. Or longer, depending on when/if we've met.

[That's not the point she's trying to make here.]

Anyway. I've seen how unprepared some people are, which is fair, considering how a lot of these events catch us off guard. Still, if anyone wants to learn some basic defensive fighting techniques, or, how to handle a gun, I'm willing to teach you.

Not that it always does a lot of good here, but, better than just sitting on my ass waiting for the next event to happen.
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sixth hunt ✯ audio

Oct. 19th, 2017 05:51 pm
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[There's not a whole lot of audio stimulation on the other end. Wherever he is, it's quiet, on purpose? Maybe. It could just be that he's managed to get a few seconds of peace in an environment that wasn't crowded. That's all this place ever felt like these days, crowded.]

I dunno about the rest of you, but Halloween's just about my least favorite holiday that hits the calendars. Wonder what the Chuckleheads in management have in store, nothing stays quiet in this shithole for long.

Better keep eyes on ammo and able bodies.

There hasn't been any new material, not in a while. Knocking on my door without calling first is a 100% guaranteed barrel to the face.

I'm serious.
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text; pockets full of stones

Oct. 16th, 2017 12:20 am
nascensibility: you'll take it off my goddamn ass (if you want to go home with that hand)
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[She very much debates sending this. It isn't her style, not after the losses she's endured, not after the way this place takes, and takes, and takes, so much that it becomes commonplace, that she should find herself numb to it. Evelyn doesn't particularly anticipate replies; people go missing every day.

Her son's room is entirely empty. Evelyn knows what it means.]

If anyone sees a tow-headed boy, eight years old, please contact me.

His name is Alex.

E. O'Connell
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video; backdated to 24 hours after the event

Oct. 15th, 2017 10:49 am
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Fuck this goddamn fucking place.
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two point verification [Video]

Oct. 6th, 2017 04:07 pm
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[It's video, this time, because lucky you. He's calling people out, and if he expects them to show their face to him, least he can do, he figures, is start off that way himself. You see what you get here, Wonderland. To make it all civilized and shit, he's in the Tea Room. ]

So.

I hear dying here makes you some Big Fucking Problem or something. And yeah, I know, there's some database/spreadsheet/accountant shit you're making to log all this.

But, it strikes me, that any one of you can lie. And if you come back as a big fucking problem, you're definitely going to lie.

[He can handle big fucking problems, if it comes to it, but they don't need to know that. Some can probably figure that shit out, though, if, you know, they got eyes here.]

So, yeah. Gonna need to talk to... [He looks down at a written list for a second.] right.

Dan Palmer. Sam Winchester. Souji Seita [Yeah, he probably butchers the pronunciation of that last one. And they can probably figure out why he wants to talk to them. ]

You know where to find me.

((OOC: anyone else welcome to respond/action/peanut gallery/whatevs, too. Come at him, bro!)).
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[VIDEO] Wonderland Death Watch ☠

Oct. 2nd, 2017 02:00 pm
nascensibility: and how beautiful it would be (thinkin' 'bout slapping you)
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[Replies to this are CLOSED, please see OOC note at the bottom of the post!]




In the wake of our most recent event and regarding the fate of those who lose their fifth life, I would like to propose a new series of data collection on mansion residents. It is my opinion that the instatement of a “death watch” - that is, an archival record of extant resident deaths that have occurred - should be created and maintained, and would serve as a valuable resource for the protection of those who are at risk.

[This is the difficult part: persuading people to share this sort of thing about themselves, knowing what it does to others and how it can hurt, is no easy task. She believed as much when she first spoke with Shepard on the subject, and believes the same now. Evelyn herself does not like to offer personal information unless asked, but knows the burden of carrying that suffering on one's own and how easily an environment can fall to fear.]

I understand that this is very private, very personal information. I understand it is traumatic, and not something that many people want to share. Therefore it is incumbent upon me to stress the critical severity of this situation, and assure you that you are not alone.

I myself have lost four lives here.

In disclosing as much, I hope that others can be swayed to believe in the efficacy of this database, and would urge residents to volunteer their respective death tolls to build the record. Residents who submit information to the watch on their numbers may do so to me privately, if there is concern about embarrassment or persecution from peers.

[It is a valid concern, and one which she has agonised over.]

Commander Shepard’s confirmation from the Queen of Hearts that those who are remade after their last demise are conscripted as spies is extremely troubling. Regardless of the veracity of the information given its source, we as unwilling residents do not have the luxury of allowing for that liability. For those concerned about their safety, I will be actively working with the commander, who is well-equipped to establish and manage security procedures once the record has been transcribed and analysed. This is a living document, and is expected to require additions over time.

I am aware that this is a drastic measure, but a measure worth taking. Please feel free to direct all responses and queries to myself and Commander Shepard.





[OOC NOTE: I realize this is a hot button issue as has generated a lot of replies, which is great! In order to keep myself sane, I'm going to have to cut it off here and request that no one else respond in this post. Messaging Evelyn's inbox is cool if you want to drop a line there instead, but replies will be slower there.

Anyone who did not get to respond in here before the cut-off, I'd really like you to at least drop a comment HERE if you believe your character would still share their information with her. Thank you for understanding!]
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Oct. 1st, 2017 09:07 pm
bigtrouble: little-luna (27)
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[He's grown accustomed to the network over the last few months. Usually, he stays up in bed at night and reads through the posts (when his mom doesn't notice), but hardly ever responds to what everyone is saying. They're either boring or about something he isn't equipped to handle. Tonight, though, he has a few questions that he hopes someone might answer.]

Say you know an adult. Two adults. One is close to you and the other isn't. The second adult is their friend.

[Yes, that's good enough.]

The second adult, the one you're not as close to, is always around. Treats the adult you are close to differently. And the first adult kissed the second on the cheek once.

What's going on and what should I do?
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Sep. 20th, 2017 10:52 pm
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Pro-tip:
Relity sucks.
For everyone. Not just you.
Its a rule or something. No ones got it easy. Especially around here.

Do yourself a favor and leave the tears and glowing bullshit alone.
Nothing goods ever open 24/7, kids.
Just legs and gas stations
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ninth galaxy [video, backdated to 9/17]

Sep. 18th, 2017 02:05 pm
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[Those who've been here for a while might remember the last time Shepard addressed Wonderland in the Citadel, all smiles and lackadaisical jokes. However, today, she's addressing the Mansion at large like a commander- her shoulders are flat, back straight, expression serious.]

Alright. So if I'm correct from the network, a lot of us received items with the same cryptic note and a lot of weird stuff. Some of 'em don't seem to do anything. Some of them, apparently, are eyeballs.

[She brings her right hand into view, holding a broken half of a compact mirror; the mirror inside is shattered beyond repair.]

I got this- but it wasn't broken when I got it. It went to the Queen of Hearts. And because I don't believe in bullshitting anyone here, we should talk about the fact that what's going on right now is purposeful, and we need to be a hell of a lot more careful.

( Cut for length )
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Sep. 3rd, 2017 01:05 pm
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video;

Gonna head t' the caves t'day, so-- [He pauses, and there's a small 'clunk' off-screen as he tosses something into a bag by his feet.] So, if y've ever wanted t' check it out but didn't wanna go alone, here's a chance.

[There's a bark and the camera swivels to put a dog in view. Said dog wags its tail and sniffs at a rucksack with interest.]

He's comin' too. Jus' gimme a heads up, 'll be at the entrance in a half hour.

---

action;

[If anyone wants to meet him there, he'll be there a good ten minutes checking through his pack and making sure he has everything he needs - just in case.

After that, he'll be in the caves themselves, exploring the passages and leaving small marks on the walls as he goes. At least once, he finds his way to a large, open cavern, and whistles softly to himself before quietly smiling as if recalling a distant memory. The hour following will be spent free-climbing the walls, leaving the dog on the cavern floor with his bag, with exploration resuming after he decides that his hands have had enough.

All in all, he's down there for several hours.]
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Aug. 14th, 2017 10:36 am
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[Alex had fallen asleep on the airship, curled up at the back and tucked between his Mom and Dad - Uncle Jon snoring somewhere by his feet. The sun had just set over a sandy horizon and Izzy had them on a smooth course back home, relatively smooth anyway. He can't help that it'd only been minutes after sitting down that he'd gone to sleep, the last few days had been tiring and he was comfortable settled in the middle of his family. It had been nice. Which makes the sudden transition from comfortably sprawled across two adults to falling into water that much more jarring.

He surfaces, gasping for air and flailing for a few moments before realizing that he's not far from a beach. He swims until he can stand and then he hits his knees, catching his breath. From here, he doesn't recognize anything. The sky above or the ground below and when he calls out for his parents, for his uncle, nobody answers him. Concern lodges in his throat, shoulders hunching up around his ears as water laps over the backs of his shoes. There's a dock with a few small boats nearby, palm trees, beach chairs, and umbrellas bigger than him stuck into the ground. That, as quickly as fear had swept through him, just as swiftly puts him a little bit at ease. There are people here. Somewhere. All he has to do is find them. Standing, he kicks off his shoes and dumps the water out of them, leaving them on the beach. The further he walks, the more he can see - an orchard to his right and a big house to the north. His parents are probably there and, even though something doesn't seem right, they can explain what's going on. Then they can go home. ( He hasn't been to the museum in ages and there's a new exhibit he wants to see. ) There's nobody outside but he knocks, then pushes it open because he's eight, for Christ's sake and he can't be blamed for forgetting his manners in an emergency.]

Mom? Dad? [A pause.] Uncle Jon? This isn't funny.

[He slips as he walks inside, eyes wide and mouth falling open as he stares up at the skylight. Alex doesn't move from that spot, not at first, head tipped back in awe, and when he does speak, it's a soft sound. Barely even a audible as he glances around.]

Mom?

[Alex has never used a phone before but after opening a few doors and looking around, he finds a seat and plays with it. He hits enough buttons that, on his eighth or ninth try, he's able to post to all of Wonderland.]

I'm looking for my parents, my Mom and Dad. My Uncle Jon, too. [There's a rustling sound as he drops and picks the phone back up, mumbling under his breath that the sucker weighs a goddang ton.] And Izzy. I was just with them and now I'm here.

Yeah, yeah, I already heard the part where this place is like something out of Carroll's book, but that's crazy.

[He's read the story, but it's only a story right? But then, he's seen a mummy come back to life so maybe it isn't that crazy. The pamphlet, which is now folded and tucked into his jacket pocket, had been helpful - the author's name had been skipped in his rush to read it.]

If anyone can help me, I'm sure my parents will be grateful to have me back.

[His voice fades out then comes back in louder than before.]

Oh, I'm Alex. Alex O'Connell.

[The feed ends after a few minutes of silence.]
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Fifteenth Consensus

Jul. 12th, 2017 06:45 pm
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[Tweedledee stands beside a tree, her arms crossed over her chest, her back against the tree's trunk. Her eyes are trained on the ground in front of her. The camera angle is off to the side somewhere, the shot partially framed by grass, but no where in the frame is Tweedledum. Where could she--]

I can see them!

[--In the tree. She's in the tree.

Tweedledee sighs, but doesn't move.]

Well, it's no good yelling about it.

They're coming!

There's nothing to be done now. Best to come down and find a place to hide.

I think I'm quite safe up here, thank you.

[Tweedledee thinks about that for a moment, then, with a nod, turns and begins to climb up the tree as well, quite quickly. Soon there's no one at all in the frame, and after awhile, the abandoned feed is cut.]
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Jun. 20th, 2017 04:25 pm
nascensibility: doesn't mean I'm not an adult (just because I'm awesome)
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A little over a year ago I provided the mansion with an instructional...brochure of sorts, to better orient newcomers and in particular those who are not from what can only be considered the "modern" era.

[One great unfairness about Wonderland is its tendency to forget that a number of the people living in it are not from time periods that utilise microwaves, for example, or even know what they are. The learning curve is steep for the temporally disadvantaged.]

Seeing as these sorts of publications are only successful when circulated and given the appropriate communal response, I think it only fair to extend the offer of amending any aspects to account for the amenities people may add to our shared residence in the future.

I'm going to leave a number of these in the foyer and on reading tables in the library, but would appreciate it if others would assist in forwarding the file to new residents should in-person explanations become untenable.

[All this just in time for the recent appearance of the dormouse on the network, heralding another event - it makes this particular announcement the more appropriate, since she hasn't been as public a figure lately for personal reasons. Evelyn collects herself for a moment before continuing, because as a long-time resident it is incumbent upon her to broach the issue if only to gather perspectives.]

...additionally, I would like to hear opinions on the notion of holding a public forum about mitigating damages - not necessarily the public safety issue as discussed in previous network announcements, but approaching the aftermath of disasters, both wrought by Wonderland and its residents.

[Only in part does this come from a place of emotion, but the greater percentage stems from practicality. If people are to peaceably live in the same spaces then it must be a team effort, from all sides.

Herself included.]

This is not to rally a police force. This is not to encourage mob-like behaviour. This is to calmly, openly discuss the subject of accountability and greater communication.
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