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[ when the feed comes up, it catches what sounds like a laugh already in progress, and the bottom half of a face. as it comes into view, someone seems to be righting the camera, before allison eventually turns her attention away from whatever she'd be grinning to off-screen and looks towards the camera. she opens her mouth to talk, but before she can get the words out another voice comes from off the screen. ]

Dude, have you ever seen Monty Python? Killer bunnies with big nasty fangs [ what you can’t see is stiles attempting to make bunny fangs with his teeth, but you can definitely hear his “arrghhrarrgh” in what is clearly a killer bunny noise. ]

[ allison's eyes follow the voice, laughing again. ] You're kidding me, right? You want to put the Easter bunny in this? [ another shake of her head and then she more pointedly looks back to the screen. ] Sorry, someone is-

--Very prepared and always right. [ he at least sounds a little cheeky. it’s a joke. really. sort of. ] And it’s not the Easter bunny!

Yeah okay. Anyway, for those of you we don't know, I'm Allison. Stiles here- [ eyes motioning off the screen and then they're back. ] and I are trying to put together a book. A beastiary, if you know what those are, of as many creatures - supernatural or not - that could potentially show up here.

And that totally includes the people of Wonderland who go bump in the night, I’m just sayin. What’s kosher for my creature of the night may not be kosher for yours.

[ she continues like she didn't hear him. ] If you don't already know, Wonderland likes to throw events at us from the worlds of people here. Sometimes they're fine, sometimes they're not, and-

-And sometimes they end in blood and gore! We haven’t had one of those in a while, I wonder--

Stiles, you can talk later! Let me finish! [ she laughing, though, so it's pretty obvious that stiles' interruptions aren't really bothering her. ] Sometimes they can be really dangerous, and in order to help everyone protect themselves, we figured collecting the information would help. Just to get it out there for people to know if they want to know, and if they don't, that's fine too.

Help a brother out, basically. [ a beat, and stiles pokes into the screen from an awkward angle, all button nose and spotted cheeks before he grins and jerks his head in allison’s direction. ] Or a sister. [ and then disappears from the feed again. ]

[ allison takes her hand back - having shoved stiles out of the frame in the first place - and resets the camera. ] We’ve done this before, so we have a good list started from a few worlds, but if there’s one thing we’ve learned is that even if the lore is in different worlds, a lot of the time the details aren’t the same. For example, take-

--Aaaany form of the supernatural! At all. Anywhere. Oookay, that’s the end of that, no more of that feed. [ #smooth ] Bye!

What? No, Stiles- [ the device is then forcefully plucked from allison’s hands, muffled sounds of a struggle, and then it shuts off. ]

[ ooc both stiles and allison are open for replies! ]
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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?

03 | Voice

Aug. 1st, 2014 01:04 pm
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[So Tybalt is still pretty freaking bored. Being a cat, this is not a good thing for the most part, though he's too faerie to really do destructive cat things.

Instead, he just pokes at people to see what happens. Today he at least as two reasons for poking.]

Do all the floors in this mansion smell like wild dog, or did I pick the one floor that does? It reeks and there are only so many air fresheners one can stick in your room before that's almost worse than what you're trying to cover up. And of course those air fresheners won't work beyond my door.

[The joys of super senses.

And no he's not mentioning what floor. He's bored, not stupid.

You're welcome, Teen Wolves.]
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[ alayne is always nervous and fidgety when speaking through her looking mirror as she calls it; but today there is an extra frown on her brow that betrays her concern.

her manners, however, are as splendid as ever; she tidies down the blue silks she has found in her wardrobe and dips her head in greeting. ]

Good people of Wonderland,

[ the manners are there but her voice betrays a hint of urgency ]

There are those among you who have made by acquaintance. I seek those who have come to my aid before, those who I have met and have come to know in the duration of my stay in our Mansion. I have a request to make of you; I will be -- endlessly grateful if you shall hear my words, though I have little to offer you in return.

[ and she doesn't like this; does not like to ask for something she cannot repay for but she has little choice in this manner. ]

-- thank you.
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[ Sam's not showing his face. Not after demon blood cravings, hallucinations, and an almost-murder. Instead, he falls back on text for what he has to say: ]

One: Just because it's technically summer doesn't mean classes just drop, so if you've got a commitment you should probably stick with it. Even when the weather's nice. Especially if you're a teacher.

[ filtered from all demons: ]

Two: Anyone here do tattoos? It's kind of important and definitely urgent.
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[ good morning, wonderland. have one ren-faire lady. her closet had supplied her with a few gowns and as the weather is fair, she wears one in the Southorn style. it has also, thankfully, supplied her with hair dye and today it is loose in chestnut brown waves down her back. ]

People of Wonderland, most gracious and kind.

[ a small smile, perhaps she is a bit more confident. ]

I come to you with a question which may strike as an oddity. The hours of the day are many and long and I am unaccustomed to idleness. The Mansion cares for all our needs, as per our hosts' graciousness.

[ kidnapped or not, at the very least they were not left to starve. ]

Yet I find myself with a lack of a way to help. I am but a baseborn girl, unfitted to assist in the efforts to shield our Mansion from beasts such as the Jabberwocky. To those who do attempt such, Lord Crowley and others, I offer my sincere gratitude.

[ another smile as she inclines her head. ]

I have taken to reading and needle work. I was told to be quite gifted with a thread and a needle. The Mansion sees to our clothes and yet, if you find yourself in need of able hands to stitch and mend whatever clothes you have, you may come see me - On the tenth floor, room 002.

[ a pause. ]

I am also in search of an escort. I wish to see the vendors' offers of fabrics yet I find it unfit for a young girl to go on her own. If there are any who walk there, I would care to join them on their journey.

[ she offers a quick, elegant curtsy. ]

I wish upon you a fine day and a finer week.
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Now I don't want to sound pretentious when I say this, but no matter how much this camera blows, you can't deny this view. [ booms the voice of some guy who still manages to find a great angle to showcase a particularly beautiful shot of the gardens that most residents are probably already familiar with. yes, residents. he's done his research. he's tech-savvy enough for that and smart enough not to run screaming, blabbing to the first person in his vicinity. he recovers what's left of his sanity and he waits; he learns. then he appears on his own terms. ]

It damn near takes your breath away. [ so does arriving face first in the pool. ] There are only a few things in life that have that kind of power. That kind of sway over you. [ hm? he shakes his head clear of it and steers the view away from the fountain ( far, far away ), cutting the feed and switching to text without ever revealing his face. ]

so, i wanted to pose a question to you, Land of Wonder. what would you describe as a sight for sore eyes, and why? is it something that can be physically found or does it exist strictly in the imagination?

and don't worry, i know all about how curiosity killed the cat. i'm more of a dog guy. on that note, if anyone's seen either one of mine, i'd really appreciate whatever information you have. one of them is like a wrecking ball. he's big, hairy, and he leaves a huge mess. he answers to Derek, and no, you never get used to the drool. the other one's kind of small, but he never stops trying to learn the same darn trick. Scott's just so predictable. you almost have to like him and feel sorry for him at the same time.
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[ When the video feed flickers on, it's a jumbled mess of motion blur, and at first it might seem like it was activated by accident. The voices and commotion however make it very clear that it wasn't an accident. Once the image stills, all that can be seen is the ceiling of a room for a moment before a hand wraps around and makes the screen go black for a moment and then Stiles' face shows up. ]

No, this is not a two person job and I don't care if it was your idea. You cut me off before I can finish my sentences and it's annoying.

Well, I wouldn't cut you off if your sentences didn't suck!

[ What the rest of Wonderland can sort of see, is Isaac rather easily getting a hold on the communicator pushing Stiles away with one hand before he brings the video back so everyone can see his rather unimpressed face. Excuse him for a moment, he's a bit busy giving Stiles a look that could rival even Derek's unimpressed faces. But that doesn't seem to deter him as the video begins wobbling again, obviously there is a tug-a-war going on. It's blatant by how gentle Isaac is being that he's actually worried he might harm the other teenager, giving him a chance at this.

Stiles' face is back in view, but Isaac is the one that responds.

Right, that really makes sense. Get over it - no one wants to see you when you're pale and skinny and look like you're dying.

Oh, okay, yeah, like you can talk.

[ There's a huff before Stiles jerks his head back in a truly impressive eyeroll before relinquishing his hold and letting Isaac take over the video. ]

Stiles and I were thinking - since everyone is teaching each other stuff that we might as well make the whole school thing official and create some actual sports teams. More specifically: Lacrosse. If you're interested, there's a brief questionnaire we'd like you to fill out.

[ The feed immediately cuts to text without so much as a goodbye. ]

1. Finish the sentence: "The bigger they are the ______________."

2. Can you recite the speech from Independence Day?

3. Are you human? If no, should we be worried?

4. Do you know what lacrosse is? If so, do you actually know how to play it?

5. Did you come to win or did you come to join Stilinski's team?

6. Describe what you would do in a situation where every single star player somehow magically ends up getting hurt and they need you to play, even though you're a sixth string, existing only to keep the bench warm with your butt:

( This is a joint post with [personal profile] hypercompetent replies may come from one or both of us.

Grey is Isaac, black is Stiles.


Apr. 7th, 2014 08:59 pm
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Hey there, total strangers I've decided to video chat with.

[ here, have a single wave and a big smile from Kira! who then... sighs, and winces at herself. it's been a few hours since she got here, a few hours she used to lie down and calm herself down and get her headache down to a tolerable level ( healing powers are so weird ), so she's already in one of the rooms, broadcasting from a spot at the edge of her bed. ]

I don't know why I said that, that was- [ she shakes her head, laughs. oh god somebody save her, or just put her out of her misery. either one. ] Anyway. I'm sure you guys get this a lot, but I'm kind of hoping to find some of my friends on here. If they are on here, I don't know. I've never heard them talk about anything like this before. Actually, I'm pretty sure this isn't anything like the internet I have back at home, so. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm hoping to find out if any of my friends are here. Or, I guess I'll only have my fingers crossed for one friend, since I was with him before I woke up here - Scott McCall? I just- I'm kind of hoping since I'm here, he's here too. Since we were together, like I said.

But anybody else from Beacon Hills, or - [ my mom and dad. I wouldn't mind seeing my mom and dad right now. no oh my god Kira you can't just ask for mommy and daddy, pull yourself together. be cool. ] - um, no, that's it. If anybody else from Beacon Hills is here, let me know. It's important. Like, really, really important. [ like we can't trust Stiles important ]

Okay, thanks.

-- Bye.
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[personal profile] hypercompetent
[ A little while after that disaster of a video Stiles made in his body, Isaac is on the network, in Stiles' body. Said body is shirtless and literally every mole on his pale awkward frame is circled in red permanent marker. Also if you happen to be the body's owner, or body's boyfriend the manscaping Isaac has done is rather obvious.

With surprising ease he falls into the role of Stiles Stilinski.

Have you guys ever noticed how weird looking I really am? Seriously, look at all these moles.

[ He frowns before scratching the back of his neck. Okay, and really this all comes off like Isaac making fun of Stiles instead of actually being stiles... ]

No wonder I'm a virgin. No one really wants to date the weird twitchy dude that's benched every lacrosse game ever. I get it. So -- I figured I'd take a hint from Isaac and get rid of my stuff and start over fresh. Comic books included. I've got way too much plaid anyway.

[ Lips are pressed into a thin line, very reminiscent of a face Isaac would pull before the feed clicks off. Oh, it's on. ]
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[ everything is completely fine when this video post comes on. don't even be remotely alarmed.

the feed flickers and shows one isaac lahey, sitting in front of the camera with his hands folded together. he's in his room, sitting by a dresser. ]

Hello, Wonderland. My name's Isaac Lahey--

[ he reaches over, and opens a drawer.

it's legitimately full of scarves. ]

--and I have a problem.

[ he tries to keep a very, very serious face, and in that moment, it's mostly obvious that this is not exactly isaac. in fact, someone decided going for a "sorry we're dumb" lunch with stiles at the new diner would be a great idea.

bodyswapped stiles is on the case to torment isaac for however long they're stuck like this--gotta make the most of being stuck in someone else's body, right? the serious face shifts into a grin for a second, and he adds--]

So, if anybody's looking for some fashion accsesories, I've got an unholy amount to throw away. Or burn. Maybe I'll burn them. I'm working on this ten step path to healthiness and kicking my scarf addiction, and Wonderland, I'm looking forward to your support for the foreseeable future.

[ he winks, and then shuts the feed. GAME ON, LAHEY ]

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Mar. 17th, 2014 12:19 pm
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[ she's been missing for a month. cora doesn't know it for certain, but she can sense something is different about wonderland. it's the smell, the way the leaves crunched differently beneath her feet when she walked out of the woods earlier that day. she can't quite put her finger on what's different, but she knows that the world she had left behind earlier that morning (five weeks ago) has somehow shifted on its axis. ]

[ however, despite her suspicions, cora's not going to bother with the pleasantries. nor is she going to bother to ask. she doesn't do network posts — doesn't see the purpose in them — but she'd been out for a run in the woods. she'd gone out in hopes of pushing herself out of her negative headspace, but has only seemed to dive further in it. ]

Throw a dog a bone.

Anyone know any good jokes? Could use a couple. My brother doesn't smile much and it'd be nice to see him :) for once.

Or :D if I'm lucky.

[ ha ha. something is off and perhaps it's because derek hale has learnt how to smile. ]
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[Where on earth was he? This place was just too wild. On his way to the mansion, he got sidetracked and looked over the checkerboard field. It was actually pretty cool in his opinion, but he'd hate to be the guy that actually keeps this place trimmed and neat. Detouring to the hedge maze, he looked around, taking a tentative step past the entrance, peering down the different options of paths he could take. What could go wrong, right? With that in mind, he ventures into the maze, vowing to backtrack if he gets lost or comes across too many options.]

[Several twists and turns and dead ends, he may have gotten himself a bit lost. So far, his sense of smell was still screwy thanks to the plethora of smells mingling the air. Yeah, this was definitely a theme park with all those scents, new and old.]

[Reaching for his phone, Scott unlocks the display and pauses. What… happened to his phone? It's still his phone, but it seems different, somehow. He debates his actions for a moment, then activates the video call button. The camera display flicks to give him a tiny view of himself up in a corner and a red recording light.]

Um… Okay. I think I'm dreaming… a really weird dream.

[Scott ends the call without waiting for a response. Who would respond in his dream, anyway? Sheesh, what did he have to eat last night? As far as nightmares go, this was actually not too bad.]
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[The feed cuts on to reveal a teenage girl with one eyebrow partially raised and her lips pursed slightly in an obvious expression of irritation. Despite her best efforts at appearing only irritated, though, her eyes are shining with wariness that's bordering almost on fear.

And no wonder, really, considering behind her is what appears to be a part of a nondescript looking bedroom and then, well, nothing. Literally nothing more than the void of empty space. Space that she very nearly tumbled into upon her arrival, no less. Not that she's telling anyone that. No, she isn't looking to explain who she is or what happened when she showed up here. She just wants answers and, instead of asking in a polite manner, decides to just make her irritation at the situation known before biting out a singular question between practically clenched teeth.]

What. The. Hell?

[And that's it. Feel free to explain, if you'd like, or even stop by to see her in person if you're capable. She'll just be sitting here, questioning when, exactly, her life crossed that thin line between makes-sense-only-to-a-hunter to this.]
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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?
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[ The video broadcast is made at an uncomfortable 4 AM and for those who were around for the superhero Gotham event, it might be a familiar sight. It's Isaac, but he's dressed up in a suit and tie, donning a pair of sunglasses. ]


[ The face he's making however says that it is indeed not great. This is made completely clear by him pulling the sunglasses off. ]

Anyone noticed this place likes to pull you back at the most inopportune times?

[ That's it, that's the video broadcast. ]
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[ The face that pops up on the screen is kind of haggard, but still recognizable--it's Stiles, turning his feed on in what seems like mid motion. He skids around a corner of the mansion, recognizable as near the library, and stops for a second, panting, and mutters into the feed, finally addressing it. ] I am never watching anything remotely terrifying again, because somehow, someway, it will end up ruining my life.

These things're like every nerd's wet dream and nightmare at the same time, and I think they've only really got one way of getting killed. I mean, if they look at anything when its eyes are closed, they go full dementor and you're doomed to get old-age-ified into dust.So if they look at each other...

[ There was an actual point to this post though, and that was it. Stiles looks from left to right for a second, then carefully aims his camera at the ground, showing the skirt of one angel just around the corner from where he's standing, then around the other corner, where another one is nearby. ]

So, I'm either going to die or this is going to be freakin' brilliant.

[ he mutters "ohhhh my god I am definitely going to die" under his breath, realizes the video is still on, and clicks it off. No time to lose. ♥ ]

{ replies will most likely come from [personal profile] deputies, and action is totally cool too. ♥ }
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Man, okay, when I made a zombie contingency plan back in Beacon Hills? I was really not expecting it to actually happen! [ Hello wonderland! Long time no see. Well, not really, but someone's been keeping to himself lately. Stiles appears on the video feed in what looks like one of the prison cells, armed with--is that a baseball bat? That is definitely a baseball bat. He’s not alone, either, and he pans the camera out a little to show Allison Argent sitting with him, a little closer to the door. ]

I'm gonna try to lay it down here as quick as I can, alright? Zombie apocalypse, three rules. [ Three fingers go up. ] I’m not saying I’m an expert or anything but, dude, if you want someone who’s like a walking bestiary? Not me. Walking zombie movie nerd? I so got you.

Stiles, I don’t think-

[ There's a hand wave off screen--he's so got this! ] Right, so, like I was saying, three rules. One, double tap. Like, make sure something's really dead before you go around touching it. In fact, they're freakin' infection riddled corpses, so, better yet, don't touch them at all. And if you have to use something to scatter their brains everywhere, go for a knife or a club or, as I've been reliably informed in past situations, a metal bat. Not a wooden one. Those shatter.

Or, you know, if you don’t have the choice-

[ Not that he would know that or anything. TRUCKING ON. ] But like, guns and shit take more time to reload, and then if you run out of ammo you're boned. Unless you’re Allison, because she could probably shoot out a zombie’s eye from a moving truck, Kate Bishop style. [ And throwing a grin at her, yep.

to which she is kind of just rolling her eyes. not that the video feed can see, of course, but she is. ]

Two, uh, don't stop moving if you get the chance--I mean, anything's safe, yeah, but it's not safe forever. It's ten times easier for the Night of the Living Dead to go all gungho in your body parts if you're making a camp where you sit around and sing kumbaya every now and then.

And three, you remember all those like really horrible ironic shirts about duct tape? It literally does fix anything, just--call me a knight in shining armor. [ He flashes a little bit of a grin to the screen and offers his arms, covered in silver tape up to just before his elbows. ] It's hard to get through duct tape with a knife, and it's not gonna be a perfect fix, but it might buy you some time. And I mean, it's kind of awkward and sticky at first? But you get used to it.

[ There's a two second pause, and he makes a face. ] I definitely didn't think I was going to actually have to go to the frickin' duct tape armor. When this event is over and I rip off all my arm hair it better be worth it.

[ There are a lot more rules than that, actually--things like, if your friend gets bitten you have to be ready to kill them--but Stiles doesn't think he can say that out loud, let alone instruct other people to do it, so he just tries for a lopsided grin and a voice that sounds like his dad's. ] Stick together, and hey, man, when this is over, we can all brag we survived the zombie apocalypse. Jussay--hey!

[ and it’s right then that the video feed gets ripped from stiles’ hands. there’s a lot of movement, and some muffled arguing, and when the feed does finally come to it looks like allison is arguing with someone (stiles) off-screen ]

No, Stiles, seriously- [ right, camera feed, allison gives an awkward smile to the video, a quick glance to stiles offscreen, and then she’s back. ] Not to, you know, discredit what Stiles said or anything-

[ but she is. kinda. just a little. ]

Because it was totally fine! [ He pipes up from the background, but more put out than angry. ]

Find something that doesn’t need ammo- like he was talking about the baseball bat. Honestly, a pipe or a stick that’s thick enough that it won’t break. Doesn’t have to be a bat. [ have another look, stiles. (To which she immediately receives one in return, because he and this bat have been through some trusty times that almost worked together, thank you very much!) ] Don’t let them bite you, and don’t ingest any kind of liquid from them. Cover as much of yourself as you can. I’m not sure exactly how these zombies- [ stiles your snicker isn’t appreciated thank you ] work, but whatever happens don’t let them bite you. Long sleeves, duct tape, whatever. Also- [ what allison holds up is a long-bow, and she carries it like she knows what she’s doing. she gives a look to the camera like yes okay I carry a bow around with me what are you going to do about it before she sets it done. ] Anything long-range will help, a lot. Stay as far away from them as you can but don’t be afraid to take them out. Go for the head, or the neck, and keep going.

If you need help, call out. The jail’s not that big and some of us-
[ some, being a key word here ] -will be making rounds, just trying to take out as many of these things as we can. If you need help, just ping me or- [ okay so she’s not as happy about saying this but she goes with it anyway ] Stiles. Either way, we should be able to come help.

[ Stiles nods at her, then at the feed, waving two fingers at it, tone a little sarcastic. ] So basically, guys, just try not to act like your typical white-male-jock-horror-movie-protag, and you'll be ace. Keep your heads up. [ And with that, he cuts the feed. ]

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[It's bright and early Thanksgiving morning that Dean appears on screen. Well, maybe not bright- he's sending this out at the sharp point of six in the morning, and the sun's not quite up yet. He doesn't sleep much, especially not when he's got stuff to do, and he's been thinking about this ever since the leaves started changing.

The plan was to do most of the work on his own, but standing there in the kitchen, flour coating most of the surfaces, flour sticking to his cheek, flour everywhere... in retrospect, maybe he could use a little help.

So he sends out a broadcast, figuring people'll stumble on it whenever they wake up during the day, and it'll kill two birds with one stone. He can wrangle help from the people that are willing, and it'll give a few hours notice to anyone that decides to just partake in the eating part.

Either way, his tight smile looks distinctly harried when he starts talking.]


[Sort of a generic, broad greeting.]

I'm, uh- not really sure how much most of you guys know about America- or... you know, Earth, but whatever. The point is, we've got this holiday in America called Thanksgiving, and it's pretty much the best holiday that exists anywhere ever.

[Oh, Dean... You don't have to lie to the nice people.]

There's a long drawn-out crappy historical story about Native Americans and Pilgrims, but since like half of you don't even know what those things are, I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Point is, every year on the last Thursday of November, families all get together and eat a crapload of food until they feel like they're gonna pass out, and talk about stuff they're grateful for. But mostly, it's all about the food and the putting up with one another. I figure, well, we're all kinda stuck here, right? That's about as close to family as some of us're ever gonna get, and- yeah, some of you are family to me. But even if you're not, I thought we ought to have a real Thanksgiving. Kinda put all the crap that's been going on behind us for a day while we stuff our faces with something that isn't... you know, each other.

[He shrugs a little. Zombies, man. Like it or not, somebody tried to eat somebody that last event.]

So, I figure we'll do that up in the bar around six. In the meantime... If anyone doesn't suck in the kitchen, I could... seriously use a hand. Or like twelve hands. I got like eight turkeys that ain't gonna stuff themselves, if I have to peel one more potato I'll shoot myself, and I'm pretty sure the oven just called me a name.

[He's not joking. It rhymed with rooshrag. He scowls at it, and it... Doesn't do anything. Because it's an inanimate object. In his defense, it does look particularly menacing about not being sentient. It's a sure sign that if he's left alone in that kitchen he's going to lose his mind and bake himself into 2 and 20 blackbird pies.

With that said, he cuts the feed.]


[Later that night, the bar is decked out in holiday themed decor. There are paper hand turkey strings and decorative leaves, tables are pushed together into long, room-spanning lines and covered with nice white table clothes. There's enough food to feed a small army and then some, and it ranges from the traditional things (turkey, mashed potatoes, corn) to... less commonly found items (white rice, cucumber sandwiches, bowls of gummy bears). In typical bar fashion, the beer is bottomless and abundant.

The whole place looks damn nice, which is good because Dean seems to be a hair away from having some kind of damn breakdown and stabbing someone with a two-pronged fork. People can serve themselves and fight for elbow room, but as far as the host is concerned, his mission is accomplished and the only thing he needs in his life is a giant flagon of beer and a viking-sized turkey leg.]


[This broadcast is post-dated 1 week, and officially going to take place on the holiday itself. To make sure everyone has time to tag at their leisure around their holiday plans, I just wanted to get it up in advance, so feel free to take your time / prioritize the event / postpone until after the holiday / whatever your jam is!

This is a mingle log! Please feel free to make use of the sub-threads, tag around, multi-person threads promote holiday togetherness, all that good stuff! The invitation is nice and broad, so everyone is welcome! Happy holidays! C:]
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cut for tl;dr )

[So Castiel does something rare and records a message of himself on his phone, broadcasting it to the rest of the mansion. His expression is as flat as always, but there might be a hint of grimness to it for anyone who knows him well enough to pick up the subtle differences.]

I haven't had much interaction with the Mirrors myself, but I've heard enough to understand how dangerous they can be. I think I may be able to offer some assistance.

[His gaze drops down to his hand.]

This is untested for the moment, but it's possible I can disable its consciousness in your mind, to give... if nothing else, a small reprieve. If you're able to arrest control for long enough, you can contact me and I'll offer whatever help that I can.

[The feed shakes and tilts as he moves to turn it off, but then he pauses, remembering something. His face appears again, though slightly closer than before, and off-center.] For those who don't know me, my name is Castiel.
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[The video is askew when the feed opens, giving a very clear – though oddly angled – shot of someone’s neck. Pale flesh and a black v-neck sweater. Nothing flashy, but the build easily identifies the person holding the device as a man. It’s also painfully obvious that the person holding the device has no idea that it’s even on, especially when he starts shaking it.]

This thing doesn’t even have any buttons. How am I supposed to call someone without buttons?

[At least, it doesn’t have buttons like anything he’s ever seen. He sounds a little more distressed than the situation probably warrants, really.]

I just figured out how to use my other phone. I even told Harmony I didn’t want a replacement, I don’t care if it’s subsidized. This thing doesn’t— piece of crap—

[Yeah, he has no idea where this thing came from - he can only assume that it was on his person before he got here. His first week in Wonderland was a headache and a half, and he's not sure the second has gone much better. He's disoriented, to say the least, and that tends to make for a cranky Champion.

There’s a low growl of frustration as he slams it against a hard surface, probably a wall or a table – and it’s only then that he catches a glimpse of the screen and realizes that he’s being recorded in some capacity. He looks momentarily bewildered, but quickly schools his expression and frowns deeply, swallowing down any potential embarrassment.


Guess it’s— it’s on, huh.

[He clears his throat softly. Smooth. Very smooth.]

I was just testing to make sure it was durable. You know. Things can get pretty rough out there. Uh, passed with flying colors, for the record.
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[ The feed cuts on to reveal the ground. Tall blades of grass stay in focus, but a growl cuts through the silence. Shifting and more growling can be heard. The camera shakes as it's lifted from the grass. It finally catches a glimpse of skin. A hip bone? The camera pans up a bare chest slowly until Jackson is looking at the screen. Bright blue eyes looking incredibly wild. There's no one here to bring him back from his first werewolf shift. Lydia's not in sight and he can't hear her voice. Her key is missing and he doesn't know how to control this. He's a fully formed wolf now and he certainly doesn't look happy about it at all.

He growls once more at it and hears a noise. He whirls around to find the source, but can't make it out from this distance. He drops the communicator eventually. It's the sky now. It doesn't matter to Jackson that he's naked or that he's no longer in the warehouse. Or maybe it does matter. Maybe it's the lack of familiarity that has Jackson pushing forward and wanting to run away from the still running feed. He's not going to stick around and discover more problems so he runs. He looks down at the screen briefly and tilts his head. ]
--Lydia? [ Are the only words he speaks. She's the last thing he remembers before the shift started. His voice is rough and animal. It doesn't sound human. It's more of a growl than anything else.

It catches one last glimpse of Jackson as he runs from the camera. It's unclear where he's headed. He could he heading for the house or he could be trying to find refuge somewhere in the woods. None of these things are good ideas, but it's clear that Jackson isn't in control of anything that he's doing right now. He's finally received the gift that he's always wanted. He's accepted the bite, but his control has been swapped out.]

note: he can't respond via video, but you're welcome to notice it via video and transfer to action. it's a weird tag. come hunt the rampaging wolfman.
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[ The thing about being a superhero is that, while it's incredibly rewarding emotionally, emotional fulfillment definitely doesn't pay the bills. And when you're a couple of teenage superheroes trying not to die, save millions of lives, and get the girl (even if it's only partially successful), it's easy to forget about when the electrical bill is due.

But Stiles "The Spark" Stilinski is a planner, and since he can't just believe money into existence (believe him, he has, in fact, tried), he's got a better idea for how to get new cases. ]

No one said it had to be subtle. )
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I have a question for everyone! I've just thought of it now, suddenly, and I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts on the matter!

I've heard stories about Superheroes, you know. There have never been any Superheroes native to Wonderland, of course, but sometimes they pass through now and then. They're very interesting, with all their colorful costumes and powers and gadgets!

But I was wondering - what makes a Superhero super? Where do they come from? How do they get so super in the first place? Is there a Superhero factory, perhaps, where you drop an ordinary person in one end and they come out the other more super than ever? Or maybe there's an entire world of Superheroes where Superheroes aren't terribly super because everyone is super! If that makes any sense at all, which it might not. I've never been known to make much sense.

But does anyone know how Superheroes are so super? Is there something that makes them super? I suppose what I'm asking is...could anyone do it?
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[ As someone with a policeman--not just a policeman, but a sheriff--father, Stiles Stilinski has gotten very good at two things. One, (1), is learning how to look at evidence and make connections, because he's his father's son and the two of them have solved cases together before, much to his dad's chagrin. Two?

Two is sneaking out after "curfew".

So it's after ten pm that Stiles slipped out of the room he'd more or less been barricaded in with the rest of the people from Beacon Hills. It's a little more difficult than usual, considering he's currently in a room with three werewolves, but Stiles does the whole mannekin under the covers trick (thanks Ferris Bueller), and slips out into the hallway late at night. It's probably a little suspicious and definitely exactly what he's not supposed to be doing, but the teenager makes his way towards the cafeteria, and stops at the edge of the crime scene. The amount of blood makes his stomach do a flip, and Stiles turns his head down to look away, briefly considering turning around and going right back to bed, because nope, but a part of him feels like he's sort of duty bound to do this. It's what his dad would be doing if he was here, and if he has the means for it, he needs to act on it. Besides, he's curious, damn it, and curiosity plus law-related-guilt equals one super high school level sidekick step forward, on socked feet, and it's when he takes out his device to take notes that he accidentally clicks on the text feed. It was clearly meant to be private notes.]

- creepy high school replacement for the diner
- m.o., convenience. unsub was looking for someone to kill, wrong place, wrong time.
- unsub male, removal of skin/muscle like clinical [ew] despite crap weapon
- remains disposed of in the trash can (already found by someone)
-call scott/derek/anyone to check them but i think i know what's going to be missing already
-possible case of lecter-ing
- find someone in this damn place who knows how to dust for fingerprints

[ He's not the first person to go over the room, but that doesn't mean Stiles doesn't trust the judgement of the people who've already looked--he's just being careful. His dad always said that it was important to get fresh eyes on crime scenes, which is why half the time he (begrudgingly) let Stiles look over cases with him. So the nosy teenager is currently scouring the cafeteria top to bottom for evidence, carefully avoiding bloodied footprints, and taking pictures of everything he can with his device. He's trying not to make a lot of noise, but seeing as how it's Stiles, and he's sort of talking to himself as it goes, it mostly just makes it sound like there's someone bustling around in a room where a murder took place.

Watch out, he's easily startled. (And also a sitting duck.)

{{ feel free to run into him skulking around in the hallways, or in the room! c: text/video/voice/action, whatever whatever. ♥ }} ]
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Secrets. [ There's a dry laugh, something wearied and underscored with years and years of self-loathing and disappointment. ] People'll kill to keep some stuff under wraps. And a lot of the others're just broadcasting out the worst things they've done. Stealing, lying, a murder--

[ There's a stretch of silence, now. What would it be like, to have more normalized worries, to only have something mildly mortifying to look back on and regret? ]

... I'm not doing either. Can't-- Won't. Killing someone isn't worth that. But I'm not going with this story time of twisted crap, either. I--

[ The things he'd done are, in his own mind, far past the point of sharing and caring. ]

I can't forgive myself for it all, but I can't talk about it, either. So if it comes out, it comes out.
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Hey, uh - question?

[ Why is he asking he if he can ask a question? Probably being polite, as is per usual, even if he won't get a response. The face on the feed is kind, if a touch confused when looked at close enough - but then again, he face always has something close to an inquisitive stare, even when there's no question to be asked.

Right now, however, there is!

I think back home it was like November when I came to Wonderland. And then, I've been here for... two months, maybe?

[ He looks like he's struggling with the math, leaning away from the device to scratch the back of his neck. Really, it's just a lot to think about - jumbled up timelines and months overlapping and all that. Nexuses is freaky shit yo, and Scott ain't about that lifestyle. ] So, to me it's January. But on the calender here, it says that August just passed.

I mean - the whole point is my birthday was on August 23rd, but it hasn't been a year since my last birthday. [ do you see what he's getting at, because it took him awhile to make sense of it. He's not mad that his birthday went by unnoticed, not really, there were about fifty other more important things and a not-really-birthday was the least of his concerns. ]

The question is, am I seventeen or eighteen? [ A pause, and he clicks his tongue, chuckling a bit. ]

Either way, we're celebrating! Show up at the pool and we can party. Let's say half an hour?

[ click! ]

( ooc: EDIT forgot to mention!! i'm not posting a log, so all party threads can go in here! feel free to bounce around the action threads when people start posting them THREAD HOP THREAD HOP THREAD HOP )
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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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[ If there is one thing that Derek doesn't like, it's the concept of a network like this. Back home, he hated the idea of Facebook and other social sites, because it meant others would be able to track what he was doing. Besides, what was the point of the damn thing when all you had to do was pick up the phone or go and see them in person?

He didn't have problems with technology, just with social networking.

Still, he winds up utilizing the network that's at his disposal now, sounding intensely disgruntled and... wet, actually. There's a distinct sloshing sound like wet clothes, and faint dripping as he tries to shake himself out.

Hilarious. I really appreciate getting dumped into yet another pool without my consent. [ For as drenched as he is, his tone is dry as a desert right now. There's a moment where his words (at least I wasn't paralyzed this time) are muffled-- his hand passing over his face, swiping water away-- before he exhales with annoyance. ]

... Scott? Stiles? [ A pause. ] Peter?

Where the hell...

[ He's going to stay calm, and he's going to shake himself off and get away from the pool before some scaled monster winds up coming along and keeping in it for two hours. He's not particularly interested in repeat performances, especially since this pool isn't one that he knows. ]

An explanation would be nice.


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