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No decent person wants a war. However, after the carnival's not-so-Grand Finale, we may not have much of a say in the matter. I propose a spot of basic training. It won't be the first boot camp I've supervised.

[ she exhales and steadies her attention on the device. revealing this sliver of herself is easier than she'd anticipated. it helps, perhaps, that she's shared elements of her story with some acquaintances and friends. details, doled out slowly and in more personal conversations. either way, she volunteers nothing else about her relevant work experience unless asked. ]

If you've never seen combat before, I can show you the fundamentals. If you have, then there is no harm in a refresher. Participation is voluntary. My aim isn't to make soldiers, but to make damn certain we're as ready as we can be. Because there is wisdom in arming yourself with tools you hope won't ever have to use.

We'll begin with a focus on preparedness, on physical conditioning, and on self-defense. Morning through noon, Monday through Saturday, at 0800. The grassy field by the Checkerboard Hills. Come every day, every second day, every third or fourth if you like. But don't you dare be late; I won't tolerate tardiness.

[ and then she waits, leaving the feed open and steeling herself for inevitable conversation. sharp-eyed observers might realize this is the first time peggy carter has addressed the network publicly since her arrival. and back then, ten months ago, it had been via text only. it seems the threat of a war on the horizon has turned her uncommonly chatty. ]
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YO.

[The video starts abruptly with a far-too-close shot of Taako's face.]

DID YOU GUYS KNOW I HAVE A SISTER?!

[Taako opens a fist against his temple, making a noise akin to an explosion.]

So many things make sense now. Like, a bunch of my life, actually. Because I just remembered it.

[There's a loud "WOO!" in the background. Taako grins.]

Right?! Right, Lup is the sister. My sister.

[Really? The one who looks just like you? Everyone is shocked.]

But yeah, uh, so. Basically this place can suck less than 100% sometimes. I guess.

[He snorts, shakes his head, and with that, ends the feed.]
voidfished: (« [Pensive] do what i must)
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[Lucretia opens up the video balanced cleanly in front of her, sitting on one of the tables in the library. She can be seen in one of the armchairs, not in her imposing robes of last time, but in a simpler button-up and slacks. Her same white staff sits nearby, leaned on the edge of the chair, and her familiar blue and silver journal sits in her lap. Specifically, it's open to a new page, her pen already placed at the top.]

While we have our downtime between action here, I have a question to pose all of you. How does magic work in your world, if you know of any at all? Can anyone use it, or must it be given? And even for those who do not, what is the impression of it, if any?

[She smiles, looking down at her journal and preparing to write.]

I am more than happy to talk about how it functions in my world, as well. I've been studying it for quite some time. Consider my curiosity piqued for the chance to learn more outside of my typical circumstances.

[And maybe find some allies in this place that may be useful for magically escaping. Regardless, she looks inviting, and certainly good for discussion.]

voice;

Feb. 24th, 2018 04:47 pm
eatsyourscience: (I am tired of tears and laughter)
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[Souji's been feeling reflective lately, thinking over some things. It's elicited a question that he himself isn't sure he can answer. He wants to find out if others can, so, after some deliberation about whether or not it's a good idea, he takes to the network to ask.]

If you were able to change something in your life at home, what would it be?

[He's not sure he'll even get any answers. It's kind of a personal question. But he's hoping that some people will respond, if only to help him think through things himself.]
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Action prompt with DDLC spoilers and content warnings behind cut )

[Network]

[By the time Sayori's discovered her phone, she's not much calmer than she was before... but it's not like anyone can hear or see her over text anyway. Time to put on her best cheerful smile!]

Hello!! Does this phone belong to anyone? I just found it, but I'd hate to use it if it's someone else's (つ﹏<。)

Ohh and my name is Sayori! I just kind of... woke up here? This place is too big to be my room!!
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Excuse me... I found this old phone on the ground.

[ And when he'd tried to dial a number for the police he couldn't get it to work, but it seemed to be working okay now..? If this feed was actually going to anyone, anyway. He sure hoped so. ]

I was wondering if anyone out there has a working phone? I seemed to misplace mine. I'd like to call a taxi if that's possible.

[ The last thing he wanted to do was spend the night in some weird large building. ]

video.

Feb. 20th, 2018 06:44 am
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Whoa! Okay, I think I've got it.

[ The young man on screen looks rather disheveled, and very flustered. He tries for a smile, but it collapses into a sheepish grimace halfway, and he looks away from the camera. ]

W-well, I can say this wasn't where I expected to end up when I opened the door to my apartment... Man, maybe I've been overdoing it with all that overtime.

Umm, hi there, if anyone's listening. This place isn't dangerous, is it? Should I be worried?

[ He reaches up to rub at the back of his neck. ]

I hope this thing's on. Can anyone hear me?
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[ Pepper looks a little harried today, but nothing serious. Her setting is an airy, modern-looking office type area - clearly part of her room that she's modified herself. ]

Is there anyone available to help me move something large and awkward through a doorway? Or out a window, I guess, I'm not picky.

[ Dare you ask? ]
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[ When Liv appears on the screen, she's in a nice off-white sweater with a hint of gold sparkle to it, full face of makeup and nervously smiling. She gives a wave, then lets out a breath she's been holding. ]

I have a confession. And some of you know. Some of you who know me don't know, and everyone else...

[ She pauses, looking down a little. Is this the right thing? Hell if she knows. It's not like she's in a place the size of Seattle. Maybe now's the time to just come clean. ]

The rest of you don't need to know but uh...at this point if someone found out by word of mouth I feel like it'd suck more, so.

My name is Liv. I've been living here since the summer. And...I'm a zombie.

[ She pauses for a beat. ]

Obviously from a different zombie world than the rest of you. I'll answer your questions now: Yes, I eat what you think I eat but the closet provides it for me. I only act like the maniac you'd expect when I'm hurt unexpectedly and then I'm super strong and just kind of...grunty. But I can help, I do help. I've saved people. I've died here. Yes, I'm technically dead right now, but I still look great?

I guess those are the hard-hitting questions. If you have any others I'll be here to answer them.

Please don't try to kill me. I'll just come back.

So I guess that's it. Now you all know, and I can breathe easier. Ish. Well, not breathe. Whatever, you know what I mean.
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[the video feed opens to Wynonna sitting behind the bar, pouring herself a glass of whiskey before she speaks.]

So as some of you might know, I'm Wynonna. Or maybe you don't, I don't use this thing a lot, not to make posts of my own usually. [well, there was that time she anonymously hit up the network for romantic advice b u t she is not bringing that up today.]

Anyway, I'm not here to talk about me, I'm here to talk about what I plan on doing. So it seems like quite a few people have been sent home recently and that has led Damon's Bar on the fourth floor without an owner. I plan on rectifying that and taking it over if no one has any objections. I know we have several other bars but this is the one I've spent the most time at in my six months here and I would hate to see it just get abandoned, you know?

I was debating renaming it but if Damon could never be assed to figure out a better name than Damon's Bar than I don't see why I should be. We can call it a fitting tribute or something like that. To those who are no longer with us.

And if you worked there before, or want to work there now, hit me up, I don't really have experience running a bar so I'm going to need all the help I can get. Though some people are going to be helping whether they want to or not. They know who they are.

[Waverly and Doc, mostly. Sorry guys. You are slaves to Wynonna's whims.]

I want to try to keep some of the events they had going like karaoke nights and book clubs -- though someone else will have to run the book club . I am not much of a reader -- and I think they had a speed dating/speed making friends thing too. I was also thinking of adding occasional ladies nights -- no boys allowed -- because we have some fucking awesome women here and that always needs to be celebrated. I thought maybe the first one could be on the 13th of this month -- I know I've heard people call that day Galentine's Day and I don't know much about it honestly because I didn't have a lot of friends back home but I'm willing to learn.

And I'm spent. That's all, folks.

[and with that she tosses back the whiskey and then the feed shuts off.]
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Hey, can you hear me? Am I coming through?

[ Monika's eye appears on the screen briefly, then disappears with a screech of static. The screen flickers, and after a few more odd noises, she clears her throat and appears fully, smiling cheerfully as ever. ]

Hi there, everyone! I'm Monika! Uh, if you couldn't tell already, I'm new here. But I'm sure you're always hearing people say that, right?

[ People. That's a thought. Her face warms. ]

Anyway, I know we're in a weeeird situation, but I hope we can all make the best of it! I've found that the easiest way to brighten up a bad time is to get creative~ So I spent a little time writing this. It's always nice to write your thoughts out, you know?

[ She helpfully holds up her work and lets it fill the screen for everyone to see. Go on, take your time! ]


Read more... )

[ The poem disappears and there she is, still! Smiling! Yay, poetry! ]

Ahaha, I got a little experimental today. I hope you don't mind. [ She looks sheepish. ] I'm usually only good with free verse, but I'm really proud of the results!

Anyway! I'm glad to get to know you all, because I love making new friends! [ She holds up a finger. ] In honor of the occasion, here's Monika's Writing Tip of the Day! Sometimes, you'll have to make very hard decisions about editing your work. You might even end up having to start all over! But don't let it discourage you. Writing is a dirty process, so getting your hands messy is inevitable. Let it help you grow!

[ Monika gives another smile, softer this time, and waves as she shuts off the feed. Time for a fresh start! ]
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[Taako stares at the camera. For a moment, it looks like he's gonna just turn everything back off again. But then he blows out a sigh and begins speaking.]

Look, I know people, like, go back and forth all the time. So maybe it's just, like, a quickie. But still, uh.

[With a wave of his hand, a small hologram appears in front of the camera. It's a little boy in glasses and fancy clothes.]

Anybody seen this nerd? His name is Angus. Uh. It's been a while since I saw him, so.

[NOT THAT HE CARES OR ANYTHING.]

Just, y'know, with all the weird Candlenights stuff. Maybe he's just eating cookies somewhere.

[Yeah. That's it.]

Uh, speaking of, those cookies are crazy magical. Like, you all probably figured that by now, but if you didn't. Like, don't eat them, maybe? I don't really care, though.

[And with that-- and an oddly troubled look --he shuts the feed off.]

[Video]

Dec. 13th, 2017 11:25 pm
didntknowbest: (Warmth)
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Holiday Greetings! This is Toriel!

You know, this really is a wonderful time of year, is it not? There is so much cheer, and gifts being exchanged, and this year, everything is made of delicious sweets! And if you do not want to eat the mansion, there are even these delightful baskets of cookies! Really, everyone should try some of them.

I hope that everyone is having a happy holiday!

[Those who are familiar with Toriel might notice that she's being just... a bit more energetic and positive than usual. They might also notice it if they happen to pass her by in the hallways, or find her in the kitchen in the process of baking what must be thousands of christmas cookies, wearing a little santa hat and humming christmas music to herself.]

Video

Dec. 10th, 2017 12:45 pm
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[Stan isn't really sure how to begin this message, or what say first. The beginning of the post catches him in a rare moment of being entirely unsure what to say. There's a German Shepard by his side who nudges him and whines a little, as if it knows he's sad. There's two cats curled up nearby, but both intently watching what's going on.]

Shh, don't make this harder!

[He's not a total monster though, so he scritches behind the dog's ears as he talks.]

So, uh. ...I've got a couple animals I need to re-home. This dog's Newt, and that cat over there's Archie. I think they're short for Newton and Archi...medes?

[He looks at the cat as if for confirmation, and the cat looks vaguely put out by the question and meows at him.]

...Anyway, um. They belonged to my brother Stanford, but...his room's all empty and they kinda wandered down the hall to me, and I can't take care of four animals. Heck, I can barely take care of myself half the time! I've still got my cat Freeloader here, and his owl's pretty good at takin' care of himself-- [There's a hoot off-screen.] --but the other two...they need someone else to look after 'em. The cat's got six toes on his paws, and the dog's good for, uh. [He's making an attempt to be discrete about his brother's PTSD business.] ...Emotional stuff, I guess.

[Stan sounds tired. He should have known this would happen sooner or later, but he wasn't ready for it at all. He'd gotten too comfortable with Ford being around. But, at least needing to give away his animals will let him spread the news that Ford's gone without talking about Ford being gone. He should be used to being alone, but it stings even more now that they had patched things up.

He takes a deep breath, and says the only thing that might betray how terrible he feels to anyone who knows him. He won't look at the screen, and makes none of his usual showman gestures.
]

They're free to a good home, first come first serve.

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Dec. 10th, 2017 02:46 pm
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I'm seeing a lot of shoddy 'let me out of here or I'll start stabbing people/shooting people/blowing the place up' attempts at introductions lately, and really, it's starting to get boring.

We get it. Barely anyone actually wants to be here, but if you're going to open with threats, at least try to be inventive about it.

But here's a heads up. No one is impressed by your metaphorical dick-waving. Put it away and at least try to act like you're a civilised person. We put up with worse than you and your shit at least once every couple of months.

If anyone actually tries to start a one man riot, I will personally turn them into a fucking pigeon, and they can go into time out on the roof.
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[Emma has read what information has been made available, she’s walked the grounds and the corridors of some of the mansion’s ground floor, and she’s combed through what public postings she could find to look through on the device she’d found in the pocket opposite of where she kept her own phone. She’s been digging for evidence since she got here, but what she’s found?

She’s not buying it. The message that comes through is voice only, not wanting to reveal her face or her exact location right away-- though she’s pretty damn sure that whoever’s responsible for this is watching her and has a good idea of where she is, if not who.]


Look. I know someone is out there listening.

[She doesn’t know exactly who, but someone.]

This game of yours? I’m not interested. I don’t know how you got me here, or how you set all this up. Maybe it’s some messed-up alternate reality game, but I didn’t opt in for any of this. I don’t care how elaborate it is, or how much work went into it-- my kid is at home waiting for me, and I am not screwing around.

[Her tone is hard, angry rather than anxious, determination winning out over uncertainty.]

‘Wonderland.’ Cute, but I’m not impressed. All I want is for you to point me towards the exit. You can do me a solid and we can do this the easy way-- or we can do it the hard way. Trust me, whatever weird stuff you might be into, I can promise you won’t be happy if we go that route.

[She stays on the line, just to wait for any kind of possible response-- but she doesn’t really know what to expect. This entire thing has her out of her depth, even if she’s not willing to admit it.]
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( video )
[Kanji hadn't hung around what would probably end up serving as a 'safe zone' for long when he'd woken up to find that Wonderland had changed. All of it was intensely familiar-- the architecture, the steam, the tense feeling that had always come over him any time he and the rest of the team had to revisit the bathhouse inside the TV for any reason. None of them were ever too thrilled to go back to the dungeons that had been created by their own hearts.

He heads up a couple of floors, just to see how extensive the change is. Just like he thought, the corridors are still winding, and they seem to shift after leaving a floor and then returning to it. That means there's plenty of ways for people to get lost, and once he confirms that there are definitely shadows on the loose, he decides it's safest to assume the worst. If there are shadows, then there could be capital 'S' Shadows too.

When he does address the network, he's still a few floors up, and the scenery behind him is hard to make out through all the steam. The bathhouse corridors seem to go on forever, and he grimaces as he uses his thumb to wipe a little bit of fog away from the camera to get a better picture.]


Uh... so this one's on me.

[No question about it.]

If you can't fight, you're probably better off stayin' near the bottom floor-- this place is crawlin' with shadows. Even then, find a friend and stay close. Can't guarantee that any place will stay safe, but I've checked out the first couple of floors so far, and the shadows-- uh, monsters there ain't too aggressive. If you guys remember that tower we were all climbin' a few weeks back, it's a little like that, but... not?

[He's helpful. Full of helpful information.]

But I gotta warn you. Last time I was here... there was this shadow that looked a lot like me. Said he was me, except he was sayin' all this shit I'd never say. I dunno if that's gonna happen this time, but in case it does? If you run into someone who looks like you, no matter what they say, you gotta accept it-- even if it's real shitty. It's a part of you, an' that's okay. We all got shitty parts. If you refuse 'em, though, things get real bad. Like, people dyin' kinda bad. I don't want anyone here gettin' hurt.

[He exhales. This is getting long-winded, but it kind of has to be, doesn't it?]

Whatever happens while we're here, I'm gonna do whatever I can to help keep people safe. Just don't run off on your own, okay? Nobody gets through this kinda thing without their friends.

( action )
[Kanji returns to the first floor not long after he sends out his message. First things first; he needs to gear up. He uses one of the lockers there to try to get his hands on some basic supplies-- food and water are important if they're going to be here for any length of time. A weapon is easy to come by: he grabs hold of one of the folding chairs near the showers and tucks it under his arm before he goes in search of people he knows, just to get a good idea of where his friends are at to make sure they're being safe. He'll check in on people he doesn't know, too: making sure that they're armed and ready to protect themselves, and that they're using some sort of buddy system.

It's not long before he decides to head up again. Back home, the shadows never came down to invade the first floor, but that was because the team was working their way up and fighting them off-- they didn't give the shadows the chance to spread beyond the bathhouse, and he's not taking any chances now. While he's fighting his way through, he'll be keeping an eye out for anyone else who might be exploring, prepared to jump in and help where he's needed.

He remembers what it was like. Even knowing he'd had something like his Shadow inside of him, it had still been almost impossible to face it head-on, because he hadn't wanted to admit to what it had twisted his feelings into. Even if they've been warned of what's ahead, he knows not everyone is going to be able to accept what they see and hear. Luckily, that's what's friends are for.]
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[Oh look, it’s Mabel and Dipper again. And… Well, Mabel is crowding in front of the camera right now, so it’s more “Mabel and Dipper’s face squished off to the side. SHE IS VERY EXCITED OKAY.]

Good morning, Wonderfriends! ...Or whatever the time is, since time’s relative here.

Are you tired of not knowing what’s really going on? Are the pamphlets you get when you arrive just too boring and lack both detailed information and color. Do you really not know who all those people who announce events are and why they’re so important?

Well, look no further, ‘cause Angel Investigations has the guide for you.


[Dipper finally manages to push Mabel out of the way enough to get his face more firmly in view, shooting her a frustrated look in the process. WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS.]

Not that the pamphlets aren't great! [EVIE IS HIS HERO HE WILL SAY NOTHING AGAINST HER HARD PAMPHLET WORK.] But they really just scratch the surface and, well, once you're a little more settled in, sometimes you might want all the information in one convenient place rather than having to go digging for it.

[He holds up a small booklet.]

Presenting Dipper and Mabel's guide to Wonderland! Your one stop guide for detailed Wonderland basics.

[Mabel pushes her way back into frame again, gripping Dipper’s shoulders in a sort of hug-tackle so he’ll stay down.] With drawings made by me! Mabel!

[He pushes his way up again, squeezing into the bottom of the frame and scowling.]

And useful information compiled and summarized by me, Dipper.

[He straightens, trying to look as professional as he can considering Mabel basically has him in a headlock.]

We've also got a digital version for people who like having less paper. Come down to Angel Investigations and get your copy today!
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[Magnus turns on his device and before he shows himself he pans over a table (one that looks very well carved though not entirely finished yet) that is covered by many carved wooden ducks. As it pans across the room to show off the ducks, all of his carpentry tools can be seen scattered about and the room is absolutely covered in sawdust.]

[He turns the camera back toward himself, looking like he hasn't gotten a lot of sleep over the last few days since the event has ended. Though you know what he's gotten a lot of?]

[Duck carving.]

So I may have started stress carving once I got access back to my tools. Anyone want a wood duck? They're kinda my specialty.

Also, if anyone else noticed a broken table in the library from this weekend, I'm working on replacing it with a new one since I may have broken one of them during the event. Though the one I'm making is gonna be a lot sturdier than the last, so really I did everyone a favor by breaking that table.

[Because that's the important part to focus on. Not the fact that he broke it in the first place and certainly not why he broke the table...]

Anyway, I'm on the third floor if anyone is interested.

voidfished: (« [Concern] or don't do that)
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[When the camera turns on, it's focused on an older woman, easily in her late 50's, with short, white curled hair. Her deep blue robes and ornate staff, coupled with her rather serious expression, make her a rather imposing figure. She's holding a blue and silver bound journal, which she seems to be scribbling fervently in until she notices the device is on, and she re-steadies it quickly to give her message.]

I would like to request an audience with whoever seems to have summoned me to their, uhm... lovely home. I understand that there are many who require my attention, but my situation is rather urgent, and I can't spare any time at the moment.

[As the message goes on, she seems increasingly tense, gripping harder to her staff and seemingly obviously distracted.]

Provided this is broadcasting to more than one person, any help would be appreciated.

[Quickly, she reaches out, fumbling with a few buttons before the feed cuts.]
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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Oct. 15th, 2017 03:58 pm
livemoore: (⚰ 111)
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[ She's felt so restless for a number of different reasons, and she keeps picking up her device, not sure who she's wanting to reach out to, who she wants to be reaching out to, so finally, she just addresses the network at large. ]

So, getting drunk for multiple days after you die. Par for the course, or just me?
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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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Okay okay okay okay. So I know there's an event coming up and we're all freaking out about it, and it's probably gonna be horrible like usual, but I gotta say this before we get too deep into October. So, you know how Halloween is the best holiday, and October is the best month, and autumn is the best season, and all that? And you know how the best thing about all of those is...

[Dramatic pause.]

Pumpkins, obviously. I was thinking, we definitely need to have a pumpkin chunking competition.

[She grins like a wild person.]

So for the uninitiated, pumpkin chunking is when you build something that can launch things--like a catapult, or a trebuchet, or a giant slingshot, or a cannon, and so on--and then you compete to see how far the thing you built can launch a pumpkin. It's literally the best thing, after Halloween and autumn leaves. Since I figure most people don't really know how to build stuff like that, people could team up. You could have team names and give your pumpkin chunker a name like they do with monster trunks. I mean trucks. The only rules is you can't use anything gas powered--it has to all be mechanical. And you also can't, like, murder people with pumpkins.

And knowing Wonderland, there's probably gonna be some crazy ass shit happening for Halloween, but I figure we can pick a day near then and that's when we have the competition. We can roll out our stuff to the checkerboard hills and launch from there, that way we got wide open space and people won't get hit by flying pumpkins.

[She gives the camera a really eager look.]

Whaddaya guys think?
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[For someone from a place of slightly more primitive technology, Lup seems to get a handle on her handheld device quickly enough, the elf framing her face perfectly in the screen, mouth curled to the side in a sharp grin. She looks totally in her element, confident and poised despite knowing nothing of this place or of the people who run it.

The one thing she does know is she needs out of here. Pronto.

For those unfortunate residents of Wonderland who know Taako, they may mistake this woman for him considering they share the same identical faces and long, elven ears. Her voice is a little different, naturally, but hey, elves get sick sometimes too, right?]


Now, I don't want to crush your game, but I'm gonna need the name of the nerd who runs this place, because I'm a busy woman who has exactly zero time for this bullshit. I can't fault you for wanting some of the good, ol' Lup brand to sparkle up this place, but it just isn't going to work.

It's not me, it's deffo all you.

And hey-- [She holds up free hand in front of the camera, which certainly looks to be on fire.] If you don't want to come out and face me yourself, I'll just start burning it down. I have a feeling that garden out front is gonna make for a pretty choice blaze. And I've got spell slots to burn, baby.

Your move. [And okay, that ending is slightly marred by the fact she struggles to figure out how to disconnect the call, but still!]

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