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May. 11th, 2018 04:55 pm
eatsyourscience: (mama didn't raise no fool)
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[Souji's sitting in the grass somewhere on the grounds. A fat gray dragon about the size of a schnauzer with very useless little wings is wandering around behind him. He's looking back at her before turning to the camera with a pensive expression.]

If this war turns out to be an actual war, what should we do about our pets?

[He figures they'll just have to be kept out of the way, but it worries him. He's had that dragon for over five years now, and she was a gift from someone important. He's sure everyone else with a pet feels the same way.]

Should we...I don't know, designate someone to look after them?
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[Magnus is in the hallway of the the third floor in front of his room. There are some muffled noises coming from his bedroom, but he doesn't have the door open yet so show what the noises are.]

So that last event was fucking terrible. Sorry if I tried to murder anyone with an axe, I wasn't thinking super clearly by the end. Probably wasn't the best idea in the world to immediately go toward the giant thing that fell out of the sky.

Guess I'm a bit rusty fighting giant space monsters that try to destroy everything.

[He signs and runs a hand through his hair. He's been pretty quiet the last week or so, but he's been trying to shake off the last event and come to terms with his family being gone.]

I don't know if anyone's been lookin' for them, but just so you all know Taako, Lucretia and Lup all went home recently. All their stuff is gone so I don't think they're coming back. I guess it's just little ol' me from home now.

[Which...is a major bummer but at the same time he probably should be happy for his friends. They're not trapped in this other Wonderland anymore...though they still have the Hunger to deal with back home and half of their family is either dead or doesn't remember what's going on.]

[So that'll be fun for them.]

Though, I do have something going on right now that isn't a total bummer.

[Magnus opens the door to his room and slides in quickly as to not let out...the hoard of dogs that now resides in his room. They're all very happy to see him as Magnus pans the camera around so the viewers can see his new batch of seven dogs. One for each family member he is missing!]

These guys just showed up and I'm gonna keep them! I haven't come up with names for them all, but I'll figure that out soon! So if anyone else has a dog and wants seven new dog best friends or if you just wanna pet a bunch of dogs at once, hit me up!

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[ Snow hasn't slept since she woke up. For the first time in so long, she's had nightmares about the burning room in the Netherworld, of being trapped in flames the way she was during the sleeping curse. So, she simply isn't going to sleep until she can talk to Regina and see about some kind of potion or magic that can put her under without having to dream of anything at all. Hopefully, something like that exists.

But this means that she's dwelling on what happened. Her death in protecting Emma, the fact that her daughter was indoctrinated anyway. And that leads her to late night texting. ]


For those of you that have family here, how do you deal with the idea that you can't always protect them?

[ It's not a concept that's new to Snow. She held her newborn in her arms for all of thirty seconds before putting her in a wardrobe that took her so far away. Snow has fought magic, ogres and Lost Boys for her daughter but this time she failed. This time, she couldn't keep the worst from happening. ]

I realize it's a broad question. But I'm not sure I've ever thought I couldn't protect my daughter before. Not until the past few days happened. Maybe I just needed to get the words out. It's much easier to type them than to admit them out loud.
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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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(As always, to those unfamiliar with them, Legion will seem calm. To those who know them well enough, however, the flashing lights and fluttering headflaps tell a different story.)

Shepard-Commander is gone.
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Good afternoon, everybody! [Pearl glances at the clock in her room.] Oh dear. It's late.

...Anyways, some of you who went out today might notice that your rooms are...tidier than usual. I...may have gone on a bit of a cleaning spree earlier. And I may have swept the floors. And organised all of your things and made your beds and folded your clothes.

[The more she talks, the more her nervousness dissipates. Sure, complete invasion of personal space and boundaries aside, she totally did the right thing. They were going to be so grateful!]

I didn't steal or break anything, so don't worry! But really -- some of you are terribly messy. [She sighs.] Somebody had to do it. You're welcome!

Well, that's all! Have a good night.

[The feed cuts off.]

( OOC note: whether Pearl cleaned your character's room or not is completely 100% optional! feel free to respond even if she didn't )
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The fuck is this?

[The camera is pointed towards a T-Rex, dead, blood still seeping from a gaping wound on the back of its neck. You can hear Jean panting from behind the communicator. It must have taken a feat to dispatch.]

This bastard lunged at me the second I came outside! What the hell is it, some kind of lizard Titan?

[He gives the corpse a kick to prove that it's dead. It doesn't so much as twitch. Then he begins to circle around the dead body as though making a record of it.]

And it's not the last one...

[The camera then pans up towards other dinosaurs lumbering about in the distance. Jean makes a "tsk" noise.]

They're all different! I can't tell if they're all a threat or not--

[He makes another strangled sound of frustration, and his throat is thick, as though he might have been... Crying?]

--Fuck! Fucking Eren! This shouldn't be my job!

[Still, be begins to approach. The feed cuts off, as he continues to curse, obviously ready to kill every dinosaur out there if he has to, to protect the people inside. That's what a Survey Corps member would do, right?]
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[Taako's face fills up the screen entirely at first, his glittery gold eye shadow almost blinding as he blinks into the camera. But then he backs up, and as he grins broadly he reveals what his little slice of fantasy land entails. Largely it seems to consist of a chaise lounge, velvet curtains everywhere, and dramatic lighting. The lounge is placed up a few steps from where Taako is filming, and the steps themselves are littered with the remains of the feast Taako's apparently just finished. Fast food bags, and candy wrappers abound, but so do picked-over turkey carcasses and empty champagne bottles.

Taako adjusts his shirt-- which is apparently a mink fur crop top, if that flash of his belly is any sign --and starts speaking.]


So this one kind of rocks? Like. Seriously. I mean, I could probably set this up normally, I guess, but it's sorta different to have it just happen, y'know? No effort on my part at all. Sucks that it's not gonna stay real forever, I guess, but. Eh. J'boy's cool wit' this one.

[It would be understandable for Taako's fantasy to involve being left alone-- it seems empty enough, after all. But just as Taako's about to fumble with his device to shut it off, a familiar voice calls from off-screen and Taako pauses to listen.]

Taaaakoooo. Stop saying stuff like that.

[For a Fantasy!Magnus, he actually sounds pretty annoyed. And as he steps into the frame carrying a tray of holographic, rainbow-colored macarons, he's also pretty shirtless.]

C'mon. You haven't even tried out the catwalk, yet. Merle and Ango and everybody warmed up their clapping hands all night!

[Taako snorts, clearly still not taking this entirely seriously. He turns back to the camera with a little shrug.]

I guess if any of you want to see a very real, totally not illusory fashion show, you're welcome to swing by. Later, skaters.
normandysbest: (« [Speak] Oh girl whattup)
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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.

[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.]
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[The video feed shows a Turing who is this close to losing their shit.]

Okay, I have a new idea for a fun weekend event: let's have nothing bad happen to all of us for once.

No shadows. No reliving our most horrible memories. No having to fight off monsters and shape shifters. Just. Something. Good. PLEASE, Wonderland.

...I'll be in the tearoom, watching some Bob Ross. Feel free to join me if you want to watch or paint along. I won't be painting, I'm just watching to decompress.

Nobody say 'Hassy' to me. Thank you.

---

[And sure enough, just inside the tearoom, Turing is lying down, 'The Joy of Painting' playing in front of their system. If anyone else is interested in watching, they are more than happy to move so that you can watch as well.]
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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.]
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Hey, Sakamoto Ryuji here.

I can't be the only one with ass kicking on the brain after that invisible dog bullshit. What's the consensus on fighting instructors around here? Did that turn out to be a thing?

If anyone's got the time show a few moves and still taking requests, I got one of my own. I'd appreciate a few tips if you feel like sharing. I'm talking about the badasses that know what they're doing, not just the make it up as you go kind (like me). Hate to say it, but the stuff we're facing in events is a little different from what I'm used to.

Dunno what I could trade for it, but I learn fast! And I'll think of something. Thanks for taking the time to read this.

PS: And if you're looking for Akira, don't worry. Nothing bad happened to him. He just went home. Sorry.


[The last bit is the real crux of the message and also the thorn in its side; bundling it in with the request lessens the sharp prick of it. Not by much, but some.]

» action )
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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!]
normandysbest: (« [Stern] AGGRESSIVE PARENTING)
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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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[A large, burly man who appears to be in about his 40's stares into the communication device like he's never seen anything quite like it. The image him on the screen goes all over, sometimes even upside down, as he tries to figure out how to use it properly.] 
 
This is the weirdest stone of farspeech I've ever seen...let's see if it'll work if I do this... 
 
[He pushes a few more buttons and the device makes a couple odd noises before Magnus deems that yeah...maybe he did something right?] 
 
Taako? Merle? Can either of you hear me? I know these aren't supposed to work in Wonderland, but maybe cause I'm in some weird "bad luck" challenge thing away from you guys it'll work? I don't even know how the hell this is supposed to be me having bad luck since I've just been wandering around bored with nothing to fight.
 
At least in the other challenges there was stuff for me to hit...though I guess I'm glad I didn't get a giant block thing dropped on me like Taako did. 
 
[He sighs and adjusts the grip on the communicator, and with the new view (still slightly angled) it's clear to see a large ax on his back and a long lance that looks almost like the hand of an elaborate clock.] 
 
So yeah, I guess just hang on and try not to die while I try to figure this shit out? That'd be real great.

[As for the event and the giants attacking this place while Magnus has arrived, he's been lucky enough to not run into any of it yet and get himself lost in empty hallways. Though when the time comes, Magnus is always ready to fight the good fight.]

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