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Dec. 12th, 2016 04:18 pm
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[ is actually going to use the video for once. for the most part hunter looks like a typical guy next door type, not the actual sociopath that he is. just a thoughtful guy thinking something through.]

Here's a question for you all. Since we don't all come from the same place, how do you decide on who to trust? I mean if someone turned up and people said "you can talk to them, they're a good person", do you go with it?

I can't imagine anyone doing the opposite, but then you never know. [ looking at you, Team Flash. consider this your warning.]

Even then, I have to wonder what the correct procedure would be. Would innocent until proven guilty even count? I suppose these are just shower thoughts without the shower. What do you guys think?
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( BACKDATED TO DEC. 1 )


[ it's evident barry's at the bar — or a bar, given how his phone's sort of sitting on the top of a tipped over bowl that had held peanuts — with a few empty bottles around him. his efforts to get drunk have proven fruitless, but barry allen is determined. ]

So, uh … [ barry looks a little tired, hair a slight mess, but he's not slurring his words. he wishes he was. ] What are you supposed to do when someone leaves? Does time kind of stop? Do rabbit holes appear out of nowhere for people to fall upwards out of?

[ it wasn't really covered in the pamphlet how you're supposed to react when someone just up and disappears. barry's never been good at that. he's tried running and he's almost going to catch a cold with how wet he always is. (his clothes are a little damp from running so fast and him winding up spluttering in the pool.) ]

Iris — Iris West, she went home. [ without him, but that's implied by how his tone drops and then picks up quickly, almost like barry doesn't need to take a breath. ] Can someone bring me a brownie? I kind of ate all the ones I brought with me and all I've got is peanuts. [ he flicks a shell a little too fast, a very brief flash of gold sparking. ] And maybe a broom. I kind of made a mess. Sorry ...
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[ If you remember the kid who ate himself silly when he first arrived here, he's back on the video feed. This time, though, he's not near the dining room. Instead, the background is very clearly a bedroom that pretty much screams 1983, minus the sports paraphernalia.

Dustin busies himself with his hat, realizes the video is on and grins his usual toothless grin.
]

Hey! [ See, he can do this video thing. He even waves to prove it. ] If you guys don't remember me, it's Dustin. I have a question for everyone.

Apparently this place messes with timelines and stuff, so everyone's from different places and different years. How many people are from 1983?

[ And also, the real reason why he made this entire broadcast in the first place: ] Also, there's someone here from where I come from. Her name's Eleven and we call her El, she's my age and has a shaved head and looks like a boy, and she'll totally kick your ass if you make her mad, but she's awesome. You guys should definitely talk to her. If she sounds confused it's okay, she just doesn't know who you are. Tell her you know me and it'll be fine. She's saved my ass and the whole town. She's a hero.
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[ the feed shakes for a moment, before a sign comes into frame as cordelia's chipper forced-infomercial voice dictates: ]
 
Wonderland got you down?  Having a hard time coping with supernatural events that they definitely didn't have back home in Dullsville, USA, or whatever your dimensional zip code was before you got here?  

[ the card lowers to present cordelia's grinning face, where she sits in the offices of angel investigations, on the front desk cross legged. ]

Well, lucky for you, some of us are used to this kind of nonsense, and we're here to help you.  Whether you need protection or just someone to look into some kind of weirdness that you can't deal with alone, Angel Investigations can be the heroes you need.  Find us on the fourth floor, in room 10... especially after sundown.  

We help the helpless!  So help us help you.

[ she holds the sign back up and waves it a bit, before pushing it closer to the camera so that it zooms in on the logo one last time.

(replies can be over the network, or action replies at the office). ]



[oocly: also, don't forget you can
request a vision from cordelia at any time to foreshadow plot events! ]
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If there's one thing I've learned about Wonderland in the weeks that I've been forced to start calling it home: it's that it lies to you.

But so do lots of people, right? Everyone has a reason to lie. Some people lie to hurt other people, but some people lie out of kindness. Some people try to protect you with comforting falsehoods. How do we know that Wonderland isn't lying for our own good?

I can't tell you that. I don't know Wonderland's motivations, if there even is any sort of guiding intelligence behind it and not just pure chance.

What I can tell you is this: it doesn't matter. Lying out of kindness is just as bad as lying out of cruelty. Possibly even worse. Comforting falsehoods might be nicer in the moment than cruel truths, but I'll take the truth every time. Is it better to spare a family by telling them their dying child might get better? Or to allow them to cherish the time they have left? Is it better to tell someone their writing is good? Or send them an honest critique that could let them actually improve until you could say so without it being a lie?

Is it better to lose the memories that have hurt you and spend a weekend in blissful ignorance? Or hold onto every iota of the pain that has built you and remember exactly why you fight? Lies won't take the time to heal you. Only the truth can do that.

Wonderland is the biggest lie I've ever seen. I cannot promise a way out of this gilded, wonderful cage. That would be a lie, even if it's one I'd like to believe. I can only promise that I'll do everything I can to find the truth all of those lies are working at concealing. I won't quit until I uncover all the secrets Wonderland is hiding.

Or until Wonderland gets tired of all the prodding and sends me home. Here's hoping, right?

[audio]

Nov. 7th, 2016 06:24 pm
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[Excuse the random audio post, but Dorian has something he needs to get off of his chest.]

Well... It seems my birthday is approaching once more.

[He hesitantly sighs.] It's very strange. Before I came to Wonderland, I was sure that at least three weeks had passed...

[Since the incident with one of his old friends. He dare not speak of it, not on the network, but the guilt is trickling back and he needs some excuse to feel it in front of all these perfect strangers. Anything.]

... I don't know. Should I ignore it this year or celebrate it twice? And if I do celebrate, how?

[OOC: Possible content warning for gore. Dorian won't bring it up himself, but he's going to be thinking about it.]

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