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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 )

[video]

Jun. 13th, 2017 06:44 pm
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[ ooc: open to thread jacking/easily seen unless otherwise indicated. wonderland went haywire and let it happen w/ this post so people can freely read responses and reply. if you have any concerns about the bar or want to help generate a memorial for those gone, head there to oocly talk about it! ]

( the camera pans on damon who is seated up on top of the bar. it's hard to imagine it's been an entire year. how much he's changed, how much his relationship with elena and with people in wonderland has changed since then. he's in a much better place despite how hard it's been lately, despite witnessing elena's- damon smiles for the camera. )

Wonderland, you've officially been graced with my presence for an entire wild and crazy year. When I arrived, I was handing out ponies to everyone who made it worth my while, and now I'm giving you a fully operating bar with regular activities. ( damon pans out to give a view of it all and then he turns the video back toward his face again. he smirks and lifts up a glass in toast like he did for his very first network post. ) You're welcome. The name's TBA.

I realize there's already a bar here, but no one's claimed it since- since Cami also disappeared. ( and she was a friend so that's harder to talk about. ) It's been empty. It felt... strange picking up a bar with so much history from old timers. ( it's not just the fact he bit Simon though there's also that. They made their mark here, and for all damon's faults, it wouldn't feel right.

he steps out of the bar to indicate where it's located. Level 4. damon turns the camera towards the chalk board which lists out the bar's current schedule. )


My girl tells me apparently, for some reason, Trivia Nights are the popular thing in bars so it's on our weekly schedule along with a host of other fun times to be enjoyed by all. Schedule changes monthly so keep checking back.

I'm looking for people who want to work even if money has no meaning so I can't exactly pay you. But consider this... it's something to keep boredom from swallowing you whole and you get to help out your fellow, trapped Wonderland-er. Need bartenders, waiters and waitresses, and chefs if you can cook. And yes, I know we can pull it all out of the closets perfectly, but sometimes it's nice to have someone make something for you even if it's not perfect.

( he lifts up his glass again in toast for the camera. ) Especially if it's not perfect. ( perfect isn't real, and damon always wants what's real. )

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Jun. 12th, 2017 05:07 pm
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[ Nate is still sitting on the hill that he and Rip landed on. Mostly because he actually can't get back down it, or well he can but it's painful.

Because Rip shot him.

Bastard.

But he has his phone on him so a bit of an sos is necessary.

His voice is a bit tight from pain.
]

Uh. So. I'm back I guess? I'm not really sure how long I was gone. [ Both here and at home because time travel. ]

So, I'm on the checker board hills, anyone with medical experience around? I sorta got shot. In the leg. With a laser gun. I'd appreciate the help.

[ He gives a tight smile before switching the feed to private.

Private to Legends minus Rip plus Kara ]

Hey guys. If you see Rip don't trust him. He's not Rip. Just, I don't know knock him out and drag him to somewhere secure if you can? Or just avoid him.

And Sir Raymond of the Palms. I have a bone to pick with you.

Once there isn't a hole in my leg.

text;

May. 16th, 2017 12:50 pm
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someone or some damn thing in this place killed evelyn.
whoever, or whatever you are you better fuckin pray to any god you have that i never find you.
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[The video feed shows Kanji leaning against the counter in the diner, his chin in hand as he props himself up on one elbow. He's still wearing his blue apron, but it looks like he's been taking a break from his usual clean-up duties for a little while now, frowning to himself thoughtfully.]

I got a question for you, Wonderland. Riley an' I were talkin' about events awhile back, and I've been thinkin' about it ever since. A lot of 'em have been pretty rough lately, right? But sometimes you hear people say that they're not always bad, that sometimes they're kinda fun. People seem to be havin' a rough time lately, so maybe it's time we thought about some of the positives of Wonderland, instead. Long as we're stuck here, we might as well.

So, tell me: what events have you seen here that you really liked? Maybe someone's asked this before, but if they did, I missed out on it. I heard there were a bunch of puppies once, that sounds like it was probably a good one. I thought Hogwarts was pretty fun, but I know it wasn't like that for everyone. If you can't think of any events you liked, maybe just talk about some of the good stuff that mighta happened to you here. Friends you've made you wouldn't have gotten to meet elsewhere, stuff like that.

I'll be in the diner all day if anyone wants to talk in person.

[Later in the afternoon, anyone who comes into the diner will find that he's abandoned his post at the counter, having taken up residence in a corner booth with his mop and bucket resting against the wall nearby. He's made himself comfortable in the booth itself, sitting length-wise with his feet sticking out of the end, several sheets of paper spread out across the table with the Rabbit Hole's basic menu next to them as a reference. There are a few scrapped attempts already-- sketches in colored pencil of menu designs he's decided he doesn't like, but it's pretty clear that he's undertaken a Project.]
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Video;

I realize this is my first time addressing the network directly so for those who don't know me my name is Rebekah Mikaelson and I've been here a few months now. And for those from worlds similar to my own might know that today is Valentine's Day, a overly commercialized holiday aimed at those who are in love which is all well and good if you have someone to spend it with but can be somewhat disappointing if you're single [like she is, currently, not that there isn't someone she'd like to spend the holiday with but that's another can of worms entirely] so I wanted to extend an offer:

If people want to meet me at the bar tonight we can have a little informal get together and bond over our states together, drink, and try to distract ourselves from cryptic messages from mice. It doesn't matter if we've met before or not, the offer is extended to whoever wants to take it.

That is all.

Action;

[And true to her word, Rebekah can be found at the bar like she announced. She's ordered a row of shots of vodka to begin with and when people arrive she'll be handing off shots to them as a sort of welcoming gesture. If she had had the idea sooner perhaps she could have thrown something more impressive but for now she'll have to simply make do with what she has.

In any case, it beats drinking alone.
]

[ooc: feel free to do top levels/use this as a mingle if you want to, I thought it would be a fun thing to throw up for characters who might not otherwise have plans.]
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[Canny viewers might recognize the room Spike's sitting in as the office of Angel's Investigation. Spike is, in fact, sitting on a desk, boots banging against the side as he smirks into the cameras.]

Hey, mates. Thought I ought to let you know that Angel's Investigation is under new management. [He jabs a thumb towards himself.] Sure, Angel's all right as a leader, but some people want a bit more brains and a bit less forehead, know what I mean?

[Has anyone agreed to this change in staff? No. Does anyone from Angel's team even know he's here, in Wonderland? Absolutely not. Is that going to stop Spike? Not for a second. It'll make Angel mad, and that's hilarious.]

So come on over for all your mystery solving needs. We take beer and smokes as payment. One thing's sure: with me in charge it'll be a lot more fun getting your mysteries solved. Cheers!

[He salutes and disconnects.]
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| Action & Threadjacking encouraged! She's in the Kitchen.|

[It's very rare that Rose graces the network in Wonderland, only having appeared once since she arrived here. That in and of itself makes this particular video rather curious. The subject at hand, likely one that's playing on everyone's mind but has Rose looking more than a little unsettled, despite her attempts to play at casual.

Clearly, she thinks the best way to deal right now, is to attempt to overdose on sugar; A plate piled high with an assortment of pastries, appearing in the corner of the shot.]


So... That whole thing with the Wonderland that wasn't really Wonderland?

[Her eyes narrow, teeth running over her lower lip as she carefully considers what she wants to say before giving it voice.]

We're all in agreement that it didn't really mean anything, right? It was just some, fake, alternate... you know, thing?

[She's obviously reaching but all this 'sciencey crap' is way outside of Rose's wheelhouse.]

Another one of Wonderland's stupid little mind games. [The unmistakable air of somebody trying to convince herself.

Rose breaks off a large chunk of a donut and pops it into her mouth, a flicker of doubt creeping in as she chews slowly.]


Right?
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Public:

[ The feed opens to a view of Darcy in the corner of the coffee shop, a steaming mug beside her and an assortment of electronics. She may or may not be making up for lost time thanks to Hell. Not cool Wonderland, not cool. Thankfully her time there hadn't been too bad - handy to have a buddy with a literal infinity stone inside of her around. ]

'Sup fellow Wonderlandians, I thought it'd be cool to do a little gift exchange throughout the mansion - especially after our latest adventure courtesy of this place. It's also getting to be that time of year that it gets tougher if you've lost people or feel like you're on your own. So! I wanted to do a Wonderland Secret Santa or a Holiday Super Secret Gift Exchange or a-- [ Time for everyone to get a front seat to the spinning wheels of her mind at work. ] Secret Christmahanakwanziwhateverelsepeoplecelebrate...ta if you don't celebrate Christmas........... thing. [ Don't worry if you're confused by what she just said guys, it's pretty evident by her expression that she confused herself. She's trying to make an effort to keep it inclusive, but she didn't exactly plan out a new name for the thing beforehand. ] Anyone can participate, newbies or if you've been around here forever. For people who don't know what it is, you get a name and you have to put together a present for them. Doesn't have to be anything special, but it doesn't hurt to make an effort. Also, it's a cool way to get to know new people or to just stay in touch.

I know it's a little early to be throwing this out there, but the Mansion likes to throw kinks in Holiday plans usually, so better safe than sorry on that front. Fingers and toes crossed this place doesn't turn a solid chunk of the population into tiny children again, getting stuck on the coat hook was no fun. [ Yeah, that's a whole 'nother story in and of itself. ] Any questions, feel free to hit me up or stop into the coffee shop. [ She picks up a stack of paper, scribbled notes and scientific drawings cluttering the pages. ] I'll be here for at least a few hours working through this stuff. There will also be a bucket on the counter down here if you need a little time to think about signing up. Hoping to get names out to people in the next, like, week and a half to two weeks. Thanks everybody!

[ And with that, she ends the feed on the laptop - shooting off a quick text to Steve before going back to building a way to keep track of everything in between pages. ]

Private to Steve:

Hey. Do you have a few minutes to chat tonight? I have a question for you.


[ ooc There will be an OOC sign up later today! ]
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[VIDEO]

[There is a young man holding the welcome pamphlet up next to his face. Notice that the young man is not wearing a shirt, which makes the black and teal, glowing markings all over him very obvious. He's looking irritated, but in a resigned sort of way, like this kind of exasperating situation isn't entirely new to him.]

Okay, I read the pamphlet - thanks, whoever put that together - so I get the whole "strange physics," magic world thing. [Not that that's anything new and he doesn't care if it all comes down to magic or science. It clearly is what it is.

He glances at the pamphlet, like it's a party to this conversation Naoki's having with no one.]
It's got a lot of helpful stuff in it, but I still feel like I'm missing something. Anyone want to shed some light on that?

[He's not really expecting any kind of satisfactory answer and he half tossed the pamphlet away. Turning his head a little - there is a noticeable triangular horn on the back of his neck - he scratches at the short hair on the back of his head. Lowering the camera, he can be heard muttering just before he cuts the feed:] At least now I can finally find a shirt...


[ACTION]

[Naoki can be found just about anywhere in Wonderland. By now he's wearing a zip-up hoodie (because anything he has to pull over his head just isn't going to happen with the horn on the back of his neck), but the black and teal markings covering his body still prevent him from blending in with the background. Unless there's new wallpaper that is black, teal, and flesh-colored somewhere.

When inside, he looks around as though he's forgotten about things that really should be familiar to him. He peers into rooms, looks at the food in the kitchen carefully, considers the rows of books in the library. None of it is new to him. It's more appropriate to say it's all old to him.

Outside, he moves around the grounds and the rest of Wonderland at a jog. It's his preferred method of getting around and he's so used to it, it would take him quite a while to get winded. The sky especially seems to fascinate him.]



(OOC - Feel free to find him anywhere, doing just about anything. Brackets or prose are fine; I'll match whichever.)
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[CLICK. For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of vinyl rubbing against vinyl. Then, very slowly, a large, white, marshmallow-like form moves in front of the camera.]

Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion. I am programmed to assess your healthcare needs. How may I be of assistance?

[Pause. Turns head.]

My sensor is detecting high levels of stress and anxiety.

[Shuffles off-screen in tiny, squeaky steps. Pause. Thud.]

Oh, no.

[Shuffles back on-screen.]

My non-threatening, huggable design prevents me from opening the door. I am unable to provide medical assistance in my current location. When will the door open?

[Shuffles offscreen again. Pause. Thud.]

Oh, no.
littledhampir: ♫ I want to smash you helpless down on the floor, smash you until you're not here anymore. (Go walk off a cliff.)
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[With her dry, sarcastic tone it's hard to imagine that the brunette on screen was in a state of mild panic not all that long ago. Now she has an audience however? Rose stands taller. Shoulders pushed back. A scowl twisting her features that's made either more or less intimidating by the black eye that darkens her right eye and cheek. The reddish, purple splotches a telltale sign of an injury that has happened a few days earlier.]

So I'm... Rose? [She offers a tight smile that looks more like a grimace.] You all know this is like, illegal, right? [Eyes narrowing.] I mean I know there's rules - [She does mean Laws, yes.] About taking people across state lines so... I'm kinda thinking that this... would come under that, and then some.

[The forced calm isn't at all natural but then, neither is this and she isn't about to tell a bunch of strangers that she's anything but in control right now.]

If a person were looking for somebody they could... [One hand rises into the shot to punctuate her words with 'air quotes'.] "Ask nicely", about getting a refund on whatever ticket landed them here? Who would they need to talk to? [Eyes narrowing.

Subtle was never really one of her strong suits.]
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[The concept of other worlds isn't as surprising as it would have been to him a year ago, but Kanji is used to jumping into them on his own terms-- aside from his first visit to the other side of the TV. His first thought is that this is some other part of the TV world, some corner of it he's never seen before, but there's no fog, no shadows-- it doesn't feel the same. That doesn't mean much, considering they supposedly fixed that place the last time they were there, but who knew? Wasn't the first time they thought they'd solved the case, though he'd been pretty damn sure it had been for real this time around.

After some exploration, he finally stops somewhere on the third floor and turns his attention to the device he'd shown up with in his pocket, his cell phone from home nowhere to be found. Probably a good idea to make sure he's not wandering around here on his own, anyway, though if it is anything like the TV world, there was a good chance he wouldn't like whatever answered him.

If something nasty did turn up, at least he wasn't helpless. Nobody ever would have used that word to describe him, he's pretty damn sure, but shadows were a hell of a lot less intimidating when you had a Persona to help you out. He'd put his Teddie glasses on out of habit, but it hadn't taken long at all to figure out he didn't need them-- so what the hell was this place?]


so uh
anyone out there? not just shoutin into the void, am i?
dude if this is another kidnapping, lemme tell you, this ain't my first rodeo
i've had a lot of practice beatin the crap out of assholes like you!
if there's anyone friendly out there it'd be good to know, but anyone who tries to screw with me is gonna get their ass pounded!


[He probably could have phrased that better.]

[video]

Oct. 20th, 2014 02:09 pm
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[When the feed comes on it's to a dark room, lit only by candlelight. The curtains are drawn and not a sliver of sunlight is getting through. Wonderland has provided well when it comes to Vlad's room, and he's looking at the device with an expression of bemusement, leaflet loosely clasped in one hand. The angle is slightly tilted too, the Transylvanian prince not used to such technology. At least he's decided to look at it before chancing a talk to the network.]

Nothing about this place is normal, even when I read the information that was provided on the colored paper. I will not ask if there is a way out, there would be no need for us to be catered for in such a way if there was an option. That being said, who is in charge of the party responsible for finding the way out?

[He doesn't really want to introduce himself, somewhat wary after more recent events. That being said, it will be one way to know who here knows of him and his misdeeds. That and it would be rude if he didn't, merely giving the camera a nod. He's wholly unaware of the fact most would know him by his last name.]

My name is Vlad Dracula. Back home I was nobility, but I do not expect that to carry over here to those who are not of my realms. Should anyone have information to share that is not on this paper, then do share it.
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[The screen turns on to show a young fair-skinned blonde woman sitting in the first floor Tea Room, seeming perfectly at home. There's a rather large pile of books and binders next to her on the couch, most of which are scholarly articles or academic analysis of the world of Alice In Wonderland, as well as the book itself and all related works. Someone's been busy. There's also a few Halloween editions of popular style magazines scattered about.

Dressed
casually with wavy, shoulder length hair, Caroline looks bright and awake, eternal optimism shining loud and clear, even when the frustration at her current situation comes through in her voice.]

I thought it was about time I introduced myself on here, so hey. I'm Caroline Forbes. Former Miss Mystic Falls, current Wonderland captive. Libra, ex-drama major, big fan of these cookies. [She holds one of the cookies from the tea room up before taking a bite, chewing, and pausing before speaking again. She's got a lot of energy and bounces a little in her seat.]

Okay, so, if the calendar's correct, that means I've not only missed my birthday, which sucks, [no it really sucks she's actually upset about that, but she's staying focused ok] but that Halloween's right around the corner. Which means costumes and yes, a party. I happen to be great at parties, so I've already started planning the end of the month Costume Ball. [So excite. Are you excited, Wonderland? You should be!]

But, since I'm not in Kansas anymore and, instead, living in a very real version of a child's whimsical nightmarish fantasy, I'm kind of at a loss as far as predicting the unpredictable elements, which I'm also usually great at. [She sighs, and sits up straight, pleading in her eyes.] So, fellow residents of Wonderland, help a newbie out? And don't skimp on the gory details. Is this place going to ruin our Halloween party? If so, how, and would moving the date back a few days maybe lessen the risk here?

Let me know, I'd really appreciate it.

[On a more serious note..] Anyway, what do people do for fun around here? And is anyone working on a way to go home? Like, researching this place, separating fact from fiction, searching for a metaphorical or possibly literal rabbit hole, or looking for answers in general? [Little smile matched with sincere concern and determination.] I'd like to help.
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exposition and brother issues )
[ Elijah takes his brother backwards until he slams Klaus into a wall hard and that’s when the communicator tumbles from Klaus’ pocket. It flips on and for a moment all the viewers can see are their feet and legs. The network now has a show to watch. ]

Do not compare Joanna to whatever backroom barmaid you've compelled into bed. Do you understand me, brother?

[ Elijah’s reaction is just what he wanted, and he reaches up to grab his brother’s wrists, twisting so his tight grip is loosened enough so Klaus can push Elijah back, giving himself some space.

Kneeling down, he takes the communicator, about to put it right back in his pocket when he notices that it’s turned on. There’s a hint of a smirk on his mouth as he places it on the counter, angling it so their audience can have a better view of the show.
]

Seems as though we have a few more matters to discuss. [ Not even going to acknowledge any kind of understanding, not in front of who could be watching. Instead, he’s instantly in his brother’s face and pulling the same move as Elijah, slamming him against the opposite wall. Only this time, he brings his arm back to throw a solid punch at his brother’s jaw, the negative emotions that have been bottled up in him for the past few months finding an outlet in the attack.

Unfortunately for Elijah his little brother is more powerful than him. Though that isn't to say Elijah is some sort of pushover like most other vampires are to their family. He certainly knows where to push and pull on his brother. Years of training him has left him with some knowledge of the way his brother operates.

He takes two hits to the face before getting an arm up to shield his face and block the blows. He works a leg up between them and uses it to kick his brother across the kitchen and away from him. Elijah immediately blurs towards the counter and pulls a knife free from a drawer. It’s long and sharp. Probably used to cut meat, but he has other purposes for it. He throws it across the kitchen at Niklaus and takes a breath despite not needing it. ]


The only thing I wish to discuss with you is how to hurt you as you've hurt me. You daggered me and put me in a coffin, Niklaus. I wasn't even freed by your hand. How long would you have kept me in there, brother? As long as Finn was in his?

[ Klaus grunts as the knife embeds itself in his right shoulder. Gritting his teeth, he pulls it out slowly before his hand whips forward to shoot it right back in Elijah’s direction. ]

Of course not. [ And here he grins, a feral thing that has no hint of brotherly affection. ] Only a few centuries would have done you some good, Finn needed another nine hundred. Maybe then he would have developed a personality.

[ Which hadn't been his plan at all - he was only waiting. Another decision made in a long line of them that didn't net the result he wanted.

The knife actually hits Elijah low and in the gut. He sucks in a sharp breath and looks down at the handle protruding from his belly. He rips the blade free and throws it at the wall to his right. It embeds itself snugly.
]

You abuse our family like we’re you’re own personal toys. You ruin all of our chances at happiness simply because you grow bored. [ He wants to bring up Celeste, but he won’t. ] What was your ultimate plan with Joanna? Manipulate her until she can hardly think for herself? And why? All because I showed the slightest bit of interest in her? Can’t you ever just let us be happy, Niklaus?

[ Klaus’ eyes narrow into a glare. The irritation boiling just beneath his skin has the edges of his vision turning red, old resentment from years of feeling like he was in Elijah’s shadow coming up to the surface in a way it hasn't in some time. ]

Considering your history when it comes to the women you’re interested in, perhaps it would be wise for Joanna to steer clear of you. Though you have always had a fondness for the help, haven’t you?

[ Elijah stares long and hard at his brother. For a moment, he almost seems like he’s going to back off and return to his room. Instead though the veins appear around his eyes and his fangs appear. Elijah rarely loses control of himself like this. Calm and collected. He’s the picture of poise until you push him too far which is exactly what Niklaus has done.

Elijah blurs forward until he connects violently with his brother. He grabs him by his shirt again, but this time he throws him in the direction of the camera, which topples it to the floor once more causing it to flip off. Seems like Wonderland’s kitchen might be undergoing some Mikaelson remodeling. ]


[ooc: Any video or text or audio replies will be answered after they fight, and can be answered by either Elijah or Klaus unless it's specified. ALSO SORRY ABOUT THAT KITCHEN WONDERLAND.Red is Klaus, Blue is Elijah. ]

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Jun. 24th, 2014 10:41 am
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[ you know who caroline misses? tyler. enzo hadn't been able to give her a straight answer as to whether or not he was alive — caroline, truthfully, didn't particularly want to know if he wasn't. she's taken to treating her closet as a bar, ordering drinks as she knocks plenty back, until her eyes are blurred and her fingers are moving too fast along her communicator. it's a pity tyler isn't here — she ends up texting the entire network, rather than the individual inboxes she'd flooded back when everyone was singing about happy days. ]

[ cue: caroline drinking herself into denial, attempting to ask the closet for tyler's things in the middle of the night. instead of getting his football jacket, or even a picture of the two of them, all she's getting is images with his face blanked out and jackets of every colour but red. all her texts have failed to send, not that caroline's been particularly bothered to see the failed icon by her messages. so, at the lack of silence on the other end, she decides to send a threat that has worked in the past. ]

    ANSWER ME or u'll never get "tooo-rougdh" sex again!!!!
    and ur all-acces pass to my vagnia is supsen ded indefnitely

[ and then she wonders why tyler's not responding. ]

    ehllo????? TYLER
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[ becky doesn't remember ever auditioning for big brother, but when she peeks her head out of the room that has been made up for her to resemble her own room almost identically (they even got her posters!) all she sees is a long hall full of doors that presumably lead to other rooms. it reminds her more of a dormitory hallway than a house, but she's never actually watched big brother, so how would she know? maybe this, like, big brother college edition or something, despite the fact that she hasn't been to college since she dropped out her sophomore year. that wouldn't even make sense, anyway, unless they were in some kind of fraternity/sorority house. for all she knows, this could be part of a house, but it seems really odd for a house to have a whole floor of doors like a hotel. she almost feels like she's in a hilton. hilton's hotel california, more like... ]

[ she doesn't feel like she's been kidnapped, even though she's entirely sure that might be a possibility. she's read the supernatural books, she knows what's up. she also knows that if she's the first victim of whatever monster or cult this might be, she's screwed. but if she's not... ]

[ well. obviously the winchesters will show up. they always do. (except for the part where they aren't actually real. but a girl can dream.) but it's a good thing for becky she knows about these things, because if this is a potentially bad situation, panicking would not be a good option. she's obviously allowed to leave since the door isn't locked — or maybe that's just what they want her to think? ]

[ her eyes land on the computer on her desk. it might as well be hers from home, but she knows it isn't. it doesn't have all her stickers and sticky notes attached to it. it also doesn't have the fanfic she was in the middle of writing on it, or any of her other works. really, if she's going to get all the comforts from home, the least they could have done is copy all her computer files. she doesn't really care about the rest of the stuff in her room, but her fanfiction? that is irreplaceable. at least most of it is on the internet, so if she has internet access... ]

[ she opens the browser, which normally would take her to the home page of morethanbrothers.net, but here it apparently takes her to some kind of... forum? she's not entirely sure what it is. it's not like any forum she's ever seen before. but if this is the only thing they want her to access, maybe she'll be able to communicate with whoever else is trapped here, assuming that the people on this strange forum are also trapped here. it could just be a red herring, to make her feel like she's not alone when actually she is, or it could be like all hell breaks loose, and they've all been kidnapped by demons or something — except demons wouldn't be this nice, so probably not. she doesn't really want this to turn into some kind of battle royale, anyway. ]

[ she clicks on the video option and the light on her monitor blinks to life, and some kind of video box pops up on the screen in front of her. she looks a bit lost for a second as she tries to figure out if it's recording or not, but she assumes it is since the only other button she sees is a stop button. she looks back up, as if she's trying to make eye contact with whoever might be watching. ]
Okay, this is kind of weird. Is this a kidnapping or, like, some kind of Hotel California thing? Or maybe it's both? It's hard to tell. But I don't remember how I got here, so that kind of makes me think kidnapping. Definitely not demons, but it's something... [ she seems distracted by something else on the screen, frowning at the 404 error she's getting for morethanbrothers.net until she remembers that the video is still recording. ] Oh, anyway. My name is Becky Rosen. Not I would expect any of you to know that... But, uh, any information on this place and what's going on would be great. And is it just me, or is the internet down?
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I. mirror writing;

    [Today a certain someone's left a message for the Mirrors. Several messages, actually. Copies appear on all sorts of mirrors in all sorts of places, spread out around the mansion for maximum coverage.

    To Mirror eyes, it reads:]


    When does her royal highness plan to let you back over?
    Good company is scarce and some of you are more likeable than your other selves.

    Good allies are also hard to find.
    I want something you can do.
    Maybe you want something an ally on this side can do.
    We could help each other across the great divide.


    [Characters on the Real side see something different, however. Peter has cloaked his writing so that when Reals look at the words, they'll see nothing but gibberish, configurations of random letters, lines, and doodles as if a graffiti artist or a very bored person has gone around defacing mansion property. No matter how hard a person tries, though, the writing won't come off.]



II. action; )
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[ now that he can speak without feeling like he's in a boy band, it's time to address the network again. not because he has a lot to say that hasn't already been said. he hopes it has come up before; he hopes that with how many people are in Wonderland, tons of them have broached this topic. but he knows that one person or even a few people can't save everyone, it's impossible to have that many eyes. so, that's where this comes in. that's why there's a shot of a grassy field with some straw dummies in it, stuck into the ground and standing. some of them are covered in fabric to keep them together better, others aren't.

some of you might recognize Percy from the back of his head, but most of you won't. that's not important right away. he's decked out in leather armor from the closet, the same place the dummies came from. it's not as good as the kind he had back in Manhattan, but it does the trick.

he's not angry at Wonderland, he doesn't have a reason to be. not yet. he hasn't been here long enough to suffer what he keeps hearing about from people he wants to protect. terrifying events. events that can kill people, can strip them of their powers, of anything that gives them an edge. so that's why he's going to charge a dummy with a glowing, bronze sword and efficiently hack it to pieces. it's the kind of necessary violence that reminds him of his once upon a time sword fighting mentor. but the point is, he doesn't stop until only ribbons of fabric and straw are left. it's not to show off, it's a demonstration of what he can offer.
]

So I don't know about the rest of you, but I hate feeling like there's nothing I can do. Like I'm just a piece in someone's stupid game to prove gods know what to gods know who. [ he's facing the camera now and shrugging, Riptide still in hand. ] Maybe I can't change that.

[ maybe i can. ]

But I can change what Wonderland does to people during events. I hope I'm not the first guy to offer, considering I've only been here for about five weeks. You don't have to be powerless. I can teach you to fight. Swords aren't for everyone, but I've got friends who know how to use knives and spears, and sometimes, whatever happens to be around in a crisis. Knowing how to defend yourself isn't always going to save you [ i've seen the best fighters go down ] but it can make a difference, if you're willing to try. I come from a summer camp that specializes in teaching kids of all ages, so if you think it isn't in you, I'm telling you it is.

I know I haven't seen the scary stuff this place can throw at us yet. But I can't keep hearing about it and hoping for the best, because speaking from experience? [ he's just going to stab his sword into the ground now. ] That never works out.

I guess what I'm saying is: you can run in fear and go into hiding alone or you can stand up and we can face it together.

Or [ and the serious face drops, so he can crack a sheepish grin ] uh, we can practice as a hobby. I'm good with that, too.
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[ caroline really wants to make this brief, but reporting this in text seems pretty impersonal. she thinks to make it a video, but she'd rather people merely hear her voice. her face gives away how broken up she is of what she's about to say. with her voice, she can try and school it into being something detached and impenetrable. ]

Yeah, so, Lena Duchannes has found her way home. [ caroline takes a pause. her voice sounds so angry. ] None of her stuff is anywhere and — I'm really sorry for not making more personal calls, but her room has nothing left in it that's even hers and I don't know who it is she knows and —

[ she takes in a deep breath. caroline can run at the speed of light, but she can also talk at that pace, too. ] She didn't really leave an address book, so ...

[ she makes a move to hang up, having no intentions to stick around for the i'm sorry waterfall that's bound to come. first, it had been benny, now, it's lena. she doesn't know too many people within wonderland, having wanted to stick with a select few, but now she's wondering if she'll have anyone left. the self-pitying thought leads her into taking a deep breath and asking: ]

Which floor is the bar on again?
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[ The video at first only shows one of the corridors of the mansion. Somewhere out of sight of both the camera and the mirrors within its view is Jackson. Bellowing. Alternating between "STILES!" and "MCCALL!" Several doors open and close.

Soon, he can be seen returning, reflected in the glass. He's furious. And only partially clothed. Wearing only a pair of gray sweat pants, his torso and feet are bare. His foot enters the frame, sending the device skittering. He looks down at it, slightly perplexed. But mostly angry. Picking it up, his brow creases as he inspects it, giving everyone an extreme close up of his handsome face. After a few moments, he's able to put together that the thing is already recording. ]


I don't know who thought this JOKE was even remotely funny, but it's not. So here's what you're going to do, whoever you are. You're going to return my clothes, my phone and my car keys. Then you're going to take me back to my car and get me out of this little fun house.

[ He tilted his head, almost as if he were going to crack his neck. But instead settled for a roll of his shoulders. ]

Oh, and if I find out Stiles or McCall had anything [ the word was given extreme emphasis] to do with this, you're both dead. Do you hear me?

[ The feed lingered on his unimpressed glare for a few moments longer before shutting off.]
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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.
)
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[ Sitting in the view of the camera is a sign, written in red crayon.

OPERATION: MAKE FRIENDS SLASH GIRLFRIEND TAKE 1 ]


Hey. [ And the sign gets moved for a second, to reveal a tanned face, a ridiculous shock of curly, dark hair, and bright eyes. That all belongs to Leo Valdez, who you are going to regret listening to in about two seconds. ] The name's Leo, local ship pilot-captain-repair-boy, dragon-fixer, and champion food-eater. I'm from, uhh... that's not really important, but I'm a totally nice guy! I like pretty much anything with a mechanical center, really bad--which really means really awesome--jokes, and trying really hard not to die.

Which, you like too, right? [ Leo gives a grin to the feed, runs a hand through his dark hair, and it's a little more sheepish than he meant for it to come off. ] The not dying part, since that's a problem here, I guess.

[ He rolls his gaze up and off screen for a second, rocks back and forth from his seated position, then returns to actually looking at the camera. ] So on the path of this not dying thing, we should not-die together, and maybe hang out. I mean, if I'm gonna get out of here at some point, I might as well try to do it with a prom date, right?

Right? [ Leo is this a joke. ] So, you know, if you're single and--[ finger guns ] ready to mingle with a...semi-human, hit me up on...

On my not phone. Man, I can't remember the last time I used a phone. That's kinda messed up.

[ There's a brief second of silence before he snaps back to attention and nods at the feed, knocking off a fake salute. ] Right! Okay, well, let me know. See ya!

[ ...click. ]
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[ Oh, hey, Wonderland. Look at this rather irate and tired looking teenager. He doesn't have much to say, this time he's gonna keep it short and sweet with the usual dose of awkward and general lack of social grace he has.

Have your local amber alert. Missing teenager: loud, obnoxious, hyperactive... if you've kidnapped him you probably want to return him, he sort of smells and will drive you batty, not to mention he's unbearable unmedicated.
]

If anyone's seen Stiles Stilinski - short, loud, moley, brown hair... He's - uh - either been kidnapped or... [ Isaac swallows and rolls his eyes, he doesn't care, look how much he doesn't care. ]

Yeah, so - uh... [ What does he even say... The werewolves have torn Wonderland up looking for him and couldn't find him, so he's probably not here, but his stuff still is... As long as Wonderland isn't keeping it because it was also Derek's... But if someone's pulled a Tom Hanniger... ]
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[ 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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Action )

[A pretty woman with wild brown hair switches on her device, sitting at the bar. Her attire is a sundress, because evidently, even when in a lady vessel, Gabriel can't stay away from mildly garish fabric. She has the world's fruitiest-looking drink, which she'd snapped together herself, and a swirly straw. Life is too short, she thinks, not to use swirly straws whenever you can.]

Not sure what everybody's complaining about. C'mon, lighten up. If this thing fits pattern, it'll be over soon enough. [She grins, like a certain native cat.] Why not have fun with it while you can? Or, you know, for all our new kiddies out there, drink all the Shirley Temples you can and bounce off of the walls?

[Never put Gabriel in charge of children. Never. You know that sign, "Unattended children will be given an expresso and a free kitten"? Substitute a milkshake or Shirley Temple and a likelihood of that happening.]

I say we deck this place out in treehouses and Slip N Slides and see what happens.

[Replies will come from [personal profile] strawberrysyrup.]
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[ allison can't be the only one who is thankful to have her own body back. she can't. which is probably the reason she looks both relieved and absolutely exhausted- those tv shows? not funny. not funny at all. thankfully she had lydia here to keep her from losing her mind. ]

Hey. [ is she ever going to get used to talking to the network at large? probably not. but each time she feels a little less awkward so maybe it's working.] I was talking to some of my friends about this, and figured I'd mention it to everyone else. Just in case anyone's interested.

I'm not a pro or anything, but I know the basics of self-defense. Not all of us have powers here, or anything to help when the events get more...dangerous, and I figured it might help some other people who don't know as much?

[ a smile, a little sheepish. this kind of sounds like she's bragging which she's not, allison just wants to be helpful. especially with if, what they learned during that future event, is true. everyone's going to need to know how to protect themselves, and she's got a lot of free time. ]

I would be cool with giving lessons, private or in groups or whatever. I haven't done anything like this before, but it couldn't hurt, right? Oh, and I'm Allison. [ have a little wave. ] Let me know.
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[The Cat is lounging in a patch of sun coming through a window, belly exposed, the tip of its tail flicking just slightly, musing to itself.]

Oooh? This hasn't happened in quite some time.

[The Cat rolls over onto its side and kneads the carpet, digging in its claws and pulling at the fibers.]

I wonder what you'll see. When sight is one of the only things you have left of yourself and the only thing you have of them, I imagine it becomes a lot a lot more important.

[The Cat yawns.] Not that I'd know. I'm always whole--it's just that sometimes part of my whole is elsewhere.

[It yawns again. Today is a tired day.

]

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