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[ Elijah’s device comes to life for all of Wonderland to see. This time he’s not alone. He appears to be seated in the tea room with a certain witch and Mikaelson. One that he quite recently got into a little family squabble with. Just another day in the life of the Mikaelson family. It’s a miracle if they’re not fighting. Or perhaps something is very wrong. ]

It is with great sympathy that I announce to any and all who knew him that Niklaus Mikaelson has returned home. To be with my recently departed sister I hope.

[ And Hope. He won’t say that part verbally though. Hope’s still a bit of a secret. Something Elijah will kill to protect. ]

At least I hope he’s returned home. If someone’s done something to him--[ He shifts and clears his throat. ]--this is not a battle you want to start. [ Talking to you Dean Winchester. ]

What my brother means to say, [ Kol begins, easily enough once Elijah finishes. ] is that if either of us learn that this was some sort of attack on our dear brother, I won’t hesitate to hand you over to me brother here in a handbasket, as a nice tasty snack. [ Seriously, vampires are kinda gross, man.

Despite the seeming alliance with his eldest brother, Kol looks tense, and downright agitated - whether he’s as bothered by Nik’s disappearance as Elijah is or if he’s just bothered to be near Elijah, well, that’s anyone’s guess.
] Or I might just finish what I’ve started if you’re a certain hunter. [ Because GOD DAMN IT CAMI. But he had better things to do than hunt down errant hunters, and honestly Klaus made enemies by the second; he didn’t have time for them, not when he was trying to figure out how to soothe Davina’s nerves on the matter of Angelus.

The Mikaelson witch shook his head before turning his unimpressed gaze back to Elijah. He’s played nice, threatened the locals, can he go back to his girl now?

Must you? [ Elijah’s attention turns from Kol to the device. Don’t spread it around that Elijah eats people for fun. Any lives he takes have a reason behind the attack. ] I don’t drink from the vein, but if I suspect you had anything to do with my brother’s disappearance I will handle you accordingly. [ Which means he might just tear out your heart or just bat your head off. Whatever feels appropriate for the situation. Elijah gives a cordial smile before he nods his head. ] That’s all I have to say on the matter. Have a lovely evening.

[ ooc: the brother's will be responding accordingly. if you want a specific one make sure to designate in the title. otherwise it's possible you'll just get both. ]
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[ By the expression she's wearing when her image appears, it's clear that she's got a few complaints to register with...well, whoever will listen, at this point. ]

Okay, you know what? I'm done. Got that? D-O-N-E.

[ You tell 'em, girl. ]

What the hell was that all about? First, we all get a nice, relaxing vacation in some open air baths--like, a complete spa weekend.

[ Don't tell her you've forgotten it already. ]

So it might have been haunted, but that's besides the point. It was about time we had something nice happen for a change. You know, after the giant skinless...giants tried to kill everyone. Which was destructive on top of being super gross. And trust me, I've seen gross.

[ She might as well be an expert at this point. ]

But go from spa weekend to winter psychotic death match? Seriously? What was that all about? Get us to put our guards down just so we play Highlander? Uh-huh. No way, Cordy is not playing that game.

[ As if by just declaring it, she can put a stop to things. Her determination should be accounted for, at least. She points an accusatory finger outwards towards the audience. ]

Don't think you can win me over with a closet that can pump out wardrobes like you've never seen. I know what you're up to. And you're not getting any of my memories for your stupid events.

[ That's right. She's refusing to forget ANYTHING. She picks up what appears to be a hardcover notebook and holds it up for display. ]

I'm starting a diary. Not just of the stuff here, but of everything that's ever happened to me. It's not like there's any point of wasting paper here, right? They can't take our memories if we record them all. And if they try to, then we can just re-remember them by going through our old things.

[ Foolproof. ]

Take that.
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Action )

[after a bit of wandering and a whole lot of information that made next-to-no-sense to her, Faith has made her way to--where else--the kitchen. A box of cereal has been salvaged from a cabinet, and her coveralls have been rolled down to her waist, so when she manages to get the network recording, the image only catches a frowning, brown-haired woman in a white tank top, rather than the glowing neon-orange. Might as well only get the prison questions from people she actually has to see face-to-face.]

Yo. 'Sup? This thing actually working?

[another frown, and then a shrug. Either it is, or she's talking to herself. Can't be much crazier than anything else she's heard today]

Name's Faith, and where I'm supposed to be is way-the-hell-not-here. And not to say it was all sunshine and kittens, but I did kinda make a promise and all, so props or thanks or whatev to whoever can point to the yellow brick road.

[There's a pause and some rather loud crunching as she digs into the cereal box (ever the picture of manners, this one), followed by an afterthought]

By the by...where's a girl gotta go to get a new set of clothes? [still roomless, she was figuring she wouldn't be above shoplifting some new threads for however long she was stuck here]

[ooc - I'm cool with action threads happening pretty much anywhere, since she'll be wandering until she gets to the kitchen. Pre-food, she's likely to lean towards the aggressive side, but it's okay. She's reformed, now. It's mostly all talk.]


May. 11th, 2015 11:18 pm
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[Here's Hayley in a video feed, looking extremely annoyed. This is not how she wanted to continue her day .... at ALL. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and with a loud and annoyed sigh, gets right into it so she can get to her point and get out of here. Hopefully. She is in a mood about this -- sorry, Wonderland. Among other things happening back home, she's recently been reunited with her daughter after several months, and she's quite eager to get back home to her.]

Hi. [A beat.] I have no idea who or what I'm addressing, but here goes. I'm Hayley, and I'll be playing the role of Captain Obvious for a second here. Last I checked, I was definitely in New Orleans. This? Is definitely not New Orleans -- I can tell that much already. So, with my role of Captain Obvious now over, who can tell me the quickest way out of this lovely place [ -- yep, that's sarcasm -- ] so I can go back and be with family and friends? [She has yet to discover that most of them are already here, whoops.] Thanks in advance.

[That's it, that's the video.]
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Okay, look, we have a problem. I've been here for two months and I'm still not a vampire. Why did you think I was asking around? For research? There's a big opportunity here. Vampires don't have reflections. Wonderland has evil mirrors. This isn't that hard to figure out, people.

[april sighs and then heads out with the video outside her room to door of the ballpit, which now contains a new decoration.]

image under cut )

Anyway, vampires aside...[she points at the poster] If anyone sees this man/child attempting to enter the ball pit, please restrain him. I will reward you handsomely. Otherwise, the ball pit is still open to people but you may need to watch out for my new friends, Dracula, the Wolf-Man, and Van Helsing. [raccoons.] Stay cool, Wonderland.
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[Unlike last time, Zelena's not being accidentally filmed again. This is completely intentional today, and wow is she mad.]

Do you really think stealing from me is going to work? Because it won't. All you've done is give me a reason to start searching Wonderland for what I've lost. So instead of leaving the rest of you alone like I'd planned, you can thank whichever thief is among you for what comes next. And believe me, you'll be wishing you could be rid of me something so simple as a bucket of water.

[That's right, it's not her fault. It's Michonne's fault. Blame her if someone gets turned into a monkey or set on fire.]

Unless of course, they'd like to personally come forward and make up for their incredibly poor decision making.


And don't think whoever told them about it is getting off easy either, I'll be having a chat with them as well.

[It's a fairly small list of people who could've told someone about the courage totem, and she controls two of them, so she doesn't see this taking too long.]
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[ Kol appears on the network - and as usual, looking somewhat like a hooligan with cuts all over the left side of his face, it looks as though he decided to try dragging his face across concrete. Thanks dad. He's sporting a dark look, one that looks as though he's out for blood. One might say Wonderhell is lucky he's not an original anymore. ]

Rebekah Mikaelson - my sister, has left, if any of you cared - I'm sure some of you knew the strumpet.

[ It's short and there's some sort of ire to it. ]

Private to Davina )
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[ He's been gone a week. When Elijah returns he's not in his room. He's bobbing in the pool with no idea how much time has actually gone by. He's heard of people going away and coming back. Some with memories and some without. Luckily this time Elijah remembers Wonderland. He also remembers his time at home. What happened with Hayley and his family. What his mother did to him. Kol. Finn. All of it is fresh for Elijah. Kol's here though. They were on their way to making things right here. Even if Kol still insisted that Elijah was still trying to harm him. So much resentment.

Elijah pulls himself from the pool and in his wet suit he returns to what he remembers is his room. It's still the way he remembers organizing it which is comforting. He strips himself of his wet suit and dresses himself quickly. He wants to check and see if his family is still here. After everything he wants to make sure they're all still whole. That Rebekah is still here. She suffered the most.

The feed comes on and Elijah is dry with the exception of his hair. It's still wet and slightly out of place. It seems that Elijah's carefully crafted control has melted away. He's not sloppy, but small noticeable things are out of place with him. ]

It seems I've returned. Plucked away to live out a very lengthy time back home. I trust my siblings are well. And unharmed. [ Looking at you, Dean. ] I do hope I haven't missed anything of grave importance. [ He reaches a hand up to rub at the stubble that's grown while he was away. ] I assume the standard week has passed, but I could be mistaken. If you've tried to call upon me in my time away I do apologize. [ He nods. ] Feel free to get in contact with me now. Have a lovely evening.
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[ Filtered from Jo Harvelle ]

[ The video starts up with Charlie looking pretty cheerful. She's got some plans, guys. ]

What's the haps, Wonderland nation? [ She's feeling especially silly today, but that's all due to the purpose of this video. ] So, one of our esteemed bartenders is having a birthday in a few days, and I thought we could surprise her with a little get together!

Nothing fancy - mostly beer and good food. Simple and fun, a bunch of pals getting together. Gonna happen tomorrow night, starting at 8 pm at the bar.

[ And here she shifts her weight a little, feeling kinda bad but knowing Jo wouldn't want people to come by willy nilly. ]

Invite is for friends only. Sorry, any enemies or demon types.

[ And there she ends the video with a happy little Vulcan salute. ]

[ Private text to Simon Lauchlan ]

Hey pal, wanna help plan a party for our girl?


Apr. 4th, 2015 06:07 pm
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[ Filtered to everyone but Dean Winchester ]

For anyone keeping a running tally of Dean Winchester's kills, I'm now among them.

He has a blade that can kill just about anything, so I would recommend staying out of his way, even if you think you're above the reach of a mere demon. That means you, archangels.


[ Filtered to Sam Winchester, John Blake, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Yao, Jo Harvelle, and Castiel. ]

We have to do something. Two ideas.

1. I cut off his arm and see if it makes a difference.
2. I have a brain slug in a jar that would incapacitate him as long as it remained on his head.

I suspect you'll all prefer #2, won't you?

[ Filtered to John Blake ]

Call me when you revive. I can't find the dog.
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 [well, this is one unhappy little raccoon. having finally realized what exactly is happening, he reacts the only way he knows how:

loudly and belligerently.]

How many of you d'asted idiots eat people in this freakin' place?
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I have an important announcement to make - even if you don't respond, I would greatly appreciate it if you would all listen.

[Evelyn appears tired, having suffered a recent sleepless night and three full days of resurrection, an undercurrent of emotional lividity pressing her forward. Her tone is firm and her gaze is just as hard, tempered steel cooling after being held aloft over a blazing fire.]

A similar network statement was made several months ago by one A. J. Crowley, but the dearth of evidence made it difficult for many to accept, myself included. It is with confidence that I can now inform the greater public that Hannibal Lecter is a psychotic serial murderer who cannibalises his victims.

[She is more disappointed in herself, but she won't blame anyone for doubting her. Crowley had to fight to be heard and Evelyn didn't want to believe it until she saw Will bleeding out on the floor, like a broken doll drenched in red, until she had to reach for her own weapon in self-defence. It feels strange now with all the data before her, files and notes and a strain in her voice that threatens to remind her who kept this information from her in the first place.

The broadcast continues.

Up until four days ago it was difficult to acquire substantial evidence on the identity of the man who killed, ate, and mutilated the bodies of Jesse Pinkman, Clarisse La Rue, and Dean Winchester, but I would like to submit my own recent murder at Hannibal Lecter's hands as adequate testimony.

[Evelyn's jaw tightens and she looks out of the camera frame for a moment, swallowing the vivid recollection and the stale, coppery taste of blood. As (purportedly) the first non-anonymous killing, it falls upon her to ensure than the very same does not happen to anyone else.]

Do not trust him, do not engage him, do not encourage his psychiatric practise by participating in therapy with him. He is a dangerous and skilled manipulator, so much so that I once considered him a friend. Please learn from my mistake.

[Evelyn cuts the feed.]
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[What's that jaunty tune making its way through the tinny speakers on your communicator? Why, it's a charming polka accompanying the nonsensical humming of the one and only Swedish Sweet-ish Chef!]

Herm dee derm dee dee, bee yung ga durka dur, ye-oh gooday on gorp fum bork bork bork!

[Considerably shorter than his usual six-feet-and-four-inches, felted fingers slipping on slick metal utensils as they fly out of his hands and across the room, the Pie Maker Sweet-ish Chef find himself...frustrated, even as his toque bounces in a most delightfully charming fashion. His work is worthwhile and he has long-since abandoned stainless steel for wooden implements while attempting to mix a pie filling, productivity cut in half no thanks to the event.]

Hrrmmm. Herty der flerty floopin. I shmer der floompty...hoon chocolate mousse!

[Perhaps the most annoying part of this experience outside of having little control over his limbs is the constant compulsion to talk when everything that he says makes absolutely no sense.]

Lee me shur hurr de chocolate- [Watch his dexterity as he carefully grips the dish of thick, rich chocolate, spooning it into a large bowl!] -und der handee mit on de hue- [Admire his prowess with the spatula as he flings it across the kitchen as soon as he's done with it!] -list andee hun derfa badiska doo! Now, fer doo mousse!

[See him turn to fetch- oh, no, that's a real goddamn moose he's trying to put into a pie.

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[It's been a long, long time since Angel has made an appearance of any kind over the network. Normally, that's just down to the fact that he's not a social person; certain aspects of the network devices still frustrate and elude him and it's not often that he has much to say to the mansion at large, but what he has to share now has a lot to do with the other reason he's been scarce. It's been months since he's been himself, and in the week that he's had his soul back -- or was it longer, now? -- he's been withdrawn, hidden away in a room that isn't even his own, drinking animal blood far, far away from any of the resident humans, doing what he can to wean himself back off the taste that Angelus had re-awakened in his absence.

When the feed first opens, early on Tuesday morning, it's only voice, and he sounds even grimmer than he usually has in the past. It's certainly a far cry from the biting, tongue-in-cheek cheer that Angelus had displayed.]

I know there are a lot of people here who probably don't want to hear from me anytime soon.

[It feels strange, to be preparing to apologize for something almost exactly a year after he'd played a part in bringing Tom Hanniger's rampage to an end, but he had always known that this was a possibility. Here or anywhere else, there was always a chance Angelus would get out, and it might even be worse that he had waited months to hurt anyone, that he had replaced Angel for months and done damage simply by demoralizing the people Angel himself cared about.]

And I know an apology isn't enough to make up for what's been done. The last few months, the last weeks-- [He lets out a muted noise of frustration. He's not good at this, at articulating himself, at trying to express that he wants to make things right.] I can't undo anything Angelus did. I don't expect forgiveness, or anyone's trust. It's not that simple. But I wanted people to know-- I am sorry, for what he did. I'm willing to keep my distance, stay away from anyone he might have hurt, but I also--

[He sighs.]

From here on out, I also want to offer my protection. That might not be worth anything to some of you, and that's fine, but making amends for Angelus-- [That's all he has. For a long time, now, it's seemed like that's all he ever has.] I don't know if I ever truly can, but it's my job to try and atone for what he's done, regardless. What I've done.

[But that's not the only thing he has to address the network about.]

The other thing is...

[He sighs heavily, slowly, and suddenly the video feed goes live, revealing that instead of a six-foot-plus vampire, the phone is being operated by what is most definitely a puppet. A frowning, poofy-haired, caveman-foreheaded puppet.]

This event is, uh-- it's my fault. These are my memories. [And they're really, really stupid.] I'm sorry, they're-- look, just try not to touch or look directly at any television sets. That's probably safest for everyone.

(OOC: Responses will be coming from [personal profile] smiletime! If you want action anywhere within the mansion or grounds as opposed to talking over the network, Angel can bump into your character wherever and whenever you like, just include the time and place in the header!)
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Back here again, I see. But it seems like I missed something. Not interested in what it was, of course, so don't bother wasting my time with an explanation.

[A noticeably not green Zelena is on the feed, shrugging as if the leftover fortifications and stuff are no big deal. Which they're not really, not to her, sorry. Maybe if she'd been here for whatever had happened, but she wasn't, and a bunch of stuff happened, like not being green anymore, so that's just way more important.]

I'm sure whatever it was was incredibly trying, especially if that thing attacked again, but I'm far more interested in knowing how much time's passed.

[Because why not ask people instead of just looking for a date somewhere?]

And let me guess, Regina's still here isn't she?

[She hasn't even been back in Wonderland that long and she's already annoyed by the fact that her sister might still be here. Then again, that's probably not much of a surprise.]

Along with the rest of them, of course. Can't imagine they all disappeared as well. Assume I'll know soon enough though.
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For Kate Fuller )

[After she's been found and given an explanation--well, it doesn't actually do much to help Cami feel better. Certainly she's been through a physical ordeal, her skin eeriely pale as she appears over the network. The bandage on her neck is a clear indication of the cause, particularly to any who come from a world like hers, full of vampires and werewolves and witches.

Yet somehow she's ended up in a place seemingly more insane. That's something she's clearly trying to come to terms with, given the way she struggles for words during the first few seconds of her broadcast.]

Okay. So, somehow I've ended up in...Wonderland? [No, she still doesn't believe it, deep down hoping for the relief of someone calling her crazy. But she continues on; the girl who'd found her, Kate, sounded so certain. Cami can't help the pang of guilt she feels for wanting her to be wrong.] And I've already heard that it's supposed to be some wacked out magical prison that brings people in from varying realities.

Supposedly there might be people from the same place I'm from: New Orleans. On Earth. [Since again, she's supposedly not. Cami shakes her head, frustrations mounting as she forces herself to continue on.] Although I almost hope there aren't, because if they hear this they're going to think I've lost my mind. But whatever this is, I need to get in touch with them and make sure they're okay.

[Because that's what counts in the end, isn't it? If this is some sort of hallucination or actual, impossible occurance, Cami knows how much danger they were all in just before she woke here. Mikael had the stake and the blade, he knew Klaus was coming, he planned everything out and he really was homocidally nuts. She doesn't want to show it over a network of strangers, but Cami's afraid of what's happened back home, even more than she is of her current situation.]

So, if someone knows the Mikaelsons or Marcel Gerard, or a girl named Davina Claire, I'd really appreciate it if you could point me in their direction.

[She hesitates again, presses her lips together as she considers sending out a message to those people directly--to Klaus--but instead she simply ends the feed there. Hopefully it's enough.]
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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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[ Filtered from Klaus Mikaelson ]

[ Elijah hasn't used the communicator much since he arrived. He's reached out to a few people, but he's made a point to keep to himself. A few people know what he is and he's done what he could to ease their fears that one day he'll turn Wonderland into a main course. Today it's important that he address the people of Wonderland and throw caution to the wind. He doesn't want bodies to stack up. Outing his brother and his own kind isn't something he wants to do, but he won't idly stand by while Klaus cuts a bloody hole through the population of Wonderland. ]

I had hoped to avoid having this conversation. [ He appears to be seated in a big easy chair. Elijah's in his room for the time being. He looks serious. Worse than the night he arrived. ] It seems my hand is being forced though. My brother has arrived here in Wonderland. Which would be a joyous day for most, but I find that it's more of a burden than anything else. [ Niklaus is his brother and he will always love him, but won't let him take advantage of this small community. ] My brother is not someone you want to trifle with. His name is Niklaus Mikaelson. Klaus for short. I urge you to stay clear of him. Do not engage him in any fashion. He will do his best to pull you into his game, but you should do what you can to resist.

[ Out of all the siblings this place could have returned to Elijah it chose to return him Klaus. After everything his brother had done back home it was hard to just accept that perhaps he had changed somewhat in the time that seemed to separate them. ] He's incredibly powerful. Cannot be killed. Please don't do anything stupid. [ He's looking at you, Dean. ] He won't hesitate to kill you. If you find yourself near him then I urge you to call upon me. I'll do what I can to protect you.

[ You daggered him, Klaus. He's got very fond memories of you just stabbing him in the back. You may have lived through the two of them mending fences, but Elijah hasn't been so lucky. You've done nothing, but cause chaos to those around you. It's a miracle Elijah isn't telling them about compulsion or the weapon they need to kill you. ]
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[It doesn't take Neal long to figure out something's up. The Enchanted Forest has some pretty nice places, libraries included, but cell phones? Yeah, they haven't quite gotten there yet. He doesn't use it right away; he's learned a lot about surviving and adapting. Putting his face over an open network to whoever the hell is out there definitely doesn't count as a smart idea. Something clearly must have gone wrong with the spell, and while he doesn't have a chance to figure out the mechanics of that, he's at least got to get a grasp on whatever he can.

Funny how it happens though. Sooner than he would have guessed, the people of Wonderland get to see another new face, wearing the typical look of confusion that marks the just arrived. At least he knows how to use the phone he found; no serious close ups, no fiddling with buttons or throwing it against a wall in fear when it talks.

That counts for something, right?]

You know, you'd think I'd be used to this whole travel between realms thing by now. [Given that it's only been a huge part of his life and everything. But Neal doesn't exactly look comfortable on camera. Who would be, under the circumstances? He frowns down at something in his hands before shifting the phone to show it. Turns out to be the Welcome to Wonderland brochure.] Gotta say though, this is the first time one's come with a welcome packet. Just how reliable is this thing anyway? Because I'm not supposed to be in Wonderland—which yeah, I get everyone probably says that, but I'm not.

[And everyone probably has their own reasons for saying as much. He gets that too, but that doesn't stop him from pleading his case anyway. He sighs softly, trying to figure out what to say, or how many things are safe to reveal. The more he thinks over the mess, the more complicated it gets. In its own way, that makes the choice easier.]

The hell with it.

Look, is Snow White or Prince Charming here? [That probably sounds stupid, except it's totally not. Neal sounds entirely sincere when he starts asking about fairytale characters.] Maybe they're going by David and Mary Margaret. Or Belle or Regina or—hell, anyone from the Enchanted Forest. That's where we were supposed to end up, not down the rabbit hole.

[Except it's not any of them he's really worried about. Yeah, he knows what the brochure says, and it's probably true. It'd be pretty dumb to leave something like that just lying around if it's fake. Still, it's hard to accept when the moment he's drawn from is in fact the moment when he'd been trying to travel to a different realm. Who knows what could have gone wrong with the curse, especially with everyone who mucked with it.

So he has to ask. And part of him has to hope. Can't help it, really. But it's really complicated, since things were supposed to happen to them too. They were supposed to forget, which means that for Emma, Neal is just the deadbeat who abandoned her.]

Emma; Henry? If either of you are out there, and you remember, or you don't, just—say something, okay? Even if you just want to yell at me. I promise I'll explain, but right now I just want to make sure you're both all right.

[He's asked after a lot of people, and Neal's fully aware that none of them might be there. He almost wants to apologize to everyone else. Almost. But if anyone else has family they care for, he probably doesn't need to.]

I guess if someone's out there who knows any of them, I'd appreciate hearing from you too. It's important, and if I can't get back to them--[Nope. He can't think like that. Neal swore he'd find them, and he refuses to start going back on his promises now.]

I just need to know if they're okay. So if you can help with that, then thanks.

[The feed cuts out then, but Neal's still paying attention, just in case. He also starts to wander around a bit. Even if he's got a better idea (and that's a huge assumption, for the record), his earlier thoughts still hold true. It's not the golden rule or anything, but Neal knows to never get into a place he doesn't know the way out of. Now that he's apparently been dumped into one, it's all the more important to figure out as much as he can.]

{ooc: action or text is fine! :) assume he starts off his the library and then ends up wandering. almost anywhere is free game.}

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Aug. 18th, 2014 09:58 am
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[ cora's going to make this nice and quick. after experiencing a normal life as a teenager, sans the canines, and having a repeat performance as herself, cora's beginning to feel a little on edge. as there's no alphas to hunt down and try and lure into a violent dance, cora's had to make do with herself — and similarly to how she feels about being stripped down to the bare essentials that come with being human, she's angry about it. nothing feels enough. nothing ever is enough. not while she's here, not while she has time to actually stop running and fighting. ]

Is there a gym? Getting tired of running outside. Sticks and stones.

[ may not break her bones but they sure as hell bruise as badly as being human and liking it does. running out in the woods isn't punishing enough, unfortunately. even if she wished for a silver bar in her room, it seems to disappear each time cora wakes up. it's as if her own room won't allow her to work herself to the bone. ]

I need a sparring partner. Prefer it to not be Thumper.

[ there's too many rabbits out in the woods. she's not going to bother asking any takers?. ]

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Aug. 5th, 2014 11:11 pm
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[ The video opens up to a gym setting, with punching bags hanging in the background and weight-lifting machines off to either side. Front and center are Steve and Bucky, who don’t seem to have noticed the feed starting up. Steve dodges backward as Bucky's fist clears the space where his head was a moment before. They’re both clearly concentrating, their expressions pinched and serious. Bucky continues pressing forward and Steve inches back on the defensive, never throwing a punch himself.

They’re both extremely skilled fighters. Bucky is fast, tenacious, and precise. Several of his blows look like they would have done some serious damage, if Steve hadn't avoided or outright blocked them. Steve, on the other hand, is even faster and oddly graceful, and he doesn't look to have broken a sweat.

Despite the fact that they’re technically engaged in a fight, there’s something natural in the way that they move together, as if they’re going through choreographed steps rather than testing each other’s mettle.

it's going down, i'm yelling timber | you better move, you better dance )
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[Henry has decided that the first thing he needs to do in this place is reconnect with the people he apparently knew in this place before, because if he's going to start trying to figure things out, even if that just means piecing together the whole two times he's been here before, then this is how he starts.]

Hi! I'm pretty sure some of you already know me. I'm Henry. And I guess I've been here before, but I can't remember it. I've been here twice, and I don't remember ever being here. So, if you knew me, or if we were friends, can we meet? I really want to talk and if we were friends before, who says we can't be again? So, I'll be in the library if anyone wants to come talk. Or you can just send a video back.

[Before he finishes the video, he has one more idea.]

Oh! And if we met when I got here this time, you can come too.

[He almost adds 'unless you're Peter,' but then he thinks that might cause more harm than good, so he simply ends the video with a smile.]
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[ When the screen comes to life Elijah is dressed to the nines still. A tuxedo with tails. A classic look if you ask him. It's never quite gone out of style. His hair is styled different than the original spike he acquired after being undaggered by Damon. He looks mildly amused by the whole situation. But nevertheless this shouldn't be a reason to think him peaceful. He'll kill you if he doesn't get the answer he wants.

Elijah clears his throat and lifts his brows as he surveys the area around him. The camera on the device catches all his movements. He looks back down at it and smiles. ]

Abduction is so quaint. Adorable really. Classic. In the right circles. I find that some classics die out though. You be the judge of this one.

[ He sighs heavily. You can tell he's growing less and less amused by this whole situation. He wants answers and he wants them now. He's not quite as demanding or flashy as Niklaus. It's never really suited him. He's always been the more patient of the two, but even his patience are growing very tired.

There's a small part of him that assumes this is his mother's doing. He had assumed her untruthful, but Elena had assured him that she just wanted to apologize. She vouched for her and he trusted Elena. They had been through too much for him not to. He had saved her countless of times. He thought they were over this. ]

Whoever is responsible--please step forward.

[ He doesn't look particularly threatening, but there's something about Elijah's eyes. They're old. Ancient. Tired. Powerful. He has no problem making a point with violence if he has to. It's his brother's move, but he will steal it if needed. ]

I would like to return home. I have a party to get to. You have three minutes to explain yourself before things get--uncomfortable.

[ The feed cuts out and he pockets the device. He fixes his bowtie and begins to walk towards the house. He can't stay outside forever. Might as well meet the neighbors. ]


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