{Second lease on life ¤ 005 ¤ Video

Mar. 11th, 2019 12:39 pm
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[The bloke on the video is smirking in far too an amused fashion for a new arrival in Wonderland. For anyone that's ever been here more than once, and with their memories of it in tact when they got back, it may almost seem obvious he must be a return, except... he doesn't look like anyone that had gone missing recently at all, does he? Hmm. Curiouser and curiouser.

Kol can't help taking the moment to poke some fun at things. He has this wildly unique opportunity to meet his friends for the first time all over again-- it's far too fun not to goad them.]

Can't say that I recall ingesting any Ayahuasca, but this is one mad trip.
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video | the forbes-mikaelson academy

Mar. 8th, 2019 09:26 pm
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( the feed begins in darkness — for only a moment until the palm covering the camera lens pulls back. revealed is klaus mikaelson sitting next to caroline forbes on a plush, comfortable couch in a large, panelled room with tables, chairs, and bookcases in the background. klaus relaxes back, one of his arms draped behind caroline. )

Evening, Wonderland. ( the greeting is warm. ) Caroline and I have a bit of an announcement to make. A call for interest, if you will. ( he looks her way, handing over the reins. )

( her eyes are alight with excitement, one leg crossed over the other, and she leans forward slightly as she begins to speak.) We’ve decided to open up a school here in Wonderland, which will be open to every resident. First, though, we wanted to ask a couple things. After all, we can’t start until we have teachers and people who want to learn.

It doesn’t matter what you specialize in. If you have a skill or knowledge you would like to share, then please tell us about it. If there’s anything in particular you’d like to learn about, feel free to let us know that as well and we’ll do what we can to accommodate your request. ( she glances back over at him then, to see if he has anything he wants to add.

he couldn’t have said it better himself. after a small, affectionate, and sincere smile at her summation, klaus turns his attention to the device. ) We’d like this to be something we can all share here. So please, let us know. The school is on the first floor, room thirty-two, for anyone who’d like to stop by.

We’ll be here for the next few hours if you’d like to see us in person. Otherwise, you know how to reach us. Hope you hear from you all soon! ( and with that, Caroline reaches forward and ends the feed. )
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video | A dead girl's guide to sucking

Mar. 3rd, 2019 10:24 pm
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I've been thinkin'. [ Typically a dangerous thing for her to do. ] I feel like sometimes, vampires get a bad rap around here. Sometimes back home for me too, but...that's not the point. Point is, we're not all that bad, really!

[ Hear her out! Like, this definitely wasn't inspired by her guilt loop and how most of it involved her being a bloodthirsty bitchy bitch to her ex and ex's mom. Losing someone important to her wasn't worth the thrill of getting a little vengeance. ]

I know, totally hard to believe, right? But with more of my "kind" here, I don't want anyone gettin' all antsy and stuff. Not that it's happened. But it might.

[ She is most definitely not referring to a certain someone whose last name begins with an F and ends with an itz. There's probably a "fucking asshole" or two thrown in there for good measure, too. ]

So! [ She beams brightly. ] I figured I'd put together a little list to help clear the air some. Just keep in mind some of my fanged friends are weirder than others, okay?

[ After clearing her throat, she grabs her list and glances down at it to read. ]

One, just 'cause we like blood doesn't mean we're gonna go suckin' people dry. We ask permission or take donations.

[ ...Mostly true. ]

Two, we don't sleep in coffins. Like, seriously? Ugh. Why're so many movie vampires so goddamn weird? But I guess it's better than sleepin' under the floorboards like I used to have to back home. Yeah, don't ask.

Anyway, three. [ And now it's starting to get apparent that her list miiight not be super well thought out. Well, more apparent. ] We've got cool powers, but that doesn't mean we go abusin' 'em all the time. I mean, yeah, okay, I know it's obnoxious as fuck when I zip around all the time, but if you could run at like fifty miles an hour, you'd wanna do it all the time too, right? And sometimes it's fun to do stupid shit! It's--it's just cool.

[ There's a pause as she purses her lips awkwardly then gingerly puts her list down. She's begun to realize a lot of her examples boil down to LOOK WHAT I CAN DO. ]

Um. Well. I don't wanna hurt anyone. I like helpin' way more than bein' terrifyin'. [ Then, after a longer pause: ] That's all for now. Bye.

[ Thanks for listening to the unofficial vampire ambassador's TED talk. ]
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Feb. 1st, 2019 12:28 pm
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[Souji is sitting cross-legged on a round bed in some random room in the love hotel. From the motion of the background, it's clear the bed is...spinning. Not super fast, but noticeably. Because it's a love hotel and why not.]

So, this is my event.

[He says this with no real emotion behind it. It's hard to tell if he's amused or embarrassed or really anything at all. He's quiet for a minute, then adds, wryly:]

You're welcome.

[before signing off.]
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{Is it all some game, where everything stays the same? ¤ 004 ¤ Voice

Jan. 22nd, 2019 09:04 pm
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[Kol hasn't been on the network in awhile. He's been a bit preoccupied in recent history, and then... well, things come up. He won't go into all the sordid details, but he's got some thoughts kicking around after having some news of home dropped on him. Granted, he'd asked for it to be laid out for him, but still. As is typical with his family, the news was more like warfare he had to look forward to.

Which is still an odd thing to wrap his mind around. Death not sticking isn't a Wonderland-new sort of ideal to him. He's died and not stayed that way before, and his parents had hated every ounce of what their children became for their own paranoid actions. And he'd done it again, at the hands of the Gilbert children, and in flames, before he'd appeared here.

He can't quite make heads or tails of how he feels about everything his sister has told him, and he doesn't particularly look to talk about much of it at all, but he does still have a topic to address the Wonderland populace at large about.]

Is there anything you've had taken from you that you'd do nearly anything to get back? Are there lines you wouldn't cross, even for something truly important to you, into the core of who you always thought you were, would be, should've been? What are you limits? Why do you have them?
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✥ video .005

Jan. 18th, 2019 08:29 pm
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[ Chloe is sitting at her desk with the camera propped up in front of her, and she looks wholly uncomfortable, which is par for the course whenever she addresses the network. She takes a deep breath, speaking with an even tone, clearly having rehearsed what she's about to say quite a few times. ]

Hi, everyone. If you don't know me, my name is Chloe Decker. I've been in Wonderland for almost two years, and before I came here I was a homicide detective with the Los Angeles Police Department. For the last few months I've been running the Deux Lux bar and nightclub, so if you don't know me personally, maybe you've seen me there. That's, uh, not really the point of this, though.

[ She clears her throat and pushes her hair over her shoulder, trying to get back on track. ]

I'm not closing down Lux or anything, but I've come to terms pretty recently with the fact that I'm always going to be a cop. About a year or so ago someone put together a guard to help protect people who had died multiple times in Wonderland. That person has since gone home but I always thought it was a good idea, and even though our relationship with the Mirrorside has seemed to change a little since last year, I think the concept is still applicable. So what I'd like to do is talk about reforming something similar, a group of people who have experience that might be able to offer resources or even protection for those who need it, especially during the more chaotic events.

And even outside of them, when necessary. Some of you are probably aware of an incident that occurred last year involving one of our own being murdered, and I don't think I'm the only one who felt helpless to do anything during that situation. I don't plan on laying down any law here... For the most part, I've learned we take care of each other as best we can. But I do think there is a basic code that needs to be upheld and that is one of decency towards each other, and for me, that means letting the people I care about know that they have somewhere to turn when they need help. I think this idea could help with that, whether it be organizing rescues or safe areas during events, or developing some kind of due process when someone is doing active harm to our community.

[ The part of the script she's more or less memorized is over at that point, so she presses her lips together and nods at the camera. ]

I'm open to suggestions, and volunteers.
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+ Here I Go Again +

Jan. 7th, 2019 12:35 pm
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[ Today, the Gryphon looks quite proud of himself, monocle over his right eye. ]

I know you all are simply dying to know the vague musings of what may be happening next in our fair Wonderland, but I simply must urge you to all look in the bag I’ve placed outside of each of your residences. I do hope you enjoy such a fine piece to wear this winter.

[ Every resident has received a sweater. A belated holiday gift, and he’s quite proud of himself. ]

Now, as far as what may be next for you all, well. It won’t be anything you haven’t gone through before. I dare say some of you may even make the same mistake twice. Humans are quite good at that, after all. So disappointingly naive, all of you.

[ He gives the equivalent of a shrug before landing on the edge of the roof and beating his wings a bit. ]

Prove me wrong this time.
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tenth galaxy [video]

Jan. 10th, 2018 02:28 pm
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[As usual, when the camera turns on, Shepard looks a little stressed. When is she not, if we're being real here. She's not as serious as the last time she was on the network, but this is obviously a prepared address. As usual, her torso and head are in view, as she's broadcasting from her omni-tool on her left arm currently swung around to her front.]

Alright, so in the spirit of New Year's resolutions, I'm back to put some action items on the table. For those of you who remember the last time I was around, it's kind of about that. For those who don't or are too new, here's your reminder or introduction that this place is trying to kill us.

[She links to her last broadcast, which she'll do at pretty much every opportunity. That is not information she's letting die.]

That said, after talking with Evelyn O'Connell about this, she instituted the death count and I'm here to keep up my end of the bargain. I want to establish a guard, sort of- this isn't a full-time position but I can't promise it's not dangerous. We need to have something in place to protect people with higher death counts, and stop ones who are low from gaining more. Ideally I'd be looking for people to commit to playing bodyguard or organizing with me and others when shit gets rough. While Evelyn is... missing, for a while, I've got access to that data. Which if you haven't reported to her, I think you should.

[Or at least, the version of it before she left, that Shepard will be referencing.]

I want to stress that this is voluntary, but I also want to make it pretty damn clear that I'm tired of people fucking off and dying. The more hands on deck we have, the better. That said, if you commit to this, I want you to commit. I'm gonna need general defense and some point people to play personal escort during events to high-risk targets. If you're interested in either, let me know.

[A small pause.]

I'm also totally here to accept questions on 'oh shit, this place is actually trying to murder us' and 'who the hell are you', because I bet I'm going to get a thousand of those too. Which uh, right. Hey. Commander Shepard. Trained marine, sniper, ten years special ops experience, I know what I'm doing, thanks.

[She gives a little two fingered salute to the camera, tapping from her right temple.]

Shepard out.
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The Seventh Gambit

Dec. 12th, 2017 08:33 am
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[The Red Queen appears on the video standing, poised, in the entranceway in front of the giant cookie Christmas tree. She gazes at the camera for a moment, as though waiting until she has everyone's attention, before speaking. Her message is broadcast on both the real side and mirror side networks simultaneously.]

Good morning, dear Real Things. I've been remiss so far in not appearing before you. By way of apology, I've arranged for a special holiday treat for you all. Dear Bill has implemented it beautifully.

[She raises both hands and gives a quiet clap before lowering them again, clasped in front of her. She's smiling serenely.]

Let me also say that the dear Mirrors are invited over should they wish to enjoy the festivities. You do deserve to have fun some of the time. I've even arranged special gifts for you a little later on.

In parting, I will give you this advice: Do not overindulge. Too many sweets before bedtime can upset your stomach and ruin your dreams.

[There's another brief pause, which she spends smiling, as though letting her words sink in. Then the video ends.

She will be available over the network to answer responses, but should anyone venture to the entranceway looking for her, she will not be there for in-person audiences.]
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M e s s a g e 3 8

Oct. 23rd, 2017 08:02 pm
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[The first thing anyone sees, even before the person posting...is a little pig, in one of the tea rooms. It snuffles and sniffles and sweeps the room for signs of danger, and once it is satisfied it trots away.

Then in a blink, Alice is standing in the middle of the room, pig cradled in her arms. And for the first time ever on the network, her face has wide blue eyes. She's a bit frantic, but otherwise unharmed.]

I think I'm starting to get used to doing that on purpose... Ah, hello everyone! It's...been some time, hasn't it?

[Even Alice can't seem to hide the fact that it's rather awkward to suddenly have eyes when she did not before. The pig squirms and she lets it down, as she's discovered it's wisest to listen to what the Duchess' pig wants.]

I'm so sorry to interrupt everything, but I need to warn you all! Something-- something terrible is going to happen soon! I don't want to cause anyone alarm, but it may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

[It's all distressing, and Alice crouches down to the pig's level so she can play with it's ears absently as she talks. It lets her.]

I'm afraid I still can't explain how I know, and the details are...rather distressing. But I promise, I'd never lie to all of you! I could never!

[She's adamant about that much at least. Even if her message isn't clear, there's more clarity in the way she speaks about it - she understands the importance of these messages now, in a way she'd forgotten for so long.]

Please, everyone. Take care of yourselves this weekend. I think it may be all you can do.
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two point verification [Video]

Oct. 6th, 2017 04:07 pm
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[It's video, this time, because lucky you. He's calling people out, and if he expects them to show their face to him, least he can do, he figures, is start off that way himself. You see what you get here, Wonderland. To make it all civilized and shit, he's in the Tea Room. ]

So.

I hear dying here makes you some Big Fucking Problem or something. And yeah, I know, there's some database/spreadsheet/accountant shit you're making to log all this.

But, it strikes me, that any one of you can lie. And if you come back as a big fucking problem, you're definitely going to lie.

[He can handle big fucking problems, if it comes to it, but they don't need to know that. Some can probably figure that shit out, though, if, you know, they got eyes here.]

So, yeah. Gonna need to talk to... [He looks down at a written list for a second.] right.

Dan Palmer. Sam Winchester. Souji Seita [Yeah, he probably butchers the pronunciation of that last one. And they can probably figure out why he wants to talk to them. ]

You know where to find me.

((OOC: anyone else welcome to respond/action/peanut gallery/whatevs, too. Come at him, bro!)).
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Sep. 16th, 2017 10:14 pm
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Apparently I'm not the only one who randomly got something today. As pretty as this is, it's not my style. Is anyone missing this?

[Daisy held up a blue pendant in front of the camera.]

Looks like it was hand made, not sure if the camera is really picking that up.

Also it looks like at least one other person received the note I did with mine. So my guess is someone, or something, is messing with other peoples belongings. Nothing of mine seems to be missing.
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Astral Destruction

Aug. 3rd, 2017 02:06 am
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[ Clementine and Mae appear on the screen. It’s a little girl and a cat girl. They’re standing in a room on the first floor. Clem has a crowbar in her hand, slung over her shoulder. Mae has her trusty baseball bat and a very cat-that-got-the-canary grin on her face.]

Hey, so… Mae told me about how she breaks shit sometimes and how it’s… cathartic? [ that’s the word she used, right? ] And I tried it with a light bulb. It felt pretty damn awesome so we thought it might be cool to have an official place where people could break stuff whenever they needed to deal with bullshit.

[Mae immediately picks up the thread, grinning wide.]

So we are super effing pleased to introduce…The Destruction Room.

[She pans the camera over to the sign on the door. It’s generic and straight to the point. Then she pans the camera around to take in the room. There’s rows of shelves filled with china plates, vases, glass figurines and other fragile-looking items. Along the walls are dozens of light fixtures and free-standing lamps, as well as just a metric ton of lightbulbs, both fluorescent and incandescent. All of it is very precariously displayed and it looks like it wouldn’t take much to just knock some of these shelves right over.]

Isn’t it amazing? We stocked it with everything that could possibly go smash.

[Clementine gestures then to have Mae pan the camera toward the wall on the side which has a giant weapon rack with every blunt weapon imaginable from bats to maces to hammers and more. ]

Over on this wall, we’ve got every blunt weapon you can think of so you can really make the breakables crack into a hundred awesome pieces. Also, it’s on the first floor, room 4 so if you hit yourself in the foot or get glass stuck in your arm or something, the clinic’s right next door.

Yeah, we pretty much thought of everything. Because we’re awesome.

[Mae holds out her hand to Clementine for a high-five. Clementine leans over, high fiving her back, with a smile. Totally awesome. ]

Anyway, yeah, come on down and get your smash on. Work out some of that pre-event anxiety or whatever.
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BREAKING } from Ace of Spades, the Wonderland blog of Georgia Mason, entry #7

May. 19th, 2017 11:03 pm
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As many of you have no doubt noticed by now, we are in the midst of what, for lack of a better word, I'll call an event. Not a normal event, though. Wonderland hasn't raked through anyone's memories and put bits of our lives on display. This is the doing of individual Reals and Mirrors, and the fallout of their actions, proving once again, our greatest enemies will always be ourselves.

Leopold Fitz and Cisco Ramon, two scientists that started out with the best of intentions, as so many scientists do, have been trying to create a way out of Wonderland, though they refrained from sharing this information with the public before running their experiment last week. "I don't think anyone's been that in the dark that some of us have been working on trying to find a way home. There's no sense in getting people's hopes up over something that is almost certainly destined to fail the first few, probably hundred times," said Ramon, when questioned.

( Lots more words and a picture under the cut. George uses so many words, guys. So many. )

[ooc: feel free to threadjack around and discuss with each other in the comments! Turn this into the nightmare comment section all articles deserve.]
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[Voice]

May. 10th, 2017 11:14 pm
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[The Astrophysics lab is a bit of a mess at the moment, covered in alarming mechanisms that aren't fully installed yet. To keep people from jumping to conclusions, Fitz is opting for an audio-only message today.]

Apologies for the interruption. I just wanted to give ample notice that the lab will be performing some testing on this coming Friday. Please be advised that the fourth floor might be excessively noisy during the proceedings. We won't be working with anything particularly dangerous, so please don't be alarmed by anything you hear.

We're quite sorry for any inconveniences this might cause. It might be a good day to stay outside to avoid the noise pollution.

Thank you for your time.
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✥ video .001

Apr. 17th, 2017 07:40 pm
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What the-

[ When Chloe appears on the network, she's cast largely in shadow and looks a little wet. Every few seconds she shivers, pretending like she isn't scared, but not bothering to hide that she's pissed. The signature stalactites of the underground caves can be made out above her, although at the moment, she is more interested in the device in her hand and whoever she may be speaking to. ]

Finally. This is Detective Chloe Decker of the LAPD. I just... found myself in this horror cave and I don't know how to get out. I don't know if this device is meant to communicate with whoever brought me here, but if it is, it would really be in your best interest to let me go.

[ As if this week couldn't have gotten any worse. Chloe feels like she just can't cut a break anymore, not that she ever really could before. ]

If anyone else sees this message... I need some help.
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video + action

Apr. 5th, 2017 09:01 pm
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[It’s perhaps one of the most peaceful events Cami’s ever experienced. It had felt more like a field trip than anything sinister or cruel, a journey into outer space untainted by some twist to their personalities or memories. In the two years she’s spent in Wonderland, Cami can’t name another time when the machinations of this place have been so kind.

Which is why, she thinks, she should expect the announcements that filter through the network so soon thereafter. Announcements of departure, of loss so like death, and two of those names strike Cami so closely that it feels like someone’s torn a wound into her chest.

She doesn’t put up anything right away—but it also doesn’t take so long as one might expect from someone who is grieving. Cami has always processed her pain by throwing herself into something, finding some action to take.

This time, there’s a rather large one.

She’s not in her own office when the feed opens, or even the privacy of her room. Instead she’s sitting at the bar—not behind it. Not until she’s finished the glass of bourbon she’s poured herself at the very least.

It’s neither the first, nor the last she’ll have that day.]

Starting today, the therapy office will be closed for the next week. [She pauses, her eyes lowering for a moment as she takes a breath.] Maybe longer. It depends on how long the other part of this takes. If anyone has an emergency, you can call me, but I won’t be keeping regular hours. Sorry.

[She looks back towards the camera then. Cami thinks she should feel some guilt about it, hence the apology—but she doesn’t.

They can live without her for a week.]

That other part I mentioned is this: the fifth floor bar. [She waves a hand briefly towards the space around her, but the truth is, most everyone likely knows about it already.] I’m the last regular worker here, which in theory makes me the de facto owner. The thing is, I already have one full time job. I can’t run this place alone.

[Cami can recognize that much of a limit at least. There’s a break while she takes a drink; the feed is pretty quiet, all things considered.]

I’m not giving it up. [Let’s establish that first.] But I need help. Bartenders especially, although if you want to volunteer and you don’t have any experience, I can teach you. I’m hoping to find some people who do, however, before Friday.

We’re going to be hosting—well. The closest thing to it would be an Irish wake. [She’s trying to be kind. It is a wake for Jo, because she’s dead in her world. Dead and gone, because just being stripped of her memories of Simon somehow isn’t bad enough.] Irish specifically, because it’s not for grieving. It’s for celebrating the people who were here and who aren’t now. See, if you knew Jo and Simon especially, you know they wouldn’t want a bunch of sad mourners crying over them. They'd want another way to be remembered, so that’s what’s going to happen. ABBA and all.

[Grieving can come before or after--and after. Cami leans forward towards the camera, a grin on her lips that doesn’t quite manage to be happy.]

We’re going to celebrate the chance to have had them in our lives, for however long that lasted. Because if anyone managed to find a way to live in this place, and to make it truly good? It was them.

[It should still be them.

Cami takes in a breath; someone listening closely enough might hear how shaky it is. What’s easier to see is the brief brush of her fingers under her eyes, wiping away the tears that threaten to form and fall. She knows she needs to finish this soon, and she tries to smile again. Maybe she even manages to be a bit friendlier this time.]

Friday night. Wear your neon. And if you’re interested in helping out, either just for the night or long-term, let me know.

[And with that, she cuts off the feed.]
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eighth galaxy [video]

Apr. 1st, 2017 12:14 am
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[The camera opens on Shepard standing against a display wall, with a bunch of chatter going on behind her. There's some text displayed, but it's too big to be seen through the limited scope of the video. She smiles, and mock salutes with two fingers.]

Gotta say, out of all the things Wonderland could've drawn from for me, this is probably the best end of the deal. So hey everybody, welcome to the Citadel. Yes, you're in space. No, you don't need a suit unless you wanna go outside, and I wouldn't recommend it.

[She swaps the video feed for a few moments to outside her surroundings, showing a crowded view of the Silversun Strip, and then back to her face.]

The Citadel's the hub of galactic government in my universe. Lots to do, lots to see. You've probably all got omni-tools, but they're pretty basic to learn. In general, try to stay away from any places that look seedy, and if it's illegal where you come from, it's probably illegal here. Otherwise, go wild. If you need directions, the holographic terminals are VI information guides. Ask 'em whatever. Or, y'know, you've got the extranet in the palm of your hands, so you can just search it yourself.

[She looks like she's gonna stop, and then grins a little bit wider.]

Oh, and one more thing...

[She steps away from the wall to show she's standing in front of a display sign. A very particular display sign.]

I re-maxed my high score at the Armax combat arena. I'll buy anyone who can beat me without cheating a free meal. Good luck.

[She winks, and cuts the feed.]
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ᴏɴᴇ . ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ

Feb. 23rd, 2017 04:04 pm
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[ those soft squelching sounds, insistent and crying meows, and thumps you hear are accompanied by flashes of color and white fur. this is iskra, a cat, being absolutely impossible and absolutely adorable to her sometimes master (or perhaps more aptly put, subject) klaus mikaelson.

both of which the lucky audience of wonderland gets to see, quite candidly, in a moment. ] Iskra. [ klaus' admonishment is spoken in a gruff undertone but the affection is obvious; it's not the first nor does he expect the last time his afternoon companion will demand more attention than she's due. (but that doesn't mean he won't give it to her.)

he pulls the cat against his chest, his fingers spotted just some with paint. there are speckles of color on iskra as well, and her paws, one of which she lifts to nudge at klaus' chin, leaving behind a blue spot. he blinks but is nonetheless charmed by her familiar behavior despite himself. then, not to be outdone, she reaches to do the same to the canvas.

with a soft tsk of more admonishment, klaus teases her. ] A modernist, are we? A pointillist?

[ it's only then the movement of the recording video on his phone catches klaus' attention. ] Bloody— [ the "hell" bit is cut off, mostly because iskra leaps from klaus' arms to the paw the phone now too.

fin. ]
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001; Well I've Got Thick Skin And An Elastic Heart.

Feb. 14th, 2017 03:48 am
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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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Feb. 13th, 2017 10:29 pm
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Wonderland's worst feature are its events.

That's a pretty common thought, right? Only this place doesn't usually come up with events on its own. They're all just baggage it dredges up from our own worlds. When you look at it that way you could probably even make a case for Wonderland itself being pretty decent.

So here's a question: You've got the choice, go back to where you left off, or stay in Wonderland for good. Which one do you pick, and why?
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Feb. 9th, 2017 05:54 pm
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[This isn’t Cami’s first time preparing to advertise the therapy office, and some of the steps are pretty routine by now. She’s got the space neat and ready, her mirrors already broken and covered up so there would be no unwelcome interruptions from that end. She props up the phone nearby, so it can capture whatever spiel she’s about to offer to the citizens of Wonderland. The last part is figuring out just what to say, which she hasn’t quite managed yet. Cami’s plan is to give herself a bit of time, to piece together the words, and then start the video when she’s all set.

Her phone has other plans—or, you know. It would if it weren’t an inanimate object. While she means to record, Cami’s intention isn’t to broadcast. But she does, so the mansion can now watch as she paces slowly around the room with arms crossed over her chest, seemingly talking to herself.]

I think everyone would agree that the last event was incredibly difficult. [Who would say otherwise, given the constant risk of suffocation, the odd repetitions of time, the mass of jumbled and confused posts filling the network?] Unfortunately, it’s not going to be the last one that’s hard to bear. Many of the events here put us through terrible things, circumstances that no one should have to face—

So everyone feel worse about it, so you can start to feel better! [She shakes her head at herself as she realizes how that sounds. Toeing the line of truth without being blunt isn’t exactly the easiest thing to do, guys.] Okay, O’Connell. One more time, without making everyone more depressed.

[There’s silence again, Cami mulling over a better introduction. After a few minutes (and a few passes in front of the couch), she nods, bracing herself as she tries again.]

I think after the event we all just went through, everyone would agree that this world is far from a perfect place. But it doesn’t have to be perfect to still be…good. [She smiles, seemingly more satisfied with the opening.] While most of us—no. While many people are understandably eager to go home, the way things stand right now, that’s currently out of our control.

[Her pacing stops, though she smiles still. What comes next is something she’s known for a long time, but only recently truly understood.]

All we can do is try and find a way to live here in the meantime.

[She tucks her hair back behind her ear, weighing the words she’s just said. On the whole, much better than her first attempt, and she resumes walking and thinking aloud.]

And for some people, therapy can be beneficial towards doing that. It isn’t the easiest step to take; a lot of people think going to therapy means something’s wrong with them, that they aren’t good enough somehow. But as hard as it is to admit you need help—might need help—once you do…

[Her voice trails off again. Idly, Cami’s hand reaches up to toy with the pendant she’s taken to wearing as of late: a small cross made of diamonds.

God, the last few months were hard ones.]

Once you do, you’d be amazed how much better things can get.

[But she knows not to say that for real. Her personal experience aside, Cami is well aware that therapy isn’t a magic fix-it button or an immediate cure all. So she’s quick to shake her head, mentally striking that line from her upcoming speech.]

Okay, so less miracle worker at the end, but that wasn’t bad. [Dropping down on the couch, Cami reaches for the phone, meaning to review what she’s just put together, make her changes, practice once more and then broadcast for real.

As such, Wonderland gets a pretty good view of her expression when she realizes that she’s already been sending her message out over the network.]

Is this…oh God. [She groans, resting her free hand against her now reddening face.] It’s already on the network. Well, hi there, Wonderland. Welcome to this behind the scenes look at the therapist in residence embarrassing herself.

[Right. Still recording, Cami. Now is not to die of mortification.]

So obviously that was all supposed to just be practice, but it’s also true. And there is a therapist office on the sixth floor, room twenty if anyone is interested in talking.

[She sighs, but at least the sound ends with a soft laugh. What else can she do at this point?]

And I promise I’ll have the phone put away so this doesn’t happen to you.



{{ooc: Also open to action if you’d prefer to have your character just show up. Cami’s there all day.}}
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Jan. 22nd, 2017 08:21 pm
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Back when I arrived (the first time), someone posted this. It was a lot of fun, so I thought I'd do it tonight. It's better than staring at this data and willing it to change.

Word association. Reply with the first word that comes to mind. No cheating.

To start us off: help.

[ ooc: threadjacking is not only allowed, but fully encouraged! go nuts, people. ]
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Jan. 4th, 2017 09:51 pm
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[ It's a good thing nobody can see Sam right now, because the younger Winchester brother isn't having a particularly Happy New Year thus far. Why? ]

This is Sam Winchester. I need somebody who can-- someone who's got experience in, uh... Sumerian. [ He seems distracted enough to not explain, or at least to not find any humor in how obscure his request is. ] And, maybe more importantly, anyone who is good with ciphers. If you've got time, I'm in the library, and I could really use your help.

[ "What for, Sam?" There's a pause, and then: ]

I'll explain when you get here.
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video } regrets I've had a few but then again too few to mention

Jan. 2nd, 2017 11:04 am
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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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Dec. 27th, 2016 08:24 am
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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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Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things.

Dec. 24th, 2016 10:56 pm
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[The past weeks and months have been nothing but complicated for Cami, to say the least. She's found out a terrible truth in her future back home, and given her conversation with Freya upon the woman's return, it's safe to say there are probably a few more unwanted discoveries lurking out there, in the darkness. She's slept and she's dreamed, and maybe that's a terrible promise to come too. But right now, as the hours stretch on during the night of December 24th, Cami isn't looking to lose herself in the mire of all things that aren't fair, aren't simple, aren't right with the world.

She wants something better. Something simpler.

So she commandeers an empty room on one of the mansion's higher floors, just for the night. The decorations are sparse: some padded benches if people want to sit and think, all facing the front where there stands a table covered with rows and rows of red candles. A few are burning, most aren't. There's enough light to see in the room itself, but not so much that it overwhelms the glow of each individual flame.

When the feed starts, she's not facing the camera; instead, Cami stands in front of that table--in front of three candles, unlit in the center.]

"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."

It's a Bible verse written on the grave of someone very important to me back home. I was raised Catholic, although--[she laughs]--I'm pretty terrible at it. But I've always believed in light, and hope. In the goodness that can overcome.

Whatever's going on in our dreams is taking it's toll, and I doubt many people really feel like celebrating. But today and tomorrow do mean something, for a lot of people. For my family and I...

[Midnight mass. Listening to Kieran lead his congregation to celebrate a miracle. Voices singing in joy. The beauty of the service, and the candles glistening in the dark. Cami takes a moment to regain her thoughts, giving the phone a quick glance before continuing on.]

I've set up this room in case anyone wants a place to reflect tonight. It's on the ninth floor, room four. This isn't a religious service or anything like that. Just...somewhere where there can be peace.

[And tonight, she needs that, because the reality is? Cami's set up this place for herself. She swallows just to keep her expression calm, then reaches towards a jar at the end of the table with long, thin wooden matches inside. She picks one to light with the fire of a candle already burning before turning back to those three candles in the center. She touches the match to each one, sparking a flame before moving on to the next. Three candles, three lives.

Three deaths.

She doesn't say their names. She simply blows out the match when the task is done before turning off the video. She'll spend most of her night in that room, sitting on one of the benches regardless of whether anyone joins her, watching the lights, and listening to the silence.]
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Dec. 2nd, 2016 07:13 pm
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[The video comes on to show Shepard's face, looking like she is a hairline trigger from 'irritated' to 'might rend something with her bare hands', but really, can best be described as 'done with her entire life, and looking into the camera like she's on the Office as demons scream behind her. In literal Hell'.]

Alright. This probably should've been expected out of this place eventually. But y'know what? Nope. Not doing this like we've done the last couple events. 'Mm just not.

[She pans the camera around to display her surroundings, about in the middle of the 'camp' they all seem to have been dumped in.]

No more divide and falter. If you can fight, and you don't want to sit here and deal with this crap anymore, meet me here in the next half an hour. I'm setting up patrols and watches until Wonderland remembers it's ass from it's head. No shame if you can't, complete shame if you won't.

[Usually she'd smile or do a mock salute, but she's just... she's just done. She's so fucking done.]

See you soon. Don't die.
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Dec. 1st, 2016 08:59 am
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[The ambient sounds of Lux Deux is prominent in the background as the feed starts up again, and for a long time it is the only sound aside from the clink of the glass being moved against the bar while Freya tries to get her words in order. She’s ascertained from her siblings at this point that she’s been gone far longer than would be considered “normal” for Wonderland – if there ever was such a thing.

She could simply announce that she’s returned and leave it at that, let those who wish to seek her out come find her, but that has never been her way, and while she doesn’t wish to talk about herself, she’s curious about something else.]

A question for you, Wonderland, though it is a rather specific one.

[Her words are slow and deliberate, likely indicating the amount she’s had to drink at this point – enough to dull the events of the last few months spent home, but not enough to make her sloppy – and the sound of her placing the glass back down on the bar can be heard before she continues.]

At this point, I’m sure we’re all aware of the … complications, involving those of us arriving from different points in the same timeline. For those of us who have come here and then learned of our future before actually going home to live through it, what do you think was worse? The speculation of what was to come, or the events themselves?

[There’s a small scrape as the glass is lifted again.]

Would you prefer to have remained ignorant, or do you feel at peace having lived the truth for yourself?

[And she’ll have the device with her to answer replies, though if you would prefer to visit her in person, she would not say no to company either. She’s probably going to be at the bar for a while.]
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OPINION } from Images May Disturb You, the Blog of Georgia Mason, entry #2

Nov. 9th, 2016 04:17 pm
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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?
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