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Jan. 18th, 2019 12:39 pm
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[The image on the screen is blurry, the camera at an angle that shows Wendy but not much more. A bit more subdued than usual, if only in the lack of candy and laughter.]

You think the least this place could do it let us say goodbye, you know? I can't be the only one that feels cheated on that, right?

I'm thinking about setting up like a wall or something for like notes or something because we lose a lot of people here who we know we'll never see again, and that just sucks.
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[ Regina's gone. So's Snow. So's Henry.

Out of the three of them, only Henry's things are gone completely but Wonderland's made mistakes before, right? Clementine was gone for so long once, her things vanished, but then she was back and she remembered.

For five days Michonne trains harder, runs longer, broods in darker corners. But now she can't stop thinking about the fact that so many people have left, and about how many people have left her specifically.

She needs a distraction. ]


Has Wonderland really fucked up in the past and gotten something wrong that we start seeing as 'normal?' I know someone who left once, all things gone like when it's supposed to be forever, only she came back, and she remembered everything. But she was gone for almost a month. Not just a week.

[ A hand rubs across her forehead, and as she pulls the camera further out, she's standing in an empty room. ]

Regina, Snow, and Henry are all gone. All of Henry's stuff left. I don't know if that means...Wonderland fucked up for him or forgot to take Regina and Snow's things too.

[ On her features, there is no panic. Internally though, she's screaming. Rick left - twice - Andrea left, Philip left, Carl left (also twice), Beth left, Daryl left. Everyone she pulls close, calls family, loves, they go. And she stays.

She thought she had something more to say but instead she just ends the video. ]
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[ Snow White is baking again, but this time the vibe in the air is much happier than the last. She turns on the video, smiling and then pans the camera to the kitchen. ]

Hello, everyone! I wanted to let you all know I've been baking again, and there are all sorts of fall inspired desserts to be had in the kitchen. I've made ginger cookies, pumpkin pies, apple crisps, a cinnamon apple cheesecake, sweet potato cupcakes with marshmallow frosting and a few other goodies. It's all available to anyone.

[ She pans to show the full counter space even while speaking. ]

Oh! And if any of you have a favorite dessert or baked good you'd like, let me know? I'm more than happy to try my hand at it. I'll be down in the kitchen cleaning up for a while, so drop by if you'd like. I would love your company.

[ The camera goes back to her face where she smiles again before the video fades. ]
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[ARRIVAL; Action]

[It's been something of A Day for Louis. A roller coaster of some really awesome and some really horrifically terrible shit. One minute, he was standing over that absolute jackass, Abel, and the next he's stumbling out of the first floor storage room out into the corridor with some comedic arm flailing. He catches himself, then stills, glancing around the space that is definitely not Ericson's courtyard.]

Toto, we're not in Kansas any more.

[He lets out a soft laugh that's toeing a little too close to hysterical. Carefully, he slides what looks like (and turns out IS) a chair leg with nails rammed into the top from an inside pocket of his held-together-by-love-and-duct-tape trenchcoat. For the observant, there's a blood stain on the upper arm, dry, a few weeks old, but definitely there, and definitely around a recently duct-taped hole. He raises his makeshift mace as he edges to a window, peering out at the perfect, beautiful Walker-free grounds.]

Oooookay, Lou. You're having a little bit of a psychotic breakdown. That's okay, that's fine. It's been a weird day. You knew it would have probably happened eventually. It's all good. Someone'll snap you out of this any second now.

[If you're heading towards him or passing him by, congrats, you've got his attention, he'll wave at you with his free hand.]

Hi there, mental breakdown conjuration. How's it hanging? Good? Good. I'm great. Not freaking out at all.

[LATER; Video]

[Once he's been filled in on what's actually happening (but still not utterly convinced this isn't some kind of stress-induced hallucination) Louis picks himself a room. He has his first hot shower in literal years, and even trusts the (magic????) closets to give him a new set of clothes. Aside from the trenchcoat. That remains as filthy and duct-taped as always. He's not parting with that for anything.

He sets himself up in the kitchen, where he sets up his communicator with a few false starts. It's been a long-ass time since he got to play with actual electronics. He's got a veritable feast on the table around him- ranging from god-awful junk food to fancy-ass steaks. They never truly starved in the school, but when all you have to eat for nigh on eight years are variations of rabbit, fish or berries, you can't help but indulge. He'll regret it later, when his system freaks out from suddenly having too-rich nutrients again, but that is a risk he's absolutely willing to take. He grins, giving the camera a thumbs-up. He doesn't get what's happening at all, but he can't just sit still, this...this keeps him active.
]

Hey there, fellow captives-slash-mental breakdown prisoners! The name's Louis and I'm brand new to this... whatever it is. AnyHOO, seen as it sounds like I'll be here for a while, I thought I'd get to know you a little better. [He raises a dirty, dog-eared pack of playing cards t the screen.] So! If any kids wanna come to the kitchen and share in my bountiful feast and have a good old game of War, you're totally welcome to. Highest card gets to ask a question to the other person, fun, right? Or, I guess, you can be boring and do it over the video instead. What'd you say?
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[locked to: dan palmer, daisy johnson, natasha romanoff, peggy carter, shawn spencer, steven universe, ryuji sakamoto, jessica hamby, freya mikaelson, kol mikaelson, claire fraser, chloe decker, doc holliday, clementine and michonne]

Invitation Under Cut )

[locked to: shawn spencer]

I know you asked for me to check in with you to make sure you're still around/willing to officiate for the wedding, so consider this me doing so.
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[Drizella's been struggling with how to be stuck in a place where she actually has to face what she did wrong and the unanswered questions of the gaps between what she knew and what Ella knew, and how to actually ... atone. She feels like she's gone to far, further than Regina ever did, because while Regina has killed more than Drizella has, her victims are a different kind of death.

She doesn't know what to do once the plan falls apart and she's left holding the pieces.

So she reaches out to the network sometime after the event, anonymous for now, and hopes that maybe talking about it without the weight of it will help her figure some of this out.]


What's the worst thing you've ever done? No judgement for anonymous answers, obviously. Or any answer at all, really.

And, follow up: did you ever manage to make it right?


[She probably won't be revealing herself unless it's private but feel free to chat amongst yourselves too.]

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Jul. 8th, 2018 01:30 pm
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Anyone ever thought to make this place more home like? We get everything handed to us, that's fine. Don't need money, even finer. And we're getting there - bars, a theater, a cafe, the diner. What about more sit down restaurants? Anyone actually like to cook who wouldn't just get it out of the closets? Some kind of school in case there are people who really do want to learn? Hell, even a manned Welcome Center instead of everyone getting overwhelmed by ten different people telling everyone ten separate 'worst of' stories as soon as they get here.

[ She doesn't have much to offer herself, but she's a little restless. ]

I figure no one has any use for a lawyer here, but there's only so much a person can do around this place, waiting for the next shoe to drop. Thought I'd float some ideas, see if anyone gets inspired.
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The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen.

On Monday, in front of a crowd filled with Mirrors and Reals, the ground opened up beneath the Queen of Hearts and swallowed her up into a bright light. In her place, the White Queen, long thought dead, was restored through the boxes of donated memories. Anywhere else, the war that's been brewing for months would be the big story of the day, but Wonderland has never been anywhere else, and the much-touted war turned out to be a chess game. The Red Queen beat the Queen of Hearts, she took it poorly, and then the real story started.


Before her resurrection, the White Queen was the sister about which we knew the least... )

[As usual, Georgia leaves copies of the article close to several mirrors, and leaves hers uncovered in case anyone wants to talk about it. They deserve to be informed about their monarch.]
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[ The camera turns on to show piercing blue eyes, blonde hair and a serious face, he may be familiar to some people, he may not be. He’s not concerned with that. He’s all business right now. He does make it a point to show enough of the grounds for people to know where to find him, the edge of the gardens, the lake at his back.]

This is Steve Rogers.

[ He talked to Tony, he got the run down, he’s also done his own research, he’s read the pamphlet, he’s played with the device enough to gather what information he needs- and Natasha should be proud of his information gathering skills. He scopes out the mansion and the grounds and this seems like the easiest way to announce himself- considering who he saw was here. Considering it might not be polite to go track someone down if they think he’s dead- or well, dead in their time. ]

I got here yesterday, I read the pamphlets. Is there anything else I should be aware of that wasn’t covered in those? Any information would be appreciated.

[ With a nod he turns off the device and waits. Who he needs will come to him and anything else he can glean from this place is good. ]
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[ Snow hasn't slept since she woke up. For the first time in so long, she's had nightmares about the burning room in the Netherworld, of being trapped in flames the way she was during the sleeping curse. So, she simply isn't going to sleep until she can talk to Regina and see about some kind of potion or magic that can put her under without having to dream of anything at all. Hopefully, something like that exists.

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


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

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

I realize it's a broad question. But I'm not sure I've ever thought I couldn't protect my daughter before. Not until the past few days happened. Maybe I just needed to get the words out. It's much easier to type them than to admit them out loud.
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[It's been a few days, and Jolyne hasn't really felt like talking about the horrible space weekend, and she's pretty sure the answer is no, but she still figures she should check. Sure, she's been here for almost two years and hasn't seen it happen yet, but there's people who have been here way longer than she has and would probably know more than she does.]

Things like that don't happen twice right? So it won't happen again? Or if it does it'd be like how every time the zombies happen, they're different?

[Not that she really wants to deal with Reapers and indoctrination but now with a new hat or whatever variation Wonderland would like to spit out next time.]

Just checking, that's all.
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[Emma has had some time to get used to Wonderland at this point, but it's a more significant change that has her shooting a message to the network today. Having her memories back recolors her first two months in this place, and even though her manners still aren't the greatest, she cringes at the memory of how many people she'd hung up on or turned away on that first day here.

Granted, she had been a panicked mother separated from her son in a situation that had been impossible for her to wrap her head around at the time— but she knows that people had been trying to help. She appreciates that, now that she's herself again.]


This is a little overdue, but I wanted to apologize for the way I acted when I first showed up a little while back. I was panicked, and freaked out, like anyone else would be, but I remember that there were people who tried to tell me that I'd been here before. At the time, I wasn't myself. I couldn't remember who I really was. I don't remember my previous stay in Wonderland, but I remember everything else. Magic, Storybrooke, all of it.

That won't mean a lot to all of you, but I know it will ring a bell for some. If you tried to help me on that first day and I shut you down or hung up on you, then I'm sorry. I wasn't able to appreciate it then, but I do now.

I do have a request. If there's anyone here who does remember me from Wonderland, even just a little bit of when I was here before, I'd like to fill in a few of the blanks, if I can. Every little bit helps.

Thanks.

- Emma Swan
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[ When Liv appears on the screen, she's in a nice off-white sweater with a hint of gold sparkle to it, full face of makeup and nervously smiling. She gives a wave, then lets out a breath she's been holding. ]

I have a confession. And some of you know. Some of you who know me don't know, and everyone else...

[ She pauses, looking down a little. Is this the right thing? Hell if she knows. It's not like she's in a place the size of Seattle. Maybe now's the time to just come clean. ]

The rest of you don't need to know but uh...at this point if someone found out by word of mouth I feel like it'd suck more, so.

My name is Liv. I've been living here since the summer. And...I'm a zombie.

[ She pauses for a beat. ]

Obviously from a different zombie world than the rest of you. I'll answer your questions now: Yes, I eat what you think I eat but the closet provides it for me. I only act like the maniac you'd expect when I'm hurt unexpectedly and then I'm super strong and just kind of...grunty. But I can help, I do help. I've saved people. I've died here. Yes, I'm technically dead right now, but I still look great?

I guess those are the hard-hitting questions. If you have any others I'll be here to answer them.

Please don't try to kill me. I'll just come back.

So I guess that's it. Now you all know, and I can breathe easier. Ish. Well, not breathe. Whatever, you know what I mean.
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[Dan looks tired. When the video comes on he rubs the tips of his fingers briefly against his forehead, then straightens up. Behind him, the rooms he shares with Evelyn are laid out, unchanged to anyone who knows what they look like.]

So, uh. [A quick, soft breath escapes him.] Not wantin' t' panic anyone, but--

[When he started this, he was sure it would be easier than this. The man is clearly more distressed than he's letting on.]

Evie, she-- went out, some time this mornin'. Early. She... ain't been back an' she ain't answerin' her phone. If someone's seen 'er t'day... Lemme know. I, uh...

[Damn it.]

It ain't normal fer 'er t' go silent on me like this.
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[ jim spent his first few hours in wonderland getting himself orientated, or as orientated as he can get himself, at least, given the circumstances. he read a bit of what he could find in the library (he'll dig a little deeper later), wandered around the gardens until the snow started and then explored only a small fraction of the mansion. if this a kidnapping, he's not actually sure what to make of his captors. he has no idea where he is (this is definitely no where even in the vicinity of gotham, that's for certain), but it seems that he is free to go where he pleases in this... compound? whatever wonderland is supposed to be.

because the idea of it being the wonderland is just ridiculous.

the next step is to start talking to people. people who are possibly in a situation much like his, from what he's seen. so he pulls out the communicator he found when he first got here and switches it to the video function. well, he's hoping it's doing what he thinks it is, and broadcasting to people. otherwise he's just recording a video and talking to himself which is basically the opposite of what he wants to do right now
]

My name is James Gordon and I'm a detective from the Gotham City Police Department. [ the threat of arrest is there but left unsaid. his being part of the gcpd may not mean a whole lot outside of gotham, but he would hope the fact that he's still a cop would mean something.

he pauses a moment before deciding to continue
]

I hear this place is Wonderland. I never did like fairy tales. Who knew that this would be the one to try to get back at me for it.

Anyway, if anyone's seeing this, any information on where this actually is would be helpful.
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[NYE_Invitation.jpeg]


[Bright and early the morning of December 8th, crisp, embossed invitations will be delivered to every resident in Wonderland - provided that they have a door to deliver to - and for those who might have missed the physical missive, convenient digital copies were sent just as well.

Hosting some sort of holiday fête these last few years has become something of an anticipated exercise in planning and Wonderland tradition, as it were, for Evelyn. While she has never strictly moderated the dress code she does think it would be nice to see people in their best when ringing in the new year, hence the gentle suggestion in terms of attire, but she hardly expects it to be adhered. Black tie is more aspiration than reality.

The public address also serves as a reminder to her that two months have passed since her last network-wide announcement regarding far less savoury subjects, but Evelyn committed to the project and she isn't going to stop no matter how uncomfortable it makes others and herself.
]

I, ah-

[Predictably she is at her desk, rifling through unconventional work (arrangements for the upcoming party, a series of notes regarding gifts she needs to acquire for other residents, and the like).]

I hope that by now you have all received the invitation I left - if not, I've attached it to this recording - regarding the soirée I intend to hold on New Year's Eve, Wonderland willing, I know things are unpredictable here. But I very much hope to see residents in attendance, because as I'm certain many will agree, we could use some levity.

[Evelyn takes a deep, businesslike breath and exhales shortly, reaching for a pen. An empathetic creature at heart, it is difficult for her to demand information from people when she knows that the information itself is hurtful, traumatic.]

...in considerably less festive news I should like to remind residents that I am still keeping track of lost lives. Please contact me if the last couple of months have been unkind.

[One last reassurance:]

I'll be here.
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[It's Mae, and she's up on the roof admiring the sunset, kicking her feet out over the edge.]

So it's December now, right? I mean, like. Calendars around here are weird, but I'm pretty sure it's December.

[She leans back and looks contemplative for a moment before continuing.]

So do we, like, do a Secret Santa thing around here or anything? Or a white elephant exchange or something? Is Christmas or...I mean like, any wintery holidays at all, is that a thing? Cause if not, maybe we should. Some kind of group gift thing. The last two months kinda just really sucked, event-wise.

I dunno, I just feel like people need cheering up, and 'tis the season, or whatever.
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[There's not a whole lot of audio stimulation on the other end. Wherever he is, it's quiet, on purpose? Maybe. It could just be that he's managed to get a few seconds of peace in an environment that wasn't crowded. That's all this place ever felt like these days, crowded.]

I dunno about the rest of you, but Halloween's just about my least favorite holiday that hits the calendars. Wonder what the Chuckleheads in management have in store, nothing stays quiet in this shithole for long.

Better keep eyes on ammo and able bodies.

There hasn't been any new material, not in a while. Knocking on my door without calling first is a 100% guaranteed barrel to the face.

I'm serious.

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Oct. 13th, 2017 10:48 pm
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[ There's a lot on her mind, a lot she could say. Maybe it would help to talk about some of the terrifying nightmares she's been having since the event ended, but that's not a conversation she's ready to have yet. It's easier for her, at least, to check up on others.

She's still a stranger to many, but you have to start somewhere. ]


This week was... [ Well. She died. And so did a lot of other people, she's guessing. So. ] Anyway. I just wanted to see if uh, you're all okay out there.

[ She's sure a lot of people are wondering who the hell she is and why she would care, but oh well. She does. ]

Right now, I'm not a super big fan of sleeping, so if you can't sleep either and you want a buddy, come find me at the diner. I'll be the one hunched over a huge cup of hot cocoa and an etch-a-sketch. [ Old school, but soothing. Thanks, Wonderland closets. ]
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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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[Replies to this are CLOSED, please see OOC note at the bottom of the post!]




In the wake of our most recent event and regarding the fate of those who lose their fifth life, I would like to propose a new series of data collection on mansion residents. It is my opinion that the instatement of a “death watch” - that is, an archival record of extant resident deaths that have occurred - should be created and maintained, and would serve as a valuable resource for the protection of those who are at risk.

[This is the difficult part: persuading people to share this sort of thing about themselves, knowing what it does to others and how it can hurt, is no easy task. She believed as much when she first spoke with Shepard on the subject, and believes the same now. Evelyn herself does not like to offer personal information unless asked, but knows the burden of carrying that suffering on one's own and how easily an environment can fall to fear.]

I understand that this is very private, very personal information. I understand it is traumatic, and not something that many people want to share. Therefore it is incumbent upon me to stress the critical severity of this situation, and assure you that you are not alone.

I myself have lost four lives here.

In disclosing as much, I hope that others can be swayed to believe in the efficacy of this database, and would urge residents to volunteer their respective death tolls to build the record. Residents who submit information to the watch on their numbers may do so to me privately, if there is concern about embarrassment or persecution from peers.

[It is a valid concern, and one which she has agonised over.]

Commander Shepard’s confirmation from the Queen of Hearts that those who are remade after their last demise are conscripted as spies is extremely troubling. Regardless of the veracity of the information given its source, we as unwilling residents do not have the luxury of allowing for that liability. For those concerned about their safety, I will be actively working with the commander, who is well-equipped to establish and manage security procedures once the record has been transcribed and analysed. This is a living document, and is expected to require additions over time.

I am aware that this is a drastic measure, but a measure worth taking. Please feel free to direct all responses and queries to myself and Commander Shepard.





[OOC NOTE: I realize this is a hot button issue as has generated a lot of replies, which is great! In order to keep myself sane, I'm going to have to cut it off here and request that no one else respond in this post. Messaging Evelyn's inbox is cool if you want to drop a line there instead, but replies will be slower there.

Anyone who did not get to respond in here before the cut-off, I'd really like you to at least drop a comment HERE if you believe your character would still share their information with her. Thank you for understanding!
]

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Aug. 9th, 2017 10:47 am
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[Today, Naoki has opted for text. Not for any particular reason, other than that it reminds him of using his phone back at home, and he kind of likes that nostalgic feeling.]

It seems like we talk a lot about what we had at home that we don't have here. But what's something you have here that you don't have at home?

And I mean something good, not something like "here we have terrible events that try to kill us and we don't have that at home."

For me, the thing we have here that I don't have at home is night.
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[ She knew as soon as the cryptic message went up what this was going to be. And it's really something to finally be up, after two and a half years, to know this one's yours and it won't be anything good. Michonne's stockpiled more than usual - cases of bottled water, a shit ton of non-perishable food, and guns, ammo. She doesn't know what to expect; maybe it'll all disappear overnight, but she has to try.

When she wakes up back home, back in Alexandria, at first she thinks she's back. But she remembers Wonderland, sits up straight in bed and realizes a few things. Rick's not beside her, her stockpile from yesterday is still there, and her device is on the nightstand. Dressing quickly, she gets up, walks through the familiar house and out onto the porch.

She is home. There's no Daryl in the house next door, her people aren't here, but she's back and she isn't sure how to feel. She isn't even sure what fucked up thing might happen. She has to do her best to warn everyone, toe the line between scaring the shit out of people and making sure they understand. Sitting at her kitchen table (and that's a weird thing, too. This isn't anyone's but hers. This is all...hers. Her house, her couch, her mantle where she hung her katana thinking in a bout of optimism that it could stay there) she turns on her device, her face a little harder than usual which is, in all honesty, saying something. ]


If you don't know me, my name's Michonne. This is my world. Looks nice. Quaint. But it's not. Most people in Wonderland call it a zombie apocalypse. We didn't know what it was.

[ She really can't help having this moment out loud. ]

It was never entertainment for movies and tv in my world. It's real. Most of you already know what to do: shot to the head is the only thing that kills them. It's not good enough to just cut off the head. It can still bite. You get bit, you die and turn. Come back as one of them. Don't worry about being able to tell the difference between someone alive and someone dead. You can see it. Smell it.

[ And uh, one other thing: ]

If you get bit on a part that can be cut off, arm, leg. Do it. Cut it off as soon as you can. If you don't bleed to death, you won't turn.

[ But everyone knows this is temporary, so maybe people would just rather die than go through an amputation. Maybe they'd die and turn because eventually, this will end. They don't have to keep living it every single day. ]

I don't know if walkers will even be the issue. It could be anything I've gone through, right? There's enough fucked up shit that's happened, the biggest threat might not even be the dead. Just trust me. Get a weapon. Stay close because there's safety in numbers. I'm at the very end of the neighborhood with cases of water and food if you don't have any, but look in your pantries and see if there are rations, first. If you know how to use a gun, I've got those too.

Just know that noise draws them in. Gunfire is dangerous, might as well sound off a dinner bell for walkers. That's why I've had and always will have a katana. If you smell like them, they won't bother you. Smear their guts on you, smell dead, walk slow, you can get through a hoard.

[ She should stop, she can't tell everyone everything, it's too much. ]

You know how to reach me, if you need me.
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So, um.

[ This time around, John's a bit more prepared to address a network. He's set himself up a little studio area in the corner of his room and his phone's mounted to record him hands-free. ]

Heard from a coupla people that I wasn't real consistent 'bout takin' care of myself— [ the last time he was here. ] —historically speakin'. And I got to thinkin' 'bout that some three or four days ago, when I realized there was a whole day where I just sat 'round my room feelin' like crap, eatin' like I did when I was a teenager, stinkin' like a fool 'cause I needed a dang shower, but I was not feelin' it.

And you know what? Those people were right. Realized that. Once in a while — maybe more'n I'd like to admit — I totally forget I gotta maintain me.

[ He shifts in his chair and digs a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it and holding it up for the camera. It's pretty short and sweet: "Drink water. Sleep. Shower. Help someone. Exercise. Eat. Socialize. Smile. Relax. Forgive." ]

Made myself a little list, been tryin' it for a coupla days, and if I do six or seven things off this list every day, then I'm callin' it a success.

[ John sets the list aside. If anyone wants a copy, he's provided an attachment. ]

Now I'm curious, wonderin' what sorta things you guys find yourself forgettin' now that you're here. Your lists look like mine? Or is it totally diff'rent? And what're we all missin' that oughta be on everyone's lists?
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[ ooc: consider this a party post. feel free to tag around as much as you want to others, chiming in and giving advice. be anonymous like clementine or don't be anonymous, up to you. cw for underage drinking, probably mentions of violence, death, etc. ]

( the first time clementine ever had a drink, it was in a shed with nick. they thought they were going to die. it was the grossest thing she'd ever tasted. burned down her throat. moonshine. the second time, it was rum while they all sat in a circle, toasting to the people they'd lost. the third time, it was rum with coke when she checked in on shaun after georgia left.

the fourth time, it's rum again with coke, and she's had a little more than an eleven year old should, but she hit the anonymous function on the post before writing )


how do you deal with all the bullshit life throws at you?

like death and losing and surviving and wonderland and assholes and babies

and cannibals.

or whatever else you've been through. too much free time here.


( definitely feeling the rum now. but with the alcohol, it's like she's finally found some feeling she's been missing. her eyes burn. trust has become so hard that she doesn't trust anyone completely, because everyone has their own priorities. it's how the world works. it's what she's learned. iris is gone. everyone died back home. she has a newborn to take care of there. she's still got walker blood in her veins like michonne, like georgia and shaun have zombie blood in them. when she dies, she'll turn into one too unless someone shoots her first or she does it herself. and she doesn't know how to have emotions anymore. things should reach her and they don't. or maybe she just doesn't let them, and she can't tell the goddamn difference. )
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--en free biscotti!

[ count 'em! one, two, three, four-- and the fifth iced latte cup is half-full. all messed around a small table in the coffee shop, occupied by a messy man who forgot to shave ever this month. he points at himself. ]

Hi! My name's Dr. Ray Palmer. You might also know me as the ATOM, and former CEO of Palmer Technologies. I have a couple questions, and also a request.

[ the camera jostles as he jumps up to run into the hall (sorry for your motion sickness). the view then points at a stretch of blank wall. ]

Number one: Anybody object to me installing a ten-by-six foot digital bulletin board on this wall? And if so, do you have a suggestion for where it could go and still be in the public eye for use by everyone?

[ the shot swings back around to his face, which is frowning with thought. ]

Number two: I need some help! Lots of it, actually. It seems like we're all trying to collaborate and gaining various amounts of traction. If you consider yourself someone interested in the events and happenings of Wonderland, well. Go visit Angel Investigations first-- that place is wild. And then second, please respond here with a question or rumor you're interested in.

Number two-point-five: If you see a query from someone that you can answer, speak up? Eventually, I'd like to install this digital bulletin board to spark community communication about events and other Wonderland issues, to try to bridge the gap between the digitally-inclined and... the not so inclined.

[ he turns at the sound of his own name coming from the coffee shop and yelps before running back in. ]


( OOC | threadjacking is highly encouraged -- pls consider this a loose-form brainstorm sesh and don't forget that dragging ray and his ideas is also very extra encouraged. pls feel free to PM me with suggestions/issues/etc <3 )
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::The video feed turns on. Asgore is in it. He is sitting next to a... Christmas... tree... which he has apparently put up in his room. For some reason. And he is wearing a very Ugly Christmas Sweater. The absolute worst.::

So! Because it is almost Christmas time, I was wondering if anyone other than Monsters celebrates this special holiday. It is a time when Monsters exchange gifts with friends and family, and decorate trees, such as the Christmas Tree which I have behind me.

::He pans the camera over to get a look at what appears to be a very average Christmas tree; he must have asked for 'generic Christmas Tree decorations' from the closets or something. It has lights and balls and tinsel and non-religious bauble at the top. He keeps the camera on the tree instead of on himself for the rest of the video's duration.::

I thought that if you wanted to, you could share what you were hoping for for Christmas this year. I always enjoy a new necktie bottle of Stetson cologne shaving kit new kind of tea. Who knows, you may be visited by Santa and he will bring you what you want.

::The video feed cuts off::
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What's up, Wonderland? If you're new, I'm Ellie, and that's all the intro you get, 'cause it's not important.

[ Ahem! Without further ado, she stands aside to give everyone a sweeping view of an arcade game which is sitting in the middle of her room. ]

Ta-da! This is The Turning, AKA the coolest game of all time. I've had it here for a while, but I was waiting for the right time to do this, and I think this is the right time. Or something. Anyway, it's a kickass fighting game with boss fights and shit. And the best character ever: Angel Knives. Yes, that's her name, and she's awesome.

[ Okay, enough advertisement. ]

So, first off, I was wondering if someone could help me get this thing to the teen center... place. [ Because of a broken arm, which she is very strategically not showing on screen. ] Second, I'm gonna start planning a tournament for this, so you better practice up! Prize is TBD, but I promise it'll be awesome. I won't be playing since I've pretty much become a boss at this, but I'll moderate. And pick out the previously-mentioned awesome prize. So... yeah, once I get those details sorted out, I'll let you know. See ya!

[ Aaaand she's gone. ]
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A little over a year ago I provided the mansion with an instructional...brochure of sorts, to better orient newcomers and in particular those who are not from what can only be considered the "modern" era.

[One great unfairness about Wonderland is its tendency to forget that a number of the people living in it are not from time periods that utilise microwaves, for example, or even know what they are. The learning curve is steep for the temporally disadvantaged.]

Seeing as these sorts of publications are only successful when circulated and given the appropriate communal response, I think it only fair to extend the offer of amending any aspects to account for the amenities people may add to our shared residence in the future.

I'm going to leave a number of these in the foyer and on reading tables in the library, but would appreciate it if others would assist in forwarding the file to new residents should in-person explanations become untenable.

[All this just in time for the recent appearance of the dormouse on the network, heralding another event - it makes this particular announcement the more appropriate, since she hasn't been as public a figure lately for personal reasons. Evelyn collects herself for a moment before continuing, because as a long-time resident it is incumbent upon her to broach the issue if only to gather perspectives.]

...additionally, I would like to hear opinions on the notion of holding a public forum about mitigating damages - not necessarily the public safety issue as discussed in previous network announcements, but approaching the aftermath of disasters, both wrought by Wonderland and its residents.

[Only in part does this come from a place of emotion, but the greater percentage stems from practicality. If people are to peaceably live in the same spaces then it must be a team effort, from all sides.

Herself included.
]

This is not to rally a police force. This is not to encourage mob-like behaviour. This is to calmly, openly discuss the subject of accountability and greater communication.

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