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[ Kol looks tired, unimpressed even as he addresses the network. ]

I'm well aware there are quite a few spooks here, things that go bump in the night. I'm looking for one of you that's got mental abilities - compulsion, mind bending, whathaveyou. [ He waves a hand uninterested in semantics. ] I'll make it worth your while. [ What does that even mean....? ]

And if you're a vampire, don't flatter yourself, you're not strong enough to poke around in me head.

[ With that he ends the feed. ]
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[being a mostly unsociable person, it's hard to gauge exactly how much other people want to be left alone when there's clearly something wrong. perspective, hearing everyone's voices filtered through your own music--it scrambles things.

so when Neku noticed Joshua hadn't been exploring their pretty prison like he normally did, he wasn't quite sure what to do with that information. it wasn't a secret that freaky monsters were taking people over and attacking--hiding was probably the better strategy. but Joshua didn't include Neku in that plan. that was the red flag.

Neku noticed on Saturday. he gave Joshua a day to himself. after he still hadn't seen him around throughout Saturday, Neku actually started getting worried for the prick. Joshua cooping himself up in his room? the guy's room is posh, but it isn't that bombin'.

still not quite sure where the lines are drawn in their friendship, Neku opts for a text message this time around. on Sunday, Joshua's phone--or whatever Wonderland contraption he's using--will receive this message:]

Hey, Josh. you still alive in there?
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[ Something’s not right in Wonderland today--if you can call being dropped into the middle of the desert not right. The video flickers to life with a strange sense of urgency. Both Charlie and Michael can be seen somewhere in the entrance hall, breathing somewhat heavy. ]

Hey. [ Charlie speaks first, glancing at Michael and then back to the screen. ] I dunno if anyone’s noticed, but we kinda have a problem. They’re, um… [ She looks to the archangel for some help, still trying to catch her breath. ]

Wonderland is under attack. The lower angels of our world are here.

[ Charlie elbows him a little. ]

What he means is these things are angels, but there’s nothin’ fluffy about them. They’ll kill you if they get the chance, and it ain’t a walk in the park. [ She lifts up a dated cattle prod. ] Electricity can knock ‘em out, but bullets are sort of useless against them.

[ From off to the side, you can hear a muffled female voice that sounds like Claire. ]

Empyrean steel will kill them. [ Claire’s hand appears into the video to hand him something. ] Claire asked for a weapon and the closet gave her this. It is made of the steel, but the format is useless here.

Do not try to fight them. They may look like someone you know
- except the real ugly faces - but they are inhumanely strong and fast. There is another way to stop them, but it requires

What the--

[ Michael’s cut off by both Claire and Charlie’s raised voices, and there’s only a second before the video goes dark, the image of Charlie struggling as she’s dragged through the front door by her hair lingering to those that see the post. ]

[ ooc: Feel free to have your possessed character being the one who is attacking. If you want a specific person to tag back, place their name in the header. Otherwise, it’s a mystery who you’ll get.. ]
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Well. I guess I missed a hell of a party didn't I?

[And got his djinn theory kicked right in it's ass too, to boot. It figures, the hunter would miss all the action and get set back at square one when he came back.

And, unfortunately, that's why he;s making this announcement now. John hates showing his face in public, he's put it off so long. He’s never been very good at technology anyway, could never program his VCR without a child holding his hand the whole way. Just give him an old fashioned rotary, or a payphone. Something easy that won’t show his entire damn face to the world.]

I got a request for everyone here. [His face is sour then, like he’s mortified he has to stoop to this. He pauses to take a drag off of a previously unseen cigarette, deflating a little like a human balloon.] This library, it’s not really….it takes a while to get through. And you never know what’s gonna be relevant or not, or when you theory's gonna get ripped to shreds.

[Sorry Evie, your baby sucks.]

What are your homes like? The magic crap, the supernatural, everything. You have lizard people? Gravity backwards? Whatever. If you’ve found out it’s different from someone else’s world, I want to know about it. Just professional curiosity, promise.

[Unless you’re a monster. But no one needs to know that, don’t they?]
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 [Hey, look. Gold's back, but given how he keeps himself to himself due to Zelena's stranglehold on him, it's not unrealistic to assume no one knew he was gone. And, in fact, he is not acknowledging that he was gone in any grand way.]

A word of advice from someone who has spent quite a long time knowing the future. If you know something is going to happen to loved one- or, in some cases, perhaps even an enemy- do yourself and them a favor and don't tell them. It won't prepare them for what's to come, and it certainly won't make them feel any better once they've lived it.

But then, I imagine it's not quite about making anyone feel better, is it? It's the guilt that comes from harboring a great secret, the kind that eats you up inside, until you have to confess it. [A dark chuckle that's borderline ironic.] I can't imagine what that must feel like.

[there's a lengthy pause.]

At any rate, I trust I didn't miss much of anything at all while I was gone.
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[The time for this announcement is long overdue, though Steve has also put a lot of thought into who should be on the Avengers roster here in Wonderland. Wanda's appearance only served as another reminder. Just because Natasha is gone doesn't meant that Steve gets to slack off in his duties as team leader.

With the kind of dangers that lurk around the mansion -- demons and ghouls and vampires -- people should know that there's a group of people who can help.

He decides to deliver the information in text form, figuring that it'll be easier for people to copy things down that way. It's a lot to remember.]

Hello, everyone. This is Steve Rogers. If you haven't met me, I'm head of a group called the Avengers. Our membership has shifted around depending on who Wonderland has decided to bring in, but I wanted to make an official announcement to explain what we are and how we can help.

Essentially, we're a group of super-powered people. Back home, we handled worldwide disasters, the sort of stuff that threatened the entire human race. We want to fulfill that role here too, so if you're ever in any kind of danger or in need of protection, you can contact any one of us.

This is our official member roster, along with each person's skillset:

Steve Rogers / Captain America: Enhanced strength, speed, senses, and healing. Weaponry: impenetrable shield.
Thor: Control of weather, thunder, lightning. Superhuman abilities. Weaponry: Hammer. (Don't try to lift it.)
Wanda Maximoff: Energy blasts, telekinesis, telepathy. Weaponry: N/A.
Bucky/James Barnes: Sniping, enhanced strength, speed, senses, and healing. Weaponry: Rifles and knives.
Rocket: Constructs and modifies weapons, enhanced agility and senses. Weaponry: Large guns, but anything under the sun.
Billy Kaplan: Magic, flight, teleportation, healing, more than I can probably list here. Weaponry: N/A.

We also have a non-combative science consultant by the name of Bruce Banner.

You can turn to any of us if you're in need of protection, or if you need to make use of one of our abilities. It's our job to help. Let me know if you have any questions, and stay safe out there.

[PRIVATE TEXT to the Avengers team:]
You all know what you signed up for, so hopefully this is okay. I know not all of you have met, so we should figure out schedules and make a time to do some team training. We won't be effective together if we don't know how to coordinate with each other in combat situations.
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[The Cheshire Cat appears across the network, all stripes and teeth, and nothing else showing, as it claws the back of a chair in the dining room. It lets everyone enjoy that annoying tick-tick-y sound before settling back down onto all fours and streeeeetching.

Most of it is still transparent when it starts to speak.]

A hunt is a game of who best blends in.

[The Cat leaps up onto the table top and crouches down low, haunch-stripes twitching, tail-stripes lashing.]

It's not always easy to tell who's the hunter and who's the prey, shishishi.

[It's aim appears to be a particular tea cup several plates and sets of silverware down the way. There may be a sleeping Dormouse in there, and if so, the Cat will have it.]

The trick is to be the first one to flush the other out.

[The Cat leaps, grasping the tea cup between its paws and flipping over on its back to wrestle it into submission.

When it turns out to be empty, the Cat huffs a breath through its nose and knocks the thing off of the table with a satisfying crash of china. Lolling on its back, it finishes the hunting lesson, undeterred by its lack of success.]

In the end, just don't be the one who gets eaten.


Jun. 8th, 2015 02:44 pm
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 Uuuu... No more... No more...

[The device clicks on, and at first you might think this is a just audio post, as something appears to be blocking the screen.]

I-I can't take it anymore... I don't want to play any more of these games... I don't want to go through another trial...

[Whatever's going on, a young girl is crying, stuttering...]

P-Please, Monokuma, if you can hear me... what do you want? What can I do to make it all stop?

[As she keeps sobbing, some of you might finally start to realize what exactly is 'blocking' the screen.

Brightly colored panties. She's sitting on the device without realizing it.

if you'd prefer Action, you can find her in the medical clinic, still a wreck
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If this is some kind of weird dream, it's done a really great job of being elaborate.

[the video feed is of a young girl, seated at a desk. the room she's in is still sparse - she either hasn't, or hasn't wanted to, settle in and make it strictly hers, leaving a true katie bishop brand of decor.

her device is set up so the video is perfectly framed, though, like she's taken the time to position it and do this the right way, whatever that might entail.]

So, hi, citizens (or whatever you call yourselves now) of Wonderland. I'm Kate Bishop and I...come in peace? I've read through the network a bit (you would be amazed how far back this archive goes,) so we can skip the "Welcome to Wonderland! You can't go home! Aren't you super happy?" [then, deadpanned:] So happy. Literally the happiest.

It sounds like we've figured out more or less that this shouldn't mess with our timestream back home. You know, unless we're all Schrodinger's cats and head back to an infinite number of different worlds in the multiverse, ruining each one of them in a different way being away from home. No big.

I recognize quite a few names - and also my own? Talk about freaky, hitting click on a video post of yourself, talking all about things that never happened to you. Or maybe I should be used to these kinds of shenanigans by now.

Anyway I'm not sure how many of the people posting to the network are still around (I noticed some posts about people leaving but I'm not sure if that happens every time, so, you know, no assumptions), but feel free to say hi, send hugs, shower me with tales of your bravery in this weird world. I'll be here.

Question, though, is there any limit to these closets? Like one day is this thing just going to be like, "Katherine, you've had enough, I'm cutting you off," or is this a scot-free-for-all take as many trick arrows as I want with no regrets?
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[James has been busy today, but he's been in very good spirits lately. There's an extra skip in his step and a bright smile as he goes down every single hall in the mansion and tosses a red invitation beneath every door that looks like it might have someone living behind it. It reads:

James Potter & Lily Evans
Request the honour and pleasure
of your company at their marriage on
Saturday the twentieth of June
Two thousand fifteen
at three o'clock in the afternoon
in the Gardens of Wonderland.
Reception to follow in Ballroom

He's admittedly gone a bit overboard with distributing them. In addition to slipping them under doors, he's charmed several of them to stick to the walls and doors, and there are even some strewn about communal areas like the kitchen and the tea rooms. The idea is for no one to be able to go anywhere in the mansion at all without learning the good news - that not only are James and Lily getting married, but they have a date.

At some point in the middle of distributing them, James decides to take a break and sits right down on the stairs. He sends out a message to the network, holding up one of their invitations.

So! You might've found one of these already, but if not I'm sure you will soon - Lily and I are getting married! In two weeks!

[He sounds like he can hardly believe it himself. He's so excited, and so happy. Happier than he's been in a few weeks even.]

I just wanted to be absolutely clear - everyone's invited. We could all use a bit of a celebration, don't you think so? And we know there's always the chance an event could come and derail things - if that's the case, the 27th will be the...err. "Rain" date, let's say. [It's not really, but everyone knows what he means.]

Anyhow, I've got to give out the rest of these. [He waves the invitations in his hand.] We hope to see you all there!

[Then he stands up and shuts the camera off, getting back to work. He can be contacted by video, or he can be found distributing more invitations all over the place.]


Jun. 6th, 2015 12:19 pm
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[ Suffice to say, things have been a mess lately, and Charlie's sort of been all over the place. This time, she has a reason to address Wonderland. It's not really a new one. ]

Hi, um. [ She frowns just a little. ] Some of you probably don't know me, so I guess I'll start with that first. I'm Charlie. Been here for a while now. [ Not nearly as long as some, but long enough for her. ] I wanted to ask about all the people who've been leavin' recently...

[ Trailing off, she looks away from the video for a second as she tries to figure out exactly what it was she was going to say. Losing people is never easy, and with the amount of things she's seen lately, it doesn't look like it gets any easier. She's still sore about Alex leaving, and it sits hard in her chest. She takes a breath. ]

I know it ain't easy, and I was wondering if anyone knows exactly what happens when those people leave Wonderland. I just keep thinking that, I dunno. Do they really go home, or do they send them somewhere else? How're we even supposed to know? I-- [ She looks down. ] I've lost a lot of people since comin' here. I guess it's easier to say that I wouldn't mind talking to anyone who's looking for a distraction.

Or maybe a drink or three. [ There's a soft laugh, and she shakes her head. ]

Maybe it doesn't mean much to some of you, but I could use some advice.

[ Is that all she wants to say? Probably not, though she can't get over the fact that everyone she has here is starting to thin out, and it's worrying her. It probably translates on her face despite the short smile she gives before cutting the video, leaving the rest of them with an expression that looks as if she might cry. ]
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"Of apples with black skin and white flesh: to fill the stomach with greed unto Death" -

at times I wonder if I was given a magic book or one for cooking. most of this is absolutely unhelpful.

unless, of course, one of you wishes for one and then, I suppose all I would need is some apples, sticks and a stall.
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[when the transmission starts, all you hear is heavy breathing a moment. Neku's been running around the mansion since he woke up, looking for someone. he's only stopped so he can put a call out there properly.

finally, a deep, urgent voice comes through]

Hey, Beat! Come on man, I know you're out there. Don't talk to any of the weirdos and just--tell me where you are, I'll come to you. Please don't start any fights. I'd like to get out of here alive. Well, in one piece, anyway. [har har]

And hey, if any of you see a Japanese kid running around who looks like he thinks he's in a gang--well, you won't have to shout, he'll do it for you. But let me know where he is.

[the urgency drops away for an awkward pause. he's speaking to an entire community, but this isn't just the Internet. this is a creepy corporation kidnaps you and thrusts you onto a LAN network for mass socialization. how do you people.

. . . Great. Kidnapees working together. I'll let you know when the trust exercises start.

[and the transmission cuts out]
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[Dipper looks even more frazzled than usual. The stress lines that always surround his eyes are more pronounced than usual.]

So, you might have noticed a really strange transmission that went through? That... that's from my world. His name's Bill Cipher. He looks like a surprisingly well dressed triangle, and he's... some kind of demon, I guess. He can get into your head and mess with your dreams and just be creepy.

[He leans in closer to the camera.]

Whatever you do, don't trust him. Really, it's probably best to run as far away as you can if you see him. And let me know if he somehow gets into your head. I've gotten him out before, I can do it again.

[He sits back a bit.]

...that's about it. Any questions?
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[ it has taken a full day for elsa to understand the devices and even that understanding is shallow at best.

a whole day. when she first found herself in the halls of the mansion, her instinct was to run to the top floor to try and see if she sees anything familiar in the landscape.

nothing whatsoever. it was as foreign as the mansion itself and worse of all, no matter how much she looked around from corners and shadows, she couldn't see Anna.

the mix of fear, anxiety and anger led to her running back up, to the 10th floor and to hide in one of the rooms but the turmoil has shown its effects. the temperature in the 10th floor dropped at once and as the hours passed, it has gotten progressively worse.

outside of room number 40, a clear, thick frost is covering the floor; it is spreading, slowly but surely towards the windows and ceiling in the floor.

keep it up and the 10th floor might yet start looking like Alaska.

hidden in her room, door blocked by a strong, fierce wall of ice, elsa uses the device to send one, short message: ]

if you have her, I want Anna back.

I will stop at nothing to save my sister.

give my sister back to me, now.

14 | voice

Jun. 1st, 2015 09:38 am
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I don't think that I've spoken to a single person who didn't appreciate the spa we were taken to.

( Lydia says this as if she's taken a consensus but her opinion clearly counts for the majority. That and it was nice, calm and not deathly. Who wouldn't like it )

Considering it was so short lived something needs to be done about that. We can't keep having horrific and deadly events and not have something to take out mind off it.

So I'm turning one of the empty rooms into a spa. But since everyone might have an opinion on it I'm willing to listen to that.

( Well. Listen. That doesn't mean she'll implement it )

So if you were making a spa here what would you want in it? Hopefully I'll have it finished before the next event.

( ooc; there will be a spa mingle log in a week or two for your spa opening needs!! )


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